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Eight

By mid-Thursday afternoon, Carmen had gotten another fifteen pieces of business to fill her weekly quota. Meredith called her into the office as Victor stood off to the side.

“This week is good.” Meredith started.

Carmine fidgeted. “Yes.” She moaned.

“Is this your reward?” Meredith paused. “Or are we buying more sales from you?”

Carmine shook her head and her hands went to her pants. “I need this.” She unbuttoned her pants and wriggled it down her hips as Meredith watched nonplussed.

“Next week you will continue to work hard and sell?”

“Yes.” Carmine hissed and slid her hands down to touch herself.

Meredith bolted out of her chair and came around to the front of the desk. Curiously, she watched Carmine’s hands as she masturbated before her unabashed.

“Please…” Carmine pleaded. She reached out a hand and wavered in between grabbing Meredith, or Victor.

Meredith snatched her arm up and spun her around.

“First you give.” Meredith whispered in her ear. “Have you learned to give?”

She roughly pushed down Carmine making her squat. She got down low also and her skirt hiked up her bronze thighs. She tugged on Carmine’s pants so the Latina could get exposed.

Victor watched them. Carmine was so horny already she couldn’t see straight and Meredith was catching up. She put her hand in Carmine’s mouth and pushed her fingers in deep as she continued to whisper words of incitement. Carmine was hungry for it and sucked her fingers like they leaked ambrosia.

Meredith missed the sound of a vibrator hitting the carpet over Carmine’s coughing and gagging, but Victor didn’t. It was a light pink egg vibrating hard on the floor with a wire that disappeared into Carmine’s jeans.

He picked it up slowly almost confuse by its appearance. He looked over at Carmine squatting awkwardly with her pant almost past her knees. The smell of pussy blinded his senses but he could see that Carmine was leaking all over the carpet. It was a rare sight to see a woman actually dripping with desire. Victor pulled her up and toppled gaziantep escort tanıtımları her over on the table as Meredith suddenly noticed the vibrator.

She yanked out the controller from Carmine’s pocket and fiddled with it while Victor prepared to mount her steaming pussy. Carmine swam on the table and moved her hips like she could see his cock out of it. Meredith used her pussy’s lube and stuck the vibrator up her ass just as Victor came up and gave her the rod. She clenched with a shriek as he burrowed into her.

Her juiciness only got his wide cock only so far and she reared up onto her toes trying to take the rest. Meredith lowered the speed on the vibrator, and Carmine whimpered and lowered herself onto Victor’s pole.

He pulled her back even further and got himself set to ravage her. Meredith timed him and simultaneously as he lunged in, she gave Carmine a quick dose of full speed. She screamed bloody murder as Victor pummeled her oscillating walls and bashed into her cervix. He pulled Carmine back and away from the desk and started giving her the fucking of a lifetime as she wailed like a cat. Deeper and deeper he took her as she went further and further out of her mind.

It was nearly five minutes of straight orgasms for Carmine before she dropped down and cradled herself. She seemed too exhausted to do anymore and tried sleeping on Meredith’s desk.

“Are you satisfied?” Meredith asked quietly. She kept the vibrator on but on a low setting as Victor stroked her pussy slowly. He ignored his close climax and stroked only to keep Carmine ready.

“Yess…” Carmine hissed and raised her head. Her face was wet from spit, sweat, or tears. She hadn’t worn make up luckily, but she looked truly traumatized laid across the desk with her pants around her ankles. Her pussy looked swamped and her whole ass glistened in the light from its wetness.

Victor pulled away from her and turned to Meredith. Without a word she dropped onto his cock. Her mouth licked off the other woman’s scent and gagged throatily on him to gaziantep escort telefonları make him slick and wet before slurping it all off.

Carmine crept along the desk hypnotized as Meredith worked her mouth over Victors black cock. She was fast and bird like as she stimulated it with licks, sucks, and kisses. His large organ was attended too in precise locations in her own proprietary combination. Properly primed, She felt his cock start to twitch and swell. She bobbed low on him. Meredith knew that sometimes the mouth did more than just open wide for a meal. Victor had taught her using fruit and lectures involving porno’s how to match a mood with her lips.

Now she was in cleanup mode, but was dragging it out. Perhaps it was for Carmine’s benefit. The other woman looked like a cub watching mama grizzly hunt the elusive spiting black seal.

Meredith swirled him over her lips and against her teeth. Carmine leaned in even further and Meredith grinned and shocked her with the vibrator. With a start, she flopped over, and almost pulled out the wire before Meredith stopped her. Meredith waved her to ignore it, and let her come over, squat down next to her, and fondle his balls.

“They’re hot.” Carmine noted.

With a, exaggerated movement of her head, Meredith flopped the cock over onto Carmine’s forehead so she could suck. “He’s been prepared and ready. Can you finish him off?”

Carmine tried but she was not as precise or tender. Victor groaned and speared her mouth as he tried to stay in the zone. She gagged and Victor pushed in further and erupted into her mouth as she looked at them both in surprise. She kept her mouth open as he pushed in with short strokes.

Meredith tutted and rubbed her pussy idly watching her. “You have a good throat.” She stood and smoothed and straightened her dress. “You’ll need to work on your tongue and lip control. Victor deserves better, and he’ll need better if your mouth is ever going to be useful.”

“Maybe, I could practice.” Carmine said slowly as she eased over back gaziantep escort videoları against the desk. “Maybe on some nights he could take me to dinner, or a movie.” Her eye misted up as she thought of harlequin romance fiction.

“No.” Meredith said coldly shutting down her fantasy. “You have him for needed satisfaction. If you want his attention, you’ll have to prove you can satisfy HIM first. Victor won’t be squandered so you can play. You can have a man from IT come for you at night. The girls here already think you dangle them, but, my Victor will not be dangled by you, and he is not to be used for your unstructured fantasies.” She walked over behind the desk straightening her clothes and popped in a breath mint.

“You can’t prove an ability to be a benefit to him, or even keep a man if left to your own devices. So, he will direct you when he wishes.” Meredith said pulling her keys from her purse. “That way you will learn to be better, please him where possible, and get the attention you seem to crave.”

Carmine simply blinked unused to such straightforward talk. “So… I can have him?” She said puzzled.

“No, you are to be his. The conditions are again restrictive to your continuing success and otherwise good standing.” Meredith shifted, and walked over to face her. Victor saw the seeming contempt that Meredith looked down her nose at Carmine with. That negative attitude wasn’t there with Jan.

“You will learn another aspect of successful living if you are ready. But, you will not dally along like a teen romantic drama filling your time with unnecessary uncertainty like a fickle girl-child. You shouldn’t go into this as anything less than an informed adult. You will be his Fuck doll, nothing more. You will not put anymore thought or expectation onto him than what he allows.”

“Ahh…” Carmine seemed befuddled.

“Nothing more. You may think on the issue. We can always continue as we are until you are able to control your needs, or leave.” Meredith stood and stepped to the door. “But never misunderstand, Victor is mine. The time you have with him is mine too.”

She looked over and gave him the eye to follow her. Victor put away his cock and they walked out to the elevator. No one knew what Carmine would do sitting on the floor of the office looking a mess, watching them leave with her pants down, a pink wire stuck out her ass, and the taste of cum down the back of her throat.

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Fbailey story number 309

When I Was Thirteen

When I was thirteen years old I asked my mother to tell me about sex. Instead she suggested that I ask the girl next door to teach me. Well, Angela was only eleven years old at the time and since we played together all of the time I hardly considered her a girl. Hell, she didn’t even have tits.

Mom made it easy on me by suggesting that she invite Angela over and that she ask her for me. I really didn’t have a problem with that.

So Mom called over and told Angela’s mother to send Angela over for some cookies and milk. She arrived in about one minute. Mom got the cookies and poured the milk.

After we ate the first cookie Mom asked, “Angela would you be a dear and help me teach my son about sex?”

Angela replied, “Sure if you want me too, but I don’t know very much about it either. Maybe you could teach us both.”

Mom replied, “I’d love too dear. Why don’t you eat a few more cookies and then we can get started.”

After that Angela and I were almost too excited to eat any more cookie but we finished off the plate anyway.

Mom then suggested that we go up to my bedroom to get started. When I had to undress first I almost didn’t. I didn’t want to get undressed in front of my mother because I already had a hard-on. She just laughed and said that all men got hard-ons and that my father had them every day. Then she said that was what sex was all about…fixing the man’s hard-ons. Angela thought that it was to have babies. Mom said that it did both.

Once I was naked it was Angela’s turn. She looked just like me except that she didn’t have a pee-pee she had a slit between her legs. Then Mom undressed to show us what Angela would look like in a couple of years. Wow, I had never seen Mom naked before but Angela had seen her mother naked a lot. Mom said that girls always undress together and that she had seen Angela’s mother naked before on several occasions.

Angela and I got to examine Mom’s naked body while she gave us our lesson on the female anatomy. She had us feel her breasts, play with her nipples, and suck on them too. Angela and I agreed that we liked it. Then I sucked on Angela’s nipples but it wasn’t as much fun for either one of us. Mom told me to suck Angela’s nipples every day and that I would stimulate her hormones and that her tits would start to grow sooner and that they would grow bigger because of it. Okay, I could do that and Angela liked the idea of getting her tits sooner too.

We got to examine Mom’s pussy. She spread her legs wide and let us both get right in there close. She pointed out her outer lips, her inner lips, the vagina, and her clit. She said that most of the time she called it her ‘pussy’ but that sometimes people called it a ‘cunt.’ Mom said that she liked pussy best. We got to poke our fingers in her hole and taste her juices, we got to rub her clit and make her squirm, and we even got to lick her pussy and get a good taste of eskort gaziantep what a woman was supposed to taste like. Then I got to examine Angela’s pussy with Mom. Mom really liked fingering and licking Angela’s pussy. So did I. However, Mom tasted better and cleaner.

Then it was my turn to get examined. Mom and Angela looked closely, felt my balls, and then felt my hard-on. Mom called it a penis but said that she liked to call Dad’s a ‘cock.’ She said that sometimes people called them ‘dick’ but that she liked cock best. Angela said that she kind of liked the word ‘pee-pee’ and Mom told her to call it whatever she wanted too. After the touching Mom put her mouth on it and sucked my cock into her mouth and then had Angela do it too. It felt great!

Next Mom had us get into a ‘sixty-nine’ and lick each other at the same time. It was nice. After that Mom told Angela to lie on her back, me to get between her legs, and then for me to slip my cock into Angela’s pussy. Okay! It went in easily enough because I was small and Angela was pretty slippery. I got to ‘fuck’ Angela for a few minutes until she wanted me to stop. She said that it was starting to hurt. Mom explained that she was still too young to make her own lubricating juices and that I was probably too young to cum anyway.

Mom washed us both up with her tongue and then with a warm wet washcloth. We all got dressed and then went back downstairs for some more milk and to talk. Mom asked Angela to come over every day after school so that I could have sex with her and she said okay.

It was fun until Saturday. We didn’t have school and Angela didn’t come over because she went away with her parents. So when Dad went off somewhere Mom let me fuck her all that I wanted too. Mom was wet and juicy and never asked me to stop so I didn’t until I just couldn’t fuck her anymore. My arms were weak, my hips were sore, and my feet were numb. I hated to stop because it felt so good. Mom rolled me off her and onto my back, and then she sucked my cock. After about ten minutes or so I felt a funny feeling like I had to pee. I told Mom but she wouldn’t stop. I squirted something into her mouth. Mom sat up smiled at me and swallowed hard. Then she explained that I had ‘cum’ in her mouth and then she thanked me for letting her be my first. Okay!

That night even with Dad in the house Mom found time to suck me off. Then at bedtime she ‘tucked’ me in.

On Sunday Mom sent Dad off to be with his friends so that we could be alone together. I got to fuck Mom until I cum in her and she sucked me off before Dad came home.

When Angela returned she came right over to tell me about her trip. Mom sent us up to my bedroom to ‘talk.’ Angela missed me as much as I had missed her. But then again I had Mom. Angela and I got undressed and got in bed together. We did the sixty-nine, had sex, and then Angela sucked me clean and hard again. With a little of my cum in her pussy Angela gaziantep esmer escort didn’t get dry and sore so I got to fuck her two more times before Mom knocked on my door and said that Angela’s mother wanted her home. She brought us two warm washcloths and cleaned us up but not before licking us both clean first. Angela told Mom that she was getting used to me fucking her because she didn’t get sore. Mom congratulated her and sent her home.

Everything was fine for a couple of weeks then one day Angela’s mother came over with her.

Angela’s mother said, “I hear that you are letting your son fuck my daughter.”

Mom blushed and replied, “Yes. They were both curious about sex and I thought that it would be best if they learned it in my house instead of in the backseat of a car like you and I did.”

Then Angela’s mother said, “Okay then, if your son can fuck my daughter then my husband can fuck you.”

Mom replied, “Okay. Send him over.”

Angela’s mother said, “No! I’ll watch the kids and help out with their sex lesson, you go take care of my husband.”

Mom smiled and started for the door.

Angela’s mother said, “Do it in my bed and be sure to leave a wet spot for me to find.”

Mom replied, “Hell, if he is half as horny as your daughter is we might leave two or three wet spots, even if I have to clean my lips off on your sheet.”

Then Mom turned and left the house. Angela’s mother told us to go up and do our ‘thing’ while she just observed. She followed us up to my bedroom.

Then Angela said, “His mother never just observed. If she were in the room she was a willing participant. You need to undress first.”

Angela’s mother looked at her and then she looked at me. She gave it some thought then she undressed.

She was different than my mother. Mom was thirty-five years old, tall at about five feet eight inches, and about a hundred and twenty pounds. Mom had nice firm tits, a flat tummy, and a tight ass. Angela’s mother on the other hand was thirty years old, about five feet two inches tall, and overweight by a few pounds. Her tits were bigger and sagged a lot more, her tummy was quite round, and her ass was flabby. Despite all that I couldn’t wait to get my hands and lips on her.

Angela and I undressed and Angela had her mother get on her back on my bed so that we could examine her like we had my mother. We took turns poking our fingers into her, tickling her clit until she came, and licking up her flowing juices. While finishing up I fucked her mother and Angela sat on her mother’s face and let her lick her pussy for a while. It was quite different and I realized that all three girls tasted different, cum differently, and fucked differently too. I liked my mother’s taste, Angela’s pussy to fuck, and her mother’s tits to play with. After I cum in her mother Angela ate her pussy while I fucked her doggy style. Angela then sat on her mother’s face gaziantep eve gelen escort again for a tongue washing and then I had her suck me clean and hard. I was going to butt fuck Angela but she told me to butt fuck her mother instead. Her mother started to protest that she had never tried anal sex before but Angela told her to just relax and enjoy it like she does. Well, she wasn’t about to be shown up by her daughter so she got into the doggy style position for me. I needed a couple of pillows under my knees but I managed to get my cock in Angela’s mother’s asshole and fuck her good. It was my third time to cum and I had gotten pretty good at keeping it up until I was done. Mom said that I had stamina. She also called it staying power. What ever you call it Angela’s mother got butt fucked for a good fifteen minutes before I cum a little and finally pulled out.

As the three of us lay there Angela’s mother told us that my mother had done a great job with our sex education and that there was very little that she could teach us. Then she told us that we could keep having sex with one another if we included her once a week like we did my mother. Sure! Then she said that we could sleep together if we wanted to too, especially on weekends. We could take turns sleeping in one another’s bed.

We got cleaned up, got dressed, and went next door to check on Mom and Angela’s father. They were still in bed together talking when we walked in. Mom was closest to us and got out of bed pushing the covers back to show Angela’s mother the three wet spots and the cum dripping down her legs.

Angela pushed Mom back onto the bed, got between her legs, and started to lick. She made her mother join her too. Angela’s father and I just watched the three ladies go at it. As they worked Angela told Mom that I had fucked her mother in her pussy and in her ass along with fucking her pussy too. Her father seemed amazed that his wife had allowed me to butt fuck her. Mom told him that my cock was no where near full grown yet and that it could go places that his couldn’t…like in his wife’s ass and his daughter’s pussy.

Angela uncovered her father and was amazed at the size of his cock. She examined it like she had mine and then she started licking it. Soon it got hard again. At Angela’s request my mother let her father butt fuck her while we all watched. Somewhere in the process Angela’s mother crawled under my mother and they started a sixty-nine with his balls hitting his wife’s forehead on every in stroke.

After he cum in my mother’s ass she lowered her pussy onto the chin below her and let the cum seep out of her asshole and into Angela’s mother’s mouth. Meanwhile Angela was licking her father’s cock clean. I just got behind her, dropped her shorts, and started Angela her from behind.

We had become one big happy family…all except Dad. Mom told Angela’s mother to come over after dinner and take care of him. She smiled and said that she would be happy too.

After that day all of our sex lives took a turn for the better. The two women were always ready to take care of both husbands and me. Angela took real good care of me and learned to give the men blowjobs.

I could hardly wait for Angela’s tits to grow.

The End
When I Was Thirteen
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Jon and Lauren were already in the living room when Tiffany came downstairs. “You took another shower.” Jon immediately noticed her wet hair.

“I get sweaty in my room,” she admitted.

“If you didn’t keep the temperature so high, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Jon scolded her.

“What film did you two pick?” Randy came down the stairs a moment later. He was no longer wearing his dress clothes from work and was instead just wearing loose fitting pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

“Got uncomfortable?” Lauren asked snidely. She was used to seeing her husband in business attire if they ever met during the day at all. He practically lived at work.

“I’ve been training some of my employees to take the brunt of the work. I’ll be able to come home a lot more often,” Randy explained.

“Oh, doesn’t that sound wonderful, kids?” Lauren shifted the job of being happy for her husband to her children.

“I was thinking we could spend more time as a family, doing things like this.” Randy picked up the DVD that Jon and Lauren rented. “Oh, a horror movie. It’s even got a picture of one of the college girls getting killed while using the bathroom on the cover. Isn’t that a little excessive?”

“I’ve seen your internet search history, dear, you’re no stranger to this sort of thing,” Lauren shot down his complaints. “Besides, it’s the one Jon chose. Apparently a sappy romance was not his cup of tea.”

“If we have time, we can watch both,” Randy suggested. “Which shall we go for first?”

“The horror movie, obviously,” Jon spouted. “If I don’t like the romance one, then I’m just going to go upstairs.”

“You won’t do that,” his mom hissed at him. “Play on your phone or something but we are spending this time as a family.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Who’s sitting where?” The Taylor household had only two couches, both only big enough for two people.

“I’ll share with Tiff if you want to be a mama’s boy all day today,” Randy teased Jon.

“Hell no, I’m sitting with Tiff.”

“Listen to you two, arguing over her like she’s worth the trouble,” Lauren muttered. “I don’t want Jon sitting next to her. They’ll probably mess around.”

“Then it’s settled, I’ll sit with her.” Randy raised his hand.

“No,” Tiffany squeaked in a high pitched voice.

“Are you that desperate to get it on with your own brother, you whore?” Lauren glared at her.

“Mom, stop, I told you I don’t like you talking to her that way,” Jon came to his sister’s defense.

“Yeah, lighten up a little,” Randy took his son’s side.

“Why are you three ganging up on me?” Lauren gasped. “It’s like I’m the one that’s wrong for thinking it is not okay for a brother and sister to have sex with each other.”

“We’ve established that it is sociably unacceptable, but we’re not out in society right now,” Randy tried to calm her down. “Now don’t worry, I’ll sit with Tiff and…”

“No,” Tiffany repeated in a louder voice. She moved to hide behind Jon’s back.

“Looks like she prefers me over dad,” Jon laughed.

“Maybe if you were home more often,” Lauren saw a chance to complain about her husband.

“Why don’t you sit with her then?” Randy suggested. After seeing how much more partial to Jon Tiffany was, he somewhat wanted to keep them apart to teach them a lesson.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It would be so awkward sitting next to her. I wouldn’t enjoy the movie at all.” Lauren turned up her nose.

“So you’re more okay with our children fucking than you are sitting next to your daughter,” Randy sighed.

“Don’t use that against me now; not when you were totally okay with it from the start.”

Jon was no longer listening to his parents bickering. His mom’s final refusal to sit with Tiffany and her refusal to sit with their dad meant that he had won. He sat down on the left couch and patted the space next to him.

Tiffany walked over to the closet underneath the stairs and retrieved a small throw blanket. Her current outfit was nothing more than a thin long sleeved night shirt and a short ruffled skirt. Her bare legs already had goose bumps after she left the warmth of her room. She sat down on the couch next to her brother and tucked her feet under herself before draping the blanket on top of her lap. She leaned toward the armrest instead of toward Jon. He did not seem to mind but he still took the effort to lean over and kiss her behind her ear once.

Randy put the horror movie into the DVD player and took command of the remote. Lauren went to the kitchen to prepare the snacks she bought. She returned with a bowl of chips for each couch but only sodas for herself and Jon. Randy grumbled to himself as he got up to get himself one. Tiffany was surprised when he brought a second one back for her as well. She took it cautiously, refusing to meet his eyes. He patted her head sweetly though. He wanted to remind her that she could ignore him all she wanted but she still lived in his house.

The first few scenes of the movie were normal boring nonsense as the characters were introduced. It was about college kids on their way back from spring break. Their car broke down and they had to stop for the night at a creepy motel. The normal horror nonsense ensued; someone mysterious decided the kids needed to be taught a lesson in the form of murder.

As Randy originally pointed out, a lot of the scenes were not meant for younger viewers. The one from the cover where the girl was using the bathroom was particularly graphic. She was sitting on the toilet and the sound of her pee hitting the water could be heard but not seen. When the killer opened the door to the bathroom, she screamed and stood up, giving the camera a full view of her cunt and the pee pouring out of it. He stabbed her straight through the eye as well, making the shot more gruesome than erotic.

Tiffany was never one for horror. She screamed every time there was a jump scare and hid her face whenever there was too much blood. Something about seeing the girl’s dripping cunt as she hung in the air on the end of the killer’s knife resonated with her though. She had just been having sex with her father less than an hour ago. She swore she could still feel his large cock inside her asshole. Reluctantly, the movie turned her on just as much as it scared her.

Once the scene had ended and Tiffany no longer had to see the blood of the poor girl’s eye, she started to imagine just her dripping cunt. She touched her own crotch under her blanket. She had hastily put on a pair of panties after her shower and they were already wet from the water she did not bother to towel off from. She could not tell if she was also becoming wet but she poked and prodded her clit as if it were the case.

The next scene to arouse her interest was of a pair of the college students sharing a bed together. The movie was extremely liberal with its shots, allowing the camera a full view of the girl’s breasts as her partner undressed her. They showed everything short of her boyfriend penetrating her, though they definitely implied it.

Tiffany was all out masturbating as she watched the scene play out. The images on the screen mixed in her mind with the gaziantep escort tanıtımları many times she and her brother had sex in her own bed. There was no way Jon had not noticed what Tiffany was doing. In fact, when he reached over and touched her crotch through her panties, she was less surprised and more excited. She tried to thrust out her hips to greet his hand, making him wonder why she had not asked for his assistance already. They once promised to never masturbate by themselves. Of course, that was before that had actual sex. There was something naughty about returning to the basics. Not to mention the fact that they were in the same room as their parents.

Tiffany felt like she was about to cum just from having her brother touch her. The sensation left her body when she noticed the murderer sneaking into the room just barely inside the camera shot. She wanted to shout to the couple to look out but she knew better. The boyfriend was just getting into the motion of fucking his girlfriend. She was screaming excessively. The killer appeared in frame again, for a mere moment, to slit the screaming girl’s throat. Suddenly she was silent and blood, fake movie blood, was pouring from her neck.

Her boyfriend did not notice though and continued to fuck her as she thrashed about. Watching an actress pretend to bleed to death as her boyfriend fucked her like a flailing rag doll was more exhilarating than Tiffany thought possible. Jon was equally turned on and Tiffany was not resistant at all when he grabbed her hips and pulled her waist toward his side of the couch. Her lower half was still hidden under the blanket.

She felt him pushing his fingers into her crotch and was surprised when he made no effort to move her pants from in front of her hole. Instead, he pushed them inside her as well. She had to cover her mouth to keep from gasping. It was certainly a new experience for her. Her vision went out of focus for a while as she lost herself in the feeling. When she was able to concentrate again, she noticed something hard pressing against her leg. Jon’s cock was bulging through his pants.

She touched it through the cloth of his clothing, feeling its warmth. When she could not get enough, she slipped her hand into the waist of his pants and grasped his bare flesh. He sucked in a breath while turning away to keep from alerting their parents. Neither one of them were paying any attention to their chips or their drinks. They were just barely keeping their eyes on the movie. What they were doing beneath the blanket made everything they were watching just that much more exciting. They tiniest glimpse of a female actor’s breasts or cunt turned both of them on even more.

It was not long before Tiffany had worked Jon’s pants down enough for his cock to slip out. She clasped just below the head tightly as she rubbed the tip against her crotch. He lifted himself just enough to push into her, forcing more of her panties into her hole. They felt tight, like receiving a wedgie, but she was too turned on to care. The cloth rubbed at her insides, making her sore but also excited.

The wetness of her crotch soaked her panties completely, making it easier on Jon to push them into her. After several attempts to push forward, he managed to slip about half of his cock inside. She grunted each time he made a thrust. It was more painful than she thought it would be. They continued like this for several long minutes, keeping an eye on their parents to make sure they had not noticed anything.

Eventually Tiffany could not take it anymore and she pulled her panties aside as best she could. His cock slipped fully into her. She had to cover her mouth again to keep from squeaking. Jon was noticeably grateful. He leaned to match the angle she was sitting, with her upper half on one side of the couch while her lower half was in his lap. It took some effort to find a way to push in and out at his angle but he was determined. Tiffany opened her mouth and clenched her throat, miming moaning.

When she realized what she was doing, she snapped her mouth shut and glanced at her parents suspiciously. Neither one of them was looking at her though. The movie was coming up on the climax. The college students were close to either killing the murderer or all dying at his hands. Jon found it funny to time his more forceful thrusts with the jump scares of the movie. Tiffany would instinctively clench her muscles whenever a scary scene played out.

Eventually the two of them grew tired. They were just going through the motions. His cock was not soft but it was far from as stiff as it had been. He had leaked a lot of precum that was now smeared inside and out of her cunt. Under the blanket, he pinched and flicked her clit, trying to keep her interested. It was no use though. She was leaning against the opposite armrest, rest with an exhausted expression. Her bangs were drenched in sweat from her forehead.

By the time the movie ended, neither one of them was moving at all. In a few moments, Jon’s cock was going to deflate and slip out of her on its own. “Well, that was intriguing,” Randy’s loud voice woke them from the exhausted stupor. Cindy tried to push herself up but stopped when she also slid right over into Jon’s lap. She was this close to revealing what they had been up to. “I told you it was going to be raunchy,” he grumbled.

“It was Jon’s movie choice,” Lauren defended it, or at least their reason for watching it.

“Did it give you any ideas?” Randy winked at his wife.

“Don’t be stupid.” She cringed. “Come on, let’s get more food and put in the other film.”

“I think I’ll go to the bathroom,” Randy announced almost proudly. He was looking right at Tiffany. “Think you need to go too?”

“She’s not a kid, Dad,” Jon laughed. “The movie wasn’t so scary that she’s afraid to go by herself.”

“Are you sure?” Randy waited for Tiffany to speak up for herself. It was obvious he was hoping she would take the hint and accompany him to the same bathroom. After watching so many college kids having unprotected sex, he was more than a little horny and slightly eager to pick up where they left off with in the shower earlier. Tiffany was refusing to make eye contact with him.

Jon stroked the back of her head and played with her hair. When he looked up and noticed Randy still staring at them he stopped. “Is something wrong, Dad?” he asked in concern.

Randy waited for a moment before responding. “Nothing, Son,” he answered in an obviously disappointed tone. Jon felt his sister’s cunt clamp down on his cock as their father walked past them and out of the room. It renewed the lost vigor he had. His cock was stiffening all over again.

As soon as Randy was out of sight, Jon threw the blanket off of himself and pulled Tiffany into his lap properly. She yelped as she sank down onto his cock. No matter how he tried, Jon had failed to fill her completely at their awkward angle. He lifted Tiffany up by the waist and dropped her back down. At first she rose and fell on his cock quickly, as it was still growing. Once it was back up to normal size though, she slowed down. gaziantep escort telefonları The effort it took to force his large member into her tight hole increased. She screwed up her face every time she pushed down and sighed or grunted whenever her cunt hit the base of his cock.

They continued their lap fuck for several minutes before Jon decided it was too slow. He grabbed one of the cans of soda they had left untouched on the coffee table in front of the couch and shoved it under Tiffany’s thin shirt. She felt the cold metal as it touched her skin. Jon rolled it up her sweaty body, giving her goose bumps, until it was touching her breasts, more specifically, her nipples.

Tiffany gasped at the cold sensation. Her cunt tightened again but also started to moisten. She whimpered as her pushed the can into her. Her cunt was becoming slicker. She bounced up and down on his cock with more ease. His cock struggled to point forward instead of straight up, keeping the tip firmly pressed on the back of her pelvis. It ground itself into her flesh the entire way as she bounced. It even poked at the back of her bladder. The sudden realization that she probably did need to use the bathroom, despite her dad’s pathetic attempt to coerce her, made her feel incredibly stupid.

