0 comments/ 211545 views/ 21 favorites The Nightmare By: Hidden Friend John Daniels awoke screaming his body bathed in sweat, his sheets entangled in his legs as he fought his way from the dark depths of his dream. Sitting upright in the dark he heard footsteps on the landing before his bedroom door opened and the light came on. His parents stood in the doorway looking tossled and scared after being awoken by a scream in the night. His Mom quickly crossed to the bed and sat down beside him, enveloping him in her arms. “Are you OK John, Honey it’s alright, just a bad dream!” As his Mom hugged him John realised that he had an erection, he tried in vain to untangle his sheets to cover it. He new his Mom must realise the state of his arousal as it was pressed into her side. He felt himself flush in embarrassment as his Mom stroked his hair and face. “OK now honey?” “I guess Mom, it was just a bad dream” “Do you want to talk about it?” “No, I don’t really remember what it was about” As he spoke his Mom turned to look at him and he realised the robe she wore wasn’t belted. As she turned it fell open and he found himself looking at his Mom’s naked body. He’d never realised before how hot his Mom was, he knew she worked out at the local gym a couple of times a week and ran the rest of the time, but it was the first time he’d seen her naked since he was a kid. His cock gave a jerk and hardened once more as his eyes explored the woman before him. He gazed at her full firm breasts and taught stomach, before lowering his eyes to the neatly trimmed mons between her thighs. He quickly raised his eyes as his Mom spoke to him. “Feeling better baby?” “Yes, a bit” “That’s good, now do you think you can sleep” “Maybe, I Guess” “I’ll tell you what, you lie down and I’ll stay a little longer till you feel you can” His Mom stood up and helped him untangle the sheets from his legs; as she covered him with it her hand brushed against his cock causing it to jerk. John blushed again in embarrassment at his state of arousal. “God I’m sorry about that Mom” “It’s all right, it’s quite natural and certainly not the first time I’ve seen it in that state. Although it has been a while and you’ve certainly grown” John glanced towards the door worried that his Dad would be listening to this conversation, but his father had gone and the bedroom door was closed. His Mom tucked the sheet around him before once more sitting on the bed and stroking his hair. “Now try and go back to sleep” As his Mom kissed him lightly on the cheek and smiled at him, John felt his body relax and his eyes slowly close as sleep drifted over him. Moments later he jerked awake as the nightmare returned, this time he managed to hold back the scream that had risen to his lips. His Mom quickly turned back to the bed and enfolded him in her arms. “It’s all right John, Mom’s here, I think I’d better stay a while longer” “Thanks Mom, I’m sorry about this” “It’s OK, scoot over and make room for your Mom” John expected his Mom to sit beside him on the bed and was surprised when she allowed her robe to fall to the floor. Naked she pulled back the sheet and climbed into the bed beside him. As she enfolded him in her arms and cradled his head against her naked breasts his once more erect cock pressed against her thigh. John’s nightmare was forgotten as he found himself enfolded by his gorgeous naked Mom. He suddenly found himself extremely turned on and realised with shock that pre-cum was leaking onto his Mom’s thigh. Turning his head he opened his mouth to speak and instead found his mouth filled by one of his Mom’s nipples. Unable to resist he closed his lips around it, sucking at it like he had as a child. Rather than pushing him away he heard his Mom moan and felt her pull his head tighter to her breast. “Mmmm, that’s it baby suck on Mommy’s tits, Mmm your such a good boy” John moaned as he felt a hand close around his erection, milking the pre-cum from it and massaging it into his cock head. “Let Mommy look at her big boy” John was pushed onto his back as his Mom pushed the sheet onto the floor, before kissing and licking her way down his body to his hot hard cock. Looking down he watched as his Mom licked his cock head bring a moan from his lips, before she allowed the head to slip between her lips. He could feel her tongue bathing his cock in saliva as she sucked on his erection. “O god Mom, that’s amazing, Uhhhh, god I’m gonna cum, O Mom I’m cuming, I’m cuming” John grabbed his Mom’s head fucking her mouth as he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell as his cum shot into his Mom’s mouth. He could feel her throat working as she tried to swallow it all; as he continued to pump his seed into her mouth some escaped to run down her chin. Finally she released his still hard cock and using her fingers scooped up the cum from her chin and licked them clean. She moved back up his body and kissed him deeply on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, where he tasted his cum on her tongue. John kissed his Mom deeply while running his hands over her hot, willing, naked body. “My turn Mom” he said as rolled her onto her back before kissing his way down her neck to her waiting breasts. Alternating between them, he sucked and nibbled at her nipples while massaging and gently nipping the free one with his fingers. As he felt his Mom’s arousal increasing he kissed his way down over her stomach, watching the muscles contract as he licked her navel. Moving lower he eased her thighs apart and gazed for the first time at her waiting pussy, at the place that had given birth to him. He slowly ran his tongue along her slit from her anus to her clitoris bringing a cry to his Mom’s lips. Easing apart her cunt lips he plunged his tongue into her hot inner sanctum lapping the juices that flowed freely from her into his mouth. As he drank from her cunt he reached up and massaged her clit with his fingers causing her body to spasm. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as he played with her clit, feeling her body respond to his actions. “Ooooh, that’s it baby, Mom’s soooo hot, god I’m cuming, o yes I’m cuming, I’m cuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggg” As his Mom screamed out her release, her thighs locked around his head and her hands pushed his face into her spasming cunt. John locked his mouth over her pussy and drank and sucked the juices from her. As his Mom’s orgasm subsided she released his head and pulled him up to her face where she kissed him passionately and licked her juices from his face. She then pushed him onto his back once more, straddling his hips she slowly lower herself onto him, impaling herself on his hard cock. John cried aloud in desire as he felt his hard cock enveloped in the hot, wet, velvet grip of his Mom’s cunt. They lay locked together both basking in the feel of their joined bodies before they started moving together. His Mom moved upon his cock, plunging up and down upon him and twisting her hips slightly to stimulate her clit and g-spot. Reaching up John cupped his Mom’s breasts with one hand playing with the nipples and massaging them. His other hand he slip between their moving bodies and pressed and rubbed his Mom’s clitoris causing her to moan in pleasure. “Mmmm, play with Mommy’s tits and clity, fuck your cock into her, Mmmmm” The room was filled to the to the sound of their moans and the slap of their bodies as they moved together towards their orgasms. John felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached and his cum started to rise. “Uuuhhh, I’m gonna cum Mom, I’m cuming” “O yes baby, fill Mommy’s hot cunt with your cum, pump it deep into her womb” John grabbed his Mom’s hips pulling her hard down onto his pumping cock as his sperm shot deep into her womb. As his cock jerked inside his Mom he felt her body shake to her own orgasm and his cock was gripped tightly by the muscles of her vagina. Their voices mingled in their cries of pleasure as they both came together their bodies shaking to their orgasms. As their orgasms subsided his Mom lent forward and kissed him. “No more nightmares OK” “OK” As his softening cock slipped from her pussy his Mom held him close while he slowly sank into a dreamless sleep. The next morning John awoke to find his Mom had gone part of his mind told him it had been a dream, even though he knew it wasn’t. He quickly showered and dressed before heading down stairs to the kitchen. He stood on the bottom step unsure about how to act with his Mom. What would his Dad say? Was his Mom disgusted and ashamed by what had happened? Plucking up the courage he walked into the kitchen. “Hi Mom” “Good morning dear, sleep well?” “Uh, fine I guess” “Good, sit down breakfasts nearly ready” John sat down at the kitchen table and watched his Mom while she finished preparing breakfast. She was dressed in one of his dad’s old shirts, the sleeves were rolled up and the tails reached to mid thigh. Her long blonde hair was hanging down her back platted into a ponytail. Turning she walked towards him, his eyes followed her every move as she bent over and kissed him on the lips. “Good morning son, now about last night…” “I know Mom, it shouldn’t have happened and it mustn’t happen again, I’m really sorry” “No, that’s not what I was going to say” Straddling his legs she sat on his lap and kissed him again. “You were wonderful and of course it’ll happen again. That is if you want it to?” “God Mom, of course I do, but what about Dad and Sarah?” “Your Father knows what happened, after all we weren’t exactly quiet. As for your sister, I know your father would happily fuck her if he got the chance, so we’ll have to make sure he does. Now how about showing your Mom a good time while breakfast finishes” While his Mom stood and removed her panties John slid his jeans and underwear off. As his Mom once more sat on his lap John guided his erect cock to the entrance of her hot love box. They kissed deeply as she sank down upon his cock, filling her cunt with his hard meat. “Mmm, that feels soooo good, your hard cock deep in my cunt, Mmmmm, fuck Mommy hard” John needed no further encouragement and so started pushing his cock into his Mom’s hot pussy as she moved on his lap. Reaching forward he unfastened the shirt pushing it off his Mom’s shoulders, freeing her breasts to his questing tongue and mouth. He savored the taste and feel of her nipples as they hardened in his mouth, he sucked and gently bit them as their mutual excitement built. Until with a loud cry he filled his Mom’s hot cunt with jism, pumping it deep into her as her body shook to her own orgasm. They were kissing, John’s cock still encased in his Mom’s cunt when they heard the front door open and Sarah shouted. “Hi, I’m home” Quickly John and his Mom pulled apart, his Mom pulled on her shirt while John fought to pull his pants on. His Mom had her shirt on, but her panties still lay under the table with John’s jeans when Sarah walked into the kitchen. Sarah was John’s twin sister, they weren’t identical twins, while John was tall and lean like his father, Sarah took after their mother, small and petite with long blonde hair and deep black eyes. Walking into the kitchen Sarah waved at her brother before kissing her Mom, sitting down at the table she noticed John’s jeans lying underneath it she also became aware of a smell in the room, a smell she associated with sex. That couldn’t be right though, cause her Dad was at work, only her brother and Mom were here, but what were his jeans doing under the table. “What’s with the jeans?” Her Mom quickly bent and picked them up. “I spilt juice down them, so I told John to take them off so I could wash them” As her Mom bent over to pick up the jeans Sarah was presented with a view of her naked bottom and as her Mom bent further over a view of her pussy. A pussy she realised that had a just fucked look to it, in fact a pussy that was leaking cum. ‘My god’ Sarah thought ‘Mom and John have just fucked.’ She couldn’t believe it, but the evidence was right before her eyes. She wondered how and when they had started and most of all what her father thought of it or even if he new. All through breakfast she found her eyes drawn to brother, part of her was shocked and sickened by what she had discovered, but another part of her found it a very erotic idea. After breakfast their mother headed upstairs to take a shower, while Sarah and John headed to their respective rooms. John was lying on his bed when his now dressed Mom walked in. “I’m just going into town to do some shopping, you and Sarah behave OK” “Don’t we always” “That’s up for debate” She kissed him lightly on the lips and left, John lay there for a while longer before deciding to take another shower. He stripped off in his room before heading down to the bathroom. As he passed his sister’s room he could hear music playing and his Mom and sister talking. He was just entering the bathroom when his Mom came out of Sarah’s room. “You shouldn’t walk around like that, you’ll give people ideas” “Good ideas I hope Mom” With a final goodbye he entered the bathroom closing the door behind himself. Sarah sat on her bed after her mother had left her mind in turmoil, when her Mom had come into her room to say goodbye she’d confronted her about her suspicions. Rather than reputing them her Mom had admitted to the accusations, even telling her not to judge until she’d tried it. Now she couldn’t decide if she had been telling her to fuck her brother or not. Sitting on the bed she found the thought had turned her on more than she wanted to admit. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom and images of her brother naked under the water flashed through her mind. She new part of the problem was frustration, the previous night she’d stayed at her boyfriend’s house, unbeknown to her parents they’d had the house to themselves. The trouble was his idea of foreplay was a few drinks, sex compromised few thrusts into her before he’d cum; then rolled over and fallen asleep, leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated. She’d left him still in bed that morning sleeping off the drinks of the night before. Giving herself no time to think she stood and removed her clothing, naked she walked down the landing to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the bathroom door, she could see the outline of her brother through the frosted glass of the shower stall. John turned as he heard the shower cubicle door slide open, he didn’t know what to expect, but the sight of his naked sister was a real shock. “Hi bro, can I wash your back?” “S…Sarah, what the hell are you doing?” “Taking a shower” “Couldn’t you wait till I finish?” “Guess not” With that Sarah reached out and grasped his semi erect cock. “Hey, what are you doing?” “I thought that was obvious, don’t be such a jerk” “But…” “Relax, we could have some real fun together” John could feel his cock hardening in his sister’s warm hand, stepping towards her he ran a hand down over her breasts, before slipping it around her waist and drawing her towards him. She released his cock as he bent forward and kissed her full on the mouth, thrusting his tongue between her partially open lips. At the kiss Sarah froze for a second as her mind realised what she was about to do, but the need was too great and she started to return the kiss. “God Sarah, your so hot, lets forget the shower” “Mmmmm” Switching the shower off John quickly dried himself and Sarah off, kissing each part of her body as he dried it. Bending he picked her up and carried her in his arms to her bedroom. Once on her bed he kissed her again; moving down her body to her pert breasts he kissed and sucked her nipples, bringing a moan of pleasure to her lips. As he suckled at her breasts he slid a hand down over her stomach to her waiting pussy, running them along her slit he coated them in her juices before licking them clean. She tasted so good he had to taste her at the source; so sliding down the bed he eased her thighs apart. Running his tongue along her slit he lapped the juices from her cunt, causing her to thrust her hips up towards his mouth. As he lapped from her wellspring he rubbed her clit with his fingers, her moans of pleasure increased as he stimulated her. Coating the fingers of his free hand in her juices he transferred it to the rosebud of her anus, before gently easing a finger into her tight backside. The action of her brother’s tongue and fingers shot Sarah over the edge into an explosion of an orgasm: she cried out her pleasure as she came. John drank her juices down, his own desire and need where strong and so quickly he moved up her body. Placing the head of his cock at her opening he eased it past her cunt lips and slid into her tight, hot pussy. As Sarah wrapped her legs around his back he withdrew all but the head of his cock, before plunging the entire length back into her. Quickly their rhythm built as they moved their bodies towards the point of release. “O Sarah you’re so fucking hot, your cunt’s so tight, I don’t think I can last much longer” As he felt his jism beginning to rise he tried to withdraw from his sister’s pussy, but she locked her legs around his back. “Don’t withdraw, shoot your cum into me” “O god Sarah I want to but what about the risk” “There aren’t any risks, I’m on the pill. Know fuck me you bastard” John needed no more coaxing and reamed his sister’s cunt with his hard cock as he felt his cum flood deep into her womb. As he continued to thrust his sperm into her Sarah shook to her own orgasm. Afterwards as they lay together Sarah asked John how and when he’d first made love to their mother. She was surprised to find it had only started the night before and was intrigued to realise her father new about it. “Well” she said, “maybe tonight I’ll have a nightmare and daddy can comfort me" The Nightmare? It's dark. So dark. Pitch black in fact. You only know for sure that your eye lids are actually open because you can feel your lashes against the thick, cloth blindfold tied tightly around your head. For a moment you almost want to laugh - it must've been a great night if you can't remember how you got back to your bed - but then you realise that what you're laying on is far too hard to be a bed. You want to reach other to take whatever it is around your eyes off to see where you are, but your hands meet resistance and that's when you know something really isn't right. That's when you start to panic. When you try to scream out things only get worse because your cries are muffled by the gag in your mouth. As you thrash about you realise how tightly your hands are bound together, and your feet too. So tight that they dig into your wrists and ankles and moving only cuts in deeper. So tight that you know you'll never be able to wriggle free. But you have to try, if only to distract yourself from the sound you'd heard long before awoke but didn't register - or didn't want to register - until now. Heavy breathing. You are not alone. Whatever you're lying on feels bitterly cold on your flesh and it dawns on you that you're naked, struggling against your restraints as someone watches you unwilling to help. Almost as if they're enjoying watching your terror unfold. Enjoying it too much, the other sound you'd been trying to blank out tells you. It sounds like wet slabs of meat being slapped together but you've given enough drunken handjobs in the toilets of clubs to recognise how it sounds. So one man wanking over your exposed body! Oh boy. Not good. Not good at all. Worse! "Keep it in you horny fucker, jeez you'd have thought this was your first time doing this," the deep, heavy Irish accent comes from the other direction to the wanker. Two of them!!! Fuck. "She's awake now, can we start?" the other pleads. You scream out in protest but your words are lost to the cloth choking your mouth. "I think she's saying yes," the Irish man laughs. Foot steps draw closer and closer for what seems like a life time. You shake your head violently and continue to wail out in vain but you know nothing will change their intent. Fingers make contact on your knee and run smoothly up your leg, stroking your tender thighs and sending shivers through your body. Shivers of disgust, surely? In any other situation it might be pleasant but not now... right? The thought is quickly exiled from your mind when the fingers reach their destination and one finger starts circling the lips of your pussy. The man's colleague joins him by your side but is far less gentle with his touch. He forces a kiss with too much tongue onto your lips while his hands grip tightly onto your breasts, squeezing them so hard that for a moment you think they could burst. Ziiiiiiiiiiiiip. The Irish man's fingers leave your skin - he doesn't care about getting you wet although to your horrified shame you find that you're not nearly as dry as you should be. Muscular hands pick you up by the neck and bend you over whatever you were laying on. It must have been a table but details like that are the least of your worries. He's unbelievably strong and is capable of pinning you firmly where he wants you with one hand but that doesn't stop you trying to fight your way free. That just seems to please him more though and he gives a dirty laugh as you feel a wet finger dart in to expand your pussy ready for his entry. It doesn't take him long to get his cock inside you - and what a cock it is. Maybe it's because you're blind folded or maybe it's something else but you were never expecting him to be quite so big. You've been told by loads of guys before that the love how tight your pussy is on their lengths but it's never felt like this much of a squeeze - this must feel great for him. Between screams and sobs of tears you think you hear yourself gasp in pleasure a little but that can't be right. This is a horrible situation, how could you possibly enjoy being dominated and abused by two men whose only focus right now is on your naked, bound body...? Suddenly you feel the gag in your mouth loosen and then fall free, giving you an opportunity to take in a massive gasp of air before hurling every foul mouth insult you know under the sun at the men. But in the next moment your mouth is filled again, this time by the throbbing member of the colleague. He's not as big as his Irish friend - who is pounding you harder and harder from behind while tugging on your hair - but he is certainly bigger than average. Within seconds you're longing for the cloth in your mouth again because he's not being kind to you at all. Both his hands hold your head into place so that he can get deep down. The end of his cock brushes against the back of your throat and tests your gag reflex to the extreme. Coughing and spluttering you feel as if you're going to either pass out or throw up all over him, but part of you is suspicious he'll like that. The Irish cock thrusts harder and harder into your pussy, each time he enters forcefully his balls slap you roughly. Just when you feel you couldn't be humiliated any more he slaps you right across the ass, you can tell from the sting that it will leave a mark if you survive long enough until the morning. Not content with just one he keeps spanking you with increasing intensity, his palm perfectly flat against your raw skin for the most impact. His over hand snakes around to find your breasts and his nails dig into the flesh around your nipples. By now tears are streaming down your face from under the blind fold and cum is gushing from your mouth from the deep throat. You know that you're crying your eyes out but every time you're allowed a breath your body betrays you by releasing a pleasurable sigh and once you catch yourself breathlessly whisper for "more". And more is exactly what you get. The Irish man fucks you harder and harder from behind and his friend forces his cock deeper and deeper down your throat, if they continue at this pace then sooner or later they're going to crush your body and meet in the middle... But to your disappointment it never reaches that stage. You're too good a fuck for any bloke to keep his load in for long. And sure enough you soon feel the warmth of the Irish man's satisfaction oozing inside you and his friend covers your face with his cum. Even though you're still in floods of tears, you instantly miss the feel of the two cocks inside you when they withdraw. But then something tells you that it's not over yet. Your spunk drenched blindfold loosens and falls to the floor, and once your eyes adjust to the light you see at least six more guys have been watching you and none of them have been able to keep it in the trousers. "Right, who's next?" the Irish guy asks, and you can't help but smile. The Nightmare The Nightmare On her neck were what seemed