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Twisted Ch. 01

By: shootlarge



"Mother fucker!" she said out loud. "I'll bet the son-a-fa-bitch is really out fucking someone else."

Rebecca was pissed.

"The asshole would rather play golf than fuck me," she hissed through her teeth.

She drove fast down the highway. It was only about ten miles to go. She tried to calm down. It was the madness she thought. It was coming back. She had barely slept in two days. Her mind was racing. One thought after the other leapt into her head. She lit a cigarette. She felt the nicotine coursing through her veins. She needed to slow down. She would be there before Steve and she didn't like to wait.

"That asshole just can't handle a real woman. He was all talk. He couldn't hold out. He would fuck her for three minutes, come and then his dick would shrivel up and just hang there. He would be all out of breath and sweaty. She couldn't stand him any more. She couldn't make him understand. Dammit, dammit, why did she do it? What did she see in him?" she kept saying to herself.

The "asshole" was Richard Freeman, her western history professor. They had begun seeing each other the previous semester. Rebecca was drawn to older men. Professor Freeman like so many men were more talk than deed. Rebecca was impulsive and lacked self-discipline. She was easy prey for the likes of Professor Freeman. She wasn't the first and no doubt would not be the last. It was all such a cliché and so predictable. Rebecca had made a fool of herself. 

"Steve wasn't like that," she said to out loud. She always talked out loud to herself when she was agitated. She hated Steve. She hated Steve so much she left him. She left him for Richard Freeman. But she needed Steve. She needed a place to stay. She needed someone who understood her... understood what she needed. That is why she needed Steve he understood, he could see right through her. He could make her do things, things that made her hate her self for liking them, bad things She hoped he would take her back. "Maybe he will," she whispered to herself.

Rebecca was not stupid. Quite the contrary. Her scores were high in almost every area. She read constantly and broadly. She was very bright, charming, a wonderful conversationalist. But not only bright, she was beautiful as well. But for all of her intelligence she had been in college for seven years and still had not obtained a degree. Her impulsiveness had led her in too many directions. A natural blonde, her hair was thick and wavy, but like it's owner, it was difficult to manage. She was constantly trying to tame it, to make it do what she wanted, but it did as it would, and frankly she was the more beautiful for it. She was taller than most women and some men. She had rather small breasts, but a slim waist and lovely hips. Even in high school she garnered attention from the boys and envy from the other girls. Often she would catch older men looking at her ass. Her high school band teacher even contrived some infraction so as to get the opportunity to give her ass a paddling. She would hear family members talking about it behind her back. Her older cousins were always trying to cop a feel. Steve was one of them. Steve's Aunt Anne had adopted Rebecca, so he felt that since she wasn't blood kin there wasn't a good reason not to have a go with her. Steve was her oldest cousin, fourteen years her senior.

She could see the lights of the diner ahead. It was about ten miles across the state line from Texarkana in East Texas. She was getting anxious now. She took one last long draw from the cigarette and rubbed it out in the ashtray. 

"Damn," she thought, "Steve hates it when I smoke. What'll I do?"

Her body had it's own answer. She felt her nipples stiffen under her blouse. She squeezed her legs together and squirmed. She could feel the wetness between the lips of her pussy run out onto her thighs making them slick. 

"I should have worn panties. I am such a slut," She said as she frantically searched her purse for some tissue while holding the steering wheel with one hand. 

She couldn't help it. It was a conditioned response. That is why she hated Steve. He had that effect on her. He taught her to get excited when she became anxious. He taught her to become aroused by her fear of displeasing him. He taught her to feel pleasure from the pain he inflicted on her. She never felt as free as when he tied her up. She wandered many times if it was all Steve's fault or if she was just that way and he could see it in her. Maybe he had some power to make her, something that always made her do as he pleased. Either way she had found herself drawn to him from early childhood. 

She had a crush on him when she was just ten. He used to toss her about and take her fishing. He even let her take a sip from his beer. He explained to her about boys. He let her ride on his horses and took her everywhere in his pick-up truck. He left for the Air Force and went to California. She didn't see him until eight years later at a family reunion. He had returned home to the family place. He no longer looked boyish. His parents had died and he was coming back to live there. There was a touch of gray in the hair around his temples and he wore it shorter now. She saw him differently now. She noticed how broad his shoulders were, he was lean and narrow through the hips, but it was his butt she really liked. He looked good in jeans. He had a cute round butt and she wondered if it was the outline of his cock she could see in the front of them. She remembered that day. Then she remembered the day after; what Steve had done to her. She had asked for it, she told herself. All Steve had to do was make his move. 

He had noticed her too. She was a different girl now. She was like a ripe fruit, a flower in full bloom. It would be a shame to let it go past the point of its ripeness he thought. She came to the home place to see him the next day. He knew what for and he plucked the fruit.

Rebecca wheeled into the parking lot. She wished she knew what his vehicle looked like. She hated to walk in the way she was. She knew that she would attract the stares of strange men. She wore a tight short black skirt and a tight sleeveless black turtleneck blouse with black pumps... and no panties or stockings. It made her feel vulnerable, she hated that, and yet she could feel the tingling in the pit of her stomach and the wetness between her thighs returning. She composed herself and walked in checking her watch. He told her he would meet her at eight. It was eight-ten. Surely he was here now. Thank goodness she wore a bra, she thought.

"Smoking or non, Sugar," the hostess ask her as she looked around for Steve.

"Just let me have a booth. It doesn't matter."

She followed the hostess to a booth and saw Steve turn the corner across the diner. He was coming out of the men's room. They recognized each other immediately and they both sat down.

"So what brings you to this part of Texas? I figured you would be all fat and happy with your professor fella?" Steve said with his long slow drawl grinning slightly.

"Don't be mean to me." She felt herself begin to flush. Just being this close, hearing his voice, knowing his dark eyes were on her, distracted her to no end. She couldn't think of where to begin.

"You were the mean one. Remember?"

"I am sorry. I am so damn sorry. I was so stupid."

"Yep, you were. You know damn well that fella couldn't handle you. Listen darling, I know how you are. You may not like to admit it, but I know what you need... and what you like."

She couldn't think of anything to say. She knew he was right. She just kind of sat there her eyes downcast.

"You're wet aren't you?" 

She hated it when he said things like that. It made her feel has though he had no fear of offending her, no respect for her, like he was so superior. Deep down she knew it was true and on a deeper level she knew that was what she craved from a man.

"I tell you what. You reach under that little skirt of yours and pull your panties off and hand them to me under the table. Let me see just how wet you are."

"I can't."

"You'd better if you want to get on my good side."

"I can't. I am not wearing any."

"Damn baby, you are one hot little bitch," Steve said with crooked grin. "Maybe we should go right now."

Steve left a five on the table even though they hadn't even ordered anything and started walking for the door. Rebecca gathered up her purse and followed awkwardly behind him. She seemed less graceful in her heels going out than she had been coming in. He was already in the truck. 

"You get in with me. I'll get your car later."

She climbed into the passenger side and Steve drove off into the night.

"Scoot over here darling."

She moved across the seat and sat close to Steve. He put his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her thighs fell open naturally giving him all the access he needed, but he didn't take it. He just let her feel his warm big hand only inches from her cunt.

"Tell me about this professor fella. What happened?"

Rebecca didn't know what to say. Anything she said would only humiliate her. She just sat there and hung her head. Then she said, almost mumbling, " I don't think he really loved me."

"Yeah right. He didn't fuck you enough or do it the right way did he? Hell, baby that old fart takes advantage of young women like you because that is the only way he can get his dick up. As soon as he gets used to you he finds someone else. He just needs the excitement of new pussy once he's got it he loses interest." 

Steve was right. Steve was like that. He knew human nature. He knew animals too. Steve used to break horses. He could read a horse or a woman. He could be gentle or as firm as he had to be. He would have a horse neck reining in no time. He could have a woman out of her clothes begging to please him in no time too.

She was surprised Steve was not mad at all. He seemed amused by it all. It all seemed matter-of-fact to him.

"Wait a minute, that old fart is only a couple of years older than you," she answered back.

Steve's voice became serious and low. He turned his head and looked down at Rebecca, "Yeah, but he ain't me."

The sound of his voice the way he said it, gave Rebecca a chill and excited her too. Steve said nothing else and she just sat there her legs apart and his warm big hand resting on the inside of her thigh.

Soon they got to the Steve's home place. It had changed a lot. The drive could have easily been missed had you not known where to turn. Where cattle once grazed there was now a pine forest. The gravel drive seemed longer than she had remembered. The house was a quarter mile from the road, but the drive seemed to meander forever through the pines. From the highway down the drive it was dark and you could not see the house lights through the pine trees until they got right up on it. But Steve didn't stop at the house. He drove right by it to the barn in back and parked the pickup.

"Get out," Steve said as he exited his own side of the truck.

Rebecca slid out the driver side. She dressed so that Steve might be impressed at the sight of her, but she didn't count on him taking her out here. Her heels and skirt looked out of place out here. The spikes of her shoes sank in the soil and made walking difficult. Steve looked at home in his own jeans and boots. She couldn't take her eyes off of his butt as he walked ahead of her. Damn she thought, she wished she was so sex obsessed. He disappeared down a dark hall in the middle of the barn and Rebecca waited out in the front. In a minute she saw a light come on from a doorway.

"Come here Rebecca. I am waiting on you."

She took off her heels and ambled in the dark over the soft dirt and straw to the doorway. She looked in. It was a tack room. Steve was leaning back against a saddle. She stepped in and up onto the rough floorboards. All around her were saddles, bridles, lariats, and spurs. It smelled of leather and mink oil. There were hooks and rings on the bare board walls with all manner of tools of the horseman's trade. Only a single light bulb dangling from the beam ceiling lit the room. Rebecca was scared. Steve knew it. He stepped by her and pushed the door closed.

