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Consequences Ch. 01

By: PrevertedMe



Julie Smith sighed contently as her husband, Frank, pulled their car to a stop in the driveway. Her happy emotion was a result of the family evening they had just spent with their eighteen year old daughter, Cindy. After attending one of the girl's last high school performances they had gone out to dinner, during which they talked about her performance and plans for college. It had definitely been a pleasant evening and Julie was looking forward to ending it by making love with her husband.

Exiting the car the trio strolled to the front door. Julie, a brunette who wore her hair a few inches past her shoulders, walked holding onto her husband's arm. Her small, five foot six frame was adorned by a short summer dress that barely reached her thighs and had little buttons running up the front. It's low, cup-style opening exposed her full, firm cleavage. The dress, along with her heels, announced that she liked showing off her body. 

Their blond daughter followed just behind them. Built almost identically to her mother, except with a slightly smaller chest, the girl also enjoyed showing off her body, and she was not naïve about what men liked. Tonight she wore a tight skirt which showed nearly as much thigh as Julie's dress, and a plain blouse. The top's thick material hid the fact that she was braless. Also like her mother she kept her hair a little past her shoulders, preferring to wear it loose and free as well.

The three of them were jumped as they walked through the front door. In the shadows Julie sensed some bodies, some movement. She was grabbed from the side and a hand was clamped over her mouth. Next to her she heard a groan and a thud.

Filled by shock and fear she was carried backward into the living room. A light switch was flipped and the area became bathed in the soft light from a couple of lamps. Still confused and scared she scanned the room. Cindy was being hauled to the loveseat by one man and Frank was being set in the straight back chair by another. Her husband appeared groggy, his head lulling to the side. She guessed that the groan and the thud had been him being knocked out and falling to the floor. The third and final man continued to hold her. His strong arm around her waist kept her from running to her family's aid, the hand over her mouth kept her from cursing at the men.

This was not what she'd had in mind and she wanted to tell them so, wanted to explain that they had gotten their communications mixed up. That this was not supposed to be happening with Cindy present. 

She knew Dan, the one holding her. Actually the two of them had been lovers on and off for the last couple years. Not that she was unhappy with her husband or did not love him, Dan simply provided the occasional extra thrill that Frank could not. During the same couple years Frank had started sharing some fantasies about watching her being gangbanged. His words had worked at her sub-conscience, making the idea more and more appealing to her, until she had asked Dan if he knew someone he could invite to join them. That was how she met Sid, the one placing Cindy on the loveseat, a few months earlier. Then one day, when she had stopped by Dan's unannounced she had also met Tom, the man tying Frank into the chair.

These experiences, the two men taking turns with her body, had fueled her own fantasies as she began thinking about being with the three of them at once. Finally she and Dan had devised the presently unfolding plan, a way of satisfying Frank's fantasy as well. 

But she had expressly told them that it was to either happen when Cindy was at a friend's, or the girl was to be stashed away back in her bedroom. She was not meant to witness anything. Not that Julie had any misconceptions about her daughter being pure, she knew the girl was sexually active, she had even taken Cindy to get on the pill. Nor was she concerned for the girl's safety, she knew she could trust the men. But she did not feel it was appropriate for Cindy to watch her mother being fucked by these men, or any man for that matter.

While thinking about all this she watched as Frank was tied sitting up and Cindy was bound by the wrists and ankles. Gags were then placed over both of their mouths. When this was complete Sid and Tom turned to her and Dan.

She tried to figure out someway to either get Cindy relocated or to cancel the entire thing.

"Okay honey, we're here," Dan whispered in her ear. "No backing out now. And this is how it's going to be."

The way he said it let her know that he was well aware of the 'confusion' concerning Cindy, and that he was overriding her instructions. The arm around her waist suddenly became loose and she was turned to face him, while his hand slipped so it remained over her mouth. Looking into his eyes she saw that Cindy was still safe, the men had simply decided it would be more fun to have a second audience member.

Locking her gaze on his she defiantly glared at him, silently telling him that he had better enjoy this, as it would be the last time he was ever with her. His grin told her he had already foreseen this and accepted it.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw his accomplices standing about a foot away, their eyes tracing up and down over her body. Reflexively her natural defiance flared up in her and she further scorned Dan with her eyes.

"And now we're gonna have some fun with you," he chuckled in response. "Ain't that right guys?"

"You bet," Sid agreed.

"Oh yea," Tom said.

Now Dan's hand slid away from her face to slowly roam down toward the top of her dress and the exposed skin there. Along the way his fingers lightly trailed their way across her throat's flesh causing a small shiver to run through her body. His other arm released her waist and slid up along her side, those fingers joining the others to dance over her cleavage.

One of the other men stepped up behind her and started running his hands up and down her arms. Immediately she felt her body warming even as another shiver tingled through her, their touches sending small electrical pulses along her nerves. A second later she saw Sid step into her peripheral vision and she knew it was Tom behind her.

Sound and movement to the side drew her attention to Frank. She saw that he had regained consciousness. His eyes were still slightly dazed but they were comprehending the scene before him. She quickly imagined what he was seeing; his scantily-dressed wife standing in the center of three strange men, being touched by two of them. She wondered if this was close enough to his fantasies and hoped that it would please him. Glancing his way she tried to communicate that she would be alright with her eyes.

"Yes sir," Dan pulled her attention back to him. "I do like a woman who shows what she's got."

His fingers moved down to trace along the sides of her breasts through her dress and bra before slipping around to their front and back up across the bared tops.

"You are going to be good to us, honey," he told her. "You're gonna be real good to us."

Turning back to him she stared defiantly into his face, her mouth in a firm scowl. Dan simply grinned mischievously back down at her.

His fingers began concentrating all of their attentions to sliding back and forth along the sides of her breasts. While applying soft, firm pressure, enough to make small indentations, they traveled from the two mound's back edges out to her nipples again and again. After every couple of passes the pressure he was applying grew firmer.

She felt Tom lean into her and start to lightly kiss her shoulder. He moved her hair out of the way so that his lips could travel up her neck to nibble on her ear lobe, his warm breath blowing into her ear.

The attention they were giving her body parts, the two sets of hands and one set of lips running over her, were affecting her. Shiver after shiver tingled through her. Her breathing was growing shallower, and her nipples were starting to harden and ache.

After several minutes of this treatment Tom's hands stopped running up and down her arms and gripped them instead. She only had a second in which to wonder why before Dan grabbed the top edge of her dress with both hands and gave it a yank. The garment gave easily under the attack. It ripped down the center, rapidly exposing more of her bra and more of her flesh. Cool air blasted against her skin. The suddenness of all this caused Julie to inhale sharply, her breasts heaving with the action. She stared at Dan in shock.

"Oh yeah," he smiled.

Following his gaze downward she looked at her breast. Her nipples poked at her low riding bra's material. Dan still gripped the dress and he jerked at it again, ripping it further. Now it hung open about halfway down. He then released the dress to return his hands to her breasts. Again applying soft, firm pressure he traced the edges of her bra, his fingers sliding along her flesh.

"Nice," he sighed, watching his own fingers against her exposed flesh. "So nice."

Tom released his hold on her arms and started caressing them again. Pushing her hair off her shoulder once more he kissed her shoulder, her neck. He nibbled her ear lobe. His lips were light on her skin, his breath warm on her flesh.

"What a beautiful woman you are," he whispered in her ear. "So hot and sexy."

"Just so damn nice," Dan breathed, still staring at her breasts.

Still upset by their changing part of the plan, Julie continued glaring at him but it was becoming more and more difficult to fuel the anger in her eyes. Their actions were affecting her. She was loosing her control. She felt a fire smoldering deep inside her and her breathing was growing even more shallow. Without thinking she leaned her head a little to the side, giving Tom easier access to her neck and ear.

"Oh yeah, don't you worry, honey," Dan grinned. "We're gonna take real good care of you."

With that his hands reached behind her, under the dress, and gripped her bra strap. When he gave it a hard yank the clasp let go easily. This time when she inhaled sharply her tits slid out from under the garment. Cool air licked at her nipples, causing yet another electrically charged shiver in her. The scowl she had been working to maintain slackened, her mouth dropping open just a little.

Dan's hands moved back to her front where they cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding across her flesh and over her nipples. The already hardening little nubs stiffened even more in response. Julie breathed deeply. As he continued to hold the fleshy mounds Dan moved his thumbs over and around her nipples, his eyes gleefully watching them grow harder and harder with each passing minute.

Tom's hands slid from her arms to her ass where he started to rub and massage her through the dress. His lips continued to run along her neck which was slowly bending further to the side. Whenever he got to her ear he would run his tongue around the inside of it and whisper to her. She listened to him breath dirty things to her, things involving their cocks and her body. As she imagined how these things would feel she grew even more aroused. Soon Tom's lips just stayed by her ear, his tongue flickering inside of it between dirty words. Reflexively she pressed her head into him now. Feeling her legs grow weak she leaned back against his chest for support. Dan continued cupping and lightly caressing her tits. Her chest heaved in his hands as her breathing grew shallower and shallower. Her nipples, now fully swollen, poked straight out. She heard low, small moans rattling in her throat.

"Ohhh," one of these moans escaped when Dan suddenly tweaked her nipples.

Seeing, and now hearing, her body giving into the desire they were creating Dan chuckled. His fingers started alternating between lightly touching and actually twisting her nipples while his hands cupped and massaged her heaving mounds. He leaned forward and put his lips against her mouth, kissing her lightly. The fire inside Julie flared into a full-on flame. Reflexively she pressed her lips back at him. Their mouths opened, she felt his tongue slide across hers and another moan escaped into his mouth. As their kisses continued, their mouths locking onto each others, she realized that she was actually pushing her chest into his hands.

Behind her Tom still massaged her ass while his dirty words filled her ear with heated breath. Her legs weakened more, and she leaned back harder against him. 

One of Dan's hands moved away from her tit to her arm then slid down it to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand forward and placed it on his crotch. She felt the bulge straining his pants. Once again she moaned into his mouth. Automatically she wrapped her fingers onto the bulge and started rubbing, trying to stroke his hidden cock. Dan's hand returned to her tit and twisted her nipple again.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.

Until then she felt certain that her couple of little moans had only been audible to herself and Dan, and maybe Tom. But she knew this one was heard by nearly everyone in the room.

Dan's hands massaged her tits, caressed her nipples, his lips on hers were soft and sensual. Tom's words in her ear created a collage of images and ideas, his hands kneaded her ass through her clothes. Her desires were growing hotter and hotter. She felt the flames burning inside her, felt herself loosing more control. She no longer felt any of her earlier anger, only her building passion. She had nearly forgotten that Frank and Cindy were even present. She was loosing herself in the moment, in the experience, in the sensation of their attentions. Giving into her desires she reached back toward Tom's crotch, her free hand seeming to move on its own. She found his straining bulge with a little searching and began rubbing it the same way she was Dan's. The two bulges she desperately grasped at were hard and inviting.

For several minutes the trio remained like this, two sets of hands and lips manipulating her while she rubbed at their throbbing cocks. This fueled her lust, fanned the flames deep inside her so that she nearly whimpered when Dan did pull his lips away from hers to take a step back.

Through glazed eyes behind heavy lids she saw him standing there staring at her heaving body. His eyes locked on the hard nipples between his fingers, a growing smile on his face. Julie could no longer muster any semblance of defiance in her expression, it was to hungry with lust and desire. Her hands mauled at their crotches. She pushed her ass back into Tom's hands.

"Get on your knees," Dan told her a minute later.

She knew what he had in mind and she felt her fires flare higher with the thought of sucking his cock. But she did not want the present attentions to end either.

"No, please," she moaned lightly through her open lips even as her grip on their bulges tightened. "N- No."

Releasing her nipples Dan grabbed a handful of hair on top of her head and pushed her down roughly. "I said, get on your knees, bitch. Get down there and suck my fucking cock," he growled.

She dropped to her knees quickly under his strength. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and briefly wondered if they were from the pain or something else. But she did not dwell on this for long since it did not really matter at this point. 

Once on her knees with a hidden cock bulging beneath a pair of pants at eye level she needed little more encouragement. With his hands still tangled in her hair Dan stepped forward and Julie's hands rushed at his belt and zipper. She tugged at his pants, pulling his under shorts down his thighs along them. In response to the appearance of his nearly rigid cock one of her hands shot forward to encircle it and she started leaning in.

"Whoa," he stopped her with his handful of hair. "Slow down bitch."

Confused, she raised her eyes to him questioningly, a couple tears still present in the hunger filled orbs.

"I don't just want you to suck my cock," he grinned down at her. "I want you to do it right. Take my pants off, spend some time at it. I want to feel you all over down there. Give it a build up and make sure I enjoy it. You understand me?"

As her mind comprehended his words she slowly nodded. Reluctantly she removed her hand from holding his cock and worked to pull his pants the rest of the way down his legs while he removed his shirt. Once he was completely naked she started to pay homage to his body with her lips and tongue. While she kissed and licked her way across his thighs and entire pelvic region she slowly stroked his now fully erect cock with her hand. She steadied herself by holding onto his ass with her other hand. Her actions, coupled with the anticipation of actually sucking his cock, fueled her desire. Low moans came from her as she opened and closed her lips, planting soft, wet kisses on his skin.

"Yea, honey, now you got the idea," he assured her, both his hands now in her hair. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing since she could hear low moans coming from him as well.

Each kiss caused her to grow hotter. Each lick fanned her lustful flames. She felt her pussy start to ache and each time her mouth drew near to the hard cock she felt hungrier. She wanted to feel the rigid pole pass along her lips, wanted to suck on it. Seeing a drop of precum leak from its tip she reflexively reached out her tongue to swipe it away and taste it. As she did this she looked straight up into Dan's face. Freezing in place she waited there, silently asking his permission to take him into her mouth. His answer was him pushing her face forward. Her lips parted as they neared the cock. Slowly she slid them over the stiff member to deliberately crawl down its length until they touched her fingers still wrapped around its base.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, holding her head still and sucking deeply.

For a few seconds she remained like this, but once she had grown comfortable she removed her hand and slowly slid her lips along the rest of its length. Her throat became stuffed with the first couple of inches.

"Oh God yes," Dan groaned in response. "Fuck yeah."

She held him like this for a few moments feeling it cause her pussy to quiver hungrily. She felt her juices leaking out to dampen her panties. Then she slowly slid back and dislodged most of him. When only the first inch remained in her mouth she pushed herself forward, then withdrew again. Her hand grabbed the cock's base once more as she slowly pumped herself back and forth while sucking on it. As she gradually increased her pace her other hand held onto his ass. Soon she was sliding her mouth rapidly along the cock, pumping it into her mouth.

"Oh yea, honey. Suck my cock. Suck it you little whore." Dan's hips started rocking back and forth in unison with her movements. "Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Fuck me with your mouth."

As their pace increased his hands tightened in her hair and his hips pushed harder, taking over more and more control as his orgasm neared. Julie simply gave into his force. As she held onto him tightly, her mouth pumping at his cock, her body rocked with their motions. Now a near continuous stream of quiet mewing came from her throat.

"Oh yea, baby. I'm gonna cum in your mouth." Dan moaned. "Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Swallow my cum."

Now Dan held her head firmly in place as he proceeded to roughly fuck her mouth. His hips pounded into her face, the hand gripping his cock's base the only thing stopping him from shoving the thing all the way into her throat. The mixture of pain and pleasure caused her to whimper through the assault as she continued to suck on the member as best she could.

"Yea, let me fuck your mouth, you little bitch." Dan growled. "Fuck your face while you suck on my cock. Suck it, you little whore. Suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Yea, bitch, suck it like a whore. I'm cumming. Swallow my cum you slut. Swallow my cum."


Consequences Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is a reader request story... thank you seducreader for the ideas and I hope that you enjoy!

*******

I grew up with my Grandma, because my parents passed away when I was a baby, so you'd think I would have gotten to know my Uncle Max pretty well, but the truth is I didn't see much of him until I was 19 and Grandma was in the hospital. Grandma never said anything outright bad about him, just things about how he wouldn't settle down with a woman, how he was wild, how he couldn't be trusted. I babysat his daughter sometimes, she was usually with him for part of the summer, and Grandma never minded having her come over.

That was mostly when I saw my Uncle Max, was when he was dropping off Gloria. Usually on his way out to a date with a different woman. Uncle Max is now forty four years old and he's a pretty good looking guy so I'm not surprised he managed to get so many dates. He's also incredibly charming. And Gloria is the sweetest little thing, so I never minded baby-sitting for her. But sometimes I wondered what the women that he was dating were like. 

At first, when Grandma had to go into the hospital, we thought she'd be out pretty quickly and Uncle Max only came to visit her for a weekend and he stayed in a hotel. Then it became obvious that she was going to have to go to a longer-term care facility, a hospice. That would have been okay except that Grandma didn't think it was appropriate for me to be by myself in the house, even though I'm nineteen and completely capable of taking care of myself. She seems to have some old world issues about women not being left alone, or maybe she just thought that since I'm in college I'd have lots of raucous parties and burn the house down. I'm not sure, but it made me mad. I've always been responsible and never gotten in any trouble. But Uncle Max came to stay with me anyway and I was under strict orders from Grandma to behave myself. 

****

"Hey Uncle Max," I said as I trotted through the kitchen, grabbing an apple on my way out the door for class.

"Jenny, where are you going?" he asked. 

"Class," I said. He'd just moved in a week ago and we hadn't quite gotten used to each other's rhythms yet, and now I was changing them because Labor Day weekend was over and school was starting. 

"Absolutely not, sit down and eat some breakfast."

"I have an apple, I'll be late if I sit down."

He glared at me. "Then you should have gotten up earlier to make sure that you eat. An apple is not enough. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Sit down, I've already got some eggs ready, you'll just have to eat quickly."

This, coming from the man my grandmother called wild. I rolled my eyes. So far I'd been finding my Uncle Max to be much stricter with me than my grandmother had ever been. There was just something very commanding about him and when he gave me an out and out order and looked at me with those dark blue eyes of his, I found myself moving to do what he told me to. Even if I thought it was absurd and resented the hell out of him for it. So I sat at the table, silently fuming over his high handed ways.

Of course, he'd found threatening to tell Grandma that I wasn't behaving to be a pretty good way of keeping me in line. He'd done it often enough over the past week that I'd learned not to push him too far. I wouldn't want my Grandmother to be disappointed in me - even if the situation is ridiculous. I'm nineteen, not nine.

He dumped scrambled eggs onto a plate in front of me and I immediately began shoveling them into my mouth. I practically inhaled them, worrying about being late for the first day of classes. Sure, community college isn't a big deal to some people, but I've always gotten good grades - straight A's - and I wasn't about to stop now. 

"Good girl," he said when I finished. I was surprised to feel a flush of happiness at the compliment. But I'd always been the good girl of the family and I liked being a good girl. I was just surprised that his opinion mattered to me. It's not like we really knew each other. Apparently I just want everyone to know what a good girl I am. 

******

That night I was in the kitchen doing my homework at the kitchen table in my pajamas when Uncle Max came wandering in for a late snack. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, with a fair amount of snap to his voice.

I looked up, too surprised to take offense at his tone of voice. "Homework."

"Isn't it a little early in the semester for that?" he asked, surprise now coloring his voice as well. 

I shrugged. "I like to stay on top of things."

He just shook his head at me, making his shaggy blond hair wave. 

"That's not what I was talking about anyway," he said. "What are you wearing?"

I looked down at my simple pink tank top and fuzzy purple pants with pink hearts on them. 

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?"

I looked down at myself again and immediately hugged myself. Okay, so I hadn't noticed that my nipples were hard, because it was a little cool in the room and the tank top may have been a little low cut, but was he allowed to say things like that? Much less be looking at my chest? I was caught between mortification and anger, with the embarrassment side quickly winning.

"I'm wearing my pajamas," I said, blushing. 

"Those look like the pajamas a little girl would wear. Gloria wears pajamas like those. Are you a little girl?" Now his voice had changed again, it was softer but somehow more threatening, and he was leaning against the kitchen table across from me. Even though his eyes were on my face and not my chest, and I was covering my breasts with my arms, I felt like he could see right through flesh and clothe to my hard nubs of nipples underneath. And it's not like I was cold anymore.

I wasn't completely inexperienced with guys, even if I was still a virgin, and I knew that something about this situation was arousing me. Which was just wrong. Sure, Uncle Max is kinda hot for an older guy, and wondering how he's wild always has fascinated me, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted to him, right? I hated the way he talked to me and I knew that I'm a good girl and that everyone thinks he's wild and bad. Having him call me a little girl was just infuriating. Maybe that's why my nipples were hard.

I tilted my chin up.

"No I'm not a little girl, but these are comfortable."

"You don't look comfortable now."

"You're making me uncomfortable," I snapped at him. He grinned at me and leaned back, a completely surprising reaction and I gaped at him. The last time I'd snapped at him he'd given me a long lecture on disrespect and having to be civil as we lived together. Now he was grinning?

"If you're so comfortable why are you hugging yourself?"

Well that was a good question. I glared at him defiantly for another minute or two and then slowly lowered my arms. My nipples were still hard. Uncle Max's gaze traveled down from my face to my chest, lingering over my breasts as my face got redder and redder. 

"You don't look all that comfortable to me," he said finally, and then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen. I bent my head over my homework again wondering if it was just my imagination or if I'd actually seen an erection pressing against his jeans. Maybe it was just getting too late and I needed sleep. I finished the page I was working on and went to bed. 

*****

A few nights later I was in the kitchen doing homework again, because there wasn't a desk in my room although I was seriously considering getting one, this time wearing a loose t-shirt over my tank top, when I heard Uncle Max come home. With a woman. I couldn't help it, the sounds they were making - it was obvious that they were kissing. But there were also some banging noises and thuds... I snuck over to the kitchen doorway and peeked down the hall.

Uncle Max's room is upstairs, like mine, but apparently they were enjoying themselves right where they were. She was pretty hot with long blonde hair, probably in her late twenties, and wearing a sexy red dress and red lipstick. Maybe I'll look like that in ten years, I thought to myself. My uncle had her pressed up against the wall, his body practically pinning her against it and they were kissing passionately.

I watched, interested for a few minutes, and then I was about to get back to my homework because it really wasn't that interesting, when Uncle Max pulled his mouth away from hers.

"Put your hands over your head," he ordered her.

And she did.

Suddenly I found the scene intensely riveting. I couldn't look away. And under my two layers of shirts my nipples were getting hard again. 

His hand reached into the cleavage of her shirt and she moaned.

"Do you like it when I pinch your nipple, you little slut?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," she said, sounding breathless and excited. Suddenly Uncle Max's control freak tendencies were showing themselves in a way that I'd never considered before, and to my horror I was finding it really hot. 

She writhed and I saw the way her skirt was bunching up and realized that his other hand must be between her legs. 

"You're so fucking wet, you whore," he said. Somehow there wasn't any contempt in his voice, even though he was calling her names. It sounded sexy. And she seemed to like it too.

Was this what Grandma had meant by Uncle Max being wild? It seemed insane that she might know about this side of him. Especially since she'd approved him living here with me. What the hell had she been thinking? Resentment swelled up inside me, but it didn't stop the arousal that was building there too.

I found my own hand reaching down into my pants, rubbing against my panties and they were soaked. I bit my lip against my own moan as I ran my fingers over my clit. 

When he pulled his hand from between her legs and held them up in front of her lips, even down the hallway I could see they were glistening with juices.

"Clean them," he ordered and then he pushed them into her mouth. She sucked hard on them, tasting herself. I lifted my own fingers to my mouth and gave a tentative lick. Strange... musky... a hint of sweetness. A little bit like almonds and peaches really. As I watched her go to town on sucking his fingers, I started sucking on my own. 

Suddenly he pulled away from her and I could see her shaking like a leaf. I knew the feeling. I wondered what it would be like to be her, pressed up against the wall like that and then suddenly to have your support taken away. Being ordered around by a domineering man like my Uncle Max. And then I realized what I was thinking and I snatched my hand away from my mouth.

"We're going upstairs," he told her.

"Yes Sir," she said. Were those the only words she knew?"

"Crawl."

Oh Jesus. She dropped to the floor and turned, crawling towards the staircase, his eyes glued to her ass as she began the climb, still in the red dress. 

I started to pull back into the kitchen and he must have seen the movement because he started to look my way and I almost fell wrenching myself back from the doorway fast enough. For a moment I stood absolutely still, my heart pounding. Had he seen me? Did he know I'd been watching? Would he care?

What orders might he give me?

When I heard his heavy footsteps following the woman up the stairs I realized I actually felt disappointed. 

Completely shaken and disgusted with myself, I forced myself back to the kitchen table and to my homework. It was really, really hard to concentrate, even though I didn't hear anything more that night.



Consequences Ch. 01



Suddenly he froze, his entire body tense. His hips were thrust as far forward as possible, cramming her lips against her fingers. He gripped her hair hard, holding her firmly in place and groaning happily. As his jism shot into her mouth she swallowed as fast as she could. The fingers wrapped around the cock's base tugged and squeezed. As the last squirts of cum sprayed out she continued suckling while the member started to wilt. When it finally slipped from her mouth she whimpered.

"She's a good little cock sucker, guys," Dan chuckled, pushing her off of him. "Who's next?"

"Let's see how she handles two at once," Tom declared.

Both he and Sid had disrobed while watching her suck Dan off and now they stepped up to either side of her. As she straightened up on her knees she turned and looked at the two approaching cocks. Instinctively her hands reached out, gripping and starting to gently tug on them both. First she turned her face to lick Sid's cock, then she turned to Tom's. For the next few minutes she alternated her attention from one to the other, licking and slowly stroking them.

The lustful thrill of simultaneously having two hard cocks at her disposal after everything else that had already occurred overpowered her rational senses and she was now in a kind of trance. Somehow she understood what was happening, what she was doing, yet at the same time she was not truly aware. In this foggy mindset all that really mattered was the hunger and desire burning inside her. Feeding the need these created she licked one cock, then the other a few more times before slowly sliding her lips over the head of Sid's. With only a couple inches in her mouth she started to suck on it deeply. While she slowly engulfed it she moved her tongue along its length. Her extremely slow pace made it seem to take forever for her to get most of it in her mouth, but it was also amazingly pleasurable. As she concentrated on Sid's cock she was unable to continue stroking Tom's and instead she held onto it, giving it firm, regular squeezes. Just like with Dan, she waited until she was comfortable with most of Sid's cock in her mouth then loosened her throat. She then slid it in further until her nose became buried in his pubic hairs. She felt her throat muscles squeeze his cock.

"Oh yes," he growled at the sensation, his hands now gripping her hair loosely. "Oh fuck."

She held him there for a couple moments then started slowly sliding back off the member. Again, as her mouth reached the head, she moved forward. She gripped the cock's base and pumped her mouth along it, swallowing the first inches of him with each forward thrust.

"She is good," Sid sighed between pleased grunts. 

After a few minutes of fucking him with her mouth she pulled it out completely. Instantly she turned to Tom's cock and proceeded to perform the same acts on it.

"Fuckin' A," he whistled as she deep throated his cock. "What a slut."

The thrill of working on the two cocks caused her fires to rage with a nearly scorching heat. She felt her pussy grow hotter, felt her panties getting damper. Instinctively her hips ground the air, trying to make her undergarments press into her clit. Moving her mouth from one cock to the other she sucked and bobbed her head on each for a few minutes while tugging at the opposite. As the cocks slowly grew stiffer with their nearing climaxes she felt herself grow more and more excited.

She was pumping her mouth on Tom's cock when Sid let out a tell-tale groan and his hips started to jerk oddly. Realizing what was about to happen she popped her mouth off Tom's cock and tried turning in time to get it onto Sid's, but she was not fast enough. The first shot of semen sprayed across her face even as her mouth closed around the erupting member. Somehow this made Tom cum and his cock jerked in her hand, spraying her face as well. She continued to suck on Sid's cock while she pulled madly at Tom's, pumping his load out and onto her flesh.

As she knelt there with one cock erupting in her mouth and the other spraying semen across her face she heard a familiar sounding groan elsewhere in the room. This sound registered somewhere in the back of her mind, but it was merely a fleeting recognition. She remained focused on milking the two cocks dry, the duel sensation of their eruptions making her moan excitedly.

Even when the two cocks had finished releasing their loads she could not stop herself from sucking and stroking them, hungrily trying to fill the need she was feeling elsewhere. Only when she heard Dan laughing did she finally relinquish Sid's cock from her mouth. Refusing to release them though she retained her hold on them as she turned to look for Dan. She spotted him standing by her husband. Frank still sat tied in the chair and his eyes were staring at her hungrily. Slowly her gaze dropped to where a tent grew between his legs, his cock pushing at his slacks. For the second time that night she imagined what he was seeing. His beautifully aroused wife kneeling between two men, their half-hard cocks in her hands, her torn dress exposing her heaving breasts, cum drying on her face and in her hair.

"Looks like hubby's enjoying the show," Dan laughed. "He must like seeing his wife be a little slut."

She could not help staring at the bulge in Frank's crotch. Even from across the room she saw it jump with the blood pumping into it. The sight of this made her whimper quietly as she felt her hunger being doused with fuel. Kneeling with a cock in each hand, her eyes filled with wonton lust, she reflexively licked her lips. Forcing her eyes to rise back up she saw her own desires reflected in Frank's.

"What do you think, hubby?" Dan chuckled. "Isn't your wife one hell of a beauty? She really got into sucking us off, didn't she?"

Frank slowly nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving her.

"I tell you, I'm not quite ready to put my cock in her pussy yet," Dan announced. "What say we let her suck you off while I rest up a bit more?"

The familiar groan came from behind the gag again. The desire in her husband's eyes fanned Julie's own. She felt her pussy throb with a burning ache. She could no longer think about anything other than having her hunger appeased. Not Cindy, not the men's disregard for her instructions, nothing. Just having her lustful desires slated.

"How bout it honey?" Dan called over to her. "You want to crawl over here and suck off hubby before we take turns fucking you?"

Without acknowledging him or his question she released his friend's cocks and started crawling across the carpet on her hands and knees. Her eyes bounced between Frank's crotch and his face as she neared. When she got over to him she crawled up his lap and dug at his belt. Tied to the chair as he was, he managed to lift his ass just enough so she could pull his slacks down to his knees. As his rigid shaft was revealed she grabbed hold of it, dropping to run her tongue along its length and to swirl her tongue over its head where she swiped away the precum coating it. Looking up she saw his lust filled eyes watching her and she moaned needfully in response. Quickly she sucked him into her warm mouth, immediately sliding down to deep throat him. Above her, he groaned. Beneath her, his hips tried humping up into her face. She knew he was already reaching his orgasm. Her body was now starving for what would happen when she finished sucking Frank off and so she wanted him to shoot his load into her mouth as soon as possible. She pulled back so that she could grip and squeeze the cock's base, tugging it toward its explosion. Mewing hungrily she started pumping her mouth on it, sliding her lips up and down its length as she sucked and swirled her tongue across its flesh. No longer able to look at him and maintain her actions she just concentrated on rhythmically fucking him to climax. Her aching body leaned into him, smashing her tits against his legs.

She soon felt his climax boiling up inside of him. When she felt the cock jerk and the first spurt of cum blow into her mouth she locked her lips around it and swallowed hard, devouring that and every following spurt. When he was spent she kept him in her mouth for a few moments, suckling on his softening member. 

"Yea!" Dan exclaim

When she eventually allowed the limp cock to slide from her mouth she laid her head on Frank's thigh and stared at the cock as she continued gently stroking it. She felt her fires raging, the desire in her loins blazing with hunger. She also felt her pussy soaking her panties. 

"Alright, I think it's time for some pussy fucking," Dan announced.

His words sent a thrill of excitement racing through her. The evening's activities had her to the point of exploding with an orgasm and she desperately wanted it released. When Dan stepped forward to wrap his arms around her she whimpered with the sensation of his touch. She allowed herself to be lifted to her feet then led to the couch where Tom and Sid waited. It was there that they slid her torn dress off her shoulders. When it and her bra lay in a pile at her feet she stood with her nearly nude body on full display feeling completely vulnerable and exposed for the first time that night.

"Wow, would you look at how wet she is?" Dan exclaimed.

She knew what he meant without looking, knew that her white panties were dark with her wetness. She also felt her swollen labia visibly pressing against the weakened material. She stood there, anxious and excited, her bare chest rising and falling as she panted shallowly, her legs partially spread and shaking ever so slightly. When Tom started removing her panties his fingers on her flesh sent a series of quivering shivers coursing through her. Then the others joined him in maneuvering her onto the couch and the sensation of their added touches caused her to whimper.

They placed her with one leg up on the couch's back and the other down on the floor. She lay there, legs spread, breasts topped by swollen nipples heaving from her panting, her head on the armrest. From beneath heavy lids she stared up at the three men's stiffening cocks and her hips began to roll slightly upon the cushion as hungry moans escaped her open lips.

"Does the slut want to be fucked?" Dan chuckled.

"Mmmmmm," she whimpered in response.

She watched him reach toward her, watched his hand lay on her inner thigh, and she felt her flesh burn with the touch. Slowly his hand slid up along her thigh until it cupped her mound, two bent fingers penetrating her barely to the first knuckle. His thumb hovered just above her clit, nothing except a thin space of air between the two pieces of flesh. Her hips jerked, rose up trying to force contact.

"Ohhh," she cried.

Tom and Sid each began massaging one of her tits; Sid from behind the armrest, Tom from beside the couch. They cupped the fleshy mounds, squeezing and manipulating the pliant flesh, their palms and fingers rubbing against the sensitized nerves of her hard, red nipples.

Her orgasm teetered on the very edge, just waiting to be nudged over, and that was exactly what she wanted. She whimpered again and again, her hungry desperation growing with each second as her body quivered and tensed with feverish anticipation. Through her slitted eyelids she saw Tom's semi-erect cock dangling near her. Whimpering louder she reached for it, her fingers wrapping themselves around it and tugging.

"You want a cock in your pussy?" Dan asked as he stared down at her.

"Yes," she sighed.

While she squeezed and pulled at Tom's cock her hips rolled and pushed more insistently at Dan's hand, physically begging him to touch her aching, throbbing clit. But he refused her body's pleas, keeping his thumb just near enough to tease her without actually making contact. 

"Ohh. Ohh, ohhh," she whimpered and mewled as she felt the cock in her hand reach full erectness and her orgasm teetered ever closer to the brink.

"You want it, slut?" Tom chuckled, squeezing her tit. "You want me to fuck you? You want my cock in your wet little pussy?"

"Yes. Oh God yes." Her back arched off the couch to push her tit into his hand and she tugged hard at his cock. "Oh God yes."

Her orgasm slipped forward. It now hung precariously over the edge, threatening to explode without any additional coaxing. Then her hips jerked, rolling and popping upward simultaneously. The action was too quick for Dan to keep his thumb from bumping her clit or his fingers from sliding further into her, and the orgasm was freed. It crashed through her body with an amazing amount of force. Her body tensed as her back arched up off the couch, her breasts being crammed into the set of hands fondling them. Her ass twisted into the couch cushion, her hips rolling and popping again and again as they humped her sex on Dan's fingers, ground her clit against his thumb. The hand holding Tom's cock pulled and jerked hard enough to make the man grimace. Her other hand gripped a mass of the couch's back cushion. Her head rolled back on the armrest, her mouth falling open as a combination of both audible and silent moans flowed from her.

"Ohhh," she whimpered as it started to subside moments later, her body slowly dropping back to the couch and relaxing once more. "Ohhh God!"

For Julie it was the most powerful orgasm she could remember having experienced, and at the time she doubted it could ever be topped.

"That was fucking beautiful," Sid cheered.

Tom released her tit and started moving toward her open legs. A soft whimper escaped her as Dan pulled his hand from her sex and stepped away to allow him access. Climbing between her legs Tom placed the tip of his cock against her entrance. Being so soon after the explosive orgasm Julie did not expect her body to react too quickly, but she was surprised. As the cock's head parted her lips and entered her she felt her excitement refreshed, a second orgasm being immediately awakened. Her legs snapped around his waist, her hips driving upward to rapidly push him inside of her.

"Oh God," she moaned as he filled her.

They started to rock into each other, their lower bodies quickly finding a rhythm together, their pace gradually quickening. A wet sloshing noise came from where his cock pumped in and out of her pussy. With his hands on the couch back and armrest Tom held himself up so he could stare down at her lustful expression and rolling tits.

"Oh God. Fuck me, fuck me," she encouraged him, her head lulling from side to side. "Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy harder."

The new orgasm was quickly building, making her hungry for its release. Her ass bounced up off the couch, fucking her pussy at him.

"Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock." She told him. "Oh God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Having recently cum once himself, Tom's own second orgasm was nowhere near as close as hers so he did not rush his pumping of her pussy as much as she wanted. This made her look up at him. What she saw only served to fuel her heated loins and pending orgasm. He was hovering above her, leering down at her lust filled features and bouncing tits while his cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy. The idea of this caused her orgasm to suddenly explode inside her.

"Ohhh God," she cried out.

She crammed her pussy against him, burying his cock inside her, her pussy clenching at the rigid member. Her body arched up off the couch again, lifting her chest into the air, her swollen nipples shining atop her bouncing breasts. The site of them was too enticing for Tom to pass up and he clamped his mouth over one of them. This sent her orgasm into overdrive. She tried to simultaneously cram her pussy even further onto his cock and more of her tit into his mouth.

"Ohhh God," she cried, one hand grabbing the back of his head and shoving it against her breast. "Ohhh God yesss. Suck my tit. Fuck me. Suck my tit. Ohhh God."

The orgasm crashed through her with wave after wave of pleasure, causing her body to shake and tense.

Then, as it slowly faded, her body relaxed again. But his lips around her nipple, his tongue licking the hard nub, felt too good to loose so she held his head in place, making it follow her tit down. As her hips dropped he began pumping his cock into her again and she pumped her hips back at him.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck my pussy with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yes, fuck me."

His mouth remained locked firmly on her nipple, sucking. She felt the force of his thrusts growing harder as his own fires were stoked. His cock slid easily in and out of her soaked pussy, his pelvis bumping into her clit every few strokes. She whimpered and mewled with pleasure between urging him to go faster even as her pussy muscles clenched at his cock. Soon he was pounding his cock into her roughly, ramming it into her harder with each forward thrust.

"Oh yes. Oh God yes," she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock."

Suddenly his mouth released her breast as his head roared upward. His hips slammed between her legs. His pelvis ground against hers, bumping into her clit. His cock became buried inside her as deep as possible. She felt it twitch and jump, felt it start to pump his semen into her hungry pussy. And she felt his explosion kindle the embers of yet another orgasm in her. 

"Oh yes," she whimpered with its first, initial shivers.

"Damn, that was good," Tom grinned as the last of his load was released.

He remained hovering above her until his cock slowly slipped from her pussy then he climbed off and stepped back. She remained laying with her legs spread, her now puffy labia red and swollen, a mixture of their juices visibly leaking out.

"Damn good," he re-affirmed.

"I'm next," Sid announced, stepping forward.

Turning, she saw that his cock was fully erect and ready to be shoved into her. Through her half closed eyes she watched him climb between her legs. Reflexively she reached down to grip his member and guide it to her waiting pussy. When the tip of it pressed at her opening he slid forward, burying himself deep inside of her fast and coaxing her newest orgasm forward.

"Ohhh yesss," Julie sighed.

The two of them worked toward a rhythm, finding a tempo that they could each match, their bodies moving against each other. Looking up she saw that Sid was also holding himself up to stare down and enjoy her lustful expression and bouncing breasts. 

"Fuck me," she told him, pushing herself up harder against him. "Fuck my pussy. My wet pussy. Fuck my wet pussy with your cock."

"Fucking beautiful," he moaned, watching her ride up against him. "Just fucking beautiful."

The pace of their humping steadily increased until they reached one steady rhythm. Their pelvises pounded into each other, her clit receiving a straight-on, solid contact every few pumps. She felt her need growing, her orgasm building.

"Oh God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder, harder," she moaned, urging him like her own desires were urging her. "Fuck my wet pussy harder."

Like Tom, Sid was in no hurry to cum this time and so he failed to increase the pace or the force of his humping any. Still, their constant rhythm pushed her orgasm closer and closer to the edge. Her muscles tightened every few moments as she felt it teeter precariously. Her head rolled upon the armrest, her features a mixture of pleasure and pain. From beneath her heavy lids she caught glimpses of Sid staring down at her, watching their bodies move against one another, her tits bouncing and rolling with the action. 

Her orgasm reached the brink, teasing her with its promise of an explosive release. She wanted it to crash through her body, to feel its waves of ecstasy. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his back, giving her better leverage. Then she began making her hips jump up off the couch at him.




Consequences Ch. 01



"Oh God. Oh God," she panted. "Fuck me."

"You want it harder bitch?" He growled, slamming his cock into her hard enough to shove her ass down into the cushion.

"Oh God yes," she cried out. "Yes. Fuck me harder."

Giving into her pleas now, Sid pounded himself into her, ramming his cock at her, slamming his pelvis into hers. Her orgasm exploded inside her, lighting all of her nerves on fire. Her face contorted, her mouth dropping open as her head rolled back on the armrest. Her body arched upward, her muscles tensing tightly. The arms already around him helped her cram her body into his. Her tits became smashed against his chest. Her pussy ground into him.

"Ohhh God yesss," she moaned loudly. "Fuck meee."

Holding their bodies clenched tightly together she rode out the crashing orgasm. Her hips humped at his in short, hard thrust. Continual moans of pleasure poured from her and a couple tears slowly slid from her eyes. 

When the orgasm subsided her arms fell away and she fell back onto the couch, her body drenched with sweat. Sid quickly started to stroke himself in and out of her again. She whimpered with each forward thrust of his cock. The extended sessions with the two men had worn her out, made her tired and her pussy sore. Never before had she been fucked for such an extended period and, while it was still feeling good, it was also staring to hurt.

Suddenly he stopped fucking her and stood up.

"Come here, bitch," he commanded. "I want you from behind. Bend over the couch."

Weakly she pulled herself up and moved to lean over the couch back, her knees on the cushions, her legs spread. Sid wasted no time in stepping up behind her and entering her. She whimpered with his rough intrusion.

His own hunger was growling now. His hurried entrance immediately turned into rapid fucking. His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy hard. Although the pounding made her sorer she felt her juices continuing to coat him. Hanging on tightly to the couch back her body rocked with him, pushing back at him as her whimpers grew louder with each forceful insertion. Her tits hung down, swaying with the motion, their swollen nipples being brushed by the air flowing over them.

"Oh yea. fucking beautiful," Sid moaned after a couple of minutes

He grabbed her hips tightly and started to jackrabbit his cock into her, fucking her with short, powerful drives. Even as her ass slammed back to meet each of his forceful thrust, sharp cries of pain passed her lips. A moment later his body stiffened with his cock crammed inside her as far as possible.

"Ohhh yea," he moaned, his semen spraying into her pussy.

For the next couple of moments he simply stood there, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. When his cock grew limp and slid from her she fell sideways, collapsing onto the couch into a ball with her ass sticking out. Laying there, she felt her pussy throb with the poundings it had received, felt it ache with soreness. But she also felt the beginning embers of yet another orgasm deep inside of her loins, one that she would have happily forgotten and let fade. The last minutes of the brutal fucking she had received from Sid were too much. She did not want another cock in her pussy. Hiding her face in the corner of the couch she cried softly.

"What the hell, whore?" Dan growled. "You ain't done yet."

She felt a hand on her upturned ass and she slowly turned to look over her shoulder. Dan stood above her, his hard cock in one hand. Seeing it she whimpered with a mixture of desire and fear. Part of her yearned for it to be slid into her still wet pussy, but the other half wanted nothing to do with it.

"P- Please," she whispered up at him. "It hurts."

"Sorry to hear that, slut," he chuckled. "But you still got one hard cock to go."

He grabbed her waist and lifted her into a kneeling position, her face being buried in the couch cushions. Pushing her legs apart he rubbed at her sore pussy then stuck two fingers in her. 

"Ohhh," she whimpered. "No, please."

Surprisingly his fingers worked gently in and out of her, pumping at the mixture of juices present. The flames of her orgasm were fanned by his gentleness, yet it still hurt and she whimpered with indecision.

"But hey, if your pussy's really too sore, we can always use an alternate hole," he told her. 

With that her ass cheek was pulled aside and a finger slid from her pussy to her sphincter where it applied pressure. The juices coating his finger allowed it to slip easily past the opening. 

"Ohhh," she moaned as it penetrated her.

For a few moments he pumped his finger in and out of her ass. Then the second finger left her pussy and joined its companion. As the two digits steadily loosened her anus she felt the orgasm inside her being pulled forward. Reflexively she shifted her position slightly, moving to spread her legs open a little further and making it so her body could push back at the fingers.

"Ohhh," her new position put her face down into the corner of the couch seat, muffling her whimper.

"You like that, don't you slut?" Dan chuckled.

She felt him climb behind her, felt his legs rub against hers. When his cock first brushed against her pussy she whimpered and jumped a little, her sore and swollen lips hurting with the contact. But his fingers, buried in her ass and making small circles, were making her hungry and she pushed back against him. As the tip of his cock entered her she whimpered into the cushion. She wanted it to fill her, but dreaded any pumping motions. Dan seemed to understand and he slid himself into her very slowly until his entire length was in her while his fingers continued working her anus.

"Ohhh," she squirmed. "Oh God."

He held himself still for a moment, not moving, just holding his cock buried completely inside of her. The amount of juices involved allowed for some level of comfort. But then he started pulling out and the friction, however lubricated, made her whimper some more. As his cock withdrew from her sex his fingers were removed from her ass. A second later she felt the tip of his cock press against her waiting sphincter. The coated penis and her pre-stretched anus easily allowed him to penetrate her, steadily stuffing his entire length in her rectum. 

"Ughhh-ohhh," she moaned at the feel of it.

For a brief moment he held it like this, his cock fully implanted, his balls rubbing her flesh, his hips making small rotations. Then he slowly withdrew part of his cock before sliding it back in. As his hands gripped her hips and his thumbs spread her ass cheeks to give him a better view of his cock fucking her ass he began to steadily pump himself in and out. After a few of these rhythmic strokes she started to respond. The sensation of his cock fucking her ass made her orgasm crawl toward the edge and her body rocked to pump her ass back, meeting his forward thrusts. With her face buried in the couch she fucked herself back at him. 

"Oh God yes. Oh God yes," she mewed into the cushion. "Oh, oh, oh. Yesss. Oh God yes."

As the rhythm of his fucking increased, so did the intensity of the fire fueling her orgasm. Each pump of his cock into her ass sent fans swirling over the glowing heat, pushing it nearer and nearer the precipice. He filled her time and time again, his rigid shaft stuffing her full and she drove herself back to meet him.

"Oh God yes," she moaned louder now, her ass slamming backward. "Oh God yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your cock."

Their rhythm increased until they were pounding into each other, slamming their bodies together with a wildness echoed by a fleshy slapping sound.

"Fuck me in the ass," she cried. "Fill my ass with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh God yes, fuck me."

Her orgasm blazed toward its climax. Her body screamed for its explosive release. 

"Fuck my ass. Fill me with your cock. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass."

Her entire body started to tingle with electricity. She felt the orgasm teetering on the very edge, mere centimeters from crashing forward.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Her whole body started to quake and quiver. Her ass jerked at his cock.

"Fuck me in the ass. Fuck my dirty little ass. Oh God yes, fuck me."

She felt his cock growing stiffer, felt it filling her more. 

"Ohhh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

Their pace became frenzied. He started to jerk oddly in his pumping actions.

"Fuck me in my ass. Fuck my dirty little ass. My dirty little ass."

Behind her Dan moaned. His grip on her hips tightened. 

"Oh God yes, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass."

He began pounding into her. No longer keeping a rhythm, only pounding.

"Ohhh, my ass. My dirty little ass. Fuck it. Fuck me. Fuck."

She could not match his frenzy. She could only lay there having her face crammed into the corner.

"Ohhh, your cock. My ass. Fuck my ass with your cock. My dirty little ass."

She felt her orgasm teetering so close. His pounding nudged it closer and closer.

"My ass. Ohhh yeess. Fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck it."

"Oh, fuck yea," Dan roared as he crammed himself forward and inside of her.

She felt his cock slam as deep into her as it could. Her orgasm hung on the verge of crashing through her. Matching his cramming force she ground herself against him. She felt his rigid cock twitch within her, spurting his semen. The sensation sent her orgasm blasting through her with tidal force, smashing its way along every single nerve. Her ass jumped and bucked on his exploding cock one second, then ground hard against him the next. She whimpered, she cried, she moaned.

"Ohhh God," her muffled words came from the couch's corner. "Oh God yesss. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Oh yea," he agreed. "Oh fuck yea."

Even as her own orgasm was just starting to subside she felt him growing limp inside of her. His cock soon slid from her anus and she felt sperm seeping out behind it. She collapsed onto the couch, panting with exhaustion.

She heard the men talking about leaving then she heard the back door shutting. 

The evening had taken a lot out of her. She was on the verge of passing out when a noise caught her attention. Pushing herself up on her tired arms she looked around and saw her husband and daughter still trussed up. Suddenly filled by shock and shame she realized that she had forgotten they were present during the last of the evening, that everything else had so engulfed her attentions. Seeing them now though she slowly stood up. On weak and wobbly legs she walked into the kitchen, where she found a knife. Stumbling her way to Frank she managed to get through the ropes holding his arms, then she looked into his eyes.

"I'm going to soak in a hot bath," she told him. "You take care of our daughter, for now."

Without waiting for a response she pushed herself away from the chair. On still wobbly legs she headed for the master bath and the hot, wet soaking her body so desperately needed.

Continued...



Consequences Ch. 02



Frank sat watching his beautiful wife being used by the men. He watched them rip her dress and manipulate her tits. He watched their hands and their lips on her body. And he saw her respond to their attentions, her defiance gradually fading as she grew hungry with lust.

He had fantasized about this kind of thing, about watching her being handled by multiple men. But those fantasies involved some situation he was a part of arranging, and he had not helped to arrange this. These men had come out of the dark and grabbed them against their will. Yet this fact did not diminish the affect it had on him. He still grew aroused by what he saw.

When he watched her suck the first cock, he felt his hunger stirring. Then as she knelt sucking the two cocks simultaneously, his own member throbbed within his pants. He tried to stop it, tried pushing his growing lust down. He knew he should be feeling other emotions instead. He should be angry at the men. He should feel sympathy for his wife. He should definitely be concerned for her and Cindy. And most of these he did experience, but they were all overrode by the ache in his balls. Looking at his beautiful wife alternating between sliding two hard cocks into her mouth, her torn dress exposing her heaving breasts, how could he not be aroused. Never had he seen Julie looking sexier, so enthralled in lustful rapture, and he groaned out his appreciation. Moments later he watched mesmerized as she crawled across the floor to him and devoured his own raging hard-on.

That was when he happened to glance over toward Cindy. For the last several minutes he had been so involved in watching Julie and the men that he had nearly forgotten his daughter was even present. But as Julie's lips crawled along his shaft he glanced her way and he was shocked by what he saw. The girl's eyes were locked on her kneeling mother as she pumped her mouth up and down on his hard cock. Frank had no idea what he had expected. Maybe he thought she would be looking away, or maybe have her face buried in the love seat while she cried. But she was not doing either of these things. Instead she was avidly watching.

Adding to his shock he believed that the things she was watching were affecting her as well. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs a little and he could see her slowly shifting her legs, scissoring them open and closed slightly. Plus her blouse was tight enough to show the outline of her semi-swollen nipples. 

Like his wife, Frank knew his daughter was not a virgin. But seeing her getting aroused by watching her mother being used like this, that did surprise him. 

The combination of this thought and Julie's talented mouth sent his climax racing into existence. With another groan he exploded in Julie's mouth and felt her gulp his cum down.

Suddenly he became concerned that the men would notice Cindy too, so he forced himself to avert his eyes. That was when they took Julie to the couch and turned their attentions to her pussy. Like them, he was amazed at how wet she was. He marveled at her beauty and the crazed passion she exhibited. Watching them fuck her and listening to her moan out her hunger over the following time had the effect of re-igniting his own desire. His cock slowly grew stiff once more and, with his trousers down around his ankles, it was obvious for anyone to see that might care to notice.

During this he occasionally shot glances toward Cindy and what he saw made his cock jump in his lap. His daughter's eyes remained riveted on the action before her. Her legs had continued their scissoring and the skirt had rode up her thighs more, exposing even more of her flesh. 

When he noticed her turning away from the couch and toward him he jerked his attention back to the couch. In his peripheral vision he watched her stare at his exposed, erect cock jerking and throbbing in his lap. Keeping his face turned so it appeared he was watching the group on the couch he peeked out the corners of his eyes several times during the remaining time. Several times he caught her glancing his way, her eyes locking onto his rigid cock.

When the third man sank his hard cock into Julie's ass he heard a moan come from the loveseat's direction. Turning that way he saw Cindy watching intently as her mother was anally fucked. For the next few minutes, until the guy shot his load, Frank's eyes jumped between the couch and the loveseat.

Once it was over the three men left through the back door without giving Cindy or him a second look. He listened to Julie whimpering into the cushion. He saw her lack of motion. He feared she would pass out before helping her family escape their bonds. But Cindy joined him in yelling through their gags and Julie soon showed signs of awareness.

"I'm going to soak in a hot bath," she told him after cutting his hands free. "You take care of our daughter for now."

He nodded his understanding then watched her stagger toward their master bath with its large garden tub.

When he went to cut his legs loose he realized just how stiff his limbs were from being tied in one position for so long. He began working to get the blood flowing in his arms and legs as he struggled to remove the gag in his mouth.

"Don't worry, Baby," he whispered hoarsely once he got the gag off. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

She nodded in response to his words, letting him know she understood what he was dealing with.

Once he felt that his legs were semi-sturdy and he had loosely fastened his pants back up around his waist he hobbled his way over to her. 

Soon they were sitting on the loveseat holding each other and making small movements with their extremities to increase the circulation. When he pulled her tightly to his chest she began to shake slightly with small whimperings. He continued to hold her and listen to her quiet crying, his hand caressing her hair and back. Slowly he became aware of how good her body felt pressed against his. He also noticed that somehow one of his legs had gotten between her two and her crotch seemed to be rubbing against his thigh as she worked the circulation in her legs. During the time since watching his wife being fucked his cock had grown limp, but now he felt it pulse with renewed stirrings. On the pretense of removing his shoes and socks he dislodged his body from Cindy's so that she would not feel his stiffening member pressing against her.

"I need to go pee," she whispered at that moment.

"Yea," he agreed, realizing his own need in that department. "Why don't I get us something to drink too, we both sound a little hoarse."

"Okay," she nodded. "Why don't you bring it to my room, that way I can lie down."

He agreed that this sounded like a good idea and sent her off down the hall leading to her end of the house. He hit the spare bath off the living room then grabbed a couple bottles of water from the kitchen. Walking toward Cindy's room he removed his shirt and undershirt, just his slacks being his normal household attire. When he stepped into her room Cindy was lying flat on her back in her bed staring up at the ceiling. He thought he saw her hand jerk out from under her skirt as he entered.

"You okay, Honey?" He asked, handing her a water.

"Yea, I guess," she shrugged.

At the other end of the house he knew his wife would be soaking in their tub, leaving him to console and help their daughter through things.

Climbing onto the bed he pulled Cindy to him. She readily rolled onto her side so that she could cuddle up to him, her face being buried in the crook of his neck. As they lay there holding each other he could not help smelling her hair and noticing the soft warmth of her body. While one hand rested at the small of her back, holding her tight to him, his other gently caressed her hair and he kissed her head. Feeling her body nestled into his he felt the blood pump into his cock again and cursed himself silently. He knew she would see the growing bulge if she were to look down along their bodies. He hoped that she would not do this as he tried to think of something that would make it go away.

It was then that he noticed how firmly her body was pressed against his, her breasts nearly flattened against his side. He also realized his leg had somehow managed to get between hers again. This time though he felt certain the feel of her crotch softly rubbing against his thigh was not from any attempts at improving circulation. This thought sent more blood pulsing into his cock.

"Daddy?" Cindy whispered into his chest.

"Yes Baby?" He tried pushing away the thoughts suddenly bombarding him.

"I- I can't st- stop thinking about... about--."

"It's okay, Honey. It's okay," he tried to reassure her, cursing his thoughts.

"No... um... It's... It's not--," she shook a little against him.

"It will be."

"Y- You don't under... You don't understand," she pulled her head back just a little and looked up at him.

Meeting her gaze he saw something there that he did not immediately recognize. 

"I- I--," she stopped herself.

"Shh, it's alright Honey," he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Daddy, am I bad girl?" she asked.