She clenched her eyes shut and tried to imagine anything else. Of course, she could not. She felt nothing but his large meaty member pulverizing her small compressed bladder. Finally, she could not take it any more. She grabbed her mom’s open can of soda from the coffee table and pressed it to her cunt just as a yellow stream began to pour out.

“Whoa, are you seriously peeing in Mom’s drink?” Jon was shocked.

“Shut up,” Tiffany whined. She was unable to stop until her bladder was completely empty. Luckily, the can did not overflow. Jon was mesmerized by the sight of his sister peeing in the middle of the living room. It was wrong in the best way. Jon loved to watch her body move and every little tick. Sometimes he would sneak into her room when she was sleeping. He would stand over her and masturbate, eventually cumming on her stomach or back. Everything about Tiffany turned him on. It took everything he had to keep from waking her up every morning by shoving his cock into one of her holes.

Jon’s cock grew harder with his excitement. He started thrusting more and more but the angle was no longer good enough. He placed his hands under Tiffany’s knees and lifted her while standing up. She made several yelping sounds as his cock shifted inside her. Unfortunately, Jon was too scrawny to support her body the way her dad did when fucking her ass in the shower earlier. He had to walk over to the wall and push her against it next to the front door to keep her from falling.

Suddenly the sound of the downstairs bathroom door opening startled them both. Without thinking, Jon opened the front door and carried his sister outside into the cold. Luckily he was still dressed from his trip to the store with their mother. His boots hit the snow and made a crunching sound. Tiffany gasped as she felt the cold air chilling her wet cunt immediately. Jon continued trying to carry and fuck her at the same time but it was not easy. Eventually he simply had to set her down.

“Oh my god, it’s freezing out here!” Tiffany’s teeth started to chatter. She was hopping from one foot to the other as she was not wearing any shoes, just socks. Jon watched her dancing in the snow with his same mesmerized look. Even in discomfort, she was extremely sexy to him. He lifted up her shirt and confirmed that both her nipples where harder than they had ever been. “Can we please go back inside?” she begged him.

“Not until we cum,” Jon denied her request.

“I’m going to die out here before that happens,” she argued.

“Come on, let’s make it quick.” Jon led her over to a bush so that the neighbors could not see. The yard was only illuminated by the street lamps but he was still cautious. He pushed her down onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. She gasped as she felt the warmth of his cock filling her freezing cunt. It was still wet enough to slide in with ease.

“My hands are turning pink,” Tiffany warned her brother as he thrust inside of her repeatedly.

Jon tried to think of a way he could get her off quicker. As she bobbed back and forth in front of him, he watched her round ass bouncing. His cock was a mere inch below her asshole. He toyed with how she would react for a minute before actually poking his finger into her anus. “Oh god, no!” she almost shrieked. “It’s so sore. Please don’t.”

Jon was perplexed by how warm and swollen the normally tiny bud was. He had no idea it had just been turned inside out by his dad less than a few hours ago. “Have you been getting it on with a boy at school?” Jon’s mind came up with the only logical answer it could.

“I was masturbating in the shower,” Tiffany lied outright. “You just kinda took off with Mom and left me feeling horny.”

“So you pushed a shampoo bottle up your ass?” Jon laughed.

“Shut up,” Tiffany whined.

“It’s burning up. We need to cool it down,” he joked. Tiffany sighed with relief when he pulled his cock out of her cunt. She waited but he was no longer behind her. She turned her head just enough to see him snapping an extremely long and thin icicle off the side of their house.

“No!” she started to panic. She tried to crawl forward in the snow but she had become numb. She fell face first into it with her butt still up in the air and exposed. Jon broke off the pointy tip so the size was exactly the same as her puckered hole. He rubbed it around the opening, either to taunt her or sooth her. “Please,” she sobbed into the ground. Jon ignored her pleas and pushed the smaller end into her ass. “Oh god, you’re a son of a bitch,” she gave a long guttural groan as she felt the chilling sensation filling her.

Jon had to wait for her body to warm up the end and make it melt before it would slide further into her. He used the melt water as lubrication and slid an inch or two down into her at a time. Eventually she toppled over onto her side and just lay there. She would spasm or twitch or gurgle or groan but that was all. Some times she would interject with an insult or a swear.

He watched as her stomach moved around to accommodate her organs being pushed up into it. He placed his hand on it so he could feel it. “How are you?” he asked when there was more icicle inside her than out of her. She opened her mouth to respond and instead promptly vomited down the side of her face. He scooped up some snow and used it to scrape most of the bile off. “I feel sick,” she groaned while looking up at him with fluttering eyes.

“This is way bigger than a shampoo bottle,” he teased her.

“Take it out?” she whimpered in an inquisitive tone. It was more of a request than a demand.

“Not yet.” He snapped off the end of the icicle so only four inches were poking out of her asshole. He then flipped her onto her back instead of her side. She covered her mouth and shrieked when her back touched the snow. Jon ignored gaziantep escort videoları her discomfort and grabbed her ankles in order to spread her legs. She looked positively silly yet also adorable with her panties pushed to the side and her skirt flipped up to reveal a bare cunt and red puckered asshole with four inches of pure clear ice sticking out of it.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and rubbed it in a circle. “It’s so warm. Just shove it in already,” she demanded. He grabbed the icicle with one of his hands and pushed the last four inches into her at the same time he thrust his cock. She screamed out but went silent when the air was forced out of her lungs by her own jolting contortion. It took a minute of gasping before she could speak again. “You asshole. You’re going to kill me,” her words were slurred and drunken.

Jon chuckled at the thought. “Local girl stabbed in the ass with an icicle.”

“Local girl fucked to death in the cold by her idiot brother,” Tiffany corrected him.

“I really need to plug up that mouth of yours.” Jon scooped up and handful of snow and rolled it into a proper ball. Tiffany’s eyes widened as he pushed it into her mouth. She screamed into it while flailing her numb arms as much as possible. “Easy, or I’ll make it worse,” he threatened her teasingly while pinching her nose to close off her only open breathing path. She immediately stopped struggling.

Seeing his sister’s mouth filled with a makeshift ball gag turned Jon on even more. He thrust into her cunt repeatedly, eliciting very little noise from Tiffany apart from her breathing out harshly through her nose. Each thrust caused her anus to tighten around the thick pole of ice. The numbing feeling helped her soreness but it was still stretching itself just trying to clamp down, making the cycle of pain and numbing endless.

When the snowball in her mouth had melted enough, Tiffany bit down so most of it fell out. The rest she spit at Jon’s face. “You need to pull this thing out of me. You’re breaking my ass. It’ll never close properly.”

“You’re the one who shoved a bottle up there,” he shifted the blame. “I don’t use that hole anyway so why should I care?”

“I’ll let you use it,” she suggested. “Just wait for it to heal.”

“Listen to yourself?” he laughed. “It’s not a matter of you letting me; it’s whether I even want to. I like the look on your face whenever you’re worried I’ve knocked you up.” As if to prove his point, he sped up his thrusts in anticipation of cumming. Tiffany began to panic again. She struggled to push him off of her but was too numb. Suddenly warm cum was filling her cunt. He did not stop thrusting the whole time he was squirting. It coated her insides from her cervix down to her urethra.

When Jon had exhausted himself enough, Tiffany finally threw him off. She scampered to her feet and squatted down in the snow. Jon frowned as he watched her spread her cunt apart and try to scrape some of the cum out of herself. Suddenly Jon grabbed a fistful of snow and moved her hands away from her cunt so he could shove it up inside of her. She fell over holding her stomach, partially from feeling his fist enter her and partially from the cold. She gurgled and wheezed while trying to speak. The only discernable word was, “Why?”

“You really hate the idea of us together, don’t you?” he sighed as he watched her struggling to scoop the snow out of her cunt. When she had gotten all that had not already melted, she set to work on forcing what was left of the icicle out of her asshole. She was oddly determined.

After finally managing to pull the whole thing out, she lay in the snow for several minutes, just breathing heavily. When her breathing slowed, Jon got worried and pulled her up by her arms. She let her head bob loosely as she allowed him to jostle her back toward the house. They came in through the kitchen and went straight up the stairs to change. They would have both liked nothing more than to collapse in their beds but they had to make an appearance downstairs if they did not want to be suspected of skipping out on movie night to have sex.

Jon made it downstairs first. He was surprised to see his parents sitting on opposite couches. “Where did you go? We waited for you?” Lauren pointed at the TV. The scene playing was on repeat on the DVD main menu.

“I was tired of wearing my warm clothes,” Jon explained while lifting his feet to show that he had taken off his snow boots. For no discernable reason in Lauren’s eyes, he picked up her can of soda and walked into the kitchen with it. She did not hear him draining it down the sink. He came back with two fresh cans for himself and her.

“Were you that thirsty?” Lauren asked in confusion.

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed with relief. He did not know how he would have explained it if she had already tried to take a sip.

When Tiffany came down the stairs she was wearing long pajamas. Her skin underneath was red and raw and she could not reveal it without her parents knowing something was wrong. She trotted into the living room at a forced enthused pace but stopped when she saw that her dad was sitting on the couch she and Jon had shared. He patted the space next to himself invitingly.

She purposefully walked over toward her mother but Lauren yanked Jon’s arm, dragging him down into the seat. She gave Jon a begging look but he just stared back in confusion. Eventually, she had to sit down beside her father or face the wrath of Lauren for holding up movie night even longer.

“You really don’t want to sit with me, do you?” Randy whispered into her ear when she finally sat down. She did not respond. If it were Jon, she may have responded with a sarcastic comment but she was much more afraid of her father for some reason. “Jon, can you turn out the lights?” Randy called over to his son. “I believe that movies should be watched in the dark like at the theater.”

Jon shrugged before standing up to flip the switch next to the kitchen doorway. As soon as the lights went out, Tiffany felt her father’s hands on her lap. They danced around her thighs and then slipped into the waist of her pajama pants. “No panties?” he asked coyly.

“It’s too sore,” she explained. He instinctively ran his fingers down her cunt and found her puckered asshole.

“Why is it so cold?” he was intrigued.

“I put an ice cube in it to sooth it,” she lied.

“Well now it’s too cold, isn’t it? Let me warm it up for you.” He stepped on the hem of her pants while lifting her by the waist. Her pants slid down around her thighs as he moved her into his lap. She gasped when she felt his warmth touching her cold crotch and ass. It took some work, but he managed to pull his cock out through the fly of his own pajama bottoms.

Her asshole was far too puckered to open up for him at first. He had to press on her lap with his hands to force her down onto him. Once the head finally slipped through, her ass opened up to him. She had just been gouged out by an icicle so her intestines were gaping and welcoming. “Why?” she groaned while wiping tears from her eyes. “You just did this to me. Why can’t you let me rest?”

“Don’t forget, sweetie; your purpose in this family is to get your pretty little holes filled with cock and cum. That is all you need to do and you need to do it well,” he whispered in her ear. Tiffany continued to cry silently as she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to get fucked in the ass a lot more often.

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Ikuno stood panting in the snowy clearing outside her cave as Kal’s tongue ran along her folds. He tried to adjust his erection, which rubbed uncomfortably against his trousers as he teased and nibbled at her lips, gradually making his way toward the top of her sex.

“No touching,” she said breathlessly, putting a hand on the back of his head and pressing his face into her.

Kal growled in annoyance, the vibration making her body shudder for a moment. He sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub until the oni gasped and her legs began to shake, flooding his mouth with her fluids as she came.

The oni stepped away and let the leather flap fall, hiding her pussy from him.

“Now-now,” she said smiling as her breathing returned to normal, “you agreed to this. Back into your stance.”

“I know I agreed to it,” Kal grumbled getting back to his feet, “but you made it sound a lot more fun than it really is.”

“I’m having a wonderful time,” she laughed.

“No surprise there, you’ve gotten off three times so far and each one has been stronger than the last. While here I am…” Kal gestured at the prominent tent in his trousers. Not only was he erect from having his tongue buried in the blue-skinned woman’s sex but Kal’s cock kept growing to fit the oni. This left him very little spare room in his pants.

“Count your blessings, Kal, I know quite well how bad it can be to go without for an extended period of time. At least you know you will be going home properly drained.”

“You do have a point,” he said dropping down into the fighting stance she had taught him, “but trying to concentrate with this monster trying to burst out my trousers is difficult, to say the least.” A small wrist cuff with a strength rune flared then settled into a red glow as he activated it, “Ready,” he announced.

Ikuno set herself, “That’s why it’s called incentive.”

The oni rushed forward and aimed a kick at Kal’s chest which he quickly sidestepped. Lifting an arm, he blocked her fist as it came in high from the right then immediately jerked his head to the side as another came from below aimed at his chin. Grabbing the oni’s arm as it whistled past his head, he used it as leverage to swing his leg up and land a kick on Ikuno’s side. In response, she swung the arm he’d grasped across her body while bringing her knee toward his stomach. Kal realized his mistake and let go, accepting the hit and angling his body so he would be pushed out instead of up. Her knee sent Kal spinning away from her, pain flaring in his ribs. Hitting the ground rolling, he jumped up and dropped back into his stance as quickly as he could. Breathing deeply, he could tell that the ribs were bruised but not broken.

She charged again, this time crouching and leading in with a leg sweep. As had happened far too often for Kal’s liking, he underestimated how long her arms and legs were. He lifted his leg to allow the attack to pass underneath, but her foot caught his trailing leg as well. His entire world turned sideways as he found himself suddenly airborne. Knowing he had a split second to react, he twisted in the air, attempting to fall on his hands and the foot that hadn’t been swept from beneath him. Digging his fingers into the dirt as he landed, he kicked off and pulled his body forward, launching himself out of the way of the oni’s descending heel.

Kal barely managed to regain his feet before Ikuno stepped in and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks that he just barely managed to block or turn away, making them glancing blows instead of full force hits. The oni spun around aiming a kick directly at his head. Kal brought an arm up to block, but the kick whistled short and he found he didn’t have enough time to react to the feint before Ikuno’s fist caught him square in the face sending him reeling backwards, windmilling his arms before falling unceremoniously onto his butt in the snow.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” he muttered as he checked to see if his nose was bleeding, a small streak of red told him that he didn’t escape completely unscathed, despite the strength rune’s extra protection.

Ikuno was walking towards him brushing the snow and dirt off where Kal had kicked her, summoning a magic circle in her hand, the bruise that had just started to form beneath the debris quickly disappeared.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Kal,” said the oni as she bent down and healed his nose along with all the smaller bruises he received in their last exchange. “You are improving quite fast, taking a hit and using it to put distance between you and your opponent was a good bit of improvisation along with getting away from my foot coming down on your back.”

“A better fighter wouldn’t have needed to do either of those,” he grumped.

“True, but you’ve only been doing this for a couple of days, getting good takes time and lots of practice. To be honest, I’m glad you haven’t taken to martial arts like some kind of prodigy the way you did with magic,” she said pulling him to his feet.

“You don’t like how good I am with magic?” asked Kal.

Ikuno smirked, “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s really quite amazing. It’s that your ability is unique. For someone as old and traveled as I am that can be… unsettling… at times. Unique isn’t a word I use often. On the other hand, how you are learning to fight is as normal as can be.

“Enough about that,” she said giving Kal a predatory grin. “I won again, and I want my prize, but not out here in the snow. Since we are going inside, I’m calling an end to the sparring for today. I figure we can work on forms later before you go. Now that you are using your runes to get back and forth from home, maybe you can get some studying in as well.” Ikuno reached down and stroked him through his trousers, “I enjoyed the hell out of your tongue earlier, but right now I need this inside me.”

Kal groaned as her fingers traced the outline of his prick, “Then we’d better get moving because if you keep doing that I won’t make it that far.”

The oni chuckled, releasing him. “Meet you inside,” she said, putting a hand behind his head and kissing him hard before jogging back into the cave.

“Ikuno!” he yelled after her, “Wait! I can’t see in… the… dark,” he trailed off as the oni disappeared into the blackness beyond the cave entrance. “Dammit, I need to get back to town and see if someone picked up my stone,” he said to himself, lamenting the loss of his light stone to the mud in the town square. Sighing, he made his way towards the cave.

——

Kal felt like he could punch through a mountain with as much power as he was putting into the strength rune on his wrist. Even so, the red glow wasn’t doing a fantastic job of illuminating his way through the darkest part of the cave but at least it was keeping him from running into walls. The light from Ikuno’s cavern started to brighten the tunnel allowing Kal to cut the flow of power into the rune.

As he walked into the cave his eyes were drawn to blue curves of the oni’s body as she bent over her bed, tantalizingly swaying her ass back and forth. He could see her sex glisten in the torchlight, small rivulets of her juices ran down her legs from her pussy and even his human nose couldn’t miss the strong scent of her arousal.

As much as he wanted to plow into her, Kal did want a little payback for teasing him outside. Taking his time to undo each of the fasteners, he casually pulled his shirt off and threw it on the stone chair with Ikuno’s discarded clothes.

“You bastard,” she said looking over her shoulder while her hips continued to swing back and forth, “you’re doing that on purpose. Hurry up, I need you.”

With an exaggerated sigh, as if it was such a bother to please the woman, he undid his belt and dropped his trousers freeing his enlarged and engorged cock to his lover’s appreciative eyes. As he reached for the ties on his wrist cuff Ikuno stopped him.

“Leave it, sometimes I like it when you are stronger than me,” she said in a voice thick with lust.

He gave her a questioning look then walked over to the waiting oni, the rune on the cuff lighting up and glowing a slightly brighter red than when they had been sparring. He reached out and swatted her swaying ass, which got a passionate moan followed by a groan of annoyance as he continued walking past her backside. Kal jumped up onto the bed, standing with his prick pointing at the large woman’s face. Wrapping her long white hair around one hand he pulled her head forward as the other aimed his cock at her mouth. Ikuno obediently opened up, her tongue playing along the underside as he slowly fed her his prick, when he bumped the back of her throat he looked down.

“Are you sure you like it when I’m stronger?” he asked with a knowing smile.

Instead of answering Ikuno looked up and locked eyes with him, then swallowed the head of his dick. As her lips slid all the way to the base she began working the muscles in her throat and her long tongue slid out and started lapping at Kal’s sack. Part of his reason for picking her mouth was she had teased him most of the morning and he knew this first one was going to be quick. Holding tightly to Ikuno’s hair he moved her head back and forth, her horns were easier to hold on to, but using her hair like this turned her on more. He only made it a few strokes before he felt his balls tighten up. Kal held the head of his prick just inside her lips as his body clenched and he filled her mouth. She sucked the last few drops out and hummed happily, her eyes once again locked on his as she slowly let his half-hard cock slip from her lips.

Ikuno put her head down and shook her ass back and forth letting Kal know what she wanted next. He was used to her ‘savoring’ the taste whenever he came in her mouth and didn’t expect her to be saying anything until she was done with her treat. Kal hopped off the bed and walked around behind the oni. Taking his half-hard dick in hand he rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times before guiding it into her pussy, Ikuno moaning behind her closed lips as he slowly pushed into her sex. Once buried to the hilt, he held himself in place as Ikuno’s pussy squeezed and rippled up and down his length, gradually bringing his cock back to full hardness.

Ikuno gasped as she swallowed the last of his spunk, “Fuck me Kal, I want to feel you fill my pussy,” she panted looking back at him.

Kal put his hands on her hips and started thrusting into her, Ikuno letting out little moans each time he speared into her dripping sex. Using his enhanced strength, Kal pushed the oni’s hips down, angling himself so he rubbed against the rough spot inside her pussy that drove her wild. Within a few minutes, she clamped down on his cock and her legs shook, her abundant fluids now running down both of their legs.

After coming in Ikuno’s mouth Kal still had some time before he was ready. Using his enhanced strength, he lifted the large woman and set her the rest of the way on the bed then flipped her over onto her back before slipping his cock back inside her. Ikuno gave him a sultry look, her face to the tops of her breasts flushed purple with excitement from being manhandled. Taking a leg in each hand he pushed up, tilting her hips back. He was now rubbing against the same rough spot with each thrust, but the head of his cock also dragged along it each time he pulled out as well. The effect on Ikuno was immediate and sent her racing towards another orgasm. The strength rune glowed a little brighter as Kal held her down and continued to fuck her as she came, his hips a blur as he pounded into her dripping pussy mercilessly. gaziantep escort reklamları A second orgasm crashed into her before she could fully recover from the last one, followed quickly by a third, when the fourth then the fifth one slammed into her Ikuno shrieked and shoved Kal away, sending him flying off the bed and falling onto the furs that covered the rocky floor of her cavern.

Kal jumped to his feet to see Ikuno curled into a quivering ball with both hands between her legs covering her sex protectively, every second or so her entire body would jerk as if she had been shocked.

Kal rushed over to check on her, “Ikuno! Are you…”

“DON’T!” Ikuno bellowed, “touch me,” she finished in a shaky but much softer voice.

Kal froze his eyes wide, “What’s wrong Ikuno?!”

A smile played across the oni’s features, “Still… cumming…” she panted, “sensitive… need a… minute… don’t… touch.”

Kal stared in awe at Ikuno, he plopped down at the bottom of the bed, Ikuno jerking her feet away from any accidental contact even though they were well out of Kal’s reach.

He chuckled as he relaxed, “I’m not sure whether to be worried about you or proud that I put you in this state.”

“Fuck you, Kal,” she said smiling at him. The aftershocks were coming less frequently, and she wasn’t shivering as much, even though she was still holding her hands over her sex, “you’d better damn well feel proud of that, but we may need to put your cuff off to the side except for special occasions.”

Kal looked at the strength rune, “Really?”

Ikuno uncurled and rolled onto her back, one hand shielding her clit from being touched, though small movements of her lower lips as she changed positions still sent jolts of pleasure through her body, “Something about you holding me down and not stopping like you usually do when I come.” Unable to come up with a good explanation she shook her head, “I don’t know what it triggered, but it was amazing,” she said with a blissed-out look on her face.

Kal looked down and his penis, it had shrunk and returned to its normal size. “Looks like I’m done for the time being,” he said with just a little disappointment in his voice.

Ikuno looked apologetic, “I’ll be sure to take care of you before you go home. Maybe we should work on your forms as planned.”

Kal sighed, “I guess you’re right.” Kal stood up and walked over to the stone chair that held Ikuno’s clothes.

“Leave them,” she said, “I don’t think I can wear anything just yet, I’m still pretty sensitive.”

Kal looked at where her hand covered her sex, “But your clothes don’t even touch you there.”

“It’s not just there, Kal, I’m sensitive everywhere, as if moving too much might set me off again,” Ikuno looked down at the fur covered floor, “Maybe I should wait a while before trying to stand up.”

“That sound both amazing and annoying at the same time, I think I might be a little envious,” said Kal laughing at her predicament.

“That’s an extremely accurate way to put it, and it’s all your fault!” she said smiling.

Grinning wide Kal raised his hand, “Guilty!”

——

“Back! Center! Left! Center! Knees bent Kal!” Ikuno barked as Kal quick-stepped in the direction she called while maintaining his stance. “Forward! Center! Back heel off the floor! Arms up, elbows in! Left! Center!” Sweat was dripping into Kal’s eyes and he glanced over at the leather cuff laying on Ikuno’s bed. Ikuno stepped forward and grabbed his wrists, “Pay attention, Kal! You asked me to teach you combat so you wouldn’t have to shield bash your way out of your next fight, your magic should enhance your skills in battle, not replace them.” She let go of his wrists and stepped back.

Kal looked apologetic, “Sorry, I didn’t expect this to be so difficult when I asked you to teach me.”

Ikuno glared at him in annoyance, “And I was expecting to do something a lot more fun the day you came charging in yelling, ‘Ikuno, I need you to teach me how to fight!’ instead of, ‘Hi Ikuno! You look like you’ve been all worked up the last couple of days! Let me take care of you then I want to ask you something!'”

Kal could see she the corners of her mouth twitch as she tried not to smile. Forcing himself to do the same he said through clenched teeth, “You must really like my dick.”

She managed to maintain her glare as she leaned in close, “I do.”

Kal snorted as he tried to keep a straight face but quickly broke down and burst into laughter, followed a second later by Ikuno.

“In fairness, Kal, I did warn you how horny monster girls are all the time.” She dropped into a fighting stance, “Copy me.” Ikuno started throwing slow punches in front of her that Kal immediately started to mimic. “Speaking of horny monster girls, I have a couple of trips planned for us this spring after we plant Eludora.”

“Okay, I’m interested. What do you have?”

“First we need to visit a harpy that lives west of here and get one of her eggs. Next, there’s a salamander that lives to the east beyond the mountain pass who we will need to burn the egg to ash.”

Kal’s movements stuttered. “Explain please, because that sounds like a horrible thing to do.”

Ikuno grinned, “You’re getting too used to all this magic stuff. You were more fun when you would panic when I said things like that.”

Kal rolled his eyes, “Sorry to disappoint you.”

Ikuno switched to practicing low kicks, “As you probably guessed we won’t be turning any baby harpies onto ashes. Like ‘Dell they only produce chicks when they mate while in season, unlike ‘Dell they come into season every couple of months. However, they lay eggs once or twice a week depending on how healthy and how old they are. Since it takes so much energy and resources to make each egg they often eat the unfertilized ones to get some of that back.”

“Seems a little weird from a human standpoint, but makes sense, I guess. What if we accidentally took a fertilized one?”

“Can’t happen. They know exactly which ones are going to turn into chicks and which can be eaten, even if it isn’t their own eggs. They also get extremely protective and have no problems with throwing their own lives away defending their young. The old stories of a harpy swooping down and ripping a man’s face off or tearing their throat out, those come from people threatening their eggs or chicks.”

“What’s so special about their eggs that we need to burn it to dust?”

Ikuno switched back to punches but quicker now. “Like all monster girls, harpies are highly magical. Even though they tend to be exceptionally light for their size and have wings, part of their ability to fly is magic in nature. When they put all that energy and effort into creating an egg inside their body, the egg becomes infused with some of that magic whether it gets fertilized or not. We need the ashes of something with that kind of magical infusion burned by a salamander as part of a more permanent ink.”

Kal stopped, “That makes sense, I do have a concern though. If we do the trade that you mentioned to me and Perra, am I going to end up with another kid out of this?”

Ikuno stayed in her stance, “I won’t say it’s impossible but with luck, she won’t be in heat and even if we find out she is, we can try to time things so that doesn’t happen. If you continue down this path you will likely have to accept the fact that you may end up with children out there that will only see you on rare occasion.”

Kal dropped into his fighting stance, but before Ikuno could restart their training, his face clouded up. He looked up at the oni, “Why am I doing this Ikuno?”

Kal stepped out of his stance followed by Ikuno who was at a loss to answer his question. He walked over and sat on the bed picking up the cuff with the strength rune.

“Why am I doing any of this? I could have done exactly what you told me to; gone home, married Perra, worked the farm and lived a good life. Doing things on the farm take a fraction of my time now that mother knows I’m learning magic. My life could be easy. Yet here I am, learning more magic, learning how to fight, and making plans to travel across the land with the possibility of leaving a trail of children behind me. In search of what? Power? I’m a farmer, I’ve never desired power. To fight oppression? Our King hardly knows we exist down here in the middle of nowhere, as long as he gets his taxes he couldn’t care less about Tilsen. Women? I could spend the rest of my life here with you and be perfectly happy. Money? I’ve never lusted after money the way some people do, and the bag you gave me when we first met made me the richest man in town, and probably all of the surrounding ones as well. You think I’m destined for some great adventure, and I honestly believe you are right. I feel like I’m being pulled to do something, but I don’t know what that is.” Kal dropped his head into his hands, “I’m so confused.”

Ikuno stood quietly as Kal talked things out, her tiny gasp and smile when he said he would be happy to spend the rest of his life with her went unnoticed. She sat down next to Kal and put an arm around his shoulders pulling him close as he tried to make sense of his troubled thoughts.

“I don’t have any answers for you Kal,” she said quietly. “But there are some things I can tell you that might help, though you may not agree with me. First, farming is what you do not who you are, that may have been different if you had never come back to my cave, but you are a mage now and will eventually become a runesmith, by my estimation a very powerful one. Second, you didn’t realize it at the time, but you were lying when you told me you would give up magic for me.” Kal’s head snapped up with a hurt look on his face. “Settle down, what I mean is that magic is… addictive, for lack of a better word. You begin with chopping firewood faster, then you wonder if you can get the logs to position themselves on the block, pretty soon you have developed a spell that takes a tree, splits it into fire logs, then dries it and stacks it next to the house all in one spell. With magic, there is always something else to learn, to improve upon, or to achieve. That brings me to the last thing; you also lied about not wanting power.”

“Now, wait a second…” Ikuno held up her hand stopping him.

“I don’t mean that you want power like the King or the lords and ladies beneath him. With you it’s knowledge. As you have gotten better at reading and able understand more of what’s in these books,” she waved a hand towards her library, “your thirst for knowledge has gotten bigger. In the world of magic-users, knowledge is power. Keep these things in mind as you look for your answers.”

Kal laid back on the bed, holding the leather cuff above him he ran his fingers over the intricately detailed rune that he had yet to draw well enough to add to his bracers. “I have to agree with you Ikuno, the more I learn the more I want to know,” Kal took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I don’t want to admit this, but you are right; I could never go back to being just a farmer with what I know now. I just wish I could see the purpose behind doing all of this.”