"Now you listen to me. You take off that little outfit of yours. Then you put those shoes on. I don't want you to get a splinter in your feet. Besides I like the way those high heels jack your ass up nice and tight."

She did as she was told. Pulling her top over her head. Her nipples were already hard. Hearing him talk this way always got her excited, but the feel of the knit material raking across them and then the cool night air only made them more sensitive. She looked at Steve to see his reaction to seeing her naked breast, but he had his back to her getting something out of a cabinet. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Before he turned around she slipped her heels on and stood there not knowing what to do with her hands. She was feeling more brazen now, she stood up straight, her shoulders back, her back arched. She wanted Steve to notice how hot she was, she wanted his attention, she knew her clit was stiff, she could feel the tingle. She was ready for anything.

When Steve turned around he held a leather harness looking thing. It had buckles and D-rings all over it.

"What is that?"

"Something I made. I think it will work just fine on you."

She was flattered that he had been thinking of her enough to make something special for her. Then she looked more closely at it and noticed that the leather didn't look new and stiff. It looked like it had been used. She wondered who he had used it on. It had a collar he slipped over her head and a strap in front and one in back. More leather straps branched out from either of those straps. Steve reached between her legs and pulled the front strap up between them and buckled it tightly to the strap extending down her back, so tight it cut into the lips of her pussy and rubbed painfully in the crack of ass. She was beginning to realize how wet she was. The pressure of the strap had caused her juices to be squeezed out between her thighs. She could feel the wetness there and in between her ass cheeks. The other straps he buckled tightly around her body, one just above her breast, one just below, one around her waist and one around her hips. All the buckles were in back where she couldn't reach them. The wide straps squeezed her tits, waist, and hips tightly and had the effect of a corset, keeping her standing erect. Then he put leather cuffs around her wrist and ankles and applied a small brass "Master" lock on each one. It chilled her. She knew he wasn't playing when he locked the cuffs. She knew he wanted complete control. She started to protest and then she realized how much she needed him... how much she wanted him.

"Come over here."

He lead her over to the board wall and with her facing it stretched each wrist out and clipped it to rings in the wall. They were high and caused her breast to press against the rough boards of the wall of the tack room. She arched her back even more hoping he would notice it and maybe move the strap from her crotch and fuck her. It felt good rubbing against her now very wet cunt lips, it aroused her, but what she wanted was to feel his cock inside her. She loved the way his cock rubbed her inside. It always made her cum. It had been so long she had felt it. But now she heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of his belt buckle, then the sliding of the belt from the waist of his jeans. She hoped the next sound would be the sound would be the zipper of his jeans. It wasn't to be.

"You can yell as loud as you want, no one cares here."

Without warning Steve whipped her ass with the doubled belt, first once and then he paused, then again and again rapidly and without mercy. Rebecca danced and twisted wildly, crying, pleading him to stop. Steve just smiled, he enjoyed this. He knew even though she was crying that she knew it would happen, just like it had happened before. Red welts were rising on her shapely ass and he paused.

"You knew I would do this didn't you? Don't worry, it is good for you. Remember how you used to thank me for whipping you? Remember how you told me it helped you to be a good girl."

She just sobbed and nodded. Then he whipped her more. She screamed and begged for mercy. Steve only whipped her harder and faster each stroke designed to land precisely on her ass, legs, and back. Tears were streaming down her face. When she finally quit struggling and just hung there and took it Steve stopped. He unhooked her wrist and let her down. She turned and hugged him and thanked him for taking her back. She kissed his face and mouth and began to unbutton is shirt, and rubbed down his chest and unbuttoned his jeans frantically, desperate to find his cock. It was hard and seemed longer and thicker than she had remembered or maybe she was just so glad to have it, she couldn't tell. She kissed it and licked it reverently, she cradled his balls in her hand and then she engulfed it, taking her tongue and twirling it around the head the way he liked it.

"Wait a minute. Stand up."

She stood up and Steve led her over to were a saddle rested. He moved the saddle and bent her over the wood frame. Obediently she offered her ass to him. Steve unbuckled the strap between her legs freeing her pussy. He stepped up behind her and rubbed the tip of his dick in between her cunt lips. Rebecca backed up, anxious to have his cock in her, but she didn't have to wait, Steve pushed the length of it deep inside her. She grunted as he took her by her hips, her ass burned as his own sweat touched the welts on her ass, but the feel of his cock inside her rubbing her g-spot was just what she needed. It wasn't long before she came, screaming as though she was being whipped, but Steve fucked her the same way he whipped her and he kept at it, his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. She came again, and again. Cumming was easy for Rebecca. She was one of those rare women who could cum from just by being fucked again and again. Her problem was finding a man who could give it to her long enough. Steve was such a man and she was beginning to realize how rare he was as well. He wasn't afraid to hurt her the way she needed it. He didn't make her feel bad for needing it. And he never left her feeling frustrated, fucking her until she was weak from cumming.

Finally Steve came, growling that low growl she was fond of as he unloaded his hot semen in her pussy. He rested a moment then he pulled out. Damn, she thought, she hated the feeling of his cock pulling from her pussy, but she couldn't bring herself to complain out loud. He gave her just what she wanted... and she knew he would do it again.

"Oh Steve, you fuck me too good. You know I don't deserve it."

"No you don't. You'd be much better off if you would mind me. I think I have been too easy on you. Maybe I won't be from now on."

Steve took a chain from the cabinet that he took the leather harness from and led Rebecca back over to the wall hook and chained and locked her to it. He pulled the strap back up between her legs and buckled it tightly between her legs, then tossed her a rough wool blanket.

"You'll sleep here in the barn tonight. I want you to think about how foolish you have been."

Twisted Ch. 01



Hi all! This is my first submission to Literotica, so be gentle with me!

This is intended as the first of a series of incestuous dark fantasy adventures set in modern times, really more of a prologue. I'd be so grateful for any feedback or comments people are willing to give. All characters are over 18. 

Chapter 01: The Alpha

Louis Twist scratched his stubbled chin as he walked into the hotel room. It smelled of sweat and lust, scents his biology was attuned to. He clasped his hands behind his back, as another scent drifted in. This one was sweet and earthy, but sharp, like cherries and chilli pepper.

"Hello daughter," he said.

Senna Twist moved passed him, through the open door. Her pale blue eyes lingered over him, taking in his tall frame, his greying cropped hair. He'd gained new scars since the last time they'd met, pink slashes travelling down the side of his neck.

"Do they go all the way down your body, Daddy?" she asked, a purr in her voice. It was a warm, throaty voice, one that never failed to have an effect on him. Like a miniature vibration that stimulated his nerves, like a direct current that earthed itself deep in his stomach. Senna licked her lips, dark brown lipstick matching her eye-shadow, her nails. She was blonde, this time, almost white, her long hair tied up and back, as if her next stop after the dank and dingy motel was a high-class wedding. She wore a dark jacket, short, one that only covered the tops of her arms and the top of her torso. She wore an electric blue corset beneath it, run through with black lace designs. It pushed up her breasts, smooth pale curves that ignited the few parts of Louis her voice did not. Only on close inspection would anyone see the shapes stitched into the corset, the vile images that suggested lust and depravity.

"No time for that, my dear," he said. Even so, her pull was strong, her scent almost overriding his will. She wore a black skirt, short, her pale legs bare, accentuated by the 4-inch blue high heeled stilettos she wore. He took in her sensual movements as she walked past him, her well-shaped ass shifting beneath the skirt.

"No, I don't suppose there is," she replied. Her tongue moved out, slowly, from her mouth, before licking her top lip. A snake tasting the atmosphere, thought Louis. "Oooh the pheromones here, Daddy! I've rarely known them so powerful."

"Someone has been dealing in the forbidden," he said. She nodded, before easing herself down onto all fours. She crawled across the carpet of the room, her skirt riding up. Louis grinned, even as he felt his teeth grinding. He felt his hardness press against the front of his pants, but with a force of will stopped the tumescence. As pleasant as it would be to lose himself in his daughter here, their lovemaking would wipe any useful information from the scene. She would know that too, of course. He rolled his eyes, and heard her giggle. She stopped at the open door to the bathroom, and glanced back over her shoulder at him.

"I am sorry, Daddy," she said. "But if I can't have your seed, I will feed on your frustration."

"That really isn't polite," he said, but there was little menace in his words. Though there was some.

"Oh," she said, turning away suddenly. "Seed! That's right." This sparked Louis' interest, and he followed his daughter. She crawled into the bathroom, and as he stood in the doorway, he saw her examine the floor of the shower cubicle. "And wasn't he the insatiable one? Three women, one after the other and together. And probably at least one other man, although the traces are obscured by the alpha male's leavings. Which are at their strongest here." She glanced up at her father. "And after all that, he still had to pleasure himself."

Louis could see the trace on the glass of the cubicle, semen spattered and smeared onto it. Still relatively fresh.

"I like him already, Daddy," said Senna, before running her tongue upwards against the glass, licking off every last morsel.

#

The best part of owning your own business, thought Doria, was spending your day doing the things you loved. And if there was one thing she loved, it was working over a thick, well-formed cock. Mel's husband's cock was a smooth, straight phallus, of good length and comfortable girth. He was shaven, which was a plus. Mel wouldn't put up with anything else. And despite the nature of Doria's product, there were still rules. Exotic as her ingredients were, pubic hairs were an innovation too far. And Doria liked the clean feel, the soft, warm texture on her hands and tongue.

From waist height she could see Moses's hands grip the edge of the counter he leaned against. Five minutes. That was practically a record for his first morning pop. As gifted as he could be, he wasn't great at holding it in. Doria took it as a compliment. 

