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Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 01

By: bjmichaels



"OH DAMN...." he cried out as he sprayed his young wife's pubic area with his pent-up lust and desire. His exclamation was borne more out of frustration than excitement from his orgasm.

He and Jennifer had been married four days, and he had yet been able to control himself long enough to deflower his pretty bride. 

He didn't have a problem achieving erections; on the contrary, his virile, young penis seemed to constantly be hard; the problem was his staying-power and lack of control. 

He desperately craved the sensation of his wife's pussy-lips clinging tightly to his thrusting shaft. He wanted to hear her screams of pleasure while he filled her full of his love; he wanted to hear her begging for more, but....

The first three nights, after kissing and caressing until her pussy was warm and wet he took her small hand and placed it on his penis. The moment she lightly squeezed it the cum in his balls began to boil and after she gave it two-three strokes he sprayed all over her hand. 

Tonight he decided to try something new: when her juices began flowing, he immediately climbed on top of her—that didn't work either. The second his prickhead touched her soft pussy-lips he couldn't hold back and flooded her crotch with his sperm and semen.

It was the lowest point of his young life. What kind of man couldn't please and satisfy the woman he worshipped and adored? What kind of man couldn't control himself long enough to give his woman proper lovemaking? 

"Johnny—you know I don't like it when you curse," she reprimanded him.

"Sorry, sweetie..." he replied feeling sorry more for his failure to consummate their marriage than his use of a swear word.

He felt her hands push his shoulders and knew that was the signal to get off her. He rolled next to her on the bed. 

"Goodness gracious...she said, "...you made another big mess on me—how much of that stuff do you have inside you?"

She lifted the blanket and rolled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to clean his fluids from her body.

She slammed the bathroom door again. He hated that sound; he considered it 'the sound of failure'. He thought: I deserve to hear that sound. 

He felt helpless and alone as he lay in the dark room waiting—praying for sleep to overcome him so he could finally put an end to another miserable night. 

When he heard the toilet flush he waited for the sound of the shower; that was her routine. 

The first three nights he tried to stay awake until she finished her shower. He wanted to hold her and tell her how sorry he was and that he would try harder and would get better at sex, but he had fallen asleep while listening to the spray of the showerhead.

Tonight would be no different....

WHEW--THAT WAS CLOSE! Jennifer thought as she sat on the toilet seat wiping her husband's sticky semen from between her legs. He almost got that 'nasty-thing' inside me. 

A cold chill ran up and down her spine; her body shuddered at the very thought of it.

Her mother had warned her to expect the worse from Johnny after they were married.

"Dear, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but that boy is going to want to stick his 'nasty-thing' in you every chance he gets...they're all like that—like rutting pigs...they can't help themselves—they're men...."

When she was satisfied she was clean, she flushed the toilet and stepped into the tub. She adjusted the water to as hot as she could stand it then stood beneath the pulsating showerhead and reveled in the hot water cascading down her soft and supple flesh.

She slowly soaped her ample breasts, stroking and kneading the flesh. Her nipples had remained hard throughout the ordeal, and she rolled them in her fingers; occasionally pinching them hard enough to produce small squeals of pain and pleasure from deep within her throat.

She moved the soap downward toward her nether region. She spread her legs further apart and gently ran the soap up and down her vaginal lips until she felt the familiar warmth envelope her loins.

She set aside the soap and instantly reached two fingers 'down there' until they lightly pinched her pussy-lips together; she slowly stroked herself this way until her breath caught in her throat and waves of intense excitement engulfed her quivering body.

Her middle finger found her 'magic-button' and moved counter-clockwise around it. Her eyes closed, her head resting back on her shoulders, she increased the friction on her clitoris until the movement of her hips and her deep guttural moans signaled the closeness of her release.

Suddenly in her minds-eye she pictured her secret fantasy. It was a hard penis. Not her husband's small prick, but a real cock—a cock so long and thick it took her breath away whenever she thought about it. 

She'd only seen two erections in her entire life, but the first one had burned an everlasting image in her minds-eye. 

She was both fearful and disgusted whenever she envisioned it, but when she became aroused it relentlessly invaded her thoughts until her basest animal-desire was satisfied. 

She was ashamed of her weakness and prayed the good Lord would forgive her.

She fantasized of being helplessly pinned under this powerful man; unable to move a muscle while his huge organ slid in and out of her open, wet pussy. There was nothing she could do to stop this man; he was having his way with her.

Suddenly, she began to feverishly rub her clit. Her hips ground into her finger. Her body began to shake; her breasts heaved and jiggled. She wantonly squeezed and pinched her clit until her mouth opened wide and she silently cried out as her body quaked and trembled and the liquids flowed from her pussy. 

OH MY GOD—OH MY GOD—OH MY GOD—THANK YOU JESUS....

When she regained her composure, she washed her slick vaginal lips then turned off the shower. As she dried herself with an over-sized towel, she smiled and hummed her favorite song.

In another bathroom in the same large house, Judy gargled with a strong mouthwash then spit it out. She filled the cap again and gargled one more time. This time when she spit she was satisfied her husband's foul taste was completely gone.

She sat on the closed toilet lid and waited. She refused to go back to bed until she heard Achmed snoring; even through the closed bathroom door she would be able to hear him. Then, and only then would she feel safe to climb into bed beside him and finally get some sleep.

She wondered about her daughter and son at the other end of the house. She prayed to God that the pretty-boy hadn't ruined Jennifer tonight; hoped his little hard-on squirted before he could put it inside her virgin daughter and ruin all her plans. 

How sick and perverted, she thought as tears welled in her soft blue eyes. What kind of a woman am I? she wondered; but she was all too aware of the answer. 

After fifteen years of marriage to Achmed, she was deathly afraid she was losing him. That he had lost interest and was getting bored with her. 

All the signs were there: He spent more and more time at the office; and when he finally did come home he was remote and distant. He barely spoke with her. 

In the bedroom, his unquenchable thirst for sex had changed, as well. Lately, his demands were becoming more disgusting and degrading.

In the past, whenever he demanded she kneel between his legs, and ordered her to lick his brown hole, he would be satisfied with her running her tongue over his anus and perineum. That in itself was enough to horrify her delicate senses, but she could live with it. 

Now however, he commanded her to fully insert her tongue into his hole and lick the walls of his asshole for long periods of time. It was the most demeaning act she'd ever performed for a man. 

And when he tired of that, she would have to use her mouth and hands to bring him to ejaculation. Of course he demanded she swallow every drop of his putrid-tasting cum; she'd learned the harsh consequences of failure on their wedding night when she missed just two drops.

He rarely fucked her properly anymore; it had been over two weeks since she felt the delicious excitement of his long and thick cock pounding her pussy. Instead, he settled for her hands and mouth; caring only for his pleasure; treating her like a common street whore. At least she had stood firm all these years and refused his big cock entry into her asshole.

And then there were the rumors of Achmed's young and pretty receptionist....

So, yes...she knew he was losing interest in her, and she had to act fast to prevent a catastrophe.

She couldn't shake her latest revolting encounter with her husband out of her mind: Her tongue lathered the walls of his asshole; her lips pressed firmly to his puckered anus. Her mind raced trying desperately to think of anything besides what she was actually doing for her husband.

Suddenly Achmed said: "Oh, by the way, my mother is coming to the United States for medical treatment. I will be flying to Miami next week to be with her...."

Her mind had screamed. I'M TONGUE-FUCKING HIS ASSHOLE AND HE'S TELLING ME ABOUT HIS MOTHER? WHAT A TOTAL PIG THIS MAN IS.

As usual, she finished him off with her hands and mouth careful to swallow every drop of his acrid semen. As soon as he fell asleep, she rushed into the bathroom and gargled mouthwash for ten minute before she went back to bed.

At breakfast the next morning, Judy searched her daughter's face for any signs or clues of what happened the night before. Jennifer seemed happy and contented and Judy felt a shiver of fear rush up her spine.

Oh no, she thought. Please don't tell me that boy finally stuck his little thing inside her. Please no—that would ruin everything.

Her husband left for work, and John went outside to do his chores. The young couple was allowed to live with them in the house under the condition that John, since he couldn't find a job, would do the yardwork, and anything else that needed to be done.

Jennifer was off to her room to get ready for her job at 'Clown Castle'—a fast food restaurant. Judy followed her daughter to her room and watched as she laid out her work uniform then stripped to her bra and panties.

I used to look like that, Judy thought, as she drank in her daughter's taut, smooth flesh. Her skin was unblemished; her body perfectly proportioned. 

So pure and naïve, Judy said to herself. The girl has no clue that her beautiful face and figure was being wasted on a mere boy; a boy with no means; a boy whose future was probably going to be a succession of menial, low-paying jobs with no prospect of ever improving himself.

What a waste, she thought. Her daughter deserved better; her daughter should live in luxury, and that would never happen as long as she was with Johnny.

Judy loved the boy; she even felt her loins stir when he was next to her, but she knew he needed strong guidance from a woman if he was ever going to make anything of himself. 

I'm going to do Jennifer the biggest favor of her life, she thought.

"So, dear, what happened last night? Was he finally able to make a 'woman' of you? Or did he get your hand all sticky again?"

"Oh, mother..." Jennifer replied; she was accustomed to this kind of talk from her mother. They always had frank and graphic discussions. "He almost made it...he got on top of me and almost got it inside...but, no—it squirted all over me 'down there'...."

"Oh, dear—I'm so sorry..." Judy said while in her mind she was ecstatic. She decided she couldn't wait any longer—she would have to put her plan into motion immediately after Jennifer left for work. The boy was bound to deflower his wife soon just out of dumb luck.

"Dear, I've been reading quite a bit about this problem...it's fairly common--many boys and men go through this...you have to be patient, dear...when you're in bed at night just hold each other...kiss and caress each other—like you used to do in the front seat of my car whenever you borrowed it...."

"Huh? Ah...how did you know we did that?" asked Jennifer.

She laughed: "Dear, I know the aroma of a man's semen when I smell it—and that car reeked of it...."

Jennifer blushed for the first time in a long while.

"Anyway, dear, here is what you do...stroke his penis with one hand and rub his balls with the other hand—have you ever felt his balls, sweetie?"

"MOTHER!" she exclaimed.

"Well—have you felt his balls? Answer me, girl!" Judy insisted.

Jennifer sighed. There was no arguing with her mother when she got into one of her moods.

"Yes, mother—I've felt his balls...as a matter-of-fact, if you must know--they're big and heavy..."

"Good! Has he ever gone down on you? Has he ever kissed and licked your vagina?" Judy inwardly smiled as she watched her young daughter squirm with embarrassment.

"Mother---please!"

"Well—has he?"

"N-No, mother...."

"Okay, good...now you and I both know he won't last long with your hand stroking him...so when his thing starts squirting—take your hand away immediately...let him finish, then scold him—make him feel shame...he must be thoroughly humiliated for his failure to satisfy you...when he's whimpering in self-pity—that's when you demand he licks your pussy...that's the only way you can help him...."

"WHAT? Are you sure? That doesn't sound right...that sounds real mean...." she stared hard at her mother.

"Dear, who has been studying this—you or me? It's for his own good—you must humiliate him for the sake of your marriage...the only cure for his problem is psychosomatic—it's in his head—if you succeed in making him feel like he's less than a man—eventually his mind will cure the problem itself..."

"I don't know, mother—that seems awfully extreme...I don't want to hurt him."

"Do you love your husband, dear? Do you want to help him with his problem?"

"Well, yes I love him...."

"Then do as I say...tonight when he makes a mess in your hand say this: YOU ARE ONE PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN—A REAL MAN CAN SATISFY HIS WIFE—A REAL MAN HAS A REAL COCK—NOT THAT TINY THING YOU HAVE—NOW GET BETWEEN MY LEGS AND EAT MY PUSSY UNTIL I CUM—OR CAN"T YOU DO THAT RIGHT EITHER, YOU SISSY-BOY?"

Jennifer was in shock. She'd never heard anything as cruel as that. 

"Dear, if you really love him you'll want to help him...it's like reverse-psychology...telling him he's LESS than a man will encourage him to be MORE of a man...trust me—have I ever given you bad advice?"

No, Jennifer couldn't remember her mother giving her any bad advice at all, and it did sound logical. It just seems so mean and cruel.

Jennifer hurriedly dressed and left for work. As Judy entered her bedroom she heard the sound of the lawn mower. She peaked outside a hallway window and saw John riding the mower.

A smile spread across her lips as she stripped off her clothes, and pulled out her sexiest bikini from a drawer. She admired herself in a mirror.

That old man I'm married to might not want me anymore, she thought, but that cute little boy out there is about to have the time of his life.

A dewy moisture formed on her pussy-lips as she strode confidently outside into the view of her innocent, young son.

John was still riding the mower; he was almost finished with the lawn. She smiled and waved at him and even from fifty-feet she could see his eyes bug-open wide when he saw her. She giggled to herself when he narrowly missed running into a tree. 

She sat in a chair near the edge of the large swimming pool. She needed to adjust the bra of her swimsuit to keep her 36C breasts from completely spilling out.

When he was done mowing the lawn he drove the mower around the house to the work shed, and the noise from the mower was suddenly gone. After a few minutes he came into view; walking towards her; trying desperately not to stare at her.

To her amusement, she watched him awkwardly shift his gaze from the ground then to her breasts then back to the ground. 

"Sweetie," she said when he was standing beside her. "You worked hard today—you deserve some fun—go put on that new bathing suit I bought you...."

"Ah...okay Missus Faisel...." he said shyly.

"Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you? You're my son now...I want you to call me 'mom'—alright?"

His face flushed as he mumbled, "Oh—I'm sorry---I forgot—'mom'."

"...and Johnny, when you come out bring the tray from the refrigerator—the one with the pitcher of ice tea and the chilled glasses—okay?"

"Oh, okay—yes 'mom'...."

The boy didn't take long to return. Judy watched him walk across the lawn to the pool. She stood facing him then bent over and cleared an area on the small table where he could place the tray he was carrying.

She wanted to give him a good view of her breasts. She knew he couldn't resist looking at them.

She lifted her eyes at the approaching figure and saw the prominent bulge in the crotch of his tight swimming trunks. Whenever he got aroused around her, his hands would suddenly cover his groin, but with his hands carrying the tray he was unable to cover himself this time.

The heat in her loins was building as she stared at his bulge. She briefly thought, that sure looks bigger than the way Jennifer describes it.

When she looked at his face he was beet red. He was well aware of where she had been looking. His hands were shaking as he placed the tray on the table.

Judy poured each of them a glass of iced tea then directed him to sit beside her on the outdoor loveseat. He was uncomfortably shifting and swaying; trying hard not to look at her breasts, and at the same time, shielding his crotch from her view.

She took a deep swallow of tea then placed the glass on the table beside her; she slid her hand over his shoulder and moved close to him; her creamy thigh pressing tightly against his.

She felt him shiver and tremble beneath her touch.

"Sweetie," she began, "...you know how close I am with Jennifer..." He nodded. "Well, we have very open relationship—she tells me 'everything'...now sweetie, don't be embarrassed but she told me about your 'little problem'...."

Suddenly, his face flushed red and his eyes grew wide with panic. She knew he wanted to be anywhere but sitting next to her right now; her hand began a gentle stroking of his back and shoulders.

"Sweetie, it's nothing to be ashamed of—young boys like you have that problem all the time...it's natural...but if it goes on too long then it does become a problem—A BIG PROBLEM..."

The crotch of her swim suit became damp with her juices. The boy's flesh was so soft and firm to her touch she felt her excitement building.

"Sweetie," she whispered in his ear, "I'm going to help you—I'm going to teach you how to control yourself..."

"P-Please Missus---please mom—I don't think we should be talking about this...."

"You're a darling boy but you don't understand the world...if you love my daughter and want to stay with her you have to solve your problem---she's not going to tolerate this much longer...."

"W-What do you mean?" he asked in panic and distress.

"She's going to divorce you," Judy lied. "She's going to divorce you and find a man who can satisfy her—can you blame her?"

The boy was shaking and trembling. "Oh my God—oh my God...no—please no---what can I do? I love her so much I'll do anything—I can't lose her—I just CAN'T"

"I'm going to help you, dear—I'm going to cure your problem but you have to do everything I say...I need you to obey me, Johnny—can you do that?"

With tears in his eyes he slowly nodded his head in agreement. 

"Sweetie, I can see from the bulge in your trunks you have an erection right now—this is a good time to begin your cure...show me your penis, darling, pull down your trunks and show it to me."

His eyes grew wide with disbelief at what he was hearing. His gorgeous and sexy mother wanted him to expose himself to her. This was crazy!


Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 01



"Johnny---either do as I say or you're going to lose your wife---the choice is yours."

He was overcome with a hopeless despair as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lifted his hips and slid the trunks down to his knees.

Judy stifled a gasp of surprise when his prick sprang into her view. 

OH MY GOD, she thought. IT'S BEAUTIFUL....

Then she wondered what on earth her daughter was talking about when she described it as 'small and puny'? It was at least six-inches long and two-inches around. He had a cock any man could be proud of. 

She briefly wondered: Who, in Jennifer's limited experience, was she comparing John's cock to? How could she say it was small?

Judy shook her head clear—she needed to focus on the task at hand.

"All the way off, sweetie—take your trunks completely off...."

John meekly obeyed her. He closed his eyes trying desperately to escape the embarrassment of being naked before his mother.

He felt her soft hand caressing his chest; kneading the flesh of his breasts; rolling his nipples between her fingers. His body began to quake; his hips began to involuntarily thrust upwards. 

Her hand took hold of his scrotum; her fingers made a small circle around his sensitive flesh. Then her other hand squeezed his hard cock; the pressure in his balls was unbearable—he knew what would happen next—he was powerless to fight it. He shivered and shuddered and waited for the cum to begin shooting out of his cock. 

Suddenly, her fingers squeezed his scrotum and her hand pushed his balls down hard into his sac. It didn't hurt but now his balls were trapped beneath her fingers. He trembled and shook from her touch, but he was unable to cum. 

She held him like this until his excitement subsided; when his prick went soft she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good boy—you're such a good boy, sweetie...you did real good...now we can move on to your next lesson---kiss me, sweetie, kiss me on the lips...I want to find out if you know how to kiss a woman."

His mind was a thick fog of doubt and uncertainty; kissing his mother on the lips is definitely wrong—isn't it? Yet he wanted to learn from her. He didn't know what to do.

"Sweetie, you promised to obey me...I know this is all new to you, but you have to trust me...if you don't do what I say I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a hard spanking..."

Her loins were aflame at the thought of spanking his beautifully rounded asscheeks. She told herself to calm down—that would come later.

She guided his face to hers. She pressed her warm lips to his and was immediately surprised and flattered when his cock sprang to attention so soon. 

This boy is pure gold, she told herself. She shivered as she thought of the countless orgasms this boy would bring her once he was properly trained.

She fell in love with his lips—he was an excellent kisser. At least Jennifer had trained him well in one area.

He had never been so excited just from kissing. Her lips were plumper and fuller than his wife's; when her tongue darted in and out of his mouth the cum in his balls began to boil one more time.

A deep groan escaped his throat when he felt her hand tightly grasp his erection once again. She stroked it, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She knew it wouldn't take him long to cum. 

When his body began to twitch and his hips bucked wildly she found his scrotum and pushed his balls downward preventing him from cumming one more time. He whimpered in frustration and bewilderment; he was on the verge of tears. Until today, the poor boy had never been denied his orgasm.

"Good boy," Judy cooed in his ear while she covered his cheeks with kisses. "...what a good boy you are...you're learning real fast..."

Judy was thrilled when she noticed he never lost his erection. It was still hard as a rock in her small hand. Her fingers traced its ridges and veins eliciting another moan of pleasure from deep within her son's throat.

"Mommy's going to reward you for being such a good boy...do you want mommy to give you a 'special treat'?" she asked while tightly squeezing his cock.

His cock was throbbing in her hand. His entire body trembled with pure lust. 

"Y-Yes m-mommy---p-please give me a treat---oh God mommy...."

Judy threw a thick towel on the cement between his legs. She watched an expression of jaw-dropping astonishment spread across his pretty face as she sank to her knees and pushed his legs wider apart. She kissed the head of his pulsating cock.

The boy was in shock; in utter disbelief of what was about to happen. His eyes were as big around as saucers.

"Has your wife ever done this for you, baby?" she coyly asked in her sexiest voice. "Has Jennifer ever sucked your hard penis?"

"Oh my God no—she would never do that..." he dreamily answered her. And when he felt her lips take his flesh into her mouth he sank back in the chair, closed his eyes and began moaning; never stopping; unbelievable jolts of pleasure engulfed his entire body. He had never, ever experienced anything this fantastic in his young life.

Her fingers stroked his shaft while her moist lips slid up and down his throbbing cock. Her tongue teased his cockhead; when she licked along the underside of the ridge below his glans he nearly jumped out of the chair. 

"OHHHHH-GODDDDD-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....."

She looked up at his wildly contorted face: Oh sweet Jesus—what a beautiful boy, she thought—so innocent and pure. Like a cherub; a little angel--writhing under her expert lips and tongue. 

Her passion for the boy grew stronger. Any doubts about her love for him had completely washed away. All she felt now was a deep hunger to possess him body and soul; he would soon belong to her and she could shape and mold him any way she desired.

She couldn't wait any longer. Her fingers pushed aside the material covering her wet pussy and feverishly ran two fingers up and down her quivering cuntlips. She moaned into his cock.

When his hips began thrusting upwards, forcing more of his cock into her mouth her fingers found her large clitoris and furiously squeezed and stroked the ultra-sensitive bud.

She sucked his cock faster and harder; she prepared herself for his orgasm. She knew that after denying him twice he would unload a deluge of cum into her mouth.

When he cried out and she felt his cock expand in her mouth, she pinched her clit hard—sending her over-the-edge; waves crashing around her as both she and the boy bucked and jerked wildly in the throes of mind-numbing orgasms. 

"OOHHHHHHHHH-MOMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...."

She caught his creamy load on her tongue and lapped up every drop. She was thrilled with his taste; slightly sweet and absolutely delicious; the opposite of her husband's foul and nasty fluids.

When his prick went soft and she let it slide from her lips, it left a small stream of cum on her lower lip that she immediately licked-up; savoring the taste. 

She looked up at the boy; his eyes wide open and glazed-over staring into space—a look of pure bliss on his pretty face. It was the first real, mind-blowing orgasm he had ever experienced.

In her heart she was overjoyed with a sense of supreme accomplishment. Tomorrow at this time, if everything goes according to her plan, this beautiful and innocent boy would be hers' forever.

She resumed her seat next to the boy and felt a satisfied glow as she listened to his breathing slowly returning to normal. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sweetie, did mommy make you feel good—did you like that, darling?" she whispered in his ear.

The sound of her voice shook him from of his reverie. He looked into her blue eyes; a look of pure adoration on his face.

"Oh Mommy that was...ohhh...I mean...I never knew...ohhh-Mommmyyyy...." he moaned as they hugged each other tightly.

She smiled broadly at him and said, "Sweetie, why don't you take a shower...I'll go start making dinner...."

He suddenly became aware of his nudity; his face turned red as he scrambled to pull up his trunks.

Judy laughed then looked him squarely in the eyes and softly said, "Sweetie, don't be embarrassed—I want to see you naked every day..."

She was engulfed in a sudden warmness as she saw the look of wide-eyed wonderment on his angelic face.

"Sweetie, if you're a good boy, mommy is going to give you an 'extra' special treat tomorrow..." she said as she stroked his cheek and neck. "Would you like to put your hard penis inside Mommy tomorrow?"

His eyes flew open even wider. "OH-GOD...oh Mommy...but you're my—oh God..."

"Will you be a good boy for Mommy?" she repeated.

"Ohhhhh...yes, Mommy—I'll be a good boy for you...." he replied even though he had no idea what she meant by him being 'a good boy'.

Later that evening at bedtime, as Judy was kneeling between her husbands' legs running her tongue up and down his massive organ; she wriggled her nose and thought to herself, 'His cock tastes different tonight.'

Earlier, he had commanded her to slowly lick every inch of his cock; starting at the base then up to his slit. She peaked up at his face; he was watching her every movement with a strange sneer on his thin lips.

She wracked her brain trying to identify the taste; it wasn't unpleasant; it was vaguely familiar; she knew she had tasted it before somewhere. 

Finally, after taking a deep breath the aroma struck her mind like a thunderbolt---IT'S CUNT-JUICE, she screamed to herself. THE SON-OF-A-BITCH FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN TODAY.

She had a brief flashback to a time long ago when the older neighbor girl had seduced her into licking her pussy. There was no mistake: She was licking dried pussy-juice from her husband's cock.

She heard him chuckle above her; he must have seen the glow of discovery light up her face when she suddenly realized what it was she was tasting on her tongue..

Neither of them spoke a word. She continued pleasing him with her tongue while an all-consuming fear coursed through her entire body. 

Her darkest suspicion was now confirmed: She was getting too old for him--he was going to dump her in favor of a younger woman. She would be left penniless and homeless; totally destitute. She had a feeling that day was coming; she just didn't know how soon it would take place.

"SUCK MY COCK," Achmed screamed at her.

She paused; hesitated. His command startled her; he'd never spoken to her like that before. She told herself to calm down; there was nothing she could do now; another day or two her plan would be in place. In the meantime she had to obey him and keep him satisfied.

She sucked his cock with a renewed vigor; a sense of purpose. She imagined it was Johnny's cock in her mouth; she stroked and sucked it with loving expertise. 

When he cried out and discharged in her mouth she swallowed every drop. He fell asleep almost immediately. She ran to the bathroom and drank from the all-too familiar bottle of mouthwash. She gargled and spit until his putrid taste was eradicated from her senses.

He was snoring loudly when she emerged from the bathroom. There was no point in trying to sleep now, she thought. His deafening noise would keep her awake until she collapsed from exhaustion anyway.

She covered her nudity with a terry-cloth robe and silently crept into the hallway. She stealthily walked towards her daughter's bedroom; her ears on high-alert for any sounds coming from the room.

She thought she heard kissing sounds. Then she definitely heard Jennifer 'Oooo'ing and Ahhh-ing'.

The hair on the back of her neck stood straight; she was overtaken with panic. 

OH NO, she thought. PLEASE GOD NO. Don't tell me he was able to do it--don't tell me he was finally able to fuck my daughter.

She silently cursed herself. How could she have been so wrong? How could I have cured him in such a short time? How could I have been so stupid?

