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Kate

By: Franco Pauli



Joseph Erickson felt good. He smiled as he started his car then sat back into the plush, leather covered seat, reflecting on the incredibly successful day he had just completed. The hand tooled leather briefcase setting on the passenger's seat contained the documents that finalized his purchase of Multi-View, a small but quite profitable graphics and video company. Not bad, not bad at all. It's too soon to refer to the Erickson Group as an empire, but its getting close.

"Dad," he commanded. His car phone responded with its magical beeps and a moment later his father answered his own cell phone. 

"Hello?" His father sounded a little aggravated but quickly assumed a calmer tone when he realized it was his son. He even sounded apologetic when he told Joe he wouldn't be able to celebrate his latest achievement, being out of town working on a project of his own. "We can celebrate next week when I return...why don't you pick up your mom tonight and enjoy yourselves at Briscoe's...treats on me." 

"Sounds like a plan dad." Joe masked the disappointment in his voice but the idea of spending some time with his mom was something he always enjoyed. He was surprised however that his father had gone out of town this particular week. He obviously wouldn't be home for his mother's birthday either...it was tomorrow. "Ok, dad...I'll see you then." Joe could swear he heard a soft giggle in the background before his father clicked his phone off, but he quickly dismissed the possibilities of what it might have implied and guided his sleek, black Jag in the direction of the old homestead. 

Joe was 15 years old when he finally realized how stunningly beautiful his mother was and that she was more than just his mom. Even now, at 44 years of age, she was centerfold perfection, turning the head of every man and often that of many women she encountered. He would never forget that brief moment during a restless night, when a casual glance into an open door abruptly transformed his "mom" into a "woman." His father was on his knees between his mother's open thighs. He watched in awe as she arched her hips up to meet his father's thrusts, her huge breasts trembling and shaking with each pounding stroke. So enthralled with what was happening before his eyes, he failed to notice his mother's eyes fixed on his own until it was too late. Suddenly aware of his discovery, he immediately bolted from their doorway and ran silently to the safety of his own room. 

Those images were forever etched in his mind. What they were doing needed no explanation. But the look on her face totally confused him. Why hadn't she been angry or even embarrassed by his invasion of their privacy? Instead, tear filled eyes had stared back at him, eyes that seemed full of guilt...eyes that seemed to beg for forgiveness. He could never know what was going through her mind at that moment, but that incident changed everything. His father never knew what had happened. And, his mother never mentioned it. But for the first time, that very night, as he lay alone in his bed furiously pumping his swollen cock, his mind was conflicted with shame and guilt. That night, the fantasy woman that sucked his young cock, begged for more as he pounded her willing body, bore the face of his mother...it was the first time, though it wasn't to be the last. As he grew older, there even were times when his mother's face would even mask that of one of his many sexual partners. It would be her eyes that lustfully gazed up at him...it would be her lusty body he filled with his massive cock until an unfamiliar voice broke his trance as she screamed in the consuming pleasure of her orgasm. He never asked himself why his mind conjured up such unholy thoughts...fear of the answer kept him from asking. Fear keeps many people from asking the wrong question that could give them the right answer. Kate Erickson suffered from the same dilemma. 

Kate would never forget that night, or her own reaction to her son's discovery. At first, she didn't fully understand why she felt guilty for being caught making love to her own husband. But as Joe grew older, every day growing more like his father, in every way, did she begin to understand. He was his father...he was her Master. The physical resemblance was remarkable. He even acted like his father. And she submitted to him only in ways a mother would be allowed, doting on him, protecting him, loving him unconditionally. She shied away from asking...out of fear. She refused to understand the guilt she felt at times, when his mere presence caused her body to flush with excitement or the unthinkable thoughts that raced through her mind. Another secret would be too much to carry. 

For 25 years, Kate kept the darkest truth from her son and her husband. Her husband was not the father of her son. How could she tell either one? In all honesty, at this point in their marriage, she couldn't care less if her husband knew. But her son could never understand. She would have to tell him everything...about his father and a side of his mother that could turn him away from her forever. She would have to tell him how his real father had taken her as a naïve, young girl...molded her, groomed her into the perfect slave, his slut, his bitch...his woman. Joe could never understand how his mother could crave such a life...to be owned, made to submit to a man's every whim. He could never understand the emptiness in her life when a drunken driver took her master from her, leaving her alone, his baby growing in her belly...leaving her to quickly find a marriage of convenience, one she had suffered for 25 years. He could never understand.

Now, ten years after that night of discovery, Joe stood at the front door of his parent's house. The crystal inside of the lock sensed its match in his pocket and silently released. He pushed the door open and walked through the immense foyer towards the living room. At first, his mind refused to accept what he saw. The images his eyes had captured couldn't be real, could they? But slowly they began to register themselves in his brain and quickly, disbelief turned to shock which immediately gave way to anger. His perfect mother, dressed only in stockings and heels, her neck circled by a black studded collar, was on her knees between the widespread thighs of a man he had never seen before. The man's hands held her head tightly as she eagerly sucked his impressive cock. The wet, slurping sounds made by her hungry mouth filled the room, interrupted only by the man's voice.

"Suck it bitch. Suck it like the filthy, married slut you are." He lifted his hips off the couch and pushed his cock deep into her throat, making her gag, trapping her head with his hands. He grabbed her hair and suddenly snapped her head back. She looked up at him; her eyes filled with lust and need. "What are you bitch?" he growled. 

"I am a slut sir...a filthy, married slut." Her words burned Joe's ears filling him with rage. His words exploded from his mouth.

"What the fuck is going on," he screamed. Both heads instantly turned to the voice. His mother cringed in shame and fear and the man angrily shouted at Joe.

"Who in the fuck are YOU?" he snarled. He pushed Joe's mother to the side and stood defiantly. He quickly discovered he was no match for Joe or Joe's huge fist that bloodied his face with bone crushing force. The man's knees buckled and his body hit the floor with a thud. He looked up helplessly at Joe, knowing that he dare not try and retaliate. 

"Now get the fuck out of here before I kill you." The man quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed his clothes. Seconds later the door slammed behind him as he ran naked into the night. Joe slowly turned and looked down at his mother, his fists angrily clenched at his sides. "How could you?" he whispered disgustedly. "How could you?" His mother cowered against the couch, tears streaming down her face as she stared up at her son.

"Please Joe...please don't hurt me...God I am sorry." He glared at her, his hands trembling at his side. 

"Get the fuck out of my sight. I need to be alone." Silently, she pulled her body up from the floor and walked towards the stairs. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her once loving son, her eyes pleading with him silently. His face was cold, stone like. Of all the people on this planet, he was the one she had never wanted to hurt. 

She had hidden every thing painful from him throughout his life. She had vowed to change the moment he was born...never let her needs surface. Not until her husband had virtually abandoned her for so many others had she succumbed. And now, the one person she truly loved and had loved her in return, despised her, hated her...the mere sight of her disgusted him. The tears continued to flow from her puffy eyes as she turned and walked up the stairs.

Joe was still in shock as he poured the potent mescal into the glass. He gulped it down and poured another, taking a moment to remove his coat and tie before sitting in his father's chair. He slipped off his shoes, leaned back and closed his eyes. The tequila started to calm him down. More rational thoughts began to work their way into his confused consciousness. Why was he so angry? For years he had known of his father's infidelity. He had heard the whispers of their friends and had silently shared her humiliation. Why she stayed was a mystery. 

The third drink numbed the pain even more that the second. His thoughts roamed to forbidden places and without warning, ten years of repressed boyhood fantasies rushed to the surface. He had seen that look on her face before. That image of her tear stained face suddenly forced him to realize that this was not about his father. She had betrayed HIM. The fourth shot was bolted down like the first. He turned his head and stared at the stairs making his decision. He pushed himself out of the chair and slowly took the first step towards his mother's room. 

Her door was open. Her shoes lay on the floor beside the bed. She was lying on her side, a sheet loosely covering her body, her face buried in her pillow. She was still crying, but immediately sensed his presence when he stepped into the room. She lifted her tear-stained face up and watched him cautiously as he moved towards her, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of emotions. For the first time in her life, she had experienced her son's anger. And for the first time in her life, she was afraid of her own son. She lifted her head higher and glanced around the room, as if looking for a way to escape. She realized it would be foolish to try and run so she reluctantly turned her eyes back up to his. He walked towards the bed and grabbed the sheet and ripped it away from her body.

"Look at you, you fucking bitch...you think I don't know what this is all about?" He pointed to the collar. "Was that your master, bitch?" He smirked and grabbed the collar, snapping her head back. "Is this his?" She bit her lower lip nervously and shook her head no. Suddenly his left arm lashed out, and the back of his hand stung her face, leaving her shocked and trembling. "Speak to me when I ask you a question, bitch" he growled. She burst into tears.

"Please, Joe...you don't understand. I am so..." He hit her again. She rolled away, her naked body supplicated to him like a wounded animal. He stepped back from the bed and stared down at her. 

"I am so what...cheap, whorish, and sluttish? I never would have guessed." He shook his head and laughed in disgust. "Perhaps I was just seeing things...you on your knees...a stranger's cock in your mouth. Maybe he forced you...or maybe you are just a cheap, cock-sucking slut. Is that what you really are?" 

"Please, Joe...I am so sorry...I can explain..." He cut her off quickly. 

"Fuck you. I don't need an explanation." He was still angry, but something in his voice seemed strained, unsure. He obviously was hurt very deeply. Kate knew her son well. He seemed confused, as if wondering what to do. This was new. He was always totally confident...so sure of himself.

She watched him closely. He kept staring at her, his eyes moving over her body, lingering at her huge, heaving breasts, her moist and smoothly shaved vaginal lips. Her breath caught in her throat when she recognized the look in his eyes...that same look his father had when he had taken her and given her the one part of his short life that still remained with her, their son. Her eyes, still maintaining a maternal watch, moved down his body. She gasped again, as her gaze locked on the bulge under his pants. It kept growing as she stared. Slowly, his hands moved upward, his fingers trembling as they began to unbutton his shirt. When he finished, he slipped it off his body and dropped it on the chair that sat beside the bed. With an eerie calmness, he removed his pants and socks until only his briefs remained. She could only stare at him in disbelief. My God, he wants to fuck me. My God, he wants to fuck his own mother. Instead of revulsion at her realization, a tiny crack appeared in the once impenetrable wall she had built around her emotions...it spread quickly. Her breath grew short, more like a series of gasps than breathing. She felt her nipples harden, extending with desire, to be kissed and bitten, as her pussy began to tingle and weep its juices between its puffy lips. He stepped closer. 

She shifted her body and pushed herself up until she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the throbbing mound that threatened to rip through the soft knit material. She just stared at it as the wall began to crumble. Finally she looked up at him. She could read the desire that filled his eyes. They were dark, bottomless pits, smoldering volcanoes waiting to erupt. She realized there was no longer any point in trying to hide what she felt. She wanted him...even more than her fear of damnation could overcome. Slowly she let her body slide off the bed until she was kneeling before her beautiful son. 

Her hands trembled as they reached for his waist. Her trembling fingers gripped the taut elastic band and began to draw his briefs down over his hips. The elastic caught the tip of his cock, dragging it downward until it finally slipped past the bulbous head. Completely free, the monstrous snake snapped back up against his taut belly then flopped downward, swaying and bouncing within an inch of her lips. 

Kate Erickson was in awe of its size. It was, without a doubt, the largest cock she had ever seen. She had never dreamed that her beautiful son was so well endowed. Just the thought of his massive organ pumping in and out of her body made her shiver with anticipation. Thick, blood engorged veins weaved their way across the surface, disappearing into the thick roll of foreskin that had gathered behind the flared edge of the crown. She knew hell was waiting for her, but all she could think of was sucking her own son's cock. She wanted to taste it so badly; to feel his hot cum spurting into her mouth. 

Joe rested his hand on her shoulder as he stepped free of his last bit of clothing then slid his hand behind her head. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back against the mattress, stepping closer until his cock lay across her face, his sperm laden balls resting against her chin. Kate breathed deeply, filling her lungs with his musky scent. She whimpered softly and timidly licked the underside of his cock, running her tongue along the thick vein. Joe instantly pulled back and slapped her face. She scrambled away from him and pulled herself up onto the bed, curling into a fetal position, her fear returning as she hid her face into the pillow. Joe moved his knee onto the bed and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her onto her back. 

"Why? Couldn't you tell?" His voice wasn't angry. He looked down at her, almost tenderly. She stared up at him, her body trembling, her left cheek still tingling from the painful slap. Tears filled her eyes. She couldn't lie anymore. 

"Yes," she nearly screamed. "Couldn't you?" His powerful body moved over her, his knees pushing between her thighs, spreading them open. Suddenly a sense of guilt over what she was about to do, washed over her, forcing one last, futile attempt at stopping what was certain to happen. "God, Joe, please stop us, even if we both want to, we can't. It's so wrong...so very wrong," she whimpered. His hips lowered and she felt bulbous head of his cock beginning to spread the moist folds of her sex. "My God, Joe, I'm your mother! We..." 

The powerful thrust of his body pushed the air from her lungs as Joe drove his throbbing cock deep inside her hungry cunt. "Finally," he growled; his body motionless as he savored that first penetration.

"Yesssssssss...finally," she echoed. Kate lifted her hips upward, wanting to take every inch of his huge cock into her womb. She had never been so full, stretched to the limit, her silky sheath molded to every pulsing vein as they throbbed against the slippery walls of her seething pussy. She could feel each beat of his heart. "Oh God," she gasped as he lifted his powerful hips and began to drive his turgid shaft in and out of her juicy cunt. "You're so big, Baby...so fucking big. I love it, God I love it." The words had spilled from her mouth...words she hadn't used in 25 years. They stunned and excited them both, inflaming their desire for each other; chipping away at their inhibitions slowly but surely. "Oh yes, Baby, Come on. Oh yes...fuck your horny, little bitch." 

"My...bitch? Is that what you want, mother, to be my bitch? You'd better be careful, mother...your son could be a freak," he panted, never missing a stroke. She was more than he dreamed and before this night was over, he sensed she would be more than just an obsession...she would be everything he had ever wanted in a woman. 

"Yes, Baby," she moaned as she curled her long, silky legs around his body, pulling him deeper into her burning cunt. "I want to be your bitch, your slut, your whore...fuck." He drove his cock deeper into her, churning his hips...stirring her cunt like a sorcerer stirring a magic cauldron of boiling liquids. "Oh fuck," she moaned again and again, a chant that grew in intensity until she was nearly screaming out the words. She was on fire. He lowered his upper body until he lay tight against her, his hands snaking under her undulating hips to cup her pliant cheeks in his powerful hands. 

Kate rolled her loins against his body; her hands moved up and down his muscular back, raking his flesh with her long nails. Her eyes widened when he brought his lips to her mouth, and then closed as their lips met. Their first kiss as lovers was the most erotic and incestuous act of all. It seemed to symbolize their union completely; it was the ultimate forbidden act. His tongue pushed between her lips, swirled around within, tasting her saliva, drinking from her open mouth. There was no turning back. With that single kiss, she became his woman. 

His hands did not remain still. He continued to pull and knead the supple flesh of her buttocks like fresh dough, pulling her tighter against his hard body. His fingers slipped into the moist crack of her ass and found her tiny rose bud, teasing the crinkly ring, wetting it with the thick juices that had flowed from her cunt down into the warm cleft. "Yesssssssss," she gasped as a thick finger finally pushed into her rectum. It pumped and twisted, and buried itself deep inside her bowels. "Oh Baby...Baby...Baby," she groaned. "You've discovered mamma's secret," she whispered, a soft whimper escaping as she spoke. "More, Baby. Mamma's getting close...so fucking close...don't stop."

"You are a wicked, little slut, aren't you bitch? You like getting your ass fucked. How about another...two's better than one?" He pushed another finger into her ass, making her squeal in pleasure. "Another?" A third finger slid in beside the others, stretching her asshole with a sweet combination of pain and pleasure. Her body began to stiffen. It wouldn't be long...she could feel it. Suddenly it arrived. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body trembled in the rapture that captured her body.


Kate



"I'm cumming," she screamed. "Oh my God...I'm cummmmmmmmming." Her nails dug into his back as the first shock of her orgasm hit. A second wave rushed behind the first, wracking her body in pleasure. The primal intensity of their incestuous coupling was too much for Joe to let him savor the raw pleasure for very long. Her pulsing cunt caressed his throbbing shaft, the wet, silky walls clung to every contour of his cock, milking and squeezing its huge girth until it triggered his own release. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum exploded from the tip of his throbbing meat, completely filling her cum starved cunt to overflowing. The mixture of their juices oozed out around his cock covering their loins as it spread out from their coupled organs. They had mated. Her son had planted his seed into her willing body and at that moment, she realized she belonged to him. 

Finally, their orgasm passed and their bodies began to relax. He collapsed on her sweat-covered body and drew her into his arms. "Where is this going, Joe?" she whispered as she snuggled into his body. "What are we going to do?" He was silent for a moment, then laughed softly, lifting her face tenderly, his eyes smiling. 

She started to speak, but he hushed her. "Shhhhhhh...There will be plenty of time to talk." A few soft caresses and tender kisses later, they were both soundly asleep. 

Joe finally let the morning in. Turning over onto his back, he stretched his naked body then laid his head back into the soft pillows, reflecting on the events of the previous night. He wondered where his mother had gone, but quickly discovered she was sitting in a large chair in the corner of the room. She was naked; save for the collar around her neck, one long, graceful leg was draped over the arm of the chair while the other rested on the floor. The sunlight danced across her body, caressing every beautiful curve and twist of her perfect form, leaving her silky skin with a warm golden glow. 

The mere sight of her caused his cock to tingle and he reached down and took it in his hand, gripping it firmly around the base and giving it a firm squeeze. It had already begun to harden and the thoughts that raced through his mind quickly had it standing straight up from his loins. He gave it one last squeeze and let his eyes moved up to her face. Where, he was greeted with a warm smile. 

"Good morning, Master."

"Master, is it?" Her smile disappeared instantly. He realized she had taken his question the wrong way; any pleasant thoughts had been wiped away. Her expression clearly showed her sadness and disappointment. "I love the sound of that, and it's a lot easier to say than Lord Joseph, Sovereign of the Universe." His words worked and her smile returned, accompanied by a little chuckling. She seemed quite relieved. 

"I was worried that you had changed your mind, Sir. You didn't, did you?" 

"Of course not...Pet." He emphasized the word Pet, subtly, but with enough focus to make his point perfectly clear. "Have you?" She shook her head no. "Any regrets?" She shook her head yes, surprising him and suddenly turning the table. She laughed softly and moved her eyes down to his swollen cock, licking her lips slowly and in an obviously exaggerated manner. 

"I wish I had had the pleasure of fucking that monster much sooner." She laughed teasingly. "By the way, did I do that or do you just have to pee?" She hesitated for a moment...then cautiously continued. "Either way, Master, you wouldn't have to leave the bed." Joe raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly at his mother. 

"My, my...you're such a nasty little whore, woman. It seems there is a lot I don't know about my sweet, innocent mother." Kate blushed slightly and bit her lip nervously.

"I hope I didn't offend my Master. But there is a lot you don't know about me and it is up to you how much you discover, Sir." Joe watched her carefully. Their mood had changed suddenly...her breathing was deeper and the tone of her voice was lower and somewhat guttural. She couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from his cock. Her desire was written all over her face. He decided that it was time to learn more about his mother...a crash course. He placed his hand around the base and tightened his grip, dragging the foreskin down until the plum shaped knob was completely exposed. She gasped softly as Joe began to pump his throbbing cock with painfully slow and deliberate strokes. 

"It's beautiful, Sir," she whispered. "It's so fucking big and thick." As if in a trance, her hands began to move over her body. They slid upward under her breasts, lifting and squeezing each luscious mound of pliant flesh as she continued to watch Joe pleasure him self. "Do you like them, Master?" His yes was more of a grunt than a word. His hand moved faster. She toyed with her nipples, pinching and pulling them until they pushed out from the dark circles of pebbly flesh that surrounded them. She lifted one to her mouth and sucked, bathing it with a thin coat of saliva. "They like to be bitten, Sir...hard." Joe winced for her as her teeth bit deeply into the thick nub of rose-colored flesh. 

