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Raving

By: miriam68



She danced under the moonlight and stardust among her fellow ravers. In her aroused state, her soul intermingled with the vibrating rhythm of the electronic beat. She felt his stare bore into her. It was a cool gaze, one distant and unassuming. His unruly mop of curly red hair was damp from the sweat of exertion. His wrists were each adorned with leather cuffs with metal studs.

And as her awareness of him grew, she subconsciously danced closer to him, letting her movements draw her to him as if his gaze were reeling her in. Her lithe body cloaked in black, flowed to the beat as her hips curled and before she knew what had happened she was standing before him, breathing a bit fast.

Her gesticulating arms now dropped to her sides and her eyes found his gaze. For what seemed like an eternity of long moments, they read each others eyes. Her gaze dropped to the necklace he was wearing, a rather large and shiny cock ring strung on a cord of leather. Something in her jolted and she knew in that instant she had found her guide; companion to the darkest inner depths of her lust and passion.

Conversation was not necessary between them. In fact words would have interfered. The force between them was palpable and reached beyond the physical.

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She sashayed, stripping herself of her satin robe, as she walked naked to where he sat. She descended to kneel as she neared him, his power overwhelming her as she began the journey into submission. She presented herself for his pleasure. He looked to her, admiring her grace and the flow of her effervescent body.

Her mind swirled and at his silent invitation, she slid into his lap, wiggling her firm round ass. With a smile, his hands slipped to hers and quietly locked them into place behind her. The she heard it, the soft clink of metal, that precursor to adventure. And before she could blink, her wrists were securely cuffed at the small of her back. His hardness pressed into her wriggling ass as she struggled to test the security of the cuffs. The realization dawning on her that she would be rendered helpless and trembling with lust before the night was through.

"I am going to make you scream for me, slut."

He whispered in a hot breath against her ear, as he reached for and placed the satin blindfold.

The chill of the cold steel sent electric shivers down her spine. She would not be spared. And the sensation turned into a sharp sting as the clamps were clipped onto each nipple in rapid succession. Her body clammy suddenly in a cold sweat that made her caramel skin glisten in the filtering rays of moonlight. He smiled with amusement as she floundered in the sudden dark and the chilling pain of the clamps. Her excitement fueled by the fear, the fear she had sworn to vanquish.

He leaned down to gently flick his velvet tongue to the throbbing tingle of her nipple, whispering soft words as he screwed it a bit tighter. The scarring pain cascaded down her belly and sliced into her throbbing clit. She squealed. Tethered between pain and pleasure her mind began to devolve into the reptilian primal. He turned his head up to lean and kiss her mouth eagerly and possessively, claiming it for himself. She moaned into the kiss as he tugged the chain between the clamps in a pointless protest and as an expression of her animal lust, she bit his lower lip, communicating the pain and pleasure of his deliberate seduction. Her lithe body welled.

Her motions betrayed her need as the moisture magnified and multiplied and dripped onto the leather covering his groin. Responding to his commanding presence, her slit became cunningly wet. She could feel him reach for something, and then she remembered the bottle of lube on the side table. It was all she could do to shiver in the sudden realization of what was about to take place.

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Her sphincter stretched over his two lubed fingers as he began to explore her puckered asshole. Moaning as her nipples popped to attention, she began to rock gently and tried to spread her ass cheeks, though the cuffs remained tight and hindered her. Then she felt it, the tapered butt plug pressuring into the entrance of her hole and the initial burn as he worked it into her. She gasped lightly as the widest part sloped into her tunnel and he tapped the base to turn the vibration on. Instantly, her spine arched and the wetness gushed gloriously from her slut cunt.

Her mind stretched to searing as he tugged on the chain and simultaneously pressed the plug deeper. His words and breath washed over and through the darkness and into her aroused consciousness.

He dropped the chain and rolled his hips, forcing his hardness to press into the plug filling her ass.

She knew the dire consequences of disobedience and vowed not to cum without permission. Lightheaded, almost giddy now, she began to feel the remarkable freedom of utter submission as he staked his claim on her body, bound and dwelling in darkness. She had begun the journey, the descent into the depths.

His fingers trailed over her creamy thigh to her slit and began to burrow into the lush engorged and glistening folds of her passionate cunt lips.

He rasped threats into her ear, inspiring fear at any thought of disobedience.

She trembled with desire, quivered with need. Her mind rapidly loosened from its firm anchor in the reality of her senses. Struggling, she bit her lower lip and gathered the spilling consciousness back to her center. With shivering lips she whispered in whimpers for him to fuck her.

He smiled with menace and satisfaction as his fingers extracted the juices from her cunt and the plea from her lush mouth. Lifting her slightly and moving her to the side a bit, he began to work his thick throbbing cock from the confines of the leather pants. He rubbed the head teasingly to her dripping slit, not yet penetrating her narrow channel. Instead, he leaned to taste the dark bud of pain her nipple had become. Saliva cooled the surface of her nipple. She writhed upwards to let her tit press to his mouth, expressing with each subtle motion her growing and desperate need. She muttered.

When she re-focused her mind back to herself again, her slit was weeping its juices to an extent she had never before experienced. A choked gasp escaped her throat, imploring him to have mercy.

Heeding her plea, he shoved her over his erection, sinking his fat, pulsing head deep into her tunnel in a single smooth stroke up with his hips. His cock hit her cervix. His motion was an act of violence. Her body jolted and jostled, she blinked blindly into the satin covering her eyes. The pain of his penetration opening her tightness as she growled immersed fully in lust. The musky scent of her sex rose to fill the room. Balancing herself, her hands behind her, the searing light of pain flashing across her closed eyelids, she began to rock and grind.

He churned into her with hips slapping up against her, driving his cock deep into her cunt as gravity pulled her full weight down onto his stabbing cock.

In a deeply whispered gravely baritone he commanded her to fuck herself on his cock. Responding immediately, she used her strong thighs to lift herself and stroke down onto his invading cock. Clenching tight to the plug vibrating her ass, she felt the flesh of his cock squeezed further as she clamped her tunnel to his head and shaft. She began to bounce with tits flailing, obeying his command. Panting and gasping as her submission grew more complete with every passing moment. She surrendered herself to the pure ecstasy of the pain and pleasure surging through her.

He groaned now as his own lust ignited with her motions over him. His thumb suddenly ground into her clit. The added pleasure sent her to the brink of the precipice. She peered over the edge in her mind's eye; over the edge into the abyss of eternal lust. She blurted a desperate plea to be allowed to cum.

His hand on the chain between her nipples drove her to the twin powers of destruction. She teetered on the edge, held back only by his unwillingness to allow her to orgasm. Forced to slow her pumping to stave her climax, she pleaded and groveled for the mercy of his assent. She screamed; the sound emitted would have etched glass. Sensing her desperation, he leaned to clamp her screaming mouth in a harshly commanding kiss. She swallowed the sound of her passion and dire need.

Dangling precariously on the edge, she moaned and implored. Squirming, she pleaded in agony. He granted her permission. No sooner was the word uttered than her body yielded and climax bore down on her, as he yanked the chain and drilled the plug deeper. Sharp piercing wailing moans of tortured pleasure resonated from deep in her core. Cumming in spastic thrusts of pleasure, cosmic waves of lust washed over her, as she drowned his cock in her gushing cum. She felt him then, not just his physical penetration, but his being beaming his will into her body and soul. She was struck by the infinite beauty of this sensation. Lights burst in prisms behind the blindfold. She entered the land of fairies, princes and wild magical beasts. Lost for long moments, she was suspended deep in the pleasure zone. 

Raving Revenge



Batgirl: Ravishing Revenge

The city of Gotham plunged into darkness for several tedious weeks. A victim to the clutches of the devious criminal the Joker. A city that never sleeps has had too many night without sleep as the underbelly terrorizes the honest citizens of Gotham. A petite librarian Barbara Gordon like many other citizens had too many tireless nights. But Barbara Gordon is not just any citizen!

The quiet Barbara a social outcast, sexually depraved by her alter ego the confident crime fighter Batgirl. The two conflicting personas wrapped into one voluptuous body could make for a volatile combination. The imminent reaction about to explode as the tired heroine reaches the brink of madness. That is before she single handedly captured the arch-villain, the Joker. Her mind still twisted by exhaustion Batgirl slipped and made a grave mistake. She brings her prisoner to an abandoned warehouse by the river side.

A single light illuminates the motionless body laying across the floor. The neon green hair and velvet purple suit make it no mistake that the Joker is now in her clutches. Wrists cuffed together and ankles shackled the criminal laid hogtied by titanium chains. Uncomfortably he laid on the cold, concrete floor of the empty facility. Relentlessly the chains chimed as the Joker struggled against the tight bondage.

"You diabolical fiend," Batgirl's voice sang from the darkness, "Did you think you reign of terror would last forever?"

"Hoo hoo ha ha ha," laughed the Joker, "It was fun while it lasted!"

Her spiked heels echoed throughout the empty building. Slowly she came into view from the blanket of darkness that surrounded the helpless criminal. The seductive heels stopped beside both sides of his face. Her tight toned legs arched over his head. The Joker's eyes gazed at the spiked high heel inches from his cheek. Gliding past Batgirl's purple ankle high boots till he stared intensely at her muscular gams. Desperately he wanted to molest her beautiful long legs. His eyes moved up to her inner thighs, as he longed to plant his face deep between her thighs. The Joker struggled to keep his eyes from popping out of their sockets. His tongue darted across his lips as Batgirl's screaming kitty came into view. His stupid grin grew as he studied the shimmering purple latex costume that molded to her body like a second layer of skin. The mounds between her legs blatantly protruded through the stretching fabric 

"A dirty mind is not very becoming," scolded Batgirl.

The Joker laughed, "I would rather be cumming in you!"

His eyes do what his hands are incapable. Batgirl's latex covered thighs squeaked as she knelt over top the incapacitated Joker. Her round glimmering ass hovered before his bewildered dark pupils, that darted uncontrollably in disbelief of the sight. The tip of his long, crooked nose was gently pressed against her swollen loins. Her yellow glove covered finger tips dig into his thighs. Concealing the elongated nose with her well toned butt, she sits of the Joker's face. Violently his body jolted as he struggled to breathe.

"Lick it clown," Sternly demanded Batgirl as her mind finally melted from the exhausting weeks of hunting the Joker.

She arched her tight round ass into the air. the Joker hesitated as his thick, stubby tongue prepared to massage her aching pussy lips. His mouth watered in anticipation of the redheaded heroine's crotch being planted firmly on his demented face. She thrust her hips in front of his face.

"Please lick it," desperately moaned the heroine.

Without further hesitation the Joker threw his face between the luscious thighs. His tongue flared wildly over the latex mounds. Self control slowly set in as the Joker's crazy tongue eased into the fold between her eager lips. The smooth fabric massaged the tip of his pacing tongue. Gyrating her hips to each moist caress the rhythm intensified as Batgirl's breathing grew deep. the deafening panting stirred beneath the Joker's pants.

Batgirl's glossy yellow finger traced the purple velvet fabric that covered his zipper. She firmly cupped his balls as her latex ass smothered the breath out of the Joker. Stirring her cheeks while his pointy nose poked at her anus. Encircling the tip of the nose aroused the crazed heroine as she continued to sodomize herself. The tips of Batgirl's fingers released his genitals as they drifted up his crotch, before pinching the zipper. With ease she undid his pants.

The Joker's cock flopped out hardened by deviate acts of passion instilled by his captor. Batgirl leaned in ever so slightly. Her fiery red hair tickled his shaft while her warm breath blanketed his mushroom head. Suddenly Joker threw his waist into the air in a desperate attempt to dunk his cock in the heroine's wet mouth. Just as quick Batgirl sternly slapped the bobbling dick. Her cool smooth leather glove squeezed firmly grabbing the veiny shaft. She crushed it tightly as her crimson lips smirked.

"You were a bad boy," scolded Batgirl, "Now you have to learn... For every action there is a reaction!"

She yanked at the swollen member causing an excruciating pop. The Joker tried to roll over in pain, but her grip was too tight. Batgirl continued to tug at his tender cock as if it were a rubber toy meant for such abuse. Rapidly she increased the firm hold on the sore dick while jerking it, stretching it beyond its means. Batgirl's emerald eyes widened as she watched Joker's testicles rise and swell in preparation.

"Ooh hoo hoo," laughed Joker as he reached the high point of his arousal.

Instantly she released her hold and stood up. Her fuck me boots again stood parallel along his face.

"Ha ha ha," laughed Joker, "Too much for you my dear?"

"No," barked Batgirl, "You don't get the pleasure!" Her eye brow lifted seductively as she moaned, "Not yet." 

The Joker's knees locked together as he rolled to his side. Batgirl threw her hands on her hips. Strongly gazing down at her prisoner, piercing him with her lustful green eyes.

"Ahhh," teased Batgirl, "Not laughing now are you? Especially with that major case of blue balls!"

The acute toe of her boot turned to the Joker's face. His cherry red lips rested at the edge. The wide yellow eyes stared with excitement at the shiny purple foot.

"Kiss it," ordered Batgirl.

He puckered his red lips and smacked the toe of her boot. The cherry lips then slapped against the heroine's ankle. Eagerly he mooshed his lips above the spike at the corner of her heel. The onslaught of gentle kisses worked the Joker's lips up to the back of her fit leg. Joker stretched his neck out so the tip of his pink tongue could glide over her calf. Sinking his lips on her hard calf he gave one final kiss. A thin string of saliva kept Batgirl's leg and his wet lips connected.

"Not only are you a deviate mind," Batgirl declared, "But your also a freak."

Her finger rested on the bottom of her bright red lip as if pondering some grand scheme. Gingerly she ran the finger down the center of her chest over top the bat emblem, through the curves of her abs, past the navel, to the saliva drenched crotch. Spreading her fingers out, she ran the glove clad nails down her inner thigh down to the arch beneath her boot. The expanding latex around her ass creaked as she puckered her lips in a seductive, surprised pose. She unzipped the side of her boot.

A smooth, curvy, bare foot drifted out. Gently the balls of her moist foot rested atop his white forehead. the heat radiated across the Joker's face while the aroma of her sweaty foot danced in his nostrils. Quickly his tongue circled the bottom of her soft, exposed heel.

"That's a good boy," praised Batgirl.

His tongue explored her silky arch as Batgirl's foot slowly drifted downward, her big toe drawling a straight trail of moist sweat down his nose. 

"Shhhh," hushed Batgirl as her toe covered his bright candy colored lips. She whispered, "Suck it!"

Without a second thought she shoved her toe between his lips. Joker's tongue was forced to the back of his mouth before it slithered forward glazing the bottom of Batgirl's toe. Joker's mouth quickly filled with the sharp salty taste of flesh. Salivating his tongue frantically ran along her toe as she pushed it deeper. His yellow eyes looked up at the towering Batgirl.

"Suck it," cried Batgirl as she licked her finger. "Suck it now," she moaned as she slid her finger into her glistening lips, deep throating her own finger.

Joker's head jerked as he maneuvered her toe around n his mouth. He suckled the salty, plump toe like an infant to a nipple. Drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he lost control of his glands. With a pop Batgirl yanked her toe from his mouth. Delicately her foot rested on the cold concrete floor. Joker turned and wildly whipped his tongue across her tiny virgin toes. Batgirl's pearly smile glowed with delight.

"What a good boy, she jubilantly remarked, "You deserve a reward!"

"Actually you deserve the rewards," shrieked a voice from behind, "For taking such good care of Mr. J for me!"

"Harley Quinn," cried Batgirl as her heart raced and her ample breasts heaved.

Before she could react a rope tightly wrapped around Batgirl's slender throat. Her eyes watered as they opened as wide as her mouth. She gasped for breath as her hands instinctively grasped at the strangling rope. Everything fades to black while Batgirl's limbs go from heavy to limp.

Batgirl's heavy eye lids jolt open! Her muscles ached as she soon realized she was snuggly bound. Her green eyes struggled to focus as she found her body draped over a wooden work horse. The heroines wrists and ankles tied to the legs. Tingling from lack of circulation her finger and toes shook from the discomfort.

The bubbly Harley Quinn clapped, "Yeah, Mr. J our guest is awake."

Batgirl shivered in fear. Goosebumps covered her pale flesh as she felt the cool kiss of the air across her bare ass. A small hand firmly grabbed Batgirl's shoulder, while a slender finger delicately danced along the slit in her pussy. The tender touch of the finger glided toward the helpless heroine's rear end. With no warning Batgirl's rectum stung with the jabbing of the thin finger. A whimper slipped from the trembling lips of Batgirl. A cold, lonely tear drifted down her warm cheek. Joyfully Harley's heels galloped in front of Batgirl as the deranged villain sniffed her tainted finger. 

"Pee you," yelled Harley as she pinched her nose, "Your shit does stink." 

Disgraced Batgirl's eyes strayed toward the floor. The drifting view was distracted by the horrendous sight of a huge, obscenely large strap on. Harley laughed at Batgirl's petrified face.

She leaned forward and whispered in the damsel's ear, "Don't worry love... I won't fill your pussy with all this manhood."

"Thank you," whispered the submissive Batgirl.

Harley playfully switched ears, "I'm going to rip you a new asshole!"

Violently Batgirl struggled with the hopeless bonds. Joker strolled in while Batgirl made a desperate attempt to escape. His pale, white body moved into view. The naked albino like body sickened the helpless heroine as he grew near. Harley Quinn ran back behind the bare ass of Batgirl. she sunk her nails deep into the latex covered back of Batgirl. Wrapping her hand around the heroines bright yellow cape, Harley tugged the silky fabric snapping Batgirl's face up to the Joker. Her free hand then groped a firm round breast of the immobilized cape crusader. Digging her nails into the skin like latex, Harley molested and mauled the mound of firm flesh.

"Wish I could sink my teeth into one of these apples, teased Harley as she squeezed Batgirls round breast. 

A devilish smile spread across the Joker's face, "Don't mind if I do!"

Lashing his tongue against her protruding nipple that pressed and pushed against the tight, shimmering, purple costume. Locking his cherry lips on the tiny lump the Joker's barrage of suckling sounded like a rocking chair as the costume squealed for relief. Licking the excess spit the Joker's crazed eyes locked onto the watery, green eyes of the humiliated Batgirl. the horse like smile reflected in the tears in her eyes. Then like a shark he snapped his stained teeth down on her erect nipple. Batgirl cried out as the pain shot through her perky tit. Viciously he gnawed and shook his head tearing at her delicious nipple. Frightened and aroused the heroine could only endure the forced pleasure dispensed upon her relenting body. 

"Hurts worse then blue balls I bet," joked the Harley.

"Looks like the shoe... or should I say boot is on the other foot now," taunted the Joker as his insane laughter flood the heroine's ears. "Now be a good lil bat and perhaps I will grant you a reprieve from Harley's form of reward," exclaimed the Joker. 

The head of Joker's cock pressed against her insatiable moist lips. Batgirl's soft lips parted allowing her course pink tongue to slap against the bottom of his shaft. He eased his short stubby dick into her warm, wet, welcoming mouth. A tangy taste covered her tongue as her teeth lightly scraped along his dick. Her mind wondered why his dick tasty so odd, yet so tasty.

"Do I taste good," taunted Harley, "Ya see I had to relieve Mr. J of his blue balls. He went balls deep in me!"

Undiscouraged by the source of the mouth watering taste Batgirl sucked even harder on his erect pulsating cock. The feminine taste delighted the heroine and she craved more. Batgirl's head bobbed as saliva and precum lubed her small mouth.

Harley's voice piped up, "Perhaps I should taste you!?!"

Batgirl's hips jolted. Shocked by the warm, wet tickle of a tongue across the dried lips of her pussy. Harley could not wait her tongue dove right into the warm, wet pussy. Her tongue flickered like a fish out of water. the vibrating ripples drove Batgirl's pussy into a frenzy of desire. An odd long moan burst through Batgirl's cock filled mouth.

"Her shit may stink," taunted Harley as her lips glistened with Batgirl's juices, "But her twat is to die for!"

Harley inserted her vigorously vibrating tongue back into the sweet tasting Batgirl. Batgirl's lips quivered against the Joker's pulsating shaft. Harley couldn't stop eating out the drench pussy. The heroine's knees wobbled as they rattled against the splintered horse legs. Harley pushed back to taunt and tease the obliviously aroused damsel. Bursting up, Batgirl's thighs twitched and thrust uncontrollably as her twat sprayed sticky love juice across the unsuspecting Harley Quinn's face. The climax dripped from the furious Harley's chin as her mouth opened in shock. She plopped on her soft round ass, stunned by the explosion. Batgirl could be heard giggling as she choked down the Joker's cock. 

"You bitch," screamed the pissed off Harley.

Joker removed his pecker from the Batgirl's numb jaw. Lightly he stroked and jiggled his strained cock in his adversary's face. A large stained grin sprawled across his face.

"Ha ha ha ha," laughed the Joker, "An eye for an eye!"

Like a volcano, hot globs of cum burst from his cock. The eruption sent warm streams of cum smack into Batgirl's smooth face. Endless streams spewed from his shaking cock causing a waterfall of sperm to run down her mask and chin. Enraged, insulted, and humiliated Batgirl's chest heaved like two balloons being inflated. Her breast bounced as her frustration built, unable to find the appropriate response. 

Spiting out cum Batgirl cried, "Are you fucking kidding me!?!"

Harley grabbed Batgirl's red pony tail, yanking it back toward her. The roots tore at the scalp sending shockwaves of pain throughout her skull.

"Member me bitch," yelled Harley.

With a loud crack Harley's free hand smacked against the pale buttocks of Batgirl. Batgirl's cheeks were instantly brushed apart. Her rectum burned as she tried to pucker her ass together. As the grotesque strap on penetrated her beautiful ass an intense sting paralyzed her sculpted legs.

The horse rocked and crackled as Harley Quinn's rigorous ass pounding ripped the incapacitated heroine's body. Her perfectly toned body worthless against the infinite pumping of her ass. Batgirl unable to take the stretching and tearing of her anal cavity, slowly passed out. Her immobilized body swayed with the rickety old horse as it snapped from the abuse. Splinters littered the air as the horse broke off into multiple pieces. Batgirl's body plummeted to the hard floor with a splat. Spread eagle her limbs remained motionless.

Harley Quinn and the Joker laughed their way into the darkness. Batgirl rendered useless was left broken on the cold, damp floor. Her body heavy and in excruciating pain she chooses not to open her eyes. Disgusted by the sticky bodily fluids, but too weak to do anything. Batgirl laid on the concrete defeated!



Ravin's Mistake



A/N: The setting is Piazo's Golarion campaign setting, with elements of my own creation. The characters are my character (Ravin) and my ex girlfriend's (Sylenda). This story is part of a larger story of a (mostly) non sexual nature. That will be posted on my personal website. 

My hunting blind is positioned on the side of field, right at the tree line outside of town. Usually when I am here, the sun is just coming up, not going down, but as I look out the window, the western sun is shooting blindingly into my eyes. Good thing I was going to close them any way. 

My eyes close as I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I reach my hands down and run them through long locks of red hair. Not my red hair, but the hair of Sylenda, the most recent prey to fall into my net of charm. She looks up at me; her green eyes alight with nervous energy. Something about this is wrong, but the way her tongue flicks across my head is oh so right. 

Her dainty hand begins to stroke my cock starting at the base. A mist of white flows out of her mouth around my member, making it shutter. We came out here to get away from the crowded city. Not that the city it's self was crowded, but the buildings inside of it were. The blanket of snow on the ground and the sharp bite in the air has driven all but the most rugged of woodsmen to the hearth side. That one woodsman and this girl. 

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I met her at the Suther Brother's Brewery. She showed up there in the last few months, even though I had seen her around town. Before that she was always a trouble maker who lived at the inn. Every time I asked Julia about her, Julia would say that her parents had paid for her to stay there for a while they were off on an expedition into the ruins that lay in the Shimmer Glens. They had been exploring the ruins for 12 years now.

Sylenda and Molly are usually at the bar. The two of them were friends and I hardly ever saw them separate. When Molly was at work tending bar, Sylenda was there, usually drinking or dealing a game of poker. When Molly was off work, the two of them were usually shopping down in the market district.

When they were at play, the pair were usually seen bringing a man back to Molly's cabin, or they brought home only a bottle of Old Suther's finest. Either way, they had fun.

I found her earlier today sitting at the brewery alone. "I couldn't help but notice that your friend is gone." I say, taking a seat next to her at the bar. Old man Suther turns and looks at me from the back. His eyes a warning against foul play. 

"She told me that she was on a date." Sylenda said, looking dejected. "Something her family put her up to."

I softened my eyes and I turned slightly towards her. "You look sad. Can I buy you a drink to ease the pain?" Her eyes looked hesitantly at me, as if trying to see what my angle is. Good thing I didn't have one. I smiled back widely and moved back a little bit, trying to show her that I was not a threat.

"Brandy. From six winters ago." She said, turning and looking back down at the table.

I called out the order to the old man and I slid him a few silver. He pockets the coins and comes back with two glasses and a bottle. Pouring a few fingers into each, he slid the glasses towards us. I reached down to sip at the powerful liquor. I felt a harsh burn as it touched my tongue. Then a sweet after taste, like a late autumn day. She takes the drink and slams it all down.

"Now a stout!" She calls to the brewer. He brings us two mugs and two bottles of brown liquid and sets them in front of us. 

She opens the bottle and starts downing it quickly. The old man looks at me and holds up two fingers. I give him two more silver coins. She slams down her bottle and grabs my beer and begins drinking that too.

"Now some wine!" she called to no one in particular. Her voice echoes around the at that point empty bar. The old man came back with a bottle of wine and moved his hand horizontally across the bar. His way of saying "you are cut off." In less words of course.

She grabbed the bottle in one hand and my hand in the other and dragged me out into the street, leaving my brandy behind on the bar. I go with her outside and she turns to me. "Know anywhere where we can get some privacy?" she asked me, her cheeks flushed from the cold.

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Sylenda's lips wrapped tightly around my throbbing cock. Her tongue gently coaxing me closer and closer to this blow jobs inevitable conclusion. As her hands caress my member and thigh, I begin to quake. I look down at her and see that her black cloak has fallen aside, showing her riding pants and shirt more clearly. The black leather of her riding pants shows off a nicely curved ass and the green of her shirt parts to show her well formed breasts.

My cock quivers and shakes and pulses, as she pulls off of it, letting the cold air get to it. It contracts ever so slightly because of the cold, pushing a bead of precum up to the tip where the red head's sensual tongue laps it up into her mouth. She smiles and sits up, giving me a better look at her body. She takes a swig of wine and then eyes me with need in her eyes.

"So am I going to do all the work here?" She asks, a slight grin escaping her mouth. I lean forward and begin kissing gently at her neck. My kisses work their way up to her lips where we meet face to face for the first time. Her kisses are electric and her breath is sweet underneath all the alcohol in it.

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I led her through the forest. All the leaves were deep reds, changing in shade to the dark browns which heralded the coming of winter.

"So I didn't catch your name. What is it again?" she said, walking next to me in the forest. Her height about half a foot short of my six feet. "Ravin," I told her. "You are Sylenda Galyis correct?"

"Ravin." She paused as if contemplating the name. "I like it. It sounds powerful." Her voice grew a little bit sensual when she said 'powerful'. "Almost," a pause as she ran her tongue around her lips, evoking my member. "Dominating." She looks up at me, need in her eyes as we walk down the trail. I would had to of been an idiot to miss the lust in that.

The afternoon sun shines off of her beautiful red hair. Her skin is pale and beautiful, free of imperfections save a spray of freckles across her face, and her voice smooth as honey. The curves of her body appealing but only seen in glimpses because of her long cloak. I couldn't wait to take off that cloak and get a better look at what lay underneath

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My hands find the highest button on her shirt as our lips meet for a second time and I work at undoing it. Once the first is done, I continue working my way down until her breasts are laid bare. Perky mounds of soft, supple flesh. A little more than a handful apiece and topped with rosy circles of sensitive flesh.

My hands find their way down to an exposed breast and I gently squeeze at it. Her body shutters as my grip releases. My fingers then begin to explore every curve as my tongue explores every crevasse in her mouth. Slowly, my fingers find their way to Sylenda's nipple. Running my finger around it I find that her arousal is peaking.

Our lips part and I begin planting kisses on her neck again, working my way down to her chest, finally to her breasts. My other hand works its way up the curve of her waist and onto her other breast. I begin to suckle her hard, erect nipple and she lets out a moan of pure pleasure. 

My left hand begins to work at her breast more feverishly as my anticipation grows. Her moans grow louder. Her sighs higher and more breathy. One of her hands caresses my body and the other works its way down to her belt. The hand slides inside her pants and finds her spot. She tenses for a second and then all the tension releases. She slowly traces a line to my chin with her finger tips. Everywhere she touches pleasure is evoked. Two fingers touch my chin and lift me off of her perky nipple. "I am thirsty. Care to give me a drink?"

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I was planning on taking her to the river, but the snow began. At first we pressed on as small wet flakes hit us. The sky was quickly turning to grey as a storm from the north rolling in off the mountains. The mountains caused storms to blow in quickly. So quick, you hardly have but thirty minutes warning. We were not going to make it to the river. But my hunting blind was just off the beaten path.

"So Sylenda, do you do this often?" I asked, still being led by the hand.

"Usually I go tag team with my friend Molly, but it looks like I have all the pleasure to myself this time." She said, stopping and reaching her hand to inspect the goods. I grinned as she found that I am ready for action. She smiled and turned to start leading me again.

"So how much further to the river?" she asked me. "It is looking like we won't make it to the river. That storm coming off the Skull Mountains is looking like it is going to be a bad one. But we can ride it out in my hunting blind if you want." "Is it close?" "Just on the other side of this stand of trees." I said as we continued walking down the path.

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I sit back against the wall of my blind and stroke my still hard cock as she, only using one hand because the other is still occupied, crawls over to where I am sitting. Her mouth opens and sinks down on my cock. I feel it hit the back of her mouth and she keeps it there. She sucks and I feel my self begin to quiver a bit as her tongue runs its course up and down the underside of my shaft. 