Of course, it wasn't stamina she needed him for, or even quality. It was quantity, all the way. He slid out of her, slick with the moisture from her throat. She inclined her head towards him, drawing the breath she'd been holding, catching the underside of his hood with a small dab of her tongue. His eyes were clenched as tightly as his jaw. Doria stifled a smile.

With a practised hand she brought up the first cake, a moist sponge with an indentation made for the tip of his penis. Her other hand stroked him, using the irregular motion he preferred. He grunted, his least attractive habit.

She felt the spasm through the underside of his dick, as the first warm spurt was captured in the cake.

"Hold it there, baby," she said and to his credit, he managed to, for the second it took her to swap the cake for the plastic container.

"I wanna come on your face!" yelled Moses as spurt after spurt erupted from him. Doria captured it, marvelling as always at the velocity. You might want to come on my face, she thought, but if you did you'd probably give me whiplash.

"Yeah baby," she said instead. "But not while you're on the clock."

He looked confused, but then he wasn't the fastest thinker and he probably hadn't even registered that he'd said anything. Wasn't enough capacity in his head to maintain a distance between his conscious and subconscious. Doria carried on emptying him till his milky seed was sliding around in the bottom of the container. A fair haul for the special items. And the first spurt of the first load of the day was the most special- most powerful- of them all. That one got the premium price tag. The door between the shop and the bakery section swung open. Mel was there. She didn't look happy.

"Mmmornin' honey," said Moses, a dopey look on his face as the endorphins washed their way through him.

"Doria, we need to talk."

That was the Bad Tone. Doria's older sister didn't use it much, which only ever made it worse.

"Thanks, Moses. Come on back when you're ready for round two." He hitched his jeans up and buckled his belt with a smile. He kissed his wife on the way out, oblivious to the Bad Tone. Didn't bode well for the future of the marriage. Doria felt sad at the thought, not sorrow for her sister but for her business.

That's the problem with sailing you life through choppy moral waters, she thought. Empathy becomes optional.

"Please don't tell me your taking him off me," said Doria. "I've already lost my best guy-"

"That's what we need to talk about."

"You've seen Arvin?"

"No, little brother's gone to ground. The problem is, he's left a trail."

"What kind of trail?"

"What kind do you think? He's gone on fucking overdrive, and I do mean FUCKING. Complete hormone meltdown."

"What? How?"

"He's been getting high on his own supply."

Doria felt the counter top jab into her back as she fell against it, an imitation of Moses's posture with none of the associated pleasure. She lifted a shaking hand to her forehead.

"I told him not to-"

"Oh! Oh, if you told him, then it's fine!"

"Melania-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT."

Doria glanced up at her older sister. Despite the tension- despite the fucking danger their brother had brought down on all of them- they both started to laugh.

"I keep telling you," said Mel. "It sounds like a skin condition."

Doria combed through her hair with her fingers. Have to get it re-dyed, she thought, absently. The electric pink was fading. Get it tidied up. The bob was getting ragged.

"Shit," she said. "It's the first rule. Don't loop the seed back into your system."

"Look, we're all perverts,' said Mel. "Rules are for other people, right? They're things to be ignored, preferably in a depraved fashion. Problem is Arvin's a pervert with no fucking sense."

#

Senna's heels click-clicked down the road. The alpha's trail was a mess. He'd given too much of himself to his sex partners at the motel, and his musk had travelled with them. Senna chose the trail that seemed most powerful, and followed it. It didn't matter that much to her. Whatever happened, the alpha's partners would have to be tracked down and cleansed.

It was, of course, the part before the cleansing that Senna lived for. The part where you got dirty. It was the middle of the day. People stopped to watch her pass, and Senna fed off their attention. Not enough to harm them, just to top up the jolt she'd received that morning from the alpha's leavings. She tingled with electricity, aching to share her body. The alpha was incredibly strong. She hoped she caught him first, before her father.

No, she hoped she caught him with her father. The power of their lovemaking- it would be exquisite. She felt herself flush a the thought, and she stopped, letting the wave wash over her. She glanced at the man who passed her on the street. His eyes were transfixed on her, and the wave was strong enough to hit him, too. She watched as he almost keeled over, feeling the sudden kick of hormones flood through his veins. She carried on walking, making a conscious effort to reel her aura in. No time for recklessness. The last thing she wanted was for her father to start hunting her. Well, that wasn't quite true. No, the last thing she needed was for her father to try and neuter her. That wouldn't be pleasant, at all. For either of them.

#

The woman- the mother- had trouble remembering the previous evening. But not the previous night. How she got from the bar to the hotel was a mystery. That's the trouble with booze, and drinking to forget. It sometimes works.

The night though, that was crystal clear. The guy- Arvin?- was way younger. She knew the type, the ones with mommy issues, who like the idea that it was easier to pick up older women. It wasn't, usually. But it worked that night, because how else did she end up where she ended up?

But then, it wasn't just her. There were others. Other girls. Other boys. Other things that she'd never done before. Things she'd never felt before. Dirty, filthy things and ecstasy like she'd never known. When it was over, she came home. Here. Dazed. Ashamed. Aflame.

The night hadn't left her yet. She felt it in her blood. She needed more.

And the only man left in her life was her son.

He didn't work. He was lazy. She told him that. He didn't listen. He took her for granted. He owed her.

"Mom," he said. "You look like shit."

He wasn't wrong. Last night's make-up still on. Blonde, permed hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Damned by her crumpled clothing, the red cocktail dress years too young for her, the cheap matching high heels. No bra. She could have swore she'd left the house with one on. She still had her panties, however soiled. She'd walked passed an old bus on the way home, blasting black fumes from its exhaust. She'd coughed, and been rewarded with a splatter in her underwear. She should have been ashamed, but it hadn't shamed her. She felt it now, remnants from the previous night's partners, dried and rough on her thighs, her unshaven pubis.

There was none of the disappointment she usual felt in her son as she stood in the doorway of the lounge. He hadn't even made it out of his dressing gown, but all he should could think was: good. Easy access. He wasn't tall, wasn't particularly thin. His black hair had begun to recede, and he wore a couple of days worth of stubble.

She needed him inside her, and she watched him twitch and flush, as if he suddenly felt the same heat that she did.

"Mom?" She moved across the lounge, without hesitation, but slowly, sensually. Lithe. A different woman entirely. Every movement spelled out sex.

"Where've you been?" Her eyes dropped to his crotch, and he was already distended. He glanced down himself, shocked.

"Fuck- what the hell?" One leg swept over him, a single movement, straddling him. "Jesus fuck- what do you oh oh yes. Oh yes. Oh I am going to take my dick and ram it in your hole. Your slutty, hot hole."

They were joined in lust, now. Seconds away from joining in body.

"Wet hole," he said, teeth gritted. He was growling, now, scrabbling at his dressing gown, his hard-on pointing up, an arrow aimed beneath her dress. She pushed her finger into his mouth and he bit at it, his tongue working around it, his hands now dragging the bottom of her dress up. Coldness on her exposed thighs, hips. Crotch.

She pulled her hand back, letting the shoulder straps fall, letting her naked, heavy breasts fall out. Then she was between her legs, parting her pussy's lips.

He drove his stiff member up inside her.

He slid up, lubricated by the seed of others and her own slick juice. She was sore. She didn't care. He cared less, pumping his dick up over and over, the sliding motion easier with every thrust. His arms were under hers, his hands touching her shoulder blades, pulling her forward. Dangling a nipple, hard and flushed, into his mouth. He bit at it, making her gasp, before licking it, and sucking on it, then moving to the other.

Then another woman was in the room with them. Standing quietly, watching.

"Always the way," she said with a shake of her head. "It travels down the family ties so easily. And I should know."

They both should have reacted, but they didn't. All that mattered was her center, the inferno inside her, the aching breach he had made in her body that enveloped his cock, that drew at his seed with every slick motion.

The woman stepped around, watching their bodies writhe, watching the woman ride her son. Her presence was a catalyst that made him thrust harder, pound faster into his mother's aching cunt. The woman put her hand on the mother's ass, slowing their rhythm. Their paced eased, allowing the mother to savor each stroke.

"Much better," said the woman, her blue eyes meeting the son's gaze. The son drew a ragged, gasping breath as an orgasm began to rise in him.

The woman's hand lifted the mother up, off her son's cock.

"Oh god... I wanna come..." he said.

"Yes," said the woman. "Of course you do." The mother shivered, exposed, still poised above her son. The woman ran a finger along the crack of her ass, feeling the traces left there, mingling with the moisture of her sex. The woman bent down, the scents thick in the air. Delicious. Her dexterous tongue slid along the mother's labia, tasting the acid tang of her juices. The mother screamed, her nails digging into her son's chest, making him yell, as she orgasmed.

The woman moved lower, then, and traced the underside of the son's erection with the tip of her tongue.

"I'm coming!" he hissed, and plunged himself back into his mother's pussy. The woman's tongue travelled upwards too, tasting the earthiness of the mother's asshole. And as the semen erupted out, deep inside the mother, the mother felt something- some indescribable energy- flood out of them both. And into the woman.

#

Neither of them spoke in the aftermath. They sat next to each other on the couch, both confused, both alone. Both ashamed. That's the problem when alphas are created, thought Senna. They tend to leave wreckage.

"What was..." said the son. "What the hell has... Why did we..?"

"Sorry," said Senna. "You got pulled into something you couldn't possibly understand. My advice, embrace it. There's power to be had-" Senna waved her hand at both of them. "-In this. I've dealt with the... traces that could have killed you. Look at it this way. You've survived contact with a force far more powerful for you, and if you want, you can find the power again for yourself." She shrugged. "Or let it break you. Your choice."