Joe's hand moved even faster, squeezing the meaty shaft a little harder, milking it until a stream of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and formed a small puddle at the tip. She gasped again as he slid his thumb up the side and slowly smeared it over the head until it glistened like a giant plum in the morning dew. He bent it forward, pointing its hungry eye directly at her mouth. "Is this what you want, my little slut? You want this cock in your mouth?" She quickly shook her head yes, swallowing loud enough to hear. Her hands dug into her breasts, deep enough to mark them with her nails. "Well, show me, Pet. Show me where you want my cock." Her right hand moved quickly from her breast to her lips. 

"I want it right here, Master. I want your big juicy cock in my mouth." Her mouth formed a perfect "O" and slowly sucked three fingers inside. She pumped them in and out, swirling her tongue around the imaginary cock. She pulled them out and licked them as if streaks of saliva were streaks of cum. When she finished, she held them up. "I will always leave you clean master...always" 

"Where else, pet? Where else do you want my cock?" With her eyes still fixed on his cock filled hand, she withdrew her fingers from her mouth and dropped her hand between her thighs. Her eyes closed for only a moment as she pushed them into her moist folds. She twisted her fingers around inside her cunt and began to pump them in and out, matching the rhythm of Joe's hand. She eased another finger in, then her thumb, pushing her entire hand inside her up the last row of knuckles. Joe could see her juices oozing out around her fingers; hear the wet, juicy sounds her tiny hand made as it pushed in and out of her sopping cunt. "That's it bitch," he moaned as he pumped his cock faster. "Now...show me," he growled. "Show me another place you would like this fat cock." Kate stopped, reluctantly pulling her hand from her gaping cunt. She had been close to cumming, but she knew to wait for her Master's command. 

She looked at his eyes, lifted her foot from the floor and draped her leg over the other arm of the chair. Lifting her hips slightly, she slipped her hand behind her, sliding it under her ass cheeks. She pulled her legs back, curling her ass out towards him. A slightly darker cone of flesh funneled his eyes right to her crinkly rose bud. He watched intently as her fingers moved towards her asshole, poising over the tiny opening. A rush of air escaped her lips as she pushed a single finger into the tight ring of muscle. She pushed it in deeper, pumping it, working it back and forth to stretch the opening wider. Then, she drew her finger back until only the tip remained inside. Joe laid there, his excitement growing, pumping his cock harder, and squeezing his meaty pole as he watched. They both groaned as she pushed two fingers into the dark hole. "I want it here, Master," she hissed. "I want your beautiful cock inside my ass."

"God, you are a nasty little fuck, Pet," he growled. 

"Yes I am Sir...YOUR nasty little fuck." She sat there, her body perfectly still. "Watch what I am going to do with your beautiful cock, Master...Imagine what it will feel like when I do this to you." To his amazement, he could see her sphincters loosen then tighten around her fingers again and again, gripping then releasing them as if milking a stiff cock. "Now, Master, think about your beautiful cock pumping in and out of my ass, fucking your whore, using her bowels to pleasure that magnificent cock." Her fingers began to pump in and out of her ass, each stroke faster than the last, until she was pounding them wildly in and out of her gaping hole. They were now both into it completely. The surreal scene had developed from a bit of teasing and experimentation into one of the most erotic experiences either had had. Her pussy juices were gushing out of her body, running down into the crack of her ass, flowing around her fingers, wetting them until they mimicked the sounds of a thick cock plundering a cum filled pussy. 

Though nearly four feet apart, they were fucking...fucking with a raw lust that bridged the gap of fantasy and reality. "God damn it...you little slut. Take it all the way up your whore's ass...take it," he screamed. His hand was a blur as it stroked his cock faster and faster. He could feel his cum boiling within his balls...beginning their journey up the length of his cock. 

"Yes, Master, take me...I belong to you. My ass belongs to you. My cunt belongs to you...my mouth. Oh fuck, Master...please let me cum...my God I need to cum." Her words were a shrill scream piercing the air like the crack of thunder. 

"NOW," he bellowed, jerking his cock wildly until his sperm exploded from the tip...shooting wildly onto his thighs and chest. Kate's body lifted and tensed as her orgasm wracked her body. The release triggered them both back to reality. Instantly she sprang from her chair and straddled his loins. She gripped his cock and guided it between her cheeks.

"Master, yes?" 

"Yesssssssssssssss," he growled. He gripped her waist, pulling her down and lifting his hips as plunged his cock deep inside her bowels. She screamed as the pain shot through her body, that sweet pain she craved...the pain she needed to be whole. "Fuck me, my sweet whore. Fuck me." Yes, she would fuck him. She would fuck him forever. This is what she was meant for. She drove her ass down, sheathing his cock in her silken anal sheath, gripping him as she had gripped her own fingers. Her breasts bounced wildly as she posted his magnificent cock. She rolled her ass, churned her body against his as his massive shaft ripped into her bowels. 

His cock reached depths never before reached. It pushed into her belly like a snake, moving through the dark musky passage in search of prey. So deeply was he buried within her bowels, she swore she could feel him in her throat. She leaned forward, her hands against his powerful chest, her nails digging into his flesh. Her eyes locked onto his, her body stilled for a moment. Slowly...she raised her hips, letting his cock slide out until only the head remained in her ass. She squeezed the mammoth tip with her sphincters, trapping it within her. Then, when the moment was right, when the tension was too much to stay, she slammed her ass downward. 

They both grunted with the force of their contact. She paused again...smiling down at her Master almost teasingly. She rolled her hips, tugging his cock with her clutching asshole. Her hips moved in a wide circle, stretching his throbbing cock trapped within her body. She paused again. She was sweating...another orgasm was close. She bit her lip and squeezed his cock tightly, sliding down slowly, taking every massive inch of cock meat into her bowels until her ass rested against his thighs. Then she began to milk him with her anal muscles only, clenching around it tightly, releasing slowly. 

Joe could barely breathe. Never had any woman been able to bring him this far. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth down to his. His tongue pushed between her lips, swirling around in her sweet wetness. The intensity was too much. His cock began to throb. "Master," she gritted through her teeth. "Please...God, please."

"Yes," he grunted into her mouth. She trembled as she felt his cock pulse, releasing a torrent of cum into her ass. It felt like liquid fire, scorching the flesh inside her bowels. She screamed in a rush of pleasure that was almost painful. Her body stiffened, taking on a death-like stillness then suddenly collapsed onto his chest. 

The aftermath was tender and loving. She cleaned him slowly, licking away every trace of cum and her own juices. She loved the musky scent that lingered, the gritty taste of her anal juices, and the salty taste of his semen. Her tongue licked every drop from his body, lingering between his cheeks bathing away the nectars that had dripped into the warm crevice. Finished, she curled against her Master, reflecting on what was to be. It was still early. She wondered what he was thinking at that moment and as he was reading her mind he broke the silence that hovered around them. 

"How about naming him Joe Junior? Or, should that be Joseph the Third?" Her eyes showed the shock in her eyes then slowly filled with tears.

"What did you say?" trying to keep her voice steady.

"What if you get pregnant woman? You know the drill. I put it in. I come a lot. You get pregnant." He was obviously toying with her. He knew. God damn it, he knew. She looked up at him. He had a cocky smile on his face.

"How did you find out, Sir?"

"A little curiosity goes a long way. Remember the blood tests we all took for the insurance company? The blood types didn't add up. Add a bit of snooping...voila." 

"Do you hate me?" He laughed and pulled her face into his chest. 

"Actually, I am grateful. I was honestly relieved to find out...I would have hated to think I was spawned by that son of a bitch." He grew quiet. He moved his hand to her neck and slowly ran the tip of his finger over the collar that circled her neck. "By the way...who gave this to you?" She caressed his chest with her tiny hand and whispered her answer.

"Your father gave it to me." 

"Then, I must assume...it is part of my inheritance...as are you. Am I making myself perfectly clear?" Kate smiled as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. She clutched him tightly and pressed her face into his chest. It was difficult to speak at the moment; her overflowing emotions choked her words.

"Yes, you are Sir...perfectly clear." She realized the rest of the day would be full of experimentation, discipline, and the defining of limits for the many aspects of her new life. She knew there would be other times when their passion would push past the power of this moment. But this chapter marked the beginning. She was truly his. He owned her completely. She was his lover, his bitch and his slave. She would be all things to this man, as only a mother could.



Kate



Kate hesitated at the door. She wasn't sure that she really wanted to do this. But the wetness between her legs gave lie to her hesitation. She was excited about what she was about to do. She had been excited all day. And besides, she could always say her safe word and stop whatever was happening. 

She had called Him on her way over and answered very politely. "What's your safe word?" That was all that he said after recognizing her.

"Kumquat." She answered. He made her repeat it several times, then said that she already knew what to do and hung up. Not the reassurance that she wanted, but something more and different. 

Now she was at the door. He said the door would be unlocked. "Nobody really leaves the door unlocked," she thought. "I'll just try it and when it's locked have a good reason to go home and say I tried." She didn't want to disappoint Him, but if it was locked, it wasn't her fault.

She put her hand on the doorknob. Again the hesitation, but she turned it and it opened. Now she was committed at least a little. He would know she was at the door and opened it. In she went.

He was there, just sitting and watching TV. He didn't even look up as she came in. She expected some reaction out of him, but nothing. She let the door close. This was not quite what she wanted. But now that she was here, she would follow through.

She removed her blouse. Thinking maybe He would look up, she kept her eyes on him, but nothing. She removed her bra and stood there defiantly topless. Still no reaction from Him. She began to doubt what she was doing. Maybe He would never respond and she would just sit there. No, she had to continue. 

She removed her heels. She normally wore flats or sneakers, but He had insisted that she wear heels. It had made walking harder and she had almost fallen several times. It felt good to be on firm footing again. Only her skirt was left, He had told her to wear that too. He had told her not to wear panties and she had complied. It had all seemed so much easier while she was just on the phone and not in person to obey.

She was unsure of his seeing her naked body, but slowly slid the skirt down to her ankles and then stepped out of it. She coughed nervously, but not reaction was forthcoming from Him. She knelt as He had told her, naked and waiting for His notice and attention. Her hands were behind her back, upright on her knees with her back straight. No hiding her breasts nor her pussy in this position. 

He kept watching TV, it felt like an hour of waiting in this position. It was probably only 5 minutes at most. She noticed that the show continued and didn't hit a commercial, so it couldn't have been too long when He got up and came over to her. 

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"If it pleases you, Sir," she replied. She was pleased that she remembered the appropriate way to address him and smiled a little. He didn't appear as impressed and her smile disappeared.

"You may kiss my feet." It was not really a request or permission, but more of a command. Just differently worded and she knew it and complied. Bending down from her waist and kissing his bare feet. He had on pants and a t-shirt. It made her much more aware of her nakedness.

When He gestured with His feet, she returned to her knees to await His next instructions. He picked up each breast between his hands as though weighing them. He pinched each nipple, harder than she expected causing her to gasp. He grunted something like approval. He used His feet to spread her knees apart. Now her pussy was very exposed, open and wet. She wanted to hide from her nakedness, but what He was doing exposed her more. He trailed a finger down her skin from breast to pussy and touched her wetness. She moaned as His fingers brushed her sensitiveness. Kate thought to herself, "Am I really doing this? Can I submit to this man and allow him to use me like this?" She debated saying her safe word, but stopped from doing so. He hadn't really done anything that she needed to stop. It was just His demeanor and ease of use of her body that caused her to wonder.

He told her to get up. She rose to her feet, hanging her arms at her side and standing so that her privates were concealed as much as possible. He grinned now at her shyness. 

"Put you hands behind your head," he instructed. She complied. It caused her breasts to perk up a little. "Now spread your feet." She hesitated. "Now." It was not said forcefully, just with command. She obeyed with alacrity, surprised that he had such power already. His hand touched her pussy again. She was even wetter now that she had obeyed. 

"Interesting." He paused and looked at her in the eyes. "Are you ready to submit to me now?"

Kate knew it was her out. She could say no and walk out and He wouldn't think any less of her. He had warned her that she needed to consciously submit to Him. Needed to make a verbal commitment that she wanted Him to have power over her. She still didn't really believe Him when He said that the submissive really had the power. 

"Yes, Master." It squeaked out, but it was enough. She was in His power now. He laughed, not menacingly, just joy in that laughter.

"Good girl." He rewarded her and took off His shirt. It was a minor thing, but she felt better knowing that He wasn't fully clothed anymore. Then He moved around to her backside and yanked her hair back. Her head came back with it and He kissed her hard on the lips and let go. Her breath caught when He let her go.

He pulled out a chair and told her to come over to him. He wanted to examine her. He had her put her breasts in His hands. He made her turn around and expose her ass to Him. He pushed one finger into her pussy while she was bent over. Then one small tease at her asshole as well. Then had her straighten up again. The changes in movement and holding poses she wasn't used to were a strain, but she had agreed to submit and Kate was a stubborn woman. Once she agreed, she would follow it through. Her hesitations were mostly gone now. Just a determination not to use her safe word and to get all the enjoyment she could out of the moment.

He stood up. "Remove my pants." It was something that would be the work of a moment and she went to take down His pants. "Your hands are supposed to be behind your head." He slapped her hands, not hard, but enough. She immediately put her hands behind her head. She realized that she was going to have to remove His pants another way. This was not as easy as she thought. But she knelt down and worked at them with her teeth, first pulling down on one side, then on the other. Eventually Kate got them down far enough to hold them down with her head while He stepped out of them. 

"Now the underwear." He demanded. She worked again, this time with more ease both because of the article and because of her practice with the pants.

Now He was naked too. But she still felt His power, His control, His dominance. She still felt naked, He was just unclothed. She wasn't sure how He did it, but she still felt it. And she was on her knees still. When she had finished the underwear, He had put His foot on her back and she stayed down.

He stood above her as she knelt, bowed down there before Him. She felt Him move above her. Not knowing what was going on. She felt Him pull gently on her hair and stroke it back. It was peaceful and nice. Then the blindfold came with His hands and Kate was thrust into blackness. It was what she wanted, but this was scary. She couldn't see anything. She reached out a hand to touch something and felt Him grab it and put it forcefully behind her head again. She knew not to repeat that.

"Suck my cock." It sounded like the equivalent of make me dinner or clean my clothes. Not something sexual, just something that she should do. She couldn't see and didn't dare use her hands to guide her. She moved to where she thought it should be and opened her mouth. As she moved forward, she felt His hardness on her cheek. She adjusted and took him into her mouth. She knew that she was good at this, but usually she could see and use her hands and... This was different. She could tell He was excited, He was hard, but He wasn't reacting as she was used to. She continued as best she could. Eventually He told her to stop. 

"Not bad. Not the best, but you can be taught to use your mouth like a pussy. To take me all the way in and to fuck like you only have that one hole. But not bad. We will continue in the bedroom."

Kate wondered how she was to get to the bedroom. She had barely left the front door. She started to take a couple of tentative steps. "Wait." He chuckled. She gratefully stopped moving. He moved her hands a little from the back of her neck and she felt ropes being tied to them. Then a collar put on her and the ropes from her hands were tied to the collar. Then she felt a tug and realized that a lead was attached to her as well. 

She walked a couple steps tied that way. Then the tugging stopped. Kate waited. She didn't think that they had come far enough for the bedroom, but wasn't entirely sure. Then she felt His hands at her legs. His breath was on the inside of her thighs. She moaned and spread her legs apart. She didn't care if they made it to the bedroom. She just wanted him to keep playing with her and her body. He reached up and stroked her pussy, then her clit. She nearly came from just that one touch. Kate knew that she was in His hands and didn't need to do anything that he didn't allow. She just allowed herself to be in His hands. 

She felt a touch at her ankle and realized that rope was being attached there as well. Then on her other ankle and her legs were forced closer together than they had been. Apparently He wanted to cobble her as well. Then the tug again at her lead, this time faster. She had to struggle now with her feet tied and her hands behind her not giving her balance. She was proud that she didn't fall on her face trying to keep up. The tug stopped. She waited for a touch. Instead she could hear Him moving around. He seemed to be gathering stuff and getting ready. For what she wasn't sure.

Then a sudden push and she was falling. She hit the bed almost instantly, but it scared her to fall without knowing where she was. She gasped as he said "You're in my place now, bitch." It was a little scary to not have the reassurance of good girl, but it was very exciting.

She was pulled up by her tied hands to the top of the bed. Her hands were untied for only a moment as they were secured to either side of the bed. Then her feet were unbound. Again, it was only momentary as they were tied to either side of the bed. She was now bound spread eagled on this bed, blindfolded, and had told this man that she was His to do with as He pleased.

He spent several hours playing with her. He teased her to the brink of orgasm again and again. He allowed her to come on occasion and He came as well. He came inside her mouth (and made her swallow), inside her pussy, and on her in various places. He played with her breasts and with her pussy. He used His tongue on her in ways she hadn't thought of before. He did everything that He said He would do and more.

When she left, she couldn't help but be glad that she had decided to give this a try. He may go back to being Andrew in most of her interactions, but she knew that she would come back to her Master again.



Kate



"What do you mean I'm not going to see you until January? Evan! You told me we could be together for part of the holidays. We talked about going away for New Year's Eve!"

Evan cringed as Kathleen's voice grew shrill. "I'm sorry if I misled you. My family always goes to our home in Telluride for the holidays."

"Misled? Misled? You call telling me that something special would happen when we were together at the stroke of midnight misleading? How could you do this to me?"

"Kathleen, I'm sorry, really I am. Maybe I was caught up in the moment," Evan said, desperately trying to dig himself out of the hole he had dug. Kathleen was a nice girl, in a middle-America sort of way, and a real good piece of ass, but she really wasn't his kind. Mother and Father had pointed that fact out to him over Thanksgiving. "Come on, baby -- say you'll forgive me. I'll make it up to you when we get back to campus next year. It'll be worth the wait, I promise."

Kathleen refused to let him know she was crying, and covered the telephone with her hand. Now she was stuck. She had told all her friends how great Evan was, the little things he was always doing for her, how he made her feel like a princess, and how he was making big plans for the holidays. Now -- nothing. She couldn't even imagine what they would say when they found out. It was a good thing most of them had already left for home. Christ, what a miserable drive home she was going to have. Back to "Hicks-ville" for Christmas. Big fucking deal. Could anything else go wrong?

Dark gray clouds began to cover the sky, turning the early afternoon into the look of evening. She didn't relish the six hour drive out to the country, and would have gotten on the road sooner, if Evan hadn't called with the bad news. Damn him! She had put up with his pompous attitude, even giving up seeing some of her old friends, because they weren't the type of people he wanted her to associate with. He kept telling her she was worth so much more, and had to start acting it. Now, he blew her off.

"Come on, sweetie, come on. Don't die on me now," she begged, hoping her words would coax her fifteen year old Corolla into turning over. "Come on, we just need to make it to spring. Then you can rest." A couple more minutes and finally the engine started. By the time Kathleen had her car all warmed up and loaded, the clouds had begun to release their burden. Huge, wet snowflakes began to fall, mixed with icy rain. She prayed that she would be driving out of the weather, as she maneuvered her car through the village streets of the college town.

The snow and rain mixture fell faster than Kathleen had expected. An hour into her trip, she was wishing she had stayed in town. But the dorms closed for Christmas vacation at three o'clock, and she would have had to stay in a hotel. She certainly didn't have the money for that. Her nursing text books had used up any additional funds she assumed she would have. Because of the ever-changing field she had chosen, used text books were not an option.

Kathleen turned the radio off so she could drive in silence. Her eyes strained, trying to look through the wall of white. The accumulation on the road was starting to affect the traction. Heavy, wet snow caused her car to slide every so often. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw a snowplow truck. 

She dropped her speed and glanced at her clock. She was three hours into her trip and knew full well it was going to take a lot longer than six hours to get home. She tried switching to her high-beam lights, but it made matters worse. It was as if the snow was coming right at her.

It was instinct that caused her to slam on her brakes. She had been navigating a curve, woods on either side of the road, when the veil of white opened a bit and she saw him -- a ten-point buck standing proudly in the middle of her lane.

So many thoughts were racing through her head, her white-knuckled hands gripping the steering wheel. Her mind screamed at her -- foot off the brake and down shift! It was all she could do to lift her foot, downshift to second and then first gear, on her little automatic car, but it was too little, too late. Her car careened off the road, into the snow covered trees, finally stopping with a huge thud.

Kathleen sat stunned for a minute, before taking a physical inventory. She had not hit her head, her shoulder was a little sore from the seatbelt, but she felt fine. She carefully moved her legs and arms, turned the key to the off position, and finally opened the door. She had to push against a sapling right next to her door to get out. She almost lost it when she saw the front of her car. The front end was now curved and hugging a large tree. There was no way she would be driving away from this.