She pulls back a tiny bit and then with her free hand, gently caresses my balls. This causes me to spasm in surprise and I pass the point of no return. Up and down her mouth rocks. Her hand cradles my balls and I feel her play with them. She sucks harder and harder, and after not too much more of that, I begin to cum into her mouth. She swallows every string as it shoots out. Greedily slurping my cock to get every drop. I lean back, content with the world, and let the world go black.

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I awake some time later to find her laying on top of me, shivering. "Everything okay Sylenda?"

The girl had put her clothes back on in the time I was out. She nods. "Just cold. Can we go home?"

"Of course." I say, standing up and climbing out of the blind. Then helping her down. I shiver as I look out over the field. It has turned from gold to white as the first snow fall of the season has blanketed the ground. The moon lending it a silvery hue. We begin to walk back, slowly, huddling close together for warmth and security.

We wander back into Inn Galyis. Julia Galyis, the proprietor of the inn, is there. She looks at us as we walk in and then ladles cider from a pot over the fire into two mugs and hands them to us. Gratefully, I take both of them and hand one to Sylenda. She drinks deeply and turns to look at me and then at her adopted mother. Julia leaves us to our drinks as she wanders away to attend to something else.

We sit down at an empty booth in the corner of the empty inn. After a long silence, I say, "I had fun." trying to start conversation.

She nods and then leans against me. "I feel safe with you." Sylenda says as she closes her eyes. We stay there, comfortably silent for a little while longer, listening to the fire crackle and the breathing of the beautiful girl on my chest.

"Take me upstairs" the red head says, looking up at me a smile on her face. I willingly oblige her and very quickly I find myself upstairs standing at her door. She opens it and we stand there, silently and slightly drunkenly swaying back and forth.

I lean forward to give her a kiss good night. It was a good night and I wasn't going to spoil it for this girl by pushing for more. Her finger meets my lips and I look into her eyes. 

"Close your eyes." She says, and I comply. I hear her move away from me and into her room. Wood moves on wood. Glass clinks and clanks against other bottles. I feel a smooth cool bottle be pressed into my hands. "Okay, open them." She says. 

I do and I find that a bottle of Old Man Suther's brandy is in my hand. This stuff is famous from here to Kaer Maga. "You didn't get to finish yours, so I figure; I will give you some of mine." She says sheepishly, her eyes down, her toes on top of each other. Her nervousness is so hot. 

"You only took a glass from me. This bottle is mostly full." I say, eyeing the bottle.

"This is true." She says, "Do you want to come in and give me some of it back?"

"I will have to think about it..." I say, turning to walk away. She grabs my hand and pulls me into a deep kiss. I kiss her back. Pulling me into her room, I close the door behind us. She moves us over to her bed and then flops back onto it, taking me with her. 

I feel her body under me. Her breath in my nose. But I can't see her green eyes looking deeply into mine; so I stand up again. I reach into my pocket and find a tinderwig. I reach down and strike the match on my boot and then light a candle on her night stand.

I see that she has taken the time I was off her to remove her shirt. Pointed nipples rise and fall as her hastened breathing continues. "With beauty like yours, I could not help myself. I needed to see you." I say, getting the chance to see her eyes. I step closer and looks down on her. She reaches out and begins to undo my belt buckle without looking at it. 

"I am glad to see you." My pants hit the ground. "And you as well." Sylenda says as she takes my rising cock into her mouth again. It rises much faster now.

She pulls off and looks up at me. She leans back, showing more of her body and then says "So are you going to be the only one who gets to have fun tonight?" 

I shake my head and then take my shirt off. I kneel at her bed and begin to fumble with her belt a little. "No. I was just about to show you" The belt came off. Her pants slid off with much less fight. I lean in and touch my lips to her pubic mound. "The pleasure that a man can give a woman." 

My tongue slides down and I taste the salt of her inner labia. She moans as I breathe hot breath on to her wet sex. Moans and sighs fill the room as my tongue works its way down. It snakes between her outer labia. My hands come up to spread her lips and let me taste more of her delicious pussy.

I work my way down, almost to her taint and then I turn my tongue upward and press in on her vagina. It sinks in a small distance and she stiffens and cries out in surprise. I chuckle at her cries and then I move further up her region to her clitoris. 

My tongue flicks across her hot button. She moans and cries and begins to pull on the bed sheets. Her breathing grows quick and shallow as her legs wrap around my head, locking me into this pleasurable position for her. I tilt my head down and let a bead of saliva and vaginal juices fall on my awaiting cock. With my free hand I begin to stroke it, preparing it for the fun to come.

Her body quivers as waves of pleasure course up her spine. Her bed moves in time with her shaking and heaving. All of a sudden, her body heaves upward and she grows quiet. Then all at once, she exhales in a moan and her body stops its movement. I stand up and look at her, sweat glistens all over her naked body and my cock shines in the candle light with what I put on it before.

I get on the bed in front of her. She looks down at my cock and then up at my eyes. I look into her eyes and then down to my cock. She closes her eyes and begins to breathe steadily.

"No one else has made me feel like that. No one but Molly." She says, happiness and sexual satisfaction dripping from her voice.

I cock my head to the side and keep looking down at her.

"But that was something else. So that is what Molly uses guys for." She says wistfully as she sits up in bed, reaching over to my bottle of brandy and taking a swig of it.

I chuckle and say "I thought that brandy was mine."

"It was mine first." Sylenda says, taking another drink.

"I will have to charge you for that." I say and look down at her pussy. "And that too."

She grins and leans forward. "How about a kiss?" She says, taking a third drink. She leans forward. Her hot tongue bathed in the liquid fire of the brandy.

"That will cover the brandy. But what about what I did for you tonight?" I say back to her.

"I gave you a blow job. That more than pays for it." She says, setting the bottle down on the night stand. Her eyes are a challenge waiting to happen. She reaches for the bottle again.

"If you take another drink, you will owe me again." I say looking at the bottle.

Sylenda grabs the bottle and begins to drain it into her throat. After a few seconds of up ending the bottle, she lifts it up and lets the last few drops fall into her open mouth. "Good to the last drop. Like something else I won't mention." She says and then sets it next to her.

I lunge at her, shoving her down and keeping her under me. I kiss her deeply, in part to get at as much of the liquid fire that I can before she can swallow it all. I don't have much luck. I move my knees forward between hers. I move myself so that I am lining up on her pussy and then I push into her. 

My cock encounters great resistance. She is tight. Beyond tight. I gently push forward. I can't understand why she hasn't had sex yet. A girl who was that good with her tongue should have gotten laid by now. Ah well. Things happen that cause girls to decide not to have sex. Death of a loved one, pregnancy scare. Lots of things. She probably had a pregnancy scare. Definitely.

I push forward and deeper in. her face twisted in ecstasy and pain. Her cheeks flush and drunkenness begins to take the sting out of sex for her. I thrust in and out, keeping from going deeper till she stretched out a bit. Her moans and cries died off after not too long, and the candle begins to burn low.

Her body pulses around my hard member. I keep thrusting in her. Harder and harder. Her body begins to move and pulse. I feel my self sink deeper into her as she loosens up and then I press even further. Her eyes grow wide and her body suddenly loosens. My cock lubricates and I begin to thrust faster and faster. My pulsing begins to grow more and more hastened. More and more her body accepts me. Her legs wrap around me and her nails begin to claw at my back. 

Urgent pulses press me to push harder and faster. Sylenda's body arches and then she begins to scream out in either pain or pleasure. My body releases and I fill her vagina with my hot, slick cum. I pull out of her and look down at my cock. It glistens a deep dark red in the fading candle light.

The candle goes out and I collapse on top of her.

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I dream that night. Shadows pursue me. Things chase me and try to destroy me. It is terror like I have never experienced. I yell out for help, first from my mother. Then my father. My friends and extended family. Then I cry out for every god I can name, which is very few of them. Finally I call out to Pharasma, goddess of death, birth, and fate. 

A young boy with dark red hair reaches out towards me. I see myself reach back towards him, but I awake to a violent knocking before I can tell if my hand is touched or not.



Ravi's Initiation into Manhood



Ravi had just turned eighteen and was looking forward to lazing around for the next few months before college started. He grew up in a typical middle class neighbourhood of Madras, where everybody knew one another.

Ravi was an introvert, seldom spoke much and was uncomfortable meeting new people. As a result, he had few friends his age and spent a lot of time at home, usually with his mom. This also meant that all the ladies of the neighbourhood knew Ravi quite well. He was regarded as a helpful and sweet mannered boy who would go a long way in pleasing elders.

Among the many ladies that liked Ravi was Pankajam aunty. She was a widow in her early sixties but very healthy. She was tall and well built for an Indian woman. However, she was feared not for her physical appearance but her sharp tongue. She was usually the loudest and most loquacious in any social gathering. Pankajam aunty's son was an unmarried man of in his early thirties. He lived with her in the upper floor of a two-storey independent house.

One evening, Pankajam aunty came to Ravi's mom with a rather strange request. Her son was out of town for a few days for work and due to the recent burglaries in the city, she was apprehensive about staying alone at night. Could she borrow Ravi for a few nights?

Ravi's mom knew that that would be the last thing he would want to do but seeing the woman's plight agreed. Ravi could not believe his ears. He never understood how he could support Pankajam aunty should there be a robber in her house. Aunty was much stronger and bigger than him. And more importantly had a lot more courage than Ravi could ever muster. Added to this is the fact that he would have to bear her incessant chatter on the most trivial of things. Ravi was dismayed but had to oblige his mom.

And that is how a reluctant Ravi ended up at Pankajam aunty's doorstep on that Monday night. On buzzing the doorbell, aunty opened the door clad in a nightie and gave him a tight hug thanking him profusely for doing this. Ravi's embarrassment overcame his irritation and managed pull himself out of her grasp after much difficulty.

After about half an hour of chitchat where Ravi managed to say about five words, they decided to hit the bed. Aunty said they should share her room as her son's room was locked. Ravi's feeble protests were smothered by Pankajam aunty's arguments. 

It was a hot summer night and Ravi decided to take off his shirt and sleep in his loose fitting Bermuda shorts. He entered the room and closed the door lightly. As he was taking off his shirt, aunty barged in with a jar of water and walked straight into Ravi. In the process, she fell heavily on poor Ravi and spilled the entire jug of water on him. Ravi's buttocks were aching terribly and he was fully drenched to make things worse.

Pankajam aunty apologised for a full five minutes before bringing a big towel to wipe him dry. She did not leave Ravi to dry himself and insisted that she make sure that young Ravi was fully dry so as to ensure he does not fall sick. Ravi's shorts and brief had to be removed for they were wet. That left Ravi standing in the room wrapped in a wet towel embarrassed, bruised and tired. 

Aunty went to her cupboard and produced another towel and asked him to wear it as a lungi (an Indian wrap). Ravi asked if he could borrow her son's clothes but since his room was locked, aunty could not get hold of any. So Ravi was forced to wrap the towel on and collapsed into bed.

Ravi winced in pain as he lay on his back. His buttocks were hurting badly. He gingerly rubbed his buttocks. That was a terrible mistake as aunty's sharp eyes caught him doing that. She immediately came to his side and forced Ravi to show her his bruised buttocks. Ravi lowered the towel a bit but aunty could not see anything. So she forcefully pulled the towel down and exposing Ravi's bottom completely. Ravi was humiliated beyond words and wanted to vanish into the bed. Aunty firmly told Ravi that the pain had to be attended to and this was not the time to be coy.

She brought a pain balm at once and started applying it on his bare buttocks making Ravi wince even more. After massaging for a few minutes, she told Ravi that the pain should subside soon and asked him to sleep. With that she switched off the lights and slept next to him. 

Ravi tossed and turned in the bed for an hour without sleeping, partly due to the pain and partly because he was so uncomfortable. When he finally slept, the bed sheet on which they were sleeping was crumpled. What was also crumpled was the towel around his waist. It had gotten undone exposing his penis. 

Pankajam aunty slept on unaware of this. It was well past midnight when she turned to her side to face Ravi and he hand accidently brushed his penis. At first aunty thought she must be dreaming – she often dreamt of having sex. She was a physically strong with an even stronger libido despite her age. She had lost her husband over 10 years ago and had been sex-starved since then. 

And therefore in her sleep, she assumed that she was dreaming of stroking a muscular young man's penis whereas in reality she was actually jerking off Ravi unbeknownst to her. Ravi's penis was modest in size. He did not masturbate though he had had wet dreams not infrequently. So when Pankajam aunty was stroking his penis, Ravi smiled in his sleep at such a pleasurable 'dream'. 

In about five minutes, Ravi ejaculated, shooting a massive load of semen into Pankajam aunty's hand. Almost at the same time both Ravi and Pankajam aunty woke up to face each other. Ravi saw aunty holding his penis and aunty saw his cum in her hand. It took a whole minute to register for both of them.

Pankajam aunty spoke first. She first apologised for bumping into him and hurting him, spilling water, making him sleep with just a towel on and finally about jacking him off. She was upfront in saying she missed having a man in her life though she never seriously contemplated any course of action. She begged Ravi to forgive her and forget that this ever happened. She was so humiliated by all this that she started sobbing.

Then, the unthinkable happened. Ravi put his arms around her and said "Aunty, I can understand your feelings. There is no need to apologise. In fact, this is the best night I have ever had and I would love for it to happen again."

Pankajam aunty was stunned by the boy's candour. She was even more amazed that it came from such a coy and introverted boy. She just stared at Ravi speechless.

Ravi squeezed her hand and said "Aunty, you have pleasured me tonight. it is now my turn to return the favour." He quickly pulled up her night gown and went down on her.

And thus, Ravi transformed from a coy and self-conscious boy to a confident young man overnight, thanks to Pankajam aunty. They had many amazing nights after this but that Monday night was one to treasure for both Ravi and Pankajam aunty.



Ravished



I imagine myself at the kitchen sink, in my flowered nightshirt, washing last night's dishes. You sneak up behind me, silently, out of nowhere. Instantly you wrap your strong arms around me. Your hands cupping my large breasts firmly...squeezing them...pinching my nipples...HARD! 

You lean down and begin to kiss my neck hungrily...almost biting it! I can tell you want me...and you want me NOW!! You will not be denied. There will be no waiting...no later...no tomorrow...it must be RIGHT HERE...RIGHT NOW...YOUR WAY!! 

You take one hand from my breast and reach down under my nightshirt and finding I'm not wearing any panties you begin to stroke my pussy...then suddenly you thrust your fingers in! OMG!! As soon as you feel me getting aroused you grab me by the shoulders and turn me around to face you. Wrapping one arm around me, you take my chin in your other hand and tip my head back and lean down, mashing your lips hard against mine...forcing your tongue into my mouth...prodding, poking, piercing it's way in until you find my tongue. Our tongues dueling, dancing that eternal dance of nature's passion. 

While still embracing me and kissing me you turn us around so that my back is no longer against the edge of the sink and begin to walk me toward the nearest bed. As soon as we reach the bed you let go of me and pull my nightshirt swiftly off of me. You then push me down onto the bed. Instantly you're on top of me! I can feel the huge bulge in your jockey shorts pressing into me! Your hands are all over me...so much so that I wonder if it's only you or is there someone else also touching me? Surely only two hands can't touch so many places at one time.

You grab and squeeze my breasts again...running your hands up and down my body...down my legs and then again between my legs...OOooohhh!! DAMN!! You find my soaking wet slit and again jam your long slender fingers in...this time using your thumb to massage my button. 

All the while you're savagely kissing my neck, my chest and all down my body until your mouth meets your hand between my legs. You pull your hand away and lap eagerly at my outer lips. Using your tongue like a dagger you find my opening and force your tongue in! Still grabbing and grasping and running your hands all over my body, you begin to fuck me with your well-trained tongue! In and out and in and out and then flicking that talented tongue over my clit...then back in and out some more. You keep this up until I cum and cover your face with pussy juice! OOOOohhh Baby...it's soooo goood!! 

As soon as you can tell I've cum you quickly strip off your shorts...and using one knee force my legs apart. As soon as they're apart enough, you plant your other leg between them and force my legs as far apart as they will go.

Taking your magnificent cock firmly in hand you rub it's mushroom head up and down my slit. You do this a few times to moisten it. As soon as you feel it's wet enough you aim it at my hole and with all the force you can muster RAM IT IN!! All the way in, with just one hard thrust!! Then you oh-so-slowly pull it out until just the very tip is touching my pussy. Your just hold it there...for a few pounding heartbeats...and RAM it home again!! Over and over you do this...pausing less and less between thrusts until you build up a stroking rhythm. Faster and faster - deeper and deeper- harder and harder like a piston in a race car engine! So fast...so deep...so hard...over and over ...again and again until we both cum in a crescendo of ecstasy!! You pump every possible drop of your love juice into me while my pussy pulses and throbs all the while with my pussy muscles I try to squeeze that wonderful pleasure tool and milk every last drop from you! 

Exhausted and spent you collapse on top of me, while I run my hands up and down the silky smooth skin of your back. You finally gather your strength, raise yourself up, kiss me oh so very tenderly and say "I couldn't help myself, I just had to have you! I love you, Baby! " 

I respond..."Oh Baby you were wonderful! You can have me anytime you want me. I love you too! "



Ravished



Rain hit the windows hard as Anna attempted to concentrate on her essay. She had been given this assignment a month ago, and after all the effort placed in the research she was ready to write a piece of work she would be proud to call her's. 

She looked up irritably; it seemed that it would be one of those cold and dreary days, which was great. She was stuck indoors typing up her work, not missing out the usual sunshine she was used to. 

At the age of 24, Anna had somehow failed in her personal goals, yet succeeded in other ways. She had counted on finishing university by 23 and moving onto to do a Masters, yet fate had it, so that was would be graduating in a couple of months time instead. Still she couldn't complain. Her hard work was finally being paid off with the grades. 

Loud giggles snapped her out of her daydreaming. Eric! Her next-door neighbour must be entertaining another woman. She just didn't understand how one person could be so casual with their personal life. When did sex become a competition instead of a special moment one shared with a person they cared for deeply?

Anna just shook her head, it really wasn't any of her business what her neighbours did in the bedroom, but Eric had a habit of showing off all new girls who went in and out of his bed. Surely, his love life required a revolving door. 

"Oh Eric, fuck me harder. That's it, you know how I like it" purred the blonde-haired woman beneath him. 

He couldn't remember her name, but she had been an easy lay, and after all he was a young man with needs. However lately he had brought back so many girls, that he couldn't remember whom he had fucked and whom he hadn't. Thank God for condoms. 

Once, twice and then he came rolling off to see the time. God, they had been at it since last night, and it was already creeping up to the early hours of the afternoon. The blonde jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving Eric to clean up the mess. 

An hour later, she emerged dressed and ready to leave. 'Call me', she mouthed when she saw Eric on the phone. With that she left his house. Eric walked over to his window still talking to his mom, and looked outside. It must've been some rain, not that he's paid any attention to it. He smiled. 

"I'll see you tomorrow. Send my love to dad and little Lizzy" he said before hanging up. Now it was his turn to take a shower and erase all traces of his one-night stand. 

Finally after hours of constant rain, it had stopped. Anna could now go for the jog she had missed in the morning. She loved the smell of grass as she stepped outside. Tonight would be a good run, and with that thought, she started her run. 

Half and hour later, she arrived home, and was greeted by the sight of Eric at his front door with some shopping. 

He was gorgeous. Tall, well built and eyes to die for, shame he could be an arrogant prick as well. 

"Hey" he greeted in his usual sexy voice. No wonder he had so many girls killing themselves for one night in his bed. 

"Hi" she replied meekly. She was always shy around him.

"Enjoyed the jog?" he casually asked. 

"I can't live without it! Goodnight". She couldn't have opened her door fast enough. 

Anna walked into the shower and let the hot water loosen her tense muscles. She sponged her belly, legs, feet and arms. She sponged her breasts and back. She closed her eyes, and Eric's face came into view. She began to imagine how he was in bed. Suddenly she felt moist. She slipped her hand between her legs and her fingers followed the path of the water to her excited clit and cunt. She settled against the tiled wall. 

"Ah." She sighed into the lonely shower as her fingers encircled her pussy lips and rolled her clit with the pad of her thumb. She teased her slick slit then sank into the small opening. 

Anna began to push her fingers in and out of her slippery vagina, imagining it were his fingers giving her this pleasure. She was very tight and not having had sex for five years was easy to reach an orgasm so quickly. 

Just a couple of minutes, and she cried out as she came hard against her fingers. The orgasm had been so delicious and much needed after all these years. Studying just took up too much of her time. She was so close to graduating, cum laude, to fool around. Just three months more and then she could find love. 

She finished cleaning off and went straight to bed. She hoped she wouldn't think of him like that again. 

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Eric walked into his kitchen. The musky smell of sex from earlier still lingered but was less pungent. His mind wandered off thinking about Anna. He could tell behind the cool exterior lay a passionate woman. He had seen the look in her eyes when she greeted him a few moments ago. The exact same look all women gave him with the difference that Anna would never fall on her back and beckon him into her open thighs. His appetite for sex had become so strong lately. He was going through women faster than clean clothes and this scared him a little.

But how could he get close to her? Suddenly he remembered her morning jogs. He would join her, he thought. Hopefully she wouldn't suspect a thing. Deep down he was hoping she might be different from the women he usual met and only wanted one thing from him. 

The next morning Anna was surprised to see Eric waiting outside her front gate in jogging pants and a faded black t-shirt. He announced that he wanted to get fit by doing more sport. 

She stared at him as if he had grown two heads, but he seemed genuine enough, and she did have a thing for him. Never in a million years could she have imagined what his true motives were. 

That day would be the first day of many where the two would meet early in the morning and run for an hour before getting back. On the route Anna spoke little as not to destroy her concentration, and Eric took the cue to respect her. He began to feel differently towards her. A new feeling even he was uncertain of. 

As days passed they both became better acquainted. Sometimes they would go out for a coffee or for the occasional meal. Anna was starting to like him. He wasn't as bad as she had first thought. Even the number of girls he used to take back home were reduced to virtually none. 

As for Eric, he had come to see Anna as more that a woman he wanted to have a lay. He felt very much attracted to her, but the urge to tear off her clothes and have wild sex became more controllable.   

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Anna's shower had broken down, and since she and Eric had grown close he had offered his shower until hers was fixed. Although she was wary, it had turned out fine, as he would leave his house for an hour to give her privacy. 

However, after five days, curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had hid indoors that morning and waited for her to come out before using it himself. 

Anna was totally unaware of Eric's presence in the house when she stepped out and walked into the front room to change as she had done every morning before. As she began to dry herself, she began to think about him, and no sooner had she done so when she felt moisture pool at her thighs. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over her breasts. 

A sudden inhale from the door caught her attention. She looked up to see Eric standing in the doorway staring hungrily at her. He could see every inch of her ample naked breasts with their predominate nipples. They were raspberry in colour and had hardened in the cool breeze that had fluttered in from Eric's open window. Licking his lips, he wondered what she would do if he licked and sucked on them.

His eyes travelled down to her hips and lingered at that moment, Anna had become more than just a next-door neighbour. She was now a beautiful woman that increased his appetite for hot, passionate sex. His cock hardened at this realisation. She quickly grabbed for the towel to cover herself. Licking his lips, he remained in the doorway watching her with smoky eyes waiting to see if the little tease would give him another glimpse. 

Eric casually walked over to her. Grabbing her arms, he slowly peeled them away from her breasts, reaching out he lightly touched one nipple with the barest of caresses. He smiled in satisfaction as it hardened beneath his touch. His cock throbbed unrelentingly and he had barely touched her. He couldn't remember when he had been this quick to respond before.

He turned her around and with one hand delved down and forced her legs apart with brutal strength. He pulled her to him, tossing away her towel. She struggled against him but it was useless as he wedged his muscular body between her legs, making it impossible to shut them against his invasion. She could feel his erection between her buttocks and fumed as she futilely attempted to turn around in his arms.

"Shush," he whispered as he continued to hold her against him. "Don't turn, just stay like this." he growled as he gently nipped her earlobe.

"Eric!" she protested hotly as she felt heat flood her face.

"Shush," he soothed as he continued to rub and squeeze her nipples. 

"Please stop," she gasped as she felt the tug of her nipples deep in her womb. If she wasn't careful, he was going to make her come from just tugging on her nipples. One long finger licked into her tight pussy that was dripping and longing for his cock.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you," he growled against the side of her neck before leaning down and pressed his firm lips against hers. Running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, he tried coaxing her into opening her mouth to his greedy tongue. When she continued to stand there without moving, he lifted his head and stared down at her.

He stepped away and Anna watched in disbelief as Eric's cock hardened even more before her very eyes. Jerking her eyes away from it, she focused on his face. He was watching her with glittering eyes. Reaching down he slowly cupped himself, before running his hand up and then down his cock. She gasped in shock that he was stroking himself before her very eyes. He groaned as his fist began to move faster. "I want you to remember what you are turning down," he panted.

At the tip, she could see drops of pre cum leaking out of the slit. As his fist went to the top of his cock, he rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing the wetness all over the glans and back down his shaft. With his other hand he reached down and cupped his aching balls. His glans was almost as large and deep coloured as a plum. From the gasps and groans that escaped him, she realized that he had really worked himself up.

"Yes!" he groaned as his long thick cock exploded with four or five ropes of seed out of the head to land on her stomach and breasts. Eric stood there panting and watching her through dazed eyes. Reaching over, he grabbed her towel and used it to wipe the come off her delicious body. 

"This is what you do to me" he said as he stared into her surprised eyes.

He took advantage fastening his lips on her parted lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. As their tongues tangled together, he slowly slid her hand down to his renewed erection. She curled her delicate fingers around him and began to jerk him slowly. But as soon as she had started, she stopped. 

"What's wrong?" he asked looking down at her as she released his cock from her grasp.

"I'm not doing this" she informed him coldly.

Moving away from her, he walked out onto the landing and stopped in front of his bedroom's door. Before entering, he turned to her and coolly replied "I will have you. And you know you want it too." With that, he walked in and shut the door leaving her trembling.

Anna had fled back to her house. How could she have been so stupid to allow herself to be caught like that? Every time she remembered, she blushed. However, she couldn't help wondering whether it was the situation or when she had felt his hard cock pressed against her.  

He had been right of course. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she did want him. Since she had grown closer to him, he had changed, somehow. He wasn't the same arrogant prick he had been when she had first moved in next door to him. 

He was a man. A man, who now desired her, as much as she did him. This both frightened yet excited her. 

She decided to avoid him for the next couple of days until she could deal with this new situation.

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Eric mentally kicked himself. He had probably frightened her. He was surprised the police had not been knocking at his door soon after their encounter. 

What did it matter though? She was now avoiding him. He had lost any chance of being with her for good. 

A week had passed since that day, and he had only seen a glimpse of her. She must've been really mad to be holding out for this long. 

That night Eric had gone to bed naked as usual. He still found it hard to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her. Finally, he managed to drift off. 

Something woke him up. It was she! He closed his eyes thinking that the insomnia was finally making him delusional. When he opened them again, he saw it was her standing at the foot of his bed.  

He jumped up and walked over to her. He didn't care how or why she was here. The main thing was, she was here.

God, she was beautiful. Her hair was tousled, falling heavy on the creamy flesh of her shoulders, adding to the wild beauty her features created. He noticed the even rise and falls of her breasts and ached to touch her nipples, clearly visible through the material of her slip. He watched those lips, so full and seductive. Eric barely contained a groan at the alluring sight she made. It hardened him. 

Eric caught hold of her slip and pulled it up, exposing her breasts. She sucked in her breath sharply at the touch of his mouth, the first light kiss against the side of her breast. His mouth worked restlessly against her breasts, his tongue teasing first one nipple and then the other his teeth closing in light nips. He was persistent, cupping her breasts in his hands and fondling her. His fingers were strong and rough, enough to arouse but not enough to bruise.

Picking her up lightly, he took her to his bed and knelt between her spread thighs to look at her pussy glistening in the light. He knew she wanted him and he taunted her for that very reason. She fought back a soft moan as Eric's mouth travelled down between her breasts, down over her stomach, making her shiver. His fingers slipped into her tight, slick pussy and she arched into him. He lowered his head between her legs dragging his tongue over her flesh in a long, slow stroke from her asshole to her clit, that made her squirm.

Over and over again, he licked her, each stroke teasing soft, muffled sounds from her throat. The feeling of his tongue sliding into her cunt, dipping deep inside her, hitting her cervix every time, making her quake from head to toe. Anna fought to keep from lifting her hips against his mouth. His lips closed around her clit teasingly, tugging gently. The more he licked, the more her body tightened. She had to swallow hard as she came from crying out too loudly.

He grinned with an evil grin. His tongue lightly lapped into her cunt and watched as she writhed on the bed. She couldn't stop or help herself. He moved his finger into her again and her pussy dripped and juiced for him. Anna gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure he caused her. He removed his finger and she watched as he sucked his finger with her juices still on it.

Shush," he whispered softly. "I'll be inside you soon, and I'll fuck you as hard as you need," he promised. "But first," he grabbed her chin. "Take me in your mouth," he ordered against her lush lips.

She looked at him dazed and found herself kneeling before him. She watched him grow harder and her tongue instinctively darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She lifted her eyes to him and blushed. Eric tilted her face back with firm fingers. He grabbed his cock and guided it towards her mouth. He watched her as she opened her lips and her pink tongue darted out to lick the underside of his glans, and then slowly fed more of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue flicked at him and he groaned. God, her mouth felt so good, so hot, so wet, so tight... His entire body was stiff with the strain of keeping himself from thrusting into her throat.

His taste, his scent filled her senses immediately. She tried to accommodate him, to relax, to get used to the feeling of his hot, hard cock filling her mouth. She curled her tongue around him and sucked. He groaned and she did it again, sliding her mouth on and off his cock, this time increasing her speed, allowing him to thrust against her gently. She moaned, the sweet vibrations of her throat almost pushing him over the edge, and he sucked in his breath, throwing his head back. She slid her mouth completely off him, her teeth slightly grazing him.

She grabbed his cock gently and their eyes locked for a moment. She turned her tongue into a hot little arrow, circling the head of his cock with it, before she slid her mouth on him again, wrapping her tongue around him driving him crazy. Eric closed his eyes as his hand slid into her hair, stroking gently in encouragement. 