Ikuno smiled down at him, “Give it time Kal. Keep learning and improving and a purpose will reveal itself.” Her smile turned playful and she reached down to run her fingers over the bulge in his trousers, “maybe you’ll find that your only purpose is to make a bunch of monster girls deliriously happy by putting this inside them. You’ve certainly done it for me and ‘Dell.”

“Stop it, that tickles,” he laughed, shooing her hand away before gaziantep escort resimleri relaxing back on the bed. “So much for a serious moment,” he said but there was no heat in his voice.

“Things were getting kind of heavy there,” she said apologetically. “Why don’t you go study some while I make us something to eat.”

“Good idea, I’m still really curious about how protection is layered into the strength rune. I would like to do that with speed as well, and avoid any more broken arms, hopefully.” Kal said rubbing the arm he injured in the fight with Emrick. “Thanks for listening to me ramble, you may not have had any answers for me but at least I feel a bit better,” he said standing up and giving Ikuno a kiss on the cheek making the oni blush purple. Kal stared at her for a moment, “I don’t get you sometimes, we spend hours in bed, you talk like a wanton whore when you’re horny, yet you blush when I kiss your cheek.”

Ikuno managed to turn a deeper shade of purple. Standing up, she herded him towards the library, “It’s a woman thing! Shoo! Go study!”

——

Kal carefully painted in the last of his latest attempt at the strength rune. Ikuno had made him the cuff for sparring practice but refused to put it on his vambraces until he could draw it himself flawlessly. They had done the same with the other four runes as well; he put down the ink, then Ikuno, with her better knowledge of magic came behind and set them into the leather. The strength rune, however, continued to elude him. Unlike the other runes, the strength rune was a combination of a basic strength rune and a more advanced protection rune. Ikuno mentioned that it had many of the same characteristics as another protection spell called stone skin but modified to protect the user from shattering bones or turning hands into pulp with their enhanced strength.

Kal traced out a small glowing sigil with his finger on the surface of the table next to the books he was studying from. He activated the rune, then using three fingers he made a motion like he was plucking it from the tabletop and setting it over on the other side of his study material. A transparent magical sheet came into existence behind his hand and fell over the books to protect them. Having a rune explode next to one of the oni’s precious magical tomes qualified as a near-death experience, to him at least. Kal never wanted to see Ikuno that mad again.

Kal checked and double checked the rune, comparing it to the one in the book and making absolutely certain that it was an exact copy. Placing his finger on the leather next to the rune, another precaution borne of experience, he began pushing energy into the ink. This was high-quality ink but not magical like that made with Aradelle’s nectar, good for testing but would burn out after only a few uses. As the magic filled the rune a small spot in the upper left corner caught Kal’s attention, it looked like the fanned-out lightning just before Sir Balthus’s crystal had cracked, instead of making a smooth transition to the next glyph. Kal only had a fraction of a second to see this before there was a popping noise and he was suddenly covered in black freckles as the rune failed and sent the ink flying into the air.

Kal groaned and leaned back in the chair closing his eyes, he didn’t even flinch as something cold and wet landed on his face.

“Thanks,” he mumbled from under the linen before he reached up and wiped the ink off with the washcloth.

“Remember what I said earlier, Kal. Right now, you are thinking like a farmer, try to approach this the way a mage would,” said Ikuno.

Kal thought hard for a moment, “I’m not following, Ikuno. How do you mean think like a mage?”

“How could you use magic to draw the runes?”

Kal glanced over the table. Drawing a small rune in the air Kal’s paintbrush floated upward. Looking at Ikuno he asked, “Is this what you mean?”

“Close, that would likely help your accuracy since the brush is moved by your will instead of your hand. What if you take away the brush?”

Kal looked down at the brush then at the inkwell, “oh… Oh! I see now!” The paintbrush floated back to where its resting place and a small ball of ink floated out of the inkwell.

“Too much, Kal, a little ink goes a long way,” said Ikuno, watching from off to the side.

“Got it.” A streamer of ink made its way back into the well until he had only a handful of drops in the ball. Looking carefully at the diagram in the book he began to shape the ink to match the drawing. Once he had made a perfect replica of the rune he took a closer look at the glyph that failed on his last attempt, with the rune still in the air he reached out with a tiny tendril of magic and touched it. As he had seen before his last failure the magical energy did not flow freely to the next symbol, getting bound up within the ink. Kal double checked and made sure that his floating rune was an exact replica before going back to examining the errant glyph. Kal switched to a couple of other symbols that were roughly similar but ended up coming back to the original when none of them were doing better.

“What are you doing Kal?” asked Ikuno watching intently.

“Modifying some of the symbols on this outer ring that holds most of the protection-based glyphs, something isn’t working right,” he answered without taking his eyes off the rune.

“Still a novice and trying to make improvements?” she teased.

“I may not need to worry about broken fingers anymore, but I am getting sick of being peppered with ink every time I attempt this rune. Besides, there is something wrong here, I’m just trying to fix it. Ikuno can you tell me what this symbol stands for? I can’t maintain this and read the book at the same time.”

Ikuno studied Kal for a moment then looked carefully at the floating ink, “That represents skin, it keeps your skin from tearing when you are super strong. Wait a minute…” Ikuno held out her hand and the cuff with the strength rune she had made lifted off the bed and floated into it, “Looks like I made the correction without thinking, I used a skin character from another spell when I copied it.”

Kal looked at the symbol she had used and shifted the rune in front of him to match, feeding power to it showed that it would work, but the glyph was meant for magic like Ikuno used and the transfer was leaking energy badly without the user’s direct will to contain it. Kal switched back to the original once again.

“If I do this here,” the symbol changed shape slightly, “that’s better but still not good enough…”

Over the next hour, Kal made dozens of tiny changes to the symbols on the outer ring of the rune, occasionally asking Ikuno for clarification on a glyph’s particular purpose. At one point she stopped him.

“I understand that you can see the magic flowing through the characters but are you sure you should be making all of these changes?” she asked, “You could end up with a totally different spell or one that blows up in your face. I don’t think I need to remind you how new you are to this.”

Kal thought for a moment. “Yes I’m absolutely sure. I think the best way to describe what I’m doing is like when I was learning how to write. This is a group of words here: skin, bone, sinew, muscle, organs, heart,” he said pointing to their symbols in turn, “the base glyphs stay the same in the ones I change but now it reads more like: skin and bone then muscle and sinew then heart and organs. I’m just making it easier for the power to flow into the next symbol. Now that I say that, runesmith magic works from the inside out, it should be: heart and organs then bone and sinew then muscle and skin,” The characters gently glided into their new positions on the rune.

Ikuno’s brow furrowed, looking away she summoned one of her magic circles in front of her hand, the same type of strength spell that Kal was currently working on. Studying it closely for a moment she looked at the strength rune on the cuff and whispered, “I’ll be damned.”

“What is it Ikuno?”

“The order you put those in seemed familiar, look here,” like Kal she pointed to each symbol in turn, “Heart, organs, bone, sinew, muscle, skin. The same order as you just put them in.” Releasing the spell Ikuno put up her hands in surrender, “you just fixed two problems with this rune that I never even saw,” she tossed the cuff back out onto the bed, “so I’ll just sit over here and trust you know what you are doing. Just make sure I don’t have to reattach any limbs.”

Kal cringed, “I’ll be sure of that,” and dug back into his work.

——

Hours later he leaned back after laying his ‘improved,’ yet untested, strength rune onto a piece of parchment. He then grabbed a strip of leather set aside for cuffs like the one he wore earlier and quickly copied the rune onto it. Feeding power into the ink, the strength rune flashed bright red then popped, sending a cloud of fibrous shredded leather high into the air. Kal sat there stunned as small bits of ink-stained hide rained down on his head. Ikuno stepped over to console the poor boy after wasting so many hours of work, she was caught up short when he looked at her.

Beaming with pride he proclaimed, “It worked!”

Glancing at the destroyed strength rune she gave Kal a wary look, “Are you okay Kal? That’s not what it’s supposed to look like when things ‘work,'”

“It did Ikuno! The ink failed, not the rune! The rune worked exactly as it was supposed to!” jumping out of the chair Kal stepped over to one of the bookshelves and picked up Aradelle’s ink.

Ikuno put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you sure about this? We can’t make any more of that until spring.”

Kal nodded, “My biggest worry is that we may need a stronger ink, if so then I may need to see if there is some way to throttle back how much power the rune can take and how fast it activates.”

Ikuno looked incredulous, “You think you can do that?”

“Not sure,” he said as he sat down, “but after today I’m willing to give it a try.”

Kal quickly made a copy of his modified strength rune with the ink made from Aradelle’s nectar, placing his finger next to the rune he began to feed power into it.

The strength rune lit up smoothly and evenly without the normal flare as it activated, pushing more energy into the magical ink the rune became gradually brighter and brighter until it bathed the entire library in a red tint, overpowering the magical lantern on the table. Kal cut the flow of magic and leaned back.

Throwing his hands up in the air he shouted, “Yessss!” Kal jumped out of the chair and wrapped his arms around Ikuno, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t pick the larger woman up. Reaching back, he grabbed the new strength rune and activated it, going back to Ikuno he picked her up and spun her around the middle of the cavern yelling, “It works! It works!”

“Dammit Kal! Put me down!” she laughed.

Kal set Ikuno down as the rune winked out, he walked over to the bed and flopped down on his back, “That feels amazing, part of me can’t believe I actually did it.”

“So, my young runesmith, you have a new strength rune that works,” holding a hand out Ikuno summoned the cuff with her strength rune on it and Kal watched as it wrapped around her wrist and tied itself, “now let’s see how well it works.”

Kal sat up and gave her a confused look, “Ikuno, your normal strength spell should be far more powerful than that,” he said nodding at the cuff.

“True, but my strength spell just ‘is,’ I can’t feed more and more power into it like I can with this,” he said indicating the rune, gaziantep escort sitesi “if your new strength rune is as amazing as you say then we should be able to burn this one out,” she said smiling.

“Didn’t you mention something earlier about NOT reattaching limbs?” said Kal getting up, “this seems like an effective way to end up doing just that.”

“You worry too much,” said Ikuno then gave Kal a sly grin, “How about a little wager? If I win then I get to lay on the bed and you do everything to me that I want for the next hour.”

“Okay, and if I win?”

“You get to lay on the bed and for the next hour I do everything to you that I want.”

Kal nodded, “I’m game… hey! Wait a second!”

“Too late! You agreed!” said Ikuno laughing at the flustered young man.

“Fine,” Kal grumbled, “How do you want to do this?”

Ikuno held out a hand with her fingers splayed, “Uncle.”

Kal shrugged and put his hand in hers interlocking their fingers. Uncle seemed like a safe choice as there was a lot of leeway if or when one of the runes failed. Even so, he was thankful they both had access to healing spells.

The contest was brief, with Kal then Ikuno stepping up the power going into their respective strength runes. After only a couple of minutes Kal’s rune was casting red shadows about the room when a sizzling noise came from Ikuno’s cuff. She hissed in pain from the burning rune as Kal pushed her hand back and touched her shoulder. Kal dropped his strength rune to the floor and looked over his shoulder, with a quick motion of his fingers his bracers floated over and into his hand, he turned and took hold of Ikuno’s arm as she removed the piece of charred leather. Holding the vambrace, Kal’s healing rune glowed bright white and within a minute the burnt skin on Ikuno’s wrist looked like it was brand new.

“Thank you, dear,” she said kissing him, “It’s so cute when you are so worried about me you forget I can heal myself.” Kal blushed a bit in embarrassment. “You won, so strip and get into bed, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Kal picked up the piece of leather with his strength rune on it. “You don’t seem very upset about losing.”

“I’m not, as long as ‘Dell’s ink could handle it I figured you would win with how much magic you were able to pour into yours,” she said walking towards the library. Stepping inside she turned and made a motion over the library entrance, a shimmering curtain cascaded to the floor right behind her hand turning jet black as she completed the spell.

Kal began stripping down. From the sound of buckles coming undone from the library, so was Ikuno.

“You’ve been holding out on me, I’ve never seen you use that spell before,” he called into the darkness once he had climbed into bed and covered up.

Shuffling he couldn’t identify came from the library before she answered, “It’s not intentional, I’m better with physical and natural magics, I’ve always struggled with mind magics like illusions or divination, and I’ve never been able to grasp astral magic. You will have to search out masters of those schools if you want to learn them. The curtain is an illusion and isn’t much harder than the minor telekinesis cantrip we always use.”

“I’m not sure why, but as long as you’ve been on this earth, I think I assumed that you knew every kind of magic.”

Ikuno barked a laugh followed by a strange jingling noise and a whispered, “Oops, dammit.” She answered a moment later, “Sorry to disappoint you but I learned the magics that were easy and that would help keep me safe, one of the drawbacks of being immortal I suppose, there’s always time to learn things later. Back when I was young, I used to have the same drive and thirst for knowledge you do; it faded away long ago without the specter of having only so many years on this earth to propel it.”

“I’m not disappointed, just surprised I guess. I never really thought about having to learn from someone else.”

There was a faint tinkling noise then Ikuno spoke from behind the curtain, “I’ve been planning this for a while, just waiting for the right moment. I think your breakthrough today qualifies as a good reason to celebrate. Are you ready?” there was a faint tremor in her voice as she finished.

“I am,” answered Kal, “Are you okay back there?”

“I learned what I’m about to show you from some desert nomads a very long time ago and it’s been more than a century since the last time I’ve done anything like this. I’m a little nervous.” There was another faint noise like many tiny bells ringing as she moved around. A blue hand appeared near the lower corner of the illusion and set a small, very ornate box on the floor. Something was odd about her hand but Kal couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The torches suddenly went out and one of Ikuno’s light orbs floated out from the magical darkness into the middle of the cavern. Instead of giving off light in all directions like normal, this one was only shining straight down leaving the rest of the cavern in shadow. Kal peered about the room making out the various shapes of things he was familiar with, until Ikuno walked out into the light. If there had been a giant in the cave it wouldn’t have gotten a second glance once Kal saw the cobalt skinned oni.

A small blue pendant hung from Ikuno’s horns, held in the middle of her forehead by a delicate golden chain. As Kal looked closer it appeared that she had draped her body in gold. Her necklace was a type of flat interlocking pattern of concentric rings that he had never seen before. Attached to the bottom ring was another delicate chain that ran above and below her breasts, between these hung a piece of gossamer cloth that left nothing to the imagination. Another jewel set in gold that matched the pendant on her forehead covered her belly button. The slightly larger gold chain around her waist had strings of coins hanging from it, the longest hanging partway down her right thigh and getting shorter as they came across to her left hip, behind those was another piece of gossamer fabric like the one over her breasts that followed the edge of the strings of golden coins. Ikuno lifted her arms and crossed her wrists above her head and Kal saw what was different about her hands, she had painted her claws to match the gold adorning the rest of her body.

Ikuno settled into a pose with one leg slightly in front of the other, toes pointed down and heel raised, with the knee of the other leg slightly bent looked down at some random spot on the floor to her taking a deep steadying breath, which did wonders for how all the gold shimmered across her chest, she made a small motion with her hand and Kal caught a flicker of movement out the corner of his eye as the lid to the box opened up.

The slow pounding of drums filled the cavern and Ikuno’s hips began to sway in time with the beat, the top half of her body remaining perfectly still. Soon a stringed instrument, which sounded somewhat like the lyres people occasionally played at the inn, joined the drums. The oni brought her hands down and her head up, her eyes continuing to look at the floor. With her hands partially open and her thumb and forefinger touching, she gracefully moved her arms from one pose to another. A haunting sound joined the other instruments coming from the music box, Kal reasoning it must be some type of flute or large whistle. He didn’t get to think on it long since when the flute started, Ikuno began to move with the music.

“Whoa,” Kal whispered under his breath. Forget the giant in the room, now a rampaging dragon would have a difficult time peeling his eyes from the sight in front of him.

The oni glided about the circle with a grace that didn’t seem possible for someone so large, her hips swaying and body undulating sensuously as her arms flowed effortlessly from one position to the next in time with the music. Kal sat on the bed, entranced by the blue-skinned woman, having never seen something so beautiful. His breath quickened, and body reacted as she added the occasional thrust of her hips to her dance, giving him tiny, teasing glimpses of her sex or bottom as the strings of coins lifted for a fleeting moment.

The music’s tempo picked up slightly, as did Ikuno’s performance. Every motion of her body and hands seemed to accentuate or draw attention to her sexuality, from slow rolls of her hips to quick thrusts of her chest. Ikuno was no longer just looking at the ground as she danced, casting sultry glances at Kal and running her tongue over her lips during her bawdier movements.

The music reached a crescendo and Ikuno stood up on her toes, feet apart, arching her back while thrusting her chest out, arms down with her splayed hands turned forward next to her hips. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, mouth slightly open as if gasping in pleasure.

After a momentary pause, the drums and stringed instrument started into the slower and more relaxed final section of the music. Looking down at the floor Ikuno began moving again, her hips again began to sway with the slower beat as she moved back to the center of her spotlight. Bringing her arms up she crossed her wrists and assumed her starting pose just as the music ended. With another tiny motion of her hand the lid on the music box clicked shut.

Hearing nothing from the bed’s occupant she relaxed from her pose. Having been within the spotlight during her performance, and unable to see more than vague shapes outside of it, she had yet to see Kal’s face. With her nervousness from before setting in, she motioned at the orb of light to illuminate the entire room. Squinting for a moment as her eyes adjusted, she looked over at her young lover.

Wide-eyed, Kal just stared at Ikuno with a look of wonder, “Wow,” he said.

Ikuno arched an eyebrow, “Just ‘Wow’?”

“Oh, no no no no. Amazing. Outstanding. Awesome. Stunning. Even all those don’t seem good enough. You have a better way with words than I do, think of something far beyond than any of those and that might come close to how mmmph!” Ikuno stepped over to the bed and silenced Kal by putting her lips over his.

Pulling away, she reached behind her back to undo her top, “Time to stop talking.”

A thought crossed the oni’s mind and her hands stopped before reaching the clasp.

Peeling back the covers she straddled Kal’s already hard cock, holding the jingling coins to the side so he could watch as she placed him at the entrance to her pussy and lowered herself with a long moan. With another motion of her hand the light orb floated up above her and the spotlight narrowed so it shone only on her without reaching her lover’s face.

At Kal’s questioning look she raised her arms up and crossed her wrists, the same as her pose at the beginning of her dance. With a small wave, the lid on the music box flipped open.

Kal laid his head back and groaned as the drums started and Ikuno’s hips began to sway back and forth. When the strings joined in she brought her hands down but instead of doing the motions in the dance she held them out for Kal. Smiling he reached up and interlaced his fingers with hers. As the flute’s haunting tones began, Ikuno started moving just slightly up and down while continuing the sensuous swaying of her hips. That little bit of extra stimulation was enough to send Kal over the edge, making his hips buck up into Ikuno and filling her with everything he had to give.

Ikuno stopped moving as Kal came, gently squeezing with her inner muscles but not wanting to hurt him when he got sensitive.

As Kal recovered he looked over at the music box then back at Ikuno, “Keep going till it’s done?” he asked.

Ikuno smiled and released his hand, reaching behind her. Kal felt the tingle of her recuperation spell on his balls and the base of his cock. Taking his hand in hers again they looked into each other’s eyes as her hips started moving.

——

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Chapter 1

MP put the locket back over her head, swearing once again to never remove it. She took my hand and led me upstairs. Had anyone ever questioned my mother’s magical powers they would have been silenced by seeing my room. We had a big house—a colonial with five bedrooms and five and a half baths. I had the biggest after the master suite—12 by 12 with a small walk-in closet and private bath. Now the room was 12 by 20. Mom had removed the wall, merged the two carpets and changed the color, fixed the walls and ceiling, and painted the room. Gone were my boyish decorations, replaced by accents more suitable for a young couple which, of course, we were. The walls were a light creamy color, the carpet a light mauve. In the middle of the long wall was a queen sized bed flanked by a dresser for MP and an armoire for me. On the opposite wall between windows that had been moved apart since I was last there were identical desks, each with its own computer and monitor networked to a color laser printer and a large flat screen TV. Most important was the second closet because I knew MP had a ton of clothes. Also, my bathroom had a stall shower; the other had a tub which I was sure we’d use together sometime in the future.

The next day after her father had gone to work MP and I walked to her house to pick up whatever clothing we could carry. Her mother came to the door, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mary Patricia, your father took all your clothes to Goodwill the day you left. There’s nothing here. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you here.” MP hugged her mother, telling her not to worry. We’d keep in touch with her and, after all, we were only two doors away. When she was done I also hugged and kissed her. “That’s for raising the finest person I’ve ever known—the most loving, caring, most unselfish person in the world. I promise I will love her forever.”

When we arrived home MP told my mother, “It’s not a big deal. I can get underwear and almost everything else I need at Wal-Mart.”
Scowling, Mom replied, “No daughter of mine is going to buy her underwear or anything else at Wal-Mart! Wait here, Jeremy.” She left, walking up the stairs in a hurry. She returned a moment later handing me more than $3,000. “You don’t have a credit card so take the cash. Take MP to Victoria’s Secret first, then to some of the other boutiques in town. If you run out of money I’ll get you more. MP, buy what you want, don’t skimp on account of the cost.” She shooed us out the door.

I absolutely hate shopping and sitting in Victoria’s Secret among all the bras and panties was embarrassing, but MP made it all worthwhile when she told me she’d give me a special show when we got home. All told we spent five agonizing hours buying her new clothes and shoes. Why girls need so many shoes was a mystery to me. We put all of it into her closet except for one box which she refused to show me. “Later,” she said kissing me gently on the cheek.

After dinner we retired to our room. I was still pretty well whipped from my ordeal of the past few weeks. I may be a wizard, but I’m also human—I need sleep like anyone else. I led MP to the bathroom, planning on showering together, but she shook her head “no.” “Not tonight, I have something special for you and I want it to be a surprise.” She kissed me—just a little peck—and left. I showered and climbed into bed naked, turning the lights out. A few minutes later MP emerged from the other bath. She was wearing the sheerest baby doll I’d ever seen. It was a color that exactly matched her flaming red hair. With the light behind her I could see the silhouette of her perfect body—her slender legs, her curvy hips, the swell of her breasts, and the alluring spread between her legs. It was an incredibly erotic sight. If this was her surprise it was sensational. I forgot immediately how tired I was. I became erect in a millisecond. I started drooling in anticipation of making love with this delightful creature.

“You like?” MP whispered, climbing onto the bed next to me.

I could barely respond, but somehow I managed to groan, “Oh, yes, I love it…and I love you.”

MP pushed me down. “You’re going to love this even more,” as she took me into her hot mouth. “Mmmm, I love how you taste. You lie back and let me do all the work.” She went back to work on my cock and, if she wasn’t careful, I was going to cum in about twenty seconds. MP must have sensed my excitement because she pulled back after licking all around my helmet. She kissed and licked my ball sack then moved up to lay one hell of a kiss on my lips. “I hope you like this because we’re going to do it several times every day. I told you I was going to wear you out.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I’ll wear you out, so there!”

“Ha! That’ll never happen. I’ll never tire of you. Now that I have you back I’m never letting you go. I’m going to show you how much I love you every single day.” She kissed me again, her tongue teasing mine, and sucking my lip between her teeth. Again, she gave me a peck on the cheek and lowered herself down my body. Kneeling next to me she licked all around my granite cock before rising up to straddle me. I thought she was lowering her pussy to me but—no! Was I surprised when I felt the tightness of her ass. “That’s why we didn’t shower together, Jeremy. I wanted to get myself ready for you. We’ve only done this a couple of times and I still remember how wonderful it was. Now we’re going to do it all the time.” Pausing a second, she continued, “We are going to do it all the time, aren’t we?”

“Oh, yes, MP…we… certainly… are,” I grunted, reveling in what her ass was doing to me. The pressure was incredible and when MP began moving up and down the sensations spread throughout my body. I was tingling from head to toe. MP increased her pace, leaning forward and placing my hands on her breasts. I pinched those delicious nipples and rolled them over my fingers. “Do my clit, Jeremy. I just need a little help.” I moved my right hand down between our bodies. Her button was hard and hot and her cunt was running like a river. A few gentle rubs threw her over the top. She shook over and over for almost a minute in her ecstasy. I was ready, too. I rammed my cock deep into her bowel as I lifted her more than a foot off the bed. I held her there as I came—jetting into her repeatedly until I was too exhausted to even move.

MP fell on top of me. I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silky hair. “If you do that every day you’ll probably kill me in a month,” I told her. Then you’ll be a wealthy widow.”

“I guess that means we’re getting married. Is that a proposal?”

Holding her head and looking straight into her eyes, I told her, “No, MP–this is a proposal–will you marry me?”

“Was there ever a question?”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

“Just so there’s no doubt,” she whispered, “Yes…yes…yes!” She rose and I tried to pull her back. She pushed away saying, “I need to clean you up for the morning. You do want me tomorrow morning, don’t you?” All I had to do was smile. She was back in a escort numaraları moment with a wash cloth and soap. She cleaned me carefully then tested with her tongue. She flashed the OK sign before climbing in with me. When she draped her leg over mine I could feel the wetness of her pussy. It was sublimely comforting as we drifted to sleep. I knew we’d be stuck together by morning.

Before falling asleep there was something I had to ask her. “MP, are you sure you want to move in? Aren’t you going to miss your mom and dad?”

“Jeremy, you know how much I love my mother. She’s the best, but my dad treats me like I’m eight instead of eighteen. You should have seen the fit he threw when I was over here after Mandy died. I won’t miss that one bit.”

“OK,” I replied, “I just wanted to be sure. I wouldn’t want to come between you and your family.

“Don’t worry about that—you ARE my family now.” She hugged me, laid her head on my chest, and fell asleep. I followed soon after.

Chapter 2

I woke in the early morning; my clock said 4:30. MP was tracing circles on my chest. “Jeremy,” she said in the faintest whisper, “are you awake?”

“Yes, MP, I guess I’m not used to sleeping like this, but I’m looking forward to getting used to it. What’s the matter? Why are you awake?”

“I was just thinking—Jeremy…why did you make my boobs grow?”

Patiently, I explained, “Mostly because I hated the way those girls were teasing you. You were my best friend other than Ted and Josh. I loved you even then.”

“Well, I’m glad you made them grow. If you hadn’t you wouldn’t have come over to my house to feel and suck them, and I wouldn’t have jerked you off or given you a blowjob, and then you wouldn’t have made me cum, and we wouldn’t have fucked or become a couple. So, I guess making them grow was a good decision.”

“Huh? MP, how long have you been thinking about this?”

“A long time, Jeremy, a very long time.” She stopped tracing circles and moved her hand down to my cock. I was already hard. “Oh, Jeremy,” she cooed, “I think you’re ready for me again.”

I grabbed her suddenly and rolled her over. She was pinned beneath me, my legs between hers. “You think I’m ready for you? I know I am!” I kissed her hard as I pinched her nipple. She groaned into my mouth. She reached between us to rub my cock into her slit. She was already wet and oozing pussy juice. She pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed hard, forcing myself against her cervix. “OH, YES, JEREMY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!”We moved into each other faster and harder. We were working hard for each other; sweat pooled between MP’s tits. Our moans and grunts were coming faster and faster. “OH, YES! YESSS! YESSSSS!” MP was screaming as her orgasm took over her body, shaking and shuddering beneath me. I was pumping her madly until, “UNNNGGGHHH!” My cum poured into MP until, at last, I fell in a heap onto her. I moved her leg, rolled over, kissed her, and held her tight as we, once again, fell asleep.

We woke around eight, showered together, and walked into the kitchen in our robes. Mom was there, bags under her eyes. “Don’t you two ever sleep?” she asked.

“Sorry, Mom,” I replied. “I guess we got a little carried away.”

“Oh, don’t apologize, Jeremy. When your father heard you he got so hot he gave me the best fucking I’ve had in months.” MP and I laughed.

“Mom, I asked MP to marry me. She said ’yes.’ That’s why we were celebrating.”

“I assumed that was a fait accompli. But it nice to know it’s official. What will your parents say, MP?”

“My mom will be thrilled. I don’t care what my dad thinks.” We ate breakfast as Mom and MP talked about their plans for the future. They got along much better than I could have dreamed. Mom taught MP some of the simpler spells, mostly things to do with housework, cooking, and the like. She also taught her some defense spells—just in case. They made great companions for each other, too.

We were home about a week when MP told me there was something we had to do. I took her to a florist where she bought a dozen white roses and a heavy ceramic vase. Then we went to the one place I dreaded—the cemetery. MP placed the flowers on Mandy’s grave. I couldn’t help myself—I started crying again. When MP took my hand I noticed she was crying as hard as I was. We went to visit Mandy every week and we cried every time. When her headstone was laid we planted flowers and marveled at how they bloomed even in the cold of winter.

We decided to marry as soon as we could for two reasons. The first was to allow MP to share in my magical powers. As my wife she could tap into my abilities to supplement hers. The second was because her father was acting like an ass. First, he tried to snatch MP as we were coming out of the supermarket. You already know how far that got. I was just about to freeze him when MP held her hand up telling me to stop. I could see her reciting a spell she got from Mom. She held her thumb and forefinger apart and slowly moved them together. “Don’t let them touch, MP, unless you want to kill him.” This spell was squeezing his balls and it wasn’t long before he was on the pavement rolling around in agony.