She leaned back a little more. His eyes were drawn downward and he realized that she had undone most of her blouse's buttons before he got in the room. He had failed to notice it before, but now, as he saw its open flaps, he noticed. Not only could he see the mounds of flesh that were her young breasts, but he could also see her nipples. He was shocked at how red and swollen they were. He then felt the force of her crotch's rubbing against him steadily increase until it was nearly grinding into his thigh bone.

That was when he knew what he was seeing in her eyes as she stared up at him. Lust. Plain and simple lust. Lust and hunger.

"Am I a bad girl, Daddy?" She whispered with a hint of mischief.

Looking down at his daughter, Frank's eyes traveled up from her breasts and those hard, red nipples, to her face. He gazed into her eyes filled with desire, felt her grind herself against his leg, and he understood her question.

Like him, Cindy had spent the evening watching her mother being fucked by three strange men. Watched her being used by them, being their sexual toy. And, like him, it had affected her, had sexually excited her, had her burning with tension. She was so filled by this that it had taken a sledgehammer to society's taboos and she wanted him, her father, to relieve the tension. Peering into her lustful expression, her pert young breasts at the edge of his vision, he quickly realized he wanted her too. He wanted to touch her body and taste her nectar. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his pounding cock. Not only did he want to . . . he was going to.

The hand at the small of her back applied pressure and the other slid down to cup her chin.

"Daa... Ummm," she started, but then moaned as he planted his lips against hers.

Instantly he felt her respond. Her mouth pressed into his. Her tongue met his as their lips parted. She shifted to press her body even harder into his, mashing her tits into his chest. Her crotch humped at his thigh now. 

Ignoring the thoughts of how it was wrong he reveled in the feel and the taste of her.

The first passionate kiss led to a second. Then a third. Their lips locked, their tongues met. They released, only to return right back. He stroked her hair, caressed her face. His fingers tingled at the feel of her soft flesh. He heard her moaning softly into his mouth, felt their bodies pressing harder against one another.

His hand slid down her cheek, across her neck and down to the flesh exposed by her open blouse. He traced small lines up and down along the opening, lightly tickling her skin. She moaned into him. Her kisses grew firmer, her tongue more insistent. Each time his hand drew close to her breasts he felt her lifting herself toward it. Reaching the bottom of the opening he undid the last couple buttons. Bringing his hand back up he slipped it under the blouse and filled it with her tit. As he closed on the mound and gently squeezed she shoved her chest into his hand.

"Uuuuummmm," she groaned louder into his mouth.

Her young breast was firm in his grasp, her nipple hard beneath his palm. After massaging the tit for a minute he shifted his hand to rub at her swollen nub with his finger and thumb. As he played with it he felt it grow firmer. Moving his mouth from her lips he started to kiss her cheek, her temple, her forehead.

"Ohhh," she mewed as he spread light kisses on her face. 

He worked his way back to her hungry lips. Once there he paused long enough to gaze down at her. She stared back at him, her eyelids heavy, her bottom lip drooping slightly. Her crotch rubbed against his thigh with steadily increasing pressure. He took in her lustful expression, reveled in her beauty.

"Daddy," she breathed at him. 

He clamped his lips back down on hers, feeling her jump at his as well. His hand massaged her tit, twirled the nipple. His other hand rubbed her back, pressing small circles into the small of it. She responded by molding herself against him as much as possible without hindering his hand on her breast. Her crotch was hard against his thigh, jerking up and down in small strokes. He released her tit to tug the bottom of her blouse from her skirt. She weakened her pressure against him slightly to allow him better access.

Inside Frank boiled with desire. Hungry with impatience he tried to maintain some composure but knew that he was jerking at the blouse roughly. Still, he managed to contain himself enough to get it un-tucked and undo the last button.

Kissing his way across her cheek to her ear he pushed the blouse flap aside and laid his fingers on the hot skin of her side. He heard her take in a sharp breath as he made contact. Slowly he traced his way up across her flesh to her heaving tit and its hard, red nub. Just as he gripped the fleshy mound his teeth nibbled on her earlobe.

"Ohhh Daddy," she mewed, cramming her tit into his hand. "Ohhh yes."

He breathed into her ear and twisted her nipple between his digits. She whimpered in pleasure. He massaged her tit as he ran his lips and tongue all over her neck and ear.

"Ohhh yes," she mewed and whimpered while he rubbed her tit. "Ohhh yes, Daddy."

Suddenly the thought struck him that this might very well be his one and only chance to have his beautiful daughter. Summoning as much self-discipline as he could he swore that he was going to thoroughly enjoy the opportunity.

They shifted into more comfortable and practical positions. Cindy leaned back, presenting her breasts to him. She brought her hands up and tangled her fingers into his hair. Frank kept a hand covering one of her pert mounds, his fingers manipulating the nipple. His other slid around to make small circles on her abdomen.

Slowly he started to kiss his way down her flesh, fighting his growing state of desire he tried covering as much flesh with his lips as he could. Working downward he reached her chest just above her breasts where he planted a dozen light kisses before reversing direction. Moving his way back up across her flesh he left a trail of slow, light kisses to her ear. Repeating the process a couple more times he felt her start to squirm slightly beneath him.

"Ohhh yes," she kept mewing. "Ohhh yes Daddy. Ohhh Daddy."

Eventually he moved to her lips. As he passionately kissed her, their tongues dueling, he twisted her nipple a little harder. Cindy responded by moaning into his mouth and cramming her tit into his hand.

Breaking their lip-lock he once again kissed his way down across her neck to her chest. This time he did not stop though. He was soon running his lips over the breast he held. As he slowly kissed the outer reaches of her mound she panted heavily. He sensed her body arguing between squirming with desire and freezing with anticipation. Her hard nipple filled his peripheral vision and he gradually worked his kisses closer to it. Her young, pert tit felt firm and inviting in his hand. As his lips drew closer to the rigidly swollen nub her fingers grew more urgent within his hair, tugging gently. When he reached her nipple his tongue darted out to lick it before he lowered his lips around it, encasing it and suckling upon it as his tongue swirled over it.

"Ohhh yes Daddy," she moaned out. "Ohhh yes. Suck my titty, Daddy, suck my titty."

Her hands clamped his head to her. Her body arched upward, shoving her tit at his mouth. Her hips rolled upon the bed, her lower body squirming excitedly.

"Ohhh God yes," she nearly cried. "Ohhh God yes. Suck my titty Daddy. Suck it good. Ohhh Daddy."

He brought his other hand up to massage her other tit, rolling that nipple between his finger and thumb. He managed to pull his mouth from the one breast and move it to the other where he suckled and licked that nipple as well. After a couple moments he returned to the first nipple. Then back to the other. Then back still again. Meanwhile he continued massaging both her breasts and Cindy continued to whimper and moan. Each time his lips locked down around an aching nub she held his head tightly to her fleshy mound. 

Their shifting bodies had not removed his thigh from between her legs and as he suckled on her firm breasts her crotch began ratcheting against him. Using her feet as leverage against the mattress she shoved her hips at him while grinding herself against him with small, spastic jerks. Her skirt's hem rode up, the material bunching near her waist.

"Suck my titty Daddy. Suck my titty," a tear appeared at the corner of her one eye. "Ohhh God yes. Suck my titty Daddy."

Frank was hesitant to leave the wonderful ranges of his daughter's tits and so he spent a long time moving from one to the other. During that time her crotch's ratcheting actions progressed to near jack hammering force. Her desire filled moans grew more and more desperate. Then she dropped one hand from his hair and grabbed at one of his wrist, tugging at it, pulling it away from her breast.

"Oh God Daddy," a couple more tears leaked from her eyes. "I'm so wet. My pussy's so wet. Ohhh God Daddy. It's sooo wet for you Daddy."

Frank had no desire to fight her lead. Inside his pants his cock was throbbing impatiently, the ache in his balls powerful. But he was still determined to enjoy the experience and so he forced his hand to crawl down across her abdomen. Once it started moving downward Cindy released his wrist, allowing him to move at his own pace, but she still kept her fingers in light contact with it. He shifted again, this time slipping his leg out from between hers, but he continued to suckle one of her tits.

Beneath his fingers he felt her abdomen muscles quiver. Then his hand slid down past her skirt's top edge and the bundled material to her bare thigh, inches below her sex. Cindy inhaled sharply as his finger touched her there. He started to trace small, delicate circles on her thigh, gently caressing her flesh. Slowly his fingers worked their way up toward her waiting pussy. He felt the heat emanating from her. Felt his fingers brush across slight traces of wetness.

Cindy still held his head against her breast, her body arching slightly to feed him her fleshy mound. In hungry anticipation her hips remained nearly frozen now, but she was unable to completely stop their small, instinctive rolling motions.

His fingers came within centimeters of her pussy. Her body shoved herself toward them. Her hand grabbed at his wrist once again and she tried to pull his hand forward. 

"Oh Daddy. Ohhh please."

Hearing the need in her voice he could not have stopped his fingers from covering that last, miniscule distance to her pussy if he had wanted to. When he touched her there his cock jumped in his slacks and he pulled his head up away from her tit. These things were in reaction to finding out Cindy was not wearing any panties, and that she was indeed quite wet. Additionally she was already open slightly, allowing his two fingers to begin slipping inside her. He somehow managed to stop them with just the tips entering her. 




Consequences Ch. 02



The next morning when I came down for breakfast, part of my usual routine now, Uncle Max was in the kitchen but the woman was nowhere to be seen. 

"Good morning, Jenny," he said, flipping pancakes. For the first time I noticed that Uncle Max had some pretty nice biceps. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt and some worn out jeans and his blonde hair looked seriously tussled. 

"Good morning Uncle Max," I said, trying not to blush as I sat down at the table. We ate breakfast in silence and I was just about to get up when he finally looked up across the table with those dark blue eyes, a hard expression on his face.

"Did you have a good night last night?" he asked.

Oh crap. He knew. He'd seen me move. Lie, lie, lie... 

"Uh, I guess. I just did some homework and then went to bed." I could feel the heat rising in my face. 

"Really?" he asked, getting that look on his face that I've learned to recognize from right before I get a lecture. Dammit. I don't have time for this, it was Saturday and I wanted to go meet my friend Dana at the mall. Lectures from Uncle Max could last for much longer than I wanted to sit here and listen. Resentment bubbled up inside of me. Fine, I'd tell the truth.

"I did see you come home with your date, yes," I said defiantly. And then I stood up, getting ready to go.

"Don't move," he said, in a low hard voice, and I froze. It was the same way he'd talked to the woman last night when he'd told her to put her hands above her head. There was power in that tone, way too much for me to resist. "Turn around and face me."

I did, shaking a little bit. 

"You embarrassed me last night," he said, before taking a sip of coffee. 

"Um. I'm sorry."

"Unfortunately that's not enough. I believe in strict discipline, as I think you're finding out."

"I'm nineteen, Uncle Max, I don't think I need discipline," I said, struggling to keep my tone civil. 

"How long were you watching me and my date?"

I froze again, unable to answer because of the way he was looking at me, the lie caught in my throat.

"That's what I thought," he said. "Apparently you can't differentiate between what's private and what's not. As I said, you embarrassed me and you need to be disciplined so that you will learn not to do anything like that again."

"I won't," I said quickly. "You don't need to 'discipline' me."

"Unfortunately that's not up to you." The calm tone of voice he was using was really irking me. "Your grandmother left me in charge of you. I know she told you that you'd need to follow my rules. That includes my punishment. Now lift up your skirt."

"What?!" I was absolutely shocked. What the hell?! But before I could work my way from shock to anger he gave me another stern stare.

"I believe in the punishment fitting the crime. You stood and watched something that was private to me and you embarrassed me. Therefore I am now going to look at something private of yours that embarrasses you. I have a feeling this is going to be a very salutary lesson for you."

I just stood there, completely shocked, and he stared me down. There was no mercy in his eyes. 

"Don't make me upset your grandmother by telling her that you aren't behaving."

Dammit, he couldn't be serious. There was no way my grandmother would back him in this insane punishment. Would she? Why the hell had she left him in charge of me after calling him her wild child for so many years and telling me that he was a bad seed? On the other hand, if he really did follow through on his threat to tell her, that might just kill her to hear it. Could I bear having my grandmother know that I'd spied on my Uncle as he fingered a woman to orgasm? Knowing the shame that it had aroused me, that I'd touched myself while I watched - that for one brief second I'd wished that I was in her shoes?

There was threat in his eyes, but challenge too, like he wanted me to prove to him that I was a real good girl, that I could follow orders as well as the woman last night.

My emotions were too complex for me to truly sort out, but in the end I found myself lifting my skirt. And wishing that I'd worn pants. I knew he wasn't getting anything great to look at, just sky blue cotton panties but he stared at them like he had x-ray vision or something. Blushing I started to lower them. 

"Stop," he commanded, and I froze. "How long did you watch me last night Jenny?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Longer than I just spent looking at your panties?"

I blushed again, which was answer enough. 

"Hold your skirt back up, all the way." 

I looked away from him as I did so, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze as he looked at my panty-clad privates. And yet something about the whole situation, maybe the taboo of it, maybe my humiliation, maybe his control over me, was turning me on. I was horrified and worried that he might soon be able to see evidence of my arousal. 

"How long do I have to do this?" I asked, unable to keep the discomfort out of my voice. 

"I'll give you a choice," he said smoothly, almost like he'd been waiting for me to ask. "You can either stand there and let me look at those pretty blue panties for the next ten minutes or you can increase the embarrassment factor by pulling them down to mid thigh and standing there for two minutes."

What the hell kind of choice was that? There was no way my grandmother would be okay with this. Glaring at him I was about to put my panties back down when he got the most stormy look on his face. It fairly took my breath away and I froze, like prey when it catches glimpse of the deadliest predator in the forest, knowing that there's no escape and hoping against hope that they'll be overlooked. 

"If you even think about putting your skirt down before I tell you that you can I will put you over my knee, pull down those panties myself and spank your bare ass."

My knees almost buckled. If that had been coming from the mouth of a guy I was dating I would have probably immediately tested the statement. Coming from my Uncle Max, whose dominant personality I had glimpsed last night and who already had me showing him my panties, I didn't dare. He would do it. I knew he would. And it was making my pussy cream. 

I shifted my weight, trying to decide on the lesser evil. If I pulled down my panties and let him see my pussy then I'd have to stand here for a lot less time. And the more time I spent standing here, the more risk I took of having a visible wet spot on my panties. It was too embarrassing for him to know that he was turning me on - my own freaking uncle! Everything about this situation was just so wrong. I swore that I'd never spy on him again. No matter how interesting the situation was.

Grimacing I made my choice. I hooked my thumbs under my panties and slid them down to mid thigh, lifting my skirt up again as I closed my eyes, my humiliation complete. But it was better than letting him see a wet spot, right?

My Uncle didn't say a word. After a moment I peeked and was immediately disturbed by the look on his face as his eyes trailed over my dark blonde mound. He couldn't possibly see that I was wet, right? I shifted nervously more than once as I stood there, watching the clock as seconds ticked by.

After exactly two minutes, although I could swear he never took his gaze away from my pussy, Uncle Max said, "You may go now."

I fled.



Consequences Ch. 02



"Ohhh God," she cried sadly.

Her body jumped. She desperately tried to get his fingers to penetrate her further by rolling her hips and pulling at his wrist.

"Ohhh-Ohhh," she moaned. "Daddy please. Please Daddy. Please."

She was grinding and shoving her hips downward, pushing her sex at his fingers.

He released her tit so he could prop himself up and stare down at her. From beneath heavy lids her eyes smoldered up at him. Her hanging bottom lip quivered as she panted hungrily. Her firm young breasts, topped by erect nipples, barely shimmied with her body's actions. At her crotch her pouty labia glistened wetly. At one spot her swollen clit protruded out from between them, its tip poking out into the air. Below that her sex actually seemed to be sucking at his teasing fingers.

He managed to keep his digits from penetrating her, but he did not stop the heel of his hand from bumping her clit. That contact was enough to cause her orgasm to explode through her. Her body jerked and twisted. Her head snapped back. Her mouth fell open.

"Ohhh God!" She moaned loudly.

Holding himself up Frank watched his daughter's body spasm climatically. The beauty of her, and the sound of her lust filled moan, overpowered his resolve. He drove his two fingers into her while cramming his palm against her clit.

"Ohhh God," Cindy cried out, her hips jumping against his hand. "Ohhh God Daddy, Ohhh God. Fuck me with your fingers Daddy. Fuck my pussy. Ohhh Daddy."

She moaned out her desires over and over. Her body twisted and jerked its way through the rocketing orgasm. Watching her he pumped his hand at her pussy, fucking her humping body with his fingers. Turning his hand slightly he ensured that the heel bumped into her clit with nearly every insertion. Each time it did her entire body would jump and a new moan would roll past her open lips. Her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers and making her crotch glisten more and more.

"Oh yes. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh God yes."

Moments later the orgasm began to subside and she slowly settled down.

Frank dropped toward her and started kissing her flesh once again. This time he started at her breasts and worked his way down across her stomach. Her abs quivered beneath his warm, wet lips. Above him she mewed excitedly. Together they quickly worked to remove her clothing; Frank her skirt and Cindy her blouse. They tossed the two items aside then she once more tangled her fingers into his hair as he returned to kissing her lower belly. He did not stop kissing his way across her flesh as he maneuvered himself into place. When he was laying between her legs he looked up along her body to lock eyes with her. She was staring back down at him, her head raised on a pillow. Her legs were spread open, his hands holding her inner thighs. Her crotch glistened with her juices, his thumbs gently stroking the furthest outer edges of it. And her eyes burned with the powerful, hungry need filling her body.

"Yes Daddy," she mewed. "Oh yes, please."

With her nude body displayed before him, her legs spread wide, and her soaked pussy mere inches away he inhaled deeply. He then blew gently on her pouting lips and protruding clit. Cindy shuddered. He reached out with his tongue and softly traced the outer edges of her sex. She whimpered. He began to lick all around her pussy.

"Ohhh," Cindy whimpered when he just missed touching her clit.

Her hips were gyrating before him, her body obviously inflamed with another awakened orgasm. Frank carefully set his thumb at her entrance and began making small circles with it. He watched her hips roll and push toward him as she tried to make the digit penetrate her. He felt her juices coat it. He continued to lick every centimeter of her sex without touching her clit. 

"Ohhh," she whimpered, one hand pushing on the back of his head. "Oh please Daddy. Eat my pussy. Eat my pussy Daddy. Please."

Once again the need in her voice, the hunger he sensed in her, drove him to the next step. Flattening his tongue against her clit he started licking it forcefully. He also pushed his thumb into her and rolled it around.

Her hips humped her at him. He felt one hand release his hair and, looking up, saw it close atop one tit, cupping and massaging the firm mound with desire. He then saw her abs tightening and knew her newest orgasm was nearing its release. Smashing his tongue down on her clit he vibrated his vocal cords. Cindy's hips jerked against him, her hips rolling and shoving her sex against his face.

"Ohhh God yes Daddy," she cried out. "Eat my pussy Daddy. Eat my pussy. Ohhh God yes."

As her orgasm peaked she once again locked both hands on the back of his head, holding him there, pushing him into her. As her hips jerked spastically he struggled to hold his tongue against her swollen clit.

"Ohhh God Daddy. Ohhh God yes. Ohhh God yes."

Just as her orgasm started to drop off he slipped his juice coated thumb from her pussy and stuffed it into her ass. The digit easily popped past her sphincter.

"Ohhh God Daddy," she moaned with a mixture of surprise and ecstasy. "Ohhh-Ohhh."

Her entire body suddenly tensed again as her orgasm exploded to a new level. Her hips drove her ass at his hand, trying to cram herself further onto his thumb.

This was her second orgasm and he had yet to cum. His balls ached with need. His cock throbbed painfully. He decided it was time to stick his rigid cock into his daughter's wet little pussy and fuck her.

As soon as she settled down he pushed himself away and stood up. Standing at the foot of the bed, undoing his slacks, he stared down at her and admired her lustful appearance. With hungry eyes she returned his gaze. Her hair was mussed up. Her sweat soaked body was splayed out, her heaving tits topped by red, swollen nipples. Her scissoring legs were spread wide, her glistening pussy hungrily waiting between them.

The sight of her made his cock ache even more. He saw her lick her lips as he lowered his pants, exposing the rigid pole. For a brief second he thought about feeding her mouth the hard shaft, but he forgot the idea because he wanted to feel it stuffing a different hole. He climbed back onto the bed and between her legs, guiding his hard cock to her waiting pussy. She closed her eyes when the tip of it touched her entrance. She held herself still as he slowly lowered his hips, gradually sliding inside her.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Her wet pussy sucked at him as it became wrapped around his cock. Her muscles clenched at his stiff pole, squeezing it as he stuffed her with it. When he was completely inside of her he held himself in place for a moment as the two of them ground their hips into one another.

"Oh yes Daddy. Fuck me. Ohhh God yes," she mewed.

Gradually he pulled back until just the head of his cock remained clenched within her sex, then he pushed forward again. He then started to pump himself at her. Cindy found and matched his rhythm and they were soon moving against each other with a steady pace. 

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck my pussy. Oh God yes. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy. Harder Daddy. Fuck me harder."

Hovering above her, Frank looked down into her beautiful face. He stared at her ecstasy contorted features; her eyes hooded by heavy lids, her dangling, quivering bottom lip. Lower he saw her young tits jiggle firmly with their motions. Lifting himself up a little more he looked down along her body to where his cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy. He watched her pouting labia suck at him as he withdrew, then devoure him as he pushed back into her.

"Ohhh God yes Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck my pussy Daddy. Fuck your little girl, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

At her words his eyes rapidly crawled back up along her tone body to find her staring up at him, a mischievous sparkle in her gaze. In that sparkle he saw that her lustful hunger was being fueled by the idea of who her partner was. Not only was she being excited and pleasured by the touching, eating and fucking, but on it being him, her father, that was doing these things. 

Hours later he would wonder about this. He would wonder if she had previously thought about fucking her father or if it was simply the current circumstances that had her so enthralled by the experience. But that was later. At that moment he had no time for such thoughts. Instead he watched her fucking him back and simply concentrated on enjoying the activities as they were happening. 

Beneath him Cindy began to drive herself at him with growing intensity as her head rolled back, her eyes closing tightly. He recognized the signs of her impending orgasm and matched her force as her drilled his cock into her. Her hands, which had been laying out to her sides, reached up and grabbed at his ass. Her legs became spread even wider, her feet digging into the mattress so that she could slam her pelvis up at him.

"Fuck your little girl Daddy. Fuck her wet pussy. Fuck her with your hard cock Daddy," she cried, a couple of tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. "Oh God yes, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl's wet pussy."

Frank pounded himself into her, watching her body tense and jerk as the orgasm exploded its way through her. Her hands pulled at his ass, forcing him as deep into her as possible while her hips continued to make limited humping motions at him.

Despite the amazing experience he was not yet feeling ready himself, having cum in his wife's mouth a short time before. And at that moment he was extremely happy that age had taken some toll on him.

"Ohhh God yesss," she cried out loud again. "Ohhh God Daddy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on her cock Daddy. Your little girl is cumming on your hard cock. Ohhh God yes."

Moments later the orgasm faded. Cindy's hands fell from his ass and she dropped back onto the bed. While he waited for her breathing to settle slightly he held his cock buried deep inside her, feeling her pussy muscles continue to squeeze and clench at it. Soon though he pulled back and started fucking her again. As their crotches rhythmically met, wet slapping sounds rose up from the area. Once more he watched her lovely young breasts topped by her swollen nipples firmly jiggle below him. 

"Daddy?" she asked after only a few pumps.

The question in her voice made him look up and meet her gaze. It took her a second to continue, but when she did he felt his balls nearly explode immediately.

"Would I be a bad girl if I asked you to put in my ass Daddy?"

Frank froze with his cock half-buried inside her soaked pussy. As her words sank fully into his conscious he had to quickly think about baseball stats and engine repair to stop his climax.

"Would I Daddy?"

Staring down into her eyes, seeing the hungry curiosity in them, he could not help grinning broadly.

"Oh yes, Honey," he told her. "A very bad girl."

"Fuck me in the ass, Daddy," she mewed. "Stick your cock in my horny little ass please."

Once again he needed no further encouragement.

Sliding his cock from the grasp of her pussy he lifted her legs to his shoulders. From by her head he grabbed a couple pillows. Lifting her ass up off the bed he stuffed the pillows under her lower back. She allowed him to maneuver her into this position, her body limp in his hands. He then gripped his cock and aimed it at her pink little sphincter. When he applied pressure it took a moment for his lubed head to part the opening and begin slipping inside her. This, combined with the appearance of discomfort mixing with her lustful expression, told him that her ass was still a virgin. The thought that he was taking her anal cherry filled him with a powerful hunger and it took a lot of willpower to not slam his hips forward, forcefully driving his cock into her rectum. Instead he made himself take it slowly, inching his cock into her virgin ass carefully. He watched her face and whenever he saw her pain dampening her lust he stopped and retreated a partial inch. Then as her hunger reasserted itself, he would push forward again. In this way it took several minutes before his entire length was buried in her ass. He ground his hips into her, rolling his rigid cock within her clutching rectum. After a moment she opened her eyes and stared hungrily into his.

"Am I a bad girl Daddy?"

"Oh God yes. You're a very bad girl Cindy."

"Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck your bad little girl's ass."

Still moving slowly he withdrew his cock almost completely, then slid it forward again. Keeping a close watch of her face he stopped his forward progress whenever he saw the pain surfacing too much. After a few pumps he withdrew it and stuffed it into her pussy once more to add lubrication then quickly reinserted it into her ass. Her discomfort soon vanished completely and he worked up a slow, steady pace. His hips rocked back and forth. His cock pumped in and out of his daughter's tight rectum. As he did this Cindy began to pump her ass at his cock. She pushed herself back at him, rolling her hips as she pushed her sphincter down along his rigid shaft.

"Ohhh God yes Daddy," she whimpered. "Ohhh yes, fuck my ass. Fuck my naughty little ass Daddy."

Frank felt his climax begin to boil within his balls. He looked down to watch his cock appearing then disappearing into his daughter's delicate ass. He felt her tight little hole clinging around his girth. He watched her body rock itself back and forth, her ass fucking his cock as he fucked her in turn. He listened to her whimper and cry out continual encouragements. Everything was working together to rapidly bring his orgasm to existence and he knew he would not last much longer. He could not stop himself and his pace sped up, he started pounding into her rectum. 

"Ohhh-Ohhh. Oh God yes," she moaned out. "Fuck my dirty little ass Daddy. Oh Daddy, I'm such a naughty little girl. Such a bad little girl. Fuck my naughty ass Daddy. Fuck my ass."

He saw her body tensing, felt her muscles starting to jerk spastically. Realizing what was happening he was thrilled to see her reaching toward yet another orgasm. Again he felt his own climax boiling inside him and he wondered if he would be able to last long enough to get Cindy there.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh yes. Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck your naughty little girl in the ass. Fuck her Daddy, fuck herrr."

She began to ram her ass along his cock. Her hips jerked and hopped with each full insertion. Her head snapped from side to side, her eyes clamped tightly shut. With that he knew she was there and he watched as the orgasm exploded through her. He watched her body twist and jump upon the bed with the most force he had witnessed all night. 

"Ohhh fuck my dirty little ass Daddy. I'm such a bad girl daddy, such a bad-bad little girl. Ohhh God Daddy, fuck my ass. Fuck it Daddy, fuck it hard."

Frank's own climax was on the very verge. He granted her wish, pummeling himself into her with a raging frenzy. Each time his cock fully penetrated her, her ass bucked excitedly. 

"Fuck my ass Daddy, fuck my ass," she encouraged him as he slammed his cock in and out of her. "My dirty little ass Daddy. My dirty little ass."

Feeling his cum about to spurt out of him he crammed his cock into her. They ground themselves against one another. He stared down at her beauty, mesmerized by her lustful expression and proud young breasts. He listened to her rant about what a naughty little girl she was and how he should fuck her dirty little ass. Inside her rectum his cock sprayed his cum, spurting and jumping with each release. Meanwhile her own orgasm slowly began to fade, her muscles and tendons growing limp.

A minute later she looked up at him, a mischievous smirk on her lips. He felt her ass sliding on his cock in small increments.

"I'm such a naughty girl Daddy," she whispered.

"That was amazing," he told her.

"Will we do it again, Daddy?" She asked. "Will you fuck your little girl again?"

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 03



Julie rested in the tub of hot water feeling it sooth her sore, aching pussy. Thoughts and emotions ran through her like run-away freight trains on collision courses with one another. As she thought about what the men had done her anger rose up to turn her cheeks red. Then, remembering the hungry desire in Frank's face at seeing the three men have their way with her, she smiled slightly with pleasure even as a small twinge of arousal rippled through her. But then she thought about Cindy, about what the girl had witnessed. This brought her back to Dan, Tom and Sid and she broiled with anger once more. From one thought to the next her mind rolled without rhythm, keeping her emotions in constant flux.

At times she could not help recalling how the men had made her feel, how they had made her body yearn with a hungry sexual need that caused her to cry out for their cocks. How their roughness had fueled her desires, how their hands had fanned the flames which had burned so intensely within her loins. And with these thoughts came a much reduced reawakening of those fires.

Then she would get angry as she thought of her daughter watching her being manhandled, not to mention the her own lustful displays. Julie had to wonder how it all had effected the girl. Her very next thought was to question what the men had been thinking, what had made them decide to disregarded her one requirement; that Cindy not witness anything directly.

Seconds later she began chastising herself for taking up with Dan in the first place. He had just always been such a sweet, attentive man when their jobs had put them together. Then, one night while Frank had been out of town, she had a few extra drinks at a work outing and found herself in his apartment, fucking on his couch, his floor, his bed. The fire of having a new lover after so many years engulfed her. Julie discovered she had more passion, more need than she could remember ever having had.

As the affair continued she found herself thinking more and more about Frank's fantasies. He insisted that he so thoroughly enjoyed her ecstasy-filled expressions that he wanted to watch her having orgasm after orgasm. Secretly she found the idea stimulating. Not so much him watching her, but being with two men at once, their cocks hungry for her body. Soon she was fantasizing about it while masturbating. Of course she denied all of this to Frank. She jokingly accused him of concocting the whole premise as a way of getting permission to be with other women.

But with Dan, it was a different story. With him she opened up and shared her secret desires. This had led to first Sid, then Tom, joining the pair for a few different rendezvous. Then one night the four of them had arranged the encounter for Frank.

After arguing her way through these changing emotions for a while her focus turned to Cindy and Frank. She wondered how well her husband was doing at consoling their daughter. She realized it had been some time since she had heard the sound of Frank following the girl toward her bedroom.

Feeling curious she made herself lay still to keep the water from splashing and listened intently. Somewhere at the house's other end some noises were barely audible and Julie strained to make them out. After a moment she recognized Cindy's voice but in it she heard something odd. Straining harder she gradually managed to discern what she believed were the young girl's muted whimperings. Suddenly her curiosity was washed away by fear. Imagining the only thing she could, that the men had returned and were molesting her daughter, she clamored from the tub.

As she pulled her robe on she made her way toward the center of the house. Cindy's voice grew clearer but it remained muffled by walls and hallway turns. Julie swore she could not be hearing what she thought the girl's words were. But then she was in the living room and she could no longer deny it. She felt her breath catch, felt her heart skip a beat. Filled by apprehension, yet driven forward, Julie shuffled toward her daughter's room.

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me," she plainly heard Cindy whimper as she neared the bedroom door. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck my pussy. Oh God yes. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy. Harder Daddy. Fuck me harder."

Putting her back against the wall Julie slid along it cautiously until she could see inside the room through the open door. Filled by shock she took in the scene before her. On Cindy's bed the pair were lost in their lust as they fucked hungrily, unaware of her or any of their surroundings. Completely naked, Cindy pumped her hips up at her father as Julie's husband pistoned his cock in and out of the girl's pussy, his eyes leering down at the firm, young body beneath him.

"Ohhh God yes Daddy. Fuck my pussy Daddy. Fuck your little girl, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

Stunned and mesmerized Julie remained frozen as she watched Frank pound his cock into their daughter while Cindy moaned out more explicit phrases. The extent of the young girl's words surprised her but she did not focus on that at the moment, instead she focused on the girl's obviously nearing orgasm. Her eyes were locked on the pair as Frank slammed himself into Cindy's pussy until their daughter's orgasm exploded through her. Then as the girl's body shook against her father, Frank stopped rocking his hips into her.

"Ohhh God yesss," Cindy cried out during those moments. "Ohhh God Daddy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on her cock Daddy. Your little girl is cumming on your hard cock. Ohhh God yes."

Then she watched the orgasm slowly fade and Frank start to slide his cock in and out of Cindy once more. Julie was surprised by a familiar ache growing inside her loins. Her position allowed her a partial view of the two's faces, especially Frank's, and the roaring desire in his expression caused the ache to pulse harder.

She felt torn. Part of her wanted to storm into the room and demand they stop. She wanted to chastise them for their incestual actions, to scold them for breaking taboo. But the evening's earlier events caused her to feel guilty, killing her self-righteousness. The little inclination to interrupt them that remained was squelched by her growing arousal.

Unaware of her own actions she slid a hand inside her robe and began lightly tickling her breasts. As her fingers slid across one semi-hard nipple she shuddered reflexively. Then her other hand slipped beneath the garment as well and started to caress the flesh of her upper thighs and lower abdomen. Her fingers delicately traced lines past the edges of her mound and she felt her insides quiver slightly. No thoughts about the wrongness of her own actions entered her mind as she leaned back against the wall and continued watching the scene on the bed.

She listened to Cindy ask Frank if she would be a bad girl for asking him to put his cock in her ass. She heard the ecstatic glee in Frank's answer.

"Fuck me in the ass, Daddy," Cindy mewed. "Stick your cock in my horny little ass please."

She watched her husband lift their daughter's legs and aim his cock at her sphincter. As he pressed forward Julie knew that his slow progress meant this was the girl's first time and memories of her own first anal experience flooded through her. Her fingers slid gently across her pussy lips and she felt her own wetness coating them. Higher on her body she twirled a nipple between two fingers, tugging on it softly. Small shivers swished through her body as Frank told their daughter that she was indeed a very bad girl.

"Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck your bad little girl's ass."

During the following minutes she continued to watch Frank fuck Cindy's ass and listen to the girl cry and moan for him to do it harder. Her own arousal grew. She twirled her nipples. She stroked the edges of her pussy and felt it grow steadily wetter. When she saw Cindy start quivering with another orgasm and knew Frank would soon follow she carefully slipped one finger into her pussy. The earlier soreness was not gone but she managed to find a comfortable way of curling the finger up inside her while rubbing her clit with her thumb.

As she had expected, Cindy's orgasm caused Frank's.

Soon the pair were settling down. The evening's earlier adventures had made her tired and sore so she was nowhere near climaxing and she decided to back away before they caught their breath enough to notice her movement.

Retreating back toward the master bath she thought about what she had witnessed and what it meant. It seemed dirty and wrong. That was society's take on it at least. But she could not deny the sexuality of it, the arousal it had stirred inside her. Plus, after her own betrayal she could not bring herself to reprimand them, even to herself.

The tub water had cooled. She drained part of it while adding more hot then climbed in before Frank could come in and find her dried off. After getting the water to a good temperature she settled back, allowing the hot liquid to caress every inch and crevice of her body. Her hands reached for her tits. They began to knead the fleshy mounds. Her fingers twirled her nipples exactly the way she liked. Between her legs her pussy grew hungrier. Her legs slid back and forth in the water. Waves washed over her, soaking into her sore parts and tickling her swelling clit. She murmured quietly as the sensations relaxed and aroused her.

Her mind drifted back to Cindy and Frank, first remembering how they had looked together, then wondering what they were doing since she had left. A sudden stab of anger surprised her as she realized Frank had not come to check on her. Then she began to wonder if it was because he was fucking their daughter again and she was even more surprised to find herself feeling a little jealous. Soon a couple tears leaked from her eyes as she considered what she had caused and what it might mean. As these things filled her mind her hands slid away from her chest and she simply laid back, her arousal dissipating.

Eventually Frank did arrive. The two of them spent a while wrapped in awkward silence and even more awkward conversation, during which Julie was unable to maintain eye contact with her husband. She assured him that she would be alright while refusing to discuss her "rape." He shared that Cindy was upset but would make it because she was strong like her mother and brushed off any concern for himself, declaring that it was the two females that needed cared for. 

That night she was unable to sleep herself. Instead she lay there watching the clock slowly tick away the minutes and listening to Frank lightly snoring beside her. The rising sun found her quietly slipping from the room, leaving Frank to sleep until a later hour while she paced around the house sipping coffee and peeking in on their daughter who also slept late.

Shortly before noon Cindy walked into the kitchen, freshly showered.

"Are you okay today, Mom?" She asked, giving her mother a loving hug.

"Yes, Baby. I'm fine. How are you?" Julie brushed the question, and the underlying concern, aside.

"I'm okay," Cindy shrugged.

They made small talk for a few minutes while Cindy got some breakfast and waited for one of her friends to show up and give her a ride to the mall. When a car horn beeped out front the girl gave her mother another hug then trotted toward the door.

Soon after Julie heard Frank making his way to the kitchen. She held her breath apprehensively. She felt fear grip her as she thought about trying to get through the day with the tumultuous emotions boiling inside of her. She did not make it.

After enduring more than five long hours of jangling nerves, forced conversation and sporadic, broken eye contact she could stand it no longer. While sitting in the living room, completely unaware of what she was supposed to be watching on the TV, she was overcome by a moment of overpowering weakness and grief. In a rush of garbled words and streaming tears she blurted out her confession. She told Frank about the affair with Dan and their being joined by the other men. She confessed how she had hidden from Frank her growing interest in a gangbang while secretly fantasizing about it as she masturbated. And then how she had shared her fantasy with her lover. Then she told about helping the men plan the pretend rape and how she had insisted that Cindy not be made to witness anything. She explained how the men had agreed but then broken their word. And she swore that it was over with Dan.

With her first words Frank switched off the TV. While she blubbered out her tearful confession he sat expressionless in the easy chair with the remote hanging loosely from his hand.

When she finished she looked up at him from downcast eyes behind loose hairs. She tried reading his face, tried deciphering the mix of emotions that were slowly etching themselves into his expression.

"I ... a... I'm... I'm going for a walk," he muttered while setting down the remote.

A new wave of sobs ripped from Julie as the front door swung shut behind him. Although she was filled with concern over everything she spent the next hours killing a few drinks and getting a grip on herself. Part of the process was her arguing with herself about just how bad things were. She knew Frank had to be upset with her, mad even, and she could understand that. The fact that she had betrayed him was wrong and it must be hurting him. But he was not above reproach. He should be experiencing some remorse as well, twinges of guilt and shame. Yes, she may have had an affair with another man. She may have had sex with other men. But he had fucked their daughter. 

Sitting on the couch she heard the front door swing open. Walking across the living room to the bar Frank gave her a quick glance. He poured himself a drink, threw it back, then poured himself another which he carried with him to the easy chair. Sitting down he sighed heavily.

In the next moment's thick silence Julie felt her nerves grow edgy. She fought the urge to speak just to fill that silence.

"Ok, so..." Frank started then paused for a long moment. "Ok, so... you lied to me. You lied to me by denying your interest in my fantasies. You betrayed me by sharing your interest in my fantasies with another man... excuse me, other men... and by having an affair. Then you endangered me and our daughter... our 18 year old daughter... by having these men jump us, tie us up, and pretend to rape you in front of us."

"They said they'd take Cindy back--." Julie tried to clarify.

"Quiet," Frank interrupted her, setting his drink down and standing up. It took him a handful of small, deliberate steps to reach the couch where he then stood directly in front of her. "I know... I know... She wasn't supposed to see anything. She was supposed to be stashed away somewhere... or not even here to begin with. Those guys... your lovers... just decided to ignore your instructions and do as they damn well pleased. So now you're going to end the affair. And you're going to tell this guy... and his buddies... to fuck-off."

Again he paused. From behind her shield of loose hairs Julie looked up at him. He towered above her, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Ye- Yes," she whispered, wanting the thick silence to be broken.

"And now you say you want to fix things. You want to make it all up to me and save our marriage."

Looking up she saw his eyes travel away from hers to scroll down to the cleavage of her blouse. For a brief second she thought she saw something glint in his orbs, but she could not be sure.

"Yes," she whispered in answer.

Suddenly Frank's hand shot forward. In an instant it filled itself with her hair. Twisting and yanking, it made her head tilt to one side. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes.

"You want to be raped? You want to be fucked like a dirty little slut?" He growled as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. "That's just what's going to happen."

His features became distorted slightly as more tears blurred her vision. Her mind raced, curious to know what he planned and if she could handle it. Not whether it was right or wrong. As far as she was concerned those two concepts had nothing to do with the moment. Not now. Maybe later, but not now. Right now all that mattered was that he had not declared the marriage over and seemed to be working out his issues with what she had done. She would worry about the moral aspects of it later. For now all she wanted to do was please Frank.

Through her tear-filled eyes she watched his eyes travel from her face down to her chest. Beneath her blouse her breasts heaved with her nervous breathing. He did not release the handful of hair that he held, but lifted his free hand to brush a few wild strands away from her cheek. Then the hand moved down to where her blouse hung open, the top few buttons having been left undone. She felt him grip the edge, felt his fingers dip inside and touch the tops of her breasts. His nails dug into the flesh slightly.

"Yes, you enjoyed last night," he hissed. "I saw it. I saw the way your body responded... how your nipples got all hard... and your pussy got wet. You liked how they treated you. Yes, you did. You liked it a lot."

Suddenly his fingers tightened on the blouse edge and jerked down. Buttons were sent flying, leaving her tits, clad in a lacey red bra, fully exposed by the ruined garment. His hand converged on one of the fleshy mounds and squeezed.

"Ughhh," she groaned, half out of pleasure.

Frank's touch was more powerful than ever before as he mauled her tit. The sensation of it caused her to feel a familiar warming in her loins. Then she saw the building desire in his face as his squeezing, kneading hand grew even heavier and she felt her pussy quiver with anticipation.

Like so much else, she did not understand these things and suddenly experienced some small twinges of fear.

"Fr- Frank," her pleading voice shook. "Pl-Please, Frank." 

His hand froze as his eyes snapped up to lock with hers.

"What's the matter, Whore? Not the same when it's your actual husband?" He growled. "You liked it plenty when it was those other men playing with your tits. You really got into it then, you little slut."

His words reminded her of her quilt, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

Then his hand grabbed the top edge of a bra cup. Yanking hard he pulled the material down. Her tit popped out to hang there, suspended. Cool air swarmed across the mound of flesh, tickling her delicately.

"Well look there," he chuckled. "Maybe you are liking this after all."

His words made her follow his gaze downward. Sitting atop her breast she saw the swollen and hard nipple announcing her arousal.Then she watched Frank's hand cover her tit. The palm flattened her nipple, rubbing it as he squeezed her flesh. A blast of warm air fanned across the smoldering embers within her loins, igniting them into flickering flames. Reflexively she pushed her chest forward, shoving it into his grasp.

"Oh yea, the little whore is liking it," he grinned at her reaction.

For several minutes he continued mauling her tit while watching her flesh contour under his manipulations. Occasionally he slid his hand away from covering her nipple and twirled it between his fingers, tugging on it slightly. The aching nub grew harder, more swollen with the desire of her heated blood. 

Under his control, his hand still filled by her hair and keeping her from moving much, Julie was unable to do anything more than stand there and feel the effects he was having on her body. She was surprised by the speed that she felt her pussy's wetness growing.

"Ughhh," she moaned quietly as his fingers closed on her nipple once more.

"Oh yea, you sure are liking this," he chuckled.

His fingers rolled her nipple as he pulled her head toward him and he leaned forward. "You're a dirty little slut," he whispered into her ear.




Consequences Ch. 03



Author's Note: This story was written at the request of a reader; thank you for the idea and I hope you're enjoying my version of your fantasy!


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I had never been so relieved in my life to get out of the house and meet up with  my friend Dana. I was utterly shaken, not just by my Uncle punishing me for spying on his interaction with his date last night, but by his idea of punishment - which was to embarrass me by making me show him something private. My pussy. At first it was just my panties, but I’d made the choice to pull down my panties in order to cut down on the time I had to stand there for him.  My own acquiescence and arousal at the punishment was what shook me the most. 

Of course, while we were shopping Dana wanted to know how things were going living with my Uncle Max.  The description of him as the black sheep of the family had garnered her interest from the very beginning, whereas I had a kind of contempt for him because I was known for being such a good girl within the family, and when she’d met him a few days after he’d first arrived she’d been the one to point out that he was pretty good looking for an older guy. Not that I thought of him that way. But Dana had a bit of a crush on him. 

“He brought home a date last night,” I told her, wondering if I dared the courage to tell her about this morning.

“Aw damn,” she said, pulling a mockingly devastated face as we breezed through clothing racks. “My heart will be forever broken. Was she pretty?”

“Pretty young,” I said.  “Probably like 27 or something. She was pretty I guess. I don’t know, it was weird.”

“Mmm, so he likes them young,” said Dana contemplatively, holding up a skimpy little black dress. 

“Not just that,” I whispered in a conspiring way. “He was like, ordering her around and stuff?”

“What?” Dana’s eyes got big and she leaned forward, whispering too. “What do you mean?”

“Like, he made her put her hands above her head so that she couldn’t touch him. And then he ordered her to crawl up to the bedroom. And she did it, just like that.”

“Holy shit!”

“I know! Weird right?”

“Um, I think you mean ridiculously hot,” Dana said, fanning herself dramatically. My friend can be a bit of a drama queen, that’s for sure. Maybe it’s the red hair. “I’d love it if a man ordered me around like that.”

“You don’t find it degrading?”

“Well yeah, but that’s hot!”

I shook my head at her, although deep down I knew that part of me agreed.  That part of me being my pussy, which had gotten oh so wet this morning when Uncle Max had been ordering me around. But, even though Dana was my best friend, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about that. It was too shaming, not to mention gross considering that he’s my Uncle.   

I bought a cute little sundress with a flirty skirt, getting ready for the summer, and a couple tanks tops and pairs of shorts. Then Dana wanted to go to Victoria's Secret and get some new bras because hers were wearing out. While I was walking around the store I started thinking about my own underwear drawer, which was full of lots of cotton panties and simple cotton bras.  Here the selection was lacy, frilly, and sexy.  Uncle Max probably would have choked if I'd pulled up my skirt and shown him something sheer or red and lacy.  I smirked at the idea.   

Maybe it was time to let my good girl go a little bit, just underneath my clothes, in case he ever did something like that again. Get a little of my own back.  Plus, black lace wouldn't show it as much if I got wet. I picked out a black sheer bra with netting and trimmed with lace and matching lace panties, as well as a red lace push up bra with a heart design and matching lacy red panties, I even picked up a lacy red thong.  These were so not my normal undergarments, but I couldn't get the idea of shocking Uncle Max out of my head.    
"What are you getting?" Dana asked, looking at the garments in my hand. "Ooo, sexy! You have a date I don't know about?"   

"No," I said thinking quickly.  "I just started thinking that maybe it might be fun to have something a little sexy to wear every now and then."   

"Well it's about time," she said approvingly. "You dress like a little girl sometimes."   

That just reminded me of what Uncle Max had said about my pajamas and I glared at her.  On my way to the cash register my eye fell on some silky nightgowns and pajama sets.  I wasn't brave enough to get the negligee type gowns, but I picked up a pair of silk pajama pants with a matching tank top and silk button down night shirt to go over the tank top.  Definitely more grown up.  Dana was enthusiastic about the purchases as well, thinking that I was finally branching out from my 'good girl' way of life. Which wasn't entirely true, but it was close enough.   

The truth is, I liked being a good girl. I liked following the rules. What made me so darn antsy about Uncle Max was that I didn't like him being the one to set the rules. I didn't trust him to set rules, because my Grandmother had been so denigrating whenever she talked about him while I was growing up.  For a moment I wondered if I was possibly being too hard on him, influenced by my grandmother, and then I remembered showing him making me show him my pussy this morning.  

Ugh.  

Granted, it was a pretty effective punishment, but what kind of sicko makes his niece show him her pussy? (And, a deeply hidden part of me wondered, what kind of sick niece enjoyed it?) I knew he didn't do anything like that with his daughter, Gloria. Her punishments were all things like time-outs or a stern talking to.   

Of course he had given me a couple stern talking to's already. And his daughter probably had never spied on him like I had. I was a grown woman so I should know better. I guess that's why I got the grown-up punishments. I made a face. Well the next time he tried to embarrass me we'd see how he liked looking at my sexy panties.   

The punishment had been entirely unreasonable, even though the rules kind of made sense. So maybe I should just try harder to follow the rules. It wasn't like he had disciplined me for something I didn't do after all.  And his rules were restrictive but a lot of them seemed almost caring. Like making sure that I ate breakfast every morning. Wanting me home for dinner.  I felt like I should be able to make my own decisions about that kind of thing, but at the same time I had always made sure to be home for dinner with Grandma. She'd never had to order me to.   

Obviously I wasn't giving Uncle Max the same respect I had her.  Ugh. Now I was all confused between wanting to behave for someone I'd always been told was a bad seed, because I always wanted to be the good girl, and wanting to rebel for the first time in my life.   Still undecided, I made it home in time for dinner, but just barely.  I was in such a hurry to make sure I wasn't even a minute late that I left the shopping bags in the trunk of my car.    

Dinner felt awkward to me at first, even though Uncle Max was talking to me normally and asking about my day. My answers were stilted because I was on edge, still remembering the way he'd looked so intently at my pussy this morning. Personally I couldn't believe that he was acting like nothing had happened, but the more he did, the more relaxed I got. Obviously it wasn't that big of a deal to him. Considering the woman I'd seen last night it didn't look like he was hard-up for sexual activity.  It really had just been a purely embarrassing punishment for me. One that very aptly fit the crime. By the time he brought out ice cream for dessert I was feeling much more relaxed.   

Because school had started I didn't have anything to do that night so I just sat and watching bad reality TV with him. He liked the cooking shows the best and I found them pretty interesting so I didn't mind.  It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I remembered my bags out in the car. Oh well, I'd get them tomorrow.   

The next morning I trotted out to the car and grabbed my bags.  It didn't even occur to me to try and hide my actions as I trotted back into the house, through the garage door which entered into the kitchen where Uncle Max was making breakfast.   

"What are those?" he asked.   I looked at the shopping bags. Wasn't it obvious? "I got some new clothes yesterday. I told you I was going to the mall with Dana."   

"You didn't say you were going to buy anything. You don't have a job, how did you pay for these?"  The look he was giving me made me feel like I'd done something wrong, even though I hadn't.   

"Grandma gave me a credit card."   

For a moment Uncle Max was quiet and I started to move again.   

"Stay there. Put the bags down," he said as he scooped oatmeal into bowls.  I had to admit, Uncle Max made pretty killer oatmeal, he always put some kind of fresh fruit and nuts in it.   

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling a little nauseous.  I wasn't ready to face Uncle Max's idea of a punishment again but I really liked everything I'd bought yesterday.   

"No, you won't be punished," he said as he handed me my bowl. I felt a fission of relief, but he wasn't done yet. "We're going to have to talk about finances though.  My mother's stay in the hospice is taking up most of her funds that she usually used to pay for things around the house, including your credit card. So any money you spend is actually going to be paid by me and therefore is my money. So after breakfast you'll show me what you bought."   

I nodded. Okay that didn't seem entirely unreasonable.   

As I rinsed out our bowls and put them in the dishwasher he picked up my shopping bags and took them into the living room. I bit my lip to keep from asking what he was doing.  When I walked into the living room he'd laid out all the stuff I'd bought, including the sexy underwear.    As soon as I walked into the room he handed me the sundress that I'd bought. 

"Here, go put this one, you can show it to me first."   

"What?" I asked. "But you can see everything I bought right here."   

"And I can't really judge if it's worth it unless I see it on you," he said calmly, sounding oh so reasonable. "Things look different on the hanger."   

I glared at him and snatched the sundress.  I didn't want to have to return anything so apparently I would have to show him.  Whatever. It's not like I wasn't going to wear it in front of him anyway.  It only took me a minute in the bathroom to change into the sundress.  Had it been this low cut yesterday? At least the pretty green fabric was loose and flowy from the empire waistline down.   

Uncle Max put me on display, standing me in the middle of the living room while he walked around me, inspecting me from every angle.  Frowning he traced his finger over the neckline and I jumped. He was touching my breasts! Uncle Max raised an eye brow at me.   

"You're the one showing it off," he said. "Lean forward."   

"Why?" I snapped at him, not wanting to admit that my skin was tingling from his touch and that my nipples were hard.  What the hell was wrong with me?   

"I want to make sure that it fits you correctly."   I rolled my eyes but I leaned forward. At least he wasn't touching me.  But it wasn't until I leaned forward and he peered at my chest that I realized the fabric gaped a little bit, showing off more of my breast. Almost to the nipple in fact. I blushed heatedly.   

"I suppose that's fine," he said as he walked around behind me. "Hm. Bend forward some more, I want to make sure it's not too short in back."   

My face flamed with heat as my Uncle stood behind me, getting a great view of the back of my thighs. I could feel the flirty skirt that had seemed so cute yesterday showing more and more of my legs as I leaned forward. Damn him. His finger ran from the back of my knee up to the hem of my skirt and I gasped, standing abruptly.   

"I think that's enough," I said, trembling. I was terrified that he'd lift the skirt and see the wet spot that was gathering on my panties. Had any man ever inspected me so closely, so minutely? My heart was racing with adrenaline and I couldn't decide whether I was more disgusted with him or myself.   

"Considering that I bought these clothes for you, and it's my job to make sure that you're appropriately attired since your Grandmother put me in charge of you, I think it's enough when I say it is. But this dress is fine. Try these one."  He gave me a tank top and pair of shorts, keeping me off balance.  I stomped to the bathroom to put them on, trying to get myself under control.  And took the opportunity to wipe my traitorous pussy with a tissue, trying to keep my arousal from being obvious.    

Fortunately the tank top and shorts outfits were less revealing than the sundress, because I never wear particularly short shorts.  Fortunately the bra I was wearing today had a stiffened lining in it so he had no idea how hard my nipples were getting while he ran his hands up my thighs and his fingers over the tank-top's necklines.  I blessed myself for not getting any that were low cut, the sundress had definitely been the most revealing.  The worst part of it was that he really was turning me on. Something about the forbiddeness of the situation, the control he had over me, it was all getting me almost unbearably randy. I knew that when he sent me to put everything away I was probably going to masturbate. 

Then he handed me the black sheer bra and the lace panties. I could feel the color draining from my face.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he snapped. The question was obviously rhetorical. "Go put them on, I need to see how they look." Then he gave me a stern look. "And if you put any clothes on over them then they'll just be coming off in a minute, so don't even bother."

I turned, moving stiffly and automatically, waiting for him to call my name and tell me it was a joke. But I found myself in the bathroom, same as before, taking off my clothes and putting on the underwear. It was so much worse than I'd originally imagined, so much sexier. My nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of the bra and my ass cheeks were hanging out of the underwear, only half covered. At least the dark lace worked as well as I thought it would at hiding any damp spot.  At first I quailed at the thought of going out there dressed like this.  My normal underwear covers as much as my bikinis, this underwear barely covered anything. 

Then my rebellious urge took over, such a new aspect of me. I'd bought this underwear thinking to shock him and make him feel like a creepy old man for ogling his niece's goodies right? Make him see me as a sexy woman so that he'd be too embarrassed to think of subjecting me to such a humiliating punishment again! Well here was my chance. 

My head held high, chin in the air, I walked out of the bathroom.  However, even my new found bravado couldn't entirely keep the bright red color from my cheeks.  Especially when my plan backfired.  Uncle Max looked at me, drinking me in with his eyes, and I could see the crotch of his pants bulge with an obvious erection, but his face didn't give anything away. Just like with the regular clothes he made me stand in the middle of the room while he circled around me.  His eyes lingered on my hard nipples and I immediately covered them with my hands.

"It's cold in here," I lied. 

"If you keep telling lies I'll wash your mouth out with something and you really won't like it," he said, his voice both suggestive and threatening. I stared at him with shock. Surely he didn't mean that the way it sounded.

"Put your hands down," he ordered.  "Women only wear underwear like this if they want it to be seen so you might as well give up the false modesty."

Oooooo that jerk! The red in my cheeks was now half mortification half anger.  But of course he was right. And I had planned on him being the one seeing it, but on my own terms. Not like this.  My nipples didn't care about the point I was trying to make, they just rubbed against the netting of the bra cup and got even harder under his steady gaze.  And I got wetter, but I knew he couldn't see that part at least.

"Here," he said finally, handing me the red bra and thong. "You don't need to try on the other underwear, I can see it's the same."

I really wish I hadn't bought the thong now. "I'll just return this, I don't have to try it on."

His blue eyes snapped at me. "You will go try it on now or I will take off your panties right here and put it on you. You bought it, you obviously wanted it, you're not going to back out now by pretending to be the innocent."