He pulled her off him and dragged her to her feet. His mouth came down on hers, before she could react, with crushing brutality. Her soft moans turned into a gasp as his hands left her tender breasts to slide down over her buttocks. She shuddered as his fingertips sunk into the soft flesh of her cheeks to drag her hard up against him and her arms locked around his neck. She bit her lips as she felt him hard and demanding pressed up against her pussy. She gasped as she realized the effect her movements had on him.

He shoved himself inside her with one powerful thrust. Anna whimpered against his mouth, as she felt herself stretched almost to splitting point around his thick shaft. His fingers clenched on the soft flesh of her thighs as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, stretching her snug walls painfully around him. He was large, and she was incredibly tight, although she was wet and swollen from her orgasm he felt impossibly huge inside her.

He knew she would have difficulty accommodating him as he drove himself into the hilt. She bit her lips as pleasure began to surge through her. His fingers slid down to her lush, pink petals, to roughly caress her already swollen clit. She was moaning around him. His skilful fingers and his hard cock moved in union, sending her over the edge.

He increased the force of his thrusts, fucking her furiously and mercilessly. He impaled her fully on his cock over and over again, sliding in and out of her slick pussy with growing ease, as her desire increased. She came on his hard cock, her tight pussy clenched around him. Watching a woman orgasm was sexy and it triggered off his own Cumming. He spurted deep inside her womb with jerking thrusts, until finally he came to rest inside of her.

Anna felt his sticky warmth flooding her and now she understood the definition of the word "ravished." 



Ravished?



You're dressed to accentuate your charms, no bra and your nipples are hard from the cold, they are clearly visible through your dress. As you approach the store he is standing in the doorway, watching you. You walk up to him and begin a conversation, letting your coat to fall open allowing him to see your nipples making enticing little mounds on the front of your blouse. 

After a few minutes of conversation he comments "It's too cold out here, why don't we go inside and have something to warm us up?"

Throwing caution to the wind you agree and he opens the door and follows you inside; quietly shutting and locking the door After turning the sign to indicate the store is closed he leads you behind the counter. 

"The coffee is in the back room or maybe you'd like something stronger? Let me take you coat." Like a gentleman he helps you take it off and drapes it over a chair. 

Turning, you thank him, knowing he can see your breasts and the nipples through your blouse. "I'll tease him a bit then leave" you think as you walk into the back room, "This will be fun."

Suddenly, his hand is over your mouth and your head is held firmly against his chest. "Don't make a sound, bitch and you won't get hurt as much. I was watching you last Monday and thought what nice piece of ass you are. Now I'm going to find out for myself." 

Fear grips you. You had been sure you could control the situation and you would just tease him but now you can see that you were wrong. His words echo in your mind; he wouldn't hurt you as much." This is definitely not going as you planned.

He takes his hand off your mouth and turns you around. You stand there shaking with fear. 

"Now let's get a good look at you've got for me me." He grabs your blouse and rips it open, "Damn, woman. Look at those nipples! " He quickly removes the remainder of your clothes leaving you naked and quivering. 

You are terrified beyond belief but your body betrays you; your nipples are hard and your cunt is dripping. Frightened as you are you are also getting excited. 

Roughly he pushes you face down on to a table and grabs a piece of rope that is much too conveniently close. "He must have done this before", you think "What's he going to do? If it's just a fuck then this might not be so bad." The words "hurt as much" echo in your head and you don't really believe that's all he wants.

Tying your hands tightly together he stretches you across the table and secures the other end to a table leg. You lie face down with your body flat on the table, your legs on the floor and your ass and pussy obscenely displayed. 

"Now let's see what we got here." His hands force their way under you chest grabbing a breast in each hand, squeezing them harshly. "My, my, they ain't big but those nipples are really something." Fingers close over each nipple and he savagely squeezes and twist. You cry out in pain but there is also a powerful rush of sexual arousal as well.

He laughs as he pulls his hands out from under. He begins to explore the rest of you body. His first target is your ass, grabbing the cheeks and squeezing. Pulling them apart he examines the rosebud between them; "I wonder if she's been ass fucked before. I hope not, I want to be her first." 

His feet force your legs apart and he grabs your cunt shoving a finder deep into you. "Well, will you look at that, she's dripping wet. That will make it easier but I had wanted feel my cock force its way in. You can't have everything, I guess."

He walks to the other side of the table and lifts your head by your hair looking you straight in the eyes. "So, cunt, you're liking this, huh? Well we'll see how you feel about that when I'm done with you." 

He drops your head back to the table and steps back, Unbuckling his belt he pulls it from his pants and wraps it around his hand. "Just so you know I'm not fooling with you I going to give you a demo of what will happen if you don't keep quiet."

You bite your lip, this is going to hurt. 

You brace yourself for what is to come. All is quiet and the expected blow doesn't come. Just as you relax thinking he was just trying to scare you there is swish and suddenly you ass explodes in pain. The belt landed directly across both cheeks, the pain is beyond agony. Four more blows land in quick succession. The pain is beyond painful and you scream. 

He quickly reaches across the table and once more pulls your head up. "I told you to keep quiet! You do that again I'll stuff those panties of yours in your mouth. I think I got something else I want to stuff in there right now, though."

He walks around the table unfastening his pants. Standing before you he drops his trousers and underwear. Again he pulls up your head and right in front of you is the biggest black cock you've ever seen. It has to be at least 10 inches long and 2 inches across. "Open wide, bitch, and don't try nothing funny or that belting I gave you will feel like love pats." You open your mouth and immediately his cock deep into your throat. 

Unprepared, you gag but he doesn't let up as he begins to savagely fuck your face. You don't have a chance to get a good breath and you are soon feeling dizzy. You know you could never have deep throat that monster on your own but now he is forcing it down your throat, burying your nose in his crotch hairs. He continues for what seems forever and just as your starting to lose consciousness he relents and pulls his cock out.

Dropping your head on the table he moves to the other side. "Now let's get into some serious fucking". Once more his cock invades your body and though your frightened beyond belief you find yourself cumming hard. The cock fills you like you've never been filled before and it feels wonderful. He immediately begins pumping his cock into your cunt. You can't believe that monster could fit but you feel his balls slapping against your ass. On each plunge you feel the tip hit your cervix. It hurts but feels wonderful as well. You find yourself cumming over and over again. He has amazing stamina and continues to pound your pussy until he grunts and cums explosively, filling you with his sperm. As he pulls out globs of his cum slide down your legs. 

You think that it might be all over but he has more in store for you. "OK now. Let's go where no man has gone before." Pulling your ass cheeks apart he presses his still hard cock against you asshole. 

You have never let anyone try this with you for fear of how much it would hurt and now the first to use it will be a monster. You are thankful that his cock is covered with his cum that will provide some lubrication. 

Without any warning he jambs his prick to the hilt. The pain is indescribable; it feels like you are being split apart and burns like fire. You bite your lip, remembering his warning about what would happen if she made any more noise. 

He begins to pump his cock in and out of your ass. To your surprise and shame you find yourself beginning to enjoy the experience. Once the cock has plunged a couple of times the passage becomes lubricated and your sphincter muscles relax and the sensation is just one of being filled beyond belief. Again you begin to cum and you find yourself calling out "Yes, Yes, fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. Oh, God. Fuck me, cum in me. I love it!" 

Soon he complies. You're amazed that he still has anything left to but you feel him cumming and his sperm once more fills you. He laughs. "I knew you'd love this. I could just tell. You're just a slut and love to be fucked."

He pulls his cock free and part of you is disappointed. "Now, he must be finished." 

As if he heard you he says "I'm not quite done with you cunt. You got my cock all covered with your shit. You gonna just have to clean it up."

You can't believe he's going to do what you think he means but soon your head is again pulled up and his cock is once more presented. "This time I'm not going to fuck your mouth. I'm just going to let you suck and lick it clean. Do a nice job and I'll let you go without punishment." You feel yourself becoming nauseous, knowing he's going put his filthy cock in your mouth and your going to have to clean it. You can't face the belt again, though, and you reluctantly open your mouth. You shudder as you feel it slide into your mouth. The taste makes you gag but you reluctantly begin the process of cleaning him up. It takes 10 minutes before he is satisfied you have all of your shit cleaned up but finally he pulls free.

He pulls his pants back on then unties you. "I'm letting you go now. I won't even make any threats because I have the feeling you won't tell anyone about this. Admit it, you enjoyed this fuckfest as much as I did."

Without aword you gather your clothes and put them on as best you can. You silently walk out as he watches. As you return home you feel full of shame. "He's right I did enjoy it, and I won't tell."



Ravished & Eaten



This is my first attempt a true horror story. I saw there was a horror category and nothing in it really scared or disturbed me so this is my addition. Please read and review I love finding opinions, good or bad, in my mail box! Enjoy and its not for the weak of stomach, definitely a slasher piece.

Sandi sat with her bare legs crossed staring at her best friend Krissy over a cup of hot chocolate. Her nipples pressed forward through the thin fabric of her white tee shirt. Lower she had a glass of merlot tucked between her thighs separated from the chilled glass by a thin layer of khaki. "Come on baby, relax it nothing is going to eat you." A mischievous grin curled her lips upward. "Well I might if I get the chance." The nearly ten-foot grill still had the last of the hot dogs keeping warm over the stubbornly burning log.

Bright green eyes danced steadily between her friend's icy blue stare and the intimidating woods just beyond the reach of their firelight. Unlike her Sandi who's raven tresses would have brushed the ground if not for being pulled back into a hasty tail, Krissy's own hair was a dirty blonde and cut so short it could be considered boyish. It had been feathered when the night began but now it was flattened to her skull with sweat. She was a city girl, wrapped in a cashmere sweater and skintight denim, finished off with a pair of hiking boots. 

Of all that only her eyes were visible, peering out through a tiny hole in her sleeping bag. It was her very first night ever sleeping out in the forest, or anywhere other than her apartment and she wasn't enjoying herself. Her mind had already cooked up a dozen stories about every imaginable horror from a pack of wolves to grizzly bears to mountain lions. She couldn't keep her eyes from searching for a threat that didn't exist. She refused to relax, wouldn't touch the bottle of wine that Krissy was half through finally shaking her head at Sandi's offer.

"What is it your so worried about?" Sandi asked as she unlaced her boots eventually tossing them off her sleeping bag. 

"There's something out there." Krissy insisted her green eyes narrowing angrily before a rustle focused her attention back on the stretching shadows. For almost a minute she searched the darkness for the source of the sound before giving up and turning back towards Sandi who was shaking her head.

"Will you please, please stop it? You're only scaring yourself." She crawled forward gripping the younger woman's shoulders and pushing her down, sleeping bag and all into the soft grass straddling her sleeping bag. Strawberry scented lips were press again Krissy starting with her forehead then her eyelids taking special care to hold her down. "I promise you." Gently stroking the Krissy's cheek as while kissing her. "Nothing. . .is. . .going. . .to. . .happen." The blue-eyed beauty assured her punctuating her words with gentle kisses.

There was something out there though, hidden just behind the veil of darkness watching the girls through dozens of pupiless black orbs. It was called a Femora not that either of the girls would have recognized the writhing mass of tentacles and teeth if they had been able to see it. Nor would they have known of its hunger for humans. It was a devourer, a beast of hell that fed on human souls and emotions. Right now it was hovering, each serpentine appendage whipping in anticipation of the atrocities it would commit.

Krissy finally let herself relax into Sandi's touch unzipping her sleeping bag to let her in. A moment later the two were pressed against each other. Sandi pulling her sweater up over her head while Krissy peeled her pants down. "Hey lift your butt up I can't get these jeans off you!" Sandi shouted playfully. Krissy responded quickly thrusting her hips up while her pants were slowly turned inside out revealing her creamy flesh. She lowered herself back down wriggling her legs up and down as her clothing was removed. Propped up on her elbows to watch the progress she slammed back against the floor when Sandi tried to yank the jeans down over her boots. "Oopsie."

"Oops what?" Krissy asked trying to kick her denim tangled legs free. "Oh" Another brief kick was given before Sandi scooted forward spreading Krissy's thighs and slowly nibbling along the insides. Hot lips and a warm wet tongue blazed a fiery trail between over smooth flesh. A delighted giggle erupted from her Krissy who tried in vain to spread her legs even farther. "Ooooh I like that." She cooed propping herself upright again.

"Hush." Sandi whispered as she reached out and grasped the bottle of wine twisting the cork free. "Just hold still." She poured the red liquid from the bottle on Krissy's stomach filling her naval. 

"What are you doing?" Krissy cooed as the to chilled wine filled her naval. Sandi's tongue dipped into her naval when she started slurping noisily. The blonde wriggled and purred letting her eyes slip shut for the first time since the sun had settled over the horizon.

Arkon silently glided closer to the girls, still hidden by the shadows cast by the dying fire. The decision of which girl to take first was an easy one. The darker haired female was clearly dominant, mounting its mate and commanding the smaller female with only gestures and sounds. Sandi was still toying with Krissy when its tentacles slithered out from the trees soundlessly through the under brush until two would reach Sandi each one coiling up one of her ankles.

Sandi barely managed to scream before she was yanked upside down slamming her head against the ground before she was lifted even higher leaving only the tips of her hair sweeping over Krissy's thighs. Krissy on the other hand was already screaming at the tops of her lungs searching frantically for the Swiss army knife she'd brought for the trip. Grasping it in her fingers she pried open the screwdriver. Screaming a second time in frustration she started fumbling for the blade when a tentacle wrapped itself around her throat hoisting her up off the earth. Instantly the weapon was forgotten, her hands reaching up to hold claw at the thing around her throat. 

Krissy tried to scream again reaching out for the weapon only inches away. "Fuck!" Straining herself the tips of her fingers brushed against hilt of the weapon. She managed to curl her fingers raking it closer and closer when Sandi kicked her hard in the face splitting her lip. Warm coppery blood oozed from the open wound. The petite blonde continued thrashing back and forth her booted feet still trapped in her inside out pants. The knife was abandoned as Sandi's foot collided with Krissy's nose busting that as well. "Stop you stupid bitch!" She screamed spitting her own blood onto the floor below.

Sandi screeched paying no attention to her friend's voice. Gasping for air Sandi stopped screaming as her face started to turn blue and her kicking began to slow. Tendrils emerged from the darkness the open mouths biting down on her wrists and yanking them outward, stretching her till was certain her arms would be ripped from their sockets. A pair of toothy mouths grasped Sandi's pants tearing them from her legs along with her left boot before coiling around her thighs and yanking them apart.

The sleeping bags barely cushioned Krissy as she was dropped back down to the ground, teeth gripping her shorts jerking her up and slamming her down till the fabric tore free then repeated the process a moment later with her bubble gum pink thong. Her legs were pulled in opposite directions almost painfully white before one of the stalks started exploring her inner thighs. The slimy stalk pressed against her lips pushing and grinding till the goop coated her inner thighs finally managing to push itself into her dry pussy. "Fucking let me go you goddamn piece of shit!" She shrieked clenching her muscles and thrashing as much as she could manage.

Overhead Arkon twisted Sandi upside down its hungry mouths moving closing on her breasts nipping and suckling at the fleshy mounds. Not the soft gentle attentions of a lover but the brutal feeding of a monster. Hot red welts immediately started forming over her breasts thin lines of blood oozing from the dozens of scratches. Another greasy tentacle was starting to press up against her anus pushing, shoving trying to squeeze into that tight hole. She clenched her muscles tight, gasping as she felt the thing getting inside her. Every little ridge and vein on the appendage felt like it would rip her open as it forced its way deeper and deeper into her bowels. She wasn't certain how deep it had gotten yet, though she was certain it would soon emerge from her stomach. Throwing her head back again she shrieked at the tops of her lungs unable to escape her fate. She was bleeding, torn flesh lubricating the way to let Arkon further her defilement.

Somewhere in the darkness came the laughter of the monster, a sound like boulders ground together as it fed on their torment. A warm shiver traveled the across its body as the terror washed over and through its being. It enjoyed hearing them shriek, delighted in torn, broken and ruined flesh and so it continued it assault. Pushing its phallus like tendril past Sandi's sphincter twisting as it invaded her. Thirteen inches pushed on through her intestines threatening to burst through her stomach. It was giving Krissy's cunt the same abuse, nearly driving her skull into the ground with each thrust. Her body was starting to react despite her terror and pain, moistening, clenching the organ tight even as she tried to push it from her body. The pleasures of the flesh weren't entirely wasted on the beast either, its tentacle pulsing as it thrust back and forth. It grew, nearly doubling in size till it was as thick as the girl's thigh. Seconds later it tore free of her now bleeding walls and blasted her with a hot green slime. Spurt after spurt soaked her face, her breasts and belly. Nearly two gallons in all enough to nearly drown her, and more than enough to silence the endless stream of profanity flowing from her lips.

Sandi couldn't fight any longer, couldn't claw, kick, or bite. Couldn't even scream out in pain. She just hung in place, eyes glossed over as Arkon lowered her to the ground. Her head was only inches away from Krissy; the girls could have touched in that instant if they'd only known how close they were. Abandoning her thighs instead coiling his limbs around her ankles and pulling them up alongside her head. Inside her that thing was ballooned to the size of a baseball bat and flooding her insides with the same glop coating her friend. A quick yank clashed their skulls together Krissy's booted foot pressed between Sandi's tits.

Sandi tried to ignore the building pressure in her gut but couldn't. She could feel it broiling her stomach as the pumping phallus stirred the shit in her bowels together with its own fluids. Felt it pumping in and out and finally pulling free of her gaping hole just in time for the vile concoction to brew forth from her bowels. The disgusting fetid sludge painted down her belly and over her breasts turning them a green streaked brown. Her beautiful tear filled eyes watched in horror as the overflow spread over neck and finally covered her face.

Both girls were gasping for air, tongue churning shit or cum away from their mouths. Swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cum until their bellies were completely filled with the stuff. Sandi heaved, her stomach rejecting her shit finally vomiting onto their sleeping bags. Krissy fared a little better, spitting out the monster's juices. It was the sound of her best friend expelling the contents of her gut that got her heaving and the sight of her best friend's shit mixed vomit slide over her own cum soaked cheek that made her turn her head and puke. Partially digested graham crackers and marshmallows bubbling out of her lips. 

"Fucking goddamn piece of shit!" Sandi gurgled through her own blood and vomit. "Let me go before I claw your eyes out!" 

"Sandi." Krissy whispered sputtering bile with each word. 

One at a time the tentacles released the girls, only keeping a single grip around an ankle. The girls turned towards each other, locking their fingers together knowing their final minutes were only seconds away. Only Sandi screamed when they were yanked up into the air again and sprayed clean. He twisted them slowly shaking water and filth from girls till they were clean. 

Dozens of prehensile appendages appeared from the darkness bringing branches and logs to throw on the dying fire until it again roared. As the light spread the girls finally got to see the thing hold them. Like a nest of snakes it didn't seem to have any body or head, nothing distinguishable. Its dark laughter seemed to echo all around as it over turned their cooler gripping the last bottles of wine and shattering them against Sandi's skull splitting her open yet again before pouring the contents over Krissy and flinging her down on the grill.

The smell of human flesh cooking nauseating but feeling of the fire licking at Sandi's flesh was appalling. Sandi couldn't even hear the screams of her friend over her own horrified screeching. She watched as Krissy thrashed against the monster's grasp. She flopped and flipped twisting her body to escape until one final scream erupted from her throat and she fell silent. She wasn't dead, not yet, her body still danced on the girl until she was lifted up off grill and towards one of the tentacles. The mouth opened wide stretching around her head like a snake and swallowing her body whole. Sandi watched as her friend was completely devoured by the monster and awaited her own fate.

She didn't have long to wait. Arkon had found what remained of their s'more ingredients and started melting them together. Sandi tried to scream as the boiling hot chocolate was poured over her face only a series of high pitched gurgles managing to escape her throat. She felt as the sweet goo covered her from head to toe. She managed to wipe enough of the chocolate from her eyes to see the mighty maw gape open to accept her. She was silent, unable to scream as the muscles constricted around her forcing her down its throat and into the center of that thing. There was total darkness inside, so pitch black that she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or shut. She was certain that the thing she bumped into had once been her best friend and lover.



Ravished at the River



We decided we needed to get out for a bit and enjoy the out of door on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. You suggest we head up to your favorite stream and do a bit of fishing. It is a very secluded spot on private land and normally there is no one about. I usually lie on the riverbank and read while you do a little fishing. I had no way of knowing what you had planned. You toss together your fishing stuff while I pack a quick picnic lunch and we jump into the truck and head out. We arrive at the river and it is absolutely gorgeous. It is about 80 degrees, the sun is shining and there is just enough of a breeze to keep things cool enough. You laid out a blanket for me in a shaded spot between some thick willows and wade into the water to fish. You're wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I strip off my shorts and t-shirt and am wearing a bikini swim suit. I lie on the blanket and begin reading my book unaware of what was going to take place. You catch a couple trout and release them, which is great. Eventually you come out of the water and lie next to me and just stare at me as I read. You love looking at me; you keep telling me I am indeed one very sexy woman with my slim curvy body, smooth flat stomach and delightfully small but nice breasts. I look up from my book and see you just staring at me with that glint in your eyes. 

I ask, "What you are looking at?"

"I am looking at only the most beautiful woman in the entire world." 

"Thank you love, you are embarrassing me." Although I delight in him looking at me, I blush.

"I'm serious; I could not imagine anyone more beautiful. Your blue eyes, blond hair and hot body, how could you not be more beautiful."

You reach out and gently stroke my arm. It sends chills up my spine and over my body. I see the smile on your face grow as you continue to look at me. You continue stroking my arm and eventually reach my shoulder and slip your hand down my sides and under the straps on my bikini top. I shiver ever so slightly as your fingers continue to explore. Your hand slowly slips around the length of the strap until it reaches to side of my small but incredible breast. You love the feel of my breasts. My nipples instantly begin to swell and you can see the fruits of your caressing and it is driving you wild. You slip your hand into my top to fondle my breasts and to tweak those amazing nipples. You untie the strap around my neck and unfasten my bikini top, exposing my breasts. I can feel the warm sun as they are exposed and I can feel my nipples get harder still. 

"Damn you do have such incredible tits and nipples sweetie," you say as you cup your hand over my tit with my nipple standing between your fingers. You roll your fingers to tease it even more and gently squeeze it between your fingers and pull ever so slightly. This only makes it harder and longer. Your other hand roams to my smooth stomach and finally between my legs rubbing that delicious love mound through my bikini bottom. I reach out to find you already have a raging hardness. We are lying there on the bank of the river in the pristine setting with not a sole in sight or at least I believed that. 

You slip your hand inside my bottom to find I am soaking wet and this sends you over the top. I slide my hand inside your shorts and find your hardness throbbing with desire for me and I help you remove them. You slip my bottoms down and off my incredible legs and I'm lying there nude. My top is lying next to my head. You kind of roll on top of me and begin kissing me with such passion, our tongues entwine in a delicate dance. We are so absorbed on our building passion we didn't hear the two men sneaking up on us. Before we know what is going on they are on us and are threatening us with knives dragging you off of me. 

One has a knife at your throat and you are on your knees at my feet. They gaze at me and simply say, "Damn bitch, you are fucking beautiful." 

I am shocked and scared and trying to cover up with the blanket but one of them grabs me by the hair and is holding a knife to me, telling me to be still and not fight. 

The other takes you to a nearby tree, only a few feet from me, ties your hands and throws the rope over a tree limb and stretches your arms well over your head and leaves you hanging there. 

"You will not be hurt if you do as we say and be still and quiet," the one holding me says loudly enough for all to hear.

"Fuck you sons-of --bitches," you say. "If you so much as touch her, I'll kill you." 

They simply laugh. "You're not in any kind of position to do anything." 

You are hanging with your hands over your head, feet barely touching the ground and nude. 

Their attention is now back to me on the blanket. I am forced to lay back and they tie me spread-eagled to the willows on either side. One removes the blanket that was partly covering me. I am now completely nude with my sweet smooth shaven pussy exposed for their pleasure and for you to watch. You can see exactly what they are doing to me and know what they are going to do and it is driving you wild. You are struggling at your ropes trying to get loose. 

They start saying things to me about you like "So you like his cock do you?" and "Do you want to see his hard cock?" 

Struggling, I at first I try not to say anything to them but they threaten me with the knife and so I finally say, "Yes I love your hard cock." 

One of them goes over to you with his knife and flashes it close to your face and whispers something to you. With the scare, your cock lost its hardness. 

They laugh at me, "Look at that pathetic cock. He can't even keep it hard." "Were going to show you what it is like to get fucked by a real cock." One of the guys reaches out and begins caressing my breasts and tweaks my nipples. I try to squirm away from his touch but it is no use as I'm tied so tight I can't move. Once again you tell them to leave me alone but they simply laugh. He leans forward and takes my nipple in his mouth and begins to suck on it, soft at first and then harder. His tongue swirling around the tip, I am scared and struggle to get loose but I can feel my arousal beginning and my nipple stiffening. 

The other guy lays his hand on my love mound and in rubbing it; he spreads my pussy lips and says to his buddy. "Look at this nice little clit, it looks so lonely." He lays one finger on it and begins to rub it. It too swells with my growing excitement even though I'm trying to fight it. 

He looks me in the eye and says, "So you like that do you sweetie, your clit feels good doesn't it, I wonder what it tastes like, do you want me to suck it?" 

I again struggle and try to squirm away and he slaps my mound and says, "Be still and you won't get hurt. You're just going to get fucked like you have never been fucked before." 

The guy sucking on my tit unzips his pants and drops them and begins stroking his huge hard cock as he continues to suck on my tits. I am now really scared. I was soaking wet, knowing my pussy was swollen from wanting to be fucked by you and now I knew I was going to get raped by them. I didn't want to get raped by them but as they continue to play with me, my body started responding. The guy rubbing my clit leans forward and flicks his tongue across it and I shiver and spasm slightly from the sensation. I didn't want this to happen. I could feel my body responding, getting hotter and my pussy swelling more and moisture seeping from me.

He removes his tongue from my clit long enough to say, "So you like that do you? You taste so sweet." 

The guy sucking my tits now gets a little rougher as he starts to jerk himself off while he sucks me. He is sucking hard on my nipple and even using his teeth to pull on it and hold it while his tongue bores into the very tip. He is almost chewing on my nipple and although it hurts a bit it is so exciting at the same time. 

The guy licking my clit sucks it completely into his mouth and grabs it between his teeth. I gasp loudly at this sudden sensation and this just drives them on harder. He is running his hands all over my body feeling my tense muscles, my smooth stomach and spreading my inner thighs even wider. 

I look at you in terror and find you are getting highly aroused tied there watching them ravage my naked body. I didn't understand how this could be happening, how my being raped would arouse you like that.

Suddenly the guy sucking my clit stops, stands and drops his pants to reveal the largest cock I have ever seen. My eyes grow wide with fear but at the same time it makes me even more excited at the thought of that huge cock stuffed into my pussy. I am not sure I can take it all. It is very long and the thickest cock I have ever seen. I could not possibly reach around it and probably not with BOTH hands. He stands there and strokes it and to my amazement it continues to grow larger and thicker. 

"Now you are going to find out what a real cock feels like!" He tells me as he positions himself between my legs and looks me in the eyes. He guides his cock to my pussy and rubs the head up and down my slit over and over again spreading my pussy lips and lubing his cock with my pussy juice. Then he begins to slip it into me, stretching me to the maximum. 

I have never had such a large cock before and it hurts like hell. I squirm and try to escape the invading cock but to no avail. I can't escape and he relentlessly continues pushing his cock into my tight pussy. It hurts and I scream while trying to buck him off but the more he pushes into me, I find I am actually trying to lift my hips off the ground to meet him and to help him enter me. 

You are hanging there watching this huge salami disappearing into my pussy and as he withdraws to push back in, you can clearly see my pussy juice all over it and it makes you even more aroused. 

He now slams the entire thing into me all the way to his balls and I am screaming in pain so loudly they could hear me in the next county. He thrusts himself in as deep as he can and reaches to untie my feet but can't reach the ropes. I am whimpering and trying to squirm away from him but yet trying to meet him and hold him in to keep him from hurting me more. He tells the other guy to untie my feet so they can see how well I can fuck. 

The guy sucking my nipples stops, unties my feet and repositions himself at my head and in pulling my hair brings me up in a somewhat sitting position and begins feeding his cock into my mouth shutting me up. I greedily suck his cock down my throat while the other guy is lying still in me. I have wrapped my legs around him holding him in me and concentrate on the cock in my mouth. He is thrusting into my mouth and I am choking a little at his thrusts. He quickly cums and I gag as I try to swallow his huge load. 

They are both laughing at my gagging saying to me, "What's the matter bitch, never had so much at once? Your boyfriend can't produce?" 

His throbbing cock kept pumping my mouth full. What I could not swallow was escaping out the sides of my mouth and running down my neck and between my breasts. As his quivering subsided and flow stopped, he told me to suck harder to get all of it and I worked on the head of his cock sucking him dry. He pulled himself free and I could finally breathe and I spit at him. He called me an ungrateful bitch and slapped me. I fell back to the blanket while they both laughed. 

The guy that was in me said, "OK, let's see what your pussy can do." 

I have locked my ankles behind his back and am squeezing him between my legs trying to keep him from thrusting and hurting me. He lays down on me almost crushing me and kisses me as he is feeling my breasts and rubbing them with his hands trying to get me to relax. I try to resist him but my body desperately wants him and I find I can no longer fight it. The other guy sits back to watch and cheer his friend on and says he will help hold me if he is needed. 

Once his cock was fully inside me it did not hurt anymore and in fact began to feel incredible. He slowly started to thrust in and out as I relaxed. I unlocked my ankles and found my legs were no longer squeezing him but are raised in the air to give him better access into me. I find myself wanting to thrust back to him and am trying to rock my hips up to meet him. He is grunting his pleasure at me opening up to him and is gazing into my eyes, smiling at my want for him. He whispers to me that I am the most beautiful woman he has ever fucked and wants me to be his. I can only look back at him. I am oblivious to everything around us. He was no longer hurting me with his slow, very slow thrusting. It was the most intense feeling I have ever felt. He was bringing me very close to orgasm and I was moaning my pleasure. He was stretching me, hitting bottom, rubbing the head of his cock against my cervix with each thrust inward and I found this was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt. 