Suddenly, she heard her daughter scream: "YOU ARE ONE PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN—A REAL MAN CAN SATISFY HIS WIFE—A REAL MAN HAS A REAL COCK—NOT THAT TINY THING YOU HAVE—NOW GET BETWEEN MY LEGS AND EAT MY PUSSY UNTIL I CUM—OR CAN"T YOU DO THAT RIGHT EITHER, YOU SISSY-BOY?"

Judy exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled to herself. She heard unmistakable whimpering noises that had to be coming from Johnny.

I'd better get some rest, she thought while walking back to her bedroom. That poor boy is going to need all the love and understanding I can give him.

The next morning Johnny was absent from the breakfast table.

"Where's your husband?" Judy innocently asked Jennifer.

Jennifer stared at her mother with a look of bemused confusion.

"Ah...he's not feeling too well...." the young girl answered.

Achmed left for work, and just as Jennifer was about to go too, she turned to her mother and said somewhat contemptuously, "I followed your advice...I think I turned him into a vegetable...he's just lying there in the fetal position—staring at nothing---I feel horrible, mother."

"Dear, you did the right thing—you'll see—all the experts say the first night is the most difficult--he'll snap out of it," she said through a smile and lying eyes.

When Jennifer stormed out of the house, Judy immediately went to their bedroom and opened the door. He was on the bed, in his pajama bottoms, sure enough: curled-up in the fetal position. 

Her heart went out to her baby boy. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his arm and shoulders.

"Sweetie...are you alright?" she asked.

She heard him begin to cry; softly at first—tears trickling down his cheeks. She lay on the bed and pulled him to her. She held him in her arms.

"Baby, everything is going to be okay...Mommy is going to make everything better for you..."

He finally moved; he threw his arms around her and pressed his face into her shoulder. His sobbing grew louder; tears flowed freely from his eyes onto the front of her white blouse. She held and stroked his shaking body.

"Mommy's here for you...tell Mommy what's wrong—let Mommy help you...."

"Mommy?" he asked in a choked voice.

"Yes, baby boy—what is it...you can ask Mommy anything."

"I'm a failure, Mommy...I'm not a man...she thinks I'm a sissy-boy...." his voice was low, meek.

She licked at the salty tears on his face then their lips pressed together—tentatively at first, and then with a fury and passion she'd thought she'd never experience again.

Their tongues meshed together as one. She shifted their positions on the bed; his back pressed into her breasts. She stroked his chest, kissing and gently nibbling on his neck. She heard his breath catch in his throat.

She lowered her hand knowing what she would find. She grasped his hardness through the cotton of his pajama bottoms. She squeezed it one—two--three times then she undid the snap and pushed the bottoms down exposing his erection.

Her hand quickly brought him to the brink of orgasm then she tugged at his balls until his crisis had subsided. She then stroked him again. She brought him to the edge three times and three times she denied his release.

His head was rolling side-to-side as she squeezed his cock once again and stroked it faster and harder. He was beside himself on the bed: incessantly groaning as his body flopped around like a fish out of water. She had gotten him to forget all about his failure.

This time she would give him what he wanted—what he desperately needed.

His cries of pleasure grew louder as his hips began to buck wildly; her hand driving him crazy with lust. 

She nipped at his earlobe then whispered: "Cum for Mommy, sweetie...be a good boy and cum for Mommy...."

When her tongue dived into his ear his balls exploded. The bed shook and vibrated with his violent movements while his cock spewed stream after stream of hot cum wildly in the air.

"MOMMY-OH-MOMMY-I'M-CUMMING-MOMMY-I'M-CUMMINGGGGGGGG...."

Afterwards, she stroked his face and said: "You are not a sissy-boy, sweetie---you are ALL MAN...you are MY MAN and never forget that I love you...."

"Sweetie," she said, "...take a shower and get dressed...Mommy wants you to run some errands for her...I want you to go shopping for tomorrow's pool party, okay?"

They gazed into each others' eyes then he said: "Yes, Mommy..." 

Before she got off the bed they kissed and embraced. Lips pressed tightly together as they clung to each other. The intensity of her feelings surprised Judy. She reluctantly broke off the kiss. 

She felt a glow deep in her heart as she left the room--she really did love the boy. He touched her soul like no other man—he made her feel like a whole woman after years of being someone's trophy wife.

If everything went as planned, she would mold him into her ideal man: obedient to her every wish, and eager and capable of satisfying her basest sexual desires and needs. 

After all, men are stupid creature's whose brains are hanging between their legs; keep them in a state of constant sexual tension, and they are as meek and obedient as five-year old boys. 

She was confident of her powers over her daughter, as well. She had already skillfully manipulated Jennifer throughout her young life; and once she suffers through her upcoming ordeal, Judy knew she would be able to influence and shape her young mind into her own way of thinking.

Yes, she thought. The three of them would live in this big house happily ever after. 

Once John had left to do the shopping, Judy was doing some light cleaning in the kitchen when the phone rang; it startled her, she didn't have any girlfriends—Achmed had forbidden her to associate with anyone outside of his circle of friends, and none of his friends would call knowing he was at work.

When she answered and said "Hello"—a female voice said to her: "Judy, you old slut—it's been a long time..." Judy instantly froze; the voice sent a cold shiver up her spine, "...how does it feel to be an old, used-up hag at the age of thirty-three?"

It was Verna, Achmed's assistant at the office. A woman she pitied; and a woman who terrified her. She was the woman from whom she had stolen her husband. 

"W-What is it Verna? Why are you calling me?" she asked in a dead-voice.

She heard laughter then Verna said: "Why dear, is that any way to greet an old friend?"

"We've never been friends, and you know it," she spat into the phone.

Verna laughed again then said: "You stupid twat—Achmed told me how much you enjoyed licking my pussy-juice off his cock last night—doesn't that make us close friends now?"

"WHAT?" WHY WOULD HE TELL YOU THAT?" So it was HER that he'd fucked yesterday. Judy was incredulous that her husband was still screwing that bitch after all these years.

"You really are the stupid cunt he says you are---your husband tells me everything...we're closer than ever...he says he's NEVER had an interesting conversation with you—he thinks you're the dumbest woman he's ever known."

Judy was absolutely stunned to hear those words; how could her husband betray her like that? And worse, how could he share the intimate details of their life with THAT woman?

"Anyway, dear, I just hate to be the one to tell you this---but your days are numbered---your sorry ass is about to be thrown out on the street, and there is nothing you can do about it."

This wasn't news to Judy, but she hated to hear it from Verna.

"We shared a good laugh yesterday when he showed me the pre-nup you signed---what were you thinking, dear? Did that bubble-brain inside that pretty head of yours really believe that the old lecherous bastard would stay with you forever?"

"I was young---it happened so fast...I didn't know any lawyers or anything...he said it was a standard agreement between men and women in his country...."

"Well, dear, guess what? He's found a younger and fresher version of you and he's planning on marrying her---you're out—the new slut is in...and she might even be dumber than you...men are such animals—all they care about are their dicks...."




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 01



"Who is it? How did they meet?"

Verna laughed again: "How do you think they met, dear? Just like he first met me and then you...she's his twenty-year-old receptionist, Jillian...cute as a bug and more than willing to raise her skirt and bend over his desk...just like you used to do...and me before that...."

The news had finally settled in—now she knew it for sure---Judy's only disappointment was that she heard it from Verna.

"Verna, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, dear—what is it?"

"Why have you stayed there all these years? You're smart and pretty—you could have easily found a better job somewhere else away from that man."

"Well, dear..." she said. Then after a long pause continued, "...unlike you and his newest bimbo, Jillian, I actually loved the man...yes, I know he's a complete asshole but I couldn't help myself—I kept thinking he would get tired of you and come back to me...well, that never happened. By the time I finally figured out what a demented pig and pervert he really is it was too late—I was trapped—he pays me enough to live on, but not much more...he's clever that way: he promised me more and more so I hung in there but he never gave it to me...now, I have nowhere else to go...I'm just like you: I dropped out of high school, too, I have no particular skills or talent that I could offer any other employer, and, now that I'm forty it's very difficult finding someone who'll hire me—I'm stuck here—I really don't have a choice anymore."

Judy felt a sudden surge of pity for her old rival. "Verna, I'm really sorry about all this—I just wanted a good life for me and my daughter—I never meant to hurt you."

Then Verna spoke in a soft, caring manner and said, "Dear, don't worry about me—I'll survive. You better concern yourself with your future---you're about to have nothing at all—what are you going to do? I'm sure you'll find a minimum wage job, but can you live on that after what you've become accustomed to?"

"No, ah...I have a plan...it's not very nice but I have to do it for my daughter and son...like you said—it's a matter of survival."

"Good luck, dear," she said sincerely then added: "Achmed showed me a recent picture of you—you're still a very beautiful woman. Even though I've hated you all these years I always understood why you stole Achmed from me...and now after our little chat I realize my feelings for you were somewhat irrational—after all, you were just trying to do the same as me—you wanted a better life, that's all...if there is anything I can do for you, dear, please let me know...I want to give you my cell phone number--do you have pen and paper nearby?"

Judy was confused. Why would I want to talk with her again? She wondered.

"Ah, yeah...sure...go ahead..."

After Verna carefully gave Judy her number she said: "Judy, if there's anything at all you need, please call me, okay?"

"Oh, ah, I sure will..."

"I want you to know something, dear..."

"What is it?" asked Judy.

"Well, I'm not sure how to say this, but the past few years I've been what you might call 'experimenting'...."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, dear, since I never received any affection or closeness from your husband, or any other man for that matter, well..."

"Verna, what are you trying to say?"

"I have found that I love having women in my arms—kissing, stroking, caressing---it's wonderful, dear...women are so much more caring and affectionate...I think you and I could get over our past differences and become close friends—if you know what I mean?"

Judy thought she should feel outrage, but she didn't. On the contrary, she felt herself moisten between her legs. 

"V-Verna—I don't do that anymore..." Judy said before she could stop herself.

"ANYMORE?" Verna said then softly chuckled. "Well, sweetie, all I'm saying is when you're broke and homeless--I'd love having you in my bed with your pretty face between my thighs—after all, if you enjoyed my flavor off your husband's cock, you'll LOVE tasting the real thing...."

Judy heard the phone go dead but sat there staring into space while the front of her panties dampened.

The image of Barbie's shaved pussy flooded her mind. It was seventeen years ago; she and Barbie, the girl who lived next door to her in the trailer park, were taking a shortcut home from the store. They heard noises coming from Crazy Larry's trailer; his door was open and they peeked inside.

Judy's heart stopped and they both froze in their tracks: Crazy Larry was slumped back on his sofa, his pants and underwear below his knees. In his hand was his erect penis, he was wildly moving his hand up and down his penis. It was the first hard penis Judy had ever seen. The girls stood mesmerized, unable to look away. 

Suddenly he grunted and groaned and the girls watched as thick streams of white fluid erupted into the air from the head of his penis. Judy couldn't believe how much liquid came out of his penis.

Barbie took Judy's hand and pulled her away from the open door. She took Judy to the trailer she lived in with her mom. Once inside, she locked the door and began wrestling with Judy. 

"Barbie, what are you doing? You're hurting me...." Judy had cried out.

The older girl tripped Judy and pushed her to the floor on her back. Judy watched in consternation as Barbie reached under her short skirt and tugged her panties down her shapely legs.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Judy demanded to know, but Barbie said nothing. She watched Barbie spread her thighs apart above her—she plainly saw the thick, hairy bush between her thighs. She gasped when Barbie lowered herself and placed her knees on either side of Judy's head.

The older girl held her head still then lowered her pussy onto Judy's mouth.

"You're gonna lick my pussy for me, bitch—you can think of Larry's hard cock if you want, but you're going to eat my cunt—now get that tongue busy—START LICKING."

She ground her pussy onto Judy's mouth. There was no way Judy was going to lick a girl's vagina, but she found it very difficult to breathe. Barbie was a heavy girl and very strong. Judy felt like she was being smothered. 

She had no choice but to snake out her tongue and lick Barbie's open pussy-lips. Barbie shouted directions at her and she followed every one of them to get this awful thing over with as soon as possible.

When Barbie was gyrating wildly on her face and shouting "LICK MY CLIT—LICK MY CLIT—LICK MY CLIT...." Judy found her friends' nub and sucked it between her lips.

That did the trick. Barbie thrashed about and flooded Judy's face with her womanly juices. Judy had to swallow much of it, but to her surprise, she found that it wasn't at all unpleasant.

For the next year, at least once a week, Barbie made her strip and kneel between her thighs to pleasure her. Not usually, but on occasion, Barbie returned the favor and licked Judy, too. Those were the only orgasm's Judy had experienced in her young life. 

"Snap out of it, girl," she said out loud. She shook her head and cleared her mind. Her panties were now soaked with her juices. 

She walked quickly to her bathroom and took a long, hot shower. It took some time but she was finally able to replace the image Verna had described with impure thoughts of what she would have her son do when he got home from his errands.

During her shower, she fiercely resisted the urge to relieve her pent-up desires with her fingers. She smiled to herself as she thought of her son's hard cock; she wondered how many orgasm's it would bring her when she deflowered the boy.

The next day the four of them sat around the pool. Actually, just three of them; as soon as Jennifer appeared in her skimpy bikini, her young husband lost control and the erection in his swim trunks was so obvious he hid it from everyone by staying in the water.

Judy stared at her little Adonis in the pool and recalled the events of the past afternoon.

"W-What is that, Mommy?" the boy had asked when Judy produced the scrotum strap.

"This is how Mommy is going to help you to control yourself...." she replied. He blushed furiously as he felt her hands on his sac and balls. 

"OH," he cried out when she pushed his balls low in their sac and wrapped the strap around his scrotum to hold his balls in place. 

His beautiful cock stayed hard and she took it her mouth and sucked him until he was moaning with pleasure.

She then lay on her back and spread her legs wide. "My sweet little baby boy—do you want your Mommy to let you fuck her pussy now?" 

His eyes stared at her shaved pussy. He watched as she ran her middle finger up and down the wet, pouting slit.

"OH GOD MOMMY---YES—YES MOMMY---PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOUR PUSSY MOMMY---PLEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...."

"Stick it in me, baby...put your hard cock inside your Mommy...."

The boy groaned and trembled as he felt the hot, wet lips of a woman's vagina clasp tightly to his cock for the very first time. He pushed it all the way inside her then instinctively pulled back until just the head was at her entrance. 

Judy smiled as she watched his eyes close; the priceless expression of pure, unadulterated lust on his face. Then just as she knew he would, he lost all control and began to plunge his hard-on in and out of her like a man possessed. 

Judy threw her arms around the boy and held on to him. She would teach him the finer points of fucking and control another time; right now she wanted to feel his animal-passion inside her. She wanted him to fuck her like a caveman would fuck his woman; long and hard. 

Her first orgasm came fast. She shuddered underneath him and rode the wave of pleasure until her mind cleared. Then she shifted positions and climbed on top of her young stud. She furiously fucked up and down on her son's throbbing cock until she exploded once again.

By this time Johnny was babbling incoherently; begging his Mommy to let him cum; pleading with her to allow him to shoot his cum inside her drenched pussy.

Mommy wasn't done yet though. She climbed off the bed and directed the mumbling and quaking boy to stand behind her. She bent over and presented the rear view of her cunt to the violently shaking boy. 

The boy never missed a beat---he lunged forward and buried his prick to the hilt. 

By now the male instinct took over as he mindlessly fucked her with long, quick thrusts. His hips were a blur as he pistoned his cock in and out of her open pussy. She'd never felt so much pure joy in her life. She pushed her greedy cunt back onto his cock with each mighty stroke.

When she shook and shivered with her third orgasm she reached back and unfastened the scrotum strap. The boy fucked her hard for thirty-seconds then howled like a wild animal as the cum rushed out of his balls and up through his cock.

He violently pulled her cunt onto his cock and unloaded his lust deep inside her; filling her pussy with massive amounts of sperm and semen. He shouted and cursed as his ejaculation seemed to never end. The young boy had never experienced anything as intense as this, and Judy knew he would be hers' forever.

"Dear," Judy said to her daughter. "Why don't you show your father what you learned in diving class?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, okay mom," she replied.

The young girl sprang up from the lounge chair and turned and walked to the far end of the swimming pool.

Judy watched her husband's head whip around to stare at his daughters wickedly swaying bottom cheeks in her tight bikini. He watched his daughter mount the diving board and stand and pose as she contemplated her dive.

The girl's bikini top barely held her round mounds. The outline of her pussy lips pressed against the thin fabric covering her crotch. Judy glanced at her husband's crotch: sure enough, his cock was getting hard and pushed his trunks outward.

Jennifer took two steps, jumped up and landed perfectly on the board then it propelled her out and upward. She made a perfect dive into the pool causing barely a ripple from the water.

When she emerged from the pool her father applauded and said: "That was fantastic, Princess; do it one more time."

The girl smiled awkwardly at her father and said, "Okay, Daddy."

His eyes drank in the wet figure of his sexy daughter in her clinging bathing suit. This time when Jennifer posed on the diving board she moved her legs further apart. The wet material had crept into her pussy causing an outlandish camel toe to display itself to whoever was watching.

"Good God, Achmed, at least have the decency to cover yourself—do you want to scare the poor girl?" Judy scolded her husband when she saw that his cock was in full erection and his hard prick formed an obscene tent in his trunks.

He placed a towel over his lap as he stared at his beautiful daughter. Judy wasn't sure, but she thought that Jennifer had stared at her father's bulge.

Suddenly Judy leaned over and whispered to her husband: "She's a beautiful girl, isn't she? And she's still a virgin...,."

Achmed's wide eyes peaked over the top of his dark sunglasses as he looked at his wife.

"A virgin? How can that be?" he asked.

"Young John has a problem—he gets a little too excited whenever he tries to consummate his marriage, if you know what I mean; he hasn't been able to last long enough to finish the act. "

They watched as Jennifer performed another picturesque dive.

"Why are you telling me this?" his eyes narrowed at his wife.

"I know what you're planning on doing—I know you're going to divorce me, and leave me with nothing...."

He smiled wide displaying a mouthful of white teeth. "Good girl, maybe you're not as stupid as I think you are...once again: why are you telling me this?"

"You give me what I want—money and this house, and you can spend one night in bed with her—you can deflower your own daughter."

He laughed out loud then caught himself. "So you are willing to sacrifice your daughter's maidenhead to me for mere creature comforts? You want to pimp out your daughter for money?"

The way he said it made her uncomfortable; it made her sound like a horrible mother. Jennifer's virginity was the only bargaining tool she had. It was either that or Jennifer and John and herself would be homeless and penniless—living in poverty. When weighing those options her proposal didn't sound so bad to her.

"What am I supposed to do?" she said, "...work at Wal-Mart and live in a trailer park? I can't go back to that life—I won't."

His smile was gone now. "Does Jennifer know about this? Is she part of this scheme?" 

"Of course not—she has no idea."

Achmed stroked his chin, thinking, then the businessman inside took over. "All right—let's make a deal—I get her for one week—not one night."

"No, ah...three-nights..." she countered.

"My dear," he said, "I'm going to give you enough money to last you the rest of your life—I am going to use her for one week, or we have no deal."

Judy stared into her husband's lust-crazed eyes and swallowed. She hated the way he said 'I am going to use her', but what could she do? 

Jennifer will forgive me—over time, she told herself.

"One week—no longer," she heard herself say.

The next few days Judy tried to remain as calm as possible. Achmed had come home one night and announced his sick mother would be in Florida for health treatments and wants to meet her granddaughter. It was decided they would fly out Friday morning and stay one week in Miami.

Judy was surprised when her young daughter seemed pleased and eager to make the trip alone with her stepfather. They had never been close. Up until she began developing into a woman he never paid her the slightest attention. 

Achmed brought home a pile of paperwork from the bank. He carefully explained to Judy what the papers meant. The papers were completely foreign to her, but when he showed her the numbers, the exact amount of money she would be receiving, her breath caught in her throat. She was about to become a very rich woman.

"Don't forget you need to be at the bank at 1pm on Friday to sign the final papers," he told her. It seemed like she'd already signed all the papers she needed to but she told him "Of course I'll be there—I'm not a child, Achmed."

And to make sure the whole plan didn't fall apart, Judy insisted her son sleep in a different bedroom. She wasn't going to take any chances that his horny prick might accidentally find its intended target.

"Mother, I love him—I want to be with him," Jennifer pleaded.

"Dear, he's still upset after what you said to him—give him a few days on his own, okay?"

"BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME WHAT TO SAY."

"I know, dear...I may have been wrong...for now, it is for the best...."

"She doesn't want me in her bedroom?" her crestfallen son asked. He had tears in his eyes.

"Darling, it's only for a short time...don't worry, Mommy will take care of you...."And she did every day after Jennifer left for work.

It was Thursday night, the first night Achmed came home in time for dinner. They sat around the table enjoying a roast, and casual conversation.

"Daddy, can we go to the beach? I've never seen the ocean," asked Jennifer. She was visibly excited about flying to Florida the next morning.

"Certainly, Princess...you are going to experience many new things...."

A cold chill ran up Judy's spine when he called her daughter 'Princess'. Achmed had called her that right up to the night he took her own virginity.

It was getting late. Judy made sure the kids went to their separate bedrooms then she joined her husband in theirs. 

She undressed and was about to pull the flannel nightgown over her head when Achmed said in a bone-chillingly cold voice: "Don't bother with that, bitch—you are going to entertain me one last time."

When he was nude he stretched out on his back on the king-sized bed and spread his legs wide. "Get on your knees between my legs, you big-titted Slut...."

"Don't talk to me that way—I'm not your office bimbo."Her pulse quickened—he was in one of those moods; his enormous cock was already standing straight-up.

His face contorted into the most terrifying sneer she'd ever seen: "YOU STUPID CUNT—ONE PHONE CALL FROM ME IN THE MORNING AND THE DEAL IS CANCELLED...NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK MY BALLS...."

She hadn't considered this possibility. She thought he was tired of her, that he would want to save himself for Jennifer. 

Judy steeled her nerves and resolve. She was so close to being a rich woman she could taste it. She wasn't going to ruin it now. She kneeled between his legs and went to work with her lips and tongue. The better she did—the quicker he would cum.

It soon became apparent to her that this would be a long night. When finally her saliva coated every inch of his scrotum he ordered her to lick his cock. By the time he told her to suck him off she was more than ready to comply. 

She forced her lips wide over his glans and tickled his smooth flesh with her dancing tongue. Her small hand stroked his shaft harder and faster. When his hips began to involuntarily thrust upwards she greedily sucked his cock even faster.

His cockhead expanded her lips to their limit; she licked at his slit and pumped her closed fist up-and-down as fast and hard as she could. 

"EAT MY CUM, YOU WHITE WHORE---SWALLOW IT ALL, SLUT...."

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to swallow fast enough; her mouth filled quickly with his cum then she swallowed over-and-over. She had never experienced this amount of cum spurting from his cock. 

By the time his hips came to rest her jaws were sore. His slick and shrinking prick slid from her mouth and she immediately licked his cock clean of any excess cum. She knew the penalty if she failed to clean him properly.

Suddenly he pulled his legs back exposing his anus to her view. 




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 01



"EAT MY ASSHOLE, CUNT---PRESS YOUR WHITE TRASH FACE AGAINST MY HOLE---LICK THE WALLS OF MY ASSHOLE---NOW, YOU BITCH...."

OH MY GOD, her mind reeled. NOT THIS AGAIN. She groaned with self-pity as she never hesitated and pressed her lips against his anus then snaked her tongue into his asshole. She coated the sandpaper-like walls of his asshole with a mixture of her saliva and his cum. It was all she could do to keep from gagging on the foul-smelling aroma coming from his asshole.

It seemed to her an eternity before she finally managed to get his cock hard once again. At least my pussy will finally get some relief, she thought to herself.

She heard the bedside table drawer open and looked up in time to see her husband reach into the drawer and pull out the small jar of her facial cream. His arm extended to give her the jar.

She automatically took it from him and wondered what he wanted her to do with it.

The hair on her neck stood straight when she saw the evil, thin smile on his face.

"It is past due I break your other maidenhead...place your knees on either side of me and raise yourself until my cock is in line with your asshole--you will not refuse me this tonight unless your virgin asshole is more important to you than twenty-million dollars...open the jar and coat your middle finger with the cream...then you will push your finger into your asshole and lubricate it for my cock...."

"DARLING—NO-NO---PLEASE---FUCK MY PUSSY, OKAY? NOT THIS---PLEEEEZZZZZZ...."

"I have grown weary of your pussy--it is old and worn out—this is all you have remaining that is of any interest to me...do as I say or you will live your remaining days kneeling in dark alleys giving two-dollar blowjobs to homeless men in order to survive...."

The blood drained from her face. Why was he being so cruel to her? She had given him the best years of her life; she'd never seen such a look of contempt on the face of another human being.

"Sweetie—darling, please...your cock is too big—it will kill me."

He chuckled and said, "Kill you? No, it won't kill you...you will feel a great deal of pain—I am looking forward to hearing your screams--but no—it won't kill you...I will give you a choice: you will either slide your virgin asshole up-and-down my cock until I discharge inside you, or you will not receive one penny of my money---what will it be, cunt?"

Tears clouded-over her pretty blue eyes. She knew there was no choice. The rest of her entire life depended on this moment. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath; she resolved to mindlessly obey whatever sick and demented demands he made of her.

Judy dipped her long middle finger into the jar and coated it with the cream. She found it rather awkward but she discovered it was easier if she approached her anus from behind. She shivered when the cold cream touched her tiny rosebud.

"Look me in the eyes, bitch—always look your Master in the eyes when you pleasure him...."

Master? My God, the man is insane, she thought. 

She stared into the narrow slits of his eyes as she pushed her finger deeper into the depths of her forbidden region, coating the walls of her rectum with the cream. She withdrew the finger and dipped it once again in the jar of cream then pressed it to her anus. This time, it was much easier to slide the finger into her hole.

"In all these years you have never shown the proper respect an Arab man expects from his wife...when we are in this bedroom together you will address me as 'Master'. Do you understand, my pretty White Slave?"

"Y-Yes, Master...." she meekly replied. 

Her mind became numb to his voice; she would obey him without protest. Suddenly, her brain developed a mantra that she would repeat to herself over-and-over for the rest of the night---'twenty-million-dollars'—'twenty-million-dollars'—'twenty-million-dollars'....

"Finger-fuck your asshole, you cunt...."