My first instinct was to protest, but how could I? I'd bought the damn sexy underwear. Also I believed his threat one hundred percent and that protesting would be futile. Hell he'd probably enjoy it. Asshole. 

When I got the red underwear on I moaned. This was so much worse than the black. Sure, you couldn't see my nipples anymore, but my breasts were pushed up into provocative mounds and my ass cheeks weren't covered at all.  There was no confidence in my walk as I left the bathroom this time, instead I walked with my shoulders hunched, my hands moving uselessly because I couldn't decide what to cover.  

"Stand up straight," my uncle snapped at me. The position thrust my breasts out and his eyes glinted appreciatively.  At least this time he couldn't see my nipples sticking out at him.  He circled around behind me and I wanted to moan in humiliation, I could practically feel the burning heat of his eyes on my exposed cheeks. "Bend over."

"What?! Why?" I cried out.  There couldn't possibly be any need for this could there?

"I want to make sure everything's decently covered," he said. "I can't go to visit Mother this afternoon and reassure her that I'm taking care of you if I don't know what you're tempting the boys with."

That's right, we were going to visit Grandma today.  I'd been so distracted by the weirdness of living with Uncle Max that I'd almost forgotten. I breathed out a relieved sigh.  I'd ask her to let me make my own decisions and be in charge of myself and then all of this would be over.  That thought gave me the courage to bend over, exposing myself even further to him. 

"Hmm," he said behind me, his hot breathe on my inner thighs, heating my pussy even further.  His face must practically be in it. I had to bite back and moan and then I jerked as his finger rubbed my outer labia.  I gasped, unable to believe that he was touching me like that and at the same time wanting him to push aside the thong and bury his fingers inside of me. I was too turned on to be properly angry and too angry to have completely lost myself in arousal. "It's not entirely covering everything, but you're so wet that I don't think you'll be able to return this anyway. You may keep it."

I nearly wept with relief when he moved away, trying to stamp down the disappointment that trickled through my emotions.  Standing up I glared at him, but it was a weak glare compared to some of my earlier efforts.  The clinical way he'd mentioned my wetness had me even more humiliated. I stared blatantly at his bulging erection but it didn't make him embarrassed at all, not the way his eyes on my body did to me. 

"See something you like?" he asked. 

Instead of answering I just snatched up my clothes, turned on my heel and went back to the bathroom.  I didn't know how to answer that. Saying "no" wouldn't have been the complete truth.  Saying "yes" would have also been a lie. I didn't know what was going on anymore. I was confused, ashamed, disgusted and horny.  Thank God I'd be able to see my grandmother this afternoon and get things sorted out.  

Remembering my Uncle's hot breath across my pussy did things to my insides.  Putting on hand on the edge of the bathroom counter, I used it to support myself as I leaned forward and frigged my pussy, reaching under my thong and rubbing my clit hard.  My breathing picked up as I thought about the way he'd looked at me, the way his dick had pressed against the interior of his pants, what it felt like when  his finger rubbed along the exposed swollen outer fold of my vagina.  Once I started imagining myself as the woman he'd been with Friday night, pinned against the wall with my Uncle's fingers shoved deep in my body, I exploded into glorious orgasm. 



Consequences Ch. 03



Then his tongue slithered its way along the inner edge of her ear and quickly dipped inside for a second. His warm breath crawled across the dampness left behind, igniting her nerve ending and sending a shiver down her spine. As he continued to lick her flesh and twirl her nipple he also continued whispering into her ear, his words brushing her flesh with his breath.

"Yea, just a dirty little slut. A cock sucking little whore. I'm going to make you suck my cock and then I'm going to cram that dirty little pussy of yours with it." 

The strength of his hand in her hair tugged harder, twisting her neck.

"Fr- Frank, please," she whispered. "Please, Frank."

While her pleading got her neck a reprieve, it was not a gentle one. Instead of simply lightening the pressure Frank jerked her head back away from him so that he could stare into her face once again. He also released her nipple, his hand covering her tit and squeezing it hard.

"Ughhh," she groaned painfully.

"Fuck you, Bitch," he cursed.

Suddenly his hand jerked away from her tit. With a yank he spun her around by the hair then shoved her across the room. Pushing on the back of her head he continued shoving her to their bedroom where he kicked the door shut behind them. Stopping her in the middle of the room he tore at her blouse collar, tugging and yanking it down off her shoulders, then arms. Once it was off her he spun her back around to face him. He then jerked down on her one bra cup still filled by her flesh so that its contents became exposed and suspended as well.

Through all of this Julie could only stumble forward under his command. Now she stood in front of him quietly crying. Her breasts were on full display, propped up by her bra, her nipples swollen and jutting out. The air washed over them, tickling the aching nubs and soothing her heated flesh. Through teary eyes she watched as Frank opened his own shirt and she saw the first drops of sweat beading up on his chest.

"You like sucking cock, you little cunt," he growled. "Get on your knees and suck mine."

He powered her to her knees by the handful of hair, driving her down hard and fast. She was basically thrown to her knees and had to grab onto his legs to keep from tumbling further. As she steadied herself she saw the bulge at his crotch mere inches before her and she reached for it.

She neither knew nor cared if it was that she understood his intent or her own desire that made her rip at his belt and zipper. It did not matter. It only mattered that he was aroused and she wanted his cock as well.

She soon had his pants loose and dragged them and his shorts down to his knees. As his semi-erect cock popped free and bounced within inches of her face and mouth a wave of passion coursed through her, fanning the flames of her loins and causing her sex to grow wetter. 

Frank made it clear that he wanted his pants off completely and so Julie fought the urge to grab his bouncing cock and wrap her lips around it. Since he still refused to release the hold he had on her hair it took them a moment to work the clothing down and off his bare feet. Once it lay in a pile beside her she gingerly reached up to wrap her fingers around the shaft. The feel of his heated flesh in her grasp sent more shivers of hunger through her body and she licked her lips with tentative anticipation.

"No ceremonial bullshit today, Whore. Just show me what a slut you are and suck my fucking cock!" His other hand filled itself with her hair as well and he shoved her face into his crotch.

Instinctively she parted her lips. The cock head passed them to be followed instantly by the first few inches.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, closing her lips around its girth and sucking gently.

The feel of its penetrating hardness caused her pussy to quiver again and she felt her entire body flaming with the heat burning inside of her. She knew her panties were growing damp with the wetness dripping from her. Although the idea that her reaction to his treatment was so intense surprised her, she could not deny what her body was feeling.

She reflexively relaxed her jaw so that more of his cock could slide into her mouth. When her lips touched the fingers of her hand gripping the shaft's base she stopped, then pulled back slightly. Pushing forward again she inhaled the inches she had released, then pulled back again. Steadily she built up to a slow pumping action, sliding inches of his cock in and out of her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the flesh. She sucked on it. Through the tops of her eyes she saw Frank towering above her, his hands only helping to steady her for the moment as he allowed her to perform as she wished. The sensation of her lips sliding along his shaft, the ridges of it pressing past the sensitive nerves, fueled her desire. She felt the heat of her fires building, felt the flames licking higher and higher within her aching loins.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned again and again as her lips touched her fingers. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm, mmmmm."

"Oh yea, suck my cock, slut. Suck my cock with your whore mouth. Suck it. Yes, you like sucking cock. You like having a hard cock in your mouth. Oh yea."

The dirty pleasure in Frank's voice was mirrored by his hips which started to hump at her face in a rough match to her own rhythm even as his grip in her hair tightened. Even with all that had already happened she was surprised to find these things adding to her growing desire. Short jolts of lustful electricity shocked their way along her nerves, making her body ache.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she heard herself whimper around his shaft. 

"Oh hell yes. Deep throat it, you bitch," Frank ordered even as he forcibly pulled her face forward, cramming her lips hard against her hand.

Reflexively she placed her other hand against his thigh and stiffened her arm as best she could.

"I said, deep throat it, Bitch," he growled.

Placing both hands firmly against the back of her head he shoved her forward, forcing her mouth over her first finger. She realized she had no choice as he was going to force her to swallow his entire cock, period. With this realization came another surprising surge of excitement inside her body, one that she could not bother thinking about at that moment. Instead she had to react in order to keep from being chocked by her husband's demands. Lifting herself up on her knees she relax her throat and released her grip on the base of his cock. Even as she was doing these things the first inches of it slipped into her throat. Seconds later her nose was buried in his pubic hairs.

"Yea," he sighed. "That's it you slut. Oh yea, that's it."

Holding her still for a minute his hips made small thrusting motions at her. Even as Julie struggled to keep from choking, working her throat muscles around his shaft, she felt her passions being fanned by his treatment of her. Within her loins her lustful flames were building, causing her body to ache. Finally he allowed her to pull back, withdrawing him from her throat and letting her catch her breath.

"Ohhh God yes," he moaned.

Still holding tight to her hair he withdrew himself until only the head remained in her mouth. Momentarily scared that he was preparing to shove himself back down her throat she grabbed his cock's base with both hands. Then, as he held them still she looked up at him from the tops of her eyes. He was staring back down at her, an expression of complete ecstasy on his face. She heard herself whimper as the look caused her pussy to quiver with excited pride.

"You fucking whore," Frank grinned in response as he rammed his hips forward again.

His action crammed inches of his cock into her mouth, pressing her lips hard against her fingers. Electricity shot through her, sparking along her nerves and causing more of her juices to wet her pussy and soak into her panties.

"Uhmmm," she mewed needfully.

Drawing his hips back he also pulled her head away from him. Again he stopped when only the head was encased by her lips. Then, without pause, he shoved his hips forward while pulling her face into his crotch. This began a pistoning of his cock in and out of her mouth, hips and hands working together to feed then remove the hard pole from her wet embrace. Keeping her lips clenched around the shaft she felt his slide back and forth along the sensitive nerves, tasted its musk as it repeatedly fucked her face. With each forward thrust her lips slapped against her fingers. With each withdrawal she sucked deeply on it, almost whimpering with fear that it would be completely removed.

"A fucking whore," he growled as his pace slowly quickened. "That's what you are, a nasty, dirty, little whore. Suck my cock you whore. Fuck me with your whore mouth. Yea, fuck it whore, fuck my cock."

Along with his pace, his force also increased. His hands tugged harder and harder at her hair as he jerked her head back and forth. His hips pounded into her face. But even as he forcefully rammed his cock in and out of her mouth she continued to suck on it and to roll her tongue along its flesh. The mixture of pain and pleasure blew wave after wave of desire across her burning fires. The blood in her nipples made them ache painfully. The wetness between her legs flowed with need.

"Oh yea, I'm fucking your whore mouth. You little bitch. I'm fucking your whore mouth with my hard cock."

She whimpered as she attacked the precum coming from his cock. 

"Fucking whore. Swallow my cock, you bitch. I'm gonna face-fuck you until I cum. You love it, don't you bitch. You love being face-fucked like a cheap little slut."

Hearing his intentions she could not stop herself from looking up at him, her eyes pleading for him to do just what he said. She saw him glaring back down at her with his own raging hunger.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered.

Her hands at the base of his cock were stroking the rigid shaft. Beneath that touch she felt it growing even stiffer and she knew his climax was nearing. With its approach he grew even rougher in his face-fucking of her. His hands slammed her mouth down along his cock. His hips pounded at her.

"Whore. Slut. Bitch," he rained the words down on her. "Fucking cock sucking whore. Oh you little bitch."

Suddenly he jerked himself from her mouth. In her grasp his cock jumped and the first shot of semen exploded from it to spray across her temple and into her hair. 

"Nasty little whore," Frank growled. "Nasty slut. Little bitch."

"Ughhh-ohhh," she moaned with both a sense of loss and a deep arousal. 

She pumped and squeezed his cock. Spurt after spurt of cum splattered across her face. The warm liquid coated her flesh.

"Yea, nasty little slut," Frank sighed as the last of it sprayed and he shoved her face into his crotch once more. "Now clean it off, bitch." 

He crammed her mouth at his softening cock and she obediently wrapped her lips around it, running her tongue over it and gently sucking.

"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered happily.

Having no idea what he had next in mind for her she did not know how long he would make her suck on his softening member. She hoped he would soon simply leave her alone, leave the bedroom and allow her time to get herself off. Her body was awash with her desire. Her loins throbbed with the fires of passion burning within them. Her nipples ached to be manipulated. Her clit throbbed to be touched. Her pussy screamed for some contact, to be fingered, penetrated. With these thoughts blinding her she stared up at him, her eyes filled by her lust.

"Get up," he ordered.

One hand had removed itself from her hair but the other still jerked her to her feet by her tresses. With him pulling at her skull she struggled to her feet to stand before him. Her eyes searched his for an answer as to what he was thinking now. What she found was perverse pleasure and deviant desire. With another jerk he released her hair completely even as he shoved her backward. Staggering several feet she felt the bed connect with the backs of her legs and froze.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 04



Julie stood in her slacks, her legs backed against the bed, her misshapen bra displaying her breasts. On her face her husband's drying load of cum was mixing with the handful of tears she had shed due to the pain of his hands in her hair. She smelled his semen on her, mixing with their sweat in the air. Just a couple feet in front of her Frank stood ogling her, his eyes crawling across her flesh and her swollen nipples. She felt him devouring her with his eyes and saw the lustful pleasure in his face. She felt her knees shake a little, felt them threaten to give out on her as her passions grew even more. Her bottom lip quivered and her aching sex throbbed as he stepped closer.

"Oh yes, you liked that. You liked having your mouth fucked," he sighed heavily. "I can see it in your face. Yes I can. It shows. Your face shows that you're horny. That you got horny from sucking my cock. Yes it does."

She knew he was right. Not only that his treatment of her had effected her as he said, but that her face told him so. They had been together too long for him not to recognize it. For him not to know the flushness of her skin, the hunger in her eyes, the heaviness of her lids, the slight droop of her lip. With this knowledge came a sense of shame in her that she recognized but did not understand. 

"Take off your pants," Frank suddenly ordered, keeping her from dwelling on the emotion.

His instructions sent a wave of fear through her. She knew her pussy was extremely wet with her desire and she did not want Frank to see that. It was one thing for him to know she was aroused by looking at her face, but it was a whole other thing for him to see the extent of her arousal. She was not sure how it would look. How she would look.

Her fear caused her to hesitate and Frank was not in the mood to let her.

"I said strip, Bitch!" he growled impatiently.

With shaky hands she slowly undid her khakis and slipped them down her hips. A few new tears slipped from her eyes.

"I didn't say your panties!" Frank barked at her.

Startled and confused, she froze for a moment. When her mind put sense to his words she pulled her panty's waistband back up to her hips. Then she finished pushing the slacks down. Kicking them away she straightened again, standing before him. She watched him ogle her, felt his eyes crawl across her flesh, down from her swollen nipples to her wet crotch.

"Oh shit. I knew it... but..." he grinned broadly.

She knew what he meant, knew what he saw. Her panties matched her bra, it was actually a lacy, red set that he had bought for her. The bottom's side straps rode high on her hips dropping down between her legs where they barely covered her. She knew that the small patch was stained dark by her juices and that her labia had swollen to stick out from beneath the material. And she knew this was just as clear a display of her towering lust as her fully exposed pussy would have been.

"Fr- Frank. Please," she sighed not even sure why herself.

As if on cue he stepped up, standing inches away from her with a mischievous grin curling his lips. She felt the heat of his body radiating against hers, felt the air between them being warmed. Then both of his hands raised up to each cup a tit. His fingers squeezed, molding the fleshy mounds. Hot flaming bolts shot through her, charging into her loins and dousing her passions with more fuel. The days activities had effected her more than even she realized. Her normally sensitive breasts seemed to be masses of raging nerves, every single one of them a delicately burning arousal point. 

"Ohhh. Ohhh-Ughhh," she moaned, her eyes closing and her chest pressing into his hands.

Both of her swollen nipples were clasped between fingers and pinched. Again the mixture of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves of passion rolling through her.

"Ohhh-Ughhh," she cried.

"Maybe it is the same sucking my cock as those other men's," he whispered at her. "After all, you sure are wet now."

One of his hands released her tit and quickly slid down to dive between her legs. It cupped her aching pussy and the palm bumped against her clit. The bolts of electricity which raced through her nearly made her collapse. The flames within her loins blazed toward the sky and she felt an orgasm peak from the edge of its release. 

"Ohhh Frank. Ohhh God Frank," she whimpered.

Her head fell back. Her hips jutted forward, pushing her sex into his hand. He chuckled at her as he stood cupping and rubbing her panty covered mound and handling one tit.

"Ohhh God Frank. Ohhh God," she panted and moaned. "Oh, Honey. Oh God, Honey."

The hand on her tit flew up to fill itself with her hair once more. Giving her head a twisting jerk he brought their faces inches apart.

" 'Honey'? You're calling me 'Honey'?" He scoffed. "Don't even, Bitch. Just don't... Not now... Not... now."

His hand continued rubbing her pussy. She felt the material of her panties being drawn up further between her lips. Pulling back on her hair again he forced her neck to bend. Then she felt him nip her flesh with his teeth just above her collarbone. From that one point thousands of electrical pulses shot along her nerves, down to her loins to fan the flames already raging there. She felt her hips jerk, pushing her pussy into his hand harder.

"Ohhh. Ohhh Yesss," she moaned.

For a few minutes they remained like this. Frank nipped again and again at her throat while his hand dug at her ever wetting sex which she pushed into his fondling touch. 

"Ughhh," she whimpered when his hand dropped away.

The grip in her hair loosened and she straightened herself to peer at him through heavy lids. In his face she saw him struggling with something for a brief second before the previous fire returned. 

"Get on the bed, Slut," he growled. "And get your fucking panties off." 

His instructions were accompanied by his hand pulling her head back sideways before releasing her hair. Staggering, she fell more than climbed onto the bed. Once there she scurried up to the pillows and rolled over onto her back even as she hurried to pull her panties down off her legs. While she was doing this Frank walked around the bed to her nightstand, giving her an idea of what he had in mind. She felt her already raging flames grow hotter with this thought as she laid back on the bed, her legs automatically spreading themselves open. Her crotch shined with the wetness that had seeped from her, her swollen labia were red with her need as they parted to expose some of the pinkness beneath. The temptation to reach down and play with herself was powerful, but her desire to continue hiding something from Frank was still stronger so she did not.

Only a couple feet away she watched her husband pull her nightstand drawer open and reach inside to start pawing through the items it held. This was where she kept her collection of toys which they had accumulated over the years. She liked most of the various sized dildos, but some she adored. The mere thought of what some felt like made her pussy quiver with anticipation.

"Let's see, let's see," he mumbled as he sifted through the selection. "What do I want to use on the whore? Which one?"

Lifting a small, pink one he tossed it aside a second later. Next he held up one that was eight inches long. When he turned it on the air was filled by the sound of its strong vibrations. Shutting it off he tossed the toy onto the bed next to Julie and returned to his searching. Next he pulled out one of her favorites. This one was nearly ten inches long with a girth of two and it had a lump near the base that settled against her clit when it was stuffing her.

"Mmmmmm," as her eyes reminded her body of the toy's feel she failed to suppress a moan.

"Oh, you like this one, do you?" Frank chuckled, looking over at her with a smile. "Does it feel good in your slut pussy? Does it make you cum like a dirty little whore?"

His words stirred a twinge of humiliation within her and she turned to look away. She lay there with her tits displayed, her hard nipples continually being licked by the cool air, her legs spread, her wet pussy openly exposed. 

"Fr- Frank," she tried to protest but there was still lust in her voice.

"Shut up, Bitch!" He ordered, tossing the second dildo onto the bed next to the first. "Just shut up."

Slamming the nightstand shut he climbed onto the bed and straddled her belly, his flaccid cock flopping across her skin. Then, staring down into her lustful expression he started mauling her tits, his fingers squeezing the fleshy mounds and twisting her nipples.

"Ohhh. Ohhh Yesss," she mewed.

With his newest manipulations of her tits the building orgasm she had felt moments earlier was pushed closer to the edge. Her body's hunger would no longer allow her to try hiding it from him. Forgetting all about what Frank might think of her, she snuck her hands down around his waist, reaching for the heat emanating from her crotch. With a whimper she realized she could not quite reach it, their positions making it so she could only get within a couple inches of her wet pussy and aching clit. Hungrily her nails scratched at the flesh covering her pelvic bones. Needfully her hips rose slightly off the bed only to drop back down seconds later.

"Does the little bitch want her pussy touched?" He grinned down at her when he realized what she was trying. "Is she all hot and horny? Needing a hard cock filling her slut pussy?"

With her fingers so close to her pussy she thought about the dildos laying next to her, asking, waiting to be used, and she whimpered in response. Even as the quiet sound was slipping past her lips Frank's fingers pinched one of her nipples. The combination of sensations shooting along her nerves from that single contact made her head roll back, her body arching as best it could under his weight. Moaning out another whimper she failed to notice his other hand's sudden absence from her breast.

Because of her arousal her red and swollen labia lay open, her pussy gaping with hungry need. The tip of the smaller dildo easily found the opening and began to invade her. Due to how wet she was her complete penetration was even easier. Frank rapidly stuffed the toy's entire length deep into her dripping sex even as his fingers continued to twirl her swollen nipple.

"Ohhh-ughhh," her hips bucked. "Ohhh God. Ohh God, ohh God, ohh God."

Her orgasm, simultaneously urged forward and hindered by his rough handling, was now teetering near its explosive release. She felt it hanging from a thin ledge, felt it dangling so close to crashing through her. To consume her body. While the sudden penetration of her pussy by the dildo nearly did it she needed just a little more, a few good, solid pumps of the toy, or a meaty bump against her clit. Desperately she tried to hump herself at the dildo, tried bucking her hips up to drive herself onto it. But she was unable to make any difference. Frank's position on top of her restricted her movements and his hand was firmly holding the dildo in place.

Julie moaned in frustration.

Above her Frank chuckled and she knew he was reading her actions, knew he understood the hunger filling her and what she wanted. Moments earlier this thought would have raised the shame within her, made her self-conscience and humiliated. Now it just frustrated her further.

"Does that feel good? That rigid thing filling your slut pussy?" He asked her. "You're close to cumming, ain't you? Huh, bitch. Getting real close."

She felt him push the dildo a couple millimeters further into her, felt his fingers touch her swollen pussy lips. Then he turned and twisted it inside of her just a little, making very small circular motions with it. 

"Ughhh. Ohhh," she continued to moan. "Ohhh God."

She whimpered needfully as her orgasm teetered closer, nearly being loosened through her. But then Frank pulled the dildo from her. In one fluid motion he withdrew it from the folds of her quivering pussy, leaving her suddenly empty and stopping her orgasm from crawling any closer to its release. Wanting the filling sensation her hips tried bouncing off the bed, searching.

"Ohhh Frank," she whimpering in frustration.

"Not yet, Bitch," he told her, his fingers still tweaking her nipple.

He released her nipple to climb off her and the bed. With him out of the way her hands instantly slid toward her aching pussy but he grabbed them, stopping them from making contact. 

"You want to cum, Whore? You want something in your slut pussy?" He asked, watching her hips pump the thin air. "You want your pussy fucked?"

Through her slitted eyes she looked up at him. She saw him lift up the larger dildo, watched him turn it on. The room was filled by the sound of its vibrations. Her mind cascaded with memories of how the toy felt inside her, how it filled her, and how it fed her lust. She moaned again with these memories, her hips reflexively rolling higher into the air. 

"Yesss Frank. Oh God yesss," she sighed heavily. 

As her chest rapidly rose and fell with her shallow breaths she watched him reach between her legs. As she felt the toy's vibrations in the air near her pussy. She tried to stop her rolling hips, tried to remain frozen as he moved it closer. Then, when she felt its tip at her opening her feet pushed down on the bed to shove her pelvis into the air, forcing the dildo to penetrate her. She was soon stretched wide as the entire length slid effortlessly into her, the lump drilling into her clit. 

The orgasm that had been dangling from the ledge was immediately released, smashing through her, sending thousands of electrical bolts shocking along every nerve of her body. So powerful was its explosion that only her feet and head remained on the bed as her back arched high.

"Ohhh God. Ohhh God Yesss. Oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried.

Her pussy clamped onto the dildo as she humped herself at the toy in an attempt to cram herself even further onto it. Wave after explosive wave crashed through her while Frank held it buried deep inside her, the lump vibrating against her clit.

"Ohhh," she cried out over and over. "Ohhh God. Ohhh God Yesss. Oh God, oh God, oh Godd."

"You like that? You fucking whore. You like having your pussy filled."

"Ohhh. Ohhh God, Ohhh God."

"You fucking whore. Cheap little cunt."

"Ohhh. Ohhh God, ohhh God."

Slowly the orgasm began to subside. Her body started to drop back toward the bed. Before it could rest completely Frank withdrew most of the dildo then slammed it back into her. It quickly refilled her, the lump connecting with her clit again. Her orgasm screamed back into existence and her body arched high once more.

"Ohhh-ughhh. Ohhh God."

"Damn cocksucking whore," he hissed as he rapidly pumped it into her.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God, Ohhh God."

"Nasty little bitch."

"Ohhh. Ohhh God, Ohhh God."

His hand was pumping the toy into her at a frenzied pace, slamming it in and out of her pussy. The pain caused by his furry soon started to dampen the second orgasm. As it slowly faded her body dropped back onto the bed.

Frank continued pumping her body with the dildo. Her hips tried to match his rhythm and his force reflexively settled down some in response. Soon steady, wet, sloppy fucking sounds were coming from between her spread legs.

As they worked together she moaned out with low, pleasure filled expressions. Frank added to the things he had already been saying, telling her over and over how much of a slut and a whore she was. Again his words fueled her passions. As she felt yet another orgasm being nursed into the earliest existence she freely agreed to everything he said.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God, ohhh God."

She drew one hand up to her breast where she started to mold and manipulate the fleshy mound, her fingers rubbing the nipple. Her other hand slipped to between her legs and her fingers pulled back the hood to her clit, exposing the swollen nub so that the toy's lump could make better contact with each insertion. She felt her blazing fires roar even higher, felt the orgasm growing closer to its release.

"Ohhh God Frank," she whimpered, "Ohhh God yes Frank."

With the tremors of her orgasm nearing she looked up from under her heavy lids. Towering above her Frank stood pumping her pussy with the toy, his eyes filled by lust and riveted on the scene between her legs. On his lips he wore a happy little smirk.

Somehow the sight of his enjoyment made her momentarily forget all that had happened, the path that had led to that place in time and their respective actions.

"Ohhh Honey," she mewed happily.

As the smirk raced from his lips his eyes shot up to her face. The lust in them was suddenly overshadowed by something else.

"What'd I tell you, Bitch?" He cursed. "Don't you fucking call me that."

As he quickly pulled the dildo from her twat she realized her mistake. The toy's sudden removal left her empty, wanting. It caused the orgasm to slip back into near nonexistence. 

"Roll over," he growled. "Roll over and stick your ass in the air, you whore."

With a hungry whimper she obeyed. As she rolled onto her stomach she climbed up onto her knees, instinctively spreading her legs apart.

"That's a good slut," he chuckled.

A second later she felt the dildo at her pussy's entrance. Then it slid into her. The sensation of having the void refilled once again stirred the slipping orgasm. Frank pumped the toy in and out of her a few times.

"Ughhh," she moaned with a quivering voice.

Then she felt a hand sliding along her ass cheek, felt his fingers work in between her cheeks to search out her sphincter. Her pussy juices had already ran down her ass crack to coat the brown hole and as he applied pressure his finger tip slipped easily past the puckered opening. Her ass jerked slightly in response to the penetration. He quickly added a second digit. While this brought a brief wave of pain with it, her anus easily adjusted and the pain was soon replaced by pleasure.

"Ughhh-ohhh," she moaned.

"Yea, you whore," he growled, his fingers finding and matching the fucking rhythm of the dildo. "I saw that guy fuck your ass. I saw you liking it, begging for his cock to fill your little ass."

"Ughhh-ohhh."

His tone joined with the duel treatment to urge her orgasm forward. Her body quivered with a mixture of aftershocks from the earlier orgasms and the new one's pending explosion. As her hips rocked to meet the fucking of her two holes she felt her arms giving out, felt their muscles being taxed by the exertions on her entire body. Dropping forward she laid her head down onto the bed while her fingers dug into the bedspread, tugging at it while her hips continued to pump themselves back at Frank's fingers and the dildo. 

"Ughhh-ohhh," she moaned, her orgasm growing closer.

"Yes, I saw that, Bitch," his own tone was heavy with lust. "I saw him fucking your ass and you loving it. His cock pounding your ass. You fucking your ass back at him like the whore that you are. Bet you'll like this too."

She did not have to wonder what he meant. With his last words he jerked both the dildo from her pussy and his fingers from her ass. Before she could whimper with disappointment she felt the dildo being pressed hard against her sphincter.

"Ughhh God Frank," she cried with fear. "No Frank, no."

The toy started its penetration, forcing her already loosened rectum to open further and accept it. The toy's coating of her juices was a healthy lube which aided in its insertion. She felt it spread her open, felt the head pressing forward until it completely penetrated her.

"It's too big, Frank," she cried. "Ughhh God Frank. No. Please no."

"Shut up, Whore," he cursed, applying more pressure.

A couple inches of it slipped past her entrance, stretching her wide, filling her. It felt huge and intrusive. Her fingers clawed at the covers as she buried her face in the bedspread. Her body grew tense, her muscles clenching beneath her flesh.




Consequences Ch. 04



When we came home from visiting Grandma I was fuming. I had no idea that my Grandmother was so old school when it came to a young, single woman living alone; apparently the bad seed of the family is better than no guardian. You'd think I had no brains in my head at all. Although, lately I was definitely wondering about the quality of said brains, considering that I was finding myself more and more attracted to my Uncle Max and his perverted forms of punishment. I'd actually masturbated this morning while thinking about him. Sick. Wrong. Even if I did need a keeper, he definitely shouldn't be the one.

But he was who my Grandmother had chosen to watch over me. A nineteen year old with a baby-sitter, lovely. 

Part of me liked to think that maybe she was losing some of her mental facilities, but I really think it was mostly just that as she got older her mindset got stiffer. More conservative. And she looked so frail in the hospital bed, I couldn't bring myself to tell her what my real problem with Uncle Max was. I'm not sure I could entirely define it myself. 

It's also possible that part of me wanted to keep pushing him, see how far he would take things. Wondered what he would do next. 

Uncle Max held a strange kind of fascination for me. If he wasn't my Uncle I might think he was fairly attractive for an older guy. He was more than twenty years older than me, but sometimes he acted my age and sometimes he acted like he had every right to be in control over me. I liked him better when he acted my age. Except for when he took control and made my panties wet. Although I don't know if I can really say I liked that. It confused me. 

Before we left, Grandma made me promise to behave and made Uncle Max promise to take good care of me. So for the next week I was good. All week. A couple times I wore my new silky pajamas, keeping it buttoned up all the way. Uncle Max and I took turns making dinner. He went to work, I went to school and everything was pretty normal. I was almost starting to enjoy having him around. He had a wicked sense of humor when he wanted to and since I'm a pretty big homebody the house could have gotten lonely without anyone else in it. Dana came over and visited on Wednesday, had dinner with us and flirted a lot with my Uncle. I was surprised to feel slightly jealous of the attention that he paid her. That's when I realized I'd gotten kind of used to being his focus and I kind of liked it. 

I resolved to have Dana over more often. Unfortunately I didn't really have too many other close friends that I hung out with outside of class or just seeing each other on campus. I'd always been kind of shy and super involved in my studies so I didn't have time for close friends, although I had a ton of acquaintances. But I realized that being at home with Uncle Max and wanting all of his attention wasn't healthy. The memories of his hot breath on my thong covered pussy and the feel of his fingers tracing over my cleavage were starting to see more hot and less gross. So when Dana asked me to go with her to a party on Saturday I agreed immediately. I needed to get out of the house and spend some time with other people.

Not surprisingly Uncle Max gave me a curfew. 

The party was sort of fun, but mostly it was people getting drunk and high. I was wearing my new sundress and feeling good about myself even though I'm not that into the party scene. I'm not a big fan of booze, it's bitter and it burns. Dana gave me a cup of something called Jungle Juice and that was better because it had a lot of fruit juice in it, I could barely taste the alcohol. We giggled and flirted and danced. I met a cute guy named Kris... he got me another cup of Jungle Juice. His hands started wandering a little while we danced but I was feeling so good that I didn't care. Instead I gave him a very drunken, sloppy kiss. When he kissed me back he squeezed my butt with his hands. 

When he tried to get me to go upstairs with him I might have, but I looked at the clock. I had about an hour before my curfew. The party was only a fifteen minute drive away but I had been determined to get home before the curfew. Just to show up Uncle Max. 

Because I knew that Dana would want to stay longer I'd tucked cab money into my bra. It only took ten minutes for a cab to arrive, during which time I gave Kris my phone number and then we made out until the cab arrived. The feel of his hands touching my body through the thin fabric of my sundress had be all hot and bothered, and I considered letting him take me upstairs... Not quite the way I pictured losing my virginity, but I was feeling so good that I was starting not to care. But the cab arrived and I knew that if I stayed there's no way I'd make it home by midnight. 

I ended up getting home at about 11:35. Feeling ridiculously proud of myself I came in through the side door into the kitchen. The moment I stepped inside I froze, and then carefully and quietly closed the door.

The rampant sounds of sex were coming from the living room. Did Uncle Max have a date over? Was I interrupting something?

Alcohol had thrown my caution to the wind and I tip toed over to peek around the corner into the living room. Uncle Max was sitting almost sideways to me, watching the television. It must have been a porn because that's where all the moans and panting and "fuck me big boy"'s were coming from. My Uncle's cock was out and in his hand. Big. Throbbing. An angry reddish color at the end of it. He grunted as he fisted it, moving his hand up and down, masturbating. 

I was transfixed. I couldn't move if I wanted to. It was watching him with the woman all over again. My body was already primed from Kris' hands. Watching my Uncle masturbate just turned me on even more. Maybe it was because I was drunk. My inhibitions were definitely lowered. Pulling up the hem of my skirt I reached into my panties and started playing with myself underneath the plain cotton, gently toying with my clit while I stared at my Uncle's dick and wondered what it would feel like if I touched it. I'd given guys hand jobs before, a couple, and I liked the feel of a hard, throbbing cock in my hand. The sense of power. What would it feel like to have power over my so-controlled Uncle?

At some point I must have made a noise, although I wasn't aware of doing so, because Uncle Max's head whipped around and he pinned me in place with those hard eyes. I hated that he could do that, even though it turned me on. Not like I wasn't already turned on. His eyes looked me up and down, drinking in the sight of my flushed face, my uplifted skirt that was bunched under my arm, and my hand in my panties. The expression on his face went from lustful to hard, like stone, and I pulled my hand out of my crotch, trembling. I didn't even try to run. 

"Jenny, come here." 

Uncle Max stood, naked from the waist down, his upper body covered with a fairly form fitting blue t-shirt. His erection jutted out strong and proud in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, even though I lowered my head as I reluctantly walked towards him. He pointed at the couch, right where he'd just been sitting, and I sat, feeling the heat of the cushions against me. His heat, from sitting there before me. It was like being cradled by him while at the same time he loomed over and me and stared down at me. If I leaned forward I could probably reach out and touch his cock. Being naked in front of me didn't bother him at all. 

I licked my lips nervously. 

"We already had a talk about spying and invading someone's privacy."

"I know, I'm sorry Uncle Max."

"You're about to be sorrier. Lift your skirt back up and take off your underwear."

"Please, Uncle Max," I begged. I didn't want him to see how wet I was. Even though the order just made me wetter. The alcohol I'd drunk had messed with my senses, eradicating my taste for rebellion... part of me wanted him to remove my underwear forcibly.

But that's not how Uncle Max rolled.

"Do it Jenny. You decided to look at mine, so now you're going to show me yours."

The punishment would fit the crime. Blushing I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, dropping them to the floor between us, but I had cheated a little because my skirt still covered the view.

"Spread your legs and pull your skirt up to your waist." I moaned a little as I did so, feeling so hot and embarrassed at the same time. The incredible wrongness of the situation just made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. "Spread your legs more."

I scooted forward on the couch so that I could follow his direction. My skirt was bunched up around my stomach, my little blonde mound completely visible, and the way my legs were spread the inner pink of my pussy was now available for his viewing pleasure. Seeing my Uncle's eyes go lustful as he stared at my pretty pink pussy was disturbing on so many levels, mostly on the level that it turned me on. 

"You were watching me masturbate, now I'm going to watch you. Play with yourself Jenny."

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was Kris' hands from earlier getting me hot, maybe it was because I wanted to try and take some control over the situation. Whatever the reason, I turned brazen. I didn't reach straight for my pussy, instead I slipped down the straps on my sundress, letting my breasts spill out. Now my entire dress was bunched around my middle, my pretty pink nipples hard and out in the open. The look in Uncle Max's eyes was shock and lust, barely contained. It was my turn to mess with him. 

Wetting the tips of my fingers with my tongue, licking them a little, I pressed them against my nipples and rubbed in slow circles, moaning as the soft caress shuddered through my body, never taking my eyes from my Uncle. He couldn't take his eyes off my body. My hands playing with my breasts, or my spread pink pussy. That's what he looked at. The low grown he gave as he began fisting himself again made my day. His control was slipping. I pinched my nipples, gasping and arching my back as I toyed with the tender little buds. 

The look that Uncle Max gave me was part fury and all desire. Moving one of my hands down to my pussy, I spread the lips with my fingers, giving him a good look at the interior, still playing with my breast with my other hand. 

"Put your finger inside yourself," he ordered, his voice hoarse. "Fuck yourself with your finger."

I wasn't at all sorry to obey his orders this time. Still moaning I pushed my finger in, rocking my hips. But one wasn't enough for me, I immediately shoved another one in, moving them back and forth and making juicy sounds. My Uncle Max groaned, his hand moving faster on his dick. 

"That's it Jenny, frig that soft little cunt."

His dirty words just made me moan and writhe even more. I loved the look in his eye that said I had the power. The way he followed my every movement. The sense of control over him that I got as I played with myself. 

"OOooooo Uncle Max, I'm gonna cum..." I said it deliberately as my orgasm started to build, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes bulged a little. 

"Use your other hand, rub your clit."

It was a good suggestion. I reached down with my other hand and started rubbing my clit hard as my fingers pushed in and out of my juicy hole. 

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, the orgasm surging between my legs, shaking through me. It was the hardest I'd ever cum in my life, masturbating for my Uncle while he jerked himself off. I could feel my body jerking as ecstasy ran rampant, stealing away my senses, my insides tightening down on my fingers. The flush of satisfaction was fantastic.

When I opened my eyes I gasped to see my Uncle hanging over me, one hand on the back of the couch next to my head, the other furiously wanking his dick. My hands were still in my pussy as he groaned loudly and warm fluid suddenly spurted onto my hands and the folds of my pussy, still swollen from my own orgasm. I lay there, shaking, underneath him, my mind racing wildly as I suddenly felt all too sober.

What the hell had I just done?

With a final spurt and grunt my Uncle stood up, looking down at my flushed and disheveled state impassively. My power had been an illusion and now even the illusion was gone. 

"I'm feeling generous so I'll just give you a warning this time. You're only 19, Jenny. If you come home drunk again I will spank you."

Then he turned and walked away, still unembarrassed by his half-naked state. 

I, on the other hand, was bright red. Feeling a little bit like crying I pulled down my skirt and up my top. Definitely would not be getting drunk again. Grandma was right, I shouldn't be allowed to be home alone. If Uncle Max hadn't been here, insisting on my curfew, I probably would have stayed at that party and lost my virginity to a guy that I'd just met. Not that Uncle Max was the best guardian. But I'd just learned my lesson about being drunk. It leads to me making incredibly stupid decisions. 

I vowed that he wasn't going to get another look at my body like that. I was going to be a good girl. For real. 

Then, looking at the white spunk covering my hand, I glanced around to make sure he was really gone before letting my tongue flick out and taste the cream.



Consequences Ch. 04



"Ohhh Frank, Please nooo."

Her muffled cries seemed to have an effect. Frank hesitated in his assault of her, giving her body a moment to adjust. But as soon as her whimperings weakened and her body showed signs of relaxing he applied more pressure, forcing more inches of the toy into her.

"Ohhh God. Ohhh God," she cried.

The pussy juices were drying, causing her to whimper more over the roughness this created than the actual penetration. Then she heard Frank digging around in her nightstand again and a moment later she felt him squirt some lube on both the toy and her sphincter. This erased the roughness and allowed more of the toy to easily penetrate her.

"Ohhh God Frank," her tears soaked the bedspread her face was buried in. "Please no Frank. It's too big, it's too big."

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you started fucking around, Whore," he growled, pressing hard on the toy.

He shoved it further into her until only the last inches had not penetrated her. He then retracted a couple inches, only to quickly slide them back in. Somewhere between hard and gentle, fast and slow, he pumped these inches in and out of her ass a few more times. Julie soon felt her rectum growing accustomed to the monster along with her hunger being urged on.

"Ohhh Frank," she whimpered. "Ohhh god."

He started to pump more of the toy at her as it slid in and out easier.

"Ohhh nooo. Ohhh God nooo," she whimpered and moaned.

Soon his withdrawals were leaving only the head of it in her before sliding it forward again, completely. She felt her body betraying her, felt her stretched sphincter clinging to the toy. On her knees her body started to rock, fucking her ass back at the toy.

"Ohhh Frank. Ohhh God Frank."

"See, you like it. You like this big thing filling your ass," he chuckled. 

"Ohhh Frank. Ohhh God Frank."

"You're such a whore."

"Ohhh Frank. Ohhh."

Pumping herself back to meet the large toy as it fucked her ass she felt her orgasm being drawn toward the edge of her internal ledge. Each thrust of the dildo, each full penetration of her body, sent new lightning bolts into her loins where they blasted against her passionate flames. The toys vibrations rolled through her, electrifying her nerve endings. The rhythmic fucking coupled by the complete filling of her rectum made her whimper and moan again and again.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God yes."

Their steady, comfortable rhythm was partially interrupted when Frank climbed onto the bed. He continued to pump her ass with the toy as he worked his way up near her head. With her face buried in the bed she did not know what he was doing, and with the way the fake cock was driving her body nearer to an orgasm she did not bother trying to figure it out. His fingers became entangled in her hair once more, tugging a little on her tresses as they found their hold. 

"Ohhh-ughhh," she moaned.

"You fucking bitch," Frank growled above her. "You cock sucking whore."

His fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her face up off the bed and turned it toward him. Opening her eyes she saw his semi-erect cock dangling inches from her. Hot air blew strong over the fires burning inside her. Instinctively she understood what he wanted and she knew she wanted it too. 

"Ohhh," she moaned, opening her mouth and leaning toward him.

Her own efforts were needless. As Frank groaned above her he pulled her face into his crotch while simultaneously jutting his hips at her. His cock slipped past her lips to fill her mouth. Julie immediately began sucking on it. Her attentions were rewarded, his cock instantly growing firmer, throbbing to full life.

"You're such a whore," he grinned down at her.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she mewed around him.

Holding her head in place, Frank humped his hips at her face, feeding her inches of his cock while matching the rhythm of the dildo fucking her ass. 

"Suck my cock while I fuck your ass with that toy, you whore."

The duel penetration fueled her fires, shoved her orgasm closer and closer to its release. Within moments she could no longer concentrate. Instead of her ass rhythmically humping at the dildo it began to jump and jerk under its assault.

"You little bitch. You're getting ready to cum again," Frank chuckled, seemingly almost surprised.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Yes you are. You're going to cum with my cock in your mouth and that toy in your ass."

Again, his words and tone added to her desire. She felt ashamed, humiliated, and yet those emotions made her lust roar with a previously unknown power. Her lips locked tighter onto his cock and she sucked at it hungrily. Her ass jerked more spastically at the dildo fucking her there.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm, mmmmmm."

"Yea, suck it slut. Suck it like the whore that you are."

Her orgasm teetered on the brink, it hung dangling from the edge. The only thing that kept it from crashing through her was her awkward position. She felt the sensation of it hanging there, suspended without release. She felt the strange mixture of it being loosened, millimeter by millimeter, while being held back simultaneously. Desperate for its explosion she concentrated on the cock in her mouth. Rolling her tongue over and over its flesh she sucked on it deeply. This took her mind completely off her ass, allowing it to jump and jerk freely. The strategy paid off. She soon felt the orgasm loosing its hold upon the ledge and slipping free.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she mewed with her need for its total release.

All of this also pleased Frank. His hips drove his cock into her mouth, his fingers tensing in her hair. Meanwhile he pumped the dildo into her harder and faster, fucking her ass with a frenzy.

"Suck me you fucking whore."

He pounded her ass with the vibrating dildo. Her ass dove and jerked in wild, spastic maneuvers. In and out the two items penetrated her body, pushing her orgasm further and further over the edge. Then it came crashing down. A tidal wave of explosions slamming through her entire body, causing her to shake and quiver as her ass hopped back at the dildo fucking her. Unable to handle the extreme sensations blasting through her she yanked her head back, slipping his cock from her mouth and causing her scalp to be pulled by his hold in her hair.

"Ohhh God. Ohhh God." she cried. 

With a happy chuckle Frank planted the dildo completely in her jack hammering ass where he firmly held it in place. While her body jerked and squirmed she felt the toy's vibrations running through her to join the orgasm's electrical jolts.

Her orgasm washed through her body and she whimpered out her desire.

"Ohhh God Yesss, Ohhh Yesss, ohhh yes, ohhh yes."

Grinning and laughing Frank watched her body quake its way through the climax. But as soon as he noted the first sign of it fading he jerked the dildo from her ass and moved around on the bed.

"Now it's my time, you little whore," he growled.

Although the orgasm had begun to fade, it was still quivering lightly along Julie's nerves and the toy's sudden removal sent needful spasms through her. She whimpered unhappily. But she immediately felt something else being slid into her gaping sphincter. Since Frank had worked his way behind her she thought at first he was sticking his own, real cock in her there, but then she felt him filling her hungry pussy instead and she knew that was not the case. 

"Fucking whore," he growled as his cock stuffed her. "Bitch. Slut. Tramp."

She felt his hands gripping her ass cheeks tightly and suddenly realized that it was his two thumbs in her anus. He started to use his grip on her to jerk her back into him. Instead of fucking her, he was fucking his cock with her pussy. Each full thrust made her think he would rip her open.

"Slut. Whore. Bitch."

"Ohhh God Frank," she cried. "You're hurting me. You're hurting me. Ohhh God."

"Good, you little whore," he growled heatedly. "Slut. Whore."

She felt his cock grow stiffer and knew he was nearing his own climax. Not sure how much more she could take, desperate to end it all, she tried to squeeze him with her pussy muscles.

"Please Frank, Please stop."

"Fuck you slut."

One of his thumbs left her anus. A second later he filled his hand with her hair again and yanked her head back. He pounded himself into her, slamming his cock in and out while jerking her whole body along in a stuttering unison. She felt herself being shoved forward, her knees being slid across the bedspread with each full thrust. 

"Whore. Slut. Cunt." He roared.

She clamped down as tight as she could with her pussy muscles. Under the pressure she felt his cock twitch. Behind her Frank thrust forward once more, a powerful, driving thrust that buried his cock as deep as possible inside her. He then held still.

"Fucking bitch," he growled as his cock started to jerk and spray his semen into her pained pussy. "Slut."

Spray after spray shot against her inner walls until he was done.

Afterwards, for a few moments, they stayed like that as his cock slowly grew limp inside of her. Then he jerked back, yanking himself out of her. The hand in her hair then tugged her around, flipping her over onto her back. She lay on the bed looking up at him kneeling above her through the tears filling her eyes. Between her legs her abused sex was red.

"That's one bitch," he told her, climbing off the bed. "We'll talk about the rest later."

Grabbing his clothes he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her laying there wondering what he meant. Her aching, tired body soon overpowered her curiosity though and she fell asleep.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 05



When Julie awoke she could tell it was late by the lack of light coming in the windows. She laid there under the covers for a few minutes, thinking about Frank and his actions as her body throbbed to life with its little aches and pains. Her scalp hurt from her head being yanked and tugged every which way while he had crammed his cock down her throat, shoving her face into his crotch. Her rectum ached after being invaded by the large dildo, the monster having been used to fuck her so roughly there. And her pussy smarted from the way he had forcefully pounded himself into her. These things occupied her body while her mind was filled by the memory of his voice, his words. The way he had growled out the nasty names such as slut, bitch, and whore which he had conferred upon her.

Then her thoughts turned to her own actions, her body's response to the things he had said and done. She thought about how she had so hungrily devoured his cock. How she had pumped her ass at the assaulting dildo. She recalled how she had been thrilled by the sensations raging within her. And how her orgasms had obviously washed through her, making her moan out her pleasure, telling him her dirty secret.

Then she thought about what he had said as he was heading for the shower; how he had insinuated that more such events were in their future. With a mixture of concern and excitement she wondered exactly what he had meant?

This all made her start wondering where Frank was at that moment. She figured he was in the living room watching TV, but she could not help remembering the previous night and wondering if he was in Cindy's room again. The thought confused her. She found herself at a loss over the whole situation. She did not know how to handle it. For several long minutes she laid there thinking, trying to formulate some kind of plan. The best she could manage was a decision to just move on and see where it, and they, all ended up.

Eventually she crawled from the bed and staggered her way to under a hot shower. Feeling refreshed, she pulled on a robe and headed for the main part of the house. As she moved down the hall she could hear the TV, but there was no sign of either Frank or Cindy in the living room. For a second her nerves jangled apprehensively and her eyes darted down the hall toward her daughter's room. But then she heard a laugh coming from the kitchen. When she walked through the door both her husband and daughter looked up from bowls of ice cream with warm smiles. 

"Hey, Mom. You feeling okay?"

Julie silently nodded in response.

As usual Frank was in a pair of baggy lounge pants. In contrast to her father's loose and concealing attire, Cindy wore only a pair of panties and a tight, little t-shirt. The thought struck Julie that the girl had been wearing these revealing outfits around the house a lot during the last few months and suddenly she started wondering about something completely new. 

She tried acting nonchalant as she got a glass of juice and sipped it, all the while watching the pair. She was looking for a sign that maybe the previous night had not been their first time together, that they had been intimate before, maybe several times. But she did not see any. They seemed to be nothing more than a father and daughter enjoying some ice cream.

She decided to go into the living room, sit on the couch, and watch some TV. She forced herself to fall into the world on the screen before her, suppressing her curiosity, and forgetting all the thoughts bothering her. Shortly Cindy walked through on her way to bed, giving her mother a kiss good-night along the way. Moments later Frank came in and sat in a chair a few feet from her. In nervous silence she stared at the TV, but she could no longer get lost in its irrelevance. Her eyes furtively glanced at her husband again and again as she anxiously waited for him to say something that he never said. Soon her nerves could no longer stand it. 

"What's going on, Frank?" She whispered in a single, rushed breath.

"The way I see it, you messed up," he answered her with a casual tone. "You lied to me. You lied about your interest in my . . . ideas. And you lied by having an affair. And now you want me to forgive you, and you want to save our marriage."

"Frank--," she started.

"Just wait a minute," he held up a hand, cutting her off but still talking with that same conversational tone that held none of the anger she expected. "It's not that I'm not open to the possibility. It's just that . . . Well, I feel I'm entitled to certain concessions along the way."

Julie absently fidgeted with the belt to her robe, wanting to lift her eyes and meet his, but unable to. For a brief moment his statement about the possibility of them fixing their marriage made her forget her other concerns. She had been so afraid that she had completely ruined their relationship that this one fact seemed enormous. But then his remark about being entitled sunk in. In her confused state she could not even begin to guess what he had in mind.

"Wh-What do you me-mean?" She stammered. "Wh-What kind of concessions?"

Looking at him through the tops of her eyes she saw his smile broaden and his eyes sparkle. With a sense of shame she realized that she had already given in to him, even without knowing the specifics, and he knew it. 

"Well, the first thing is of course that you tell Dick or Dan or whatever that the affair is done," he started. "You tell him and those other guys it's over and you swear that you'll never do anything like that behind my back again . . . with anyone."

"Of course. Of course," she blurted out, a couple tears slipping down her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered as she quietly cried with her growing happiness, her mind racing back to the fact that he was open to saving their marriage. "I already said I'd end it."

"Yea, yea," he nodded, oblivious to her tears. "I know you did, I just want to make sure you understand that it absolutely must happen if you want any chance at us staying together."

"Yes. Of course, Frank. Of course," she rushed to agree.

"Additionally, I have some. . ." He paused for a second, clearing his throat then continuing with a hard, firm tone. "I have some fantasies that we are going to fulfill. Sexual fantasies. Earlier was just one."

Julie felt her stomach flutter as she tried to imagine what kind of fantasies might be involved. How dirty or depraved they might be. Of course she already knew some, one was actually to blame for her present predicament. Yet, she had to wonder if there were any that would be too much for her.

"A part of fulfilling these fantasies will be that when I tell you to do something, you do it . . . no questions asked. In effect you'll be a sex slave. My sex slave. If I tell you to suck my cock, you wrap that hungry little mouth of yours around me, no matter where we are." 

"Bu-But," she started to protest.

"Hey, like I said, it's up to you. You want to save our marriage or not?" He stopped her.

His tone now was rough, driving home his point and how she had messed up. Julie thought about the life they had shared, how Frank had always been a good husband, and how it was her that had betrayed their union. Then she thought about what she might have to do to save it, about him telling her to suck his cock and her having to obey like earlier. She was surprised to feel a twinge of arousal over the idea.

"How many--," she stumbled over the question. "How many fantasies?"

"I'm not sure," he shrugged. "I haven't really sat down and counted them. Besides, I might think of something new after we get going and I'm not starting to limit myself now . . . Not after what you did."

His accusatory tone stung her. She blanched as if she had been slapped. In that moment she knew it would be a long road to the salvation of their marriage. For a second she considered backing out, telling Frank to forget it and just let it all fall apart. But then her stubborn streak made her angry at the thought of giving up.

"Remember, I said anything," Frank pressed before standing up to wait for her to agree. His stoic attitude showed that he knew the last of her defenses had faded.

"O-Okay," she nodded weakly.

"Good," he grinned. "Now, I'm going to bed. You make sure you take care of things and be ready when I call on you to perform."

He left her in the living room where she stared absently at the TV for awhile. She could not understand how she had failed to ask him about Cindy and what she had seen. She had wanted to. She had wanted to use it as leverage, to get her out of some of the trouble. But she had been unable to. She wondered what was happening to her. She had always been a strong woman, confident and self-assured. But now she had given in to his demands without a fight. Demands that could pose some very real consequences for her.

This idea brought her back to wondering about the things Frank had in mind. She knew he wanted to see her with other, multiple men, but she had done that, hadn't she? What if he wanted that again? What if he wanted to orchestrate it this time, like he had talked about?

Fondly she remembered the feel of having a cock in her mouth and pussy simultaneously. She thought about herself kneeling between the two men, alternating her mouth between their cocks. Then she thought about how the three men had taken turns fucking her. Sighing, she stared at the TV.

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At the end of the house Frank crawled into bed with a big grin on his face. He had spent the morning going over the previous night in his mind, trying to figure out where the men had come from, and why they had not assaulted Cindy as well as Julie. Not that this upset him, it just did not make sense. Then came his wife's confession, and with it so many answers. At that moment he had nearly shouted her right out of the house and his life, his anger was so intense. But something had stopped him, and made him go for a walk. He spent the walk thinking over the possible ways of dealing with Julie's betrayal. Of course divorce was at the forefront, he knew he could take away a lot that she cared about considering the situation. Yet, this was not what he wanted in his heart. Especially when his mind kept returning to the memory of Julie being used by those men. Even with his anger he felt his cock twitch when he recalled the way she had looked and responded to their touches, to their cocks. It had been a fantasy of his, one of many, one he had shared with her. And it had been so good to watch, even with the parts that had not been good, like the part about him being tied up. That was when it struck him just how large of a jackpot had fallen into his lap.

Most men have fantasies about different women in different scenarios. Fantasies as simple as their wife dressing sexy and flaunting their bodies during a special night out. Or getting their cock sucked in a dark theater while actors fill the big screen in front of them. Or more complicated fantasies like watching their wife with another woman, or other men. And Frank was no exception. But most men cannot live out their fantasies because either their insecurities keep them from sharing their fantasies with their wives, or their wives are simply too much of a prude to go along with them. This means that unless a guy is very lucky he goes through life haunted by unfulfilled fantasies, leaving the fantasies as fantasies.

But, Frank now faced a much different world. One of possibility . . . One of opportunity. He now had the chance to make his beautiful wife do so many of the things that he had been wanting.