“Daddy,” MP began, “I don’t want anything to do with you any more. You’re the one who threw me out, remember? You’re the one who threw away all my clothes. If you ever try anything like this again I’ll really hurt you.” This was the only time I had ever seen MP angry—she was magnificent! She joined me in the car. When we drove away her father was still lying on the pavement.

About a week later he called the police in the middle of the night accusing me of kidnapping MP. It took us an hour to explain to the cops, with MP telling them repeatedly that there was no way she was ever going home and that as an eighteen year-old, she could live wherever she chose. The next day my dad’s attorney obtained a restraining order, keeping him at least 100 feet away from his daughter.

In mid-August we visited my grandfather. Mom teleported us and Grandpa would send us back. I wouldn’t be able to do this until I became a warlock at twenty-one. Grandpa greeted us warmly in his home just outside St. Augustine, Florida. After hugging me he turned to MP. “And you are obviously Mary Patricia. I’d recognize you anywhere.” Seeing our confusion he had us follow him into his study. He pulled a thick leather-bound volume from a shelf. It was old, the leather cracked in several places. He had a page bookmarked. When he opened it he showed us a photo. Other than the clothes I would have sworn it was MP’s twin. It was her great, great, great grandmother—Mary Patricia O’Brien. He told us what he knew about her: “She lived in a poor village owned by an English lord near Galway. He was a hard man who loved the ladies, especially young pretty ones like Mary Patricia O’Brien—yes, the same name as you. He forced her to sleep with him when she was only fourteen by threatening her family, so her powers were doomed on her eighteenth escort pornoları birthday. Of course, she became pregnant and, unfortunately, died in childbirth. That’s why none of her descendants knew she was a witch.

Remember, too, that in those days witches were burned so she couldn’t do much in her defense without exposing herself. It was a bad situation all around. Now, Mary Patricia, I know you made a promise to my grandson. Feel free to honor your promise while you are here; it’s important that you do. And, you’ll make me feel young again, too.”

That night MP climbed into bed spooning behind me. “Jeremy,” she whispered alluringly as she rubbed her hard nipples up and down my back. “Jeremy,” she continued, “I don’t want to disappoint Grandpa. I know he wants us to fuck and enjoy each other. Besides—I’m really horny tonight.”

“MP,” I said as I rolled over, “you’re horny every night.”

“Yeah, and every morning and every afternoon, too; I can’t help myself—I love you.” She leaned up and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue teased my lips; her finger teased my nipple. “Damn, MP, you know all my buttons, don’t you?”

“Of course, Jeremy, that’s my job. Now, are we going to talk all night or make love?”

“Hmmm,” I whispered back, “tough choice.” MP gave me a playful elbow to the ribs as I pulled her on top of me. She rubbed her hot slit up and down my cock, riding me to hardness. She rose up and, looking me in the eyes, pulled me into her. I slid into her heavenly cunt slowly, enjoying how her muscles were rippling up and down my cock. “Damn, MP, how do you come up with all these things to do to me?

“Didn’t I just tell you? It’s my job to take care of you.” She began a slow rocking motion, bending me within her muscular canal—creating friction that would ultimately help us both. I reached up to massage her fantastic firm breasts and leaned forward for a long kiss. When we broke it MP was really hot, “GIVE IT TO ME JEREMY! YOU KNOW I LOVE IT ROUGH. RAM IT INTO ME!” I responded by forcing my big cock deep into her, bottoming out on every thrust. I knew I was getting close so I found her clit, teasing it with the edge of my fingernail. MP gave a tremendous shudder, shouting at the top of her lungs, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, JEREMY!” She collapsed onto my chest just as I shot river after river of hot cum into her womb. I kissed her gently, rubbed her back, and put my arms around her. “Good night, darling. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” One more kiss and we were ready for sleep.

We had a great visit with Grandpa and just before we were to leave he asked MP to stand before him. He put his hand on her forehead. “Mary Patricia, I’m imbuing you with some of my powers. I have more than I can possibly use and I can see you’ll use them wisely. My grandson has made an excellent choice.”
Turning to me he continued, ”You forgot something, didn’t you, Jeremy? Mary Patricia is four generations removed from her full-witch ancestor so she didn’t have any powers other than being able to intercept partial telepathic messages. But you have been depositing your seed in her several times a day for some time and every time you do she is picking up a tiny amount of your power. However, that won’t last and, if I hadn’t given her some of mine, she would not be able to share yours when you marry. She would have nothing to build upon. Tsk, tsk, Jeremy, you should have known better.” I felt stupid, but Grandpa smiled, hugged us both and said “good-bye.” In a twinkling we were back home.

Chapter 3

Life calmed down considerably and after all the tumultuous times we’d had the peace was welcome. We decided to take the fall semester off after everything that had occurred to us. Mom and Dad thought it a smart move, too. We wed the week following Christmas shortly after MP and I had turned twenty. MP was raised in an Irish Catholic family so a church wedding was important to her. It was a small ceremony—Ted and Josh were ushers; Dad walked MP down the aisle. Her mother was an honored guest as was Grandpa. Her father wasn’t invited and we were relieved when he didn’t show up. Had he come he was going to have to deal with my mother’s wrath—not something I’d like to describe here. We lived near Greenwich, Connecticut so after the ceremony Mom and Dad treated all of us to dinner at Manero’s, a fabulous and famous steak house originally owned by pro golfer Tony Manero who had won the 1936 US Open. In addition to wonderful steaks Manero’s is reputed to have the best garlic bread ever. They claim that the best defense against their garlic bread is to have some yourself. Grandpa passed the basket to me. “Thanks, Grandpa, but I think I’ll pass.”

The entire group laughed wildly when MP said, “Um…me, too.” That was one of the few times I ever saw MP turn red with embarrassment. Everyone there knew we had been making love for years so I never did figure out what the big deal was. We flew to the Riviera Maya in Mexico for a honeymoon courtesy of Grandpa. A warlock buddy of his was the manager of a beautiful oceanfront hotel. He took great care of us. We swam and sunned, ate wonderful food, and made beautiful love over and over and over. Our wedding night MP came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy white teddy. She slinked rather than walked until she was halfway across the room. Then she dropped to the floor and slowly crawled. It was the sexiest, hottest thing I’d ever seen. I jumped from the bed, pulling her into my arms and the deepest kiss we had ever experienced. I knew absolutely nothing about lingerie so I struggled for several minutes while we kissed trying to get her out of it. Eventually, MP began giggling into my mouth. “Need help, amateur?” I groaned at her humor, but nodded. She unzipped in a second—now, why couldn’t I figure that out?

We stood together, totally naked. I opened my mouth to speak, but MP put her finger to my lips, “No talking; fuck me.” I lifted her by her thighs and gently lowered her onto my cock. MP smiled, “Now that’s what I needed.” She locked her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips pressed against mine. I drove into her, forcing her hips up and away from mine until I heard her groan—then I slowed down. MP pulled away; her eyes asked what the fuck I was doing. I knew she was desperate to cum.

“Beg me,” I whispered.

She held her thumb and forefinger, as she did with her father. “Ha, ha, that won’t work against a wizard. Go ahead, beg.” I said as I resumed sliding in and out of her pussy.

Her eyes went wide. “If you love me, you’ll make me cum,” she pouted.

“Close enough,” I told her with a smile as I, once again, rammed my cock home, battering her cervix over and over while rubbing her G-spot with the entire length of my cock.

“OH, FUCK, JEREMY, YOU’RE DOING IT. MAKE ME CUM. MAKE ME… ARRRRGGGGGH.” She sagged against me. “I do love you, Jeremy.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Mason. I’m really fond of you, too.” She grabbed my hair and shook me as we laughed hysterically.

“Put escort portalı me down and I’ll take care of you.” She did, finishing me with her mouth, swallowing everything I could give her. We fell together onto the bed, holding each other for a long time.

We stood together in the warm clear water our last day when MP fished her hand up my trunks, grabbing my cock in the process. “MP! Everyone will see. “
“Yeah? So? Wait until I begin jerking you off, then they’ll really have something to look at.”

“MP,” I whispered so as not to be overheard, “I’ve heard the jails here are really horrible.”

“OK, you’re the wizard—figure out what to do because I’m going to pull it out in about two minutes.” I thought for about ninety seconds and then, just before MP pulled my hard cock from my trunks, we went invisible. We could still see them, but they couldn’t see us.

I pulled the bottom of MP’s bikini aside and pushed my finger through the space and into her hot cunt. If she could do it to me, I could do it to her. When MP started moaning I put my hand over her mouth. “They can still hear us,” I warned her as we made our own waves and splashes in the water. MP was stroking me frenetically and I was working her pussy just as hard. MP began shaking as her orgasm began but her stroking continued unabated until my first river of cum shot out into the water. MP looked fascinated at the semen as it hung in tiny clouds in the water.

I waited for the right moment before reversing the spell. Even then a guy who was swimming near us did a double-take and asked, “Where did you come from?”
“Underwater. Didn’t you see us?” I replied. It was all MP could do not to laugh.

Mom and Dad had offered to take us on a trip as a Christmas present. We went in June after our first semester of college. I looked into MP’s eyes and knew in an instant where we wanted to go—Ireland. We found her ancestor’s village and the church cemetery where she was buried. I asked the caretaker about her grave. “Over there, apart from the others, by the stone wall,” he replied in a deep brogue. When I asked why she was alone he replied straightforward, “She was believed to be a witch.”

“Surely, you don’t believe that nonsense.”

“Oh, not me,” he assured us, but we noticed that he blessed himself quickly as he said it. “Would you consider signing the guest book or giving a donation?” MP took the book signing it “Mary Patricia O’Brien Mason” as Dad gave him a one hundred Euro bill. We saw that the grave had been neglected so we bought some garden tools and, under the scrutiny of the caretaker, cleaned it up, and planted some flowers just as we had done with Mandy. Those flowers were still thriving ten years later when I took MP back for a second visit.

Chapter 4

We had gone away to college and MP was sorrier to leave Mom than I was. We lived off campus in a small apartment a few blocks from school. For the most part the four years were uneventful, but MP did have the occasional problem with men, not that she couldn’t handle them. By now she knew more than a hundred spells. She had enough power on her own to manage most of them and she was able to tap into mine for those that required a little extra. I was studying in the library and she was in the student union when the first occurred. I could “see” the two football players approach her table. It was a simple spell; MP didn’t mind my “spying” and I felt better knowing that she was OK. Like I really had to worry–when the assholes got a bit too aggressive she recited the same spell she had used against her father. It was too funny to watch these bruisers writhe on the floor in agony. MP remembered not to touch her fingers together, but she came pretty close. I sent her a message—“Nice going, tiger. I’ll give you a special reward when we get home.”

She sent one back, “Oh, goody! I have a nice reward in mind for you, too.” After that the word got out—“leave that red-headed bitch alone!”

I turned twenty-one my sophomore year and, because I had demonstrated mastery over more than five hundred spells, was elevated to warlock—my powers tripled! After graduation I attended a prestigious law school and in my last year MP rewarded me by telling me she was pregnant. I obtained a position with a firm that specialized in civil law. My first big case was against the asbestos industry. I was just about to open our case when I asked the judge for a continuance. I got it when I told him my wife was about to give birth. MP had twins—a wizard and a witch—both with flaming red hair. We named them Patrick and Patricia.

I’ve been sitting here at my desk reminiscing about the past. It’s a luxury I’ve rarely enjoyed. But today is special. Today’s my last day—I’m retiring as soon as Mary Patricia (yes, I stopped using that silly nickname years ago) arrives to take me to lunch and then we’ll drive to our summer home in Bar Harbor, Maine where she’s planning to fuck me silly. Some days I can’t remember what I had for breakfast, but I can see these events as bright as day even though they began more than fifty years ago. I’m now senior partner at one of the country’s most powerful law firms. I made a fortune taking on big oil, tobacco, and the pharmaceutical industries. CNN once described my courtroom performance as “magical” because of my ability to anticipate my opponent’s every move. Remember—I told you I always used my magic for good.

MP had promised me sex three times every day. When she did I thought she’d tire or that stresses would slow her down. But that never happened. There were times—when I was working seventy hours a week as a young attorney or if I was in a tough case—when it was cut to two—maybe a blowjob in the morning and some hot sex when I staggered home exhausted. Then she’d do all the work. Other than that it’s been three-a-day, more than a thousand a year. I figure that wonderful woman has given me more than 40,000 orgasms and I’ve tried to reciprocate every time. She’s given me so much more than just sex. She is exactly as I described her to her mom so many years ago—the most loving, caring, most unselfish person in the world. No wonder I love her so much.

Our son, Patrick, is a congressman from Connecticut; our daughter Patricia, a cardiologist in Pittsburgh. We have four grandchildren—three wizards and a witch. Mary Patricia hasn’t changed much over fifty years. She still has that beautiful red hair and in all that time she has gained only ten pounds making her breasts, ass, and tummy just a tiny bit larger, but just as inviting. We ran into Mandy’s brother Steven when we visited Mandy’s grave about twenty-five years ago. I thought his wife looked a bit familiar. She was—it was Alicia Young. Steven had never met a witch so he was given permission to marry an ordinary woman. She told me, ‘Daddy was all set to move when he suddenly changed his mind; he never did that before! So Steven and I…well, I did tell you I gave great blowjobs.” We all had a good laugh as Steven gave me a knowing wink.

Mary Patricia still has my locket. She has, true to her word, never taken it off. When asked about it she always says the same thing, “Jeremy gave it to me when we were very young. It holds his heart; I always keep it close to mine.”

Overall, it’s been a wonderful life. Yes…giving Mary Patricia boobs was a marvelous decision—the best of my life.

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Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Three: Cheerleader Slave’s Naughty Idea

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Aurora Pritchard

I trembled in my Master’s arms as I stared at the frozen stream of water pouring out of the bathroom’s faucet and splashing into the porcelain basin. It wasn’t cold frozen, but somehow rendered immobile. I could see the droplets of water floating in the air like they were stuck there. I wiggled my naked form against my Master’s equally nude body, his cock rubbing on my rump. His cum still dribbled out of me from the amazing fuck he gave me.

The best fuck ever.

All the joy, the amazing bliss buzzing through my body from my orgasm and from the satisfaction of serving him, vanished. Swallowed by the shock. This was impossible. Water couldn’t freeze like this. It was like… time had stopped.

But… but… that couldn’t happen!

“M-master,” I whimpered, throwing a look behind me. My blonde ponytail swayed over my left shoulder they stared at the shocked expression on my Master’s face. Justin’s dark eyes were wide, his mouth gaping. He squeeze me tight as his eyes flicked down to stare at me.

“Did you feel it?” he asked. “Did you do this?”

“Do what, Master?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Freeze the water?”

“Stop time,” he said.

He thought the same thing I did. He believed that the impossible had happened. I could see it in his sincere eyes. He stared at me, such pleading in his eyes, hoping that I had done this. I wish I had just to fulfill his need.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, twisting around in his embrace to face him. My naked breasts pressed against his chest. I quivered, such fear trembling through my nineteen-year-old body. “I didn’t do this.”

“No, no, you didn’t say stop,” he muttered. “You weren’t even thinking about stopping time but uploading the pic you took. And neither was I. I’m not ready to stop time, anyways.”

My brow furrowed. What was he talking about? It was like… he thought he could stop time.

“I feel like it came from somewhere else,” he said, looking over his shoulder to the bathroom door where…

“President Brooks!” I gasped. The head of our college was just outside. When time froze, he was pounding on the door, demanding to know what we were doing in here. He had read on social media that we were in here. I had taken my Master into the school’s bathroom in the middle of the lunch period to prove to the student body, and to my Master, that I was his slut.

I wanted everyone to know. I just didn’t think that the college’s administration would find out.

But only silence came from there. All the shouts and cheers of our classmates, the lewd shouts the boys made, along with President Brooks’s angry demands were silent. I couldn’t hear anything but Justin and me. Time was truly frozen.

“M-master, what is going on?” I stammered, my mind reeling.

“Someone paused time. I don’t know why you’re not frozen. You weren’t immune when I did earlier.”

“You stopped time earlier, Master?”

His head snapped around to stare at me. His brow furrowed. I saw hesitation glimmer in his eyes and concern tightening handsome face. He ran a hand through his mused, black hair. He really need to get a better hair cut.

I don’t know what I thought popped into my head right now. But… it was easier focusing on how to make him into a handsome guy than to contemplate that time had stopped.

Time!

“Yeah, I stopped time earlier today. Just after 8 am, at the start of my second class, I was in the locker room. Your asshole boyfriend and two of his friends jumped me. Chris was about to punch me in the face when I…” He shrugged. “When I stopped time right before his fist slammed into my face.”

I gasped, quivering against him. I hugged him tight, pressing my tits into his chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Master. That was all my fault. I was such a cunt. I didn’t want to admit that I had such strong feelings for you.” Tears stung my eyes. “Please, please, forgive me, Master.”

Justin smiled. “Well, it worked out, didn’t it?” He arched his eyebrows. “I mean, I didn’t get punched in the face, and instead I set up your asshole boyfriend—”

“Ex-boyfriend,” I snarled. “I’m yours, Master.”

Justin’s smile grew. “That’s right. I claimed you. While time was stop, I set up Chris and his friends into having a little gay orgy. Everyone in school is mocking them now.”

A satisfied giggle burst from my lips. “Good.” I never really liked like Chris. He was hot. And he was the college’s quarterback, the perfect guy for me to date. It was all about status.”

God, what a shallow cunt I was. Hearing me say it aloud made me realize just how… pathetic I was.

“After that, I…” He stared down at me. “Did anything strange happen to you at the start of your math class?”

A big smile crossed my lips. “The orgasm…” I said with such breathy enthusiasm. “It came on me so fast and out of nowhere then was over in a heartbeat. But it was so intense. Like several minutes worth of rapture burst through me in a single second. And that’s when I knew that I belong to you. That you had the cock that would make me cum harder than anyone else’s.”

He licked his lips, staring at me almost like he was weighing me, considering me. After a moment, he said, “I fucked you while you were frozen in time. I made you cum hard while whispering in your ear that you were my slut. That you craved my dick more than any other.”

My eyes widened. “Are you saying, Master, that you hypnotized me into being your sex slave?”

“I just said slut; sex slave was all you,” he said.

“Mmm, I guess it was,” I said, a strange, ripple of compassion shooting through me. “You mind-controlled me. Oh, my God, that’s so hot. You made me into your slut? Your sex slave! “

The look of shock on his face was priceless. He didn’t think I’d be thrilled by it. Maybe it was the fact he hypnotized me and I had no choice but to want to serve him, but joy burst in me. I threw my arms around his neck and planted a hot kiss on the man I love. Because he brain-washed me into loving him.

This was so hot. So wonderful.

Besides the BDSM stories I loved to read, I also devoured mind control stories. Any sort of erotica where a girl has all the control taking away from her, where she was forced to be a slut and do all the naughty things she always wanted to but was too afraid to do, I read. Those stories made me wet.

Now that girl was me. I got to live out my fantasies because of Justin Sampson. I was such a lucky slut.

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Justin Sampson

Someone else must have stopped time. But who? How did this work? Was I immune to it because I could stop time? What about Aurora? Clearly, she wasn’t immune earlier. Was it because I was holding her this time? I tightened my arms around Aurora, feeling her round breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples two hard points. My dick was so erect, aching against her soft stomach.

Did my touch grant immunity to someone else? Or could I control it?

I struggle to remember that exact moment when the freezing time slid over me, to see if I did anything to… protect Aurora from it. But I was distracted by… by President Brooks pounding on the door. I groaned and pulled away from Aurora’s naked embrace. I stared at the bathroom door; the bony school administrator just on the other side. That asshole already hated me. Now he suspected me of hacking into the college’s system and changing the grades of me and my friend, Eddie. It was the reason Eddie’s parents pulled him out of school and sent him to another, embarrassed that he might’ve done something so shady.

My parents didn’t care, especially not my abusive dad.

“Oh, drat,” Aurora said behind me. “I was going to send Chris a breakup text, but I got no signal.” She giggled. “Having a blonde moment. Of course there’s no signal. Time has stopped.”

“Yeah,” I said while studying the door. “We need to do something about President Brooks. Or we’re going to be in trouble.”

“You said that you set up my ex-boyfriend, right?” she said. “Well, let’s see what we can do to get out of this situation.”

“Last time I controlled how long time was stop,” I muttered. “I don’t know how long this period will last. Someone else did this.”

“Well, we should prioritize. One problem at a time, Master.”

I liked it when she called me Master. “Yeah, you’re right. We better get dressed. Just in case.” I glanced at Aurora’s naked body. The blonde cheerleader had such a perky, lithe form. Her legs toned and tanned, her tits perky and round. She had a blonde landing strip that led down to her cum-stained pussy. My jizz still leaked out of her, dribbling down her thighs. It made her look like such a slut. My slut. “Though it is a shame you have to cover-up that fine body.”

She beamed at me.

She was a strange one. I had no idea how fucked up she was. I didn’t know popular girls had kinky fantasies or went on porn sites. I mean, I knew she was a bit of an exhibitionist slut, always posting pictures of herself in her lingerie on Instagram, putting her nearly nude body out on the Internet for all the horny guys at our college to see and then to shower her with praise.

All this time, it turned out she was looking for a strong man to seize her and take control of her. Damn.

We dressed quickly, me in my jeans and t-shirt, Aurora in her skirt and blouse. I sighed when her thong slid up her thighs and covered her delicious pussy. I’d enjoyed that hole twice. I needed to try out her ass next. She was my slut, my slave, and I knew she’d let me fuck any of her holes. I pulled on my boxers, jeans, and my t-shirt. Dressed, I opened the door.

President Brooks stood before the bathroom door, his fist descending to rap it once again, his bony, fleshless face mottled with anger. He had such a thin body, his dress shirt hung from a skeletal frame, age wasting away all his flesh. Beyond him, the growing crowd of students who were cheering us on were now melting away, wanting to get clear before they were caught up in the school administrator’s punishment. He was here to stop what was escort haberleri going on. It violated the college’s rules. Aurora and I would be in so much trouble if we were caught.

So we couldn’t get caught.

“We should set someone else up,” Aurora said, a considering look in her green eyes. “I mean, if President Brooks doesn’t catch someone in there, he’s going to come looking for us. He knows something happened in there.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. There were plenty of students at the college who were asshole to me. Almost everyone liked to pile on and tease me, whether to my face or when commenting on the social media posts that Aurora and her bitch-friends would make. “Who?”

Aurora’s eyes landed on a redhead backing away. It was Cassandra, one of the girls in my gym class. “Her,” Aurora said, her face growing hard. “You should have seen what she posted about you during PE. She said you had a disgusting hardon, and that you were staring at her ass the entire time like a skeezy perv.”

Well, that was partly true. Cassandra did have a nice ass, and she had been stretching right before me.

“And there’s her boyfriend,” Aurora said, pointing at José, another person from my gym class. “They could be the ones fucking in there instead of us.”

I considered Aurora’s suggestion. José was one of the guys who would join in on any sort of bullying. Often it was me he was picking on with the the others. He never lead it, but he always willing to follow. When everyone started dumping on Chris and his friends after they were caught in their “gay” orgy this morning, José was right there to join in the mocking.

“Sure,” I said. “But we better hurry, I don’t know how long this paused time will last.”

“How long did it last for you?” Aurora asked as we move towards Cassandra and José, slipping past President Brooks’s immobile form.

“Couple hours,” I said. “But I could have restarted time at any point. In fact, I did restart it. For all I know, it would have stayed frozen forever unless I thought about it.”

“Ah, gotcha, Master,” Aurora said. Her brow furrowed. “But we can move them, right?”

“With some manhandling,” I told her. “It won’t be easy, but we can drag them in there pose them.”

“Okay, I’ll take Cassandra,” she said, wrapping her arms around the redhead’s waist.

“You sure you can handle her on your own?” I asked.

“I’m a cheerleader,” she said. Then she grunted as she dragged Cassandra’s form backward. A strained flush crossed my sex slave’s face. “I… got her.”

Aurora look cute as she struggled to drag Cassandra. My sex slave’s toned thighs flexed as her cheerleading sneakers provided her traction on the cafeteria’s smooth floor. I could just stroke those thighs and…

I shook my head, remembering that time was short.

I marched up to José and seized the Hispanic guy from behind, holding him by the underarms, my hands clasped before his chest. Grunting, I dragged him backwards, feeling his weight. While he wasn’t as heavy as Chris and his friends—he lacked the solid muscles playing for our college’s football team, wrestling team, and basketball team granted—but he wasn’t as scrawny as I was.

We worked them past the other frozen students, many of them immobilized in impossible-to-hold poses. Many students were in the process of taking steps, some of them even appearing to be running, both feet off the ground, leaving them suspended. Small objects were frozen in the air, including droplets of spittle hanging before one guy’s mouth.

This power was incredible. I could do so much of it. How long until my energy refilled? It had been a couple hours since PE, and I felt maybe a quarter full. There was no way I was getting another chance stop time today at school. So I should make the most of this opportunity.

We dragged Cassandra and José into the restroom, just squeezing them past the administrator. Both Aurora and me were gasping when we finished. Sweat dripped down Aurora’s flushed face as she manhandled Cassandra to the sink. There, my sex slave shifted Cassandra around, re-positioning the redhead like she was a life-sized action figure.

A naughty action figure.

My dick twitched. The bent over pose thrust Cassandra’s cute rump, clad in a tight pair of skinny jeans, at me. She had a purple thong peeking out the back, the whale tail disappearing down beneath her jeans. It was such a dick-hardening vista. Working fast, Aurora unzipped Cassandra’s pants dragged them down her pale thighs.

I groaned at the sight of that purple thong vanishing between Cassandra’s perky butt-cheeks. “God, I love thongs, Aurora.”

Aurora giggled as she glanced at me. She then smacked Cassandra’s right butt-cheek, leaving an imprint frozen by time in the girl’s rump. The start of a red flush crept across the indented skin, the beginning of a stinging flush. The rules of this power were so strange.

“Wow, that’s cool,” Aurora said. She smacked Cassandra’s other butt-cheek, leaving a similar imprint in the girl’s rippling flesh, a slow blush growing in the center.

My dick grew even harder, tenting the front of my jeans.

“You know, Master,” Aurora said as she tugged down Cassandra’s thong, revealing the redhead’s shaved cunt. The girl had a tight slit with just a little hint of her inner pussy lips peeking out. “If you’re getting hard, maybe you should just fuck Cassandra.” Aurora spread open Cassandra’s outer labia, exposing more the redhead’s inner folds. “Just slide that cock into her and fuck her. She’ll never know. You can cuckold José and get back at both of them for the mean things they said about you.”

“Goddamn, I think I love you, Aurora,” I groaned without thought. My hands shot down to the fastener of my jeans. It snapped open. My zipper rasped as I yanked open my fly. I didn’t care that time might resume at any moment.

All I cared about was sliding into that pink pussy spread open by my sex slave’s dainty fingers.

In seconds, my cock thrust out from above my boxers’ waistband, my jeans sliding down my thighs in a rustle of denim. Aurora grasped my cock and pulled me towards Cassandra’s pussy. I groaned as my sex slave rubbed my dick up and down the redhead’s twat. Cassandra’s snatch grew juicy against my tip. The stroking touch of my cock aroused the time-frozen girl.

Aurora giggled. “She’s getting wet for your cock, Master.”

“Well, can you blame her?” I asked my sex slave.

“Nope,” she said and, without a trace of irony, added, “because your cock is the best, Master. Now fuck the little slut!”

I thrust into Cassandra’s pussy. Her tight, silky sheath engulfed my dick. Her juices were already flowing, somehow lubricating her cunt for my dick despite the frozen time. My crotch smacked into her rump, that naughty sound echoing through the bathroom. Her butt-cheeks rippled for moment, wiping out the imprints left by Aurora’s hand before the pump flesh froze again.

I loved that.

I groaned as I drew back my cock through Cassandra’s silky sheath. I swear her pussy clenched down on my dick for a moment, almost like she didn’t want me pulling out of her. Then I rammed in again, my balls smacking into her clit. I couldn’t believe it the pleasure that shot down my shaft.

Only hours ago, I was a virgin, and now I was enjoying my second cunt ever.

“Oh, God, that’s so hot, Master” Aurora moaned. “José’s right here. He has no idea that you’re cuckolding him, or that you’re fucking his slut-girlfriend. She’s going to cum on your cock, Master. When time resumes, she’ll know that she had an amazing orgasm.”

“Yes,” I growled, thrusting as hard as I could. I threw a look over my shoulder at the paused José. I grinned at the cocky asshole. The Hispanic guy would never know that I enjoyed his girlfriend’s twat. That I pumped her full of my cum.

Pleasure spilled down my cock, warming my balls as they slapped over and over into her shaved pussy lips. Her snatch grew hotter and juicier. Cassandra grew more and more aroused. Her body reacted to my dick fucking into her cunt hard. It was amazing. I drove into her so hard, reveling in using her cunt.

Then I gasped as Aurora’s nuzzled her face into the redhead’s pussy. My sex slave fluttered her tongue around my thrusting dick, caressing Cassandra’s pussy lips and my cream-coated cock.

“Goddamn, you are the best sex slave ever,” I groaned.