"Yes, Master," she said as her intruding finger rapidly obeyed him. She smiled to herself as the mantra seemed to help. She stared into his cold, dead eyes but saw nothing.

"ENOUGH," he shouted. "Take the head of my cock and insert it inside you."

"Yes, Master," she said. Her small hand found his huge cock and pressed the large mushroom-shaped cockhead against her virgin anus.

She briefly panicked, wondering how-in-the-world she could get that thing inside her but she pressed on; oblivious to her thoughts and feelings; hearing only her mantra in her head.

"Relax your hole—it will slide in easily when you loosen your anus...." he instructed.

She found it wasn't easy. She grunted and her face contorted in pain as she lowered her anus onto his prick. Slowly, she pressed on—lowering herself onto his cockhead an agonizing quarter-inch at time. 

She felt the walls of her asshole expand and stretch as his cockhead entered her rectum for the first time. There was a great deal of pain, but she fought through it until his entire glans was inside her. She felt like she'd achieved some sort of victory. 

"My pretty Slave, you may relax for a few seconds until you become accustomed to the size of my cock in your bottom...."

The pain had subsided; her sphincter muscles completely relaxed. 

"Now lower yourself until you take my entire cock inside you—when you feel my pubic hairs on the flesh of your ass, you will stop and await further instructions---do you understand me, my White Whore?"

"Y-Yes, Master...."

Inch-by-inch she lowered herself down his cock. She felt every vein and ridge and while she thought it was even more painful than childbirth, she stopped herself from crying out; she refused to give her husband the pleasure of hearing her scream.

Twenty-million-dollars--twenty-million-dollars--twenty-million-dollars....

She thought it would never end. Her asshole was stretched beyond its limit but she continued to press down on him. Finally, when she felt his wiry pubic hairs on her asscheeks she cried out.

"I DID IT, MASTER—YOUR COCK IS INSIDE ME...." Tears of pain flowed down her cheeks. For a brief moment, she felt real pride in her accomplishment. 

He smiled at her and flexed his cock, expanding it in her rectum; enjoying the priceless look of sheer agony on her tear-streaked, pretty face.

"Now my big-titted slut, reach behind you and hold and massage my balls with your hand...."

"Yes, Master". She obeyed him immediately. His scrotum felt heavier than usual in her hand.

"With your other hand reach down and finger-fuck yourself...I want to watch you play with your cunt while I sodomize you...."

"Yes, Master." Twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars....

She was surprised to find her vagina soaking wet. She slowly ran her fingers up-and-down her pussy-lips.

"Very good! Now commence fucking...raise yourself until the head of my cock is still inside you—then lower yourself all the way back down---do you understand me, you worthless piece of White Trash?"

The tears began to flow freely down her face. "Y-Yes, Master---I understand you."

She never realized how sensitive the walls of her asshole were. There was one especially large bump on his cock that caused her great discomfort as it scraped her most intimate flesh, but she was determined to end this degradation the way he demanded; with a flood of his hot cum deep inside her bowels.

Disregarding her own pain, she slid up-and-down his cock faster and harder.

Twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars....

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, CUNT?"

Her mind had been completely focused on making him cum. She thought she'd heard something but didn't know what he had said.

"I'M SORRY, MASTER," she quickly cried out.

"YOU'RE A WORTHLESS CUNT—AREN'T YOU, SLAVE,"

"Y-YES, MASTER,"

"YES, WHAT, SLAVE?"

"I'M A WORTHLESS CUNT, MASTER."

"YOU ARE A COCKSUCKING, ASSHOLE-LICKING, WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRAILER PARK TRASH—IS THAT RIGHT CUNT?"

Oh God, please make this stop. "YES, MASTER...I'M A COCKSUCKING, ASSHOLE- LICKING, WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRAILER PARK TRASH."

She was openly sobbing now as she frantically fucked her asshole up-and-down his throbbing cock trying to make him cum. 

Twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars....

Suddenly her rectum became numb to the pain as she frigged and pinched her engorged clitoris between thumb and forefinger. Her head rolled side-to-side; every nerve in her body seemed to be alive and screaming-out with a flaming-lust and passion she'd never known before.

She found herself forcing her loins down harder and faster on the magnificent pagan cock in her asshole. Her hand stroked and kneaded his huge balls; her breasts danced before his eyes, nipples hard as steel. 

She heard a voice in her head; a gentle voice commanding her; she obeyed the voice; with one final thrust she impaled herself hard on the thick pole in her rectum. She pinched her clit and her body was wracked with a series of violent shuddering and shakings.

"I'M-CUMMMINNGGGG-MASTER---I'M-CUMMING-WITH-YOUR—BIG-BROWN-ARAB-COCK-IN-MY-WORTHLESS-WHITE-ASSHOLE---I'MMM-CUMMMMINGGGG-MAASSTTTTEEEEERRRRRRRR...."

When his deluge of cum flooded her rectum it prolonged and intensified her mind-shattering orgasm. Wave-after-delicious-wave of extreme pleasure washed over her heaving and quaking body. She clung to her orgasm hoping it would never end. She wanted to ride his wonderful cock into the sunset—to live forever with his thick hardness trapped inside the clasping walls of her newly awakened asshole.

"Yes...I suspected all along you would love my cock in your ass...I just didn't know HOW MUCH you would love it...." he said in a voice dripping with contempt. "Have you forgotten what to tell me, cunt?"

And even though he was forcing her to say it, she realized she truly meant it: "Thank you for fucking me in the ass, Master."

Her breathing was finally returning to normal; she shook her head and opened and closed her eyes to clear the fog from her mind. She was still on top of her husband, her knees spread obscenely wide on either side of his body. She was acutely aware of his eyes staring at her wide-open vagina.

She felt a sudden urge to pee and extricated herself from her husband's body and scrambled off the bed. He caught her by the wrist and held her so tightly it hurt her.

"Where do you think you are going, my White Slave Girl?"

"Achmed---I mean 'Master'—sorry---I need to pee—please let go of my arm...."

A strange smile crossed his lips; it frightened her. "You are going nowhere...your Master wants to sleep now...you will lie down on the floor beside the bed and sleep there tonight...."

"No, please—you can't be serious—Master---I HAVE TO PEE...."

"SILENCE CUNT," he shouted as he gripped her arm so hard she cried out in pain. "ARE YOU DEFYING YOUR MASTER?"

OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD---WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? Her mind screamed in anguish.

"NO MASTER---I'M SORRY MASTER—I'LL OBEY YOU MASTER...." She cried then softly added: "...but I have to pee."

"Lie down on the floor...if you can't wait until morning I guess you will soil yourself as you lie on the floor...."

Oh my God, this can't be happening, she thought, as she slowly sank to the carpeted floor beside the big bed. 

"HERE," he said as he threw her a bathrobe. "Cover yourself with this...."

She was grateful she didn't have to lie on the floor all night completely naked.

She was tired, but wide awake when his snoring began. The pressure to urinate was overwhelming; at first, she figured she would sneak to the bathroom after he fell asleep. Now, she wasn't so sure. 

What if he woke up and caught me? I can't risk ruining everything over a simple matter of peeing...

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay there and relaxed her bladder. Fortunately for her, sleep came quickly thereafter; but she spent the rest of the night lying on a carpet soaked with her own cold urine.

In her mind as she drifted into slumber she repeated the words: Twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars—twenty-million-dollars....

She thought she was dreaming. Someone was pulling at her long hair; she swatted at the hand entwined in her hair then she heard his voice.

"WAKE-UP, CUNT...." he shouted and gave her hair one last violent tug.

"WHAT THE HELL?" she screamed. It wasn't until she was fully on her knees before she was completely awake.

Her body shivered from the cold. The terrycloth robe hadn't provided her with much cover or warmth. Her eyes focused on her husband's limp organ and ball sac, hanging low between his legs. This time a cold chill ran up her spine not from the cold, but at the prospect of what he would make her do next.

"You flatter yourself, you cunt...." he said contemptuously.

Puzzled, she replied, "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, you said you didn't want to have to work at Wal-Mart and live in a trailer park...Wal-Mart has standards, what makes you think they would hire a stupid cunt like you?"

She heard him chuckle above her. "So, my little Slave Girl, this will be our final moment alone together...what can we do to make it memorable for the both of us?"

She looked up at her husband. He had obviously showered and shaved, and she saw his clothes laid out on the bed.

"I have an idea," he said grinning down at her. "Why don't you beg me to allow you to lick my asshole? Yes...that would be perfect...I want to remember you with your tongue licking the inside of my asshole like the worthless Trailer Park Trash you really are...."

He saw the confused, bewildered look on her face and screamed: "BEG TO LICK MY ASSHOLE, CUNT---I WANT TO HEAR YOU BEG."

She would have normally been outraged; defiant, but she found an inner calm that was new to her. 

She heard herself say: "Please, Master—I want to lick your asshole...."

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, BITCH---LOUDER."

"PLEASE, MASTER---PLEASE--I BEG YOU—PLEASE LET ME LICK YOUR ASSHOLE...."

And when he turned around and bent over and presented his backside to her, she immediately pulled apart his cheeks and buried her face between his legs. With her lips pressed to his anus, her long tongue dove into his asshole. She licked and lathered the walls of his asshole until she was ordered to stop.

He pushed her head from his ass and turned to face her. She'd never seen such evil in anyone's eyes. He spit at her; a green wad of saliva and phlegm struck her between her breasts.

Once again, she should have felt outrage and humiliation, but she felt nothing. She had seen the clock on the bedside table; in a little over four hours, she would become a very, very rich woman. Nothing would interfere with that now.

He never said a word so she remained waiting on her knees while he dressed. From time-to-time he stopped and stared at her breasts.

Finally he said: "The only thing I'll miss about you are your tits, you Worthless White Whore...."

When he was dressed and approved of himself in the mirror he said: "Put on that robe and follow me."

The robe was damp with her urine, and an overpowering foul odor struck her senses as she cinched the robe closed. When she tried to stand her legs wobbled and she fell to the floor. It was then she noticed the tremendous pain in her lower regions.

Her husband laughed loudly and proclaimed, "Yes, that is how all women feel the morning after I've given them a good ass-fucking...."

She unsteadily followed behind her husband as they went downstairs and out the front door. She walked with great difficulty. 

Johnny was standing near the open rear door of the limousine that belonged to her husband's company. When he saw her condition his jaw dropped and his mouth opened wide. 

"W-What happened?" was all he could say.

Judy knew she looked horrible and smelled even worse but she pressed a finger to her lips to quiet her young son. Achmed slid into the rear seat and closed the door. When Judy peered into the car to see her daughter, her eyes filled with tears.

"MOTHER??" Jennifer asked wide-eyed; staring in disbelief at the sight of her disheveled mom..

"Princess," Achmed interrupted, "...she is fine," he said reassuring the young girl. "Princess, I am sure you understand the passion and desire a husband and wife have for one another before they are to be separated for a period of time...."

"EEUUUWW...." she said as her pretty face became beet-red; she turned her head and looked the other way.

"Now, dear," he said to Judy, "don't forget to be at the bank by one o'clock—it's very important you sign the final papers today."

Her face never changed expressions as she replied, "Oh, you can be sure I'll be there earlier than that...."

He gave her a slip of paper. "Here is my mother's phone number—call later, after we get there...."

Then he gave her a little smile and motioned for her to lean into the open window so he could whisper to her. Her nerves twitched but she leaned inside the car and felt his hot breath in her ear.

"My little whore, I want to leave you with one last mental image...picture your sweet and innocent young daughter squatting over my cock the way you did last night..." He kissed her cheek then added: "Thank you for giving me your daughter."

He abruptly raised the window forcing Judy to yank her head out of its path. Before she could say 'goodbye' to Jennifer—the car sped off on its way to the airport.

With tear drops falling from her watery eyes, she looked at the rear of the speeding car and said, "Please forgive me, my baby...."

Judy looked at her watch and calculated they would be fifteen minutes early for her meeting with the banker. She sat back in the seat and for the first time in a long while felt safe and secure. Her confidence was slowly returning, too.

After Achmed and Jennifer had left, she soaked in a hot bathtub for a full hour. It took that long to clean the stench of her ordeal from not only her body, but her mind, as well.

She looked over at Johnny as he drove the car. He was still being a 'good little boy' by obeying her command not to talk. 

He was so cute once the car carrying his wife had sped off, she remembered. He rushed to her, wanted to hold her, wanted to comfort her. She told him all she wanted was a bath; and no conversation until she was ready. He hadn't said a word since.

He parked the car in the bank parking lot and she leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and told him to stay in the car. 

She walked briskly through the front door at 12:45, almost ran into a man who was leaving, then walked to a desk and announced to the girl: "I'm Mrs. Faisel, I have a one o'clock appointment with Mr. Hallstrom."

The girl looked up at her with dead-eyes and said, "Mr. Hallstrom went to lunch—that was him leaving just now...."

"What do you mean? We have a one o'clock meeting."

"Well, no ma'am, you were supposed to be here at eleven..."

The hair on the back of her neck stood straight. An icy cold shiver raced up-and-down her spine. She immediately turned and ran for the door. Once outside, she searched the parking lot. She ran at a car getting ready to drive away. She prayed to God it was Hallstrom.

The bespectacled older man lowered his window. "Ma'am, may I help you?"

"I'm Mrs. Faisel, we have a meeting today...."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness you're alright, we thought something dreadful had happened to you."

"Why would you think that?" she asked.

He narrowed his eyes and gave her a puzzled look: "Well, how else would you explain why a person would miss signing papers that would give them twenty-million-dollars? Who in their right mind would miss that meeting?"

"No-no-you're wrong---MY HUSBAND TOLD ME THE MEETING WAS AT ONE O'CLOCK," she said frantically.

When she saw the blood drain from his face it drained from hers, too. The absolute look of sorrow and despair on the man's round face told her everything she needed to know. The pain she felt was worse than if a knife had been plunged through her heart. 




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 01



The banker had never seen someone have the life sucked out of their soul before his eyes. He quickly said, "Let me park the car...we'll go inside and talk...."

Judy sat across from the banker at his desk. He was shuffling papers, showing Judy her signature on many different papers, and explaining what each document meant. She didn't understand any of it. All she knew for sure was that she was not now, nor ever would be a rich woman. 

Worst of all, the stark reality of what she had done brutally slapped her across the face: she had given over her only child to a sexually sadistic, monster of a man. 

May the good Lord protect my little girl, she said to herself.

"Mrs. Faisel? Ah...Mrs. Faisel, are you listening to me?"

Judy thought the lights were too bright as she tried to focus on reality.

"Yes...yes, Mr. Hallstrom...you were saying?"

When she looked him in the eyes his gaze fell to the papers on his desk. He wiggled and squirmed in his chair.

"Mrs. Faisel, since you verified these are, indeed, your signature, I'm afraid I have to...I'm afraid everything is in order...you will not receive the money because this paper was not signed by noon today—that is the law—you agreed to it by signing this other paper here...I have no choice in this matter...and well...."

"Well, what? Mr. Hallstrom?"

"By not signing this paper, you also...ah, you have lost your house, as well...I'm very sorry, but the agreement is quite clear and binding...."

Three days, she thought. Three days to pack fifteen years of her life and move to who-knows-where?

"Three days is not a lot of time to find somewhere to move all my furniture and belongings, Mr. Hallstrom," she stated flatly.

"Well, ah, Mrs. Faisel, the bank now owns not only your house, but everything in it...here, see this paper...I'm sorry but the only items you may remove from the house are literally—just your clothes."

"And Mrs. Faisel...effective at 12:01pm today...all of your credit cards have been canceled...."

She sat in stunned disbelief. She wondered if Achmed was going to leave her with anything at all.

"...and, once again, I'm very, very sorry Mrs. Faisel but this paper says you own a Cadillac—is that true?"

And the answer to her question was a resounding NO.

"Yes, it's in the parking lot...my son drove me here...."

"I, ah...I'm not sure how to say this, Mrs. Faisel, but...since it is a mobile asset and could easily be manipulated, we're going to have to confiscate the car immediately...I'm very sorry...."

A full minute passed before she was able to speak.

In a small voice she asked, "How are we supposed to get home?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to make other arrangements...I'm very sorry Mrs. Faisel...you know, this could all have been avoided if you'd gotten here an hour earlier."

The banker turned beet-red realizing he misspoke: "I'm so sorry...I'm very, very sorry...."

Before she knew what was happening, a security guard was standing beside her. 

"Johnson here will escort you to the vehicle...you can remove any personal items, and then if you would...please give him the keys."

That was it. In just ten minutes, fifteen years of her life was washed away, and her entire future was ruined. 

"Oh, I almost forgot..." he said as he handed her an envelope.

"Mr. Faisel was here yesterday and wanted me to give you this...I'm so sorry, ma'am...have a good day."

It was the longest walk of her life. Johnny had seen the security guard with her and had jumped out of the car as she approached.

"W-What's wrong, Mommy? Why do you look like that?" he asked with a scared look on his face.

"Dear," she said, "it seems there will be some changes coming in our lives...give the man the car keys."

"What? Why? He can't take our car," he said defiantly.

"GIVE HIM THE KEYS," she screamed.

The boy wore a stunned expression as he reluctantly gave the keys to the guard. Judy looked around and saw a bench on the corner at the bus stop. She walked toward the bench, the boy followed closely behind. 

When she sat down she said, "Johnny, do not do or say anything...just sit beside me and stay quiet...Mommy has some thinking to do, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy," he softly said with a look of serious confusion on his face.

OH MY GOD—WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO NOW? Her mind screamed in anguish.

Ugly images of hardcore, mind-numbing poverty filled her head. She pictured the ramshackle trailer she grew up in with her mother; the hunger she went to bed with; their toothless, leering neighbors taunting her; Crazy Larry following her everywhere she went; the drunken bums her mother brought home who tried to crawl into her bed when they were done satisfying themselves with her mother.

She buried her face in her hands and wept softly. Johnny moved closer to her and put his arm around her. He silently stroked her back and shoulders until she ran out of tears.

She fumbled around inside her purse. When she found the number she was looking for, she pressed the digits and waited for an answer.

"HELLO," a female voice shouted at her.

"Verna...this is Judy...you said to call you if—"

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH? WHERE IS YOUR GODDAMN HUSBAND? IS HE STILL IN TOWN, OR DID THE BASTARD GET AWAY?"

"Verna, what's wrong? What happened?" she asked. "He left—he went to Florida,"

"FLORIDA? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU STUPID TWAT—HE'S GOING TO SAUDI ARABIA AND HE'S TAKING HIS LITTLE SLUT WITH HIM."

"DON"T CALL MY DAUGHTER A SLUT—SHE'S A GOOD GIRL AND—"

"YOUR DAUGHTER? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? HE TOOK JILLIAN WITH HIM---HE TOOK HIS OFFICE TRAMP WITH HIM...."

Now Judy felt real fear—cold, hard, palpable fear; the roll-up-into-a-ball and hide-in-a-corner-and-pretend-you're-invisible kind of fear.

"PLEASE CALM DOWN VERNA---PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?" she shouted into the phone.

"Oh my God—he's got your daughter, too? What a sick and greedy pervert---one little white girl isn't enough for the bastard...."

"VERNA---PLEASE---WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

She heard the woman breathing hard into the phone. "Judy, your bastard husband closed-down the company a couple hours ago...everyone got fired...his goons came in and made us all leave...two-hundred people out of work...the fuckers never even gave us our final paychecks...."

"Well, how do you know where he went? He told me he was taking Jennifer to Florida to meet his mother."

"HIS MOTHER? HIS MOTHER DIED WHEN HE WAS TEN YEARS OLD..." Judy heard bitter laughter from the woman. "Jesus Christ, girl—I'm so sorry...he took'em both with him? Good God, that rat-bastard kidnapped both Jennifer and Jillian and is flying them half-way around the world to do God-knows-what to those poor girls...I'm so sorry, Judy...."

Judy couldn't deal with that image now. She had to get that thought out of her mind.

"Verna," she softly said, "...the asshole sold the house and the car and left me and Johnny with no money or credit cards—we're sitting at a bus stop—we don't even have bus fare home...."

After a short pause Verna said, "Tell me where you're at, dear, I'll come and get you."

Judy was about to put her phone in her purse when she remembered the slip of paper Achmed had given her. She recognized the prefix as the Miami area and wondered whose phone number it was so she called the number.

A woman's voice answered and said: "Liberty City Wal-Mart—how may I direct your call?" 

Her face was ashen white as she dropped the phone into her purse. She looked at the envelope she was still holding in her hand. The envelope Achmed had given the banker to give to her. With trembling fingers she opened it and read:

Dear Cunt,

As you read this we are probably still in the air flying to my family compound in Riyadh. You may now also be aware we are not alone. Yes, my slut receptionist is accompanying us on the trip, as well. 

Once I arrive home, there will be a wedding. A marriage has been arranged between a local girl and myself; it is my families fervent wish I produce offspring to continue our proud heritage. My bride-to-be is very young, with many childbearing years ahead of her. My personal goal is to produce twenty children from her.

Since my wife will be busy attending to the children, I will need to find entertainment elsewhere. This is why your daughter and the office slut are important. They will be my concubines and provide me with countless amusements and pleasures for many years to come. 

I am especially looking forward to stretching Jennifer's young pussy, and repeatedly sodomizing her mouth and asshole. And with your daughter's pedigree, I am sure she will grow accustomed to, and become proficient at sucking Jillian's pretty little red-haired cunt.

My Big Brown Arab Cock is stiff with anticipation. 

In closing, I want to offer a sincere Thank You. My original idea was simply to take your daughter by subterfuge, and reward you handsomely for your loss. You could have lived out your life in luxurious style. Instead, you saved me millions of dollars. 

Upon hearing your repugnant plan, I was so repulsed and sickened that you would sell your own daughter for money; I decided you needed to be punished. 

I have a feeling your coming years will be filled with misery, and most likely venereal diseases. 

Below you will find the names and phone numbers of my closest countrymen living near you. You have met them all at parties, and they all expressed an interest in fucking your cunt and asshole, and to have you on your knees sucking their Big Brown Arab Cocks. Treat them right, and they will be very generous to you. I have no doubt that you will soon be contacting each and every one of them.

Accept the fact that you will never see your daughter again. Do not even try. Your attempts will be futile, but if you succeed in causing me anger, I will make your daughter's life even more miserable than your own.

Good luck with your life---you are going to need it.

A.F.

Oh my baby—oh my baby---oh my poor baby. Be strong, sweetie—I'm going to find you, my darling girl. Mommy is going to find you and bring you home.

Just then Verna drove up and honked the horn. Johnny opened the front door for Judy and she climbed inside the car; he sat in the backseat. 

They sped off for the last time to Judy's beautiful mansion.

Jennifer gazed dreamily out of the window at the clouds; they looked like giant pillows to her; she wanted to reach out and capture their essence in her tiny hands.

She was giddy with joy that Daddy had chosen her to make this trip with him. She wanted more than anything to spend more time with him. It didn't matter that he was in first class and she was sitting in the middle of the airplane. 

From time-to-time he came back and sat beside her; held her hands and kissed her cheeks; telling her what fun they would have together. Whenever he stood to return to his seat she could see the telltale bulge in his pants. She was both scared and thrilled that he reacted to her that way. 

When she had boarded the plane and waited in her seat, she watched all the people filing down the aisle. If they were going to Miami like Daddy had said, it seemed very odd to her that except for one or two others, everyone on the plane appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent. 

The only other girl on the flight was a cute redhead who was sitting somewhere far behind her; when she had passed-by earlier, their eyes inadvertently met, and they smiled at one another. She seemed nice.

Near the rear of the plane the pretty redhead wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into. She was beginning to regret her decision to fly to Saudi Arabia to meet Achmed's mother. It seemed like an awful long flight just to follow a family tradition. 

And who is that blonde girl sitting so many rows ahead of her? She couldn't tell for certain, but it looked like Achmed kept leaving his first-class seat to sit next to that girl. She began to have a real uneasy feeling about this whole trip.

Up in first class, Achmed sat back with a pillow over his lap to hide his arousal. He was deep in contemplation. Tonight, he would definitely use one of his girls to relieve his erection, but which one should it be?

Was it too soon to break his stepdaughter's hymen? And how would he go about it? He couldn't imagine she would willingly open her legs for him; he may have to take her by force; which had a certain appeal to him, as well.

Then there was Jillian. He loved her enthusiasm, and also the skillful way she used her lips and tongue. Her pussy was fresh and tight—that was a possibility. But she too still had a cherry to pick. He pictured her squatting over his loins; a look of abject fear in her eyes, knowing how painful the taking of her rear virginity would be.

Whoever he chose for the evening, he knew he would enjoy her. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep; basking in the inner glow and pride of knowing two of the prettiest white girls he'd ever laid eyes on were now and forever his personal property.



Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 02



When Verna returned to the sofa with their third glass of wine she sat so close to Judy their thighs touched. Verna gazed at the younger woman and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her perfume. 

Damn, she thought, Judy had only gotten prettier over the years. Some women truly are their most beautiful when they reach their thirties. 

Verna slid her hand around Judy's shoulder and stroked the soft flesh of her upper arm. 

The pretty blonde leaned in closer to the older woman. Verna had been so nice and comforting -- allowing her and Johnny to stay at her house -- the years of animosity between the two of them faded from her mind.

When Verna kissed Judy's cheek the pretty blonde smiled at the tender gesture.

Maybe things won't be so bad for her and Johnny. If they could live with Verna for a while, maybe they could build a new life. It wouldn't be the lavish lifestyle she'd become accustomed to, but she didn't need the garish luxuries money could buy to live a fulfilling life.

Verna gazed at the creamy white flesh of Judy's thigh below the hem of the short skirt. She placed her hand on the silky skin of her upper thigh and slowly stroked the hot flesh. 

So smooth and soft, she thought. She felt her panties moisten with her growing excitement. 

It had been a long time since she'd been with another woman, and on that night, she'd been forced to play the submissive role contrary to her true nature. 

Not tonight, she said to herself.

Yes, Verna thought to herself, inviting this blonde bitch and her dullard son to live with her was going to work out just fine, and maybe even pay big dividends as well.

Between the wine and Verna's soft caressing of her flesh, Judy relaxed and finally felt safe and secure. The horrible events of the day disappeared and she began to feel hopeful.

When she felt Verna's hand on her thigh, her legs tensed and closed, but she soon decided the older woman was just soothing and comforting her.