Decision made, Frank headed back to his house. But he was still not sure how to put his plan into action. As his feet moved along the sidewalk his mind filled with images of Julie. Once more he remembered how she had looked the night before with those men handling her, using her. He recalled how hot it had been watching her crawl across the floor to suck his own throbbing cock. These memories flowed into others, ones of the future, of fantasies he planned to experience. He imagined Julie doing things he wanted, so many things, and he felt his lust awakening.

Then he thought about how she had cheated on him, and how she had lied about her interest in his fantasy. He still could not say which of these things bothered him more, only that they both stung. And, once again, his anger was also awoke.

The combination of his two emotions, coupled with the memory of her grief over her sins, gave him the answer he needed. He now knew how he would enact his plan.

Still feeling a little nervous he hid behind a falsely enhanced level of anger as he stormed into the house where he found Julie waiting in the living room, drink in hand. Thinking that a quick belt might help steady his own nerves he poured himself one. He used those silent moments to think over what he was going to say, and how he would act. He wanted her to believe that she was on the verge of being sent packing. Moments later, when he stared into her fearful expression, he knew he had been successful.

It felt good yanking her to her feet by her hair. It felt better seeing her fear and concern weaken as her arousal was stirred. And it felt even better to make her do things that he had fantasized about for some time.

He was filled by a sense of power as he jerked her toward the bedroom, then made her kneel before him. Staring into her pain and fear filled eyes he raped her mouth, forced her to deep throat his cock the way he had wanted to experience it, without worrying about being gentle or caring. When he was finished with that and she stood by the bed he was thrilled to see how it had affected her, how his treatment of her had made her pussy wet.

Then he watched her expression grow steadily hungrier as he straddled her and kneaded her tits, tweaking her nipples while she lay on the bed. By the time he fucked her pussy with the big dildo, and she whimpered out her dirty lust, his cock was starting to throb again. It had always bothered him that she kept this particular toy to herself, refusing to use it in front of him although he knew she did in private. It was because of this that he used it to fuck her ass, stretching her there like she had never been before. The sight of her responding to its penetration, the first moments of pain and discomfort followed by her humping herself back at it was amazing. He had loved watching her fuck the monster toy with abandon.

Afterwards he had climbed behind her and used her soaked pussy to fuck his rigid cock while keeping her rectum stretched with his two thumbs. Spraying his semen into her, he left her, showered, then went to the kitchen and began plotting his next move. During the next couple hours he realized that he did have some new fantasies and wondered just how far he could push things.

He was still deep in thought when Cindy came be-bopping into the kitchen in her tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt. The sight of her lithe little body tore his mind away from her mother and his plotting. He realized that somehow he had gotten so wrapped up in the one thing, that he had nearly forgotten about his daughter. As his eyes crawled over her he was amazed that that could even happen. Her beauty now and the memory of her body underneath him as he pounded himself into her made his tired, twice spent cock twitch.

"How's my loving Daddy doing?" She asked.

Her tone sang with private excitement and when she gave him a peck on the cheek he felt her breast brush against his shoulder.

In that moment he was struck by the knowledge that Julie's actions were to thank for his and Cindy's tryst. Like a lot of men, Frank had fantasized about fucking his daughter, and his wife's act, no matter how stupid or selfish, had inadvertently propelled that fantasy into reality. For a brief moment he had to fight the urge to go and wake Julie to thank her.

"I'm good," he answered Cindy's question instead. "I think maybe we should talk, Baby."

"About last night," she nodded, her tone making it clear that she was not ashamed or embarrassed. "It was amazing, Daddy. Even better then I had hoped."

Her statement caused Frank a second's hesitation. "Are you saying?"

"Yes, Daddy," Cindy smiled as she pulled the ice cream from the freezer. "I've been wanting to do that for months. I'm just sorry it took such an awful event to make it happen. I was so nervous, so scared. But after watching mom and those men, with their hard cocks . . . Then feeling you next to me, holding me . . . I just had to try."

Her confession both surprised and thrilled Frank. The idea that his daughter had been wanting him too, that she had been fantasizing about him while he fantasized about her, was exhilarating. Then she set two bowls on the table before causally removing her jeans with a shy little smile. Suddenly Frank realized why she had been prancing around the house in revealing outfits lately. It had all been a way of teasing him, of getting his attention and trying to make something happen. She had been displaying her naughty desires to him for months and he had failed to catch on. But now he knew, and like the situation with Julie, he intended to take advantage.

"Last night was just the beginning," he said evenly, forcing himself to make it a statement rather than a question. 

For the next little while they discussed things over their ice cream. Now that they had crossed the initial barrier they both fully intended to continue fucking, but neither of them were expected to be exclusive. It was also decided that once Cindy went off to college they would revisit the discussion. 

Once these things were settled Frank wanted something explained. "I've got to ask, Baby. Where'd that whole thing about you being a dirty girl if you asked me to put it in your ass come from?"

"I have no idea. I had never even thought about being fucked in my ass until I saw that man do it to mom." She answered with a laugh.

Briefly he considered telling Cindy about her mother's betrayal, how the whole thing had been staged. He also thought about sharing his plan to use Julie's transgressions for his own ends. But he quickly discarded the idea, deciding it would be best to keep her out of all that.

A moment later Julie came into the kitchen. 

That night, as he laid in bed thinking about how the day had turned out, he wondered if some stars had magically aligned themselves for him. Then he rolled over and started drifting off to sleep, thoughts of his wife and daughter filling his mind.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 05



Author's Note: Thank you to Seducreader for this story idea! I hope you're enjoying the read! 

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After the shared masturbating session and my drunken, blatant indiscretion, I avoided Uncle Max as much as I could for the rest of the week. I did my homework on my bed, stayed out of the house as much as possible, and when I did see him I said nothing. Neither did he. But he also didn't seem the least bit disturbed, unlike me. The cute guy from the party, Kris, called me on Tuesday and again on Thursday. After the way things had gone down last weekend I didn't want to go out this weekend so I made some excuses and we ended up making a date for next Friday.

During this time I was hiding something else: my growing attraction to my Uncle. It freaked me out. Obviously I wasn't the good girl that everyone had thought I was if I could be hiding such perverse desires. That knowledge shook me and made me wonder a lot of things about myself. What on earth had happened that I had become so slutty in front of my Uncle? That the threat of his spanking turned me on?

It was more my own anxiety about what my feelings meant that kept me on my best behavior than his threat of a spanking. Because to be honest, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what it would be spread over his lap, having his hand come down hard on my bare butt. When he was in the shower I would peek out of my bedroom door, waiting for him to finish and walk to his bedroom with a towel around his waist, checking out his body. Half hoping he would catch me. I avoided him seeing me, but I saw more of him than he realized. I was getting better at spying. 

Whenever I masturbated I pretended I was back on the couch, spread open and writhing in front of my Uncle, picturing him whacking off onto my young pussy. I knew it was sick but I couldn't help myself. I was losing interest in my studies and I was spending most of my afternoons out with Dana, trying not to think about my Uncle, before coming home and shoveling dinner in my mouth then fleeing to my room. Anytime his eyes were on me I got aroused, so after dinner I usually masturbated before doing my homework on my bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as doing it at the kitchen table, but at least I wasn't having to face my own perversity either. 

When the day of my date with Kris finally came I couldn't get too excited about it. I don't know why. He was a nice enough guy, I had fun talking to him at the party and making out, and we'd had a couple really good phone conversations, but I just wasn't feeling it anymore. Kind of hadn't been feeling it since I'd started hardcore fantasizing about Uncle Max. But I needed to stop doing that, so I did my best to psych myself up about the date.

Fortunately Uncle Max was running late from work, so when he called I just told him that I was going out for the evening (didn't mention with who). I was expecting him to tell me to be home by 11, but he just said that he had some plans tonight too. Good, so maybe I could keep avoiding him. Although I had to stamp down on the green eyed monster inside me that wanted to demand who he was going out with and what he was planning on doing with her. It wasn't any of my business and I shouldn't care. I definitely shouldn't be feeling jealous.

I made sure to dress up pretty for Kris, taking extra time with my hair and make-up, as if I was putting on a show of how interested I was in him - or, really, how NOT interested I was in playing more perverse games with Uncle Max. 

Dinner was boring. It was like all of the topics of conversation that we could go through together had already been used up over the phone. After dinner we went out to his car and he asked if I knew a good place where we could go to be alone and showed me the bottle of vodka he had in his car. Sure. My place. Uncle Max wasn't going to be home for awhile. Kris was a lot more fun after a few drinks, I already knew that, and I was feeling like living a little more dangerously. Recklessly. Plus this way I could rebel against Uncle Max's stricture against drinking and he'd never know. I'd kick Kris out at 9:30 and go to bed. I felt triumphant with my plan.

Kris and I settled into the living room with the vodka and some coke chasers. After the first couple of shots the conversation started flowing a lot more naturally. We teased and flirted, and he tickled me and the next thing I knew he was lying on top of me, his knee between my thighs, my skirt riding up. Then he kissed me. He was a really great kisser and I was feeling good and buzzed, so I kissed him back. I could feel his erection pressing into me. Everything was kind of academic for me until I started imagining that Chris was my Uncle Max, holding me down on the couch and rubbing the thick length of his meat against my thigh. Then my pussy started really creaming and I humped it on Kris' leg, getting some good friction as my clit was squashed between my body and his thigh. 

Just like last week the alcohol was making me feel good and hot, especially with my eyes closed pretending it was my Uncle on top of me. I moaned and humped as pleasure coursed through me. Kris was on top of me, groaning and pressing the thick ridge of his erection into my belly. That was hot. 

At least, it was until suddenly there was shouting and Kris was jumping away from me. My reaction time wasn't doing so great after four shots and it took me a minute to realize that Kris had already vacated the premises and my Uncle Max was looking at me with a rage like I've never seen before.

Caught.

I should have gotten a sinking sensation in my stomach. I should have been terrified. I should have been begging and pleading for forgiveness. 

Instead, I got wetter. My thighs pressed together to give my clit some friction as I stared up at my Uncle. My heart was pounding in my chest, but not for the right reasons. I was excited. I was hoping that he'd seen the alcohol I'd drunk. I was hoping for my promised spanking. As my Uncle advanced on me I suddenly realized what a terrible idea prodding him was. Even my boozy brain could see that right now, but it was too late. He looked absolutely livid, a dangerous hulk of a man that little girls shouldn't be playing with. 

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I don't know what I was thinking... I'm a good girl, I am, I promise, I won't ever do it again!"

"All evidence to the contrary," my Uncle gritted out between clenched teeth. "Stand up Jenny."

I stood. He was so close to me. I could practically feel the heat emanating off of his body as he moved around me and sat down on the couch. 

"Over my lap. Now."

My pussy clenched. I wanted it. I was terrified of it. Fantasizing about my Uncle's hands being on me and having them on me were too very different things. 'All evidence to the contrary.' His voice floated through my mind. No, I wasn't really a good girl, was I? Not anymore. I drank even though I was only 19. I brought a boy home and was making out with him on the couch. I deliberately disobeyed my Uncle's orders. And worst of all, I was constantly thinking about my Uncle sexually. No, I wasn't a good girl at all anymore. He was right. 

I should be punished. 

I lay across his lap, trying not to think about how good it felt to be there. Uncle Max was hard too, something I hadn't noticed until my side was pressing against his crotch. Either seeing me and Kris make out had turned him on or he was getting hot about the spanking. The hem of my skirt flipped up and he yanked my panties down. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I was so turned on.

"Just like I thought. There's a dirty slut underneath that good girl exterior, isn't there?" Uncle Max asked me, his hand coming to rest on the cheek of my ass, caressing it. I shivered and moaned again. I didn't want to admit to being a dirty slut, even if it was true. "I'll have to find a better punishment for you than a spanking next time you misbehave, you obviously wanted one too badly for it to be real discipline. But that's what was promised, so that's what you're getting tonight."

Despite his firm words, his tone wasn't at all harsh, and when I lifted my hips slightly, pushing my ass in the air in invitation, he actually chuckled. That didn't stop him from smacking my ass hard enough to make me cry out in pain. 

SMACK! CRACK! THWAP!

His forearm pressed down on my back, keeping me in place as he spanked me. I could feel the skin on my butt turning red and hot from the beating, even as my pussy got more and more creamy. The smell of my arousal filled the room and I could feel the juices practically running down my thighs. Even though it was starting to hurt like heck, I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting upwards after each one, my body asking for another. 

By the time Uncle Max was done he was practically panting and my face was tear streaked, my pussy on fire with heat and need. I felt wildly wanton, the way I had the weekend we'd masturbated for each other. Was it just the alcohol, or was there a sinful woman inside me, one who wasn't at all concerned with being a good girl? 

Sliding me off of his lap, Uncle Max put me on my knees in front of him. Quickly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection. I reached out for it, forgetting myself, and then stopped, looking up at him like a mouse looks at a hawk. Uncle Max nodded.

"Go ahead. Touch it. I think it's time you learned a lesson about fooling around with boys too."

Uncle Max's cock was thick. Hot. Velvety soft around an inner rod of steel. I was completely transfixed, moving my hand up and down. Uncle Max scooted forward on the couch, giving me more access as I stroked him, his hands reaching into my top and touching my boobs.

"Boys like girls, Jenny. They like to touch them. They like to kiss them. They like to be touched by them. Keeping stroking, that's very nice. Boys are going to take little girls like you out and they're going to kiss you and stroke you and get you all hot and bothered just like you are now."

I was nodding, letting his words flow over me as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. Feeling him touching my breasts had me getting even hotter as he felt me up. Unlike the boys I'd played with before his touch was confident, sure. Brushing his thumbs across my hard nipples he had me squirming for him. I pumped his cock harder, wishing it was in me. 

His voice got lower, almost a growl. "Boys are going to do all of this. And then when you make them feel good..." his voice trickled off and a blast of hot cum shot in my face as his fingers clamped down around my nipples. I let out a gasp of shock and the next spurt of cum got partially in my mouth. I closed it immediately, not wanting him to see how much I enjoyed the taste of his cream. How decadently naughty it made me feel. I kept pumping his cock as he came, spattering me with his spunk. It felt dirty and wrong, and oh so right. Exactly what I wanted. Deep inside me there were dark desires that I'd apparently kept hidden from even myself, dark secrets that Uncle Max's presence had coaxed to the surface. Maybe I was a bad seed too. 

When he was done cumming he released my nipples and they throbbed. Uncle Max gave me a superior look. "And then when the boys are done getting theirs, they leave you alone to take care of yourself." 

With that he stood, knocking my hand from his shrinking cock and zipping up. I felt shocked. My face was covered in his cum, I'd just masturbated him to hardness, and he was going to leave me like this? In my heavily aroused condition? Is that really what boys did? 

Hm. Well. Kind of. My experience with them. Uncle Max stood over me, staring down to see if I'd gotten the lesson. I licked my lips nervously, forgetting that there was cum on them. He liked that though, his eyes darkened with lust when he saw me do that even though he'd just cum.

"What do men do?" I asked softly.

Uncle Max's eyes glinted. "They take care of you too. Are you saying you'd like to be with a man tonight, Jenny?"

I nodded. My body wanted him. Uncle Max sat back down. "Come up here and straddle my lap, put your hands on my shoulders and don't move them."

Immediately I sprang up and got into the position that he wanted. Using his fingers Uncle Max wiped the cum from my face and fed it to me, making me lick and suck his fingers clean. I didn't mind at all. It made me feel sexy. With his other hand he was squeezing my tit, weighing it with his hand and stroking the soft flesh. I moaned, sucking hard on his fingers. The way I was positioned meant that my pussy was splayed over the open space between his thighs, meaning there was nothing for me to rub against. 

Pulling his fingers from my mouth Uncle Max put that hand under my skirt, stroking the dampness of my cotton panties. I moaned again and tried to move my hips to rub myself against his hand, but he just spread his thighs wider, limiting my movement. The hand of my boob was like a suction cup, holding my upper body in place as he rubbed around the outside of my panties. My fingers were digging into his shoulders as he toyed with my body, that hawk's gaze on my face, watching every twitch and expression that I made. "You're so wet, Jenny," he said. "Are you a good girl?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Not tonight."

"Not a lot of nights apparently," he said. I glared at him and he laughed. I was good more nights than most. Alcohol just lowered my inhibitions and let that elusive bad girl inside of my out. I was starting to like letting her out. Pinching my nipple he gave me a look as I writhed for him. "You're very cute when you glare, but if you want to get off then you'll put a more pleasant smile on that pretty face of yours." 

Immediately I changed my expression, letting the naughty girl out, and she gave him a little bit of a leer beneath lowered lashes. The good girl was still inside of me, horrified by my actions, by the flirting with my Uncle. 

"That's better. You're such a hot little slut niece, Jenny," he said, and I shivered as he reminded me of our relation. Not that I could forget, but somehow hearing him say it just made it seem so much more real. So much dirtier. Slutty me like it. The Angel inside was revolted. Since my body needed to cum, my inner skank was definitely the one in charge. Uncle Max eased my panties to the side and started stroking my wet folds. "Such a hot little pussy." 

I rocked back and forth on his lap, letting my head fall back as he circled his thumb around my clit, pushing a finger inside of me. "So fucking tight... I can feel you gripping my fingers." 

The sexy words made me groan. Naughty girl liked it a lot, it made my body even hotter, the words drowning any protests that my good girl side were making. Uncle Max was pulling me down into a vortex of sin and lust with every thrust of his fingers into my young body, watching me hump his hand, moving on top of him like a complete slut. I reveled in this new side of myself, uncaring that I was grinding down on my Uncle. 

"That's right Jenny, I want you to think about what it would feel like to have my cock inside this tight little hole," he said, twisting his fingers inside of me as I cried out, shaking on top of him. The orgasm that I could feel building was out of this world, better than any I'd ever given myself. Uncle Max was not only fingering me, he was putting images of us fucking in my head. Sinful. Wrong. Decadently erotic. 

The palm of his hand pressed upwards, grinding against my clit as I rocked, his fingers curving inside of me to stroke my sweet spot. I cried out, my head falling back again as my orgasm surged. "FUCK! UNCLE MAX! I'M CUMMING!" 

As soon as I said the words he pinched my nipple again, sending another surge of sensation through me. "FUCK!" Pleasure crashed through me as my cries of rapture echoed through the house, the forbidden ecstasy was an incredible high. I rode wave after wave of pleasure, thrusting my hips as my Uncle skillfully wrung pleasure from my body, showing me the difference between a boy and a man. 

When it stopped he waited for me to come around, for the naughty side of me to subside. As my good girl started to rise up again he grinned at me, pushing his fingers in and out of my pleasure-soaked pussy a few more times. I had just had the best orgasm at my life, literally at my Uncle's hand. There was something seriously wrong with me. Especially because the good girl didn't win out right away. When he held his hand up to my face I licked every drop of my own pussy juice from his hand. 

"Go to bed Jenny," he said, lifting my wrists. I hadn't removed my hands from his shoulders the entire time. Shaken, again, I fled. What was wrong with me? I felt like I had two personalities, the girl who knew better and the girl who wanted to play. Even worse, I wasn't sure which of them I liked better anymore. 



Consequences Ch. 06



Julie wasted no time in ending the affair with Dan. First thing Monday morning she cornered him in the break room at work where she unleashed a hushed tirade, cursing him and his two friends. In response Dan simply shrugged casually before strolling out of the room without a word. She had spent the entire morning working herself into a frenzy, shoring up her anger, and going into the confrontation she had been confident. But his reaction shredded her confidence. Shocked by his unfazed reaction she felt her knees wobble, felt the wind being knocked out of her angry sails. In that moment she was struck by just how little their relationship had meant to him, how little she had meant to him. While she had never thought theirs was anything more than the fling it was, she had believed they respected each other. Now she was slammed by the knowledge that this was not so and it stung deeply. With it she knew for sure that Cindy's presence the other night had not been an accident, that her requests had simply been ignored. Feeling lightheaded she grabbed the table edge to steady herself, the full effect of her actions and the damage she had done overwhelming her.

Not only did the realization of just how little she had meant to Dan crush her confidence at that moment, it also weakened her elsewhere. She had hoped that by unleashing on Dan she would find the strength to confront Frank about him and Cindy, but her lover's uncaring dismissal of her destroyed that hope. So she went home and walked around on egg shells during the next few days, anxiously waiting for Frank to say or do something, to claim his next concession. But he made no such moves. He acted like nothing had happened, keeping their conversations to normal everyday topics, and his hands to himself. It was driving her crazy until she got home one night to find him waiting for her.

"We're going out," he told her. "I laid out some clothes for you to wear."

Waves of apprehension and excitement cascaded through her. Although it had only been a few days her constant state of heightened emotions had her ready for a release, and this meant one was at hand.

Walking down the hall she wondered what kind of clothing she would find awaiting her. She was not surprised by what she found. On their bed lay an outfit so skimpy that she had only worn it once, even though Frank had tried several times since to get her to wear it. While Julie was proud of her body and did enjoy dressing up to show it off, this particular outfit did so a touch too much. The powder blue skirt barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the matching blouse was so snug it clung to her breasts and forced her to leave the top couple of buttons undone. Accompanying the garments was a pair of high heels but no undergarments.

"Lift the skirt," Frank instructed as she stepped back into the living room.

His grin told her he was glad to see she was braless, the blouse clearly showing this fact, and when she did as told his face lit up with even more pleasure. Stepping over to her he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs, cupping her uncovered sex. Bolts of electricity shot along her nerves. She felt a twitch deep inside of her as the beginnings of her arousal were awakened. Reflexively she leaned back, resting her shoulder against the edge of the archway and jutting her hips slightly forward, holding herself out to him.

"I knew you were smart, that you'd understand," he grinned, his hand massaging her just a little.

Standing there, holding her skirt up for him, Julie felt her face redden as more jolts shot along her nerves. "Just doing what I'm told," she whispered.

Her answer and weak tone made him grin even wider. He continued to cup her for a minute before pulling his hand away and announcing they should leave. The loss of contact saddened her a little.

On the way to the restaurant she felt his eyes glancing over at her, felt them caressing her bare legs and defined curves. His hungry leers caused her entire body to tingle with nervous anticipation, fanning the arousal smoldering within her. She did not understand this, why she was reacting so, but she could not think about it for long since they soon arrived at their destination. Her emotions during the ride were quickly over-shadowed by the ones she experienced as they were led to their table while dozens of eyes crawled over her. She had no delusions about the cheap appearance of her outfit, but as the restaurant's male patrons now devoured her she felt an undercurrent of shame flow up to mix with her other emotions. From deep, deep inside her waves of nervousness poured forth, causing her flesh to blush. In that moment she was glad that Frank had chosen a place well inside the city where they were unlikely to see any of their friends. At the table she moved to sit with her back to the room but Frank stopped her with a wave of his hand, indicating the chair which put her facing the room instead. Obediently she took the designated seat, instinctively closing her legs and leaning them to one side.

"Open your legs," Frank whispered after the waiter left to get their drinks. "Leave them open just a little. Just enough that anyone interested can look and see you're not wearing panties."

Until that moment Julie had been relatively comfortable with everything, but this last instruction concerned her. Frank was sitting to her side and the tablecloths were not long. This meant that if she did as he said there would be a lot of people with unobstructed views of her pussy. Her concern made her hesitate, her eyes darting around the room, trying to see how many people would have a clear sight of her.

"Open your legs," he ordered quietly.

His tone caused her to jump even as she shifted to obey him. The waiter brought their drinks then left again with their food orders. That was when Frank explained a little bit about the evening. Leaning toward her he pressed his lips to her ear, his warm breath caressing her nerve endings. He also laid his hand on her thigh, just above the knee. Its warm touch was both comforting and arousing.

"Tonight is exhibition night," he informed her. "You are, and will be, on display all night long. And while that's not all, it is all you get to know right now."

Julie had no idea what he meant but she heard the implications in his voice and a shiver of concern ran down her spine. Strangely this only seemed to add fuel to the heat within her loins which in turn sent a surge of warmth through her, smothering the concern and causing her to relax slightly. Her eyelids grew heavy, she leaned her body toward his whispering voice, and her legs tried to sway shut again. As the one touched the outside of his fingers he jerked the other away a couple inches.

"Open them, slut," he hissed.

Suddenly Julie was no longer relaxed. She felt as though every pair of eyes were staring up her skirt. Her cheeks reddened. She dropped her gaze so that she would not have to face anyone. She was surprised that this additional surge of shame did not quench her embers, but instead made them start to glow hotter, building towards a flame. 

"You know they're looking at you, all these men," Frank whispered in her ear. His hand slid up her thigh a little, edging toward the skirt's hem and her sex beyond. "They're trying not to let their wives catch them as they sneak peeks at you but they're staring at your cleavage and looking up your skirt. They see your pussy. They see you're a naughty little slut that's not wearing any panties."

Listening to him she felt her shame grow, and with it, her desire. Tiny electrical sparks radiated out from her loins to the furthest points of her body. Pressing at the blouse's material her nipples were swollen nubs, a reaction to both the night and the restaurant's air conditioning. She was surprised by the level of her arousal. She had spent many evenings flaunting her body, reveling in the attention, but nothing like this. She found it strangely exciting.

"You're teasing them. Their eyes are crawling over your body and they're thinking how much they would like to fuck you. How they'd like to drive their hard cocks deep into your body."

His warm breath tickled inside her ear. His hand was hot on her thigh. She was growing more and more aroused as she listened to his words and felt the truth of them burning into her mind, even as they reminded her of how exposed she was. She felt her passion fanning her desires. Between her legs, up under her skirt where she knew several sets of eyes were peering, she felt herself grow damp.

Just then their food arrived. Julie tried to concentrate on the meal, but found it difficult. It did not help that Frank was able to eat with only one hand, allowing him to leave his other resting on her thigh.

Partway through the meal Julie found the courage to glance up and around the room. In that brief moment she caught at least two men leering at her. A wave of pride surged through her along with the sense of shame she had expected. During the rest of their time there she glanced up several more times. Each time she caught more men ogling her, and each time she felt a little pride mixing with her shame. By the end of the meal she was a bundle of emotions and desire and she swished her ass slightly as they left the restaurant.

"Can I ask where to now?" She asked as Frank slid in behind the wheel.

"To a movie," he answered.

During what proved to be a fairly short ride, she once more wondered what he had planned. After the arousing experience of the restaurant she found that she was anxious to learn what it was. But then he pulled into the theatre's parking lot and that emotion was quickly erased by fear. She now understood why he had picked the restaurant, and it had nothing to do with their friends. He had chosen it because it was near the seedier part of town. And this cinema, where they showed pornographic movies. Even considering their unique situation, this development shocked her. She could not believe he had brought her here. Or that he expected her to accompany him inside to watch a movie. It was not the porn that bothered her. They watched those movies occasionally. But that was in the privacy of their own home, behind closed doors and drawn curtains. This was different. This was watching one in public, among strangers. She knew how those movies could effect Frank. How they could effect her.

That was when she remembered his earlier comment about exhibitionism and what she could not know about yet. Suddenly she found it difficult to breath, her heart skipped several beats. Of course she did not know what he had in mind, but she could imagine several possible scenarios that concerned her. Foremost were ones involving his desire to watch her with other men. Multiple other men. She no longer knew where he stood on that, not after her debacle with Dan and the others, but it would definitely fall under this night's definition. Would he do that, she wondered. Would he bring her here and let strangers do things with her? To her? What had she gotten herself into? These were her thoughts when Frank opened her door. She tried to step out but could not. Her mind simply would not allow it, keeping her frozen in her seat. 

"Get out," he hissed, his tone low and threatening as he towered over her, holding the door and waiting.

She knew she had to move, but she was frozen in place, staring ahead at the marquee and its block letters. She heard him sigh impatiently, sensed him glaring down at her.

"I said, get out," he hissed again. This time he reached down, grabbing her arm and pulling. That broke her mind loose, allowing her to finally move. Straightening up she looked into his eyes where she saw his amusement. "You can call this off anytime, you know. Just say the word. We'll leave and go home. And you can start packing."

The threat did what it was meant to do. It strengthened her resolve to follow through by chiseling away at any resistance she might have.

"No, let's go in," she whispered, dropping her gaze.

Moments later they walked through the lobby and into the theatre. Again she felt dozens of eyes devouring her, felt them slithering down her shapely legs, felt them staring at the clear outlines of her hard nipples. About halfway in they took seats near the aisle with Frank making her sit on the inside. She was surprised to find that the cinema had stadium seating, giving them large and roomy chairs.

Settling in, she tried to appear casual as she looked around. The other patrons seemed to be a smattering of society-at-large. Of the approximately two dozen people only a few were greasy looking figures in shabby trench coats. The majority of the other movie goers were clean looking, wearing either business suits or casual clothing. Several rows away were three younger guys, probably college students. There was also what looked like a couple of bikers, and at least two other couples. She was glad for the privacy the low occupancy afforded her and Frank. They were surrounded by a small sea of empty seats. However, just moments before the lights dimmed this lone conciliation was lost. A man in a brown baseball cap slid into their row and chose a seat only a handful away from hers.

"Turn sideways in your seat, facing me," Frank whispered as the screen lit up.

She did as told, resting her right hand on his shoulder.

As the movie began a blond with large breasts was sitting behind a desk in an office. A few minutes after a man entered Blondie was naked on the desk with his face buried between her legs. The events since pulling into the parking lot, her fears and all, had dampened Julie's arousal. No longer were her embers nearly flames. They were barely still smoldering. Watching the action on the big screen though she felt her earlier heat being rekindled. The sight of the man's tongue licking Blondie's clit and his finger pressing at her opening made Julie's sex quiver with the memory of times it had been done to her. Meanwhile Blondie's moans stirred her as well. Slowly her passions were fanned, her desires fueled, and her body began to tingle again.

After about fifteen more minutes there were two new people on the screen and she noticed Frank shifting in his seat. Before she could think why this might be, he took her wrist and guided her hand to his lap. Beneath his slacks she felt his hardening cock. The feel of it sent hot air wafting across her embers. Her fingers reflexively dug at the bulge. His hips lifted slightly, applying more pressure. Glancing over she saw a familiar mischievous grin on his face.

"You--," she gasped with surprise.

"Take it out," he nodded.

Once again she recalled his comment during dinner and she understood more of what he had meant. The idea of going down on him here, where they could easily be seen, worried her. For the second time that night she hesitated, momentarily considering a protest. But she knew it would be useless. He was extracting his concessions his way and if she argued, she might not like the result.

"Do it," he hissed, having grown impatient.

Her hand went to his zipper. Pulling it down she reached inside to find that he had not worn any underwear, making it easy for her to release his cock. Once it was out her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft, gently squeezing it. Bolts of electricity raced from the feel of his warm flesh to her newly smoldering loins. Slowly she started to stroke him, pulling him to a full erection. The feel of the thickening shaft made her nerves tingle excitedly. She stroked him and watched the woman on the screen, this one a brunette, take the man in her ass. Waves of desire coursed through Julie's body. Her breathing grew shallow, her flesh warm. Her eyelids grew heavy. With a sigh she laid her head on Frank's shoulder. Her eyes slid down from the movie to watch her hand and his rigid cock. She could see the head of it shimmer with the precum she felt lubing them. She licked her lips as she stroked him, her hand gently pulling and squeezing his cock.

"Suck it," he urged.

She thought about where they were and who could see them, who would be able to see her sucking his cock. She knew the guy behind her, the one in the brown cap, would be able to. Even though he could not actually see Frank's cock, or her mouth on it, he would see her lean into Frank's lap and know what she was doing. Other than that she could not tell who might see them. Again she wondered how far Frank intended to take things, if he was only expecting her to suck him off. Or if there was more. But she knew there was no way of finding out in advance without angering him. And so she leaned down. She held his cock straight up while lowering her mouth to it. She reached out with her tongue and licked the head, tasting his precum. This sent a wave of hot sparks shooting along her nerves. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times then slid it down a couple inches along the shaft. Now she tasted his flesh, and that fueled her desire even more. Blast after blast of heated air blew across her embers, fanning them until she felt the first flames flickering to life. Placing her lips on the head she slowly applied pressure. Her lips parted then gradually slid down and over the shaft, engulfing the first inches of it in her warm, wet mouth. She continued down until she was stopped by her fingers. The sensation of the shaft slipping along her lip's delicate nerves added more fuel to her building desires. With her lips and fingers touching she froze for a minute, sucking and rolling her tongue over his flesh.

"Oh God yes. That's so good," Frank sighed happily.

With a slow deliberateness she began to pump her mouth up and down him, sliding her lips along his shaft while squeezing and tugging the base. Her tongue swirled over his flesh, her mouth sucked on him. Her breasts were pressed against the armrest, fueling an ache within the mounds. Her loins grew hotter, her lust becoming fully enflamed. Between her legs she grew damp.

"Mmmm," she moaned quietly.

She heard the movie actress moaning louder, heard Frank's sighs of pleasure. After a couple minutes he laid a hand on the back of her head and applied pressure. She understood, but knew she could not do it properly in her present position.

"Take it all, slut. Deep throat me," he growled, pressing harder on her skull.

Reluctantly she pulled her mouth off his cock while keeping her fingers wrapped around it, unwilling to loose the feel of it throbbing in her grip. Placing her knee under her in the chair she set her other foot on the floor so that she was lifted up and able to position her mouth directly above the rigid shaft in her grasp. This also meant her ass was stuck back and her legs were parted slightly, issues that would not have bothered her except that she realized it gave the guy behind her a tantalizing view. Immediately she became self-conscience and before she lowered her mouth to Frank once more she reached back to pull her skirt down, snugly covering her vulnerable ass as best as possible.

A moment later this purposeful act proved useless though.

As her lips slid down the length of Frank's cock his hand moved away from her head to slip down along her back. With her nose buried in his crotch she felt him pull her skirt up, piling it around her waist and exposing her ass. She imagined what the cap wearing guy could now see; her round, bare ass cheeks swaying in the air. She pictured him sitting back there staring at her, at her defenseless ass.

Then she felt Frank's fingers on the inside of her thigh, felt them slipping up along her flesh to where her legs met. Where her pussy was. With a shock she realized that the guy could also see this, that he could see her sex and Frank's fingers touching her there. At first the idea of being so exposed made her flinch mentally. But as Frank's fingers delved between her legs, as they pressed at her slit and massaged her labia, she reflexively rolled her hips, rubbing herself at the digits. An ache was stirred in her pussy and she felt her juices making her wet. That wetness allowed Frank's fingers to slip between her lips and into her slit, applying pressure at her opening. New, lustful flames ignited within her loins. Her hips jerked from the near penetration. And suddenly their audience fell under a different light, she started to be excited by the idea of the man seeing her husband touch her sex.




Consequences Ch. 06



Her breasts ached for more contact. Rising, she pulled her lips up along Frank's cock, stopping with only a couple inches of it still in her mouth. Sucking deeply she swirled her tongue over this portion of his flesh. Meanwhile she maneuvered around a little more, flattening her hard nipples against the armrest. Electrical jolts originated from this contact to shoot through her body. 

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she mewed.

Then she again relaxed her throat and slid her lips down the full length of his cock. Once she had his entire member inside she held it there for a minute before pulling back up. The feel of it and the taste of him fueled her passion, made her hips roll slightly, her body quiver. As she began to pump her mouth up and down along his shaft she felt his free hand rest atop her head, rising and falling with her. His other hand remained between her legs, rubbing at her slit and teasing her opening.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she mewed, the shaft sliding along her lips.

From the cinema's speakers she heard an actress crying out as she was fucked. The thought struck Julie that, like that actress, she was putting on a show too. It was just that her show was only for one man, the guy sitting behind her. The thought stoked her fires, made her juices wet her pussy even more. She did not understand this but she could not deny it. She imagined the guy sitting back there, stroking his cock while he watched her. She rolled her hips, drove herself down against Frank's fingers then lifted her ass, swaying. She thought she heard Frank chuckle and wondered if he suspected she was showing off for their audience.

"Mmmm," she mewed once more as she slid the length from her throat.

As she pumped her mouth on him she slipped her fingers around the base. She felt his cock sliding across her lips, the hardness of it filling her mouth. She felt his fingers at her slit, felt the tip of one playing at her opening, rubbing and teasing her. Her body rocked faster with her actions, her ass moving back and forth. After a few times she slid her mouth down over the entire length once more, squeezing the member with her muscles.

"God yes, slut. Suck it. Suck my cock," Frank whispered.

Her body ached, her hunger now a raging desire. She whimpered and rolled her hips, trying to force his finger to penetrate her. Her nipples throbbed and she pushed them against the armrest harder. Her pussy grew wetter, her juices flowing with the lust inside her. Sliding her lips back up she tasted more precum. She swirled her tongue, lapping at it.

"Mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered, sucking deeply.

Now Frank's hips were starting to move as well. Each time her lips slid down along his shaft he lifted himself toward her, feeding her his cock. The hand on the back of her head was growing heavy too. She recognized the signs of his nearing orgasm. Eagerly she drew on him, her fingers tugging, her mouth sucking. Once more she slid her lips down the entire length of him. This time she held him in her throat for a moment longer, constricting with her muscles.

"Oh God yes," he groaned, his hips jerking.

Pulling back she fucked him with her mouth, licking and sucking it as hard and as fast as she could. She tasted more and more precum, felt his hips twitching. Her own lust was now boiling and she shoved her pussy at his fingers, twisting and humping in hunger-driven attempts to make the digits enter her. She pictured the guy behind her watching this, watching her ass rolling through the gymnastics, her head bobbing up and down. Her passions were fanned even more, causing her to try harder in her actions.

"Suck it, whore," Frank hissed.

She felt him growing harder, knew he was on the verge of cumming. She squeezed the base of his cock, pulled on it frantically with both her hand and her mouth. She mewed, anxious for him to release his load. Seconds later he locked her head in place and his cock throbbed. The first spray of his semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed hungrily.

Her hips shimmied and rolled, jerking her ass in a desperate attempt to make his fingers enter her. But to no avail. He slid his hand onto her ass cheek, moving his fingers away from her sex so he would not accidentally penetrate her. She whimpered with the loss.

After she had swallowed the last of his cum he held her head in his lap, making her continue to suckle and lick his softening cock. Only when he was satisfied did he allow her to slowly pull her mouth away. However he did not let her to sit up. Instead he made her remain bent over, her ass and pussy still fully exposed. For a minute he did not say anything. Looking up she saw that he was staring behind her, toward the guy in the ball cap, with a mischievous grin. She wondered if the guy had really been watching her, and if so, was he still. She wondered if he was still stroking his cock. She wanted to look over her shoulder and see, but she found that she could not bring herself to.

"Did you enjoy?" Frank turned his attention to her.

Meekly she nodded in response.

"You know he was watching. He saw you," he whispered, indicating the cap wearer with his eyes and confirming her suspicions. "He saw you lean into my lap. And he saw your wet pussy. He saw you trying to get my fingers inside you."

Once more the dirtiness of his narration affected her. It made her feel cheap. And it fueled her hunger. She felt her body tingle as he told her these things, felt her fires burning hotter.

"I thought about inviting him over, letting him come closer. Thought about letting him touch you. Maybe have you suck his cock too."

Julie's eyes closed. Listening to him she could not help imaging what it would have been like, having a stranger's hands on her while she sucked her husband's cock. Or Frank making her take the stranger's cock into her mouth, pleasuring him. She wondered how she would have felt if he had done these things.

"Maybe let him fuck you while you sucked my cock," Frank added.

Julie's pussy spasmed. A bolt of electricity raced through it and along her nerves. She gasped, her heavy exhale a combination of surprise and lust.

"Yes, you're a dirty little slut," Frank grinned.

A minute later he told her to sit up and fix her clothes, that it was time for them to leave. Stepping away from her seat and into the aisle Julie finally found the courage to look over at the guy in the ball cap. With a shock she saw that he was three seats closer than before. On suddenly weak legs she walked out to their car.

Moments later, as they drove away, Frank commented that it was still fairly early and he wanted to go for a drive. Her mind occupied with her thoughts and questions, Julie simply nodded in assent. She could not stop wondering how the guy in the ball cap had gotten so much closer and what it meant. Had Frank waved him over? Had Frank let him touch her? Had it only been her husband's fingers on her pussy? These questions led her to mentally reliving the blow job and the show she had put on. Her swollen nipples still ached as they pressed against her blouse. Her pussy had cooled off a little but it still sweated with her lustful embers. Her recognition of these still burning needs made her wonder what else Frank had planned for the night. She wondered if the cinema was meant to be the end of their night's sex, if he planned to leave her in a state of arousal. She figured that if he did she could always wait until he fell asleep, then sneak off and masturbate. But she found herself hoping she would not have to. She hoped that he did have other plans he just was not sharing yet. The idea that she was hoping to continue being Frank's personal exhibit shocked her. She could not believe herself, her immorality.

"So how you feeling?" Frank asked, breaking into her thoughts.

Snapping out of her trance Julie saw they were on the freeway, heading out of the city. It took her a second to remember why.

"How you feeling?" He repeated.

"Um, I'm okay," she answer hesitantly.

"Think we're done for the night? Think you're done?" He asked, his tone telling her the answer.

Julie felt her skin tingle excitedly, felt her entire body tingle. The fact that he did have something more in mind, that he meant to make her his showcase in some other way, fanned her passion. It fueled her lust in ways she never would have imagined. She caught herself holding her breath, anxiously waiting for him to tell her what she had to do next. She did not have long to wait. From inside the car's console he produced a dildo. The toy's sudden appearance surprised her and made her sex quiver with anticipation. In the dim light cast by the dashboard she could see that it was not the one from the other night, but it was one of her favorites. The sight of it stoked her body's desires, re-awoke her need to be penetrated. Only now that need was much stronger.

"You're going to get yourself off. You're going to play with your tits and your pussy. And then you're going to use this on yourself." 

"Where?" She asked weakly, although she believed she already knew.

"Here, in the car. I told you it's exhibition night. So you're going to give our fellow travelers a show like you did the men in the restaurant, and that guy in the theatre."

"Here?"

"Yes here," he chuckled, laying the dildo on the seat next to her.

"Bu-But--," she automatically started to protest.

"No buts," he cut her off roughly. "I know you're horny. I know how sucking cock affects you. And I know how wet your pussy got back there. It shouldn't take long for you to cum. I even brought this along, so the lights won't bother you." From the console he now pulled a blindfold.

With a shaky hand she took it from him. For a minute she just sat staring ahead, her mind filled by confusion over this newest development. He was right of course, she was horny as hell and it would not take her long to cum, especially once she filled herself with the dildo and turned it on. But she wondered how many people would see her in the meantime. She imagined those people riding through the night, curiously glancing over only to see her sitting in the passenger seat massaging her tits or pumping her pussy with the fake cock. Rationally she knew that only people sitting high in their vehicles, like SUVs and semis, would really be able to see her. That even they would not be able to see her clearly due to the dark. But they would be able to see her. And contrary to Frank's claim, she did not see this in the same light as the restaurant or the theatre. While they had been dirty and naughty, one more so than the other, they had not been like this. Even in the theatre there had been a sense of controllability over their audience. But this was something different. There would be no limitations in this. She would basically be on parade and anyone that happened to be on the road would be her audience. As that single thought sunk into her psyche, the idea that anyone might see her fucking herself, she felt her lust leap. Again her own depravity shocked her.

Her hands shook so much she had trouble slipping the blindfold on. For a second she wondered if the shaking was from being nervous or being excited.

Leaning the seat back she shifted into a comfortable position then raised her trembling hands to her breasts. She began by scratching her nails over the mounds, across the blouse's material where it covered them. At the first touch she felt hundreds of electrical tingles race along her nerves, felt her blood heating up. A small sigh escaped her. She slowly worked her fingers over and across her tits again and again, touching and scratching every inch. Her tiny top left a lot of uncovered cleavage and she was soon tickling at this portion more and more, thrilled by the feel of her bare flesh being touched. She felt her nipples growing harder, felt them pressing into her blouse. She slid her fingers over them, scratching. Her entire body quivered. Within her loins she felt her fires growing, felt her passion building. Pulling her fingers away from her swollen nipples she quickly undid the few closed buttons of her blouse and opened it, freeing her breasts completely. Her hands slid up over her fleshy mounds, cupping and massaging them. Her nails scratched at the upper swells. Her manipulations sent wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her. Her breathing began to grow heavy, shallow. Licking her fingers she moistened her aching nipples then rolled them between her finger and thumb, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. Softly she moaned, her fires roaring even higher, her pussy growing wet once more. Instinctively her legs spread themselves open a little. Her hands shifted again, filling themselves with her tits and kneading the aching flesh.

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Ohhh yes."

Beneath her she felt the steady rhythm of the car rolling along the highway, reminding her of the truckers and the SUV drivers. She could not forget how exposed she was, how anyone could see her manipulating her breasts. She thought about them peering through the darkness, thrilled by the show they had happened upon. Then she thought about Frank sitting just feet away and the mischievous grin on his face.

She cupped her tits, massaging and kneading the fleshy mounds. She rolled and twirled her nipples, pulling and squeezing them while electricity shot along her nerves. Her ass shifted in the seat, her legs scissoring, her skirt working its way up her thighs. Something bumped against her leg. She realized it was the dildo, laying there, waiting. Her hunger roared, she felt her sex growing wetter.

"Ohhh yes. Ohhh God yes." She moaned.

She drew one hand down from her breast, down over her stomach. Her dragging fingers left a trail of sparks across her quivering abs. She moved her hand up and over the bunched skirt at her waist and dipped it down onto her upper thigh. She tickled her sensitized flesh with her fingers, tracing delicate lines. She passed them back and forth just above her sex, slipping them close to her wet pussy but not quite onto it. She wanted to, her body screamed for her to, but she forced herself not to. The intensity of her fires grew. Raising her left leg she set her bent knee on the console. Her right one she pressed against the door, setting her foot on the dashboard. This spread her legs wide and she was able to tickle the inside of both her upper thighs, teasing her aching sex with her hand's nearness while her other hand massaged her tit.

"Mmmm," she whimpered.

"Yes, that's it, get yourself good and worked up. Make yourself real horny. Really wet," Frank coached. "Show these drivers what a slut you are. Show them like you did that guy back at the theater. He really liked the show you put on. The way your ass rocked back and forth, pushing your pussy at my fingers. He spent more time watching you than the movie. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you, away from your hot little ass."

For the third time that night his narration stoked her passions, this time more than either of the others. His words made her squirm in the seat with the memory of the cinema and what she had done. Her blood boiled and her lust bellowed. She could no longer stop herself. Her sex wanted to be touched, was quivering and begging to be, and she could not hold her hand back. Her fingers slid across her flesh to slip onto and over her labia, to her wet slit.

"Oh yea, look how excited you are. How wet your pussy is," Frank sighed heavily.

As she ran a finger down through her slit, her juices gliding the way, she recognized how right he was. But she did not think to question how he could tell this in the darkness.

For the moment she kept her one hand on her tit, molding and massaging it. Lower on her body she ran her finger up and down her slit, the tip of it parting her lips and growing slick with her wetness. Her other fingers caressed the puffy edges of her sex, mixing with her juices that were coating her flesh. As she lightly brushed her swollen clit with her thumb her hips jerked in the seat. A lightning bolt exploded to somewhere deep inside of her. Her raging fires caused her skin to sweat. Her head lulled from side to side. Her bottom lip hung open. She panted and moaned. She brushed her thumb across her clit again, slightly heavier this time. She slid her finger up her slit, then back down. She whimpered as it pressed gently at her opening each time. Her hips rolled, shifting as her body instinctively tried to force it to enter her. Enthralled by the exhaustive sensations coursing through her, she held back as long as she could.

"Yes, so excited. So wet," Frank whispered. "Just like the theatre, like when you were sucking my cock."

"Ohhh," she gasped. "Ohhh-Ughhh."

His words made her remember the blow job, the feel of his rigid cock sliding along her lips and into her mouth. She also remembered where she had done it, how she had been on display. And how she was on display now. More fuel was added to her passions, making her only faintly aware of an air horn blowing somewhere.

As she once more pulled on her throbbing nipple, her body quivering with the electrical sparks shooting through her, she gave in to her hunger. Her finger stopped at her opening, pressing and entering her. At first she only allowed the tip in. She used it to massage the twitching nerves of her wall for a moment. Then she slid the rest of the digit inside her.

"Ohhh, ohhh. Ohhhh," she panted.

She rubbed her inner wall, caressed and massaged her dripping sex, pushing her finger in as far as it would go. Instantly, seemingly of its own mind, a second finger slid to her opening and penetrated her as well. The two digits worked together, rubbing her, mixing with her wetness. She flattened her hand so that the heal of her palm could press against her clit. She began to pump her two fingers in and out of her pussy. Slowly. Deliberately. She worked them in and out, straightened them, curled them. Her juices dripped down from her sex and ran along the crack of her ass. Her desire cascaded through her, made her whimper and pant. Her hand squeezed her breast greedily, molding and shaping the fleshy mound. Beneath her palm her swollen nipple was smashed and rubbed.

"Oh God, oh God," she gasped.

Deep inside her she felt her orgasm pushing toward the edge, felt it reaching forward, waiting to be released. Her fingers felt good, but they were not enough. Her body wanted more, wanted to feel itself being stuffed, being filled. Her hand dropped from her tit and she grabbed at the dildo laying beside her. With anxious, excited hunger she guided the toy toward her pussy.

"Show us what a slut you are, what a whore you are," Frank urged. "Show us like you did in the theater."

But she did not need his urging. She hurriedly removed her hand from her pussy, clearing the way for the toy. Lacking any self-restraint now, she did not make herself experience the loss for long. Instead she quickly aligned the dildo's tip with herself and pressed it forward. Her opening was already gapping, her lust and her fingers' actions having prepared her. Her labia shined with her juices, her hole slick with them. As she pushed the toy in, it opened her further, spread her walls. When it was completely inside her she held it there, shifting it around a little, rubbing at places deep inside her that she now knew had been aching for contact since much earlier in the evening.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God yesss," she moaned.

"Oh yes. I got me one dirty little whore for a wife," Frank cheered.

She pulled the dildo back, withdrew most of it, then paused for a second before pushing it forward again. Her hips lifted her toward the steady penetration. She panted, she moaned. She began to work the dildo in and out of herself, fucking her pussy. With each insertion her ass lifted from the seat, her lust making her sex devour the fake cock. She laid the fingers of her free hand atop her clit and rubbed. Her orgasm reached the edge, teetered there, barely being kept from crashing through her. She felt her flames raging inside her, felt them turning into an immense forest fire. Her entire body quivered as her orgasm teetered nearer and nearer its release. She pushed the dildo into herself harder and faster, stuffing it into her sex. Her body rocked as she masturbated.




Consequences Ch. 06



"Fuck your pussy, fuck yourself like you mean it."

"Ohhh. Ohhh God yesss," she moaned.

Again she faintly heard an air horn, but it still did not register. She was too engrossed in the pleasures washing over her, too lost in the pending explosion inside her.

She gripped the dildo firmer so that she could slam it in and out of her. She worked it with the raging vengeance of her overpowering lust. Her ass was nearly hopping off the seat. Wet fucking sounds were coming from between her legs. Her orgasm crested over the edge. At first it merely cascaded down, swooping forward on a fairly gentle path. But as it moved it gathered speed, and with it force. Within seconds it turned into a massive tsunami of ecstasy. It slammed through her body, causing her to jump and jerk in the seat, her nerves wracked by thousands of pleasure messages. It blasted her mind with electrical sparks that quickly flashed into exploding fireworks.

"Ohhh God," she cried out.

She crammed the dildo into her pussy as deep as it would go and rubbed at her clit. Her hips flailed about madly, her ass jerking around in the seat. Her legs quivered and twitched, wanting to simultaneously be spread wide and clamped shut. Her entire body tensed, her muscles clenching. Her back arched. She threw her head back, her mouth hanging open. Beneath the blindfold her eyes were clamped tightly shut.

"Ohhh God yes. Yes. Ohhh God yes," she cried again and again.

The orgasm continued with tidal force. Frank reached over and tweaked her nipple. The sensation threw new fuel onto her exploding fires, making her cry out more and her body to twitch with her exploding nerve endings. Her head snapped to the side, rolling her body toward him, wanting more. Her hips jumped, her foot smacked against the windshield. Her hand shifted the dildo, rolled it around inside her.

"Yes. Yes. Ohhh God yesss."

Again and again explosions rocked her body, making her muscles clench and relax, her head snap or roll. She panted. She gasped for breath. She exhaled sharply.

"Ohhh God. Ohhh God."

Eventually it began to subside. The orgasmic waves slowly settled down, receding back into the darkness of nonexistence. Her ass lowered itself back into the seat and she loosened her grip on the dildo. She sighed with pleasure as the aftershocks wavered through her body.

Slowly her mind drifted back as well, taking in the sounds of the surrounding world. Now she noticed the air horn. It worried her. Pulling the dildo from her sex she hesitantly reached up and lifted the blindfold. Light came streaming in under it, shocking her eyes. With a huff she jerked the item off, blinking rapidly as her eyes struggled to adjust to the car's interior light. She had been worried about drivers peering through the dark to see her perform, but they had not had to. Frank had cast her in light, giving them a clear view of her. At what point he had done this, she did not know, but she imagined it had been fairly early, probably while she had been playing with her tits.

There were a couple semis running with them and from the sound of their air horns they had enjoyed her show. Julie's face flushed. She felt a mixture of emotions course through her, surprised to realize that one of them was pride. But shame was another, and it was stronger. As she sat up and began to fix her cloths she turned away from the windows, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor. In the driver's seat Frank casually reached up and killed the interior light, a smirk on his lips.

An exit ramp appeared and he took it, leaving behind a symphony of appreciative air horns. He crossed over and got back on the highway, now heading back to the city. In the dark Julie stared at him. He seemed unconcerned, his eyes on the road, not paying any attention to her. He was not ignoring her, he was simply leaving her alone so she could work through her feelings.

Her angry feelings that were making her think of the nasty names to call him, the curses to spit at him, and the demands for an apology to slap him with. The thought of demanding a divorce even flashed briefly through her mind. But she knew she would not do any of these things. She knew it even as she thought them. She would not do them because she loved him, and because she was afraid. And because she had convinced herself that either she deserved his treatment of her, or he deserved to have his concessions. 

So she forgot her anger and turned her thoughts to other things, to how she was enjoying the night's exhibitionism. She did not understand it, but she was. And while this concerned her, it did not stop her from admitting it, not to herself at least.

She spent the remainder of the ride thinking over the night, reliving much of the excitement in her mind, and feeling it keep her embers from dying out.

Once home Frank led her to their bedroom where she expected him to prepare for bed but where he instead stopped her from getting undressed. As he then stood a foot away from her, she saw the hunger in his eyes and she knew the night was not yet over.

Slowly he raised his hand to her breast, caressing it through her blouse. The warmth of his touch reached through the material to reawaken the electric sparks of her nerves. He slid his hand so his palm covered her nipple, then gently massaged the mound. His other hand came up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek. His thumb reached out to caress her lips, slipping gently back and forth over them, igniting the sensitive nerve endings. Reflexively she slipped her lips around it and suckled.

"What did I do?" He whispered.

"Frank?" Her tone was meek, her breathing already shallow.

Her nipples grew stiff, poking hard against her blouse. Her embers that had been kept smoldering by her thoughts were now fanning into flames again, her body yearning.

"Tell me what I did," he smirked. "Tell me what I made you do tonight."

While she struggled to understand, she glanced down and watched her tit being massaged under the blouse. Past this she saw a bulge at his crotch, his semi-hard cock pressing at his pants once again. His caressing thumb was stroking the same nerves as when she had slid her lips down over his cock and taken it into her mouth earlier. The memory of this made her legs quiver weakly, her lust being stirred and stoked.

"Tell me," he pressed.

She was not sure what he meant. Even if she had she was finding it difficult to concentrate, and therefore do as he wanted. She felt his hand plying her tit, felt the bolts of electricity it was sending through her. Her body leaned forward, pushing herself firmer into his grasp. Her nipple burned under his attentions, her breast filled with aching pleasure.

"You..." she tried, but faltered, at a loss for the answer.

"I made you dress in this skimpy outfit and show off your body," he coached her.

Her heart leapt in her chest. Now she understood what he wanted. It was now her turn to be the evening's narrator. He was going to make her confess all her dirty acts from the night, the acts he had made her perform. She found the idea arousing, but also frightening. She feared he would learn her secret, that he would see how much she had enjoyed everything.

"Is that what I did?" He pressed after a minute.

"Ye-Yes," she nodded, her fear keeping her from lifting her eyes to meet his.

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Li-Like a . . . Like a slut," she tentatively whispered.

"That's good," his tone showed that he meant both her answer and the fact that she was starting to talk. "How did it make you feel? Being paraded around like that? Being made to feel like a slut? Did it feel good?"

She hesitated, his questions confirming her fear. He did want more than just a recap of the night's activities. He also wanted her to share how those activities had affected her. How they had made her lust roar, her body scream.

"How did it feel?" He pushed.