My orgasm was starting very deep within me and I could not stop it. There was no way I could. I felt my body start to quiver and I began the most intense spasms. My body felt like it was trying to turn its self inside out. Every muscle seemed to quiver and spasm and I nearly passed out with the intense pleasure of it. I lay under him as he rode my orgasm out, me wanting to hold him with my legs and arms but my hands were still tied. When my quivering subsided, he reached up and untied my arms and whispered to me that he had not cum yet and now it was his turn. He held both hands above my head and pulled himself out from me. I whimpered upon his withdraw but just as the head of his cock slipped out he shoved it forcibly back in. I screamed at the suddenness of it, the force, and the pain as he drove it into me. He was pounding me hard lifting me up off the blanket with each thrust. 

I heard you shout for him not to hurt me but he kept it up. Oh the pleasurable pain. I was screaming at each of his thrusts, not from the pain but the pleasure it was giving me. I had my feet placed on the ground on either side of him and I was raising my hips up to meet each of his hard thrusts. God it felt good. My orgasms came and went as he was pounding me. Suddenly he thrust deep one last time. He was grunting that he was starting to cum and I felt him start to quiver and his cock seemed to grow harder and larger as he spasmed his huge load into me. He seemed to go on forever and I could feel his cum stretch me and leak from me. He fell down upon me exhausted from his workout, sweat dripping from him down upon my own sweaty body. We lay that way for a little while until the other guy said it was his turn and he lifted himself off and pulled free from me. 

They exchanged places and the other guy just shoved himself into me. I was too exhausted to resist any longer and just lay there while he fucked me. I lay there watching you as he did me. I could see your excitement and was looking at your engorged throbbing cock. It didn't dawn on me that this was or could be one of my fantasies being played out. It didn't take him long to cum in me with his intense thrusting. I orgasmed again when he did but I was close to being totally exhausted and drained.

The other guy, the one with the big cock comes back to me and lies down beside me. He tells me to suck him off, it is his turn to be sucked off and I had better do a good job. I get between his legs and started but I could barely get the head of his engorged cock in my mouth. There was already pre-cum glistening at the opening when I started sucking him. 

The other guy watches for a while then comes up behind me and shoves his now hardened cock into me doggy style and humps me. I can't concentrate on the cock in my mouth until suddenly the guy in my pussy begins to slam his cock in even harder and spasms and shoots a huge load of hot cum in me and collapses down on us. As his orgasm subsides he pulls his cock out of me as the guy under us shouts, "God damn it, get off of us and let her do me." 

I didn't get to cum and looking at the huge cock in my hands, I slide up over it and sit down hard driving it deep into me. He tells me to stop and suck him but I am already riding him fast and hard and with both of us extremely excited, we both climax as I sit down hard and hold him deep in me. Sweat was dripping from me by this time and my body was glistening in the sun. These orgasms were like none I have ever had before and I'm screaming and moaning my pleasure. This orgasm is so fucking intense my vision goes blurry and I'm nearly passing out. I am shivering, shaking and in uncontrollable spasms. I am being raped over and over again and liking it, taking part in my own rape. 

I collapse, lay there recovering and after a few minutes he roles me off him on to my back and kneels beside me, smiling at me and says to the other guy that you both should probably leave. Nether leaves right away but just look longingly at me. Finally they both kneel over me and say they are going to cum all over my hot tits and they both begin stroking their now swelling cocks. I watch intently as they stroke harder and faster. They are obviously getting closer and suddenly they both begin to moan and shoot loads of hot cum all over my breasts. It covers my tits and some spurts up onto my face. As it is dripping down off my nipples, I reach up and rub it all over them. Then as quickly as they came they are gone and leave us there naked and alone. I get up and come over and untie you. You have been watching your beautiful baby getting raped by these cocks as your own cum was building within you and wanting release. The pre- cum is glistening at your opening and wanting to flow, you are now so fucking hot. You grab me in your arms, carry me to the blanket, lay me down and slam your cock into my dripping, cum soaked pussy and fuck the hell out of me until you too unload the largest load of cum you have ever shot. We collapse together on the blanket and drift off to sleep to regain some energy so we can fuck again before leaving. As we dozed off, you ask me if my rape fantasy has been met. I replied it at first scared me as I had no idea of what was going on but when I saw that you were not really scared and how aroused you had become, I figured it out. I didn't know what they had planned and how they were going to do it to me but at the same time I got so excited that I was ready to try almost anything! I have never been fucked like this and so turned on. It was not until we walked to the truck that I found out I was so sore it hurt to walk. Still, this was the best sex I had ever had. We drove home in silence; I was sitting as close to you as my seatbelt would let me. I had you unzipped and was playing with you just as you were doing with me. I told you I was sore from all fucking so you were touching me lightly but still I orgasmed as you played with my clit. I was not wearing my bikini bottoms, my shorts were soaked and I was wetting the bench seat of your truck. Your shaft was very hard, your tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum at your opening when I leaned down and tried to jam my tongue into it as I engulfed your head with my mouth. You had been so close to cumming that as soon as I got you in my mouth you shot your load. I held your shaft tight trying to hold you back but it was too late and I then just tried to suck you dry. The suddenness of your release and the pleasure I was causing you distracted you and you almost drove off the road. It had been good that we were still on the dirt road and not yet on the pavement so you stopped and let me finish doing you. 

"God girl you do that well." 

Laughing, I said, "Yes I do, and I have had plenty of practice." 

It did not take us long after that to get to your place and as we got out of the truck I discovered I was really sore. We headed to the shower to clean up and after inspecting my love nest for damage, we discovered I was bruised and swollen from all the activity I had received. My pussy had never had pounding like that with such a large cock and I was really sore and hurting. We both decided I needed to lay off having sex for a few days. 




Ravished at the River



After cleaning up and settling down with a glass of wine in front of the fireplace, relaxing after a fun day, I asked, "Who were the guys? Will I see them again?" 

"Their some old friends from way back in collage and were here visiting. I don't know if we will see them again before they leave." 

You wouldn't volunteer any more information about them even though I tried to find out their names and where they were from. The subject was dropped after that. I wanted more information about the guy with the big cock but I didn't want to force the issue. I was afraid you might think I wanted to leave you and go to him or something like that. You sounded like you were a little jealous of him and didn't want him around me again. I did finally find out his name was Ben. I later left and went home to my place. I knew I would only have Sunday to relax and to heal before dreaded work on Monday so as soon as I got home I ran a tub of hot water with lots of salts and soaked. I thought it would be best if I just lay around and soaked for the evening and did a lot of soaking Sunday.

Several days later I was at the market when I thought I saw Ben in the parking lot watching me as I was walking into the store. He was driving a black Saturn but when I tried to get a better look he turned away. I forgot about him as I was doing my shopping and when I left the store I looked around and didn't see him. It was not until I was on my way home that I saw a black car following me. At least I thought it was following me but then maybe I was only wishing. Still, it was a black car, was it a Saturn? I lost sight of it in the traffic and was soon home. I looked around when I got out of the car and didn't see any black car on the street so I took my shopping inside and put things away. 

You had called several times wanting me to come over or for you to come over here but I said if you did, sex was out of the picture. I still hurt a little and still didn't want to have sex with anyone. You never came over to my place and I never went over to your place. You thought I was upset with you for the hurting but I told you if we were together, I wouldn't be able to help myself and sex would be involved. It is best if we stay apart until I healed up. After thinking about it, you agreed and thought it a good idea. Actually, I was feeling ok, the soreness was gone and I just wanted to let you simmer for a while. The sex would be more intense the longer we were apart and just thinking about it was making me horny. 

I couldn't get my mind off of Ben now. The pleasure of that big cock pounding me felt so good and the thought of seeing him in the parking lot and the black car following me was getting my mind to wander. I felt wetness between my legs and looked down. My crotch was getting wet. Gad Sara I told myself, you're letting your imagination go wild. You need to stop this. I needed to go change and if I kept thinking about Ben and the black car, I would need to do something. I stopped and looked out the window at the street as I headed to my room to change. I pulled off my slacks and wet panties and was starting to finger myself when I said Sara you need to stop this. I grabbed some cotton panties with a panty liner and pulled it on. I then put on a pair of comfortable shorts and my good slippers and headed to the kitchen. I paused long enough to again look out the window onto the street. I thought aloud, Sara, get hold of yourself, and stop this wild thinking. It will be getting dark soon and you need to make dinner. My kitchen window looks out onto the back patio and while I was washing veggies for my salad, I thought I saw movement. It was getting dark and hard to see. I stopped long enough to go to the patio door to look out. It is usually locked and I didn't check it. I went back to the front room and looked out at the street, still no cars, and no black car anyway. 

As I was looking, I thought I heard a door open and close and went back to the kitchen and checked the lock on the patio door. The door was closed and locked. I thought nothing about it after that and went on and fixed and ate dinner. I settled down on the couch with a glass of wine and watched TV until about 8:00 and decided to get ready for bed. I went to my bedroom and stripped, wanting to take a hot shower and as I did, I admired my slim body in the full-length mirror on the wall. I was running my hands over my smooth skin, firm breasts, tight smooth stomach, and what I think is a beautiful love mound. I did not notice the closet door being slightly opened. It was usually wide open being a walk in closet, but then the wine was getting to my head and I was slightly tired and somewhat excited at looking at myself. 

I was looking forward to my hot shower. I turned off the bedroom lights and moved to the bath, leaving the bathroom door open. I have a tub and large separate shower with the shower just to the side of the bathroom door. The shower, being large with two showerheads had no doors; open to the rest of the room. One could see into it from the doorway if you stood just right. I started running the water waiting for it to get hot and stood in front of the sink brushing my hair. It was dark in the rest of the house. I usually turn off all lights unless I am in the room and being in a bright room I did not see into the shadows beyond the bathroom door. Steam was coming from the shower and I turned and entered. Someone moved into position so I could be watched. I stood under the spray for some time enjoying the hot water before I turned off the tap and started to soap myself down, starting at my face and working down my neck across my breasts to my flat stomach and my love mound. I soaped myself well; taking my time to make sure every inch was clean. I was using my favorite lilac smelling cream soap, to leave my skin sweet smelling and moist. The view of me was unobstructed. 

After I soaped myself, I decided to shave the stubble that was showing. Taking my razor, I quickly shaved under my armpits and bent down to shave my legs. My shower has a built in seat so I placed my right foot on it and leaned down and shaved my right leg. This obstructed the view somewhat and after I finished with that leg, I placed my left foot on the seat and shaved that leg. In doing so, there was a clear view of me. Legs done, I sat down to shave my love mound and in doing so, there was a clear view of me. I slowly and very carefully shaved across my mound and over my pussy lips carefully making sure I got all the stubble with out cutting myself. I thought I heard something beyond the bathroom door and looked up just as I was finishing. I could see nothing.

I turned the tap back on and rinsed, leaving myself squeaky clean and clean-shaven. I had a bottle of liquid lilac moisturizer I used to splash myself and I rubbed that all over me, again making sure every inch was covered. I made sure my love mound and lips were moisturized and sweet smelling too. As I turned to reach for my towel, I heard something, a slight scuffle just beyond the bathroom door and turned and looked in that direction but I saw nothing. Again, I thought my imagination was playing tricks and again I thought of Ben and wondered if I would ever see him again. I stepped out of the shower and patted myself down making sure I didn't rub too hard. Rubbing hard in drying is bad for the skin and I wanted mine soft and smooth. Finishing up in the bathroom I reach for my robe and put it on and go to my bead room. I did not close the blinds and light was coming into the room from the outside light from the house next door. They left that light on all night every night. When I came into the room I noticed the closet door was wide open and I wondered about that but then decided I must have opened it. Giving it no more thought I turned to the bed to turn down the covers. My back was to the closet and after messing with the blankets I let my robe fall to the floor. I felt movement behind me and as I started to turn, someone grabbed me and placed a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. A man's voice told me to remain quiet and at the same time I felt a large warm hardness pressing me in the back. 

"Will you be quiet?" He said. I nodded yes as he removed his hand. I had already reached behind me and had hold of an enormously engorged manhood of love and turned to meet him. 

"Ben," I said. 

"Yes," he said and he bent down to kiss me. I reacted with full passion as my mouth and tongue intertwined with his wrapping my arms around him. Finally coming up for air, we both tried to speak at the same time. We both laughed.

I said, "You first." 

"I wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you at the river. I'm sorry I took you that way. I want to make it up to you now. Will that be OK with you?" 

I told him as I held him that, "Yes, he is all I could think about and I couldn't wait to see him again. I needed him in me." 

With that, he picked me up and gently laid me out on the bed. I quickly spread my legs for him as he crawled between them leaned down over me, laying his weight on me kissing me. I felt his beautiful hardness against me pressing against my love mound, the head just against the lips of my love hole. The passion was building in me and I could feel the lips of my love hole already swelling and opening for him, the moisture of my passion beginning to leak from me. He was kissing me all over, his hands, lips and tongue searching out and conquering all of my erroneous zones as he had his way with me.



Ravished By A Young Man



Saturday:

I arrived at the address to collect the key for my holiday house in Spain. I knocked on the door and a young man answered. A very handsome young man! He was about twenty or twenty-one and had beautiful dark brown eyes, black hair and a deep suntan.

"I'm Kay and I've come to collect the key for the holiday home I'm renting for the week."

"Right," he said, looking me up and down, "I'll get my mother."

And with that he walked off. I watched his rounded, muscular buttocks disappear through another door. After a short wait his mother came out to see me full of smiles and chat and gave me the key. I then drove the few hundred yards, in my hire car, to my home for the coming week.

As my husband was away on business I was on my own, but I was looking forward to relaxing in the Spanish sunshine. 

The house was right on the beach. It was smallish but had a large back garden with a very high fence giving absolute privacy. At the bottom of the garden was a gate leading directly onto the beach. What more could I possibly want?

I was hot and sticky from my journey so I opened my luggage, pulled out the first bikini I came across and put it on. Excitedly I jogged to the bottom of the garden, opened the high wooden gate, and strode onto the golden sand. All I wanted was a swim so I kept on going until I could dive into the waves. The coolness of the sea tightened my nipples. I swam out a fair distance and then along parallel to the beach. 

After I had cooled down, and had swum quite a distance, I made my way to the shore to walk back towards my holiday home. The sun soon dried my skin and, at last, I felt relaxed and miles away from business and stress. As I got closer to my house I could see someone leaning against the fence by my gate. At first I couldn't make out who it was, but then I recognised the boy from where I had picked up the key.

He was no wearing cut-off shorts and his body looked firm and well defined. "God," I thought, "If only I was twenty years younger."

His eyes were on me, as I walked towards him, taking in my breasts as they bounced freely under my skimpy bikini top. I felt a little flustered as I knew my nipples were hard and could easily be seen.

"Hi," I said, "Off for a swim?"

He drew his eyes away from my tits, looked me in the eyes and said, "No." 

With that he walked away. "Obviously a man of few words," I told myself.

I walked into the garden, closed the gate and made my way into the house. I felt strangely aroused at the thought of this boy looking at me and admiring my body. 

There was a mirror in the living area and I glanced at myself. Looking back at me was a 41 year old business woman but one, I thought, who was in pretty good shape. Many years of yoga and exercise had kept my body toned and supple. I unhooked my bikini top and let my breasts fall free. They were a good size and had very sensitive nipples. I brushed them gently and a tingle made my body shiver. 

My bikini bottoms were also soon discarded and I could see my shaven pussy, smooth and moist. I touched myself with one finger and was aware that my clitoris was firm and standing out proud. I took a deep breath and, for a moment, wished my husband was with me. I guessed that I would have to rely on my fingers and my vibrator to satisfy my sexual yearnings and desires.

I stayed naked as I walked around the house and unpacked my suitcases.

I had noticed a small restaurant nearby when I arrived so I decided to go out for my evening meal. I was feeling sexy so I simply pulled on a sundress over my nakedness. It felt so nice and free and I knew I would be very turned on by this when I arrived home again after my meal. I placed my vibrator by my bed in readiness. 

I walked along to the restaurant and could feel my unrestrained breasts moving against the thin material of my dress. Needless to say my nipples became hard and firm.

I had my meal, with a few appreciative glances from the waiter, and started to make my way back to my house and my waiting plastic lover. I had drunk a fair amount of wine so my mood was very relaxed and I felt vibrant and alive. 

As I walked homewards I heard footsteps behind me. I wasn't too worried but I turned around to see who it was. It was the same boy from picking up the key and on the beach. A coincidence? Somehow I didn't think so.

I continued walking until I reached my house. At this point the boy had disappeared.

I thought no more of this and went indoors. I had a shower and made my way to the bedroom naked. I glanced out of the window and there was 'the boy' looking back at me from the opposite side of the road. I realised he could see me but, for some reason or other, I made no effort to cover up. I just stood still and looked back at him. He must have been embarrassed at being seen because he moved away.

I lay on my bed and grinned to myself. It was nice to be admired and lusted over. My hands cupped my breasts and I felt so damn sexy. My nipples were on fire as I pulled on them gently. I groaned with pleasure and continued exploring my warm, freshly perfumed body. I stroked my pubic mound and one of my fingers stretched towards my clitoris. I groaned again as I felt how large and hard it was. I pulled back the hood so that my magic button was fully exposed.

Dipping one finger into my moist pussy I used this to spread the slippery juices over my clit. My mouth was salivating as I took my clit between two fingers and started to milk it delicately. My whole body was now trembling with anticipation and needed release. My cunt spasmed slightly as I continued manipulating my hardness.

I couldn't hold off and any longer and let out an animalistic sound as I orgasmed. I could feel my cunt filling with my hot cum and I came a second time sweating and moaning. 

In my head there was a picture of 'that' boy looking at me, his penis throbbing and erect. I had to reach for my vibrator now and thrust it deep inside my wetness. I wanted, no needed, to be fucked. In and out went the vibrator filling and stretching me. I pounded into myself until I erupted in a sea of wanton sexuality. Juices were running between my open thighs as I slowed down and pulled my lover from my gaping cunt.

I fell fast asleep until the next morning. 

Sunday:

After breakfast all I wanted to do was to flop out in the sunshine. My respectable business life was miles away and all of the stress that it entailed.

I walked about the house naked. It seemed pointless wearing anything. I wanted an all over tan, so that was what I was going to achieve. I moved a sun-bed into position in the garden and stretched out naked. The sun felt wonderful on my skin and I knew the garden was private so I wouldn't be seen.

I spent most of the morning lying still other than to massage suntan lotion into my skin occasionally. Heaven!

I think I must have dosed off as I suddenly jolted to a strange nearby loud noise. I looked up and there was the boy with a lawn mower starting to cut the grass - and there I was legs spread and naked.

I grabbed a small towel I had with me and tried to cover myself. The mower stopped and he said, "Mother says I have to cut the grass."

"You could have warned me," I said grumpily, "I wasn't expecting anyone to come barging in."

"I've got a key to the gate," he answered, as if that made everything alright. Mind you, how could I be cross for long? He was standing there in tiny shorts, shoes and nothing else. Jesus, he looked like a Greek God, or something, and he was gazing at the shape of my body beneath the towel.

"What's your name?"

"Peter."

"Hello Peter, I'm Kay."

"I know that," and he started up the mower again. 

This time it was me watching him, the way he moved, the tightness of his muscles, the firmness of his bottom. I 'accidently' allowed my towel to fall a little so my tits were virtually uncovered. I saw him lick his lips when he noticed what I had done.

It was then that I saw the shape of his penis beneath his shorts. It was beginning to harden. As he walked up and down the grass his cock was getting larger and larger. 

"What's wrong with me?" I questioned myself, "Here I am fancying a twenty year old boy." I did my best to pull myself together and covered my breasts properly.

I decided to go into the house until Peter was finished and wrapped the towel around me as best as possible. Once inside I closed the window blinds so I couldn't be seen. I had left, however, a small gap in the blinds so that I could look out. I did so and I was shocked to see Peter with his shorts pushed down and his cock fully out.

I watched him breathlessly as he wanked his hardness. My towel was by now on the floor and one hand was between my legs. Fuck, he looked so good and it was like he wanted me to see him. There he was pumping his cock and then with a grimace on his face I watched him ejaculate. A great fountain erupted from him and fell onto the grass. By now my fingers were wet from my own juices and as he pulled up his shorts I staggered back to the settee. I lay down, my knees bent but my legs apart, as I brought myself to orgasm. I was panting hard, my pelvis was raised high and my whole body was shuddering.

I had never felt so licentious and almost immoral.

I got to my feet to look out of the window but Peter had gone. My God, I wanted him sexually so very much. 

I didn't sleep much that night. I tossed and turned thinking about the young man's body and his penis, imagining what it would be like if he was in bed with me.

Monday:

I gave myself a good talking to and told myself that I had to behave.

After breakfast I went for a swim - topless. I would have preferred to go naked but it was, after all, a public beach. I had my beach towel with me so I decided to lie on the sand to dry off afterwards. The sun wasn't too hot as yet and the gentle warm breeze caressed my breasts and nipples.

I had closed my eyes. A few minutes later when I opened them there was Peter sitting a few yards away. His body was turned towards me and he was stroking his cock through his brief swimming shorts. It was as if he was showing off to me.

He looked around, to ensure no one else was about and pulled his stiffness out of his shorts. Fuck, he was going to perform for me. His hand was now surrounding his penis and he was moving it up and down, his foreskin being pulled right back as his hand moved downwards.

I know I should have left, but somehow I was transfixed. I lay there as he wanked, my legs squeezed together to stop myself from stimulating myself as well. His cock seemed to have now swelled to a huge size, the head like a maroon plum.

How I would have loved to have taken it in my mouth to savour the texture and flavour. Then suddenly, without warning he did his best to cover his penis with his shorts, stood up and walked away. I was left aroused and sexually wanting.

I lay still hoping the feelings of desire would subside but in the end I had to get up and return to my house. Once inside I switched on the television to see if I could find anything to take my mind off sex. Being mostly in the Spanish language I decided the only answer was a cold shower so I made my way upstairs. 

I stepped inside my bedroom door, heard a noise and felt myself being grabbed by someone from behind. Before I had any opportunity to retaliate my hands were behind my back and I was thrown onto the bed. I felt scared at the power of my attacker as I was roughly turned over onto my back and then I saw that it was Peter.

"Please don't hurt me."

But he was sitting astride me now, holding my arms and pushing them above my head. He had some sort of material and he was tying my hands to the metal bed head. I felt so weak and vulnerable as I lay there while he secured my hands tightly.

"Please, there is no need to hurt me," I pleaded, "I'll do what you want."

As usual he didn't say a word, but continued to sit astride me. I had stopped struggling. His hands moved to my breasts and he cupped one in each hand. I couldn't help myself and I sighed with pleasure and pushed my chest upwards slightly.

He continued to stroke my tits and my nipples responded sending pleasure throughout my body.

"Pull my nipples," I whispered.

He took a nipple between his fingers and started to pull gently.

"Pull like you are milking me."

As he did his best to follow my wishes I orgasmed lightly as I felt my nipples being stretched and my tits lifted with each movement. 

I couldn't understand myself. How could I respond like this?

He stopped his milking action and his hands moved downwards to my stomach and he circled my tummy button. He shuffled backwards so he was now sitting on my thighs. He started to pull on my bikini bottoms. They were only made of flimsy material and I heard them rip as he tugged at them determined to rip them to shreds. 

I tried to lift up my bottom to help him, his hands were now beginning to scratch me as he continued to try to remove what was left of the garment.

"Just pull them down. I promise I won't kick or struggle."

He looked at me not knowing if I was telling the truth. He moved off of me and began to drag the bikini bottom downward over my thighs, past my ankles and finally over my feet. I was now completely naked before him. I knew I couldn't stop him from doing anything he wanted to me … but, there again, I wasn't sure that I actually wanted to stop him - as long as he didn't hurt me.

"Do you want me to open my legs?"

He nodded. I spread my thighs slightly apart so he could see my pussy lips. As I was entirely shaven there was nothing to hide the view. The idea of him looking at me and seeing my most secret parts turned me on even more. I wanted him to see everything, my hard clit, my inside pinkness and my moistness.

I spread my legs further and then wider still. I was sure my cunt would now be slightly open and I wanted him to touch me, to explore me and then to fuck me. I was his, to do with whatever he wanted.

His hand reached out towards my inner core and I lifted my pelvis to try to make him contact me quicker. I was now desperate for release. If my hands had been free I'd have rubbed my clit to orgasm.

At last he touched my cunt, for that was what it was now. It was no longer a vagina but a pulsating wet, throbbing cunt. His finger slipped into me and I almost cried with delight.

"Pull my cunt lips apart at the top and touch my clit," I ordered. 

"It's so big," he said. He actually spoke!

"The girlfriend I once had … hers was small," he continued.

I was panting as he spoke. He was rubbing my clit's length and I knew I couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cried out and my cunt pulsated and throbbed, tightening and releasing as I orgasmed. I could feel cum flowing from me.

I think he was shocked at the way I had cum and he pulled his hand away from my pussy. He hadn't expected the power of my orgasm or the flood of my juices.

He started to speak, "I .. I .. I ..," but somehow couldn't get any words out.

"Why don't you let my hands free and I'll give you the best fuck of your life."

"No. No, I can't. You'll, you'll .."

"No, I won't do anything you don't want. I won't tell anyone either. It'll be our secret," I said.

"You whore!" he shouted in return.

He stripped off his shirt and then his shorts and sat naked his penis red, fiery and very hard. There was pre-cum running down the shaft, glistening and sticky.

"You are a whore, a fucking whore," he said again.

I was getting a little frightened. He obviously wanted to have power over me. I closed my eyes and waited. I knew he'd fuck me.

The bed moved as he shifted his position to kneeling between my legs. I let him push my legs wide apart again so he could enter me. He was big and hard but I was so wet I knew it wouldn't hurt. The head of his cock was at my entrance and he was leaning over me his mouth biting my tits and then sucking hard on my nipples. Pain shot through me as his hands squeezed my tits hard, his finger nails grazing my delicate skin.

"Fucking whore," he cried out once more and he pushed his cock deep into my soaking cunt. His whole length was in me hard and throbbing. I tried to tighten my inner muscles to make him cum but he pulled out of me and then thrust into me with all of his strength. I tightened my vaginal muscles again and he groaned out loud as he ejaculated deep inside me, his hot spunk spurting over and over. 

As his cock stilled I felt the familiar thrill from my tummy as the beginning of my own orgasm began to arise. I wrapped my legs around his bottom to keep what was left of his erection inside me. His pubic bone ground against my clitoris and with that I orgasmed, my cunt getting hotter and hotter as I came in floods, my tits bouncing and shaking as my whole body pulsated with the indescribable pleasure of a full, heavy orgasm.

We lay still and he then lifted off me reaching for his clothes. He stood as he dressed.

"Please untie my hands. I won't tell anyone."

Peter didn't know what to do. 

"Please."

He reached up and undid my hands. The wrists were red from where they had been tied. Peter was gone. I heard his feet clomp down the stairs and the outside door slam.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday:

I filled my time with sight seeing, driving into the mountains and swimming on various beaches. I felt constantly randy and went about just wearing a thin dress, shoes and nothing else. Each night after my tourist exploits I arrived back at the house ready to masturbate and, as I did so, I often thought of Peter. I couldn't forget him as my body still carried his scratches and bite marks - but they were now fading.

Friday:

The phone rang. I was surprised as it hadn't rung all week and I hadn't told anyone the Spanish number.

"Hello."

"Hello," I said again.

"I .. I … I … could I, erm see you … please … I … I …"

"Sure come on over," I knew that it was Peter.

A few minutes later we were sitting in the garden.

"I've come to say sorry, for what I did. I shouldn't have, you know ..."

"What's done is done. And I won't tell anyone."

The relief on his face was clear to see. He still looked magnificent, his legs strong , his body sculptured and toned. He could have any girl he wanted with his looks.

"Why did you do it. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I did have one a couple of years back but she … she never orgasmed the couple of times we had sex and then she laughed at me, saying I was a useless lover."

"Has there never been anyone else?" I asked.

"No."

I touched his face gently with my hand. He seemed so lonely and I wanted to hug him. Our lips touched and he kissed me gently. I just had to make love to him.

"Get undressed," I whispered.

I watched as he took off his t-shirt and then his shorts. Already his penis was hard. He looked embarrassed by his erection. I had laid a big rug on the grass and told him to lie down. He did as he was told and I knelt beside him and held his hardness with one hand. I could feel the power and the first pre-cum was oozing from his small slit. I leant over and licked away the salty nectar, enjoying the flavour and aroma.

With my mouth now wet with desire I took the head of his penis between my lips and into my mouth. I tasted more pre-cum and I slurped with my tongue to swallow my spicy saliva.

Peter was groaning and tension could be felt in his balls, which were now tightly raised, almost disappearing into his body. I took more of his cock into my mouth, as much as I could, and stayed still savouring the experience. With one hand still on his balls and the root of his cock I knew he was about to cum. 

I sucked again but withdrew him from my mouth, his cock running with my saliva. I pulled downward on his hardness, his foreskin fully stretched and could feel his sperm desperate for release. His cock pulsated and the first spurt of his thick cream shot high over his chest and I watched the magnificence of his penis pumping out his manly juices onto his beautiful body. I relished in my own small orgasm.




Ravished By A Young Man



I unfastened my dress so that I was also naked and sat astride his softening cock. My hands massaged his spunk into his body. My pussy was wet and I was aware that his cock was already beginning to respond to my warmth. The wonders of a young virile man!

I stimulated his growing stalk with the movement of my pussy backwards and forwards over it's length. Fuck, it felt so good. His cock now firm I lifted myself up from him and took his hardness in one hand positioning it at the entrance to my cunt. With a yelp of pleasure I dropped my body downwards skewered on his cock, feeling myself stretch with his size. He was fully inside me every inch devoured by my hungry cavern.

I sat still, circling my tits with my hands as I concentrated on the senses and sensitivity deep inside my cunt. His length was, as if, deep within my womb. I lifted up an inch and let myself fall onto him again, bending forward so my clitoris ground onto his pubic bone.