She quickly surveyed the area and realized there was nothing around. Making her way to the back of the car, she popped the trunk and started to rifle through her bags. She took off her coat and layered on a sweater and a hooded sweatshirt, before putting her coat back on. She dumped all non-essentials out of her school backpack and filled it with a pair of dry sweatpants and jeans, socks, sneakers, shirt, panties, a couple of toiletries and her wallet. She remembered her cell phone was in her pocket, and quickly opened it to call 911, but there were no bars, no reception, whatsoever. Okay Kathleen, start walking, she thought, and start walking fast.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She knew it had been almost forty-five minutes since she saw any signs of life, so when she reached the road, she walked towards her destination. There was no sign of the fucking deer, but she did look up and say a silent thank-you that she hadn't injured it.

Kathleen began to slide her way down the road. Stupid, cute boots, she thought. You have to have them, he said. It's what all the girls are wearing in Chicago, he said. She scraped, saved, and went without meals in order to pay for these god-damned boots with their fucking three-inch heels and pointy toes. Yeah, she was a real fashion-statement trying to walk in them, through the slush on the road. She walked for a good thirty minutes before the heel broke on her cute boots, and she came crashing down in the road. She was immediately soaked from above her waist to her feet.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. If she hadn't been so pissed at that point, she would have cried. It wasn't fair -- none of it. Out in fucking the middle of nowhere, soaked to the bone. She scrambled to her feet. Kathleen scanned her surroundings -- nothing but fields with patches of wooded areas. There was no place to take shelter, nowhere to change her pants, assuming any of the clothes in her backpack stayed dry when it hit the wet road.

She limped along with her broken heel. The rain had stopped and now it was just constant snow. Kathleen knew she had to get warm and dry soon, or she would risk getting hypothermia. She could hear a noise far off in the distance that sounded like a chainsaw. There were no other roads so she had no idea which direction the sound was coming from. She started shivering a lot more and feeling a little nauseous.

In her mind, Kathleen knew she was getting into trouble. It was so hard to walk with her body shivering violently. She stumbled, not quite sure of what was happening. Her face was very pale and her lips had turned a blue tone. Her pace had slowed so much there were times that she wasn't sure she had actually taken a step.

The noise of the chainsaw was louder, but she couldn't see anyone. A cloud appeared in front of her, as she stood swaying. She dropped her pack, but couldn't move to pick it up. The noise and cloud got closer -- along with a single shining beacon. That was the last thing she saw before darkness overtook her.

She tried to wake, but was drowsy and confused. It was quiet and warm, and more than anything, she wanted to sleep.

"Hey, can you wake up?" she heard him ask.

"No," she whispered and fluttered her eyes.

"Come on, you can open your eyes for me, can't you?" "No," and then she slept.

She looked like an angel, he thought. Strawberry blonde curls circled her head like a halo. Her eyes looked blue/green when she barely opened them, and they reminded him of the sea. She was tall, athletic, and she was all woman.

Everything was warm and soft; Kathleen thought as she turned over on her side and stretched. What a bizarre dream. She curled up under the warm blankets and listened. She heard soft music and the clanging of pots and pans in the background. This is nice, she decided.

"Shit!" Kathleen half shouted as she sat straight up. "What the hell?"

The blankets slid down her bare breasts and the chilly air immediately caused her nipples to stiffen.

Oh God, oh God, where the hell am I? She looked around the log paneled room searching for anything she might recognize. Her backpack was lying on a wooden trunk. Glancing around, she crept out of bed to get it. Empty, nothing at all. Oh God was all she could think.

Kathleen snatched the blue patchwork quilt off the bed and wrapped it around herself, when she heard heavy shoes coming up the stairs. The first thing she could lay her hands on was an iron candlestick. She took a position in the far corner of the room and waited.

If he hadn't stopped to steady the tray, she probably would have killed him as she let the candlestick fly across the room, crashing against the door.

"Help," she screamed. "Help!"

Alec just stood still, watching the young woman scream for help. His eyes were laughing at her, infuriating her even more. When she finally stopped screaming, panting to catch her breath, he asked in a quiet voice, "You done?"

"Stay away from me you sick, son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill you! I swear to God, I'll kill you!"

"Now are you done?"

Kathleen's eyes looked around the room, and she was filled with a feeling of frustration and desperation. Tears started to form in her large eyes, and she tried to be brave, but her trembling lip gave her away.

"Look, please don't hurt me. Just let me go, please? I won't say anything, just please let me go."

The man standing before her set his tray down on the trunk and backed out of the room. With a quick turn, he bent, picked up an armful of clothes, brought them in and set them on the bed.

"Look, Kate..."

"What did you call me?"

"I looked in your wallet to see who you were. I found you on the road when I was out on my snowmobile last night. I came upon you and you just keeled over. You were soaking wet and blue, so I brought you here to help you. You know, hypothermia is no laughing matter," Alec said calmly. "I had to get your clothes off and get warm, moist cloths onto your neck and groin -- your pulse points. I just kept the warm cloths coming while I dried your clothes. When your color came back and your temp felt close to normal, I covered you up and let you sleep. I tried talking to you but you weren't quite ready to wake up."

Kathleen looked at the man before her. He was about her height, muscular with red curly hair and a beard that was starting to show a little gray in the mustache. His eyes were sapphire blue, and they were kind. As much as he looked like a tough woodsman, everything about him was kind. She exhaled slowly, feeling just a little relieved.

"My name's Alec and this is my home. It's not much but you have the run of it. I brought you some chicken broth and your dry clothes. If the broth stays down, maybe in a little while, we can get you something a little more substantial," Alec said as he turned to leave.

"Alec, my name is Kathleen. Thank you. I'm sorry I screamed at you, but I was really scared."

"Yeah, I kind of caught that, Kate. Look, you get dressed. The bathroom is around the corner here to the left. Take a shower if you like. I'll be downstairs when you're ready."

Alec left Kathleen to herself. What time is it, she wondered. The drapes were still drawn, and she knew it had been about five o'clock the last she had checked. The clock next to the bed showed ten thirty. She opened the drapes and was greeted to a blinding white glare. It was still snowing and as far as she could see there was only white.

After a hot shower and the chicken broth, Kathleen felt a little more like herself, and only a little shaky. She pulled on her jeans and sweater, and swore at the curls in her hair. She would have given anything for her flat iron and makeup, but those had been nonessentials. She slid her feet into a pair of socks and made her way downstairs. 

Alec's home was a log cabin A-frame structure. His bath and bedroom were in the loft. Ahead of her, as she walked down the stairs, was a two-story wall of windows. The snow was pressed up against the glass a good three feet. The way the snow was blowing around in front of her, it looked like ghosts dancing.

The downstairs appeared to be one open expanse of room. There was a fire going in the stone fireplace and a potted evergreen tree stood nearby. It was draped with little white lights and strings of popcorn and cranberries. The simple sofa and chair looked soft and comfortable. The decor was sparse and decidedly masculine; no sign of a woman, at all.

Alec was stirring something cooking in a large pot, on the stove. He jumped a little when Kathleen joined him, not hearing her approach in her stocking feet.

"You feeling better, Kate?"

"I am thank you. By the way, my name is Kathleen."

"Yeah? It doesn't really suit you. You look like a Kate to me. How's the appetite? Do you think you could eat something? I've got some stew here and some brown bread in the box."

Kathleen looked a little miffed at his insistence at calling her Kate -- but let it go. Pick your battles wisely, she thought. "I'll try a little something. I'm not really all that hungry, but I haven't eaten since yesterday, so I'd better try."

Alec put bowls of hot, steaming stew on the old oak table. The carrots and potatoes seemed to swim in brown gravy. He brought out the bread, cut off a few slices and put them on a plate. He poured a couple glasses of water, set them down, and joined Kathleen at the table.

"It's simple, Kate, but I promise you it won't make you sick," he said as he handed her a cloth napkin.

Kathleen tentatively tasted the stew and was pleasantly surprised. She began to shovel the tasty fare into her mouth. The bread had a nutty and oat-y taste to it and was the perfect complement.

Alec smiled and sat watching her down the hot food. She looked up to see him grinning at her. Her cheeks took on a distinct pink glow.

"God, I'm acting like a pig, aren't I? But geez, this is so good. And the bread tastes homemade. It's all so amazing."

Alec chuckled, "I bake my own bread and I caught the rabbits myself"

"Rabbit?" Kathleen gulped. "I would never have tried this if I had known it was a bunny, but..." taking another spoonful, "it's so damn good."

Within minutes her bowl was empty. Kathleen sat back and just stared at her empty bowl. "I feel so good right now."

"I'm glad," Alec smiled, "and you look a whole lot better than when I found you. I'll be honest; you had me scared last night. I wasn't sure if I'd remember what to do. Now that you're feeling better, maybe I can give you the bad news." Alec got up, reached to the top of the refrigerator, and set a small object down in front of her. "I'm afraid this didn't make it."

Kathleen looked at her badly cracked cell phone. "Oh no -- can I use your phone?" she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I don't own a cell phone. It makes no sense out here, and I'm afraid the phone lines are down. It's been snowing since yesterday afternoon with no end in sight. What I do have is a CB radio, so I can stay in touch with my neighbors. We could maybe get a message out, and see if they can keep passing it on to someone with a working phone. We'll be able to get a message to your family that way."

"Well, can't you just take me into town so I can get a tow and maybe rent a car?"

"Oh Kate, there's no way. I can't get my truck down the driveway to the road, let alone even guess that a snowplow's been through. I'm afraid you're going to be stuck here for a while. The only thing I've got is my snowmobile, but I know I don't have enough gas to get us into town. I'm sorry, Kate."

She looked so sad right then. "I really need to talk to my mom."

Alec went, knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. Tears had welled up in her big eyes. He wasn't sure what he would do if she cried. "I promise you, Kate, you'll be okay with me, and we'll find a way to get a hold of your mom. Come on, let's try the radio."

Alec held out his hand to lead her over to his paper covered desk, surrounded by filled bookshelves. It was a while before he could raise anyone on the radio. He explained Kate's problem and passed along her mother's telephone number. The man's voice on the other end promised he would pass the message along until someone with a phone could make the call. It was a minor accomplishment, but Kathleen felt a little better.

She walked around the room and wondered what the hell she was going to do to pass the time. Alec had turned off the CB, after chatting with his neighbor, and started to put on his coat.

"Where are you going?" Kathleen asked.

"Out to get some more wood and check on my horses. I heat this place by oil, but I like a fire going too. I'll be back, Kate. Don't worry."

"Can't I go with you? Can't I help?"

"Now that's real nice of you to offer, but I'm afraid your boots are in need of some major repair. Just stay inside and keep warm. I can't risk you being exposed to the cold so soon after your little adventure. Help yourself to anything you like, I'll be back in a while."

The back door slammed open as a huge gust of wind blew through the house. The cold seemed to cut right through to Kathleen's bones. Alec was right; it was too soon for her to be outside. She watched him fight his way through the snow, towards a red barn. Soon the blowing snow made it impossible to see anything.

She turned and looked back into the house. She decided to busy herself by washing dishes, putting the leftover stew in the refrigerator. She wiped down the counters and stove and then turned her attentions elsewhere. She found a rag and decided to dust the living room, picking up magazines and straightening things. 

When she got to his desk, Kathleen decided a little organization was in order. She was just going to straighten the papers into a neat pile, when a couple fell on the floor. On the pages she saw, was some of the most beautiful verse she had ever read. A poet? This backwoods bearded man was a poet? She decided she didn't want to pry further, so she did her best to put things back.

When Alec came back into the house, he sensed something was different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was definitely a different feeling to his place. Kate was nowhere in sight, so he went upstairs to see if she was okay. She was curled up, under a knitted throw, sound asleep in the middle of his bed. She looks good there, he thought. Maybe that's why the place feels so different.

Kathleen woke to savory smells coming up from the kitchen. She ran her fingers through her dreaded curls and went down to see if she could help. Trans Siberian Orchestra's "Christmas Eve/Sarajevo" played in the background and she laughed out loud as Alec danced around the kitchen. Now it was time for him to turn red. He tossed a kitchen towel in her direction and told it was all hands on deck.

They feasted on roast chicken and baby potatoes. "Don't even tell me you chopped off the poor chicken's head and plucked out its feathers," she warned Alec.

"Now Kate, I'm offended. Do I look like the type to kill an innocent chicken?"




Kate



They laughed and kidded back and forth. Dishes were done, the tea was steeped and they settled in the living room. The time seemed right to get to know one another. Kathleen told Alec about her trip home from college, the promise of a nursing position at City Hospital, after graduation, her brother and his Goth girlfriend, and her mom's famous whipped eggnog that only came out on Christmas Eve, that her father heartily added brandy to, to cut the taste.

Alec got very quiet when she was finished speaking. "Alec? Come on, it's your turn, "she said, chiding him.

He began his tale, telling her of the atrocities of war, and losing his best friend. Alec was a medic in Iraq. He gave up the idea of going to college, although veteran benefits were available to him. "I spent some time at the VA Hospital, trying to get my head on straight. It's taken awhile, but the ghosts have finally settled in the past. I decided I would be better living alone, so I took my savings and built this place on the land my family owned. I've got some neighbors, but they're a few miles away. I think that's what makes us such good neighbors. If we need each other, we're there. Other than that, we let each other be."

"Aren't you ever lonely?"

"There's a difference between being alone and being lonely, Kate. I have my books, my horses, and taking care of this place. I hunt and fish when I need to, make a lot of my own food, and this year I'm making my garden bigger. I've got my music for noise and my radio if I really need someone. Besides, I'm not a hermit. I go into town to the library every couple of weeks."

"So you don't work?" Kate asked the question, kicking herself as the words came out of her mouth. It wasn't any of her business. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried."

Kate noticed his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her. "Now come on, I don't think we have any secrets between us, do you?"

The memory of her waking up naked in his bed raced through her mind. Oh shit, she thought, there really aren't any secrets between them.

They both blushed at his statement. "Honestly, Kate, I didn't mean anything. And I didn't look, I mean, I looked, but I didn't look, I mean...."

His embarrassment made her laugh. "If I can't trust an army medic, who can I trust?"

They sat listening to his music, by the lights of the fire and the tree. They could hear the wind howling its spooky tune. The snowdrifts at the large window continued to get deeper.

"Well, I guess I'd better grab some sheets and blankets and bed down on the couch," said Alec.

"Oh no, my friend, I'm not having you give up your bed to me another night. I'll sleep down here."

"Kate, you'll have a lot more privacy upstairs. Besides, I'm used to living alone. Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and wander around down here. I would probably wake you, and then we'd both be miserable in the morning. I insist, really."

Kate agreed and went with him to gather bedding for him. She looked through her couple of pieces of clothing, trying to choose something to wear, when he handed her a large flannel shirt. 

"Here, it'll keep you plenty warm. Tomorrow, I'll see what clothes of mine might come close to fitting you, so that you'll be comfortable. I probably have some boots that if we have enough pairs of socks, will be good enough for you to wear out to the barn."

As he turned to leave, she called his name. "Alec?"

She came to him, put her arms around him and hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered. "You really are a lifesaver."

Kathleen tiptoed down the stairs the next morning, rising early because of all the sleep she had the day before. Alec was sound asleep on the sofa, his muscular legs dangling out from under the blankets.

Kathleen was standing on a chair, reaching into the cupboard for a can of coffee, when Alec woke. The view of her long shapely legs, the flannel shirt just riding up high enough to be tantalizing, was probably the best sight he had ever woken to -- better than the deer family a couple months ago. He got up, slipped on his robe and went to join her. The sound of cracking wood was an indication of disaster; coffee and girl began to fall.

He caught her, and lowered her to the floor unharmed. "I don't know, Kate, this is the second time I've saved your life. Are you going to make this a habit?"

Kathleen laughed, "I hardly call this saving my life, but if you insist I'll play the damsel in distress. But trust me; I don't think it'll be a pretty sight."

"No, somehow I don't think you're the type." 

Embarrassment took over when he realized his arms were still around her waist. Her face was turned upward, looking at him. Her tousled curls, wide, trusting eyes, and full lips were so appealing. He wanted to pull her closer and see if she tasted as good as she looked, but common sense took over. He released his hold on her.

"Do you want to tell me what you were looking for when you crushed my chair?"

"Crushed your chair!" Kathleen hands went to her hips, trying to act indignant. "Maybe if you had fixed the decrepit piece, people who are trying to be nice and start your coffee wouldn't have to put their lives in danger."

Those damn eyes twinkled mischievously and he came close to grabbing her and silencing her with his mouth, but again good common sense took over. Alec laughed, and showed her the canister of coffee sitting on the counter, near his coffee maker. It was that kind of day -- teasing, laughing, and working together in the kitchen. 

Alec brought out an old pair of Carhartt coveralls, three pairs of wool socks, and a pair of old boots. Kathleen felt like the Michelin man, almost unable to move with all the layers he had insisted she wear. The wind had calmed and the snow had slowed to soft, lazy flakes. He took her hand and helped her out to the barn.

Alec owned two of the biggest horses Kathleen had ever seen. They whinnied at his arrival, knowing full well he had treats hidden in his pockets. He and Kathleen fed them apples and carrots, filled their buckets with grain and tossed in some hay. Their water was kept liquid by the heaters he had installed. While he mucked out the stalls, Kate walked to the rear of the barn to explore.

She tripped over something hard protruding out from under a canvas tarp, covered with bird droppings. It was large and wide. 

"Alec? Can I look under this cover?"

"Huh? Sure, go ahead. I'll be with you in a minute."

She slid back the canvas and uncovered an old leather and wood sleigh.

"You found my secret," he grinned. "I had a weak moment when I found this at an antique show. I had to have it. Never done a damn thing with it, but I knew I had to bring it here."

"It's beautiful," said Kathleen as she climbed on board.

Alec climbed up next to her. "Well, if this snow ever stops and the horses can get out, maybe we'll give it a go. That was one reason I got this pair of horses. I can ride them, but they'll also pull the sleigh."

"Really? I'd love that, "she said excitedly.

He wasn't sure why, at that moment she looked so appealing, but it was more than he could take. He put his arms around her, pulled her to him and kissed her. She didn't fight him. In fact, she kissed him back, before pulling away in protest.

"Alec, I'm sorry. You see, I've got a boyfriend, and he's really great. I just can't."

"No, I'm the one who's sorry, Kate. That was uncalled for and I won't let it happen again. Please don't worry, or be nervous around me."

"Nervous," she giggled. "I'd be nervous if you weren't around. After all, I'm a damsel in distress."

He looked at her seriously. "No, you're not. Maybe Kathleen is a damsel in distress, but not my Kate."

He climbed off the sleigh, but not before the words hit Kathleen - his Kate.

"Come on, slowpoke. We've got to get back. I don't want you out here too long."

When she joined him, he handed her a couple of hard peppermint candies. "Here, give these to the boys and they'll do anything for you."

The horses whinnied and rubbed their heads against her. That moment left her with such joy.

When they walked in the door, they could hear a voice coming over the radio. Alec's neighbor Grant was reporting that the message had gotten through to Kate's family. Their message back was to just be safe and that they loved her. The storm had covered hundreds of miles, and airports and roads were closed.

"Thanks man, I appreciate that. How's Michelle doing?"

"She says she feels like a whale. This baby can't come too soon for her. I'm trying to help, but it seems like I can't do anything right. She's just irritable all the time."

"Just do everything she asks," Alec advised. "The next few weeks will fly by if you do exactly what she says. You guys okay with food and stuff?"

"Hell, with all the deer meat I've got, yeah. We froze a lot of vegetables this summer, and I've got a lot of dried fruit here. How about you?"

"Kate and I will be fine. Get back to me if you need anything, or hear any more from Kate's family."

He turned to her. "Okay?"

"I am now."

They spent the rest of the day cooking and playing cards. He gave her full run of his books, but never once mentioned his own writing. It feels so comfortable here, Kate thought. Kate. I am Kate, she thought. In his home, in his world, I am Kate.

The next few days were much of the same. The snow had eased, but there was nothing moving. They walked down the drive to the road, and saw nothing. 

"I'm just so surprised your roads aren't clear," she said to him.

"This isn't a main road, so usually it's one of the last to be taken care of. Besides, if the storm is as crippling as Grant said, there are a lot more important areas to attend to. What made you choose this road anyway?"