She wanted to deny it, to deny everything. She wanted to deny how wet she had become, how badly her pussy had ached to be fucked. She did not care that he already knew, that he had seen it. That he had witnessed her lewd reactions. She just did not want to admit the extent of her arousal. But she knew she could not lie. She knew that he would easily spot her deceit and would not be happy.

"Did it feel good?" His tone indicated his growing impatience.

"Mm-hmm," she murmured.

As she conceded to the situation, and the idea of confessing, she was surprised by the effect it had on her body. Her fires grew, heating her flesh. Her juices began to flow, wetting her pussy. Adding fuel to these feelings was Frank's hand kneading her breast, his palm flattening her nipple. Also the sight of his growing bulge was filling her with the impulse to reach out and touch it.

"Tell me about the restaurant," he urged.

"There were men there . . . lots of men," she whispered, her mind searching for the words he wanted to hear.

"Did they look at you?"

"Yes," she paused, her skin quivering as she remembered the hungry leers.

"They did? 

"Yes. They looked at me. They stared at me . . . at my body . . . my tits."

"Did you like them staring at you?

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"What did you see in their eyes when they were looking at you?"

"Lust. They had lust in their eyes." Although her tone stayed docile, her voice was steadying. Still, she could not help stumbling with her next few words. "Some of them saw my . . . my pu-pu . . . my pussy. Yo-You made me keep my legs open and I saw them. I saw them looking up my skirt."

The last sentence came out strong because she was growing comfortable with her task. Plus, she found that she was starting to use words she wanted to use. But even with these progressions she still could not look him in the face, and so her eyes remained downcast.

"I-I liked it," she continued without any prompting. "I liked them staring at me. I liked the lust in their eyes and I liked them seeing my pussy. I liked showing them my pussy."

Frank softly chuckled as he pulled his hand away from her breast.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

The deviation confused her momentarily, but she quickly did as told. As she knelt down before him he undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. They had been standing by the foot of the bed and he now turned to sit on its edge where he finished pulling them off and tossing them aside. Removing his shirt he tossed it away as well.

"Come here," he indicated the carpeting between his feet.

She wiggled around on her knees to the indicated spot, her actions causing her skirt to ride up on her thighs. For the second time that night his hardening cock lay before her. The sight of it sent shivers through her, enhancing her arousal. She spread her legs open a little, allowing the air to swirl across her wettening slit. She still could not look at him and so she knelt there with her face down, staring at his cock through the tops of her eyes. She watched it throb and jump in his lap as blood pumped to it, the shape of it growing firmer, harder. Hesitantly she raised her hands, laying one on his thigh and reaching out with the other for the thing her eyes were locked on.

"Go ahead. Wrap your fingers around my cock," he chuckled above her. "Wrap them around it and stroke it." 

Julie's fingers instinctively tightened around it as she took hold, squeezing it gently. She sighed, hot sparks shooting along her nerves. Her tongue caressed her lips, showing the hunger this awoke.

"What then?" He asked.

"Huh?" She muttered, her mind enthralled by the cock in her grasp and forgetting everything else.

"The restaurant. The men staring at you. Looking up your skirt."

His words brought her mind racing back to the moment. They reminded her of the men's eyes on her, the way they had peeked up her skirt at her exposed sex. She felt her body tingle at the memory, felt her heated blood coursing through her veins.

"You kept my legs open," she repeated. "Made me let them look. Made me show them my pussy."

"And then," he pressed.

She was pulling on his cock, gently tugging it. Within her grasp it had gained rigidity, the flesh tightening. Her eyes were riveted on it, watching her hand milk its base, her fingers squeezing. Again her tongue slithered across her lips. 

"We went to a movie," she whispered. "You took me to a theatre where they show porn and you made me suck your cock. You made me get up in the chair and lean over to suck your cock. And I did. I sucked your cock. I fucked you with my mouth."

"That's right," he agreed happily. "And did you like that."

"You know I like sucking your cock, Frank," she panted.

"Yes, you do like sucking cocks," he chuckled.

She was still not raising her eyes to him, but she guessed that if she had at that moment she would have been met by an accusatory glare, a lingering reminder of the other night's indiscretion. Still, she could not deny his claim; sucking cock did make her wet. And at that moment the memory of how it had felt in the theatre was making her want to slip her lips around him again.

"Yes," she sighed heavily instead.

"Did it make your pussy wet?"

"Yes. It made my pussy wet. It made my pussy get all wet, Frank."

"So what did you do about that? In the theatre?"

"I let you play with my pussy," she confessed. "I spread my legs so you could play with my pussy while I sucked your cock. And that guy saw me. He saw me, Frank. He saw me push my pussy at your fingers. You pulled my skirt up and he saw my wet pussy and my bare ass. Oh my dirty little pussy. It wanted touched. It wanted touched so bad. And he saw me."

The memory of the events in the cinema came flooding back to her, raising her lust higher. Her breathing was shallow, short pants past open lips. Stroking his cock and telling the story had her fires raging, her hunger building. She felt her pussy aching and knew it was getting wetter and wetter. She wanted his cock, wanted to suck it, wanted to feel it slipping along her lips, filling her mouth. Her tongue ran across her lips, caressing the nerves endings and adding more fuel to the fires.

"I sucked your cock. I fucked you with my mouth. With my slut mouth. I fucked your hard cock with my mouth and I let that guy watch me shove my pussy at your fingers. It felt so good. The feel of it, knowing he was back there watching. Knowing he could see my pussy. My slutty pussy, all wet from having your cock in my mouth."

Now she was stroking his cock, pumping it up and down with her hand. The head shined as precum oozed from the slit. Through the tops of her eyes she saw this and she hungrily licked her lips. Her body ached. Her breasts wanted to be touched and, leaning in, she pressed one against his leg, rubbing at her swollen nipple through her blouse.

"Don't stop. Tell me more, slut," he groaned, his voice showing his own excitement.

"I knew he was watching. I knew it and I liked it. It excited me more. It made me wetter thinking about him back there, watching my ass move around. Watching me shove my pussy at your fingers."

She knelt there, her hair draped across his thigh, her tits straining against her blouse, her cleavage raising and falling with her panting. Shifting on her knees she pressed the one breast against his shin, rubbing it back and forth. Electrical sparks radiated out away from her sensitized nipple. Her skirt had worked its way completely up her thighs now, her exposed ass shimmied as she wiggled about. Her sex glistened with the wetness of her new juices, her swollen labia snuggled between the puffy sides.

"Then we went for a ride. And you made me play with myself in the car." She was not sure if he was ready for her to move on, but she was. The memory of the car ride was calling to her, drawing her to it. "I played with my titties. I massaged them and made them feel so good, made my whole body ache so much."

Her body's growing hunger made her forget her previous concern about sharing too much, about him discovering her secret. She was now wholly immersed in the narration, lost in the passion of it.

"And my pussy got so wet, so horny. Riding in the car, playing with my tits, my pussy got so hot and wet, Frank. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to play with my pussy. So I did, I played with my pussy. And you let them see me. You let those men see me playing with my pussy."

Kneeling there, stroking his cock, she imagined what the drivers had seen. She imagined them looking down and seeing her laying back in the car seat, manipulating her tits. She pictured herself fingering her pussy, and using the dildo. She pictured herself in the seat, her legs spread, shoving the toy into her dripping sex. She imagined those drivers watching her do those things. And it made her pussy hunger for attention.

"They saw me Frank. They saw me with my fingers buried in my pussy. My slutty little pussy."

Her grip on his cock tightened, pulling and tugging at his skin as she pumped it and milked it. The head shined. His precum lubed her stroking fingers. Again and again she licked her lips, hungry to taste the substance. Hungry to taste him.

"What'd you do with the dildo?" He asked, "What'd my little slut do with the toy I brought for her?"

"I fucked my pussy with it. I fucked my horny little pussy with the dildo. I fucked my pussy and I came all over it. And you let them watch me. Oh God Frank, you let them watch your slut wife fuck her own pussy."

She panted, her breath heavy as it slipped past her open lips. Her body rocked on her knees as she jerked his cock, pressing her tit against his leg, pressing her nipple harder against him.

"You want to fuck your pussy again? You want to shove this fake cock back inside you and show me what a horny little slut you are?"

His questions surprised her and she reflexively looked up. In his hand he held the toy, teasingly waving it before her. The sight of it made her pussy quiver, made her body tingle. She exhaled, an audible gasp of air.

"Lay back," he told her. "Lay back on the floor and show me how wet your pussy is now. How wet you've gotten stroking my cock and telling me about tonight."

Her body raged with anticipation at having the toy filling her again. She did not want to let go of his cock, nor did she want to pull her tit away from the pressure of his leg, but she did want the dildo. She wanted it in her sex. So, with a whimper, she released his cock and dropped back away from his leg. She maneuvered around to do as he said, laying back on the carpeting, spreading her legs. Her skirt was bunched at her waist and her sex glistened with her newest juices, her labia swollen and puffy.

Frank moved off the bed to kneel at her side. His cock stuck out, pointing across where her blouse strained over her tits, her swollen nipples clearly defined. Her hair was splayed out in a halo and she looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Keep talking. Keep telling me about tonight. About the car and those men. Keep telling me, while you show me."

He handed her the dildo and watched her shift around to guide it to her pussy. With one hand pressing the tip against her opening she reached up with her other to take his cock again. Her fingers tightened around him, tugging hungrily. The feel of it in her grasp and the dildo pressing at her made her moan heatedly.

"They watched me do this," she whimpered, pulling at his cock and pushing the dildo into her sex. "They watched me fuck myself. I was fucking my pussy, Frank. Fucking my pussy with the dildo and they watched me. You let them, Frank. Oh Honey, you let them watch your slut wife fuck herself."

As she tugged on his real cock she pushed the fake one inside her, shoving it in fully and moving it around, pressing at all the hungry nerves wanting touched. So aroused was she that she immediately felt an orgasm being drawn forward, reaching the edge, and preparing to crash through her. Her body quivered with more anticipation.




Consequences Ch. 06



"Oh God Honey," she cried. "They saw me. They saw the slut fucking herself. They saw me fucking myself, Honey."

She pumped the dildo at herself. Her ass started humping off the carpet, pushing her body at it. Again she shoved it completely inside herself and ground it around. Her body jerked, twitched. Her muscles clenched, relaxed. She pushed it in, pulled it out, her actions feeding her raging fires, drawing her orgasm closer.

"They saw me doing this, they saw me fucking myself, Honey. Fucking my dirty little pussy. My slutty pussy. Oh God Frank, you let them watch me. You let them watch your slut wife."

Frank's own orgasm was nearing as well. His cock was growing harder in her hand, stiffening with each stroke. Knowing he was getting ready to cum fanned her own fires more, urged her orgasm forward. Her pussy muscles clenched at the toy as she fucked herself with it. Her juices created the wet fucking sounds again.

"Ohhh yesss," she moaned. "Ohhh yesss, ohhh yesss. I was a slut, Frank. A slut. And they saw me, Frank. They saw me being a slut."

She heard him groan, felt his cock start to twitch. She crammed the dildo into her pussy, shoved it in as far as she could as her ass rose up and shoved her pussy back at it. Her orgasm climbed nearer and nearer to its explosive release.

"Ohhh, they watched me. You let them. You let them watch me, Honey."

His cock twitched again, it jerked in her grasp. From beneath heavy lids she watched it hungrily. She saw it spray, saw it shoot his semen out. Then she felt his warm cum land on her, felt it spray across her blouse and her cleavage. The feel of this, the sensation of it caused her back to arch, lifting her tits to his load. She tugged on him, jerking his cock, physically begging him to spray his cum across her chest. Cramming the fake cock in her pussy she felt her orgasm release.

"Ohhh God yes. God yesss. God yesss."

Her orgasm exploded inside her, shooting along her nerves. Her body shook, her pussy muscles clenched the dildo, grabbing it and holding it stuffed within her. Still her hips rose up, driving her sex back at it. Fireworks and explosions wracked her body and mind. Her head lulled to the side, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth hanging open. Her muscles clenched, her back arched higher so her tits could catch the last of his semen spraying on her.

"Ohhh God yes. Yesss, yesss. God yesss." she moaned again and again.

She ground her jerking hips at her hand and the toy. Her orgasm smashed through her; powerful, forceful. She rubbed the toy around inside her cunt, pressed it against all the aching nerves in there. She pulled on his cock, milking the last of his cum from it.

Moments later her orgasm subsided and she settled back to the carpet. She was spent and tired, her energy gone. She lay there panting, her lip dangling, her eyes barely open. Her flesh and blouse were coated by his drying semen. She maintained her grip on his cock, but it was only because she was tired and did not think to release it. Her spread legs dropped to rest on the floor, her hand laying at her crotch, the dildo slowly slipping from her glistening sex.

"That's a good little whore," he sighed, then pulled away from her.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 06



Author's Note: This is the first time I've done something like this; this particular chapter is actually a double request story, from the original reader who requested this series and a reader who requested an idea/fantasy of theirs be included as one of the chapters in this series. Enjoy! 

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My doubled self was still somewhat avoiding Uncle Max, but that's because I was struggling with myself. Good girl me knew that I needed to stop now, before I got in too deep (as if I wasn't already) and bad girl me wanted to get in much deeper. The way to satisfy both of them seemed to be to get my needs met, but with someone other than Uncle Max. So I called up Kris and apologized profusely. He said he hoped I didn't get into too much trouble. I reassured him, and didn't tell him how Uncle Max punished me of course. We chatted and he asked me if I wanted to go to a party with him next weekend, but I said no. My good girl side was winning out a little bit. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from getting drunk, and after my naughtiness had just been indulged I felt like I couldn't give in again so soon.

As usual my Uncle was acting like nothing had happened between us. Not his dirty words, not his fingers inside of my virgin cooch, or his cum spattering my face while I jerked him off. I, on the other hand, couldn't get the images out of my head every time I looked at him. Just being around him made my nipples hard and my insides tighten.

I started doing my homework in the kitchen again. Mostly because I couldn't stay away from him. I wore my silky pajama pants and the matching tank top, without a bra so that my hard nipples poked through when I saw him. But he didn't do anything other than look at me. Maybe I was being too good. Maybe I should call Kris up and accept his invitation to the party. I didn't though. Maybe to see if my Uncle had as much self control as he seemed to. If I was behaving would he still do things to me? If I wasn't drunk would I participate? 

Questions like those drove me batty and turned me on. 

Friday morning Uncle Max spoke up at breakfast.

"So do you have any plans tonight or tomorrow night?"

"Nope," I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He didn't seem to be paying attention to me and I felt a little flash of hot anger.

"Do you think you could make some?"

"Why?" I asked, a little snottily. "You don't want me around the house?"

"Not really," he said. The casual rejoinder hurt my feelings, I couldn't lie. "I'd like to have someone over."

"Someone?" I asked, before I could control myself. Suspicion and jealousy reared its ugly head, fighting with the part of myself that said it was good if he had a date. If he was getting his kicks somewhere else so that this crazy dance between us could stop. 

"A date," he said, looking up at me finally for the first time. The expression on his face was blank, but his eyes dared me to say something. I pursed my lips, trying to decide whether or not to speak up. If I did then it would be obvious I was jealous. But I might also get punished. I didn't know how he'd punish me though and that made me both anxious and excited. After a few more moments of silence he nodded his head, as if confirming something to himself. "You have until tomorrow night by 8 o'clock to make plans. If you're still here at that time, you might not like what happens."

And then he went back to his breakfast. As if he hadn't just threatened me. 

Throwing a bit of a temper tantrum I stomped over to the sink and dumped my dishes in, making as much noise as possible. Nothing. No response whatsoever. Apparently he wasn't interested in me anymore now that he had a date coming over tomorrow. I quivered with jealousy as he I glared at him. Then I caught the small satisfied smile on his face. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me and he liked it. Covering up my anger I left the kitchen quickly but no longer stomping in a fit of jealousy. 

This was good, I tried to tell myself. This was the first step to getting away from him. That's what the good side of me was saying. The naughty girl in me was cackling gleefully, already thinking about what he might do if I was still in the house at 8pm tomorrow night. Maybe this was a test. Maybe he didn't really have a date, he just wanted an excuse to do more things to my pliable young body. When he left for work I immediately went into his room, lay down on his bed and masturbated with my head on his pillow. It was the first time I had done that in his room and it was glorious.

The entire next day I wrestled with myself. To call Kris and go to the party, or to stay here and see what my Uncle had in store for me? If I stayed here then that made me an active participant in whatever happened. I would be making a choice instead of being caught unawares. But I was dying to know whether or not he really had a date. Even more, I wanted to know what he would do to me. 

At 8pm, I found myself still at the house, sitting in the living room and nervously waiting for my Uncle to find me there. More than once I thought about fleeing as the minutes ticked by. There was still time. I could get out now. My own perverse desires held me in place as confidence started to bubble up in me. Obviously he was all talk and no show, because I knew he was rigid about anything to do with timing or being late. And yet he was still upstairs moving around in his bedroom. This was getting boring.

I was just about to get up and leave, convinced that he'd bluffed, when at 8:10 he came down the stairs. I froze as his dark gaze found me on the couch and he stopped. 

"Come up to my room," he said and then turned and walked back up the stairs. I fidgeted for a moment and then follow him, the good girl part of me screaming to run. Not only had I stayed in the house, having gotten my warning, but now I was walking into whatever he had planned for me. Why? Why was I doing this? Partly curiosity. Partly the wild side of me urging me on. And partly because I was horny as all get out for my own Uncle. Remembering the woman he'd had over, I figured I was lucky that he wasn't making me crawl.

When I got to the door of his room I stared. The sheets on the bed had been stripped back and there were leather cuffs on chains laying on the bed, attached at the other end of the chains to each of the four posts. Sex toys decorated his dresser, vibrators, dildos, whips and other things that I didn't have a name for. To the left of the bed was a chair, seated facing the bed, only a few feet away.

He'd set this all up for me?

Uncle Max was standing by the bed, not far from the chair. "Come here and bend over," he ordered, pointing to the bed. His tone brooked no argument, but it's not like he was forcing me either. Part of me wished he was forcing me. It would make it so much easier. Make me so much less culpable. My desire was palpable in that den of iniquity. Slowly I walked over to the bed and bent over, placing my upper body and arms down on the mattress. Flipping up my skirt he snorted.

"No panties. You slut." He spanked my ass, firmly but not harshly and I moaned, which only made him spank me again. "Soaking wet too."

I blushed. It was true. I was incredibly turned on, especially seeing all the implements of sexual torture around me. Nothing in my life had prepared me for anything like this and I wanted it so bad. My cheeks burned where he'd spanked me and I moved my hips up and down, asking for more. I could hear movement behind me, over by his dresser and I rubbed my front against the mattress, feeling my nipples pressing into the firm surface and arousing me even more. 

"Hold still," he said. Something cold and slick pressed against my anus and I yelped, trying to stand up. Immediately Uncle Max's hand was gripping the back of my neck and he forced me back down, holding me in place. "HOLD STILL." I froze. "This will go easier on you if you don't move."

Something pushed at my backdoor, opening me up and I shivered. As my tiny hole stretched open I started panting a little. It burned in a slightly painful, slightly erotic way. Then there was a sharp flash of pain and it was over. Whatever had been stretching me open was inside me, for the most part. I clenched my hole and felt it jostle around. My anus was tightly grasping part of the toy, but it was bigger on either side than the part that I was gripping so it wasn't going anywhere unless I really pushed. Which, remembering how uncomfortable it had been going in, I wasn't going to do. 

"Stand up." Uncle Max's voice was cool, as indifferent as it had been before. I looked at him as I stood. He looked back at me, hunger and anger in his eyes. "Strip."

For a moment I hesitated and he reached out and pinched my nipple, hard, making me yelp again. 

"I said strip."

The culpability was definitely mine. Something deep inside of me responded to his orders, to the throbbing of my poor nipple. I wanted this. Even sober. That wild child inside of me was reveling in the perversity of this situation, in the submission to my Uncle's demands. My loss of self control. Even at this point, I could run. I could say no. I could leave.

Instead I stripped. 

Uncle Max pointed to the chair and I sat down. He tied my wrists to each of the back legs and then secured my upper arms to each other, a line of rope going around the back of the chair. Then he pulled my naked hips forward until my ass was just at the edge of the chair and he tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair. Wrapping rope around my right thigh, he looped it under the chair and then attached it to the my other thigh. Pulling on one end he spread my thighs wide, my pussy now open and on display almost directly in front of his face. Ignoring my tempting wet lips, he secured the rope so that I wouldn't be able to scoot back or close my legs. 

Only then did he bring out the gag. It was in the shape of a penis about three inches long. 

"Since you want a cock so badly, open up," he said, his eyes glinting with lust. I opened my lips, trying to give him a seductive look as I did so. He pressed the gag into my mouth, it lay heavy on my tongue, and strapped it around my head. Then he stood in front of me and started playing with my breasts, at the perfect height for me to see the bulge in my pants. "You know how I know you're really a slut, Jenny? You could have left any time tonight. I gave you ten extra minutes to get out of the house. But you stayed. You came up here on your own two feet. You bent over and let me put a plug in your ass. And then you let me tie you up to this chair with that pretty pussy of yours on display. I gave you every chance in the book and you didn't take it. That's what makes you my dirty little slut niece."

The words made me shiver and turned me on. He was calling me out on every decision that I'd made in the past fifteen minutes. Making me face the truth, even though it was nothing I didn't already know, somehow it seemed worse when it was said out loud.  

"Now your choices are gone. You can't move. You can't talk. And you're getting wetter by the second. Because you love this." His fingers pinched my nipples, hard, and I cried out behind the gag. It hurt. It burned. It got me wet. 

Then the doorbell rang. 

"Ah," he said, sounding incredibly satisfied. "My date is here. Don't move."

He chuckled at his own little joke as I sat there infuriated. His date?! I thought this was all for me! With him out of the room my brain finally caught up with my libido. I wasn't going to be fucking my Uncle tonight. Someone else was. And I was going to have to watch. I moaned behind the gag. That's what this set up was for. Somehow he knew, or at least prepared for the possibility, that I wouldn't leave. And he'd prepared for that, like a kinky, deranged Boy Scout.

When the woman crawled into the room, butt naked except for her heels, I screamed through the gag, my distorted expression furious. She looked up at me in surprise. 

"Ignore her," Uncle Max said firmly as he stepped into the room behind her. Fully clothed. "She's being punished."

Immediately the woman looked away from me and I glared at my Uncle. He just smirked at me. The next few hours were pure torture as I watched her suck him off and then he cuffed her spread eagle to the bed and used his mouth to bring her to not one but TWO screaming orgasms in a row. Then he released her from the cuffs, turned her over with a small pile of pillows under her hips, re-cuffed her and spanked her ass with his hand and then a whip that turned her creamy globes and thighs pink. Just watching was both terrifying and arousing. My pussy was dripping cream by the time he knelt between her thighs and starting slamming into her from behind, his fingers digging into her probably very sore buttocks.

I moaned, watching my Uncle fuck her doggy style, although my muffled sounds were completely obscured by her cries of pleasure and pain as he plowed into her. This was better than any sex education class I could have ever taken and also one of the worst experiences I'd been through with my Uncle yet. There was no way I could pretend I wasn't turned on, my pussy was leaking juices down my crack and onto the chair, probably pooling underneath me and my nipples were like diamond points sticking out on my chest. I also couldn't deny to myself that I was jealous. I wanted to be the one my belly with my Uncle fucking me from behind. 

Especially when she started screaming her orgasm. He rode her through the entire, wailing, writhing thing while I trembled in my chair and tugged at my bonds. I was on fire to touch my pussy, to be able to rub my legs together, create some friction, do something to help out my needy cunt. But he'd tied me too well. I'd started sucking rhythmically on my penis gag, the only kind of sexual satisfaction I could get on my own.

When he pulled out of her pussy he looked over and stared at me as he shifted his cock higher and then began to sink into her ass. I was horrified. I was still jealous. I was burning up with hungry, lustful need. The noises she made changed to grunts as he worked his way in and out of her tighter hole. Was this why he had put the plug in my butt? Did he want to do this to me? 

I shifted around on my chair, feeling it jostle inside of me. I'd finally gotten used to the sensation of being filled, but I was pretty sure my Uncle's dick was a lot bigger than what was in it right now. 

He rode her ass just as hard as he had her pussy, hands on her hips and pulling her backwards as he drove forward into her anus. She whimpered and moaned but didn't protest. And, to my shock, eventually she came again. How was that even freaking possible? I was in awe at my Uncle's sexual skills. It just made me want him even more. 

The good girl inside of me had gone into hiding at some point during all of these proceedings, leaving me a lustful, quivering, perverted mess who wanted to fuck her Uncle and didn't need to be drunk to know it. 

Finally she left, looking satiated and messy, and Uncle Max walked out of the bedroom with her. I tried to scream at him again as they left the room but neither of them even glanced my way. It seemed like an eternity before he came back. 

When he did he was still naked although I could tell that his dick had been washed off because it was all shiny and new looking. Was he going to fuck me now? God I hoped so. He walked over and stood in front of my chair as I looked up at him with pleading eyes, arching my back as much as I could in my bound position to thrust my breasts out at him, hoping to tempt him. Instead he laughed at me and I slumped in humiliation. 

"You're such a delicious slut, Jenny," he said. I perked up a little. Delicious was good right? "You're fucking soaking from watching your Uncle fuck another woman."

He reached out and started to fondle my breasts and I moaned, it felt so good to finally be touched. Watching my face closely he pinched my nipples, slowly increasing the pressure until it was somewhat painful. I shrieked and tried to move, but I was bound too tight. The pain and my helplessness just turned me on even more.

I also finally realized why my good girl side had gone into hiding. While I'd put myself in this situation, I was now tied up and completely out of control. It was even better than being drunk. The bondage and gag gave me a freedom to just feel, to desire, without that little voice in my head telling me everything that was wrong with this picture. 

When Uncle Max released my nipples I was panting and the little aching buds were throbbing. I looked down and saw that they'd turned bright red with his rough treatment. Sudden movement made me jerk back as he sat down in front of me, his hands sliding under my thighs and pulling my pussy all the way forward, as close to him as the very little slack in the ropes would allow. 

He touched the base of the plug in my ass and I jumped as it began to vibrate inside me, awakening a bundle of sensitive nerves that I hadn't known existed. I moaned, my back arching as the new sensations buzzed through me. Something soft touched my pussy and I jerked. Looking down I could see that it was my Uncle's tongue, sliding up and down the center of my sopping slit. He was eating me out! I was so turned on that it was probably less than a minute before I was cumming as he licked me with long, slow, firm strokes. I cried out with pleasure, my body bowing as I orgasmed. 

But Uncle Max didn't stop. He just kept licking and I quivered as he turned up the vibrations rippling through my anus. My asshole clenched down on the toy, increasing the pleasure as his tongue wriggled around in my sweet slit. I could feel the pleasure building inside me again, a deep, wrenching sensation in my gut. I had never cum again so quickly. I sucked hard on the penis gag in my mouth, drooling a little around the sides of it and not caring. 

When Uncle Max sucked my little clitty into his mouth and gently bit down I lost it again, screaming as a second, more powerful orgasm overtook my body. He sucked hard on my sensitive bud, lashing it with his tongue and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through me, rocking outwards from my center and giving me the most intense orgasm of my life. 

I sobbed with the intensity of it, the abject pleasure of being subjugated by my Uncle, helpless and controlled. 

Standing up as I moaned and slumped in the chair, Uncle Max fisted his dick which was hard again. 

"Do you want this?" he asked, looking deeply into my eyes. I didn't bother lying. I nodded my head. 

Undoing the gag, he pulled it out of my mouth and didn't give me a chance to say anything before pressing his cock to my lips. I bent forward as I opened my mouth and slid it over his rigid shaft. My body was still throbbing with the impact of my release. The good girl inside of me stirred a little, horrified at what I was willingly doing, but I didn't care anymore. It was too hot as my Uncle straddled my lap, my head bobbing up and down on his dick.

His cock was thick and meaty inside my mouth, and I rubbed my tongue against the underside, sucking him more eagerly than I ever had either of the two guys that I'd previously given head. Uncle Max ran his fingers through my hair, digging them into the back of my scalp as his hips thrust forward, making me gag a little as his dick hit the back of my throat. I found myself frantic to get all of him inside of me, wanting to touch my lips to his body. Beneath me the vibrator in my ass kept buzzing, keeping me aroused even though I'd just had two orgasms. 

"Fuck you've got a hot little mouth," he said, grunting as he fucked it, moving his hips back and forth faster and faster. I moaned around the pumping meat, sucking for all I was worth. With a triumphant cry he shoved in hard, burying himself in my mouth, and I immediately swallowed - which was good because that meant I didn't gag as the head of his cock lodged itself in my throat and began spurting cream down into my stomach. 




Consequences Ch. 06



Uncle Max's hands held me in place as he groaned, emptying his cum into my belly, my throat squeezing around him as I tried not to struggle. When he released me I was gasping for breath. 

"Good girl," he said. And then he moved back off of my lap and got down in front of me again. My moan was loud, no longer muffled, as he pressed two fingers into my greedy hole, pumping them back and forth. I tilted my hips forward as much as I could, providing him more access as he finger fucked my pussy. Then he started licking around my clit, teasing the little bud, and all of my muscles in the lower half of my body tightened in reaction. 

I let my head fall back, still tasting his dick and the slight hint of spunk as I shuddered and moaned fitfully. The buzzing in my ass intensified yet again, an incredible hum of pleasure, and I cried out with reaction, my holes clenching. As my pussy spasmed around his fingers, Uncle Max curved them to hit my sweet spot, sending a rippling of electricity through me. 

"Oh please," I said, not sure whether I was begging him to stop or continue. Part of me felt like I couldn't possibly take another orgasm, another part of me felt like I might die if he stopped. 

In response, I felt him suck my clit back into his mouth, pulling on the throbbing bud hard as his fingers stroked my insides, rubbing against my g-spot. I screamed, loud and long as the rapture crashed over me, my legs kicking in their bondage. I tried to close my thighs against the intense sensations, unable to bear the ecstasy as it bordered on painful over stimulation, but the ropes held me secure and at my Uncle's mercy, forcing me to take everything that he was giving me. 

Stars exploded in front of me as I sobbed with the extreme pleasure, my muscles becoming loose and watery as he wrung the last shudders of my culmination from my overextended body. I was unused to this kind of sexual feast, I couldn't handle it. 

I was barely aware of him turning off the plug and removing it from my ass. The ropes fell away from my body as I continued to sit there, slumped. A warm, damp clothe rubbed the tender folds of my pussy, making me whimper in my hazy state. Through half lidded eyes I could see my Uncle moving around.

Strong arms picked me up and carried me like I was nothing, out of his room and into mine, before tucking me into bed. I passed out almost immediately. 



Consequences Ch. 07



Frank sat in the living room oblivious to the TV in front of him. It was the night following his and Julie's exhibitionism and he was lost in a world of memories. He was really pleased with how the night had turned out. Julie had definitely surprised him. She had proven to be quite the exhibitionist, becoming much more aroused than he would have ever imagined. It showed promise for after he was done extracting his concessions, especially the part in the restaurant. He was willing to bet he could get her to do that sort of thing even without the present demands and planned to find more skimpy outfits for her.

His revelry was interrupted by the opening front door. Glancing over he saw Cindy returning from her date, dressed in a skimpy skirt and blouse outfit all her own.

"Hey Sweetie," he greeted her, his eyes crawling over her body.

"Hi Dad. Where's Mom?"

"In bed, for a couple hours now."

"Oh yea?" She chirped with a secretive tone. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna grab a shower. You gonna be up for a bit?"

"Yea," he answered, his mind racing with ideas regarding her tone. 

"Okay, see you in a few," she sang as she disappeared down the hall.

A couple minutes later he heard her shower going. Settling back into the chair he imagined her under the water. He pictured her lithe body under the hot spray, her skin shimmering wet, surrounded by steam. He pictured her delicate curves, her pert young breasts jutting foreword as she leaned back, washing the conditioner from her hair, the tresses flattened down her back. He imagined her caressing herself with the soapy washcloth, the suds coating her skin, the hot water rinsing them away.

These imaginings easily flowed to remembering their one time together, just nights before. He remembered how sweet her pussy had tasted, and how tight her virgin ass had been. Also the sound of her whimpering and her words that had turned him on like he never would have imagined.

He was so lost in these memories that it took him a moment to realize the new sound he was hearing was not another TV, but instead was Cindy calling for him. Muting the TV he headed down her hall, hoping against hope that she was summoning him to another rendezvous.

He found her standing next to her bed, wearing nothing but a towel and a demur expression on her downcast face. The hooked towel ran across her breasts, just above her nipples, and pushed the two mounds together. It also hung to just below the point where her legs met, teasing him with the chance of seeing her sex, without actually providing the sight. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her demur expression was enhanced by the way she stood with her hands clasped coyly in front of her.

"What's up, Baby?" He asked, his arousal being stirred.

"I've been a bad girl, Daddy," she almost whispered in a shy little tone, looking through her bangs and the tops of her upturned eyes. "I sucked a boy's cock tonight. I sucked his cock, Daddy, and I let him cum in my mouth. I'm such a naughty girl, Daddy."

Frank felt his own cock throb as blood pulsing to it. He pictured her, dressed in the outfit she had been wearing, bent over in the front seat of her boyfriend's car. He thought about her delicate lips wrapped tightly around the kid's hard cock, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his fleshy pole.

"I was bad, and I need to be punished, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes glancing down at his crotch.

"Yes, I believe you do," he tried growling as he took a step forward and slowly swung her door shut.

"Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?" She asked, her eyes rising back up.

It took Frank a second to compose himself. He had not realized where this was headed so her question caught him off guard. But as her words sunk in, and he understood her intention, he quickly embraced it. His daughter wanted him to spank her. She wanted him to pull her across his lap and smack her beautiful ass. Although he had never thought about doing this, the idea excited him now that it being presented.

"You have been a bad girl. And, yes, you are going to be spanked. Come here," he demanded, stepping past her to sit on her bed and pulling her to him by the arm.

"Please don't, Daddy," she weakly struggled against him, like a child that knows they deserve their coming punishment, but still tries to avoid it. "Please don't. I'll be good, I promise."

Her plea raised his blood and his hunger, causing him to grow rougher in his handling of her. Bending her over, he pulled her across his lap, her body spanning the gap between his legs. This smashed her breasts against the one while poising her ass in the air over the other, her legs spread slightly. The towel slid up her back a few inches, exposing her firm, smooth ass cheeks. He stared at them, his eyes devouring them, his cock throbbing in his sweatpants. He wanted to cover one with his hand, squeeze and massage it. Instead he raised the hand and brought it down on the tempting orbs. He felt her flesh vibrate under the strike, saw her jump slightly.

"Ouch," she cried.

The pain in her voice made him worry that he was doing it wrong, smacking her too hard. He did not want to hurt her, and possibly ruin it, so he lightened his assault a little with his next smack.

"Ouch," she repeated, but with less pain and more tease in her voice.

Frank took this to indicate the force of it was more to her liking. Keeping it uniform he spanked her a few more times. He watched her bottom hop with each contact, watched her skin steadily redden with each smack. He took in the feel and the sight of his palm connecting with her beautiful orbs. He listened to her yelps, hearing their tone change, hearing each one grow more husky. After every slap his hand rested on her ass for a few seconds, reveling in the feel of her heated flesh under it. A few more smacks into it he paused, his hand lingering, gently stroking. Beneath his touch she wiggled, her body squirming slightly.

"Did you let him touch you?" He asked, his voice gruff.

"Only though my clothes, Daddy," she whimpered.

He raised his hand again, smacking it down on her glowing cheek with a little more force. He watched her body jump, watched her ass hop under the contact. Once more his hand rested, his fingers caressing her flesh.

"Did you let him play with your titties?"

"Yes. I could feel his hand on them through my blouse."

His hand came down again, once more with some added force. He heard her whimper, watched her ass cheek quiver, and the red glow of her skin brighten.

"Did you let him touch your pussy?"

"Only through my panties, Daddy."

This time, as his hand came down he saw her lift her ass to meet it. And when the two connected he saw her knees buckle slightly.

"I let him pet me through my panties," she added freely.

He spanked her again. Her face was to the floor, her ponytail hanging down along the side of her neck.

"I let him reach up my skirt."

His hand smacked her cheek.

"I let him rub me . . ."

Smack. Each time, he saw her rise up, offering her glowing cheeks to his descending hand, and each time he noticed her knees buckle just a little.

". . . through my panties." She was lost in her confession, moaning out her sins in a weak, panting voice, her breathing shallow. "Ohhh, Daddy. I'm such a bad girl, Daddy. Such a naughty girl."

He slapped her more, seeing the redness grow brighter. She was holding onto his leg, leaning against it heavily, trying to steady herself.

"I sucked his cock like a naughty girl."

Smack. Her entire body seemed to shift upon his legs as she struggled to remain in place. Her breasts were pressing harder against his leg.

"I let him fuck my mouth."

Slap. Her legs were slowly opening. At each connection her knees buckled and she had to resituate herself. And each time she did, her feet were set slightly further apart.

"Ohhh yesss, Daddy, spank me. I'm such a bad girl. Such a naughty girl."

Smack. Now she lifted herself up on her toes, raising her ass and shifting it forward. In this position her spread legs offered him the chance at seeing her sex she had been teasing him with. Leaning slightly sideways, feeling like a pervert, he peeked between his eighteen-year-old daughter's legs. The sight that met his eyes drew a quiet groan from him as more blood pulsed into his hardening cock. Her pussy was wet and hungry, glistening with her juices. Part of her inner thighs also shined with the wetness. Her lips were swollen, protruding. Between them her gaping hole was clearly visible. He became lost in the vision of it. His hand rested on her ass, his fingers scratching lightly. 

"Ohhh, spank my ass, Daddy. Spank me, Daddy. Spank me."

Her whimpers snapped him out of his revelry, reminding him of where he was and what was going on. His hunger growling, he smacked her ass again. And again. He watched her flesh quiver from the impacts, watched it turn redder.

"Ohhh-ugghhh," she moaned loudly. "Spank me, Daddy. Spank me. Spank me. Ohhh yesss, Daddy. Spank me."

She humped her ass into the air to meet his palm each time. He marveled at the sight of it, at watching her lift herself up to the raining smacks. As it was lifted, her ass shifted in tiny increments to one side or the other, forward or back, so that his hand would land on a different spot every time. 

"Ohhh Daddy. Spank me. Spank me, Daddy. Spank my ass."

His hand landed on the bottom curves of her cheeks. Her flesh vibrated. Her whimpers grew hungrier, declaring her growing excitement. Her ass started to jerk and hop awkwardly under the repeated assaults. These things pushed his own lust to new rampaging heights.

"Ohhh yesss, Daddy. Ohhh yesss."

His cock jerked inside his sweatpants. Having grown, it now throbbed against her body. Whimpering, she shifted her torso a little and rubbed herself against it. This contact made it throb more. He smacked her ass again, watched her red flesh shudder, her body quiver. She shifted more, pressing her body at his throbbing cock.

"Let me suck your cock, Daddy. Let me suck your cock," she moaned her face still turned to the floor.

He envisioned her bent over in the car, pumping her mouth on a cock. Only now it was his cock her lips were wrapped around, her mouth sucking on it greedily. He sat there, his hand covering her shifting, wiggling ass, her reddened flesh peeking out from between his scratching fingers. She had lifted herself higher on her toes and now he could easily see part of her wet pussy and swollen labia. His eyes lingered on this engorged vision while his cock throbbed and Cindy pushed her body down at it.

"Let me be your naughty girl, Daddy. Let me suck your cock," she mewed.

Without another thought he grabbed her sides and quickly lifted her from his lap. He spun her to face him, drawing her down to her knees. She allowed him to manipulate her, allowed him to maneuver her into position between his legs. The movements undid her towel and as she settled to her knees it fell into a pile at her side. She knelt before him on spread legs, her pert breasts topped by swollen nipples. She stared at his crotch, her tongue licking her lips.

Frank lifted up off the bed and yanked his sweats down, freeing his member.

Cindy barely waited for him to be sitting again before she leaned forward and reached up to him. Laying one hand on his thigh, she wrapped the fingers of the other one around his cock. She stared up at him through the tops of her eyes as she leaned in, lowering her lips to him. Maintaining the eye contact she ran her tongue down along his shaft, then back up. She swirled her tongue over the head, licking away the precum shining there. Slipping her tongue back down the side she licked his cock again and again. Her hand snuggly held his shaft, her fingers tugging at the base. After a few moments she swirled her tongue around the head once more, then placed her closed lips against the tip. Applying pressure she slowly pushed down onto him, gradually parting her lips as she did, taking him into her mouth centimeter by centimeter.

"Oh yes, Sweetie," Frank sighed, watching his cock disappear between his daughter's lips.

When she had a few inches in her warm, wet embrace she stopped. Her tongue rolled over it. Then she pulled back, extracting all except the head of him before sliding her lips back down at that same, gradual pace. Keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft she pushed and pulled them over it, her pace barely increasing. Her fingers squeezed the base, tugging at it gently. Her mouth's slow, rhythmic fucking and her undemanding grip showed that she was enjoying the act and was in no hurry for it to end. 

"Yes, suck your Daddy's cock, Sweetie," Frank rested his hands on the bed's edge. "Show Daddy what a naughty girl you are."

Looking down he watched her slide his cock in and out of her mouth, watched her lips pushing another inch further down his rigid shaft.

"Yes, suck your Daddy's cock, Baby. Suck it."

She drew her tongue across his flesh. Her upraised gaze was filled with passion. 

"Mmmm," she whimpered around his shaft, her eyes nearly closing, her lips crawling down another centimeter

As she pumped her mouth on his cock she continued to stare up at him through the tops of her eyes. Her rocking body swayed with her actions. Her young breasts rolled upon her chest, her hard nipples red and swollen.

"Oh yes, Baby, suck your Daddy's cock. Suck it. Suck Daddy's cock."

Her lips crawled up and down, her mouth fucking his cock. The hand on his thigh fell away to reach down between her own spread legs. Finding her swollen clit she rubbed it.

"Mmmm, mmmm" she moaned loudly.

Suddenly her eyes clamped shut and her entire body tensed up. As her muscles clenched she latched onto his cock, her lips tightly locked in one place, her mouth sucking deeply. Her hips jerked as her fingers pressed and rubbed at her clit, an orgasm exploding through her. Her tits jumped and rolled, her body convulsing.

"Mmmm, mmmm" she again moaned out.

Frank watched her body being rocked by the climatic explosion. He saw a couple tears squeeze from the corner of her eyes. He stared at where his hard cock disappeared past her lips and raised his hips slightly, pushing his crotch at her face without any insistence.

"Mmmm, mmmm" she rewarded his actions with her moan.

Her body tensed and relaxed several times while she played with her clit and the orgasm rolled through her. But then it did begin to fade and she returned to fucking him with her mouth. Now her tongue swirled faster, her mouth sucking harder. She tugged at him, pulled at his cock with little jerking actions. She milked him while whimpering around the shaft her lips were sliding back and forth along.

"God yes, Baby, suck Daddy's cock. Suck your Daddy's cock."

Her fingers slipped between her pussy lips, into her wetness in search of her opening. Locating it, one digit pressed into her, rubbing at the walls of her entrance.

"Mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered.

Now the pace of her mouth-fucking increased, her body rocking back and forth faster as well. Up and down his cock her lips slid as she pumped her mouth on him. Her tongue swirled over his skin, lapped at his precum.

"Suck it, Baby. Suck Daddy's cock."

Keeping her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his rigid cock she pulled her lips off him and leaned back. From beneath hooded lids her eyes gazed up. Her breathing was shallow, short pants slipping past a bottom lip that hung open. Her tits rose and fell with this heavy breathing. Her hand between her legs cupped her soaked pussy, the tip of her finger disappearing into her entrance, her hips rolling slightly. Wet sounds came from there, her body wanting more of the digit inside her.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Daddy?" She whispered. "Do you wanna stick your cock in my pussy?"

Although he wanted to watch her finger herself for a few minutes, her display was too much for Frank's raging lust. Reaching out he grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. As her hands were pulled from her pussy and his cock Cindy quickly climbed onto the bed where she got on her hands and knees, her ass rolling a top the shifting mattress. 

"Are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

Her ass, still red from the spanking, stuck back at him. Between her spread legs her sex was exposed, her puffy labia shining with her wetness.

"Oh yes, Sweetie," Frank smiled down at her as he pulled his sweats off. "Daddy is going to fuck you. Daddy's going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."

Joining her on the bed he managed to stop himself from just plowing his aching cock into her. Instead he situated himself beside her hip. Reaching out he caressed her ass. As he did he felt the heat from the redness on his palm. Sliding his hand down he traced a line along the back of her thigh then slipped it in between her legs, to her inner thigh. There he played in her wetness that had ran down her flesh and he felt the heat from her sex radiating out. As he drew his fingers back and forth over her flesh, delicately tracing lines on her inner thighs, he reached out with his other hand and cupped her swaying breast, his palm flattening her hard nipple.

"Ohhh," she mewed, her body quivering.

Her head dropped forward, her eyes closing. He brought his hand out from tickling her thigh to lightly caress her glowing ass cheeks for a minute, then dipped it back down between her legs again.

Under these attentions Cindy rocked on her hands and knees. She arched her back, pressed her tit into his hand. She pushed back when his hand slipped between her legs, her body trying to make him touch her pussy.

"Ohhh Daddy, I'm so horny. So horny, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me."

The sight of her contorting body, the plea in her voice, and the need in her words were too much for him to ignore any longer. Moving behind her he gripped his rigid cock, rubbing the head of it in her pussy, sliding it along her slit. When he pressed it at her opening the head easily slipped inside her. But by keeping his hold on his cock, and using his free hand on her hip to keep her from pushing back, he stopped any more from entering her. Her body shuddered before him, tried pushing back onto him, tried shoving herself onto his cock.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she whimpered hungrily. "Do it. Do it, Daddy. Put your cock in me. Put your cock in my pussy."

Her writhing ass made her body sway, her head lulling with it as she panted. Letting go of his cock he grabbed her other hip. His two hands held her firmly in place, kept her from shoving her pussy back along his cock. He watched her hungry gyrations, listened to her needy whimperings a moment longer, then gave her what she wanted.

Slowly he pushed his hips forward, gradually sliding part of his cock into her. Her back froze as he penetrated her. Her ass wiggled as he fed her inch after inch of his hard shaft. He felt her sex envelope him, felt its tight grasp clamping around him. Looking down he watched his cock gradually disappear into his beautiful daughter. That was when his lust overpowered his self-control. His hips drove forward, cramming the last inches of his cock into her. His crotch slammed into her ass and he ground himself against her.

"Ohhh-ugghhh," she moaned out. "Yes. Yes. Ohhh yesss, Daddy."

Pressing himself into her he felt her wetness coat him, felt her pussy clutching his shaft. Grinding against her he stared down at her red ass grinding back.

"Ohhh yesss, Daddy. Yes. Ohhh God yesss. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Daddy. It feels so good."

Frank backed up, pulling most of his cock from her. When just the head remained, he shoved his hips forward again, driving his cock deep into her pussy. He watched it disappear between her legs, watched his daughter's glowing ass cheeks roll under the lustful assault.




Consequences Ch. 07



Author's Note: This is another double request. Enjoy! 

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It was becoming almost a routine now, having some kind of intense sexual interlude with my Uncle Max and then avoiding him afterwards. I can't really be blamed for avoiding him this time though. I was much more ashamed than usual; I'd stuck around the house, completely sober, in the hopes of having sex with my Uncle. Instead I'd been tied to a chair and watched while he spanked another woman and then rode her to screaming orgasm, before finishing in her ass... and then I'd sucked him off and he'd eaten me out to my own screaming orgasm. A girl needs some time to deal with that kind of stuff, especially when she's spent her entire life being good like me. 

Visiting Grandma that week was especially rough. She wasn't getting any worse, but she wasn't getting any better either, so I knew that she wasn't going to be coming back to the house anytime soon to force me back into my normal role of being the perfect granddaughter. My Uncle Max spent some time on the phone with his own daughter, and I'd talked to her a bit too, reminding me of our age differences and the fact that hellooooooooooooooooo my desires are incredibly perverted. I hung out with Dana. I chatted on the phone with Kris and we even went out to dinner although nothing happened, and I told him that I had to be home earlier than I really did in order to avoid spending too much time with him. Kris was nice but he didn't turn me on the way Uncle Max did.

I'd like to say that I was perfectly behaved during this time, but it wasn't true. I was avoiding my Uncle, sure, but that didn't mean I was successfully avoiding my desires. When he was in the shower I would wait just inside the door to my bedroom, peeking through the crack for when he'd walk down the hallway in nothing but a towel. I fantasized about him constantly. When it became too much, I'd go into his bedroom while he wasn't home and masturbate on his bed. While I couldn't duplicate the intense ecstasy that he'd brought to me, my orgasms were always better when I was on his bed, surrounded by his masculine sent and pretending that he was pile driving into my virginal pussy. A pussy that was slightly less virginal now that he'd had his fingers and tongue in it. 

For two and a half weeks I got away with it. My good girl side was happy because I wasn't doing anything to provoke my Uncle. My bad girl side was happy because I was in his bed, being naughty. Life was good. It seemed like everything was finally going my way. I could indulge this new, wild child that I'd discovered while still fulfilling my need to be good. 

But good things never last. 

One day Uncle Max came home. And because my luck is the way it is, I was too busy masturbating on his bed to hear the door open and close downstairs, or the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. Naked and moaning, with my fingers buried in my pussy, I was completely unaware of my surroundings until hands clamped down on my wrists, pulling them from my pussy. Something metal and hard clicked and I found my arms being forced above my head as my eyes flew open.

"Uncle Max!" 

Not like it would be anyone else, but I was lost somewhere between pleasure town and the perverted house of horrors, half wondering if this was just a particularly vivid fantasy that my subconscious had sprung on me. Uncle Max didn't respond, his eyes were lit with fury and his lips were tightly drawn. I'm ashamed to say that it took him less than a minute to get me secured and subdued with my hands above my head, chain of the cuffs looped around one of the rails in the headboard, and some kind of pole that he attached with cuffs around my thighs to my knees. The ends up the pole were tied quickly to the headboard as well, keeping my body bent almost double. My creamy pussy was completely vulnerable even before he did something to elongate the pole, wrenching it apart and forcing my knees open. 

The entire time I begged, pleading for forgiveness and promising good behavior. Considering my track record with him, I can't entire blame him for ignoring me. But he didn't gag me either. I think he was getting off on hearing me beg for him. As he reached under the bed for something else I recklessly promised to do 'anything' for him if he'd just let me go this one time. 

Uncle Max laughed, the first noise he'd made since entering the room. "If you hadn't noticed, sweet slutty niece, I can already have anything I want from you. I wouldn't even need to tie you up to do it. This isn't about me right now, it's about you being punished for your indiscretions. You're a horny little slut and I'm going to give you what you need so that you will stay the fuck out of my room unless you've been invited in."

I couldn't help it. The word 'punishment' just made me even wetter. I had no idea what my Uncle had in store for me. 

He lay down what looked like a personal massager attached to a long pole next to me and then went to his desk of drawers, ignoring my pleas which had started right back up again. Still ignoring me, he climbed onto the bed beside me and leaned over, sucking my hard little pebble of a nipple into his mouth. Immediately I stopped pleading and started moaning. Uncle Max was right, I was a horny slut, and the more he touched me, the hornier I got. This was so much better than any of my fantasies about him. 

At least, it was right up until he attached something to my nipple, something that pinched it hard. I squealed and jerked, trying to shake it off, but as my boob bounced around I realized that just made it hurt worse, so I stopped. By this time my Uncle had walked around to the other side of the bed and was leaning over to suck on my other nipple. I stared down in horror at the pincher thing clamped around my sensitive bud, keeping it hard and throbbing on my chest. It hurt, but the pulses of pain seemed to be lining up with the clenching of my hungry pussy. Was I enjoying this too? Maybe I was even more of a perverted slut than I realized. I shrieked and pleaded with my Uncle, to no avail, as he attached a clamp to my other nipple as well.

On the bright side I was symmetrical with the exquisite pain now. And I realized that I was more turned on than ever as he slid a plastic toy shaped like a penis into my eager cunt. There was no need for any thrusting or extra lubrication, I was so tight that the thing slid right in, filling me up wonderfully. It was my first experience with anything resembling a cock inside of me and I was already loving the sensation. Then Uncle Max lubed up a plug, which I protested out of form more than real indignation. As soon as he had it lodged in my tight little ass he flicked on the vibrations in it. My pussy clenched around the silent rubber as my ass hummed and buzzed. I started moaning and gyrating my hips up and down as much as I could in my position - which was not a lot. 

Uncle Max smirked at me as he took the massager to the end of the bed and attached the pole to the foot, adjusting it so that the round head of the thing pressing against my engorged clit. I rubbed my hips up and down against it like a horny dog, not caring that my Uncle was seeing my lewd behavior. I was too horny and excited to dredge up anymore reluctance. The rubbing to me so close to climax, I had closed my eyes in anticipation of the event, so I didn't see my Uncle press the on button.

Vibrations pulsed through me, hitting my clit and expanding outwards through my body. I screamed as the sudden orgasm hit me like a freight train, my hole tightening down on the toys inside of me. Uncle Max's weight shifted the bed and then I felt his hands at my pussy lips, the toy in my hot little hole starting to move back and forth as he fucked me with it. Just as I came from my first orgasm, I was already on my way back up to the next one. 

I tugged at the handcuffs, my thighs struggling against the pole between my knees, the incredible pleasure washing through me with an intensity like nothing I'd ever experienced. 

"UNCLE MAX!" I screamed, between gasps and moans, cries of intense pleasure. The second orgasm hit me like a freight train, humming through my body and making me writhe against the ties that he'd bound me with. What's worse, my helplessness only turned me on more. 

My body was shaking as it came down from the second orgasm and yet I could already feel a third one building. It almost hurt. My swollen pussy was so oversensitive, the muscles unused to gripping something inside of it for so long, and yet there was nothing I could do. I whimpered, arching my back as my Uncle stared down at me, licking his lips. 

"Such a horny slut, aren't you Jenny?"

"Please," I begged. "Please make it stop."

He looked at me consideringly. "I'll make some of it stop."

I felt disappointment and relief in equal parts. My body was fighting the third orgasm that I could feel coming, sure that I couldn't handle that much intense pleasure this quickly. Then my Uncle removed the clamps on my nipples and throbbing pain burst on my chest as blood went surging back into the sensitive red buds. I screamed my ecstasy as the exquisite agony went shooting through my body, setting off a chain reaction in my pussy that pushed me over the edge. This orgasm went on for even longer than the first two, leaving me weak and sobbing by the end of it. 

My nipples burned wonderfully, tingling on my chest, as my ass and clit continued to vibrate, my pussy clenching weakly around the dildo filling it. With tears in my eyes I blinked up at my Uncle. The smoldering lust in his eyes told me that he was enjoying my orgasm torture, reveling in his power over my body. Every nerve in my skin felt like it was humming with sexual energy, as if he could make me cum just by stroking his finger down my arm because I was so oversensitive. 

"Please, please, please," I begged. Already my body was prepping for another orgasm, my bound and splayed pussy unable to do anything to stop the over stimulation of my most delicate parts. I could feel juices running down my cracks. My insides felt sloshy with the overabundance of cream that my Uncle had forced from me. 

Uncle Max climbed up onto the bed, and for the first time I noticed that he had stripped down. His huge cock was jutting out in front of him again, rock hard from watching my young, bound body thrashing on the bed. Carefully he stepped over one of the ropes holding the pole between my knees to the headboard, straddling my upper body. I had just enough brain power to notice that his dick was shiny looking as he knelt over my chest. Pushing my breasts together he began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock between the valley of my mounds. He was fucking my tits. 

"Please!" I cried out. "Do whatever you want, just make it stop!"

"I am doing whatever I want," Uncle Max said, his eyes glinting down at me. "I'll stop when you learn who's in charge."

As in, not me. Like I could somehow miss that. Releasing one of my breasts, Uncle Max turned his upper torso. For a moment I thought he was going to at least remove the vibrator on my clit, which felt like it had blown up to three times it normal size. Instead I ended up screaming with torturous rapture as the vibrations increased, the buzzing against my tender and exposed pussy doubling while I lay helpless. This orgasm seemed to go on forever, splintering me apart. I'm not sure that I didn't pass out for a few moments but when I came to I was still cumming. 

I screamed and begged and sobbed, the entire time Uncle Max kept fucking my tits, pinching the nipples as he slid himself back and forth. I was barely aware of the frothy cum spattering across the upper part of my chest and dripping down my neck, other than as a hot liquid that went searing through me, taking me even higher. My body was a huge, shuddering mass of rippling pleasure that never ended.