His hands grabbed at my breasts and I lowered them so he could reach them with his mouth. He sucked like an infant wanting his dinner as my cunt pulsated with contentment - at least for a short while.

Peter sighed and I couldn't believe he was ready to cum again. I leant back again to sitting upright and started to bounce slowly up and down on his cock. As I became more and more aroused I was using his whole length to stimulate my intimate nerve endings. I was an animal, a bitch on heat, desperate for his spunk to drench my womb and vagina. I wanted to be filled to capacity.

I screamed out loud, now also rubbing my swollen clit with one hand to increase my lust and wantonness. With my cunt beyond control my orgasm overflowed and my body pushed down so that his cock was full inside me. Peter now came as well and I could sense his juices being forced into my very soul. 

I allowed his penis to soften inside me enjoying the warmth and comfort it gave and we started to talk about sex. At last his inhibitions seemed to have flown. He asked if he could see my clitoris again. With regret I dismounted my stallion and lay down next to him.

"See?" I said and he looked at my sloppy, wet, stretched cunt. I pulled back the hood of my clit fully for him to see. I nearly orgasmed at the thought of him looking at me. His head went closer and I guided it to my clit.

"Suck on it," I ordered and pushed his mouth onto my hardness, "Suck on it … please!"

He did so, his lips warm and unbelievably soft. I was groaning with lust and looped my legs around his neck and head keeping him in place as I orgasmed again, my juices escaping from my now gaping cunt.

"Thank you," I said.

His mobile phone then rang. It was his mother. She wanted him home to help her with something.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes," he answered.

"I've got to go."

As he stood his cock had sprung to life and I took it into my mouth and slurped like a desperate porn star . He stood still while I knelt before him sucking him, wanting him to cum once more before he left. I used every trick I knew and in a few minutes he was unloading into my mouth every drop of his remaining jism. 

"I've got to go," he laughed.

With cream trickling from my mouth I said, "Bye. Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"No way," he grimaced, "See you tomorrow."

But I didn't see him 'tomorrow', or ever again.

Saturday:

It was time to go home, back to England, back to business and stress and my husband. But, for a short while, I had been young, sexy and free again.



Ravished By Hercules



Hercules approached the cave of the Nemean lion, his bow and arrow over his shoulder and a giant club in his hand. Hot power vibrated through him. He was ready for whatever had slain so many men before him.

He entered the cave and saw a group of women dressed in clingy, white dresses. Their nipples jutted out from beneath the nearly transparent fabric and gold ropes encircled their waists. Each one was as beautiful as the other and he wanted them all. A warm rush of blood ran to his cock, but he ignored it. He had to harness his desire until after the beast was dead.

The girls looked at him with despair in their eyes, but a hint of desire, too. He was nearly twice the size of all the men who had died here and he had a rock-like confidence that suggested he could defeat the lion. His bulging muscles strained against his leather armor. It seemed like a miracle the leather didn't tear as his muscles flexed when he moved. Still, he had to be warned. "Leave," one said. "The lion keeps us here to lure men like you. He kills and eats all who try to save us. If you stay, you'll die."

He looked at them sternly, repressing his desire to fuck them all at once. "Stay against the wall. You have to be out of the way. I don't want you to get hurt."

As they moved aside, the lion's growl echoed through the cave. Giant golden paws stepped onto the ledge above him. He looked up as the lion leaped over him, its roar blasting against his chest. He shot several arrows at the lion's chest, each one bouncing off the lion's impenetrable hide. It was clear now why so many men had died fighting it.

Megara watched Hercules roll around with the lion, their powerful limbs straining against each other. The lion's claws swiped against Hercules, drawing hot lines of blood down his calf and across his shoulders, slicing through his leather armor. Hercules' enormous biceps trembled as he kept the lion's enormous jaws from clamping down on him. Sweat rolled down his limbs, highlighting the bold curves of his muscles. 

Hercules was the only warrior who had come here who was a match for the lion. The floor shook with their vicious struggle, each vibration echoing through Megara's body. Adrenaline shot through her as the lion's jaws nearly engulfed Hercules' head before he punched its chin so hard blood bloomed along his knuckles. 

Meg was familiar with the thrill of battle. She had fought many warriors, but she had never seen one as large and skilled as the one in front of her. Watching his limbs slam powerfully against the lion made her hot, her inner thighs quivering with excitement. She felt almost as though she were with Hercules as he squeezed his thighs around the lion's enormous ribcage and dodged its dagger-like claws. She was never hornier than after winning a brutal fight.

She was glad she was not actually fighting the lion with him, though, because she was so enjoying watching. Every once in a while she had the pleasure of seeing his cock beneath his leather skirt. It was far larger than any cock she had seen before and she had seen many. The thought of taking it all inside her sent a dart of arousal up her abdomen. If he won, she wanted him to fuck her until she could hardly see. Not that she thought he actually would. It was just a fantasy that turned her on like there was fire between her thighs.

More importantly, his triumph would set her and the other girls free. She knew how to help him kill the lion, but had to wait for the right moment. He had to put himself in the right position.

In one swift movement, Hercules straddled the lion's back and brought his club down hard over its head, stunning it. He slid off the lion, backing up to within shooting distance. It had to have a weak spot. Every beast had a hole in its armor. 

The lion regained some of its balance and opened its jaws, letting out a bone-shaking roar.

"In the mouth!" Megara yelled.

Hercules could see the girl who called out from the corner of his eye. She appeared suddenly more beautiful than the other girls. Her eyes a brighter blue, her demeanor calm and focused. The other girls looked like terrified does, easily slaughtered. This bold girl could not be so easily killed.

Hercules loosed an arrow into the lion's mouth, sinking it straight through the brain. The great lion slumped to the floor, its eyes glassy. Its coat still shone golden, its claws glinting in the low light.

Sweat glistened over Hercules' deep caramel skin. His long, dark hair dripped against his shoulders. Trickles of blood rolled down his arms and the thick round of his calf where the lion has swiped him. He took off the top-half of his leather armor and dropped it on the floor. His deeply ridged abs heaved as his breathing slowed. Mortal men would have stunk with sweat, but he smelled like hot spices carried over the red sea.

He was burning hot and horny as fuck. He still had to skin the lion and he was sure the girls wouldn't want to watch. "You're free to go," he said. He eyed the girl who had helped him kill the lion. She met his gaze, her cool blue eyes sending a chill down his spine. "Except for you. I want you to stay." She raised her eyebrow inquisitively and couldn't help a small grin. 

The other girls thanked him profusely, each one kissing his cheek and taking his hands in theirs. They lingered a little too long over his thick forearms while they stepped up to kiss his cheek, their lips warm and soft against his skin. One even sneaked a taste of his sweat, her tongue wet on his skin. She giggled as she pulled away. He was aroused by their attention, but he only wanted the girl waiting against the wall. Although he didn't enjoy admitting it, he probably couldn't have killed the lion without her help.

The girls left the cave, leaving Hercules alone with Meg. 

She eyed this great warrior, wondering if she had met him before. His features looked familiar but she couldn't place where she had seen him. The fight he had won required almost superhuman strength. It occurred to her he might be a demigod, but she had never met one before. His wounds did not seem to bother him at all. His body vibrated with desire, his eyes burning with lust. 

The intensity of his stare made her flush, a trickle of sweat running between her breasts. Now that her fantasy was becoming reality, reservations invaded her mind. Most of the sex she had was after a brutal fight with a soldier, the clash of their weapons and bodies thrilling foreplay for explosive sex. Here she was the damsel saved by the warrior. Fucking her savior was not her style. Against her will, she felt a magnetic impulse pulling her toward him.

She walked boldly up to him until she could look straight up into his warm brown eyes. "Why am I still here?" 

Her presence sent licks of electricity through his veins, his groin tightening with need. He knew he still needed to skin the lion, but he couldn't wait. "You helped me slay the beast." His eyes locked on hers. They were so close she could feel his heat. "I want to show you my gratitude." 

He took her tiny neck in his huge hands and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips, probing deep and firm inside her mouth. He tasted like earth and fire, as though he were forged from volcanic lava.

She didn't know who this man was, or if he even was a man, but it didn't matter. She had never wanted anyone with such immediacy. She clutched his torso against her and ran her hands down his back. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, warm and solid as rock. He slid his tongue hard and wet against hers, giving her a preview of how his cock would ram inside her. Flutters of anticipation rushed up her abdomen. She pushed back on his tongue and took his lower lip into her mouth. She sucked on the tender flesh and bit down, pulling his lip outward as far as it would go before allowing it to snap back into place.

He grunted, his lip tingling where her teeth had been. Her vigor excited him. Other girls were all soft kisses and warm pressure, which was lovely, but there was a shocking edge to her that aroused him intensely.

He spanked her, hard, and encircled her neck with one hand, his thumb pressed against her throat. Arousal flowed hot and thick through her bloodstream. He pressed his hand deep between her thighs to feel her wetness. "You're sopping," he breathed into her ear. She moaned, her vocal chords vibrating against his hand. He pressed two fingers along her labia, circling her entrance with his fingertips. Her labia hugged his fingers like a butterfly's wings wet with dew, delicate and precious. He pushed the tips of his fingers inside her and she moaned against him, her lips forming a beautiful O as her breath streamed sweet and warm over his chest.

He put his drenched fingers in his mouth, his gaze locked on hers. She tasted like honeysuckle imbued with silky red wine. His cock was as hard as a dagger beneath his leather skirt. He ached to plunge himself inside her, possessing her body completely until she collapsed in a heap of orgasmic satisfaction.

She could feel his power gliding over her skin, sinking into her bloodstream, disarming her. Given her place as the King's daughter, she rarely trusted other men to desire her for any reason other than her nobility, so she usually took charge, not allowing herself to be overtaken. On the rare occasions that she had lovers who didn't know her title, she allowed them to take her. The sex was transformative, her orgasms core-shattering. Thankfully, the man in front of her didn't know who she was. She felt she could trust him, at least for the afternoon. 

She looked straight back into his eyes, her pussy throbbing, yearning for his touch. He began walking toward her, forcing her to back up with him. The intensity of his gaze sent warm pulses of pleasure through her like a drug. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, but she couldn't bear to look away.

She felt the cool cave wall against her back, his breath hot against her cheek. He teased her, moving his lips over her forehead, over her eyelids, so close to her skin they were almost touching. He was driving her mad. She might just explode when he finally pressed his lips against her.

His enormous hands wrapped around her waist, molding into her flesh. She moaned, her body putty in his arms. Her could feel her breath move along his jaw and down his throat, his pulse throbbing beneath her parted lips. She kissed his neck, pulling the skin into her mouth and biting down hard. He grunted, thick shocks of adrenaline shooting across his chest and out through his fingertips. 

Her passion spiked his blood so he could hardly control himself. He pressed his torso against hers, holding her in place. Her body was a thrilling mix of lithe muscles and soft flesh. His hands ran up her sides and slipped under the gold clasps that held up her dress. He undid them and pulled the rope around her waist, her dress pooling at her feet. 

He breathed, "Oh my." Her body was magnificent, a work of art. He wanted to slide her beauty across his tongue, consuming her whole so he would never be without her.

He engulfed her mouth in his as she pressed her heavy breasts against his chest, her nipples hard against his skin, teasing him cruelly. She ran her hands down the thick rungs of his ribs and slipped her thumbs under his leather skirt, tugging it off. She wanted to step aside and drink in his gorgeous, incredibly muscled body, but he had already started kissing her neck. His lips were warm and wet, his beard rough against her sensitive skin.

The energy between them swelled slowly and then all at once, pulsing between their interlocked limbs. She took his huge, throbbing cock into her hands, rubbing her thumb against his frenulum. One of her hands barely encompassed its girth. He sucked harder on her neck, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. His hands caressed her heavy breasts, his thumbs gently circling her nipples. He kissed around the deep curves of her breasts and sunk his teeth around each of her deep mauve areolas.

She moaned, arching against him, pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair and lifted him up. Her fiery blue eyes pierced him, his cock aching for her warmth. He picked her up and plunged his cock deep inside her. She moaned, her pussy pummeling along his cock as flashes of heat raced up her abdomen. His cock pressed against her inner walls with a force unlike any other she had ever experienced. He thrust so hard and deep it felt like he was sliding a hot, thick dagger inside her. Biting shocks of pleasure ricocheted through her with his every stroke. 

She leaned against the wall for leverage, the rock scraping roughly against her skin, the pain turning to exquisite pleasure as his cock drove deeper into her, forcing her to accommodate his thickness. Wild, uncontainable energy flowed from her skin and she clutched herself to him, digging her fingernails sharply into his shoulders. 

He rammed faster into her, each stab of his cock a dart of delirium. Her arms and thighs grasped him tightly, hot licks of lactic acid building in her muscles. She sunk her teeth into the bold round of his upper arm, biting and sucking along the long slope of his shoulder as hot pink torrents of bliss shot through her.

Fresh blood ran from his open wounds and he was sore all over from his battle with the lion. He loved how she was testing his endurance, his tolerance for pain. Her whole body was slicked with sweat, her muscles and curves gleaming as she bucked against him. It felt like she was squeezing heaven from him. 

He clamped his hands around her hips and she shuddered against him, her body begging for release. Sparks fluttered beneath her skin like an electric field. She needed him to pound her, make her come. 

He growled, his breath hot and sharp against her ear. He couldn't bear it any longer. In one sinuous movement, he pinned her hands above her head and drilled rapidly into her, his wide chest heavy against her. The weight of his body and his huge cock pressed tightly against her inner walls sent hot waves of adrenaline ripping through her abdomen. Her orgasm exploded from her clit as he came in hot bursts inside her.

He shut his eyes, his breath slowing in his chest. He was lost for a moment in the deep space of his mind, everything pleasantly suspended in time. When he opened his eyes, he was pleased to see a very satisfied-looking woman laying beneath him. She was glowing and grinning like a cat high on catnip. 

He licked slowly up her throat and caressed her heavy breasts. He took each of her nipples into his mouth, softly circling her areolas with his tongue. Her pussy tightened around him and a fresh rush of blood flowed through his cock as he pulled out. 

He wrapped her waist in his hands and leaned back so he could admire her ravished beauty. He noticed she looked regal, somehow. Noble. "What's your name?"

She grinned. Happiness soaked her bloodstream, making her feel loose and carefree. It didn't matter if he knew who she was. Not really. He wasn't the type to seduce her so he could become a prince. "Megara, but call me Meg." 

He had heard stories about a young princess named Megara. She did things her own way and her father, King Creon, didn't seem to care. "The princess Megara?"

She took his earlobe into her mouth, nipping him. "Yes," she breathed into his ear. She rest her head against the wall, looking up into his deep brown eyes. "And who are you?" She raised her eyebrow inquisitively.

He hesitated to reveal his identity. He couldn't lie to her, though. "Hercules."

"The fucking demigod?" She'd heard terrible things about him. He was the product of Zeus' adultery. Hera was pissed. She had cursed him, making him kill his wife and children. To atone for his sins, he was assigned twelve labors, each one said to be more challenging than the one before it.

Against her common sense, the danger of his company excited her. He was unpredictable, his power unequalled among men. Her vagina throbbed, yearning for his touch. "Of course, that's why you came to kill the Nemean lion."

He nodded and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly as he took her lower lip into his mouth, biting her tender flesh. He wanted to fuck her again and never stop, but it was imperative he finish his task. "Do you want to watch me skin the lion?" 

She nodded, biting her lip where his teeth had just been. "Nothing would please me more."

To read more of Hercules and Meg's sexy adventures, search "Ravished Hercules Jessica Satin" on Amazon!



Ravished by Older Men



Katie was a striking girl; her face was very pretty, with green/gold eyes, a creamy complexion and full, pink lips. Her face was framed by layers of soft coppery hair which she kept shiny and healthy. She was of a pretty average height and slim, but she had a large chest for her build, about a 36D. Katie mostly liked wearing t-shirts and jeans, but her shirts were always tight due to her bountiful breasts. 

She was 19 and at the peak of her beauty. She used to run on her high school cross country team, which had garnered her a gorgeous pair of sculpted legs. Katie had a boyfriend, but he was away at school in Los Angeles, so she spent most of her weekends at college in NY with her friends at parties and concerts.

It was a Friday night, and Katie was at a dorm party. 

She knew most of the people there from classes, but there were a few older guys whom she didn't recognize. It seemed a little creepy to her that these 40-something men were hanging out in a college dorm with 19 year-olds, but she figured they knew someone there, and anyway, who was she to judge? 

They all drank vodka and cranberry juice as the hours ticked by, and Katie was feeling pretty good, as she joked and laughed with her friends. 

She kept noticing one of the older guys staring at her, and it made her a little uncomfortable. She pulled down on her little t-shirt to ensure it was covering her stomach properly, hereby unwillingly putting more accent to her trusted out chest. She noticed a flicker of pleasure in the older man's eye, and she looked away and blushed. 

He was scruffy and plain, and wore a coat and jeans. His hair was disheveled and he seemed in need of a shower. He was probably someone's hippy friend who they got their pot from, she thought. He had a couple of other guys with him, and they were both talking loudly and drinking with her friends Mike and Carl. She felt like escaping the man's gaze for a bit, so she stood up and quickly walked out of the dorm room, grabbing her bag and taking a cigarette out of it. She walked down the short hallway to an exit stairwell, where she opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony of the 4th floor. 

She lit up the cigarette and took a drag, admiring the artificially lit night sky. She heard the door open behind her, and a few other people come out, talking amongst themselves. She kept looking ahead, hoping they wouldn't talk to her. 

One of the men came up next to her, his own cigarette in hand. "Could I get a light off you?" 

the man looked down at Katie, making eye contact with her chest, obviously impressed by the teenage big knockers. 

"Uh, sure," she said, handing him her lighter, and taking a nervous drag of her own cigarette.

"You are gorgeous, you know that?" the man said, not taking his eyes off her chest. The wind began picking up, and Katie's nipples grew hard from the cold. She tried turning away from this man so he wouldn't notice. 

"Here you go," he said, turning her around to hand her the lighter back. His eyes lit up again at the sight of her pert breasts with their hardened nipples sitting nicely underneath her well worn t-shirt. 

"I really like your shirt, what does it say?" He began tracing a finger over her chest, on the tops of her breasts, feeling their firm structure, reading the name of the guitar company aloud. 

"Hey!" Katie shouted, dropping her cigarette. The man grabbed her quickly by the ass, pulling her toward him, and pressing her chest into his.

"Come on, baby, let's dance. This song is great," he commented, beginning to sway her around to the music coming out of her friend's dorm room window. 

She heard the other men laughing behind them and the doors closing as they left the balcony. With one hand tight on her ass, the man pulled his hand up between them and got a handful of her right breast, feeling the enormous amount of teen boob under the flimsy shirt.

"What are you doing?" Katie demanded, squirming in his strong, drunken grasp. She tuned her head quickly to escape his warm wet mouth coming in for contact with her face and neck. He pinned her up against the balcony rail, and got a hand up her shirt, cupping her breast, squeezing it as his leg pressed between her legs, pinning her further. 

"Stop! Gross!" 

Katie yelled, pushing him away with both hands. He held her fast, licking her neck and roughly rubbing her nipple with his fingers. "You are so hot, baby, did you know that? You're so cute, god your breasts are big" he insisted. 

She could feel his cock hard against her leg, and she used one large burst of strength to push him off her. He pushed his knee into her groin harder, and she cried out, surprised, and tripped over his knee as she tried to get away. 

She was on her belly on the ground, and the man took ample advantage of her position. He laid down on top of her back, pinning her painfully to the cement floor, and brought his hand up underneath his hips to lay between her ass cheeks on top of her jeans. His hand then moved down past her ass near her vagina, and he rubbed there hard with his fingers. "I bet you're a hot fuck, sweetheart," he said, grinding his hips into her shapely ass, while sawing his fingers in between her legs. 

"Get the fuck off me!" She yelled, pushing her shoulders up of the ground. She elbowed him in the face, and he groaned, lifting himself up and holding his cheek where she had hit. Katie quickly got up and ran to the girl's room, where she got into a stall and locked the door behind her. 

She tried to think quickly what her next steps should be, but her head kept spinning around from all the vodka and pot she had indulged in that evening, and she got a little dizzy. Listening for what seemed like a minute, she finally calmed down, hearing no footsteps. She then realized how badly she had to pee, so she undid her pants and hovered over the toilet, relieving herself of all the alcohol she had taken in. As she reached for the toilet paper, she heard the door to the bathroom close sharply. She froze, her head still reeling, her pants still around her calves. She tried to stay as quiet as possible, but the footsteps kept coming toward her stall.

"Hey, sweetie, I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet pussy. I need to feel that rack again. Come on, I have another drink for you right here." Katie grabbed at her pants, fumbling with them, but they were stuck around her legs and too hard to figure out in her drunken haze. The man heard her rustling and shot his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing Katie's ankle. He pulled hard, and she lost her balance in her squatting position, falling on her shoulder beside the toilet. The man seemed to have renewed strength as he pulled the fallen girl from out of the stall, feasting his glazed eyes over the prize he had caught himself. Katie's jeans were around her calves, tightly stuck there, and her beautiful ass was on display. Katie was mortified, and started whimpering pathetically. 

She heard the door open again, and saw the other two older men. Their eyes lit up, and the man who was pulling her out of the stall told them to each grab on of her arms. Katie turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, ashamed at being seen with her pants down in front of these men she didn't know. The man with her ankle reached his hand up to her crotch, grazing his fingers over her mound, and up toward her flat, taught stomach that was now being showcased as her t-shirt climbed higher and higher up with the friction of her body sliding out of the stall. 

Katie writhed a bit, but only succeeded in shimmying even further out of her t-shirt, twisting her elegant waist side to side, while her ample bosom heaved under the confines of the cotton shirt. The floor was cold, and Katie's nipples were hard again. The men holding down her arms watched as the first man pinned Katie's legs down with one of his, moving his knee between her thighs to spread her wider. He stared down at the soft pink lips of her pussy, and the fine auburn hairs around them. He tickled her with his fingers before leaning down to smell her.

"Damn, she smells fine. You guys gotta try this after me, she is unbelievable." The other two men grunted in approval, also looking drunk and high. Katie began to cry quietly, in extreme panic and anxiety. The pot and alcohol had made her drowsy and dizzy, and this all seemed to be passing like a cold, uncomfortable nightmare.

The man on top of her pressed his cold fingers onto her clit, looking into her eyes and watching for any signs of pleasure. "You like this, baby, right?" His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubbed her clit, his other hand came in to slip two cold fingers into her pussy.

"Oh, yeah, you're so wet," he told Katie, as his eyes raised to the sky and glazed over further. The two men at her shoulders grunted to keep her from writhing about, enjoying the view of her pussy getting played with. 

Katie wished the guy would get his hand out of her, because it didn't feel good at all. The man was gross and pervy, and she just wanted to be home in bed. He kept two fingers in her, pushing them up and rubbing her inside, as his other hand traveled up to her hips, rubbing on her hipbones as she writhed around, then traveling up her t-shirt. "Take off her shirt, I want to see her tits, from the first moment I layed my eyes on her" one of the men holding her arm commanded. 

The man on top of her was too enthralled in her vagina and fondling under her shirt to listen, so the second man at her arm grabbed the thin fabric at her belly and ripped up. The fabric gave gracefully under his strength, revealing her ample cleavage encased in a black lace push-up bra. The bra made her large breasts even more impressive, pushing the soft round and tanned skin far above the thin bra fabric.

"You little vixen," the man on top of her exclaimed, "you've got the hottest tits I've ever seen!" He took his hand out of her pussy and fell on top of her, pulling the bra down underneath her breasts, while his mouth grasped around her left nipple, licking it up and down and sucking it ravenously, while his hands kneaded both breasts, pushing them roughly together as they were supported by the bra underneath them, creating even more cleavage. "Only a girl as young as you can posses firm assets like these honey.." said the man who could be as old as her father while attacking her youthful tits with his hands and mouth.

Katie heard herself moan a little, as the man feasted on her nipple, sucking the aureola into his mouth as well. Now almost inhaling her boobs. 

The other men's cocks got harder as they watched this display.

The old balding man pleasuring himself by sucking on two desirable teenage breasts was very arousing. 

The man on top of her began shoving her legs wider with his knee, and getting his other knee between her to force her legs apart. She heard his belt clanking, and began to voice her disdain. 

"Please, no... I don't want that. Please!" she whimpered, crying.

The man on top of her used his fingers to spread her pussy lips, and brought the head of his cock up to her opening. He pushed his hips down to get better aim, and Katie then felt him enter her roughly, but the whole thing wasn't making it in. Her hips were too low to the ground, and he couldn't get a good angle. He feebly continued poking her with his small dick, and she winced, images of disease and pregnancy racing through her head. 

Since her boyfriend was away at school, Katie was not on the pill.

"Please don't do that," she cried, as she felt him convulse, and after what felt like seconds, shoot hot liquid into her, as his penis fell partly out of her, and shot his cum on the outside of her. 

He grunted and groaned, his hands still holding her tits like handles, and she cried underneath his careless, rough grasp. 

He finally relaxed and rolled off of her, as the man at her right arm jumped up excitedly, shouting "alright, my turn! Get over here, Jim, and hold her arm so I can fuck her!" 

The man let go of her arm, and Katie quickly tried to regain control of it and cover herself from another invasion, but the second man at her arm acted quickly to hold her down.

"Thanks," the other muttered to him, while he grabbed Katie's legs and ripped the jeans off of them, leaving her panties twisted at her ankles. He skillfully thrust her legs into the air, resting them on his shoulders, pulling her underwear behind his head so her legs were almost tied to his shoulders in that position. She looked up at him, and he was bigger than the first man, more muscular, but also heavier. More fat then muscles. 

He had a receding hairline and bad skin, quite ugly, and she groaned sadly as he pulled his cock out of his pants, revealing a thick, uncircumcised member that was brown and long. 

He looked into her face. "Ugly, isn't it? It's going to feel really pretty inside you, though," and wrapping his hand around it, he pushed it inside of her, all the way to the end, and she heard him give beastly, embarrassing grunts as he pulled it out slowly, and pushed it back into her slowly, again and again. 

He was thick and filled her widely, and her brain started shooting messages of pleasure to her that she cried disgustedly against. She couldn't believe what this cock was doing to her. Her boyfriend couldn't make her orgasm every time they made love, but then again, his cock didn't feel like this. She could feel his foreskin moving up and down inside of her, and she squeezed down on it without thinking. 

"Oh, shit, I feel that," the man groaned. "Your pussy is so hot." Katie heard herself breathing heavily, and the man took her hips in his hands, grabbing them roughly and pushing her small torso up and down on his cock. She could feel herself lubricate, allowing him to push in and out faster and slicker. His eyes rolled back and lines of spit came out of his mouth, landing on her face and in her eyes. She gasped in disgust, unable to wipe the saliva from her face. He began pounding into her, harder and harder, then bent down to take her tit into his mouth.

What seemed like cups of saliva escaped from him, creating pools of spit all over her chest, making her tits glisten and her nipples hard. The other two men groaned as they grabbed their own cocks through their pants, watching the scene. 

Between his slurping and sucking on her precious breasts he murmured "hmmm, your tits are so delicious.. so firm and soft, I never seen tits this perfect..and young slrrrrrp"

The man inside her began pounding his hardest, and she could feel her mind slipping from her, in an abhorrent orgasm that disgusted and maddened her. She felt him shoot hot cum up into her uterus, burst after burst as his balls and ass tightened to push the liquid in further. He finally collapsed on her, crushing her uncomfortably. He then got up, staring down at her beautiful face and wet chest. "That was awesome, you have to try this girl," he told the last man.

The third man was slim and black, with a face she would have thought attractive if not in the current situation. He wore glasses and looked down at her through them, also placing her legs up in the air. 

"I wanna try that ass," he muttered, and she felt herself panic. She had heard stories that girls lost control of their bowels after a man pulled out of them, and she was glad she hadn't eaten all day, nor very much the day before, so she wouldn't have anything in there to risk coming out. 

She felt ashamed and disgusted for thinking that, but then was brought out of her dizzy thoughts by painful sensations as the tip of the man's cock eeked its way into the small opening of her anus. 

"Ahhh, no! No, stop, this hurts!" she cried, as he screwed his tip into her ass a little more. 

"I think I'm gonna need some lube," he mused, looking around. The other two men looked up at the soap dispensers, and nodded their head in that direction. The black man got up, as the other two pinned her down, and pumped his hand full of foamy pink soap, painting his cock with it, then bringing the rest of it down to her ass. He pushed her legs up once more, and stuck his liquid-soap covered finger to her opening. He twisted the tip of his finger in easily, and she felt the burning ache of it enter her bowel. He spread the soap around inside her, and around the opening of her ass. 

"Get ready for an ass fucking," he said, as he sopped the rest of the liquid onto his own cock, and once more, thrust the tip into her anus. She cringed as the tip filled her little hole, and breathed deeply as he inched the rest of his long, hefty member into her. It seemed to get wider as it went up, and when his dick was in her to the balls, he thrust into her a little more, and she thought she felt a tear at her opening. 

"Oh, please, god, this hurts, please, leave me alone," she cried. 

But the man smiled sinisterly down at her, and pulled his cock out quickly, then shoving it back in her again, harder. She found herself in great pain at first, but then the dull ache set in, and her clit started throbbing. She moaned as he slid in and out of her ass, as he grabbed her tits and rubbed them roughly, taking the nipples in his fingers and squeezing them as her breasts bounced up and down underneath her legs. 

She was always very careful of her breasts, knowing that they where an object of desire from the moment she outgrew all of her girlfriends. Never showing of much cleavage at school, the boys still couldn't refuse to stare more at her chest then in her eyes. Visibly aching to tear her shirt of and see hot Katie's rack in full glory.

She would have shown them to all of them in exchange for letting these old pigs play with them and slobbering al over her firm skin till the drops of saliva came down from her large chest.

She tried to hide her face behind her legs. The man was coming to a climax, but stopped himself, looking up at the other guys. They all shared a look, and the black man popped out of her ass, flipped her over, and grabbed her hips as her ass raised into the air. She was lying on her elbows and knees as the big bald man who was holding her arms dexterously slipped underneath her, his cock exposed. 

