0 comments/ 35335 views/ 0 favorites A Widower By: BrianCaster The Chosla family was very large. They were living in joint family with aged sixty years father Ratanbhai, his two sons Bharatbhi Chosla and Rambhai Chosla with their wives and their children. Ratanbhi had three daughters, all married and living happily with their husbands. Ratanbhai's wife had recently died of a heart-attack. This family's main source of income was farming. Ratanbhai visited their farm regularly and took care of the crops, while his two sons roamed in the town with their bike. They were money lenders. All day both collected payments with interest. When their customers were unable to pay them, both seized from them whatever precious things they possessed. This duo brother returned these things only after they got their money back with interest. Many times customers denied repaying, so they tortured them physically. Ratanbhai's life had lost its shine after his wife's death. At sixty years, he had a healthy body and was as sexually active as their sons. He wanted to marry a second time. But his son Bharat didn't like it. Last time, the father and son was sitting in the chairs in their compound at the night time after having their supper. The important decisions of family were taken by Bharat, an older son. That day Ratabhai expressed, "Bharat, I've decided to marry." "Marriage? At this critical age?" His son was shocked knowing this. "I know I'm of sixty, but still some years are ahead and I can't live alone any more." "Dad, now you should concentrate on God's worship, controlling your senses. It's not the year of your marriage." "But, Bharat..." Ratanbhai lacked the words to persuade his son. "Think one time, what others will speak about you. They say, sixty years old still want to marry, still unsatisfied? Must be immoral..." Bharat stopped his talk as he saw his wife was coming with two saucers and a kettle of hot tea. She wore a sari and veiled her whole face with the part of her sari. In this family, it was custom that wives couldn't see their father's face. She put the stuff on the table and left them instantly. Bharat poured tea in both saucers. He held one and another gave to his father. The serenity of night was broken by the tea slurping sounds produced by father and son. Without speaking a word, they sat quietly. Later Bharat left for sleeping but his father Ratanbhai was still meditating about the matter. ****** It was ten o'clock in the morning. As usual, Ratanbhai had already arrived in the farm with his noon lunch, made by one of the daughters in the morning. It was summer, so there was no work on the farm, but he liked being here better than his house. There was a little two room house on the farm, near the well. In the house one room was occupied with farming tools and the other room was used by Ratanbhai for leisure during winter to save from too much cold and in monsoon season. During the summer, the room remained unused as he'd put his wooden bed near the well under the pupil tree. There were no farm wagers in the summer except a young maid who came here daily to clean the house, fill the earthen water pot and other miscellaneous works. When she arrived today at the farm, Ratanbhai stretched down the bed under the pupil tree. First she cleaned the house with the broom, and then took the earthen pot to fill it with clean water from the well. She held the iron bucket which was tied with a rope, and let the rope roll down on the wheel. She felt the weight of the water in the bucket, so pulled it up. Ratanbhai heard the noise near the well. He opened his eyes. The maid was pouring the bucket water in the pot, bending her flat stomach. Ratanbhai stared at her, discovering something attractive which he had never heeded. Her braless breasts were saved from falling by her blouse. Her nipples weren't seen but a part of her chest from where the melons had sprouted had caught Ratanbhai's eyes. She'd married just two years ago, so not too much sucked, fresh like a minute before plucked mangoes, ripe and tasty. Her husband would suck them always, and taste the juiciness. How lucky he was! But the reverie was broke as the pot overflowed and she descended it on her head, walked to Ratanbhai's bed and put there so he could reach there easily when he felt thirsty. She'd finished today's work so departed from the farm. Otherwise, she asked Ratanbhai if he need anything or had any other work. But today she spoke nothing. Ratanbhai thought, may be she discovered his lusty sight. Ratanbhai felt sudden pain in his heart. He'd slipped in the world of lust and now experienced the deep remorse, thinking what crime he had committed. His straight penis suddenly loosened. She had been working on the farm since she was ten years. When his sons were children they came with him to play with the maid. She was like her daughter and treated her like that until this day. He recalled that her father died working in a factory, so during her marriage, he performed all rituals in marriage ceremony which were supposed to be done by the bride's father. When she was leaving her mother's home and going to her husband, he cried like he was bidding farewell to his real daughter for the last time. Ratanbhai's heartache was increasing. He began to pray God gathering all his strength to bestow on him death before he committed a larger crime than today. He didn't remember when he drifted into sleep. On the second day, the yesterday's remorse strangely disappeared after the whole night's sadness to be alone merely changing the sides and rubbing his back with the bed in need of A WOMEN. Today he'd shopped some stuffs from the shop whose shopkeeper didn't know him - it was shameful for him to shop from known shops buying the things which in India an aged person shouldn't been expected to buy. He brought a pair of briefs of a particular manufacturer, whose ad he'd watched on the TV in which a man wearing this particular brief attracted many ladies to share with him one bed. Another thing was a perfume which, according to the ad, played a vital role in seducing ladies. He reasoned that it wouldn't be considered a sin if the maid was attracted towards him by using these briefs and perfume. He walked in the house, took off his clothes and decided only to wear the briefs. He did it and sprayed the perfume from head to toe. He never wore a brief so it looked strange. He rubbed his penis through the brief to create some bulge. He walked out and put his bed at the same place where the maid stood up when pulling the water out. The preparation was finished so he stretched on the bed in his brief clad body. He observed later that his curly pubic hair wasn't seen so rolled down the waist band three times. Now the whitish hair and the base of his penis appeared clearly. He waited for her lying on the bed. She came and as usual cleaned the house. Now the much awaited moment arrived. She neared the well and pulled the water. But she didn't give him a single look and left the farm as soon as she completed her work, leaving behind Ratanbhai starving of SEX. Next day, Ratanbhai had another idea. After her arrival at the farm, he put on his brief and sat crossed legged on the rectangle stone to bathe near the well. As she came to pull out water from the well, he held his penis and began rubbing it with the foam of soap, making lewd gestures. Then he passionately rubbed his asshole with soap while standing on the bath stone. He cleared the hole by fingering it until she left the farm. His second idea failed. He used many other ideas every day in seduce her, but they were unsuccessful. He feared that she might leave the job, but it never happened. She was as regular as earlier but the difference was that she had never spoken a single word with him since the first coarse staring of Ratanbhai. He satisfied himself mere with the view of her breasts and played with them in the dreams. ****** A month passed. Ratanbhai dropped all hope to bring her to his bed. However today, the sun rose from another direction as she spoke to Ratanbhai. After finishing the daily works, she stood near Ramanbhai's wooden bed with her eyes on her toes, saving herself from his sensuous sight. "I need this month's salary earlier." She spoke in a very low voice only audible to Ratanbhai. "Why?" Ramanbhai began to rub between his legs. She might attract. "My husband is reported as a stone in his bladder, so to pay doctor's operation charges. He has borrowed some money from his friends but still it's not enough." Her eyes were still stable on her toes. Ratanbhai sensed it was the best opportunity. "Don't panic. Your Ratanbhai isn't dead. Just tell me how much you need." "Only as you're paying me as salary." "Money doesn't matter. But you have to satisfy me...IN MY BED." He put more stress on the last three words. She didn't utter a single word and left the farm. Ratanbhai understood that her silence exhibited her rejection. Two days passed as usual. She didn't mention anything about money. But on the third day she broke her silence. "I... I... accept your condition." She sounded like a judge concluding the case by giving the death punishment. "Late...but looks like now you mind turns on." He grinned. "Yeh...my husband tried to get it from others but he didn't succeed." "I'm not interested in reasons, but work." He began to put off his clothes. "Baby, don't test my patience. I've been waiting for this moment...you know very well...since a month." He was ready with rock hard cock dangling upon the balls, but she was still like a statue, thinking about a single source from where she could try to borrow money. "Hurry up" he shouted, completely prepared, deducing what hid behind her clothes. She unrolled her sari. Then she unbuttoned her blouse revealing two breasts hanging on her chest. The treasure was now exposed which he had desired to see for days. The perfect rounded and in the centre red brown tits were waiting to be sucked. Ratanbhai was watching this stripping off from a distance. Now there was a turn of petticoat. Yes, it was falling down, disclosing her crotch covered by discoloured panties. Now the food was completely ready to be savoured. She herself lay down on the bed, waiting for him to use her. He didn't waste a second and slowly ascended on top of her. Two bare bodies touched each other. He wanted to feel her foremost, so he slid his hand on her forehead, her closed eyes, her lips, her neck, and the most destined place, her soft, unsupported breasts. He halted sometime, to press them smoothly, and toying the each tits seizing between to his fingers. "Aaahhhh...it's not a dream," he sighed. Then hands preceded further down her flat plain like stomach after mountains of breasts. But hands had to stop at the panties elastic waistband. He was annoyed like the driver smoothly driving his bus accidentally finding the speed breaker on the road. He immediately pulled out the material and threw it, like it mustn't be an obstacle in his later voyages again. The black triangle exposed in which enchanted whirlpool, many lost their lives. He felt each bit of her pussy. Both his hands parted the swollen lips and exposed the last goal of his journey. He removed the curly dark black hair and pink bud fully seen, ready to be fucked, to be pumped, to be thrust, to be pounded. She was panting heavily with her breasts going up and down. His further ride was paused because he reached at his destination, a sexy slit surrounded by black hairs on pink petal like soft skin. He opened her legs more, making her cunt fully exposed. He gripped his cock and opened her bud with its shining top. Slowly, slowly he was sliding it inside, driving deep and deep. When duo's pubic hair rubbed with each other, he felt extreme satisfaction. She grabbed his cock tightly, like cock and cunt were made by God after taking perfect measurement of both. A perfect fitting. He felt her hole's wall pressuring his cock, and never wanted to free it. He began gradual movement, the cheeks of each other rubbed, and breasts pressed against his hairy chest, and suddenly he experienced goose bumps. His rough, hairy skin was against her soft, smooth skin. The inside itch was doubled. Now slow movement didn't seem enough to extinguish the fire. His hips began to move very fast, each pound was hard and speedy. The cool breeze of the farm was blowing but both were sweating. Both had kept their eyes closed but faces were touching each other. Their thighs were colliding as his scrotum with her groins. The moment was near which he had waited for so long, to shoot in her cunt. And when he revealed his load, her cunt was disabled to preserve it all. They lay motionless until his seed journeyed the unfathomed distance. She moved her body, signaling him that it was time for her to leave him. He understood and, changing his position lying on his back, made her free to stand up. She did and put on her clothes scattered aside the bed. She didn't depart but paused. He figured out that she was expecting the money. He held her pants which was dumped near the bed earlier, took out her salary from a pocket and handed it to her, looking in her eyes. To his surprise, tears were rolling down on her white cheeks. Immediately she left, fisting the notes. He again slouched on the bed putting his pent aside and attempted to recall her heavenly feelings experienced some minutes ago. But he failed. Instead of it, her face wet with tears was continuously appearing in his eyes. He endeavoured desperately to eschew pleasurable moments by rubbing his cock. He touched himself for like a minute before he became impotent. At last he dropped to divert his mind and went on the road on which his mind was dragging himself. The eyes with tears were reminding him something which he had totally forgotten since a month in the reign of lust. However, after quenching the appetite, he felt that the intoxication vanished and soberness was established. A group of words pierced in his mind, "I RAPED her", though he didn't force her physically. He exploited her by using her need. Suddenly the past erupted like a dormant volcano that suddenly became active after a month. He recollected a day when he gave her a sum ten times more than her monthly salary to save her father from serious head injury, made her fatherless eventually despite this. She had denied to take a salary for the next ten months to repay him, but he forcefully gave it, telling her that she was like his daughter to him and it was his duty to help his daughter when she was in need. That time she cried in joy, but today's cry was totally different. In extreme rage, he held his penis and squeezed until the red blood flew on its head. But he hadn't satisfied with his self-sentence. His mind felt intense pain. He was still but the earth was revolving so furiously as never before. He pressed his temple but pain was acute and becoming unbearable. He attempted to think of the remedy by straining too much on his mind. Yes, something flashed which could not only redeem him but totally remove his mental suffering. He made up his mind to follow it now. A minutes' waiting was intolerable. ****** It was eight in the evening. Ratanbhai hadn't returned the home. His two sons at last decided to go to the farm to probe their father's sudden lateness. Both headed to the farm on their bikes. The farm was dark. First they searched in the home. Totally empty, not a single sign of a human. They came out, watched far until their eyes denied to work. Nothing but the blackness and darkness, and the rows of little lights of faraway town, could be seen. Except the small two rooms house, there was no place to probe. Just to satisfy his curiosity Ram, one of the sons, threw a torch's light in the well. Something of the shape of human body was floating on the surface. He was confident that it wasn't his father, because he had been living a very fine life with two good sons. To see the face clearly he bent. Watching his brother bending in the well, Bharat came there. He threw more light of his torch. The light was doubled. The face was seen. And what they watched stunned both. It was their father, Ratanbhai, naked, floating on the well water. ****** The editing touch is given by AsylumSeeker. I'm so grateful to him. A Widower Dreams I had known Debbie since she was a very small child, when her mother, Rachel, had moved in next door following her divorce. Over the years I had watched Debbie grow and blossom into a very attractive and poised young woman, and I have to admit that I had often fantasised about what it would be like to see her naked, especially in the summer on those rare sunny days, when she would sunbathe in the back garden wearing a very skimpy bikini. Recently my fantasies had grown rather more erotic, especially since the death of my wife a couple of years earlier, but after relieving myself by masturbation, I would dismiss them from my mind as the impossible delusions of an ageing widower. The events I am going to relate took place while Debbie was still a student at university. After two years living in a hall of residence she had decided to move into a flat for her final year. She had met a slightly older girl from somewhere in America, Ohio I believe, called Lynda, who was in the UK for 18 months doing a Masters degree. Debbie's mother had asked me if I would help by transporting all the paraphernalia that is thought to be necessary by young women when they set up home in their first flat, as I had a large estate car compared to her small saloon. I had readily agreed, and on the day of the move helped her to pack the car with all her do all her things and when she went back indoors to do all those things women find so essential before setting out on a journey, I went to sit down in the garden in the warm autumn sunshine. The university in question was about 3 hours drive away, and after we had finished unpacking everything it was rather was late, so she suggested that I might like to stay the night, and drive back home in the morning. Whist we were unpacking, I had the opportunity to look round the flat, which was in truth not very large, although it was comfortably furnished. The kitchen was in the kind of mess typical of student kitchens, and I promised myself to wash up all the dirty dishes and generally tidy up in the morning. The bathroom was festooned with stockings and other items of ladies underwear, some of them rather sexy and revealing, I couldn't help noticing. I glanced into the bedroom and was interested to see that there was only one bed - a large double bed in fact - and also intrigued by what looked like a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the dressing table amongst all the other paraphernalia of a woman's make-up kit. The living room was fairly tidy, so I sat down in the one large