She left them. Some of her family liked to hold people's hands when this kind of thing happened. Introduce them to a reality they hadn't suspected existed. Not Senna. She hadn't even bothered learning their names.

But she hadn't left before the mother gave her the alpha's name.



Twisted Ch. 01



Jake smiled as he watched Yesenia strip out of her bikini. She looked down at his shorts that laid wrinkled up around his ankles and then at his dick as she hooked her thumbs at the side of her bikini bottom moving her hips slowly and seductively as she pulled them down. He began to stroke his cock as his fiancé walked to him still dancing making him hard. Her beautiful breast were in front of his face teasing him as they rubbed against his cheeks. He stopped strokng himself to pull her close to him as he placed her nipple in his mouth gently biting it.

Yesenia moaned as she felt his tongue lick her and smiled hanging on to his head. She sat on top of his lap and began to hump him slowly rubbing her wet pussy on top of his throbbing dick.

Jake smiled as he thought, I'm going to finally do it! I'm going to finally fuck Yesenia!

She grabbed his cock, as if reading his mind, and lifted herself up and was about to place him in her until the door to their room swung open with her twin brother, Daniel entering. "Get dressed, you got another man to seduce."

Jake threw his head back and moaned with disappointment. Yesenia smiled and kissed his nose. "I promise you later on."

"If we ever get a later on." He mumbled.

Yesenia smiled and kissed his head. "Oh you will." She giggled as she climbed off him putting her bikini back on while Jake listed his shorts back up. She looked at Daniel who had his back faced towards him and asked, "How many are there?"

"Not many," he replied. "Approximately four of them surrounding our man, Baskir." He turned around and handed her a tiny bottle of pepper spray.

"No soup came with my salad?"

He smiled at her little joke trying not to stare at her now covered breast and wishing Jake wasn't here so he cam at least touch them. "In case Baskir gets a little touchy. We can't have any kind of holes in him."

"Okay. Where am I going to put it?" Daniel looked up and down her body rolling his eyes as he put the spray back in his pants. Yesenia smiled twitching her nose signaling Daniel. He nodded his head and smiled. She turned to Jake and kissed him. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He stood up and smiled. "I still find it weird how you both can change in front of each other or anybody."

Daniel shrugged as he handed Yesenia her sun glasses and sun lotion to Jake. "To us it's just a body. Nothing special about that."

"Okay?" Jake looked at him and Yesenia strangely as he exited the room. "But doesn't it bug you that you got to touch her in weird places?"

"Jake," Yesenia almost shouted with annoyance. "It's only weird when you make it weird."

Yesenia put her shades on and walked out to the pool with her heels on, lipstick unsmeared, and breast bouncing with each step. Heads turned as the tanned beauty made her way towards their target. Baskir turned his head and smiled at Yesenia. She smiled flipping her hair away from her chest and slowly sat in her chair. She snapped her fingers and Jake walked to her. He bent his head down to let her fake whisper in his ear. He nodded his head and stood up to leave once he saw Baskir smiling towards them. "And don't come back until it is perfect."

Baskir stood up and walked towards Yesenia and sat next to her. "Hello beautiful woman."

Yesenia smiled. "Hey there handsome." She winked and handed him the sun lotion. "Do you mind?"

"Of course not." He took the lotion and began to rub some on her back. "What is your name?"

"Natalia." She said winking at him. "Yours?"

He smiled. "I will be honest with you and say I don't plan on giving you my name and that I came with a purpose you won't expect. But first, I want to know who the men I saw with you are. The one that left and another who looks a little like you except, more attractive." 

Yesenia turned her body completely to face him. "Are you what I think you are?"

He smiled. "Yes. I love men. I want to know though, if you can let me sleep with both of them and I will pay you handsomely. You have to agree that you women love money more than men."

Yesenia forced a smile wanting to slap the bastard. "Of course. How much for my men?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his check. "I believe five hundered thousand dollars is good enough." Baskir smiled showing his pearly white teeth. "If they're any good, you will expect another check double that amount." He winked at her as he stuck the check in her bikini top.

'You suck big time Yesenia.' She heard Daniel telepathically tell her. 'My ass is worth triple than that.'

'Stop complaining Daniel. It's bad enough he thinks you're hotter than me. Be inside the room and wait for me. Call Jake if he's not there yet.' Yesenia smiled at Baskir. "They most certainly are great of a pair together in bed. I'm very sure they won't cause any problem. I will send them both to you in our room." She stood up and smiled sweetly. "If you will please follow me."

Baskir stood up and followed Yesenia focusing in on her jiggly latin ass licking his lips hoping that no one was in her room. He knew who she was and that she was after him. But she will not turn him in without a good fight. And he most certainly wouldn't mind entering her tight ass as she squirmed underneath him.

She stopped in front of her door and was about to knock until she felt Baskir rub himself against her. Yesenia froze as she felt two hard things being pushed against her. Baskir bent his head to her ear lightly nibbling it and whispered, "You filthy little whore. I know who you are and I require a few of your womanly services." She winced as his hand slid down into her bikini bottom lightly having her hairless clit. "Open the door my new filthy slut." He said more loudly.

The door swung open making Baskir jump. Daniel and Jake stood at the doorway with a gun and pepper spray in their hands. Yesenia arched an eyebrow at Daniel. "Really? Again with the pepper spray?"

"I'm trying to save my ammo for real gun fights." He sprayed in Baskir's face allowing Yesenia to punch his stomach and throw him inside the room. Jake punched him making him unconcious and fall to the floor.

Jake looked up at Yesenia and smiled. "So is this considered later on or do I wait until after he's taken into custody?"

Yesenia smiled as she walked to her purse taking out her cell phone. She dialed a number and smiled at Jake. "After he's taken in." After the fifth ring, the call was finally answered. "We got him."

"Great." The feminine voice on the other line said before hanging up to call in helicopters to retrieve the captured wanted man.

"Congratulations you guys," Mr. Chang, the twins and Jake's boss, said as he looked at the report of their completed mission. "You did what took the presidents ten years to do in one week."

"It was easy." Daniel arrogantly said as he waved him off.

"Well that's good." Mr. Chang stood behind his desk and pulled out three thick manilla folders and gave one to each. "Because this next one will be challenging." He looked at Yesenia who was skimming through the pages. "Read it at home Yesenia. This one hits home a little bit and I really need you to concentrate. One of your friends was kidnapped after trying to locate where a new dangerous drug is located. These are the reported summaries of the spies who went out to find out what the drug was even called and who is and is not affiliated."

"I'm sorry but which of our friends was kidnapped?" Jake asked worryingly.

Mr. Chang pointed at the folder. "It's all in there. Go home, read it over, and congrats for catching Baskir and him." He smiled at Jake and winked at Yesenia. "When's the wedding?"

"In two months hopefully." Jake answered hanging on to Yesenia's hand. She smiled and kissed his hand.

Mr. Chang smiled. "You two love birds go home and plan everything out."

"Okay."

Daniel sat in his chair with his mouth wide open. "What about me?"

"Are you getting married?" Mr. Chang said crossing his arms.

Daniel frowned and stood up. "I'll be at my apartment if anyone cares." He left the room dragging his feet.

Yesenia frowned and laid her head on Jake's shoulder feeling sorry for her twin. Mr. Chang congratulated them a bit more before dismissing them. Jake smiled at Yesenia hinting her about her promise by gently brushing her hair away from her face and sliding his fingers down her arm and bare legs.

"You can just say you want to do it when we get home." She said as he began to touch her stomach.

He smiled. "But then I wouldn't be a gentlemen by just demandig it. I want to know of you'd like to procreate without the creating."

Yesenia laughed. "Oh I do want to." She placed her hand on his penis and squeezed it making him moan. "I want it deep and full in me."

Jake sped the rest of his way to their house trying to temporarily forget the need that literally wanted to bulge out of his pants. As they arrived at their house, he quickly parked and the both ran to their front door laughing as Yesenia fumbled to stick the key in the door to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, Jake threw his lips onto Yesenia's and began to undress her as he ppushed her inside slamming the door shut. Yesenia unzipped his pants and took his fully erect cock. She smiled and began to jerk it off causing Jake to moan and rip her shirt open and begin to attack her breast.

She moaned loudly and began to jerk harder. "God. I love you so much Jake."

"I love you too." He lifed up her skirt and pulled her underwear aside to stick his fingers in her. "Damn you're so wet and tight."

"Holy shit that burned my eyes and ears."

Yesenia screamed as she watched her parents and Jake's father come out of the kitchen. Jake feltt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he quickly placed Yesenia in front of him to cover his naked cock. "How did you guys even get in?" He asked.

Damian stared coldly at him. "It doesn't matter how we got in. What matters now is that my baby girl is beinng corrupted by the son of a pervert."

"Now wait a minute Damian." Joey interrupted. "My son is not the perverted man I was. I mean, your daughter's still a virgin and you got Seth amd Daniel to worry about too while I just have Jake." Damian aimed his glare to Joey making him silent.

Jenny rolled her eyed. "I'm sorry you guys but these dorks here wanted to plan the wedding with you two if thats alright."

Yesenia nodded at her mom. "Yeah it's fine so long as we can put our clothes on correctly while you're all in the kitchen." Jenny nodded and pushed the two men back into the kitchen before they began to object.

Jake sighed. "Let me guess."

Yesenia kissed his nose. "I promise sometime this month or even on the mission."

"Okay." He gave her a long kiss and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."



Twisted Ch. 01



 This is my first story posted on this site. The story is supposed to be a series but since i could not find an editor, the story is very rough in terms of grammar, spelling, etc- but depending on the feedback i get i may continue to post the rest. 

The story is about a cop who falls in love with a mysterious woman who in the end (of the series) turns out to be a criminal. It is told in the view point of the criminal.