He shoved her legs apart with his legs, and grabbed his member, shoving it inside her. She felt her vagina fill up with his uncircumcised cock as before, and she groaned, letting go a bit of her inhibitions. 

She collapsed onto him, her massive heaving breasts in his face. He suckled them beneath her as he thrust into her pussy faster. "God, you are so hot, your pussy is so hot and your breasts are so big..and soft..and firm..and so delicious.. I want to fuck you and make you pregnant," he said with a mouthful of her tit. The black man, still behind her, took her raised ass in his hands and re-inserted his cock into it. 

She gasped as she felt both her holes filled with large cocks, as two pairs of balls slapped against her ass. She was beginning to feel herself work into another orgasm, the two cocks giving her feelings she had never imagined possible. Just then, she heard another belt buckle rustling, and looked up to see the third man kneeling in front of her. 

"You're gonna suck my cock, baby," he told her, and as she looked tiredly up at him, he grabbed the back of her head by her shiny copper hair, and rested her mouth on the tip of his dick. 

"Open up, bitch," he said, and just then the man in her ass thrust extremely hard, causing her to shout in pain. The man at her face took the opportunity to fill her mouth with his member, and she choked down on it, even though it was small and half limp. It tasted salty and she couldn't breath very well. He grabbed her head with both hands and held it in place as his cock went deeper into her mouth. She could feel it hitting the back of her throat, and she wretched, clenching down with her ass and pussy, tightening her muscles around the other men's cocks. They groaned wildly in delight, and the one at her behind began shooting hot loads into her ass. 




Ravished by Older Men



The man at her mouth was still half-hard, but began shouting as he pushed farther and farther into her mouth.

"Suck it, cunt!" he yelled, as his penis began spurting shots into her mouth. She would not swallow it, and it filled her mouth with a horrible acidy bitterness. The man at her ass gave one final hard thrust, then slipped out of her with a pop. 

"Your ass is incredible, baby," he said, giving her a slap on the cheek. The man below her was still working hard on her pussy, while she lay exhausted on top of him. She felt his cock getting harder and harder inside her, and she began moaning on top of him, as her ass rested down on his hips. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her harder, moving her hips back and forth to his liking with his hands. She rested her knees on either side of him, and he ordered her to ride him.

"Move up and down on me, baby, come on," and she tiredly began clenching on his cock and moving up and down his pole. 

"Oh, god, you're the best, oh, god," he said, watching her lucious tits jiggle as he bounced her. He grabbed her nipples and pulled them out a little, and she cried out, so he took both tits in each hand, squeezing them enough to leave red lines where his fingers had been. Imagining how many boys would wanted to do this. Having this gorgeous teenage girls breasts in his hand and kneading the shit out of them.

"I want to knock you up, baby. You're going to get pregnant and you'll have to tell your boyfriend an old ugly guy fucked you, and you loved it!" 

She groaned as she felt his cock get wider and harder than she ever imagined it could. His eyes began rolling back again, and she began grinding into him faster. 

"Oh, don't stop, you're so good, with your big juicy tits, you're pussy is so hot, baby," he cried, saliva falling out of his mouth down to the floor. 

She squeezed very hard down onto his cock, feeling herself flush up her naked torso, her nipples hard as rocks and her breasts shivering. The man got still suddenly, then convulsed a bit, and she could feel his cum shooting up into her again, no doubt impregnating her. She welcomed it, disgustedly, as she felt herself convulse as well. She then collapsed onto him, her cushiony breasts pressed on his fat chest, as he continued pushing in and out of her slowly. 

She was exhausted and drunk, dizzy and terrorized. The man grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her off of him, pushing her over onto her back on the cold bathroom floor. He got up slowly, looking for his pants. The other men were dressed and were looking down at the beautiful used girl. The fat bald man slapped her on the ass and said "thanks for the fuck, girly, but we have to go now." 

He knelt down next to her one last time, she was almost passed-out. Her nude body was so enticing, her breasts so round and firm on her tight body. He grabbed his cock in one hand and placed it between her breasts, pushing the two tits together around it. 

They were still wet from all his saliva, and his cock pulsed up quickly again, seeing this poor tired girl's face and perfect tits surrounding his growing member. He wrested his large ass on her ribcage and began fucking her tits, spreading his sweaty ass over her, and dripping more saliva onto her chest. 

He came quickly, spurting out a few loads onto her chin, lips and breasts. She groaned and reached up to her face to wipe off the cum. "No, leave it," he said, picking her up. He carried her out of the bathroom and into the now-empty dorm room. "See you later, sleep well," he said, as she breathed out deeply and closed her eyes.



Ravished By Rapunzel



It's a bit of a librarian look, the way I wear my hair at work. All coiled up on my head, and stuck through with several of those Japanese-looking hair spikes. Not a strand is out of place, and the hair is wound and wrapped tightly into a bun roughly the size of one of those Kaiser rolls the bun it makes is easily the size of one of those Kaiser rolls. It's about the color of fresh bread, too: either a very light brown (which is how I like to think of it), or the dirtiest blonde you've ever seen.

You're about to find out just how dirty.

Lie down on the bed, and take off your clothes. Make sure you get a good view of me.

I look you straight in the eyes. Slowly, deliberately, I twist each hair pin and draw it out of the tightly wound hair. The last one, I ease in and out, as though it were a narrow, pointy dildo penetrating the mass of hair still coiled on top of my head. Finally, I pull it all the way out, and notice that you've got a raging hard-on. Poor lad, you've seen nothing yet.

Now, I haven't cut my hair in more than seven years. I do trim the ends, and I keep the tip in a blunt cut, but for the most part the hair stays healthy because I air-dry it. No blow dryer or curling iron ever violates the pin-straight sanctity of my tresses. In fact, I air-dry my whole body after showering. There's nothing like strutting around my home naked for half an hour to dry and cool off. Yes, you're permitted to imagine me naked, because I'm in fairly good shape and it will probably be worth the effort. At the moment I'm wearing... what the hell does it matter what I'm wearing? You're not looking at anything but my scalp right now.

My hair takes about four hours to dry completely. But I washed and dried it last night. This means it's clean, smooth, and the texture of silk. Leaning my head to one side, so that you can see the lines of my neck, I langorously tip the bun over, so that it uncoils in a series of jerking motions like a tumbling rope. It reaches all the way down to my knees. As it falls, the coil loosens, but it's not quite loose enough for my purposes.

The brush I use is a Mason Pearson "Popular" model. It has two kinds of bristles: nylon and boar's bristle. The nylon is to comb out any tangles, and the boar's bristle is to make my hair soft and shiny. I pick up my brush and, holding my hair in my fist about a foot from the end, I make short, slow strokes along the last ten or twelve inches, from my hand all the way to the end.

Watch how the bristles spread my the individual strands apart, piercing through them like tiny spears through a mystic veil, revealing the subtle blonde highlights and the brunet lowlights. Over and over I brush this section, until it is soft and completely smooth. Then I shift my gripping hand about a foot higher on the hair, and brush through two feet of hair. Every time, the brush goes all the way to the end.

I have a way of dealing with tangles: I tease them out with my fingers. A lot of the time, all I have to do is gently spread the strands of hair apart, and they will unravel by themselves. My hair has a small amount of natural wave to it, noticeable only when it's humid, but the individual strands are extremely fine. They straighten under their own weight, and cannot support themselves. This is why it makes no sense for a woman like me to perm or curl her hair: the curl pulls out except for along the bottom four inches, where there's no weight.

Now I grasp my hair above the nape of my neck, and turn my back to you for the long strokes, and to brush my scalp. These are long strokes that are impossible to continue through the entire length of my hair, so I do a couple scalp strokes, then shift my grip and continue brushing toward the ends. This repeats a few time. Behind me, I hear the slow, rhythmic stroking sound. Are you playing with yourself? Go for it. I am not jealous of your hand: look at what MY hands get to touch.

Is there a hint of gray around my temples? Yes. Yes, there is. Rapunzel was a literary fiction. But I'm real, I'm alive, and I'm right here letting you look at me.

The brush has finished my work, and I lift my hair for your viewing pleasure. It falls, obscuring my back, buttocks, and upper legs.

I once posed as Lady Godiva for a costume party. I had one of those skin colored, all-over body suits. It turned out to be the hottest, most uncomfortable costume I ever wore in my life, because unlike every other woman at the party whose arms were bare or who was showing a bit of skin, I was covered neck to toe. Even my feet were sweating. But my hair, over top of all that, supposedly preserved my modesty.

With the tips of my fingers, I massage my own scalp. My neck gets tired sometimes, holding up all that extra weight. It's as though I wear a crown all day long. This, I think, explains my excellent posture.

Show's over. I turn around to face you, ready for the next act.

*

I begin with a technique I call the Rope. Although my knee-length hair is cut blunt across the bottom, nature causes individual strands of hair to be less than this length as they grow. So it tapers slightly. With my hands, I twist a length of hair a couple times, into a strong, smooth cable the color of hemp. This I slide through your outstretched palm, letting you feel it.

No, you do not get to pull me down on top of you. Pulling my hair actually isn't a wise thing to do. It'll lead to a surprise you don't like. I promise.

I draw the Rope out of your hands, and coil it up again like a cowgirl. Using the smooth, silken loop, I drag it gently along the top of your forearm, brushing against the coarse hair that grows there. Is it touching you, or not quite touching you? Like a ghost's whispered promise, it glides over the surface of your skin. I return along the inside of your biceps, where the skin is paler, softer, and far more sensitive.

I've got a theory about men's skin. The softer the skin, the more sensitive it is to the touch. So I make sure to find each of your most sensitive places. Ears. Eyelids. Neck. The insides of your arms. The arches of your feet. And, all this time, I never touch you once except with this coil of hair.

What I do not touch is the rising pillar of your penis. It stands there like a beaconing lighthouse, impossible to miss as I let my rope of hair snake across your belly. I ignore it deliberately, even when you spread your legs slightly to allow me better access. Oh, don't get me wrong, I look at it. You can see me looking at it, with a contemplative expression on my face, biting gently at my full lips as though I'm wondering what it might taste like. But your little Rapunzel is a polite and cultured princess. One may look, but one does not touch.

Next is a technique I call the Wave. After I've covered your entire body with gentle caresses, I fling the entire mass of hair up over your head. It falls in a cascading curtain, like a river of silk. You and I are together briefly under its tent, looking at each other like children playing together under a blanket. I back up carefully, not touching you at all. My hair follows, draping over you and sliding like a wave receding from the shoreline, and making a similar soft, hissing sound. All down your body it goes. Your face, of course, is the first to break free. Like a swimmer rising from the depths, you feel your forehead break through into the open air first, and you remember to breathe.

The weight of the hair curtain continues down your neck, your chest- and here, I pause. With my palms, I feel for your nipples beneath the curtain of hair. They are warm, and erect, attempting to peek upward through the curtain. I cannot see this, because my face is turned down so as to create a curtain of hair. I press down with both palms, rubbing in circles so that your nipples feel texture, pressure, and for the first time the warmth of my hand.

Is that a nipple bursting through, briefly seared by the heat of my palm? Yes, yes it is. But only for a moment, as the pressure moves on. And, it was an accident. If you like, you can feel as though you got away with something. With my hands, I use my hair to massage your upper arms, your chest, and your sides. I do not touch you directly with my skin.

Beneath my hands, where you perhaps also feel the warmth of my breath on your torso, I hear your breathing quicken. You moan slightly, and I give a few more slow, pressing circular rubs, then move down a few inches. I can see your navel, and I begin to gently rub your upper abdomen on the other side of this hair curtain.

A person can't use a lot of pressure when massaging the belly, but with slow, gentle circular strokes it's possible to follow the outline of each muscle as I work gradually downward. Another moan of satisfaction, and I ease a hair-wrapped finger into your navel, thrusting deep and pressing only as much as you will allow. Your lower belly comes next, with smooth strokes that continue out to your flanks and from there down to your upper thighs.

For the first time, the erect tip of your penis touches the veil. You gasp with either surprise or relief, and a thin, wet trail of pre-cum streaks onto the hair as it trails over you. The massage continues down to your upper thighs, and then your inner thighs.

You're almost ready. I stand at the edge of the bed, between your splayed knees. Shaking my hair out of my face, I collect any wandering strands. Then, as an Impressionist master might prepare to put his final touches on his masterpiece, so I likewise make a paintbrush out of the tip of my hair. These bristles are silky smooth when I draw them along the canvas of your body, but when I dab, the sharp ends poke noticeably.

I begin to dab, and paint, and swirl my way up the inside of your thigh. I run the brush up the underside of your penis, all the way to the top, giving an extra dab right below the head where there's another of those sensitive places. Your entire penis is brushed, and teased, and worshipped until you are straining with the need to release. Then I swoop down, and begin to caress your testicles with the brush.

I dab against the tight, closed opening of your anus, and up toward your taint, then make special trips around each testicle. Here your skin is the softest of all, and the coarse strands of your pubic hair catch against the brushing motion, intensifying the sensation.

It's time for a sensation you have never experienced before. Continuing with the paintbrush, I wrap the length of my hair around the shaft of your penis and grip firmly. You moan with satisfaction, and I begin to pleasure you, gripping and squeezing, driving your penis through a sensation you have never been given before. The oozing tip of your penis gets dabbed with the paintbrush end of my hair every time I see it. Rhythmically, you thrust upward against each downward stroke. 

Faster and faster, harder and harder you thrust, until with a final, reaching effort you moan, and a rope of semen squirts out the end of your penis. It lands, of course, in my hair. You see it up near my forehead. The second shot goes over the paintbrush end, and the rest gets all over the coiled hair around your turgid shaft. Over and over you release, with the whitish mixture making a delightful mess.

As you finish your climax, moaning, you close your eyes for a moment as I unwind my hair from around your manhood. You open your eyes to see me deliberately combing your essence into my hair. I massage it into my scalp like an expensive European shampoo. Maybe that's the real reason my hair is this long and healthy, yes?

Is this not the best game in the world? If anybody asks, you can tell them the truth. You never cheated with me. It's because your Little Rapunzel is a proper lady. She kept her clothes on the whole time, and she never even actually touched you. But you know from experience that she's a very, VERY dirty blonde.



Ravished by Rasterfarian Relay Runners



When I was 18 years old, I took part in The London Federation of Boys' Clubs Annual Atheletic Championships, which were held at The Southbank Arena on a wet and windy day in September. I was running in the Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternnon. By the time that we got on the track, most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. 

I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my teammate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face, making it difficult to see. I made the mistake of turning too sharply and accidentally crossed over into the lane on my left. I heard the runner in that lane swear as he was forced to pull up sharp in order to avoid running onto my spikes. 

I handed over the baton to the next runner who got us into the lead, where we stayed for the rest of the race. As we went to collect our winners medals we were confronted by the runner that I had faulted and his three teammates. They were all big, black guys from The Peckam Harriers club, and they were as angry as hell. 

When the event organizers heard their complaint, they asked the guy who I had pulled up to stay with me whilst they sorted it out, but while my teammates went to get showered, his mates stayed with him. Eventually, the officials decided that as nobody had seen the incident, my team was confirmed as the winner. 

The black guys went ballistic, and as my mates were ready to go home, I collected my medal and made my lonely way to the dressing rooms accompanied by four very angry athletes. After I had showered, I made my way back to the dressing room with just a towel round me, when I was grabbed and frog marched to a storeroom. My assailants were groping my ass, and I was very fearful of what they were going to do. In the storeroom was a vaulting horse, the type with a leather covered cushion sitting on top of a triangular base. 

They forced me to sit astride the horse, and my struggles and shouts did not help me at all. One of the runners sat astride the horse behind me, and the other three pulled on my wrists so that I was almost lying forward. "Ok, Whitey," one of them said. "This is where you earn your medal." 

The guy sitting behind me started to finger my ass with Vasaline covered fingers, making sure that plenty of the lubricant coated my rear passage. I now had a good idea of what they were going to do, and I am loath to admit I was more than a little excited. The guy's cock started to push in between my bum cheeks. I almost screamed as the black monster reached my rosebud, fearing that it would rip me up, but due to good luck and lubricant the cock continued on it's way until it was ball's deep inside me. 

He then started to move inside me, slowly at first, then picking up speed and power. "I think this guy's a virgin," he told his mates, as he leaned forward to grab my shoulders. If he only knew... He was now like a jockey riding my bottom with almost religious enthusiasm. The pain was still bad, but as my poor abused ass got used to the invasion, it slowly turned to something approaching pleasure. 

After about fifteen minutes of solid shagging, I heard him gasp as he unloaded his cock deep inside me. As soon as he dismounted, his place was taken by a guy with a longer but slimmer cock. He was rubbing his weapon up against my prostrate, which caused me to get a rock solid erection. He lasted about ten minutes before cumming, and being replaced by the third runner. 

The last guy actually showed me his cock before he mounted the horse, it was huge, bent, and ugly, and brought back my fears about being split open. By that time I was relaxed and getting used to being ass fucked, so I did succeed in taking him without injury, though not without pain. After he had added his sperm to the gallons leaking from my abused bottom, they helped me get off the horse. 

Just a few hours ago I had run a race, now I could hardly walk. I just moved sideways like a crab, my ass was so sore and stretched I thought a bus could drive up it. 

I thought then that it was over, but my competitors saw that I had got a hard on, and insisted that I jerk myself off in front of them. Standing there, surrounded by four black guys who had just gangbanged you, whilst you wank yourself off, was exciting beyond words. 

Just then, their team coach and their physio came into the room, as they were looking for them. Seeing me madly wanking, they asked the guys what was happening. They were told that I was so sorry for cheating, I insisted that they all fuck me. The manager laughed and said, "In that case he we'll see what he is like at sucking cock." 

I wanted to say no, but I was actually a little eager to suck off the two newcomers. I figured if I objected, I'd likely get another two cocks up my ruined asshole. I was pushed down on my knees and forced to suck the team officials black dicks, whilst the team stood round watching. I was left alone, cum leaking out my ass, and cum leaking out of my mouth. 

It took a fortnight for me to recover physically. Mentally, however, I was changed forever. A month afterwards I was changing for a practice session when a black long jumper with a cock almost hanging down to his knees came out of the shower. 

"Seen something you like, White Boy?" he asked. 

"Yes " I replied. "Something, I like very much."



Ravished Girl Gets Revenge



My name is Alexa, but call me Alex. When I was 19 years old, I was raped by three men. A lot of women get raped, I know. That thought didn't make it any easier to deal with at the time. Let me tell you how I was raped. Then you will understand why I am the way I am now. 

Like I said, I was 19 years old. Young, pretty, and stupid. My best friend had managed to sneak me into a bar, where we had a few drinks. I drank, danced, and flirted outrageously. I'm 5'7, thick brown hair, lovely green eyes, perky DD breasts, and legs that go on forever. That night, I was in full slut gear. Short black skirt that barely covered my bare bottom, thigh high black boots, and a see-through red tank top that I had actually gotten from a lingerie store. 

While dancing, I flashed the fixated men my shaved cunt, as I wasn't wearing any panties. I got many offers from different men to go home with them, but I declined all of them. A couple hours, and many drinks, later, I decided I needed to head home. The room was starting to spin, and my stomach was starting to protest all the alcohol. I went in search of my friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. After a few more minutes of searching, I decided to walk home. It wasn't far after all. 

I stumbled out the doorway, and headed down the darkened street. It was late, the street lamps the only light on the black road. It was awhile before I noticed I was being followed. I sped up, panicking. The footsteps sped up behind me. I broke into a ran, but almost immediately tripped. (I know, it's what always happens.) I smacked my head on the sidewalk hard enough to see stars.

A moment later they were on me. Three men around their thirties. I recognized them from the bar. Two of them dragged me towards the closest alleyway, not bothering to be gentle. I started to scream, when the third guy slapped me across the face, hard. 

"Don't scream," he said, "If you scream, I will rape you with my knife instead of my dick, and then cut your throat. Do you understand?"

Sobbing, I nodded. They dropped me on the ground, somewhat behind a large dumpster. The smell of spoiled garbage made me gag, and a moment later, I was throwing up everything I had drunk. 

"Stupid slut," I heard one guy say, "Can't even hold her liquor." 

When I was finished with the last dry heave, one of the men yanked me up to my knees by my hair. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I watched them strip their pants off. Not bothering with pleasantries, one of them shoved his dick into my mouth. He tasted awful, and I immediately gagged, but he kept thrusting, pushing his dick farther down my throat. The other two started fondling my body. One squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my nipples, while the other one stuck his hand up my skirt, exploring my pussy. 

They took turns sticking their cocks down my throat, and fondling every inch of my body. Not too much time had passed, when one of them began to fuck my dry pussy. It felt like he was tearing me open inside, but my scream was blocked by the large male organ that was still in my mouth. This went on for some time, one guy fucking my abused throat, another inside my cunt, while the last fondled my breasts.

Eventually, they moved on to my virgin asshole. With only a little spit, a dick was shoved into my tight hole, pushing into my rectum. The pain was unbelievable. They took turns raping my loosening asshole, then began to fuck me all at once. One in my mouth, one in my swollen box, the last shoved up my rear end. They went on for a long time like this, while my tears still fell. 

For the grand finale, one of the men lifted me, his cock still deep in my ass, until he was standing, one hand under each of my legs. One of the others came up and began shoving his dick into my asshole alongside the first. Screams tore at my throat as they began to move inside my now gapping asshole. After a few minutes, the one in front of me came, and moved away. The last guy took is place, sticking his cock up inside my butt, stretching it. After a few short moments, he came as well. A moment after, the last guy came, filling my ass with hot semen. 

They got dressed and left shortly after that, leaving me on the sidewalk with cum dripping out of my used behind. I managed to stagger to my feet and make my way home. I made it home, and showered, and went to bed. Thinking about what had been done to me, I felt ashamed, then mad, then downright furious. I decided I would get my revenge. 

Ten years later, I'm still getting my revenge. Last week, I was on my way home from work, excited. My 'pets' had called and informed me they had a new victim for me. When I got home, I immediately made my way down to the basement. My 'pets' were two, rather large men in their early twenties, who were my dedicated slaves. One of them had actually been my first victim. Chained to the wall in my basement (which looked like a room straight out of a BDSM porno) was a man in his early thirties, with a ball gag in his mouth. He had the average build and hair that I preferred for my victims. 

Not wasting anytime, I began to change, my pussy already dripping wet at the thought of what I was going to do. I changed into the exact replica of what I had worn the night of my rape. Once I was ready, I turned to Sam, my victim turned toy. 

"Get him ready for me, slave." I commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Alex," Sam replied.

Him and my other toy, Ben, wrestled the man onto all fours, strapping and chaining him so he was bend over a wooden bench, his legs wide apart. Sam kneeled behind the struggling man, and spread his ass cheeks with his hands. Not wasting time, Sam began to lick his asshole, gently at first, then with more pressure. 

I could hear the man grunting behind the ball gag and I smiled, my anticipation rising. 

"Ben, lick my asshole while I watch," I said, kneeling to the floor where I could watch the kidnapped man getting his rim job. 

Ben complied immediately. Kneeling down behind me, he began to lick at my asshole. I moaned as I felt his tongue running over my crack, my eyes glued to Sam still rimming my captive. Knowing how I liked it, Ben kept licking and licking until my asshole started to loosen, then began pushing his tongue farther in. As he gave me an ass tongue fucking, Sam kept going, as I watched with hungry eyes. 

After some time, I ordered them both to stand and move away. I got out my favorite weapon, a 12 inch blue rubber strap-on. Without hesitation, I stood behind the man, and began shoving my way into his tight asshole. It gave way fairly easily, as he had been licked very well. The man tried to scream behind the gag as I set a fast, steady pace. I pulled the fake dick almost all the way out, then shoved it back in with one fluid motion. Over and over I did this, my excitement increases. 

After a half hour of ass pounding my victim, I could feel my orgasm coming, thanks to a little nub placed on the inside of the strap on. 

"Sam," I said, panting, "Make him give you a blow job. Once he has came, you do it Ben. I want a dick in his throat when I cum."

Sam immediately did as I asked. Taking the ball gag from the man's mouth, he didn't give him time to protest as he shoved his rock hard dick down his throat. It only took a few minutes before Sam came, his hot sperm flowing down the gagging man's throat. Next, Ben took his turn. 

As I watched Ben's 9 inch cock force itself down the man's unwilling throat, I felt my orgasm nearing its peak. I sped up, fucking the man's ass with as much strength as I could muster. I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I continued to ram my fake dick down his anal passage. The man was grunting around Ben's cock as I abused his asshole. Moments later, I came, my scream echoing around the dungeon. I shoved the strap on in and out, fast, over and over as I came hard. 

Not long afterwards, Ben let out his own load of cum down the man's throat. I smiled as I looked down at the man I had just raped. He didn't look exactly like the men that had raped me, but he was close enough. 

"Now who's the victim," I said, grinning.

The man's eyes held confusion, but he didn't say anything. I turned and started heading up the stairs.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, "You boys can do what you want with this one."

With that I left, leaving the man at the mercy of my toys. I knew what would happen. They would fuck and rape and abuse that man in every way possible. I smiled again. It was a wonderful thought. 

So you see, ten years later, I'm still getting my revenge on the men who raped me. I will never be the victim again. 



Ravished Wench



Edain gripped her shawl around her pale shoulders trying to keep her small body warm. Her long raven hair blew savagely in the gusting wind. 

The rain pelted ferociously against the roof of the stable as she heaved the door open with one hand. She looked up and could hear the tapping of the rain against the metal roof. 

She forced the door closed behind her, cutting off most of the wind. Lightning flashed nearby and lit up the inside of the stable through cracks in the wood panels. 

"Augustus! How did you get out of your stall?" Edain met the eyes of an obsidian stallion who was pawing at the ground nervously.

Edain placed her hand along the wall, looking for the lantern so that she could see a little bit better. She lit the lamp so that the darkness only engulfed the edges of the stable.

"What am I going to do with you?" She questioned the stallion, half expecting an answer.

She grabbed a coil of rope the was hanging on the wall of the stable and threw it around his neck.

"Back in your stall you go, Augustus." She walked the stallion towards his stall and closed the door, locking them in together.

The wind whistled through the small crevices of the stable. Edain looked up at the stallion and placed her hand at his whithers. 

There was a rustling from the hay loft above them and Edain pulled her shawl about her once more. She eyed the landing that was stuffed with hay for the coming winter months. Something, or someone was up there. The stallion began to paw at the ground nervously once more. Edain slowly left the stallions stall and closed the door behind her, keeping her eyes on the loft the whole time.

Edain bit her lower lip and shivered slightly. "Wh-who's there?" she called out quietly.

Something brushed against her right shoulder and she turned to see what it was. There was nothing there. She turned back to look at the stallion who neighed loudly at her.

"I don't have anything!" She called out.

She felt something brush against her shoulder once more. She turned and came face to face with a man at least a foot taller than herself. 

Edains heart skipped several beats as she looked up at him. His piercing green eyes stared ferociously back at her. His long brown hair hung loose about his shoulders.

"Oh, I'm quite sure you have something..." He trailed off, looking down at her ragged shawl and pulled it to the side, revealing her large bosom.

Edain opened her mouth in protest and backed up. He followed her, step for step, they're eyes locked together. Edain felt behind her and realized she had backed herself up against a wall.

"I'm really not that sort..." she stammered.

The man grabbed her shoulders roughly, forcing her up against the wall.

"You will be." He gazed down at her. He tilted her chin up with one hand and brought his lips down to meet hers.

Edain was shivering in fear of the large man that loomed over her. She tried moving her head away from his, but he only grabbed her again, shoving her against the wall.

She brought her hands up to his chest and tried to push him away. His lips curled into a small smile as he grabbed both of her arms and raised them above her head and pushed her back. As he held her there, she glared angrily at him. 

He stepped into her and she could feel a hardness growing at his crotch. He leaned into her and began to kiss her roughly and passionately. Edain struggled to try and free her hands from the mans tight grasp to no avail. She felt his tongue searching for hers inside her mouth. He began to grind his crotch against her and she could feel own growing arousal.

His tongue continued to flick against her own. He placed his weight on her hands, holding both of her frail wrists with one hand as he began to remove his leggings with his other hand. His large erect cock protruded as he let his leggings fall to the ground.

Edain felt herself growing wet as she looked down at his large cock. He paused momentarily and looked between her and his large cock. "You want to feel this inside you?" He questioned her. Edain cast her eyes downwards looking ashamed. "Do you want to feel every inch of it?" 

He grabbed her chin with his free hand and she looked deeply into his eyes once more. "Answer me, wench." he glared at her.

Edain felt the growing wetness between her thighs and feared admitting how much she craved letting out her animal instincts with this stranger. 

His eyes were hard and carnal. "Give in. Give in to me." he whispered in her ear.

Edain could contain herself no more. She lifted her head to meet his and pressed her lips against his. He leaned on her wrists, reminding her that she was still his prisoner. He lifted up her skirt with his free hand, tearing at her undergarments, ripping them. He gazed down at her exposed crotch and stroked his cock. 

He hoisted her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his muscular body. He guided his cock into her engorged cunt, still holding her arms above her head. His mouth met hers once more as he began to pound into her. He felt how tight she was with every movement. 

As he pounded into her, she couldn't help but moan loudly.

"That's it. You dirty little wench." he mumbled as he slammed into her.

Edain turned her head to the side, still trying to hold on to whatever dignity she may have left. She closed her eyes and felt his balls slap up against her. "Gods..." she mumbled.

"You like it, don't you? You like feeling a strangers cock inside your tight little cunt, don't you?" he sneered.

She turned her head to face him, feeling every inch penetrating her small cunt and feeling herself giving in more and more. "Yes, I'm a dirty little wench. And I love the feeling of your cock inside me" she spat at him.

"Good girl." He pounded into her. Her body began to tense up and she could feel herself about to cum. "That's it...cum for me. Cum on my cock." At this point Edain needed very little encouragement.

"Oh my god...Mmmmmmm..." She moaned loudly, cumming on the strangers cock. He forced every inch of himself into her, feeling her muscles contract around his cock. 

The stranger pulled out of Edain and forced her onto her knees. The ground was cold and dirty, but she craved the feeling of him inside of her. He pushed her skirt over her hips and spread her buttocks apart, guiding his shaft into her cunt once more. He reached forward and grabbed her hair at the base with one hand and begin to move in and out of her again.