"I was looking for a shorter route home. Sometimes expressways take you out of your way. I'm sorry I didn't drive my old way home." She immediately apologized. "No, I'm not sorry, Alec. As difficult as some of this has been, I've made who I think will be a friend, for life."

"Yeah, even though you've been a bit of a pain in the ass, I guess it's been okay," he joked. Deep down, he knew it was more than okay.

After dinner that night, Alec brought a guitar into the room. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "I've been working on something and was stuck. All of a sudden I feel like I can finish the project."

He sat on the arm of the sofa and began to play. The music was soft and gentle. The words were the ones Kate had read on the piece of paper. It was a song of love, about a girl with strawberry blonde hair, and ocean-colored eyes. When he finished, Kate applauded.

"That was beautiful! I didn't know you could write, play, and sing! Alec, what other talents have you kept hidden?"

He was blushing now, not used to the admiration she bestowed. "You might as well know, I finished this when...."

A man's voice interrupted the night. "Alec! Alec! Are you there? God, man, are you there?"

Alec rushed to the radio. "Yeah, Grant, I'm here. What's wrong?"

"It's too soon Alec, it's too soon. Michelle's water broke and the pains have started. Alec, the water's green. I don't know what to do. I can't get out of here."

"Okay look, calm down. You guys have already taken a couple weeks of childbirth classes. This is the first stage of labor. Calm down, get her comfortable, and remember what you were taught. Let me grab my bag and I'll be there as soon as I can."

"How? The roads...," Grant sounded desperate. 

"I've got the snowmobile. What you have to remember is that this is just starting. How far apart are her pains?" 

"Um, about fifteen minutes." 

"Okay, you've got time. I'll get there, don't worry. I'll be coming through the back -- it's shorter that way. Just stay calm. Don't let her see you upset, man. You need to get her to stay relaxed." 

"Got it. Thanks, man. I'll see ya." 

Kate had overheard the conversation and started laying out their winter clothes. She went up to his room, got some extra layers of clothing for the both of them. Alec was taking a backpack out of the hall closet when she came down the stairs. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"What does it look like? I'm coming with you." 

"No Kate. It's a long, bumpy trip through the fields. I don't want you out in this." 

"Look, you may have been a medic, but I'm going to be a nurse. I just finished my rotation on Obstetrics. I can help you, Alec. If her water broke and it's green, that means there's meconium in it. The baby's been stressed. You don't know what you're going to be walking into. And if everything goes without a hitch, fine. But I'm going. If for no other reason, she's going to want another woman around." 

He could see by the look in her eyes, there was no fighting her. They dressed and went out to the barn and got on the snowmobile. There was a full moon that night, so visibility was far better than Alec expected. He drove expertly through the fields, around the wooded areas, dodging as many rough spots as possible.

Kate had strapped Alec's bag to her and had her arms around him, holding on for dear life. She trusted him completely, but had never ridden on anything like this before. She buried her face in his back, to avoid the biting cold.

After about twenty minutes, Alec drove through the backyard of a single story home, coming to a stop near the back door. A large man stood in the open doorway, beckoning them inside.

"God, I'm glad you're here. She said her back is killing her and it hurts to lie down. I can't keep her still and relaxed. And she keeps yelling at me."

Kate took over, "Where is she? There's no reason she has to lie down if she wants to be up. I'll go talk with her." She turned to Alec. "Baby sounds posterior. Will you be able to check her? I can do it if you need me to."

"You go see if she's okay, I'll talk to Grant for a minute, and then I'll come in."

Grant looked confused as he asked Alec, "Posterior? What's posterior? Alec, what does she know about babies?"

"Look Grant, posterior just means the baby is facing the wrong way. Unless it turns, the baby will be born looking up instead of looking at the floor. Its okay, nothing's wrong. It happens all the time. That's why Michelle is having pains in her back. Now let's get some things ready and join the girls."

Kate found Michelle sitting in her bed, looking like she was in the middle of a contraction. She rolled the expectant mother on to her side and started massaging her lower back, pushing against the baby.

"Come on, Michelle, breathe for me. Relax and breathe for me."

After the contraction subsided, Kate walked around to face Michelle.

"Hi, I'm Kate, and I'm a senior nursing student. I just finished working in the birthing center at City Hospital. Between Alec and me, you're going to be in good hands. Now, do you want to get up?"

Michelle nodded and let Kate help her up. "I'm so glad you guys are here. If it had to be just Grant and me, I don't know what I would have done. He's trying so hard, but he doesn't know what to do either."

"Let me tell you what I think is going on, so that you understand a little more. The more you understand, the less you have to fear, the more relaxed you can get your body. Remember, every time you tense up, your discomfort is going to be worse.

"I think you're having back labor because the baby is posterior. It's pressing against your back. There's nothing wrong, and the baby can come out just fine. The best thing we can do is keep the baby off your back. No lying on your back, only your side. For as long as you can, we'll keep you up, leaning forward, keeping the baby away from your back as much as possible. Now, how far apart are your contractions?"

When Grant and Alec joined the girls a couple minutes later, Michelle was standing, bent over with her hands on the footboard of the bed. Kate was massaging her back, and coaching her with breathing. They got through the contraction together, while the men stood back and let them be. 

Alec and Kate worked well together, each having some experience dealing with emergencies like this. They determined that Michelle was only fifty percent dilated and Alec's stethoscope told of a strong, fast heartbeat. Right now, the baby was doing just fine. 

Michelle preferred to stand as long as she could, switching to a position on her hands and knees as labor became more intense. Grant rolled cold cans of soda on her back to help ease the discomfort, and Kate coached Michelle in breathing through the contractions. The four performed like a finely tuned machine, for several hours.

Michelle rolled onto her side, "I have to push!"

Quickly, Kate ordered, "No pushing. Not until you're checked. Alec, be quick about it. Now Michelle, watch me. Breathe like this...."

The two women panted while Alec performed another internal exam. "Ten centimeters," he said.

"Okay, kiddo, this is it. Grant and I are going to hold your legs. You grab our hands to pull for leverage. You're going to take a deep breath, exhale, another deep breath, and push. Exhale real slowly as you do, keep bearing down, take another breath as quickly as you can, and keep your face relaxed. Only push when you feel the contraction. Ready, you two?" Kate asked.

"But I don't know how to push. What do I do? How do I know if I'm doing it right?" Michelle asked, sounding scared.

"Use the same muscles you would to have a bowel movement. That's what the mothers I took care of told me. Just let us know when you're ready. Alec is going to be monitoring the baby and he'll catch it when you push it out," Kate said, sounding fully confident, but completely nervous inside.

When Michelle's contraction started, she did exactly as Kate had explained. Alec put his stethoscope to her belly and listened to the baby. On her third contraction pushing, Alec firmly said, "Stop pushing, pant now! No pushing!"

When the contraction was over, Alec very calmly but firmly explained, "When you pushed that time, there was a drop in the baby's heart rate. The moment you eased up on the pushing, it went up a little. I have a feeling the cord is being compressed by your pushing. Unfortunately, that's going to happen naturally as the baby comes down the birth canal. I have to be able to check the baby when you push, and see if I can feel the cord. I'm going to snip a bit of your perineum, so that you don't tear when the baby comes out. Trust me; you won't feel it and I'll stitch you up later."

Kate caught the look in his eyes -- he was worried. But he and Kate were also the only help this couple had. She did something she hadn't done in a while. She said a silent prayer for the mother and child.

Alec worked diligently, and Kate was right by his side, handing him what ever he asked for. He was right, Michelle didn't feel the snip, and at the next contraction he asked her to bear down lightly so he could feel if the cord was ahead of the baby's head, but it wasn't. He now assumed it was wrapped around the baby's neck.

The baby was progressing nicely down the birth canal, thanks to Michelle's effective pushes. The heart rate would drop and rise with her pushes. He could see the dark hair of the baby present, and then slide back up. Grant was able to see the baby's head crown, and report to his wife that their child was a brunette. Alec knew he had to pay very close attention to the baby, so that he could check and hopefully unwrap the cord.

Kate stood by Alec's side as Grant helped leverage Michelle for her pushing. The baby was making its way out, and once more Alec ordered Michelle to stop pushing. His fingers were nimble, and gently but firmly, he pulled the umbilical cord from around the infant's neck.

"Okay Michelle, push!"

The baby's face came forward, looking up, with its mouth open. Kate had taken the bulb syringe Michelle had on the baby's changing table, and began to suction out its nose and mouth, making sure to clear the passageways to help prevent the baby from breathing in the fluid.




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Alec spoke to Michelle, "At the next contraction, I need you to push very slowly. I want to ease the shoulders out, and after that, your baby will slide right out."

Just as he had said, he helped the baby one shoulder at a time, and with one final push, their baby girl came into the world. Kate and Alec huddled together, checking and rechecking the baby for any signs of distress. She let out a healthy cry, letting the adults know she wasn't happy. Alec laid her on Michelle's stomach, and mother swept her into her arms and offered her breast.

As the new parents bonded with their new addition, Alec and Kate waited for the placenta to deliver. Kate stood behind Alec and put her arms around him.

"You did good Alec," she whispered. "They were so lucky that you could be here to help."

He leaned his head back and rested against her. "We make a good team, Kate. You were right, I needed you here."

With the placenta delivered, Alec stitched Michelle's wound while Kate had Grant help bathe his daughter. They placed the sweet, sleeping infant in her mother's arms, and then Grant crawled into bed with his new family. Alec and Kate left the room, so the family could be alone.

The pair went into the living room, where Alec collapsed on the sofa. Kate took a Christmas quilt off the chair and went to cover him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him. 

Alec looked deep into her eyes. "You were wonderful tonight. You have to be exhausted, too."

"I'm almost too wound up to be tired, but sitting down right now feels good. Do you have any idea what time it is?" she asked sleepily.

"It's almost three thirty in the morning. It's Christmas Eve. What a nice gift for those two."

Alec looked over and realized Kate never heard him. Her head was leaned back against the sofa, and she was sound asleep. He leaned his own head back and before long, was asleep next to her.

The smell of coffee and the wonderful sound of a crying baby, forced the day upon Alec and Kate. They had moved on the sofa, and slept in each other's arms. Kate couldn't think of a nicer way to start the day.

While they drank their steaming cups of coffee, the crying ceased, and Michelle joined them in the kitchen. She looked great, for having had a baby a few hours earlier.

"I'm just here for a moment, and then I'm going back to sleep. Grant, you should, too. You were up with me all night," she said and then turned to Alec and Kate. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Alec, you're a true friend. If you don't mind, we'd like you to be Lexie's godfather. We want to name her Alexandria Eve, after you and the day."

Alec beamed, shook Grant's hand, and kissed Michelle on the cheek. "I'd be honored."

Alec and Kate left the new family, and got back to the barn at about eight o'clock. The horses called to them as they entered. They fed their hungry friends and made their way into the house.

"Alec, can I make you some breakfast?" Kate asked.

"To be honest with you, I'm still whipped. I'm going to go up and grab my bedding and try to get a few more hours of sleep. Let me take something out of the freezer for dinner, and then I'll bed down on the sofa."

Kate followed him upstairs, and when he pulled the blankets out of the cupboard she said, "Alec, it's stupid for you to sleep on the sofa. You're half dead on your feet. Please, lie down here."

"Kate, I won't put you out of your bed."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere my friend. I can barely keep my eyes open. It'll be fine. I'll change in the bathroom and be back in a minute."

When Kate returned to the bedroom, the curtains were drawn and Alec was snoring. She smiled, thinking back to the events of last night, and crawled into the bed, next to him. The last thing she remembered was him muttering good night.

When she felt his arm go around her waist, she moved back against him. This felt so good, she thought; so right. Their legs bent in a perfect spoon and her hand covered his. They continued to sleep.

Kate rolled in his arms and stretched, trying to wake herself. Alec pulled her closer, breathing her in. She curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Kate?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay with this?" Alec was almost afraid of what her answer would be.

Kate tipped her head up to look at his face. In the low light of the darkened room, she saw worry in his eyes. "I'm more than okay with this," she said before she pressed her soft lips to his.

Their kiss was unrushed and gentle. Tongues sneaked out to discover the joys of each other. It was not a sexual kiss, but a loving kiss. When they broke apart, Alec pulled her closer and held on very tightly.

"What about your boyfriend, Kate?"

Once more she looked into his eyes. "I don't have a boyfriend."

Alec showered while Kate started coffee and made some grilled cheese sandwiches. As she stood at the broiler, she looked out upon the winter wonderland and thought she had never been happier. She thought about school and her relationship with Evan. Finally, she could see past the smoke and look at him for who he was, and how he had changed her life. If she were honest with herself, he really wasn't as nice as she wanted to believe. And if she were even more honest with herself, she would have fast become someone that she wouldn't have liked that well.

Alec came into the kitchen as Kate was bent over, taking the sandwiches out of the broiler. When she had safely placed the hot pan on top of the stove, he came up behind her and encircled her waist with his arms. He kissed her just behind her right ear and breathed, "I could get real used to seeing you here."

Kate turned in his arms, "Would that be such a bad thing?"

"No, not at all, but you're still in school and I live in the middle of nowhere. You're very young, Kate, and I'm older than my age indicates. That's no life for you."

"Well, I think it's a little soon for us to be discussing any lifestyle changes," she said, snaking her arms up around his neck and running her hands through his still damp hair. "Right now, this is where I want to be."

She leaned in and kissed him once more. Kate felt her nipples grow hard against his chest. She felt Alec grow hard against her belly. She wanted him, but not right now and not here in the kitchen. She broke away and turned back to cut the sandwiches.

"I thought we ought to have a little something. We haven't eaten since last night."

"That's a good idea. I'll prepare the roast after we eat and then see if I can raise Grant on the CB. I just want to be sure they're all okay." He leaned over to kiss her cheek and whispered, "You make me crazy, in a good way."

They had slept a good portion of the day, and apparently so had the new family. Grant reported that Lexie had taken to Michelle's breast just fine, and Michelle acted as if she had been through this a dozen times before. She was a little sore, but insisted on getting up and tried to do some things in the kitchen to help with Christmas Eve dinner. 

Alec and Kate busied themselves with their normal duties. As they walked to the barn, the silence of the night was cut by a noise off in the distance. 

"Sounds like the equipment. My guess is that they're finally working on the road. I wouldn't be surprised if it was clear by morning."

"Oh my God," Kate said. "Tomorrow's Christmas! I had almost forgotten."

"We'll see if we can get you home for dinner, okay?"

Kate walked to him and put her arms around his waist. "Only if you take me home. I want you to meet my family."

Alec smiled and kissed her forehead. "Lady, you're making it very hard for me to let you go."

"Good."

After dinner, they sat on the sofa, listening to Mannheim Steamroller's instrumental Christmas music. They didn't talk. They didn't have to. Alec put his arm around Kate's shoulder and hummed along. Kate didn't think there could be a more perfect moment, but she was willing to take a chance on one.

"Alec? Will you come up to bed tonight?"

He lowered his head to cover her mouth with his. "Are you sure, Kate?"

"This is the way it's supposed to be, Alec. Now please, come up with me."

Kate stood and held out her hand. Alec took it and followed her up the stairs. They kept the light on, outside the bedroom, but kept the bedroom itself, dark. Together, they walked into each other's arms. It wasn't urgent or desperate; it was two people coming together as they were meant to; with love.

Alec took the waistband of Kate's soft sweater and pulled it up over her head. Her skin glowed through her lace bra and he could see the outline of her nipples. Kate reached out and began to unbutton his flannel shirt, one agonizing button at a time. When she eased the shirt off his shoulders, she kissed Alec's Adam's apple, and then dropped her hands to his belt. As her hands pulled the worn leather away from the cold metal buckle, Kate kissed her way up his neck to his lips.

Alec encircled Kate's waist and he held her as if she might break. Their kisses were soft, gentle, and light as angel's wings. When Kate had Alec's pants undone, and they dropped to the floor, she moved against him, to get as close as possible. She pulled at him, showing him her strength, her want, her need.

He broke the kiss and backed up a bit. Tenderly, he unzipped her jeans and moved them down her hips, helping her to step out of them. He stood, gazing at her quiet beauty, this womanly girl, with her ocean eyes, and her golden curls.

Alec moved to the bed and pulled back the blankets. As Kate watched him, she noticed a long scar on his back.

"Alec?" she said, gently tracing the scar with her finger.

"It's okay. It happened at the end of my tour in Iraq. I'm afraid it's not the only scar you're going to find on this battered body."

"Then I will kiss every one of them. I will kiss each part of your body until you beg me to stop."

Alec swept Kate up into his arms and carefully laid her on the bed. She held her arms out to him, silently asking him to come to her. Alec lay to her side and drew her to him, kissing her deeply. He moved to kiss her eyes, her nose, and her lips again, and then trailed kisses along her jaw from one ear to another. When he started down her throat he heard her exhale very slowly.

He kissed along the swell of one breast, down her cleavage, then over to the other breast. Kate arched up, pushing her chest towards him, wanting to give to him. He reached underneath her and easily unclasped her bra, then pulled it from her luscious body. Her rose-pink nipples went hard, in front of his eyes. He bent to lick one and then sucked it into his mouth. As he suckled, his hand went to her other breast, massaging the flesh, tracing around the nipple, and gently flicking it. 

"Ohhhh God, Alec," she said breathlessly.

He played with her, sucking on one breast, then the other. He could have spent hours worshiping her, but continued on with his journey. When he moved up to kiss her lips again, his rough hand slid down the flat of her belly and over her silk panties. He went to push his hand between her legs, and found that she opened them willingly. He could smell her musk. He could feel the dampness that had formed between her legs. Alec had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Kate.

He moved his mouth down her belly to follow his hand. He pressed his tongue into her belly button, causing her to gasp. Down, down he kissed her, over her panties and between her legs, inhaling the sweetest scent of all. He buried his face between her legs, pushing against her panties. He reached for the lace waistband and pulled at them. Kate raised her hips so he could take them off and toss them aside. He opened her legs and saw the moisture glistening on her lips. Her excitement was evident. He leaned in and ran his tongue over the outside of her lips, moving to the crease were her thighs met her valley.

Kate's hands clawed at the sheet and she raised her hips expectantly. Alec put his hands on her hips and lowered them back to the bed. He snaked his tongue between her pussy lips and found her clit. She inhaled sharply and moved under him, as if trying to escape. He held her and ran his tongue in circles around her hard nub. He pushed one finger deep inside her, at the same time as he attached his lips to her clit.

"Oh...oh...oh...," she panted, before a high pitched squeal escaped her lips. She half sat up in the bed, "Oh...oh...oh!" She rode the waves of her orgasm before collapsing back on the bed.

Alec smiled at the woman trying to slow her breathing. He wanted to keep her on this high. He pulled off his briefs and threw them aside. Kneeling between her legs, he ran his hard cock up and down her slit. Her heat called to him, and he answered. Very slowly, he pushed his way in to claim his prize. Her pussy felt like a warm glove, welcoming him home.

He moved in further and then pulled almost all the way out. Kate needed him to stay with her and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him back inside her. Her hands went to his ass, holding on tightly. Her hips thrust upward as he drove in, meeting him with a building passion. 

They moved together, stirring the fire they had ignited until the flames were roaring. Alec gripped Kate's shoulders, lowered his head and devoured her mouth with his. He felt his cum beginning to boil in his balls, and pushed into her deeper and harder. She matched his pace, and demanded more. They were insatiable in their need for one another.

Their explosions were seconds apart. His seed burst forth to fill her and Kate's pussy muscles begin to squeeze his cock, milking him of every last drop. Kate moaned into his mouth as their kiss continued. Her legs stiffened and held him tighter as she jumped off the cliff of her orgasm.

Their bodies continued to move, but slower, gentler, still rubbing against each other. Their kisses became less demanding, and more loving. Kate's hands left his backside and came up around this face. She cupped him and covered his faces with tiny kisses, before holding him close again and burying her face in his neck.

Alec carefully came off her and dropped to her side once more, scooping her up and holding her close. There were no words spoken, only more kisses exchanged, until they fell into a blissful sleep.

He woke the next morning, her head resting on his shoulder, her breasts against his bare chest and her long, silken legs intertwined with his. This is the way it's supposed to be, he thought. From the first night, he knew; she was his destiny. He exhaled a soft sigh and held her a little tighter.

"You're awake," she said.

"Hmmm, yeah," Alec responded by putting his hand under her chin and tilting her head up to his. 