This first chapter does not have a big hot lesbian sex scene but if the story is meant to continue on this site, what happens here is just an idea for what's to come.

I hope you all like it. It's been floating around in my head for months now. Any feedback is welcome.

*****

It was well after midnight when I finally walked out of the corner bar on my way home when I saw her. She stood out in the distance, standing in the rain, her trench coat blowing behind her in the wind. As if she could sense my gaze upon her, she looked up into my eyes and it was then that I noticed- by the intense gaze- that she was an undercover cop. Without really thinking about it I started to run into the nearby forest. The trees were closing in on me; I slipped on some mud and fell right into a tree. As I started to get up I felt the cold grasp of the cop's hands on my shoulders, her grip on me tightened as she backed me up into a tree and begun to question me. 

"Who are you? Where did you come from? Why were you running?" 

The look in her eyes was so intense my only response was to dip my head and take her lips with mine. She jerked back and slapped me across the face. I have no idea what came over me but that slap to the face awaken something inside of me that hungered for her body. I quickly freed my hands from her grip with only one destination in my mind, her body. I put my hands onto her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes, letting her know my intentions. I don't know why, but I wanted to make love to this woman.

She didn't resist me this time when I kissed her. It started out gentle like a I-missed-you kind of kiss but once I ran my tongue across her bottom lip and she moaned, it turned into something more. I started to kiss her harder, my hands moving from her shoulders to her breasts gripping them and urging her nipples to harden within the confines of her bra. She moaned loud and gripped the back of my neck pulling me into her encouraging me to keep going. 

Her breasts her firm and perky and just touching them was staring to make my mouth water. I tore the trench coat from her petite body and pulled her shirt from her pants. With help from the moon I was able to see her flat stomach, the muscle underneath the soft skin begging me to touch her.

I lifted her bra and got my first taste of her skin. We both groaned when my mouth sucked in her nipple. I sucked, nipped, bit, and licked every one of her amazing breasts. After what felt like forever she pulled me up by my hair calming a passionate kiss.

We both knew what was going to happen and we both wanted it. We started quickly sheading clothes; buttons opening and zippers sliding down. My right hand slid down her taught stomach, through her pubic hair and into the warmth wetness that I knew was waiting for me. Before I was able to do more than graze her clit we heard a gunshot and the birds that were resting for the night took off from their trees. She looked from me to the direction in with the shot came, groaned in frustration and with a lingering kiss quickly dressed and took off towards the sound. 

Once I had regained my sense of time, I gathered my own clothes and followed her, not wanting to see any harm befall the woman I loved. 

I reached her just in time to find a man lying on the floor bleeding from a gunshot wound to the gut. She yelled at me to apply pressure to the wound but it was clear from where I was standing that he was already gone. No hope; No life. This young man had lost it all tonight, the cop pronounced him dead at 12:47 am, Monday morning. The cop called in the situation to her boss and walked off. Blood soaked and confused by her sudden distance I followed the cop out of the forest, back into the city to get cleaned up at my place.

Once at my place, Trista asked me to bag my clothes and bring them to the police station. I agreed and went into the bathroom to shower and change. When I emerged from the bathroom I found Trista nowhere to be seen. I arrived at the station an hour later; the beautiful Hispanic at the reception desk woman asked me to take a seat.

"Trista will be out in a moment, dear." She stated once I had found my sit.

No more than five minutes later, Trista came out of an interrogation room. The woman who walked out to meet me looked nothing like the one I saw in the forest. The intense look of longing to be loved was gone and replaced with a strong look of remorse for the man who was killed. He wasn't only some stranger but her ex-husband - I later found out- someone who was known for his temper and Trista looked frightened because little did I know, I had run into him earlier that day; He was following Trista who was following me and when he saw us in the forest.

He had pulled a gun out from the backside of his pants and was about to shoot me when Trista's partner- Morgan- saw this and shot him. Trista was devastated and I couldn't understand why. This man had tried to kill me and she was over here crying about it! 

"Vic, I have to go home. I need to shower and do some serious thinking before I make any decisions." She said in a dejected voice.

I asked if I should stay at the station or go home with her. 

"No I can barely keep my eyes open. Go home and wait for my call." She said as she walked out of the station leaving me there with the desk woman.

I walked home in the rain replaying the whole night in my mind. I remembered seeing her there across from the bar watching me like I was some kind of criminal- but a sexy one. I remembered kissing her and feeling her desire; seeing how much she had wanted me before the shot went off.

I waited like this for three hours 'til finally my phone rang. It was Trista, she had been crying. She asked me if I could go over to her place, said we needed to talk. As I hung up the phone and gathered my things to leave, I only had one thought in mind "Fuck!"



Twisted Ch. 02



Rebecca didn't sleep much that night. She hadn't been sleeping much at all lately. The old blanket was scratchy and smelly and every time she tried to curl up the straps of the body harness cut into her more tightly. The chain that ran from her collar to the hook on the wall didn't allow her head to reach the floor. She had to lean back against the rough boards. It was uncomfortable as hell. The only comforting thing was thinking about how good Steve's cock had felt in her the night before. Damn! She thought. Why was she so sex obsessed? Why would she put up with all of this, just to have Steve whip her and fuck her? Even in her current state she could feel the wetness on the leather strap that ran between her legs. It was irritating, but it felt good too, that sweet combination of pleasure and discomfort. She had rubbed the strap back and forth between her pussy lips several times, masturbating herself to thoughts of what else Steve might do to her. Steve understood her, he knew how twisted she was and took advantage of it. She wished he would come and get her, let her clean up, and fuck her some more. Rebecca told herself that she would be good this time, that she would do everything Steve told her to do. She wanted him to love her and not let her go, not let her leave him again no matter what.

The sun had been up for some time. Rebecca watched the dust float through the shafts of light that shined through the cracks in the wall and she dreamed of what life might be like with Steve. Then she heard a sound, like Steve's truck. She wanted to find a way to look outside, but the leash that held her to the wall was too short. Then she heard another sound like another car. Oh no! she thought, not someone else! Maybe it was her car they left at the diner. But why wouldn't he let her drive it home. She could hear voices, Steve's voice at first and then what sounded like a woman's voice. She couldn't make out what they were saying. Then they faded away and she heard a screen door slam. They had gone inside. Rebecca was worried. She knew Steve was angry about how she left him for Dr. Freeman, but maybe he was up to something more. She didn't like hearing that woman's voice. It made her jealous and anxious at the same time. It wasn't much she could do though. She was captured like an animal in the barn, her options limited.

After about an hour she could hear someone walking through the grass toward the barn. Then the door to the tack room opened.

"Hello Rebecca, see what happens when little girls don't take their medicine." It was Dr. Ivy from the school. Rebecca had been going to see her for counseling for her bipolar disorder.

Rebecca quickly figured out what was going on. She was very quick minded about such things, but she didn't let on. She had told Dr. Ivy about Steve, about the things they did. Dr. Ivy was easy to talk to, only in her mid thirties, she was not at all threatening and even a little seductive, coaxing details out of her in such a way as to make it seem like they were two girlfriends sharing secrets. Even though she was bipolar she wasn't stupid and she quickly figured out that Dr. Ivy had used what she had told her to find and seduce Steve.

"I don't get it. What are you doing hear?" Rebecca asked playing dumb.

"I think you can figure it out dear. You told me all about Steve, but what you didn't realize is you aren't the only one who finds men like Steve desirable. You see, we are very much alike in many ways. I came to Steve pretending to be wanting information that would be helpful in your counseling and... , well you can figure out the rest. I promise you dear, Steve is everything you told me and so much more. I even fixed you up with Professor Freeman. I told him that in your hypomania you could easily be seduced. Yes, I fucked the old fart too, but he just couldn't keep up with me... or with you, unfortunately."

"You see, I live here with Steve now. Men like Steve don't like to be deprived of their appetites and when you took up with Dr. Freeman, I just stepped right in. All the things you told me helped a lot too. Men really like a woman who understands what they need. I didn't want Steve to bring you here, but he insisted, and frankly, I wouldn't do anything to deny him. Besides, all in all, having you around might turn out to be just the added dimension that keeps things interesting."

Dr. Ivy stepped closer to Rebecca and took her by her leash and pulled her closer with one hand and with the other traced the outline of her breast with her finger tips. Rebecca recoiled, but Dr. Ivy took hold of her nipple and pulled her back.

"Of course you remember all the things you told me. All those secrets you only share with your psychologist. Well, I remember too."

"I still don't get it."

"You see my dear, I am a little crazy just like you. I am bipolar as well. Only, my tastes run a little more broadly than yours. Believe me, I love a man like Steve, a man who can fuck me till I can't walk and isn't afraid to whip my ass when I need it, but I like a little pussy too."

Dr. Ivy let go of Rebecca's nipple and put her hands between Rebecca's legs and squeezed the lips of her pussy. Rebecca stiffened and closed her eyes. The pain was exquisite. It was so forbidden, so wrong. Just the idea of Dr. Ivy doing something like this made her knees weak, her pussy drip. It was the vulnerability that turned her on, the idea of someone being able to control her. And Dr. Ivy knew everything about her... everything. Dr. Ivy squeezed and rubbed her pussy lips together until the juices leaked out slick and wet giving away her arousal.

"I'll bet you'll learn to like a little pussy as well when we get through with you."

Dr. Ivy didn't know it, but Rebecca had already had fantasies about her, wondered about her, how she would be. It was the one thing Rebecca never told Dr. Ivy. Rebecca was like that, she was haunted by desires, desires she couldn't control or explain

"That's my girl. I know you like it. Steve and I both know how you are. I may even know a few things Steve doesn't. Steve told me I could play with you. He knows how I like to dominate young pussy like you. I think he likes the idea of it too."