to be two small puncture wounds. Slowly, she touched them. There was no pain...on the contrary, there was an almost sexual sensation as she ran her fingertips over the wounds. The Nightmare Ch. 2 That night as Sarah undressed she prepared herself for the visit of her father, before getting into bed she showered and then slipped naked into her bed. Lying there in the dark the time seamed to drag, until finally she heard her parents come to bed. She waited another hour, allowing them to fall asleep, before pushing her bedding from her bed and entangling her legs in the sheets. Sitting up she positioned herself for the best effect and then at the top of her voice cried out as though awaking from a nightmare. Footsteps came down the landing and her door opened, the light was switched on and her parents stood in the doorway. They both crossed to the bed and enfolded her in their arms. “What is it honey, a bad dream?” “I guess Mom, I don’t really remember” John appeared in the doorway, a robe loosely fastened around him. “What’s going on? is everything OK?” Their Mother stood and walked over to John “Come on honey, Sarah had a bad dream that’s all” Taking John’s arm she led him from the room back to his own. Sarah looked at her Dad as he spoke “Are you sure your OK baby, it’s not that jerk of a boyfriend is it love? He’s not making you do things you don’t want is he? or got you in trouble?” “No Dad it’s nothing like that, I guess it was just a bad dream. Could you hold me please?” “Of course baby” As her father hugged her close she allowed a hand to drop into his lap, she felt his cock jerk slightly as her fingers brushed it through his boxers. Her naked breasts pressed into his hairy chest and she felt her nipples harden as she became aroused at the thoughts of what she was doing. Gently she pushed her hand into the opening of her father’s boxers and closed her fingers around his cock feeling it harden under her touch. “Baby what do you think your doing?” “I’m sorry daddy don’t you like it?” “Whether I like it or not is beside the point, you’re my daughter” “I’m also a woman and you’re a very attractive man” “Honey please” Taking one of her father’s hands she lifted it to her naked breast “Don’t you want to Daddy” Bill couldn’t believe what was happening, he’d dreamt about this since Sarah had been sixteen, but hadn’t expected anything to happen; that was until last night when his wife had made love to their son. “Sarah honey, I’m not sure about this” “But Daddy, I want you feel!” With that Sarah took her father’s free hand and placed it between her legs on her dripping pussy. “O baby, if you’re sure” With that Bill stood up from the bed and pushed his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. Stepping towards his daughter he pushed his erect cock towards her mouth. “OK honey why don’t you show your daddy how well you suck cock” Sarah closed her mouth over the head of her dad’s cock, licking her tongue over it before she allowed it to slip from her mouth. Then she slid her tongue around the shaft, running it up and down before once more allowing the head to slip between her lips. Bill moaned as his daughter’s lips closed around his cock head, reaching down he wrapped his hands in her hair. Holding her head he started to fuck his cock into her mouth. Outside the bedroom door John and his mom watched as Sarah sucked her dad’s cock, John slipped his hands around his mom’s waist, sliding it through the opening of her robe. Kelly moaned at the feel of her son’s hands as they moved over her belly and breasts, she pushed back against him feeling his hard cock press into her arse. “Mmmm John you make me so hot” Their robes fell to the floor as turned to kiss deeply, “My room mom” “No let’s stay here and watch your sister and father” Kelly slid to the floor in the doorway of her daughter’s room, she felt John’s tongue slid along her pussy lips before his mouth closed upon her clitoris. Turning her head she watched her husband fuck her daughter’s mouth as her son licked her cunt. Bill was oblivious to his wife and son as his daughter sucked his thrusting cock, he could feel his balls tighten as his cum started to rise. Holding Sarah’s head he pushed his cock into her throat as his cum shot forth. Sarah gagged on her dad’s cock as he pushed it into her mouth, then she felt the hot salty cum flood her mouth and she tried to swallow as much as she could. Cum dribbled from the corner of her lips as her throat worked filling her stomach with her dad’s jism. As his orgasm subsided Bill pulled his cock from his daughter’s mouth in a flood of jism. He watched as Sarah scooped up the cum that had escaped and massaged it into her pert breasts and hard nipples. Gently he pushed her back onto the bed, easing her thighs apart his slid a hand over her hot wet pussy. Lowering his mouth to it he slid his tongue along her slit from the crinkled rosebud of her anus to her hard erect clitoris. Sarah thrust her hips as her dad’s talented tongue slid over her hot pussy, she cried out in pleasure as he pushed it like a small cock between her pussy lips. Her juices were running freely from her pussy down between her arse cheeks, her dad’s tongue moved down lapping it up. She cried out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as she felt his tongue push into her arse before it moved back to her dripping pussy. Sarah could feel her body tighten as her orgasm approached, what pushed her over the edge was the feel of a finger pushing into the rosebud of her anus. “O yes daddy I’m cuming suck my cunt, Mmmmm I’m cuuummmiiiiinnnnnggggg” Bill drank the juices that flowed from his daughter’s hot snatch, before moving up her body. Grasping his cock he guided it to the opening of Sarah’s waiting pussy and with one thrust buried it entirely in her cunt. As he started to fuck his daughter she wrapped her legs around his back; thrusting her hips to meet his downward strokes. Kelly watched her husband bring Sarah to orgasm with his talented mouth as her son did the same to her. As Bill moved up to fuck Sarah, Kelly turned onto her hands and knees. “Mmmm fuck me John, I want you to fuck me while your dad fucks Sarah” John needed no further encouragement, moving up behind his mom he slowly slid his cock into her inviting pussy. As he slid his cock into his mom’s cunt John reached around to play with her swinging tits, massaging the hard erect nipples. Sarah was in a sexual frenzy as her father sucked her breasts and pounded her pussy with his hard cock. Her body was being racked by a series of orgasm all building in intensity towards a massive release. “Mmmm that’s it baby take daddy’s cock I your tight pussy, uhhh daddy’s gonna cum baby. I’m gonna fill my little girl’s pussy with daddy cum. O ye baby here it comes, O god yes yes arrgghhhhhh” With that cry Bill rammed his cock deep into his daughter’s pussy as his cum pumped deep into her womb. As her dad’s cum shot deep into her waiting womb Sarah’s orgasm rocked through her body. Her mind seemed to explode, as her ears filled to the sound of her screams and her father’s cries. When Sarah finally came too she was lying on her bed cradled in her parent’s arms with her brother sitting naked beside her. John lent forward and kissed her full on the lips, “I guess that should put an end to the nightmares, don’t you?” - The End - The Nightmare Is Always the Same The nightmare is always the same. "Get up!" A voice pierces through the ringing in my ears. "C'mon Mike! For fuck's sake, wake up!" My eyes flutter open. The ringing in my ears starts to subside, replaced by deafening gun shots. "Listen to me Mike!" The man kneeling above me screams frantically. "You've been hit son, right in the fucking stomach. Those fucking cunts outside have us surrounded!" As the man above me, Dylan his name, hoists me to my feet I become overwhelmed with a searing pain in the centre of my stomach. Holy fucking shit that hurts. "I have the money! Now let's get the fuck out of here!" He roars as he drags my half-conscious body toward the exit. My feet are dragging, vision is blurry and focusing is impossible. I'm bleeding hard from my abdomen. "Mike brother hang on I'm getting you through this!" I'm not gonna make it. "I'll fucking kill you if you die here Mike!" No, I have to make it. I can see the back door, c'mon push! You can fucking make it. I can't hear anymore. Dylan's shouts are replaced by ringing, weapons discharging and whistles as bullets cut the air. We're gonna make it. Not far left. A splitting pain, a blinding light and I'm on the floor. Through twinkling stars I see Dylan is lying beside me. His head gushing red, opened up. "Don't you dare fucking move, you fucking piece of shit!" is the last thing I hear. And then I wake up. A scream escapes by lips as the bang of the letter box opening sparks me awake. "Thompson!" A gruff voice echoed through the slit in the solid metal door. "Warden says you're getting a new bunkmate today. Now listen here I don't want any shit from you about it either. It's happening and it's just the way shit happens. So be ready in 15." The slit slammed shut and suddenly I was alone again. I lay back in my bunk, head resting on my sweat moistened pillow as the dream from last night came flooding back. Involuntarily I ran my fingers along the nub just beside my belly button. Realisation dawned on me. Wait what!? What's this about a new bunkmate? I have a deal with the warden. I run his little import business for him and in return I get a nice percentage of the profits and my own cell, I thought to myself. My hand jumped back from my stomach as the pain struck again. That weasel better not be up to something. Slowly, I clambered out of the top bunk and dropped to the ground. Routine took over. Bed made, teeth brushed, face and body cleaned and then dressed in dull, grey scrubs in almost record time. It was time to tidy my cell for my 'roommate'. Now my cell wouldn't be the typical prison cell that most failed bank robbers would be accustomed to. My little deal with the warden had me raking in money, well, it had me raking in money by prison standards anyway and on top of that I got this really nice cell. It has its own shower (albeit with about 3 minutes of hot water), a small portable television with a few channels, a PS2, a working toilet and sink and my own little bunk bed. Hell I even had a table and chairs to eat at. It's as nice as prison cells can be, and I enjoy the privacy. "Open cell 30!" The gruff voice yelled from the opposite side of the big, sturdy, metal door that holds me in my enclosure. A loud noise droned through the cellblock and the slammer swung open. The warden stepped through the barrier into my world for the first time in almost a year. Nobody came to my cell, unless it was to deliver food or deliver pain. As I have said before, I enjoy my privacy. The warden wasn't exactly what you'd call a looker, by any stretch of the imagination. He was a short man, possibly 5'8" and plump, plump like a barrel was plump. Grey tufts of curls falling over his sharp face. A furry moustache completing the look. "Thompson," He said with a nod, his nasally voice as irritating as always. "Today we have a new bunk mate for you," A hint of a grin crossing his mousy face. "Joe what the fuck are you talking about?" I reacted angrily, "You know we have a deal. I help you out, you help me out, and I get to keep my own cell. I don't want to share with no fuckin' junkie," I sighed. I had spent the first 4 month of my time in a cell with a heroin addict. At first he held his shit together but one night I awoke to find him standing over my bed, breathing heavily with a tourniquet strapped to his arm. Scariest shit I had ever seen! I decided there and then that I was getting my own cell. "Now if we could just talk about this I'm sure there's something else we could sort out," I pleaded, returning my mind to the matter at hand. Joe dismissed my protests with a wave of his hand and began to pace around the stone box I called home. His eyes examining the pictures I had stuck around the room the entire time. I stood, rooted to the spot as the small walking barrel suddenly reached forward and pulled a photograph from the wall. "Holy Shit Mike!" He squealed excitedly, turning the photograph in my direction, "Is this your wife?" Opening my mouth to respond I was immediately cut off, "She's the type of woman I can get behind. If you know what I'm saying!" His laugh echoed in the cell and I bit my tongue, holding anger back. No point in getting worked up over the taunting of an idiot, I told myself, and instead managed an obviously fake smile. "Anyway, back to the business at hand." He continued, "As you have already mentioned, we do have a deal. I am nothing if not a man of my word, Mr. Thompson. I would like to see our current arrangement continue for the foreseeable future." He sat on the unused bottom bunk and continued to admire the picture of my ex-girlfriend, Tina. "However, right now I'm in a predicament." He admitted, his eyes finally rose from the picture and he gave a slight chuckle. My eyes quickly narrowed on the red faced man, examining him for hints. "Well as you know I am an important man around these parts." A cocky smile forming on his smile, "And I have important friends. One of these friends has a son... His son is a bit... shall we say... feminine." He mocked, his eyes returning to my last remaining photograph of Tina. It was the only one I kept after she ended our relationship two months into my second year. I only kept it because she was in a... provocative pose and I didn't exactly have much masturbation fodder around here. "He done something stupid and got himself arrested. Now he's to be locked up here and my friend wants me to take care of him. You know, see that no erm... 