I must have passed out again because the next time I opened my eyes I was in my bed along, my legs spread far apart as if even in my sleep I was doing everything I could to keep anything from touching my poor pussy. Blearily I rubbed my eyes and looked under the covers. My pussy was red and swollen looking, my clit still poking out from the lips, overextended. I didn't even bother trying to touch any part of that, I just winced and put the covers back down before falling back asleep, dreaming of the perversions of my Uncle Max.



Consequences Ch. 07



"Ohhh yesss, Daddy, ohhh yesss. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me." she whimpered.

The sight of her red cheeks reminded him of the spanking only minutes earlier. He remembered how her body had shimmied under the impacts, how she had grown wet with them. Releasing one hip he raised his hand and brought it down fast, slapping her already glowing cheek.

"Ohhh God yesss," she cried out, her ass jumping under the contact. "Ohhh God yesss, Daddy."

Pulling back again he froze with the head of his cock inside her pussy, holding it there. Cindy rolled her hips, gyrated her ass as she whimpered hungrily. Shoving his hips forward he brought his hand down again, smacking her ass at nearly the same time his cock was fully penetrating her. Cindy's ass rose up and snapped back, meeting his crotch and his smacking hand.

"Ohhh God yesss, Daddy. Ohhh God yesss. Fuck me, Daddy. Spank me. Fuck me, Daddy."

Over the next couple minutes he repeated these acts again and again. Nearly pulling his cock from her, he shoved it back into her as he smacked her rising ass. Each time Cindy cried out, her ass lifting to increase the impact of the contacts.

Soon though he could no longer manage the control this took. Once more he grabbed her hip so he could start to steadily fuck her, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her pussy rhythmically. Her hips searched out the rhythm, then rocked back and forth with him, her tight pussy fucking him as much as he was it. He watched her ass bounce off him as they fucked, watched the firm orbs roll with their rhythm.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy."

Still holding onto her hips he stretched his thumps out to caress her ass cheeks, pressing into the sensitized flesh as he rubbed them.

"Ohhh fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your cock."

Now his hands left her hips to move onto her red cheeks, his fingers gripping at her bruised flesh.

"Ohhh God, Daddy," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock."

Pounding into her he watched his fingers squeeze her ass as his cock vanished between her legs over and over. He thought about how he was fucking his daughter, and how she was fucking him back. The idea of the broken taboo caused his lust to rage.

"Ohhh-ugghhh," she moaned loudly. "Ohhh God, Daddy, it feels so good. Fuck my pussy, Daddy. Ohhh God yes, Daddy. Ohhh, Daddy."

Her moans fueled his hunger. His hands gripped tighter, plying and shaping her reddened ass. His hips began to jackhammer into her, slamming his cock into her clutching pussy.

"Ohhh God, harder Daddy. Fuck me harder."

His fingers clenched and gripped her cheeks, her flesh squeezing between them. Her body slammed back at him, her ass jiggling in his grasp. Her head raised up, then fell forward. Her muscles tensed, her back arched.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whimpered. "Fuck me harder. Harder Daddy."

He could tell she was nearing another orgasm. Her pussy clenched at his pumping cock as she pounded herself on it, slamming her ass into his crotch.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder, Daddy."

He felt his own climax boiling up in his balls and it made him want to fulfill her request. So that he could he released her ass cheeks and grabbed her hips again. With the leverage this afforded he began to pound into her unmercifully, jerking his cock back, then ramming it forward. 

"Ohhh yesss," she moaned, her entire body starting to squirm and hump. "Ohhh God yes. Harder, Daddy. Harder. Fuck me harder. My pussy. Ohhh God, Daddy."

She tossed her head from side to side, her ponytail flipping around with it. Her ass started to jump and jerk spastically. Her pussy clenched at his pistoning cock while wet fucking sounds matched their ramming bodies' actions.

He grabbed her hips tighter, yanked her back against him as she shoved himself forward. His cock drove deep into her. He ground himself against her for a second then pulled back and did it again.

"Ohhh God yes, Daddy."

Her head snapped back, her entire body clenching, her back arching downward. Her hips began a series of small, quick jerking motions. Her pussy muscles latched onto his cock, squeezing and milking it. That was all it took, the sight and feel of her in ecstasy sent him over the edge. He felt his cock jerk inside her, felt it start to shoot his load deep into her womb.

"Ohhh," she cried. "Ohhh God yesss. Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Ohhh God yes, cum in my pussy."

Cindy ground her ass into him, trying to get more of his cock into her pussy. Grabbing handfuls of the bedspread she pulled at the blanket, her body shuddering through her orgasm.

"Yesss, Daddy. God yes. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in my pussy."

Cindy's head turned to one side, then snapped to the other. Her back arched and rose, pumping her hips and pussy at him. Her ass quivered, jerking at his exploding cock.

Pressing themselves into one another they shook through their orgasms. Then as Frank's cock pumped the last of his semen into her, Cindy quivered through her aftershocks, whimpering in pleasure.

His cock softening, Frank moved away from her to fall onto the bed on his back. Cindy quickly collapsed also, rolling onto her side and cuddling up to him. She mewed softly as she rested her head in the crook of his arm.

"That was fantastic," he sighed after he had caught his breath.

"Mm-hmmm," she agreed. "I can't wait till the next time my Daddy fucks me."

Even so recently spent Frank's cock twitched in response to her words.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 08



Julie spent the following days thinking about the night of exhibitionism and what Frank had made her do. No longer lost in the moment, without her body's wanton lust driving her on, she felt shame in herself. She was shocked by her depraved acts, her sordid displaying of her body, and her arousal over it all. She was also pissed at Frank. Mainly over the car scenario. Not that her situation would allow her to do anything about it. Besides, any attempt to berate him would open her own shamelessness that night to discussion, which she was not ready for.

So she was once again left silently waiting for him to claim his next concession. She did not have to wait for long. Arriving home from work one evening she found him in the living room wearing a mischievous grin and holding a drink.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Come on and join me. Have a drink, relax for a few," he sang.

"Okay, just let me get changed," she chirped, heading toward the hall.

"No. Stay in your work clothes for now," he stopped her.

She was wearing a business outfit; a powder blue skirt with a black blouse and dark nylons. While she knew he liked her in skirts, she also knew he preferred less conservative ones, so she was surprised by him stopping her.

"Alright," she shrugged, remembering the rule against questioning him. "Where's Cindy?"

"She's gone out with some friends, won't be home till late."

Accepting the offered glass she joined him in front of the TV where they watched the news and sipped their drinks. Julie could not stop wondering what he had planned and she felt the anticipation of the unknown getting to her, making her both excited and nervous. When the news signed off Frank indicated that she should lead the way back to their bedroom.

Walking through the doorway she understood why he had not wanted her to change cloths. Laying on the bed was a small collection of items that would have given his plan away; the blindfold from the other night, a set of nylon handcuffs, and a leather covered paddle. She stopped a few feet from the bed, staring at the items apprehensively. Frank stepped up behind her, pressing his crotch against her ass he placed his hands on her arms and held her. A wave of arousal flowed across her loins as the warmth of his touch radiated through her sleeves.

"Tonight you will be restrained, and at my will," he leaned in and whispered, his words dipping into her ear and tickling the sensitive nerve endings to fan the heated sensations already awake within her. "You're going to undress for me then lie on your belly with your ass offered to me. I'm going to tie your hands behind you. You'll be completely at my mercy. Defenseless. Vulnerable. You won't be able to stop me from doing whatever I want."

Her eyes were glued on the paddle as he spoke and shivers ran through her. Her entire body tingled nervously. She struggled to stay calm, taking several deep breaths. She found the situation surprising as he had never even hinted at anything like it.

He held her arms, his breath continuing to tickle her ear. His cock grew firmer against her ass, throbbing as blood pulsed into it.

"You like the idea, huh," he chuckled.

His tone made her realize that the pressure of his cock was partially her fault. Unconsciously she had been pushing herself back against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch as her body reacted, the embers smoldering hotly within her loins.

After another minute Frank pulled away from her. He strolled over to take a seat on the bed.

"Undress," he instructed, grinning, his hungry eyes crawling over her body.

Uncomfortable and nervous, her body shaking, Julie reached up and started jerking at the blouse's buttons.

"Whoa, whoa," he stopped her, holding up one hand. "Slow down, woman. Take your time."

His words made her freeze with her fingers holding a button, on the verge of unhooking it. Her hands shook. Her nerves jangled. She was shocked by just how uneasy she was over undressing in front of her husband. She did not know if it was the entire situation or just the collection of items that caused it. All she did know was that she was not feeling comfortable, and her twitching hands were evidence of this.

Inhaling deeply a few times she forced herself to slowly undo the button. Then, taking a couple more breaths, she lowered her fingers to the next button. Again she made sure to take a few breaths before slipping this one through its slot as well. Concentrating on her breathing, using it as a timer, she slowly undid the next couple of buttons as well. Eventually only the one tucked into her skirt remained and the blouse hung open in a wide, loose "V." Under it she wore a black lace bra which delicately displayed her breasts, her hardening nipples poking at the material.

She paused, trying to decide whether to un-tuck the blouse or drop her skirt next. As she contemplated this she realized she was no longer shaking. The breathing, and the concentration involved, had calmed her nerves.

Deciding to drop the skirt next, she reached for the side zipper and drew it down. Shimmying her hips around she pushed the skirt off her waist and let it fall into a pile around her feet.

Now her top hung free, her dark nylons stretching down from beneath it. Slipping her hands up under the blouse's hem she slid her thumbs into the nylon's waistband. As she worked them down her legs, her hips shifting from side to side, she peeked at Frank from behind her bangs and saw him watching her intently. When the nylons joined her skirt on the floor she straightened back up. Brushing her hair back away from her face she met Frank's gaze. Her hands moved to the blouse's last button. Once this was unhooked she pulled the top open, revealing panties that matched her bra.

She saw the pleasure on his face, saw his eyes crawling over her contours. She felt hot air fanning across her smoldering embers, felt their heat radiating out from deep inside her. She had passed through her discomfort and was now enjoying herself, enjoying her amateur striptease.

Embracing this new emotion she provocatively raised her hands partway up the blouse. Pulling it from her shoulders she let it drop to the floor as well. Now she stood in only her underthings, their black lace contrasting with her skin.

Covering her chest with one arm to hold her bra in place, she reached back and undid its clasp. Slipping the straps from her shoulders she allowed the garment to fall away, completely revealing her breasts. Atop the mounds her nipples grew harder as the cool air swirled over them. She stood for a moment, watching Frank stare at her breasts, his tongue licking his lips. More heated air wafted across her embers.

Hooking her thumbs into her panties she started to gradually push them down off her hips. Like with the nylons, she shifted herself from side to side as she slid them to her knees where they then fell to the floor on their own. Straightening back up once again she stood completely naked before him, obediently on display for him.

For a moment he simply remained sitting on the bed, his eyes crawling over her, devouring her.

"Get up here," he then ordered.

As he stood up she glimpsed the bulge at his crotch and her legs went soft for a second as she thought about how it would soon be penetrating her. Obediently she crawled onto the bed and laid face down. She felt herself growing nervous again wondering what being spanked would be like. She managed to get a better look at the paddle and was slightly relieved to see that it was not just covered by leather, but that it was also padded.

Frank grabbed her wrist. As he wrapped a cuff around it she forced herself to relax, to allow him to maneuver her body as he needed. He pulled her arm behind her then drew the other back as well. When he had also attached the cuff to this wrist the strap between them lay taunt across the small of her back. Then he slid the blindfold over her eyes, casting her into darkness.

She was made to lay there, tied up and defenseless. Her legs naturally spread themselves slightly, between them the tiniest sheen of moisture glistened between her labia. She waited. Waited for something to happen. For Frank to touch her. For him to let her know she was not alone. For the contact she knew must be coming. She grew anxious, her heart racing with unwanted anticipation. In the darkness her ears tried to make sense of the things they heard, tried to decipher any little noise, any rustle of air. 

Then she heard something. She was still trying to figure it out when . . .

Smack!

"Oww," she jerked, her body trying to twist away from any future assaults.

She felt Frank grab her, felt his fingers wrap around her arm and pin her down.

"You're going to want to stay still," he told her.

For a brief moment she had contact with the world as he made sure the blindfold had not slipped. Then nothing again. She was made to wait once more, her eyes peering uselessly into the darkness. Her ass hurt.

Smack!

"Oww," she cried again.

This spank was softer than the first one, but it still stung.

Smack!

"Oww," she sobbed.

Again the contact seemed lighter, but not by much. Her ass cheeks were growing hot, starting to burn.

Smack! Smack!

Now she was able to identify the sound of the paddle as it cut through the air and her body instinctively tensed as it did.

Smack!

"Oww."

Smack! Smack!

Again and again he spanked her, making her cheeks sting, her flesh redden. She was forced to take it, laying there, her ass a perfect target for him.

Smack! 

"Oww." She was at his mercy, unable to move or get away, her hands tied, the blindfold keeping her in the dark.

Smack! Smack!

"Oww," she whimpered, her cheeks quivering, growing redder and redder.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each slap felt lighter than the last, but everyone of them stung.

Smack! Smack!

Towering above her Frank remained silent, his breathing the only sound from him as he assaulted her ass with the paddle.

Smack!

She felt mortified. Unable to protest, his demands for her complete surrender keeping her quiet. Tonight she was his tied-up sexual toy and she was being punished for something, although she did not know for what.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Then, something began to change. Something about the spanking's effects on her transformed. They started to warm parts of her the paddle was not hitting. Something about its contact was stirring her arousal, stoking her embers. In her loins they began to glow with the heat of her disciplined ass. Her hips began to roll enticingly as her body shifted after each contact.

Smack! Smack!

"Ohhh," her whimpers of pain began to change as well.

Smack!

She was at his mercy, lying blindfolded upon the bed, her hands tied at her back. Her nipples rubbed against the soft linen of the sheet, the sensitive buttons growing stiffer.

Smack! Smack!

She felt her embers ignite, felt them burst into flames, and then felt those flames growing. Her flesh started to sweat with her body's heat.

Smack!

"Ohhh," she panted.

Her arousal surprised her. She never would have expected her body to respond to such treatment. The submissive servant being controlled, under his command. Yet, there she was, his restrained slut, her ass being turned red by his assaults. Her loins growing hotter with each assault.

Smack!

"Ohhh," she groaned.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her nipples throbbed as she pressed her tits against the bed, flattening them, rubbing them. Her hips wiggled, rolling her ass, her legs opening slightly more. 

Smack!

His assaults were fanning her desire, fueling her passion more and more. Her fires grew, her hunger and an ache building inside her. She felt her juices starting to flow, felt them coating her sex. She was breathing heavily, small heated gasps coming from between her parted lips.

Smack! Smack!

The fact that he remained silent stoked her arousal, made her feel even more under his control.

Smack!

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Her clit started to ache with need as she grew wetter and wetter. Her passions made her labia swell and become puffy as they glistened with her wetness.

Smack! Smack!

The mattress shifted as Frank climbed onto it. She could sense him kneeling beside her but behind the blindfold everything remained dark. Fingers slipped into her hair, filled themselves with her tresses. Her head was pulled up, her neck was bent back. Her mouth hung open, her bottom lip quivering.

"Ohhh," she groaned.

Smack! Smack!

These strikes were still weaker but the tension he held her head up with offset that relief. Her neck was strained, the fingers in her hair tightening.

Smack! Smack!

"Ohhh."

Smack!

Her nipples pressed against the bed, rubbing. Her roaring fires made her pant heavily.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ohhh God Frank," she gasped.

Smack! This one was hard, reversing the softening trend, and it made her flesh sizzle with its impact. Her ass cheeks jiggled, vibrating.

"Owww!" She cried out.

Smack. Smack.

He had discarded the paddle to spank her with his bare hand. After each slap he rested his palm on her cheek, his fingers squeezing her burning flesh for a moment before pulling away to slap her again.

Smack!

She was at his mercy and she found the sensation making her even hungrier. Her hips shifted and rolled. Her legs parted more.

Smack!

His fingers clenched onto her quivering cheek, squeezing and plying her flesh.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

His fingers tightened in her hair. As his other hand rested on her ass it slipped down so that a finger could dip between her legs and tease the very edge of her sex.

"Mmmm, ohhh," she sighed.

She pressed her chest down against the bed to flatten her tits and rub at her swollen, aching nipples. Her ass rolled and twitched under his attentions, froze in anticipation each time his hand lifted away.

Smack!

His hand slipped down to the inside of her thigh and pulled it toward him, forcing her to spread her legs further.

Smack!

Now his fingers slid down along the side of her sex, teasingly close to her swollen labia, sliding through the thin coating of her juices there.

"Ohhh Frank," she sighed, her ass wiggling as her hips tried to slide herself toward those fingers.

Smack!

"Owww," she yelped.

This strike was harder. Her body jumped under its contact. But then his hand once again lingered upon her burning cheek, his fingers near the edges of her pussy and she felt herself aching to be touched. Anxiously she waited for his hand to lift away again, waited for him to raise it up and bring it smacking back down on her red cheeks. But he did not. His hand remained, his palm hot against her heated flesh.

When his hand released her hair her head fell onto the mattress, smothering her gasp of surprise. She felt the bed shift again as he moved to grab at her ass cheeks with both hands now. Then a second later she felt his breath swishing across her skin. As his hand squeezed her round cheeks he began to lightly kiss and lick her reddened flesh. His lips were soft, his tongue rough but gentle. His fingers dipped and delved between her legs, always near but never quite touching her pussy.

Heated air wafted through her loins, fanning the flames of her arousal. She whimpered as her hips shifted, her ass rolling beneath his affections.

After a couple minutes he pulled away, his hands leaving her ass. The mattress shifted beneath Julie as he moved off of it. Then a moment later it shifted again as he climbed back onto it, this time laying between her spread legs. Once more his hands covered her ass, his fingers gripping and manipulating her flesh. Now his thumbs dipped down toward her sex, caressing its edges. His warm breath danced across her flesh, his lips brushed her skin. For long minutes he kissed and played with her ass cheeks, massaging and manipulating them with a mixture of hunger and gentleness.

His actions fueled her fires even more, the sensations contrasting with the pain of the spanking. She felt herself growing wetter as her hips rolled and shifted. Several times her knees bent to lift her ass up, raising it to him. She whimpered as her body responded more and more to his attentions.

He squeezed her cheeks, gripped them and plied the moldable orbs. He kissed her skin, brushing his lips over and over her stinging flesh. Then he pulled her cheeks apart and his tongue slithered across her exposed sphincter. Its rough, wet texture brushed across the sensitive nerves, pressed at the center of it then licked the outer rim before swirling away.

"Ohhh," she whimpered with the loss of contact.

His fingers continued massaging her cheeks. His thumbs played across her swollen, juice coated labia, teasing the two edges of her slit simultaneously. His tongue soon returned to brush across her anus' sensitized nerves, licking her again and again as its tip swiped back and forth. After a moment he stopped with the tip pressing at her center. He forced her open, spreading her anus.

Bound and blindfolded she lay there, her ass rolling and shifting, pushing back against his tongue. She felt her lust roar. Felt her juices flow, her sex wetten, glisten. She whimpered and panted. Her lip quivered.

As his tongue pressed into her sphincter again and again his warm breath swirled over the puckered hole. His thumbs drew closer to her pussy, their tips caressing the very edges of her slit, mixing with her wetness there. Eventually he pulled his face away and slipped one of the digits up to the teased opening, petting the little hole a few times before pressing at its center. The light coating of her juices on his thumb eased the spreading of her hole. He caressed its edges, stroked the nerve endings.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Her knees reflexively started to bend, raising her ass up to him, pushing it back at his penetrating digit. This smashed her tits into the bed harder, caused her swollen nipples to rub against the sheet. The flames within her loins caused her body to sweat lightly. Her hair started matting to her forehead, her cheeks, her neck.

Frank's other thumb slipped into her slit, massaging her sex and becoming coated with her juices. He switched this digit with the other, the heavier lubing allowing him to penetrate her anus further, allowing the digit to disappear into her up to the knuckle.

"Ohhh yes," she whimpered, her ass twitching.

He continued to lick the flesh around his thumb as he pressed and rolled it in her ass, his wet tongue caressing the puckered skin. Simultaneously his other thumb slid into her slit, swiped back and forth in her wetness. A moment later he switched digits again, and then again. He used her juices to ease his repeated penetrations, his thumbs loosening her sphincter. All the while his fingers scratched at her cheeks and her sore flesh.

The combination of attentions stoked her fires, turned them into a roaring inferno. Her knees bent further. Her ass soon swayed high in the air, pushing back, twitching and wiggling with the electricity sparking along her nerves. Her head was turned sideways, her breath panting past her open lips. She moaned each time he swapped thumbs, each time her anus was re-penetrated. Eventually she felt the penetrating digit slip past the knuckle to completely enter her. While this thumb pressed and rubbed at her, his other slipped inside her pussy's opening.

"Ohhh God yes," she moaned, her passion rising.

As she whimpered and panted the two digits played with her, caressed her, teased her. Hungry and wanting more, she shoved her ass back at him, at his thumbs. She wanted them deeper and her body was trying to make it happen.

After a couple minutes he pulled his one thumb from her sex, causing her to whimper with frustration. Behind her the bed shifted again as he climbed onto it, kneeling behind her. Her rolling hips froze in hungry anticipation. She felt his cock brush her pussy, felt the tip slip between her labia and seek out her opening. Throughout most of the ordeal, somewhere deep in her subconscious, she had been aware of an orgasm being stirred into existence. Now as the head of his cock pried her walls open she felt the orgasm hovering on the edge of release.




Consequences Ch. 08



Author's Note: This is a reader request story. Also, I have received several requests for a chapter where Jenny tries to separate herself from her Uncle either by moving out, getting a boyfriend or just doing something else to show her independence / make him jealous. This chapter is probably the closest I'm able to get to that while staying within the parameters of the original reader's request. Enjoy! 

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This might sound weird, but the forced incredible orgasms at the hand of my Uncle Max scared me straight. Mostly because, if I kept letting him play with my body the way I was and having that kind of ridiculously satisfying experience, how would another man ever be able to satisfy me? Especially one my age. If I didn't force myself away from my Uncle's gloriously perverted sexual escapades with me now then I knew I probably never would be able to. 

After hemming and hawing over my decision for the next two weeks, my own sexual frustration growing as my pussy recovered and began to feel needy again, I decided that the best course of action was to have Kristopher over sometime when Uncle Max definitely wasn't going to be home and lose my virginity to him. Dana didn't have any idea what was going on with me and my Uncle, but when I told her that I was ready to pop my cherry to Kristopher, she was all for it. Not that she thought he was particularly special in any way, just that he was experienced and so he could probably make it good for me. She thought I'd been holding onto my virginity for far too long, considering that she'd lost hers several years ago. Sex was the only thing we couldn't really talk about. Well, and I couldn't tell her what was actually going on at my house or the real reason why I'd come to my decision. 

It was about two and a half weeks after the amazing forced orgasms I'd had while my Uncle titty-fucked me when Kristopher came over. I know it sounds like a bad idea considering my track record, but he shared a place with several roommates and the time I'd tried to go over there to see him the place had smelled and we could hear them the entire time because the walls were so thin. Kristopher might not be someone I cared deeply about, but if I was going to lose my virginity then I wanted some kind of romance to it, without the background of a bunch of guys watching a football game, playing video games, or (worse) cat calling. I realized that my standards had lowered quite a bit since Uncle Max came to live with me, I used to dream about a romantic night of losing my virginity to my husband, but now I just wanted it gone before I got sucked further down the rabbit hole of depravity. Even the good girl side of me saw this as a compromise of sorts, keeping me out of my Uncle's bed. 

Rather than risking having Kristopher over in the evening, we skipped class so that he could come over in the day while my Uncle was at work. There was no way he was going to come home from work early and catch us like he had the last time, Uncle Max never came home from work early. His schedule was one of the most reliable things about him and I was going to use that to my advantage. 

Unfortunately I hadn't been able to buy any sexy underwear, since Uncle Max had curtailed my spending habits, but I put on a sexy little black dress with the sexy red bra and thong set that I'd shown off to my Uncle. Just putting them on made me feel aroused, and I tried to pretend that it was because Kristopher was coming over but deep down I knew it was because I was remembering my Uncle making me show off the lingerie to him and the way his hot breath had lingered on my pussy. I pulled the covers down on my bed to reveal the light blue sheets and decorated my room with candles. It might not be exactly the way I'd imagined it when I was just starting to think about sex, but I was definitely going to have a little romance in my life. 

When Kristopher finally arrived I answered the door. He was looking pretty cute in a red and white patterned shirt and jeans, his eyes eagerly taking me in. 

"You look great," he said, his gaze lingering on my cleavage. Okay so he didn't give me the visceral sexual reaction that my Uncle did, but I was feeling pretty amped up anyway.

"Thanks," I said, feeling almost shy as I led him through the house. "So um, do you wanna go up to my room?" What a question. Of course he did. What hot blooded 20 year old male wouldn't want sex?

"Sure," he replied, almost managing to sound nonchalant.

The candles around the room gave it a nice glow as I sat down on the bed, feeling a little nervous now that the moment was here. Kristopher grinned at me and climbed onto the bed behind me, pulling me on top of him. Being on top was a new experience, feeling like I had the control. It was nice even if it didn't send jets of passion running through me the way my Uncle did. Considerate. 

So this might not be the sexiest moment of my life, even though I was about to have sex for the first time, but at least it wasn't going to be a bad moment either. I'd heard enough horror stories about painful first times to feel grateful for Kristopher's gentle hands caressing me as I kissed him. There might not be fires and sparks between us, but he wasn't related to me either. I deepened the kiss, trying to get some more passion running. 

While I wasn't feeling any major arousal - at least not compared to what I knew I could do, the hardening bulge growing beneath me told me that Kristopher was definitely into what was going on. We got my dress off and he looked up in appreciation at my sexy underwear, his hands sliding up and cupping my breasts gently. Too gently. I moaned and pressed further into him, remembering the clamps that my Uncle had put on my nipples. Unfortunately the memory turned me on more than the man between my legs. 

I rolled off of him, pulling him on top of me. That was a little better. Being on top made him feel a little more naturally aggressive and it helped that I obviously wanted him there. Kristopher took off his shirt and then my bra, kissing me and letting me feel the hot weight of his body, skin to skin. It was pretty sex and I was starting to get more into what we were doing as his hands ran down my sides, reaching under my thighs to grip my bare ass. He really liked that I was wearing a thong. 

We were just getting Kristopher's pants off when my Uncle Max threw open the door and stormed in the room. I screamed bloody murder as Kristopher fell off of me and onto the other side of my bed. Grabbing the sheets I pulled them up over my body, even though it's not like anyone was seeing anything new. 

"OUT!" Uncle Max bellowed at Kristopher. My would be lover was gone, leaving behind his shirt and me. 

"You get out!" I glared at Uncle Max just as hard as he was glaring at me. For once I wasn't feeling at all intimidated or turned on by him. Well, maybe a little turned on, but I was ready to give as good as I got for once. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You're mine," he said, yanking down the sheet, easily pulling it from my hands. I gasped. Why the hell did I find angering my Uncle Max to be so hot? Before I could even consider moving off of the bed he was on me, holding my wrists down on either side of my head, his hips pinning me beneath him. It was all I could do not to moan, I was so turned on.

"Screw you!" I said, trying to push up my hips to throw him off of me, but of course all that did was grind my thong covered pussy against his erection. 

"That's my intention," he said, growling.

"NO!" I yelled and to my surprise, Uncle Max stopped, looking down at me. I guess for the first time he could tell I was really serious.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice soft and intent. 

I bit my lip. 

"Tell me Jenny or I'm going to fuck your pretty little brains out and I won't care if you're saying no."

"It's not fair," I said finally.

"What's not?"

"You fucked someone else." I practically spat the words at him, remembering my burning jealousy when he'd made me watch him do so.

For once I'd managed to truly surprise my Uncle, I could see it in his eyes. "You want monogamy?"

Okay well, he had a point, that was a little weird. I bit my lip again. How was I supposed to tell my Uncle that deep down, I didn't want either of us to fuck anyone but each other? Not even my naughty side was okay with that admission. But it didn't matter that I didn't say it, Uncle Max knew.

"I have... needs, Jenny," he said, lowering his mouth so that it lingered over mine. For the first time I realized that my Uncle and I had never actually kissed, despite everything else he'd done to my supple, young body. "If you are willing to take care of all of those needs for me then I won't be taking care of them with other women. Do we have a deal?"

I'm pretty sure the good girl side of me wanted to protest, but she was completely covered up by the naughty side of me which was jumping up and down in excitement. I wanted to know more about my Uncle's needs. I wanted to be his little sex toy, his slutty little niece that did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Deep down, I knew that's exactly what I wanted.

But could I really admit to that? Just having him lying on top of me, holding me down, had my heart pounding and the hungry itch between my legs burning. As nice as Kristopher had been, trying to have sex with him had also made me realize that I didn't feel for him anywhere near the kind of passion I did for my Uncle Max. Staring up into his demanding eyes, feeling the hard bulge of his erection against my pussy, his hips and hands holding me down to the bed, this was how I really wanted to pop my cherry. I didn't want romance or candles, I didn't want a gentle and fumbling lover. I wanted it hard and fast, dirty and rough, and I wanted it with my Uncle.

Licking my lips, hoping that I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life, I nodded.

"Good girl," he said, and I thrilled to the words for about half a second before his lips descended. He didn't just kiss me, he raped my mouth with his tongue, his hips thrusting at me, still holding me down, and swallowing my cries of surprise and arousal. Pushing my hands above my head, he gripped my wrists in one hand, using the other to take his tie off. It took him no time at all to loop his tie around my wrists and tie me to the headboard of my own bed. 

As he pulled away to take off his shirt, the candlelight flickered around us, in mockery of the lack of romance in this moment. My nipples were hard as little diamonds on my chest, pretty cherries on a mound of cream, and I could feel that I had soaked through my thong. Uncle Max shed the rest of his clothes and then pulled my panties from me. I obligingly spread my legs, moaning. Being tied down turned me on, made it easier for me to accept what was about to happen because I didn't have to worry about admitting that I wanted it. He was just going to do it and I could enjoy the ride. 

"Such a pretty little slut," he said, his eyes mocking me since I'd spread my thighs without a touch or command for me. My pussy was weeping for him. I tugged at the tie around my wrists, gasping, as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. His hands slid under my legs and up my body, grabbing roughly at my breasts and squeezing them hard. With my legs draped over his shoulders, my arms tied above my head, I was completely helpless to the tongue lashing he was giving my pussy. I cried out in pleasurable pain as he pinched my nipples hard, twisting the poor buds back and forth and sending a burning sweep of rapture through me.

My hips gyrated up and down, pressing my pussy against his face, his mouth, his questing tongue that was sending me on shuddering waves of pleasure. I was about to crest that wave when suddenly he stopped. Crying out in protest, I pulled at my restraints again, but I didn't have much time to be upset when he was on top of me again, kissing me.

I could taste myself on his mouth, his tongue delving between my lips as his cock nudged at the entrance to my body. I was so wet that there was very little resistance, other than the tightness of my unused pussy. Fortunately I'd broken my own hymen while masturbating with a dildo, so there wasn't any sharp pain, just an ache in the way that you get when you're stretching a rarely used muscle. Uncle Max drank in my soft whimpers as he invaded me, his dick pressing deep inside my young body. 

Feeling him inside me was incredible. Until I realized...

"Wait!" I cried out, wrenching my face away from his. 

"It's a little late for that," he pointed out, rocking his hips against me where our bodies were joined. I groaned at the sensation of him jerking inside me, my insides tightening down around him as the motion caused him to press against my throbbing clit. 

"No... I mean... protection," I managed to get out. "You aren't wearing a condom."

"I don't wear condoms, Jenny," Uncle Max said. 

"I'm not on the pill!"

"Good."

And with that he began to thrust his hips back and forth into me. I struggled against the tie around my wrists, but I could already feel myself sinking into this world of perversions that my Uncle had created for me where the possibility of him impregnating me was sexy rather than awful. My young body arched beneath him as he curled above me and took a nipple into his mouth, biting into it, as I realized that taking care of my Uncle's needs was so going to go so far beyond anything I might have imagined. He alternated between my nipples, licking, biting and sucking at the tender buds and the flesh around them, leaving dark red marks on my breasts. Marking his possession. 

Pleasure surged between my legs, my hips bumping up to meet my Uncle's thrusts as he plowed into me, taking me as hard as he liked because he knew that's how I would like it too. Instinctively I knew that anything I had done with Kris wouldn't have been this hot, this overwhelmingly good. 

The sensation of my Uncle's surging cock into my body, feel of his skin against mine, was so wonderfully forbidden, so darkly taboo, and it reached inside me and filled my darkest desires. 

"You're mine," Uncle Max said, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher. "My slut and you won't let another man touch you."

I shook my head, indicating that I would never. In fact, in that moment, I couldn't imagine ever wanting another man to. Uncle Max took me to heights of ecstasy that I wouldn't have ever thought possible. 

"Say it," he demanded, fucking me hard into the mattress. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" I moaned and gasped, my orgasm climbing as I said the words. "I'm your slut Uncle Max!"

My dirty promise sent me completely over the edge and I screamed out my orgasm, my body shuddering beneath my heaving Uncle, my pussy contracting around the thick slide of his cock. The already tight grip of my pussy became a suction and I could hear my Uncle's hoarse cries, feel him swelling up inside of me as I writhed under his bucking body. Hot fluid gushed into my cunt, filling me with my first load of cum. The sensation was intense and my rapture only grew as I sucked every last drop from him, riding the incredible high of my climax until I was quivering with exhaustion. 

Uncle Max collapsed on top of me, his hard body pressing against my soft curves, his face buried in my hair, and I moaned at the pleasant ache between my legs as he began to soften inside of me. Opening my eyes, I could see the romantically dim lighting of the room and had to smile. 

That might not be quite what I had planned but I couldn't pretend I hadn't loved every second of it. And now my Uncle was mine. And I was his. 

For about five seconds I felt as happy as a clam.

Then Uncle Max propped himself up on his elbows and glared down at me.

"I had to leave work early when I saw you letting that idiot boy into the house on the security feed," he said angrily. "You're going to have to be punished for that, Jenny."



Consequences Ch. 08



His hips eased forward, gradually feeding her his rigid cock. As it slowly entered her she wanted to shove herself back, but the thumb in her ass and the palms on her cheeks kept her from doing so. His forcing her to allow his controlled penetration reminded her of his present dominance of her, adding to her lust.

Eventually his cock became completely buried in her. He held himself there, his crotch grinding against her ass, his cock rubbing at her inner walls. His thumb in her ass caressed the thin membrane separating it from his cock.

"Ohhh Frank," she moaned, her own hips rolling with his.

Then he began to pull back, to withdraw his cock from her sex. Once again she froze, wondering what his next move would be. As his cock slipped from her, he quickly shifted so that he could press its tip at her sphincter, his thumb leaving the hole.

She held her breath as he applied pressure, his cock-head opening her more than his thumb could have. He was not slow nor gradual in his penetration of her rectum. As the head of his cock disappeared into her he shot his hips forward, rapidly stuffing inches of himself into her.

"Ohhh," she groaned from the mixture of pain and pleasure, her orgasm retreating, slipping back into the shadows, away from the edge.

He held himself there for a moment, his hips rolling slightly, his cock wiggling inside her. Julie's sphincter clutched tightly around his shaft, hugging it firmly, her body growing accustomed to it. Then he pulled back, stopping when just the head remained. He then shoved his hips forward again, once more cramming most of his cock into her ass.

"Ohhh," she groaned, her orgasm slipping further into the shadows.

When he pulled back again, he did so completely. Removing his cock from her ass he quickly stuffed it back into her pussy. She whimpered with both the loss and the re-insertion. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock into her sex, coating his shaft thickly with her juices. Her body reflexively moved with him, her hips rolling too. Frank's thumb slipped back into her sphincter, keeping it open and stretched. With his cock in the more comfortable hole her orgasm peeked out from the shadows, but it remained back away from the edge. 

A moment later he once again pulled out and pressed his cock at her sphincter. This time when he drove his hips forward his entire length slid into her, his crotch mashing into her ass cheeks.

"Ohhh God," she cried out from the impalement.

He held himself still for a moment, before starting to move his hips slightly, rolling his cock around inside her, his crotch grinding against her ass, his fingers squeezing her cheeks.

"Ohhh Frank. Oh God," she whimpered as she grew more accustomed to his cock.

His actions steadily grew, his hips rolling a little more, his fingers squeezing a little harder. After a couple minutes he pulled back, removing inches of his cock from her rectum's tight clasp. Then, driving his hips forward, he slammed those inches back into her. Immediately he pulled back again, only to once more slam himself forward. Then he did it again. And again. Over and over he pulled his hips back and drove them forward, working up a rough fucking rhythm. His hands on her cheeks tensed, his nails digging into their softness.

Before him, her body began to roll and wiggle in response, indicating her gradually growing comfort. Inside her, her orgasm crawled out of the shadows to sneak back toward the ledge.

He remained silent, the only sounds from him his heavy breathing as he pounded his cock into her ass. In the world of the blindfold's darkness this added to her lust. With her face planted against the bedspread, her arms held back at her sides, her raised ass rocked back and forth with his rhythm.

"Oh God yes, Frank. Fuck me. Fuck my ass," she panted.

He drove himself into her again and again. Pounding, cramming her ass with his rigid shaft, stuffing her. Her sphincter gripped him, its clenching hold loosening with the steady, rhythmic fucking it was receiving.

"Oh, fuck my ass, Frank. Fuck my ass. Ohhh God yes."

His fingers grabbed her cheeks, his nails scratching at her flesh. His cock slid in and out of her, drilling her.

Her body became coated with small beads of sweat, her skin shining with the heat burning inside her. She whimpered and moaned. Her orgasm inched closer to the ledge, teetering on the verge of its release.

"Oh yes, Frank. Fuck me, Frank. Fuck my ass."

His hands slid away from her cheeks to grab her hips and to pull her along with his own driving hips, slamming her body back onto his cock with each forward thrust. His dominance over her forced her to accept this, to allow him to fuck his cock with her ass.

"Ohhh Frank. Oh God yes. Ohhh yes, Frank," she moaned.

Gradually her orgasm was coaxed closer and closer to the edge until it teetered precariously, on the very brink of exploding through her. As it hovered there, her body started to jerk spastically, her ass rabbit-hopping against him. Her hair grew heavy with her sweat, matting to her forehead and neck.

"Oh God yes. Ohhh yes."

He pounded his cock into her over and over. Pulling inches of it from her, he drove them back into her. Each time his crotch slammed into her ass he ground it against her.

"Ohhh yes. Oh God yes, Frank."

Her body fought with her bound condition to hump and drive her ass back at him even as he pulled her in that direction. She moaned and cried with the lust urging her orgasm toward its release. Within her gripping rectum his cock grew more rigid, each driving thrust penetrating her harder and harder. Their pounding bodies pushed her orgasm over the edge, made it crash through her explosively. As it did her ass twitched and jumped, hopping and cramming itself back against him. Fireworks and electricity shot through her, exploded along her nerves, in her muscles, and her mind.

"Ohhh God yes. Oh God. Oh God. Ohhh yesss," she moaned out.

Gasping out a couple of audible grunts Frank slammed his cock into her one last time then hungrily ground his crotch into her. Within her ass his cock jerked, spraying his semen. His hands on her hips held her in place while he came, grinding and grunting behind her.

Her humping and jerking ass quivered spastically against his crotch. She whimpered as her entire body twitched with thousands of electrical jolts.

As her orgasm faded moments later Frank pulled his cock from the clutch of her sphincter. Climbing off the bed he gave her ass cheek a playful slap then unhooked one of the wrist straps, freeing her. Her body quivering, her breath panting past her open lips, she collapsed sideways, her mind fazing in and out of the darkness behind the blindfold. Too exhausted to move she listened to him go into the bathroom, listened to the shower being turned on, then drifted into a light sleep as she wondered if the paddle would be used again.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 09



Frank set down the book he was reading and leaned back into the couch's comfort. Sitting with only the light from the reading lamp illuminating the room he quietly contemplated where his marriage stood. Days ago he had introduced Julie to the lite bondage and spanking, and had watched her powerful orgasm wrack her body. He did have something more planned for the coming weekend, but he believed that would be the end of his demanded concessions. He was going to let his wife off the hook for her transgressions after that. She had been enjoying their recent adventures and had expressed interest in continuing them. And Frank figured that by giving up control and having her share her ideas as well they could compound the fun. Just thinking of the possibilities stirred his imagination. At that moment he wished she was there to try something else with, but she had been called out of town by work and would not be back until Tuesday.

As he contemplated watching a porno by himself he heard the front door opening. Looking over his shoulder he saw Cindy come dancing into the room.

"Hey Dad, what'cha doin'?" She asked, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Hi, Baby. Just a little reading."

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna go change into my jammies."

He watched her disappear, her ass tightly encased in a pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted onto her.

When she was gone he turned his thoughts to his beautiful daughter and what was going on between them. Since surprising him that first night she had proved to be a constant flirt and showoff around the house. She usually wore little more than skimpy t-shirts and panties, while finding plenty of excuses to bend over around him. Not that he had a problem with this. Nor did he have a problem with her asking to be spanked the other night. In fact, it was because of her that he had added the spanking to his bondage fantasy with Julie. It was just that the level of Cindy's sexual adventurism surprised him, especially when compared to her mother's. He had to wonder where his sweet little girl got her playfulness from.

Lost in his thoughts he barely heard her come back into the room.

A moment later though his thoughts were forgotten as she stood before him with her hair pulled up in a set of pigtails and wearing a solid pink Baby Doll nighty. Except for her height and curves the outfit made her appear very much the little girl she had once been, so much so that it took Frank a second to remember she was no longer that little girl and was actually an adult now.

"Daddy? Can I sit in your lap?" she asked in a coy little voice.

"Of course you can, Sweetie," he managed, his pecker twitching in his sweats.

Hopping into his lap Cindy snuggled down against him, burying her face in his chest. Her nighty completely covered her breasts and, when she had been standing, hung a couple inches below the point where her legs met. But as she settled into him he saw the edge of her white cotton panties peeking out.

While he held her with one arm around her shoulders, his hand caressing her arm, she quietly sighed against him. Every few seconds she wiggled around, pressing her little butt down against his cock that was pulsing to life beneath her.

"Mmmm, Daddy. It feels so good being your little girl," she purred after a couple minutes.

Again he was surprised by her level of playfulness.

As she wiggled her ass against his hardening cock once more, he raised his free hand to her chest, cupping her breast through the nighty.

"Mmmm, Daddy," she sighed, pressing herself into his hand.

Massaging the hidden mound of flesh, he felt her snuggle down deeper into him, her butt rubbing against his growing cock more. Soon her nipple stuck out hard against the nighty. Cupping her tit he alternated between sliding his thumb back and forth across the swollen nub and tracing small circles around its edge.

"Ohhh, Daddy."

The whole situation, her look and shy tone, had Frank's blood hot already and her husky sighs were adding to his arousal. His hand became heavier on her tit, squeezing it and rubbing at her hard nipple. The cock growing in his sweats was making it uncomfortable to keep his legs as they were and he shifted them open. This caused Cindy to have to shift also. She wiggled herself down between them so that she could continue rubbing herself against his pulsing member. As they continued these acts her breathing grew steadily more labored, her chest rising and falling with it. 

After another couple minutes she pulled back and slowly raised her face to him. Her eyes were filled by an amazing mixture of uncertain innocence and hungry lust.

"Daddy," she whispered.

Frank leaned in and gently laid his lips against hers. They kissed deeply as he pushed his tongue past her lips. His hand covered her tit, his palm flattening and rubbing her swollen nipple through the nighty.

"Mmmm," she whimpered into his mouth.

They kissed again and again, their lips meeting, parting, meeting. Their tongues dueled, swirled across one another. Frank massaged her tit, squeezing the firm little bud with growing need. His actions pulled at the nighty she wore, tugged the hem up, exposing her thighs and more of her white panties. Adding to this unveiling were Cindy's own actions. She raised one leg, slid it up over his thigh while her other foot remained reaching for the floor. She continued to rub her ass against his burgeoning cock. Her shifting body helped lift the nighty's edge and more of her flesh and cotton garment became visible. With their lips locked together, their tongues swirling over each other, she pressed her body into his harder, pushed her chest into his hand.

The hand caressing her arm came up to take her chin in its fingers. Breaking their kiss he pulled her face away, tilted it away from him. He leaned into her, his lips brushing the flesh of her neck. Using several light kisses, and nipping at her with his teeth between some, he moved up toward her ear. As he did he reached out and caressed her lips with his thumb. Mewing, she slipped her lips around the digit and suckled on it. He pressed his lips to her flesh just below and behind her ear and inhaled her scent. Slipping up to her ear his tongue flickered out to quickly dart in and out of it once, then he blew warm air across the sensitive nerves.

"Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy?" He whispered.

"Mmmm," she whimpered in response, increasing her suction on his thumb.

"You going to let Daddy do things to you? Are you going to let me play with you, and put my thingy in you?" Having come to the conclusion that he could not take it too far for her, he had decided that, although she had started this game, he was going to play it the way he wanted.

Again she whimpered, grinding her ass at his crotch and pressing her breast at his hand harder.

He kissed his way down her neck to the edge of her shoulder, then began working his way back towards her mouth. As he did he tried to extract his thump, but she kept her lips clamped tightly around it, not wanting to let it go. Pulling back he stared down at her. With her lips holding his thumb, her mouth sucking on it, she returned his gaze. The desire in her eyes expressed her building excitement with their game. Reflexively his eyes dropped to her covered sex and he saw a small dark spot where her wetness was beginning to stain the delicate cotton of her panties.

"Oh yes, you are going to be a good little girl for Daddy," he sighed, his eyes rising back to hers, his hand plying at her tit.

Once more the suction on his thumb increased, her eyelids growing heavy.

"Yes, you're going to be a good little girl."

Smiling, his hand continued massaging her tit, molding the little mound through her nighty and teasing her swollen nipple. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. And he whispered to her how she was going to be a good little girl for her Daddy.

Wiggling and sighing Cindy suckled on the thumb between her lips.

Shifting, he started lowering her backward onto the couch, his hand pulling away from her breast and coming up to her face. Following his lead she allowed him to pull his thumb from her mouth, quickly accepting the other one in its place. He used his freed hand to support her as he carefully laid her down on the cushions. This moved her off his lap. She ended up with her legs spread, the one against the couch back, the other dangling over the edge. Frank drew himself up to lean over her, rising on one knee between her legs and his hand by her head. She looked up at him with her cheek cupped by his palm, his thumb locked between her lips. Her nipples poked at the nighty as her chest rose and fell under it. Its hem had been worked up to her waist, completely uncovering her panties, the white cotton contrasting with her skin tone.

Leaning down he applied more soft kisses to the warmth of her features. After some of these he tried to pull his hand from her cheek, and with it his thumb from her mouth. Her eyes grew wide, her lips tight, silently expressing her desire to keep it.

"It's okay, Baby," he reassured her.

"Mmmm," she whimpered sadly, her eyes closing for a second.

Extracting his finger, Frank slowly drew his hand down her body. At her breast he lingered momentarily, his fingers pressing at the hidden mound before moving on to crawl down across her abdomen and to the edge of her nighty. There his hand slipped under the garment. For the first time that night he touched her flesh. He watched her lids droop from the heat of that contact, saw her inhale deeply, her chest rising.

"Yes, such a good little girl," he whispered, his hand slithering up across her quivering abs toward her breast. "Such a good girl."

Inching up to her tit his hand curved around the firm little mound, cupping it.

"Mmmm," she mewed as his fingers squeezed gently.

He held himself above her, watching her while he massaged her breast, molding and plying it. Slipping his hand up, he covered it, his palm flattening her nipple beneath it as he continued to shape her pliant mound. Then he turned his hand again, shifting it so he could hold her hard nipple and pull it, tweaking the little nub a few times then returning to cupping and massaging her tit. Back and forth he went, one moment molding her firm, young breast, the next tugging at the swollen nipple atop it. He watched her shift and wiggle on the couch beneath him, her body responding to his attentions. He felt her arch up to press her tit into his hand, felt her legs bump his as she worked to spread them further open, bend her knees. All the while she looked up at him, her eyes filled by a confused innocence, showing him just how committed she was to the role she was playing.

He leaned down, pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, lifting her head to push her lips harder against his. He drove his tongue at hers. His hand grew heavier on her breast, hungrier. And she lifted herself higher into that hand.

Pulling his lips from hers he kissed the tip of her nose then raised up to smile down at her and whispered; "Lift your nighty, Baby. Pull it up so Daddy can see your titties."

From beneath her heavy lids she looked up at him with hesitation and uncertainty.

"Be a good girl and lift your nighty, Sweetie," he pressed.

Her hands tentatively moved to the garment's hem and began pulling it up her body. She arched her back off the couch so that she could do so unhindered. Inch by inch she exposed herself to him until the nighty was piled above her young breasts.

"Oh, such a beautiful little girl," he sighed happily, looking down to watch his hand squeeze her little tit, its twin beside it.

He stared at the swollen, red nipples perched so delicately atop the two pliant mounds of flesh and lowered his lips to the one he held. He kissed her flesh, planted dozens of gentle kisses along a trail that wound over and across her tit. 

"Ohhh, Daddy," she whispered. "Ohhh yes, Daddy."

Kissing her flesh again and again Frank smothered her breast with affections while keeping his lips away from her nipple. Beneath him Cindy's body gyrated. Each time he drew near the hard nub the gyrating would stop, her body freezing, and her back arching, lifting the nipple toward his mouth. But then Frank would move past it, and she would start to slither beneath him again.

Eventually it was his turn to freeze. He did so with his lips hovering just centimeters above the swollen nipple. His warm breath blew across it, swirled over the fleshy mound he held as an offering to himself. Looking through the tops of his eyes he saw her lift her head slightly, saw her looking down at him over the pile of her nighty's material. That was when he pushed his tongue past his lips and swiped it across the aching red nub. The contact made her frozen body jerk, caused her back to arch and her head to fall back.

Darting his tongue out more and more he swiped it over her nipple with varying degrees of pressure while Cindy's lithe body squirmed beneath him.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she pled, giving voice to her body's desire.

As the last syllable passed her lips Frank dropped his mouth onto her breast, covering her nipple. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive nub as he held her tit in his mouth's wet embrace.

"Ohhh yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her hand coming up to the back of his head and her body pushing her chest at him. "Ohhh yes. Suck my titty, Daddy. Suck my little titty."

Cupping her breast he worked his tongue furiously over and over her swollen nipple while suckling on her flesh in his mouth.

"Mmmm yes, Daddy. Ohhh yes. Suck on my titty, Daddy. Suck my titty."

Her encouragement was not needed. Frank was reveling in the feel of his daughter's firm breast in his mouth, her pliant mound under his squeezing fingers. He was loving the scent of her skin as he sucked and licked her. And he was enjoying her writhing beneath him, her body squirming, her back arching. For long moments he continued suckling her tit. His tongue swirled over and over the flesh in his mouth, stroking the swollen nipple.

Then he pulled himself away, lifting his mouth from the one nipple to quickly drop it toward her other. As he locked his lips over that nipple her body shifted to shove it at him. With this tit in his mouth Frank gave it the same treatment he had given the first, suckling and licking it for a couple minutes.

When he next pulled his mouth away he lifted himself up to gaze down upon her.

She was enthralled by her passion. Her eyes smoldered beneath hooded lids. Her mouth hung open slightly, her bottom lip quivering as she panted past it. Down beyond where his hand was molding her young breast her hips were rolling upon the couch, her legs shifting as the fire in her loins made her flesh shimmer with small beads of sweat. Between her legs the dark spot in her panties had grown.

"You're being such a good girl," he told her, gazing into her eyes. "Such a good little girl."

For just a second her eyes closed and she turned her face away as if uncertain and afraid. Between his legs Frank's cock throbbed in response to her act.

Leaning down he kissed her forehead, her eyelid. "Yes you are, you're being such a good girl for Daddy," he whispered.

Then he locked eyes with her and pulled his hand away from her breast. Releasing the pert mound he drew his fingers down across her abdomen, feeling her muscles quiver under their path.

"Yes you are, Sweetie. You're being Daddy's good girl."

His hand reached the top edge of her panties. He ran a finger back and forth along it a few times before inching it down further.

"Daddy?" She whispered.

"It's okay, Baby. It's okay. You're being such a good girl."

He could sense her legs shifting. He felt them slide a few inches, then freeze for a second, then slide again. The couch cushion shifted under his knee as her hips rolled upon it.

Instead of heading down the center of her panties his fingers slid off to one side. He scored them across the cotton material, down to the bottom edge where he scratched at it some more before pulling them back up. Still avoiding the wet spot, and her pussy beneath, he then drew his fingers across the upper section of her panties, dragging them down the other side. Next he brought them back up to run back and forth across the top of her panties.

She bent her one knee, putting her foot where the cushion met the couch back. Her other leg, while partially bent as well, still hung off the edge. Her hips were rolling and lifting, her pussy following his fingers.

"Daddy?" she repeated, her voice shaking.

"It's okay, Sweetie."

Reducing the weight of his fingers he slid them across and over the wet stain to delve down between her legs. Following the curve of her pelvis he cupped her sex, bumping her clit with the heel of his hand.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she whimpered, her hips jerking.

For the next couple minutes he massaged her pussy through the damp cotton. Up and down his fingers rubbed, over and over the wet material, over and over her slit beneath. Under him she squirmed.

He dragged his hand up toward the top of her panties. He traced the edge, his fingers running lightly back and forth across her flesh. Then he slipped them underneath and down, quickly reaching the top of her pussy then moving further down. They brushed across her clit, dipped down into the wetness of her slit. When they found her opening they froze, only a single centimeter of one digit pressing at the very edge of her canal.

"Daddy?" She whimpered.

"It's okay, Baby. Daddy won't hurt you," he assured her.

He looked down to see his hand disappearing beneath her panties, to see the once pristine material being stretched. He watched her hips roll, freeze, then roll some more under his teasing attention. He watched her entire body quiver with anticipation.

"Daddy?"

She drew his eyes to hers where he saw her hunger. Saw her lust pushing aside her uncertainty and fear. Her bottom lip shivered as she sucked in a breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Daddy, wha . . . Ohhhh."

Frank allowed his finger to enter her up to the first knuckle, pressing it against her wall and rubbing. Cindy's hips spasmed, her ass rising a few inches off the couch. Her sudden movement caused her breasts to catch his attention. He was drawn by the pert mounds, the red and swollen nipples topping them. Feeling his own lust he dropped his mouth to one, planting his lips over it and sucking.

"Ohhh, Daddy. Ohhh yesss, Daddy. Suck my titty. Suck my little titty, Daddy." She moaned, her chest rising with her ass now.

Making small circular motions with his finger he massaged her opening's wall. He felt her entrance spreading. Her hips kept pushing her sex at his hand, trying harder and harder to get more of his finger to enter her. Struggling with his hunger Frank forced himself to maintain the miniscule penetration for a moment, continuing the delicate massage. But the sensation of her gaping hole at his finger tip, the juices soaking into her panties, and the need in her writhing body were taxing his self-control.

"Ohhh, Daddy. Ohhh God, Daddy. What're you doin' to me? What're you doin'?"

The tone of her voice coupled with her words caused Frank to loose his self-battle. His finger drove into her as far as it could.

"Ugghhh," she moaned, her hips jumping off the couch.

He rolled the finger around inside her, hooked it and rubbed at all her inner walls. He pulled it partially out, then stuck it back in, rolling it inside her some more. Restrained by her panties he pumped it in and out of her as best he could.

"Ohhh, Daddy, what are you--. Ohhh God, Daddy."

Pulling his mouth from her breast he raised up to stare down at her. Her head was twisting atop her neck, her pigtails bouncing around with its actions. Her eyes were tightly shut, a tear leaking from one corner. Her mouth hung open, her lip shuddering as she panted and gasped. Below the bunched up nighty her young breasts were topped by her swollen nipples. Her abs quivered as her hips twisted and jerked upon the couch. At the top of her spread legs her heavily stained panties were stretched out of shape. 




Consequences Ch. 09



Uncle Max was torturing me. After taking my virginity he'd told me exactly how he'd known I had Kristopher over - apparently he had security cameras installed in the main rooms of the house as well as his room after he'd found me masturbating on his bed. Had probably been hoping that he'd catch me in some other kind of compromising position and then I'd surprised the hell out of him by inviting Kristopher over to take care of my cherry. I'd been hoping that losing it to some other guy would help me get rid of my sick sexual fascination with my uncle. Instead I'd ended up admitting that I wanted him all to myself and he'd agreed - as long as I took care of all his needs.