“Thank you, Master,” moaned my sex slave. “It’s just so hot watching your dick plunging into her pussy. You are using her. She has no idea. This is so hot. You’re cuckolding her boyfriend and going to make her cum so hard on your dick.”

I groaned as her tongue brushed my shaft again. Aurora whimpered as she licked and nuzzled around Cassandra’s pussy lips. I picture that pink tongue caressing the redhead’s folds, brushing Cassandra’s clit. Just giving her so much pleasure. I knew Aurora loved it. Just imagining it made me so hard. Made me thrust with all my might into the slut’s pussy.

My balls tightened. This was so exciting. I glanced back at José, grinning at him as I used his girlfriend’s cunt for my own pleasure. I rammed into her depths, loving this moment.

“Damn, your girlfriend has one hot cunt. She ever let you fuck her bareback?” I grinned at him. “She lets me.”

Aurora moaned against where my flesh joined with Cassandra’s, her tongue dancing.

I nuzzled up to Cassandra’s ear, my hands squeezing her tits through her blouse and bra. I nipped her earlobe and then moaned, “You’ll let me, Justin Sampson, fuck you bareback whenever I want. It’s your secret desire. If I come up to you and say, ‘Let me fuck that cunt,’ you’ll give up your pussy.”

“She will,” groaned Aurora. Her tongue fluttered against my thrust shaft again. “Hypnotize her, Master. Mind control her!”

I shuddered, thrusting hard into Cassandra’s cunt. I squeezed her tits, feeling her hard nipples through her bra and blouse. Ideas spilled through me. I settle on one that made my dick throbs so hard in her tight cunt. “You’re José’s devoted sex slave. You are his girlfriend and his slut and his whore. You’ll do anything for him because you love him escort hikayeleri with all your heart. Besides me, he’s the only guy you want. You’ll never cheat on him. Never be unfaithful to him. The only other guy you’ll ever fuck is me. You’ll be unable to help yourself from surrendering your pussy to me. But other than that, you’re his.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned my sex slave. “That’s so beautiful, Master. She’s going to be just like me now!”

“Cassandra, you’ll tell everyone how you’re José’s slave. That you love sucking his cock and taking his dick up your ass. You’ll never deny him. You will always be ready to fuck him.”

Cassandra’s nineteen-your-old cunt spasmed about my dick. It was like saying those words had reached into her mind and triggered something inside of her time-frozen subconscious. She came hard on my plunging cock.

It was incredible to feel Cassandra’s pussy convulsing about my dick. Her hot, silky flesh writhed about my shaft, celebrating my cock plunging into her cunt. When time flowed again, she would scream her head off in orgasmic delight. Only Aurora and I would ever know that it was me who gave her such rapture.

That thought tightened my balls.

“Oh, my God, Master,” gasped Aurora. “She’s cumming! Juices are flowing out of her!” Her tongue fluttered around my cock while I plunged it into Cassandra’s spasming cunt. “She tastes so good? I love tasting pussy! I’ve never had hers, but I always wanted to eat her out. Ooh, she is yummy!”

Hearing Aurora’s bisexual passion, mixing with the delight of plunging my dick over and over into Cassandra’s pussy, swelled the pressure in my balls. I rammed into Cassandra’s orgasming snatch and threw a look over my shoulder at José.

I grinned at him as I unleashed my cum into his girlfriend’s depths.

I grunted with each blast of my jizz spurting into Cassandra’s hungry pussy. The time-frozen slut welcomed it. Her twat spasmed so hard about my dick, massaging my cock. Her flesh milked my jizz out of my balls.

Rapture shot through me. I savored this moment as I unleashed my spunk into another unaware girl’s pussy. My balls empty their jizz into her as the euphoria swept through my body. I gripped Cassandra’s hips as my orgasm peaked.

“Damn,” I groaned as I fired the last blast of my cum into her. “Cassandra, that’s the joy you get when I erupt in you.”

“Yes,” hissed Aurora between the flutters of her tongue.

I ripped my dick out of Cassandra’s pussy, my denim jeans rustling about my thighs. I took it step or two back and witnessed Aurora burying her face into Cassandra’s well-fucked cunt. My sex slave’s mouth moved as she clearly worked her tongue deep inside the redhead’s twat.

“Don’t lick all of my seed out of her,” I panted. “I want her to have a pussy full of my cum when José slides into her. He’ll enjoy my sloppy seconds without even knowing it.”

Aurora ripped her face away from the redhead’s cunt. Her head snapped around, her blonde ponytail swishing behind her. She stared up at me, her face smeared with pussy cream and some of my pearly jizz.

“Yes, Master!” She bounced to her feet. “Let’s get José into position. I’ll get his cock hard so I…” Her voice trailed off.

I nodded my head, saying, “You can touch his cock for this. But only for this.”

She nodded her head. “I promise not to enjoy it.”

I smiled at her.

We moved José into position, Aurora stroking him until his dick was hard. She lined him up at Cassandra’s pussy, the redhead’s hole still gaping open from my dick, and slid him inside Cassandra. I grinned as José entered his girlfriend’s sloppy depths.

God, it was so satisfying cuckolding a guy when he had no idea.

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Aurora Pritchard

I was giggling as we rigged the bathroom door so that it would burst open when President Brooks slammed his fist down on it again. My pussy was so wet. I could still taste Cassandra’s tangy cunt on my lips. It was so yummy. I loved eating pussy, and wanted to devour more. My master deserve to have other girls serve him as sex slaves.

Girls like my bitchy friends. I rubbed my sweaty hands on my shirt, glancing at master as we slipped into the crowd of retreating students. “Time is still frozen. Should we mess with someone else, Master?”

He gave me a huge grin. “Oh, yes, we should.” His eyes flicked around the cafeteria then stopped. “Well, well, well. Look who is over there.”

I followed his gaze to my friend, Paris. She stood frozen, her wavy-brown hair dancing about her face, several strands almost wrapped about her head like she was turning when everything stopped. Even immobilize, she looked elegant and sophisticated, dressed in her Zac Posen dress, her Gucci purse half-hanging off her shoulder.

I licked my lips then said, “Yes, yes we should absolutely mess with—”

The world lurched into motion.

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Justin Sampson

The energy slamming into the time stream rippled past me. I felt it emanating from somewhere close. It had to be another student. Someone in our college. Then shouts slammed into my ears. I’d grown used to the mostly silence. But now all the sounds of the students retreating from the angry school administrator assaulted my ears. A loud bang resounded, a fist crashing into a door.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Cassandra screamed in orgasmic rapture, experiencing the pleasure I gave her.

“¡Por Dios!” José cried out in shock and awe. To him, his cock was suddenly buried in Cassandra’s sloppy, convulsing snatch.

“Oh, my God, yes! Master!” Cassandra howled. “I don’t know how I’m cumming so hard, Master! But I am!”

“M-Master,” spluttered President Brooks. “What are you two deviants doing? José, get away from her right now and pull up those damn pants.”

“What the fuck is going on?” José gasped.

Aurora giggled beside me. I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight. We didn’t get to play with Paris, but seeing the results of our changes was amusing. Cassandra still whimpered, coming down from her orgasmic high. She was José’s sex slave now. It would make up for getting her into trouble. Plus, I did fuck her bareback. Maybe she’d conceive my child. José would then have a pregnant slave, never knowing that I’d cuckolded him.

I smiled; Aurora and I would know.

“God, I am so hard right now,” I groaned.

Aurora patted my crotch, squeezing my dick through my jeans. “I’ll please you right here and now, Master,” she moaned. “If that’s what you want. I don’t care how much trouble we’ll get into.”

I shook my head as President Brooks marched José and Cassandra out of the bathroom, both students looking dazed, José stunned while Cassandra had a dreamy smile on her lips, her freckled cheeks flushed as red as her hair. I grinned, savoring how much pleasure I gave the girl. Her eyes fell on me. For moment, her smile grew naughty like she somehow knew that I was responsible for her bliss. Or maybe she was just remembering my command that I was the only other guy that she craved besides her master.

And then the bony administrator yanked them out of the cafeteria. I smiled as the entire room erupted into conversation. This would be a day to remember at Glassner College.

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Aurora Pritchard

The fun I had with Master during lunch carried me on the tide of buzzing joy for the rest of my school day. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of Justin’s cock sliding in and out of Cassandra’s pussy. I wanted to see his dick plunder more cunts. My friends’ cunts.

Anger flared through me. Paris and Petra were being such bitches to me today. They were supposed to be my best friends, and all they were doing was posting shit about Justin on social media while trying to pretend that their boyfriend, Lance and Steve, weren’t caught having a gay threesome with my ex-boyfriend, Chris. Of course, I knew the truth. They were caught not because they wanted to fuck each other, but because my Master got revenge on them.

Justin was such a stud.

I waited out front of the college like my Master ordered. Paris and Petra were with me, shaking their heads as they tried one last time to convince me that I was an idiot.

I give them both such angry glares, my eyes flicking from Petra’s Hispanic features to Paris’s immaculate face. “Justin is amazing!” I said, stamping my foot. “He is my Master. And you are all sluts if you don’t get it. But I’ll make sure you understand.”

Petra sneered at me. “What’s that supposed to mean, puta?” She arched an eyebrow. “Ha, you think you’re going to force us or something?”

“It doesn’t matter how many posts you make on social media declaring how that disgusting pervert has a better cock than any other guy, you’ll never convince us it’s true!” snarled Paris.

“Oh, my Master will do plenty of convincing.” I gave them both grins. “You’ll see. Just accept it. Things have changed. Our ex-boyfriends—”

“Chris may be your ex-boyfriend, but I’m still dating Lance!” Paris hissed.

Petra nodded her head, her hair dancing around her shoulders. “Those rumors are not true. Our boyfriends are not gay!” Then she muttered something in rapid Spanish. I caught the word for faggot in there.

“Really, what does this look like?” I flipped my phone around and showed them a still frame I pulled off of Justin’s video he took when he unfroze time. There was Chris in between Steve and Lance, the Black guy on his knees before Chris, sucking on his dick. Steve hugged Chris from behind. It looked like Steve’s cock was buried in my ex’s asshole. “I know how much you love looking a gay porn, Paris. I’m sure this will get you off. Just imagine that Black stud of yours sucking Chris’s dick.”

Paris hissed like a cat, whirled, and stalked off. Her slender ass swayed in her designer dress, the flared skirt swaying. Petra shook her head, giving me such a look of disgust, and then hurried after Paris. I didn’t mind. They could be angry at me.

The next time Master stopped time, he would mind-control them. Then they would understand the way I did. Then they would be happy.

We escort ilanları would be friends again.

“There’s my favorite sex slave,” Master said.

The rumbling of Justin’s baritone sent a shudder through my body. My pussy clenched while a wave of heat washed out of me. I whirled around to face him, a big smile spreading across my lips. Squealing, I threw myself at him and kissed him with all my passion. Students whooped and hollered around us. They called Justin a stud. I know he loved the praise. I was so happy to help prove my Master’s masculine prowess.

Maybe he would even fuck me right here, right now. That would be so hot.

I clung to my master as we walked away from our college, my pussy getting hotter and hotter. I couldn’t wait until we got to my house. There would be no one around. I would do such naughty things to him. I squirmed against him, rubbing my hip into his. His hand tightened on my shoulder, holding me tight.

Proving that he owned me.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, “I am so hard.”

“I know,” I whimpered. “My pussy is drenching my thong. Ooh, I can’t wait until we get to my house. My bedroom. I want to do so many naughty things.”

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass,” he growled.

“I’ve never done that,” I said, my asshole puckering. “Chris always wanted to. I guess he’s always been into anal.” I giggled, picturing Chris taking it up the ass from Steve. I wondered if that’s what was happening right now. None of the three had been seen since they fled the locker room. If Justin’s powers hypnotize me into being his slut, and he told my boyfriend and his friends that they were gay…

“Oh, my God, I just need to be fuck by you,” I moaned. “Master, I just needed it so bad. I can’t wait until we get to my house.”

He let out a throaty groan. “How far away do you live?”

“About ten minutes,” I said. I always walked to college to look like I cared about saving the environment and cutting down on my carbon footprint. Right now I wish I’d driven my parent’s car. We’d already be at my house by now.

“Fuck,” Justin moaned. He glanced out a large tree growing on the edge of the park we passed. “God, I almost want to take you behind that tree and fuck you. It’s pretty wide. Might hide us.”

“Let’s do it,” I breathed. “That would make you happy. And you can do it. You can do anything to me. That’s what your mind control did to me.”

“I fucked you up, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned and nodded my head. “You just took away all the fear being judged that held me back from all those desires I have in me. I’ve masturbated to being fucked in public. I’ve fantasized about my Master just using my body wherever he wants.”

“Fuck it,” he said. “I’m too hard to care now. It sounds so hot to sodomize your ass right here in the park. And it’s kinda hidden. Those bushes behind the tree will keep anyone from seeing us from that direction.”

I nodded my head.

In moments, we were behind the tree and Justin was reaching beneath my skirt. He ripped my thong down my thighs. I hugged the tree trunk, the bark rough on my arms. I could feel the texture through my blouse, rubbing on my sensitive nipples. My asshole clenched when I heard the rustling of his jeans, the pop of his fastener coming undone, and the rasp of a zipper sliding down.

“Master,” I sighed as his dick nuzzled into my right butt-cheek.

I trembled as he dragged his cock down my asscheek to between my thighs. I frowned as he rubbed the tip of his dick into my messy cunt, still stained with the cum he fired into me during lunch. I thought he wanted to fuck my asshole? He swirled his dick around my shaved pussy lips, nudging my clit, stroking my labia. Pleasure fluttered through me. I whimpered, my excitement swelling. Then he brought his cock to my asshole. He pressed it right against my virgin sphincter.

His dick was wet. My eyes widened. He lubed himself with our sexual fluids. He was such a smart, kinky guy. Such a loving Master. My heart trembled. I was so lucky that he chose me. That he made me into his slut. His sex slave! Out of all the girls at our college, it was me he fucked the first time he froze time. Not Paris. Not Petra or Cassandra. Not Shelley or Melissa or Rebecca or Veronica or Deborah or Britney or any of the other cunts I was friends with.

“Me! Master!” I shouted as she thrust forward.

My virgin asshole spread about his dick. He pressed forward with such force my little anal ring couldn’t keep him out. I groaned as his shaft penetrated into my bowels. A strange, velvety heat burned into the depths of my rectum as he plunged deeper and deeper.

His shaft filled up my asshole. My toes curled in my shoes. My body shuddered against the tree. The bark rasped against the front of my blouse, staining it. Ruining it. I didn’t care. Not with his dick filling up my bowels. His curly pubic hair kissed my rump. I took him all.

I gave him my anal cherry.

“Damn, slut,” he groaned as he savored breaking in my asshole. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot. Feels different from your cunt.”

“Do you like it?” I asked, my voice tremulous.

“Fuck yeah I do!”

Master drew back his dick. I clenched my bowels down around him, drinking in the velvety friction of his thrusts. He slammed and hard, his crotch smacking into my rump. His balls thwacked into my taint. I groaned. His weight pressed tight against the tree as he plundered my asshole again and again. He fuck me hard. Mercilessly.

He didn’t care about my pleasure. He just cared about satiating his own dick. About making himself cum. I whimpered, loving this. I needed him to erupt into my bowels. He had to spill his jizz into me.

My orgasm swelled so fast in my cunt.

“Use me, Master!” I moaned, my voice tight. “Just use my asshole. Dump your jizz into me Master.

“I will dump so much jizz into your hot, little asshole, whore,” he growled into my ear as his crotch spanked my rump with every thrust. “My cum is going to drip out of your asshole on the entire walk back to your house.”

“Yes!” I screamed.

Then came.

Rapture rushed through my body. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled the way my asshole was. My bowels writhed around my Master’s cock. I hugged the tree so tight, my nipples feeling the rough bark as I shuddered against it. I screamed out my ecstasy for the world to hear.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “I love your cock, Master! It is the best!”

It was. I never came so hard with any other guy. Especially not Chris. The bliss washed through me over and over again as my pussy juices and Justin’s cum spilled down my thighs. He kept ramming his dick into me. His balls smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my rump. His dick kept the velvety rapture burning in my asshole as he buried into my bowels over and over.

“You’re such a slut, Aurora!” he growled. “I love it. Love you!”

I came harder.

My mind melted in ecstasy.

“Master!” I screamed. “Come in me, Master!”

With a growl, he buried deep into me. He spurted into my anal sheath. His hot cum flooded my rectum. My spasming bowels milked his dick, eager for every drop of his passion. I pleased him with my asshole. I had surrendered my entire body to them. He groaned into my ear, his weight pinning me against the tree as the final blast of his jizz spurted into me.

“Goddamn, you’re the best whore in the world. The best fucking sex slave.”

His words almost made me swoon. Another rush of pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and groaned as I savored him filling up my asshole. His cum sloshed around inside of me as I wiggled and squirmed. Then, with a groan, he slid his dick out of me. It was so achingly slow, letting me feel every inch of him withdrawing out of my bowels. He plopped out of me, leaving my rectum feeling so empty. His seed trickle out of me as I whirled around to kneel before him.

He gaped at me as I fell to my knees, seized his dick, and swallowed his filthy cock with my hungry mouth. I sucked on his shaft, cleaning my dirty ass off his dick. I savored the sour flavor of my asshole, my tongue dancing around his shaft. I polished his dick. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped every bit of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned as he stared down at me. “Really? You’ll even do this?”

I nodded my head and moaned about his dick as I kept sucking. My tongue buffing his cock clean, savoring that sour, naughty taste. He had to know I would do anything for him. He changed me. He set me free.

I would love him the rest of my life.

I would do every degrading thing for him. I shoved my hand down between my thighs, stroking my cum-soaked pussy, more jizz leaking out of my well-fucked asshole. I jammed three fingers into my depths, stirring myself up while I bobbed my head. I slid my lips up and down on his shaft. I polished his dick. I loved my master.

The pleasure rippling out of my pussy was my reward for pleasing him.

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Justin Sampson

My parents argued downstairs. My father was drunk again; big surprise. I sighed as I sat on my bed, reading the latest Berserk manga. I tried to ignore them. I was such a coward. I was nineteen, a man, and yet I couldn’t stand up to the belligerent asshole. I just cowered in my room wishing I was back at Aurora’s.

I did so much filthy things to her in her bedroom this afternoon. I fucked her in all her holes. She swallowed my cum over and over. The last time I jizzed on her tits and told her she had to fall asleep that way, my spunk drying on them. She was so eager for it, my submissive, blonde goddess. I unleashed something inside of her. I changed her. Made her happy. I wanted to do more to the world.

To help my mother out.

I winced at the shattering dishes. My father roared, “How fucking dumb are you, Bethany?”

I didn’t hear Mom’s response, but I imagined her cringing before him. I ground my teeth, staring at the page before me. I was trying to lose myself in Miura’s work. To escape. But I couldn’t. I had to do something.

And then it happen. I blinked as I felt something… completed inside of me. I sat up, glancing at the clock. It read 8:01 PM. I blinked, realizing it had been twelve hours since the locker room.

Twelve hours since the last time I could stop time. I smiled as my mother shrieked in fear and my father bellowed in drunken rage. I gathered my will. Shouted.

“STOP!”

To be continued…

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The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 12: Wanton Sin
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Jezebel groaned in delight as her enemy, her hated foe, pleasured her cunt. The demon gloated in the depths of the priest’s soul. He howled in agony as he was changed, transformed by the demon’s domination over an angel.

Even an angel as corrupted as Aurora had become still held a tenuous connection to Heaven.

The succubus’s red wings spread wide in Father Augustine’s soul. The angel and demon were both inside the priest, possessing him at the same time. Aurora had entered to do battle with Jezebel, a common tactic of the angels to drive out a demon.

But Aurora’s corruption made her uniquely vulnerable to the demon’s wiles. Aurora was a succubus, driven by hungers for sex. She bore the same demonic taint the pumped through the heart of her master—the vampire Damien. Both were creatures of darkness, and Jezebel knew how to manipulate such passions.

Aurora’s defeat had been simple. She had been unable to resist feasting upon the demon’s pussy. The angel tried to feed from the demon, to ingest the sexual energy burst through Jezebel’s cunt as she ground her flesh on Aurora’s mouth.

But the link worked both ways. Jezebel stole the angel’s energy. It merged with her demonic power and then poured into her instrument—the priest. She transformed him, making him more than a man. The energy of Heaven and Perdition merged in him.

He became Nephilim.

An ancient creature. Strong, powerful. The mighty heroes of old that battled gods, caused miracles, and were remembered in the twisted tales of the mortals: Talmai, Gilgamesh, Hercules, Goliath, Arba, Ahiman, Sargon, Nimrod, and more. The Nephilim bore many names: the Fallen Ones, Terrors, Weakeners, Giants, Devastators.

Father Augustine suffered. Change never came without its pound of flesh.

“That’s it, angel-slut,” Jezebel moaned, writhing, undulating, reveling in her victory. “You have handed me the keys. Damien proved far stronger than I anticipated and then you delivered me your power. Foolish cunt.”

Aurora only moaned, consumed with rapture. The angel didn’t care. She only wanted to feast and feed her venal appetite. Her hands wrapped about Jezebel’s waist, gripping the demon’s ass. Aurora’s fingers clenched and relaxed, pulling the demon close so Aurora could feed.

Jezebel’s black hair spilled out her shoulders as she humped against Aurora’s mouth. The pair floated through the pit of the priest’s blackened soul. Corruption surrounded them. The demon loved to spread it. Her black wings flapped in delight.

“So good,” Aurora moaned.

“It is,” Jezebel purred. “Are you even aware of who’s cunt you devour?”

“Yours, Mistress.”

The words were so sweet. Jezebel trembled. Her pussy clenched. A small orgasm rippled through her body, teasing her with all the delights Aurora would deliver. The angel drank the fluids gushing out of the demon’s cunt. The flow of her angelic energy increased, spilling into Jezebel and merging with her demonic essence.

Jezebel’s eyes rolled in her head. She gasped and moaned. Aurora’s tongue brushed the demon’s clit, caressing it. Shivers of delight ran through the demon. Her wings flapped harder as her butt-cheeks clenched beneath Aurora’s fingers.

The angel latched her mouth about Jezebel’s clit. Aurora sucked and nibbled. Jezebel shivered again. She ran her hands through the angel’s blackened hair while golden eyes peered up into the demon’s violet depths.

“My slut,” Jezebel purred, loving the word. “How many times did you fight me?”

“So many times,” Aurora answered. “I wanted to destroy you. I Fell to kill you.”

Jezebel laughed, savoring the irony. “And now you want to fuck me.”

“I do.”

Aurora latched her mouth on Jezebel’s clit again, sucking hard. Jezebel’s head tossed back as the pleasure swelled through her. Aurora’s fingers caressed the demon’s ass. Fingernails rasped across her plump butt-cheeks, the stimulation sending new ripples through the demon.

Then Aurora shoved her fingers into the demon’s crack and plunged them into her tight asshole. Jezebel gasped at the intrusion. Her bowels clenched on the angel’s probing fingers. Jezebel humped harder against Aurora’s mouth.

“Fucking angel-slut. Finger my ass. Lick my pussy. Give me all your energy.”

“Yes,” groaned Aurora.

The angel’s tongue flailed through the demon’s pussy. Jezebel gasped and groaned. Her bowels burned when Aurora shoved a third finger into the demon’s asshole. The angel’s tongue caressed and explored the demon’s folds, teasing her, driving her passion to new heights.

With one hand, Jezebel played with her dark-red nipples topping her small tits. She pinched and pulled them, going back and forth between the sensitive nubs as her pleasure built and built. Her body trembled.

The demon howled.

“You fucking angel-slut! Yes, yes, yes.”

Jezebel came hard on Aurora’s mouth. As the pleasure burst through her demonic flesh and spilled across her mind, she drank more and more of the angel’s energy. She fed it into the priest, changing him faster.

“Give it to me,” gasped Jezebel. “Feed it to me, angel-slut.”

“Yes,” moaned Aurora, fingering the demon’s asshole faster.

Jezebel savored her sphincter stretched open, her bowels clenching about plunging fingers. The demon shuddered. Her moans reverberated through the priest’s soul, echoing back with her screaming passion.

Dark rapture consumed the demon.

And she wanted more.

“On your hands and knees, slut,” hissed Aurora. It’s time to be fucked.

In the priest’s soul, nothing was real. Jezebel’s appearance was completely malleable, like Aurora’s. The angel-slut, even when she was a pure servant of Light, had given herself a busty, curvy figure. Aurora enjoyed being admired by men. She didn’t have to have the pillowy tits that heaved as she rolled onto her hands and knees, or to have that magnificent, heart-shaped ass begging to be fucked.

And the demon had control over her body. Jezebel was female because that was the sex she enjoyed being. But she had dabbled as a male. For angel’s, their sex was set. They couldn’t change it. That would be against the rules.

Demons loved to break the rules.

Jezebel stroked her clit as she shaped her the nub. It sprouted, growing thick and long before her. A hard shaft, purely male, thrusting before her feminine body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed as the dick bobbed before her.

The demon loved possessing men because she loved feeling them fuck women. A hot cunt or velvety bowels wrapped tight about a dick always felt amazing to the demon. Sometimes, she indulged herself and created a dick instead of experiencing it vicariously through men she possessed like the priest.

Jezebel fell to her knees, her massive dick bobbing before her. It was huge, thicker than her wrist, longer than her forearm. A monstrous cock thrusting from her body. She stroked it, loving the feel of it as she stared at Aurora’s wiggling ass.

The demon slammed her dick deep into the angel’s bowels.

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“Lord, yes,” Aurora screamed as her bowels were invaded by the thick cock. “Thank you, God, for giving me this pleasure.”

“Such sweet blasphemy,” Jezebel purred behind Aurora. “Scream out how much you love my girl-cock.”

Aurora shuddered. Her bowels clenched down about the mammoth dick. It hurt as it slammed into her bowels, the pain becoming rapture. Her crimson wings spread wide as her asshole embraced the bliss and agony of the girl-dick.

“I love it, God,” moaned Aurora as she bucked into her enemy’s thrusts. There was a small part of her that remembered her hatred, that gnashed and wailed, but that part no longer controlled Aurora.

Her hungers did.

Aurora didn’t care that Jezebel claimed her angelic essence, that moment by moment she came closer and closer to becoming one with the demon. She didn’t care that the mortal priest would soon become an abomination.

An abomination who would be Damien’s enemy.

All that mattered to the angel was feeding her hungers. And the wonderful, impossible girl-dick would do that. Thick cum lurked inside the demon’s body. It would spill into Aurora and feed all her hungers. She would glut on them.

“Watch her fuck me, Lord,” screamed Aurora, her pussy clenched, Her heavy tits swayed beneath her as she bucked back into Jezebel’s thrust. “Watch me take every inch of her blessed cock. Heaven’s light, this is so hot.”

“Angel-slut,” gasped Jezebel.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Aurora savored the word. “I’m your angel-slut, demon. I love your cock. Keep fucking me. Spill your cum into me.”

Jezebel’s small breasts jiggled and bounced as she pounded Aurora’s asshole. The burning bliss spread through the angel’s body. Her wings flapped and her body trembled. Aurora slammed her ass back into Jezebel’s thrusts, the slap of their flesh echoing through the priest’s soul.

A wonderful, decadent bliss spilled through the angel. Her back arched as her first orgasm exploded through her. She embraced the rapture flowing through her body. She gasped and screamed out her joy.

“Such a wonderful cock! Oh, yes! She’s tearing my ass apart, Lord, and I love it!”

The angel’s wings flapped every time the demon’s dick buried into her asshole. The burning bliss shot through Aurora. She embraced it, loved it, savored it. Nothing else mattered. Her fingers clawed at the emptiness of the priest’s soul as her moans echoed over and over.

The demon’s fingernails raked Aurora’s back, leaving burning scratches between the angel’s wings. Aurora shuddered, savoring every sensory delight. Her soul quivered as the flood of her essence poured faster into the demon.

“Give it all to me!”

“Yes!” Aurora screamed in answer. “Take it. Just dump your cum in me. Please, Mistress.”

“Mistress,” Jezebel purred, savoring the word. “You’ll be mine for eternity.”

“Just keep fucking me. Keep cumming in me. Let me drink your juices. Let me feast on your lust. I don’t care. You can do what you will to me.”

Aurora’s orgasm burst through her angelic body. Her wings flapped hard as she shuddered. She bucked back into the demon’s thrusts. Aurora’s bowels writhed about Jezebel’s cock. Greed and lust burned in the angel.

She needed the demon’s cum.

“Flood my ass,” screamed Aurora as the pleasure crashed into her mind. “Please, please, please.”

The demon seized a fistful of Aurora’s blackened hair. She yanked hard on it, jerking back the angel’s head. “You’re my slut.”

“Yes!”

The demon drove her dick into the angel’s ass. Aurora felt the cum race from the depths of the demon’s body, up her cock, before the hot jizz spurted into the angel’s bowels. Aurora drank in the cum, feasting on it, and fed her Mistress the last of her essence.

As Aurora screamed her bliss. Her body became billowing mist. It flowed around Jezebel. Aurora, consumed in rapture, flowed into her Mistress, merging with Jezebel. The angel trembled inside the demon.

You are mine forever, the demon hissed.