'harm' comes his way." "This where you come in" He exclaimed, rising from the bunk and waving a hand in my general direction. "You're straight as an arrow so there's no fear of any... unwanted... advances," He mocked once again. I had a bad feeling about this. "You keep to yourself, you have excellent quarters here and best of all, you command respect in here, you can protect him from the animals that are in here." "What's in it for me?" "Well," He slid the photo into his back pocket, and turned to regard me. "For one thing, you won't end up in solitary confinement for the next month." He was bluffing, he had to be. There was no way he would put me into solitary, I was too important to him. He was a greedy son of a bitch and he wasn't exactly going to risk his earnings, or was he? "And two," he continued, "If no complaints about the treatment of his son reach his ears. You will be in for a very, very easy time in here Mr. Thompson. I can assure you of that." "Done," I responded. It was a no brainer. As much as I hated the warden, when he made promises they were always carried out. It's not like the kid was going to have a target painted on his back anyway. I mean how hard could it be to look out for him? "But I don't want to get into any trouble with the guards for carrying out my duties, understand?" I finished. "Fantastic!" The short man squealed, "It looks like my problems have solved themselves," and with that he was out the door. "Prisoner 21856, you may now enter." The hoarse voice from earlier commanded. I held my breath in anticipation, fearing the worst. My ears pricked as I heard the delicate patter of footsteps approaching the door, they were extremely light. The owner could not have been more than 120 lbs. The step gots closer and my new cellmate entered the cell, and my life changed forever. The person who walked through the door was nothing like I had been imagining. I was expecting a rebellious 20-something to walk through the door with a big shitting eating grin on his face, knowing his father had the warden in his pocket. What walked in was something different however, something very different. There had to be a mistake. The door slammed shut behind my new cellmate and I had to take a step back to take him in. Or I should say her in, because this was no man. Walking through the door was a young girl, possibly early 20's. Her petite frame covered by her frame. A beautiful face adorned by piercing emeralds, which while giving off a strong sense of terror, still sparkled in an intensely breathtaking way. Her flawless porcelain skin was accentuated by fiery auburn hair, which gave a sense of purity to the crimson beauty. The testament to beauty gracefully brushed passed without as much as a passing glance, her hips swinging gracefully as she done so. A sweet distinctly feminine smell wafted to my nostrils. Roses. I hadn't smelled a sweeter smell in years. My heart almost skipped a beat as I stood glued to the spot. Eyes mashed shut, basking in the smell. A soft, gentle voice from behind me pulled me back to my senses, "So, we have our own shower?" it enquired. This made no sense to me. This was a men's prison. The warden distinctly stated that it was a good friend's son that was going to be living here from now on. Didn't he? Yet here was a very feminine, very sexy girl here. She didn't even have a slightly masculine voice. It just didn't make sense. "Yeah..." I eventually croaked, at a loss for words. "We have our own TV too, and sink and somewhere to eat," I gestured toward the amenities our forced home had to offer "It's all the comforts of home really," I laughed awkwardly and smiled. She half-heartedly returned my smile and plonked herself onto the bottom bunk. With a sigh she lay on her side, facing the wall and away from me. I stood, frozen on the spot for a moment before words finally formed in my mind. As I was about to speak to the girl (boy?) a loud buzz rang over the intercom, signalling the start of work. "Don't worry" I spoke to the girls back. "There's no work for your first couple of days, relax here and get used to the place. You're going to be spending a lot of time here." There was no sound from her, no movement from the bed. "Well anyway the remote is under my pillow. We have a few channels but we mostly only get black and white movies and the news. It kinda sucks to be honest but I make do." Still no sound from the girl, still no movement. "The first few days are always the hardest. Everything is gonna be okay. It always is." I added, before I left her to her new home. -------- After a few hours of my 'laundry work' the usual sound buzzed again over the 'com. It was quitting time. Throughout work I couldn't get the girl out of my mind. Wrestling with questions. Was is a joke? Was it a mistake? Was she a shemale? Damn, she was pretty though. I flashed back to when she first entered my cell. Her gorgeous eyes, sexy lips, perfect white teeth. Fuck it, I decided, I was going to march straight back to the cell and find out what was going on. That wasn't a man in my cell, it was a bona fide girl. It had to be. My mind began to race. What if it's not a girl? What if it actually is a man? Do I have feelings for a boy? No way, I drilled into my own brain, I've never even considered a man in a sexual way before and I certainly wasn't going to start in prison. "What if it is a man though?" I asked myself again. "How am I going to spend the next 2 years in a cell with a man who looks like THAT?" When I entered my cell it's new tenant was laying on her bunk watching a black and white movie from long before I was born. She glanced quickly at me and managed a weak smile, before returning to look at her movie. She must have been crying, her eyes looked blotchy and sore. Nerve suddenly draining from me, I proceeded to the washing area. I quickly washed up and climbed onto my bunk, grabbed a book and began to read. A mind crushingly silent hour passed at a snail's pace, interrupted only the occasional soft giggle or 'aww' coming from below me. "Lights out!" Screamed my schedule keeper from the hall outside and I was in total darkness. The lights and TV powering off simultaneously. I heard shuffling in the bed below me and I reckoned Sarah must have been getting ready to sleep. As soon as the shuffling stopped I worked up the nerve. I decided it was now or never. It'd be a lot easier to talk from up on my bunk, at least then my eyes wouldn't betray my judgement. "Hey." I said meekly, and instantly cringed at myself, "What's your name?" "Sarah," She replied after a brief pause, her delicate voice soothing my nerves, "What's yours?" "It's uh... Mike," I returned, "Hey, eh... Sarah. Listen there's something I need to ask you..." "My birth name isn't Sarah obviously, it's Shawn. I've been taking hormone tablets for as long as I can remember. Way before any manly... attributes developed." She spoke quickly, as if trying to get it said before I could interrupt. "And for as long as I can remember I've always been a girl. One day I spoke to my mom and told her how I felt and from that day on I've been Sarah." Her voice returned to her normal pace as she seemed to relax, "Does that answer your question?" "Yeah kind of," I said, before continuing my questioning, "but... what are you in for? Why are you in a men's prison? I mean just look at you, there's no way you belong in here with us sickos." "Well to answer your second question, it's because I'm a man, well technically I'm a man. You can't argue with a birth cert I suppose. Father tried to get me into Ashdale Women's next door but since the law doesn't differentiate between men and transsexuals I had to come here. Which sucks." I placed my head in my hands and squeezed my eyes shut. Deep down I knew she was a transsexual but I didn't want to believe it. She was so gorgeous that I wanted her to be female. A pang of regret washed over my body and I felt disgusted at myself for checking her out. This place must be getting to me, I hopelessly tried to reason with myself, it's only because I haven't seen a woman in so long. "To answer your first question..." She continued, her voice slowing to a crawl, "I snuck out one night with my best friend Laura and we decided to go to a party with some of her guy friends." She paused. Silence consuming the room. "And?" I encouraged her on. "Well, I got drunk, really drunk. I got talking to this guy and he was so nice and wonderful to me. He whispered into my ear and told me I was the most beautiful girl in the room. He made me feel so special..." Her usually delicate voice filled with pain, as if holding back tears. "One thing led to another and we were making out in his room. I was so desperate for attention that I ripped his clothes off him right away. I needed him to fuck me so badly..." As I lay taking in her story my mind began to play out the events she was describing, my cock at full attention. Sarah, straddling me with both legs, locked in a burning embrace, ripping my clothes off and begging me to fuck her. I passionately obliged, tearing her clothes her body and jamming my pulsating member into her dripping pussy. Demanding I fuck her harder as I hilt my cock deep in her sex. I involuntarily began to rub my dick, locked in my dream world with Sarah. "He seemed to be more interested in getting my clothes off though," Sarah continued, snapping me back to reality. "I was so nervous. I didn't know he was going to react. He eventually got me naked and when he did he..." Another brief pause, "flipped out! 