With the growing heat and wetness in her pussy, Verna couldn't wait any longer. She began to unbutton Judy's blouse.

At first, the pretty younger woman didn't understand what her older friend was doing, but when the third button on her blouse was undone and she felt a cool rush of air on her upper body she was awakened from her reverie.

"W-What are you doing?" she asked in a high-pitched squeal.

Verna chuckled, kissed Judy on the cheek, and continued to open Judy's blouse until all the buttons were undone. She cupped a bra-encased breast in her hand and lightly squeezed.

Judy tried to push away from the older woman but she had a strong grip on her shoulder and held her firmly in place.

The tenderness was gone from Verna's voice. Judy was overcome with panic and fear when she saw the look of bitter hatred on the older woman's face. Verna suddenly became old and ugly before her very eyes. 

"Listen to me, you little cunt -- if you and that simple-minded boy want to stay with me you're going to pay one-way or another...I know you don't have any money, so I'll let you earn your keep with that pretty mouth of yours!"

Oh my God! What is going on here? She's sweet and nice and all of a sudden she's mean and nasty to me? Why is she doing this?

"Take off your bra...I want to see those big tits that your husband raved about all these years!" 

"Verna, please -- no, I can't do that -- Johnny and I will pay you when we get jobs...why are you acting like this?" Judy said as calmly as she possibly could, considering the circumstances.

A thin, cruel sneer crossed Verna's lips. The older woman reached beneath a sofa cushion and showed Judy a piece of paper.

"Does this look familiar, bitch?"

The look of fear and horror on Judy's face and in her eyes caused Verna to laugh out loud.

"W-Where did you get that?" Judy demanded to know. She recognized it as Achmed's final letter to her.

"Well, dear, when you were soaking in the bathtub I went through your things...imagine my surprise when I read this letter," Verna said with condescension in her voice and a smug expression on her face. 

She continued: "I've done many things in my life I'm not proud of and would rather forget -- but I've never done anything as despicable as selling my own daughter's virginity to an Arab pervert -- your husband -- her own step-daddy, for God's sake! You should be in prison for what you did!"

"You don't understand," cried Judy. "He was going to leave me for another woman -- we would be broke -- my daughter would have nothing!!"

Judy buried her face in her hands and broke down. Verna was afraid her loud sobbing would awaken the boy in the next room.

"Quit crying, bitch...you don't deserve to shed tears...you were going to pimp-out your only child for money...you're the lowest form of animal I've ever met!"

"Y-You don't know how sorry I am -- it was all a mistake -- I want my baby-girl back -- I want her here with me more than anything in the world!"

Verna handed the trembling blonde woman a tissue and Judy dabbed the last of the tears from her face.

When Judy was able to speak she asked, "What...what's going to happen now? What are you going to do with that letter -- please don't show it to Johnny!"

Verna relaxed and inwardly smiled. She had the pretty bitch right where she wanted.

"So, the boy doesn't know what you did to his wife?"

"Oh, God no -- no one knows!"

"Except me and your husband -- and he's living half-way around the world...well, dear, if you want to keep this horrible secret just between the two of us I would suggest you do whatever I tell you to do...you know, Achmed was a big man in this town. He knows all the powerful people -- he was very important -- think about the huge scandal it would create if I gave this letter to the newspaper...."

Judy's eyes opened wide and with a look of disbelief on her face she said, "You wouldn't -- would you?"

Verna chuckled and stroked the woman's tear-streaked cheeks and said, "Not as long as you're my obedient bitch...do you understand what that means?"

The color drained from the pretty blonde's face as she answered, "Yes...I know what it means...."

"Good girl...now then, like I said before -- take off your bra and show me your big tits!"

Sometime during the middle of the flight Jennifer realized they weren't going to Miami. She became restless and felt uneasy. The next time her father came back from first-class to sit next to her she asked him about it.

"Princess," he said. "I wanted to surprise you, but I guess you figured it out. We're going to Saudi Arabia -- I want you to meet your relatives!"

When she saw him smile and heard his calm and gentle voice she immediately relaxed. She decided not to ask him about the cute red-headed girl in the back of the plane he visited a couple times. 

They exchanged a few pleasantries before he went back to his seat. She was tired but didn't think she could sleep in the awkward sitting-up position, but soon, her eyes closed and she did in fact sleep. When she awoke the plane was moving slowly on the ground.

They had arrived in Riyadh, and the young girl had no way of knowing that her father intended to keep her there for the rest of her life.

"OH-GOD-YES...WORK THAT TONGUE, BITCH...LICK MY CLIT—OH-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...."

Judy struggled for oxygen. Her nose and mouth were trapped in Verna's wet pussy by the woman's powerful thighs. When the older woman's orgasm subsided and she relaxed her legs, Judy quickly moved her head where she could breathe fresh air.

Verna laughed at Judy as she placed pillows behind her back. She sat against the headboard with hands clasped behind her neck.

"Not bad, sweetie -- for a beginner," she said to Judy. "You know though, with all the practice I'm going to give you, hell, by this time next month you'll be eating cunt like a pro!"

Judy's face flushed deep red and Verna burst out in laughter once again.

The pretty blonde was tired from her long day. She crawled next to Verna to slip under the covers.

"Whoa Bitch -- not so fast - I'm not done yet," said Verna. "Gimmee a little time to rest then I'll let you go muff-diving again."

Oh my God, Judy thought. Not again! I can't believe I thought Verna was a nice person...

"You know, dear, you can help get me in the mood a little quicker," Verna said with a wry smile on her face.

Oh my God! "W-What do you mean?" Judy fearfully asked.

"Well, dear, I've been pretty selfish -- I've had two orgasms and you haven't had any yet -- you know, I think I want to watch you masturbate -- yes, I would like to see that...turn around, lay on your back with your head by the far end of the bed so your legs are close to me."

Judy stared dumbfounded at the woman. She couldn't do that! She didn't like doing it in private, much less with someone watching her. It was one thing when Achmed wanted to watch her, but here? With a woman watching? No way....

"Verna, please -- I can't do that!" She said and held her breath waiting to see what Verna would do or say.

Verna calmly said, "I understand, dear, but we'll have to do something about your disobedience, won't we?"

Verna swung her legs off the bed and sat upright on her side of the bed.

"Do you see that big hairbrush on my dressing table, dear?" Verna asked Judy.

Judy wondered what Verna was up to. "Ah, yes...I see it."

"Bring it to me, dear."

The older woman's voice was calm and even. Judy didn't understand why she'd want her hairbrush, but she climbed off the bed and went to the table then returned to Verna with the brush; all the while acutely aware of the older woman staring at her nude body.

Verna took the brush from her and said, "Thank you, dear, now lie across my lap and get ready for your spanking."

WHAT? She couldn't be serious!

"Verna, please, be reasonable, I can't—"

"GET ACROSS MY LAP, YOU CUNT -- I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON - YOU WILL NEVER DISOBEY ME AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN THIS HOUSE!!"

A cold chill ran up Judy's spine as she scrambled to lie across the older woman's lap. Verna's tone scared her and she didn't want to risk a punishment that might be worse than a spanking.

Judy held her breath as she awaited the first smack on her naked bottom.

The older woman stared at Judy's round and shapely, creamy-white buttocks. She gently stroked the soft flesh -- so smooth to her touch. The sexy and alluring cheeks momentarily caused her to forget what she was doing. 

She shook her head to regain focus. She became mad that she'd lost control of herself. Now she was determined to turn the flesh of those perfect white globes into a mass of glowing-red, angry welts.

She raised the hairbrush high in the air and brought it down hard on Judy's quivering bottom-cheeks.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK....

Three quick strokes of the brush and the younger woman's buttocks were already turning pink.

Judy winced in pain but refused to cry out. She was not going to give Verna the satisfaction of knowing how much it actually hurt.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK....

Tears rolled down Judy's face and fell silently on the floor, but she still didn't cry-out.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK....

The young woman's body quaked and shook. The searing pain she felt made her think her buttocks were on fire. Her mind screamed in agony but she bit her lower lip to keep quiet.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK....

"PLEASE VERNA -- I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE...PLEASE STOP—YOU WIN---I"LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT---I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, VERNA...I PROMISE!!!"

Judy was sobbing uncontrollably when Verna set down the hairbrush. She stared at her handiwork: Judy's cheeks were fire-red and quickly turning purple. 

Verna reached into the bedside table and brought out a tube of cream. She squirted cream on the woman's asscheeks, and gently rubbed it into her searing flesh. 

The older woman noticed her own breathing was ragged, and her nipples were painfully swollen. She felt the juices flowing from her vagina.

She stroked Judy's battered flesh and when Judy shifted one of her legs, Verna saw an opening and began caressing the younger woman's cunt. It too was wet and overflowing.

Verna shook her head to clear her mind. She suddenly collapsed her legs causing Judy to tumble to the floor. 

Verna stared down at the sobbing woman and said, "Don't make me do that again...."

Judy sadly nodded her head in agreement; her crying prevented her from speaking.

Suddenly, Judy watched as Verna opened her legs wide. A smile played across Verna's lips as she glanced down at her pussy. Judy understood what the woman was telling her.

She knelt between Verna's legs and quickly buried her face in the older woman's pussy. She couldn't believe how wet the woman had become.

"Play with your cunt, sweetie...." Verna said softly.

Judy quickly obeyed.

Verna lovingly caressed Judy's hair as she ground her cunt into the younger woman's face. She looked down and watched Judy feverishly masturbating. That caused her even more excitement, and soon both women were shaking and crying-out their pleasure.

Verna loved watching the jiggling of the younger woman's big breasts when she climaxed. 

She's very pretty AND she needs me, thought the older woman. This arrangement has definite possibilities.

They rode in silence from the airport to her father's compound in a limousine with the two big brown men in the front seat occasionally sneaking backward glances at the pretty white girls sitting beside Master Achmed.

Jennifer still wondered who the redheaded girl was. 

For her part, the redheaded girl fumed that her fiancé had brought along a pretty blonde girl on their wedding trip. She would tell Ached of her displeasure when they reached his house.

They drove thru the city and were soon surrounded by nothing but hot desert. Twenty-minutes later an oasis appeared in the distance; a very large oasis, indeed.

"That is our family compound," Achmed said aloud to neither girl in particular.

When they got closer, Jennifer remarked to her father on the big wall completely encircling the property. 

"It is solid concrete, twelve-feet high and on top of that is another six-feet of barbed wire...no one from the outside can get in!" said her father.

And no one from the inside can get out, thought Jennifer.

When they were allowed to enter the gate by heavily armed men, they travelled a road lined with palm and tamarisk trees. 

Green grass was everywhere. Jennifer saw numerous waterfalls and park and picnic areas. She was highly impressed.

They drove by two large houses before the limo turned into the circular driveway of a third, even bigger house. The young girl assumed this was where they would stay.

Men, boys and women came out of the house and greeted her father. They all seemed excited to see him. 

They unloaded the luggage, while her father escorted her and the redhead inside. 

The redhead was agitated. She finally spoke up.

"Achmed, who the hell is this girl? Why did she come with us? You better not be fucking her too!"

Jennifer winced at her profanity. Her father appeared displeased, as well.

"This is my daughter and you will treat her with the respect her position in my household requires!" her father said angrily to the girl. "Her name is Jennifer..."

He turned to his young daughter and his hard features suddenly softened. "Princess, this little foul-mouthed girl is Jillian."

Jillian's face flushed as red as her hair.

"Oh, God -- I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to—"

"SILENCE! You and I will discuss this later," her father said through narrowed-eyes. 

Jennifer saw something in Jillian's eyes that made her believe Jillian was truly afraid of what might happen later.

They walked thru the house and not a word was spoken. Both girls understood the man was angry. He didn't say a word about the elegant rooms filled with priceless and opulent furnishings. 

Jennifer gawked and soaked in the rarified atmosphere. She was more than impressed with the original paintings and vases and statues that were hundreds-of- years-old.

Her father's family was obviously very rich and powerful to obtain so many artifacts and historical treasures. At that moment she had never been prouder to be his daughter.

They walked down a long hallway and suddenly her father stopped, he produced a key from his pocket and unlocked a door.

He opened the door and guided Jillian thru the entry way.

"You will wait in here," he said sternly. "I will teach you manners when I return!"

Jillian's eyes flew wide-open with alarm, she protested loudly but as soon as the door was slammed closed, the sound of her voice disappeared.

"The door and walls of this room are made of the finest imported oak and they are two-feet thick," Achmed casually explained to his daughter, "...sounds from inside this room cannot be heard out here -- even the screams of a frightened young girl will not penetrate the thick walls."

A cold chill ran up Jennifer's spine. Why did he tell me that? She didn't care much for the redheaded girl named Jillian, but she suddenly felt inexplicably afraid for her.

Jennifer followed her father as they climbed an ornate, brass spiral staircase and walked down another hallway. He stopped before a door that looked similar to the door of the mystery room in which Jillian awaited her fate.

She relaxed when her father opened the door and she saw a beautifully furnished bedroom, and like all the other rooms, the interior contained tasteful and expensive furniture, paintings and bric-a-brac. However, the focus of the room seemed to be the very large bed. 

From anywhere in the room the bed caught one's eyes, almost as though its importance was not to be underestimated. 

"This will be your room, my darling, I trust it meets with your approval?" he asked his wide-eyed young daughter.

"Oh Daddy! I love it!" she said with a beaming smile.

Again, Jennifer quizzically looked at the oversized bed. To her, it looked big enough for three people to sleep comfortably. 

"Wow," she exclaimed when her father showed her the bathroom.

'Elegantly feminine' was the phrase that she thought of immediately. It even smelled of fragrantly powdered women.

The furnishings were old, probably antique, but polished brightly and everything was clean. The room oozed of class and sophistication. There was even a small pool of clear blue water.

Her father took her hand and led her back towards the bed.

"Come dear, we must talk," he said. 

They sat side by side on the bed. She felt their legs touching. She was keenly aware of her father's size and strength sitting so close to him. He was a powerful man and she felt small and vulnerable beside him.

A strange and curious thought briefly entered her pretty head. She wondered if her father had ever made love to a woman on this bed. It occurred to her the bed was made to accommodate a man of her father's size.

"Darling, I will get straight to the point," he said as his brown eyes bore into his attentive daughter. "The girl you met, Jillian, has come between your mother and I. Divorce proceedings have begun, and in all likelihood, I will never see your mother again."

The girl's eyes opened wide in shock. "Daddy, that's terrible -- I didn't know...is there any way you and Momma could get back together? Is there anything at all I can do?" she asked.

Achmed took her small hand and lightly stroked her flesh. 

"Princess, your father is not a perfect man...I succumb easily to temptation...the pretty redhead invited me between her open legs and I was too weak to refuse...sweetheart, your father prefers the soft and supple flesh of a younger woman to that of your mother...there will be no reconciliation."

Feeling the heat from her nubile body so close to his, Achmed's manhood gradually stiffened inside his slacks until a very noticeable 'tent' appeared. 




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 02



Back in America, he would have shifted his body to prevent his erection from being detected. Now that he was home, he wanted his daughter to see his excitement. He reveled in the sexual freedom of the males in his family's compound.

"Princess, the woman you met when we arrived, Marya, will be here shortly...she will help you undress and bathe, and will assist you in getting ready for dinner tonight."

Jennifer giggled then said, "Daddy, I don't need help with those things -- I'm a grown woman - I can take care of myself."

"Indeed you are a grown woman," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "...but, please allow Marya to perform her duties. Everyone in this household has tasks and jobs to perform, and Marya has assisted and instructed young girls for my family for many years."

Achmed rose, walked halfway to the door then turned and faced his daughter. 

"Princess, you are my most precious possession - I want you to learn from Marya. She will teach you the traditions and expectations of our family...you will learn from her the role you are to play here...I have instructed her to tell you everything! She will answer all your questions and you will be expected to follow her advice and teachings."

Jennifer was silent -- her face flushed; she felt somewhat frightened and confused. 

Confused by her father's strange words, and frightened by the large bulge in his slacks that she tried her best not to look at, but....

When Achmed saw his daughters eyes glance at his erection, he said, "Earlier, you asked if there was anything you could do...I will tell you now my Princess, that yes, there are many things you will be doing for me -- and if you follow Marya's guidance and teachings -- you will live in splendor and comfort the rest of your life, I guarantee it!"

Then he added: "I must go now and attend to the redheaded-slut!"

Jillian's heart raced wildly and she gasped and choked for air. The more she explored the room in which she found herself, the more scared she became. 

There were leather-covered tables and benches, most with attached restraints. The shelves and cabinets contained a wide variety of ominous-looking whips and other devices used for punishment.

The girl visibly shuddered with fear. Even with her limited knowledge of the subject, she understood the purpose of the room: to inflict maximum pain upon an unwilling victim. 

Jillian observed the room was much larger than just the area that she was in. When her eyes became accustomed to the lone, starkly bright light-bulb, she squinted to the other side of the room. 

She saw four large mattresses positioned on the floor around what appeared to be a child's rocking-horse. 

Upon further examination she confirmed it was a rocking-horse, but much taller and longer than the type a child might enjoy riding.

"What the hell is that doing here?" she said aloud. 

Suddenly, she heard a key unlock the door - she nearly leapt out of her skin in abject panic and fear.

Her fiancé and two other men entered -- the same men who'd ridden in the car from the airport. She became acutely aware of how physically small, and powerless she was.

"Sweetheart, I'm very sorry for what I said -- I didn't mean anything by it -- I was tired by the long trip -- please forgive me!" she said in her most girly voice. 

The voice she'd used many times to gain jewelry and other expensive gifts from Achmed.

Her fiancé stared at her through narrow-slits in his eyes. Once again, her body quivered with fear.

"Disrobe," he calmly said to her.

She didn't think she heard him right. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"STRIP NAKED, YOU CUNT!" he shouted.

"You can't talk to me like that! I won't stand for it! I am leaving this room and I want a ride back to the airport -- I'm going home!" she said defiantly and she started for the open door.

Achmed snapped his fingers and the two men grabbed the girl and forcefully carried her further into the room. They tore at her clothes; she tried in vain to fight them but they were too strong for the girl; they violently shredded her clothing until she stood naked.

When she heard the heavy oak door close, she howled in protest. 

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS -- I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!!"

She watched her fiancé walk to a cabinet .She gasped when she saw the contents.

Whips of various sizes and material; she watched in horror as Achmed quickly selected a whip. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw what he'd selected: it looked more like a leather belt than a whip. Long and relatively thin, it appeared far-less hurtful than the other whips in the cabinet.

Her initial assessment of the whip was soon proven very, very wrong....

Her father had only been gone a couple minutes when Jennifer heard the heavy bedroom door open then closed shut.

She recognized the woman who entered the room -- she was part of the group that had welcomed them when they arrived.

The woman smiled and said, "Good afternoon, I am Marya, I believe you are expecting me...."

The woman had a pleasant voice, and she was quite beautiful, for an older woman, thought Jennifer. Her copper-toned face was without a blemish, and her long, jet-black hair had the very faintest streaks of grey. Jennifer couldn't pinpoint her age - she could have been anywhere from thirty-to-fifty. 

"Your father has given me explicit instructions on what I should say to you, and -- what I am to teach you, as well."

Marya appeared to be a calm and rational person and Jennifer felt relaxed with her.

"Does that include answering my questions?" Jennifer asked.

"Absolutely...now, it is not my intention to scare or frighten you, but I must tell you certain things to prepare you for your new life here...."

"My 'new life here'?" said Jennifer. "I am on vacation with my father, and will return home in a week."

Marya slowly shook her head then said, "No, dear, this is not a 'vacation', as you call it -- you will live here for the rest of your life...."

A lump in the girl's throat stopped her from talking; she gasped for air.

Oh my God, thought Jennifer. She doesn't want to scare me? Too late!

"Jenny," said Marya, "...yes, I like 'Jenny' better than 'Jennifer -- that will be your name with me...."

Jennifer objected to how the older woman never asked permission to change her name, but she didn't say a word.

"Anyway, Jenny, what do you think is going on around here? What have you observed?"

The question caught the girl by surprise - she didn't think anyone here would be interested in hearing her opinions or thoughts.

"Well, my father told me we were going to Miami, and when I saw the plane filled with Middle Eastern-type people I knew that was a lie...and on the plane, when he divided his attention between me and that redheaded girl, Jillian, I assumed he was sleeping with her..."

"Very good. Why do you think be brought her here?" Marya asked.

"Father told me he is divorcing my mother and he said Jillian was the cause of it...Jillian is wearing an engagement ring that I'm guessing my father gave her but I don't think he has any intention of marrying her -- I think that was a story to get her to come here."

Marya smiled and said, "You're not only pretty -- you're smart, too! Why did he bother bringing her here?"

Jennifer blushed and softly said, "I think it has to do with sex...she seems kind of slutty and my Dad likes that...."

Marya laughed and said, "Very good...why do you think he brought you here?"

Jennifer's face turned a dark crimson; she lowered her eyes when she spoke.

"I think he wants to have sex with me, too...."

"What makes you say that?" asked Marya.

"Do I really have to talk about this stuff? I mean, it's personal and private!"

"Jenny, dear, you will learn very quickly that women in this country have no privacy...men here do not value modesty and virtue in a woman -- in public yes, but absolutely not in their bedrooms -- you will be taught to perform acts and say things that you never would have thought possible...with me you can say anything as long as it is honest or comes from your heart."

Marya approached the girl and stroked her blonde hair.

"You are a sweet girl," Marya said softly. "I can tell by the expression on your pretty face that you don't believe a word I say, but I would feel terrible if after our talk you still believed something that just is not true, so I will say this one more time: you will be living here forever! You will never go home again!"

Jolts of pure fear raced through-out the young girl's body and mind. 

The tone of Marya's voice -- the sad look on her face -- the realization of what Jenny heard finally sank in.

"That can't be right -- this is the 21st century -- women have rights!" exclaimed the indignant Jennifer.

Marya simply said, "Not in this country, My Sweet Girl...."

Jennifer began to softly cry. She allowed the older woman to hold her; comfort her. She had just met the woman, but for some reason felt safe with her.

"Let's continue, dear, why do you think your father wants to have sex with you?"

The girl wiped away tears as she stared at the beautiful, older woman. Jennifer decided she trusted and liked her.

"Well..." began Jennifer, "...the past couple of years he's looked at me differently than he did when I was younger..."

"Jenny, be specific when we speak -- I will not tolerate word-games just to shield your supposed innocence -- give me proof that he wants to have sex with you."

With a beet-red face Jennifer said, "His, ah...his 'thing' becomes hard whenever he's near me!"

"His 'thing'?" Marya mocked. "Do you mean his penis? His cock? His prick? His dick? His organ? His member? His manhood?" 

"Y-Yes, yes, all of those...."

"Well then -- be honest with me," Marya said softly. "Jenny, I want you to say this to me --I want you to say, 'Marya, my Daddy's cock gets hard when he's near me -- go ahead -- SAY IT!"

"Marya, m-my D-Daddy's cock gets hard when he's near me...." Jennifer's voice cracked as she spoke.

"Good girl," said Marya, "...see how easy that was? Now say this: Say, 'Marya, I want my Daddy to fuck me with his big, hard cock -- go on -- SAY IT!"

Tears welled in Jennifer's eyes. Her hands trembled and the blood in her veins ran hotter.

"It's true, isn't it? SAY IT!"

"Marya, I want my Daddy to fuck me with his big, hard cock...."

"LOUDER-JENNY--- TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, GIRL!!"

"MARYA, I WANT MY DADDY TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG, HARD COCK...."

"You want to feel him inside you -- don't you? SAY IT, GIRL!"

"OH-MY-GOD—YES—I WANT TO FEEL HIS HARD COCK INSIDE ME---I LOVE HIS BIG COCK---I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME HARDER THAN HE FUCKS MY MOM..."

"Oh my God, I can't believe I said that -- I'm a slut just like Jillian...oh my God...."

Marya held Jenny tightly in her arms and kissed her forehead. 

She gazed into the girl's watery eyes and said, "You and Jillian are here to be his concubines...."

Jenny stared into the older woman's eyes. She knew Marya was telling her the truth.

The young girl asked, "Isn't that just another word for 'sex slave'?"

Marya's face remained without expression as she said, "Yes it is, dear -- your Daddy wants you to be his sex slave, and I am here to properly train you for your new life...."

"Oh my God, Marya...what should I do?" Jenny asked in a high-pitched squeal.

"My Sweet Girl, the first thing to do is remain calm -- think with your head -- your fate has been sealed, you must think logically about your next move...more importantly, the sooner you accept your new role in life, the easier it will be for you...please trust me, I know this from experience."

Jenny's eyes opened wide. She exclaimed: "Oh my God, Marya -- you mean that you—"

Marya placed her finger over Jenny's lips to silence the girl.

Marya pulled Jenny's face close to hers and they kissed on the lips; a long, lingering kiss. Jenny shivered and clung tightly to her new-found friend and teacher.

No matter how Judy shifted and squirmed on the couch, her seared bottom-cheeks were a painful reminder of the older woman's domination of her. 

Verna gave Johnny a shopping list and money. 

It was the first Judy had seen of her son since the previous evening, but he didn't say 'Hi', and it seemed to her he refused to even look her way. 

When Verna gave him the car keys and he turned to leave, Verna asked, "Aren't you forgetting something, sweetie? Remember what we talked about earlier?"

The boy went to Verna, careful not to look at Judy; he bent over and kissed the older woman on the mouth. When Judy saw the kiss she heard warning bells go off in her head.

Then, to her horror and chagrin, she heard her son say: "T-Thank you for letting me fuck you, Miss Verna."

The older woman gently cupped his jean-covered crotch and squeezed.

"Sweetie, if you do a good job and get everything on the list I might let you fuck me again. Would you like that, dear?"

His face was still beet-red as he avoided Judy's eyes, but his own eyes lit-up as he said, "Oh God -- yes -- Miss Verna!"

Judy's face flushed and she stared at the floor. She heard the door close behind Johnny.

Suddenly she felt Verna's arm around her and the woman pulled her close. Verna's hot breath was in her ear. She felt her tongue dart in and out of her ear until she shivered.

"Wow!" Verna whispered in her ear. "You may be the most perverted woman I've ever met...I'm impressed -- you're more depraved than I am!"

Judy leaned forward and buried her face in her hands as Verna continued talking.

"As you now know, I paid a visit to your charming son while you were soaking in the bathtub...it doesn't take much for the boy to get a hard-on, does it? Heh-heh, look who I'm talking to -- of course, you know all about that, don't you?"