Aurora shuddered as her pleasure bled out of her. Then gaziantep escort sitesi she reached out to the steel bars of her cage. The fog of ecstasy blew from her mind. She was trapped inside the demon’s soul. A prisoner, her essence stolen by Jezebel.

By my enemy.

“No!” Aurora screamed, her soul clawing at the demon’s. But she had no strength. She had given it all way. “You bitch. Release me and fight me.”

But isn’t this better? the demon asked, her smug voice echoing from every direction at once. Now you’ll always reside close to my heart. A part of me. All those centuries of yearning to be free of Heaven. Now you’ll get to see what can be made of freedom.

“No!” Aurora threw her soul against Jezebel’s.

And bounced off.

She was trapped. Her foe had defeated her.

The bitter knowledge that Aurora had succumbed with no resistance to Jezebel’s dominance was bile eating at the angel’s soul. I was weak. I never was strong. Weak.

Damien overcame me.

Jezebel hardly had to try.

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Britney Lawson stared at her mother’s unmoving form. Blood pooled from the older Donna Lawson’s neck, savaged by Damien’s sharp teeth. Britney licked her lips, her body shuddering in anticipation. Britney was a Thrall, in tune to the vampire she served—Damien.

And right now, the venom of his bite changed Donna. Though she was dead, soon unlife would breathe into her body. She would rise again, a vampiress bound to Damien. Britney chortled in delight, glad to serve her Master with her mother.

“We’ll be his forever,” Britney cooed as she stroked her mother’s cooling cheek. A bead of Britney’s milk gathered at the corner of her mother’s lips. The eighteen year old’s nipples ached as she remembered the hunger with which her mother had feasted, nursing and suckling. “Forever. Isn’t that wonderful?

“Of course it is. I know how much you admired Damien. I saw those looks. We both ogled him.” Britney giggled. “Remember that weekend a few months back when he was working in the yard shirtless. Your mouth was wide open. Mmm, his muscles rippling as he worked. Did you ever masturbate to him?

“I did. All the time. And then he took my virginity. It was wonderful. I was already his thrall. I loved it as much as you loved surrendering to his bite.” Britney sighed. “But what did the priest do to you, Mom? You were so dangerous.”

Britney couldn’t believe how swift her mother had moved. She had fought Damien, wounded him, almost defeated him. Britney had to throw herself at her mother to protect her Master. She moved with inhuman speed. All the women with the priest did. Samantha, who Britney was supposed to be a bridesmaid for next week, and a blonde girl Britney didn’t recognize were incredible.

“You were so different. And your blood, Mom…”

Britney licked her lips, shuddering at the power in her mother’s blood. She only had a taste from the blood staining Damien’s lips. But it had made her cum so hard beneath her master. Damien had been driven wild by the blood.

“He came so much in me, mother.” Britney shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet pussy. Her fingers glistened with cum and her pussy juices, mixed together. She rubbed the cum on her mother’s lips. “There, something for you to taste when you wake up.”

A tug seized Britney. Her master needed her. Britney gained her feet, surveying the loft. The scent of blood filled the air. It splattered the floor. The vampires were the source of some it, but Damien, his beautiful wife, and the nubile Mary had already healed. Mary nuzzled at Samantha’s neck, lapping up the last of the young woman’s blood.

Abigail turned Samantha. She underwent the same changes as Britney’s mother. Soon, both would be reborn.

“Her blood is delicious,” Mary moaned, lifting her face from Samantha’s neck. “I’ve never tasted the like.”

“You’ve been a vampire for a day,” Vickie groaned. “How much blood have you tasted?”

Vickie was Damien’s other thrall. She lay on her stomach, holding her wounds. Britney gasped. She wanted to run to Vickie and check on her, but she knew the thrall would heal fast. Damien needed Britney. She felt it. A strong pull.

Anger radiated off her Master. He stood at the doorway, glaring out at it. Abigail was at his side, her red hair falling down her naked back. Master snarled, his body tensed. He wanted to chase after the escaping priest who somehow had stolen Aurora.

But he couldn’t. Sunlight spilled through the doorway. For Britney, the light proved no problem. She stepped into it as she rounded on her master, the sun warm on her naked skin. The busty blonde thrall fell to her master’s knees, his cock thrusting hard before him, lust and rage almost warping the air around him.

He couldn’t touch the light. For him it was a barrier. Death. The sun’s purity would consume him.

Damien glared at the sunlight as Britney opened her mouth and sucked his cock between her lips. She sighed as she suckled, his dick warming in her mouth. A vampire’s temperature was the same as the ambient surroundings. It made Damien’s flesh cool to the touch. But he warmed when he was in her.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. He needed his lust fed so he could focus. He was drunk on it. The blood burning in the air did not help. For a vampire, it was an intoxicating scent. Beside him, Abigail snarled.

Britney served Damien, not Abigail, and so she pleasured him.

“I’ll tear his head off,” Damien snarled, his hand forming a fist in Britney’s hair, holding her tight. His hips thrust forward, driving his dick down Britney’s throat. It hurt. Her throat stretched around his girth as his balls smacked into her chin. “She’s mine!”

“We’ll get your angel back,” Abigail hissed. Then she broke away and strode into the loft. “Mary, stop nuzzling at the slut and lick my cunt.”

“Mmm, yes,” Mary purred.

Britney smiled around her Master’s dick. Mary, who had been Britney’s best friend for as long as she could remember, loved to lick pussy. In life, she had been wild, the opposite of the quite, demure Britney. Mary, always wild, had popped her cherry young and never looked back.

Despite their differences, they had always been good friends. First my best friend serves Master, and now my mother.

Britney savored the violent thrust of Damien’s dick, welcoming his shaft slamming down her throat over and over. He pulled on her hair as he fucked her mouth. She sucked and moaned, putting her all into pleasuring him.

“He stole my angel,” growled Damien. “I’ll make him howl.”

“Yes,” Abigail purred, her voice throaty. Mary’s tongue made a wicked sound as the vampiress pleased Abigail. “We’ll make him pay. And Faust.”

Damien snarled and slammed his dick harder into Britney’s mouth, excited by the prospect of violence. Britney shuddered. Her pussy dripped with cum and pussy juices. She shoved her hand between her thighs, frigging her clit.

She circled her nub. Sparks of delight burst through her as she pictured her Master killing the evil vampire Faust and the priest. Blood spurted through her imagination. Hot and coppery. Though she was still human, she enjoyed the taste.

He’ll share it with me. I lick the blood from his body. Britney shoved a pair of fingers into her juicy, cum-filled cunt. I’ll lick him clean of all the wonderful blood.

“We’ll bathe in their blood,” Abigail moaned.

“Yes,” snarled Damien.

Yes, Britney screamed in her thoughts as she ground the heel of her hand on her clit.

The young woman sucked harder. Her nipples ached. Milk beaded at her fat nubs and dribbled down the curves of her breasts before running down her stomach. She groaned and shuddered, frigging herself harder and harder. Her body convulsed.

Bliss burst through her.

Britney’s greedy pussy spasmed about her thrusting fingers. The pleasure rushed through her body as she imagined licking the blood from Damien’s muscular body. She could almost taste the coppery delight of Faust and Father Augustine’s blood as she sucked on his cock.

“Fucking slut,” growled Damien. “Keep moaning.”

I will, Master. I will give your cock so much bliss. Cum in my mouth. Give it to me!

As the pleasure washed through her mind, Britney moaned louder, her passion humming around her Master’s dick. She thrust her fingers deep into her sopping hole. Her clit throbbed beneath her grinding hand as juices bathed her palm.

Damien’s cock slammed over and over down her throat. His balls smacked her chin. The vampire snarled. The muscles of his chest heaved. His cum spurted. The blasts rushed into her mouth, filling her with his wonderful cum. The seed warmed by her sucking, salty and vital with unlife.

Britney’s head spun as her orgasm reached new heights. Damien ripped his cock from her mouth, and some of his anger bled away. Britney sucked in breaths through her nose, holding as much of his jizz in her mouth as possible. She scampered to her feet, racing to her mother’s side.

The young woman kissed her mother’s cool, unmoving lips. Britney thrust the cum into her mother’s mouth, feeding the burgeoning vampiress her Sire’s cum. Britney smiled when she broke the kiss.

“Now you’ll really taste him when you wake up, Mom.”

“Ooh, you are so wicked,” Mary smiled.

Britney hadn’t noticed the raven-haired vampiress moving closer. The vampiress’s had the ability to move at super speed, almost too fast to see. She had a huge smirk on her face, Abigail’s juices staining her lips.

“I am wicked,” Britney answered her vampiress friend.

“So wicked,” Mary smiled and leaned in, latching her lips around Britney’s fat nipple. A moment later, the vampiress’s fangs bit.

Britney shuddered as Mary suckled, drinking a mix of blood and milk . Britney smiled, stroking her friend’s hair and savored the delight of nursing a vampiress. Her toes curled and she mewled.

“A car is approaching,” Abigail announced.

Damien smiled. “Rosa. Her blood is sweet. That’s how the priest found us.”

Abigail frowned. “I don’t follow.”

“Rose was the realty agent,” Britney answered, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“And Father Augustine knows how you think,” Abigail hissed. “I hope Rosa has a big enough car.”

Damien nodded. “And we’ll let Rosa choose our next lair. The priest doesn’t know her at all.”

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The agony ended. Father Hyrum Augustine regained his consciousness.

He lay curled in the back of the gray church van that had served as the mobile command post for hunting. He had spent many tense hours waiting in the van while his charges fought the undead. He sat up, brushing a weapon rack, sliver-plated machetes rattling.

Power strengthened his limbs. Energy brimmed inside of him. He laughed, a deep rumble The last thing he remembered was the crimson-winged demon becoming red cloud and flowing into his body then agony.

His soul had been shredded as the female voice lurking inside him warred with the demon. But the Holy Ghost had prevailed.

And gifted you such power. You are beyond human. You are Nephilim. gaziantep escort forum Mighty. You shall command much.

“Father,” Joy shouted from the driver seat. The van slowed to a stop. “You’re awake. Praise God, I feared you would die like Samantha and…” Her shoulders shuddered, tears thickened her voice. “Like Donna. The vampires killed them.”

“Turned them,” he said, his cock so hard. I am mighty.

Powerful, the female voice answered. Gifted. Long life, strength, virility. The changes even now work through your body. The years melt away. Youthful vigor is yours.

“What do we do?” Joy asked. “We fought them and they beat us. We came so close, but Damien and his vampiress were so strong. Should we go back to Faust?”

The female voice hissed in rage. A second voice hissed with her, burgeoning with lust.

“Fuck,” the priest growled. His cock ached. It tented the front of his cassock. He ripped up the black robes, his cock sticking out, the tip purple-red. “Get your ass back here, Joy.”

“No, no, no,” gasped Joy. “It’s that demon. She’s afflicted you with lust.”

“Yes,” growled the priest. His voice sounded so strong, losing the rough timber of middle age. “Move, girl.” He throbbed so hard, his dick aching to explode.”

“Yes, Father!”

Joy undid her seatbelt and bolted out of the van. She raced around it and threw open the side door. Sunlight spilled in. Beyond her, the Chicago skyline dominated. The blonde, barely legal nymph jumped into the back.

Before she could close the door, the priest seized her blonde hair and pulled her down to his cock. She didn’t fight as he fucked his dick into her mouth. He groaned as he sank into her warm, wet, sucking hold. His head lolled back.

“That’s it, whore. Suck my cock. Put that whorish mouth to use.” Joy sucked hard. The van swam around the priest. His balls boiled. “Harlot. Every member of your sex is a whore. You are the reason sin exists. It comes from that wet hole between your thighs.”

Joy moaned her agreement, her tongue swirling about the tip of his cock. She bobbed her head, eager to rut. A filthy sow. Like every woman. One hand stroked his shaft and the other massaged his balls, eager for his cum to spill into her mouth.

“You love drinking men’s seed, slut.”

Another moan. Her blue eyes stared up at him, dewy with her excitement. He fucked his hips, driving his cock down her throat. She gagged and coughed. He didn’t care. He forced his dick deeper and deeper, loving the tight confines of her esophagus.

“Fucking whore,” he breathed as his balls erupted already. The lust billowing through him had to be released. He couldn’t think until his sin had been expelled into a woman’s hole.

The cum spurted out of him, shooting right down her throat. She groaned and gasped, her throat swallowing. The pleasure rushed through him. It raised him to the stratosphere in seconds, leaving him gasping and groaning.

And needing more. He had sin brimming in his balls that needed to be expell

“Fucking slut, get those skirt off, I need to fuck you right.”

Her mouth popped off his dick. “Yes…Father…” she panted, spit running down her chin, her eyes red. “Your dick…it’s bigger…I almost…choked…on it.”

“I have been reborn,” the priest said. “The demon’s fires burned me, but instead of consuming me they reforged my body.”

“Hallelujah, Father,” Joy gasped as she wiggled her slim hips, baring her shaved cunt, her thighs covered in her juices.

Her sinful, spicy scent assaulted the priest’s nose. His dick throbbed.

He seized Joy by the throat. He spun her around and slammed her onto the van’s floor. She didn’t cry out in pain. She, too, had been reborn when she drank his holy communion last night. Instead, a wanton moan escaped her lips.

She parted her thighs, inviting him to take her, to spill his sin into her wanton hole. Her eyes pleaded with him. She whimpered and shuddered, her body yearning to couple.

“Whore!” snarled the priest as he drove his dick deep into Joy’s pussy. She gasped and shuddered in delight. Her thighs went around his waist. She pulled him in tight, humping against him, her heartbeat fluttering beneath his fingers.

I could crush her life.

The priest stared into the his whore’s blue eyes as she gasped and moaned, his dick sawing into her hot, wet depths. She bucked into his thrusts. Her body trembled and her sweet moans escaped her lips. Pleasure fluttered through her body. Her heart beat faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me. Pound me. I need it. Sweet Lord, I need you to keep fucking me.”

Her hot, wet tunnel constricted about his dick. Like his hand wanted to clench about her throat. His balls smacked over and over into her flesh. Her body writhed and wriggled. Her pink tongue flashed across her lips.

“Father, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you’re dick. So big. You’re stretching me out. Oh, Lord, I’ve never had a dick so big. It’s—”

Her words cut off. He choked her. She never stopped bucking against him. Her face turned red as her mouth opened wide. Her pussy clenched on his shaft. She shuddered and then her cunt went wild, spasming on his dick.

The slut came.

Her eyes rolled in her head as she bucked into his thrusts. Her face turned redder and redder. The pleasure on his dick was exquisite. The slut soared into the heights of her orgasms as she flirted on the edge of death.

The priest relaxed his grip.

She sucked in deep breaths, the red fading from her face as she bucked. “Oh…God…yes…keep choking…me…so…good. It’s…rapture. Heaven.”

“You are such a slut, “he growled, squeezing again, reveling in his power over his slut.

Her pussy spasmed. Her orgasm never ended. One ran after the other, massaging his cock. His dick gave her such pleasure. He mastered her wanton body. He could see it in her eyes as they grew more and more unfocused.

“I own you, woman.”

He released her throat. “Yes,” she coughed and gasped. “Yes…yes…yes…”

Her thighs squeezed him tight as he squeezed again, her life fluttering. His balls smacked into her ass. Her juices coated his groin and matted his thighs. Every thrust brought another shudder from the slut.

Her pussy was a furnace. It boiled his cock. The pleasure rushed through his mind. He thrust deep into her cunt. His balls tightened. And then they unloaded. He flooded her pussy—My cunt!—with his seed, claiming her. She gasped and flopped on the floor of the van.

He released her throat. He allowed her to live.

“Wonderful…wonderful…Father,” she gasped between coughs. Her throat was bruised by his grip. Her smile radiant. “Did I satiate your lust?”

“Not even close,” he growled as he ripped out of her cunt. He flipped her over and slammed his dick into her asshole. She groaned and squealed beneath him, her bowels stretching around his huge cock as he reamed her hard.

Her screams of joy echoed through the van.

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Damien waited for Rosa to appear. His Latina vampiress strode into the loft, her clothing torn and matted with her own blood. The sunlight didn’t affect Rosa—her vampiric gift immunized her against the sun’s purity.

She’s not held prisoner by light.

Damien’s telekinesis seized Rosa and pulled her to him. The vampiress gasped as her feet dragged across the floor, tearing open her stockings. He seized her by the neck and pulled her to him. She swayed, her eyes wide as he stared into them.

“The priest?”

“And his women,” she hissed. “Shot me with an oak crossbow. I fell through my office window and landed on the sidewalk. I was paralyzed until the EMT’s arrived and removed the arrow.”

“Bolt,” corrected Abigail.

Rosa ignored the interruption. Her dark eyes almost burned. “I wanted to kill them, Sire, I wanted to feast on them. But your commands…” She shuddered. “I stole an SUV. It’s in the alley.”

“Feast on Britney,” Damien commanded, releasing her neck. “Regain your strength. Then we’ll prepare the SUV to depart.”

“I can start working on it, Master,” the pained voice of Vickie said. The thrall struggled to stand. She clutched at her stomach. “I’m healing.”

“Not fast enough. Rest.”

A smile flashed across Vickie’s coffee-cream face. She sank back down and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh or relief.

“You always were soft with women,” Abigail purred, hugging Damien from behind, her naked breasts pressing into his back. Her hands stroked his muscular stomach. “I remember that vampiress that almost took your head off.”

“I was nineteen,” Damien said, a smile crossing his lips.

“And thinking with your dick even though your wife was standing twenty feet away.” Abigail’s hand slid down his belly and stroked through his pubic hair to grasp his cock. “You’re still thinking with it. You don’t want one of your precious women hurt. You want them all to yourself.”

“They’re mine,” Damien snarled. Flashes of Abigail gasping and heaving beneath Faust shot through his mind. “Ours.”

“Ours,” she shuddered. “How sweet of you to share.” Her mouth nibbled at his neck, her teeth nipping, drawing blood; his dick throbbed harder in her stroking hand.

“Always share,” he groaned, savoring his wife’s hand.

“Are you holding to our marriage vows?”

“Some.”

She gave a wicked laugh. “Having a harem of women would violate one of them.” Abigail let out a throat purr. “Look at them.”

Britney shuddered on the floor. She had Mary and Rosa drinking from her breasts. The blonde thrall’s hand plunged between her thighs, frigging her pussy as her breast milk and blood flowed into the vampiresses’ mouths. Her milk and blood scented the air—salty and sweet.

Damien licked his lips.

Rosa’s curvy ass swayed, her skirt torn in spots, matted with her blood. Her golden-brown flesh peaked through, healed from her injuries. Her nylons were mostly intact, clinging to her lush legs, hugging them with a sheen of darkness.

“Fuck her,” Abigail purred. “I want to watch you pound the vampiress slut. I want to watch your muscles ripple. It’s almost as hot as watching you kill.”

His wife released his cock and pushed him forward. Damien strolled to Rosa. He wanted to control his lusts. He shouldn’t be fucking, but there was too much blood in the air. It kept his dick hard. He fell to his knees behind Rosa and shoved up her skirt, his fingers squeezing and clenching at her ass through her pantyhose.

He ripped them apart, exposing her golden-brown ass and the thong disappearing between her butt-cheeks. He kneaded and groped her ass, loving how firm she felt. Her tart musk of her excitement bled through the skimpy, black cloth as the vampiress moaned.

“Ooh, Master,” Britney purred, her glazed eyes finding his. “She’s moaning as she suckles. She likes it. Naughty slut.”

“She is naughty,” Damien groaned in agreement as he leaned down and bit into the globe of Rosa’s ass.

Blood trickled out. Salty and wonderful, brimming with Rosa’s excitement. He sucked on the blood, letting it spill around his tongue. When he raised his escort gaziantep lips, he watched the twin trickles run down her cheeks to her thighs, soaking into the nylons.

He bit again, giving her a matching mark on her other butt-cheek, watching how the blood trickled differently as Rosa shook her ass. He licked up the blood trail, savoring her salty flavor as his lips moved closer and closer to her pussy.

Her thong was in the way.

His fingers ripped it and threw it to the side. Her tart passion filled his nose, almost drowning out the scent of her blood. He nuzzled into her flesh, licking it. Her pussy warmed as the blood and milk she drank from Britney’s teat flowed through the vampiress’s body. His tongue licked, gathering her tart juices.

“You always want to please women,” Abigail purred, sliding beside him. She licked at a line of blood down Rosa’s ass. Already the bite marks healed, the flow slowing, stopping. “You’re her master. Take her.”

“I am mastering her,” Damien answered. “When she cums on my lips, it is because of my will.”

Abigail laughed then kiss him. When she broke the kiss, she purred, “Then make the slut howl your name.”

Damien grinned at his wife before he buried his lips back between Rosa’s thighs. He licked and nuzzled at her pussy. The vampiress shuddered, moaning about Britney’s nipple. The thrall gasped and bucked, cumming hard, flooding the air with her sweet excitement.

Abigail couldn’t resist. She moved between Britney’s thighs and feasted, adding blood’s coppery tang to Britney’s juices. The thrall moaned louder, her orgasming robbing her of coherent thought, a wonderful symphony inspiring Damien to lick and bite harder at Rosa’s cunt.

Blood spurted into his mouth, bleeding from Rosa’s pussy lips. Her pink flesh crimsoned. He licked at it, savoring the coppery, tart tang flooding his mouth. His fingers attacked her clit, rubbing it hard then pinching and stretching it, giving the vampiress pain.

She loved it.

Her moans grew louder, her hips shifting. Her juices and blood flowed as her excitement mounted. Damien probed his tongue into her sheath, caressing the folds of her pussy before he shoved a pair of fingers into her tight depths and turned his fangs to her clit.

He bit the nub.

“Yes,” Rosa moaned, squirming, her pussy clenching hard on Damien’s fingers. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s wonderful. Oh, damn. Oh, fuck. Keep doing that, Sire. Oh, yes.”

Her engorged nub throbbed as her blood squirted into his mouth. She bucked and gasped into his lips, screaming out his name with all the passion her undead body possessed. Her juices gushed from her cunt as her orgasm consumed her.

Damien feasted on her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes,” screamed Rosa.

“Master her cunt,” Abigail moaned in obvious excitement. “Yes, she’s your slut. She knows it.”

“I do, Sire.” She pressed her pussy back into his lips, her juices and blood filling his lips. He savored it as her pussy spasmed about his fingers.

His dick ached. He needed to feel her velvety sheath on his shaft.

He ripped his fingers out of her cunt and slammed his dick into her wet, cumming depths. She clenched and squeezed about his dick. Her head tossed back, her eyes rolled back. Blood and milk stained her lips.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, Sire. Pound my cunt.”

“Pound her,” groaned Britney, her voice almost sleepy. She had three vampires feeding on her at once. Her body quivered as she lolled.

Abigail raised her lips, pink froth staining them. She lunged at Damien, kissing him hard as he fucked Rosa. Sweet pussy and coppery blood covered her lips, the flavor burning through him, driving his hips to thrust faster.

Harder.

To fuck Rosa until he erupted in her cunt.

Damien moaned into his wife’s kiss, pulling her body tight against his as he pounded Rosa’s cunt. The vampiress moaned as he plunged over and over into her depths, her back arching, her dark hair dancing through the air. Abigail kissed Damien harder, her teeth cutting his lips.

His blood flowed, spicing the kiss. Abigail moaned into it. Her hot cunt pressed into his hip. She pressed her hot clit into his skin. His enhanced senses felt the nub throbbed with every beat of her undead heart. More and more of her juices stained his thighs as she rutted and moaned, glutting on the excitement as she fed on his blood. She humped faster and faster, her fingernails raking.

Bleeding scratches appeared in the wake of her sharp nails. Damien loved the pain.

“Fuck me, Sire,” Rosa gasped. “Yes, yes, yes. Pound me.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” Mary purred, the raven-haired vampiress crawling over Britney, her nostril flaring. She scented blood.

His blood.

Mary’s tongue licked up Damien’s scratches, her wet tongue adding a sting of pain to the wounds. Damien growled as she licked up the drops of his blood, not wasting the treat. Her lips kissed at his wounds, exciting him. His balls swelled.

Abigail broke the kiss, her body shuddering. “Pound the cunt,” gasped Abigail, her green eyes rolling in her head. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her muscles contracted. He could hear them clench, squeezing out the flood of her fluids that gushed out her pussy around his plunging dick. Her tart musked filled the air as she trembled against him. Her clit throbbed. Her labia quivered.

“Flood her cunt,” screamed Abigail at the height of her passion.

“Yes,” begged Rosa. “Sire, yes.”

Damien growled and buried into his vampiress’s snatch. His balls erupted. His inflamed lusts pumped load after load of his jizz into her. He snarled, the taste of his own blood still staining his lips, mixing with the flavor of Abigail’s kiss.

He squeezed Abigail’s ass hard, bringing a sweet moan of pain from his wife as his orgasm tensed all his muscles. He kissed her again, biting her lips, savaging them, drinking the coppery drops that flowed.

Father Augustine couldn’t stand up to Damien and his harem. The priest had tried with his strange, enhanced women and failed. Damien, Abigail, and his women would rip the priest apart, rescue Aurora, or avenge his angel’s death.

He ripped his cock from Rosa’s cunt. “Britney, Rosa, paint the van’s windows. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” Britney said, her eyes snapping open, the lethargy fading as she gained her feet. The bite marks around her nipples already closed, her body healing from the vampiress’s feast.

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Father Augustine stepped out of the van into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower. His hands felt mighty. He clenched his fist as he stared at the support column before him. Curiosity gripped him. How strong am I?

The priest punched. Concrete sheered off the side of the column, cracking and falling to the ground in a cloud of gray dust. Expose rebar, twisted and gray-brown, appeared, iron bones sheered of their hard flesh.

“I didn’t feel a thing,” the priest muttered, staring at his hand.

“Father,” Joy gasped, her eyes wide. “That was awesome. You’re like a superhero.”

“Nephilim,” he answered, ignoring what he had read in the bible about the Nephilim. “Come.”

“Yes, Father.” Her voice had a dewy tone.

Her cunt must be dripping.

They rode the elevator in silence. He could feel the whorish lusts rippling from Joy as she shifted her hips, her venal desires gripping her. She wanted to fuck. He could smell the waft of her feminine excitement.

“Always the whore,” he said, watching the floors tick by.

“I am, Father,” Joy moaned. “You’re just so…irresistible.” She reached out, stroking his arm through the long sleeve of his cassock. “You’re growing younger, Father. Handsomer.”

“Control your lusts, slut.”

Her hand jerked back. “Yes, Father. I’ll try.”

“It is all you can expect from a woman.”

The elevator dinged onto Faust’s floor.

I ignored the secretary’s question as I stepped off the elevator and marched to Faust’s office. The woman protested, squawking like a hen. I did not care. I marched towards the doors to his office, mahogany veneers over reinforced steel. One of his thralls—a large, African-American man with forearms thicker than most men’s thighs—stood before the door.

“I need to speak to Faust.”

“It’s the day, Father,” the man answered. “He’s—”

Father Augustine’s hand seized the thrall’s balls and squeezed. The man grunted, his knees buckling. “Then wake him up. Now.”

“Y-yes,” groaned the man. His nuts crushed beneath the priest’s fingers. The thrall would heal.

“Run, dog.”

The man staggered to his steps. The secretary kept squawking. Father Augustine glared at the woman. Her jaw snapped shut and she fled back to her desk.

Joy let out another venal moan.

Father Augustine pushed against the doors. The steel beneath groaned and buckled. The mahogany veneers cracked beneath the stress. Fractures radiated from his hands. The metal groaned louder. Loud, tearing rents snapped through the air then the hinges squeaked as the doors pushed open.

“Father Augustine,” panted Joy. “Oh, my God. You are his chosen warrior. We shall defeat the darkness.”

“We shall,” the priest said.

“What are you doing…?” The new woman’s voice trailed away into a shocked gasp.

The priest turned and smiled at the sight of the vampiress Lynette wearing an black negligee that clung to her lush body, her black hair tousled from her disturbed sleep. The priest smiled as her nipples hardened beneath the fabric.

“Waiting for Faust,” the priest said, reaching out to pinch her nipple through her negligee.

Lynette moaned.

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Faust marched through the office, his executives and their staff’s reeking of fear. They all knew not to ask questions of his business. Anger boiled through him. He had sent Lynette to deal with the priest but she never returned to their bed.

What could have distract the…

Faust had lived over a century. He had witnessed many things. He had escaped hunts by the best of the Knights Venator. And when he pledged corrupted souls to the demon Jezebel in exchange for power and protection from Heaven, he had forged a business empire on the corpses of his enemies. He had bathed in blood, forced husbands to kill their wives, mothers to drown their children. He had reveled in the darkest, foulest debauchery. He had witnessed the depths of humanity’s dark sins.

He had thought he had seen everything.

But the sight of the steel doors of his office broken open shocked him. Molded into the steel were two hand prints, one on each door, pressed into the steel like they were made of clay. Faust was a vampire. He had strength beyond a normal human.

He could not have ripped those doors open.

For the first time in many years, fear touched the vampire as he ventured into his office. The priest sat in a comfortable, dark-red leather chair in the reading corner, his blonde slut Joy standing at his side. Faust’s vampiress, Lynette, knelt before the priest, her mouth hungrily devouring Father Augustine’s cock.

“That is my property, Jezebel,” Faust snarled, striding into the room. “She is not for your priest. I have not agreed to that.”