Dr. Ivy spun Rebecca around and unbuckled the strap that went between her legs, but no sooner than it fell, she ran her hand down her ass and between her legs and took her fingers and spread her pussy lips apart and invaded it with one, then two, then three fingers. She held Rebecca tightly, pressing her own breasts against her back and squeezing Rebecca's tits tightly with her free hand, grinding her pussy against Rebecca's ass. Then she pulled her fingers out of Rebecca's cunt and put them up to her mouth.

"Suck them, you cunt. Suck Steve's cum and your pussy juice off of my fingers. He told me how he whipped you and then fucked you. He told me how he took you like a cheap whore."

Rebecca sucked on Dr. Ivy's fingers, licking each of them even as she pushed them to the back of her throat. She was so excited by the turn of events that right now she would do anything. She hoped that she would put her hand back where it had been between her legs.

"Yeah he told me all about you while he was fucking me last night. That Steve is a hell of a man, I would do anything to keep him happy, even let him, no beg him, to fuck me while he still had the smell of your cunt on his cock," Dr. Ivy told Rebecca as she roughly worked her fingers in her mouth.

Rebecca licked and sucked hungrily hoping to please Dr. Ivy so she might feel her fingers in her pussy again. Dr. Ivy was shorter that Rebecca, with larger breast that jutted out boldly from her chest. Dr. Ivy's hair was dark brown, almost black, in a short bob with bangs. Her waist was small like Rebecca's but her hips were fuller. Her skin was pale white, not tanned like Rebecca's. They were a contrast to each other.

Dr. Ivy whispered in her ear, "get on your knees, cunt."

Rebecca obeyed. Dr. Ivy took her wrist and clipped them together behind her back.

"You look pretty damn good on your knees Rebecca. I think you need to thank me, however, for letting you come back to Steve. You are going to have to learn to make yourself useful if you want to be a part of this party."

Then Dr. Ivy stood back and pulled her tank top over her head letting her full breasts swing free. Rebecca was intimidated by them. They were large and firm with large pink nipples that were long and each one pierced with large steel rings. Rebecca's own tits were small but firm and she had the puffy nipples of an adolescent, even though she was in her mid twenties. On her knees she had no height advantage and the vulnerability just made her more aroused.

"Look at my tits, Rebecca," Dr. Ivy snarled pulling rings in her nipples, squeezing them. "Imagine Steve licking them, biting them. See right here, those are his teeth marks on my nipples. He likes to hurt me. He knows how it excites me, how it makes my cunt run wet. Steve isn't afraid to hurt me, it makes his cock so damn hard just to do it. That is why we like him isn't it Rebecca, Steve isn't like most men, he isn't afraid of women like us, he understands us like no other man. I suppose it is a shame to keep a man like him to myself."

Dr. Ivy moved her hands down her stomach and unsnapped her jeans and kicked her boots off in the same motion. Then she peeled her jeans off of her ass and legs and kicked them to the door. Rebecca was stunned to see her former counselor standing in front of her like this, naked, her on her knees before her. It was all so twisted, so wrong, so exciting. She wondered what was coming next. Dr. Ivy moved closer to Rebecca and put her smoothly shaved pussy in front of Rebecca's face.

"See this pussy. I let Steve fuck me with your cunt juices all over his cock last night. Now you are going to take them back."

With that Dr. Ivy took Rebecca's long thick hair and bent her head back and pushed her pussy down on her mouth, humping her face and nose. Rebecca gasped trying to get her breath, but Dr. Ivy was rough with her, smearing her juicy cunt all over her face.

"I better feel that tongue Rebecca. Yeah that's right, stick it out make it hard and lick my nasty pussy you little slut."

Rebecca was overwhelmed with lust. Being treated like this was something she often craved but could never admit to. But she had admitted it Dr. Ivy in her counseling sessions. The thought both excited her and made her anxious. Dr. Ivy had trapped her, she gotten her to reveal herself in ways no one else had ever seen... and now it was coming back to haunt her. 

Dr. Ivy was beginning to quiver and tremble. "Damn, baby, lick it," she barked. Then she came, her juices soaking Rebecca's face and hair.

"That was pretty good, sweetie. I am going to get dressed and then I am going to take you to the house and clean you up. You smell like this horse barn. We need to get you washed up... and oh yeah, that pussy will have to be shaved. Steve likes it that way and I am sure not going to get any hair in my mouth when I have to lick that thing."

The thought of Dr. Ivy licking her made Rebecca's clit stiffen to the point that it ached for attention. Then she looked as Dr. Ivy bent over to pick up her jeans. On each buttock were Steve's initials branded on her ass. One initial on each cheek. I feeling of jealousy overwhelmed Rebecca. How could Steve do that, how could that bitch let him do something so permanent? She became worried that Dr. Ivy was more than just some hot piece of tail. The thought of it hurt her. She knew what she had done to Steve was wrong, but he was like family, even if he did fuck her. She couldn't let him get away.

"Get on your feet sweetie. Lets go to the house."



Twisted Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of an incestuous dark fantasy set in the modern day. Thanks so much to everyone who left such nice comments on Chapter 1. The constructive criticism I received really helped in the creation of this new part, and I hope I've improved on some of my weaknesses. Chapter 2 contains a bit more background on the setting, and on one of the main characters in particular. I'd accept any feedback or comments that people are willing to give with much gratitude. I've clarified some things, but there's still a lot of information not given yet- I didn't really want everything to go down in one block of exposition, so I hope I can beg your patience with that. All characters are over 18. 

Chapter 02: Seed

The seed was strong in her family. That's what Doria Kole had always been taught. You control your sexuality, or it controls you, and the power always finds it easier to travel through family ties. All three siblings- Mel before her, Arvin after- went through the usual initiations at the age of majority, the grounding of the seed's desires within the family, the empowerment that came with ignoring society's morals- and the stern warnings about the few rules that should not ever be transgressed.

The Twists were threatening figures of punishment long before Doria ever found out what, exactly, they were. The Koles were members of long standing in this old, secretive community, but even their lineage did not stretch as far back as Louis Twist's. The community had to police its own, and for this they turned to him.

He'd be coming for Arvin, or at least making sure someone else would. Maybe that ice-haired bitch daughter of his. The question was whether they'd trace it back to Doria's little operation, and if they did, what they'd do to her. At best, they'd close down a business that had made her a wealthy woman. At worst, they'd cleanse every last one of the Koles.

"I don't get it," said Moses, the only available person with a driver's license. "What's he done wrong?"

"He's looped his own seed. He's been eating the wares, without me realizing. Probably for a while."

"And that's bad because?"

"Because eventually it'll burn him out." Or worse, change him.

"So this is that family thing, right?"

Biological alchemancy, she thought.

"Magic," she said.

"Magic, right." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows like the fucking idiot he was.

"You can't possibly have been around Mel for this long without seeing the things she can do. What we can all do." He shrugged. Doria supposed if he was sufficiently stoned, then he probably could have been. God knows he was baked enough most of the time. "If you don't believe in it, what do you think has been going on at the shop?"

"Fetish food for pervy old women," he said, and Doria had to concede he had a point. She'd been supplying people inside and outside their community for years. A taste of power for people without the gift, and potent boosters for those with. The latter was frowned on, the former one of the closest things their community had to a crime of transgression. And now her brother had committed one of the other ones, just to compound the error.

"I don't see how him eating his own jizz is a problem," said Moses, not ready to drop the conversation.

"We draw power from others, and pass ours on. If we don't pass it on, we're just parasites. And if we feed on ourselves, sooner or later, there's nothing left. And we go nuts in the interim."

"All that from sperm? That's pretty powerful stuff."

"Everything our bodies generate is. People like us can use all of it. Blood, flesh, bile, whatever. Some of it's weaker than others, some of it's a hell of a lot more dangerous. Sex is the most powerful of all of it, as a driving force for human nature. Male seed is the easiest to get a hold of. Female seed is far more concentrated, but obviously more difficult to obtain. But when seed is effected by-" Doria tried to think of the best way of putting it. "I don't know, by the influence of someone like me, or Arvin, or Mel, it takes on new properties. The normal variety wouldn't have done anything to him."

"What are we gonna do then?"

"Get me to his place. If he's not there, maybe we can find out where he's gone."

#

They fell into silence in the car, and in the silence, Doria remembered.

You grow up with the power, and even as your family swears you to silence, the power is with you everyday. But the hardest thing to live with is the things the power does to others without the gift. Because the family teaches you it's a sin, even when you do it unconsciously. Even when the family themselves are engaged in act after act of depravity. Even when all you do is nudge people in the direction they want to go.

That's how it started for Doria. That's when she realized what the power could do. And as she sat in the car, the memory came back, as clear as any memory she had.

She was eighteen, and a fool. He older sister had warned her, but had been ignored. Doria was an adult. She could go on holiday with her best friend and her best friend's family, if she wanted. She was in control.

It was a cottage, by the sea. Clean, modern inside, old and full of character outside. Downstairs was open-plan, a large, light-filled space with glass doors overlooking the sea and veranda, with a kitchen area focused around a family sized dining table. She'd shared the room with two single beds with her friend Una, with Una's mother and father in the other. She couldn't remember the mother's name- Dot? Dolly? D-something. But she remembered Erick.

He seemed old to her, but everyone seemed old when you were a teenager. He had an easy smile, dark brown eyes with hair that matched, maybe a little grey mixed in. He smelled of sand and sawdust, but whether that was him or the cottage, Doria wasn't sure. The memory mixed things up. He worked out, and that seemed strange to her at the time, because working out was something she thought younger guys did. He was tall. He was kind. He didn't deserve what Doria did to him, or his family.