Edain moaned loudly. "Yeah..." she moaned "Fuck my tight cunt." He began to move fast and faster inside her. Every time he pounded against her, she could feel his balls slap against her clit. He yanked on her hair as he began to plunge into her harder and faster. 

"I'm going to cum inside you, you dirty wench." he said between clenched teeth. He let go of her hair and grabbed onto her hips, moving her against his cock as he shot his cum inside her. He kept his cock inside her for several minutes, making sure very little cum dripped down her thigh.

He pulled out and pushed her to the ground. "You liked that, didn't you?" She looked up at him and nodded sullenly. "Good. Because I know a great many men that would love to do this and more to you."

Edain brushed her hair out of her face. "Who are you?"

"I'm Balin. I'm a slave trader from the North." He smiled at her, buttoning his leggings. "And you, my dear little wench," He grabbed her hair "are now property."

Edains eyes widened as she looked up at Balin, unable to speak.

Balin grabbed the coil of rope Edain had used earlier on her stallion and began to bind her hands. He saddled the stallion and hoisted himself up, pulling Edain after him. "I have some business to take care of in the East. I'm sure you'll make a nice present."

He pushed the stable doors open and galloped off down the dirt path.



Ravishing a Red Head



Your eyelids are still droopy. The chloroform did its work. You've been out for like a half an hour and during that time I easily stripped you down to your bra and panties, gagged you and handcuffed your hands behind around the pole in my bedroom. And I thought moving into an apartment that was a converted fire station would be a bad idea. 

I didn't bind your legs because I'm going to spread them apart and torture you. I also have good reason for not blindfolding you; I want you to see everything I'm about to do, as I do it. I don't want to gag you to the point that I can't hear you at all, that's really no fun. It'll turn me on to hear you whimper and scream with the rag in your mouth. And with your hands bound behind you and the steel pole holding you capture, we are about to have one hell of a fun night. 

I'm getting kinda bored with you now, so I lightly slap the side of your face. 

"Wake up cutie patootie," I laugh, as your eyes begin to open. You blink several times and try to bring the world back into focus. Upon realizing that you can't move your hands, you try to yell, but discover the gag. I sigh and grab you by the hair, forcefully standing you on your feet. With a yelp, you glare at me with a pleading look, wondering what is happening.

"Well hey there, you've been asleep for a while. Jeez, I had to hold back from raping the shit out of you while you were unconscious, just to wait for you to wake up." I turn my back on you and show you what is behind me. It's a table full of objects and your eyes open wide.

"Nnn-mmmm!" you yell through your gag, but no words come out. The startled look in your eyes say it for you.

"Ohh, you're worried about this stuff, huh?" I show her a flat ended hair brush. "I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy tonight. I know I will." I walk towards you, then stroke your cheek with the hair brush. You sob a bit. That makes my cock hard. I rub against you, licking your lovely lips as they protrude from the gag. I love how you don't wear lipstick. I can taste your cherry chapstick. A single tear rolls down your cheek and I catch it with my finger. I hope your eyeliner runs and your mascara smears.

"Now, now, cutie patootie," I croon. "I know for a fact you'll like this. You told me yourself online, in that chat we had." 

Your eyes squint as you search your memory for what I'm talking about it. Suddenly you come to realize that the guy you had an erotic chat with online a few weeks ago, accompanied by hot, nude pictures of yourself, has become a real life situation. 

"That's right," I laugh. "After you told me where you lived and worked, I hung around the area to check you out. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you!"

I pull out a piece of paper from my jeans pocket and read, "29 year old hot red head, loves torture, control, feeling helpless, wants to have a scary/fun time with someone who will give me a good whuppin'!" I chuckle as I crumple up the paper, tossing it on the floor behind me. 

You stare at me, then slowly shake your head back and forth, as if denying said conversation. You obviously didn't mean for it come true. Or, you can't believe your fantasies are about to happen, right here tonight.

I snatch your long, red curly hair in my fist, forcing you to look at me. You try to close your eyes, not wanting to face me, so I grab you by the neck instead. After a moment's struggle, you give in and look at me. Another tear runs down your lovely cheek, but I do not gently remove it this time. I backhand your cheek, leaving you breathless, panting through the gag. I am careful not to leave a mark on your sweet face.

I wrap my hand around your tiny neck and growl in your ear, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight. If you choose to enjoy it, good for you. If not," I smile, "I'll still cum all over your face." I smirk as I see you close your eyes tightly. "Are you turned on? Let's check."

I pull out my sharp knife from my pocket and it slices through your pink hipster panties easily. I am careful not to cut your pretty little round hips. Standing back, I admire your perfect little cunt. 

"So you're NOT a natural red head, huh?" I ask, looking down at your crotch. I chuckle, amused by your terror. 

I lean my body against yours, rubbing my cock on your pussy. Even through jeans, you can feel how hard I am. You are making me hard with your vulnerability. I can't wait to spend all night playing with you.

I cut off your bra with my knife, throwing it above my head. As I lean into you, one hand reaches under your panties into your pussy, the other has the knife at your throat. 

"Turned on a little, are we?" I ask, as I move my fingers around your wet hole. I knew this would make you hot. Using my middle and ring fingers, I rub them on the outside of your pussy lips, then shove them into your tight hole. You moan, your eyes roll back, your chest heaves with ecstasy. You are ashamed of how horny you are by all this violence. 

I unzip my jeans and pull my already-hard cock out. Your eyes grow wide as they realize how big and thick it is. A soft moan escapes your lips. I think you want it as bad as I do. I gently grab your left leg and left it up around my thigh. Gyrating my hips against yours, we are mixed in a dangerous, yet sexy dance. Both our breaths quicken, I lick your neck and pinch your nipples. You begin to gyrate your hips back to mine. It won't be long before I'm inside you and I am savoring the wait.

I lift your other leg and you automatically wrap your legs around me, part because you don't want to fall, part because you want to cum! Your eyes begin to close and your chest heaves. I knew you'd be turned on. 

As my jeans fall to the floor, my hard cock slides right into your soaked hole. My thumb grazes past your clit and you moan loudly. I hold you up with one hand under your soft ass and the other hand goes back around your throat. I pump my cock hard in and out of your sweet pussy and sweat begins to build up on both of us. 

"That's it, baby!" I cry, as I buck into your thighs. "Fuck me back, you know you love this!"

You wildly throw your head back and forth, getting closer to cumming. Your delicious juices run down your thighs and your plump 38C breasts bounce around my face. I manage to grab one of your nipples in my mouth and suck hard. This causes you to stiffen up. Your breath is shallow now, with my hand around your neck, but you open your eyes and look at me this time. They say more; I can read them.

I quickly withdraw my cock from you and legs your legs stand on their own again. Pushing down on your shoulders, you kneel obediently on the floor, still mad with passion. My cock finds it way to your face, your sweet lips a tease as they are still taped up. I gently pull the tape and grab the rag from your mouth, giving you a few seconds to gather your breath. You barely give yourself time and gobble my cock on your own!

I close my eyes and savor how tight and warm your mouth is. You are certainly no stranger to sucking dick and it's obvious you love it. With your hands still bound behind your back, I grab a fistful of hair in each hand and throat fuck you. I love how you gag from the length. Bucking harder and harder, I get close to cumming. All I can think about is your sweet face and how I'm going to drench it with my thick gooey cum. 

"Unghh, yeah baby, almost there!" I cry. I quickly pull out from your mouth, jerking off in your face. Strings of cum splatter your face, as you try to turn away to avoid to blows. I get close up, so you can't turn away, rubbing my cock head on your lips. I force you to open your mouth, to taste the saltiness, to suck out the last drops. Cum begins to drip down to your tits. 

I rub my cock around, enjoying the lubricated mess on your beautiful body. I step back and survey my scene. The look in your eyes tells me that you aren't ready to end our fun. I deeply sigh, then chuckle to myself. My fantasy came true tonight and I hope yours did too. Judging by the puddle under your own legs, I assume so.



Ravishing Jenny



Thank you to Buckwildandbulletproof for helping me write and edit this story. Yep definitely the beginning of a scary partnership in crime.

"Damn I need to get my own place" Alex said to himself as he grabbed his psychology book. 

He flopped down on the bed grumbling to himself. At 22, Alex had moved back in with his family after being discharged from the Marines, but, sometimes, being back at home rubbed him the wrong way after being out on his own. His parents had agreed to let him have his own room back while he attended college. His 18-year-old sister Jenny was still at home too, making for a full house. 

Tonight, for once, he had the house to himself. His parents were gone for the weekend at some conference and Jenny was out on a date with her latest boyfriend. As he studied his thoughts drifted to sex. He had only dated the last girl for a month before she started the commitment hints, so Alex decided to take a break from the dating scene for a while but the self imposed celibacy was starting to take its toll on his concentration. 

His drifting mind always seemed to lead to his little sister, Jenny, with her long brown hair, completely innocent face and a body that was every man's wet dream. 

Alex gave up trying to study and just laid back picturing Jenny in her white cotton bra and panties. He thought of all the times she wore those too short skirts when she was bending over giving everyone a view of her panties, or the baby doll tees that she wore just to show off her tits. Just the mental picture of those pure and innocent underclothes made him groan as his cock started to rise, so he stripped down to indulge himself. 

Just before settling back to enjoy his fantasy he heard a noise downstairs; it sounded like someone giggling. Deciding that he had better check it out he grabbed his robe and crept down the stairs. Stopping behind the ferns that hide the bottom of the staircase. 

Alex was enthralled with the scene before him. 

*******************

Jenny sat on the love seat with Zeke, her newest boyfriend, their backs to the stairs. "Geez, this guy slobbers more than our dog." she thought to herself. They were half lying on the couch with Jenny's shirt unbuttoned and her bra pulled up to her neck. Zeke's hands were occupying themselves with her tits while he shoved his tongue down her throat. Jenny sighed softly and used her own hands to keep Zeke's in the permitted areas. 

"Come on baby. Let me in your panties," Zeke said in a hoarse whisper. "You've been backing down for over a month with excuses; now is the perfect time. No one is home."

Jenny tried to push herself up and pouted. "I told you that I don't feel ready for that yet." 

"You fucking little tease you never feel ready" Zeke fumed as he grabbed Jenny and pulled her back under him, one hand ripping her panties away. 

As Jenny struggled to get free her skirt rode high onto her hips leaving her pussy wide open to Alex's view. Zeke covered her pussy with his hand trying to hold her still enough to get a finger inside. 

Jenny was frantic, she had never let a guy go so far with her before and now Zeke was trying to rape her. Remembering what her mom had told her about self defense, she took a calming breath. Pasting a sweet smile on her face she looked at Zeke. 

"Baby slow down, I'm sorry. Let's do this the right way, I want this to be right," she whispered. "Her hands stroked Zeke's back as he listened to her words. "If you are going to be my first you want to show me right don't you?" 

Zeke's manhandling had stopped. 

"That's a good sign," she thought to herself. 

*******************

Alex couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wondered what his little sister was saying to the poor slob. He knew his sister was a tease, she had been teasing him and all his friends for years. His hand was on his stiff cock sliding over it. Moving the ferns out of the way quietly he crouched down to watch the show. When he saw Zeke forcing Jenny he didn't even think to help her knowing she had it coming from men everywhere, but leave it to Jenny to take control of the situation and the man pant like a puppy. 

"She really needs to be taught a lesson in treating a man right."

*******************

Zeke had backed up a bit giving Jenny some more room. She slithered out from under him keeping that little smile on her face until she was out of arm's reach. "GET. OUT. NOW." She yelled at him furiously. 

Zeke smirked at her, here she was acting like the injured female when he knew that she liked it up to when he went too far. Her bra still pulled up she pointed at the door. 

"No problem babe." He said to her, "You are just a little virgin tease. One of these days you are going to get what you deserve bitch." Walking by grabbed her ripped panties handing them to her as he bowed sarcastically. 

Hearing the door slam shut, Jenny tried to arrange her clothes, fixing her bra and buttoning her shirt unevenly. Sitting back down on the couch she hugged her knees to chest unknowingly giving Alex an unrestricted view of her pussy. Jenny started to think about what Zeke had said. "So I like to show off a little. Teasing and showing off are way different," she thought to herself. She liked the reactions that men gave her when she caught them looking. It made her feel powerful and sexy. 

Her hand slid down over her tits, squeezing them as she thought about how men's eyes were drawn to her when she entered a room and how she heard Alex's friends talking about how they would love to get into her pants. Little did they know she was still a virgin. No matter how much the teasing them turned her on she just wasn't interested in the idea of some teenage boy groping his way around trying to figure out where to stick it. She needed someone with some experience, someone a little older. 

Maybe one of Alex's friends could be her first. She had heard them talking about sex enough to know who had the most experience -- besides her brother that is. 

Not that he didn't have a great body -- a four-year stint in the Marines would give anyone a body that women would swoon over. 

Her hand ran down to her naked pussy while she thought about Alex and his friends. 

*******************

Alex couldn't believe his luck! Here was his baby sister getting herself off right in front of him. He tried to move for a better position but hit the ferns by accident. Ducking down behind the chair he hoped that she didn't notice. 

It wasn't to be though as he heard her scared voice asking "Who's there?" 

Chuckling to himself he let her fret for a moment before he stood. He saw her shocked face and was glad the chair his his raging hard-on. 

*******************

Jenny glared at him not even realizing her skirt had ridden up. "What are you doing home? Why are you spying on me?"

Alex just let his eyes roam her body as he steps nearer the couch. "I am home because John canceled going out tonight and I am not spying on you I am just watching you be a little prick tease like usual."

"How long have you been here? What do you mean prick tease? Zeke almost raped me and you just sat and watched?" She stood up while she yelled at him, her chest almost touching his. Realizing how close he had gotten she stepped back and bumped into the couch. 

"He didn't rape you Sis. You deserve what you got. You deserve more than what you got actually. I mean you are always making sure every man sees your little white panties or your tits. 

"Half my friends wish they could get you into bed. You have every man standing at attention and drooling over your sweet little face and body.

"Even me" He gestured down and she noticed the tent in his robe. 

"I can't help it if you men can't keep your hormones in check," she spat. "It isn't my fault you can't keep a girl long enough to get a piece. So screw you big brother!" 

Jenny tried to push him back and around him but Alex dind't budge. He grabbed her arms as she tries to push him away; her little taunts had driven him over the edge. 

Pulling the belt from his robe he spun her around quickly wrapping the belt around her wrists. She started struggling against the bond, squirming wildly to get out of the well-tied knot. 

"What the hell are you doing you fucking asshole?" She screamed in his face. 

He could barely breath; his voice was a croak. "What someone should've done a long time ago, Jenn. Taking you in hand."

Horrified, Jenny stared into his eyes. He was looking from her to the exercise room he set up when he came back from the Marines. The one her dad helped him set up. The one they soundproofed. 

Jenny was scared. 

**********************

Alex's thoughts raced through his head. He tried to tell himself this was his sister but he could see all the little flashes. The games she'd been playing…Maybe he could scare her. Just scare her and play with her a little, that's all. 

His eyes snapped back to hers filled with resolve to teach her a lesson. He reached underneath her and finally let out a breath as his hand slid up the back of her thighs to her pert little ass. He cupped I and monaed as he felt her skin for the first time, then easily lifted her over his shoulder. His other hand absently reaches over to grab her torn panties as he carried her toward the room. 

Feeling herself lifted Jenny squirmed and tried to kick out but Alex was too strong and far too well-trianed to let a little squirming dislodge her. 

His other hand came back over, holding her legs tight until he reached the door to his exercise room. He felt her shudder and shift, then sighed as she started to scream, even with no none else around.

He pulled her down to her feet and looks at her, then down at the panties in his hand. 

************

Jenny had a moment's relief as her brother pulled her down. Then she saw the glint in his eyes. 

"You know you should be quiet," he said in a low voice. 

Jenny sensed the danger in his voice but couldn't stop herself as she screamed in his face. "You fucker! Why are you doing this to me you pervert!"

She only saw a blur as the back of his hand struck her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her cheek burn from the slap. She was scared. Why was she wet? 

"Please don't do this Alex. I'm you little sister remember?" 

She still had her eyes down, and she watched as her brother's hand formed a fist with the thumb out. He shoved into her abdomen. 

The pain was intense. Fresh tears fell filled her eyes. At that moment she knew she would do anything to make it stop. 

****

Alex knew he was losing control of himself. His cock jumped as he saw her tears. He shouldn't feel this way. Shouldn't let his cock take control. Not with his sister. Even if she deserved it. Someone was speaking. It took him a minute to realize it was him. 

"I'm your brother. I'm also a man. And a Marine. You should've remembered that."

God…those tears…He leaned in and with a flick of his tongue tasted the salty drops on his sibling's face. His cock lurched again. This shouldn't be turning him on so. 

More tears ran unchecked down Jenny's sweet face as she fought to pull away from him, fighting to control the pain. She opened her mouth, gasping, trying to speak, and he pushed the panties in deep. Her eyes stayed on his as he looked up and down his little sister's delicious body with those innocent white panties stuck in her mouth, her eyes wide with fear – and, he was sure. Tears still streaked down her angelic face; he could see the sheen of sweat and saw her chest heave as she panted. 

His cock felt like a molten iron rod. 

He knew as he looked at her they'd be lost if he took her into that room. But the part of him that was screaming to stop was getting further and further away. He'd wanted that little body for so long, and for so long she'd teased him. Him over all other men. "This," he thought, "Is what she's wanted deep down anyway. From now on I'll possess her. 

"No more teasing. After tonight she'll be mine."

*****

Jen's eyes widened as her brother stuffed the panties in deep. No matter how she tried she couldn't spit them out. 

She tried to make herself dead weight as he pulled her toward the room. 

She can see the lust in his eyes as he muttered under his breath but it was the hint of sorrow in his eyes that shook her down to her bones but also started a tightening in her stomach. 

She knew she'd be his tonight no matter what she did. All of the things she'd done had led to this. If she didn't stop it she'd be going down that road with her brother. No matter how much she thought about it, she knew it was wrong. She had to fight. Even when her body said not to. For both of them. 

She suddenly braced, pulled away and tried to run. Alex wasn't prepared for once and she was free for a moment. Then a hand curled in her hair, her head snapped back painfully and Alex hurled her into the room. 

Landing in a heap, she had time to survey the room as Alex walked in and flipped on the light.. It was filled with weights, a few benches, a small couch and some martial arts equipment. A punching bag swung on a hook in the middle of the room. She struggled to stand up with her wrists bound, her efforts stretching her shirt against her chest obscenely, but her legs were still weak and she couldn't stand. 

She shuddered when her brother spoke, his voice still low and husky. "So is this what you wanted Jenny?" 

She shook her head violently and tried to protest as Alex easily lifted the bag off the hook and tossed it aside, whimpered and backed away as he strode over to her and caught her by the collar. 

Jen sobbed gently as he dragged her to the middle of the room and yanked her up by the wrists. Pain shot through her arms as he pulled them up and knew her ordeal was just starting unless she could talk him out of it. 

She forced her teary eyes back to his, trying to silently beg him to stop, looking for the loving big brother who looked out for her.

Alex didn't notice as he checked and tightened. His hard cock brushes against her through the robe. Jen jumped. "God," she thought. "It's hotter, harder than any I've ever felt. And way too big." 

She thrashed with her legs, trying to push him away, even as she felt the juices from her pussy run down her legs. 

Alex still ignored her struggles until he was satisfied with her bonds. He walked back to the door, closed and locked it. With their parents gone, Jen knew there was no help coming. Unless she stopped her brother somehow he'd be her first man. She flushed with shame as she thought that her body was already betraying her. All the many times she'd thought of her brother -- the way he once protected her, the thrill she got when he looked at her –- maybe this was her fault. But she couldn't let it happen. She would be strong. 

*****

Alex turned and looked his sister up and down. Still hardly breathing, he'd only just noticed the scent in the air. The smell of his little sister's sex. His eyes traveled down her body, stopping to take in the sight of her white panties stuffed into her mouth before drifting to her glistening thighs. 

He took a ragged breath and licked his lips. 

"I thought this isn't what you wanted, Sis."

Her head shook again still denying, still pleading, but he couldn't tell anymore whether she was begging for or against it. 

Alex stood in front of her sister, still eerily calm until her eyes focused on him, and pulled off his robe. He turned his head, cracking his neck, feeling his cock jutting proudly from his toned body as he stood before his prize. 

He watched Jen's eyes travel over the body that she hasn't seen bare since before he went into the Marines. A moan escaped around the panties. 

Slowly, letting her take in each word he tells her in a husky voice, 

"This is it Sis. The cock that's going to take you. If you're good it might be the only one you see. Of course my friends sure have wanted you, but I don't think I'll share. 

"I always wanted you to give yourself to me. But you can do that later. Time to bare that sweet little body."

He reached for a butterfly knife from a shelf in the room, flipping the blade out, back in, out, knowing how much knives scare his little sister. He hears her gasp and hold her breath at the sight of the knife, watched her pull herself back away from him. He chuckled as he advanced, pulling the panties out of her mouth to let her speak as he slid the knife along her body. 

"Please Alex don't do this! No Alex please! I promise I will do anything you want just don't cut me please," she whimpered softly begging him with her eyes and now her voice. 

Still chuckling he pressed the knife against her stomach and then slid it up along the buttons of her shirt. 

"Don't worry baby sister this knife isn't for cutting. At least not cutting you you." One button popped away, then another. 

"This knife is just to help remove your clothes since you seem unable to at the moment. Though it may be good to remember it and play nice." 

Another button popped off, then the last one Her shirt falls open showing the little white bra that she had been teasing with all this time. She pulled her arms tight, her elbows in, trying to cover herself even though she had to know that it was impossible. Panicking, she kicked out to at him but he caught her legs and slid them around his waist. 

Pulling himself closer, he brought his mouth to her lips, slowly devouring it even as she tried to keep it shut. Chuckling against her lips he felt as much as heard her murmured no's. His hips dropped then rose, making his cock brush against her sopping slit for the first time.

"This is happening Jen. Tonight." He slid his cock along her slit again, his breath in gasps as he rocked against her, sawing along her little furrow as he spoke. 

"This cock."

"That pussy."

"You."

"Me."

"When I want it to."

"You'll beg me for it, little sister. You're already wet." He closed his eyes as he slid against her one last time and pulled back. 

*****

Jenny moaned deeply at the feel of his hard cock rubbing her virgin cunt. 

Fighting every instinct of her body she gasped, "Alex... Please!" 

He looked deeply into her eyes "Already begging Sis?"

His sarcastic words seemed to pull her out of her trance. 

"Get the fuck away from me, asshole!" she spat at him. 

His eyes showing a mixture of disappointment at her words and pride – at her spirt? 

Sliding the knife along her stomach he slipped it under the bra with a small twist it falls away. Grabbing a nipple he twisted it suddenly.

"I told you to play nice my little slut." 

She twisted away from his grasp "I am not a slut!"

"Sluts like you get me, Jen. You swear with your mouth that you are so sweet and innocent but your body tells a different story. Your nipples are begging for more pain and your cunt juices are running down your legs. 

"You are a slut Jen but from now on you will be my slut." Leaning down to catch a nipple in his teeth he suckled gently at first but nibbled and bit sharply every so often. The other hand ran down to her ass, holding her tight against him. 

Jen felt like her tits had been hardwired to her clit. She didn't know how long she could fight. Even the pain made her pussy spasm. She knew she was losing her battle as she let her eyes close, her head sagging back. She caught herself moaning and knew she was giving herself away. 

**********

Alex savored every inch he slid his mouth along his sister's flat tummy, his tongue slowly bathing her, lapping up her sweat. 

"She even has a cute belly button," he whispered to himself before dipping his tongue into it. He was rewarded with a low moan from his sister. He knew there was more lust and less fear and pain every time she opened her mouth. It was only a matter of time. 




Ravishing Jenny



He slowly unzipped her skirt as he pushed his tongue under the edge. His hands had never left her nipples until then, always squeezing, kneading, making her jump and moan for his pleasure. By now he knew his little sister would always like having her tits played with roughly. That suited him fine. 

As her skirt fell he lifted her legs around his strong shoulders so she was sitting there. She screamed as she felt him lift her, speaking for the first time in long minutes "Ohhh, nooooooooooooooo"

Her head jerked up and she looked down at him. Her eyes were lidded, and he could see the fear and sadness replaced with lust and the old adoration. He was stripping them away as surely as her old teasing clothes. 

She didn't kick. Jen was no longer fighting. The battle was almost over. He inhaled as he studied her pouting pink lips for the first time.

"What did I tell you my little whore slut. Your juices are running down your thighs. You want this as bad as me." 

With that he ran his tongue along her slit, flicking it over her, lapping up the juices. Parting her lips with his fingers he started his assault on her cunt, his tongue dipping deeply into her tight hole as he enjoyed his first tastes of his little sister. 

**** 

Jen had never felt like this before. Her body was no longer her own but was controlling itself as her muscles tightened and relaxed. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and the flames were engulfing the rest of her. She no longer thought of escaping Alex but only of pressing herself closer to his mouth knowing that only he could quench the fire storm inside her. 

She thrashed wildly when his tongue sought out her clit. Even as her arms pulled away her hips pushed against his face. slides into her hole slowly. "Damn little sister you have the tightest little slut pussy I have ever felt. Feels like a vaccum hose on my tongue."

Her head thrown back, Jenny hardly heard his words. Jenny was now in a world of feelings and sensations. She didn't care who this mouth belongs to as long as it would soothe the aching feeling. Her body started to writhe as her brother continued his assault on her clit. 

She felt a finger at her entrance and knew he'd soon know her cherry would be his. Her pussy quivered around it. He shoved it hard as he sucks on her clit. 

Her world exploded when he found her maidenhead "Alex! Big brother what's happening to me," she cried, then screamed out her release. 

*****

Alex almost came without touching his cock at Jen's words.

"Your little slut pussy is coming for me sis," he screamed, smiling as he kept up his assault on her debauched body till she was almost senseless. 

Pulling back he allowed her to relax a bit licking just enough to keep her orgasm going. She collapsed against her bonds, nearly unconscious from pleasure. 

Standing up he lifted her from the hook cradling her body against him, laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the couch in the corner. 

She sighed into his shoulder still moaning softly before he spoke. "Look at me baby girl. Was that your first orgasm? Was your big brother the first one to make you cum?" 

Nodding into his shoulder she whimpered softly. Finding her voice she whispered "Yes Alex. I could never do it myself and no one ever touched me."

She raised her head to look him deeply in the eyes. 

He knew he finally had her.

The look on her face was pure submission.



Ravishing Miss Price



"I can see old Toby Fforbes now," I laughed, "Screwing this Turkish whore up against the wall of the whore house when," I laughed again, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and."

"Captain Darrowby please!" Miss Price chided as she walked beside me as we followed the rest of our party along the path beside the river Colne in the glorious afternoon sunshine.

"Wrenched his member!" I added, "Groin strain they called it, three weeks in bloody sick bay and they gave him a damned medal, wounded on active service."

"Thank you Captain," she said, "When I need advice on the whores and whore houses of empire I shall certainly know whom to ask."

You see when one reaches a certain age and rank, in my case twenty eight years and a Captain, one does seemingly become irresistible as a potential husband to the unmarried elder sister of the latest debutante beauty, and I had long since perfected my speech designed to repulse at once even the most ardent admirer.

"A pleasure, anything you want to know, any position, anything I don't think there's anything I haven't seen that's possible." I assured her, "Shall we catch up with the rest of the party?"

"Have you no more tales of Turkish whores with which to regale me?" she asked.

"Indeed I have, if you are interested," I suggested.

"Indeed I am, it is my favourite subject save but for watching paint dry," she insisted, "For myself it is the fornicatory behaviour of the household servant which I find absolutely fascinating," she smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, it un nerved me, "Hastings our Ostler well he has the appendage of a donkey, and often consorts with Milly, the scullery maid in the stables in the warmth of a summer evening."

"Oh," I gasped.

"Oh yes, poor Milly, she has such struggles at times to accommodate him, such struggles," she exclaimed, "Yet she returns time and again to be abused."

"In plain view?" I asked.

"Oh no, but from the attic window I get a view, I slip off my robes do you see, bolt the door and caress myself as I watch," she explained, "My bosoms and my peach and everything, do you see and with a rolling pin do I imagine it is Hastings ploughing me."

"Miss Price!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yes, indeed Captain," she continued, "Sometimes I bite upon a handkerchief so I do not cry out such is my ecstasy!"

"Miss Price, please!" I exclaimed anew as I felt myself blush at her impropriety as at the same time my appendage work from his slumber at the thought of Miss Price disrobed.

The line and swell of her breasts was clear at a glance such was the cut of her gown, a graceful neck ripe for kissing, yet the same gown hid her belly and her haunches, were they in the same mould I wondered? her legs, graceful, her feet were not particularly dainty.

"Captain?" she queried, "Are you quite well?"

"A momentary discomfort," I explained as the need to release my appendage from the constriction of my under breeches became urgent, "Will you excuse me?"

"Perhaps?" she said with a wicked smile, "Perhaps not."

"Miss Price please!" I said "Look away."

"Why, shall you expose yourself to me Captain, do my words instill uncontrollable lusts within you?" she chuckled.

"Yes, I need to adjust my dress woman." I exclaimed plaintively.

"Then show me!" she said, "Is that not what you had intended all along, to expose your mighty shaft that I might leap upon it in unbridled lust?"

"No!" I protested plaintively, "But I must adjust."

"Then I shall look away." she said.

Thankfully with my back to our party and Miss Prices gaze averted I released my belt and breeches buttons and eased my shaft from its constriction to lie upwards.

"Five," Miss Price said, "Out of ten."

"Miss Price!" I exclaimed as I stood in the scarlet uniform of a serving officer with my rampant pink member in my hand.

"Definitely a five," she said and she laughed, "Now put it away you look ridiculous."

"Oh my lord," I exclaimed as I struggled to make myself respectable again.

"I suppose you would like to see my mounds?" she asked.

"What?" I asked and I'm sure my shaft grew another half inch.

"My mounds, my teats?" she asked, "Is that not how officers judge a wench?"

"No," I protested as I continued to struggle.