'What the fuck you have a dick!' he screamed and I was mortified. Everything I had been fearful of my entire life proved to be true. I was a freak. He grabbed me by the neck and screamed about me tricking him into it. I uh... hit him with a bottle and he collapsed. He went into a coma and I get slapped with an aggravated assault charge and sent here." "You wanna know the worst part?" She carried on her story, "My dad refused to get me any help because he can't have him having a 'dirty lady boy' for a child getting out. So I get punished for trying to save my life from a lunatic! And now I'm in here with rapists and murderers and scary people and all I tried to do was get him off me!" She wasn't holding the tears back anymore. "And the warden told me that I'm in big trouble in here because the other inmates will see a girl and go crazy for me. He said they are going to hurt me and rape me and I'm so scared! I can't survive in here!" Sarah sobbed, struggling to get the words out. I descended from my bunk and climbed in beside the hysterical goddess. "Listen to me Sarah," I grabbed her by both arms and turned her to face me. "I umm... I sell drugs. Lots of drugs." I tried a stupid chuckle to cheer her up and she pulled her hands away from her face to look at me with her big beautiful eyes, "I'm the only man who can get alcohol and drugs into this prison. Nobody is going to touch you as long as you're here with me okay?" "R-really?" She whimpered. I stared into her eyes and her into mine. If anything, her crying made her more beautiful. She looked so vulnerable, so pretty, so girly. My mind was starting to betray me. Just kiss her. Do it. I could feel my cock start to stir in my boxers. Every fibre of my being telling me to grab this gorgeous girl and ravish her. She finally broke the silence. "What's in it for you? Why would you help me?" Because you're beautiful, I thought before the realisation of what I was thinking dawned on me, "Because I'm not going to sit here for the next two years listening to you fucking cry about this okay? Now lie down and get some sleep, stop worrying about shit that's not going to happen." I said, aggression pouring out. Sarah was taken aback. My outburst coming from nowhere. I hastily retreated back to my bunk and lay staring at the ceiling. I had to come to my senses. Sexy or not this was something I couldn't even think about. Throughout my life I had never even thought about transsexuals or the possibility of me being with one. I was a straight man, there is no way I could be thinking about having sex with someone who had a dick, it just doesn't work like that. What the fuck is happening to me? "Mike?" Sarah broke the silence, rescuing me from myself. "Yeah?" "Thanks," "Don't worry about it now go to sleep." I muttered before giving up on my thoughts and drifting off. --- The nightmare is always the same. "Get up!" A voice pierces through the ringing in my ears. "C'mon Mike! For fuck's sake, wake up!" My eyes flutter open. The ringing in my ears starts to subside, replaced by deafening gun shots. "Listen to me Mike!" The man kneeling above me screams frantically. "You've been hit son, right in the fucking stomach. Those fucking cunts outside have us surrounded!" As the man above me, Dylan his name, hoists me to my feet I become overwhelmed with a searing pain in the centre of my stomach. Holy fucking shit that hurts. "I have the money! Now let's get the fuck out of here!" He roars as he drags my half-conscious body toward the exit My feet are dragging, vision is blurry and focusing is impossible. I'm bleeding hard from my abdomen. "Mike brother hang on I'm getting you through this!" I'm not gonna make it. "I'll fucking kill you if you die here Mike!" No, I have to make it. I can see the back door, c'mon push! You can fucking make it. I can't hear anymore. Dylan's shouts are replaced by ringing, weapons discharging and whistles as bullets cut the air. We're gonna make it. Not far left. A splitting pain, a blinding light and I'm on the floor. Through twinkling stars I see Dylan is lying beside me. His head gushing red, opened up. "Don't you dare fucking move, you fucking piece of shit!" is the last thing I hear. And then I wake up. The Nightmare Is Always the Same I violently jerked forward into an upright position. Beads of sweat rolling down my body as the panic from the previous night's dream continued to pulsate throughout my body. "Mike, Mike!" A soft voice split the darkness. My eyes struggled to adjust as I sought out the source. "Mike," The intruder continued, now starting to shake me out of my stupor. Through squinted eyes I finally focused on the voice's source. Sarah was standing in the darkness, moonlight highlighting her incredible visage. "Are you okay?" She spoke softly again. "You were making a lot of noise. Thrashing and turning in your sleep. Were you having bad dreams?" A soft smile spread across her face. "Yeah, something like that," I groaned back, panic eventually starting to dull. "You should go back to sleep." "Do you want to talk about it?" "No Sarah I don't want to talk about it. Go to sleep." "But..." "Sarah seriously go back to sleep!" "Fine." I lay back on the slightly uncomfortable mattress and squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to keep my mind off the robbery, so I thought about anything that could keep my mind off it. I thought about sports, I thought about winning the lottery when I'm out and the many ways to spend it and for a moment my mind drifted to Sarah, and then I was asleep. --- The next day was pretty much uneventful. I worked as usual, ate as usual and went to my cell as usual. The only difference today was that my mind was preoccupied. I couldn't keep my mind off Sarah. As hard as I tried, as much as I wanted to. As I walked back to my cell, I managed a chuckle at the situation. Here I was having an internal struggle about Sarah. A girl who mightn't even find me attractive anyway, no matter how I felt about her gender. But that was when I realised the most surprising thing of all, the thought of Sarah not finding me attractive actually hurt. I needed her to want me. I shook the thought from my head. What was coming over me? I turned and entered the room and Sarah was already there. On all fours trying to slide something under her bed. I tried to look away but my body wouldn't let me, every fibre of my being betraying me. I felt a bolt of lightning strike my cock as I watched her perfectly formed ass sway. I could feel my cock almost tent my pants and my hand involuntarily started to rub it. I quickly adjusted myself and let out a cough letting her know I was back. My cough must have scared her because she leapt onto her bed, banging her head off the bottom of my bunk. I couldn't help but laugh as she blushed violently red, rubbing her head and yelping. "Are you alright?" I said, while closing the cell door. I sat on a chair and looked over at her, still laughing gently. "Yeah, I'm good," She replied, still as red as ever, except now she was managing a shy smile. "You scared me!" She walked over to the opposite chair smacking me playfully on the shoulder as she passed. My eyes drifting to her apple shaped ass. "Mike why are you in prison?" She bluntly asked and then quickly excused herself, "Sorry I didn't mean to be so blunt." She blushed once again. I laughed at her embarrassment, "It's okay, seriously, I don't mind." I said and smiled, "My brother Dylan was a criminal. Big time stuff. He was a lot older than me and he used to rob banks with this gang he was in or something," I continued, glancing down at the table after my eyes met hers,, "Well he had a lot of money and my brother kept it in a safe untraceable place, and I thought my brother was so cool. I used to see his lifestyle and think 'I want that', you know?" I looked up at her and she was staring intently at me now, "Well I convinced him to do one last job, I was 18 at the time and needed cash badly." I smiled weakly and continued with my story, "He decided to let me in, one big job to sort me for life. Put my through college and get me a house... Well Dylan, me and three others decided to do the job and we went in." I stopped and looked up at her, she had an encouraging smile on her face and she was emanating warmness. It made me want to talk about it, "and it went to shit." I spoke gravely, "Cops surrounded the place, we had no hostages so the bullets went flying. Dylan wouldn't allow me a gun so I had to hide and in the crossfire I got hit in the stomach by a stray bullet." I ran my hand across the bullet wound scar. "I guess I passed out or something because the next thing I know Dylan is helping me out of the bank and..." My breath caught in my throat, fighting to pass the rock that had now formed in it, "Uh... the cops stormed the place and that was it. They shot Dylan in the back of the head and it was all over. I cracked my head off the ground and got arrested. I barely survived," I looked at Sarah and saw tears streaming down her face. She wiped the tears from her eyes and reached for my hand. I looked at it hesitantly before gripping it tight. "You know, the thing is, as I lay there staring at Dylan I remember thinking to myself. This is all my fault. I was the one who convinced him to do this job. After that I still fucked up by getting shot. If I hadn't of gotten shot he would have been out the door and still alive today..." "You can't blame yourself for getting shot," Sarah interrupted, "It's not your fault..." "Yeah, maybe you might be right," I agreed. I quickly stood up and wiped my tears away. "Anyway what's done is done, the other guys got 18 years, I got 7 years because I didn't have a gun and only have 2 left. I came to prison, knew how to handle myself and got a sweet deal with the warden, so everything's not as grim as it seems." Sarah rose from her chair, rushed to me and quickly slid her hand up my top. Her fiery touch sent shockwaves through my body, I closed my eyes and surrendered to her touch. She gently glided her delicate fingers tracing a burning line leading from my belt line to my scar and slowly back again. I looked down at her and she was staring into my eyes. She walked over to her bunk and patted a spot next to her. I joined her and she gave me a shy smile. "I finally think I'm gonna be okay here," I cocked an eyebrow, "Oh do you now?" I smiled and leaned back against the wall, Sarah following suit, "How you gonna last around here if a cough nearly knocks you out?" I laughed heartily and received another playful smack on the shoulder before Sarah joined me in laughter. When I turned back to look at her she was staring at me, eyes twinkling. I looked deep into her eyes, gaze transfixed. A lone lock of burning hair fell from her head, I slowly reached out and pushed it behind her ear, my eyes never leaving hers. Her gaze intoxicating. Looking into her eyes granted me a sense of peace. Everything bad in my life, everything I had ever done wrong just didn't matter anymore. I felt electric. My cock was tearing a hole in my boxers, screaming to get loose, begging to take the object of its passion. I decided I was gonna do it. Rebuke me or not, I had to at least try. My heart was beating a hole in my chest, sending a pulsation throughout my body that needed to escape through my cock. I went for broke, I leaned in, eyes closed and her lips met mine. The greatest wave of pleasure I had ever felt until this moment enveloped me. I had never experienced a feeling like this before. Her soft, velvety lips mashed against mine and I could taste the mint on her breath, I could smell the sweet feminine smell that emanated from her body. I pulled her into my lap, still locked in our embrace and started to run my hands along her body, starting at her hips and ending on her tits. Her hands intertwined in my hair and she pulled deeper me into the kiss. The throbbing in my dick was increasing, I was tethering on the edge of orgasm. Sarah lifted slightly from my lap and sat down again, trapping my cock between her toned ass cheeks. The passion in our kiss intensified as she slid up and down the length of my dick, her tongue invading my mouth and my hands seeking out her soft mounds of flesh. Her tits were less than a handful but they belonged on her body, so soft and natural. A sexy moan escaped her lips as I massaged and pinched her nipples, grinding my hips against her backside in a desperate attempt to get myself off. My hands left her nipples and I gripped her t-shirt, sliding it up and over her head before pulling her back into our embrace. The sounds of slurping and heavy breathing becoming music to my ears. "LIGHTS OUT!" Screamed a guard from beyond our nest. A loud crack interrupted our passion and the room suddenly fell into darkness. Sarah leapt off me as soon as the lights went out, senses seemingly returning to her. "I uh... have to sleep now!" She breathed, "You should really go to your bunk!" Although my eyes still had not adjusted to the darkness, I could make out her silhouette wiping her mouth with one hand and the other reaching for her t-shirt. I sat back against the cold hard wall, expressionless, wordless and literally about to explode in my pants. We sat for half a minute in total silence before Sarah spoke again, breath slowly returning to her, "Mike..." she started and then stopped. Finally deciding that it was time to go, I climbed out of her bunk and was about to ascend into my own when Sarah gripped me around my waist in a tender hug. We stayed entirely still for a moment before she climbed into her bed and I into mine. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes, fully confident that I had felt a pretty big bulge press against me during our hug... --- The nightmare is always the same. "Get up!" A voice pierces through the ringing in my ears. "C'mon Mike! For fuck's sake, wake up!" My eyes flutter open. The ringing in my ears starts to subside, replaced by deafening gun shots. "Listen to me Mike!" The man kneeling above me screams frantically. "You've been hit son, right in the fucking stomach. Those fucking cunts outside have us surrounded!" As the man above me, Dylan, hoists me to my feet I become overwhelmed with a searing pain in the centre of my stomach. Holy fucking shit that hurts. "I have the money! Now let's get the fuck out of here!" He roars as he drags my half-conscious body toward the exit. My feet are dragging, vision is blurry and focusing is impossible. I'm bleeding hard from my abdomen. "Mike brother hang on I'm getting you through this!" I'm not gonna make it. "I'll fucking kill you if you die here Mike!" No, I have to make it. I can see the back door, c'mon push! You can fucking make it. I can't hear anymore. Dylan's shouts are replaced by ringing, weapons discharging and whistles as bullets cut the air. We're gonna make it. Not far left. Suddenly, the back door opens and a brilliant white light shines through it. Sarah is there and she extends her hand to me. "Don't worry," She says to me, "Take my hand." I reach out, grab it and she pulls me through the door. Then I wake up. I jolted awake. Rubbing my eyes, as they try to adjust to the darkness. No screams tonight, no thrashing, no turning. The dream was different, I thought to myself and stared out at the moonlit sky. Heavy breathing interrupted my thoughts and I froze, ears primed for the sound. It was then I noticed that my bunk was rocking ever so gently. Sarah continued to breathe heavily and my ears perked at the sound of someone jerking off. She must be masturbating. My dick almost exploded at that instant. The thought that an extremely beautiful woman was in the bunk below me, stroking her dick, hopefully wishing I was fucking her was too much to bear. I pushed off my blanket and freed my dick. My cock, finally freed, bobbed on it's own accord, blood filling it to the brim. I wrapped my hand around the rock hard shaft and slowly started to slide along the length until I reached the bulbous head and back again. In my mind, Sarah's lips were wrapped around my cock as she expertly sucked and licked my member, milking it for all it was worth. A moan escaped my lips and a gasp escaped Sarah's and we both froze in place. A long moment passed before I decided I didn't care anymore, and starting sliding my hand up and down my length again, massaging my shaft and teasing the sensitive mushroom head, using my dripping pre-cum as lubricant. I began to breathe heavily and let moans escape freely. At some point Sarah must have re-joined me in jerking off, as I could now hear her moans get faster and louder as the bunk shook from both our frantic wanking. I pictured Sarah on her knees in front of me, her perfect, perky tits bare to the world as my cum pooled in her mouth and dripped off her chin. Her hand wrapped around her womanhood, furiously pumping it, desperate to ejaculate. I heard a strong series of moans and groans from below me I guessed Sarah must have finally blown her load. The thought spurned me on and the image in my head reformed completely. Sarah was lying on her back with my dick buried deep in her ass. Her eyes were shut tight and she was biting her bottom lip as I pumped furiously into her depths, my balls slapping off her ass cheeks with each powerful thrust. Her tits covered in her own cum and her deflated member lay spent on her stomach. My hand picked up speed and the feeling I so desperately needed burst forth from my balls and blasted a torrent of cum from my manhood. A mixture of pent up cum and raw sexual desire ensured that the wave of pleasure that erupted in my body was the greatest I had ever felt and blast after blast of my cum covered my body. My hand continued to furiously pump the deflating shaft until my entire body felt spent. When I finally pumped the last few drops out of my cock I lay perfectly still. Thick ropes of cum were rapidly cooling on my abdomen. There was no longer any sound in the room with the exception of the hard, quick panting that was being shared between me and Sarah. A strong smell of musk and cum filled the air. I lay awake in the blissful moonlight, tired and spent from the act. I realised I no longer cared how Sarah was born. She was beautiful and amazing and to be honest the dick between her legs only made her hotter. I knew then I would never let anything happen to her. Anyone in here who hurt her was going to have to answer to me. I was gonna do everything in my power to keep her safe. "Good night Mike," Sarah whispered to break the deafening silence. "Good night Sarah," I replied and drifted into a deep sleep. --- The next day I awoke to the buzz of the intercom and the clanking metal of the slammer opening. Memories of the night before brought an instantaneous smile to my face. I hung from the side of the bunk, hoping to see the object of my desires. Almost like clockwork the porcelain goddess below me hopped off her bed and made a hurried exit from the cell. I lay back into my bed and replayed the events of the previous night in my head. Instantaneous fear swept throughout my entire body, my heart telling me that Sarah was regretting last night. I slowly climbed from my bunk and completed my morning ritual and hastily left my cell for work. The next week seemed to pass at a snail's pace. I barely saw or spoke to Sarah. When I returned to the cell at evening time she was either 'sleeping' or looking at a movie and unwilling to have much conversation. Occasionally, I got some words out of her. Stuff like where she was placed to work, how she was getting along well with the other inmates. She had made a friend, Billy his name was. A 'funny and charming guy,' according to her. I knew who he was instantly. In fairness to the guy he was pretty decent. He was in for selling 'pharmaceuticals' as he called them, and besides his chronic pot smoking I didn't have any real complaints about him, although he could be hot-tempered. So why did I hate him so much right now? In addition she told me how she hadn't had any trouble with any other inmates. They must be well aware of the consequences they would face should good ol' governor Joe catch the man who harms her. I like to think I was happy to see her making friends, but if I was being totally honest with myself, it had been devastating me inside that she just seemed to cut me out completely. I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart. The whole week my nightmares continued to disturb my dreams. It was the one of the lowest points in my already troubled life. However, a week to the day after the night spent masturbating with Sarah, everything changed again. ___________ Work passed by in a whirlwind that day. My first customer of the day made a passing comment about Sarah and how someone was going to eventually make her their bitch and from that point on my head was at dinner time. My head played out endless possible scenarios of what was to happen. I knew deep down that something was going to kick off, it wasn't safe for her here. How could it possibly be? How could I have possibly figured that I was going to be able to protect her from all the scumbags who shared our home of stone and metal? When the 'com eventually buzzed us to our quasi-freedom I rushed to the canteen. I scanned the room looking for Sarah, or more importantly, for trouble involving Sarah. To mixed feelings I noticed her sitting at her usually place. Billy, of course her companion sitting across from her and staring at her like a love-struck kid. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, causing her to erupt in a fit of laughter. Jealous returned; she was enjoying herself with him. "Little prick." I muttered to myself and after grabbing my food, took an empty seat beside some friends where I could have a good view of Sarah the whole time. Feeling slightly like a stalker, I half conversed with my friends. She must have noticed that I was watching her because she suddenly met my glance and beamed a bright smile toward me which I happily returned. Billy, not happy that she wasn't fully appreciating his story-telling anymore, stole a quick glance at me before changing his expression and turning back to face Sarah. "How dare you?" I could hear him say, "I thought you were going to be mine!" he spat at her. "Are you fucking Mike or something?" His rage apparent in his voice. "No, Billy!" She whispered, fear dominating her posture. "It's not like that. Anyway me and you are just friends!" A screech chorused around the hall as his chair slid back when he launched himself at Sarah, violently grabbing at her. Shouting and jeering echoed throughout hall, as he caught hold of her. Anger erupted through my veins and I leapt from my chair, I ran to the table and caught Billy square in the chest with a tackle. I guess high school football was actually helpful for something. "Fuck, Mike! I'm sorry man I just lost it!" He cried from beneath me. I didn't care, I was going to send a message to any of these other fuckers who would attempt anything. So I hit him. And hit him. And hit him. Rage dominated my perception and I could no longer hear the jeers, just a violet thumping in my ears. I kept hitting him until a guard seemed to decide to upstage me and demonstrated his best Brian Urlacher impression on me before pinning me to the ground and handcuffing me. As I got dragged off to the warden's office I caught a passing glance at Sarah being ushered away by 3 prison guards, pain etched across her face. The trip to the wardens went exactly as expected. He told me I was to be punished, but since he himself had told me to protect Sarah he sent me on my way. My little spat with Billy almost caused a riot in the canteen I was informed upon my exit from the office. All prisoners had been returned to their cells and a 24 hour lockdown had been declared.. "Perfect," was the first thought that crossed my mind. Now I can spend more time with Sarah. Maybe I would finally find out what was bothering her. "Hey!" The man guarding the warden's office door called to me before I left, "You aren't fucking her are you?" He quizzed, eyes narrowing beneath his furred brow. The Nightmare Is Always the Same "No I'm not fucking her," I informed him. But I plan to be. I smiled at the thought and headed back to my cell. - A loud metal clank announced the locking of the cell door upon my entrance. Sarah leapt up from her bunk and hurried to me. Her feminine hips swaying as she approached. "Mike!" Sarah said and looked at me through scalded eyes. She must have been hysterical after the fight I reasoned. Usually, a causing uproar like I did would result in a month in solitary confinement. She must have feared the worst for me. I imagined the horror that would ensue had I been placed in solitary. The combination of both being away from her for so long and not knowing how she was coping in this hellhole would be enough to drive me to insanity and I decided that that was not something I was willing to deal with. "Hush Sarah," I whispered, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you." It was now or never. It had to be said. "I can't stop thinking of you Sarah. I spent 5 years here alone and I thought I loved it, the alone part that is, not prison. But it was only when you came along that I realised that that was not something that I really wanted. At first I fought as hard as I could and I didn't want it to be true. The more time I spent with you the more I realised that I would never be happy again unless I was spending my time with you." "Mike," She placed her hand on my face, "I've been waiting for you to say something this past week. All this time I thought you were going to reject me because of who I used to be and I was so scared. I thought you would never want someone like me," She had tears in her eyes now. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bunk. "Sarah Archer," I said, "I want to spend not only my prison life with you, but I want you after prison, and after that, and that, and every day until I die. I'm not going to take no for an answer because I know you feel the same about me." I pulled her into a loving embrace and pushed my lips against hers with incredible vigour. We lingered in the moment, embracing it for everything it was, Sarah's tongue slid into my mouth and I met it with passion. Sarah broke off her kiss for a brief moment before pulling her top over her head, freeing the magnificent tits which had been the object of my fantasy since I first laid eyes on her. "You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I don't care what you have between your legs. I love you Sarah." "I love you too Mike." Sarah said and before I could react she pounced on me, lips mashing against mine, hands roaming my body until she found my scar, which she passed over gently, before resuming her frantic rush to remove my clothes. We both laughed between kissing as we stripped the clothing from each other, passion consuming both of us. After losing my clothes to Sarah's onslaught I decided it was my turn to take control. I reached up and grabbed her hands, holding them behind her head as I broke off our kiss and went for her sensitive nipples. I slowly kissed from her lips so her ear, tracing a line along her jaw, down her throat until finally I took her nipple into my mouth. My tongue traced circles around her sensitive nub and I bit down gently. A moan escaped Sarah's lips and I let go of her hands, allowing me to put my hands to better use. I quickly slid my hands to Sarah's hips and in one fluid motion, slipped her pants off, freeing her girly member. Sarah escaped from my grasp and stared at me quizzically, hoping to gauge my reaction to seeing her naked body for the first time. It was everything I imagined. I scanned my eyes along every inch of her glorious body. With a small giggle she placed her hands on her hips and pulled her sexiest pose. Her porcelain skin was made all the more beautiful by the complete absence of any type of hair beneath her neck. My eyes eventually rested on her girl-cock and she bit her lip in anticipation of my reaction. It was bigger than I expected, almost too big for her body. However, it almost seemed... feminine. The colour was softer, it's veins less pronounced. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and it didn't matter if she had a cock. It was a cock attached to a girl and that was all the mattered to me. I acted on instinct and leaned forward, placing my head between her legs and kissed the tip of her cock. "M-Mike!" She half gasped half moaned, "Are you sure about this?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life," I informed her, before ordering her to sit on the edge of the bed. When she complied with my orders I dropped to my knees and sucked her throbbing head between my lips. I had absolutely no idea how to give a blowjob as I had never even entertained the idea before today, so I decided to go with it and just try to emulate what I like a girl to do and hope for the best. I popped the head of her member out of my mouth and pulled back her foreskin, exposing her sensitive glans. I ran my tongue along her head and tasted the musky pre-cum dripping from her. I popped the head back into my mouth and ran my tongue along her sensitive tip. I reached for her balls and began rolling them around in my hand, intensifying her pleasure.. Sarah reached down and placed her hands in my hair, applying pressure to push me further down her cock. I gave into her demands and slowly took inch by inch of her cock into my mouth, stopping only when her mushroom head reached my throat. Sarah let out a long groan of satisfaction and I almost smiled around her bulging cock. I couldn't believe how hard I was. I was on my knees in a prison cell with a beautiful girl's cock lodged deep in my mouth and all I could think about was swallowing her cum. I looked up at Sarah and her face was scrunched up, eyes forced shut. She was playing with her nipples with one hand and guiding my bobbing head up and down her length with the other. I relaxed my throat to allow her more access and took her cock as far into my throat as I could, eyes watering as I gagged on her head. "Oh my god Mike," Sarah said between muffled moans, "Your throat is so tight. I'm not gonna last much longer," I closed my lips on her cock as she pushed my head further into her lap, vigorously fucking my throat. Copious amounts of pre-cum was drooling from her slit and it pooled at the back of my throat. I felt another hand on my head and the hung siren who was fucking my mouth, pulled her cock out of me and began to slide her hand up and down it, teasing me relentlessly. I swallowed the pre-cum and stared hungrily at her dick. My mouth watered as it longed for her pole to invade it again, almost crying out for her cum. "You want me to cum baby?" My lover moaned, still stroking her juicy member. "Yes baby, I want that," I said, desperate for her attention, I was on the verge of cumming without touching myself. Pre-cum leaked from my dick and I jerked my dick in tandem with hers. "Am I your girlfriend?" She asked suddenly, pulling a sexy pout before running her cock head along my lips. "You're my girlfriend, my lover, my everything." I responded and reached out for her cock, taking the rock hard shaft in my hand and stroking it. A look of pure delight washed over her face as she realised I was now hers and her mine. She guided my head back onto her cock and I bobbed furiously. All I wanted now was to get her cum. I needed a reward for my hard work. I needed her to gush in my mouth. "Tell me to cum baby, tell your girlfriend you want her to blow a load in your mouth!" She moaned, through gritted teeth. "Mmpf!" I mumbled, unable to form coherent words while she was bucking her hips, forcing her cock further into my throat. Sarah cried out and gripped my head tight with both hands, holding my head in place as she completely hilted her cock in my throat. I felt her cock pulsate and she unleashed wave after wave of her hot cum into my mouth. Girly moans joined the slurping and sucking that was ringing throughout the cell as Sarah continued to unload in my mouth. I quickly swallowed the first load and a second thick rope flooded my mouth which happily gulped down again. After Sarah unloaded every drop into my eager throat I let the rapidly deflating cock slip from my mouth and I licked the stray cum from it, before deep throating it one last time. Wiping the cum from my lips and chin I rose from my knees and sat on the bed next to her. "You don't know what you mean to me" She cooed, leaning in against my chest. "Before you nobody wanted to touch me because I had a cock. Now here I am with an amazing guy who just sucked my dick. Who would have known I would be so thankful to be in prison?" She joked and kissed me. I kissed along her jawline to her ear and whispered, "Well I hope there's plenty more where we're going." I grinned, gripping her cock in my hand and biting her ear. "I think it's time to return the favour," Sarah said, in a lame attempt at a sexy voice. "I'm going to swallow every last drop of your cum, boyfriend." She added with a wink. It was weird hearing her try to sound slutty, and it only seemed to make her sound cuter but right now all I cared about now was pumping her with cum. She kissed me, and slid down my body between my legs. She planted a wet kiss on the tip of my cock and my eyes fluttered shut. A warm wetness enveloped my cock and I realised she had taken it into her mouth. I groaned loudly and could feel my balls churning, I was already worked up from sucking Sarah's cock and I was going to burst at any minute. Her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft and the resulting pleasure caused stars to appear in my vision. I looked down and met her gaze, wide eyed looking at me while my cock continued to disappear between her lips. Her perfect little mouth felt wonderful wrapped around my throbbing cock. Sarah's tongue ran along the underside of my shaft and she slid the shaft almost completely out of her mouth. She kissed the tip and deep throated me again. The pleasure was becoming too much for me to handle. I had to warn her before I exploded in her throat. "Sarah!" I warned, "Get ready I'm gonna cum!" "No!" She almost shouted as the sultry vixen released me from her suction. "Don't cum like this. I want you to make a woman out of me. I'm still a virgin and you've never fucked... someone like me before... so I think it would be special to lose our virginities together." She looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes and I couldn't resist her, I lifted her from her knees and pulled her into my lap. Grabbing my slopping wet cock, I guided it between her butt cheeks and pressed it against her opening. Slowly, she started to lower her hips and I felt the head of my cock pop past her sphincter. Sarah gasped as the air vacated her lungs as the intruding member slid further into her ass, inch by inch being enveloped by her tight opening. "Don't move!" Sarah breathed as she tried to get used to my cock. I held my cock in place, hilted in her perfect ass and had to grit my teeth to stop myself from emptying a load into her right there. I had never fucked a 'pussy' as tight as this before and the sensations were almost becoming too much for me. "Okay you can move," Sarah cooed, "I can take it now." She began to slowly slide up and down the length of my cock. I took one of her sensitive nipples into my mouth and began to suck on it gently, enjoying the sounds my well-hung lover was making while she bounced on my dick. Sarah pulled my head off her nipple and mashed her lips against mine, her tongue sliding between my lips, which I met with similar passion. My balls began to churn and I decided to take over. I began to furiously pump my cock in and out of her ass. Sarah broke off our kiss and bit down hard on my shoulder, grunts and groans escaping her lips perfectly in rhythm with my bucking hips. I grabbed hold of my lover's hips and flipped her into the missionary position, my steel pole never leaving her ass. "Cum in me Mike!" Sarah moaned as I continued my assault of her backdoor, "Cum in my ass baby." Her moans becoming more strained and more satisfying as I pumped my iron rod in and out of her anus. My full balls began to ache and I knew it wouldn't be long before I spewed my seed into her bowels. I removed one hand from her hip and placed it on her cock and began to pump it furiously, pounding her prostate with my cock at the same time, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. The sounds of our passionate lovemaking dominated my mind and I picked up speed. Suddenly, without warning Sarah's anal walls clamped down hard on my dick as she came hard, covering her stomach and tits in her girly cum. The sudden tightness was unbearable and jolts of electricity erupted in my body passing through my balls and out through my cock. I mashed my lips against Sarah's returning to our passionate kiss as I came deep in her ass, coating her insides in my sperm. Sarah continued to buck against my dick as her tight passage milked every drop of cum from me. Spent I collapsed on top of my lover, and rolled into a spooning position, my now-flaccid cock resting between her ass cheeks, my now running down her leg. I held her close with one arm and placed my other hand on her dick. "I love you so much!" Sarah whispered, eyes closed and breathing heavily. "I love you too Sarah. Let's get some sleep." I said and kissed her neck, before drifting to sleep. A dreamless sleep. The Nightmare Jar AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written as a counterpoint to "The Dream Jar", submitted simultaneously. The story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If that is not your thing, please feel free to move on. Civil comments welcome. * Dennis trembled when he heard the key fumbling in the lock at the front door. In a panic he grabbed the remote and turned off the television and scrambled to his feet, stepping away from the screen so she wouldn't suspect he'd been watching. As it was he would have a difficult time explaining why he wasn't in the bedroom as she had instructed; he hadn't expected her home so soon after her last text. He wasn't afraid of her, but she could be a little mean when her instructions weren't followed, and he shivered with anticipation. "What are you doing down here?" she asked as soon as she came in. The look on her face showed her disappointment. "And what are you wearing?" he looked down at himself, realizing too late that he was still in his sweatpants and