Verna continued: "Why didn't you tell me you taught him how to fuck? I must say, you are a good teacher -- he's very considerate, he told me he wasn't allowed to cum until 'Mommy' came first...you make him call you 'Mommy'? Oh my, that's deliciously dirty and filthy...you are one nasty cunt, aren't you?"

Verna stroked Judy's hair while the younger woman softly wept. 

"Well, dear, things are certainly changing in your life, but all you need to remember is that I'm the Queen Bee now - you and the boy are my worker-drones...and you know something? That boy is a great fuck -- his cock is far too valuable to be wasted on your skanky pussy...sure, when he's not fucking me maybe I'll allow him to use your mouth and asshole, but from now on, your cunt is off-limits to the boy!"

Judy had never heard such talk. Her ears burned while bitter tears stung her eyes. She was completely at this woman's mercy but she had no mercy -- no compassion -- no sense of decency. 

This woman was going to continue to defile and degrade Judy and there wasn't a single thing she could do except to obey and go along with her abuse. 

"You know, dear, I do feel sorry for you so I'll tell you what -- I'll give you one last romp in the sack with the boy -- yeah, why not? I'm in a good mood...when he gets home you're going to take him into our bedroom and fuck his brains out, and I think I'd like to watch you in action -- I'll hide in the closet and watch how a professional cunt seduces an innocent boy..."

Verna opened the robe she wore; she was naked underneath.

"Dear, I'll tell you what I want you to do with the boy this afternoon while you're eating my snatch right now -- I still have a lot of the boy's cum inside me - I'm sure you'll recognize the taste - now get on your knees, bitch, and make me cum!"

Two-hours later, Judy paced back and forth on the living room carpet. Her bottom was still too sore to sit on the scratchy material of the couch. 

As per Verna's instructions, she wore a white, diaphanous babydoll nightie with no bra and no panties. Every time she walked past the mirror she looked at herself. 

Her body was the only thing about her that she was proud of anymore. Her large breasts were still firm and upright, her belly was sleek and smooth; her perfectly tapered legs led to her freshly-shaven pubic area. 

For a brief moment, she felt like the innocent eighteen-year-old she once was.

When she heard the front door open, she turned to face her son. He fumbled with the packages he was carrying and didn't see her right away. When he finally saw her he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh my goodness -- jeez, I, ah...."

"Baby, Mommy needs you bad -- do you want to fuck Mommy today? Verna's gone and it will be like old times -- tell Mommy you want to fuck her, baby...."

"OOhhhhh Mommyyyyy -- yes, I want to fuck you bad...."

"Bring all the packages inside, sweetie -- Mommy will be waiting for you on the bed...."

"OOOOHHHHHH...." He groaned as he hurriedly set down the packages he carried and ran outside to get the rest.

Judy walked into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. 

"Good girl...you sounded very convincing..." she heard Verna say from the closet. "...of course, a slut like you really doesn't have to act, does she?"

The walk-in closet was lined with mirrors, and Judy saw her reflection, but she couldn't see where Verna was hiding.

"I want the boy to see you playing with yourself when he comes into the room...fondle your big tits with one hand, and finger your cunt with the other...."

Oh my God, thought Judy. The humiliation just won't end!

She knew better than to disobey the older woman and she went about her assigned task with the enthusiasm she knew Verna expected. 

By the time Johnny ran into the bedroom and saw what she was doing to herself on the bed, her nipples were hard and her pussy dripping wet.

The boy tore his clothes off in record time. When Judy saw his rock-hard cock she smiled and told herself everything would be alright.

Verna checked the angles of both cameras to make sure everything that took place on the bed would be captured on film. She'd already done a sound check so everything was ready to go and she sat back against the closet wall and enjoyed the show thru the two-way glass of the long mirror.

The older woman opened her robe and caressed her breasts and pussy. She surprised herself with a quick series of small, but intense orgasms. She was careful not to make a sound.

Over the course of the next three-hours, Judy discovered something new about herself. Whatever she and Johnny were doing, the thought of Verna watching them greatly increased her excitement.

Great, she thought. On top of everything else, now I'm an exhibitionist, too!

Judy followed the carefully orchestrated script the older woman had planned for her; even so, the younger blonde had never been so excited with her son. 

Their lovemaking became a blur. She went from one activity to the next with seeming ease and naturalness.

She sucked the boys cock until he discharged in her mouth. She caressed his balls and licked the walls of his asshole until his virile, young prick stiffened again, at which point she rode him hard, cumming twice before he shot his load deep inside her.

Then she had the boy plead out loud for her to tongue-fuck his asshole a second time. She had the boy say many disturbing things to her, all at Verna's direction. 

When she had gotten Johnny's cock hard one more time, she begged him to fuck her in the ass. That was definitely Verna's idea; Judy did not appreciate anal sex, even though this time she enjoyed an explosive orgasm.

By the time Judy completed Verna's script, she was exhausted. Johnny wanted to take a nap with her, but she told him "No, baby, Miss Verna will be home soon -- you should go to your room -- Miss Verna is very nice to us; we don't want to make her mad."

The boy agreed and went to his room.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 02



The second the boy left the bedroom, 'Miss Verna' hurried out of the closet, and climbed onto the bed. She directed Judy to lie on her back, and she immediately sat on Judy's face.

For the next forty-minutes Judy was forced to use her lips and tongue on Verna's pussy and asshole. Judy, inhibitions be damned, fingered herself to three more orgasms. 

Judy fell asleep with her head resting on Verna's bosom. The older woman thought of various plans and schemes that utilized the talents of Judy and the boy; then she too dozed-off with a satisfied smile on her face.

Jenny stood perfectly still while Marya undressed her.

"Marya, what's in that room downstairs where Daddy made Jillian wait?" the young girl asked innocently.

She heard the dark-haired beauty gasp. 

"What room, dear, what are you talking about?" Marya asked with genuine concern.

Jenny explained what had happened and how her father locked Jillian in a room with strange tables and straps, and how he'd told her he'd be back to 'teach her some manners.'

Jenny felt Marya shiver.

"That means it has begun," she answered in a small voice.

"What? What has 'begun'?" Jenny asked.

"What it means, sweet girl, is that Jillian's 'training' has begun already," she quietly answered Jenny.

"What kind of 'training' are you talking about? What is happening to Jillian?" Jenny inquired.

Jenny saw the expression on Marya's face and it scared her.

"Because I promised to answer all your questions I will tell you about 'The Exercise Room' this one time -- never ask me about it again, do you understand?"

Jenny began to regret she asked. "Yes, I understand," she said.

When Jenny stood naked before Marya, the copper-skinned woman drank in the beauty of Jenny's soft and creamy white flesh.

Marya took Jenny's hand and guided her into the bathroom. 

"It's time for me to bathe you, my sweet girl."

Jenny furrowed her brow and asked: "Where?"

Marya pointed to the deep pool of clear blue water. 

"Walk down those steps at the end...."

"I thought it was just a pond," laughed Jenny.

Marya held her hand until Jenny was submerged in shoulder-high water. Jenny exclaimed the water to be a perfect temperature and Marya released her hand.

Jenny stared as Marya removed her simple cotton dress. She wore nothing underneath. Jenny was startled to see the older woman possessed a magnificent, brown body; flawless, and unblemished. 

Jenny blushed when Marya caught her staring.

"Do not be embarrassed, darling," Marya said, "...admiring another woman's body is healthy and natural here...and I must say it is very flattering, as well...I'm glad you like what you see -- it will be much easier for you."

"Easier? In what way?" asked a puzzled Jenny.

Marya climbed into the water and approached Jenny. She held Jenny's buttocks in her strong hands and pulled the girl close to her. Jenny was startled by such an intimate embrace.

"My sweet girl," Marya said as she stood over Jenny; she was three-inches taller than the girl. "I have asked-for, and received permission from your father for your favors...."

Jenny asked, "What does that mean?"

Marya lightly kissed Jenny's lips and said, "My darling, that means when your father is not enjoying your charms, you will be with me."

Marya saw the confusion on the young girls face and added: "You will be my concubine, as well as his... as a matter-of-fact, this is my room and you will live here with me."

Jenny was speechless. It hadn't occurred to her that in this culture she could belong to a man AND a woman. The girl felt a curious warmth in her loins as she gazed into Marya's beautiful, brown eyes.

Oh my Sweet Jesus, she thought. What will ever become of me?

While Marya sensuously washed Jenny with a scented sponge, the young girl suddenly remembered Jillian, and 'The Exercise Room', and asked Marya to tell her about it.

Marya spoke to the girl in hushed-tones, as if somehow someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"First off, it is a silly name...the only muscle the men 'exercise' in there is the one hanging between their legs...."

Jenny giggled at the description and Marya frowned at her. Jenny quickly regained her composure and stayed silent.

"The mere mention of the room strikes gut-wrenching fear into the hearts and minds of every female in the land...for males, it is the opposite: the room has been glorified and romanticized to beyond mythological proportions...men talk constantly of bringing obstinate or misbehaving women there to 'correct' their attitude and behavior...teenage boys masturbate to the fantasy of subjugating a favorite female in that room...."

"Raise your arms," Marya instructed Jenny. 

The girl was so caught-up in the story that she didn't understand what Marya was saying. Marya forced the girl's arms upward then washed her underarms. She then moved the sponge to the young girl's pear-shaped breasts. The older woman was surprised when she encountered Jenny's stiff nipples, but said nothing. 

"To my way of thinking, the room represents pure and unbridled evil...it takes only one trip to the room for a woman to lose her modesty, her virtue, her free-will, her identity and her sense of independence...repeated trips to that room - a woman totally loses her soul...."

"This isn't the Middle Ages -- how is this possible?" asked an alarmed Jenny.

Marya smiled weakly at the girl and kissed her cheek.

"Oh my sweet, naïve child...yes, women in your country have made great strides to equality -- I always wished I could go there...not so in my country -- women still belong to men...we have the most sexist country in the world...men are human beings and women are objects...."

Marya moved the sponge lower and casually told Jenny: "Open your thighs, darling...."

Jenny expected to feel the sponge wash between her legs, but instead, Marya's hand pressed against her mound. The older woman ran her middle finger up and down the girl's pouting slit.

"You're very wet, my sweet girl...I truly hope the story of that horrible room didn't enflame your passions...I would have to seriously wonder about your emotional stability if the picture in your minds-eye of women in agony made you feel lustful...."

Jenny blushed then immediately felt Marya's finger enter her pussy only to be stopped by her hymen.

"OW -- please don't do that!" Jenny complained.

Jenny reached down and pushed away the invading finger.

Marya had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at the girl.

"You are a married woman, is that correct?" she asked Jenny.

Jenny blushed; she knew where this was leading.

"Well, yes, but, ah...."

"Is your husband impotent?" she asked.

"No -- no -- not at all...he's just a little inexperienced..."

A wry smile formed on Marya's lips. "Oh, I see...your husband sprays his seed BEFORE he enters the garden...."

Marya saw the sad expression on the young girls face. She tilted her chin upwards, and kissed her long and hard. Marya was delighted when the girl kissed her back.

What Marya didn't mention to the girl was that her finger didn't slip inside her by accident. No, she was told by the girl's father to confirm her virginity, and she was merely performing one of her duties.

Marya climbed out of the pool first and dried herself. She then motioned for Jenny to stand beside her. Jenny felt the luxuriousness of the cloth as Marya dried her from head to toe.

"Marya?" Jenny said softly.

"Yes, darling -- what is it?"

"What do you think my father is doing to Jillian?"

Jenny regretted the question the moment she saw the pained expression on Marya's face.

There was a long silence then Marya said, "He is teaching her to become the kind of woman he wants...."

Jenny wasn't sure why, but that answer scared her more than the silence.

Marya dried Jenny's hair then absentmindedly brushed her hair with slow and deliberate strokes. 

Jenny sat at an antique dressing table stared into an old, beautiful mirror. Marya stood behind her brushing her hair. The two women were still naked and Jenny giggled.

"What's so funny, my sweet girl?" asked Marya as she stared at Jenny in the mirror.

"I've never been bare-naked with another girl for so long -- I like it!" she giggled again.

Marya smiled and said, "Get used to it -- we'll be naked most of the time we're in this room -- which means most of the time, period!"

"Why do you spend so much time in here?" asked Jenny.

Marya sighed and said, "Well, darling, do you have a penis between your legs? No? Too bad...if you had a penis you would be free to come and go as you please..."

The older woman gave Jenny a plain white cotton dress and told her to put it on. 

"Darling, you look wonderful!" Marya's face lit-up as she studied Jenny's curves.

The young girl thought the dress was too tight. Her breasts forced-out the material; and when she saw her rear-view each buttock was clearly outlined by the tight fit. It looked rather immodest to Jenny.

"Your father selected all your clothes," Marya explained. "You will wear whatever he desires."

The older woman began to feel sorry for Jenny. Marya herself never lived in freedom; she never made her own decisions or choices. She was accustomed to be totally dominated and dependent on men.

Jenny on the other hand, grew up making her own choices and decisions. Jenny knew what freedom felt like. Right now Jenny acted like losing her freedom wasn't such a bad thing, how would she feel after a month or a year?

Marya prayed the young girl wouldn't lose her mind and say or do something to offend her father. She was fully aware of how brutal and sadistic Achmed could be when he was not pleased with a woman.

"Is it almost time for dinner? I'm getting hungry," asked Jenny.

"When you hear a knock on the door -- that will be our escort...we are not allowed to go anywhere without an escort," Marya said, hoping she didn't sound like she was complaining.

The knock came a few minutes later.

Marya opened the door and was face-to-face with Akbar, a dark brown giant-of-a-man. 

"Good evening, Miss Marya -- how are you tonight?" he asked. Jenny thought she saw the man drooling when he spoke.

Marya gave him a quick, fake smile and pulled Jenny along with her. The girl was aware of the big man's wide eyes staring at her breasts. He scared her. She stayed beside her older friend.

It was a long walk to the dining room. Jenny's eyes drank in more priceless artifacts along the way. It occurred to her she never really knew her father's family had this much money.

The dining room took Jenny's breath away; a long, polished, wooden table with two separate, but equally expensive chandeliers hanging over head. The cutlery, glassware and fine china were antique, as well.

Akbar showed Jenny a chair and pulled it out for her to sit. 

"Thank you," she said, smiling at him. He was still staring at her breasts.

Jenny watched as Akbar and Marya walked away from the table. 

"Marya," Jenny said loudly, "sit next to me."

"We eat in the other room, dear," Marya said, as she and Akbar disappeared thru a door.

Jenny waited five long minutes before her father appeared from the door where she last saw Marya.

It would be just the two of them eating at the table big enough to seat twenty people.

Her father came up behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Princess, you look absolutely ravishing!" he said. His eyes sparkled in the light from the chandeliers.

"Sweetheart, do me a favor and stand up and show me your dress...I wasn't sure if I bought the right size -- I'd like to see for myself," he said with an impish grin on his face.

Slightly embarrassed by the tightness of the dress, Jenny awkwardly stood as her father unashamedly examined her front and back.

"Princess, you look beautiful in white -- so chaste -- so virginal...."

Four servants scurried about bringing food and clearing dishes for the two of them.

Jenny hadn't eaten since morning and she devoured everything that was placed in front of her. More than one time she caught her father looking at her breasts.

She couldn't explain it, but she felt the heat within her rising.

They made small talk and spoke about her growing up. Her father regaled her with stories she couldn't remember and she found herself laughing at his silly anecdotes. She was having a wonderful time.

While they were eating dessert, Jenny asked, "Where is Jillian? Is she alright?"

He looked at her startled then suddenly grinned and said, "She's fine, dear, after dinner you will see for yourself."

When they were finished, Achmed assisted his daughter in standing, and while they waited for Marya and Akbar, he placed his hand firmly on her right-buttock and squeezed.

He whispered in her ear: "You are a very pretty girl, Princess...soon you will be a very beautiful woman...."

Jenny's voice caught in her throat.

Marya and Akbar suddenly appeared and they exchanged pleasantries with Achmed before walking back to their room.

When they reached their room, Akbar playfully slapped Marya's butt and said, "Next time Master offers me a woman -- I am going to ask for you!"

They roared with laughter and he left and the women entered their room.

"What was that about?" asked Jenny.

Marya shook her head and said: "Akbar was castrated by his previous Master...."

Jenny saw nothing funny about that.

Marya went to Jenny and lifted the dress over the girl's head. Marya removed her dress, too. The females embraced and kissed and Marya whispered in Jenny's ear.

"In a few minutes you will receive your first lesson...we are going to watch Jillian satisfy your father...when you see the marks on her body do not cry out or feel sorry for her -- it is now part of her life as a concubine..."

The young girl shivered from both fear and anticipation.

Jenny watched Marya pull a short, silk nightgown over her head then motioned for the girl to follow her outside on the deck overlooking the gardens.

"What am I going to wear?" Jenny asked.

"You will remain naked - it serves as a constant reminder of your status and position in this family and how vulnerable your life has now become...come with me."

Jenny expected to be cold when she stepped outdoors, but was pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the desert night.

The room next to theirs could clearly be seen outside on the patio, and just like in their room, the huge bed was the focal point in this room, as well. Only this bed was just ten-feet from the large window.

Marya arranged a loveseat close to the window. Their view couldn't have been closer. It reminded Jenny of sitting in the front row of a movie theater. 

"B-But won't they be able to see us?" Jenny asked nervously.

"This is two-way glass. We can see them, but they can't see us. However, they can hear normal speaking voices from out here so you must remain as quiet as possible -- from now on we will speak only in whispers."

No sooner had they sat down the front door of the room opened. A stout, portly and unpleasant looking servant named Safia entered with Jillian, wearing a red silk robe, following close behind.

"Do not anger that woman," Marya advised Jenny, "unless you wish to kneel before her raised skirts and drink from her hairy grotto."

"Eeuuwwwww...." Jenny said softly.

"She is also quite skilled with the spanking paddle...."

Jenny felt Marya's hands pushing at her legs. 

"Lesson number one: always keep your legs apart when you are in the company of your Master or Mistress," said Marya. She then kissed the girl on her cheek and added: "And always remember that I am your Mistress!"

Jenny felt a strange thrill when her pussy was exposed to the gentle breeze of the warm night air. Marya's hand rested on her inner thigh, helping to keep her legs apart.

"Your open legs signify your availability to serve and provide pleasure to your Master at all times," Marya whispered in her ear. "Take note I did not say 'your willingness to serve' -- your Master does not care whether you spread your legs for him through free-will, or through the use of force -- some Master's prefer the later -- it fuels their lust!"

Jenny felt a sudden rush of panic. This was so intense she began to feel overwhelmed. 

Marya could feel Jenny's trembling body and began to softly stroke and caress her tender white flesh. She kissed the girl's cheek and stroked her hair.

"Relax, my sweet little girl...you will see and hear much tonight, but do not think you have to memorize and imitate all you learn -- that is why I am here for you...."

Jenny was thankful for Marya's explanation.

The two women seemed to walk right up to them. Jenny was nervous before she remembered they couldn't see the two of them sitting outside the window.

Jenny examined Jillian's face. She had been freshly scrubbed and made-up, and there were no outward signs of fear or trepidation. In fact, her eyes had a 'dead' quality about them.

The woman barked an order at Jillian and the girl immediately opened her robe and Safia pulled it off the redhead's soft, white shoulders. Jillian stood nude before the two women.

Marya presciently clamped her hand over Jenny's mouth to prevent Jillian from hearing her gasp of shock and dismay when the ugly purple welts on Jillians buttocks and outer thighs were exposed to Jenny's horrified eyes.

"Do not waste too much pity on the girl," Marya whispered in Jenny's ear. "I am confident you will soon be wearing those very same markings." 

Marya's pronouncement caused a long, involuntary shudder to course thru Jenny's body. The young girl suddenly felt very cold.

"Sit on my lap -- I will keep you warm."

When Jenny was comfortable on Marya's lap, the older woman told her, "Open your legs as wide as possible -- as if you are showing Jillian your pretty cunt."

"Oh my...." Jenny sighed as she did what she was told.

Safia had Jillian look at herself in the mirror, knowing full well that anyone outside the glass would be getting an up-close look, as well. Marya studied the whip-marks on the redhead's flesh. 

Achmed's stroke of the whip left a discernible pattern on the girl. Marya had seen enough to know that all men left their own unique markings on the women they possessed. 

The older woman wasn't just 'confident' of her prediction to Jenny, no, she knew for certain Achmed would not be able to resist the urge to be the first man to not only defile his daughter sexually, but he would also want to be the first man to thrash and whip her without mercy; to transform his daughter's tender white flesh into a mass of red and purple welts and cuts.

Marya closed her eyes to shut out the brutal image. She encircled the girl's body with her hands and gently caressed and fondled her firm, up-thrusting breasts until the girl's nipples responded by standing proudly erect.

They heard Safia speak and Jillian turned around and opened her legs wide showing what appeared to be a thousand tiny paper cuts on her inner thighs.

"Those are the cruelest cuts of all," Marya told Jenny. "They will burn her skin for several days and whenever she tries to close her legs she will experience a stinging pain."

Safia had Jillian remain standing before them. The older woman reached around the pretty girl until her hands neared her pubic area. Boldly, and knowing she had an audience, Safia's fingers opened the closed lips of Jillian's sex. Her pinkness was there for all to see.

Jenny thought she detected a smile on the older woman's face.

Then suddenly, not expecting to see this, Jenny watched in fascination as Safia's fingers gently stroked the young girl's labia; it seemed to moisten before their very eyes.

Both females watched in wonderment as the lips of Jillian's pussy flowered open under Safia's skilled fingers. 




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 02



Jenny found that not only had her own breathing become labored, but her vagina was now wet with her womanly juices.

Suddenly, in the background, the door of the bedroom opened and Jenny's father walked into the room wearing an intricately-patterned robe made of the finest cloth.

Safia removed her hands from the girl, and the women heard her tell Jillian, "Get in position for your Master!"

Jillian moved to the end of the bed and fell to the floor on her knees. She clasped her hands behind her lower back; arched her back until her breasts were thrusting outward; then lowered her eyes until she was staring at the floor.

"Remember how she looks -- this is the position you will assume whenever your Master enters or exits a room," Marya whispered to Jenny.

The girl watched as her father slowly sauntered before the kneeling girl. Jenny felt a thrill run up her spine when she noticed her father was wearing the slippers she had gotten him for his birthday.

Her father spoke down to the girl.

"Who are you?" he asked in a calm voice.

Jillian raised her pretty face until her eyes locked onto his. Jenny thought she saw moisture (maybe tears?) forming in her eyes.

"I am your White Slave Girl!" she replied.

"Who am I?" he asked in a sterner tone of voice.

"You are my Brown Arab Master -- I will obey and serve you any way you deem to use me!" Jillian said. There seemed to be a combination of fear and excitement in the girl's sparkling eyes.

Marya said to Jenny: "You will use those exact words -- never forget them!"

"For what purpose are you here?" her father asked the trembling girl.

"I pray to Allah you grant me the privilege of satisfying your every sexual desire!"

Jenny found herself perspiring as she listened to those heady words. She couldn't believe this was the same proud and defiant woman she had met just hours ago.

Marya's fingers began an incessant stroking of Jenny's now-throbbing pussy. 

Her father bent over and lightly kissed the girl's lips then he stood upright again.

"I am pleased with your words...you have learned your lesson well," he said.

"Thank you, my Brown Arab Master."

"Open my robe and service my cock with your hands and mouth!"

"Yes, my Brown Arab Master," the girl said and quickly obeyed his command.

When her father's cock sprang into view, Jennifer's heart leapt with joy; her blood burned hot. The object of her fantasies was suddenly unleashed before her eyes. She'd seen it once many years ago and it had burned an indelible image in her brain. 

Marya's fingers suddenly pinched and stroked Jenny's clitoris and her excitement quickly boiled over. The girl lost control and she cried out as she climaxed. Her body shook and gyrated on Marya's lap.

Jillian's eyes grew wide -- she heard the strange noise seemingly from just outside the mirrored glass, and, so, of course, had Jenny's father. 

"Ignore whatever sounds you may think you hear..." he instructed his kneeling slave girl. "...continue sucking my cock!"

Her father wore a wide and proud smile on his face. Jenny wondered if her orgasm had been pre-planned for his benefit.

The women watched as Jillian kissed and licked her way around her Master's long and thick cock.

"There...do you see her tongue licking below the ridge of his glans? He is very sensitive there -- remember that!" Marya said to Jenny. "And there - the underside on his shaft -- he also likes to be licked up and down the vein right there like she is doing now...she has obviously sucked his cock before...."

Suddenly, Jillian wet her lips with her tongue then slid them over her father's bulbous cockhead. To Jenny's amazement, the girl was able to take his entire glans into her mouth.

Jenny wondered if her own lips would be able to stretch that widely apart.

They watched as the red-haired girl's face moved back and forth over her Master's cock; the girl grasped his shaft with one hand and steadily stroked it; she massaged his scrotum and balls in her free hand. 

Jenny was impressed with Jillian's cocksucking skills. Her father moaned and began thrusting his hips under her expert ministrations. She studied the girl's technique -- she was determined when it was her turn, she would bring her father as much pleasure as Jillian was giving him now.

Marya's fingers increased their friction along Jenny's wet pussy lips. The younger girl's breathing became labored; erratic. Jenny abandoned all decorum as she pushed her open cunt against Marya's stroking hand. Another orgasm was fast approaching.

Jenny watched her father suddenly hold Jillian's head still and begin pumping his pulsating cock in and out of the girl's impossibly widely-stretched lips. Jillian's hand stroked his shaft faster and harder. Her tongue slobbered at his leaking slit.

Her father suddenly stopped in mid-stroke, threw his head back, and bellowed loudly then buried his spurting cock deep within his slave girl's greedily sucking mouth. 

Marya pinched Jenny's clit sending the girl skyrocketing over the edge with a mind-numbing orgasm. It took all of Marya's strength took hold onto the girl's wildly bucking and jerking hips.

Jenny and her father cried out their pleasure in unison. Their eyes closed; their bodies wracked with orgasmic spasms. 

Achmed released a torrent of cum into his slave girl's mouth. She frantically swallowed mouthfuls before his semen became just a dribble from his cock-slit.

Jennifer, eyes closed, clung tightly to her Mistress. Her breasts heaving as she panted and gasped for air.

"OH NO!" Marya exclaimed.

Jennifer opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Look at Jillian!" Marya cried with alarm.