All four of them had spent the evening chatting over dinner. Erick - "Call me Erick, please- you're way too grown-up to call me Mr. Thackeray!" - Erick had let Una and her drink wine. Just a little. Not enough to get more than light headed. It was great. It was normal. It was what everyone else had, at a time where Doria thought that what everyone else had was what she wanted.

She'd made a connection with Erick over dinner and unfortunately that wasn't a figure of speech. Alchemancy worked on human emotion and desire, on human biology, on internal chemical interactions- even the air that humans exhaled. Every action generated power, and whether he wanted to or not, Doria's presence effected Erick and the interplay of hormones within him. She could tell. She could feel him, and her mind and her power reached out.

She lay in bed that night, conscious of him in the room next door. The connection was strong, and he felt so much more real to her than the girl who slept across from her. Una's shape was dark, dull, cold. But Erick's was vibrant, warm, a map of energy and life, tantalizingly close to her. She could see him, in her mind, even with plaster and brick between them.

Una and her mother overslept the next morning. It was not a natural sleep.

Erick walked down at 6 AM after a night of unsettling dreams. Dreams that Doria had read in her mind's eye as streaks of lush, coral pink and deep red that crisscrossed Erick's face, his chest. His crotch.

He thought he was alone. He came down wearing only a thick brown bathrobe and black briefs, rubbing his forehead. He looked tired.

"Hello, Erick," she said. He glanced up, startled. 

Doria sat on a chair by the large glass sliding doors that led to the veranda. Her smooth legs were crossed, one foot pointing towards him. She wore her short nightie, and only that. Ivory, with laced trim. Her long dark hair loose over her shoulders. As she breathed, her small breasts shifted against the material.

He frowned, and Doria could see the worry cross his mind, a sharp green pulse that almost felt like pain. Without thinking about it, she eased it, reaching her energy across to him with a lazy wave of her hand. His expression softened.

"Doria," he said. "You're awake."

"And the others are asleep."

"Yes," he said, looking up towards the stairs, as if they were about to appear there without warning.

"They'll stay that way," Doria said. "Until we're done."

"I... I don't know what you mean." He shook his head. "Damn," he said, attempting a joke. "How much did I have last night?"

"You want me," she said, lifting her leg up to the chair, impatient, ignoring his words. He looked down, involuntarily, at her exposed pussy, shaded a little, the morning sun lighting through the thin material. And as his gaze took in the smattering of pubic hair, Doria tasted the wine red color of desire that flooded out from his mind. She laughed, her voice as bright as the rays that filled the room.

And Erick found himself nodding.

His desire was a living thing, and it entwined around hers in the invisible plain between them, even as she rose to meet him, his arms surrounding her, his tongue entering her mouth.

Sand, and sawdust.

His erection pressed against her, agonizingly separated from her by what little clothes they wore. He kissed her, hunger burning through him, its pattern vivid and tangible to her. She followed its flow, her hand running down through the hair of his chest, parting his robe. He shivered as she touched his flesh, as her eager fingers pulled the waist of his briefs out and over his phallus, long and thick and proud. The air of the room became warm, thick and heavy with anticipation.

She broke away from his kiss, looking down as his body pushed against hers, his erection pressed against her belly. With one hand she tugged her nightie upwards. The hole at the tip of his circumcised cock left a brief trail of pre-come to soak into the fabric as it slid upwards, stimulating him with subtle friction. He gasped as his hard flesh met the warmth of her skin, the shallow curve of her teenaged stomach.

He lifted the nightie up, over her head, leaving her naked in front of him. He pushed his own robe away, even as she wrapped one pale hand around his erection and began to stroke him, the engorged head of his cock still held against her belly. She felt it leak, the fluid welling up onto her skin.

Her thumb rubbed against it, and she lifted it to her lips. She tasted his salt, meeting his gaze.

His arms slid against her, his hands gripping her slim ass-cheeks. He kissed her again, her small breasts pressing against his chest. She let out a small moan as their tongues brushed against each other, as the underside of his prick slid against the roughness of her pubic hair.

He pushed her backwards, lifting her, planting her ass back onto the chair. She laughed again with delight, arching her body back. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it, and her laughter cut off in a gasp. His weight shifted even as she brought her legs up, opening the soft entrance to her slit a fraction. His penis found her entrance, but as he pushed forward it veered up, rubbing against her petite, narrow labia. She breathed in, heavily, then moved her hand down between them.

She grasped his cock once more, and ran the tip against her cunt. She was wet, her body responding powerfully to him. Up, and down, and up again, and then against the soft flesh of her hole. He groaned, and penetrated her.

The first stroke was hesitant, her pussy tight, his cock not yet lubricated. The second stroke was easier, and the third forceful. And then he found his rhythm and fucked her, deeply, stroking into her teenaged cunt, her legs lifted up to allow him in as far as she could. She gasped, throwing her head back, her small breasts bobbing with every push.

He heaved against her, pushing in to the hilt, and she could feel his balls slap into her ass-cheeks. He was so close, she could see the signal building deep within him, the warning that his seed was rising. She grinned, and placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. He withdrew, reluctantly, desire raging through his system.

She stood, and wrapped her hand around the shaft of his prick, soiled with her wetness. As she stroked him, ever movement slick and easy, she stepped towards the kitchen area, pulling him by his hardness.

"Let's be bad," she said. She was in the grip of the power herself, now. Being guided, instead of guiding. Letting depravity dictate her actions. 

She turned from him, opening the fridge. And as she bent over, she felt him enter her again, his creamy, steel-hard length plunging up inside her. She moaned, closed her eyes, enjoying the motion, feeling him grasp her hips as he stroked inside her over and over again.

She reached into the fridge, and pulled out the box of cakes that had been bought for the family's breakfast.

She slid out from under him, giggling as his penis exited her. She placed the box on the table even as his arms closed around her torso, strong hands caressing her breasts. She pushed her ass against him, felt his hard-on slip over the curve of her hip. She reached down and started stroking once more.

"I'm so close," he hissed. "So close." Doria kneeled, turning as she did so. She raised his dick, and let her warm tongue caress him from the base up to the head. She tasted herself, an acidic, musky flavor. She took his swollen glans into her mouth.

He couldn't hold release any longer. With a ragged cry, the seed erupted from him, a warm gift that flooded her mouth. She held it there, using her tongue to stir the thick mix of saliva and sperm around his head. He spurted twice again, three times, his body desperate for her to take every last ounce of its load.

She sucked gently, and his slowly softening cock left her mouth. She held his load without swallowing and stood up, leaning over the food on the table.

One after the other, she dripped his cream-colored load into each cake.

"Your girls will love this," she said with a wink.

#

They sat at the table, and watched Una and her mother eat their breakfast. And every bite sent a chill, sexual buzz into Doria's gut.

Una was a taller, younger version of her mother. Both had long, light blonde hair, although Una' s mother's was obviously dyed. Both had dark blue eyes, full lips, thin faces and narrow noses. Una was a little heavier, not having lost her puppy fat yet, and perhaps her mother had gone a little too far the other way in keeping up with her fitness-obsessed husband. Both had large, natural breasts, Una's less pendulous than her mother's. 

What was her name? Della? Dani? Dani.

Dani Thackeray wore a light yellow summer dress, loose, hiding a lot of her curve. Her hair was wet, having just showered. Una was still sleepy, still waking up, wearing the shorts she'd gone to bed in and the oversized hockey shirt she'd got from her boyfriend, despite having split up with him a while ago.

They ate hungrily, as if they were starving. Erick sat back and watched them, his face flushed. Doria had warned him not to eat any himself, and he hadn't looked like he'd wanted to anyway.

He couldn't take his eyes off his daughter, as she swallowed every morsel of his spunk.

Doria stood, now back in her nightie. She walked around the table, and in her mind's eye she could see colorful tendrils spread their way through both women. The seed was taking hold of them, subtly transforming them. Doria sighed a little as she felt the power unlock something in Dani, a small release that was the forerunner of a much more powerful one.

Dani's eyes seemed to clear, as if up until now, her whole life had been lived in a haze. She looked at Doria, and once again Doria could feel desire igniting in another.

"You're so beautiful," said Dani, almost in a whisper.

"Yes, I am, aren't I?" said Doria, and leaned in to kiss the older woman. And as she did so, she watched Una's reaction. Shock, at first, then embarrassment. Una stood, her chair scraping across the kitchen floor. Her mouth was open as if to scream. Doria closed her eyes, feeling Dani's hand slide around the back of her neck, her hand entwining in her hair even as her tongue explored the warmth of Doria's mouth. Soft, yielding.

Doria pulled away, her mind's eye following the patterns of desire that twisted out from each of the players in the scene. Una's was a shocked, angry scarlet, even as the cool blue of the seed was beginning to bloom within her. She opened her eyes to see Una's father move to his daughter, to wrap his arms around her.

Dani only had eyes for her, though. Doria pushed the straps of her nightie away from her shoulders, letting them fall against her arms. Dani's took hold of the soft material and tugged gently, raw mischief glowing in her eyes. The nightie fell, exposing Doria once again. Dani raised her hand, pressed it against Doria's petite breast, catching her swelling nipple between the edge of her thumb and the top of her palm. She squeezed it, pinching it. Doria gasped. Dani gasped too, at Doria's reaction. She smiled, pinching the nipple once more and this time rolling it around. Doria's breathing quickened, and Dani giggled at the reaction, before leaning her head forward and taking the nipple in her mouth.

Doria breathed out, her heart racing. She looked over to the other two, only to see father and daughter engaged in a passionate kiss.

"Yes..." she said softly, as Dani's other hand found her wetness.