chair, the other items of furniture being a comfortable looking sofa, a dining table and four chairs in an alcove, and in the corner a large television and video player. As I made myself at home, Debbie came out of the bedroom and sat on the arm of the chair beside me. "I'm sorry Uncle Will," she said, "but there's only one bedroom, so you will have to sleep on the sofa, but I think you'll find that it's fairly comfortable. Just then the front door flew open, and in walked a young woman of above average height with very striking looks. He lipstick and eye make-up were very dark, almost black which contrasted with her pale skin and extremely pale blonde hair. She glanced over at me, and said, "Hi, you must be Will," before marching over to Debbie, throwing her arms around her, and proceeding to kiss her on the lips very passionately; a kiss that went on for several minutes and which Debbie returned with equal fervour, their mouths open and their tongues entwining in a dance that promised greater pleasure to come. As they pulled apart from their embrace, Lynda looked over at me again and said, "Hello, I'm Lynda, and your friends's daughter and I are lovers, but please don't tell her mom, I'm not sure she would approve. Since we haven't seen each other for ages, I'm going to fuck her senseless, starting now, and we will probably go on well into the night." Turning to pull Debbie closer to her, she continued, "By the time I'm finished, Debbie will have been to the edge of extreme ecstasy at least a dozen times, and her cunt will take days to recover. I'm told that you're a kinky mother-fucker, so you can watch if you like, but you mustn't interfere in any circumstances. Debbie loves everything that I do to her, and she certainly likes a bit of pain to spike her pleasure." I am not sure where she had got her information about my sexual proclivities. It may have been that Debbie had seen me watching her with lustful eyes, although I had always been rather careful, or perhaps Debbie's mum had told her about some of our drunken conversations after an evening of conviviality. These had grown less frequent since my wife's death, but Rachel had taken pity on me a few times, and stayed the night, so Debbie might not have been totally ignorant about my kinks. She then turned and went into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with some silken cords, the blindfold, and a box from which she pulled out a large, black, double ended dildo. "Right mister," she commanded, "get your kit off and sit on that dining chair facing the sofa." I did as she told me, my cock starting to tingle with anticipation. Giving it a dismissive flick, she went on, "Tonight I'm going to show you why these things are redundant. In fact once we have worked out how to make babies without men, we can get rid of the Y chromosome altogether, because that's all men are good for." She then tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair, and my hands behind my back, before sticking a pair of silken panties in my mouth as a gag. That done, she went over to the sofa, pulled off her miniskirt to reveal a pair of almost transparent panties, and sat down. Putting one hand between her legs, and cupping her left breast with the other, she turned to Debbie. "Right lover, I want you to do a very slow strip for me. Show him how much you like performing for other girls rather than men, and if you're very good I'll lick you to your first orgasm within minutes of your panties coming off." Debbie then started to do what can only be described as avery sensuous and erotic striptease, looking Lynda straight in the eyes all the time, and licking her lips in a lewd gesture of sexual invitation, a look in her eyes of pure, uninhibited lust. As Debbie swayed and gyrated a couple of feet in front of Lynda, her lover slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed her pussy and clitoris in a vigorous circular motion, whilst kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. At last, when Debbie was naked except for her panties, she turned round to face me, leaned forward and slowly slid her panties down over her bottom, until they fell on the floor at her feet. Parting her legs she slipped one hand between them and opened the lips of her pussy to reveal the pink wetness within to Lynda's lascivious gaze. Lynda put her hands around Debbie's thighs, and pulled her close to inhale the delicious scent from her excited pussy. Debbie was bent almost double, her hands gripping her ankles, giving her lover free access to the delights of her pussy and anus. Parting the cheeks of Debbie's bottom, Lynda started to lick from her clitoris to her lovely little anus, savouring the taste of her juices, which were now flowing in such profusion that they were trickling down the inside of her thighs. Debbie was moaning with pleasure as she was thoroughly tongue fucked, crying out in her bliss, "O Mistress, make me cum, please, please, make me cum for you." As Debbie got more and more excited, and was very close to her first orgasm of the evening, Lynda slid a thumb into Debbie's wide open vagina, and flicked her clitoris with the first two fingers of the same hand, whilst continuing to lick her anus. This drove Debbie wild with ecstasy, as exquisite sensations washed through her body, overwhelming her senses. As her orgasm subsided she went limp, and, catching hold of her around the waist Lynda lowered her onto the sofa. But far from letting her rest after her climax, Lynda was merciless. Pushing Debbie's knees up to her chest, she picked up a wand vibrator that was on a small table beside the sofa, and proceeded to drive her to an even more violent orgasm. As she began to cum, Debbie started shaking all over, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open, as she screamed incoherently in her rapture For the next few minutes the two girls cuddled on the sofa, exchanging passionate kisses, and giving no thought to me, tied to my chair with an erection that felt as if it was going to burst, such was my excitement and arousal at what I had seen. Looking over at me, Lynda laughed, and said to Debbie, "Look at that useless piece of male shit over there. Let's show him what a real cock can do, rather than that apology for a fuck toy between his legs. One climax and it's all over for the next couple of hours, while a real woman needs to be fucked to orgasm after orgasm for hours on end." Standing up, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, and picking up the dildo, inserted one end into her cunt. She sat down on the sofa, and said to Debbie, "Come on bitch, straddle me facing the audience, and slide the rest of this proper cock deep into your tutu, and let him see you in ecstasy, without any need of a man." Debbie did as her Mistress told her, and inserting the tip of the massive dildo in her tutu, slowly slid down it until she was impaled on at least nine inches of shiny black rubber. Leaning back against Lynda she started to ride up and down in a circular motion, the lips of her pussy clinging to the rubber each time she pulled out. Lynda also started to rock her hips backwards and forwards in harmony with Debbie, so that both girls were getting the maximum stimulation of their vaginal walls. With one hand Lynda was pinching the nipple of Debbie's left breast, and with the other vigorously stroking her clitoris. As their passion mounted, Debbie turned her head so that they could kiss, their tongues jabbing and probing in time with the movement of their hips, until after only a few minutes they both thrust hard into each other, their muscles taut, as their mutual sensory stimulation carried them over the edge into a shared wonderland of sexual bliss, their bodies and minds one in an infinite moment of ecstatic joy. I was helpless, and increasingly desperate for release, my mind pushed to the limit by the beauty and rawness of the passion the two lovers had released in each other. I was not forgotten, however, and as their climaxes subsided, Lynda murmured to Debbie, "I suppose we ought to do something for the old goat now, before his balls burst. I will untie him and you sixty nine him, whilst I fuck his brains out with my monster cock. I'm certain he won't last long, and then we can leave him to sleep it off on the sofa, whilst we go to bed for some more fucking." She was right of course, and as Debbie sucked my cock and fondled my balls, and with Lynda's black dildo buried deep in my rectum, I soon felt that delicious familiar tension begin in my balls, and the tightening of the tendons in my groin, before I exploded in a moment of incandescent release, pumping stream after stream of my semen into Debbie's willing mouth. Lynda went off to the bedroom once she had pulled out of my backside, whilst Debbie tucked me up under a blanket on the sofa, and sweetly kissed me goodnight, before going to join her lover for more acts of sapphic fulfilment and delight. I fell asleep almost immediately, emotionally and physically exhausted, but as it was getting light I was woken by a kiss on my forehead. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I looked up to see Debbie, still stark naked, bending over me with a concerned look on her face. "I was worried about you, Uncle Will," she said, "Lynda was a bit rough on you last night, but if you go and get into our bed with her now, I think you will find that she would welcome some real cock inside her. I will curl up here for the time being so that you two can get to know each other better." My cock was already half erect as I slipped beneath the duvet, and cuddled up to Lynda, who was lying on her side breathing quietly. My cock nestled nicely in the crack of her bum, hardening all the time, and I stretched my arms around her to fondle her nice pert breasts. "O Will," she murmured, "I am sorry I was so hard on you last night, but I had been preparing the scenario for days in my head. I had heard that you liked to be fucked in the arse, and I thought that some female domination, and having to watch Debbie fucked senseless, would make your orgasm even better when it came." She pressed herself against me, her young body warm and soft, and putting her hand behind her wrapped her fingers around my shaft and placed the head in position at the mouth of her very wet and open cunt. "Fuck me," she whispered, "I want to find out for myself if your cock is as wonderful as Debbie's mom says it is." Slowly I pushed until I was fully embedded in her soft velvety vagina, whilst she fondled my balls, gently teasing teasing them, causing me to feel such wonderful sensations that I thought they were going to melt in her hands. "Oh yes," she sighed, "that is so lovely. Debbie's mom was right, it is sort of soft and hard at the same time, and it fits me so perfectly, as if it was made for my cunt. Now love me until we cum together in blissful union." We fucked gently and lovingly, our bodies working in rhythmic harmony, wonderful sensation following wonderful sensation radiating through our bodies from the centre of our physical union. Our excitement and passion built slowly, each stage on our journey to our goal of divine ecstasy a place of increasing wonderment and pleasure. Finally our orgasms seized us, and paroxysms of utter joy swept through our bodies, as I once more exploded in streams of white hot fluid which mixed with Lynda's copious juices o produce a divine nectar which the gods would have been proud to drink. As we slowly floated down from the heights of rapture, we whispered words of endearment into each other's ears whilst exchanging sweet kisses of joyful love, until we fell into a deep and dreamless sleep still joined in carnal union. That was how Debbie found us in the morning, as she came into the bedroom with a reviving cup of tea. "Hello sweet lovers," she said, "is there room in that bed for me?" as she pulled back the covers and slipped in behind me. There can be no more lovely sensation than to be cuddled by two beautiful naked women, and we lay there together, content just to enjoy the sensuous pleasure of naked flesh on naked flesh, my muscular hardness contrasting with softness of their womanly bodies. After a while it was wordlessly agreed, as if by telepathy, that we should start our day with one last, beautiful fuck. Both girls got on their knees, their faces on the bed side by side so that they could kiss, and with their bottoms in the air ready for my cock to enter the divine portals of their pussies once more. I moved from one to the other, fucking each one for a few strokes in succession, until they came in succession in sweet orgasms that lingered for what seemed like minutes. My two lovers then worshipped my cock together, licking and sucking until I too came in a long drawn out climax of surpassing sweetness. Suddenly I came to with a start, to find Debbie shaking me by the shoulder. "Wake up, Uncle Will," she laughed, "you fell asleep in the sun, but it's time to go now," and with that she walked out of the back gate to get in the car. It was all just a dream after all, but I thought you would enjoy hearing about it. I didn't say a word to Debbie, but I did find consolation in Rachel's arms rather more regularly after that. It's a strange old world, isn't it? A Widower's Delight After my neighbour, Rachel's daughter Debbie had graduated from university, she decided to move back home whilst she settled into her new job. Rachel asked me if I could do her another favour by fetching all Debbie's things in my car. I happily agreed, as I was always pleased to help a neighbour, especially one who showed her appreciation for my help by spending the night in my bed from time to time. Rachel said she was also a little worried about where Debbie was going to put everything until she found a place of her own, since her own house was rather small. As I had a large house all to myself, my wife having died some years earlier, I suggested that Debbie could use one of my spare bedrooms for the time being. She looked relieved at my offer, and thanked me with a kiss, and a promise of something more tangible later on. On our way back home in the car, Debbie, who had been lying back with her eyes shut listening to her Walkman, suddenly chuckled in a sexy way. "What was that about?" I asked. Looking straight at me, she winked, and replied rather seductively, "I was just wondering whether you had another of your dreams when Mum asked you to pick me up." I felt my face going red, as I realised that Rachel had told Debbie all about my daydream the last time I had helped out a few months earlier. "Don't worry," she went on, "I have seen you looking at me in my bikini, undressing me with your eyes. It was quite exciting to think that I turned you on. You never know, I might just let you see a bit more sometime, just to say thank you for helping me out, of course." As she spoke, Debbie winked at me again, and in an apparently innocent gesture, adjusted the hem of her skirt, before smoothing it down over her bare legs again. Even so, the brief glimpse of her panties was enough to make my heart beat a little faster. Nothing more was said during the rest of our journey, but that brief interchange had been enough to make me hope that one day I might experience the delights of her youthful body in a more intimate way. After a few months Debbie told Rachel that she had been asked by three other girls from the place where she worked to share a flat with them in town. Once again I was called on to do the honours, and so it was that the next Saturday I found myself packing the car with her things to drive her over to her new home. When I entered the flat, it quickly became apparent to me that her new flat mates were either bisexual or lesbians, a fact which they made no attempt to hide. In addition to the usual clutter of tights and lingerie, a wide variety of sex toys were scattered about the place, including vibrators, dildos of all shapes sizes and colours, and a selection of strap ons. In the middle of the living room, taking pride of place, was a large black barrel shaped object, with a couple of lights, some switches and a dial on the front, and a life-like phallus sticking out of the top. I knew enough from my occasional shopping expeditions on an internet site selling sexy lingerie and sex toys of all descriptions to recognise it as a sex machine for ladies, one that was well used, judging by the stains on its shiny black body. When I raised an eyebrow, Debbie giggled and said, "It's not what you think Uncle Will, I've not become a lesbian overnight, and I'll always want a nice cock in my pussy, but a girl's got to have a bit of fun before she settles down. When I'm home next time I'll come round for a cup of coffee, and tell you all about it, you naughty man. I don't see why Mum should have all the fun." I was surprised at her frankness, but also flattered that she should share such intimate secrets with me. I was also dimly aware that a line had been crossed in our relationship, although I did wonder why she would be interested in someone old enough to be her grandfather. The flat had only two bedrooms, each with a large double bed, but when I dared to ask Debbie if they had settled on who would be sleeping where, she laughed and said that they would choose a different partner as the fancy took them. "Just think, I'm going to get fucked every night, and it will be so exciting to experience different techniques, and find out more about what turns me on, and gives me greatest pleasure." It was a few weeks later, when she was next home for the weekend, that Debbie popped round for a cup of coffee, just a she had promised. At first we just talked about how she was getting on in her job, and other innocent things. After a few minutes, however, the conversation took a more interesting and arousing turn, as she began to tell me about what she described as her induction party. "It was after I had been there a couple of weeks," she explained, "that the girls invited round a load of friends for a night of sex. Everyone rode the Beast, as we call it, and you should have heard the squeals of delight as we all had the most amazing orgasms." She paused for a moment, and a look of pleasure lit up her beautiful face, as she continued, "It was my night though, and every one took turns in fucking me. It went on for hours, and I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. By the end I was in a dream, almost a state of euphoria, and the amazing sensations washing over and through me were almost indescribable. Mind you, I was thoroughly exhausted by the end, and I slept almost the whole of the next day. My pussy was a bit sore too."" I have never been fucked in so many different ways," she went on, "Some girls just licked me, others fucked me with a strap on, and one girl had