“Agreements change,” the priest said, speaking with his own voice and not the demon who possessed him.

The vampire swallowed at the intensity of the priest’s blue eyes. If he were living, fear would have loosened his bowels.

To be continued…

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So we’re back with part two of The Twin’s in a Vineyard trilogy. We previously left off at part one after Ariel gave her brother a blowjob and got cummed in her mouth. Part Two continues with Aaron lying back on his bed. His head filled with new thoughts about his sister. Again, if you find incest stories disturbing, do not continue reading. If you have yet to read part one: Ariel’s Discovery, please do as this story continues from that one. Once again, I thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this sequel. I’m sorry it took so long for the sequel, hope you enjoyed it!

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Aaron lay on his bed, feeling surprisingly relaxed and contented. His sister’s actions tonight had opened the floodgates to his imagination. He pulled down his pants a little, to let the cool night air caress his now flaccid penis. He looked at it. He marvelled at its newfound use and relevance to his life. But what he was most amused by was the fact his sister could play such a big part in its use.

Ariel finally exited the bathroom, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She walked briskly to her bed, willing herself not to look her brother’s way. Aaron watched the silhouette of his sister pass the window and saw her lips glisten in the moonlight and smiled. Things have changed, for the better.

The next morning was like any other, bright and warm. Aaron woke up to see his sister’s pretty face staring down at him. Aaron jumped. “Woah sis, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Ariel voice was hushed. “Last night remains a secret. Deal?” Aaron hesitated before his brain caught up with him. “Oh yea, right.” He grinned mischievously at his sister. “It’ll be our secret.” Ariel pushed him playfully and smiled sheepishly. “Let’s go get breakfast.”

Their dad greeted them first. “Morning kids. Sleep well?” “Yes daddy.” said Ariel in her cutesy voice. “Good, cause our grapevines need your tender lovely care today. You’ll need the energy.” The twins groaned as they sat down.

Tending to the grapevines was never really fun. But the redeeming factor was, regardless of how hot the summer was, the air was never hot. It always had this cool tinge to it. But their vineyard stretched for acres. So, inspecting all the grapevines was not too fun. But twins had each other. They chatted about silly things while doing their work and most of the time they played around the vines, playing tag. Their father sometimes joins them, but sometimes, like today, he was out on business and the twins had the fields to themselves.

Aaron sat down, exhausted from chasing his sister. He called out, “Ari! I’m tired! You win! So I’m just going to sit here!” He gulped in breaths of cool air, he didn’t know why, but he felt a little more tired than normal today. He lay back, letting the cool breeze dry up his perspiration.

Aaron sat up. He didn’t know why, but he had this sudden compulsion to look for his sister. He stood up and trudged off towards where he last his sister go. Something inside him also told him to not call out. Feeling excited for no reason, he continued his search.

A few steps later, he heard a rustle. Immediately, Aaron changed his stance and tip toed to the source of the sound. It originated from behind the grapevine he was at. Quietly, he peered through it.

He saw his sister looking around suspiciously. Curious, he shifted himself and resumed his spying. Believing the area to be clear, Ariel quickly undid her jeans and dropped them to her heels. Then, giving the area a final survey, she took off her panties and dropped them in her jeans.

Aaron watch the whole scene unfold with his mouth agape. When he saw his sister remove her jeans, he gulped, and a pang of emotion sank deep within his pants. Then he saw her slide her underwear down her smooth legs and felt a primal emotion build up in him. His pants started to get tight as his manhood began to swell. The exposure of his sister’s crotch was nearly too much.

Physically, it did not look much. Just a thin slit between her legs covered with golden hair. But to Aaron’s eyes, he saw something that called out to him, an innocent looking mound that promised eternal pleasure. He saw his sister lift her shirt above her tummy and then spreading her two legs, stuck out her naval in Aaron’s direction, and relaxed herself.

It happened slowly and gracefully. First, his sister’s slit twitched slightly, then suddenly a clear stream of liquid spewed out from the gap in an arc, pooling on the ground in a glistening puddle. Aaron crouched under the grapevine, watching his sister pee. Her relieved expression, coupled with the beautiful trickling of the urine striking the soil; made Aaron just want to explode. He could feel his thing completely swelled now, its volume straining the zipper of his jeans.

After awhile, the trickle of urine stopped and Ariel used her finger to spread her slit a little and squeezed a last squirt out of it. She then shook her naval a little to let the last trickle of pee drip off. Aaron nearly died there and then, that little action had caused his penis to swell painfully and he unbuckled his jeans and let out a short moan.

Ariel’s head snapped up in his direction. The relieved expression was gone, replace by shock. Hastily, she pulled both her panties and jeans up, and after buttoning her jeans she edged towards the grapevine where she heard the moan. Pushing aside the vine, she saw her brother, hiding behind it, his expression sheepish.

“Were you spying on me?” Ariel asked incredulously. Aaron was indignant. “Of course not! I was just looking for you, and then I…kinda found you.” He finished somewhat escort lamely. “You watched me pee? Ewww! You’re…you’re…”

“He’s what?” said a gruff voice from behind her. The twin’s father had returned, and was looking for them. Aaron could see his sister seize up in shock when she heard him. Slowly, Ariel turned around to face her father. “Disgusting! Look what he did!” she jabbed her finger at his unbuckled jeans and then the puddle of urine on the soil. Aaron was flabbergasted. He looked at his sister and then at his father. “Sorry dad. Toilet’s a lil’ far away and I had too much juice this morning.”

After a moment’s pause, his father sighed. “Ah well, although I understand, it is still no excuse. I’ve told you kids before that these grapevines aren’t your ordinary trees, we don’t pee at them. So as punishment, you would do half your sister’s chores, on top of your own, for today. And Ariel, do not help him. Understood?”

“Yes dad.” The twins replied quietly and when their father left, he looked at his sister. “What was that for! Now I got into trouble.” Ariel was apologetic. “I’m sorry! I was just stunned and didn’t know what to say!”
“Sorry doesn’t really fix the fact that I now have a 3 more horses to wash you know.” Ariel was nearly in tears. “I’m sorry. I’ll pay you back! I rub your legs? A backrub? Massage?” Aaron brushed her off. “Nevermind….just don’t-wait. There is a way you could make up for it.”

Ariel’s eyes lit up. “How? How? Tell me, whatever, I’ll do it. I’m so sorry.”

Aaron stopped walking and eyed his sister. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Ok.” He checked to make sure his dad had left before unzipping his jeans and pointing his erect member at his sister. “Can you do what you did last night for me again?”

“W-what? Yesterday was…eww! Can it be something else?” Ariel was clearly irked. Somehow, Aaron liked that. “Well, you did say anything…and I did save you…” and he saw Ariel’s still reluctant face, “and I could always tell the truth.”

Ariel was stunned. “You wouldn’t!” Aaron smiled. “You won’t know til I do right? So?”

“Well…” she muttered. “Open your mouth Ari.” Aaron ordered, impatience apparent in his voice.

Ariel opened her mouth to argue but then Aaron was overwhelmed by impulse and shoved his shaft into his sister’s mouth, gagging her. Ariel wanted to protest and pull her head away but Aaron held her in place. “Please sis. Just like last night.” He whispered to her, his hand caressed her cheek.

Ariel looked up at her brother loathingly. She then closed her eyes and began to move her head in and out of her brother’s penis. She used her tongue and curled it around it and her lips formed a cocoon around it, embracing it with every suck. Each movement came to her naturally and each movement made her brother moan more audibly.

Within seconds, Aaron was feeling the overwhelming sensation well up within him again. His sister noticed his facial expression and immediately withdrew her head. “Enough. I don’t want that stuff in my mouth.” Aaron was flustered. “Come on Ari! It was getting good! Come on! Please?”

“No!” Ariel was determined. Aaron relaxed his face. “Ok fine. You continue, I’ll tell you when I’m going to..to…do it. Ok? You can pull out then.” Ariel looked at her brother’s longing face and then wrapped her mouth around her brother’s penis and resumed her sucking.

Soon, Aaron was close to his climax. He felt his fluids rushing inside him and he quickly tapped his sister’s head and signalled that he was about to release his fluids. Ariel quickly pulled her head out and shifted her face out of the way just before a torrent of white goo burst out from her brother’s penis in her hand.

Ariel could feel the penis throb as it discharged the fluid, swelling larger than normal. She could see her brother’s face flush red with pleasure.

She waited till the flow stopped before removing her hand. She looked up at her brother. “Satisfied?” he responded with a few tired nods and said, “But not as good as last night.”

Ariel shrugged. “Well, I dunno. I just did whatever I thought I did last night.”

Aaron pulled up his jeans. “Thanks sis. Come on let’s go wash some horses.”

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It was break time at the lodge. The browns had a little lodge some distance from their house. It had a little bed, a small toilet and a little kitchenette. It was meant for temporary shelter in case there was a bad weather and they couldn’t get home in time.

The twins loved the lodge. They liked the cozy feeling the wooden floor and warm lights gave. They loved watching rainwater cascade down the window. It felt like a home away from home.

The twins had run to the lodge when it had suddenly started pouring whilst they had been cleaning the horses. Their father had been nearer to the house when it rained and so the twins had the place all to themselves.

Ariel went straight for the sink to wash her hands. “Ughh. Horse poo. Gross.”

“Yea, at least you weren’t the one actually washing it…” Aaron replied dryly.

“Hey! I said I was sorry already! And I already did…that.” she finished quietly.

Aaron’s mind flashed back to earlier on. His penis twitched.

Ariel studied the dazed look on her brother and snapped her fingers. “Hey! Wanna play poker?” She waved a deck of cards in front of him.

“Naww Ari. I’m bad at cards, you know that…” Aaron tried to brush his sister off. “Besides, we have no chips.”

Ariel thought for a moment. “Fine. How about this. We play for clothes. Each round you lose you take off a piece of clothing. Top to bottom.”

Aaron escort bayan looked at his sister. “Serious?”

Two nods. “Alright…deal me.”

His sister had him to his shorts in a few short rounds. Feeling cold and annoyed, Aaron picked up his round’s cards. Pair aces. He looked at his sister. “Ari, can I give up?”

Ariel smiled gleefully. “No! But you could give up your shorts!”

Aaron continued. “Come on. You already won five rounds in a row.” He nodded to the pile of clothes by Ariel’s side.

Ariel rolled her eyes. “I’ll raise the stakes. I lose, you take back your clothes. You lose, you lose your pants.” Then she added cheekily, “and your boxers.”

Aaron feigned a groan. “Come on! You probably have a good hand anyway!”

Ariel sighed. “Ok fine, I lose my top too? Come on…my cards aren’t THAT good.”

Another feigned sigh. “Ok whatever, I’ll get ready to lose my pants then.”

His sister rubbed her hands happily. “Alright then! Show your cards.”

“You first.” Aaron pouted.

“Pair kings!” she slapped the cards onto the floor gleefully.

“Well sis…start stripping cause I got PAIR ACES!” Aaron laughed. “HA! Take it off!”

“You tricked me!” she whined. “Fine fine, I’ll take it off!”

And she pulled her shirt off her head, leaving Aaron to gap at her bra. “Wow.” Her breasts weren’t big, they weren’t small, they were just perfect humps on her chest. Anyhow, Ariel’s brother liked what he saw. A tent quickly formed under his boxers. Alarmed and his reaction, he quickly used a hand and subdued his erection.

“Ok! Another round! This is a showdown! Loser takes all! OFF!” Ariel laughed. Aaron was feeling pretty warm now, despite the rain. A primal part of him wanted his sister to lose this round, and her clothes. But, he knew he was bad at this game. So he said, “Ok, deal me.”

Ariel dealt the cards and looked at her own. A smile formed on her face and she said, “How about, we raise the stakes?”

“Aww, come on sis…”

“Loser does a dare on top of stripping!” Ariel exclaimed, her eyes fixated at her cards.

“Ok…” Aaron looked at his pair threes. “I’m seriously going to lose.”

“Well…prepare to strip then!” Ariel giggled.

And then an idea came to his mind. “Hey!” Aaron shouted. “Why is the window open? The rain is coming in!” Ariel turned. “Oh no!” and ran to close it.

In that short time, Aaron quickly swapped a card. Ariel came back and sat down, cards gripped tightly in her hand. Aaron noticed spots of rain on her bra and his erection twitched again.

“Alright! Showdown! 3 aces and 2 threes! I have a full house!” Ariel exclaimed in delight.

“Well sis…” Aaron said in a low voice. “I have 2 threes, along with those pair threes, makes a 4 of a kind! YOU LOSE! HAHA!”

Ariel was baffled. “But that’s not fair! My hand was so good!”

Aaron feigned a sigh. “Well, we have our lucky breaks…so you lost. Take them all off!” He could barely contain the excitement in his voice. Pouting, reached behind her back and undid her bra, and letting it fall off her chest. She then stood up and undid her jeans and pulled both it and her panties off her hips. She then kicked them off her ankles and then faced her brother with her hands outstretched. “Happy?”

More than happy. Aaron’s erection was now so strong it hurt. His face was of absolute shock; his sister’s full nakedness there for his eyes to take in. His eyes scanned her body from top to bottom. They stopped at her naval.

Ariel noticed his eyes. “Ok! I think that’s enough.” She hurriedly sat down and closed her legs, face blushing. Then she noticed the tent in his boxers. “Oh my! You got hard again!”
Aaron snapped out of his trance and hurried to hide his erection. Ariel pulled his hands away. “Don’t block it! I wanna see!” and she tugged off his boxers so fast he had no time to react. His erection now stood tall in front of his sister. Bright red and swollen. Ariel giggled.

“Wonder why it gets like this?” she thought out loud.

“No idea. It gets like this when I think of your body.” Aaron blurted.

“Really? That’s funny! But I wonder why it needs to be hard and long.”

“You know…I think I know.” Aaron raised a finger. “I think its for insertion.”

Ariel gave him a wry look. “Yea. In my mouth.”

“No, I don’t think its just that. Hey, spread your legs.” He said absent-mindedly.
“W-what? What for?” Ariel asked, puzzled. “Just do it.” Aaron said impatiently.
“No! I don’t like the way you look at it.” Ariel was stubborn. “Come on…” Aaron gripped his sister’s two legs and pried them open, amid her protests. The legs came apart and Aaron could now see the slit in between her legs. The outer layer of skin was stretched open and he could see that there was a hole inside. Somehow, it looked very inviting to him.
“Hey! What are you doing! Close it!” Ariel yelped. Aaron instead began to crawl between his sister’s legs and he pressed her to the floor. “What are you doing!”
“I think my penis is hard and long because it is supposed to be put into something, and I don’t think it was your mouth. I think it goes between your legs.” Aaron said matter-of-factly.
“I’m feeling uncomfortable. And I pee from there! Nono! Get off!” she made to push him off. But he pressed her down. “Come on. Treat this as the dare. I dare you to lay still and let me try this.”
She began to protest, then quieted down escort bayan gaziantep and tried to look at what was happening at her naval from her lying position. With his sister silenced, Aaron proceeded to guide his penis with a hand then fitting it into his sister’s vagina. The moment its tip touched her, she squirmed. “Aaron, I feel really weird.” He shushed her and eased himself into her. He felt his penis move slowly inward. He began to feel a strange excitement. Then it hit a wall.
“Aaron! Can you take it out now!” Ariel said, half screaming.
“I don’t understand…why I can’t I go in?” Aaron wondered. Ariel had enough. She reached with her hand and pulled out her brother’s penis out from her crotch. She then pushed him off her body and stood up. “That’s because you’re not supposed to go in! Now can we not play with our bodies? You can give me another dare. Not this.”
Aaron stood up, his mind was puzzled. He was sure his erection was for insertion. He just knew it belonged in his sister’s body. But he didn’t know where. “Ariel.” Aaron said suddenly. “I think I got it wrong! I think I know the right place to put it!”
“No, I felt really weird just now! I don’t want to play this anymore.” Ariel said. Aaron clasped his hands together. “Just one more try! If it doesn’t work we’ll do something else. Deal?”
Ariel looked at him. “Fine.” She dropped her hands to her sides. “What do I do?”

Aaron got excited again. “Turn around and bend over.”

She went over to the bed and did so. “Now what?”

Aaron went over his sister and stretched open her bum. There was a hole there. “I found it! Here, kneel over the bed, I can’t reach it.” His sister complied.

Overwhelming with excitement, he quickly went behind his sister and once again tried to feed his erection into his sister’s behind. The hole stretched open slightly, but it was too tight. “Hey sis,” she looked back. “I need you to wet my thing for me. Can you suck it abit?”

Ariel sighed. “Alright.” She turned around. “Let’s get this over quick.” She held his penis in one hand and then put it in her mouth to suck. After a few seconds, Aaron pulled out in spite of himself. “Ok, thanks, turn around again.”

Ariel turned around and lay face down on the bed, clearly bored.

“Alright, here goes.” Aaron said as he put the now lubricated shaft into the hole again. It stretched and admitted his member. With a deep breath, Aaron thrust his hip inward.

In went all the way in. Ariel’s muscles sensed the intrusion and immediately clamped tightly on it, sending a million jolts of ecstasy throughout Aaron. It felt so good! His hips began to instinctively move in and out of his sister.

The feeling was different for the girl. The sudden penetration came as a complete shock. Ariel’s face changed rapidly from that of boredom to one of shock and pain. Her brother’s penis was painfully stretching her anal muscle and it hurt as hell. Her abdomen burned with pain and she screamed, “AHHH!! IT HURTS!!! TAKE IT OUT!! TAKE IT OUT!!! “

Aaron was thrown into a state of panic and pleasure. His penis didn’t want to come out, but at the same time, he could see his sister thrashing in the sheets, screaming for him to. Brotherly instinct forced him to pull out. But unfortunately for Ariel, her anal muscles were gripping the shaft so tight that it prevented it from being removed completely. It was stuck.

With every effort to pull out, Ariel involuntarily squeezed his manhood even harder, he began to feel increasingly aroused. But at the same time, he was worried about his sister, who was crying. “It’s stuck! It’s too tight!” he said desperately.

“Just finish it! Make it come out! AHH!” Ariel cried amid sobs. Aaron reacted quickly and willed himself to ejaculate. He moved faster, moving in and out of his sister rapidly. The fuzzy excitement increased, but so did his sister’s screaming.

After another agonizing minute for Ariel, she finally heard her brother say, “Ari Ari! I’m-I’m…coming!” and then she felt the familiar swelling of her brother’s member. She then felt a sudden spurt of warmth being injected into her. She shuddered in pain as her brother moaned and dumped his goo in her.

Aaron was exhausted. He lay on his sister, stroking her smooth back as he felt his penis deflating inside her. “Are you ok?” he asked her gingerly before slowly removing his penis. Ariel’s body relaxed as the member was removed from her. She was still sobbing. “Just…get…away from me.”

Aaron backed off. Just then the phone rang.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hey kids! The rain has stopped! Ground’s a little muddy. I’ll be coming over with the horses, be there in 5!” said his father over then phone.

Panic. Aaron immediately rushed to put on his clothes. His sister was naked and lying on the bed, white fluid dribbling out of her anus. He went over. “Ariel! Ariel! Dad’s coming! Quick get dressed!” She ignored him.

Perplexed, he pulled her upright to press her bra against her breasts and then stretching them behind her back. He then pulled her shirt over her and dropped her to find something to towel the goo from her bum.

“Kids!” the twin’s father called. Aaron froze. For a second. Then he gave up finding the towel and put her panties through her legs and just pulled it over her butt. A dark stain formed immediately. Aaron had just put on his sister’s jeans when his dad popped his dad in the door. “Ready to go?” he then saw his daughter’s prone position. “What’s with her?”

“Erm, nothing, she just ate a million year old cake and her stomach just reacted. I think she’s fine now. Just a little weak. I’ll ride her home.” Aaron lied.

“Ok, come on! Mum’s cooked something real nice today.”

Aaron scooped up his sister and guided her out of the lodge.

End of Part 2

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The joyous repetition of day four was great. This morning it was Steve and Matt who woke me up. Steve was sucking my cock while Matt was working his finger into me from behind. Steve’s cock was inches from my face so I stroked it before I took the head in my mouth. Our mutual sucking filled the room with sounds of sex.

Matt, lying on his side, parted my cheeks with his hand. His cock opened me for the first time of the day. The three of us rocked in unison as our joy filled the room.

Ben and Malcolm came in the room and took position. Malcolm got behind Steve and Ben got behind Matt. I was the linchpin. I didn’t need to move every thrust of the other people on the bed caused something to move in me. I was lost in a sexual coma as we drove ourselves crazy with lust. Matt and I filled each other’s mouth more or less simultaneously. Steve and Malcolm went off next. Malcolm in Steve and Steve in me. We all rested as we watched Ben twist his hips attacking Matt from different angles and directions. The difference in the sensations drove Matt to swear and shake as he exploded into Matt’s ass. Matt went off again. I sucked the smaller load on my lips and flicked the tip of his twice spent cock.

All of us got dressed and went to our respective hunting spots for most of the day. Ben and I shared our accommodations as usual. But our third man was a slim Rastafarian named Jamal. We spent the morning split between sitting in the hunting chairs, eating the treats that had been packed for us, and screwing in various positions and combinations.

Ben had Jamal bent over the table first. I sucked Jamal before offering him my ass. He drilled me until Ben came over and fed me his cock. I drank his seed as Jamal filled me with his. Jamal sucked me off I sat in my hunting chair and Ben had me jacking him off. The three of us finished with a three way circle jerk before loading the vehicle and returned to the ranch.

Back at our bunkhouse Ben pulled me to the shower, telling me,”I want you to myself”. I couldn’t help but blush. I never thought another man wanting me could make me so excited. We lathered ourselves when both of us were finished covering our bodies with bubbles Ben moved behind me in our usual position. He started slowly pumping in and out until he reached around and grabbed my cock and asked,”You want to move to our bed?”. With closed eyes I nodded my head. We quickly dried off and walked hand in hand to our room.

Ben let me climb onto the bed and lay on my back. Ben moved over me and filled my ass again. He moved bayan escort gaziantep down and kissed my neck as he thrust deeply. He wrapped his arms around me as he again claimed me as his. I moaned and pounded my fists on his back all these contrived to inflame his passions. Ben forced himself repeatedly into me until he filled my naked ass with his joy of fucking me.

Ben pulled out of me and lapped my seed of my body. By the time he had finished he was ready again. I rolled on my stomach and looked over my shoulder. Ben took the meaning and entered me again. This time it was more passionate, less animal fucking.

Ben kissed and bit my neck and shoulders as his hips moved up and down.. I kept moving my ass around so his cock gave me different sensations every time he entered me. Our mutual pleasure grew slowly deliberately as we used each other’s body for our joy. I was near to passing out when ben added his next gift to the one he had already placed there.”Ohhhhh,” I moaned as my back tightened and my cock jerked under me.

We were in bed together when the rest of our friends came in all excited. Steve had shot the first man to shoot anything that didn’t shoot cum back at him.

We dressed and walked down to the cooler where a large mountain goat hung. We all gave Steve praise for his kill. He looked at Ben and asked,”Usual bet?”

Ben smiled and spoke,”Sure. And what is your prize?”

I looked around confused,”What prize?”

Malcolm explained,”The first man to shoot a game animal gets to choose who he gets next. Man or woman. For twenty-four hours.”

“Has any if you picked a woman?” I was seriously curious.

Malcolm looked me in the eyes and said,”All of us are married. But Ben of course. We get pussy all year. What we do vacation is more spice for the rest of the time.”

“So. No,” I can be a bit sarcastic at times.

We all laughed to dinner. Ben and Steve held back as we entered the hall. The kitchen staff were already offering food to all comers. The pudgy lady from the other night gave Malcolm an extra helping of dessert as well as an extra biscuit. They shared a quick glance then Malcolm nodded his head in conformation.

At dinner Ben told us,”Steve has brought me a request for his prize. He wants all of us to get matching tattoos. Our team logo so to speak”

We discussed options. It was funny that none of us questioned getting the tattoo. Just the particulars of the tattoo. After several suggestions we decided cim cif gaziantep escort on a basketball with crossed daggers behind. The placement would be optional, but all of us would have it somewhere on his person.

Malcolm told us he would be back later and left the table. The rest of us returned to the bunkhouse and we settled in for an exceptionally quiet night. Board games, cards, dice all were employed to increase our comradery until someone suggested cutting the cards for clothes. Each man would pick a card and the low man would have to shed on article of clothing.

The cards were shulled, fanned out, and sat on the table. First round Ben lost his shirt. Second Steve lost his. Third round I lost mine. Round four and Malcolm bared his dark chest for all of us. I am always excited by those dark chocolate nipples. From the way Sean was acting he liked them as well. When Malcolm wasn’t paying attention Sean bent over and tongued the rough surface then pulled back before his victim could swat him. Only Matt and I were still completely clothed. Next cut my shirt left me. I do mean lift me. Sean and Malcolm grabbed both sides of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Ben lost his shoes one after the other. Matt’s shirt next. In rapid successive draws all the shoes left us. We were looking at each other when Ben announced,”the next cut the man loses everything.”Since it was midnight and we all had ideas of sex before sleep, on one argued.” I got the low card and my clothes were piled on the sofa. The next round Malcolm pulled the two of spades. Ben took charge again,”The first two naked take room one. The next two room two. The rest three.”

Between Malcolm’s smile and the weapon wagging from his groin I knew I was in trouble.

The next couple was Ben and Steve. They would occupy room two. The last room belonged to Matt and Sean. Since the rest of us were already naked they removed their accoutrements.

I had been absently minded massaging his big black balls since it was decided I was with Malcolm tonight. He was in his glory. Hard as stone his cock hung down due to its impressive weight.

Sean, our usual trouble maker asked a question,”You said Bill was yours only at night.”

Ben confirmed the comment. The realization of his statement made my well filled bottom wink enough that a drip of the mix in me rolled down my bottom to come to rest against my scrotum. It felt like the movement of sweat down my forehead after a heavy exercise session. I shivered cinsel bilgiler at the feeling.

“Tonight I suspend that rule.” Ben pronounced.

“That’s because after farmboy here,” Sean thumbed at Steve,”You aren’t going to have enough to screw ole Billy boy here.” They all laughed but I was more concerned with Malcolm. His tongue was busy in my mouth. Malcolm then wrapped his long arm around me as we entered our bed chamber for the night.

This black god lifted me up and pinned me to the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as his scepter entered me completely. I could feel his body tense with each thrust. My arms around his neck helped our movements. His deep rich voice in my ear kept telling me how good I was. My cock kept tapping against his chest as he drove us both to satisfaction. I felt my black lover as he walked us over to the bed and lay down. My back touched the cool sheets as he shoved into my body again.

Our moans were echoed through the building as several men were enjoying each other.

Malcolm was working his hips faster and faster. My breath raced in and out of my chest as this black god kept pounding my body. I kissed and sucked his nipples as he smothered my body with his. Each nipple or lick was countered by a twitch of his cock. I yelled as his cock hit my prostate and ignited my orgasmic joy. My shaking body triggered my lover’s orgasm and he filled me with his joy.

We lay there resting as we came down from our sexual ovation. I enjoyed our session, but I wanted more. I moved down his side until I was facing his soft cock. I crawled into place and took his chocolate monster into my mouth. I made love to his cock. Lapping it like a dog down one side. I kissed his ball sac and nudged his balls with my nose. Then liking them one at a time. Up the other side until my lips touched the underside of his bronze crown. I took a deep breath and drove my face on his cock until it was shoved into my throat and my nose was in the curly hair of his groin. I gulped several times letting my esophagus muscles work up and down his shaft. Malcolm groaned as his cock stiffened in my throat. Easing it back out, I repeated my manipulations. The third time through Malcolm pulled me on top of him. He easily swallowed my cock as we were locked in an eternal circle. Our muffled moans were a signal of how well each of us knew the others likes and dislikes. Malcolm covered my tonsils with his ejaculate. It pulled out of his mouth and scrambled down his body. I spread his knee and pushed inside. His baritone voice offered approval of my efforts,”Yes. fuck me.” I was an animal. I forced my cock home again and again. I was quickly covered in a sheen of sweat. I used my cock with the speed of a sprinter. Emptying my semen into the man under me.

Straightening the sheets, we eased into sleep, waiting for another day.

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Ashleigh awoke abruptly and laid in her California king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment or two, relaxing her breathing. Listening to her husband’s soft snores also helped ease her mind. “That was one Hell of a nightmare.” she thought to herself, then grimaced at her own childishness. Raising herself slowly, as to not jostle Robert, she crept silently off of her side of the bed and, holding on to the wrought iron headboard for balance, slipped her tiny feet into her satin, ballerina style slippers. She padded across the plush, cream colored carpeting, into the long hallway and into the nearly entirely chrome kitchen. Ashleigh rarely, if ever, cooked but she still had to have the best and the most modern appliances. Ashleigh had to have the best of everything. Ashleigh was spoiled senseless and not one bit ashamed of it. At twenty-two years of age, she had never had to work or fight for anything in her life, and considering her newlywed husband owned multiple law firms, it was doubtful she ever would. Besides, if things didn’t work out with her and her new husband, daddy would always take care of her until she found another suitable, rich husband.