Dani proved an enthusiastic lover, the older woman coaxing Doria to bend over the table as she kneeled behind her. Doria bit her lip as the older woman lapped at her fresh young slit, pressing her tongue flat and wide to run along both pussy lips. The rhythm was exquisite, and Doria felt her moistness increase with every movement. With Dani behind her, she couldn't see what her lover would do next, not even with her enhanced senses. And that excited her all the more. Dani began to move her tongue closer to Doria's asshole, but instinctively Doria raised her ass higher, suddenly unsure about allowing her that much access.

Doria was treated to the hesitant lovemaking of father and daughter. As her own pussy was lovingly pleasured, so was Una's. Erick had lifted her onto the table, and inches from Doria had pulled her shorts off. Una's mound was usually shaven, though it was stubbly that morning. Erick ate her gently, as she moaned and gasped, already halfway-orgasmic from the dose of seed she'd eaten. Doria envied her the intensity, but not for long, as Dani chose that moment to go from lightly licking Doria's perineum to burying it in her asshole.

"Aaaaaaah yesssss!" she screamed, feeling the slippery sensation of Dani's tongue entering her back passage. Dani swirled her tongue around, covering every part of her ring-piece. Doria felt her clitoris being pinched, once, before a masterful finger began massaging it, keeping to the left side where she was most sensitive. "Oh yes, oh yes, don't stop." The seed inside Dani bridged their bodies, and the older woman listened, knowing exactly how to pleasure her younger lover.

The orgasm tore through Doria even as Erick pushed himself inside his daughter. Una's shirt was off, and he sucked at her large, round nipples, large breasts bouncing with every thrust, her hands entwined in her father's hair, pressing him against her chest.

Doria's screams quieted to a ragged pant as decorum fled. She felt Dani stand, and move beside her. The older woman smiled at her, equally flushed, and Doria kissed her again, this time tasting the earthy sweat of her own anus.

"Baby, oh you beautiful baby," said Erick, as if in prayer.




Twisted Ch. 02



"I'm coming daddy," said Una. "Oh god I'm coming..."

Una's orgasm was quiet compared to Doria's, less uninhibited, her face strained, the intensity too much. Erick himself groaned, thrusting his cock deep into his daughter's cunt. He spurted deeply, strongly, and as he withdrew his cock a white trickle wet Una's thick labia, her pussy contracting along with her still-powerful orgasm.

Dani kissed her daughter deeply, and Doria knew that Una was tasting her flavors. Another frisson ran through her, as she sat down at one of the chairs, her thighs and ass soaked. She gently reached for Erick's now flaccid cock, and he winced.

"Sorry," she said. "You must be so sensitive now. I'll be careful."

She began to clean it, licking his pearls into her mouth, even as Dani travelled downward to eat the father's seed from the chalice of the daughter.

#

It wasn't easy at first to live with the sin. In the minutes- hours- afterwards, she'd been fine. The power- Doria's power, Doria's spell- unlocked something inside all of them, releasing them into a new world. Doria had never felt anything as pleasurable as those first hours.

But Doria had done it without permission. Her father had been forced to induct the Thackerays into the community. He hadn't been mad. This kind of thing was always a danger with alchemancy, and she heard later that all three of them had taken to the craft, and the depravity that went along with it, with the zeal of the converted. Even so, Mullin Kole had been disappointed with her. She'd always shown such promise, and control.

Doria hadn't seen any of them since, and in the early days, she'd been wracked with remorse. But her exploits had given her the key to a bright future, and a lot of money, and after a while, as the last pieces of morality she possessed withered away, she realized that she didn't particularly care any more.



Twisted Ch. 02



"Tim was a good man and a good husband but he was into some pretty bad stuff. He would leave at all hours of the night and would come home covered in God only knows what. He always smelt like other women's perfume. I even found a pair of hooker boots in his closet!" Trista sobbed on my shoulder. 

*Yeah, I know all about how 'Good' Tim was, sweetheart. I'm the reason he's dead.* I thought as I held her well she continued to cry.

After a couple minutes of crying she stood up, ran a hand through her long strawberry blonde hair. Facing away from me she continued. "Like a said, he was into some pretty bad stuff."

"Why are you things me this?" I asked, cautiously, when she paused.

"I don't know, Vic. I think I'm trying to justify his death, make it alright in my head. Make it seem like it's not my fault." She cried out as she threw herself down into my lap.

"It's not your fault, baby. I pissed him off. I came onto you. If it's anyone's fault, its mine." I said trying to make her feel better. 

*You need to know the truth. I should tell you, but will you still love me if I do? Will you still look at me this way? "And I'm sorry Morgan had to kill him and maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry. Je regrette." * I'm sorry I ordered Morgan to kill him, but he had to die so that I could have you.* Was what I wish I could've said but I didn't. 

I wanted to hold her so bad but I knew it would only make things worse. 

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, Victoria. I shouldn't have let you kiss me that second time but I did. I don't know why but I wanted you back there. I still want you now." 

"Yeah, I have that effect on girls." I said before I looked down into Trista's eyes.

Trista's eyes were dark, almost black with the evidence of her desire. She had a soft smile on her face as she reached up and pulled my face down to hers. Before she kissed me she said, "Shut up, Vic."

*Fuck the truth. She doesn't need to know anyways. She's mine now and that's all that matters.* I thought as we kissed. 

Trista reserved our positions until I was lying flat on my back on her couch. With one hand behind my neck and the other trialing down my chest, I could tell that we were soon going to finish what we had started in that forest and my clit stiffened with anticipation. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth waiting for me to invite her tongue in; I gave in to my girl, giving her all that she wanted. With her tongue caressing the inside of my mouth, her hand followed caressing down my body.

"Now you had me about a second from cumming back there, Victoria, and you didn't deliver. So now, I'm going to make you beg to cum." 

I started to say something smart but stopped when her hand settled itself on my crouch slowly stroking me through my jeans. I threw my head back and groaned when her fingers pulled on my distended clit making me as hard as I've ever been; her other hand was tormenting my breasts through my shirt making my nipples rock hard. I knew that if she kept up what she was doing she was going to make me cum in my pants and as good as that sounded I wanted to claim what was rightfully mine. Using all my strength, I threw my jelly legs onto the floor and lifted her into my arms. She gave a shriek of joy when I started making my way towards her bedroom. 

"Now looky here, little miss I-a-cop, there is no way I am going to allow you to make me cum first. Because as the saying goes 'Ladies first'." I said as I set her onto the floor with a big grin on my face.

Trista looked as if she were contemplating what I had said for a moment before she dropped to her knees, undid my belt, and pulled my pants down past my ass.

"Why my sweet, Victoria, let's not forget, you are a lady too." She said right before she took me into her mouth. 

Trista placed both hands on my ass, holding me close as she sucked my throbbing clit deep into her mouth. She sucked my clit like it was a mini cock, circling the top with the tip of her tongue then sucking hard. I groaned- or maybe it was a growl- some animalistic sound that escaped from me as my lover worked her magic, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with each passing minute. She must have sensed this because she started sucking faster; to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I looked down and could see her head bobbing up and down between my legs. There was no doubt that I was going to cum and cum hard. After one final suck, her fingernails digging in my ass that's exactly what I did. 

"AHH FUCK!" I came so hard that my legs nearly gave out on me; I saw stars and it took forever for me to come back to my body.

Sweating and panting I cupped her cum soaked face and petted her. "Damn, baby. Now that, was the best I've had." I exclaimed as I pulled her up onto her feet. "But now it's your turn sexy lady."

I spun her around, ripped off her clothes and pulled her down onto the bed. 

"I'll be right back." I told her as I headed out back to the living room to retrieve my strap from my bag.

I went back into the room; Trista was sprawled out on the bed open and waiting for me. *Damn she looked so good. I can't wait to fuck her. To be INSIDE her.*

"Now, I'm going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer honestly." I paused to see if I had her attention. When she nodded her understanding I continued. "I want to fuck you with my strap on. It's big and long and I plan to fuck you long and hard with it until you take possibly take anymore. If this is something that you want or are okay with then great, we can continue. But if it's not, tell me now."

"I didn't hear a question." Trista replied with a gleam in her eye. *Smartass,* I thought.

"Can I fuck you long and hard with my big ass strap on or can't I?" 

"Yes, Vic. Oh yes baby. Please fuck me now."

That was all the encouragement I needed as I slide on top of her on the bed and kissed her hard as I drove my 9in cock deep inside of her willing pussy. 

No warning. No lube; nothing. She was so wet it just went right in. I waited a heartbeat, looked at her face to see if I had hurt her; giving her body time to get used to the sensation of being so full before I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in, keeping up a steady rhythm.

"OH MY GOD VIC!" 

"YES. YES. YES. BABY FUCK ME. DON'T STOP."

"HARDER!!!"

Those were the only words I heard from Trista as I continued to fuck her hard. The headboard slamming against the wall had me thinking of Trey Songz "Neighbors Know My Name" as Trista kept screaming my name over and over and I knew then that I was giving her something that her ex had never had. 

We kept it up like that for what seemed like forever; her ass slapping against my thighs, my cock deep inside her, before she said, "OH GOD BABY IM CUMMING!" 

The feeling of her body tightening beneath mine sent me over the edge and I call hard, falling on top of my girl. After a moment I came back to myself and rolled off of her. She lay her head on my shoulder, a content look on her face.

"Wow, Vic. That was fantastic."

"Thanks, love. You weren't so bad yourself. Now, let's get some sleep. I love you, Trista." I said seriously.

"I love you too, Vic." Trista replied in a sleepy voice. "But what are we going to do about Tim?" 

She needed me. Needed me because I had something to offer her that nobody else did- my contacts. I knew people who knew people who could help keep us both safe. *I'll make some calls in the morning and take care of it* With that I mind I kissed the top of her head and told her everything was going to be alright before I drifted off to sleep.