the most amazing dildo that she filled with hot water. I started cumming almost as soon as she put it in my cunt. And Uncle a Will, she said excitedly, "they took photographs of it all, which they put in a presentation album for me. I got them to make a second album for you. It will keep you happy for hours, wanking over pictures of me in ecstasy. Later that week she rang me from work. "Uncle Will," she said, "I am bringing Sarah home with me next weekend, can I bring her round to meet you?" I wondered why Debbie wanted me to meet her flatmate, but I said I would be delighted, and why didn't they join me for dinner on the Saturday evening. Sarah turned out to be a very pretty redhead with a nice hourglass figure and a perky pair of size 34D breasts. After a nice meal with a few glasses of wine, to my consternation and amazement, Debbie suggested that the three of us went up to the bedroom for some fun. Once we were upstairs, the girls began to undress, stopping after every item of clothing to kiss and caress each other. Debbie indicated that I should sit in a chair, and said, "You sit there and enjoy the show. You might like to take your clothes off as well, you will be much more comfortable, and it will be fun watching you becoming aroused. Sarah has never seen a real penis, and I promised her she would get to play with one this weekend, so it will be a first for both of us." Both girls were soon completely naked, and I was treated to the sight of two nice sets of boobs, and a very delicious pair of pussies. It turned out that Debbie was completely shaved, while Sarah had a neatly shaped bush the same colour as her hair, which set off her neat little vulva to perfection, her clit just poking out of its hood in anticipation of the pleasures to come. "I thought we would start with a sixty nine," Debbie said, "then we can give you a blow job, and finally move on to fucking. After you've come once, you will take much longer, and will be able to give us both the most lovely orgasms, as you fill us with your hot spunk." I sat back, playing with my cock, which was rock hard by now, whilst I watched the two of them lick and suck each other enthusiastically, until they both climaxed, moaning and squealing with pleasure. When they had recovered, Debbie beckoned to me to join them on the bed, where I lay back with my hands behind my head. The two girls then took up a position, one on each side of me. First of all Debbie showed Sarah all the most sensitive places on my cock, and the different ways to stroke me in order to give me the greatest pleasure. Then she took the head into her mouth and started to suck it, whilst putting the tip of her tongue into my pee hole, and I was soon groaning with pleasure, as all my nerve endings went into overload. Debbie showed Sarah every trick in the book, the two girls taking it in turns to make love to my cock. At last, after several minutes of exquisite sensations, Sarah took my shaft deep into her throat, sticking her tongue out to lick my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I began to buck my hips, thrusting my manhood deeper into her delicious mouth. The muscles in my legs contracted pushing my hips off the bed, and that delicious hot sensation of an approaching orgasm rose up from my groin, becoming a spear of incandescent flame that consumed my body as I pumped streams of hot cum deep into her willing mouth, crying out in ecstasy. As I came down from my high, I could see that both girls were highly aroused, and the smell of desire from the juices leaking profusely from their wet pussies filled the air - a scent which is far better than all the most expensive essences that the perfumer's art has yet to invent. I knew that I would take some time to recover before I could fuck the two girls, but I felt that they should be rewarded for the pleasure they had given me, so I told them to lie back on the bed, and moving from one to the other, I proceeded to lick and suck their eager pussies, using every trick that I knew, until they both came, their bodies taut, and their faces alight with rapture. Later that evening, I fucked both girls to a series of orgasms, filling each of their cunts with my seed, until in the early hours of the morning, we fell into an exhausted but blissful sleep, cuddled together in a heap of tangled limbs. Debbie stayed on at the flat for about eighteen months, and she brought each of her three flat mates to enjoy the hospitality of my home, on a number of occasions. I still cannot fathom why four nubile young women should be interested an old wrinkly like me, but I can only say that I have truly been a very lucky man. A Widower's Two Daughters After my wife died, I had trouble sleeping in our bed. We had too many pleasant, and I admit, sexual memories under those sheet. I tried replacing the sheets and mattress, but that did not work. I spent too many nights crying myself to sleep from loneliness I was now the widowed father of two teen-aged daughters. One was nineteen, the other eighteen. They each had their own rooms. I’m sure there were nights I kept them awake with my sobbing. I went to the oldest, Colleen, with a request. “Honey, I was wondering if you would like to have my room? “Why, dad?” “I can’t sleep in there. I’m losing my concentration at work because I’m tired all the time.” “Is that from lack of sleep or lack of sex, Dad?” “Colleen!” “Dad, I know you and Mom had sex at least three times a week. It’s been eleven months since mom died and you haven’t even dated. You’re too young to give up on life and its pleasures.” My daughter was so right it hurt. But, I did not want to go out on the dating scene just yet. “Dear, we’re switching rooms tonight. We’ll start moving clothes when I get home from work. That night, Colleen and I made the switch. The smaller bed did not seem as empty as the king sized one that was my marriage bed. With a few problems, I had the best nights sleep since Wendy, my wife of twenty-two years, died. The biggest adjustment was that the bathroom was shared with my youngest, Nancy. I was not used to locking the doors because the master bedroom had its own bathroom. I was getting out of the shower when Nancy walked through her door. She was ready to take her shower. I was nude and wet. She was nude and dry. We looked at each other. There were no screams, like I would have expected. There was no embarrassment. “Dad,” said Nancy, “please, remember to lock the door.” Nancy stepped into the shower. I dried off and left the bathroom. I was combing my hair when I realized how much Nancy looked like her mother when we first met. She was the spitting image of Wendy when we made love the first time. That was when I got an erection. It was the first one since Wendy’s death. I was standing in my eldest daughter’s former room with a hard-on. I closed my eyes; my hand went to my cock. “Oh God, Wendy I miss you so.” I was stroking away like mad. Just as I came, I heard the sound of a woman cumming. I turned to see that I had left the bathroom door open. Nancy was watching me and masturbating too. In my sexual frenzy I thought it was my late wife or her ghost. I turned to her. My hand motions increased their speed. The apparition watched as my jism finally shot out of my cock. She closed the door. “Wendy, don’t leave me.” I fell on the bed crying. I finally made it to the dinning room for breakfast. I knew by then that it was not Wendy watching but Nancy. I was ashamed to face my daughters. I knew that Nancy would tell Colleen what happened. It was a good thing that it was a Saturday. No one had work or school that day. My state was such that I would have screwed up my job. While Nancy had her mother’s looks, Colleen had her personality. Wendy and Colleen often clashed with the force of two mountain goats in rut. “Dad”, said Colleen, “ are you sure you want to stay in my room? Nancy told me you didn’t lock the door to her room and she walked in on you. Then you didn’t shut the door to your room and she saw you dressing.” I looked at Nancy. I saw she did not tell her sister about watching me jack off. Or Colleen had the decency not to mention it. “I’m sorry, Nancy. I can’t sleep in the room I shared with your mother.” “Dad, I know this will take a bit of adjustment. Let’s just put this morning behind us,” said Nancy. The girls went their ways and I stayed home to read. I did not read. I dug up the old photo albums. I looked through the pictures that were all I had left of Wendy. The pictures were of our dates and marriage before the girls arrived. They also were of our first heartache. There were two of Wendy holding the son we had. Jeremy lived only one day. We never told Colleen that she was not our first-born. The loss of Jeremy was too hard for Wendy and me to talk about. The last words Wendy said to me was that she was finally getting to be Jeremy’s mother. It was this memory that made me let go of Wendy. She was with one of our children. I was with the other two. It was time to live. It would hurt, but I was determined to live. That night in Colleen’s former room, I closed my eyes and let my senses go. My old room was full of death. This room was life. I could smell the subtle scents of my daughter. I realized what was happening to me in my old bedroom. There were too many memories of Wendy. Too many little scents that I could not smell but were there anyway. It was not fare to take Colleen from HER room and put her in mine. She spent her whole life here. She was part of the room and the room was part of her. I would move back to my old bedroom and remodel. It was time to retake my life. I put on my robe and went to my old room. I wanted to talk to Colleen about trading back. I knocked on the door. “Yes?” “It’s dad.” “Count to five and come in.” Colleen still remembered the old routine. It was how we made sure she was decent to see me. Or hide what she did not want me to see. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” Colleen was sitting up in the bed when I entered. She had the quilt pulled up to her chin. “What do you want, dad?” “That’s your room, Colleen. We should trade back. I’m sure you and Nancy have worked everything out to your satisfaction. I’m just disrupting the family.” “I thought that this room had too many memories for you, Dad?” “I can change the room and keep the memories.” “Oh, so that when you start bringing home your dates, they won’t be in mom’s bed? So you don’t feel like you’re cheating on her?” Colleen was grinning from ear to ear. She had her mother’s smile. The room, the bed, the smile, I leaned over and kissed my daughter. I broke the kiss when my hand was just inches away from her breast. “Can I have the bed, Dad?” “Why?” She looked down, smiled, and then looked into my eyes. “I have a few good memories in this bed too, Daddy.” “We knew, baby. Your mother always knew when the sheets were not the ones we used.” We shared a laugh. It was the first laugh I had about Wendy’s memory. “Okay, Colleen. You can have this bed.” “Thanks, daddy.” I had my hand on the door when Colleen asked the Big Question. “How often do you masturbate thinking about Mom?” “Just once.” “Today? After seeing Nancy?” “Yes,” I whispered. I heard footsteps. A hand touched my shoulder. It made me turn. My oldest daughter was standing before me, nude. Was she offering herself to me? “Nancy told me about seeing you jack off. We know she looks like mom did at that age. Nancy said that she hoped you would take her.” “What?” “We talked it over today. We decided that we would be here to help you any way you need it. Even if you wanted to take us to bed. I was hoping that when you came to me tonight that you would take me. That is why I had you count to five. I wanted to undress.” “You mean that you and your sister were willing to sleep with me tonight?” “Not just tonight, but any night you wanted one of us.” “You’re serious?” Colleen answered by pulling my face to hers. Our lips met as she grasped my cock. She pulled off my robe. I stood there in my boxer shorts with my dick out through the fly. Colleen pulled down my shorts. I stepped out of them. Father and daughter stood lip to lip. She had her hand on my manhood. I had my hand on her breast. “Do you want me or Nancy first?” “What?” “I think you should have Nancy first. It wasn’t fare the way you teased her today.” Colleen opened the door and called her sister. “Yah?” asked Nancy. “I’ll concede first honors to you.” Colleen left the room. Nancy entered and undressed. This time the hand on my cock was not mine. She knelt before me, taking my cock into her mouth. She stopped just before I blasted her mouth. Nancy took my hand, leading me to the bed. She lay on her back, her knees parted, her cunt pointed at me. She reached out to me. “Come to me. Take me, Daddy.” I stood there, looking at the desire in her face. “Please, Daddy, I want you in me.” I took my place next to her. I took her breast into my mouth. It was like I was ravaging her mother. I dropped my body on top of hers. I lifted her ass, putting her legs over my shoulders. I could drive deeper into Wendy this way. I figured if it was good enough for mother; it was good enough for daughter. I had my cockhead at the entrance to Nancy’s sex hole. I looked into my daughter’s face. “Yes?” I asked her. She nodded yes. I did what I did to her mother. I fell into her with one sudden push. There was one big difference. Her mother was not a virgin when we met. Nancy cried out in pain. I felt the tearing of her hymen. One part of me wanted to stop. The rest of me said it did not matter now. I went with the majority. Though I masturbated this morning, I still had more than a year to make up for lack of sex. Wendy once told me to find a hooker when she was diagnosed with the uterine cancer. It was too far along when found to stop. It had spread. The sick irony. The source of our greatest pleasure and children was what killed her. I was without control. I was pounding my cock into my youngest daughter. I destroyed her virginity. It was the most important thing in my life at this time. It did not take long to fill my girl with my cum. I hate to say this but I didn’t even know when it happened. I remember pumping into Nancy’s cunt. I remember her crying in a mixture of pain and joy. Then I remember waking with both daughters naked, one on each side. Nancy rolled my face to her. “Since you just made love to mom, when are you going to fuck me?” “You had your turn, Nancy. Now it’s mine,” said Colleen. They argued over me for a few minutes. I finally got enough strength to talk.” “Nancy’s right. It was your mother that time. Though your mother lost her cherry by the time I took her. “But Colleen is the oldest. By rights, she should be the first.” “What about me, Daddy?” pouted Nancy. “Your mother kept some toys in the bottom of the dresser.” I felt Nancy get off the bed as I maneuvered Colleen’s pussy to my mouth. I took her clit into my mouth as she took my cock into hers. She was wet before I started. I about drowned with her cum juice. Though, I just came into her sister, Colleen had me up and pumping my cum into her throat. The way she licked my dick, I knew that she had plenty of experience. I wished that I could thank each guy that let her practice her skills. It was like she was training all her life to suck off her old man. I heard the buzzing of a vibrator. I could tell by the tone it was Wendy’s favorite. As my tongue explored my baby’s clit and cunt, my other baby was doing some exploring of her own. I heard the sweet sounds of two young women approaching nirvana. I was not far from there myself. It is hard enough to get two people to have simultaneous orgasms. But here, in this one bed, a father and his two teen daughters reached a three way simultaneous orgasm. We slept the rest of that night together. The next day, Colleen got the toy and Nancy got the tongue. As I lay there, I could not help but compare my two daughters’ pussies. They say all pussies are the same. Well, they are not. Wendy’s, Colleen’s and Nancy’s were the same but each was different. I found I was wishing I could do a blindfold test. I wished it could be a three-way taste test. But I would never again be able to tongue my Wendy. Though She was gone from my life, she left me two very eager, willing and talented replacements. A Widow's Life Wrecked My name is Sangeeta Rawat. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village named Madhupur in Madhya Pradesh. I am 24 years of age now and the mother of 2 very young children. My eldest daughter is 2 years of age and my youngest son is now, a 4 month baby. This is my real life story, on how I have been exploited and subjected to a life of shame, due to circumstances in life ...... Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. We were blessed with a daughter two years ago. But tragically, around nine months ago, when I was pregnant with our second baby, my husband was killed in an automobile accident. Being pregnant, I went back to stay with my mother. But again tragedy struck. A month after my son was born, my mother died of a heart attack -- leaving me -- with no money and no place to go. I could not even go to work, due to my 2 small children. My father, Mohar Singh Rawat, a 71 year old man, was the richest man in our district. He was a widower, who lived in his palatial bungalow alone with tens of servants to take care of him and his needs. Despite his age, he was almost frightening in his physical appearance. He was very dark, very tall, muscular and with blood-shot eyes. Everyone was frightened of him, because of his cruel nature, arrogance, wealth and temper. He terrorised the whole district with his demands on everything belonging to others -- properties, fields, etc. It was rumoured that he did not even spare the young wives, of labourers working in his fields. His labourers were very frightened of him. When my father instructed them to bring their wives to him at nights, they would meekly accompany their wives to his house, to satisfy his perversions and lust. It was rumoured that babies born to the wives of almost, half of the labourers working in his fields, were actually fathered by - my father-in-law! Despite knowing all this, though I was totally terrified of my father, I had no option, but to visit his house and request him, to allow my children and me to stay there. I reached my father-in-law's place in the evening and went to his drawing room, where he was watching television. I knocked on the door and he looked up. I cast my eyes down, touched his feet and said, ' Namasthey -- Baabuji ' ( Meaning ....... greetings -- father ) My father simply did not reply. Instead he stared at me for some time. Then his eyes slowly started roving all over my body. I could see lust in his eyes and was getting very un-comfortable with his staring. He was my father-in-law after-all! After a few minutes of staring, my father-in-law replied, ' Bahu ( daughter ), I am surprised to see you here and that too at this time ' I explained to my father, all my misfortunes and pleaded with him to allow my children and me, to stay at his house. I told him that we would not be a burden, or disturb him in anyway. I explained to him, that I would do all the cooking in his house, along with other house-work, in return for his permission for us to stay there. I even offered to stay with my children at one of his out-houses for workers. My father again did not reply. Instead, he continued staring at my breasts openly for some time. After sometime, he replied, ' Bahu, if I understand you correctly, you wish me to help your children and you to stay here and take care of your needs. And in return, you will take care of my needs. Is it not? ' I said, ' Yes -- Baabuji ' He called out for a servant and asked her to take my children to another room. She took the baby from my arms, caught my little daughter's hand and led her away. After she had gone, my evil father got up from his chair, walked up to me, put his right arm over my shoulders and walked me to another large sofa. He sat and then to my shock, pulled me over to sit on his lap! His arm remained on my shoulder. With his left hand, he started softly touching my cheeks, lips etc. saying, ' Don't worry -- Bahu ( Daughter ), you are my only son's widow. It is my duty to take care of your children and especially, a young and healthy widow like you. I know that a beautiful woman like you, has needs. I shall keep you like a queen in this house and satisfy all your womanly needs. So just relax! ' So saying, he leaned and suddenly kissed me hard, over my lips -- thrusting his tongue into my mouth, while he began fondling my breasts, over the palloo of my saree ( Saree, is a garment worn by Indian housewives, instead of a dress ). I was shocked beyond imagination. I knew that my father was a sex-crazy man. But never in my wildest of dreams had I imagined, that he would do such things to me. I was his daughter-in-law. His only son's widow. The mother of his two grand-children! How could he even think of touching me like this? It was so shameful. I began struggling to get away from his grasp. After sometime, I managed to free myself, got up from the sofa, went to a far corner of the room and said, ' Baabuji, what are you doing? Please do not do such things. I am your son's widow. I have always thought of you, as a father to me. What you did, is so wrong. I am a decent lady. No man except your son has ever touched me. Please do not do such things. It is so indecent. So sinful ' My father said, ' Bahu -- don't talk like an old lady! Yes - you are my daughter-in-law. So what? You are a young and healthy woman. You are a widow. I too am a widower and live all alone. You said that you would take care of my needs. So, what is the problem if I kiss you and fondle your lovely young breasts? ' I said, ' Baabuji -- when I said that I shall take care of your needs, I meant that I shall take care of all the work in the house, so that you can live comfortably. Not such sinful deeds ' My father said, ' Bahu -- Don't make me laugh. I have tens of servants to take care of housework. That is not a problem for me. But being a man, I have other needs. The need of my cock. The need to chew upon your tender lips. The need to fondle, kiss and suck your luscious young breasts and nipples. The need to touch and play with your widowed cunt, which has been unused for 3 years now and the need to thrust my throbbing cock into it! ' I started crying and said, ' No, Baabuji -- please do not say such vulgar things ' My father got irritated and said, ' Look, you little girl - let me be straight. Your lovely & delicately tender body has always excited me to make my cock erect. I have always wanted to caress, kiss and suck every part of your amazing body. Even when you were getting married to my son, I was fantasising on how I could enjoy your body ' He continued crudely and shockingly, ' As a matter-of-fact, I had even seriously considered having you kidnapped and brought to my other bungalow, on your wedding day with your bridal clothes on, so that you could spend your wedding night with me - instead of my son. I wanted to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open, your virginity and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock was in the process of doing so. But then -- taking pity on my son, I did not do so ' He went on, ' And now that you are a widow, the opportunity has presented itself again. Let us come to a mutual agreement. Let us agree on taking care of each other's bodies. You are my daughter. I do not have any other family member. So, all my property will come to your children and you, after my death. You need not do any work here. You can live like a queen in this house. You can have whatever you wish - sarees, jewellery, clothes, delicious food, good education for my grand children. Whatever you wish. You will have tens of servants at your beck and call. Servants to take care of you and your children. You can relax & sleep during the day, watch television & cable, go to movies, go shopping in the town, play with your children and be happy throughout the day ' He suddenly asked me, ' Did my son fuck you in your anus? ' I was shocked at his vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, ' No!!! Please don't say and ask such vulgar things, Baabuji! ' He continued, ' I want you to be clear now. If you wish me to take care of you and your children, you will have to agree to become my personal property. You will massage me, bathe me, dress me up, feed me and later will come to my bed-room to satisfy me in every way, as I fancy. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my strong cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you -- your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus ' He finally stated, ' If you follow exactly, what I have explained to you, then you can stay here as my daughter. If you do not agree, then you can leave now with your children. I shall legally cut out all of you from my properties. You will be on the street. For all you know, you may get raped by hooligans on the street and may end up as a road-side prostitute. So, tell me -- what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave? ' I was shocked at his words! I was his daughter and yet, this horrible old man was so shamefully telling me things, that no father-in-law would ever say to a daughter-in-law. He did not even seem to care that I was his own son's widow. I began to cry. Sobbingly I pleaded with him, ' Baabuji, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. I am your daughter. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I will try and help you by finding a nice lady for you, so that you can get married to her and do all that you wish, with her. That would be the right thing to do. ' He angrily replied, ' Look Sangeeta, don't waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don't give stupid lectures. I don't care about right and wrong and I don't care about sin. Just tell me -- do you agree to be my sex toy, or not? ' I again pleaded, ' Please . . . . . Baabuji . . . . .please do not make me do this ' He replied again, ' I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall ask the servants to throw you out of my house now ' I was sobbing and crying hard. But I was also thinking. Where would I -- a young 24 year aged widow with 2 young children, go? I had no money and no place to live. My father was right. If he did not allow us to stay at his house, I would have to stay on some foot-path with my children. And if I did so, as he stated, I would obviously get raped, or even gang raped. I would perhaps be forced by those gangs to become a prostitute. I got frightened for my daughter. She was so small. She would also be exposed to all kinds of perverts on the street. Maybe she too would get raped? That made me frightened and think hard. Did I wish my daughter to get raped because of my principles? No! Never. And if I did agree to my father's perversions, only my life would be ruined. At least my children would be safe and enjoy the luxuries that his wealth would provide them. They would also inherit his entire wealth. So, I decided then, to agree to my father-in-law's terms. Sobbing, I told my father, ' OK -- Baabuji, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish! ' My evil father, started smiling happily. He said, ' That is better Sangeeta. Now you are being sensible. Don't worry. You take care of me and I will take care of all of you -- forever. After all you and your children, are my family. Now stop crying and wipe your tears ' I wiped my tears with my palloo and said, ' Baabuji, where do you wish me to keep our luggage and stay? ' He replied, ' Now that you are going to be my mistress, you can put your personal luggage in the bed-room, next to my own master bed-room and use that. The children can stay in the guest bed-room. I will arrange for 2 or 3 servant women to take care of them, day and night. Especially at nights, as I do not want you to be disturbed or to start worrying about them, when you are being fucked by me ' He then came close to me, placed his hands on my breasts over the palloo of my saree, pumped them and said, ' Sangeeta, since your baby is only 4 months old, you must be breast feeding him. Is it not? ' Though I was feeling repulsive due to his hands over my breasts, I bore that and replied him, ' Yes Baabuji, I do breast feed my baby ' Fondling my breasts, he continued, ' Yes -- your lovely breasts look so large and full. I can feel in my palms that they are full with delicious & warm milk! ' So saying he pulled me close to him, and continued fondling my breasts. Due to his pressing, the milk from my nipples, started to ooze onto my bra, making it wet. I wanted to get away from him, as that was my baby's milk - which was getting wasted. I said to him, ' Baabuji, can I go and feed my baby now? ' The evil man replied, ' No! Certainly not! I want the pleasure of sucking that warm and delicious milk, straight from your nipples, to-night. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk ' He asked me, ' Sangeeta, do you still have the saree, that you wore on your wedding night, with my son with you - now? I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji. I have it in my suitcase now ' He asked again, ' Did my son, break your virginity on the wedding night, or was it on some other night? ' I replied, ' I lost my virginity on my wedding night, Baabuji ' He said, ' Were you wearing your wedding night saree, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity? ' I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji ' He said thoughtfully, ' God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt - first. I would have enjoyed it so much ' He then called for some servant ladies. Two of them, Janaki and Nayana, came quietly to his room, quickly. I could see fear on their faces. They were the wives of his labourers in the fields and were made house-servants to serve in his house. He instructed them, ' This is Sangeeta Memsaab ( Madam ). She is my daughter and will be the mistress of this house-hold. You two will be her personal maids from today onwards. Tell everyone. Now listen to me carefully and do exactly what I tell you ' He continued, ' Tell Maya and Leela that their job from today is to look after the children. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk for tonight. From tomorrow the baby can be fed her breast milk. Take Memsaab to the dining room and feed her ' He went on, ' After her dinner, take Sangeeta Memsaab to her bed-room, next to my own bed-room. Help her un-pack her clothes. Give her a leisurely good bath, in warm scented water. Dry her delicate body with a nice soft towel. Be careful not to spill any of the milk in her breasts. Apply the most expensive perfume all over her body. Comb and plait her long and silky hair. Apply talcum powder and some soft make up, with a light pink lip-stick on her beautiful face. Though she is a Hindu widow, yet - put a nice red bindi ( Vermillion ) on her fore-head and lots of flowers in her hair. Dress her up in a clean and attractive, bra and panty. Dress her up in a white petticoat. And then help her wear her saree. It should be the same saree, that she wore on her wedding night with my son, three years ago. Make sure that she looks exactly like a bride on her wedding night. At 10.00 p.m. sharp, bring her to my bed-room and leave her - in there ' The servant women looked at each other -- shocked and confused. That is because they knew that I was his daughter and yet -- were being instructed by my cruel father-in-law, to dress me up like a bride and take me to his bed-room at night. They could not believe that my father-in-law was going to use my body, like he did with all the wives of his labourers and workers! Janaki and Nayana, quietly accompanied me to the dining room and served me a delicious dinner. They then took me to my allocated bed-room, which was a huge luxuriously furnished room. Nayana started un-packing my luggage. Both of them were quiet. Nayana went and filed the bath-tub. She poured some floral perfume into the water and got everything ready for my bath. Janaki said, ' Memsaab ( Madam ), your bath is ready. Shall we give you a bath now? ' I politely replied, ' No Janaki. Thank you. I shall have my own bath ' Janaki nervously replied, ' Please ....... Memsaab ....... Your father has instructed us to give you a bath and dress you up. If he comes to know that we did not follow his instructions, then our husbands and us, will be in very deep trouble. Nayana too nervously pleaded, ' Please ....... Please Memsaab ....... Allow us to do exactly what he has instructed us to do ' Looking at their fear and feeling pity on them I agreed. Both of them gave me a bath and dried my body. They applied perfume all over her body. They combed and plaited my long hair. They applied talcum powder and make up, with some lip-stick on my face. Then as instructed by my father, they put a large red bindi on my fore-head and lots of Gajra ( flowers ) in my hair. They then helped me wear a white netted bra and a white cotton panty. They helped me wear a white petticoat. Janaki asked me, ' Memsaab, can you show us which was the saree worn by you, on your wedding night with your late husband? ' I pointed to my wedding night saree in the wardrobe. Both of them helped me wear my saree and the blouse. Then they adjusted my saree, blouse, my hair, the flowers on my hair, etc to be in the right position, so that I looked like a bride. As it is, I was only 24 years of age. So, I suppose though I was a widow with 2 children, yet all this dressing and make up, did make me look like a real bride being readied for her wedding night! Nayana said, ' Memsaab ....... It is only 9.30 p.m. now. Your father has instructed us to take you to his bed-room at 10.00 p.m. I think that we should wait now in this room itself ' I sat on the sofa. Janaki kept looking at me with pity and gradually asked me, ' Memsaab ....... Can I ask you something ....... If you don't mind? ' I said, ' Yes Janaki, go ahead ' She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Have you agreed to become your father's mistress, of your own accord, or has he threatened and forced you to agree? ' I hesitantly replied, ' I have been forced - Janaki ' She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Nayana and myself can see that you are a very decent lady. You are so young. Being the daughter of this house, we are sure that you must have earlier heard about your father-in-law's sinful life. So, why did you come here? We are surprised that you have come inviting trouble! ' I replied, ' I had no where else to go Janaki. I am a widow now. I have 2 very young children. I do not have any brothers or sisters. My parents are dead. I do not have a house. So, my children and myself were completely stranded. I cannot even find work because my children are so young. So, that is why, I was forced to come here. Only that, I never expected that my own father would lust for my body and force me to become his mistress! ' A Widow's Life Wrecked Janaki hesitantly said, ' Memsaab ....... I shall give you the bottle of hair-oil. Please carry it when we take you to your father's bed-room and keep it on the draw next to the bed, so that you can reach for it, when you need it ' I replied, ' Janaki, why would I need hair oil in his bed-room? ' Janaki kept silent and looked at Nayana. Both the women exchanged silent glances with each other. I persisted, ' Come on Janaki. Tell me. I am a woman just like both of you. If there is something that I need to know, which would help me, then please tell me ' She hesitatingly said, ' Memsaab ....... You are going to be brutally raped by your father, tonight. You are such a young girl. He can be extremely rough and violent, when he is at the peak of his lust. At such times, he will not care for your pain. So, in order for you to be able to bear the pain, at least you can plead with him to use the oil and if it is immediately reachable, he may even listen to you and use it. That is why, you will need the oil ' I was confused, ' Janaki, why would I be in so much pain, as you say? ' It was Nayana who cut in and replied, ' Oh Memsaab ....... Your father is ....... Aaah ....... Aaah Errr ....... simply too huge ' I was still confused, ' Nayana, please speak clearly. I still am not understanding ' Janaki then replied, ' Memsaab ....... You are too innocent. What Nayana means is that ....... The size of your father's organ is ....... un-believably huge and gigantic. It is too massive and powerful. None of the women here in our village, have ever seen, or experienced, such a mammoth male organ - ever - in our lives. His organ is almost like an elephant's organ -- when it is erect. It is colossal. His monstrous organ is almost 10 inches long and maybe around 3 to 4 inches in thickness - when it is raging with lust. His testicles are equally huge -- like tennis balls! We can actually feel their weight, while resting on our vagina, when he is roughly thrusting into us ' I exclaimed in shock, ' No!!!!! That cant be true. How would you know? ' She replied, ' Yes -- Memsaab. What we are saying is true. That is because, like he uses most women in our village, he has used Nayana and me many times - to satisfy his lust. So both of us have seen, experienced and even enjoyed his huge organ ' I was really shocked and said, ' Oh Nayana -- that is so shocking! ' After some time, Janaki said, ' Memsaab ....... It is almost 10.00 p.m. We have to take you to your father's bed-room. He will be