Which, right now, meant cooking dinner in the nude with an apron on while he sat at the kitchen table and watched. Supposedly thinking about what punishment I was going to suffer for having brought Kristopher over and making my Uncle leave work early. But I knew that making me wait for it was part of the punishment. I may not have a whole lot of experience, but I was coming up with some pretty scary ideas of things that he might do to me. And at the same time, I felt quite sure that he'd manage something worse than anything I thought up, and that just made the whole situation even more anxiety-ridden. Even worse, I already wanted him again. My deflowered pussy was still dripping with our combined juices and his intense scrutiny was turning me on again. Beneath the apron my hard little nipples were rubbing constantly against the fabric of the apron, tantalizing me even more. 

I shot little glances at my Uncle Max, feeling both excited and fearful. The revelation that he hadn't cared that I wasn't on the pill - the self-satisfied "good" he'd given me when I'd told him - made me wonder exactly what he expected from our... whatever it was we were doing. Even worse, I was so hot for him that I didn't care. As long as he'd have me. I already knew that Kris wouldn't have been able to satisfy this wildness inside of me, this eager darkness that my good girl side had kept hidden for so long. 

After dinner, during which Uncle Max carried on conversation as if there was nothing out of the ordinary to be eating dinner with his naked niece and I did my best to keep up with him. I cleared off the table, keeping an eye on my Uncle. Now that dinner was over something had changed. There was a tension in the air that hadn't been there before, an anticipatory gleam in his eye that told me something was about to happen. Despite my trepidation, I could feel my pussy swelling and moistening in anticipation. As soon as I was done with the dishes and the table had been completely cleared, Uncle Max stood. I faced him, shaking. Wondering. Wanting. 

"Take off the apron." Despite the flimsiness of the fabric, it had at least been some kind of cover. Now there was nothing between my young body and Uncle Max's possessive gaze as it raked over me, taking in my taut nipples, the slickness of my pussy which was already ready for him again. He stared at me lustfully, the hard bulge in his pants testament to his desire for me. "Follow me." 

We went into the living room where he stood next to the couch. Was it time for my punishment? Had he decided what he was going to do to me? My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth dry. 

"Strip me." 

Slowly I took off his t-shirt and then his jeans, freeing his erection which bobbed in front of him, pointing straight at me. I stood back up in front of him, kind of surprised that he hadn't wanted a blow job while I was down on my knees. Instead he traced little circles over my breasts, coming close to my aching nipples but never quite touching them. 

"So you want sex," he murmured, bringing up a second hand to torment my sensitive flesh. I arched my back, silently begging him to touch my nipples. "Not such a good girl after all are you?" 

Whatever answer I could have given turned into a moan as he pinched my nipples hard. Electric heat shot through me, straight to my pussy as he rubbing his fingers back and forth, rolling the poor little buds in his harsh grip. 

"Please," I begged, unsure if I was asking him to stop or for more. A cruel, pleased smile twisted his lips. 

"Do you want sex, little niece?" I shuddered. I felt like Uncle Max enjoyed reminding me of our familial connection. As if I could forget. Even worse, it only seemed to turn me on more. My nipples were spiky with pain but my pussy was throbbing with need. 

"Yes please," I said, pleading in my voice. 

He laughed. "So polite. Alright sweet slut. I've decided on your punishment. We're going to have sex until you can't walk straight." 

My body heated at his words. More sex? Yeah, sounded like a real punishment. But I didn't let my disdain for his idea of a punishment show on my face. I wanted sex. That was the whole point. So I wasn't going to argue. Sitting down on the couch, my Uncle reached for me, making me straddle his lap. I had a sudden, visceral memory of being in just this position while his fingers wriggled inside me and my face heated as he pressed his face to my breasts, nipping at my tender nipples. I groaned a little, as the pain mingled with pleasure. My nipples were quickly becoming sore. I didn't mind sex, but I hoped he eased up on my nipples soon. 

The velvet head of his erection rubbed between my pussy lips and I groaned again, this time in eagerness. Positioning me over him with his hands he rubbed me back and forth and then began to push me down. I gasped a little at how big he felt in this position, my body fighting against the intrusion. I was more sore now, having already been fucked once. It suddenly occurred to me that my nipples might not be the only things becoming sore... is that what he meant by sex until I couldn't walk straight? 

"Put your hands on my shoulders and ride me," he commanded, looking up at me with heat in his eyes. Even on bottom he was firmly in control. A shudder rippled through me as I followed his order, my hands gripping the hard muscles of his shoulders, my thighs spreading as I gained traction to begin moving up and down on him. Holy crap, the sensation was intense. His hard cock rubbing against my inner walls, thankfully slick enough to keep it from being a painful friction, but my inner muscles were unaccustomed to this activity and spasmed hard. 

Now I was starting to understand why hours and hours of sex might be a punishment for me, considering that I wasn't used to this. And still, STILL, it didn't stop me from wanting him. Not yet at least. I rode him hard, enjoying the unadulterated lust on his face as he watched me bounce up and down on top of him. I became completely wanton, his hands filled with my ass, my breasts bobbling in his face, as I gyrated on top of him. This position gave me new power and the soreness of my pussy was quickly abated by the building orgasm. Uncle Max's hands moved me, forcing me to go faster and faster, ride him harder as cries of ecstasy escaped me. Teeth caught at my nipples, making me clench down on his thrusting cock at the exquisite spikes of painful pleasure. 

"OH UNCLE MAX!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me, my clit rubbing hard against him, trapped between our bodies. My pussy tightened down, the sore muscles quivering around him as he continued to buck underneath me, growing even bigger and harder inside me. I screamed with rapture as he swelled, feeling the shooting jets of frothy cum spurting inside of me. Possibly impregnating me. 

The thought only sent me surging into another wave of extreme pleasure, my pussy sucking at his cock as if I could milk his cum from him. Quivering, I slumped over, resting my head on his shoulder as he gripped and massaged my ass, his cock slowly deflating inside of me. I moaned a little, but I also felt rather smug. Okay, so I was sore. But everyone knows that it takes men longer than women to recover from a bout of sex. Look at how long it took Uncle Max between deflowering me and now... we had an entire meal in between! My pussy was a little sore again now, sure, but I'd recover before he did. Almost as if he could sense my defiance, Uncle Max pushed me off his lap and down to my knees in front of the couch. Gripping my hair in his hand he brought my mouth to his sex covered cock, now laying softly between his legs. 

"Lick me clean," he ordered as he reached over and turned on the television. The musky smell of our combined juices filled my nose as I began to lap softly at his crotch, dragging my tongue along the flaccid flesh. Soft like this it didn't seem nearly so intimidated. I ran my tongue around the grooves of his balls, over his upper thighs and across his pubic bone, before returning to clean his penis. The entire time his hand stayed entwined in my hair, directing me, controlling me. I couldn't deny how hot that made me. Once he was clean he held me right in front of him. "Suck me."

I pulled his flaccid cock into my mouth, enjoying being able to easily fit the whole appendage in without any trouble. Soft he had a slightly different texture and I ran my tongue around it. The organ jerked in my mouth, surprising me. To my horror it swelled a little and I stopped sucking. Uncle Max pinched my sore nipple, hard, making me yelp.

"Keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

My anxiety had returned. I laved my tongue over his flesh, resuming my suckling of his dick. He hummed his appreciation and sat back, continuing to watch TV. About five minutes later my jaw was a little sore and Uncle Max was already slowly coming back to life, swelling and lengthening inside my mouth. I was horrified. Men weren't supposed to recover this quickly were they? Especially considering that he was so much older than me! Unfortunately I couldn't figure out a way to slow him down without earning more punishment. 

Once he was at half staff he reached out and began caressing my breasts with surprisingly gentle hands. I moaned a little, realizing that he was definitively going to be hard in a much shorter amount of time than I thought it would take him. Reaching down to my pussy, I brushed my hand over myself and found that I was definitely tender. But at the same time, I couldn't help it that Uncle Max's gentle touch on my breasts was definitely turning me on. Gentle was not what I equated him with, but obviously he knew more about female bodies than I knew about males. His hands cupped, caressed, kneaded and teased, even his touch on my nipples felt good despite the fact that they were sore. My moans only encouraged him, the meat in my mouth getting heavier against my tongue and I began to move my head back and forth a little to keep from gagging. 

"Fuck little niece," Uncle Max groaned, letting his head fall back. As he leaned away his hands left my breasts and rested on top of my head, controlling my movements. Which turned me on just as much, if not more, than his hands on my breasts. While I had accepted that my Uncle would use my body exclusively, I hadn't realized how hot it was to feel like his little toy, on my knees between his legs, sucking him off while he watched television. I'd been a good girl for so long, all of my goals leaning towards a college degree, followed by a job, a house and a family. But right now all I could think about was how sexy I felt, how good it felt to be breaking out of my mold and revel in my freedom. In some way, I was still being a good girl, because I was doing exactly what my Uncle wanted. And my grandmother had told me to behave for him. 

Freedom had never tasted so delicious. 

Once he was fully hard in my mouth Uncle Max grasped my hair and pulled me up, spinning me around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. Before I knew what was happening, he was shoving into me from behind, hard and relentless. I cried out as my core parted for him, this new position somehow enhancing my submissive position to him. I couldn't see his face nor he mine, I was nothing more to him than a back and a hole to thrust into, a series of feminine moans rising into the air, and a hank of hair still clasped in his hand. At least that's what I thought, that's what I felt like, until his free hand rested on my butt cheek, his thumb rubbing against my anus as he rode me from behind. 

"You've got such a sweet little body, Jenny," he said, grunting as he shoved into me, pushing me back and forth on his hard rod. My sore pussy quivered around his hard rod, my clit spasming every time his balls slapped against the hard little nub. His touch on my anus both frightened and excited me. It felt surprisingly good, an entire new bundle of nerves for him to play with, but I didn't think I was ready for that kind of thing yet. On the other hand, the knowledge that I couldn't stop him if he decided to take me there sent a flood of gushing wetness to my abused pussy. "I'm going to enjoy your hot little mouth, this tight little cunt, and eventually your sweet ass. You're mine, niece, all mine." And his thumb pressed into me, sending a convulsion through me as my inner walls clenched around him in response. I whimpered. It hadn't occurred to me that my forbidden lust for my Uncle was matched by his lust for me, I'd thought that any woman would do for him, but the possessively triumphant tone in his voice revealed the truth. Me. He wanted me.

I felt like a bitch in heat, down on my hands and knees. I knew this was what people called doggy style. And that's what I was. My uncle's sweet little bitch, his sex toy of a niece. Despite the soreness between my thighs I could already feel another orgasm building, the tugging on my hair and the thumb puncturing my anus only driving me even wilder. I began to push back against my Uncle's body, feeling my ass cheeks jiggle every time his groin bounced off of my soft curves. 

"Oh fuck... Uncle Max..." I kept moaning his name and various pleas and curses as he pistoned back and forth inside of me, the muscles in my arms starting to quake. My elbows buckled and I went down on my forearms, my sore nipples rubbing against the nubby fabric of the carpet, providing me with an entirely new sensation. With Uncle Max's hand in my hair, pulling my head back, my back was arched beautifully, pushing my breasts down and keeping my ass high as he violated me. The thumb in my ass pushed in farther and I cried out, every nerve in my body fizzing, like the first sizzles of a fourth of July sparkler. 

The orgasm hit me hard, my body helplessly writhing before my Uncle, my inner muscles clenching uselessly with this new workout, trying to hold his dick inside of me, but he just kept moving. I could feel him swelling and tears sparked my eyes at the intensity of the almost painful pleasure as he began to spurt inside of me. This time he didn't hold himself still though, he rode me all throughout his own orgasm, his plowing thrusts brutally hard as he wallowed in my body, giving me sobbing wave after wave of shuddering release. 

I collapsed before him, my entire body quivering from sexual exhaustion, and my cheek pressed into the carpet. My ass was still in the air, but not as high as it had been before, and I could feel cum dripping down the insides of my thighs. After giving me a few minutes to recover, Uncle Max picked me up and carried me up to his bed like I weighed nothing. He left me alone in his bed and I fell asleep immediately.

He woke me up four times that night. By the morning I really couldn't walk right and I was begging him to let me give him a blow job instead. To my horror I'd found that my Uncle had incredible sexual stamina. I spent Sunday crawling and resting on my stomach, thankful that he'd deemed my red, leaking pussy a good enough punishment.



Consequences Ch. 09



Frank's own desires were urging him on, making him want to climb between those spread legs and stick his cock deep inside her. He wanted to pump himself at her wet pussy until he came. But he forced himself to wait, instead continuing to do it with his finger and his limited access.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. What're you doin', Daddy?"

After another couple minutes he pulled his finger from her pussy. Cindy whimpered over the loss. She opened her eyes to look up at him questioningly.

Shifting around, he sat back on the couch, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties. Drawing them down her legs he watched her beautiful sex being reveled. Her swollen labia shined wetly, her opening at the center, gaping and visible. Her surrounding flesh was puffy, red, and glimmering, the little patch of soft, downy fur at the top shimmering with her juices as well. Pulling the panties off, he tossed them aside. His hand then reached for her, cupping her pelvis, his fingers delving into the wetness of her slit once again, one of them pushing into her. He began to pump his finger at her, pump it in and out of her. He watched the digit entering her again and again, watched her lips wrap around it, cling to it.

Cindy's hips rose up, giving her body to the digit. She lay there, her hips humping upon the couch, while her dad finger-fucked her. Higher up, her head lulled back, her eyes clamping shut again. Her hands came up to lay on her chest, clasped together.

Shifting again, he lowered his face down between her legs. Once there he inhaled her intoxicating aroma. He stared at his pumping finger, and above it her swollen clit protruding out from beneath its hood. Leaning in, his tongue flickered out, stabbing the swollen little nub.

"Ohhh Daddy," she cried, her hips spasming again.

Again his tongue flashed out to stab her clit. This time it remained buried against the nub, pressing and lapping at it while his finger continued pumping in and out of her.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God, Daddy, that feels good. It feels so good, Daddy"

Her hips rolled beneath him, they rose up to push herself at him, at his face. He tasted her juices as they flowed freely, coating his finger heavily.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God yes, Daddy."

He looked up along her body, saw her abs tightening, saw her hands grasping one another urgently upon her chest. He saw her starting to arch, her back lifting off the couch as her feet dug into the cushion edges. And he knew that she was nearing an orgasm.

His finger drove in and out of her pussy. He lapped at her clit, pressing his tongue flat against it and humming, the vibrations of his vocal cords traveled along his tongue to the sensitive nub.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. Ohhh God yes," her cries were growing louder, her voice filled with tears while her hips jerked and she ground her pussy against his face.

He met her pressure, shoving his tongue against her clit and humming more. He pushed his finger in and out of her faster, twisting and twirling it inside her.

"Ohhh, it's sooo good," her body arched higher, her hips pressing at him.

Moaning to keep his tongue vibrating he lapped at her clit, stabbing at it as fast as he could. He pumped his finger into her, pulling it out then shoving it back in fast and hard. Still watching her, he saw her body start to tense and relax as her orgasm grew nearer. Soon she began twisting and jerking awkwardly.

He wrapped his arm around her thigh, using it to help him plant his tongue against her clit. His finger drove in and out of her. Concentrating on these actions, he closed his eyes as he felt her body begin to jump and jerk, her orgasm crashing through her.

"Ohhh-ugghhh. Ohhh God, Daddy. Ohhh God. Wha-What are you doin'? Ohhh."

He felt her hips snap and roll, felt her body arching, her muscles tensing. Her pussy clenched at his finger, the walls grabbing at the digit as he fucked her with it.

"Ohhh yes. Ohhh God yes, Daddy. What are you doin'? Wha . . . Ohhh."

Again and again her pelvis ground into his face, cramming her clit against his tongue. Her juices ran out of her, making her sex shine and dripping down along the crack of her ass. She moaned out, crying as her body was rocked by the explosions going off inside her.

After several minutes the orgasm began to recede, her body relaxed, it dropped back onto the couch as she mewed quietly.

Raising up, he looked down at her. Her young body glistened with little beads of sweat. Her pussy clung to his finger as he now simply twisted it inside her. Her chest heaved with her labored breaths, her hands still clasped atop it, her arms partially concealing her firm breasts. She returned his gaze, her shaded eyes filled with passion.

"Am I being a good girl, Daddy?" She whispered.

Her words nearly made Frank cum in his sweats. He had to fight the urge to rip the bottoms off and shove himself into her. Instead he pulled his finger from her, drawing himself up to kneel between her spread legs and hover above her, suspended by a hand on the back of the couch. His free hand brushed loose strands of hair away from her face.

"Yes, you are. You're being a very good girl. Now you're going to help Daddy feel good like you just did."

Her eyes slid away from his. They traveled down to where his cock bulged under his sweats. Blood pumped into the shaft, making it throb visibly.

"Daddy?" She whispered hesitantly.

"Reach inside Daddy's sweats, Baby. Reach in and play with what you find."

"What is it?" She asked, her eyes coming back up to his.

"It's just Daddy's cock, Baby."

"Daddy's cock?" Tentatively her hands lifted off her chest and started reaching down along his body.

"Yes. It's nothing to be afraid of. Go ahead, Sweetheart, reach in there."

"Will I be your good girl if I do?"

"Yes, Baby, you'll be Daddy's good girl."

She reached the waistband. One delicate hand pulled it away from him so the other could slip inside, her fingers instinctively wrapping themselves around the hard shaft they found. She sighed as she gripped the rigid pole, her eyes closing for a second, and her whole body shifting slightly.

"It's so hard, Daddy," she whispered, looking up at him as she stroked the shaft, her fingers tugging, her grip tightening even as his precum coated them. "And so big."

Suspended above her, Frank watched his pigtailed little girl squirm upon the couch, her hips rolling, her feet lifting her ass off the cushion, showing her hunger. Once more his hand dipped down between her legs, cupping her sex, his fingers playing in her juices, the tips brushing past her opening again and again, making her hips jump each time.

"Am I a good girl, Daddy?" She sighed after a minute.

"Oh yes, Baby, you're a very good girl."

He stared down into her lustful gaze, watched her bottom lip quiver as she sucked in a breath, watched her eyelids grow heavier and heavier, a couple tears slipping from the corners. Her hand tugged harder at him, her hips lifted another inch into the air.

"I like being a good girl for you Daddy."

Struggling against his desire to hurry up and fuck her, Frank felt the last of his willpower being destroyed by her words. Pulling his hand from her sex he grabbed the waistband of his sweats. Her one hand still held it as well and together they worked them down. Piling the material around his ankles he lowered himself toward her as she guided him to her waiting pussy. The tip of his cock pressed between her labia, finding her opening, her juices mixing with his precum.

"Daddy, what are you gonna do?" She whimpered, her body freezing in place.

"I'm going to put it inside you," he told her.

"Isn't it too big?" She gasped, making her eyes grow wide.

"No Baby, it'll be okay," he grinned.

Now holding himself up with both arms he pushed his hips toward her. When the head entered her she pulled her hand up to join the other upon her chest. Turning her face away she closed her eyes tightly as he pushed inch after inch of his cock into her. He stared down at where their bodies were joining, watching his cock slowly disappear into his daughter.

"Oh yes, Baby, that's a good girl," he groaned as her warmth enveloped him.

Cindy's hips rose up to meet him, helping him bury his cock in her. They ground against one another, their crotches rubbing, pressing.

"Such a good little girl," he sighed.

His words got her to turn her face back to him, returning his gaze. Her mouth hung open, her labored breaths panting. Her lids were heavy, her eyes smoldering with her desire from beneath them. 

Pulling his hips back he withdrew part of his cock from her, then he slowly pressed himself forward again, reinserting it. Her hips fell away, then lifted to meet him. Once more they ground themselves together, his cock inside her, her juices coating him. He pulled back a second time, then gradually refilled her.

Switching his weight to a single hand, he brought the other to her face. He cupped her cheek, brushed her lips with his thumb again. Her eyes darted away as she drew the digit into her mouth, sucking on it as her hips ground up against him.

"Oh yes, Daddy's good little girl."

Again he pulled back, this time withdrawing most of his cock. When only the head remained in her pussy's wet embrace he drove his hips forward, slamming himself into her.

"Mmmm," she moaned around his thumb, her head falling back, her eyes clamping shut.

Hovering above her he pulled back and drove himself into her again and again, grinding his crotch at her momentarily between the assaults. With each forceful penetration her head rolled, her pigtails flopped around. A couple more tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her hands on her chest remained clasped together. He felt her tongue swipe across his thumb as she whimpered and moaned.

"Oh yes, you're being such a good girl for Daddy. Such a good little girl," he hissed, his hips ramming forward again. "Taking Daddy's cock. Taking Daddy's big cock in your sweet little pussy. Yes, you're being such a good girl for Daddy."

He pumped himself into her, driving his cock into the wetness of her sex with growing need. He watched her ass bounce on the couch from the force of his penetrations, watched her hips rock beneath him.

"You're being such a good girl, taking Daddy's cock. Letting Daddy fuck you. Letting Daddy fuck his little girl."

He raised his eyes to catch hers falling away. They were wide and wet with tears. She sucked harder on his thumb, drawing at it hungrily. Her clasped hands jerked as if restraining themselves.

"Oh yes, you're such a good girl," he hissed. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

She whimpered louder, her hips ratcheting up to meet him as his cock pistoned in and out of her. Wet, sloppy sounds rose up from their crotches as he drove himself into her.

"Take Daddy's cock. Take it like a good girl. Take it in your sweet little pussy."

Her body was starting to arch, her back lifting up as she met his fucking actions, her hips ramming themselves at him faster and harder with each thrust. Beneath a layer of soft sweat her muscles were beginning to tense. Her pussy was clamping onto him, her walls clenching around his shaft, tightening.

"God, your pussy is so wet, so tight. You're being such a good girl, taking Daddy's big cock."

As her body continued to tense and strain, her back arching higher, they drove themselves at each other. Frank crammed his cock deep into her sex with each forward thrust. Cindy whimpered and cried, her rising hips adding to the power of his penetrations. 

"Oh yes, fuck Daddy's cock, Baby. Fuck your Daddy's cock."

Suddenly her hands broke free of one another. They shot up to grab at his shoulders, her nails scrapping at his skin. As her body stretched up off the couch her head snapped back and her mouth released his thumb.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God yes," she moaned as her orgasm washed over her.

Beneath him she twisted and jerked, her muscles constricting then releasing. Her ass hopped and jumped as she drove herself onto his cock, her pussy locking around it and squeezing. Her neck bent back, her head rolling with it, her pigtails flipping.

"Letting Daddy fuck you. Being Daddy's good girl. Letting him put his cock in your little pussy."

"Ohhh yes, Daddy. It's so big inside me."

Frank continued to slam himself into her, driving his cock in and out of her sex forcefully. He rammed his hips forward, pulled back, then rammed them forward again. Since she had released his thumb he once more supported himself with both hands which allowed him to drive into her even harder. This drew his own climax near its release.

"Oh yes, Baby, oh yes. Letting Daddy fuck his little girl, his good little girl," he gasped, struggling to maintain control.

"It's so big, Daddy. So big. Ohhh yes Daddy. Ohhh yesss."

Her orgasm rocketing through her, her pussy clenched tighter around his shaft, squeezing and milking him. Her jerking body slammed into him, rammed her sex along his cock as she moaned and cried.

"Ohhh yes, Daddy. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your little girl Daddy. Ohhh yes, ohhh God yes."

He felt his cum wanting release. He pounded himself into her, driving his hips forward as hard as possible a few more times then freezing with his cock buried deep inside her.

"Oh God yes, Baby," he groaned, his cock twitching.

He ground himself against her, cramming every last centimeter of his cock into her. He felt it jerk, felt it begin to unleash his load.

"Oh God, I'm cumming inside you Baby."

"Yes Daddy, yes. Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Cum in my little pussy."

Beneath him he saw Cindy's orgasm grow. Her back arched even higher off the couch, cramming her crotch into his, grinding and humping herself on his shaft. Her head twisted and snapped, her pigtails bouncing.

"Ohhh God Daddy, cum in your little girl."

As the last of his semen squirted into her he continued to grind against her, his vision filled by the sight of his orgasmic daughter. Her arched body was tight, her muscles straining under her sweat coated flesh. Her open mouth and clenched eyes part of her ecstasy contorted features. Eventually her orgasm started to fade and her body relaxed. It dropped back to the couch where she lay panting for air, shuddering through the aftershocks. As she slowly began to settle down she opened her eyes.

"Am I Daddy's good girl?" She asked, coyly gazing up at him.

"Oh yes, Sweetheart. Yes, you are," he sighed, thrilled by her remaining in character.

"Next time I think you should put your big cock in my little ass. Will you do that, Daddy? Will you?"

"If that's what Daddy's little girl wants, I will."

"Goody," she smiled, her hips rolling on the cushions.

Minutes later he watched her disappear toward her room, her firm ass cheeks barely peeking out from under the rumpled nighty.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 10



Secretly Julie admitted that she enjoyed most of the things Frank had called on her for. Some of them had brought her a great deal of pleasure and she found herself anxiously awaiting his next demand.

Then, on Tuesday evening, he made a surprising announcement. He told her that he only had one more event planned.

"It'll be on Saturday, and I'll explain more then," he told her. "After that we can discuss the whole situation and what we'll do if we decide to stay together."

She immediately fell into a state of nervous anticipation. This was the first time he had given her any advance notice and it stoked her arousal. She tried guessing what it might be, but to no avail. He had still not shared her, not with another woman, or other men, which were two things he had spent time talking about over the years. But she now knew, after the spanking, that there were some things which he had never mentioned.

Then she thought about Cindy. Suddenly, fear filled her as she imagined Frank having their daughter be the other woman. She had been closely watching the pair and was sure that their incestuous relationship continued. While she had no way of knowing if the girl would be willing to do anything with her mother, the fact that she was fucking her father made it seem like a possibility. If Julie ended up enjoying sex with the girl it would offer Frank the perfect protection against any backlash for screwing Cindy in the first place. And, with everything else Julie had found enjoyable, the idea of her also enjoying her daughter was not too farfetched. Memories of the way the girl had acted the one night Julie had spied on them, the dirty way she had talked, filled her thoughts. Concerned, she recognized how those acts effected her, how they had then, and how their memory was now.

So she started bouncing between emotions; one minute excited by the coming Saturday and its possibilities, the next fearful and concerned. She told herself over and over that she did not want Cindy and her to be Frank's plan, but then she would catch herself daydreaming about it an hour later.

Coming in from work on Friday she found Frank waiting for her in the bedroom with a couple of shopping bags. From them he pulled a short, light blue sun dress with a plunging neckline, a lacy lingerie set, just a shade lighter, and a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels.

"This is what you'll wear tomorrow," he told her. "Be ready at five."

She spent the next day watching the clock, her nerves nearly driving her crazy. At three she jumped in the shower and shortly after was standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in the lingerie. The bra displayed her breasts nicely, leaving the right amount of flesh and curves exposed. Lower on her body the panties performed the same task even better.

With butterflies in her stomach she donned the dress and heels then headed for the kitchen where Frank sat with a drink.

"You look good," he sighed thickly, his eyes crawling over her shapely body.

"Thank you. I think I'll have a drink too," she said, wanting to settle her nerves.

"Have a couple," his lips curled into a mischievous smirk that made her even more nervous.

"Where's Cindy?" She asked, unable to stop herself.

"She went out with some friends, won't be home till late," he shrugged.

Julie released a small sigh of relief. This meant she would not be expected to eat her daughter's pussy. Not tonight at least.

From there the time ticked by slowly. She ended up pouring herself a second drink. As the clocked reached the designated hour she thought her nerves were settling down, but when the doorbell rang she jumped.

"Go ahead and answer that," Frank chuckled.

On shaky legs she made her way to the front door and turned the knob.

"Wow!" One of the men declared, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her.

"Damn," the second man agreed.

Oh shit, Julie thought, recognizing the pair as two of Frank's coworkers.

Once again her emotions began bouncing from one extreme to another.

She regularly saw Jim and Chuck at company outings and when Frank hosted get-togethers during football season. They were good looking, and she had flirted with them over the years, so the idea of being intimate with them had its appeal. Additionally it seemed a little extra naughty, the idea that Frank would be sharing her with these men who she knew. It added an extra sense of excitement to the whole thing, one that she had not expected.

Yet at the same time it kind of bothered her too, the fact that these were men she and Frank socialized with regularly. Men who she would someday be serving snacks to while they sat remembering how she had sucked their cocks and took them into her pussy. Somehow she had failed to consider this possibility, that it might be men she would have to face afterwards. For some reason she had imagined it would be strangers, or at least rarely seen acquaintances. This aspect of it made it seem wrong somehow.

So she stood there, cast between the excitement and the fear.

As the pair moved past her they openly stared down at her cleavage, wide grins on their faces. She felt herself blushing slightly and followed them into the living room where Frank met them. The three men stepped to the bar while she slipped into the kitchen and chugged down the last of her drink.

Setting the glass down, she thought over her options. She could either keep her mouth shut, go along with everything, and deal with the consequences afterward. Or she could try to get Frank to change his mind, explain her concerns and hope he would understand. For a moment she even allowed herself to think it might work. Then she remembered his smirk, and his demanding attitude, and she knew it would not.

Trying to resign herself to the situation, she one again thought about the future and how these men would be looking at her in her shorts during football games and company picnics, remembering her wet pussy wrapped around their hard shafts. Electricity sparked down her spine, the combination of the situation's dirtiness and its scariness affecting her. She found that she needed to hold onto the table's edge to steady herself. While she listened to the men laughing in the other room she poured another drink. Then the doorbell rang and her fingers locked down on the table edge, her mind and body frozen in uncertainty. She wondered if the doorbell was a fluke, if it was just someone who happened to stop by, or if it was someone else Frank had invited to share in the evening's activities.

The second hand on the wall clock crawled along its path. The doorbell rang again.

"You gonna get that?" Frank's voice called out, his tone answering her question.

Taking a long sip of her drink she force herself to step from the kitchen confidently. Keeping her eyes averted from Frank and their guests she walked across the room and to the door where she found two more friends standing on the stoop. Like their predecessors, Ken and Bill both "wowed" over her appearance and openly ogled her. She showed them to the living room where they joined the others at the bar, then she once more slipped back into the kitchen to use the table to steady herself. A couple minutes later she sensed Frank sliding up beside her.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Frank--," she hesitated. Believing herself resigned to things, she had not thought about what she would say if given the chance. Now that he was giving her that chance, she discovered she was not even sure what she wanted to do. "Frank--."

There were four of them, five counting Frank. That was two more than she had ever had, two more than she had ever thought of being with. While this fact added to her fear, it also added to her excitement. Like the first two, Ken and Bill were flirt buddies so there was no problem there. Still she could not stop herself from questioning the judgment of Frank sharing her with men they were around regularly. Yet she also could not deny how the thought of them staring at her in the future, remembering this night and her body, was making her feel.

"Yes?" He pressed.

"I just, um--."

"You just what? You just don't want to go through with it? Or you just can't wait?" His voice was rough, but amused.

"I just . . . I'm not sure," she whispered.

"You're not sure? Well you were sure when you lied to me, when you had an affair," his tone lost its amusement. "You were sure when you let those other assholes use your body in front of me. And our daughter."

For a split-second Julie considered using his mention of Cindy as an opening to confront him on that subject, but quickly decided against it.

"So this is the deal," he continued. "You took my fantasy and messed it up. Now I'm either gonna get it back, or I'm through. You will be nice to us. You will do everything we say. And if you think your pussy was sore after those others were done with you . . . Now, you can call it quits, and we can contact a lawyer Monday morning. But it seems kind of silly to come this far, just to back down. Still, it is your choice. And you don't have a lot of time to make it."

With that he walked out, leaving her alone to closing her eyes, inhale deeply, and lift her glass to her lips.

It seemed like only a minute when he called for her to join them, making it decision time. Finishing her drink she set the glass down and walked into the living room where she found their guests sitting on the couch and in chairs. Frank motioned for her to join him by the television in front of them and as she walked to him she felt their eyes crawling over her body. When she got next to him, Frank draped an arm around her shoulders, his hand resting on her arm. The warmth of the contact reached down through her entire body, warming her blood. She stood there, in front of their guests, unable to meet their hungry stares, her eyes staring at the floor.

"Just to clarify again guys, you each have expressed an interest in my wife. Mostly by leering at her when you thought I wasn't looking." Everyone chuckled at his punch-line delivery. "So tonight we're gonna have some fun. In essence, she is not my wife tonight, she is a slut for us to do with as we please. Now of course she is my wife, so there are some limitations, such as no slapping or hitting. And after tonight, she returns to being my wife, once again off limits to all of you. Remember, I am a gun owner."

This time their chuckles carried slightly less humor.

"The way this is gonna start is with her being our waitress, general eye-candy, and intermission entertainment. While we watch a movie she's gonna stand next to the TV and keep our drinks fresh. We'll pause the movie a few times, during which she'll make her way around the room and get a little better acquainted with everyone." There were quiet cheers of approval at this. "After the movie, we'll see where things go."

Stepping away to take his own seat, Frank told her to go ahead and refresh all their drinks before he started the movie. On shaky legs she moved to stand in front of each of them, taking and returning their glasses one-by-one. Although she tried, she still could not meet their gazes and her own eyes remained downcast, even as she took her post beside the TV.

The movie was a classic action flick and at first the men seemed torn between watching it and mentally undressing her. After a few minutes she managed to lift her own eyes enough to glance around at their legs, and slightly higher. When she did she spotted a couple of bulges already appearing at some crotches. She blushed as she realized what this meant; that these men were getting aroused by staring at her. They were sitting there imagining what she would look like naked, or what they were going to be doing to her in a little while, and they were getting aroused. It was very flattering.

Then she realized something else. She had thought the decision to go through with tonight had been hard to make, but in truth she knew she would do it all along. She knew she would let Frank share her with these men because the idea was too exciting not to do it. It did not matter that they were friends, or that she would have to face them next month at the company outing. In fact that made it even better. The idea that they would spend the company picnic looking at her, thinking about her and this night was intoxicating. It made her flesh tingle and her blood steam, it made her loins smolder with an awakening heat.

Lost in her thoughts she did not hear Bill call for her to refresh his drink at first. But when she did she walked over to him, her hips swaying with a little more confidence. He made her bend way over to fill his glass and stared at her cleavage. Stepping back to her post she saw a couple of the others gulping at their drinks, trying to empty them quickly.

Only one of them managed to call for a refill before Frank paused the movie for the first intermission.

"Why don't you make-out with each guy while sitting in our laps," he said, his tone removing the question in his words.

Ken sat the furthest from her husband. As she stepped over to him she felt herself being filled with excited nerves. She let him pull her into his lap and watched him winch as his enthusiasm caused her to plop awkwardly onto his semi-erect cock. But he quickly recovered and drew her down into him, his arms wrapping around her as their lips met. Folding into him she kissed him back, opening her mouth to accept his tongue. His strong arms held her, mashed their bodies together. They kissed again and again, their lips parting, reconnecting. Ken's hands moved over her body, one minute caressing her torso and coming teasingly close to her breast, the next rubbing her outer thigh, sliding along the edge of her dress. His one hand slipped to the back of her head, his fingers tugging at her hair gently. He pulled his mouth from hers, bent her neck back slightly and leaned in to nibble at her throat for a few seconds. Then he returned to pressing his lips to hers. Her passion grew. The embers within her loins began to smolder hotly, causing her juices to start flowing. Between kisses she inhaled hungrily, her breathing labored, heavy. She felt his cock throb beneath her ass and she ground herself against it.

After a few minutes they separated and she slowly rose from his lap. She next allowed herself to be pulled into Jim's lap, to be folded in against him, embraced by his strong arms. As their tongues slid over one another his hand slipped to the underside of her breast, his fingers scratching at it through her dress. Wiggling her ass around she located his cock and pressed her body down against it. Again their actions stirred her arousal, made the heat in her loins radiate out and warm her entire body.

Her breathing was even heavier when she next moved to Chuck's lap. Rather than having her sit sideways, he had her straddle his lap, spreading her legs open across his thighs. His arms pulled her into him, smashing both her tits against his chest. Then his hands slid to her sides where they caressed her a few times before resting just beneath her breasts, his thumbs brushing at the mounds. Blood rushed to her nipples, making them stiffen inside her bra. They kissed, their lips pressed together, their tongues swirling against each other. His throbbing cock bulged in his pants, pressing up against her crotch and her body responded, growing hotter, her pussy growing wetter.

Like Chuck, Bill had her straddle him. But once he had drawn her down against him, their lips pressed together, tongues swirling, his hands slid back around to cup her ass. His fingers squeezed her cheeks, their tips brushing at her flesh along the dress' hiked-up hem. The delicate contact sent sparks shooting along her flesh, fanning her smoldering embers. His cock throbbed at the inside of her thigh and as she shifted to press her crotch against it she whimpered quietly.

Climbing from his lap she walked to Frank on unsteady legs. He pulled her into his lap sideways and drew her in against him, smashing her body into his. He lightly kissed her then leaned back to stare into her eyes beneath their heavy lids.

"Enjoying yourself?" He whispered.

The time in the other's laps had affected her; the men's lips on hers, their arms pressing her body against theirs. She was becoming lost in her passion, her mind clouded by it, so she was unable to answer him verbally, but could only return his heated gaze. That was good enough though. Smiling, he placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into his. Their lips met, pressing together in a passionate kiss. Again her body responded, her flesh and her sex warming with the electricity racing through her. When they stopped Frank helped her climb from his lap and then held her hand while she took several deep breaths and steadied her legs for the walk back to her post beside the TV.

The men allowed her the time to gather herself before they started calling for their drinks to be refreshed. As she walked from one to the other she took long looks at the bulges now so evident at their crotches and surges of pride washed through her. Taking their glasses to the bar and back she felt them watching her closely, their eyes devouring her swaying hips and flushed skin, and she found the sensation arousing. She knew they were looking at her with their own hunger; wanting her, desiring her, their lust roaring because of her. And hers was roaring because of them. The idea that she had just been sitting in their laps, in all their laps, making-out with each of them was affecting her in this, making their lustful stares enticing.

After refreshing all their drinks she took the opportunity to get herself another one. Once more returning to her post, she stood nervously spinning back and forth slightly, the hem of the dress swishing lightly with her movements. Although Frank restarted the movie she now sensed the men looking at her more than the TV screen. She tried to keep her eyes downcast, but they kept slipping up to glance at their bulges. Each new sighting sent shivers racing through her, making her anxious for the next intermission to arrive.

And because of this it seemed to take forever before it did.

Pausing the movie again Frank told her to repeat her earlier acts. This time she folded into Ken's lap more freely, as she did the others after him. As expected the men were hornier now, and therefore more handsy. Ken immediately reached up to cup and massage her tits through the dress. She felt her nipples grow hard, felt them send hungry messages along her nerves. As their tongues dueled, her body made her push her chest harder into his grasp, making him squeeze and manipulate her fleshy mounds with more force. She became lost in the sensations being stimulated in her and hesitated when their time was called, lingering with her lips to his for a moment longer. When she did pull herself from his lap her chest heaved with her ragged breathing.

Moving from one man to the next she let them each caress and massage her body, her breasts, her ass. She ground herself against their throbbing bulges, wiggling and squirming to feel their cocks at her crotch. She shoved her tits into their hands. The mounds ached more with each cupping, every massage. Deep inside her she felt the desire for them to be handled freely, to be released from her clothing and to be touched directly. She kissed the men passionately, her lips firmly to theirs, her tongue swirling with theirs. She moaned into their mouths, whimpered when she had to pull away to move on. By the time she got to Bill her embers had ignited into fires, she felt their flames burning inside her as her pussy grew damp.

Then she again approached Frank on weak legs. Sliding down to straddle his lap she felt his cock press at her crotch. Whimpering and panting she ground herself against it as she leaned in and pressed her tits into him. She wiggled into his hands as she felt them reach back and squeeze her ass.




Consequences Ch. 10



The next week of my life surprised me over and over again.  After Uncle Max made it evident that his sexual prowess far outweighed any of my half-baked theories, he gave me a couple of days for my overworked, deflowered pussy to recover.  I hadn't expected the courtesy of him now that I was his little toy, but he was rather solicitous of me.  Although by Wednesday I was more than recovered and burning for him again.  I can't remember how much cum I swallowed during those days, satisfying him.  I didn't feel like going to school on Monday, but Uncle Max made it clear that if I didn't get good grades then I would be punished. And not an enjoyable one.

At this point I was pretty sure that the worst he could do to me would be to deprive me of the incestuous sex I now craved from him.  So I went to school. Better that than be stuck aching for him between my legs while only being allowed to satisfy him with my mouth. I craved the taste of his cock too, but more than anything I wanted sex again. Tons of sex. Mountains of it. 

Wednesday evening we went to visit Grandma and I was able to reassure her that I was following all of Uncle Max's orders. I think she could tell that things had changed between us, that we were no longer fighting each other. The angry tension had dissipated.  When we got home he was so pleased with my demeanor in front of Grandma that he laid me out on the kitchen table and ate my young pussy out to a screaming orgasm. After dinner we went up to the bedroom and he tied me down to his bed, arms over my head and legs spread far apart, to keep me from squirming too much as he sucked and pinched my nipples until my juices were pooling beneath my ass and I was begging for his cock.  Then he knelt between my legs and speared me with it, riding me hard and fast.  I was shocked all over again at how big his dick was, how fantastic it felt filling me up... two orgasms crashed over me, one after the other, as he enjoyed himself between my sweet thighs. 

I could expect to be used at any time, in a myriad of different positions. Sometimes he'd bend me over the table, sometimes he'd tie me up or down, a few times he even put me on top, although I was never in control.  And some times he denied me, putting me on my knees and thrusting his cock between my lips, letting me suck him eagerly even though what I really wanted was for him to spend himself between my thighs, in my needy pussy.  I was on fire for him. A cock hungry whore of a niece, and the most amazing part was that he never failed to rise to the occasion, although it was always on his terms. He hadn't lied when he said he had needs, and although I was hard pressed to keep up with them, I wasn't about to let some other woman come between us. I took care of my Uncle Max.

After a couple of weeks of this, Uncle Max was pretty pleased with me, I could tell.  

"You're a good girl, aren't you Jenny?" he asked, stroking my hair back. He was sitting on the couch with me between his legs, at his feet.  Butt naked as usual. There wasn't a whole lot of point to wearing clothes around the house, although sometimes he liked to dress me up in slutty outfits just so that he could take them off again. But mostly he liked me naked and easy to use. 

"Yes Uncle Max," I said, smiling up at him happily. I truly was happy too, for the first time in my life.  I wasn't just fulfilling all of my Uncle's needs, he was fulfilling mine too. To the world I was still the goody-goody with the good grades, who didn't go out and party and didn't go wild with the boys. While at home, behind closed doors, Uncle Max indulged my naughty side with spankings, sexual discipline and screaming orgasms. Every part of me was satisfied, not just half of me while the other half remained hidden and neglected.  

"I want you to show me just how good you can be."

I shivered as a delicious wave of anticipation slid through me.  My nipples hardened immediately and my pussy plumped. Any time my Uncle said something like that it was always followed by incredible sex.  Eagerly I turned to face him, getting up onto my knees.  

"Slow down little niece," he said, putting his hand under my jaw.  The press of his thumb against my lips parted them and I sucked the digit into my mouth, needy for any part of him inside of me.  His eyes were immediately drawn to the sight and I sucked hard on his thumb, flicking my tongue against the soft pad.  I knew how much he liked to see me wanton for him.  When he spoke again his voice was husky with the sexual tension between us.  "We're going to do something different today."

My breathing picked up.  Different? How different? Uncle Max removed his thumb from my mouth, leaving me panting with my lips parted, on my knees and ready for him.  When he stood his erection bobbed in front of me, heavy and tempting, and I immediately opened my mouth to lean forward and take him between my lips, but his hand on my head, sliding back into my hair and pulling my head back so that I was looking up at him, preventing my amorous intentions. 

"As much as I love seeing my cock in that hot little mouth of yours, that's not where I'm going to be taking you right now."

I was thrilled to hear it. So was my pussy.  Immediately my thighs quivered, my pussy slicking with readiness for him.  Walking around behind me, Uncle Max pushed me forward until my knees were against the bottom of the couch, my hips pressed against the top of the seat cushion, and my face almost at the back of it.  I moved my hips, the little that I was able with my Uncle's hand on the back of my head and the couch cushion pressing into my front, eager to feel him inside of me.  We'd done doggy style a lot, but not like this where my movements would be so limited, where I'd be trapped between his hard thrusts and the couch, unable to move away or do anything other than take whatever he chose to give me.  

"Stay here."

And he walked off. Leaving me anticipating.  Which wasn't unusual. Uncle Max loved watching me squirm in heightened anticipation, loved seeing my reaction to being made to wait. Loved seeing his good little niece behave like a wanton slut. That's what he liked to drive me to, and I have to admit I loved to go there for him. It always meant that he would take me hard.  

When he returned from upstairs, he slid something over my legs and then up to my pussy, something soft and jelly-like pressing against my clit, which was already peeking out from the folds of my excited sex. 

"What is it?" I asked, curious. 

"It's called a butterfly," he said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. I was just about to ask what it did when he flipped it on. OH.  Soft fluttering sensations teased at my clit, making me squirm even more as my inner muscles responded with their own fluttery quivers. Taking my wrists in his hands, Uncle Max positioned my hands on my buttocks, curving them over the creamy swells. "I want you to hold yourself open for me."

I moaned as I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so that he could see how swollen and pink and wet I was for him.  Being ordered around by Uncle Max was highly erotic for me, especially with the teasing vibrations of the butterfly and the way my nipples were thrusting into the stiff fabric of the couch. 

"And now I want you to beg me to fuck you," a finger ran across me intimately, shocking me, "here."

The sudden revelation of just how different today was going to be rocked me. I looked over my shoulder at my Uncle, but his predatory gaze was firmly entrenched on the sight of me holding myself open for him, and the tip of his finger which was now swirling around the crinkled bud of my anus.  He hadn't touched me there since the time he'd put the vibrating butt plug in me. The tip of his finger pressed and I whimpered, anxious and frightened.  

"Beg me," Uncle Max insisted, his eyes still locked on my last cherry. "Beg me sweet niece, to fuck this sweet virgin ass."

The vibrations on my clit suddenly kicked up a notch and I moaned, my body tightening.  My anus pulled in as my pussy clenched, and sucked the tip of his finger in with it, shocking me with the slight intrusion and the way it ignited the sensitive bundle of nerves there. 

"Please," I said, my voice soft and low. Uncle Max removed his finger and there was movement behind me as I continued to kneel, my cheek against the cushion of the couch, my hands still holding my butt open obscenely.  Something probed at my anus again, Uncle Max's finger, this time slick with lube and I groaned as he pressed inside, slowly but firmly. The intrusion wasn't as painful as I had expected, the stretching of my last virgin hole was strangely erotic.  Horribly intimate. Knowing that I was holding my ass cheeks open for this invasion, opening myself for it, only increased the sense of my vulnerability and arousal, the way it always did when my Uncle pushed my sexual boundaries. 

The slow sink of his finger into my tightest hole was not entirely comfortable, but I couldn't deny that it turned me on. It appealed to those sinful desires that I had kept buried for so long. And it seemed to make his claim to my body even more potent, that he could touch me in this way, that he would soon have rights to every part of me that could give him pleasure.  His finger pushed back and forth inside of me, beginning to mimic the depraved act that I knew he would soon be performing on me, that I was presenting myself for.  I shuddered and moaned, my body clenching automatically, caught between the need to push the intruder out and my hot desire for Uncle Max inside of me.  

"Beg me to fuck this sweet ass."

"Please, please fuck my ass."  I forced the words out, the quiver in them testament to my uncertainty.  Uncle Max chuckled. 

"You don't sound very sincere," he observed.  I bit my lip as the vibrations from the butterfly increased again, my body shuddering in response as the sexual stimulation kicked up my arousal.  The finger in my ass suddenly seemed less intrusive as my need for orgasm increased, the eroticism exponentially increasing along with my desire. 

"Please, Uncle Max, please fuck my ass."

"That's a little better," he said.  Then, as if it was a reward, he pressed a second finger into my anus, stretching the tight ring further.  I wriggled, but there was nowhere to wriggle to.  I couldn't move away, only side to side.  The images of being caught between the couch and my Uncle's hard cock suddenly took on a new, anxiety-inducing light.  There would be nowhere for me to go when he took my anal virginity, there was no give in the couch I was laying on. I would be pressed against the couch, holding myself open for his taking.  The heated need that always accompanied his domination swept through me, even as my fear kicked up. 

The two fingers swirled inside me, slightly more uncomfortable as they stretched my unused opening, spreading it wider.  God... what would his cock feel like in this tight space? Could I take it? 

But I knew he wouldn't be denied. I had promised to cater to my Uncle's sexual needs, and apparently that now included taking me in a new and different way.  If I didn't let him fuck my ass then he'd be able to go looking for it from someone else without breaking our deal, and I wasn't willing to let that happen. I licked my lips, determined. 

"Fuck my ass Uncle Max, I want you to pop my cherry," I begged, wiggling my hips as best I could to entice him as his fingers delved into my forbidden hole. "Please Uncle Max, I want you to fuck my ass sooooooooooooo bad."

"That's it little niece," he said, his voice and fingers getting rougher.  I was turning him on. I was turning me on too. The begging was getting to me, as was the vulnerability and the fingers which were starting to make me feel deliciously full instead of uncomfortable. There was something surprisingly erotic about their slick glide into my quivering hole, about holding my butt cheeks open for my Uncle's anal violation, and the feeling of doing something so incredibly wrong.  The whole getting turned on for doing taboo things is what had turned me into my Uncle's fuck toy in the first place and apparently I was still getting off on it. 

My neglected pussy was getting hotter and wetter the more he played with my ass, and I began moaning as I pleaded with him, starting to really get into it. I meant what I was saying, I wanted his big cock in my ass, I wanted him to take me every way possible, to shoot cum up my dark little hole.  

Of course, when he finally removed his fingers from my ass and poised something much thicker against the crinkled little bud, I suddenly started thinking that perhaps I'd bitten off more than I could chew.  And yet that didn't stop me from holding my ass cheeks open for him, still, just like he'd told me to do.  The thick mushroom head of his cock pressed insistently against my tiny anus and then suddenly popped in, and I let out a gasp of air - I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath.  It already felt much bigger than his fingers had, thick and hot, stretching me open with degrading eroticism. Then he thrust his hips forward and more of his thick log slid into my burning channel. 

"Uncle Max, wait, please," I begged, panting a little as the feeling of discomfort rose. 

"You can take it sweetheart," he said in a crooning voice. "Beg me to fuck your tight little ass... you feel so good little niece."

A shudder went through me.  Even though I wasn't entirely comfortable, even though it hurt a little, I really did like a little pain with my pleasure, and I really liked knowing that I was making Uncle Max feel good.  The thick meat in my ass pulsed, as I moaned and clenched a little. 

"Fuck my ass please, Uncle Max," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.  Then I whimpered as he pushed deeper, slowly, as if savoring the feel of my tight tunnel quivering around the invading cock. Hands gripped my hips, tightening as he pushed deeper, burrowing into my bowels, and I cried out with the strange sensation of being stuffed from behind, in my tightest hole.  It hurt. It burned. It inflamed my senses.  More than ever, I felt like my Uncle had truly claimed me, like he possessed every inch of my body. This was something more than domination and submission, he was making me his own. 

When I felt his furred lower belly pressing against the soft swells of my buttocks, still pried apart by my fingers, his thighs against mine, I managed to relax a little. That was all of him inside me now.  He felt so much bigger in my ass.  The hands on my hips moved around and slid underneath my upper body to cradle my breasts, fingers rolling my nipples between them and rubbing the tips against the nubby couch. I shivered and my ass rippled around him in response.  Gripping my breasts firmly in his hands, he used them as leverage as he began to drag the long length of his cock from my deflowered asshole. I cried out, the sensation was burning, creating a painful shudder as my ass tried to squeeze him, tried to hold him in place. 

Then he pushed back in again and the forced spread of my rectum made me cry out again.  Then, suddenly, the vibrations on my clit picked up to a much higher level, fighting back the painful sensations of my anal virginity being lost.  I found myself confused, lost in a maelstrom of dueling sensations.  Even which my body wanted to reject the anal intrusion, I found myself also welcoming the marauding cock, the flashes of erotic pain.  My Uncle had me pinned against the couch as he ravished me anally, his pleasure in my body evident in the long, slow, hard strokes in and out of my ass.  This was not going to be over with quickly, he was pacing himself, savoring the tightness of my asshole, wallowing in the forbidden pleasures of taking his niece's anal virginity.

I whimpered, caught somewhere between lust and the desire for this to be over. The plundering of my anal cavity no longer hurt so much, but the burning sensation hadn't gone away, despite the pleasure building between my thighs, and it wasn't comfortable... on the other hand, I really liked knowing that I was doing this for my Uncle, that he was enjoying pleasuring himself with my body, and the feeling of fullness in my ass was becoming less unpleasant and kind of hot.  My inner walls tensed and spasmed on occasion, adding to the jangling of sensations that were overwhelming my body.  

Uncle Max played me like a maestro, enjoying himself with the long, luxurious strokes of his cock in and out of my tight ass, while squeezing my breasts lustfully and sending jolts of pleasure through me every time he squeezed my sensitive nipples. Of course, that would cause my lower body to clench, increasing the pleasure in my pussy and the slight soreness of my unusually stimulated anal interior.  The thick pistoning of his cock rasped against my delicate inner walls, occasionally pushing against some spot deep inside me that actually felt really good and would make my body jerk beneath him. 

Then the butterfly vibrator kicked up to its highest level yet and I screamed as the orgasm literally ripped through me, my anus going into fluttering spasms as Uncle Max began to brutally fuck my ass hard, plowing into me with all his weight and slamming me against the couch with every thrust.  Hot pleasure surged, the fullness in my ass feeling incredible as the waves of ecstasy rolled over me, the thick cock in my ass adding to the exquisite bliss of orgasm in a way I'd never expected or experienced.  My sobbing cries of release filled the room, underscored by Uncle Max's heavy groans as he began to pulse inside of me, his staying power overcome by the erotic fluctuations of my rectum. 

Hot fluid gushed, filling my ass as his fingers pinched my nipples so hard that the little buds were completely flattened in his grip. I screamed, my inner muscles bearing down as the most fantastic surge of overwhelming ecstasy blasted through me and my inner muscles milked his cock.  The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on until he finally shut off the butterfly and I moaned in gratitude, my pussy feeling ridiculously sensitive. 

Aftershocks shuddered through me as we lay there, Uncle Max's weight heavy on my back and buttocks.  My entire body throbbed from the force of the orgasm, although I'm not sure whether it was the butterfly or the anal plundering that had set me off so well.  It was only then that I realized I'd dug my nails deep into the soft flesh of my butt; wincing I pulled my hands away, allowing my butt cheeks to spring back together, no longer presenting my anus for my Uncle's violation.  It was already complete. 

Uncle Max kissed my shoulder, rubbing my breasts which were still crushed beneath us. 

"You have such a hot little ass, sweet niece," he said. 

"Thank you Uncle Max."

"I'm going to fuck it a lot. Would you like that sweet heart?"

I smiled. "Yes Uncle Max."



Consequences Ch. 10



"You're getting hot, aren't you Baby?" he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive nerve endings inside.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she sighed heavily.

He softly kissed her ear. His hands squeezed her ass, pushing her crotch at his.

Rubbing against him Julie felt her fires burning hot, felt her lust rising within her, and her pussy growing wetter. Whimpering and panting she rocked her hips, pushing her crotch at the bulge beneath his pants, humping herself at him. She crammed her tits into his chest, rolling and shifting her shoulders to rub the mounds against him. She kissed him, then pulled away, only to lean back in and give her neck to his lips. As he nibbled on her she grabbed at his shoulders, her fingers clawing even as her hips rocked harder. She felt cool air on her ass cheeks and knew the dress had hiked-up all the way. After another couple minutes she felt Frank's hands grab her hips and push her away. She did not want to loose her contact with him so she clung to him, making him have to nearly lift her off his lap before she would let go.

She stood before him, her dress and hair disheveled, her breath panting past open lips, her eyes smoldering beneath heavy lids.

"I think it's time we see what's under that dress," Frank grinned. "Take it off before you refresh our drinks again."

From the others came a chorus of "Oh yeas".

For just a second she wondered what the other men must be thinking about all of this, about her. About this woman who was letting them kiss and fondle her in front of her husband, who was about to remove her dress in front of them. Glancing over she saw their hungry stares aimed her way and a wave of desire washed away her curiosity. Then she turned her eyes to Frank and the pleasure and excitement she saw on his face made her blush with her own excitement.