Their mouths met in a sweet, tender kiss that quickly turned hot. Their passion reignited the fire from the night before, and the lovers lost themselves in each other. They proved themselves to be equal partners, each giving, each taking, and each being rewarded. Their spent bodies slept once more, until the sound of a truck in the driveway below woke them. Alec stumbled out of bed and peered out the window. 

"It's the town snowplow cleaning out the driveway. Looks like the roads will be passable. We'll be able to get you out of here and home for dinner."

Kate sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her face lit up at the news of seeing her family. 

"Really? We can get home for dinner? Oh Alec," she said as she jumped out of bed and came to his side. "I want you to come to Christmas dinner. I want my family to meet you."

She put her hands around his waist and brought her body up against his. Alec held her close, running his hands down her back and holding her tighter.

"Let me grab a quick shower, then you can get ready. We'll go down the road and look for your car. If we can get to it, we'll get your things, load up the truck and get you home. Meet me outside when you're ready."

Alec turned from her and headed to the bathroom. He stopped and looked back one more time. "Kate? Merry Christmas."

Kate ran downstairs to start coffee. When she came back to the bedroom, she threw her clothes into her backpack and changed the sheets on Alec's bed. When Alec finally finished his shower, he called to her as he went down the stairs, "Bathroom's all yours. And don't take all day, okay?"

Kate put on the Carhartt's, wool socks and his too large boots, for probably the last time. She opened the back door to join Alec, but what she saw shocked the hell out of her. Alec's jet black horses were hitched to the old sleigh that she had discovered in the barn. Alec stood grinning at her, trying to gauge her surprise. But it wasn't the sleigh, as much as the man that surprised her. Her rugged woodsman stood before her, completely clean shaven. Gone was his scratchy beard and moustache. 

Kate couldn't help but giggle as she approached him. She removed her glove and put her hand against his cold cheek. "Is it really you?"

He bent and kissed her lips. "It's me, Kate. Now come on, I told you we would take a sleigh ride. Let's see if we can find your car." 

Down the driveway and onto the road, Alec drove the sleigh like it was something he did everyday. Everything had a frosty, white covering, and the lane looked like a Christmas card. The branches on the trees looked like strings of rock candy. The snow on the road muffled the clip-clop of the horse's hooves. Kate strained, searching for her car.

"It was about here that I picked you up. Do you know how long you had been walking?" Alec asked.

"Less than an hour, but towards the end, I wasn't sure I was even moving. I remember there were trees on both sides of the road and a curve. I didn't see any field at the time," Kate said.

Alec nodded and thought for a minute. "I think I know just about where to look."

Kate loved being huddled under the blankets in the sleigh, with Alec. She couldn't imagine her life without him in it. She moved closer and hooked her hand around his arm. No, she thought, I'm not giving this up. This is the way it's supposed to be.

"Kate, look! Is that a car?"

The pair could just barely make out the tail end of Kate's Toyota. Alec brought the sleigh to a stop and loosely tied the horses to a small tree near the road. He and Kate made their way through the snow, to her car, opened the trunk, put everything that was lying loose, into her suitcase. When they got back to the sleigh, Alec tied her suitcase on the back, then took his red scarf from around his neck, and went back to tie it to the sapling near her driver's door. It would make it much easier to find when the tow truck could make it out here.

After the horses were back in their stalls, Kate treated them to peppermints and told them she loved them. She also whispered that she would see them soon. Alec had his truck all warmed up by the time she had changed out of his outer clothes and was ready to leave for home.

The small town was empty, with everyone at their homes enjoying Christmas day. They found a payphone in the next town over, and Kate was delighted to discover she could call her family.

"Mom? Hi! I'm on my way home.... Yeah.... The roads are good, and we should be there by dinner time. And mom? Make sure you set an extra plate. I'm bringing home somebody special.... Yeah, very special. You'll see what I mean. I think he's going to be with us for a whole lot of Christmases," Kate said, barely masking her excitement.

When she got off the phone, she walked back to Alec, who was standing next to the door on the passenger side of the truck. She couldn't resist and broke into a run, throwing herself into his arms. He lifted her off the ground and crushed her to him.

When he lowered her to the ground, he kissed her with a kiss that could no longer deny the feelings he felt for her.




Kate



"Oh Kate," he whispered.

"I know," she said. "I love you, too."



Kate



The phone call came just after I turned off the light and shut my eyes. Or, so it seemed. But when I looked at the bedside clock it was almost 2:00AM. My wife turned on her light and picked up the phone. Her voice changed from anxiety to annoyance and then back to what would be considered normal for two in the morning. I understood from her side of the conversation that Kate, her daughter, needed a ride home. The designated driver had become a designated drinker and Kate knew the rules - no driving with anyone who had been drinking. Before my wife asked, I was rolling out of the bed and getting dressed. 

"Thanks honey - I'll make it up to you."

"'k, sexual favors are warranted." I replied groggily. "Where's the vixen at?" 

"She's with Angela at the White Rabbit - you'd better hurry because it's closing time and they're getting kicked out."

'Ok," I said, pulling on my jeans. "I'm off - go back to sleep."

The White Rabbit was a little bar that the kids liked to go to - a pretty good venue for funky indie bands - about a 15 minute drive. It was a pretty balmy spring night so I wasn't worried about Angela and Kate freezing while waiting outside the nightclub but I was worried about the seedy neighborhood. I sped up. Driving through the quiet streets on a warm spring night and thinking of Kate and Angela at the night club gave me a twinge of nostalgia and made me think of nights in my past when I'd be out at night clubs like the White Rabbit.

Kate and Angela were best buds and had been since public school. I don't know why though, because they are different as night and day. Angela, a very pretty 19 year old tall, thin, blonde, is anything but an angel. When I say tall, she's like 5' 11" - she could be a run-way model. She was always pushing the line and causing us to worry that she'd end up getting Kate into trouble. But Kate was always pretty level headed. I guess they made a good pair - Kate was Angela's better judgement and Angela challenged Kate and took her out of her comfort zone.

Kate is my step-daughter - I had moved in with her mother Sarah when Kate was 8 or so. I had watched her grow up through her tom-boy stage and into a stunning 19 year-old. We were always close and enjoyed each other's company. It did not take me long to think of her as my daughter. Her real dad made half-hearted attempts at staying in contact during the early years but that trailed off as the years passed. At 5' 8", Kate is a bit shorter than Angela but she had always been into competitive swimming and track and field and now she had a beautiful well-toned athletic body. 

I pulled up to the front of the night club and saw a group of boys chatting with Kate and Angela. I did a double take when I saw what Angela was wearing - a super tight and super short little black, strapless dress and lace up "fuck-me" shoes. Yigh. No wonder the boys were hanging around. Kate was wearing a really pretty flower print cotton dress that suited the spring night - very elegant and sexy in an innocent way. Her shoulder length brown hair fell free - normally she had it in a pony tail. She looked gorgeous. 

I rolled down the window and called them over. Angela got in the front and I could see Kate roll her eyes as she got in the back. 

"Hi, Tom," Angela slurred as she leaned in close, "you didn't have to come. We could have gotten a lift with Jim and his friends."

"I don't think so." I heard Kate mutter from the darkness of the back seat. She sounded a bit miffed.

"Hey Tom," Angela said playfully, "why don't you drop Kate off first and then drive me home. Maybe I could invite you in for a nightcap."

I looked at Angela with my eyes raised. I heard a humph from the backseat as my "I don't think so." echoed Kate's words.

Angela smiled at me seductively as she curled her long legs under her. "I had to try..."

"Tom, can you help me with this seat belt, I can't get it to work." Angela looked at me innocently, making half-hearted attempts with the buckle.

I sighed and leaned over Angela's lithe form. I stole a glance down her cleavage and breathed in her perfume as I pulled the strap over her and snapped the seatbelt home. I had an impulse to lean down and pull her into me but restrained myself. Before I could shift back to the driver's seat, I felt Angela's hand on my leg. I know I should have moved her hand away but I let it stay. She looked into my eyes coyly and then moved her hand up and cupped my cock. 

"Hmmm, nice." she purred. 

I thought so too but I looked at her sternly and placed her hand back into her lap. 

I heard, "Can we get going, please!" from the back seat.

I tried to keep my eyes on the road and away from Angela's long legs that she had pulled up as she sidled into the corner of the seat. She had taken off her shoes and her dress had hiked up so that I could see the outline of her red panties. I started to think that maybe I should drop Kate off first. 

"So, Tom, do you like my dress?"

"Um, yes very pretty." I answered noncommittally.

"Do you think it's sexy?"

"Yes, very sexy." I answered, my throat a bit dry. I heard Kate huff from behind me.

"You sure you don't want that night cap?" Angela asked again.

"Jesus, Angela - will you just shut up." Kate's icy voice came from the back seat.

The rest of the drive to Angela's house went by in silence. Angela winked at me as she got out. Kate got out and helped steady her friend. Angela gave Kate a big hug and I could see Kate shake her head as she hugged her friend back. Holding Angela's shoulders, Kate turned her towards the house and gently pushed her towards the front door. "Go and sleep it off, kid."

"G'nite, Kate. Goodnight, Tom," Angela called out as she made her way to the door. "pleasant dreams." 

Kate got in beside me. I waited until Angela was safely inside her house before I pulled away.

"God she pisses me off sometimes." I heard Kate say.

I chuckled in an embarrassed way. We drove in silence for a while.

"So, do you think she's sexy?"

"Uh, yes - she's very pretty."

"She wants to jump you. She thinks you're hot."

I have to admit my ego puffed up a bit with that.

"Hmmm, well it's not going to happen." I said.

"That's good. All my friends think you're hot."

"I'm twice their age."

"Doesn't matter."

I could hear in Kate's voice that she had been drinking a bit too.

After a few minutes she asked, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Kate, I don't think a dad should be having this conversation with his daughter."

"You're not my dad - you're my step-dad."

I looked over. "Kate - I am your dad. And I love you."

"Ya, I love you too dad." A pause, then "But do you think I'm sexy?"

"Kate - you are very pretty." I replied a bit exasperated.

Kate responded dejectedly, "That's not the same thing. You don't think I'm sexy."

"Ok, ok, yes, I think you are very sexy." I said trying to cheer her up.

Silence, then very quietly... "Have you ever fantasized about me?"

"Jesus, Kate - I'm your dad!"

"Please, tell me? I want to know." she pestered.

"Alright, yes. I have fantasized about you." I blurted before I could think better of it. Oh shit, that wasn't very appropriate, now how am I going to get out of this, I thought to myself.

Kate brightened up immediately. She looked at me slyly and said with a laugh, "You perv! I'm going to tell Mom."

"Oh no you're not!" I said in mock sternness, still very uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Ha! Yes I am... unless...," she paused and looked at me pointedly, "you tell me your fantasy."

"Christ, Kate, I'm not going to tell you that."

"Oh come on, Dad, please. I want to know. It's ok, I won't be mad, I just want to know... please..."

"Ok, ok, just a sec." I said resignedly. 

The truth was, I had fantasized about Kate fairly regularly. It always left me feeling a bit guilty but I rationalized that it was innocent and that any guy who lived with a beautiful young woman would have to be dead not to at least think about the possibility. I wracked my brain for the most innocent fantasy, nothing too incriminating. 

"Ok, sometimes when I have a shower in the morning, I fantasize that you join me." 

"Ahhh," said Kate inquisitively, "and then what do we do?"

"Well, you stand with your back to me and I help you wash your hair." I started off pretty innocently.

"Ok, and...?"

"And then I wash your back."

"Uh huh?"

"And my thing..."

"You mean your cock?"

Strange feeling to hear your daughter say that. I could feel myself getting turned on. "Ok, my cock. You push your soapy wet ass onto my hard cock. You gently push back on me and it slides up and down between your ass cheeks."

"Hmmm," Kate murmurs.

"I slide it under you so that it is between your legs and we move back and forth under the warm water with my arms wrapped around you."

"Hmmm, I bet that feels nice."

"Uh huh, and my hands reach around and cup your breasts."

"Hmmmm..."

I was losing myself in this image. I continued a bit hoarsely, "And then my hands slip down your front and slides over your tummy to your..."

I stopped. Whew! What was I doing? I could hear Kate moan quietly.

"Don't stop" she breathed. "Then what? What next? What do I do?"

I shook my head. "No, Kate! That's enough. I can't believe I just told you that."

"It's ok, it's nice." she closed her eyes. "I like it." she said dreamily.

There was silence for a while and then Kate said, "It's Saturday morning, Mom has left to go shopping or something and I want to see if you want to go biking with me. I enter your bedroom and hear the shower going in the on-suite bathroom. The door to the bathroom is open and so I walk over and look in. I see you through the glass of the shower stall with your back to me. I admire your body and think how attractive you are and how much I love you. I'm enjoying watching the water cascade down your back and off your ass and I'm thinking that I'd love to join you. I can feel my nipples start to harden. I lean against the door frame and without thinking I put my hand under my tee shirt and squeeze my nipple. My other hand slides inside the waist-band of my pajamas and I move my fingers over my pussy."

Kate pauses and shifts in her seat. I find that I'm gripping the steering wheel really tightly. Quietly I murmur, "then what?"

Kate laughs and says, "see, you are a perv!"

"Ok, I'm leaning against the door and playing with myself and feeling really naughty. I close my eyes for a second and when I open them, you're staring at me through the glass. Your eyes are wide and you've got a stunned look on your face. I have a moment of panic and then I figure, what the fuck. I walk into the bathroom and pull my tee shirt over my head. I push the pajama bottoms off and kick them into the corner. You're covering your cock with your hands while I slide the door of the shower open and join you under the warm water."

I look over at Kate and our eyes meet. She's got a mischievous look on her face. I'm in a turmoil. I've never considered that Kate would think of me like I do of her. I realize that our relationship has completely changed.

"Kate, I think you should stop." I say. "It's a really nice image and I love you and I think you're incredibly sexy but we can't continue like this. I'm your Dad... "

"Step-dad."

"And I'm married to you mom and I would never do anything to jeopardize that."

"I won't tell."

"Kate, stop. I should never have let this conversation get to this point. I'm sorry."

"Fuck. Do you know how horny I am?", she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her, "Well, I guess that's something you'll have to deal with yourself."

"You'll probably be waking up mom when we get home."

"Ha, maybe. Or maybe a cold shower."

"Do you want me to join you?"

We laughed again. A few minutes later we pulled into the lane-way of our house. I turned off the car. I looked at Kate. She smiled and mimicked Angela, "Can you help me with this seat belt?". 

As I leaned over to unclip the belt, I felt her breath on my neck. Then I felt a very soft kiss as her lips grazed my skin. "Dad?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I won't tell Mom... But, uh, would you kiss me goodnight?"

"Kate, enough." and shook my head again.

I got out of the car and quietly closed the door. I walked to the passenger side and opened the door for Kate. I held her hand and walked her to the front door thinking again how beautiful she was. Just as we reached the door, I turned her towards me. I pulled her close. I leaned down and our lips met. Very chaste. Almost like a dad would kiss his daughter. 

Almost. 

I broke off the kiss but Kate's arms held me tight. I looked into her eyes again. They were wide with, what? passion, love, fear? Her tongue licked her lips and she looked up at me. I should stop I thought. But I didn't. I leaned down and kissed my daughter again. My lips parted and I felt Kate's tongue slip between them. 

I pushed Kate back against the wall of the house. Her leg wrapped around the back of mine and I felt her body move against me. She could feel my hardness against her. I heard her moan as I kissed her more passionately. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt the hardness of her nipple through the fabric of the dress. I realized that I was shivering. God, I felt like a teenager. Kate released her hold on me and started to unbutton her dress. Oh god, no, I thought. Stop her! But I watched as the buttons slowly popped free. I could see the dress start to slide away and expose her beautiful young breasts. The dress parted and slipped from her shoulders. She looked so young and so innocent standing before me, her breasts held by a low cut bra. From the pale light of the streetlamp, I could see goosebumps on her skin.

I held her wrists and gently pulled her hands from the buttons.

"No, Kate," I breathed, "we've got to stop..."

"No, I don't want to stop," she whispered and tried to free her hands. 

I held them tighter and pulled her arms up over her head. Her leg wrapped around me again and pulled me in to her. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and kissed her again, our mouths open and our tongues entwining. I let go of her wrists and her arms circled my neck. My hands slid down her back to her waist. I pulled her in to me and ground my hard cock against her. I could hear Kate gasp as we kissed. With my right hand I reached into the unbuttoned dress and gently let my hand rest on her breast. 

I pushed the lace cup of the bra down and held daughter's breast in my hand. I gently squeezed her nipple between my thumb and finger. Kate moaned and pushed into me harder. I broke off our kiss and leaned down to kiss her neck. 

I felt her hands fumbling at the zipper of my fly. Then I felt the warm flesh of her hand reach in and hold onto my cock. Oh yes, I thought. And then, oh no! 

No! I came to my senses with a sudden flash of panic. I reached down and pulled her hands away.

"No Kate, stop! We have to stop!"

"Oh fuck...", Kate whispered a curse of frustration, "No, please don't stop. I've wanted this to happen for so long." 

"No Kate, we can't do this. I'm so sorry I let this get so far. God, Kate, I'm so sorry." 

I held Kate tightly in silence for a few moments and then let her go.

"You sure know how to ruin a moment." Kate said dejectedly. She started to reach for the door handle again, but I stopped her. I could see a hopeful look in her eyes. 

"No, Kate - you have to button your dress. Your Mom might be up."

She laughed and said, "And you don't want her to see what a perv her husband is."

I smiled guiltily and said, "Yes, I don't want her to see what a perv I am."

She smiled and then started fumbling with her buttons as I forced my hard cock back into my jeans and tried to close the zipper. As she turned to open the door, 

my hand drifted down the side of her body to rest on her ass. I felt her push back and wiggle just before she entered the house. 

------ 

The little vixen I thought, as I undressed and got back into bed.

My thoughts were spinning and sleep was the last thing on my mind. I was going to have to come to terms with what had just happened. I sidled up to Sarah and felt her spoon lovingly into me. My cock swelled against the satin of her nighty and I pushed it between the cheeks of her ass. I reached over and held Sarah closely. 

She'd kill me if she knew what just happened. I loved her so much, I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. 

I felt Sarah's ass push back against my cock and she pulled my hand over her breast. 

"Hmmm," she said sleepily. "You're pretty hard. Did those nubile young things get you all turned on?"

You could say that, I thought. "Well, Angela was hitting on me pretty blatantly."

"Ah, she's pretty sexy, don't you think?"

Not this again, I thought.

"And what about Kate," she continued, "she's becoming a very sexy young woman."

Involuntarily, my body moved against my wife.

"Ah, you do think she's sexy."

"Uh, well she looks just like you." I said as my hand squeezed her breast.

"Hmmm," Sarah moaned. "You ever think about Kate?"

Oh boy, I thought. "Uh, what do you mean?" I asked guardedly.

"Well, she's a beautiful young woman, how could you not think about her? It's ok, I don't mind."

"Ya, well, I guess, every now and then." I said nervously.

I heard Sarah giggle. "You sound pretty guilty." she said as she pushed her ass back against my cock.

"Oh, daddy," Sarah said in a mock little girl's voice, "I love the feel of your big cock on my ass."

"Sarah..." I said reproachfully - I couldn't believe what my wife was saying.

"But I'm not Sarah," she continued, "I'm Kate. And I want to feel my Daddy's cock in my pussy."

Jesus! My heart was thumping. Sarah, rolled over and grabbed my cock. "Oh, daddy," she cooed, "please fuck your little girl."

"Sarah..." I said again. 

She squeezed my cock and said in her girl's voice, "My name is Kate."

She leaned down and swirled her tongue over the head of my cock. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked.

"Sar... uh, Kate!," I moaned. "Oh, fuck Kate, don't stop!" I whispered.

Sarah lifted her head and looked at me mischievously, "Oh, does daddy like having his big cock sucked by his daughter?"

She grabbed my shaft with her hand and started to pump as she bobbed her head on my cock.

"Oh fuck, Kate, slow down, I'm going to come" I warned.

Sarah stopped and said, "Oh, I'd like to taste Daddy's cum, but I really want to feel his big cock in my pussy."

"Kate", I said as I leaned over and kissed Sarah. 

She pulled her nighty up to bare her pussy. "Oh Daddy. I'm so wet." 

Her legs wrapped over mine and her hand guided my cock to her pussy. "Fuck me Daddy," she whispered as she straddled me.

"Oh Kate," I responded and Sarah groaned as she slowly slipped down onto the full length of my shaft. God, she was so wet. Sarah grabbed her satin nighty and pulled it up over her head. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands. I pulled her down and sucked on her hard nipple as she moved her pussy up and down on my cock.