waiting for you now ' Janaki covered my head with the palloo of my saree and pulled it over my face -- like a typical Indian bride. All three of us, entered the room. My father was sitting on a huge sofa in the bed-room. He was wearing a thin cotton kurta & a cotton dhoti. There was a bottle of alcohol and he was drinking. When he saw us entering, he stared at me again with lust. I was a nervous wreck by now. Janaki & Nayana led me slowly to the bed. They helped me to sit on the bed, like a typical bride -- with my face covered by the palloo of my saree. My father-in-law kept looking at me. He was drunk. The women went out, closing the door after them. I sat silently on the bed -- shivering with fear. My father-in-law kept sitting on the sofa, staring at me and continued his drinking for some more time. After sometime, he got up, came near my bed and sat close to me. I was shaking with fear. He asked me, ' Sangeeta, is this the wedding saree that you wore, on your wedding night with my son? ' I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji ' He asked, ' Did my son, make you naked and then tear open your virginity, or did he do it with your saree on? ' I hesitated with shyness and fear. He said, ' Look little girl, when I ask a question in this house, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry ' I quickly replied, ' I was wearing this saree when it happened. Your son had pushed it up over my hips, when he did that ' He asked, ' Did it pain you a lot, when he tore your virginity? ' I replied, ' Yes Baabuji ' He asked, ' Did your cunt bleed a lot? ' I replied, ' Yes Baabuji ' He lifted the palloo of my saree from my face. He brought his face close to mine and started staring at me. He touched my lips with his palm and traced his palm over my cheeks and hair. He lightly kissed me on my lips. He said, ' Sangeeta, you are so beautiful. What is your age now? ' I replied, ' I am 24 years of age, Baabuji ' He said, ' Do you know my age? ' I replied, ' I think you are 71 years of age, Baabuji ' He said, ' Yes. I am 71 years old. And here you are -- my beautiful 24 years aged daughter, on my bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don't you think so? ' I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji ' He said, ' Sangeeta, get down from the bed and stand in front of me. I wish to see your beautiful body in your wedding saree ' I got down from the bed and stood shyly in front of him. He kept staring at me and then turned me around. He touched my long plaited hair and the flowers that I was wearing. He slowly again turned me around, to face him. He removed my saree palloo, to expose my breasts which were enclad in my bra and blouse. I stood before him with my head down, while he was staring at my breasts. He said, ' You have such lovely breasts. They look so enticing. So large, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock has stood erect just by looking at them ' I did not reply. He then got up and removed his kurta. I glanced up. Though he was 71 years old, just like Janaki and Nayana had told me, he was extremely strong. He was very tall. Almost 6 feet & 4 inches. His chest was huge like a barrel. It was dark and very hairy -- with grey hair. His shoulders were rippling with muscles. He looked like a mountain -- standing beside me! That was because, compared to him, I was very short. Just 5 feet and 2 inches. As he was wearing a thin cotton dhoti, I could clearly see that he was wearing a black coloured langoti ( a loin cloth ), inside his dhoti. I was shocked to see his langoti stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large cricket bat! I could make out that he had a huge erection. I got completely frightened looking at the size of his erection. My father came behind me and hugged me. His huge erection was poking in between my buttocks, through my petticoat and saree. He caught my breasts from behind and started lightly fondling them, while pressing his erection into my buttocks. He kissed and nibbled at the back of my neck, saying, ' Your young breasts are really heavy with milk, Sangeeta. Have you have safely stored all your delicious milk, for me? I hope that you did not feed some of the milk, to your baby? ' I replied shyly, ' No -- Baabuji. My baby was fed cow's milk, as you had instructed ' Fondling my breasts, he said, ' Good Bahu. I like you. You are a good daughter. You must do your duty to your father-in-law - by feeding your milk to me ' He then asked me, ' Bahu, after my son died, from how many men did you get fucked? ' I was shocked at his question. I replied, ' No -- Baabuji. I would never do such sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though your son is no more, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me ' Caressing my hips, he asked me, ' Really? Does that mean that my son is the only man, who has fucked you in your life? ' I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji ' Pressing his erection further into me, he asked, ' What was the size of his erect cock? ' I said, ' I do not know Baabuji ' He said, ' Tell me the length and thickness, approximately -- Bahu ' I replied, ' Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness ' Nibbling upon my earlobes, he asked, ' Did you enjoy, when my son fucked you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you? ' I shyly replied, ' Sometimes Baabuji ' Pressing my buttocks over my saree, he asked, ' When was the last time he fucked you, Bahu? ' I replied, ' It was the night before his accident ' He came up to my front -- all the while staring at my body, pulled me close and kissed me -- pushing his tongue, deep into my mouth, while his hands were kneading my breasts over my blouse. Then, with his right hand, he started lifting my saree and petticoat, gradually exposing my thighs. His hands started roaming all over my thighs, right up to my panty. I was feeling so ashamed. He knelt in front of me and began licking and kissing my thighs. As his lust grew, he began biting my thighs. Gradually the intensity of his bites increased and they became painful. But I stood there silently, enduring his painful bites and his rough hands on my thighs, as I did not wish to put his mood off and make him angry. He then removed my saree and flung it on the sofa, leaving me, in my red blouse and white petticoat. He said, ' Bahu, I am going not going to remove your petticoat. Though you are the mother of two children, yet, because your cunt is only used to the small cock of my son, it is possible that your cunt may bleed, when I tear it open to accommodate my massive cock. I wish to have the pleasure of seeing that blood on your petticoat! ' I was feeling so frightened. I kept silent. My father removed his dhoti. His black langoti was stretched to the limit, by his un-believably gigantic penis, which was raging erect with lust now. I was feeling so shy and ashamed to see my father-in-law, standing in his langoti, in front of me. My father-in-law then un-buttoned my blouse and removed it. I was now left only with my bra and petticoat! He again caressed my breasts over my bra, for a while. Then he lifted my petticoat from one side slightly, exposing a part of my left thigh and tucked it on my hips -- like how Indian housewives tuck their saree on their hips, while doing housework. He then made me sit on the bed and lay down on my lap. He pushed my bra up, to pull out my breast from under it. Due to all his touching and fondling, my nipples had got erect. I have very large and round black nipples -- which seem to have excited him! He immediately un-hooked my bra and flung it away. Squeezing my nipples, he said, ' Bahu, you have dazzling breasts with such stunning nipples! I have never seen such out-standing nipples in my life - ever! ' He took one of my nipples in my mouth and happily began sucking my milk, while caressing my exposed thigh. He continued chewing upon my nipples, while sucking out the milk. He was swallowing the milk greedily, like some hungry baby! After emptying my left breast, he now caught my right nipple and started drinking my milk. I waited patiently, until he drank all the milk in both my breasts and made them empty! He then looked at me happily and smiled at me. He said, ' Wow! Bahu, that was so delicious. Now that you are staying here, I shall come frequently to you, to drink this tasty milk of yours, whenever I am in the mood ' He then got up and stood in front of me. I was looking down shyly. He came close to me, bringing his huge organ in his langoti, near me. He said, ' Bahu, what do you think of my cock? Is it nice? Is it not massive, as compared to my son? ' I was feeling so shy, that I did not respond. I kept looking down silently. He lifted my face to see his huge organ in the langoti. He said, ' Bahu. Don't feel shy. Touch it. Feel it. Play with it. After all, it is going to tear open your little cunt in a short while now! Come on -- touch it! ' I still did not move or talk. He caught my hand and placed it on his mammoth organ. I was taken aback, at my first contact with his enormous organ. But, to keep him happy, I started daintily touching it, over his langoti. He said, ' Bahu, don't be frightened. Remove my langoti and play with it. Don't worry, in a few days, like all the other women of this village, you too will love it ' Though I was feeling miserable at having to touch my own father's penis, as he was insistent, I bashfully untied his langoti. As his langoti became loose, his mammoth organ shot out towards me. I was bewildered to see such a gargantuan monster! His organ was simply un-believable. His pubic area was covered with thick, grey & curly hair. It was even more in size, than what the women had told me. It was about eleven inches in length and about three and a half inches in thickness. Several veins protruded from the sides running the full length of his cock from the base to the head. I could clearly see the veins on his penis, stretched taut, with lust. The head of my father's penis was swollen. It was red and bulbous. Like the size of a large tomato! It was emitting a pungent, yet, sensuous smell. His testicles were huge. They were the size of tennis balls. His organ was wildly throbbing. It looked supremely powerful, as it majestically stood completely erect. I was horrified with fear, at the thought of how I would be able to accommodate such a bulky organ, in my comparatively tiny vagina! In my disbelief, I continued staring at it. Within a few moments, to my own surprise, I could feel wetness in my vagina! Though frightened, there was an involuntary feeling in me, of wanting to grasp and cuddle such a magnificent organ! He said, " Bahu, I want you to suck my cock, right down your throat " With a sigh of defeat, I watched as his hands snaked through my hair and pulled me close, positioning my head just where he wanted me. I nervously extended both my hands and clasped his penis. Slowly I pulled his foreskin down to fully expose his bulbous head. I stared at it for some time, in wonder. My hands went downwards to clutch his huge testicles. My father was gurgling with pleasure. I stroked his erect penis with my right hand, while softly grabbing and pumping his enormous testicles with my left palm. This continued for quite some time, while my father-in-law was relishing the pleasure that my hands were giving to his penis. His passion was rising. As I was massaging his organ with my hands, he caught my breasts and squeezed them roughly, tweaking my nipples very hard -- making me excited too. My vagina started watering all the more. I was sick with shame, that my own father-in-law's penis was exciting me and producing in me - sinful thoughts! My father withdrew his penis from my mouth and said, ' Enough Bahu. I don't want to spill my semen in your mouth. I want to ejaculate them, deep into your widowed cunt. I am going to plant all my sperms in your widowed womb, tonight! ' I panicked. I said, ' Baabuji -- I am a widow. You can ravage me and take your pleasure from my body, as much as you like. But please wear a condom, when you are marauding my body. If I get pregnant, what will the village people say? Please wear a condom ' He pushed me roughly. I fell over my back, on the bed. He laughed, ' Little girl, you are asking me to wear a condom? Don't make me laugh. I want my cock to feel your tight cunt, when it is tearing and opening it up. I want my cock to relish the blood of your tiny cunt, when it is being torn. I certainly would not wear a condom ' My father turned me over again. He lifted my hands up and looked at my armpits. Being a widow, ever since my husband's death, I had stopped shaving my arm-pits. They were full of hair. My hairy armpits seemed to excite him. Mumbling with pleasure he fell upon me and began playing with the hair on my armpits. He then licked both my armpits for a long time. After doing that, he got up and sat again on the bed beside me. He pulled up my petticoat right up to my hips. He started touching my vagina over my panty. He put his face close to it and began smelling it! My father caught my legs and roughly pulled me, to lie on the centre of the bed. His colossal penis kept throbbing wildly with lust. He then began to feel my legs with his hands, going from my feet, gradually right upto my thighs. My thighs seemed to excite him a lot. He then bent down and started licking my thighs. I was feeling all kinds of sensations, as he licked my thighs and I could feel my vagina getting further moist. He then began nibbling at my thighs and as his lust grew, he began biting them hard. His bites were becoming painful. He then roughly turned me over. He began to fondle and pump my buttocks with his hands over my panty. He again bit my buttocks and thighs very roughly. I was in pain due to all his bites. He said, ' Bahu, you have lovely thighs and ample fleshy buttocks, for a short woman. I am really enjoying playing and biting them ' He asked me, ' Sangeeta, do you shave your cunt? ' I said, ' No Baabuji ' He asked, ' So, does your cunt have as much thick hair, as you have in your armpits, or is it much more? ' I replied shyly, ' I don't know - Baabuji ' He beamed with pleasure and began removing my panty. He removed it completely and flung it away. He spread my thighs apart and began staring at my hairy vagina for a long time. My vagina had an unusually thick growth of silky, black and curly hair. I was feeling so humiliated and ashamed, at having to expose my vagina, to my own father - for his personal pleasure. But, I quietly bore my shame and humiliation. He said, ' Bahu, wow! What a thick growth of curly hair, you have on your cunt! What a beautiful, fleshy & pouting cunt you have! Wow! Now that your cunt has become my personal property, I am going to enjoy playing with it every night! ' So saying, he began playing with my curly pubic hair. He put his face next to my vagina and started sniffing. He thrust one finger gradually into my vagina and began slowly thrusting it, in an out. I was getting excited at the feeling and my vagina started watering. My father now started licking all over my vagina. Gradually, he thrust his tongue into it. The feeling was simply heavenly. I was getting very excited now. With his finger still in my vagina, he suddenly poked another finger into my anus. I was shocked. Involuntarily, my anus closed itself and he was unable to insert his finger into my anus. He crudely said, ' Bahu, do not be afraid. Just relax. I wish to feel your tight little arse-hole. Relax and loosen it, so that my finger can go inside ' I tried to relax my body, so that my anus would become normal and he could do what he wanted. Gradually my anus relaxed and he thrust his finger little by little into it, until his full finger disappeared into me. My father now started massaging my anus and vagina simultaneously and thrusting his fingers in and out of them. His action was so crude and so vulgar, that I was almost sick with shame. But, at the same time, I was getting more excited. He kept moving both his fingers in and out of my vagina and anus for a long time, all the while licking and sniffing my vagina. After some time, he removed his fingers and sniffed at them. My father, spread my thighs wide and once again began staring at my vagina. He put his mouth to my vagina and thrust his tongue into me. Nuzzling his nose in between my vaginal lips, he started licking softly at my clitoris, making me jump sharply, every time he hit it - dead on. His eyes were on me, piercing me with the knowledge that he would taste every crevice and sample every pleasure from my body. He writhed his tongue all around my vagina, working it against me and then inside. He shoved his tongue as far into me, as he could, making appreciative little moaning sounds. His rolled his tongue all over inside my vagina, while flicking it over my clitoris time and again. He happily said, " Bahu, your cunt tastes so good. It is watering like a fountain " A Widow's Life Wrecked I was shy with shame -- listening to him. While thrusting his tongue in and out of my vagina, he thrust one finger into my anus once again and started moving that too, in and out of my body. Despite my revulsion, I was getting very excited and my vagina got very wet. I began moaning slowly. Seeing that his tongue in my vagina was getting me excited, he flicked his tongue over my clitoris all the more. After some time, my father abruptly removed his finger from my anus and got up. He said, ' Enough Bahu. Now raise your legs, until your knees touch your breasts and spread your thighs wide apart. You need to position your cunt properly to receive my cock. The cock of your own father! ' I raised my legs until my knees were touching my breasts and spread my thighs wide apart. My body was almost curled up and my vagina was facing his penis upwards -- ready for him to pillage my vagina. He once again inserted one finger into my vagina and began massaging me. He was getting me moist enough to be able to penetrate my vagina a bit more easier. Pulling, pushing and spreading my little lips. Getting me ready for the assault about to take place. I meekly told him, ' Baabuji, I really wish to give you pleasure. But, your organ is so mammoth and powerful. It is going to kill me with pain, when it is tearing open my little vagina. Can you help me a little, by applying oil on your penis and into my vagina, so that my pain would be slightly reduced? The bottle of oil is right next to the bed ' He said, ' No Bahu. I want to enjoy the pleasure of my cock, rubbing against your raw cunt, when it is being opened up roughly. So -- no oil ' I was now shivering with fear, at the thought that my little vagina was going to get torn by his gargantuan penis. He knelt in front of me, between my thighs. I looked up at him and couldn't help but see, his one most dominating feature. His rock-hard colossal penis. It stood out so long and so thick. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my energy on relaxing my body to receive the monstrous appendage. He toyed with my vagina for a few minutes, jabbing the thick head of his organ against it and slid it up and down, rubbing it in, between the slits of my vagina. He then took his enormous organ in his hand and started lightly beating it on my vagina, around my clitoris. My father now positioned his penis to finally penetrate my tiny vagina. He began inserting the huge bulbous head of his penis into my vagina. Anxiously I spread by thighs further to be able to accommodate him easier. I braced myself for the pain. He pushed forward a little and the purple head slowly parted my pink vaginal lips. My little pink lips were really being stretched. I gave a shrill scream and tossed my head about, flinging my black silken hair across. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as the bulbous head slowly drilled into me. My mouth opened in surprise and I gasped, " Hey Bhagwan! " ( Oh God! ) He pushed a little more. My vaginal lips made a strange sucking sound as they closed around the crown of his organ head. He now tried to push further into me. Push as he might, he was not able to proceed further! That was because my vagina was simply too small for his gigantic size. I could see his fat organ head, embedded in the mere entrance of my vagina. The head of his penis was about two and a half inches long and it felt as if he had completely filled me up already! I could see that he still had nine inches of organ to thrust into my little vagina! I stared at my father with unbelievable shock and fear. We both knew that he would not let me go, without thrusting his full organ into me. I did not even know where I could accommodate such a huge monster. My father pulled his organ out. He toyed with my wet folds and then slipped his organ head in, again. I groaned, as it slipped into me, this time considerably easier than the first time. He began to thrust into the entrance to my vagina, with the mere head of his organ, sliding it in and out with slow, gentle jabs. I was loosening up slowly now. With every push, he was able to worm his organ into my vagina, a little further. He suddenly grabbed me by my knees, pushed my thighs further apart, prodded and jabbed his organ deeper into me. Three inches. Four inches. Loud squishy sounds erupted from my vagina, as he slowly drilled into me with a short, cork-crewing motion. Five inches. My eyes rolled about in their sockets and I panted and groaned. Six inches. My hair flounced about my head, as I flung my head about - like a mad woman. I just lay there, softly sobbing and crying out, " Hey Bhagwan, Hey Bhagwan " every few seconds. My father managed to slowly drill at least seven inches of his organ into my vagina. Three quarters of his organ was inside me now. I moaned, as the bulbous head was stretching the walls of my vagina, wider and wider, with every thrust. With a huge forward thrust, his penis reached the bottom wall of my vagina. He had thrust in eight inches into me and his organ head slammed up against the back of my vagina, right up against my cervix. I stared at him, with my mouth agape. I was in pain now. I pleaded with him, " Hey Bhagwan! Enough. Please stop Baabuji. No more. You have reached the end of my vagina. Please stop further thrusting more of your organ into me. Please ...... Please Baabuji ...... Please stop. It is paining me horribly " He simply smiled his evil smile and said, " Shhhhhh ...... Bahu. There is still three inches of my organ outside your cunt, which I intend to put into you and your lovely cunt has to accommodate. Just bear the pain " Watching my small body shake and quiver, as his organ pounded into me, was driving my father mad with lust. I stared at him with wide eyes, as he thrust into me again. My father-in-law grabbed my waist, spread my thighs even wider with his shoulder blades and started slowly to slide those eight inches of hard penis, in and out of my vagina. I gasped. I arched my back and started to pant and moan. I rolled my eyes and squeaked every time the head of my father's huge organ thudded against my delicate cervix. He again pulled out, until only the head remained lodged inside my vagina. He laid himself on top of me, roughly grabbed my breasts in his hands and began to suck and nibble upon them. I moaned as he teasingly pulled at my swollen nipples. He said, " Bahu ...... You like my big cock inside your cunt, don't you? You want me to slide it in again? " The head of my father's penis was still half embedded inside me. With a powerful jerk, he thrust his hips forward. I shrieked, as my father-in-law slammed his penis into me, with one solid thrust. He began to slide those eight inches of his organ in and out of me, with slow, even strokes. I began to pant and moan. He avoided thudding against my cervix and contented himself with a good, solid intercourse instead. We continued like this for another ten minutes, both of us panting and moaning. My tight vagina was driving him wild and soon his penis became engorged with blood. I got a feeling that maybe he was ready to ejaculate his sperms, into my vagina! I pleaded with him, " No Baabuji. Please do not put your seed into me. I will become pregnant. I am the widow of your son. What will people say? Please pull out of me. I shall make you ejaculate with my hands " But my pleading was in vain. It was obvious that he wanted to plant his seed deep inside me. He stared at me. There was mad lust in his eyes. There were still three more inches of his organ that my vagina had not yet accommodated. I could see that he was now determined to push his whole organ into me. He again pushed and prodded, jabbing deeper into me. He started to really spread my vagina open. I wailed as he thrust forward. My father grabbed my slim shoulders, in his strong hands again and pulled me against himself. I groaned as the head of my father's massive penis, thudded against my cervix. He pushed deeply into me. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading my narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. I was in tremendous pain. I howled and bucked my hips. I spread my legs as wide as possible to allow him to thrust deeper into me. My father-in-law stopped jabbing and just simply pushed forward. I groaned as his penis started to spread my insides wide. The back of my vagina was soft, but extremely narrow. His penis head pushing against that rubbery barricade was causing me horrific pain. But his thick and swollen bulbous organ head kept drilling into the deepest part my vagina, with unrelenting forward pressure. Sweat was just pouring off me. My father pushed harder. I was crying & sobbing with acute pain now. But not caring about my pain he kept pushing his rock hard penis into me. In the midst of my terrible pain, I could hear my bones creak in protest, as my father-in-law's penis spread the muscles of my cervical ring wider and wider apart. The tapered tip of his huge organ head was now actually piercing through my narrowest of openings, spreading my cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it. I again pleaded, " Baabuji it is paining me too much. You are tearing me apart. Please remove your organ. I shall die with pain now " Instead of listening to my pleading, my father thrust his organ head into me more forcefully! I gritted my teeth and stared at him with shock, as I felt my cervix surrender to his organ. I exclaimed with shock " Aaaah " as my father-in-law's bulbous organ head pushed through me. There was a sudden, slight rendering sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart and then his organ head was through it! I gave a shrill cry as the fat head pushed past my cervix, inching its way deep into my womb. My father-in-law leaned forward even more and continued pushing the rest of his eleven-inch penis into me, until his testicles slammed up against my moist vaginal lips and the head of his penis connected with the back of my womb. Now my father-in-law was in - all the way! He had realised his dream! I stared at my father with awe! Despite my terrible pain, I was amazed at his manliness. Amazed at what he had done to me now. I simply was awe-struck that he had managed to thrust his entire organ through my vagina and further through my cervix, so deep - right into my womb. Despite the fact of what he was doing to me, was by force, yet as a woman, I was thrilled at being able accommodate my father-in-law's massively monstrous penis, so deep in my womb. I was getting excited that I was able to give pleasure with my body - to such a virile man. As a matter of fact, Exquisitely pleasurable sensations were developing deep in me, where his penis was embedded into my womb. Among such sensuous feelings, I gradually decided to forget the fact that this was my father-in-law, who was in me. I stared with a new found passion at my father. My eyes were now as big as saucers, as I felt the swollen & throbbing head of his enormous organ, tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of my womb. Now my pain was slowly subsiding. I was gradually getting short, little bouts of pleasure. As seconds flew by, I was enveloped by a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. I emitted continuous short grunts and arched my head back. My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my vagina very slowly. The secretions from my vagina and his own pre-cum dripped off the tip of his penis. I stared at it. My own lust grew. My breasts were thrust up like cones. My nipples became erect. My father said, " Bahu -- now that I have managed to open up your tight little cunt, I am going to drown you in my fertile sperms and put in a dozen babies straight onto your eggs in your womb now. Are you ready to receive my fertile seeds? " I shyly said, " Yes Baabuji. I am ready. Ejaculate your manly seeds onto my eggs and make me pregnant tonight. I shall be proud to have your baby " He again spread my thighs. I held onto him. I gave a little squeal of protest when the swollen and bulbous head of my father's penis tickled my vaginal lips. He held onto me firmly, sliding me down further, inch by inch. His hands clasped around my waist. I grunted and groaned, as it slowly drilled into my moist vagina. I had been superbly wetted and it slipped in rather easily. My father-in-law gave my body another thrust downwards. My breasts bounced in front of his face. Half of his penis was inside me now. He let go of my waist and cupped my tender breasts in his hands instead and used them as a hand-hold to guide me down. He began to roughly squeeze and knead my breasts and I gave a sigh, as his thumbs rolled over my nipples. The seventh inch of his penis disappeared inside me. About four inches of solid penis was still poised outside my vagina. Although I could not see, I could feel how wide my vagina was being stretched around the massive girth of my father-in-law's penis. Eight inches slipped into me. I threw back my head and groaned. Nine inches. I squirmed a bit, rocked my hips and squeaked, as the head of my father's penis slowly wormed its way past my tight cervical ring. It started paining again. I began groaning, " Baabuji ....... slowly ....... your organ is hurting my cervix now ....... It is paining me again " He just kept forcing me down. Though I was in pain, he held on to me and thrust his organ much more forcefully. I emitted a loud squeal, as more of his penis pushed through my cervix into my womb. He kept his penis in my cervical ring static for a moment. He seemed to be gathering his breath. Suddenly, with a powerfully violent thrust, he tore through my cervical ring and embedded his colossal rock hard penis deep into my womb, almost directly over my eggs. And then he was gain in to the hilt in me. The shock of his violent thrust made me momentarily almost die with pain. I screamed, " Aaaaah ....... Aaaaah ....... Baabujeeee ...... I am dying with pain ....... you are killing me " My father replied, " Its OK ....... bahu ....... Your tight cunt has swallowed my whole penis into it now. My cock is completely in through your cunt into your womb and directly over your eggs. So relax. I shall keep it still so that you can get used to the size. Only when your pain eases, I will fuck you " So saying he again kept his organ completely still, deep in me. Both of us were breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined. Crotch to crotch. Pubic hair to pubic hair. My father and I, were one now. We lay still. My pain was easing off. Gradually, my excitement returned and I started feeling pleasurable sensations again. I slowly thrust my hips up a bit further onto my father-in-law's penis -- trying to accommodate him better. He asked me, " Sangeeta beti ....... Are you OK now? Has your pain reduced? " I replied, " Jee Baabuji. I am feeling much better now " He asked me, " Can I now fuck your womb to my heart's content, beti? I want to fuck you roughly and violently " I shyly replied, " Jee Baabuji ....... Take your pleasure from me to your heart's content in whatever way you wish. I am ready to give you all the pleasure that you want " My father now began thrusting his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there -- which I never even knew existed! With the pleasure that I began getting, I emitted a deep resonating gurgle and drew my nails down his back. He again plunged his organ with force. I gave a little cry and braced my hands on his shoulders. I began to meet his thrusts into me, with my own thrusts upwards onto his organ. Slowly and carefully. My eyes closed and my hands digging into his shoulders. Up and down he rode. sliding half of his rigid penis in and out of my womb. I grunted as the bulbous head of his penis repeatedly thudded through my womb. My father cupped my breasts in the palm of his hands, bent his head a little, popped the left one into his mouth and began to suck and pull on my nipple, slurping his tongue over my nipples or teasingly pulling at them with his teeth, while I thrust myself slowly up and down onto his penis. He began to thrust faster and faster with total frenzy. I squealed and wailed as his organ thudded in and out of me. He grabbed me real tightly then. His fingers dug into my waist. He rammed into my womb all the way violently. My father-in-law began to propel his organ into my womb like a mad man, lifting and lowering my small body, continuously jack-hammering through my tight cervical sphincter. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building up. He noted that I was getting into my peak and began to drive his penis all the more violently into my womb in and out. My excitement was climbing rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us. Both of us were gasping. He went on shoving his massive organ in and out of my womb -- almost brutally. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm burst out of my womb I screamed, " Aaaaaah ....... Baabuji ....... I ....... I ....... Aaaaaah ....... I am cumming ....... Aaaaah ....... " I let myself go completely. He went on viciously thrusting into me, when I was having my orgasm making it more intense for me. My juices and secretions were bubbling and pouring out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck, groaned deeply, then thrust my lips on his, with such fierceness that he was momentarily shocked. He let me kiss him for a few moments, holding me against him and allowed my orgasm to subside. My whole body was quivering and shaking. My father relaxed for a few minutes and stroked my hair. Without a word he slowly lifted himself way up so that just his organ head was lodged inside me and slammed into me again. Ramming the entire eleven-inch organ into my womb to the hilt. All the way up and all the way down again. I shrieked as he pumped his penis viciously up and down. He was lifting himself one foot off me, so that he hovered in the air, only to slam into my womb all the way, so that our bodies collided with a crunch. With every thrust his organ head slammed through my tight vagina, thudded through my cervix and slid deep into my womb - actually connecting with the very back of it. It looked like his violent propelling into my womb, was re-arranging my insides. Almost like pushing my stomach and intestines aside, with his gargantuan penis! He was sweating and gasping. He was propelling his penis into me like a machine. His speed was increasing. I could guess that he was about to ejaculate his virile seeds directly onto my eggs. He had been practicing considerable restraint in the last hour or so. I knew that he could not hold back much longer. Although he had loosened me up, my vagina was still extremely tight and all that pushing, shoving and plunging of his penis was creating enormous friction between my vagina and his penis, which was driving him insane. As his organ was being thrust completely in and out of me and that too violently, he was probably feeling two sensations on his penis. One - the sensation & pleasure from my vagina. The other - the sensation & pleasure from penetrating my cervix with every stroke. It must have felt to him, as if he was having the pleasure of two vaginas! He was thrusting into me sadistically now. I wailed and clawed, as his groin slammed against my vagina with every thrust. My breasts were being flung about too - considering how firm and stiff they actually were. After a few more violent thrusts, I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply and groaned, as it spread me even wider apart. He shut his eyes gasping. He grabbed my waist and heaved into me, with ferocious thrusts. And then the moment came ....... A Widow's Life Wrecked My father's mammoth organ began bucking with incredible force, with an animal-like roar from his throat. My womb was whipped violently around by the first bursts of his manly seeds. I felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly onto my eggs, deep in my womb. A torrent of his hot semen fired against the sensitive linings of my womb, each continuous sperm blast, orchestrating an orgasmic shout from him! I could feel spurt after spurt of his sperms hitting the back wall of my womb. He must have fired-off half a litre sperm inside my womb, each sporadic ejaculation bouncing off my womb, like cannon balls. My father-in-law and I held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what we were feeling. After emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me. After lying on me for 10 minutes, he pushed himself up and tried to withdraw his organ from me. Amazingly his organ would not come out! Both of us realised that though he had ejaculated, it probably had not become completely