After a few sips of water, she made a face and poured the rest into the sink, opting instead for half a glass of Moscato. Sitting down at the kitchen bar, she lost herself in thought again. She thought of Robert again and smirked at how he was basically just her long-term sugar daddy. At almost twenty years her senior, everyone else knew exactly what he was as well but she didn’t care. “If you can get it, flaunt it!”, she thought and smirked again, a facial expression that was nearly permanent, alternating only with a look of disdain that she gave nearly everyone and a big smile when she got what she wanted. However, this did nothing to diminish her attractiveness and she knew it. At five foot one and one hundred and three pounds, she was slender and curvy in all the right places. Since she was so petite, her breasts weren’t incredibly large, only a B cup, but they were firm and perky, her small pink nipples pointing outwards perfectly. She had a flat stomach wiith slightly wider hips than she would have liked and an athletic rear that was round and tight but still soft to the touch. Thinking of her body, she stretched out a leg from short, silk robe, pointed her toes and admired it. It was toned and shapely from numerous hours a week with her personal trainer. She only wished that her skin tone could be slightly darker, but running her french tipped fingernails through her stylishly cut, shoulder length, ruby colored hair reminded her of why that couldn’t be. “At least I don’t have those hideous freckles.” she thought to herself for comfort. She still turned the heads of all the men at her husband’s dinner parties in her push up bra and Herves Leger bandage dress. She chuckled as she thought of how all of the other trophy wives immediately disliked her.

Sipping the last of her wine, she glanced at the kitchen wall clock and decided to go on back to bed. She had been in the kitchen for at least thirty minutes. She would have to be careful not to wake her husband, since it was 4:00 and he would have to be up and out for work in a couple of hours. Opening the bedroom door quietly, she made her way through the darkness, being careful not to bump into anything. Settling back into bed, she had the urge to show her new hubby some affection. Snuggling against him and throwing her arm around him, she started to drift back off to sleep…and then she realized something was wrong. “What is that smell?” she wondered, putting her nose more into Robert’s neck. It was a completely different smell, a completely different cologne. Robert always smelled of Armani and aftershave, this smelled like…AXE? Ugh! Ashleigh ran her hand down and over the arm of her ‘husband’, noting that the muscles were bigger and bulkier than they should have been and panic struck her. She leaped up, but she was too late. The stranger in her bed caught her by the throat and threw her back down on her back, effectively cutting off her air supply at the same time.

As Ashleigh flailed and kicked, but to no avail, the man forced one of her arms upwards and repositioned himself in one, swift move so that his knee was on her throat. When he had her pinned, he clicked her wrist into a pair of handcuffs and then locked the other side into one of the thick, ornate designs in the headboard. Ashleigh was no longer fighting at this point, she just wanted to breathe. Her head was throbbing, her lungs were on fire and her entire body was screaming for oxygen, when, mercifully, he removed his weight off of her windpipe. Every ragged breath she took in felt like it was laced with crushed glass. Sobbing and gasping for air, her other arm was ripped away from her and attached to the headboard in the same fashion.

She then felt the bed shift, and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was leaving. Instead, he flipped the switch for the overhead light, leaving her blinded. She turned her head and blinking back tears, opened her eyes. Propped up in the corner was Robert, her husband, his eyes open and vacant, his throat slit from ear to ear. Ashleigh screamed, her blood frozen in her veins, her heart somewhere in her stomach. “Holy shit…Robert!” she half cried, half whispered. Then she raised her eyes to the man and was immediately brought to reality by his smile and the malicious glint in his cold, blue eyes. “If you want our money, there’s a safe in Robert’s office, the code is 286-” the man strode to her in three, quick steps and promptly hit her. Hard. “I don’t want your fuckin’ money, bitch!” he growled “I want to show you what happens to snobby, little cunts. Or, actually, I want to show you what happens to the cunts of snobby, little cunts.”. At this, he laughed, presumably at his own wit, Ashleigh thought. Right now, her skin was crawling, her ears were ringing, her head was pounding, her lungs were still burning, she was restrained and her husband was dead in the corner of their bedroom. “How can this get any worse?” she cried inside her own mind. She just hoped that she would live. Her only hope was that someone would come by the house when Robert didn’t show up for work in the morning. She still had a few more hours to get through.

The man then turned away from her and pulled a black, nondescript duffel bag out from under the nightstand. He slammed the bag down onto the nightstand, knocking the Tiffany lamp to the floor. He then flashed Ashleigh the coldest, cruelest, most evil smile she had ever seen outside of a movie. “I have to keep him talking” she thought frantically, “if I keep him talking, it will take up more time.”. “Why did you kill Robert?” she implored. “Was he the target or am I? I don’t understand.”. “Of course you’re the ‘target’, you stupid bitch. Did you think you could always flaunt yourself in front of everybody and look down on everyone other than your little, rich friends and husband and turn your nose up at them without someone bringing you down a few notches? That’s what you need, you know. You need to be knocked off of your high horse, maybe you need some common dick in your mouth. Maybe that will help you out!”. She was taken aback. He was practically shaking from anger, screaming at her, so close to her face that spit had hit her. Maybe she deserved this from some people, but she didn’t think she had ever even seen this man before. “Th-th-then why did you kill Robert?” she asked in a tiny voice. His entire stance changed. He shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone “It was nothing personal. While it may have been fun to bind and gag him and make him watch his hot, young wife being fucked like a street whore, I have better plans for him. It definitely wasn’t done to hurt you, even though you’re so in love with him.” his voice was dripping with sarcasm there “you’re incapable of loving anyone or anything other than money and yourself. We’ll see if you don’t appreciate more than that before the day is over.”.

Ashleigh’s mouth opened and closed to say something, but nothing came to her mind. She couldn’t argue with that, she just never had anyone tell her that to her face before. The last twenty minutes had been the worst minutes of her life. It was the first time she had, had anyone put their hands around her throat, the first time she had been restrained, the first time she had been hit and certainly the first time she was around death so near. She knew it was only going to get worse. The man unzipped his duffel bag and gave her a wide grin. “I have goodies for you, Ashleigh. Don’t you just love presents?”.

The man began pulling items out of his bag, but Ashleigh couldn’t see what the items were. Her view was obstructed by the thick, fluffy pillows on either side of her. She took this time to study him through her fear and slowly increasing dread. He was tall, at least she thought he was, it was hard to tell with her laying down. He was wide-chested, extremely muscular from what she felt of his arms, and deeply tanned. She thought of the feel of his hands on her and remembered that they were heavily calloused. His nearly buzz-cut hair was a deep, dark brown, black away from the light. He had a strong jawline, covered with short, stubbly hairs, a thick nose that looked as if it had been broken once or twice and small, beady, dark eyes that flickered dangerously when he looked in her direction. At the moment, he was completely ignoring her, softly adıyaman escort humming a tune while extracting items, looking at them closely, and then, dissatisfied, putting them back and pulling something else out.

Reality struck Ashleigh. “My God, I’m tied up and trapped with a homicidal maniac that just killed my husband!” she thought frantically. At this, she began to twist her body and attempt to make her hands small enough to slide through the handcuffs. It was no good, the madman had fastened them on her wrists so tight, they felt like they were drawing blood everytime she twisted her tiny fists. The man looked up quickly at the sudden movement and turned his body towards her, reaching out and bouncing her skull off of the headboard once, twice, three times. Black dots danced in front of her eyes. “Don’t struggle, bitch. There will be plenty of reason for that later. Right now, I want you as docile as a fuckin’ lamb, you understand me?!”. It sounded as if he were speaking underwater to Ashleigh, but she mutely nodded. He smiled at her assent.

When he finished laying out his assortment of ‘goodies’ where Ashleigh couldn’t see them, he approached her once more. “Spread your legs.” he demanded in a slightly softer tone. She blinked and complied. He stared down at her for a moment, appraising his prize. From the way his jeans tightened, she could tell he was pleased and it made her feel sick. He slowly untied the sash to her satin robe, painstakingly so, and opened it so that the fabric fell on either side of her body, leaving her in only her short, silky nightgown. He ran his rough palm from her knee to the inside of her very inner thigh and she instinctively closed her legs together. He paused and contemplated the situation, then suddenly dug his fingers painfully into the muscles in her thighs, and wrenched them back apart. He then taunted her in a deep, menacing tone “What’s the matter Ashleigh? I’m just looking. I thought you liked when people looked?” he dug his fingers into her flesh harder, “keep them apart.”. She whimpered and her back arched and her muscles tensed from the pain this man was inflicting on her. He let go and her muscles finally released. She kept her thighs spread.

He leaned over and plucked an item from the floor and brought it up to the bed. It was a rather large hunting knife. Ashleigh noticed the drying blood on the blade and her Moscato nearly came back up. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die!”, she screamed shrilly inside of her head. With that thought, came the tears, fat drops that ran down her cheeks and wouldn’t stop. The stranger smirked at her “Oh, stop your blubbering, you pitiful, little bitch. I’m not going to stab you yet.”. He raised the knife in both hands and made to plunge the blade into her abdomen, changing it’s course at the last moment. He laughed out loud at her scream and the fruitless quarter turn of her body. The knife instead made contact with the straps of her nightgown, easily slicing through the fabric. He dropped the knife to the mattress, pointing towards her side, she noted with apprehension, and tugged the nightgown down over her legs and off of her body. She was now clad only in her pink panties, boyshorts made entirely of lace. She felt so completely exposed and embarrassed. Shamed at not being able to cover herself, she covered the only thing she could. Turning her head, she buried her face in the pillow to her right and sobbed.

The stranger’s eyes perused her body, gleaming with anticipation. He took in her small, firm breasts, perfectly pink nipples, delicate collar-bone, her flat, toned stomach and the shadows between ribs not quite seen. Ashleigh removed her face from the damp pillow to breathe and was met with the cool gaze of the psychotic man in her home. He smiled sardonically at the shape she was in. Pieces of her normally perfect, red hair were stuck to her face from her tears, her eyes were red and puffy, her lips quivering. His eyes reflected his pleasure at seeing such a bitchy, well-off woman reduced to nothing but a pathetic, sniveling mess.

He forced his fingers through the small holes in the lace of her panties and pulled hard, effectively ripping them. He repeated the process once more and the panties were gone, revealing the most private part of her body. Like the rest of her, her cunt was small, the pink barely visible past her outer pussy lips. He ran a single finger over the delicate flesh and traced it to her bare, smooth mound. He raised his hand and brought it down hard, causing Ashleigh’s eyes to snap open and for her to squeal. If she kept her eyes squeezed shut, she could imagine that none of this was actually happening. The man forced a large, dry finger inside of her and twirled it slightly, testing her tightness and causing a mewling sound to erupt from her lips. It was uncomfortable, humilating and something she had to endure if she wanted to live through the day.

He pressed his finger further into her pussy, up to his knuckle and continued his slow rotation, forcing it in and out while his breathing grew heavier. She swivelled her hips, attempting to dislodge his digit from deep inside of her but he gripped the side of her ass, holding her in place as he continued his assault. He suddenly raised up on his knees and simultaneously pulled down the zipper on his jeans and forced them down along with his boxers. Ashleigh lifted her head up and opened her eyes quickly at the sound of his zipper, just in time to witness his erection spring free. He gripped his dick in his hand and directed it towards her defenseless cunt while holding her left leg in the crook of his arm. “Stop!” she cried through her tears, “Please don’t do that, please! Please…”. She had only ever been with Robert, he was the only one who could afford it. She gave it to him enough to keep him satisfied, but considering that he was always working and usually tired, it didn’t happen very often. She refused anything other than handjobs and vaginal intercourse. Now she didn’t have the choice of refusing anything.

The fiend curled his lip up distastefully, but other than that, ignored her completely. He positioned himself against her cunt lips and pressed forward slowly, wrapping his arms around her thighs tightly. She gasped at the intrusion, feeling every inch of him filling her and hating her body for accomodating him, stretching around his thick cock. She cried harder and begged him once more “Please stop! I don’t want this! I don’t want-” she began sobbing too intensely to continue. He responded by pulling out…and slamming himself back into her, all of him. He continued to do this, fucking her hard and fast, insensitive to the searing pain that radiated through her lower abdomen with every thrust. She tried to push him out with her pussy muscles, but succeeded only in making him pierce her more violently. He was concerned only with the feel of her tight cunt squeezing his dick, the feel of her velvety lips against him each time he pulled out and the slickness of her pussy walls. After what felt like an eternity to Ashleigh, he finally thrusted one, last time and stilled. She felt the warm spurt that he released inside of her and then he slowly pulled out, almost reluctantly. She allowed her body to relax, hoping that the ordeal was over. The man removed himself from the mattress, leaving her exhausted and trembling, her chest heaving with silent sobs.

He rummaged again through the black, canvas duffel bag, pulling out items once more and placing them out of her line of vision. He exited the room and remained gone for a few moments. When he returned, he had Robert’s vintage brandy in his hand. He tilted it towards Robert’s body and took a long swig out of the bottle. He wiped a spilled drop off of the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and offered the bottle to her with a smile. Ashleigh narrowed her eyes and shook her head forcibly. This psycho disgusted her, he terrified her, hurt her and made her blood boil all at once. He swallowed a few more gulps of the aged liquor and slammed the bottle down on the dresser, beside Robert.

He approached the bed once more and sat next to Ashleigh. He reached over and trailed his hand lightly down her restrained body, starting at her collarbone and making his way down and over her tight stomach, and down to her inner thighs. He traced back up her inner thigh to her mound and rested his hand there. He then, without warning, deftly twisted her legs and lower half to the side, leaving her arms and chest straight but putting her in an awkward, uncomfortable position. He pushed his dick back through the folds of her already sore, well-used pussy. He stroked once or twice inside of her and then pulled out, his cock well coated from his own cum.

He then positioned himself against her tightly pursed asshole. Ashleigh’s eyes grew huge and she cried frantically “Please don’t put it there! Anywhere else! Anywhere!”. He responded in a flat tone, “I’ll be gentle.” and with that, pressed himself forward. He put his weight down on her hip and the side of her ass, holding her in the position she was in, giving him easy access to her holes. He pushed through the elastic ring in the entrance of her ass, forcing himself deeper and deeper until he was, at last, balls deep in her bowels. Once he opened her up, he fucked her harder, pulling out and ramming himself back in, causing his balls to slap sharply against akkent escort her ass cheek. She shrieked and screamed, attempted to move her body from his the best she could and clenched her muscles, trying to slow his assault on her body. Beads of pain-induced sweat began to raise on her skin, reacting to the burning in her hole, the burning of the muscles being stretched tight from the position she was in and the sharp ache in her intestines. The madman continued to slam himself mercilessly into her, taking his pleasure the way he wanted it. He forced himself as deep as he could go and stilled, emptying himself inside of her. He pulled out of Ashleigh, slightly quicker this time around and climbed off of the bed, ignoring her completely. She noticed streaks of blood, her blood, on his dick. She straightened her body out, pressed her thighs as tight together as she could manage and bawled.

He reappeared almost immediately, with his hand behind his back and a delighted expression on his face. “Time for your ‘goodies’, Ashleigh.” he stated, pulling out a rather large dildo from where it was concealed behind his back. “It’s pink…your favorite color, right?”. With that, he once again lifted himself onto the furniture she was being forced to inhabit. She closed her eyes briefly, not bothering to respond. When she re-opened them, she glanced at the ornate, wall clock hanging in the bedroom. It was 6:37, she had maybe another hour and a half until someone would maybe come check on Robert. She could only pray that if someone did come for them, she wouldn’t be trapped in such a vulnerable position as this one. She was desperate to keep at least a shred of dignity.

Her legs were wrenched apart by the stranger and kept that way. He held the large, rubber dong to her cunt lips and then hesitated. He dropped her leg and then reached over the side of the bed, bringing back up a small bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a small bit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it around the head of the ‘toy’. Then satisfied, he re-positioned his hand, so that the dildo was once again pressed against her vagina. He pushed harder and then forced the wide rubber into her. Ashleigh screamed and bucked her hips, trying to prevent him from violating her further. She was stretched so tight, the entrance to her pussy felt as if it were on fire. He rotated the object slightly, slowly fucking her deeper with it. When it was all the way inside of her, he held it there. All she felt was the burning, stretching sensation, driving her mad with agony. With her pussy stuffed, he used his free hand to pick up the bottle of lube and let a few drops fall on to her asshole.

He shoved his cock in, hard, while using his free hand to prevent the force from pushing the dildo out. He fucked her raw and already injured asshole roughly, no slow approach this time. Ashleigh felt as if she were being torn apart. She had never been this miserable or this full. Sweat dripped from her brow and her face contorted as she tried to hold on in screams, while pulling on her restraints. He continued his fast, even rhythm and used his palm to move the toy around inside of her cunt at the same time. This time when he came, he gripped her ass tightly and groaned, stilling immediately. She could feel him twitch in her hypersensitive hole. As she had come to expect at this point, he rolled away from her immediately and yanked his jeans back to his waist.

Ashleigh felt the dildo slowly inching itself out of her and didn’t even react when she felt the weight of it land on the mattress. She was so tired. She hadn’t been able to feel her arms for the past couple of hours, her body was ravaged and sore, everywhere. She wished that this was all a nightmare that she could wake up from, or, at the very least, she wished that she could simply drift away. Away from this man forever.

She was brought back to her body by the feeling of the dildo being shoved back into her cunt. She wearily opened her eyes and saw that he was holding a roll of duct tape and that there was something else on the bed between her legs, something black. She couldn’t tell what it was. She closed her eyes again. She was powerless to stop anything he wanted to do, she was better off just accepting whatever he did to her. She felt something prod against her used, lower hole and she opened her eyes once more. Ashleigh at least wanted to know what was going on. “I don’t like surprises..”, she vaguely remembered. Seeing that her eyes were open, the savage held up a black, slightly bullet shaped object, with a flared base, that was only slightly smaller than the one in her pussy and waved it at her. Then he smiled and Ashleigh barely even registered the malice in his expression. She simply closed her eyes once more. He pressed the plug against her hole until the tip was in and wiggled, twirled and rotated it until it was in all the way, using only his cum for lubricant. She heard him rip a piece off of the roll, then felt the tape on her skin and knew that it was used to hold in the ‘toys’. He ripped off another and another, until the dildo and the plug were held securely inside of her body.

She registered the pain, but didn’t react to it. Her body was completely full. She gazed down at her abdomen and noted that her lower belly was swollen. She also noticed that the man was gone. She hadn’t felt his weight shift off of the bed. She glanced at the wall clock once again and read it with dull eyes. It was 7:21.

Much to her dismay, the man returned a moment later, his eyes bright. He held out his palm towards her. Nestled in them were three binder clips, taken from Robert’s office. He reached Ashleigh and stroked her breasts, one at a time. He alternated between rubbing, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Once one was hard, he squeezed the clip and opened it, attaching it to her nipple. Her body bucked involuntarily, but she remained quiet. He repeated the process on the other. This time, as the clip bit into her nipple, she whimpered.

He traced his familiar route over her body, reaching her battered and abused cunt. He moved his body to follow his hand and once he reached his destination, pulled her lips apart to view her clit. He stroked it with one finger, rubbing it up and down and then flicking the tip of his finger across it quickly. It was the first time her clit had been touched in those three and a half hours of Hell and she could feel her abdomen tightening in response, confusing and outraging her. How dare her body like this? Both of her holes were stretched and full and she had been viciously raped for hours. She refused to let this man make her orgasm. She could feel her body reaching, but before she could grasp it, she felt the sharp, unyielding pinch of the third clip on her most sensitive part. She howled in response and her hips bucked desperately in an attempt to remove it. All of her nerve endings protested loudly. The sudden pain in those three places reawakened the pain in the rest of her body.

Ashleigh watched him come closer to her, with apprehension. She really didn’t know what was left for him to do to her. She waited for him to pull the hunting knife back out, but he surprised her by straddling her chest with shocking agility. He pulled his cock through his zipper and forced her head upwards by her hair, effectively pulling her mouth to his dick. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. If I feel any teeth, I will reunite you with your husband.”, he warned Ashleigh. “I-I…don’t know how to do…that.”, she admitted in a small voice. The maniac jerked her hair backwards and looked her in the face. She kept her eyes lowered, refusing to meet his. “You’ve never done this?” he inquired in a mildly surprised tone. Ashleigh shook her head the best she could with his hold on her hair. He mused aloud. “Huh. I figured you for one of those stuck-up girls in high school who wouldn’t let their boyfriends get past a blow-job.”.

He thought for a moment and then gripped her jaw, squeezing it hard enough to force her teeth apart and ensuring that they stayed that way. “Put out your tongue and keep it there.”, he commanded. She complied. He pulled her mouth back up to his cock and rubbed the head down the length of her tongue. She tasted herself there and cringed in disgust. “Open your mouth wider.” he said, through ragged breaths. She did and he put just the tip of his dick in her pretty, pink mouth before telling her “Wrap your lips around your teeth.”. She was confused for a moment, but once she did so, he pushed half of himself into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, repulsed by the strange, new texture on her tongue and the mixture of bodily flavors in her mouth. He slowly inserted one or two more inches before shoving the rest of himself inside of her throat. He held his dick there, relishing the feel of her throat swallowing and convulsing around him. For the second time that day, Ashleigh couldn’t breathe. She tried to pull herself away from him but succeeded only in making him pull her closer. Her lungs began to burn, but then he pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to suck in air before he re-entered. He slowly fucked her mouth, pulling out only once more before he came, to slap her face with his rigid dick. When it was time, he quickly withdrew his cock and shot on her face, but not before a hot spurt hit her tongue. He had now conquered all of her orifices. “The look suits a little cock-sucking gaziantep anal yapan escort whore like you.”, he told her, not unkindly.

Instead of leaving her side, he merely turned his head towards the corner. “It’s really not fair for Robert to have to watch you fuck and suck someone else for hours, when he himself has never even felt your mouth. Don’t you think?”. Ashleigh stared at the man mutely, her eyes wide, her pain and the feeling of his cum on her face momentarily forgotten. She hoped with all her might that he was not implying what she thought he was. He stood up and tucked himself back into his jeans, before he turned back towards her and, producing a key from his pocket, unlocked one of the cuffs from the headboard, letting her arm fall. Ashleigh moved it until sharp pins and needles chased away the numbness in her limb. He made his way around the bed, and reaching the other cuff, unlocked it. He then flipped her over and swiftly locked one of the empty cuffs around her other wrist. When she was restrained securely, with both arms cuffed behind her back, he unlocked the useless handcuff and removed it from her body. He straightened and, grabbing the knife, the lube and the duct tape on the way to his bag, tossed all four items inside.

He returned to her and picked her up easily, one arm around her shoulders, the other around the backs of her knees. She didn’t resist. He carried her across the room and dropped her on her knees in front of Robert. She lost her balance on impact and fell forward on the carpet. The man pulled her up by her arms and she was then staring into Robert’s dead eyes. Up close, his wound was even more gruesome. His neck was practically severed, the only thing keeping his head forward was the wall behind him. Ashleigh gagged and dry-heaved, the sight combined with the concentrated smell of death was too much for her stomach to handle. As she did so, she noticed blood on the carpet, leading to the master bathroom, which was closed. “Robert must have awakened while I was in the kitchen, went to the bathroom and was then killed.” she reasoned, and then realized with a sinking feeling “This man was going to hide until Robert went to work. He really did only want me.”. Ashleigh began sobbing again, crying for Robert, crying for herself and crying over the guilt she felt.

“Stop your crying, you little bitch.”, commanded the man in a cold voice. Ashleigh sucked back sobs, but the tears continued to run down her face. He kneeled in front of Robert’s dead body and tugged his pajama bottom’s down to around his thighs. He then stepped away. “Look Ashleigh, he’s already stiff for you.”, he mocked. Ashleigh tried not to look, but she couldn’t help it. “Did you know, Ashleigh, that if you sever a main artery, like say, the jugular and then position the corpse upright, that gravity will push the blood downwards and keep a dick hard, even before full rigor-mortis? Crazy how shit works.”. She remained silent, her tears falling steadily. “Now what I want you to do is give him what you’ve never given him before. Suck him like the cock-sucking whore you’ve proven to be.”. Ashleigh stared at him, horrified, and shook her head vigorously. “No.” she said in a hoarse whisper, and then clearer “No.”. The psycho’s eyes glinted dangerously. “You’re telling me ‘no’? You’re mistaken, you don’t have the option of telling me ‘no’ you fuckin’ bitch!”. He crouched down behind her and whispered in her ear “You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, when I tell you to fuckin’ do it.”. Then he pushed her head into the crotch of Robert. She shook her head and tried to force herself back up, but on her knees, with her arms bound behind her, she couldn’t do much. “Open your mouth.”. She refused and he struck her in the jaw, hard. She squeezed her eyes shut and bared the pain until he did it again and then she relented. As soon as her lips parted, he shoved her mouth on Robert’s dick. Unable to hold herself up, she fell mouth first onto his cock when the man gave her head a hard push.

Once Robert’s cool, dry dick was in her mouth, he let her go. Ashleigh swivelled her shoulders and screamed around him in horror and disgust, her stomach heaving. The man was obviously enjoying the show. He reached over and slapped her ass, jostling the objects still inside of her. She stilled, took a deep breath through her nose and concentrated on raising herself up. She was nearly off of Robert’s dick when the nameless man thrust her head downwards once more and then tore off the tape holding the dildo inside of her. He pulled out the toy and let it fall to the ground, swiftly entering her. She groaned in misery around Robert and the man shoved her head downwards, all the way, impaling her throat with Robert’s cock and holding her head there while he fucked her even harder than he had before. She couldn’t breathe again. He had a firm hold on her head as he mercilessly pounded her pussy. Dots danced before her eyes and her thoughts grew fuzzy. She was being suffocated by her dead husband’s dick. The slapping sounds of his balls against her flesh had begun to fade out when he finally shot off inside of her and then flipped her over on her back. Ashleigh turned over on her side, coughing, sputtering and gasping in as much oxygen as she could.

She was still on her side, coughing, with tears streaming down her face when the nameless man wordlessly removed the tape holding the plug inside of her. She felt him pull it out of her slowly, but didn’t react. She didn’t even fight when he turned her to face him and then lifted her to her feet. She avoided his eyes as he walked her backwards, Ashleigh felt her foot bump into Roberts leg and her stomach dropped once more.

The man kicked her legs out from under her, bringing her to her knees. As she landed, she noticed Robert’s legs on either side of her. He pushed her backwards, scraping her knees raw on the carpet until she felt her arms press against her husband’s torso. She cringed and shut her eyes tight, she didn’t want to know what else he had planned for her, although she had a sinking suspicion already. The brute gripped her by the hips and hoisted her body up, raising her enough for her to feel Robert’s cock pressed against her abused hole. “You’ve never given your husband your ass, have you?” inquired the man in a cold, yet amused tone, “I think it’s about time that you did.”. With that, he pushed her down slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of Robert as his cold, stiff dick pierced her asshole. When he was completely sheathed, the man spread and lifted Ashleigh’s legs, causing the weight of her body to drive Robert even deeper inside of her. She gasped and was half sobbing from disgust when he rammed into her pussy and joined her husband inside of her. He lifted her hips off of Robert and pulled out slightly as he did so, then pushed her back down on Robert’s cock as he thrusted inside of her. He continued this perverse threesome, making her ride her husband’s dick deep into her ass while he fucked her, deeper still, in her pussy. The degradation she felt outweighed the pain, even though both of her holes were already sore and tortured from hours of abuse.

Without warning, the man dropped her hips, causing Robert to impale her quickly. No longer concerned with raising her up and down to ride Robert, he instead positioned his hand over her mound and used his thumb to quickly stroke her clit, as he continued to grind inside of her stretched hole. He fingered her clit in rhythm to his strokes, rubbing it faster as his thrusts grew frenzied. She could feel the pressure growing inside of her, her orgasm not caring about the circumstances or who was causing it. Ashleigh’s hips began to buck against her will, matching his thrusts and causing Robert’s dick to rub against her insides at the same time. He continued to fuck her hard, pounding into her as he relentlessly rubbed her most sensitive part. He leaned forward and bit her nipple, the sudden sensation causing her orgasm to erupt within her. She whimpered and stilled, her legs trembling as she came hard. The man pressed deep into her, held himself there and came as well.

The man calmly withdrew himself from her and lifted Ashleigh off of Robert’s dick, dropping her unceremoniously to the floor, where she again rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position. He stood and picked up the discarded dildo and plug from where they laid on the floor and walked over to his bag and tossed them back in. He surveyed the room, making sure there was nothing left of his. He didn’t care about the handcuffs, they were being put to good use. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stood in the doorway of the bedroom for a moment, studying the once haughty woman, now curled up on the floor like a beaten dog. She was now a weak, snivelling, pitiful, humiliated, well fucked mess. The man smoothly reached into his bag and pulled out the silenced 9mm glock, brought especially for this. He took aim and uttered his final farewell. “Later, princess.”. She turned towards him but before she could focus, she was already gone.

“What a shame,” he thought, gazing at the crumpled form on the floor “she was finally unpretentious.”. It’s not like she had recognized him, but it was still crucial to ensure she never spoke. He dropped the weapon back into his duffel bag and made his way through the house, whistling softly to himself. He was still whistling as he exited the front door. He knew he would be a suspect, being recently fired and all. They would want DNA samples, fingerprints and the works. “But,” he thought, climbing into his pick-up truck with the magnetic sign on the side, “I’ll be long gone by then.”.

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