"Oh Daddy, your big cock feels so good in my pussy." she said breathlessly, "I want to feel you come in me".

I held onto Sarah and rolled her over on to her back. I was consumed by lust as I pistoned into my wife. 

"Dad, oh, Dad," she grunted in unison to the pounding "Dad, don't stop, oh, I'm coming", Sarah moaned as she wrapped her arms tightly around me. As I came, I pushed deep into my wife and muttered, "oh Kate!" into Sarah's hair.

We held onto each other for a while until our breathing slowed. Then Sarah lifted her head and looked at me quizzically. She laughed and said, "That was a bit kinky. I haven't come like that for a long time." 

I looked at her questioningly. "So, do you think I'm a perv?" I asked.




Kate



"Well, if you are, I guess I am too."

After a while, Sarah looked at me thoughtfully, and said, "Kate is still a virgin you know. I often think of Kate having sex for the first time. Young boys can be such idiots. I hope she finds someone like you to be her first." She paused and then looked at me more pointedly and said, "I wouldn't mind, you know."

Shocked, I looked at Sarah questioningly.

She laughed and rested her head on my chest and I held her tightly. "It's late" she said, "let's go to sleep."

Before too long I felt her breathing slow and deepen.

I looked up at the ceiling and gently shook my head. And smiled. And before long, I felt myself relax and drift into sleep.



Kate



Frank was pissed off. Nobody had a right to treat her daughter like that. Frank had always lived honest live and worked hard to give easier life for her daughter Natalie. He wanted her to be educated. Natalie had always understood her father's wish, worked hard and finished her studies with good grades. Her work has been appreciated and very soon she had got a job as a nurse. She liked her job a lot even though it was in an abortion clinic. She or her father had no problem with that. But unfortunately there were several others, who had.

There were a group of hypocrites, who were demonstrating on the yard of the clinic telling to others what is right or wrong. They told they are Christian and accused the patients to be murderers. Yesterday the demonstration had gone too far. One of the Christian ladies had thrown a rock to a window. Frank's daughter was unfortunately sitting by this window and got breaking glass on her. Natalie had got wound on her face and arms, but luckily nothing very serious. She had called her father crying and Frank had picked her up from the clinic. Frank knew he should have called police at once. However, at that moment he was more concerned about her daughter's health than who was guilty for the action.

Earlier today the doctor to whom Natalie mainly works for had called and told Natalie that he knew who had thrown the rock. Natalie had given the name to her father and Frank found out soon where this woman was living. Instead of dealing with the police he decided to go to her house and have a civilized conversation. That was a mistake.

The name of the woman was Madalyn Powers and she was living in own house in very prospective living area. Frank parked his car to the driveway of Powers's house and went to the front door. He ringed the door bell. A woman came to the door and opened it to ajar still keeping the safety chain connected.

"What do you want?" She said with a rude sound in her voice.

"Mrs. Powers. My name is Frank Arden and I'd like to speak with you about the incident in the clinic yesterday."

"Yes, that place of sin. It should be burned down."

"I heard you threw the rock to the clinic window yesterday. Is that true?"

"Are you a detective or what?" she asked.

"No. I'm the father of the nurse who got hurt. We have decided not to press any charges against you, if you will apologize her, compensate her medical care and a reasonable amount due to her suffers. And we expect you to leave her employer in peace in the future."

Mrs Powers got furious. "Listen you scum! I should have known there works nigger bitches. No respectable person would work there. I can see now who has raised her. I have no regrets. You won't see a day I apologize some low race slut. I think you don't have very strong evidence against me. So, I suggest you move your black skin off my yard before I call the police." Then she slammed the door closed.

First Frank was so astonished that he could only stand there. Then a rage grew in his mind. This white lady had not only refused to apologize but also called her daughter bitch and slut. And she seemed to consider white race to be superior, a racist. He could now go to police. After all there was at least one eye witness. On the other hand, what would be the result? That woman would get some fine and maybe Natalie would get some compensation, but no apologies would ever come from the mouth of that racist bitch. Frank knew this would require a bigger revenge to calm his mind. Revenge was against his principles, but enough is enough.

'I have to calm down and make a plan. Otherwise it will be me, who goes to prison,' he thought.

After returning home Frank started to dig more information about Mrs. Powers. He was surprised about the number of details he could find just by surfing in the internet. He found out the she was a widowed at the age of 38, only three years ago. Her past husband was a lawyer and came from very rich family. That explained the big house in that wealthy area. Madalyn had stopped working already long time ago when they now 19 years old daughter was born. Madalyn was very active in the society called "Christian ladies". It was more like a club of white rich women and highlighted their faith in bible. Abortion was something they strongly fought against. Madalyn had raised her daughter Kate to follow her principles and probably Kate has also been among the other demonstrators. 'I bet she is a racist too,' Frank thought.

Degrade. That must be a part of his revenge. He decided to ask help from his old friend James. Actually James was not so good friend of Frank anymore, but they had spent their youth together. In their past Frank had tried to keep himself out of troubles; James was always drifting towards them. Nowadays James had a small bar in a neighborhood you hardly ever see a white person. James business probably couldn't face the daylight, but so far he had been able to live himself without bigger problems with authorities.

Frank called to James and asked if he can drop by. James had never felt sorry about that Frank seldom contacted him. He understood Frank's situation and was real proud that this guy, almost like her baby brother, had managed to leave this harsh neighborhood and raised his family in good manners. James was a little surprised of Frank's called, but had nothing against to meet his old friend. What surprised James was the plan Frank had just explained to him. He had found it difficult to believe it has come out from Frank's mouth. 'He had come back to his roots. Frank must be real bitter,' James has thought. Frank's plan was ok for him, even though it contained certain risks. James wanted to protect Frank to make any stupid mistakes and demanded one big change to his plan. He didn't want Frank to participate any way, it would be better for him, James had convinced. After strong objections Frank had finally agreed.

The plan didn't require much preparation, so James started to fulfill it already the day after. Two of his buddies tailed Madalyn Powers where ever she went. They just waited for perfect timing. The men saw Madalyn come out of her house and take her car. They followed her from a distance. Madalyn drove to a library and parked the car in front of it, but didn't come out. James's friends parked behind her. After a few minutes waiting, Madalyn's daughter ran out of the library towards her mother's car. She sat on the front seat. Madalyn managed to say "Hi, honey. How was your stu..." when she heard also the back door behind Kate opening. A big black man had entered their car. He immediately put a knife on Kate's throat and said "Now Mrs, drive ahead and don't do anything stupid if you don't want to see your daughter's blood on her lap. I'll tell you the way." Madalyn and Kate were horrified. What the man wanted from them, money?

"I have some money in my purse. Take it and leave us alone," Madalyn tried

"I'm not keen on your money. Shut up and drive," man replied. His fellow followed with the other car. Madalyn was getting really worried when they after a long drive approached the black neighborhood. This part of the town was completely strange for her, but she knew it from its reputation. She would have never come here. She despised black people.

"Turn to that alley," man said. Madalyn obeyed and saw from the mirror another car following them to the same alley. Their way out was blocked. The driver walked to Madalyn's door and pulled out a gun. He opened the door and said "Now ladies. We will move inside." He guided Madalyn into a building which seemed to have seen its best days a long time ago. The man who had sat on the back seat escorted Kate. They entered a small room, a sort of an office room. It had a small desk and behind it another black man sitting in his chair. The ladies were pushed to two chairs in front of the desk. The men tied their arms to the backs of the chairs and remained standing.

"What do you want from us? I can arrange you some money. Just let us go," Madalyn burst out.

The man behind the desk started his speech "You white folks always think that everything is on sale. I have other plans for you. I'm the owner of this bar and I must admit I'm not offering anything very fancy to my customers. I thought that you two would cheer up the spirit here."

"What do you want us to do?" Madalyn asked now more scared.

"I was thinking that other one of you could be a waitress. You are both beautiful and my customers would like that."

"And the other one?"

"You know, they have also other needs than drinking beer. More sexual, I would say." The ladies went pale.

"You want us to make love with your customers. We are not whores. You cannot force us!" Madalyn cried out.

"Actually we can. Don't expect to get any help from here. And as soon you get used to black cock, you don't ever want to leave."

A moment's silence. Then Kate burst into cry. Madalyn looked her dear daughter and feared for the worst.

"Now we have to decide which one of you is doing what," James continued and rose up. He took a pair of scissors from the desk and walked behind Kate. He touched her cheek with the scissor blade and swiped tears away. All of a sudden he cut some hair, which dropped on her nose and then on her lap. Kate almost jumped and got really scared.

"Leave my daughter alone, you bastard," Madalyn screamed.

"But we need to see what she has to offer," James replied and then put the other blade under halter of Kate's T-shirt. Slowly he cut it all the way down. With the tip of the blades he pushed the T-shirt off her shoulders revealing her bra covered breasts. Kate sobbed. "Nice pair of tits you have," James commented. Then he started to tease her nipple through the bra with the blade tip. The nipple got erected. James took it between blades and pressed lightly like he would cut it away.

"Ouch!" Kate screamed. James kept the grip for a while and then moved the blades between the bra cups and cut. He also cut the straps from her shoulder. The bra fell and Kate's beautiful and very firm breast became totally visible.

That was too much for Madalyn. "Please leave her alone. I will sleep with your customers."

James turned to Madalyn. "I don't know. You are pretty old bitch, even though still good looking. This kind of young flesh turn men more on," James said and took Kate's breast to his hand.

"But she hasn't ever been with a man. She saves herself for the marriage. Use me," she pleaded.

"Maybe, but then you have to be real talented. Let's see what kind of assets you have." He then opened the bindings of her hands. "Show me your tits."

Marilyn had a short sleeved jacket on and only a bra under it. She quickly opened the jacket buttons and pushed the bra cups off her breasts. Her face reddened.

"A little saggy, but not so bad. You have bigger ones than your daughter," James commented and continued, "and now your cunt."

Madalyn felt offended. That ugly ape had no right to judge her breasts and the word cunt echoed in her mind. She had a skirt extending just above her knees and high heels. She knew she couldn't hesitate, if she wanted to save her daughter. She lifted her skirt and took her panties off.

"Spread wider. I want also the boys to see your fuckhole." Madalyn obeyed. She pulled her knees back and showed her pussy openly. "Tyler, what do you think? Is that hole for anything?" James asked from the other of his buddies.

"Well, looks quite good to me. Probably she has shared it only among white folks and you know their pencil dicks," Tyler laughed.

"So, lady. Is it so? You have never got fucked by a black man?"

"No. I have had sex only with my past husband," she replied shamefully.

"Is it so good idea to start today? Why don't you let this younger bitch take care of it? Except, if you are really hungry for black cock."

"No, I mean yes. I want black penis in me," she lied.

"Ok. I'll try to fulfill your wish. I'll take you now to the bar. You will show yourself there. After that you'll start to take men to the back room."

Then they entered the bar. James escorted Madalyn to the middle of the floor. "Listen folks! We have a special guest in our bar tonight. She is a rich white bitch who is seeking for a black cock. Don't disappoint her, give her a good ride." He then lifted her skirt revealing her pale ass and gave a sharp slap on the other cheek. "Only 20 bucks and she does almost anything!"

The first man immediately rushed to her a 20 dollar bill in his hand. "I'm on!" he cheered.

James escorted them to the back room which had dirty bed. The same sheets had probably been there for years. Before leaving the room James said to Madalyn, "Remember to serve this man well. Otherwise we may change the bitch..."

Meanwhile Tyron and the other guy were playing with Kate's tits. They pinched and stretched her nipples which were now standing hard. Kate was openly crying for shame and pain and continuously begged the men to stop. James returned and said laughing, "I can see my friends are giving you nice time. Do you like it?"

"No, I hate it. Let me go," Kate replied.

"For me it looks like your nipples disagree. Let me see." Then James bend over and took her nipple between his lips and sucked it gently." Kate gulped due to a new sensation. "Did that feel bad?" James asked.

"No, but it was dirty. Don't." James repeated the operation with her other nipple, this time more intense way. Kate threw her head from side to side. The nipple had swollen even bigger than the other one.

"You cannot deny. You nipples are sensitive and you like the feeling."

"It doesn't hurt, but I don't like it," she sobbed.

"I'll prove you are lying." Then James lowered his hands on the button of Kate's jeans and opened it. Kate squirmed. James ignored that and opened her zipper. He put his fingers on her waistband and tugged the jeans down. He slipped off her shoes and undressed the jeans. Kate was now wearing only light blue panties.

"Let me go. You cannot do that. You promised to my mom," she pleaded.

"Cool down, baby. I'm not going to fuck you. I'll just look for my evidence." Then he grabbed her knees and pushed her legs apart. He could see a small damp of wetness on her panties.

"I knew it. Your pussy is wet. You can't deny it."

Kate sobbed, "But I couldn't help it. I didn't enjoy it. You just caused it."

"I think it exactly means you enjoyed it. Doesn't your pussy normally get wet, if you let boys play with your tits?"

"I haven't ever let anyone to touch my breasts," she defended herself.

"Why is that?"

"Sex belongs only to marriage and I'm not married yet."

"What harm does it do, if you seem to enjoy?"

"Sex is sin. Bible tells me not to."

James stroked her pussy teasingly through her panties. Kate got even wetter.

"Please don't touch me there. It feels odd," she begged.

"But you must have masturbated time to time. It's natural."

"No I haven't. It is a sin."

"So, you have never cummed?"

"Do you mean what they call orgasm?"

James burst in laugh. "Yes. You would love that sensation." He starts to tap her pussy with her fingers.

"I don't want that. I'll save that to my future husband."

"Don't worry. I let you keep your stupid faith and virginity unless you don't want else. But you will be my waitress in the bar anyway." James opened also her bindings. "We need to get you a better outfit." James handed her two small clothes. The other one was a T-shirt which was cut so that it hardly covered her breasts. Even worse were the spandex micro shorts. They were so tight that they grinded between her ass cheeks. On the front her pubic bone extruded through the thin material. She was thankful he had let her keep the panties, but still felt exposed.

"I can't wear this publicly," she pleaded.

"I have enough of your faked innocence. If this is not ok for you, I'll let your mum to serve drinks. Then you know what will be your part and you don't have to worry about clothing," James said angrily.

"No. No, I'll do it," Kate said scared. James led her to the bar. There were about a dozen customers by four tables. Her appearance got attention. The whole bar silenced and all the men were staring at Kate. She blushed and tried to find position, which would reveal as little as possible. The silence was cut with some screams coming from behind the door in the back of the bar. It was Kate's mom's voice. A desperate feeling took over Kate, she felt so sorry for her.

Soon a man came out from the back room smiling. "She is crazy for black cock. That lady pretends to be something fine, but as soon she gets banged, she is not so prude anymore". The others started to laugh loudly. Another man sneaked into the room.

James announced, "This is my new waitress. She will serve you tonight. Be kind to her." Then he whispered to Kate's ear, "I'd really like to see my sales growing. If you can't help that, maybe your mom can." Then she tapped her ass cheek.

"Three beers here!" Kate heard immediately from one of the tables. James gave her a tray with three beer bottles and pointed the table. Kate took the tray and carried it to the table. She was inexperienced and found it a little difficult to hold the tray in one hand while lifting the bottles with the other one. However, the worst thing was her outfit. Her nipples were protruding through the white T-Shirt and the men couldn't help to notice it.

One of the men lowered his head and peeked under her shirt. "Nice pair of tits you have. Can I feel them?"

"No you can't," Kate tried to answer promptly.

"Look at that ass. I'm sure that would milk me dry," cheered another man.

Kate's face was deep red from humiliation. 'I'll probably have to endure those filthy comments all night,' she thought. She put the last bottle on the table and walked away. "Shake that butt!" she heard behind her, but ignored it. The same play went on the next couple of hours, but she became immune against it.

Madalyn's part was not easier. She didn't expect that she would have her first "customer" so soon. It was less than five minutes ago she agreed to save her daughter in that black bastard's office. Now she was walking to a backroom with completely stranger. The man was some years older than her. His stupid pervert grin on his face revolted her. In addition, he was black and smelled like he hasn't use a shower for ages. The man was big, close to 6 feet 4 inches, but not fat. Only the thought of having sex with him made Madalyn almost to vomit. Another problem was the sex itself. Madalyn really didn't know what to do. She was expected to be a prostitute and she didn't have the faintest idea how to act. Sex was only a matrimonial thing to her and with her late husband it had been very decent, under the sheets and lights off. She had avoided everything lewd, but also known that it was her responsibility to fulfill her husband's needs. It was over three years from the last time...

Somehow it felt degrading to use own clothes. Madalyn had expected she would wear some prostitute outfit. Her jacket and skirt were very expensive and make her look like a real lady, not a whore. Maybe the idea was that these men would experience something luxury, they had never even dreamed of.

The man sat on the bed and interrupted Madalyn's thoughts. "Show me your whore tits?" Insult which made Madalyn blush right away. She opened the buttons of her jacket and took it off. By instinct she folded it neatly on a chair. She did the same thing to her bra. Then she stood in front of the man without doing anything. The man reached his hands and started to grope her breasts. After some molesting he dropped her hand and pushed it under Madalyn's skirt. It went straight on her pussy. The surprise made Madalyn to back off.

"Where do you think you are going? I spent money on your pussy." Madalyn collected her courage and returned to his reach. "Take my clothes off," he commanded. She was relieved that the man let her breasts and pussy alone, but to undress him was not a pleasant idea. She carefully lifted his T-shirt. That made her to push her breasts against his face. The man took the advantage and pushed his face between her tits and shook his head. Then he lied down on the bed expecting Madalyn to go on. Madalyn took off his shoes and terribly smelling socks. She could see his erection. With shaking hands she opened his trousers and pulled them off. She was shocked by two things: man's underwear was really dirty and smelly, but the worst thing was the size of his organ. That made Madalyn almost to run away. 




Kate



"You like it? It will make you good, bitch. Go on." Madalyn pulled also the underwear off. His penis was so thick compared to what her husband had had. It was uncircumcised. The head of looked like strawberry, very big strawberry.

"OK. Get on the bed. Lift that skirt all the way up and spread your legs." She complied and felt like a piece of meat. The man grabbed her panties and ripped them off. Now her open pussy was available for him. Madalyn started to shake from fear. She closed her eyes when she felt the man's hand between her legs.

"Try to be modest? Remember you sell this hole for money. Open your eyes." Madalyn had problems to keep her in part. She hated the way this black ape talked to her and touched her. "Fuck, you are dry," he said and then spat on his fingers and smeared the spit on Madalyn's pussy lips. 'How disgusting,' Madalyn thought. He pushed his finger into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. Time to time he spanked her pussy with the fingers.

"Please don't do that," Madalyn begged. However, her pussy was moistening.

Man slapped her tit. "It is my pussy now and I do what I want." Then he add another finger and pushed those deep into her.

"Ouch. Please, that hurts"

"Will you shut up or will I add another one?"

"No, no more fingers."

"Then what I shall do?"

"Do it like you just did," she had to say. The man continued his finger fucking but increased the pace. It really hurt now. He grabbed her other thigh and turned her to her side. Now her other leg was pointing upwards and her legs were totally spread. The man took her hand off her pussy and started to spank her ass cheek. He gave her a couple of spanks and then pushed his fingers back into her hole.

"This is the way to treat a white whore. Ask for more."

"Please, Sir. Don't hurt me," Madalyn cried.

"You don't learn easily, stupid white cunt." After saying that he forced third finger in.

"Nooooo. You will rip me!" she screamed.

"You want to me to spank you instead?"

"Yes. Spank me."

"Ok. I spank, you count to five. After five you ask me to spank your pussy too, understood?"

Then he started. Madalyn counted with crying voice "One, two...five. Please spank my pussy too.." That was followed by several milder hits on her pussy. This went on for a while. Madalyn was broken. Her ass cheek had turned red.

"I think your cunt is ready for good fucking." He set himself between her legs and inserted the head of his penis between Madalyn's pussy lips.

"No. No you must use protection," Madalyn demanded

"And why's that?"

"I can get pregnant or diseased." 

"I don't mind to put black baby in your stomach, but are you calling my cock dirty?"

"Please can't you at least wash it," Madalyn begged.

"I'll let you do it, but not yet." Then he pushed his cock into her pussy. Madalyn shrieked in pain.