soft and was still semi-hard. His bulbous organ head was not coming out of my small cervical ring, deep within my vagina. My father said, " Beti ....... My cock seems to be still hard and hence still stuck within your cervical ring. I would need to rest more, so that it becomes completely soft and then I could remove it " I said, " Jee Baabuji ....... You just sleep on me and rest. When you are ready, we shall try and remove it from my cervix " I lovingly hugged him and allowed him to rest upon me. He lay upon me. I kept softly rubbing his back and his hair with affections for this amazing man. After a long time he said, " Bahu ....... I think my cock is soft now. Lift your thighs apart, let me try and withdraw it from your cervix and cunt " I separated my thighs wide apart. He pulled his penis and the head plopped out of my cervix. He slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina, drawing out both our juices & secretions, that dripped onto the floor beneath us. We lay in each other's arms for awhile, both of us trying to regain our composure. He took me that night two more times, until he fell asleep on me. Since that night 3 years ago, I have become my father's main mistress. Our whole village knows about it. Though he still forcibly makes the young wives of his labourers to submit to his sexual perversions, he still comes to me every night. Some of the women that he takes, are certainly much more younger and much more beautiful than me. But still -- at nights, he wants my body. I realised that it maybe, because I am his daughter-in-law and perhaps the fact that he is enjoying his own son's widow, must be exciting him all the more. Now I have become almost like a sex-toy for him. When he is drunk, he does anything he likes to me. He rapes me anally, has intercourse with me in any place he likes -- for example -- the living room, the balcony, the kitchen, even in the garden & his farms. Many times, he has taken me, right in front of the house servants and shamefully, even in front of my own children. He has even forced me to give my body to him, in front of a few of his friends. Thankfully, he has not allowed them to touch me -- at least up to now. But who knows? Maybe someday, he may even give me to them, to take their pleasure. I am unable to stop him, in any way. I have to bear his perversions & lust. As he never uses a condom, over the last 3 years, I have given birth to 2 babies fathered by him. This is in addition to my own 2 children from my late husband -- my father's own son! In all probability, he will certainly make me pregnant again. My life goes on. Only that -- as he is so huge, my body responds to him well and as a woman I am extremely satisfied. But, as a mother to my children, I do not know what our future holds for us ....... A Widow's Tale Pat had recently become a widow and was a still a very young looking fifty year-old woman. Lonny' s illness had lingered on for two years and her physical needs had not been met. She put her needs aside as she lovingly cared for her dying husband. It was now six months since the funeral and she was ready to get on with her life. Her girls had both moved on to start their careers and Pat still had her career as an lab technician with a local ceramics company. She had walked her basset hound earlier so they could both get a little exercise. After getting a shower, she settled down in front of the fireplace in her bathrobe with her latest romance novel and a glass of sherry. The fire gave her pleasant memories of Lonny who always liked to build a fire on cool fall evenings. Reclining of the plush sofa she began to read as she slowly sipped her sherry. She enjoyed the mental and sometimes physical stimulation that these novels had provided her these past few years. As she continued to read and sip her sherry, she was warmed outwardly by the fire and started to feel the strange sensations stirring in her loins that had been dormant for a long time. The novel she read was trashy and she smiled as she put herself in the characters' roles. Without consciously thinking about it, she set down the glass of sherry and her right hand started to undo the belt to her robe. As she read on, she slowly pulled the front of her robe loose. Lying in a semi-reclining position she pulled her one foot towards her butt. As her knee raised up, the robe fell partially open revealing a shapely thigh and her tight belly. All the dog-walking and caring for her ailing husband had kept her former gymnast's body in tight condition. When Pat felt the radiant warmth of the fire on her soft skin, she moved her hand and lightly touched her belly. Continuing to read, her fingers traced their way down to her navel and she gently circled the depression lightly. It was then that Pat remembered she hadn't closed the blinds on the sliding glass doors leading out to their deck. The large sofa sat halfway facing the fireplace while the upper half where she laid was in front of the doors. - - --- - --- - ------ - --- - --- - --- - -- Being at the rear of the house, they had a good deal of privacy in their back yard. There had been an incident the previous summer when Erin, her 23-year old daughter was sunning herself on the deck outside the sliding doors. The only house with access sat about 150 yards away with trees scattered in between the two. On that sunny afternoon, Erin was alone in the house. Pat and Lonny had been at the hospital for one of his lengthy checkups. Surveying the field in back of her house, Erin saw the other house was a safe distance away. Erin then repositioned her chaise lounge so she was lying facing away from the doors. Before reclining back down on the lounge, she breezily undid her bikini top and dropped it on the deck. The air and sun striking her large titties sent chills down her spine and her long nipples stiffened. Lying back down she squeezed a large gob of coconut scented tanning oil and lovingly applied the goo to her belly and boobies. While still a very firm young woman, the sheer mass of her tits settled outwardly as she lay there enjoying the sun's kisses onto her swollen nipples. She swooned to the music playing on her little radio as a gentle breeze bathed her skin to raise pleasant goosebumps. Erin once again sat up and looked around the vacant fields to find them deserted. Without getting up she slipped her thumbs under her bikini bottom and slipped them down over her hips, kicking them off onto the deck. The completeness of her naked body being exposed outdoors, sent gyrations throughout her body. Erin smiled as she lay there with her legs spread slightly and the sun and breeze kissed her most intimate of areas. "HOLY SHIT!", exclaimed Bobby. He couldn't believe his good fortune as he peered through the powerful telescope from the bedroom window located at the rear of his parents' sprawling rancher. He had driven by her house earlier that day and saw the great looking babe getting out of her red sports car. She was only about five-foot two with long black hair. What caught his eye was the tight T-shirt stretched over her ample tits. He slowed his car a little to watch her nice ass sway as she walked up the driveway. He tooted the horn, and she had turned and waved without really being sure to whom she was waving. Bobby still had a year to go before he finished high school and like all teenage boys he had the hots for the two older chicks that lived down the road. Before they had left for college, he frequently trained his telescope and camera onto their bedroom windows that faced his. He had learned where to move his equipment in order to spy between the trees that grew somewhat sparsely between their homes. Right now his mouth had become dry as he saw the hot, little bitch spread tanning oil onto her luscious melon-sized tits. Bobby kept his digital camera handy with the long 1000mm lens. It was mounted on a sturdy tripod to reduce vibrations and had cost his Dad a small fortune. Bobby spent the next hour taking fifty to sixty photographs, saying "holy shit", and stronger utterances and thoroughly ruining his shorts. About one month later Erin had returned to the University to work on her doctorate, when she received email. She was working on a research project on immuneology and had her own web page on the subject with an email address. When she opened the message, it only said, "Enjoy" Love, Horny Dog. It had several attachments and Erin proceeded to open the first file. "OHMIGOD!" was her response from looking at the first one. Erin recognized her naked body lying face up on the recliner from this past summer. Her legs were spread showing her neatly trimmed pussy and her big tits arose like twin peaks to the sun god. After getting over the initial shock, Erin looked at the remainder of the explicit photos. Being an intellectual with a good body, she considered herself an adventuress on matters of sex and her beautiful body. She continued to scan the attached photos, and could only smile at being captured doing all those nasty, hot acts. One showed her with three fingers buried in her gaping maw up to the second knuckle. Another showed Erin's penchant for pain as she twisted and pulled on her thick nipples until even she couldn't stand it. The best ones or worst ones depending on your perception involved coating her slippery slit with half of a twin popsicle. Before the root beer popsicle had started to melt substantially, Erin had dipped it into her own honey pot. This photo was extremely close up and showed only about one inch of the frozen phallus and the popsicle stick protruding from her hot little cunt. Erin felt extremely excited at being captured surreptitiously on film during several of her orgasms. After a few weeks, the photos stopped coming in the email and Erin while sexually adventurous, would never dream of telling her Mom or Dad about the incident. Hence her Mom had no knowledge of the distant neighbor's spying ability. - - --- - --- - ------ - --- - --- - --- - -- Stopping to look out the glass doors, Pat arose from the sofa and lowered the lights to give the room the effect of soft candlelight. As she stepped over to peer out the windows, her robe had separated revealing her well-muscled legs and tummy. Her small cotton panties concealed her private area. As she looked out, only darkness and a few very distant lights from the city were evident. With the height of her deck and the soft lighting inside, she felt secure in leaving the blinds open. As she walked back to the sofa, she pushed the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the carpet. Bending over she slid her panties down and stepped clear of them on the floor. The fire's warmth and flickering light shimmered off her firm little ass cheeks. Pat was self conscious of her small breasts, but Lonny had always reassured her by saying she made up for her smallness with extra nice nipples. She would go bra-less in the summer months and had often caught other men staring at her nipples poking through her T-shirts and blouses. While never dressing like that for work, she seldom wore a bra at home. Lonny's hands were usually in search of her longish nips when he thought people weren't looking. Pat had lost count of the embarrassing incidents over the years. Before lying back down on the sofa, she finished her sherry in one long gulp. She felt the heat wash down her throat and then build an even hotter fire throughout her body. As she stretched out and tried to read with the low light, her free hand tweaked her nipples until they jutted out like the filter tips on Marlboros. Giving up on trying to read she now used both hands to pull on her aching titties. The fire within her had grown so hot, that her right hand quickly moved down to her soft mound and she pulled up sharply driving her middle finger into her leaking cunt. The sudden penetration quickly turned to pleasure as she pulled her finger out and up, grazing her stiffening clit. After several more plunges and retrievals, she added two more of her petite fingers to the gouging. Standing only four feet eleven inches tall, Pat had married a tall man in Lonny. He was six feet three and proportionally sized everywhere. She had joked that she had to walk bowlegged for a week after their honeymoon. After years of marriage to Lonny, she had grown accustomed to the sheer mass and length of his cock. After more than two years of no real sex, her rather small vibrators, fingers, and dildos weren't getting the job done anymore. She quickly looked around the room for something else. The fire's soft sputters caught her attention and she saw the long handled log poker sitting in the rack. She quickly got up and retrieved it. It was almost hot from the fire's radiant heat. It was almost three feet long and made of half-inch wrought iron. The top end of the handle was formed into a circle for your hand. The other end was bent into an L-shape and about five to six inches in length. Since this was the first fire she had built this season, the poker was spotless from it's last cleaning. The years of use had dulled the point on the "L" and the wrought iron felt smooth in her hands. Pat laid back down on the sofa and her breathing and heart were starting to escalate as she rested the semi-hot iron against her belly and legs. She always surprised herself with her own depraved ideas, but it didn't matter much at the moment. Lifting the handle away from her face, she started to move the L-hook up and down her thighs. She gently left the dull point kiss her inner thighs. When she pushed her arms straight out from her chest and twisted the handgrip ninety degrees, she felt the dull point touch the opening to her anus. "OOUU", she purred softly. That wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She gently moved the tool down her thigh and the smooth iron shaft cleaved between her downy lips. Looking down she could see the shiny wetness that had rubbed onto the warm iron. Moving back up her thighs Pat felt the iron tip kiss her soft lips. Pat repositioned her upper body more upright against the arm and big sofa pillows. At the same time she pulled up her knees so that her thighs were now at a right angle to her torso. The poker still rested against her sopping lips, but the angle was now better suited for her needs. Pat steadily pulled on the tool's shaft and gasped when the iron-tip not too gently penetrated into her soft tissues. Stopping momentarily to adjust to the iron poker's intrusion, she continued pulling firmly and felt the hardness take her cavity completely. Adjusting to the hardness within her, she relaxed and molded herself to the rigid iron dildo. Getting her breath she started to push and pull on the shaft until all six inches had been removed, and pulled it back into her tight little cunt. Pulling up harder the shaft above the L-shape was now rubbing against her engorged clit. The heat from the iron and its unyielding stiffness felt delicious in her dripping cunt. Pat felt her unspent passions building and rolled her pelvis forward to get more friction on the iron. Within another few minutes Pat was pulling on the poker until she almost lifted her ass off the sofa. Groaning loudly she came in gasps as her cunt muscles clamped around the iron buried deep in her cunt. After relaxing and getting her breath, she gently pulled out the poker and noticed a little blood on it. After inspecting herself with her fingers, she decided that was only from some abrasions to her labia, and nothing to worry about. Laying the poker down, Pat fell asleep where she lay in front of the warm fire. Living alone, she didn't bother with covering her nude form. The hot air felt good licking at her slightly wounded skin. Pat fell soundly to sleep after relieving a lot of her pent up sexual tension. --------------------------------------------- Johnny was having difficulty sighting through the long lens while simultaneously pulling on his stiff cock. He came almost at the same time as the hot little bitch reclining nude on her sofa. The low light in her living room had at first given Johnny some difficulty. It's a good thing that Dad had invested in the super expensive light-gathering, zoom lens he was now using. Even though she was older and had much smaller tits than her daughter, Johnny knew his internet friends would not be disappointed in this great sex footage. He had never seen any woman, much less a respected, older broad abuse her own cunt like what he had just witnessed. In all he had taken two dozen stills along with about twenty minutes of dripping video. He expected that he somehow might be able to pay for his next tuition payment, Dad would be proud of his resourcefulness. About a week later, Pat had returned from work and there was a large envelope stuffed into her mailbox at the end of her driveway. She noticed that the return address was from a University in Baltimore. She took the large envelope inside her house to open it. "OHMIGOD" A Widow's Tale I didn't expect to be a widow at age 38. Gerald was a few years older -- 43 -- but he was vital and healthy. At the time, the doctors told me that sudden death was often the first (and last) symptom of heart disease. It was no consolation. Gerald had been the bedrock of my life. About halfway through the second year of our marriage he came tome with flowers and a confession: that he yearned above all else to see me bound and helpless, under his complete control. We had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life, and I was eager to indulge his fantasies. Gradually, dominance and submission became our lifestyle. He was never unduly cruel or unfair. The punishments I earned were given lovingly, but also pushed my limits to their outermost edges. As time passed, things I would never have considered previously became tolerable, then enjoyable. I thrived under his instruction. I trusted him unconditionally. He was, in all respects, my Master. His death was utterly devastating. His partners at the law firm made settling the estate as easy as it could be. Of course, they had no idea about the double life that Gerald and I led. The funeral came and went and finally I was alone. My grief seemed bottomless. Months passed before I was able to part with his things, and it was longer still before I could look at the harsh implements with which he had brought me so much pleasure. But inexorably a scab formed over the wound, and new tissue grew underneath it. Twenty months after his death, the scab started to itch and loosen around the edges. For the first time, I started to think about enjoying life again. My libido returned. Although Gerald left me well-off, I decided to take a part time job as a way to get out of the house. Randall's was a more up-scale shoe retailer that I'd shopped at many times. The job offered about the number