"It is only fair," she said, "Really."

"No," I replied, "It will not be necessary."

"But you can tell your brother officers that I showed you my teats," she teased, "Popped them from their constriction and allowed you to inspect them with the utmost thoroughness."

I struggled anew, my swelling was to excess now, he sought relief not constriction, "Please Miss Price, do not torment me so," I said but she moved around and bent from the waist that I might better see down the cleft between her mounds and by so doing I saw the promise of a flat trim belly surmounted by the most desirable soft yet firm mounds, neither too large not too small.

My mind wandered to softness and clouds and that pleasant warm feeling began to overwhelm me, Miss Price appeared but as a dream and before I knew it it was all far far too late.

"Captain Darrowby please!" she wailed in a pretence at shock as the first of many great gouts of silvery emission erupted uncontrollably from my member, I knew not what to do, as my seed burst pulsating from me missing by no more than a fraction the hem of her gown.

"I am so sorry I am truly mortified," I said, "How can you ever forgive me."

"I'm sure we can make some arrangement," she said, "But perhaps a five was somewhat mean, I shall say a six." she said and she bend down to where a small pool of my emission lay and dipped her finger in in and brought it to her lips.

"Mmmm," she said, "Slightly salty, Hastings often makes Milly lick up the surplus from his shaft when they fornicate and she always says 'Ummm, salty."

I stared aghast, but before I could frame a reply she added "Oh no, I shall not lick you dry sir."

I stared helpless, our party had now slipped from sight, "Your kerchief sir," she demanded and took the same from my pocket, "Allow me," she said as she briskly wiped away the slime from my shaft and marvelled at its resurgence, "Still a six," she laughed, "Now put it away before it gets you into serious trouble."

"I really am most mortified Miss Price," I apologised most profusely, "It was entirely unintentional," I pleaded, "Pray how may I atone for my impropriety?"

"Indeed, I am mortified," she said her eyes twinkling, "Its is insulting when an offer to display one's charms is cast aside without consideration."

"So you are not discomfitted?" I enquired hopefully.

"Oh no, but wait until I tell Mama!" she replied.

"Then in due course I shall take the utmost pleasure in viewing your charms," I agreed, "Mounds teats, and every other thing that you wish to display." 

"Shall you start with my mouth like as with a horse?" she asked.

"No, your haunches like I am seeking a whore," I laughed, "Come tongues will be wagging."

"Then haunches it shall be," she said and she bent from the waist placed her right hand upon the ground and flicked her gown and shift up her back so they displayed her haunches to perfection, and then she rose, "So, out of ten?" she asked.

"Eight, damnit I'm swelling again." I cursed and she laughed,.

"I think we should rejoin our party," she suggested, "Before you do something you might regret."

Our absence was barely missed, Mrs Price was busy with the younger Miss Price, Adele, fresh from school in her first season,and my Miss Price, Amelia, was to all intents and purposes an inconvenience her girlish beauty waning to the pleasant comeliness that comes with the age of one and twenty. 

"Shall you accompany me to dinner?" Miss Price asked as we returned to Harthope Hall the residence of our host Lord Harthope who as Mrs Price's eldest brother was Miss Price's dear uncle.

"I would be delighted," I agreed, as I acknowledged that Miss Price was proving to be a far more pleasant companion than I had expected.

Lieutenant the Lord Melchett was the reason I was invited, they couldn't invite him alone for ther matchmaking with Miss Adele Price so they invited me as his immediate superior officer, and as Lady Harthope's banquets were legendary I would have been foolish to refuse.

He came to my room as I dressed for dinner, changing my day uniform for the second dress uniform as appropriate for polite society.

"Ah sir," he said apologetically.

"Yes sir," I replied as though I out ranked him Militarily he out ranked me socially.

"This afternoon, sir, Miss Amelia sir, you dallied sir." he said.

"Indeed," I agreed.

"But why sir?" he said, "I wished to dally with Miss Adele."

"And that young sir is why Miss Amelia dallied with me," I submitted, "Adele is too immature for dalliance," I submitted, "She is a butterfly, a peacock, let her fly not burden her with children before her time." 

"But our peacocks can barely fly two yards!" he declared and I raised my eyes to the heavens.

"You are too young," I replied, "Sample succulent whores while you may and when you desire because young Geoffrey, that Price girl would milk every drop of jism from you and there would be no whoring if you were wed.

"Really sir, every drop?" he said in a remarkable display of stupidity, "Oh my!"

We sat together Amelia and I, I think Mrs Price thought it convenient, and Adele and Geoffrey likewise sat together.

I drank copiously of the water provided, Geoffrey preferred the claret, port, elderberry wine, nettle wine and everything else with the scent of alcohol until he was entirely intoxicated, though sadly not insensible.

"Darrowby says you would drain my snake entirely were I to marry you," he suddenly announced to no one in particular.

"Geoffrey," I cautioned, "Watch your tongue please."

"Did you really say that?" Miss Amelia asked, and without waiting for a reply she added, "Captain Darrowby does say the strangest things why he regaled me of the tale of Toby Fforbes and a Turkish whore and," she laughed, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and wrenched his member and they gave him a medal because he was wounded on active service!" 

There was this awkward silence.

"Captain Darrowby please!" Mrs Price exclaimed at length.

I blushed crimson, "Ah, that was not exactly it." I squirmed.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Lady Harthope asked, "In polite company."

"I, I didn't." I tried to explain.

"Darrowby, I think you should leave us," Lord Harthope added, "And for gods sake sober up man!" 

"Miss Price," I pleaded "Please."

"Just because I drained your snake earlier does not mean." Miss Amelia Price stated and then a great howl arose.

"Amelia, please!" Mrs Price shouted, "Decorum!" but it was too late, everyone remembered we had tarried far behind.

"Darrowby," Lord Harthope cautioned, "Have you despoiled Miss Price?"

"Sir?" I replied at a loss for an explanation.

"He revealed himself to me Mama," Miss Price explained.

"Did you?" the Lord asked.

"And he asked to see me bared," Miss Price continued. "And showed me his emissions!"

There was consternation, Lady Harthope rushed from the room to be sick, Mrs Price looked aghast, Lt Melchett looked bemused, Mr Price grinned sheepishly.

"Darrowby, I asked you to leave." the Lord insisted,

"Yes go you horrible, horrible man!" Mrs Price added.

"My apologies sir," I said, "Miss Price, is."

"Go sir, out sir!" Lord Harthope reaffirmed, "And you Miss Price, if you please."

I stood bowed slightly and strode from the dining room, out into the high wide entrance hall and stepped out onto the terrace, in, if I am honest, a state of shock, the sun was setting over the hills casting an orange glow over the valley.

I heard footsteps behind me, Miss Price, "Oh Captain Darrowby," she laughed. "And I thought you the most tedious stuffed shirt and here you are being completely outrageous."

"And I thought you a grown woman!" I snapped, "Not an irresponsible minx!"

"Would you like to feel my mounds?" she whispered.

"Very much, now leave me before you feel my hand across your haunches," I cautioned.

"Captain Darrowby, where are your manners," she replied, "When a girl offers a gentleman the chance to sample her charms and he demurs," she explained, "It is considered excessively rude." 

"And you are hardly a girl." I pointed out, "You must be twenty and one if a day."

"Rude to excess," she laughed, "I shall see you later," and she drifted away into the evening and returned to her room.

I walked around the gardens for a few minutes watching the light change as the sun set fading from green through orange to ochre before it disappeared into a uniform greyness and with the last rays of the sun I returned to my room.

"What delayed you?" a voice queried.

"Miss Price?" I asked.

"Indeed who else would await you," she replied, "Or have you such a bevvy of admirers that they queue up to greet you?"

"Oh no, no of course not," I agreed.

"I was joking," she explained, "Now shall you inspect my mounds that I may be released from my obligations to you?"

"Miss Price!" I exclaimed, "This is entirely improper!"

"Then be quick," she laughed and she bent down so I might view down between her mounds, "Or perhaps tomorrow," she said lightly and then she slipped past me, "Good night!" she whispered, and then before she was through the door she stopped abruptly, "Damn!" she swore quietly, "Mother."

She slipped quietly past me again and sat quietly upon the bed, "Mother is prowling," she explained.

"But what if she finds us," I whispered.

"Then your reputation is destroyed forever!" she exclaimed.

"Not mine yours!" I exclaimed.

"Then keep quiet!" she replied.

I went and sat by her upon the bed, "No damnit I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb so show me!" I demanded.

She turned on me," This has gone far enough!" she whispered but I grasped her by the shoulders swivelled her so she sat on the edge of the bed, "Captain," she said, "Please I have indeed ruined myself with the rolling pin if we are found you are entrapped sir."

I raised her gown and shift, the soft light revealing her shapely calves clad with short red woollen stockings and revealed her soft pink thighs and beyond the soft peach like entry to her womb as all her charms were displayed to me. "Oh Captain!" she whispered, "You must resist me."

"Indeed," I averred, as my fingers explored her softness, and as I did my shaft was once more finding himself constrained.

"Then there is no reason for propriety?" I stated as she moistened and I confirmed she was no maiden.

"None," she agreed. "You are well and truly ensnared sir." 

"Then we are of one accord," I agreed, "I am indeed entrapped."

"Only if we are found Captain, now your discomfort, allow me!" she said and her hands were at my breeches, I wanted to demur but dared not lest the disturbance bring witnesses.

"At least allow me to hang my jacket neatly," I requested, but she shook her head and worked diligently to release my member, and when he sprung free full of desire she caressed him gently and I drifted in my mind to heaven.

"Captain, I own I have never seen anything so rampant," she whispered, "Pray relieve yourself, come!" she whispered as she grasped my shaft, "Let your seed flow Captain," I needed no further bidding, "Quietly!" she added and I realised I was moaning as the pent up emotion flowed in liquid form from me and into the dish she reached from the bedside table.

"I sought to spare your reputation," I suggested, as the flow subsided.

"Ah, such noble thoughts," she said as she dipped a finger into the silvery liquid and transferred it to her own sweet soft pink slot, "I by contrast have no room for sentiment," she said, "Mother!" she howled, "Captain Darrowby had defiled me!" she shouted but in vain for when I cupped my hand over her mouth there was just the faint happy chatter of inebriation from the withdrawing room to be heard.

"You damned fool," I exclaimed, "You shall have your come uppence Miss Price."

The light was near gone now, I unbuttoned my Tunic and hung it neatly, my shirt, cuff links, belt, breeches, socks everything I placed neatly as was my wont and then I climbed onto the bed beside her, "Does this Lilla licks Hastings clean or does she lick him to rampancy?" I asked.

"Lilly," she said, "She is called Lilly, and." she said as she grasped my member anew, "And you are rampant enough sir, you will treat me kindly won't you."

"No, I'll ravish you like a Turkish whore," I said, "Noisily and passionately,"

"So why are you whispering?" she asked.

"Your reputation," I whispered as with her guidance I sank deeply within her, easily, warmly softly, perfect except that her gown was rucked up around waist, and her mounds were covered and inaccessible.

"Captain," she whispered, "Am I?" she left the words hanging and she sighed.

"Yes, hush." I suggested as I ploughed her gently at first and then faster and faster until with a crescendo of passion I reached the heights of heaven and reached my release within her and as I did so I buried my head in her neck and kissed her passionately to prevent myself crying out. We laid quietly afterwards, she slipped her gown off entirely and we lay together bare and as the moon rose I explored her mounds and teats in its silvery light.

"You capitulated very easily Captain Darrowby," she whispered.

"And I thought it was you that surrendered," I corrected her, "But the result is the same I fear, shall you tell your Mama or must I," I asked and there in the mid night should our tale have ended but that a shrill scream rent the night time stillness.

"What was that?" I gasped and again a scream, nearby, agonised, plaintive from Melchett's room just the stairwells width away fromm mine.

"Darrowby!" someone shouted, "He has Amelia!" and then before we could make ourselves decent Mr Price and Lord Harthope had burst upon us with candles flickering and the lord's patent whale oil lamp blazing.

"What!" gasped Amelia.

I knew in an instant, "Melchett has pronged your sister!" I whispered.

"I say unhand her sir!" Harthope railed.

"Tis done sir," I said, "She is mine, Miss Amelia has done me the honour of consenting."

"So I see," Price agreed, "Might have asked first, manners and all that," he said, "Could have done worse, a lot worse," he said, "Goodnight."

Harthope was left flabbergasted with no axe left to grind except the impropriety and so he also left us.

"Oh!" Amelia declared, "So what was the scream?"

"Melchett, come, get dressed we shall investigate." I suggested.

Melchett was only persuaded to open his door after lengthy persuasion, and there upon the bed lay a distraught Miss Adele Price.

"He professed love and inflicted agony sister," she sobbed as we entered the room, Melchett was half dressed, his shirt on but naught else and his appendage stood nobly to attention, I wondered what the problem could be, certainly in was no greater in girth or length than my own if indeed it was a great but when Miss Price lit the oil lamp and it burned with a clean yellow flame was all laid bare.

"New to fornication are we Lord Melchett." I asked.

"Indeed not sir, I fornicated frequently at school." he averred.

"And you Miss Price, you are pure?" I asked, "You have not shared your sisters penchant for observing the fornicatory habits of the peasantry?"

"I am pure but not innocent of the ways of the birds and bees." she admitted.

"Then you are too young!" I averred.

"Hardly Captain, Lilly is barely." My Miss Price offered.

"Surely you do not wish this half witted peacock for a brother?" I asked.

"Indeed, he would be an excellent catch." she agreed.

"Then in that case my darling disrobe that we may demonstrate the ways of love," I suggested.




Ravishing Miss Price



"But captain!" she demurred.

"See his manhood, see her haunches." I suggested.

"Adele," Amelia chuckled, "Did you try to fornicate like Rabbits?" she asked, "because," she laughed, "If you did you used the wrong hole!"

"I say sir!" Melchett protested.

"You don't prong a wench up the backside Melchett," I explained, "Unless she's a whore and you're two up, no the front slot man, the softness that's where to prong her."

"Oh," he said the brown stains on his appendage and her haunches mute evidence as to his naivety.

So I continued, "Did you learn nothing from tales of the regiment?" he shook his head sadly.

Amelia had by now found a large candle and she advanced upon Adele with it saying, "The thing is sister to burst the membrane, the maidenhead first as I did so that your lover might claim you easily."

"Sister, are you?" Adele asked and within the minute Miss Adele would have cried out but that Miss Amelia held a cloth over her mouth as she forced the candle deep into the softness betwixt Miss Adele's soft shapely thighs.

"There," my Miss Price said, "Now to your duty Lieutenant."

To be fair Melchett needed no second bidding but sprang upon Miss Adele with all the finesse of a mating of foxhounds and after a number of failed attempts to insert his member in the approved slot he at length succeeded and after some awkward rapid jerking pistoning movements in and out so the deed was done.

"My eye, what swiftness!" Miss Amelia commented, and Melchett beamed like an idiot.

"For gods sake man it's not a race," I exclaimed, "Why old Farty Farthinger once spent three hours and twenty two minutes pleasuring a Turkish whore, only stopped for a." I explained but Amelia rudely interrupted

"The Captain takes near five minutes, and I have no complaints," Miss Amelia averred, "And I do believe it is time to renew our union," she insisted, "Captain."

"Oh my god what have I done," I exclaimed as we returned to my bed chamber, "I shall be hung, Miss Price, hung!"

"Indeed?" she said, "Why?"

"Fornication," I exclaimed, "Precisely that which I was charged to prevent," I said as I grasped Miss Price once more.

"Then desist!" she said as she wriggled from my grasp.

"Not us, Melchett!" I protested, "I was supposed to keep him from wenching." I said as I sat on the bed,

"Oh," Miss Amelia said as she came to sit astride me, and sought to impale herself on my shaft.

"Lord knows what I shall tell his father the General," I sighed as she sank down. 

"He is a grown man Captain," Amelia protested, "Not a child."

"Then there is my mother," I said, "Oh my lord," but she kissed my forehead and everything faded to insignificance against the warmth of her body and the moistness and warmth and slippery friction as she pleased me and finally after much exertion we lay together and slept.

I woke with her beside me, "Happy," she asked, "Now you have taken your pleasure?"

"Ask me when I've taken it again," I replied as I reached out to take her in my arms again, "Though I don't know how I'll tell my mother, or ask your father for your hand." I confessed.

"Then I shall sue for breach of promise!" she proclaimed, as she moved closer to me.

"Oh no, you don't escape so easily," I challenged as my manhood rose to the occasion, "You set a trap, and it is you who are trapped." I insisted.

She smiled, but then there was Melchett urgently rapping on my door, "Sir, I am undone!" he said and then added "Oh!" as he saw Miss Price still barely dressed only her shift covering her nakedness.

"You sir have succumbed to a minx," I told him, "And now you must pay."

"How much?" he asked.

"Not money you fool," I explained, "You must make Miss Price an offer."

"Not money?" he said in confusion, "An offer?"

"Marriage!" I replied.

"Oh god no sir, Mama will kill me, I am to marry cousin Serena."

"Whereas," I countered, "If you do not make an offer Miss Price will like as not tear off your appendage and feed it to the ducks."

"She is but a girl!" he snapped derisively.

"My Miss Price," I explained, "Not Miss Adele."

"Indeed, I shall tempt it from its lair and then with my little knife," she clucked her tongue, "Off, good bye Lord Melchett, hello Miss Melchett."

Melchett wobbled on his feet, his countenance turned an awkward shade of puce and he rushed forth leaving us alone where the softness between her legs relaxed to admit first my fingers and then as she rolled onto her back the full length of my appendage easily with the barest minimum of resistance.

Our appearance at breakfast was strangely cordial as the scandal of the day was Melchett and the younger Miss Price, it seemingly having been accepted that I was a reasonable enough catch for the elder Miss Price and my assistance was sought in righting the wrong Melchett had inflicted upon Adele.

"Captain," Miss Amelia challenged me, "You are the worlds greatest living authority on Turkish whores, pray tell how exactly Farty Farthinger spent three hours pleasuring a Turkish whore." 

"Three hours and twenty two minutes," I explained, "Well first of all the whore milked him by hand, and then as soon as he was recovered she milked him by mouth, and then, when he recovered a third time she had him prong her as soon as he grew stiffened." 

"Milked him by mouth?" she asked.

"Indeed," I agreed.

"How?" she asked.

"Yes how?" my Miss Price asked, "I think you owe my sister an explanation, shall we repair to our room?" 

It was more an order than a request.

To be continued...



Ravishing My Girlfriend's Mom



(((Note: Since I'm not using any last names, the names have not been changed to protect the innocent. These events are based on fantasies that occurred around real relationships, but they will always remain, alas, fantasies.)))

I was a very lucky man to have the girlfriend that I did. Lisa was a virgin when I met her, but she was a repressed catholic school girl ready to bust out at the seams... and at the age of 19, I was ready to do some busting, too.

She may not have been the physical ideal that most men hope for, but most men don't know what they're missing. She was what you might call "overweight," but that meant that no matter how hard I pounded into her during sex, there was always a soft landing. She had a gorgeous face, and the way she sucked my cock was nothing short of glorious. She also liked it rough and kinky, which is where the interesting stuff really started... not with Lisa, but with her mom, Lynne.

Lisa lived with her mother and grandmother. Lynne, her mother, had been divorced for quite some time, and her grandfather had taken his own life (in my opinion, to get away from her grandma). It was a month or so before we were going to get our own apartment, and Lisa and her grandma were going away to Oklahoma for a week, to catch up with some family. Lynne was never that close to that side of the family, so she was going to be alone for that week. At least, we thought she was, until she called me Monday, about the time that Lisa and her grandma's plane landed in Oklahoma.

"Scott?" she asked, sounding very depressed, "Could you come over? I don't usually have the house all to myself, and I'm a little... nervous, I guess. Just for a little while?"

I didn't mind. Lynne was a fun person to hang around, and she was very pretty. The opposite of Lisa's body type, she was slim, almost too slim, but she'd had a breast-job done to impress her ex-husband. Lisa was fond of reminding me that her mom's DD tits weren't real... I really didn't mind. I actually kind of liked the fact that she was willing to do that to herself to appeal more to men.

So, after getting a few things done around the house, I drove over. It was starting to rain on the drive, and because it was the rainy season, I knew that a thunderstorm and a tornado watch were both imminent. I was glad I was going over, because I knew that Lynne didn't have much tolerance for "scary" weather.

When I got there, I was partially soaked by the downpour as I ran to the front porch of the house, and Lynne had obviously been waiting for me by the window, because before I could so much as knock, she had the door open, and was pulling me in.

"Oh, Scott... if I'd have known it was going to start raining, I'd never have called!" she said. She had a towel waiting for me, and I was trying to get the water out of my eyes and hair.

"It's fine, Lynne, really..." I said. "I don't mind driving in the rain." I pulled the towel away from my face, and my eyes almost came out.

She was wearing a filmy, silky, see-through robe, over a very lacy set of bra and panties. The big, fluffy slippers almost, but didn't quite, ruin the image. I'd had thoughts about Lynne's body for quite some time, but then again, I was 19... I had thoughts about screwing toast.

"Um," I said... but Lynne took the towel, and rushed off to put it in the laundry, giving me a good look at her ass as she went. Not a lot of meat, there, but it moved very well.

"It's just that the house is so empty, and quiet, and then there's the storm," she was saying, from two rooms away. I just sort of stood there, for a minute, then took off my jacket and hung it to dry by the door. Lynne came back in and smiled at me, and we went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Almost on cue, there was a lightning strike nearby, and the lights went out. Lynne jumped, right into my arms... and those beautiful (even if artificial) breasts were pushing against my chest, and I kind of lost another couple of seconds.

"I'm... sorry about that," she said, disentangling herself from me. "Dammit... I was going to put in a movie, or something... and cook you something, for coming over..."

I remembered the all-electric kitchen, and shrugged. "No worries, Lynne. I'm just glad you don't have to be alone in this."

She smiled at me, in the faint light, and even in the darkness, that smile was enough to warm me up all the way down to my crotch. "You're so nice, Scott... I'm glad Lisa found a guy like you. I wish I could."

That took me aback. "What? You have a boyfriend, Lynne... you guys went to the lake last weekend!"

She huffed, and sat back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which, again, did GREAT things for them. "The asshole wouldn't TOUCH me. Can you believe that?"

I just shook my head. The guy must have been gay, or something.

Lynne looked at me, and I could see that she wanted to say something. I just waited... I liked where things looked to be going.

"Scott? If you were alone with... with a woman like me... would you... you know... try something?"

"Well," I said, "I am alone with a woman like you... and I'll be honest with you, Lynne. If you weren't my girlfriend's mother, I surely would." Not that I didn't want to jump her bones right then and there, but I DID want to protect my relationship with Lisa.

Lynne bit her lip. "I... I wanted to talk to you... about Lisa, if that's ok."

That sounded serious, but I nodded.

"I know that you two are... are, well, sexually active," she said. "But... I kind of saw the two of you in your car, when you were parked out front, last week."

When you and your girlfriend live at home, you get a LOT of time in, sitting in the old car. I mentally replayed what Lisa and I had done together on that occasion, and winced. To Lisa and I, it was just another night of play. To a casual onlooker, though, it would have looked a lot like a rape.

"Well," I said, slowly, "Lisa has some... well... unusual tastes... and so do I, I guess," I said, trying to find a safe path through this minefield.

"I know," said Lynne. "Lisa and I talked about it... she told me about all the 'forced' fantasies and the bondage."

The hard-on that had been struggling against my jeans deflated... you don't ever really want to hear your girlfriend's mother tell you that she knows everything you've been doing to her daughter... especially when it's a little over the top, kink-wise.

We both sat there on the couch, uncomfortably, for a minute, when another lightning strike hit, and she was up against me, this time.

"I'm very lonely," she said, as her breathing slowed down again. "Scott, I haven't been touched, really, for years... my boyfriends don't want anything to do with me, physically."

She must have been picking up crazy people from some asylum, because even with the knowledge that she knew I was playing rape fantasies with her daughter, that hard-on was coming back, full force.

"They must all be nuts," I said, keeping my arm around her, protectively. "You're a gorgeous woman, and I'd think any man would want to have a lot to do with you, physically."

She snuggled in against me, and I was hard pressed not to rip her robe off right there.

"I liked hearing what you do with Lisa," she said, her voice very low, barely audible above the crashing rain and wind. "I wish someone would do that with me. I'd like it."

Now, what would any red-blooded American boy do at a time like that? Maybe not what I did, but it'd be right there in the list of options.

I grabbed her by the back of her hair, and yanked her down onto her back, while gripping the front of her robe, and pulling back. It ripped in a VERY satisfying manner, as she yelped. Her hands went up to her hair, and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock.

Lynne was struggling, but not very hard, when I used my grip in her hair to bring her back up to a sitting position, and forced her head down into my lap.

"No," she said, in a slight panic, but I know what she wanted. The word "No" was an invitation at this point... that's how Lisa liked it, that's how I liked it, and I was pretty sure, now, that's how Lynne liked it. The "No" left her lips in a perfect "O" shape, and I forced my cock right between them.

I could tell immediately where Lisa got her skills from. Lynne's tongue swirled around my cockhead and licked the very tip of my prick, even as I slowly forced her head further down on it. Her hands went to my thighs, but rather than try to push me away, she was feeling the large groups of tight muscle there... muscles that would soon be thrusting my cock up, into her mouth, and down her throat.

She gagged when I started to thrust my hips, but my hand on her hair assured that she would stay in place. She was sobbing, now, around my cock, when she wasn't gagging, and I wonder if she thought she'd taken on too much. Then, I stopped caring, as I started to fuck her mouth.

My hand in the hair at the back of her head would force her down onto my cock as my hips thrust up into her mouth, forcing my cock deep into her throat. I could hear her breathing through her nose, so she was at least experienced enough to take a good, hard, deep-throating. As I continued to rape her pretty mouth, I could see one hand slide between her thighs, and her hips started to gyrate. Like daughter, like mother, I suppose... she was playing with her pussy while I was raping her throat. That worked for me... I was going to need her cunt wet, anyway.

Her lips glided up and down my cock shaft like hot silk, and when just the head of my prick was in her mouth, her tongue would dance around it, licking the coronal rim and dancing in my piss-slit, before I was thrusting back down her throat again. It was that best of both worlds that I had with Lisa... a woman who was acting like she was being raped, and who was getting into the sex and working to get me off, at the same time.

When I could feel the blood pulsing in my cock, I pulled her head up and off of me, and held her down on her back again.

"Please... No... Stop," she said, but the look in her eye said she didn't mean it. With one hand holding her hair down, the other ripped her lacy panties off of her. Her pussy was shaved, wet, and hot, and there was no going back. I let go of her and stood up, and she watched me, her breasts heaving in her bra, her eyes wide.

I stripped in front of her, not saying a word. Her eyes were glued on my big, hard cock, bobbing up and down with my pulse. She didn't move... didn't try to rise... didn't resist. She knew what was coming.

As I dropped the last article of clothing, I lay back down, on top of her, and she struggled, just a little. Just enough so that I knew she was doing it for my benefit. I grabbed a cup of her bra in each hand, and with the strength of lust and youth, I pulled them apart, popping the crosspiece and releasing those amazing artificial knockers. They bounced out, not bouncing a lot, but jiggling just enough. It was time.

"Please, Scott... don't fuck me... PLEASE..." she said, knowing that she was going to get just the opposite of what she asked for. I placed the head of my throbbing member at the entrance to her hot, wet sex, and looking into her eyes, I RAMMED the whole length into her.

It was SO different from fucking Lisa! Lynne's whole body arched, and she screamed... I thought that I'd killed her. I stopped, with my cock buried in her body, but her pussy was spasming, twitching... she was cumming. That one thrust was enough to give her a shattering orgasm. I smiled... I had a LOT more where that one came from.

Her orgasming cunt felt so amazing on my cock that I was afraid I was going to cum too soon, so I had to give her the ride of her life as fast as I could. When she started to come down from the orgasm, I pulled my cock out until only the head rested inside her tight, hot cunt, and I rammed it back in again, HARD. As a second orgasm took her, I started to thrust in and out of her, faster, and FASTER.

Fucking Lisa, her overweight, soft body would absorb the shock and impact of my brutal thrusts. Fucking Lynne, though, there was no padding between us... I felt my pubic bone smashing into hers, again and again, and I didn't care. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up over my shoulders, gaining deeper access. I could feel Lynne's spasming cunt contracting on my cock, and then I could feel that most glorious feeling of hitting the bottom, my cockhead pressing against her cervix with every thrust.

I was glad that the house was a little away from the rest of the neighborhood, and that there was a storm outside, or Lynne's screaming would have made someone call the cops. I mean, Lisa was a screamer, but Lynne made her look like a sex mime. There were no words, no meaning... she was just cumming like a banshee, and I was loving it.

Her body shook on my cock, and I reached up and got me a double handful of her tits... strangely firm, but they made GREAT handles to pull her body down onto my cock even harder. Her hands grasped her own legs inside the knees, holding herself open to me, and her eyes flashed open, looking RIGHT into mine.

"D... Don't... don't CUM in me..." she said, gasping.

I needed no more invitation. I could feel the rush of cum from my balls all the way through my groin, and the wave of pleasure hit me from the tip of my cock all the way through my body. Lynne shrieked, and her eyes rolled back in her head, as my hot cream filled her belly. Sweat flew off of both of us, and I collapsed on top of her, my fingers locked on her big melons.

When I caught my breath, I looked at her face... she was still cumming. Her body was trembling, and she was moaning hoarsely... she'd screamed her voice away.

I just held her, fondling her tits while she continued to experience the orgasm... it lasted about ten minutes, by my best guess. When she finally recovered, she looked at me as if I was a god... which I felt like.

"You... you raped me," she said, her voice scratchy. "Thank you!"

I smiled, and then reached up, and took her thin throat in my big hand, holding her lightly. Her eyes widened, as her fingers slid across my thighs, to find that my cock was starting to harden again.

"It's going to be a long night," I said, and her eyes went even wider.

"I... I... " She said, then she melted against me. "Please, don't hurt me..."

I started to think of all the possibilities... from the toys in Lisa's room to the tools in the basement... and I knew that Lynne was going to love being hurt by the morning.