"You should be thankful for the foreplay we had. Otherwise your cunt had ripped." Madalyn had to admit this was probably true. However, it was not making it any easier for her. She felt like a flagpole had been pushed into her. "After we have had our fun your pussy will not be the same anymore. It will be so stretched you won't recognize it," the man humiliated her every way.

The fucking had a slow rhythm first. The pain eased and other kind of feelings rose. 'Oh my god, please don't make me enjoy this,' Madalyn begged in her mind. The man started to fuck her harder which cause some moans to slip out of her mouth. 

"I knew you will like it, say it."

"Please stop. Don't make me..." The man continued and added her excitement by molesting her tits.

"Stop, stop...don't stop!" Madalyn cried and then she got a huge orgasm. She spasmed and shaked her body so forcefully that it made the man also to explode.

"Nooo, not in me. I don't want to..." But she felt his sperm to fill her. She put her hands on her face and cried.

The man lied down on his back beside her. He grabbed her hair and said, "Your dirty cunt made my dick messy. Lick it clean," and then he pushed her head down on his navel.

"No. I won't put that in my mouth, no way," Madalyn objected.

"Okay then. I must ask from James, if he has other candidates. Heard rumors about young chic."

Madalyn knew he meant Kate. "No. Let me do it, Sir." She knew she had to do it. The thought was repulsing. Her husband had never asked such a thing and she would have not done it anyway. She pushed her tongue out and touched the man's organ with the tip of it. The smell was mixed with her own juices and his sperm.

"Lick everything off. I think there is something on my balls too," he instructed. She carefully licked as she could and soon saw the penis grow again. "Now the bulb. Lick it first and then take it into your mouth."

It was so big. She had problems to open her mouth wide enough. The mushroom shaped head filled her mouth entirely. "Now start to suck it like a lollipop. And move your head." How degrading. Obviously she didn't do it well enough, because the man pushed her head down. She was about to gag. He determined the rhythm. She could feel the penis throbbing in her mouth. 'Oh no, he can't,' she thought but simultaneously felt thick liquid spreading in her mouth. "Not the best blow job, but it will do," he said and let go of her head. Madalyn spit the sperm on the floor.

"Bitch, what did you do? You are wasting my seed."

"Sorry, but I didn't know," Madalyn apologized.

"Crawl on the floor and lick it up."Madalyn obeyed and went to floor on her fours. "Not like that. Put your hands behind you back," he commanded. That made Madalyn's position even sexier. Her ass rose in the air. The man lifted her skirt hem up.

"No, please no more," Madalyn begged. She was feared for another fuck.

"If you ask nicely, I can play with your fuckhole while you are licking your reward or shall we ask someone else to clean that mess?"

"No. Please play with my pussy," she said, but saw his face and corrected, "Please play with my fuckhole."

He pointed three fingers on her pussy level and pushed them in. The pussy was so slippery it didn't give too much resistance. "This has got loosen. You have a real nigger pussy now, white peckers won't ever satisfy it again." The movements of his hand made the licking more difficult. Sometimes her face went on sperm stains. Finally she was able to finish her job.

"How did it taste?" he asked.

"I liked your sperm, Sir. Thank you," she lied.

"I think you have been a good girl and I should reward you. Want to cum again?"

"No. Please just leave," she said first without thinking. Then she knew what to say, "...I mean please make me cum"

"Ok. Put your hands on the floor and move that ass. Fuck my fingers." The final humiliation: she had to rape herself. To her disgust his fingers started to feel good. With his other hand he started to spank her bottom and said, "Move that whore ass faster, I know you can". Madalyn increased the pace. The man's other hand went below her and his fingers found her clit. He stroked it first and then took it strongly between his fingers. "Cum, whore!" he ordered and so she did. The orgasm hit her even stronger. The man wiped her fingers on her skirt. Madalyn crawled back to the bed exhausted. 

The man got dressed and went to the door. He turned around and said "If I were you, I wouldn't lie there for too long. You should clean yourself for my buddies coming next. If you are too tired, I can ask James to send a replacement for you."

The bar customers got more and more excited about the young Kate. As she once again served beers to one of the tables she felt a hand groping her ass. Her instant reflex was to swipe away that hand, but it also made her to drop the tray. One bottle fell on the table and some of the beer was spilled out of it. "James, your bitch spilled my beer!" man shouted. James came by the table and asked from Kate what has happened

. 

"This man touched my butt and made me to spill the beer," Kate replied angrily. She was expecting sympathy, but was rewarded by a slap on her face.

"Listen you bitch. You will treat my customer with respect. If they want to touch you they can as long as they don't fuck you. Now, I want you to apologize from this gentleman that you spilled his beer and didn't let him touch your ass."

"No, I won't do that," Kate argued.

"I think you forget your position to decide," James reminded. Kate knew what he meant.

"Mister, I'm sorry I spilled your beer..." The man nodded and looked forward. Kate had to continue, "..and not to let you to touch my butt."

"Apology accepted," the man replied.

James continued, "What you will do now is to clean the table" Kate was about to walk to the bar desk to find a rag for cleaning, but James stopped her. "Bend over the table and use your shirt to clean it." Kate went pale. James took a grip of her neck and forced Kate to bend over the table. In order not to fall on it Kate grabbed the sides of the table with her hands. "Now swipe the beer off." Kate was too feared to disobey. She pressed her breasts against the desk surface. It made her shirt to get wet immediately. The cold beer made her nipples hard. 

"Swipe off everything," James ordered. Kate tried to move her chest on the desk, but the wet clothe stuck. When she moved back the shirt remained in place and her breasts came out of the shirt. The men by the table were cheering for this show. Kate moved quickly back up and was somehow able to get her breasts back in shirt. Now she was wiser and moved her chest only sideward.

"Bob, doesn't that squirming ass look nice to you," James asked from the guy sitting behind Kate. The sight was indeed delicious. A young firm ass rose in the air and its movements due to her cleaning operation were real sexy. 

"It really does, James," Bob replied.

"Kate, do you mind if Bob touches your ass?"

Of course she did, but said shyly "No" and at the same she felt a hand wandering on her ass cheeks. The fabric was so thin that it was almost like she had naked butt. The caressing went more intense. Suddenly she felt the hand go between her legs and grope her pussy. That made her jump up from the table. Unfortunately this time the hem of her shirt was above her breasts. The wetness kept it on place. Some beer drops drained from the wet shirt on her breasts. It looked so sexy, that all the men went silent. James used the opportunity to humiliate Kate more.

"Kate. That is Bob's beer on your tits."

Kate didn't understand James's point and said only, "Yes."

"Don't you think you should let Bob have it?"

"No. I mean, how?"

"It is easy. Just offer you tits to Bob. He can lick the beer from your tits"

"No. I can't do that. That's an awful idea." 

"Listen you little bitch. Just grab your tit and put your nipple into Bob's mouth."

Tears filled Kate's eyes. She took a grip of her left breast and moved closer to Bob. Bob had his mouth ready wide open. Kate guided her nipple into this man's mouth. Bob started eagerly suck it. The whole bar was watching and envied Bob. Bob sucked so hard that Kate felt the nipple to fill with blood. When he finally pulled away, the nipple looked very different to the other one. It looked ridiculously long. James slapped her to her ass. Kate knew what to do. She offered the other breast. This time Bob tried to take as much as possible of it to his mouth. Slurp sounds came out of his mouth due to eager sucking. He took the nipple between his teeth and bite weakly. He teased the pressed nipple with his tongue and finalized his action with intensive sucking. It made the nipples look like a matching pair.

James continued, "Kate, I know how much you like when your tits get attention. If your pussy is wet again, you should thank the man."

"No, it's not. Please let me go. I'd like to change my shirt."

"I think you are lying again. Ralph, do you want to check is she lying?"

"No, no. Leave me alone," Kate pleaded.

"Listen. If you don't let him do it, I will rip your shorts and panties off and you will be the rest of the night your pussy bald. I'm sure you will get a lot of attention."

"Okay. But he may just feel it, nothing else," Kate tried to bargain.

"Yes. Face Ralph now. Closer. Spread your legs wider. Grab Ralph's hand and guide it on your pussy." Kate complied and felt Ralph's finger above her pussy. 

"Ralph, is your hand inside of her panties? " James asked. 

"No, it is not. It is between her shorts and panties," Ralph replied.

"Kate, I told you to let him feel your pussy, not your underwear."

"But she can feel it trough my pants. I don't want anyone to touch me there," she sobbed tears in her eyes.

James put his hands on her hip and threatened, "This is the last change to keep those on." Kate understood and pulled out Ralph's hand and pushed it back, this time under her panties. She felt Ralph playing with her pubic hair before he let her push it more down. Next Kate felt his finger tips on her pussy lips. She had to admit that she had got wet again. Ralph had no hurry. He pushed his finger pass her pussy lips and started fingering her. Kate wanted to die.

"Please stop. You know now," she said her face deep red.

"He must be sure. Open your legs a little wider," James commanded. This gave Ralph better access. He found her clit and rubbed it. The pussy was getting more and more wet. Unintended moan escaped from Kate's lips. James put her hands on Kate's bare tits and started to molest them. He whispered to Kate's ear, "You are in the heat. You are enjoying strangers playing with your tits and pussy. You have no place for Bible in your mind, you want pleasure. Push your pussy tighter against his hand." 

"No, please let me go. I don't want this." She tried to pull away from Ralph but only felt James's loins on her butt. James pushed her back. He kept tight grip of her breasts and licked her neck. James also hummed against Kate's ass.

"You want it, Don't you? I promised not to fuck you, but we must now give some kind of show to our audience. It won't hurt you, I promise."

Kate didn't know what to think. She was like in a gage. A dirty old man fingering her vagina and another one presenting her breasts to everyone. She had become the main attraction in this bar. Suddenly she felt Ralph pulling her shorts and panties down.

"No!" she cried out. 

James pinched her nipples. "Hold still. They just want to see your pussy." Soon Ralph made her to step out of her panties and shorts. He threw the panties to the audience and Kate could see several men sniffing at them. Ralph continued to play with her pussy. The excitement in Kate grew. James whispered again, "I can feel from your breath you are close to cumming. Doesn't that feel good?"

"No. Please don't make me."

"You will ask it soon. Lie down on the table." James pushed her on her back. The table was so small that her legs were dangling in the air. 

"Bob, take her arms. Ralph and Mike, grab her knees and open her wide." Now Kate was spread wide and everyone could see her pussy. Kate couldn't imagine to be more humiliated. 

"Kate I'm sure anyone in this bar could make you to cum, but you need to beg for it."

"I won't do that," Kate argued.

"Mick, you want to try?" A man from the other table came and put his fingers on her pussy lips. He slid one finger between the lips and gently moved it up and down. Ralph and Mike played with Kate's tits while holding her legs. Mick really knew how to tease a pussy and soon Kate's chest was heaving, but she couldn't ask for it. James noticed how close Kate was and asked Mick to stop. It was a simultaneous relief and disappointment to Kate. She had started to hope she would cum, but she could never ask for it.

The same procedure was repeated with another man. She was so close, but he stopped in the last moment. Next man was at least 70. He had no teeth in his mouth. Instead of using his fingers he lowered her head between her legs. Kate felt his tongue surveying her pussy lips. That drove her crazy. It felt so good and she surrendered, "Please, stop torturing. Finish me."

James laughed "But that is sin. We can't do that. It is against your religion. Are you neglecting it?"

"No, but you make me feel like this. You are forcing me."

"A good Christian should be able to suffer for his faith. Is your faith fading?"

"Whatever. Let me have an orgasm," she asked.

"But that will be sex to pleasure you. You denied sex before marriage."

"I want sex now, damned. I can't stand anymore," she demanded.

"If oral sex is ok for you, how about the normal sex? I think your Bible doesn't see a difference."

"No, but I want to save my virginity to my future husband."

"How will you explain to him you wanted an old nigger to lick your pussy? Your husband may not want you after that."

"Please stop humiliating me. Let me go."

"No. I think you deserve your orgasm. However, your moral seems not to care how. Maybe you should ask more than just oral. Old timer, keep on licking." 

The soft mouth drove Kate again by the edge. "Please, please..." But the man stopped. 

"Is there something you want?" James asked.

"Please make me cum."

"You just need to ask the right question." Kate knew what it was, but she couldn't ask that in front of dozen people. On the other hand she couldn't take this much longer. 

She couldn't believe her own ears but she said, "Please make love to me."

James asked, "You want to give your virginity and take a black cock in you? I don't believe you mean it. I think he can keep on licking you until you really beg." 

"No, please not that anymore. I want black cock..." she cried. 

"Ok. You can choose your hero. Anyone in the bar."

"Please don't force me to choose. Just anyone."

"No, you choose or stay like that."

"Him, him! She pointed out a younger guy.

"Leroy, he is a good choice. But you have to ask him nicely."

Kate stuttered, "Leroy, can you please make love to me?"

James interrupted, "Actually, if it is ok for Leroy, you can fuck him," and continued "Leroy, lower your pants and lie down on your back on the table." Kate was shocked. They took her humiliation even further. She knew what James wanted, her to rape herself.

"Ok, girlie. Show you are hungry for a black cock and give him a good ride," James said and pulled Kate on her shaking feet.

"Please not this way. Can't we just go to the back room?" she pleaded.

"No. I promised a show and you will be the star of it." To effect his words he slapped Kate's ass. Kate moved closer to the table on which Leroy was lying. She had no experience in penises, but Leroy's looked awful big to her. "You like it? It will break your pussy, but you will love it," James commented.

Slowly Kate climbed on the table. She knew there was no escape. She touched Leroy's penis. It felt soft and hard in the same time. She guided the head of his penis on her pussy lips and started to lower herself on it. She could get maybe the half of the head in her pussy, when the unbearable pain stopped her. James slapped her ass again "You wanted it, now take it." Kate felt she needed to put her whole weight on it in order to slide it further. Bit by bit the cock head disappeared into her pussy. Soon she felt her hymen to touch his penis and stopped again. James knew what this was about. "This will be the only man breaking your cherry. You begged for it and you will remember this moment for the rest of your life. In your wedding night you will see Leroy's happy face in your mind. Now, drop down. Leroy is getting bored." 

Kate gathered her courage and let go. Leroy's cock broke her hymen and went in up to the hilt. "Noooooo!" Kate cried and tried to pull away. Leroy took a grip of her hips and forced her back down. A droplet of blood leaked out of her pussy.

"Now I want you to really ride on that cock. Move your ass," James ordered. Kate tried to win the pain and moved her ass slowly and with short strokes. James spanked her ass several times. "The audience wants to see a good show. Stop that play and fuck him hard." Kate managed to increase the pace. Slowly the pain eased and all the earlier licking and fingering of her pussy made the same sinful feeling grow in her fast. In now time the orgasm hit her. She cried out openly and then collapsed on Leroy. James pulled her back up. "Leroy is not finished yet. Keep on fucking." Kate hardly could, but found the same rhythm soon. 




Kate



Leroy started to moan "It's coming, it's coming."

Simultaneously Kate realized Leroy was unprotected. "No, not in me, let me go, let me go!" But Leroy held her hips tight and spurted his semen in her. Kate jumped up terrified. Her pussy was leaking and she tried to run away from the bar. James grabbed her arm. 

"Not so fast, my little slut. The night is young. But we need to clean you now. Wait here." 

James disappeared to the back room. Madalyn was lying on the bed. She felt totally worn out. She had had sex with six men so far. The worst thing was she had had so many orgasms she couldn't count anymore. The thing that the men had made her cum felt miserable. Her dignity was gone. She saw James entering the room. "I have a job for you in the bar, come along," James said and guided Madalyn out. 

Madalyn screamed when she saw her daughter naked. "What have you done to her, you promised, you bastard!"

"Nobody raped her. She begged to be fucked by black man. Isn't that right, Kate?"

Kate run to her mother and hugged her "Mother, they made me want it. My mind was too weak."

"Enough that chatting," James interfered. "I want you old bitch to clean up your daughter."

"Yes, I can do that. Give me some water and soap and a piece of cloth," Madalyn replied.

"All you need is your tongue, idiot. You will lick her clean. Little slut, lie down on the table again and open your legs for your mum."

"No, please not that. You can't make her to do it," Kate pleaded but three men pushed her on the table and spread her legs. Her pussy was a mess. Some cum mixed with blood leaked out. James grabbed Madalyn's hair and pushed her head between her daughter's legs.

"Now, drive that tongue deep in her. I want see that pussy real clean." Madalyn started to lick. She knew already how the sperm tasted but the mixture of Kate's juices made it different. She licked and licked, but always some more seemed to leak out of Kate's pussy. It had not occurred to Madalyn's mind that the licking would excite Kate, but of course it would. She started to hear her daughter's moaning.

"Mom, please stop, you are making me to..."

"You twat, you are not in position to give orders, but you know how to stop it," James said with wide smile on his face. 

"I can't do it again, please."

"Then you explode on your mother's face."

"No. Mother, stop. I want someone to fuck me."

Madalyn lifted her face and could see the despair on her daughter's face. "Don't, Kate."

"This time your mother may choose your partner," James said. Madalyn was disgusted by the idea. She should choose the rapist for her own daughter. It was the game they played, Madalyn knew. She tried to think rationally. She thought about the six guys she had had. Who had the smallest penis? On the other hand, they have cummed already and could hold very long now. I need to choose a fresh. Madalyn's mind whirled. James was waiting.

"Him!" Madalyn pointed. The man looked probably the cleanest in the bar. 

"Zap, you're lucky guy. Come here," James asked. 

"Okay bitch, drop his pants and take his cock out." Madalyn obeyed and held the penis. It looked huge in her small hand. "Now guide it in to your little slut's cunt."

"No, please no," Madalyn begged.

"Do it!" James shouted. She placed the head of Zap's penis against Kate's pussy lips. "Now massage her pussy with it." She glided the penis up and down between the lips which made Kate to moan. "Now guide it in. If it is too tight, you can stretch her pussy with your fingers." 'What a terrible idea,' Madalyn thought, but soon found out she had to do it. 

"Noooo, it hurts too much" Kate screamed when she felt the second penis penetrating into her. She tried to back off. 

"Keep your daughter in control or someone else will. Spread that pussy," he said. Madalyn did and Zap was finally in.

He didn't waste time. The fucking went immediately rough. Kate shrieked in pain. James gave more orders to Madalyn, "While Zap is fucking her, lick her clit. I want to see her cum at least twice. If not, the next man will follow". Madalyn knew she had to comply. She lowered her head on her daughters pussy. She had the close look of thick black penis going in and out of her dear daughters sex. Madalyn tried to find space for her head and managed to push her tongue into Kate's pussy. She found her clit and started to lick. 

"Mum, no, no " Kate begged. In 15 seconds her pussy gave up and she got her first orgasm. Zap was not even close yet.

"Keep on licking. Explode her mind," James prompted. Madalyn did not dare to stop the licking. Zap was also getting more aroused after feeling the spasms of that tight pussy. The act was almost violent. It looked like Zap tried to break her. Madalyn saw the whole downstairs of her daughter to move along with the penis. 

Kate was thrown over the edge. She didn't care of the pain anymore. She got another orgasm and wanted more "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me" and Zap did. Zap couldn't hold any longer and cummed inside of that beautiful pussy. Simultaneously Kate came too.

Madalyn hugged Kate and they cried together. "Now you can move those white asses out of my bar. By the way, we have excellent video material. Maybe someday you will drop by and watch it with us. Or maybe I just send it to your Hypocrite club. They will see you begging for black cock," James laughed out loud.

Madalyn and Kate knew what that meant. They would not tell anybody about this evening. Only thing they wondered why they were chosen as a victims. It didn't matter now. The most important thing was to get out of here.

EPILOGUE

Two blond women were sneaking into abortion clinic. The other one looked like to be the mother of the other one. They went in and met a black nurse. "Excuse me. Can you help us? I and my daughter have got pregnant and you know, we would like to get rid of these babies," the older lady said lamely. 

The nurse started to laugh, "I bet you would, but it is not possible in this clinic or in any other clinic either. You will grow those black bastards in your stomachs."

"Why? How do you know they are black?" Madalyn got scared. 

"My dad Frank showed me an interesting video of two women having fun with black men. You know my dad Frank, the one who was on your door day before that?" Madalyn shocked. She understood that everything was her fault. "I will show the video for everybody, if you even think of abortion. It is a sin, you know," Natalie kept on laughing.

Madalyn and Kate turned around, but Natalie stopped them. "Wait a minute. You can be useful as you are here now. You old hawk, see the black, fat cleaner looking us there. I think you should give him a blowjob before you leave. And you princess, my doc has stared at my ass the whole day. Maybe your pussy would give him some relief. Or have you been fucked in the ass yet?"