"What? I don't see anything!" Jenny replied.

"Look at the corner of her mouth!" Marya frantically said.

Jenny had to narrow her eyes to finally see something. What she saw was a tiny rivulet of her father's foamy semen dripping from the corner of Jillian's mouth.

So what, thought the young girl, so what if a tiny amount of her father's cum escaped from her mouth?

"YOU DISRESPECTFUL WHORE -- YOU SHALL PAY DEARLY FOR THAT!!" her father shouted at the terrified, cowering girl.

Her father's angry outburst scared Jenny. She couldn't understand why he was so mad. A girl would have to be very lucky to be able to swallow every drop of the huge amount of semen he'd ejaculated into her mouth.

"YOU WHITE-TRASH-PIECE-OF-SHIT----YOU ARE ALL THE SAME!! YOU SHOW NO RESPECT FOR ARAB MEN---APPARENTLY YOUR SESSION TODAY IN THE EXCERCISE ROOM WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU---SAFIA—BRING ME THE SPANKING PADDLE----THIS LITTLE WHITE-WHORE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT ANOTHER LESSON!!"

Suddenly, Achmed remembered his daughter and Marya watching from outside the window. He pounded his fist on the glass and yelled at the women.

"GO AWAY—LEAVE HERE NOW!!"

Jenny was surprised to hear Marya suddenly say: "YES, MASTER!"

Marya moved very quickly, helping a stunned Jenny to her feet. She hustled the smaller girl into their room and closed the door tightly.

The last image Jenny would always remember was the thin, cruel smile on Safia's face as she brought her Master the heavy, wooden spanking paddle. 

The women lay trembling on the bed, holding each other tightly. Even through the thick walls of the villa, they could clearly hear Jillian's savage punishment being administered.

Their nervous bodies cringed and jerked with each SMACK of the heavy paddle as it landed viciously on the already tortured buttocks of the young girl in the next room. 

The screams of the hysterical girl filled their heads long after the spanking had ended. 

The thick walls thankfully muted the girl's sobbing, and the women lay silent, holding hands, side-by-side on the big bed. Their trembling slowly subsided.

Jenny was the first to break the silence.

"He is a monster..." she said quietly. "My own father is an animal...."

"He is not your real father..." Marya said, squeezing the girl's hand to reassure her. "He is your 'step-father' -- there is a difference...you were not conceived by his evil seed...."

"He is the only father I have ever known -- since my earliest memories he was always there for me...I listened to his every word -- his advice meant everything to me -- he raised me to be the woman I am today...I have always worshipped the ground he walked on -- Yes, Marya -- he is my real father!"

Jenny sighed and snuggled closer to the older woman.

"What happened to that man? How did he become such a monster?" the young girl asked softly.

"All of the men in his family are extremely cruel and sadistic!" said Marya.

There was a long pause then Marya asked, "Do you hear that?"

Jenny replied, "I don't hear anything...."

"Exactly!" said the older woman. "It has mercifully ended...."

They clung together for a few more minutes until Marya climbed off the bed and pulled her dress up and off -- now both women were naked. 

She looked at the pretty girl on the bed and said, "I need to relieve myself, dear -- and you?"

Jenny blushed. She remembered the crude toilet Marya had shown her how to use earlier.

"There is no other way, my sweet girl..." Marya told the girl.

Jenny followed the dark-haired beauty into the bathroom. On the far right side of the room the carpeting ended and there was nothing but earth itself. A hole had been dug in the ground and Jenny watched as Marya squatted over the hole.

Marya reached down and opened her inner lips and a torrent of hot piss came rushing out of her belly and into the deep hole.

Marya saw the young girl's embarrassment as she watched her pee.

"Darling, over time you will become accustomed to peeing this way...and watching other women peeing the same way...believe it or not, women have fun helping each other pee..." she said smiling at Jenny.

Then she added: "I should probably tell you now -- your father will want to watch you pee -- men are so silly -- they get excited by the strangest things."

When Marya finished, she picked up a sponge from a bowl of clean water and lightly ran it over her tiny pee-hole. She then straightened up and motioned to Jenny.

Jenny placed her feet on either side of the hole and reached down. There was more liquid inside her than she'd first thought. During her pee, a revolting thought occurred to her.

"Marya, what do you do when you have to -- you know -- when you have to do the other thing?"

Marya smiled and simply pointed to a large, over-sized wooden bowl in the corner. She laughed when she saw the look of horror on the young girl's face.

"If you don't like the idea of men watching you pee -- just wait until they order you to do THAT in front of them!"

The older woman laughed as the blood drained from Jenny's face.

"Women don't have any privacy in this country, do they?"

Marya's eyes lit up.

"You finally understand!" she said. "Being a woman in this country means four things: cooking, cleaning, raising a man's children and satisfying his lust -- that is all men expect from us...we are supposed to be simple, emotional creatures with absolutely no other thoughts in our head than to obey and please your man."

When Jenny finished, she used the sponge like Marya had shown her. She returned to the older woman's side. 

Marya stared into Jenny's eyes and said: "Nothing has changed for women here in thousands of years...from the time we are born until the day we die we are the property of men...our first owner is our father...if a girl is lucky, her father will simply clothe and feed her until the day he gives her to her next owner...if a woman is very, very lucky -- she will have only two owners in her lifetime; owners who will not assault her either verbally or physically, and may even treat her with kindness...to be fair -- that is how most women in my country live."

Jenny had the feeling that was not how Marya's life had gone.

"What about you?" she asked Marya. "What has your life been like? How many -- ah, 'owners' have you had?"

Marya looked down at the pretty girl and kissed her forehead.

"Do you sincerely want to know about my life? Or, are you being the polite girl your father raised you to be?"

Jenny felt hurt. "No, I really want to hear about your life...is that so hard to believe?"

Marya saw the purity and goodness in Jenny's face, and for the first time in a long time, her eyes welled with tears.

"I'm sorry to have doubted your intentions, my sweet little girl...but you see, women in my country view other women as competitors for a man's affection -- not as friends...women here have very similar stories, they have no interest in listening to other women tell theirs...."

"Please tell me about your life, Marya...."

The two women walked hand-in-hand back into the bedroom. 

Marya found matches, and began lighting the candles that were strategically placed around the bed. She turned off the electric light and the women were bathed in the soft glow of candlelight as they climbed onto the big bed.

Marya adjusted a pillow so she'd be half sitting upright against the headboard. Jenny rested her head on the woman's belly, just below Marya's heaving breasts, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

The older woman began her story: "I was one of the lucky ones...my father was a kind and gentle man -- he treated my mother and me with respect and love...he never raised either his hand or voice in anger...he wasn't a rich man, he provided us with food and shelter, but that was about all...I was very young when I made my first major discovery in life: that men think with their penis and not their heads...."

Marya looked down and saw the girl smiling in the candlelight. Jenny's angelic face tugged at her heart.

"Our house was really just a one-room shack; kitchen on one side, table and chairs in the middle, my little bed on one side, and their larger bed on the opposite side from mine - the toilet was in a small hut outside the back door...anyway, one night I had almost fallen asleep when I heard my mother say, "You know our rules -- we wait until she is playing outside." To which my father replied, "Woman, I am changing the rules. You are my wife -- we will live by my rules only -- either do as I ask, or I will insist on intercourse, and you know how noisy you are...you will wake her for sure!"

"Oh my..." giggled Jenny.

"Yes," Marya laughed, "...she really was noisy...anyway, the room was dark, of course, but when I looked over at their bed I discovered a brightness from a street lamp that shone thru the thin shade covering the window at the side of their bed...well, I suddenly saw -- in perfect silhouette - my father's long manhood sticking straight up...I knew what it was -- we all took turns bathing in a tub two-nights a week, so I had seen that strange thing dangling between his legs before, but I'd never seen it stiff -- I felt bad for him -- it looked like it would hurt him..."

The two women giggled then Marya continued:

"Suddenly, I see my mother's head in the silhouette hovering above his manhood...she stopped for a second then her head slowly went downward and half of my father's organ disappeared from my view - I couldn't understand where the other half went."

The women laughed.

"Then as her head went up-and-down and his manhood kept disappearing then reappearing the thought occurred to me that his organ might be in her mouth -- EEEUUUWWWWW, I thought -- that's disgusting!"

Marya began stroking Jenny's silken-hair as she continued.

"Anyway, I could hear them both moaning -- they were careful not to be too loud, but I heard them anyway...suddenly my father grunted and I saw my mother's hand go around his manhood and her head and hand moved very quickly up-and-down -- I guessed the tip of his organ was still in her mouth...there was a lot of movement on the bed...then finally, when my mother laid down I didn't see his stiff manhood anymore, and they both fell asleep before I did...that was my introduction to sex."

"Wow, that's amazing...did they ever do that again while you were awake?"

Marya softly laughed and said, "Just about every night my mother would use either her mouth or her hands...it became so routine that I began to lose interest and would fall asleep listening to their moans...."

"That's quite a story," said Jennifer.

"Speaking of their father's 'manhood', dear, you climaxed hard tonight when you saw your father's erection...that wasn't the first time you saw it, was it?"

"I, ah...I'd rather not talk about it...." She answered, her voice trailing off.

"I understand, darling, but remember - you are my concubine now and you will eventually tell me everything...look on the wall directly across from the bed," Marya said to the young girl.

In the candlelight, Jenny had difficulty focusing on the object she saw hanging on the wall. 

When her mind figured out what it was she exclaimed: "Oh my God!"

It was a spanking paddle identical to the one she saw Safia hand to her father.

"My Sweet Girl?" she heard Marya say.

"Yes?" she softly answered.

"You should know that I will be using that on your shapely bottom whenever you disobey me, and sometimes just for my own amusement -- okay?"

Jenny shivered. She delayed her response for a split-second before she answered in a small, girlish voice, "Okay...."

"Anyway," Marya continued her story. "Our family lived in that little shack for several more years...I was entering puberty and my father insisted we continue the tradition of bathing in that open tub twice a week...since only one person could bathe at a time, at first it would be me then my mother then him...well, as I got older, when it came to his turn to bathe his manhood was always hard and it made my mother mad so she changed the order to my father first, then her then me...I became very self-conscious of my father's eyes never leaving my body when I bathed...to his credit, though, he looked but never touched...that, dear, is when I learned the most basic lesson every girl learns at some point in her life."

"What is that, Marya?"

"That it doesn't matter whether or not they're your father -- ALL MEN ARE PIGS!!"

As Jenny laughed out loud, she looked at Marya and saw that the older woman wasn't even smiling.

"Jenny," the young girl heard her name. "Come sit next to me."

When she climbed up the bed to sit beside Marya, the older woman gazed into her eyes and pulled Jenny's head close to hers.

"Kiss me, Slave-Girl!" she said.

Jenny felt her heart flutter. She leaned in and gently brushed Marya's lips with her own. Marya smiled and pulled Jenny's head closer and held her still while the older woman took charge and forced Jenny's lips apart with her insistent tongue.

It was a longer, more intensely heated kiss than Jenny had ever experienced. She felt as though the older woman was reaching inside her -- trying to control the very core of her inner being. 

She became frightened and tried to pull away but not before Marya was done with her lips and broke-off the kiss herself.

"You will never pull away from my kisses...you are my property and I intend to take full possession of you tonight!" Marya's voice was calm but flat; monotone.

Jenny's heart raced as she stared into the woman's coal-black eyes. There was no smile on Marya's face. 

Oh my God, she thought. Who is this woman? How could sweet and loving Marya have been transformed into THIS woman so quickly? 

The older woman pressed her mouth to hers one more time; Jenny's breath caught in her throat. Jenny felt a sudden rush of moisture between her legs; she thought she would pass-out from the intensity of the kiss.

Marya broke the kiss and said to the trembling girl: "Slave-Girl, there is a raging fire in my cunt and you will use your lips and tongue to extinguish the flames..."




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 02



The young girl was suddenly afraid of her friend; she was gripped with a fear so strong and real, it almost drowned-out the equally powerful excitement she felt in her loins.

The older woman didn't care what had ignited her all-consuming lust. Whether it was the spectacle in the bedroom next door, or the rekindled memory from so long ago of her parents in the bed so close to hers - of her guilt and shame of harboring a deep resentment and jealousy for her mother -- Marya had wanted to be the woman in her father's bed -- Marya had wanted to be the woman her father used as a receptacle for his lust. 

All she knew for sure was that it was time to take this innocent girl to the next plateau. 

Marya pulled the girl to her and kissed her hard and long. When she broke the kiss, a slight smile formed on her lips.

"Slave-Girl," Marya whispered, as she stroked Jenny's cheeks. "You are going to learn how to make love to a woman tonight..."

Jenny involuntarily shuddered.

"I will teach you to satisfy me with your hands -- your fingers -- your mouth -- your lips -- your tongue -- you will make love to every inch of my body - I will demand nothing less than your total commitment -- your only enemy is your own indifference...I want you to hunger for my body...to ache to feel my touch."

Marya saw beads of perspiration forming on the young girl's breasts.

"You will address me as 'Mistress' -- you will obey my commands and defer to my whims...." Marya said. 

When Marya stared into Jenny's eyes she saw love and devotion. Her slave-girl was in love with her. It thrilled her beyond anything she'd experienced prior to that moment in her entire life. 

It was her responsibility now to train the girl properly; a man would train her to fear her Master, no, Marya would train her to love and embrace her servitude.

The woman understood only too well that it was far more rewarding if your slave served you through love - not fear. 

Marya kissed her lightly and gazed hard into her wide, doe-like blue yes.

"Before your lessons begin, you will kneel between my thighs and give me temporary relief...do it now, Slave-Girl -- use your lips and tongue on my cunt."

Marya held her breath waiting for the girl's response.

Jenny's breathing quickened; her pulse was racing; there was only one thing she could think of to say.

"Yes, My Beautiful Brown Arab Mistress!" Jenny said through a dream-like fog that was her mind. 

It was those simple words that caused Marya to fall hopelessly in love with her young slave-girl.

It was only a small blurb in the 'Entertainment' section of the Sunday newspaper, but it was enough to invigorate and convince Judy all was not lost.

The short article read: 

"On Wednesday at 7pm, the retiring Saudi Arabian Ambassador to the United States, Ali Kahlid Faisal, will be the guest of honor at a reception held by Governor Goodmouth at the Regency Hyatt Ballroom.

The Ambassador has been a frequent visitor to our area, due mainly to prominent local businessman, Achmed al Faisal, his younger brother. 

Faisal, the younger, recently closed his long-time business without explanation, and is rumored to have returned to his native country.

The Ambassador told this reporter, "My brother's sudden action does not, and will not dampen my government's enthusiastic support of your business community. I look forward to seeing old friends and contacts, as well as making new ones at Wednesday's reception."

Verna gave the paper back to Judy and said, "So what?"

Incredulous, Judy explained, "Don't you get it? He'll help me find Jennifer -- he can bring Jennifer back here!"

"Why would he help you?" asked Verna.

"He and Achmed hate each other -- I bet he'll do anything to embarrass his brother!"

"Dear, I once met him in Achmed's office -- he's as big a pervert as your husband. The question is, 'What are YOU willing to do to get back your daughter?"

Judy's face suddenly reddened, but she pressed-on saying, "I'll do whatever it takes...."

"Well, good," said Verna, "because you may have to...."

Johnny's ears pricked-up at the sound of his wife's name. He was sitting on the couch between the two women.

His heart ached every day he wasn't able to see and hold his beautiful wife. He wasn't sure what was going on, but his mother assured him daily that Jennifer wouldn't be gone much longer.

If only I could make love to her now, he thought. 

He laughed at himself for being so inept when he'd tried to consummate their marriage. He wanted more than anything another chance to show his wife the lover he had become.

He was now learning from two beautiful women, and he'd brought them both incredible orgasms. He desperately wanted to prove to his wife that he could keep her satisfied. 

He missed her kisses; he longed to hold her warm body in his arms and protect her from all the evil in the world.

Please Lord...I love her so much - please give me one more chance with my wife.

"Verna, please help me..." Judy pleaded. "If we go to that reception I think I could convince him to help me get Jennifer back!"

And that was exactly what Verna was afraid of.

She loved the power and control she had over Judy and the boy. She was thrilled when they obeyed her every command without question or protest. 

But most of all, her life had meaning again, and she was no longer alone. 

She began caressing the boy's thighs. She wanted a diversion; she needed time to think this through. It occurred to her she could use this to her advantage.

"We'll see, dear...maybe if I'm in a good mood I'll take you there...."

Judy knew what that meant!

Verna saw the inevitable bulge in the boy's jeans. She gave it a squeeze. She leaned over and spoke to him loud enough for both of them to hear.

"Sweetie, would you like Mommy to relieve you with her mouth? I know how much you love it when Mommy sucks you...."

Johnny had closed his eyes and sat back to enjoy Verna's hand. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer; he hated himself for being so weak, well, almost....

"Ooohhhh yes, Miss Verna...yes, I love it when Mommy sucks my cock!"

Here we go again, thought Judy.

"Sweetie, stand in front of Mommy so she can help you...."

"Yes, Miss Verna!"

Judy opened her legs so the boy could stand close to her face. She stared at his familiar bulge and felt the warmth envelope her. 

She was no longer embarrassed when she performed in front of Verna; in fact, her pussy seemed to get wetter just knowing Verna was watching.

She sighed and eagerly opened the boy's jeans. She yanked down his pants and underwear and his beautiful, hard penis sprang into their view. She and Verna groaned in unison.

She cradled the boy's heavy ball sac in one hand while she stroked his shaft with the other. She stared at the viscous drops of pre-cum leaking from his slit. She sniffed at it then quickly licked it off with a cat-like flick of her tongue.

She felt Verna's hand between her thighs and tried to close her legs. The boy's body prevented any movement. Verna vigorously stroked the younger woman's cunt through her thin panties.

"OOHHHH-GODDDDD..." she moaned, as she closed her eyes. 

She wet her lips with her tongue, then took the boy's cock into her mouth until his purple cockhead struck the back of her throat.

And as always, she became lost in the sucking of her son's wonderfully hard penis. 



Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 03



In dawn's early light, the time of morning when dreams of passion co-mingle with the fog of sleep, it is difficult to know if the previous night's assignation was real or imagined.

Jenny's tousled blonde hair rested comfortably on Marya's heaving bosom; rising with every inhalation and falling with each exhalation. 

The young woman's eyes open, unblinking, as she stares out the window at the increasing brightness of the new day; a million thoughts race helter-skelter by her minds-eye. 

Unable to focus on a single image or thought, she is contented with simultaneously looking out the window, and then at her lover's breasts, rising and falling with her own gently swaying head.

She will lie quietly until her Mistress awakens and directs her next action. Her heart swells with joy and pride as she realizes in the growing sunlight that last night's passion was real, not imagined, and she is now Marya's eager and willing concubine.  

When she feels her lover's first stirring, she shifts her gaze to Marya's beautiful face. 

She watches the woman's lips form a wide yawn and see her dainty nostrils flare. The long sigh of fulfillment from her Mistress sounds like music to the young girl; her awakening face is a work of art, in progress.

Her lover opens her eyes and fixes her gaze on Jenny's adoring eyes. 

"Good morning, my Beautiful Arab Mistress," Jenny barely whispers, not wanting to break the peaceful quiet of a new day. "May I pleasure you this morning? ...please...."

The widening smile on Marya's face is all the encouragement Jenny needs.

It is a short journey to her lover's nether region and her Mistress aids Jenny by opening her legs wide allowing the girl to kneel and pay homage to her feminine alter of worship.

Jenny inhales her aroma; strong and pungent to her nose; it makes her mind giddy; her pussy wet. The smell takes Jenny back to last night, and the two-hours she knelt between her lover's legs, closely following every command and suggestion until her Mistress exploded in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after....

It is a new day and Jenny is possessed by a deep hunger to recreate the pleasure she gave her Mistress a few short hours ago. 

This time she knows what to do from the beginning. No more experimenting with her lips and tongue, to find her lover's erogenous zones - she knows where they are now.

She hears her Mistress call down to her: "Play with your cunt, Slave-Girl."

Her Mistress wants Jenny to share in the pleasure. Jenny loves her Mistress for her unselfish generosity; her concern for Jenny's climax.

The lips of Jenny's mouth kiss her lover's nether lips. Her tongue slowly, tantalizingly teases Marya's cunt. She feels her lover's inner thighs pressing against her head then releasing her. 

Jenny's long tongue dives into the wetness; her brain becomes dizzy with her lover's taste; her flavor. Jenny inhales deeply once again -- she can't get enough of her lover's fragrant aroma.

Her Mistress begins moving; squirming; pressing her open cunt against the young girl's constantly-probing lips and tongue. 

Jenny's fingers become a blur between her own legs. Her middle finger strokes her engorged clitoris. The young girl finds her lovers elongated bud and traps it between her lips. Her tongue laps up and down and around the clitoris between her lips. 

Marya's hips buck and jerk wildly, but Jenny refuses to relinquish control of the clitoris until her face is flooded with her lover's juices. 

Jenny pinches her own clit as her teeth nip at the clit in her mouth.

Both women scream and thrash about the bed in wild abandon. Jenny's face is flooded with her lover's warm juices.

Afterwards, Jenny lies on top of her Mistress; feels her Mistress stroking her back and telling her how much she is loved. 

They live in a timeless world -- there is no need to rush and prepare for the coming day - they have nowhere to go. They caress each other's smooth and moist flesh. They lightly kiss and exchange murmured terms of endearment.

"I love you, Mistress...."

"I love you, too, my Pretty Slave-Girl...."

They fall asleep in each other's arms for one more hour of freedom.

Jenny marveled at the golden flow bursting from Marya's pee-hole. Her face was inches away with her eyes glued to the spectacle. 

Jenny watched as the strong stream slowed to a trickle then stopped altogether. Without hesitation, the young girl's tongue lapped up the 2-3 drops that stubbornly clung to Marya's nether lips.

The older woman had been right: when two women spend an inordinate amount of time naked with each other, they will learn and assist one another even with their most personal ablutions.

Marya helps Jenny into her squatting position and the young girl releases a veritable flood.

Comfortable now with empty bladders, the two women hold hands and descend the stairs into the bathing pool. Each woman holds a cleansing sponge and runs it over the other's body.

"Mistress, please tell me more of your story. I wish to learn everything about you - how many 'owners' have you had?"

Marya softly laughed as she ran the sponge over Jenny's quivering breasts.

"I don't understand! Did I say something funny?" asked the young girl.

"My Sweet Little Girl," smiled Marya. "If you had asked your father such an impudent question, he would now have you over his knee using the spanking paddle on your bottom -- in fact, I am thinking about doing that to you myself - you need to learn your place here."

"But I, ah...it was meant as an innocent question -- don't I have a right to ask questions?" Jenny stammered; eyes wide with a sudden panic.

"Darling," Marya said as she kissed the girl's forehead, "...this is NOT America - you have no rights here! You will never ask your Master any question, and you will speak- only when he demands to hear from you. As for me, I love you and will always allow you to speak your mind."

"I'm sorry, I guess I don't fully understand what it means to be, ah, well...."

"A 'concubine'?" interjected Marya.

"Yes...a 'concubine'."

Marya sighed and continued washing the girl.

"Do you remember the words he used last night when he discovered Jillian had spilled his seed?" 

"Well, ah -- kind of..."

Marya interrupted: "He called her 'Whore' and 'White-Trash' -- he said 'she was like all white women: they had no respect for Arab men'- now do you remember his words?"

"Y-Yes...it was awful the way he yelled at her."

"My Darling Girl, that is how he feels about ALL white women...it runs deeply in his family...white women fuel his lust more than any other, and he loves using them for his pleasure, but he despises their independence and hubris. Do not give him an excuse to abuse you like he did Jillian!"

"Marya -- you're scaring me!" she said, her eyes filling with tears.

The older woman took the girl in her arms and held her tight.

"Darling, you SHOULD be scared! I WANT you to be scared! But remember this: If you obey your father -- if you pleasure your father the way I know you can -- you will be fine...dear, promise me you will obey and pleasure your father, I want to hear you say it!"

"Marya, I...I, ah, yes...I promise I will obey and pleasure my father."

"Good girl...." smiled Marya.

The women had finished drying each other when a knock came from the door.

"Mistress Marya -- I have your breakfast tray!" a soft-feminine voice said thru the door.

"Open the door and take the tray from her," instructed Marya.

"But I'm naked! I can't—"

The look Marya gave her told her to SHUT-UP and do what she'd been told.

She slowly opened the door and revealed herself to the waiting girl. When the girl saw Jenny's nudity she carefully looked Jenny up and down and gave her a derisive smile.

"Take this to your Mistress!" the girl abruptly told Jenny. It sounded like an order.

Jenny took the tray from the girl. It was awkward; she had to hold the tray out front ahead of her breasts.

The girl's eyes mocked Jenny as she said: "Be careful -- if your tits touch her food she will give you a thorough spanking! Or, is that what you want?"

The girl turned and walked away leaving Jenny standing red-faced and feeling very foolish.

When Marya saw Jenny's embarrassment she said: "Oh, I see you met Kaieesha...."

"I don't think she likes me," said Jenny.

"No, probably not," replied Marya. "You're the girl who took her place in my bed...."

Jenny raised her eyebrows but thought it wise to say nothing. She was learning.

After devouring the fruit and fresh baked breads and cakes, and drinking a full urn of very strong coffee, Jenny placed the tray outside their door and lie down on the bed next to Marya.

"Let's see -- where was I? Oh, yes..." and Marya continued her story:

"Like I said, my father worked very hard and provided us with the necessities, but there was little or no money for anything else. He owned a very small tobacco shop in town, and I would go there to work for him a few days a week - I was happy to be with him, but even more happier just to be out of that little shack. One day a group of men came into the shop -- they were very well dressed in modern suits and ties, not in the traditional robes I usually saw men wear. They talked a long time with my father -- I didn't know what they were saying -- I didn't care -- I was a good Arab girl who respectfully gave men their privacy..."

"Oh, damn," Marya said. "That coffee went right thru me -- come...."

Jenny stood at her side as Marya squatted over the hole. When Jenny didn't move, Marya stared at her. Jenny immediately dropped to her knees and her nimble fingers opened Marya's inner lips. Marya released a torrent of hot piss. 

When Marya finished, Jenny licked at the few remaining drops. Soon they were back on the bed.