of hours I had in mind and a generous employee discount. Women and shoes, right? Many of our customers were regulars. I had even seen one or two of them when I had been a customer, before Gerald's passing. I was no over-achiever at the store; I had no aspirations beyond being a part-time clerk, but I quickly learned that I enjoyed helping customers find that thing of legend -- the "perfect shoe". In its own way, it was entertaining. Some people were matter-of-fact, in and out of the store within a few minutes. Others would gush out their life story as they tried on shoe after shoe after shoe. And then there was Eric. Eric looked to be a twenty-something. He was always very pleasant and perhaps even flirtatious, but frankly I thought he was probably gay. Always well-dressed and impeccably groomed, he could be counted on for needing new shoes on an oddly frequent basis. I had comical visions of an apartment filled floor to ceiling with shoe boxes. I turned out to be both right and wrong, but I get ahead of myself. Eric was handsome if he was nothing else. Lean but not skinny, he was athletic and graceful. Neatly styled white-blonde hair crowned the most brilliant green eyes I had ever seen. This young man had spent large sums of time and money on his appearance. Nature didn't make teeth so straight and white, and Caucasians in Illinois weren't so tan without tropical vacations or UV beds. He was tall enough, and his voice was satiny smooth. I had just passed his credit card through the scanner for the second time in a week. Claire, my co-worker, had just come back from her break. "Hey Maggie, I'm back. Your turn." "Thanks Claire. I'll finish this up and get out of here." A sales receipt spilled out of the cash register. Smiling, I laid the receipt and a pen on the counter in front of him. He spoke as he signed for his purchase. "You know, it just so happens I was on my way to lunch also. Thought I'd stop in at the deli a few doors over." He handed the receipt back, his sparkling green eyes making contact with mine. "If we ate lunch together, then neither one of us would have to eat alone." "Ummm, well, " I stammered. I felt like I'd just been thrown into the middle of a cold, deep lake. It wasn't that I didn't want to go. In fact, I had grown terribly curious about this youthful man. It was just that I hadn't expected his invitation. Eric was looking at me, his bright smile gleaming. Claire was looking at me, silently mouthing "go! go!". I feigned resignation and agreed to lunch. I felt a drop of dew gather at the entrance of my sex. We didn't say much on the way to DiAngleo's. Eric insisted that I order first, then told the kid at the counter to put both meals on his ticket. "I can pay for my own lunch. Really." "Maggie, your expert knowledge of wing-tips is worth at least one meal, don't you think?" I laughed. "Ok, ok." Off in the far corner of the deli one very small table remained. It was really only meant for one person, but we managed. Eric was the picture of gentlemanly conduct, mannerly and chivalrous. I wasn't exactly surprised that he was so couth -- he was always exceedingly courteous at the store -- but it was his genuine sincerity that was so compelling. Our proximity at the little table tantalized my skin and played on my erotic imagination. "So, Eric, " I ventured. "What's the deal with all the shoes? You buy a lot of them." "The only pair I actually needed was the first pair you sold me. The rest were just because I wanted to see you." "Oh, c'mon. You're probably 15 years younger than I am and could have anyone you wanted." He took my hand and brought it gently to his lips, kissing it softly. "Don't underestimate yourself, Maggie. You are a powerful woman." His green eyes seared into me. This man had expectations and seemed accustomed to having them met. I couldn't help but be reminded of the way Gerald used to look at me when he knew he was approaching a limit of mine. We chatted as we ate, and I became quite comfortable. Honestly, it was hard not to feel comfortable around Eric. He was so completely self-assured that he just swept everyone around him into the same relaxed space. Lunch passed far too quickly. I told him as much as I wanted him to know about Gerald. He was understanding and sympathetic, but at the same time pleased that I had accepted his lunch offer. In turn, I learned that he worked as a model and lived with his brother, Todd, in an apartment not far from Randall's. By the time we finished our meal, I had agreed to see him again, that evening. He'd send a cab, he said, and we'd go anywhere I wanted. *************************** The cab had arrived. I took a final look at myself in the mirror. Aside from a few faint lines at the corners of my eyes, I didn't look my age. Gerald and I had decided against having children before we married, and I had always taken good care of myself. My long auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders in waves that were, for the most part, natural. The simple dress I had chosen flattered my figure without revealing too many of my feminine charms. Smoothing my hands over my soft hips, I felt pretty and sexy. I didn't know how it would be to date again, and I was surprised to be so at ease. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder what sort of lover Eric might be, or how his body would feel on top of mine. I had already decided that if he were to make such advances I would accept them. Gerald would never have expected me to put away my sexuality so early in life. Eric watched as the cab pulled into the parking lot and walked out to meet it. He opened the car door for me and took my hand, helping me to my feet. "My God, you're beautiful. Thank you." He kissed my hand again, then paid the cab fare. A dozen salmon-pink roses and a bottle of wine were awaiting my arrival at our table. Eric was so wonderfully skilled at the art of dining that any traces of trepidation I might have had melted away like snow in springtime. Tentatively, I brushed my leg against his under the table. He brushed mine back in response but coolly betrayed no other acknowledgement of being touched. Our legs played a subtle game of cat and mouse under the table as we ate an exquisite meal. My arousal steadily increased. "Maggie, you are such a beautiful woman. I don't understand how you've been alone so long." "Gerald was a huge part of my life. It was hard to learn how to be in charge of myself again. That and opportunity, I guess. The friends we had were all married. No one really knew what to say to the poor young widow, so they didn't say much of anything. But I could ask you the same question. Why is such a handsome young man still single?" For the first time, Eric suddenly looked uncomfortable. Placing his napkin on the table, he poured more wine in both of our glasses then drew a long drink from his. "I, ah, I've been alone for a while also. Not quite as long as you." "You don't have to talk about something you'd rather not, Eric." "Not talking about it is why I'm alone. In fact, I thought about not going through with seeing you tonight." "Ok. I'm intrigued." Eric sighed as he reached across the table for my hand. His fingers were strong and warm and I wanted them to touch me everywhere. "My work -- the modelling. It's really just a side job." He stared at our intertwined fingers as he spoke quietly. "My brother and I run an escort service. I provide companionship. Professionally." He looked up at my face, expectantly, warily. "So you have some weird fetish for lonely widows then?" He smiled, laughing softly. "No. Getting a date with one of those takes more work than that." His hands squeezed mine gently. "I didn't intend to mislead her, Maggie. It's just that by the time I figured out things were getting serious it was too late. I lied too many times to ever be able to make it right." "Did you tell her, or did you just disappear?" "I told her. And I promised myself that I'd never put myself in that position again. I'm not ashamed of what I do, and I won't live a double life." I nodded. "I know something about double lives." "Mmm. Now I'm intrigued. But you may prefer that I tell you a little more before you go sharing secrets with me." "All right. I haven't fainted yet." "All of my clients are men." "You do throw a hell of a curve ball, Eric, " I paused, pressing my leg against his, "but I'm the best catcher in the league." I would have fucked him right there on the table. I had had plenty of sexual experiences with women myself, and found nothing unappealing about men loving men. Rather, the rawness of it excited me. I was growing more and inflamed. Eric signaled the waiter. "The dessert they serve here isn't the kind we want." "Cab?" "No. I drove." Leaving cash for the waiter, Eric whisked me out of the dining room. He was boldly erect as we strode through the parking lot to his car. He'd taken off his jacket as we walked and tossed it into the back seat. His car smelled of leather and men's cologne. He didn't even close the car door before touching me. His mouth fell upon mine, open and eager, our tongues exploring urgently. My skin was on fire beneath his strong hands, my sex damp and hungry. My legs parted as he kissed down my neck and over my collarbone. Every part of my body screamed for his touch. He loosened his tie. "We can't go to my place. Todd's home. We can get a room somewhere." "My place?" "Only if you're ok with that." "Let's just get there." The car slipped quietly past street lights and side streets. Eric unfastened his belt, at last allowing me access to his tantalizing erection. Freed from the restriction of his trousers, Eric moaned, shifting in his seat. We were on the expressway; there was time to know the taste and scent of him. I enveloped his stony hard cock in my mouth. He stroked my soft thick hair and I consumed him as a ravenous she-wolf would devour the fox. His cock touched the back of my throat. Opening it, I bore down deeper still. The thick smell of man filled my nostrils, feeding my desire, driving my lust. Eric's hips lurched upward and his cock was fully inside my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me upward. "When I get you home, I'm gonna undress you real slow. Real slow." He released my hair, firmly stroking my neck and down into my dress. My nipples stiffened with arousal, yearning for the feel of his skin. His fingers toyed with the edges of my bra, driving me mad with wanting. "You're teasing me," I whispered. "Not for much longer." We were driving on side streets again. Eric shed his tie and tie clip, then cuff links, dropping them into the car's unused ash tray. "We're getting close, aren't we?" For just a moment I was disoriented, but quickly recognized my own neighborhood and directed him to my house. Pulling into the drive, he carefully buttoned and zipped his pants, his belt neglected in haste. He snagged a small duffel bag from the trunk as he came around to open my door. Hurrying, we approached the house. My fingers flew over the security pad, thoughtlessly keying the entry code as my body screamed to move faster, faster. The door closed behind us. I reached for his shirt, already partially unbuttoned, and drew him toward me. He covered my hands with his. "I'll be happy to slam-fuck you some other time, but not tonight. Tonight I want to touch and kiss and taste every inch of you." He brought my hands to his face and kissed at the tender inside of my wrists. "In the bedroom. Not on the sofa." I led him upstairs to my bedroom, my sanctuary, my pleasure temple. Erotic images graced the walls, enhancing rich brocades and sensual textures. Deep dark reds predominated -- sex and blood, ecstasy and death springing from the same well. A dim accent lamp burned in the corner. I lit the cluster of candles perched on the armoire before blotting out its light. Hawk-like, he watched my every movement intently. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and the tug of my zipper as it slowly opened, exposing my bare back. His mouth grazed across my shoulders, nudging my dress until it fell to the floor. His hands brought strong caresses as they explored my belly and hips and breasts. They deftly parted me from my bra. I leaned back against his body. His cock was stiff and potent, radiating heat that burned into my flesh. Fingers caught the edge of my panties, inching them downward over the tops of my stockings. I wanted to beg for his cock but his silence was inviolate, holding sacred our carnality. I stepped away from my clothes as he led me wordlessly to my bed. Eric stood over me, eyes transfixed on mine, as he undressed. "The moment I saw you I knew." Flickering candlelight revealed his muscular frame. He knelt and took the shoes from my feet, kissing the tops of them softly. He peeled one stocking away and then the other, pausing to kiss at my knees. Sliding over my nude body, he paused again to place a kiss at the level of my womb, and again at my breasts, and finally at my mouth. I wrapped a leg around him, bringing his cock maddeningly close to my cunt. He nestled in closer, finally breaking his lingering pace. His hand dipped between my legs to find my flesh wet and ready and wanting. My clit was swollen with unsatiated desire and I gasped when he brought it to bear under his fingers. Slick with my own juices, he traced around and around it. The tide within me started to swell as the rest of the world fell into nonexistence. "Oh God, " I panted. Delicious dirty words spilled out of his lips and into my ears, urging me on. He entered me with his fingers, stirring and coaxing my rapture. I teetered at the brink of orgasm; tenderly he nudged me and I fell over the edge. Control abandoned me, leaving my body and my voice to function of their own accord. Wave after wave rolled through me, drawn out by this powerful, enigmatic man. At the very height of my pleasure, Eric penetrated me, filling me with his ample, feverish cock. My cunt spasmed wildly around it as he pressed against my clit with his body, rocking slowly. Gradually, my climax subsided. He was smiling. "I could watch you cum forever." Eric scooped me up into his arms and helped me sit, impaled on his rigid shaft. He fondled my breasts, rolling one nipple between his fingers while licking and sucking the other. He was too gentle. Sharply I pressed my fingers down on top of his, pinching my nipple until the sensation was heavy and biting. "I'm not made out of porcelain. You won't break me." "Mmm. You like it a little rough, huh?" "Yes," I whispered. "What else does Maggie like?" "Everything, Everything nasty, everything dirty, everything forbidden." "Oh that's good because Eric has become a very jaded man over the years." Abruptly I felt Eric fingering around my asshole. There was no resistance to his probing. Annointed with my own abundant juices his finger readily slipped into my ass. It was joined by a second moments later. I was cumming again. Hard. He fucked both of my burning openings, alternately thrusting his cock into my pussy and fingers into my ass. Overcome by bliss, I clung to his shoulders as a drowning woman would cling to a life raft. Lowering me to my back once again, he fucked me with wild abandon. Endless orgasm rolled on and on deep inside me as he assailed me with his raging hot cock. "Have ... to ... cum," he growled just before he was washed over by his own ecstasy. His cock throbbed furiously as his cum flooded the depths of my sex. Eyes closed, nostrils flared, his upper lip curled exposing tightly clenched teeth. Tiny beads of sweat gathered along his hairline. The tempest of his orgasm passed. I traced my fingertips lightly down his spine; a broad grin broke across his face. His eyes sparkled mischievously. "Tickling's no fair." "Who said anything about fair?" His cock was still buried inside me, its stiffness not yet waning, as he faintly ran his fingers up my ribs. My hips swayed with my laughter, further stimulating him. We tickled, and giggled, and laughed like long-time lovers. He remained erect. Our giddiness faded away and the room was silent but for our breath. I brought my face to his, urgently needing his mouth on mine. Instead, he placed a finger over my lips. "Shhh. Something else first." Eric eased his cock from my body. He dragged his open mouth down my belly and settled between my legs. He parted my vulva as one would reverently open a holy book. My sex was drenched and heavily fragrant, a feast of comingled nectar. His tongue flicked over my labia before diving deep into my cunt, probing and lapping greedily. "Now I'll kiss you." He sealed his mouth over mine, allowing saliva and cum to flow over my tongue. My own tang was mellowed by his strong muskiness. His cock found my entrance and slipped inside me. I sucked his tongue as though it were a second cock while he fucked me slowly, distracted by feverish kisses. "I want to fuck your ass, Maggie." "One condition." "Anything." "You have to cum in my mouth." "Gods, yes." He departed my cunt once again and turned me over, bringing me up on all fours. I felt his hand blanket my exposed slit, smearing juices upward over my ready asshole. His stiff tongue probed at my ass, leaving behind spit but finding no resistance. Eric lodged the engorged head of his penis right on top of my anal opening and pressed forward evenly, hands firmly grasping my hips. Mad with lust I thrust myself back against him, forcing the entire length of his shaft up my ass. "Holy fuck," he groaned, then took up the work of feeding both of our depraved appetites. We sounded like animals tearing at meat and fighting for more.His fingers dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he fucked me with all force he could muster. Spasms rocked my cunt and my ass in almost explosive orgasm. He roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. A Widow's Tale "You still want this in your mouth?" His voice was low and menacing. "Feed me." Another half dozen deep staccato strokes stabbed into me before Eric pulled out of my ass. Fingers still firmly intertwined in my hair, he flexed his arm sharply, turning me toward his straining, livid cock. He was cumming before he hit the back of my throat, filling my wanton mouth with his rich fluid. I swallowed and swallowed, my sex-starved body nourished by his thick semen. His breath was coming hard and fast, throat rasping, quivering muscles threatening to let him fall. I swept my tongue from behind his balls to the tip of his cock, savoring the taste and smell of our perversion. Eric ran his fingers through my hair as my mouth lingered on his softening cock. Touching my cheek, he bent to kiss me then turned down the bed covers. I blew out the candles. Both beyond words, we slept the sleep of the dead, holding each other as we journeyed through the nether world of dreams.