Kate



As the front door opened, Claire called to her daughter to help her bring in the groceries. She had returned from shopping sooner than expected and the girl did not answer. Her daughter, Judy, struggled to move away from sucking Kate's cunt, but Helen's relentless pounding of her anal passage with a large dildo made it impossible for her to move. Judy was beginning to panic, she knew her mother would be demented with rage at finding her and her two cousins', Kate and Helen, engaged in lesbian sex, but neither Kate nor Helen seemed the slightest bit perturbed. As Claire entered the room and took in the scene before her, Kate took hold of Judy's hair and forced her face harder against her cunt. Claire's temper exploded and she screamed at her nieces to stop at once. Helen meekly withdrew the dildo from Judy's arse and just seemed to melt into the background. 

Claire gazed at Kate still enjoying the eager attentions of the common slut between her legs, inwardly Claire recognised her daughter as the slut but her mind rejected the obvious as she stared at the gaping hole that was once a tight anus and the girl's dripping cunt. Claire walked over to the slut and began to spank her arse as hard as she could. Kate was elated; the added stimulus brought her to a massive orgasm. Juice flooded from her, squirting into Judy's face and hair. Claire was apoplectic with rage and as she moved to drag the slut from between her niece's legs, Helen's arms encircled her, locking her aunt's arms to her sides, Helen's anal dildo pressing hard into the cheeks of Claire's arse. Holding her aunt upright, they watched as Kate slowly regained her composure, still holding Judy's head firmly to her cunt. 

Eventually Kate said, "Ah aunty dearest, I am glad you have joined this family get together!" As she said this, she twisted Judy's face towards her mother. Claire stared at her daughter, cum literally dripping from her mouth, chin and nose. Claire screamed but Kate only laughed and ordered Judy to kneel in front of Claire. As Judy crawled towards her mother, Kate slowly approached, safe in the knowledge that the powerful Helen restrained her. Kate looked closely at her aunt before kissing her lips. Claire clamped her lips closed, but Kate reached up and closing her nostrils, waited for Claire to open her mouth. Claire had no option and as she opened her mouth to gulp in air, Kate's mouth closed on hers and Kate's tongue energetically probed her mouth. Kate knew she was well passed the point of no return and was excited that her aunt's humiliation had begun. 

Kate stepped back and repeatedly spat into Claire's face, saying, "You're my slut now!" Kate smiling moved forward, grabbed her aunt's hair, and forced their lips together. Kate pushed her knee between her aunt's legs and started to rub her aunt's pubic mound with her hand. Kate's hand pressed hard into Claire's mound and her fingers pushed even harder towards her aunt's cunt. Kate soon sensed Claire's growing acceptance and gradually she inched Claire's straight skirt higher and higher, revealing Claire's sexy underwear, garter belt and stockings. Kate, an evil sensation building inside her, forced her hand underneath Claire's panties and began to stroke, caress and pinch Claire's exposed cunt lips and clit. 

Kate was an expert at fingering the clitoris and although Claire's cunt appeared slick from jism, her aunt's juices were not flowing. Kate used all her expertise and soon she felt her aunt's juices start to run from her cunt. Claire was determined not to orgasm but slowly she realised that her orgasm was inevitable. Claire although doing her best to hide her impending orgasm, suddenly capitulated and opened her lips and sucked Kate's tongue into her mouth, their tongues began caressing each other, in a dance of sexual intimacy. Claire's breathing was getting quicker and shallower, she was starting to quiver and eventually she shook uncontrollably as waves of pleasure surged through her body, seemingly emanating from Kate's fingers. 

Kate withdrew her fingers and played them over Claire's lips. Claire instantly commenced licking and sucking her own cunt juices, tainted with jism, from her niece's fingers. Claire, her skirt around her waist, spread her legs wide and bent her knees, enthusiastically rubbing her cunt on Kate's thigh. 

Kate smiled at her aunt and said, "I am your Mistress and you are my slave!" 

Claire moaned as a second orgasm started to build, but Kate said sternly, "I am your Mistress and you are my slave!" 

Claire who was now frantically humping her niece's leg would do anything to orgasm, begged, "Please, please Mistress, please let me cum!" 

Kate only asked, "You promise to do your mistress's bidding in all things?" 

Even more desperate, Claire replied to her niece, "I promise to do whatever my Mistress tells her slave to do." 

Kate knew her aunt was broken and removing her leg, she placed her hand onto her aunt's clit. She toyed with the nub, pulling, twisting and caressing it before ramming four fingers into her cunt, her thumb pressing hard against the clit. Claire exploded and a torrent of fluid squirted from her cunt. Claire's daughter and niece watched as Claire trembled uncontrollably, screaming with pleasure, Kate's hand buried in her cunt almost to the wrist. 

As Claire regained her self-control, Kate ripped her panties off, saying, "Slaves never wear panties!" 

Kate holding the panties in front of Claire's face noticed that the panties were wet with jism that had leaked from Claire's anus and she struck her aunt's face punctuating her words as she yelled, "You dirty fuck slut," slap, "you have allowed your arse" slap "to be fucked" slap. 

Claire remained silent, but Kate again slapped her face and then grabbed her tits and squeezing as hard as she could, she yelled, "Tell your Mistress, Slave!" 

Claire whimpered and nodded. 

Kate laughed, but did not release Claire's tits, instead she said, "I did not hear you!" 

Claire nodded again and whispered, "Yes" but Kate looked at her menacingly, and letting go of one tit she raised a clenched fist. 

Claire quickly added, "Yes Mistress, I have allowed my arse to be fucked!" 

Kate smashed her hand into her aunt's cunt and screamed, "You fucking slut you allowed spunk to enter your arse as well as your cunt!" 

Kate snarled at her aunt, "You took two of them at once, in your arse and cunt, didn't you?" 

Claire nodded but as Kate looked angrily at her, she said, "Yes I took two of them at once, in my arse and cunt! Mistress" 

Kate laughing looked a Claire and said, "Well what does that make you?" 

Claire lowered her eyes and said, "A slut, Mistress". 

"No," Kate yelled, "it makes you a spunk hungry bitch on heat and bitches are controlled with what?" 

Claire looked bewildered, but as Kate held up a dog collar with a control pack attached, Claire's expression turned to fear. Taking the dog collar, Kate secured it tightly around her aunt's neck, and holding the remote, she pressed the button. Claire screamed as she received a powerful shock. While Helen and Judy laughed excitedly, Kate repeatedly pressed the button and listened to Claire beg for mercy. Kate, finally getting bored, fastened spreader bars to her aunt's wrists and ankles, before throwing a rope over an exposed beam and hoisting her upright. Claire hung from the beam, only just managing to touch her heeled shoes on the floor. 

Picking up her aunt's jism soaked panties Kate rammed them into her aunt's mouth. 

Kate was furious and taking a riding crop, she began to whip Claire, as Helen giggled and bounced up and down, Judy started rubbing her clit ferociously, inexorably approaching orgasm. Finally, as Judy ejaculated, Kate's anger abated. Turning to Judy, Kate said, "Lick your mother slut's arse clean and then clean her cunt. Show her how good a lesbian orgasm is!" 

Judy crawled around her suspended mother and separating her arse cheeks began tonguing her arse, burying her tongue deep into the anal passage, extracting the remnants of jism. Claire was starting to moan with pleasure, when Kate roughly pushed Judy aside and examined her aunt's arse hole. Once she was satisfied that all the male seed had been removed, Kate rammed a vibrating butt plug into her aunt's anal passage and ordered Judy to continue her licking of her mother's cunt. Kate sat down to enjoy the spectacle, while Helen stood in front of her aunt masturbating, roughly squeezing, and twisting her aunt's nipples. 

As Judy returned to the licking of her mother's cunt, she realised that Claire's juices were now flowing freely and eagerly commenced toying with her mother's cunt. This time Claire did not attempt to hide her growing sexual excitement and moaned loudly with each stroke of Judy's tongue. Claire had rarely experience such pleasure and as it built, she began to ponder her own lesbian sexuality. The orgasm was building and Claire closed her eyes, her moans a constant stream registering her pleasure, but Judy had stopped and as Claire looked down, she saw Judy had been wrenched away and was now eagerly tonguing Kate's cunt. However, that vision excited her and her orgasm continued to build slowly until the sting of a riding crop striking her arse caused her unimaginable pain. Claire hung from the beam as Helen whipped her, but Claire could not tear her eyes from Kate's impending orgasm, which finally erupted in Judy's face and saturated her with vaginal fluid. 

Claire hung suspended for several minutes before Judy was ordered to return to her task of sucking her mother's cunt. As Judy commenced to lick her mother's cunt, Claire's orgasm flooded back. Judy stopped almost immediately and the swish of the riding crop forecast pain, but Claire's reaction registered pleasure deep within the pain. As Helen continued to whip her, Claire was clearly begging, and as Kate ripped the panties from her mouth, Claire begged, "Mistress, please allow your slave to come, please I beg you!" 

Kate said simply, "No!" 

Helen released the rope suspending Claire and she collapsed in a pool of her own juices. The three girls were watching her intently. Helen was stood closest, a large dildo strapped to her hips; Judy was kneeling next to Kate and was wearing a large strap on dildo. Kate was sat in a comfortable chair her legs spread obscenely. 

"Come! Crawl to me." Kate demanded. 

Claire was confused but said, "Yes Mistress" and started to crawl towards Kate. Kate, Helen and Judy were all laughing at Claire as she tried to crawl, her legs and arms still locked in spreader bars. Claire's arse a mass of red welts, her anus and cunt obscenely exposed; her skirt around her waist, while her garter belt, stockings and four inch heels completed the vision of sexual depravity. Kate knew the humiliation of Claire was almost complete. Claire was watching the others carefully and as Judy moved to lie on her back, the phallus pointing straight up, she guessed what was expected of her and looked to her Mistress for instruction. 

"Fuck your cunt on that!" Kate ordered, and immediately Claire change direction towards Judy. Helen moved behind Claire and as she reached Judy, she released the spreader bar around her ankles. Claire positioned the dildo at the entry to her cunt and slowly lowered herself on to the enormous phallus. Claire winced as the large dildo entered her cunt and with some difficulty managed to accept its full length. Kate rose from the chair and asked, "Are you horny for your Mistress?" Claire replied, "Yes, Mistress" as Kate placed a stool over Judy's head and sat down, her legs spread. Kate laughing said, "Then suck my cunt!" 

As Claire lent forward the dildo in her cunt seemed to move with her, and as she reached, her niece's cunt, Claire opened her mouth to suck and play with the clitoris. As she began, Claire felt pressure on her anal rose and realised that Helen was forcing a dildo into her arse. As Helen began pumping, Claire's mouth was forced against Kate's cunt and she began to slide backwards and forward along her daughter's dildo. 

It was not long before Claire felt the first twinges of orgasm and began moaning softly. Kate grabbed her hair yanked her head up and said, "Slaves do not come without permission, the punishment will be severe." Kate rammed Claire's head back to her clit and ground her cunt into her face. To Claire's surprise, thoughts of sex with men were the best deterrent to her orgasm and she concentrated hard on her numerous heterosexual experiences she had had, recalling none that had lasted more than five minutes and found that she could not remember a massive orgasm with a male. 

Suddenly Kate's cunt contracted and fluid poured into Claire's mouth, at the same time, she heard rather than felt Helen scream in orgasm while Kate's voice echoed in her ears, "You may cum but only within the next thirty seconds!" Within seconds, Claire was on the verge of orgasm, but pain shot through her as Helen began whipping her arse and thighs. Claire was frantic and started lifting herself almost off Judy's dildo and plunging it back into herself, the whipping pain was becoming pleasurable and just as Kate shouted for her aunt to stop, a massive orgasm raked Claire's senses, vaginal fluid flooded from her cunt. It was minutes before Claire stopped shaking and the orgasm subsided. Looking at her Mistress, she heard Kate say, "You disobeyed me, you need to be punished." 

Judy and Helen roughly suspended Claire once again. Judy took hold of a riding crop and began to whip her helpless mother. Claire's fear rose alarmingly as she realised the whipping was arousing her sexually. She begged Judy to stop but she only laughed. Nevertheless, the three girls watched in shock as Claire's orgasm exploded and copious amounts of fluid cascaded from her cunt. They laughed as Claire lost control and began to piss herself. 

Once Claire had recovered sufficiently, Kate ordered Helen, Judy and Claire to shower, apply plenty of make-up and dress only in lace topped stockings and high heels. 

As the three slaves returned, Kate explained that the evening was going to be a 'Theme Night'. "Tonight is Little Miss Muffet night!" she said pointing to three very low stools in the centre of the room. Claire and Judy gasped as they looked at the stools; each had large vaginal and anal vibrators protruding from the seat. Kate giggled as she said, "Slaves take your tuffet!" Tentatively the three women approached the stools, Helen, who obviously had experience of the stools expertly positioned the dildos at the entries to her arse and cunt and sank slowly on to the vibrators. Claire and Judy had much more difficulty and both jumped in pain as one or other of the vibrators missed the intended hole. Eventually, each of the slaves was sitting, their arse and cunts penetrated. 

Kate then handed shackles and a spreader bar to each of her slaves: she instructed them to shackle their ankles together and fit the spreader just below the knee. Claire, who realised that the full weight of her body now rested on the dildos, looked at her daughter, she gasped as the depravity of her daughter's pose became a reality. As she gazed at her daughter, she realised that you could see the dildo disappearing into her cunt and her clitoris was hard and protruding obscenely, but a spreading damp patch on the seat evidenced her daughter's sexual excitement. Claire suddenly realised that like her daughter, her cunt was wet and, in truth, she was eagerly anticipating a night of sexual debauchery. 

Claire watched as Kate moved between her slaves, shackling their elbows behind their backs. She saw her own tits thrust outward and upward as her elbows were shackled, her nipples hard and erect, thus completing the image of her total licentiousness. 

Just as Judy and Clare were looking at each other wondering what was to happen, the sound of the doorbell startled them. Kate immediately answered the summons and a few minutes later led a Negress into the room. As she removed her coat, she stood in front of the three slaves, dressed in only stockings and very high heels and said, "As you know Kate, I want the best cunt and arse sucker." The woman was superb with large breasts, a tight arse and long muscular arms and legs. Both Claire and Judy were torn between fear of the unknown and visions of sucking the black goddess's cunt and arse. 

Kate smiled at the woman and said, "You may examine them and try them out if you wish." 

The woman approached Judy and squatted before her, her cunt open to Judy's gaze. She reach down to her own cunt and thrust two fingers in before offering her wet fingers to Judy's lips. Judy hesitated momentarily, before starting to lick and suck the woman's fingers, but almost instantly, the woman withdrew her hand and started to play with Judy's clit. Judy moaned from the first caress, but again the woman stopped. Standing up the Negress spread her legs and opening her cunt lips with her fingers, she thrust her cunt towards Judy's mouth. Obediently Judy started licking and sucking the black woman's cunt. Although it was clear Judy was enjoying the experience, the woman moved her cunt away and bending forward caressed Judy's breasts. The Negress played with Judy's nipples, finally pinching them hard; Judy yelped and the woman moved away towards Helen. 

As she approached Helen the black woman said, "Ah yes, your slut of a sister if I remember correctly." 

Kate nodded as the black woman opened her cunt lips and pushed her cunt into Helen's face. Helen started licking and sucking the cunt and a look of ecstasy appeared on the black woman's face. Helen played and toyed with the cunt for several minutes before the black woman grabbed Helen's head and forced it onto her cunt. Moments later the Negress grunted and ejaculated into Helen's mouth. 

The Negress looked at Kate and said, "I will take this one." 

Kate immediately removed the shackles and spreader bar and as the Negress walked away she said, "Heel" and Helen lifting herself off the dildos crawled out of the door after the anonymous black woman. 

Claire and Judy had so many questions, but as they steeled themselves to ask them, the doorbell rang a second time and Kate disappeared to answer it. Kate was absent much longer this time, but as Claire and Judy began to wonder, the door burst open and a naked girl ran into the room. She screamed in delight as she looked from Judy to Claire; "A milf" she yelled and ran over to Claire, pausing only a second before thrusting her cunt towards Claire's mouth. 

Claire began to tongue the girl's cunt, as Kate and the girl's mother, Janice, entered the room. Kate turned to the fully clothed woman and said, "I am sorry, but I had to check." 

The woman replied, "No harm done, as I say she turned eighteen yesterday and this is her special birthday present. For some unknown reason she wants a milf to dominate. I told her she could have a pet for the week." Kate and Janice sat down with a class of wine and watched Claire tongue the girl's cunt. The girl, although enjoying the attentions of Claire, kept glancing at her mother and Kate recognised the girl's fantasy behind the reality; she was imagining it was her mother sucking her cunt. Kate studied the girl's mother, she was becoming restless, she was constantly moving her arse on the seat, crossing, and uncrossing her legs: Kate could almost smell the sexual desire of a mother for a daughter. 

At that instant, the girl screamed with pleasure and dropped to her knees leaving Claire's face covered in her juices, but Kate was watching Janice. The girl's mother was rigid, not breathing, both hands gripping the table; she was suppressing all outward signs of her own orgasm brought on by her own fantasies of her daughter. 

The girl recovered quickly and getting on her hands and knees turned on the anal and vaginal vibrators lodge deep within Claire's holes. The girl was excited, desperate to see a milf explode in orgasm. She looked across at Judy and ran to switch her vibrators on. She then looked at her mother almost hungrily. The girl's mother, her orgasm finally fading, excused herself and went to the bathroom. 




Kate



Kate approached the girl and said, "What's your name?" 

The girl said "Paula." 

Kate smiled and asked, "Why have you not taken your mother?" 

The girl stared at her for a long time before saying, "I'm afraid, she may not approve, it is incest!" 

"Look Paula," Kate said, "its simple when she comes out of the bathroom, give her a thank you kiss. Not pecks on the cheek but a passionate kiss on the lips and play your tongue across her lips. If she opens her mouth, stick your tongue in and start rubbing your hand on her pubic mound. If she objects stop, but if she doesn't, pull her skirt up and start fingering her cunt. Then when your fingers are in her wet cunt, tell her she is your slave to command. Trust me she wants you as much as you want her!" 

Paula looked terrified as her mother returned, but rushed towards her and wrapped her arms around her neck. She whispered "Thank you" and kissed her mother, gently flicking her tongue across her lips. Her mother's lips parted and Paula thrust her tongue into her mother's mouth, exploring every part of her mouth as her mother sucked on her tongue and held her daughter tight. Paula took hold of her mother's hair and forced her lips harder onto hers, while her other hand glided down her neck and shoulders, pausing to caress her mother's breast before Paula flattened her hand against Janice's belly and slid her hand down towards her mother's cunt. Janice was moaning loudly with pleasure and as her daughter's hand reached the waistband of her skirt, the skirt fell to the floor. Paula's hand crept beneath her mother's panties and tights and discovered her mother's saturated cunt: slipping two fingers in Paula began to pump them in and out. Her mother was delirious with pleasure, but as Paula withdrew her fingers, Janice's eyes flew wide and she looked at her daughter. 

Paula said, "You, Janice, my mother, are now my slave." 

Janice, desperate for her daughter's fingering to continue, said, "Yes Mistress Paula, I am your obedient slave in all things." 

As Paula moved her hand back to her mother's cunt, Kate pulled down Janice's panties and tights to her knees. As Kate stood, she whispered to the mother and daughter, slaves never wear tights or panties, lace topped or garter stockings only, it gives your Mistress easy access at all times. Kate smiled and ran her fingers down the crack of Janice's arse, pausing to penetrate Janice's anal passage. Janice screamed as a gigantic orgasm erupted within her and she fell to the floor, convulsing with pure pleasure. 

Paula was elated and rushed to hug Kate, she kissed her lips, flicking her tongue over Kate's lips, but Kate's tongue forced it way into Paula's mouth. Kate's hand found Paula's clit. Paula gasped at the touch but found herself being forced to the floor face down. Kate pushed her thumb into Paula's arse and her fingers into her cunt and dragging Paula by the hair, she pulled her face into Clair's cunt, just as the dual vibrators brought Claire to her third orgasm. Claire squirted cunt fluid and then piss into Paula's face and mouth and as Paula orgasmed she heard Kate whisper, "You are my slave now! Your slaves are my slaves!" 

Paula, between her screams of pleasure, said, "Yes Mistress!"