"Anyway, I noticed one of the men would look away from their group and stare at me. I didn't know why -- I was dressed like all the other Arab women: a heavy dress from my neck to my ankles, and a thick veil from below my eyes down to the top of the dress -- all he could see of me were my eyes, anyway, he would keep taking these glances at me and I liked it -- I felt my face grow hot under the veil...when the men left, I excused myself from father and went into the store room and took off my veil and gulped at the air and fanned myself to cool down."

A ray of sunshine suddenly appeared on the bed. Marya looked outside the window.

"It is a beautiful day...we shall go for a walk after lunch," she said.

"To make a long story short, the men returned to the shop three more times while I was there and that same man kept staring at me...when he wasn't looking at me - I looked at him...he was much bigger than my father -- he had broad shoulders and he looked very strong - I thought he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen..."

"Anyway," Marya looked at me, "...one day I was inside our shack when my father came home, he motioned for my mother to join him outside...I couldn't hear their words; my father talked for a long time then suddenly my mother began screaming at him -- suddenly I heard a SMACK!! -- it was the sound of my father slapping my mother on her face -- that had never happened before -- I became scared -- my father spoke some more and all I heard from my mother was her crying...finally, my mother tried to say something but my father interrupted and shouted: "MY DECISION IS FINAL!" -- my father opened the door and came inside. My mother refused to look at me as my father told me I was going to go live with a nice family and they would give me everything he couldn't..."

Jenny expected to see tears in Marya's eyes, but saw none.

"I told him I didn't need anything -- I was happy right here. All the time I spoke my father sadly shook his head and I knew my words were falling on deaf ears. I learned later that the men were in real estate and construction, and my father's shop was in the middle of land they wanted to develop into a modern business and entertainment complex. They offered him money for his shop, and promised to build him a bigger store, and they would give him a free, lifetime lease. Sometime later I learned that I was included in the business deal."

"Mistress -- I'm sorry for interrupting, but may I go pee?" Jenny asked.

Marya chuckled and said, "I'll be here listening to you, my Darling...."

When Jenny returned to bed Marya continued her story:

"Anyway, the next day a huge car came to pick me up - they said it was a 'limousine,' I'd never heard of such a thing. So, I'm driven to an enormous compound, many miles outside of town, a huge wall surrounding the entire estate - riding thru the winding roads I see trees, waterfalls, parks and bushes and flowers -- I'd never seen anything so beautiful."

Marya stopped, looked at Jenny then gave her lips a long kiss.

She continued: "In the distance, I see three big houses -- mansions, really. They take my breath away. The car goes into the first driveway, and a very big man escorts me into the house..."

"Oh my God," Jenny suddenly blurted-out. "You're here -- you were in this compound! You went into that first house I saw! Who lives in that house?"

Marya laughed and said, "Patience, my Darling -- I'm getting there..."

Her story continued:

"I followed the man through a labyrinth of hallways until I found myself in a small room with a large desk. Sitting behind the desk was the handsome man who'd been staring at me in my father's shop. To say I had mixed emotions would be an understatement; here sat that gorgeous man I'd admired so much, but now, as far as I was concerned he was a kidnapper.

'Why am I here?' I demanded to know. I was trembling with fear -- I'd never said anything so bold to a grown man.

He sat back in his chair and smiled at me -- I felt as though he were mocking me.

He calmly said, 'Remove your veil.' 

This was unheard of -- no man had ever seen my face outside my parent's shack.

When I hesitated he said, 'Remove your veil or I shall have Akbar remove it for you!' That was the name of the big man who had escorted me into the house. 

I had no other choice but to remove my veil. I was so humiliated I couldn't look at the man. I stared down at the floor. 

'Look at me, girl,' I heard him say. My eyes were filled with tears when I looked at him.

He wore that beautiful smile I saw in the shop. My heart beat a million miles a minute.

'Yes,' he said. 'I could tell by your eyes you were a rare beauty.'

I was thoroughly embarrassed, but I felt something else, too -- excitement. No one had ever complimented me before in my life.

'Your father sold you to me -- you are now my property, but I want you to consider yourself one of my 'daughters'...I will feed and clothe you - you will grow-up with my other two daughters -- they will teach you how to behave -- listen and learn from them. I will not harm or mistreat you in any way, but I demand total obedience from you. From this day forward, I expect you to call me 'Daddy.' That will be your only obligation to me -- for now.'

I was numb as I stared at him. How was this possible? I wondered. In one short day, how could I go from a happy, carefree young girl to a commodity that is bought and sold by men?

Suddenly he told the big man, "Akbar -- take her to my daughters room -- they have been told she is coming.'

'Yes, Master Ali,' the man replied."

Jenny nodded her head knowingly. "Uncle Ali, yes, I should have seen that coming."

"Master Ali lived up to his word, I was treated with dignity and respect," said Marya, "and I loved living in that house. His two 'daughters', Shada and Waaheeda, accepted and embraced me as one of them from the start. They were isolated from everyone else in the house -- they were happy to have a new playmate. The three of us did everything together - we almost had to because we never left the compound. They were older than me and I paid close attention when they talked of strange occurrences they'd witnessed in their house, as well as the other two houses...."

The women suddenly heard the chimes of the antique clock.

"It is later than I thought," said Marya. "Come -- let us get dressed for lunch."

Once Verna had decided on a specific goal or outcome, she would formulate a plan, and doggedly pursue her final prize and reward. Regardless of the obstacles that may thwart her success.

She drove slowly down the street, staring at each townhouse, hoping to jog her memory. It had been many years since that night inside the townhouse, but she was sure she would recognize the exterior if she saw it.

Suddenly, a thrill ran up her spine and she exclaimed, "Oh my God -- there it is!"

She parked the car, and retrieved the manila envelope that contained the photos of Judy and Johnny from the glove box. She walked, emboldened, to the front door. 

She rang the doorbell and waited. Thirty-seconds passed and she rang it again. She found herself becoming increasingly nervous.

Please, oh please be here, she heard her mind saying. If he wasn't here, her plan would crumble into a thousand pieces.

Suddenly, the door slowly opened and she was staring at a familiar face of a woman. A face that scared her, but nonetheless a face that assured her she had found the right place.

"I am here to see Ambassador Ali, please," Verna announced to the woman. 

"He's not here -- he doesn't live here -- he lives in Washington DC," the woman said in what sounded like a standard speech the woman gave everyone.

Verna had her answer pre-planned: "Tell him 'Helen of Troy' is here -- and give him this," she said and handed the envelope to the woman, who now wore a puzzled look on her face.

Verna waited in the foyer; confident she would soon have an audience with the only man she feared more than Achmed. 

She waited a full ten-minutes; she heard a clock on the wall tick-off the seconds. It felt like an eternity. Doubts began to poke holes in her confidence.

What if he doesn't care anymore? she thought to herself. Ten-years ago he lusted for his brother's wife, what if he doesn't want her anymore? If this doesn't work I don't know what will become of me....

The woman appeared before her again. Verna saw something in her eyes; there was a crooked smile on the woman's lips. Verna's fears had been for nothing.

The woman simply said "Come" and Verna followed her down a long hallway.

Verna saw the door to Ali's study at the end of the hall; she looked at the woman's plump ass sway beneath her skirt. Suddenly the memories of ten-years ago appeared in her mind as clearly as though they happened yesterday.

She found herself wondering if Ali still had the intricately-woven Persian rug in front of his desk, the rug on which he had her kneel before him; she guessed the big mahogany desk was still in the room, it had been in the family for years, the desk she had laid across as he used his favorite orifice.

The swaying of the fat hips in front of her caused her to shiver as THAT memory came back to her as well.

Once Ali had discharged in her mouth, he had tapped her on the head and pointed. She turned her head and was horrified to see his servant-woman sitting on the edge of a rattan chair, her skirt pulled up over her waist -- her thighs wide apart, and a jungle of jet-black pubic hairs covering the woman's nether region. 

Verna remembered the feel of her swaying and jiggling breasts, as she was forced to walk on hands and knees until her mouth was firmly planted on the woman's wet cunt.

Verna was shaken from her reverie as the woman opened the door to the study, put her arm around her shoulders, and almost pulled her into the room.

A deep and visible shudder ran thru Verna as she quickly noticed that nothing at all had changed inside the room.

"Helen of Troy?" she heard a man's puzzled voice.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 03



There he was sitting behind the desk. It was Ali -- he had more gray hairs than ten-years ago, but he was still a very handsome man.

Verna became nervous -- he didn't recognize her. Then, just like a sudden bolt of lightning, his expression changed instantly, and he was smiling.

"Helen of Troy," he repeated, but this time it was a statement and not a question.

He rose from the desk and came around and stood before Verna. 

"Yes, I remember you now...the years have treated you kindly. You still have 'the face that could launch a thousand ships.'

Verna surprised herself by blushing.

"Thank you, Ali -- you are as handsome as ever, too."

There was a moment of silence as they stared at one another before he spoke.

"I have examined the contents of the envelope, and yes, I must admit that Judith is still a very beautiful woman, but I am curious as to why you would think I am interested in her after all these years?"

Verna felt the blood drain from her face as she heard the negative tone in his voice. Oh no, she thought, what should I do now?

"I presume you have given me the photos and disc's to use as some sort of weapon against my brother, but suppose I tell you my brother and I have reconciled our differences?"

Verna's heart sunk; she didn't have an answer for him.

"Although...."

'Although' was the sweetest, most positively inspiring word Verna had ever heard. Her ears pricked-up.

"Although...in two-months my father will be naming his successor to run our companies, and if photograph's of this nature were to be made public...." Ali left the sentence unfinished.

Adrenaline rushed thru Verna's veins; she felt exhilarated like never before.

"What is it you want for this envelope?" he asked.

When Verna told him her price he laughed out loud.

"That is preposterous! These are photos of a woman having sex with her son. It is scandalous in this country, but an everyday occurrence in mine..."

Verna was determined; she was so close she could taste it!

"What if I say that not only will you gain possession of this envelope, but of them, as well?"

Ali paused then asked: "And if they were in my possession -- just what am I supposed to do with them?"

Verna softly said: "I assume you'd fly them to Saudi Arabia and have them do whatever you want them to do -- and I can honestly tell you they are both very good at what you see them doing in the photos."

Ali smiled and scratched his chin.

"A very intriguing thought," he said, "but I am the Ambassador to your country. I can't do anything without the press reporting on it. How on earth could I convince Judith and the boy to accompany me to Riyadh without them becoming suspicious?"

Verna smiled.

"Mr. Ambassador, as you may or may not know, your brother kidnaped Judith's daughter, Jennifer, and they are currently in your home country—"

"'Kidnap' is such a strong term, my dear, yes, I am aware of my brother's situation, but as far as I understand, Jennifer was willing to go."

Verna tried hard to organize her thoughts.

"Judith is not under that impression, and she is in a position to create quite a controversy -- she has vowed to fight for her daughter's return. It could turn very nasty for your family if the press became involved."

"Why - Helen of Troy -- are you blackmailing me? That almost sounds like a threat -- I do hope I misunderstood you!" he said with a dead-serious face.

Verna thought she'd blown it. She had to do damage control.

"No-no, Mr. Ambassador, not at all, I miss-spoke -- I'm not very good with words...."

"Say what you mean, woman, what is it exactly you have in mind?"

Verna was nervous now. She decided she would be better off if she told him her plan.

"W-Well, M-Mr. Ambassador...Judy read about the reception they're having for you; she wants me to take her there so she can meet with you. She thinks she can convince you to help her get Jennifer back—"

"And you saw an opening to make money off her tragedy, is that right?"

"No --no, I'm not the bad guy here - Ali - I mean Mr. Ambassador, you don't understand -- h-here -- read this letter...."

Verna trembled as she reached into her purse for Achmed's letter. Her hand was shaking as she gave it to Ali. It was her last hope. She was so scared that all she wanted now was to leave the room alive.

Ali had a bemused smile on his face when he finished reading.

"She wanted to 'sell' Jennifer's virginity to the girl's own father? I am impressed - I didn't think Judith had it in her."

The Ambassador's stare bore a hole thru Verna's eyes. Suddenly, his mood lightened.

"Tell you what, Helen, we may be able to come to an arrangement, after all," he said. "I have some 'business' I must attend to this week -- the reception has been postponed until next week. Bring Judith to the reception, I'll make sure you both get inside, and I will meet with her. If I decide to go along with your plan, I will work-out the logistics. Helen, in two-weeks you just might become a very wealthy woman!"

"Oh, thank God," Verna sighed audibly.

She saw Ali look her up and down. Then he spoke.

"My dear, your God will not help you in your dealings with me..."

Verna shivered at his strange words.

"I seem to recall pleasant memories of our night together so many years ago...please remove your clothing before you go to your knees...."

YES-YES-YES, her mind silently screamed. Dollar signs flashed before her eyes. He can call me 'Helen' all he wants as long as I get the money!

Verna shifted her bottom uncomfortably in the driver's seat on her way home. A steady stream of Ali's semen was staining her dress as it leaked from her anus. She didn't care.

I'll be able to afford a thousand dresses like this one when I get the money, she told herself, and I will never fuck another greasy-Arab prick ever again! 

Verna felt her libido switch into overdrive. Ali had satisfied himself in her mouth and bottom, but had left her trembling for her own release. 

Verna smiled as she pictured the scene when she got home: Judy kneeling between her legs, working furiously on her pussy, and then, she would ride the boy's wonderful cock until she passed-out.

Yes, she thought. This was going to be one celebration she would remember forever.

"Akbar, Jenny and I are going for a walk in the gardens," Marya told the large man.

"Yes, Miss Marya," he replied.

The two women walked hand-in-hand thru the flowers and rose-bushes. They stopped and admired a waterfall descending into a clear, blue pond. All the while Akbar remained a respectful distance away from them.

When they followed the path around a corner, and they were out of sight from the house, Marya pulled Jenny off the path next to a large tree and stood close behind the girl. The older woman motioned to Akbar to join them.

"Akbar...while we were eating, I noticed many hushed conversations among the servants, what is going on?"

The man looked at her and said, "Miss Marya, you know I am not allowed to indulge in gossip...."

Jenny felt the older woman's hands on her shoulders. Suddenly Marya took hold of the material of Jenny's dress and pushed down the bodice. The young girl's breasts were totally exposed to the man's leering eyes.

Marya held the girl still. Jenny dared not move.

"Akbar, you and I have been friends many years...we don't have secrets from one another..."

"Miss Marya, please...all I can say is there is much commotion in the Master's living quarters...." said the man as he stared at Jenny's breasts.

Jenny suddenly felt Marya's hands on the hem of her dress. Her Mistress slowly raised the dress above her hips. The man could now see the V-shape of her light, blonde pubic hairs between her tightly clenched thighs.

"What kind of commotion? Marya smiled at the man.

"There have been many phone calls -- travel plans have been changed...." said Akbar, his gaze now fixed on the white-girls crotch.

Marya whispered into Jenny's ear: "Open your legs -- wide!"

Jenny felt her breath catch in her throat. She found herself enjoying teasing this man.

The wispy patch of hairs on her mound hid very little.

"Akbar, you must tell me what is happening...."

"Please, Miss Marya -- I will be whipped for this!"

Marya whispered in the girl's ear: "Open the lips of your sex -- show yourself to him." 

Jenny's hand traveled downward and she used two fingers to pull apart her labia. The man's mouth opened as his eyes drank-in the sight of the girl's inner pinkness.

"It is rumored that Master Achmed has offered the services of the redheaded-slut to Master Ali...the women tell me the girl's rear-virginity is still intact...."

"What else?" Marya asked in a soft, hypnotic voice.

"Nothing, Miss Marya -- I have heard nothing more..." Akbar said as a sudden smile appeared on his face.

A casual observer would recognize the game of cat-and-mouse between Marya and Akbar. The more the older woman wanted to hear -- the more the big Arab man wanted to see of the pretty white girl.

Marya whispered to the girl: "Keep the lips open and moisten yourself with the fingers of your other hand -- make your cunt wet for Akbar."

When Jenny began stroking herself a thrill of excitement raced thru her body. She lost her balance and fell backwards -- Marya caught her and held her upright.

Akbar said: "Master Ali will be here in a day or two, and...."

"And what, Akbar? She asked the drooling man, but understood there was nothing more the girl could show him. "Come here and taste her."

The large man rushed to Jenny and fell to his knees. He wasted no time planting his mouth on the girl's open cunt. Slurping noises filled the air around them as his tongue lapped at the folds of her wet cunt. Suddenly, his long, thick tongue slid all the way inside the girl and she cried out in surprise as a jolt of raw pleasure raced thru her body. 

Marya pushed his head away from the girl's wet crotch. Jenny and Akbar both groaned with disappointment.

"Finish your story, Akbar, and I will give you one-hour with this girl," Marya said with a slight smile.

"Miss Marya," he said, gasping for air. "'The Ceremony' has been postponed for a week -- I don't know why...Master Achmed's inner circle of friends will be here...there will be a 'Special Celebration' following The Ceremony...the redheaded girl will be made to 'Ride the Horse' - she will be the entertainment for Master Achmed's guests!"

"And Miss Marya..." Akbar looked at the older woman.

"Yes?" she replied.

Akbar said: "I understand it will be a 'Double Ceremony.'"

Marya gasped then immediately said to Jenny: "Stop playing with yourself and fix your dress!" 

The girl blushed with embarrassment. When her Mistress had pushed away Akbar's mouth, Jenny's hand had automatically went to her cunt and tried to finish-off her excitement.

"We will return to our room," Marya told Akbar.

"Yes, Miss Marya," he replied.

Marya's arm was around Jenny's shoulder. She helped the girl walk steady.

"When the time comes," Marya whispered to the girl, "...and his tongue is inside you -- you will climax like never before...."

"OOoooooo...." was the only sound from Jenny's mouth.

There was a cart outside the open door to their room. After Marya thanked Akbar, Jenny followed her into the room. 

Kaieesha had finished making the bed with fresh linens. Marya stood beside the girl and placed her hand on the girl's buttocks -- a sign of ownership? -- she gently stroked the girl thru the fabric of the short, black dress she wore.

The girl turned her face to Marya and they kissed on the lips. Jenny felt a twinge of jealousy run through her.

"Marya looked at Jenny and said: "Slave-Girl, remove your dress!"

"Yes, Mistress," replied the girl and was soon naked before the two women.

Marya had Kaieesha sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

"Come closer," Marya told Jenny.

The blonde girl was as close to the women as she could be.

"Open your thighs -- show us your cunt!"

Jenny was getting accustomed to following what she formerly would have thought of as crude and outrageous demands.

"Feel her..." Marya instructed the girl.

Kaieesha ran her fingers over Jenny's cleft.

"She's soaking wet!" the girl exclaimed.

"Yes," said Marya, "she's just had her first experience with Akbar's tongue."

"OOhhhh..." Kaieesha nodded her head knowingly.

"It is easy for her to take pleasure, but she needs more experience in giving it," said Marya. 

Marya then asked Kaieesha, "Perhaps you'd enjoy this pretty white girl kneeling between your thighs?"

Kaieesha smiled and looked into Jenny's eyes and said, "That would be very nice...."

Kaieesha lifted her hips and pulled the hem of her dress above her waist.

Jenny went to her knees without being told. Kaieesha spread her legs as far apart as they would go.

Jenny stared into the girl's thick bush, barely able to see the lips of her sex. 

The blonde girls last thought before she buried her face into the girl's jet-black pubic hair was, 'I guess panties are optional here."

Achmed and his brother, Ali, were deep in conversation in Achmed's study when the door opened. 

Akbar ushered in a beautiful, redheaded white girl wearing only a brief tunic draped over her shoulders. It covered her breasts and hung just below her pelvic bone.

At a sign from Achmed, Akbar released a single clasp and the garment fell to the floor. 

"She's a beautiful girl, is she not?" Achmed asked his brother.

"Simply lovely," replied Ali, staring first at her shapely breasts then below to the small patch of bright-red hair nestled between the girl's slightly parted thighs.

Ali thought hard trying to remember the last time he'd had a redhead squirming beneath him; pushing her hips upward to meet his thrusts.

"This is a wonderful gesture, my brother," said Ali. "Perhaps we can live in harmony once I move back here for good."

"What are your plans then -- how soon may I expect your return?" asked Achmed.

"I will return tomorrow for a reception in my honor -- then I will clear my desk of minor paperwork. I will then move back here for good. I most definitely will be here in time for 'The Ceremony' -- I wouldn't miss that for the world!"

Achmed smiled and stood. He offered his brother his hand, instead, Ali initiated a hug and they briefly embraced.

"I will leave you to your pleasure," said Achmed, gesturing towards the girl. "Of course, use her as you wish...."

Achmed and Akbar left the couple alone in the study.

Ali stood behind the girl and ran his hands over her soft flesh. When his cock became semi-erect he pressed it into the girl. He felt her shiver. He chuckled softly.

He turned her around to face him. Her eyes were cast downward -- like a good Slave-Girl should.

"Look at me," he said. 

She stared at him through green eyes brimming with moisture and fear.

"You will address me as 'Master Ali'...I see by the marks on your buttocks and thighs you have been recently punished. Is that correct, my Slave-Girl?"

"Yes, Master Ali."

"Did my brother make these marks on you?"

"Yes, Master Ali."

"Look into my eyes!" he demanded.

"Y-Yes, Master Ali."

His body responded when he recognized the abject fear in her eyes - his cock grew to a full erection. 

He sneered in her face, "If you do not obey me -- if you disappointment me in the smallest way -- I will use my own whip on your tender flesh, and I assure you -- I am not as gentle as my brother!"

Her shaking suddenly became visible. He could see her fight hard from crying.

"I WILL OBEY YOU, MASTER ALI -- I PROMISE I WILL OBEY YOU!!" she couldn't help raising her voice; she wanted to make sure he understood that she fully accepted her position and fate.

He had originally planned to wait to satisfy himself inside the girl until they'd returned to his house; he couldn't wait any longer. He quickly opened his slacks and pushed them and his boxer shorts to the floor. 

He roughly grabbed her and shoved her against his brother's desk. He pushed her back until she lay flat on the desk with her hips barely over the edge. He lifted her legs nd placed them over his shoulders.

He held her asscheeks in his hands and roughly pried them apart. He knew that without lubrication the girl would suffer, but that wasn't his concern. 

He aimed his weapon and pressed it against her anus. When he looked at her face and saw her fear, he immediately thrust his hips forward and rammed his big cock into the little girl's asshole. She cried out in surprise and pain.

Ali paused and laughed. "Yes, my little Slave-Girl -- scream all you want -- no one will come to your aid - I am going to use you like a whore tonight!"

The man sawed in and out of the squirming girl knowing this was going to be a quick fuck to ease his build-up of semen. The walls of her asshole inflamed his throbbing cock. .

He quickly unloaded four very powerful bursts of sperm and semen into the girl's bowels. When his balls were empty, he roughly pulled her forward and used her face to wipe his cock clean.

Ali fastened his clothes, and knowing the side door exit, the couple was soon walking down the street of the ultra-private compound to his house. 

It was a long walk, and the servants who worked as gardeners and landscapers were still on duty. They stopped and stared with lust in their eyes at the beautiful, naked, redheaded white girl who walked three-feet behind, and to-the-right of her Master.

The whip-marks on the girl's buttocks gave the men erections, and fantasies of possessing their very own slave-girl.

Some of the girls and women who were indoor servants or slaves also were outside enjoying the sunshine of a gorgeous day - they too stared as she went by.

The men laughed and applauded when they saw her Master's discharge oozing obviously from her asshole and run down the backs of her legs. The men with the best eyesight smiled when they saw her pretty face smeared with a mixture of cum, blood and specks of brown matter. 

The females fixed their eyes on the Slave-Girl's whip-marks, and the way she walked with her thighs apart, openly displaying her cunt for all to see. They thought of her as weak; lewd and immoral for so easily capitulating to the whip. The women spat at the ground with knowing, and contemptuous sneers on their lips. 

Throughout the long and humiliating walk, Jillian remained stoic; walking tall with head held high. She had suddenly become overwhelmed with a very new and different emotion as she felt each and every set of eyes on her naked, creamy-white flesh.

She was suddenly overcome with peace of mind. She knew she would never again give her Master a reason or excuse to use the whip on her. 

She considered herself lucky and proud that her Master thought enough of her to want to put her on display before his other slaves and servants, like a prized show-horse; like a rare and valued possession.

The long walk signified her total acceptance of her new life as being 'owned' by a man; of being his 'property'; of serving a man in her new life as a 'slave-girl.' 

Hundreds, perhaps thousands of white girls in Saudi Arabia who preceded Jillian in slavery would have been envious had they known how easily she came to accept her servitude. 

For them, their independent spirit, their stubborn pride and arrogance, forced them to endure multiple thrashings, and extreme torment before they assented to their Master's will. 

Jillian suddenly heard birds singing as a ray of sunshine splashed across her smiling face. She reveled in the jealous stares of the girls and women.

"Mistress Marya?" asked Jenny in a soft voice. 

They lay together on the bed after a short nap; the blonde girl absentmindedly caressing her Mistress' breasts.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 03



"Yes, my Darling?" asked Marya.

"Are you allowed to tell me what Akbar's words mean? 'Ceremony' and 'Celebration' have happy and positive meanings, but the tone in his voice suggested they meant something else entirely," observed Jenny.

"You are a smart girl -- I commend you...allow me to finish my story. It may just help you understand...."

"Like I said, Ali had two older daughters, one of them, Shada, was almost eighteen-years-old. The three of us were together every day until Shada's eighteenth birthday -- then we never saw her anymore. 

One day Waaheeda and I were eating dinner. The woman who cooked for us was there, and I decided to ask her about Shada...that we missed her and couldn't figure out why she couldn't see us. The woman's face went serious as she said, 'You two are mere girls -- your sister is a woman now -- she has womanly responsibilities.' 

Waaheeda and I had no idea what she was talking about."

"Anyway, in one more year, Waaheeda turned eighteen. The same thing happened to her -- I never saw her again. I was by myself now and very lonely -- and scared. 

My eighteenth birthday was less than a year away, and I became frightened I would disappear like my sisters -- gone without a trace that I even had existed at all. I was petrified! 

On the day of my birthday, Daddy's personal assistant -- remember, he had insisted I call him Daddy, anyway, Druscilla, his assistant came for me. She bathed me and stroked me and cooed in my ear that Daddy would find me beautiful when he made a woman of me that night.

I was not naïve. When she told me 'my Daddy was going to make a woman of me' I knew precisely what she meant -- I would be surrendering my virginity to my father. 