Figuring she should give them all the best show possible she took a few steps back, moving to the center of the area in front of the TV. Wearing a coy smile, she took another look around at all of them as she gingerly reached down to the hem of her dress. Slowly she raised it, revealing the tops of her thighs, then the bottom of her panties, where they dipped between her legs, and then on up to her hips and the straps rolling over them. Continuing, she next bared her stomach. Then her bra-encased breasts. As her arms lifted higher to pull the dress up and over her head, her exposed body was pulled straight and erect.

Afterwards she stood there a minute, the dress dangling from her hand. Her swollen nipples were clearly outlined under her bra while a small dark spot appeared in her panties where her pussy was growing damp. Tossing the dress aside she stepped back up to Frank and took his glass. As she walked between the men and the bar she made a point to sway and roll her hips, to turn slowly, and to bend over carefully. Back beside the TV she posed herself as attractively as she could, using her own glass as a prop.

Moments later, although Frank restarted the movie, it was obvious it was not being watched.

Again she anxiously awaited the next intermission, and again it seemed to take forever. When it did come and she moved across the room to straddle Ken's lap, she eagerly pushed her crotch toward his unmistakable bulge. His hands filled themselves with her breasts, closing on the mounds and massaging them. The bra's lace brushed at her hard nipples, sending sparks shooting through her body. She felt herself growing more aroused with each swirl of their tongues, more excited with every plying of his fingers on her tits.

Moving to Jim's lap she found that he was more interested in nibbling on her neck and shoulder than in kissing. His lips roamed across her flesh, his teeth nicking at her, his hot breath caressing her nerves. She grabbed at his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair. She wiggled her body on his lap. At first he was also content with cupping her breasts through the bra, but then his hand slipped around her back and unhooked the clasp. The two of them slid the straps down her arms and removed the garment. Jim's hands covered her bared tits. The sensation of the flesh-on-flesh contact, the feel of his palms brushing across her engorged nipples, made her whimper and sigh. Julie once more grabbed at his shoulders, her one hand slipped into his hair and pressed his face against her throat. Arching her back slightly she crammed her crotch at the bulge she was straddling. She maneuvered around and made it press against her swelling lips. Her hips jerked. Rubbing and humping herself at him she felt her pussy getting wet. Like her last session with Frank she had to be pushed away when Jim's time was up. 

Instead of standing and walking to Chuck, she crawled down the couch to him, slithering into his lap and folding her body against his. They planted their lips together, drove their tongues at one another. Moaning, Julie rubbed her breasts against his shirt. Again her hips slid around, shifting her crotch in search of the throbbing bulge she knew was there. Before she could find it though, Chuck broke their kiss and pulled away from her. She stared at him questioningly. Without a word his hands dropped onto her thighs and slid up to brace her hips, holding her still. His thumbs stretched out and brushed at her crotch millimeters from the edges of her sex.

"Ohhh," she sighed in response to the touch's teasing promise, a promise that remained unfulfilled.

Kneeling there, her flesh trembling, she wanted to jam her hips forward so that her pussy could rub against his cock. Since he was keeping her from doing that she reached down between them and instead found the bulge in his pants with her hands. Her fingers grabbed at it, scratched at it, tried to wrap themselves around it.

She sensed someone stepping up behind her. Instinctively she turned to see who it was, leaning back as she did. Bill's hands slipped between her and Chuck to cup her tits. His palms covered her nipples, flattened them. His fingers squeezed and plied her mounds. She leaned back further, resting her shoulders against him. His cock throbbed within his pants. She felt her fires roar up, felt them blast with the heat of her fueled passions. Her body reflexively shoved her chest forward, pushing her tits into his grasp. She sucked in her breath, her bottom lip quivering.

As she knelt on Chuck's lap for the next few minutes the two men fondled her. Chuck's hands continued to hold her hips, his thumbs brushing across her panties, teasing her sex. Bill's hands moved so his fingers could twirl her nipples, could tweak the aching little nubs between them. She sighed and panted as their hands fueled her desire. Her head lulled, her hair swaying. Her own hands continued to grab at the bulge between Chuck's thighs, digging at it hungrily. Whimpering and sighing as their hands caressed her she felt her loins burning with her fires, felt her juices wetting her sex. She became lost in her passions, lost in the lust filling her body and mind. She forgot about the world around her, the others in the room.

But a moment later Bill released her tits and stepped away.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Chuck stopped rubbin g his thumbs at her crotch and started to push her away like Frank had earlier. Glancing around she saw her husband standing a couple feet away, a pleased grin on his lips and a hungry sparkle in his eyes. Someone, she assumed it was Bill, slipped their hands under her arms to help her stand up. Reluctantly she allowed him to do so, whimpering as her hands lost contact with Chuck's hidden cock. Once she was on her feet, warm hands encircled her waist, holding her up on unsteady legs. She leaned back, resting her shoulders against Bill's chest. One hand instinctively reached behind her, searching for his crotch and the bulge it held. Upon her chest her swollen nipples were prominently displayed atop her heaving breasts. Her abs quivered with her labored breathing. Where her legs came together her panties were dark, her puffy lips clearly outlined under the wet material.

"You're definitely enjoying yourself," Frank commented, stepping toward her.

She was gently pushed forward to fall into his arms. Her hands reached up to his shoulders. Her breasts smashed against his chest. She raised her face to him, lifted up on her toes to kiss him. His arms reached around her so that his hands could cup her ass. Pulling her into him he pressed her body against his cock, throbbing within his pants. Their tongues swirled together, her body melting against his.

Breaking their kiss a moment later he leaned back. Lost in her desire her head fell onto his chest, her eyes closing with a sigh.

"What do you think guys?" Frank sang out. "Think we've had enough of a show? Think it's time we get the real party started?"

A chorus of agreements rang out. Thoughts about the group and what they were preparing to do to her body raced through her mind. Her legs grew weaker. She began to slide down along Frank. Then she was lifted off the floor, picked up into her husband's arms. She folded into him as she was carried toward the bedroom.

To be continued...



Consequences Ch. 11



Julie was carried into the bedroom by her husband while four of their male friends followed closely behind. The time making-out with each of them had affected her. She was aroused and panting. Her fires burned hot in her loins. While being carried through the house she thought about what was coming and grew even more excited. In the bedroom Frank laid her on the bed then stepped back to join the others in staring down at her. Stretching out, extending her arms and legs, she felt the five sets of eyes on her, felt them crawling over her body, devouring her. Her body quivered with anticipation. Her hard nipples stood swollen and red atop her breasts. Her panties were soaked by the juices leaking from her pussy. Staring back up at the men she read their tension. She watched them start to undress. Her eyes jumped from one bulging crotch to the next, her hips beginning to roll slightly upon the bedspread. She sighed softly when the first cock popped into view.

Moments later she watched as they moved to the bed, moved toward her, their hard cocks pointing out from their bodies.

"What a hot little piece," Jim smiled, his hand covering a tit.

"A slutty lil' goddess," Bill agreed, climbing on the bed to massage her other breast.

Then there were hands all over her. They were on her calves, her thighs, her abdomen. They were in her hair. They were massaging her feet. On the insides of her thighs hands moved closer and closer to her covered sex, making it ache with desire, ache to be touched. Their hands seemed to caress hundreds of sensitive nerve endings everywhere at once, igniting her flesh. Closing her eyes she rolled her head to one side and sighed.

There were comments about how hot she looked, how beautiful she was, how desirable. There were ones calling her a whore, a slut, and a horny little bitch. But no matter the comment's character; sweet or dirty, they all shared two things. They agreed that she was going to be fucked long, hard, and several times through the night. And they stoked the fires burning deep inside her.

Their hands and their words sent electrical sparks jolting from everywhere in her body to everywhere else. She began to slither upon the bedspread, her entire body gyrating with the multiple contacts. Whimpering and moaning she first moved against one hand, then slid against another.

Warm air brushed across a breast seconds before a warm, wet mouth closed over it. Jim sucked on her tit, his tongue swishing over her captured nipple.

"Ohhh," she moaned, arching her back off the bed.

Then a second mouth covered the other nipple, its tongue more forcible. Her body reacted, arching her back more and pushing herself skyward against those suckling mouths and licking tongues. Her head flopped from side to side.

Hands grabbed the sides of her panties and started to pull them down. She wiggled and shifted, working her ass and legs to assist in their removal. Her legs spread themselves wide afterwards. Cool air rushed across her pussy, making the nerves tingle. Delighted gasps came from the men. Her swollen lips glistened with her juices, her pussy wet and hungry looking. Her engorged clit poked out from under its hood, hard and wanting. She did not care how this looked, how it exposed her slutty hunger. Perhaps if she had thought about it she might have, if she had thought about how this might look to the men tomorrow. But she did not think about this and so she did not care.

Her body continued to squirm under the collection of hands and the mouths on her breasts. An orgasm surged into existence within her loins. Her hips gyrated freely, her ass sliding across the bedspread in an attempt to make the hands nearest her sex touch her there. Then the mattress shifted as someone climbed onto it. The feel of random hands on her inner thighs was replaced by the distinct feel of a pair of them being placed where the limbs joined her body.

"You want him to eat your pussy, slut?" Ken asked from somewhere above her. "You want Chuck to eat your pussy?"

"Yesss. Ohhh yes," she sighed, her hips raising her off the bed.

She felt the heat emanating from his face as it hovered near her sex. His breath swirled across her wetness. She whimpered as he held himself back, just inches from her, his breath caressing her again and again. 

"Ohhh yes," she mewed. "Yesss."

"She a talker Frank?" Ken asked.

"Oh yes," came her husband's answer.

Ken filled his hand with her hair and turned her face toward him. "Talk to us slut. Tell us you want your pussy eaten."

"Yesss. Ohhh yes," she whimpered. "I want my pussy eaten."

Suddenly Chuck's tongue slammed against her clit. He planted it on top of the swollen nub. Rolled it over and over. Thunderbolts shot through her. Her orgasm raced toward the ledge only to stop short of its release. Her hips snapped, driving her sex at his face. One of her hands worked its way to where she could grab onto the back of his head and push his face into her, her fingers twining into his hair. 

"Ohhh yes. Eat my pussy," she cried. "God yes."

Chuck continued rubbing his tongue back and forth over her clit. Then Ken pushed his lips against hers, drove his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly with four separate mouths attached to her, her orgasm worked its way closer to exploding through her. Every inch of her body seemed to be on fire. She humped and slithered upon the bed, pushed herself this way and that, trying to be everywhere at once. She arched her back higher, cramming her tits at the men's mouths. Her hunger became a blazing mass of white heat, scorching her, making her cry and moan.

When Ken pulled his mouth from hers she rolled her head away, looked at the bed's other side. She saw Frank standing there, watching her, watching the men toy with her body. He was smiling and slowly stroking his cock, precum glistening on its head. Her eyes locked onto it and she reflexively licked her lips.

"You want it?" He asked her. "You want my cock in your mouth?"

"Yesss," she sighed, her eyes rising back up to meet his.

Climbing onto the bed he moved toward her. She reached out to his cock, her fingers wrapping around it. She leaned toward it, her tongue slipping past her lips to lick the precum from its head. Her orgasm inched forward to peek over the edge.

"You want us to face-fuck you with our cocks slut," Frank told her, binding his fingers into her hair.

His tone was rough and demeaning, and it added to the passions raging within her. Whimpering, she looked up into his eyes and placed her lips at the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips forward, quickly sliding a couple inches into her mouth. Holding her head in place he began to pump himself in and out, steadily adding more of it until he was jamming the length of his cock into her mouth with each forward thrust, shoving it into her throat. The sensation of it sliding across her lips, brought her orgasm teetering to the brink. She whimpered, hungrily sucking on it with the need filling her body.

"Yea, you nasty little whore," Frank growled. "You cock sucking slut. You like being face-fucked."

His rocking hips grew more demanding with his words. The others were still licking and suckling her other parts while a collection of hands still caressed her flesh. Everything combined to make her orgasm inch closer and closer to the edge until it hung there, precariously dangling over it. It teased her with its nearness, with its promise of explosive pleasure.

"Mmmm," she loudly moaned, wanting it to be freed.

"Oh yea, she's loving it," Ken whistled.

His voice was filled with lust, a lust she imagined was created by watching her slutty display. Suddenly she pictured herself laying there, naked and writhing under the touch of these five men, her mouth being fucked like a pussy. The orgasm's precarious grip on the edge was torn loose. It exploded. Crashed through her.

"Mmmm-mmmm. Mmmm," she groaned, her body snapping with the clenching of her muscles.

A second later she started to convulse, her body jumping and jerking as her nerves and muscles were electrocuted. Her actions caused the mouths to be jerked from her breasts, but they were quickly replaced by hands; hands that kneaded and fingers that tweaked her nipples. Her own hand locked Chuck's head in place, her hips bucking up and grinding herself against his tongue. Her thighs tried to slam shut on his head but the couple sets of hands on them kept her from doing so. Having trouble with her breathing she tried pulling her mouth off Frank's cock, but he kept his hold as well. He did give her some relief by allowing her to keep it from thrusting into her throat using the fingers wrapped around its base. For several minutes her orgasm wracked her body, caused her to twist and writhe.

"Mmmm," she cried over and over.

"Look at the whore," Bill gasped.

"The bitch is loving this," Jim cheered.

As her orgasm began to fade, her hips started to settle back to the bed, and her hand loosened in Chuck's hair. She turned her attention back to sucking Frank's cock, rolling her tongue over it as she did.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, bitch," Frank told her. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

She knew he was right. She felt his cock stiffening. A second later he froze with his hips thrust forward. His semen began shooting into her mouth. Locking her lips tightly around him she sucked hard as she gulped and swallowed.

"Oh yea, swallow it bitch," he growled. "Swallow my cum like a good little whore."

Chuck slipped from under her grasp to rise up and watch, the loss of attention to her clit causing her to whimper.

"Oh man, it's been forever since a bitch swallowed my load," Ken groaned.While she swallowed the last of Frank's cum then continued to suckle on his cock the bed shifted, some of the men changing positions. Her husband's fingers in her hair slipped away, only to be replaced by someone else's. She was then pulled off his cock and her head was turned to the other side. Looking up she saw Ken kneeling before her, his cock being shoved at her mouth. With a moan she readily wrapped first her fingers then her lips around it.

"Ohhhh God yes," he sighed, his hips jutting forward. "God yes, suck it bitch."

A minute later Chuck leaned back down, his tongue licking up along her pussy to her clit. Two of his fingers pressed at her opening, their tips entering her, caressing the edge. The sensation made her sex quiver. Made it ache to be entered, to be opened and penetrated. Her muscles tightened, her hips rose to shove herself at those fingers. Her hand tried to once again find the back of Chuck's head. But it was grabbed and drawn upward. Near her own head it encountered another rigid shaft and her fingers reflexively wrapped themselves around it, tugging. Peering up from the corner of her eyes she saw Bill kneeling above her, across from Ken. It was his cock she was now jerking-off while his friend face-fucked her with the cock in her other hand. Jim and Frank still knelt beside her, caressing and massaging her breasts. The multiple sensations made her hips jerk as they pressed her pussy at Chuck's fingers, her aching sex wanting more and more to be filled.

"Mmmm-mmmm," she whimpered hungrily.

"I think the slut wants something in her pussy," Jim cheered.

"Is that right whore?" Bill asked. "You want your pussy fucked?"

Again she was struck by the thrill and the lust in their voices. She knew she was giving them a show acting like she was, being a slut for all of them. This knowledge fueled her own lust, made her sex want a stiff cock even more. Made it want to be penetrated even more.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she whimpered, her hips lifting higher.

"Come on slut," Jim chided. "You can do better than that. Tell us you want it."

She was torn. The lust in his voice made her want to be the slut he was demanding she be, made her want to speak out and tell them to fuck her. But to do so, she would have to release Ken's cock, and she did not want to do that. As her mind argued with itself, her body continued to roll and hump upon the bed. Her bucking hips did manage to cause a couple more millimeters of Chuck's fingertips to enter her, but the miniscule addition only served to tease her more.

"Ohhh God yes," Ken groaned, the length of his cock slipping into her throat.

With his hand in her hair he held it there for a moment, grinding his crotch at her face. This decided the argument. Her body was still quivering through the last of her orgasm's aftershocks and one of them hit while she was being made to deep throat the cock. The simultaneous sensations of these awoke another orgasm deep inside her, making her entire body ache with the need her pussy had been throbbing with. When Ken finally drew back, his grip on her head loosening, she pulled her lips from around his shaft.

"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy," she moaned, her hands jerking the two cocks. "Fuck me with your fingers. With your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Get back on my cock bitch," Ken growled, pushing her mouth back onto him.

Obediently she locked her lips around him once more as his hips drove forward. He immediately started to pump himself at her faster and faster, his cock growing stiffer, his grunts growing rougher. Recognizing the signs of his nearing climax she pulled at his cock's base and sucked hungrily, her desire fanned by the idea of swallowing a second load. Concentrating on this she barely noticed her ass being lifted so pillows could be stuffed under it. Her spread legs were then raised into the air. She grew more excited knowing that her pussy was about to be penetrated, the new orgasm being lured out by the anticipation of sucking off another cock simultaneously. Something pressed at her vagina and her rolling hips froze.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she whimpered as Chuck's cock sought out her opening.

"Oh God, suck it bitch, suck my cock," Ken groaned, his own cock pulsing between her lips.

Finding her hole, Chuck slid his entire length into her with one smooth stroke, jamming his crotch into hers. The penetration lured her orgasm further out.

"Mmmm-mmmm, mmmm," she cried, her hips pushing back.

Grunting, he pulled his hips partway back, then drove himself forward again, ramming his cock into her. Ken's hands gripped her head and held it still as he rapidly pumped his cock past her lips. Her fingers around the base kept it from driving into her throat.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she mewed, her hands tugging at the two cocks.

"Oh fuck yea," Ken gasped, his hips starting to spasm at her mouth.

"What a whore," Frank growled.

Her husband's voice was thick with hungry lust, and it sent a matching wave rolling through her. She lay there, one cock near to exploding in her mouth, another fucking her pussy, and her hand eagerly jerking off a third. She lay there with their hands all over her body, her flesh so hot she felt as though she was really on fire. She lay there before her husband, his own hand kneading her breast, his voice declaring his pleasure at watching her. She lay there and her passions were fueled, her orgasm brought crawling toward the edge.

Hungrily she sucked on Ken's cock, rapidly drawing him nearer to his climax. He pumped himself at her a couple last times, then froze. His cock twitched, shooting his cum into her mouth. She locked her lips tightly around him and swallowed.

"Oh yesss, suck it bitch. Suck it," he moaned.

Chuck continued driving his cock into her pussy, pounding himself into her harder and harder, his own climax nearing. Her pussy muscles constricted around him, squeezed his cock. Her hunger made her want to feel him shoot his load, made her want to feel his cum spraying inside her. Her hips jerked, her ass rocking upon the pillows, driving herself back at him.

"The little whore likes being fucked," Chuck groaned.

Ken's cock stopped exploding and she quickly pulled her mouth from it. Turning her head she looked up at Chuck while still stroking the two cocks.

"Ohhh God yes. Fuck me." she cried. "Fuck my pussy. Yes, fuck me."

"You like my cock huh bitch," he grinned down at her. "You like my cock in your pussy?"

"Oh God yes. God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder."

"Damn, your pussy feels good. So hot, so wet."

Her orgasm was teetering on the edge, nearly crashing through her. She shoved her hips at him, bucking and humping herself at his own powerful thrusts.

After his climax Ken had relaxed his hold in her hair. Now another set of fingers became entangled in her tresses. Her face was turned to Bill. She saw his cock, her fingers at its base, tugging. Its tip glistened with precum. The sight of it, the idea of having it in her mouth, fanned her flames.

"Mmmm," she mewed as she drove herself at it, wrapping her lips around it.

"Yea, that it's you whore," he coached her, stuffing more of it into her mouth. "Suck my cock. Suck it while he fucks you, fucks your pussy. Your hot little pussy."

"You're such a whore, such a cheap little whore," Frank chided.

Her orgasm inched over the edge, hung there for a moment. Her muscles began to spasm, rapidly clenching then relaxing. Small fireworks sparked inside her mind.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

"You really like having all these cocks, don't you bitch?" Chuck groaned.

"Mmmm-mmmm," she whimpered in response.

Her lips slipped along Bill's cock as he rocked himself at her mouth. Someone pulled her nipple hard, twisted the sensitized nub. Bolts of pain mixed with those of pleasure shooting along her nerves.

"Mmmm," she cried.

Her body started to shudder, her nerves being electrocuted once again. Waves of hot lava flowed through her. She shoved her pussy back at Chuck, her muscles clamping around his cock. Within their grasp she sensed it stiffening, sensed it starting to twitch as his hips jerked spastically between her legs. Then he buried his cock deep inside her.

"Oh God," he roared as it started spraying inside her.

The feel of his squirting cock, his crotch grinding against hers, sent Julie's orgasm blasting away. It rocketed through her. Her nerves exploded. Her body arched up off the bed, her clenched muscles straining under her sweat coated flesh. Her neck bent back, her head rolling with it. Bill's cock slid from her mouth.

"Ohhh God," she moaned loudly. "Ohhh God. So good. So good. Oh God."

Her body jumped and jerked. It rocked from side to side. Her hands pulled at the cocks they held. Ken's was semi-limp, but Bill's was growing harder as it neared its own eruption. The knowledge of this made her picture it spraying across his face. She imagined what a show it would be for these men that were using her, these men that she was already being a slut for. Feeling her orgasm grow as a result of these thoughts she tugged at his cock madly. A second later she was rewarded by his warm semen splashing against her cheek.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh God yes."

This brought a chorus of filth laden comments from the men, and hearing them pushed her orgasm through her with a renewed force. She humped herself at Chuck, jerked on Bill's cock, her body hopping and grinding upon the bed. She no longer cared at all about the future ramifications of the evening. Not even the smallest reservation remained. She only cared about the passion and the fires raging through her at the moment.

Bill's semen sprayed her face and hair. Milking the last drops from his cock she leaned over and licked its tip. A moment later, as her body settled down with her fading orgasm, Chuck pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. Instantly she missed the feel of a stuffed pussy, her lust making her bemoan the feeling, hating the idea of it lasting.

"Ohhh God, fuck me," she panted, vocalizing her hunger. "Someone fuck me. Someone stick your cock in me, please."

"I'll fuck you, you nasty slut," Jim growled.

A couple of the men held her legs open for him as he moved into position, lining his cock up with her opening. Her pussy was sopping wet, her lips swollen and red, her hole agape. She felt him press against her and instinctively raised her ass off the pillows, shoving herself onto him, sliding her pussy along his cock.




Consequences Ch. 11



Thank you very much to seducreader for the original request; I hope everyone has enjoyed the story! 

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My life, since I began living with Uncle Max, had taken such a startling turn. I had gone from being the good girl with good grades who wanted a career, a husband who would take my virginity and give me two babies and a house with a white picket fence, to a wanton slut for my Uncle, ready and willing to take it in any hole he demanded. In fact, if it wasn't for my Uncle's conviction that I needed to finish my degree, I probably would have dropped out of school to be available for him 24/7. Of course he was at work during the day, but I hated it when I had to do homework while he was home instead of attending to his needs. But he insisted. I continued being a straight A student, because if I wasn't then Uncle Max would punish me.

Of course, I usually went out of my way to get punishments. And he knew that. When he was really unhappy with me then I would usually have the equivalent of an adult time out. No sex, no touching, no spanking, no blissful orgasms. 

We kept visiting Grandma, although it was becoming more and more clear that she was probably going to have to stay in a hospice situation where they could monitor her. I felt guilty that I wasn't more upset by that, but the truth was I was worried that Uncle Max would go away if she came home. And I didn't want him to. At least Grandma seemed mostly happy with the situation, it was becoming more and more clear that she wasn't completely on top of her game mentally anymore, but she did seem happy when we would visit her. Everyone was nice and treating her well and that's what was important. 

One time when we were visiting her she was asleep when we arrived. Uncle Max had me kneel down on the floor and blow him. I was terrified the entire time that Grandma might wake up and realize that something was going on, but she didn't. I tried to make it quick but Uncle Max was way too experienced for that. I have to admit, I got off on the fear that we might get caught. By the time we got home I was dripping wet in anticipation and I ended up straddling him and fucking his brains out in our driveway. Wondering if one of our neighbors might spot us only added to the experience. 

Things changed when he started fighting with his ex for custody of his daughter Gloria, because his ex was moving across the country. The bitch didn't actually want her daughter, she just wanted to milk Uncle Max for more money before she moved, so she was threatening to put up a bit of a fight. At that point Gloria started asking about whether or not she was going to get a new mommy. I was terrified that Uncle Max was going to decide that whatever we were doing was over and go out and find another woman to marry and settle down with. I didn't want to let him go. It didn't help that he suddenly stopped using me as often as he had been. It made me horny and anxious. 

It never occurred to me that he was deliberately watching my feminine cycle. 

I was practically frantic when two days went by and Uncle Max hadn't touched me. At least, not like I wanted him to. The second day he got tired of listening to my pleadings and he gagged me, filled me with vibrators in both holes, and left them on at full blast until I'd had so many orgasms that I couldn't walk afterwards. So it wasn't like I wasn't satisfied, in some ways, but I was terrified that our time together was coming to and end and that he was concentrating his efforts on finding someone else who could fulfill all his needs, including being a step mother to Gloria. 

That night, despite my exhaustion from the vibrators, I had gone to bed vowing that somehow, tomorrow I would tempt Uncle Max into using me for his pleasure. I wanted to be the one fulfilling his needs, for as long as I could, and it frustrated the hell out of me that he didn't seem to feel the same way.

In the morning I woke up to a hard and horny Uncle who hustled me out of bed, eat a hurried breakfast and brush my teeth and then practically dragged me back to his bedroom. I was confused but delighted. Apparently there was no need to try and seduce my Uncle. Going by the raging hard on he'd had since waking up, he was ready to go without any further pleadings or inducement from me. 

Uncle Max laid me out on the bed and bent my little body practically in half, tying my legs spread wide to opposite sides of the headboard. I was rather surprised that he didn't tie my hands up too. The position tipped my pussy up so that my puffy pink lips were parted and open, ready for him. 

Without further ado, Uncle Max plunged in, driving into me hard enough that I yelped as my body was split open by his massive cock. Despite my hands pushing against his chest, there was no true defense against his rampant libido, which had been held in constraint for the past two days. Any worries that he'd been seeing someone on the side were instantly gone; he was way too eager to spend himself inside my body. His cock was rigidly swollen with very little give, practically bruising my tender walls as he fucked me hard. Fortunately I was wet enough that he could do so without actually damaging either of us, but I struggled a little anyway, pushing at him, trying to slow him down. 

He didn't need to tie my hands, he just grabbed my wrists and planted them on either side of my head as he rutted with me, ravaging my sense. I was so eager for his warm flesh inside of me that I climaxed despite the almost brutal treatment, by body loving every second of pleasurable pain, that heady mixture that I enjoyed so much. I cried out, quivering as he grunted and dug in deep, his cock almost feel like it was hitting the back of my tunnel as it spurted deep inside of me. It seemed like he had twice as much cum as normal, after a two day break of sexual activities, the pulsing in my pussy going on and on as I shuddered around him, milking his cock. 

I whimpered as he slumped on top of me, my leg muscles straining. It wasn't the most comfortable position anyway, and with all of his weight on me there was a lot of added stress. 

"Sorry sweetheart," Uncle Max said, actually sounding apologetic! His hips circled in a very erotic way and I moaned as he rubbed against my pussy lips, which were feeling a little tender after such an aggressive assault. "We'll go slower this time."

"This time?" I asked, a little faintly. Uncle Max had a pretty impressive libido, but I'd never known him to be ready to go again so soon!

"Mmm," he said, rubbing his face into my neck. His hands began to stroke my sides as he repositioned himself, his softened cock still inside of me, he managed to get most of his weight onto his knees so that he could begin to play with my young body. I responded by running my hands up and down his muscular arms and over his shoulders, touching as much of him as I could. "Now that I'm not out of control with lust for you, we're going to go much slower this time."

I moaned as he began to kiss my breasts, fondling them with his usual fervor. My nipples hardened against his palm and in his mouth, eager little buds that sent pleasure zipping through me. My pussy automatically clenched and I felt his dick twitch inside of me, hardening a little. 

"If you were out of control with lust for me, why didn't we do this yesterday? Or the day before?" I asked, confused and a little put out. He obviously still wanted me, so why the two days of torture? Uncle Max's teeth bit down on my nipple and I gasped, my back arching as my fingers twined through his hair, holding him to my breast as he chewed on the sensitive flesh. Alternating flashes of pain and pleasure had me squirming beneath him and I could feel him hardening inside me. It was an odd sensation, as his dick grew, sliding deeper without him actually moving, pressing against my inner walls as it swelled. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. 

When Uncle Max let my nipple finally pop out of his mouth he was already mostly hard inside of me and I was moaning and rubbing myself against as best I could with my legs suspended the way they were. My body was so hot and ready for him, I was already on fire again. 

Giving his hips a small thrust that made me moan, Uncle Max looked down into my face, his expression serious. "What do you think we're doing here sweet niece? Why do you think I waited?"

"I have no idea," I said, rubbing my hands over his chest, trying to entice him to begin fucking me. I needed it so bad. I arched my back again, pressing my breasts upwards towards his face. "It was driving me crazy."

Uncle Max chuckled. "Well it will be worth the wait, because I'm going to fuck you raw over the next three days."

"That sounds nice," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down for a passionate kiss, brazenly thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I was rewarded when he began to move his hips, his sloppily wet dick sliding in and out of me easily. Moaning, I clenched down to increase the friction, loving the feel of him moving deep within me, the ways his hands grasped me possessively. 

I made a small sound of protest when he pulled his mouth away and stopped moving again, holding himself so that only the tip of his cock was in me, teasing me with the promise of sexual bliss.

"Don't you want to know why?" His eyes were blazing with some emotion that I didn't understand, hot and intense. "Why?" I asked obediently, although truthfully I was beyond caring. I just wanted him to fuck me. "You're ovulating right now, sweet niece. We're going to have a baby." 

And with that shocking statement he plunged into me, turning my gasp of shock into a scream of pleasure which he drank into his mouth, covering my lips with his. I knew we'd already been playing with fire a little, because I wasn't on birth control and he hadn't been using any protection, but my last period had come right on schedule. My tiny asshole had gotten a thorough workout those days. I hadn't realized that he'd been keeping track and counting though. No wonder we hadn't had sex the past couple of days! He'd been saving up for when it would be most effective. When I was most fertile. It also explained the position he'd put me in. Uncle Max was so far deep inside me I wouldn't have been surprised if his cock was nudging up against my cervix and had released its first heavy load of cum straight into my womb. 

The idea that he was trying to forcibly impregnate me turned me on beyond belief. I clutched at him, my nails digging into his flesh, urging him onwards. Our kiss deepened, turning almost savage as he pounded between my splayed legs, rocking my body with his hard thrusts. 

Muffled cries of passion erupted from my throat as I orgasmed, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock, wanting to milk more of the baby-making juice from him. His hands grasped my hips, curving around to my backside and dug in. He released my lips, allowing my voice to fill the room as he latched onto my breasts with his mouth, biting at my tender flesh. I screamed his name as I came again, shuddering around his cock. My legs jerked at the bonds he had them in, wanting to wrap around him, to pull him deeper into me. My pussy sloshed with his previous load of cum as he rammed me good, enhancing the waves of ecstasy that were running through me like electricity. Uncle Max bit down on my nipple, the one that he hadn't already orally abused, and I bucked and screamed some more, the wonderful shattering pain blasting through me as I creamed myself for him. 

By the time he came, balls deep in my unprotected pussy, his hands digging so hard into my ass that he would leave bruises, I was whimpering and practically twitching from the incessant orgasms and sensitivity of my feminine flesh. The swelling of his cock inside of me and the pulsing jets of cum just set me off again, thinking about his words to me. 

This time, afterwards, he untied my legs, but not before tucking a couple of pillows under my ass to keep my hips tilted upwards. My pussy was sloshy with his seed and my juices, I could see that my puffy pink lips looked swollen and hot from all the sex we'd already had. My nipples were slightly reddened from the chewing that Uncle Max had given them and they throbbed wonderfully, matching the throbbing beat of my pussy. 

"Stay still Jenny," Uncle Max instructed. "I'm going to give your legs a nice little massage and then I'll get you some water, but you're staying right here on your back and keep all that cum in your pretty little pussy." His eyes glinted and I wasn't sure if his instructions were because it would truly help me get pregnant or just because he liked the idea. 

"Thank you Uncle Max," I said, moaning a little as he began to work his fingers into the muscles of my legs. They were a little tingly from having been tied up for so long and it felt good as he massaged them, sending away the minor sensation of pins and needles. He works his way from the pads of my feet up to my thighs, taking turns with each leg. I was starting to feel aroused again, my pussy flaring to life as he dug his fingers into my sensitive inner thighs. 

But he left me staring up at the ceiling as he went to get some water for us. Thinking about him. Life. Sex. Babies. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Not really. But I wanted Uncle Max's baby. I was turned on that he wanted to impregnate me. That he had a plan to and that he was enacting it. Much sexier than a turkey baster. I giggled a little at the thought. 

"What's so funny?" Oops. Uncle Max had come back already. 

"I was thinking about turkey basters," I confessed and he laughed. 

"My way is much more fun." 

"Yes it is," I said. I propped myself up onto my elbows and he glared at me, but since I didn't get up any further and was careful to keep my hips tilted upwards, supported by the pillows beneath my ass, he didn't say anything. "Does this mean you're going to keep me? 

Uncle Max raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the bed next to me, putting the glass of water close enough that I could sip through the straw. "Of course I'm going to keep you. You're going to be Gloria's new mommy." A thrill of excitement rushed through me. His hand cupped over my stomach. "And then you're going to have my baby." Moving the glass of water away, Uncle Max kissed me hard and I moaned as his hand caressed my stomach. "You're mine, sweet niece. I can't wait to see you all swollen with my child."

I couldn't either. 

I spent the next three days mostly on my back, my pussy basically a cum dump for my Uncle. He fucked me raw and I loved every second of it, my pussy squishing with the overflow of cum that he spilled into it. 

It wasn't any surprise to me that we didn't need to try again the next month. I was Gloria's new mommy, Uncle Max was all mine and I was pregnant with his twins. No, it wasn't the life I thought I'd lead, but I was so much happier than I could have ever expected.



Consequences Ch. 11



"God your hot little cunt feels good," he sighed.

"Ohhh yes, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck my slut pussy, Jim. Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock."

They started humping at one another, their crotches slamming together. As he pumped in and out of her, a mixture of juices leaked from her to run down into her ass crack.

"Ohhh God yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy. Oh God. I'm a whore. A nasty little slut. Fuck my slut pussy Jim, fuck my slut pussy."

He was soon pounding in and out of her, ramming his cock at her. As he did a series of aftershocks caused her body to shudder. She threw her legs around Jim's hips and ground their crotches together. Humping herself back at him she squeezed her muscles around his cock, milking it.

"Oh yes. Oh God yes, fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

Having cum, the other men stepped back to watch, their semi-erect cocks in their hands. Her body ached for their touch so her own hands came up to her tits, squeezing them. Her fingers tugging at her swollen nipples. Glancing around she saw the thrill on all their faces, especially Frank's who was smiling down at her as she begged his friend to fuck her.

"Fuck me. Fuck my slut pussy," she kept moaning. "I'm a whore. Oh yes, I'm a dirty little whore. A dirty little whore that loves cock. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy."

Within minutes he started ratcheting in and out of her, driving himself into her over and over with increasing speed. Then he slammed his cock deep into her one last time, burying himself in her as far as possible. He grunted. He groaned. His hips jerked and his dick shot its load inside of her.

"Oh God yes, Jim," she moaned. "Oh yes, cum in my pussy. Cum in my slut pussy."

Not wanting to let him go she kept her legs wrapped around him even after he had finished, her hips continuing to roll and grind against him. But his cock softened and slipped from her pussy's wet embrace, leaving her little choice but to allow him to climb from the bed. She lay there, hungrily looking around the room, her eyes searching for a refreshed cock, someone that was ready for her again. But all of the men had cum within a short period of time, and none were really ready for a second go yet.

Her body ached with desire as she lay there, her shallow breathes passing her open lips. A layer of sweat coated her skin, making it shimmer. Her hands continued squeezing her breasts, molding them. Then one of them slipped away to trail down across her abs. Two of her fingers delved between her spread legs and into her sex. As she pressed the heel of her palm at her swollen clit her hips rolled upon the pillows.

Around her she listened to the men discussing her actions, discussing how she was so feverishly enjoying their use of her. They called her behavior brazen. They called her a whore and a slut. Whether she just wanted to or because he was the loudest, she heard Frank the most. His voice rang with pleasure and excitement as he talked about his wife's slutty actions. When she heard him tell the others that she also liked it in her ass her body shuddered with a mixture of concern and lust.

Suddenly she thought about what was happening, and what would be happening. She thought about the five men taking turns with her. It struck her that she could soon be taking five cocks in her ass, one after the other. As if confirming this possibility Frank's announcement was followed by deep groans of desire, telling her that some, if not all of them, would be taking advantage. And if not her ass, her pussy would certainly be getting fucked again and again. This was what concerned her, the realization that Frank had been right; tonight she would learn the true meaning of sore.

Still, her fingers remained in her pussy while she massaged her tit and whimpered.

She did not know if it was her sad cries or what, but a minute later Chuck and Ken climbed onto the bed. She licked her lips as they moved toward her with their semi-erect cocks in hand.

"You ain't sucked my cock yet," Chuck told her, aiming it at her face.

She forced her hands away from her own body to grab the two members, her fingers finding their bases and greedily tugging on them. Leaning over she wrapped her lips around Chuck's and sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling over his flesh.

"God yes, she is a hungry one," he groaned.

She moaned as the two men covered her tits with their hands, their fingers plying the fleshy mounds. Another hand slipped between her legs to cup her sex, a pair of fingers entering her. Then others began caressing her. Soon she was once more being petted and fondled by all their hands. Her body twisted and squirmed beneath them, her hips gyrating. She panted and gasped as they touched her, caressed her. She whimpered as her fires roared within her.

"God, what a slut," Jim gushed.

"What a beautiful whore," Frank sighed.

"Hot little bitch can't seem to get enough," Ken cheered.

"She definitely wants more," Jim agreed.

"She's one naughty slut," Bill said.

"God, her mouth is good," Chuck moaned.

His cock had grown hard in her mouth, his fingers in her hair helping to pump her lips along it. In her other hand Ken's cock was also growing rigid again, only not as fast.

"God yes, this is good," Chuck sighed.

He shifted his weight, leaning across her to support himself against the wall with his free hand. Then he used the fingers tangled in her hair to hold her head still while he pushed his hips forward, feeding her the length of his cock, forcing her to open her throat and accept it.

"Oh God that's good," he moaned, his crotch at her face.

He held still for a minute, groaning with pleasure as her throat muscles constricted around his cock. Then he pulled back, withdrawing himself enough to allow her to breath. Another minute later he pushed forward again, once more making her accommodate his full length. This set up a routine of him pushing and pulling his hips at her, shoving his crotch into her face one second, then pulling it away the next. Each forward thrust was faster, more demanding. His fingers tensed, dragging at her hair.

"Oh yea. Take it, you fuckin' bitch. Take it," he groaned again and again.

She could not do anything but lay there while he used her, used her mouth as nothing more than another pussy for him to fuck. The sensation of this, the lack of compassion he exhibited, made her feel cheap and tawdry, made her feel dirtier than anything from the past weeks. It made her lust burn throughout her body, made her passion and desire growl with a renewed hunger. Adding to these feelings were the others cheering him on as he abused her mouth, ranting about how much she was enjoying it while their hands squeezed her tits, their fingers pulling at her nipples, toying with her pussy.

After several minutes she heard Ken call for him to stop, telling his friend that he wanted to fuck her from behind. She had continued tugging at the man's cock and knew it was fully erect again. Her pussy quivered with anticipation at having a second cock inside her.

Chuck did as asked. Driving his cock into her throat a couple more times he then stopped and pulled back. For a moment only the head of it remained between her lips. Hungrily she suckled on this fleshy bulb, swirling her tongue over it.

"Damn that was good," Chuck sighed. "She's such a cheap whore."

"Roll over bitch," Ken growled, grabbing her and starting to flip her onto her stomach.

Chuck's cock head was pulled from her mouth. The other men's hands helped get her rolled over and up on all fours. Then, while she knelt there with her ass lifted into the air and her tits swaying beneath her, their hands once again grabbed at her different parts.

"Ohhh," she panted.

As Ken got into position behind her, Chuck knelt before her, his cock once more aimed at her mouth. He pulled her hair away from her face. She watched him stroking himself, her tongue licking her lips. He leaned forward, pressed the tip to her lips then past them. This time though he did not quickly ram it forward. Instead he gradually fed her the rigid shaft, slowly sliding it and into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned as it caressed her lips.

Then as the head entered her throat, Ken pressed his cock at her pussy. Her stretched, wet opening allowed him to easily slide into her fully, his crotch grinding against her asscheeks.

"Mmmm-mmmm," she moaned.

Over the next few minutes the two men worked to find a rhythm. At first they were awkward, pushing and pulling at her uncooperatively. But then they found a basic timing and their two cocks began pumping into her with a decent, if imperfect, tempo. Back and forth they rocked, humping themselves at her body in near unison. As her pussy muscles were clenching around Ken's cock head, she was swirling her tongue over Chuck's, holding it tightly with her lips. As Chuck's crotch pressed at her face, Ken's rubbed against her ass.

The others stood on either side of them, cupping and molding her tits while joining their friends in raining down more obscenities upon her.

"Oh yea, the whore's getting fucked good now."

"She likes those two hard cocks in her."

"Take our cocks you dirty slut."

"Fuck yea, take them you dirty whore."

Among them she heard Frank's voice as well, thick with the pleasure of watching.

"That's it, take their cocks Baby," he sighed.

Having already cum once neither of the men were near to doing so again and so their duel penetration of her continued for several minutes. Their cocks pumped in and out of her, used her as their passions grew.

Kneeling between them, looking up into Chuck's hungry expression from under heavy lids, she whimpered. Her body thrilled in their assaults. The feel of their two cocks driving into her awakened another orgasm, stirred it to life within her loins. Her flesh quivered, glimmering with a fresh coat of sweat as they fucked her, their cocks sliding along her different lips, caressing her nerve endings. They filled her again and again, drove themselves into her body. The new orgasm was drawn forward, pulled through her mind and body toward the edge.

Eventually Chuck's hips jerked out of sync with the rhythm, slapped at her face spastically. His hand tightened in her hair, twisting her neck slightly. 

"Oh fuck yea. Fuck yea," he groaned.

Within her mouth she felt his cock grow stiffer, tasted precum.

His nearing climax made him loose the rhythm more and more, made him pound into her roughly. His hold in her hair grew tenser. He grabbed the base of his cock and held it, his fingers bouncing off her lips, keeping the head from continuing to enter her throat. He groaned a few more times then pulled out of her mouth and started to jerk-off with his cock aimed at her face. After a few strokes he came, his semen splashing across her cheek, shooting into her hair.

She knelt there, panting from her open mouth while being sprayed like a porn star.

When he was done cumming Chuck released her hair and sat back on the mattress, his hand absently pulling at his withering cock. Leaning against the wall he stared into her face, his eyes sparkling with the pleasure she provided.

She returned his gaze and felt the orgasm rumbling forward, inching closer to the ledge. Now free of the one cock and able to do so, her body started rocking back at the remaining cock. Beneath her swaying body her tits were squeezed and molded by Jim and Bill.

Behind her Ken's rhythm steadily increased until he grabbed her hips tightly and used them to push and pull her in unison with his own rocking hips. He used her body to fuck his cock as much as he was fucking her. He slammed himself into her, drove her back along his cock, thrusting it deep into her.

She was jerked back and forth, her head bouncing, her hair flying. The rigid cock filled and refilled her, drawing her orgasm ahead, bringing it closer to the edge. One of the men pulled her nipple hard, twisting the swollen nub. Shockwaves of pain bolted through her, electrocuted her nerves with the unexpected sensation. Suddenly her orgasm exploded. Her ass hopped and jerked against Ken, grinding and humping through a series of jackrabbit spasms. Her pussy clamped tightly around his shaft, her exploding lust trying to milk its climax from it. Her back arched, cramming her tits into the other's hands. Her head flew back, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open, lips shuddering.

"Ohhh God," she cried out. "Oh God yes. God yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Ohhh God yes, fuck me."

Ken pumped himself into her a few more times then he slammed his crotch against her ass, driving his cock deep into her. It exploded inside her. His fingers clenched on her hips, tightening as he spasmed against her in-turn.

She panted and whimpered, thrilling in the sensation of a third cock shooting off inside her sex. Fireworks flashed throughout her mind and body.

"Oh my God. Cum in me. Cum in my pussy," she moaned. "Oh God yes. Oh God, my slut pussy."

Moments later as her orgasm began subsiding Ken pulled his dick from her and climbed from the bed. Julie remained kneeling, her body quivering through the aftershocks. She whimpered as Jim's hand lost contact with her breast so he could next move behind her. He guided his cock to her pussy and the head easily slid inside her. Instinctively she wanted to shove herself back along the shaft, but when she tried Jim stopped her with his hands on her hips, causing her to whimper with need.

"Get down," he instructed, moving one hand to her shoulders and applying pressure.

She did as she was told, dropping down so that her shoulders and face were on the mattress. This raised her ass high into the air and forced Bill to release her other tit, the fleshy mounds being mashed into the bed.

With her in place Jim grabbed both her hips again and held her steady as he moved just the head of his cock around in her opening. This made her body long even more to push back onto him and she whimpered into the mattress. But she did not have to wait long. Soon Jim slowly slid his hips forward, gradually burying himself to the hilt in her then grinding his crotch into her ass.

She moaned with the feel of it, with having a forth cock in one night filling her sex. She felt it brushing around inside her, felt it caressing her walls.

"Oh yesss," she sighed. "Oh yesss. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me with your cock."

Just as slowly as he had entered her, he pulled back, withdrawing most of his cock from her wet embrace. Then he pushed ahead again, once more at a teasing pace. Doing this a couple more times, his hands stretched out and his thumbs pulled her ass cheeks apart, a hungry groan coming from him. Recognizing this as her first clue that Frank's announcement was about to be taken advantage of she felt a wave of excited anticipation roll through her.

Confirming her suspicion, his next withdrawal was complete. He pulled his cock from her and pressed the tip of it to her sphincter. Without any other preparation it took a moment to push the head in. But with the amount of juices that had run down from her pussy and those thickly coating him, once she was opened the rest of his cock easily slid into her. Still he did so slowly, slower than he had her pussy. Partial inch after partial inch of him entering her, spreading her, filling her rectum.

"Ohhh," she moaned as he buried himself in her.

"You like that slut?" Jim asked, grinding himself against her. "You like my cock in your ass?"

"Oh yesss. Oh yesss," she answered, her ass twitching against him.

With a quiet chuckle he slowly pulled back, withdrawing inches of himself from her. Then he slid them back in, once more filling her ass with his rigid meat. Gradually he worked himself in and out of her, removing most of his cock from her gripping hole, then pushing it back in.

Lying with the side of her face on the bedspread, her ass lifted in the air, her body delighted in the repeated caresses of her sphincter's sensitive nerves. His hold on her had weakened and she reflexively rocked herself back at him, helping him fuck her ass. The aftershocks still rolling through her were soon joined by the awakening of yet another orgasm.

"Ohhh yes. Oh God yesss. Fuck my ass, Baby. Fuck my ass," she whimpered, their pace slightly increasing.

"The bitch can't seem to get enough," Chuck laughed.

"How bout it whore, you likin' that cock?" Bill asked.

"Ohhh yes," she sighed. "Ohhh yes. Oh God yes, I love his cock in my ass."

"That's it bitch," Frank cheered. "Tell us how you like being fucked. Tell us how you like having a hard cock in you."

"Ohhh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my dirty ass."

"You're a slut, aren't you?" Jim groaned, his cock sliding completely into her once more. "A cock hungry little slut."

"Yesss," her ass pushed back at his crotch. "I'm a slut. A whore. I'm a nasty little whore. And I love your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my whore ass."

She knelt there with her eyes closed, being anally fucked. Her passions growing, her rocking hips worked to match Jim's building rhythm. Being stretched, her sphincter loosened, made it easier for them to work his shaft in and out of her. Lust rolled through her body, electrical fireworks cascaded through her mind. She whimpered and mewed, telling them all what a dirty slut she was.

"Oh God yes. Fuck my ass, Baby. Fuck my ass," she moaned. "I'm such a nasty slut, such a dirty whore. Oh God yes, fuck me."

Gradually his pace increased, his cock sliding in and out of her faster, pushing deep into her rectum. With each forward thrust he ground his crotch at her, rolling the length inside her. Like Chuck and Ken, he had already cum once and was in no hurry as he rhythmically fucked her. His hands squeezed her hips, his crotch pressed against her cheeks.

They pumped themselves at one another. His cock slid in and out. She rocked her body, pumping herself along his shaft. She whimpered as his girth slid into her, filled her. She ground herself at him, panted and moaned.

"Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass," she moaned, slamming herself back on him.

Her hunger and her lust made her orgasm sway toward the ledge, made it teeter and hang there, teasing. It hovered so close to its release, yet did not let go. Her body shuddered with its nearness. Her sweat coated flesh quivered, her ass twitched. She ground herself at him, humped herself at his pistoning cock.

"Oh God yes. Fuck my ass, my dirty little ass.

Her actions affected Jim. His pumping cock grew stiffer with each thrust. He drove into her faster, tried to bury himself in her deeper. His hands became heavy on her hips and made her match his increasing pace.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass," he announced.

"Ohhh yes," she cried, hungry to feel him do so.

"You dirty slut," he growled, his crotch smacking against her cheeks.

"Ohhh. Ohhh yes, ohhh yes," she whimpered with her need.

"Oh God yes. I'm cumming in your ass you filthy bitch."

He buried himself deep inside her. His cock twitched, then jerked as it started spraying her insides with his cum, its warmth coating her rectum.

"Ohhh God yes. Cum in my ass. Cum in my nasty little ass," she cried out, her orgasm still only teetering on the edge.

She shoved herself on him. She clenched her sphincter on his cock, milking him as they twitched and jerked together. She tried and tried to coax her orgasm forward, but it remained hovering on the brink.

Moments later, after he had filled her ass with his cum, she whimpered sadly as he pulled out of her. Drops of cum leaked from her and ran down into her slit where they mixed with the juices there. His hands left her hips. Then they seemed to immediately return, their absence so short it barely registered. Something pressed at her sphincter and a cock head slipped into her now stretched hole effortlessly.




Consequences Ch. 11



"Have another one in your ass whore," Bill growled from behind her.

While Jim had been shooting his cum in her ass, Bill had moved into position to immediately replace Jim when he backed away. Lost in her endeavors to release her own orgasm she had been too preoccupied to notice this. Now as the rigid shaft slid along her sphincter's nerve endings and filled her, her orgasm was yanked over the edge to tear through her.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God yes," she cried out, her body twitching and shaking.

"That's it, whore," Bill said as he ground his crotch against her ass cheeks. "Cum with my cock in your ass. Show us what a dirty tramp you are."

"Oh God yes," she cried again, grinding her ass back at him.

Her orgasm exploded through her, unleashing waves of electrified lust along her nerves. Her body shuddered, her flesh quivered atop her pulsing muscles. She whimpered into the bedspread, bit her lip. She rolled her hips, her bent legs wobbling. Her ass jerked and hopped, grinding hard against him over and over, her sphincter clenching tightly around his cock.

"Ohhh yes. Oh God yesss."

The fireworks had barely started when Bill pulled back, removing part of his cock, then shoving his hips forward, slamming his entire length back into her rectum.

"Ugghhh," she cried out, her orgasm gaining new strength. "Ohhh God yes. Ohhh God yes."

Wave after wave of electricity flowed through her with increased force. Her ass hopped and jerked, her body spasming on the bed. She cried and whimpered, her tensing muscles twitching spastically.

When the orgasm began to fade moments later, her relaxing body allowed Bill to start pumping himself into her, fucking her ass while the aftershocks rolled through her. He rocked his hips at her, pulling back then shoving forward, his hands on her hips moving her with him. In and out his cock slid, her tiring muscles no longer clenching tightly at his girth.

"Yea, take it whore," he groaned again and again. "Take my cock in your ass."

He was soon slamming himself into her with a frenzy, his hands yanking her back onto him. The force of it caused her to grab onto the bedspread, her fingers jerking at it. Her buried face muffled her cries.

"Yea, take it whore," he growled. "Take my cock like the cheap tramp you are."

He pounded his cock into her angrily, hammering her with it. Her body was shoved and pulled with him, her ass drilled.

"God damn whore," he roared. "Nasty ass slut. Cock hungry bitch. Take my cock, you tramp. Take it like the whore you are."

"Fuck yea, look at her being ass-fucked," Frank groaned from the bedside. "Look at the dirty whore."

"Ohhh yes," she cried, her voice muted by the bedspread. "Fuck me. God yes, fuck my ass. I'm a whore. A cheap little whore. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

Over and over the trio repeated their sentiments while the other men stood by watching and listening. Julie felt their eyes on her, felt them staring in awe over her actions and her words. Although she was thrilled by all of this, by Bill's treatment of her and how it was causing her to react, by his use of her for his own enjoyment and ignoring her pain filled cries, she wanted it to end. She wanted the pain to end. So she struggled to squeeze his cock with her sphincter, trying to milk his climax from him. In response she felt him steadily growing harder within her as he continued to abuse her ass, pounding into her venomously. Again and again he drilled into her, and with each thrust he came closer to cumming.

"You're a whore, a nasty little whore," he groaned.

"Ohhh God yes. I'm a whore. A cheap little slut," she agreed, her ass being jerked along his shaft. "Fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I am."

Grunting loudly he slammed himself into her once more. His hands pulled her hips into him, his crotch against her ass. His cock twitched inside her. It unleashed his load, pumping warm semen into her. Whimpering and moaning she ground herself back at him. 

When he was done cumming he pushed her away roughly, unceremoniously yanking his cock from her ass. Her weak legs gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, her body splaying out. She groaned weakly. Her sphincter hurt, her entire body was tired. She would have sworn that she was simply too exhausted to raise her ass back into the air, but then she felt the bed shifting as someone else climbed behind her.

"Come on whore, get up here," Frank ordered, his hands grabbing her hips and urging them up.

With a whimper she pushed her legs back beneath her and raised herself up to him. Her face remained buried in the bedspread, hiding the handful of tears running from her eyes.

"Look at her wanting more," Jim cheered.

"She just can't seem to get enough," Ken agreed.

Frank's cock easily slid into her pussy. It brushed along her opening, running across the nerves. She gasped with the penetration and struggled to hold still as he began to fuck her.

"Your pussy's wet and sloppy, slut," he announced. "That from all these cocks tonight?"

"Yesss. Oh God yes," she cried.

After only a few strokes he began driving himself into her heatedly, his time watching the others use her while stroking his own cock having brought him close to cumming.

She knelt there barely holding herself up on her weak legs. His pistoning cock felt good, but it also hurt. Her body was tired, exhausted. Her muscles sore and limp. Toward the idea of hurrying his climax and then hopefully getting to rest she moaned out encouragements and rocked her hips with him.

"Ohhh God yes. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my slut pussy with your cock. My whore pussy. Ohhh, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder."

Although he was already ramming himself into her, he responded to her urging. His crotch slapped against her ass. His hands gripped her hips roughly as he built up speed and friction.

"Ohhh God," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock. Your hard cock. Fuck my pussy. Oh God yes, fuck my pussy."

She was slamming her ass back at him, pushing herself at him. She shifted a little to place her hands flat on the bed next to her shoulders, then used them as leverage to help her push back at him with even more force.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder." She cried out. "Ohhh God. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder."

She felt him growing stiffer, heard his moans turn thicker, and she sensed his climax nearing its release. Whimpering louder she squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock, clenching at it hungrily.

"You fuckin' whore," he growled.

He pounded into her a few more times, pulling her back at him, straining to bury even more of himself in her. He groaned loudly. His cock twitched, jumped inside of her and shot his load of semen into her.

"Ohhh God. Ohhh God," she cried out.

She clamped down with her muscles. She ground her ass back at him, pushing for it to go deeper, to touch her in places not yet explored, her hunger overriding her pain and exhaustion.

Moments later Frank pushed her away like Bill had, yanking his cock from her. She groaned with sadness, the sudden loss bothering her even in her weakened state, making her feel wanting.

As the bed shifted under him climbing off it she collapsed into a heap, whimpering quietly. Juices leaked from her holes, running down onto her legs to dry as they were on her cheek and in her hair. The voices and the laughter of the men registered faintly with her, then the folds of sleep slowly wrapped themselves around her and she drifted off into an exhausted slumber.

THE END