tee shirt, and that pretending to ready as instructed was not going to work. "I'm sorry," he mumbled contritely, "I got distracted, and ..." The look on her face told him that she was not buying it, and he knew he should stop before he dug himself in deeper. "Simple fucking instructions, and you can't follow them," she uttered with disdain as she reached for the jar. "I told you I was bringing a special home, didn't I?" She pulled the jar down from the shelf and placed it on the hostess table in the hallway. The fucking ugly ceramic jar, that hideous, crass design... It had been a source of conflict between them from the beginning. He watched her open it, seeing the bills nearly overflowing the jar. "You better get upstairs and get ready, they'll be here soon," she told him intolerantly, "and they are high rollers; I don't want them disappointed." He watched for a second longer as she pulled a wad of bills from her purse and began shuffling them, ordering them by denomination, but halfway through, she stopped and looked up at him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get upstairs!" He turned and headed for the guest room where he was supposed to be, where she had told him to be, listening to the sound of the bills flipping through her fingers as she counted, then recounted, until the sound disappeared as he entered the room. As he removed his clothes, he thought of the jar, that object of his resentment, the focus of his unwilling submission. * They were at a garage sale when the argument started. She saw the jar, and he laughed at her, ridiculing the cheesy beach scene on the outside, the garish blues and yellows so crude and childish. She snarled at his laugh, saying it would remind her of her dream to one day own beachfront house, a second home, a vacation place; it would be her savings jar. "But why?" he'd asked. "We already have enough saved for the vacation property." He wanted a house in the woods, upstate on the lake, isolated, with plenty of land. He had most of it saved before they were married. "I am not living in the woods, vacation or otherwise, like some backwards-ass lumberjack's wife," she'd insisted, and bought the jar, bringing it home to start saving for her beach house, somewhere warm and sunny and expensive. It wasn't long before she became dissatisfied with the rate she was saving, and began complaining about how little money they made, telling him he didn't make enough. She complained for months before suddenly stopping, and instead was coming home late some nights from work. When he snuck a peek in the jar he saw piles of cash inside, and asked her where she got it. "You really want to know?" she asked, and he nodded, never suspecting her answer. He assumed she was working overtime or something. She looked at him matter-of-factly, one hand on her hip, and informed him, "Well, if you must know, I blow guys for money." He stood in silence as she watched him expectantly, awaiting his response. Dumbfounded, he remained frozen and unspeaking. Finally he regained control of his body. "You ...you're a ... a whore?" he sputtered. "Do you see the money I'm earning? Do you know what a beach house will cost?" she badgered. "Where do you think we're going to get that kind of cash? From your salary?" "We can tighten our belts a little," he offered timidly. "And wait a hundred years," she scoffed. "Or I can open my mouth a little, and do it in ten." she put a hand on her hip, assuming a challenging posture. "But how could you ... Isn't it disgusting?" "Sometimes," she admitted, then grinned. "But most of the times it's so nasty, it's hot!" she reached up and took his face in her hand, pinching it between her fingers and thumb. "Frankly, I'm thinking about doing more," she intoned, bringing her face close. "A LOT more." In the months that followed, his mental images of his Dream Vacation Cabin in the woods was slowly replaced by images of his wife doing unspeakable things. Over time the mental images gained detail and focus; not just sucking strange cocks, but doing the 'more' she had implied. She shared no details with him; he could only see the money accumulate over time when he dared a peek in the jar. But his images of what she did for the money were fueled by her obvious lack of regret at her actions, her arrival home becoming later, sometimes the next day, and in frequent rough shape. Then she had approached him. "There are these two guys," she said. "They want to fuck me." "Two at once?" The images in his head flipped through his mental Rolodex until settling on a particularly disturbing one. "And why are you telling me? You've never asked my permission before." Her face flashed a moment of undisguised disdain. "I'm not asking your permission," she spat scornfully. "I've done it with them before. But they want something extra, and they are willing to pay me to indulge them." She looked at him, one eye half closed, her mouth pursed in a snarl. "They want to come here, and do it in our bedroom," she told him. "They know that I'm married, and they want to do it here. And they want you there; to watch them do it." * That had been the first time she had involved him: he had tried to resist her, to defy her, and found he couldn't. When the time came he did what she wanted and he had suffered unending misery as he had stroked himself at her orders, watching her take them in her mouth and pussy, teasing him as they pleasured themselves with his wife. Seeing her defiled in front of his face was bad enough, but seeing her enjoy it was worse. She had laughed at him afterwards, ridiculing his shock and horror and willingness. She told him of the things she's done, her 'specials', she called them; the multiple partners, the groups, the parties and women and the gangbangs. She seemed to delight in his reaction. And she told him that she would involve him more often now. * And she had, selling first his attention as she pleasured other men, then selling his participation in her games for additional cash; using him however her customers wished. In his shame he had begun to not object, then to accept, and finally began to hesitatingly enjoy his subservient role in her debasement. Some of them made him say how much he enjoyed seeing his wife getting fucked, and to thank them. Others made him participate peripherally, either to clean up, or to prep and rejuvenate. He'd been made to lick her pussy clean of their cum, to prep her ass with his tongue for anal sex. Some men wanted him to hold their hard cock and put it inside her; others wanted him to suck them clean. He'd been made to jerk off while watching, and had even had his ass fucked by some of her guests. His activities disgusted him, and so did his arousal at being made to submit to them. But he lived with his shame and embarrassment, cowed by her unexplainable power over him. He was naked now, and laying on the bed as instructed, awaiting Laurie and her guests. He heard sounds from downstairs, and knew that they were exchanging money, large sums, to pay her for the promised participation of her husband. He stilled his breathing and tried to ignore his stiff cock as he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Laurie came in first. "Here he is, like I promised," she announced, and he turned his head to see a large man, probably late twenties, with short brown hair trimmed in a buzz cut. He had to be six-four easy, and all of two-fifty, his broad shoulders and strong physique obvious under his clothes. As always, he blanched to be naked and hard in front of another man, and he tried to avoid the man's demeaning glare as he entered the room. From behind him stepped a diminutive blond woman, equally fit with a short, stylish haircut and an eager, hungry expression flashing from bright blue eyes, and carrying a small athletic bag. She stepped from around the large man and walked to the bed, taking his cock in her tiny hand. "Paul, these are my guests, Gary and Diane." "I thought for sure you were exaggerating," Diane said, turning to Laurie, but still gripping Paul's cock in her hand. "but he's already hard." She glanced down at him as though he were furniture, not a person, then turned back to Laurie. "He'll really do it?" "Whatever you want," Laurie answered, "the customer is always right!" She turned to the big man. "Fuck, then, let's get started!" she bubbled, and dropped the back and began stripping off her clothes. Gary reached around from behind Laurie, holding her tits in his giant hands as the small blonde stripped naked. Then she bent down to the bag at the foot of the bed while Gary stripped his wife, taking the time to finger her shaved pussy, then Laurie help him out of his clothes as Diane stood up, holding a set of straps and a large dildo contraption with two ends. He watched her slip her legs into the harness, then she put a foot up on the bed to spread herself, fitting the smaller end of the dildo inside her pussy, then fitting the opening in the front of the harness over the large end before tightening the straps. When she was done, she stood erect, and the giant phallus jutting from her crotch seemed to increase her stature. Paul knew his role, then. "Should I turn over?" "No, silly," Laurie demeaned, "her legs are too short. Besides, you have to play two roles." He watched a look of delight pass among the three of them, and then Laurie approached and climbed onto the bed with him. "Just lay there on your back," she said, slipping a leg over his head, facing his feet. Her cunt was just inches above his head. "Now lift your knees," she instructed, and when he did, she grabbed him behind his calves, pulling his legs up and out, spreading him wide and curling his hips up in the air. "Oh, my God, that's perfect!" Diane blurted. Over his balls he saw her dip out of sight for a second, and when she came back up was lubricating her oversized fake cock. When she was done she squirted some on his asshole and began working it in with her fingers. Paul groaned at the invasion, and then his vision was blocked as Gary's giant cock landed on his face. "Get me ready, boy," he heard, "so I can fuck your whore wife!" Paul opened his mouth and allowed the hot, spongy head to slip inside, then he sucked, taking more of the shaft into his mouth with practiced ease. He had prepped a number of her clients in the past, and knew that Laurie liked their cocks nice and hard, and slick with his drool, remembering her coaching, and shamefully eager to perform to her standards, to participate willingly for her. But just as he had gotten started sucking the big man's cock it was pulled from his mouth, and he watched the head rub at his wife's wet opening, spreading her swollen lips, and then push inside. But his attention to his wife's penetration, just inches from his face, was distracted by his own penetration, as the small blonde woman shoved the head of the large rubber phallus up into his ass. He grunted, feeling his ass stretch and burn as he accepted the invader, and heard his wife instruct him. "That's it, take her cock up your ass; let her fuck you. Tell her you like it, tell her how much you enjoy getting your ass fucked." As she spoke he watched the man's shaft slipping in and out of his wife, slick with her juices. She was earning her money, and making him earn her money, but he knew she was enjoying the sex even more. "Please fuck my ass, Miss Diane," he said, no longer needing to pretend as he had done in the beginning. "I love your cock fucking my ass." "Now get your mouth busy, and lick me while I'm getting fucked by this nice cock. Lick my clit, make me cum on his cock. And lick his big balls and cock, too," she added, and he heard the smirk in her voice, "Show some appreciation for the fucking he's giving me, and earn your reward." He pursed his lips and sucked her clit, feeling the rest of the giant shaft filling his ass, and worked his way to the juncture of their organs, tasting her on his shaft as it slipped across his tongue, in eager anticipation of having them all watch him drink the hot cum spilling out of his wife. He felt the girl who was fucking him pull his hard cock down, aiming at her own body as she stroked him, and wondered if he would be made to clean his own cum off her tool as well. In his mind he saw himself in the Beach House, watching his wife fucking another man, and imagining himself eagerly waiting for them to finish.