Sometime later I learned that 'taking one's daughter' had been a common practice for centuries, but it was never spoken of. It was designed to ensure a girl was docile and eager in bed, making it easier for the father to 'arrange her marriage.'

I was told that Shada and Waaheeda had shared their father's bed for many months after their deflowering, and before he arranged their marriages.

Anyway, after Druscilla bathed me, she dressed me in two simple garments, both made of the finest and sheerest material: a white negligee that barely hung below my buttocks, and translucent white panties; my copper-colored flesh and my black and bushy mound a stark contrast." 

"Mistress Marya, please, I beg you not to be displeased with me for interrupting your story, but I am puzzled by something," said Jenny.

"What is it, my Darling?"

"Since I have not seen any panties in my stay here, I assumed girls and women didn't wear any in your country," said Jenny.

Marya laughed and patiently explained.

"Darling, you haven't had any contact with girls here, only women. All girls in my country wear panties -- however, the women do not."

"Why not?" asked Jenny.

Marya paused for affect and stared into the girl's eyes.

"My Darling, a woman's cunt must be accessible to her Master at all times!"

The bluntness of Marya's explanation caused the girl to utter an astonished gasp of, "Oh my...."

"Darling, this is a good place to end the story today...you now know your father will be taking your virginity, and frankly, you seem pleased by the idea -- that will make it so much easier for you than most girls."

Marya kissed Jenny on the lips.

"Darling, give me a good 'suck' before we bathe and dress for dinner...."

"Yes, my Beautiful Arab Mistress," Jennifer said as she went to 'her place' between Marya's long and curvaceous legs.

The women leisurely strolled hand-in-hand down the long hallway toward the dining area, with Akbar, of course, a respectful distance behind them.

"My Darling," Marya suddenly said. "Describe how it feels to not wear panties."

Jenny did not hesitate.

"I feel more like a woman -- I am very aware of my—ah—"

"Your cunt?" asked Marya.

"Yes..." replied the girl.

"Say it, dear!"

Jenny blushed.

"My cunt...there, I said it...I feel like I have freedom...almost like my c-cunt is the center of my being...."

Marya softly chuckled and said, "It IS the center of your being. And power? Do you feel the power of your cunt?"

"I know men want to use it for their pleasure."

"Darling, men don't just want to use our cunts -- they NEED our cunts -- they OBSESS over our cunts...they are powerless without our cunts and they are powerless when they are INSIDE our cunts!"

Marya stopped and held Jenny's shoulders and peered into her eyes.

She whispered, "Darling, you may be a slave to a man, but use your cunt well and he will become a slave to you!"

Jenny's eye grew wide.

"Darling, men are simple creatures with transparent minds. They believe by forbidding underwear they are demeaning us; they think by making us fearful of their cocks -- by forcing their cocks into our cunts and assholes they are controlling us...in reality, once they push their manhood into our wet and tight sheaths, they have surrendered all their power and control TO us...as brief as it might be, when they are mindlessly fucking us -- we are the ones in control -- we have the power to dictate life on our terms."

Jenny stopped when they arrived at the dining room where she had dinner with her father. Marya guided her beyond it.

"Your father will never share a meal with you again -- that would show others your father is weak -- that is unacceptable to Saudi men."

When they reached the servant's dining area, Marya motioned to Akbar to go inside.

"We will join you in a few seconds," she said, as he dutifully obeyed her.

"One last statement then we shall go eat," Marya told the girl. "I am a slave to a man in body only -- my mind has never been conquered and I will tell you why: I have learned how to use my cunt.

Men are absolutely horrified and terrified of our cunts. When they are inside us they feel our power over them, that is why men mask their fear of us with intimidation, abuse and violence -- if they can keep a woman fearful -- the woman will never know that it is she who is truly in charge.

Men are terrified by our cunts for two reasons: One is because it provides them with their greatest pleasure. In that brief moment when a man feels his balls contract, and his sperm comes rushing out of his cock, he is completely vulnerable and helpless -- two feelings a man is very much afraid of and will never admit to.

The most important reason though is they KNOW women are ultimately superior to them. Without women, there would be no life on earth -- without their mother's cunt -- they would not even exist. Deep down they know that it is women who truly possess the power in this world.

I have never been outside the walls of this compound in the twenty-five years I've been here -- yes -- I have been a prisoner in these houses all that time.

BUT, my mind and spirit are free...I lead a challenging and wonderful life here, I have no desire whatsoever to leave here...I am contented and happy every day I watch the sun rise...I love my Master and he loves me...why would I want anything else?"

Marya said one last thing to the girl: "I'm glad we have an extra week to prepare you for The Ceremony...if you are willing to learn, I will teach you how to properly use your cunt...."

Jillian bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as Master Ali's cock burrowed itself deeper and deeper into her asshole. She had discovered, by accident, that the best way to take his cock back there was to relax her sphincter -- not tighten it. And since then she concentrated on her breathing, and she even began to push back at him, ever-so-slightly, to aid his impalement of her.

The pain was getting worse; when she thought of other things, she found she could block the pain from her mind all-together.

She thought of her two Masters, and what she liked and didn't like about them.

Even though she'd met Master Ali only a few short hours ago, she already knew she liked him more than Master Achmed. It wasn't physical, they were the same in size and stature, and their cocks were nearly identical, too; no, Jillian had experienced a certain tenderness with Master Ali that Master Achmed seemed to lack.

She suddenly felt Master Ali's pubic hair against the raw-flesh of her whipped-buttocks. Her heart pounded harder as she realized she'd taken the full length of his cock inside her fundament.

She felt Master Ali's hands skillfully fondle her breasts and manipulate her hard nipples. She sighed and pushed her buttocks further into Master Ali. 

Her Master took this as a sign she was ready for him to begin a slow and steady fucking of her asshole. 

She was more than ready -- when Master Ali withdrew his cock to its very tip, then rammed back inside her, she met his thrusts with a violent pushing-back of her hips that took his breath away. 

It was this fucking, even before he unloaded copious amounts of semen into her asshole, that he decided he would steal this Slave-Girl away from his brother.

Verna was getting close. She held Judy's head to her pussy and thrilled at the woman's lips and tongue. She had underestimated the younger woman: Judy had become an expert cunt-licker in less than a week.

Suddenly, and for no reason, Verna thought about Achmed's letter that she had shown to Ali.

Dammit, she thought. She never got it back from Ali.

Thinking of the letter only served to remind her of Ali's degrading use of her body that day. 

The way he'd told her to strip after she initially refused; the way he roughly squeezed and pinched her flesh once she was naked; to the way he said: "Get on your knees, whore, and suck my cock!"

Even those other filthy Arab's she'd had to 'date' never treated her with such disrespect.

The way he'd tapped her head once she'd swallowed his nasty load to how dirty she'd felt on her hands and knees moving towards that fat woman with the hairy bush; and then there was the ass-fucking!

The way he'd made her coat his cock with her own saliva to the way he'd spat on his finger and worked it into her rectum. There was no way near enough lubrication as he fucked her ass with long, hard brutal strokes and thrusts.

Then he made her pick-up her clothes and leave his study before she could dress, all the while knowing he and the woman were watching the mixture of her blood and his cum ooze out of her anus and dribble down the backs of her legs.

She left that building humiliated and de-humanized. 

She almost felt like getting even with him. She almost felt like taking that letter public and creating a huge scandal for his family. She almost felt like any amount of money was not worth the shame and abuse she'd been forced to endure...almost.... 

Over the course of the next few days, as Judy and the boy serviced her time and again, Verna would shiver with fear and loathing at the thought of the unspeakable horrors that awaited Judy and the boy in that God-awful, Middle Eastern desert by those despicable and sadistic, dark-skinned Arab monsters.. 

She almost felt pity for Judy and the boy -- she almost decided to call it off and spare them from a certain life of misery -- she almost listened to her conscience as it pleaded with her not to turn over her friends to that cruel and evil man...almost....

"This is actually the tube that held one of the cigars your father loves to smoke," Marya explained to Jenny as the older woman removed the long and thick tube from Jenny's clasping cunt. "He left it here one day."

"What was he doing here?" Jenny asked; just as a long sigh escaped her lips.

"What do you think he was doing here?" asked Marya, frowning at the girl.

"Oh...yeah, okay...." answered the girl.

Every day for a week, in the fading light of sundown, Marya 'exercised' the girl using the tube. Marya taught Jenny tricks with her cunt that only the sluttiest Middle Eastern harem girl's know. 

How to squeeze and compress a male member as it slid in and out of her; how to milk the man's climax with the silken walls of her cunt to drain every last drop of his lust. Jenny had become adept at squeezing her cunt on the hard rubber tube.

"You are ready, my Darling..." Marya suddenly announced to the girl. "There is no more to teach you -- you have learned everything there is to know. In three-days your father will become your slave -- it will become impossible for him to resist the allure of your cunt."

Jenny shivered at the thought of it.

"Follow my teachings, and heed my advice," said the older woman, "...and you will live a long life of elegance and splendor. Most women can only fantasize of the physical pleasure and emotional rewards you will receive each and every day."

Marya's words were heady and intoxicating; the young girl fairly swooned. 

"One final word of warning, though," Marya continued. "I cannot stress enough the importance of this to you, and you are probably tired of hearing me say this: it is crucial you let your father think he is your Master -- you must set aside your ego and pride - he must truly believe that you are his property and that he owns you. All of this will have been for nothing if you don't behave like a proper Slave-Girl!"

Jenny felt a cold chill in the air. Goose-pimples raised her flesh as she finally understood the role she would be playing the rest of her life.

Marya stood near the end of the bed.

"Kneel on all fours with your bottom presented to me," Marya commanded.

Jenny did as she was told. At Marya's instruction, she spread her knees as far apart as they would go; the girl was uncomfortably aware of Marya staring at the rear-view of her crotch. 

"This is how you should show yourself during The Ceremony...all of the men in attendance will want to see your cunt from different angles...take pride in your cunt and always be mindful to show it to them whenever you can."

Jenny suddenly felt a warm liquid slowly roll down the split of her ass-cheeks. She felt Marya's thumb rubbing the oil onto her anus. The girl instinctively pulled away from Marya's intruding thumb.

Marya slapped her ass-cheeks hard - the sound of her hand on the girl's flesh filled the room.

"Do not move..." Marya ordered the girl. "Remember Akbar's warning a few days ago that yours will be a 'Double Ceremony'?"

"Yes," Jenny said softly as she felt Marya's well-oiled finger push into her anus. Jenny wanted to pull away, to stop this invasion of her most private orifice, but she remained still at Mistress Marya's urgings. "Doesn't that mean there will be another girl there -- maybe Jillian?"

Marya softly laughed. 

"Silly, girl," said the older woman. "You will be the only female involved...no, feel my finger inside you, and think of the phrase: 'Double Ceremony'...."

In a few seconds Jenny gasped and asked, "You don't mean?"

Marya chuckled and said, "Yes, my Darling...your father will take this virginity as well...now relax, and I will help make it easier for you. I will use the tube to stretch your asshole to better accommodate your fathers length and girth...this must always remain our secret -- your father would whip me until he tore my flesh to ribbons if he knew I was stretching you."

"Oh my..." the girl murmured as she felt Marya push the hard rubber tube past her anus and into her rectum.

"My Darling, this will also work to your advantage," said Marya. "Once I teach you how to manipulate his cock with the walls of your asshole -- well, your father will be putty in your hands."

Verna looked around the ballroom with a disgust and revulsion she'd never experienced before. 

There was a deep sickness, a pain, in the pit of her belly when she laid eyes upon the filthy Arab pigs she'd been forced to 'date' in order to earn a living. She prayed that Judy's meeting with Ali would be brief, and they could leave the reception as fast as possible.

At first glance, the men did not recognize her, for which she was grateful. The thought occurred to her: If I were naked, these pigs would know me in an instant. 

As she snuck glances of the men, their faces became a blur, instead, images of their cocks flashed in her memory. When she saw a man's face, she instantly remembered his hard cock; how it tasted, and which of her orifice's the man preferred for his second ejaculation. They had all used her mouth to satisfy their initial lust.

Verna felt a sudden jubilation when she realized she would no longer be forced to be their whore. She would finally be free to live her own life. 

There was a small ante room adjacent to the main ballroom. Judy found herself inside the room, alone for far too long, waiting for her husband's brother, Ali. 

It had been too easy, she thought. Verna had briefly spoken to a large and swarthy Arab man, and he had quickly ushered them inside the ballroom. They had barely enough time to enjoy eating a slice of cake and sip at their champagne when she saw Ali coming at them.

She'd thought he looked remarkably well; he was older than Achmed but looked much younger. He was his usual gracious self. 

Judy had become impatient with his small talk, and blurted out: "Your God-damn brother kidnapped my daughter -- will you help me? Can you help me get Jennifer back? ...please...."

She felt a cold chill run up her spine as his eyes narrowed. She remembered Achmed's recitation of one of his brother's favorite sayings: "If a woman's tongue did not provide so much pleasure -- I would have them all cut out."

Ali had pointed to the door leading to the ante room and told Judy to wait in there.

It was a very small room with just an ottoman on which to sit, she sat and contemplated her fate. 

The longer she waited the more frightened she became; her imagination ran rampant. She remembered all too clearly how she had rebuffed Ali's advances several years ago, and wondered what price he would demand from her now if he chose to help her cause.

She was certain he would extract a high price for his aid. Achmed had mentioned many times his brother's penchant for depravity. Judy was ready, however, to perform whatever act he demanded if it meant the safe return of her daughter.

Suddenly, the door opened and Judy bolted upright on the leather stool. Her nervous anticipation quickly turned to disappointment as she saw a short, fat Arab woman enter the room. As the woman approached her, Judy swore she saw the woman licking her lips.

"STAND!" the woman almost shouted at her.

The woman stood behind Judy, reached around her, and cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them hard.

Judy jumped; she tried to escape the invasive hands but the woman had a firm grip on her.

"STAY!" the woman told her.

Judy watched in the mirror she was facing, as the woman released her hold on her breasts and immediately began to unbutton the top of her sundress.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Judy demanded to know.

"QUIET!" was the woman's only response.

When the last button was undone, Judy's large breasts spilled out of her dress. The woman folded the top of her dress in place below her breasts. Judy stared in the mirror at her exposed breasts. 

She then felt the woman's hands raising the hem of the dress. She panicked and tried to pull away from her.

The woman's strong hand grasped one of Judy's nipples and squeezed it so hard that Judy cried out with pain.

"STAND STILL!" the woman shouted at her.

Quiet and subdued, Judy stood motionless as the woman rolled the hem of her dress upwards until it remained in place above her hips. Judy was acutely aware that her pink panties were the only protection now covering her modesty.

The woman wasted no time in hooking her fingers in the lace waistband and pulled them down off her hips and legs. When they were on the floor, the woman scooped them up and put them in the pocket of the blazer she wore.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 03



"HANDS ON STOOL!" the woman ordered.

The ottoman was low to the floor and Judy realized how vulnerable she was bent over like this. She knew it was a dumb thing to do but she clenched her thighs tightly together anyway. 

The woman's hand smacked her bottom; Judy spread her legs apart to where the woman wanted them.

The woman walked away from her; even in the small room Judy couldn't see where she went. When she returned Judy saw in the mirror the woman holding what appeared to be a wooden paddle.

Judy had two-seconds to wonder what it was meant for before she saw the woman raise her arm then bring the paddle down hard on her right buttock.

SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK....

The stinging pain brought tears to Judy's eyes. The woman went to Judy's other side and began spanking her left buttock.

SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK....

Judy was sobbing like a school-girl when the woman was finished with her.

"OPEN YOUR BUTTOCKS!" the woman shouted at her.

There was no hesitation. Her ass-cheeks were painfully sore and she flinched when her fingers pried them apart. Judy shivered when the cool air met her exposed anus. The woman kicked Judy's legs further apart - she almost fell forward.

"REMAIN LIKE THIS -- YOUR MASTER WILL ARRIVE SOON...."

The woman left the room. Judy could have closed her legs and stood upright if she had wanted, but she thought it wiser for Ali to find her like this.

So this is how it's going to be, thought Judy. He would use her rear-hole to extract his revenge. 

Fine, she said to herself. If taking an ass-fucking is his price for saving Jennifer, I will gladly submit to him. 

The door to the room opened, and in the mirror, Judy saw the reflection of her brother. She saw the sneer on his face.

"Why Judith, how very nice of you to display your finest attribute to me..." he said approaching the woman.

He stood behind her and enjoyed the sight of her glowing-red buttocks. His prick began to twitch inside his slacks.

"Hmmm, yes...Druscilla does an excellent job with her paddle -- she's very thorough...you know why I had her spank you?"

Judy said "No" in a very small voice.

"You rejected me, Judith...that is unacceptable..."

"That was five-years ago, Ali—"

"I never forget when I do not get what I want!" he said. "I had a talk with your friend...I understand my brother has claimed what is rightfully his, but you don't agree...."

"Please, Ali," she said. "I made a mistake -- I lost my head...I want to make it right...please help me get Jennifer back...."

"You disrespect me and now you want my help?" his voice suddenly softened. "Here I find you bending over showing me your little brown rosebud...does this mean you want your Master Ali to fuck you the in the ass with his big Arab cock? What is it you want right now, my beautiful Slave-Girl?"

Judy shuddered at his words. He couldn't make this easy for her, no, not Ali, she had no other choice -- she wanted this over and done -- she would tell him what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, please, Ali -- fuck me in the ass!"

"That didn't sound very convincing, my pretty white whore...."

Judy gulped and shook the tears out of her eyes. She remembered what Achmed had wanted to hear when he took her rear-virginity.

"PLEASE MASTER -- FUCK ME IN THE ASS -- I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BIG ARAB COCK IN MY ASSHOLE -- PLEASE MASTER ALI -- PLEASE FILL MY ASSHOLE WITH YOUR BIG, BEAUTIFUL BROWN ARAB COCK!!"

Marya awakened her sleeping Slave-Girl with a long, sweet kiss on her lips. She stroked the girl's face and smiled down at her.

"Tonight, you will open your legs for your father and feel his manhood inside you for the first time..." she whispered to Jenny. "What do you think of that?"

Jenny said, "I am excited...and scared...."

They embraced and kissed. 

Marya said, "You will need all your strength for tonight, but for now though, I want to use your pretty mouth one last time when you are still a girl -- tomorrow we will make love as two women."

When the airplane finally reached cruising altitude, Verna unclasped the seatbelt and went to use the toilet. Making her way down the long aisle, she surreptitiously searched the faces of her fellow passengers. She thought for sure that Ali would have people watching them, but, of course, she recognized no one.

Just a bunch of filthy Arabs, she thought to herself. God, you can even smell their stink.

Back in her seat she thought about her conversation with Ali. 

He had balked at her idea to kidnap Judy and the boy from her house, and fly them out on the family airplane.

"No," he'd said, "...that is too risky. We have political and business enemies who watch our every move. My people cannot be seen with those two, either here, or at the airport in Riyadh. I have a better plan...."

Verna had to admit his plan made more sense. It was simple and solid. The only problem she foresaw was at the transfer point, when Judy and Johnny would be taken from the cab, and put into a van for their trip to the family compound.

Ali had reassured her that the transfer point was isolated, and no one would see what was happening.

Still, Verna would have preferred to have been paid-off in America, and not in the streets of Saudi Arabia. 

"My dear Helen," he'd said, "no one will be suspicious if you buy the plane tickets, and you accompany them on the flight. My people would be noticed immediately. When my men in the van take custody of the two, they will give you a briefcase full of money...your wildest dreams are about to come true."

Maybe, she thought. But I won't feel safe until I'm back in the United States with that briefcase.

Judy squirmed to find a comfortable position on the hard airplane seat. Ali's woman had done a thorough job of spanking her. Not only that, but her rectum was still sore from his sodomy of her.

She remembered how happy she was when she'd felt Ali squirt inside her asshole after only a few minutes, but that changed quickly when she realized his cock had remained hard, her tight hole had given him a renewed energy, and he brutally fucked her ass for another twenty-minutes before he unloaded his cum inside her again.

That's ancient history, she told herself. In a few hours I will be with Jennifer again. That makes everything worthwhile...and it sounds so simple, too. Take a cab from the airport to a meeting place Ali had told Verna about, meet-up with Jennifer and bring her right back home.

She wasn't, however, looking forward to another thirty-eight-hours on the return trip. 

On the plane ride back, she told herself, she wouldn't be embarrassed to ask the flight attendant for a pillow to sit on.

She had the window seat with Johnny in the middle, between the two women. She curled on her side, it was less painful that way, and rested her head against his shoulder.

When nightfall came, and the lights in the cabin were dimmed, she asked for a blanket and spread it across her and Johnny's laps. She had been absentmindedly stroking the boy's thigh, and when her hand felt the bulge in his pants she felt obligated to relieve him. 

She whispered in his ear: "Open your pants and take it out for me, sweetie...Mommy will make you feel better...."

Johnny never had to be told twice when it came to his hard-on. Soon, Judy's small hand was slowly stroking his throbbing cock underneath the blanket.

She thinks she's so clever, thought Verna; using a blanket to cover the fact she was giving her son a handjob right there on the airplane. Out of the corner of her eye she could clearly see the up-and-down motion of Judy's hand under the blanket.

Verna noticed the boy suddenly move his hips, and heard him give muffled cries of pleasure thru his closed hand, then she heard Judy murmuring in his ear: "Good boy—give Mommy your cum—Oh, yes, give it all to me, you're such a good boy...."

The tramp is going to fit right in with that perverted family, thought Verna.

When it came their turn for a taxicab, neither Verna nor Judy noticed the yellow cab that jumped out of line and cut in front of the next cab in line. They climbed into the backseat with their small, carry-on bags. The driver sped-off even before Verna had given him the address.

The three of them were mildly surprised when they drove through town; it was more modern than they thought it would be. Traffic was heavy, and the going was slow, but finally the three of them could see the desert off in the distance.

At the very end of town, the cab made a left-turn and mid-way down the street they all saw the white, unmarked van.

"Oh-my-God—oh-my-God---I can't wait to see her," Judy excitedly said.

When the cab came to a full stop, impatiently, Judy opened the door and rushed outside towards the van. Johnny dutifully followed her. The side doors slid open, and three men grabbed the two and pushed them into the van.

Verna saw the commotion and wondered what was going on -- everything had happened so fast. Judy and the boy had vanished into the van in a matter of seconds. 

One of the men opened Verna's door and motioned for her to get out. He held a gun in his hand.

"Where's my money? I don't see the briefcase," she said. 

She remained calm, and looked all around her but didn't see a briefcase.

"Get out of the car and come with us," said the man holding the gun. 

She suddenly realized what was happening and screamed at the cab driver, "GET OUT OF HERE—GO—GO—START DRIVING DAMMIT!!"

The cab driver slowly turned around and pointed a gun at her head.

"White whore," he said. "You heard the man—get out of the car!"

"B-But I made a deal—I made a deal with Ali—"

The driver smiled and said, "Stupid whore, you made a deal with the devil himself...GET YOUR FILTHY WHITE CUNT OUT OF MY CAR!!"

Marya gasped and sighed when she saw Jenny in her white, thigh-high translucent negligee and sheer white panties.

There was a knock on the door, and a man Jenny didn't know was outside their room.

"Where's Akbar?" Jenny said in surprise.

"He's going to be busy tonight, my Darling," answered Marya.

The older woman took Jenny's hand and led her through the hallways. She noticed the girl's hand was moist, and she saw a light film of perspiration on her forehead.

"My Darling, you will be fine...there is nothing to be nervous about...do exactly what I taught you and everything will be okay."

Marya explained to the girl where they were going.

"It's called 'The Viewing Room'...there are many big-screen tv's and a large projector screen. Sometimes your father shows movies in there...when you walk thru the door, a spotlight will shine on you and your father... your father will lead you down a narrow aisle. There will be many men on either side of you...it will be so dark and the spotlight will be in your eyes - you won't even see them...you will see a large bed against the far wall...you will stand before the bed and your father will take you in his arms...after that, just do whatever he tells you."

"Are you going to be in the room with me?" Jenny anxiously asks her Mistress.

Marya smiles and says, "No, Darling, to the right of the door you will enter you will see a large mirror, it is two-way glass and I will be watching you from behind the mirror in a small room...make me proud, my Darling."

"I-I will try my best, Mistress Marya," said the trembling girl.

"Darling, how does it feel to be wearing panties?" she asked the girl.

"They're tight—they're very constricting," answered the girl.

"You won't have to wear them for long...your father will have your panties off you very quickly, and then you will feel free and you will never have to wear them again."

When Marya suddenly came to a halt, Jenny's heart stopped as they looked at the door in front of them. 

"I'll be thru that door over there, watching My Sweet Angel's performance," said Marya pointing to a door on their right.

Then the older woman looked down at the girl's panties. Yes, they are very tight, she thought. 

The girl's pouting cunt-lips pressed against the sheer material were clearly visible.

"Darling," Marya said to the girl. "When you walk thru that door and down the aisle, open your legs slightly and show your cunt to all the men...they will all fall in love with you."

Suddenly Achmed appeared. He was wearing an intricately woven robe with designs, and the family crest.

He took Jenny's hand from Marya and asked, "My Sweet Little Girl, are you ready to become a woman?"

Jenny gazed into her father's piercing brown eyes and replied, "Yes, Daddy...."

They walked thru the door into The Viewing Room.

Marya opened the door to the small room. She knew what she would find inside. She knew what her assignment was for that night.

Tied naked to chairs, with penis-gags filling their mouths, were Judith and Johnny. Their eyes grew wide as they watched the exotic, raven-haired woman take off her dress.

Marya sat between the two and chuckled as she saw the boy's member react to her nudity. 

He may not be a large man, she observed, but he did possess a weapon to be proud of. She guessed it was longer than Achmed's and Ali's, but not quite as thick. 

Yes, she thought, with his sudden erection, by the time the boy witnessed first The Ceremony then The Celebration he will never want to go home. He will be a slave to his penis, like so many men before him.

"My name is Helen...." The woman said, barely audible, through her tears and sobs.

She was suspended by her wrists attached to two rings hanging from the ceiling. She had to stand on her tip-toes as her feet could not fully reach the floor.

Ali wiped his brow with the shredded remains of the woman's blouse. He tossed it aside and placed his favorite whip back inside the cabinet.

"Yes, dear, you are Helen," said Ali. "Tell me WHY your name is Helen!"

"Because it is your wish, you are my Master...."

Ali admired his handiwork on her buttocks and thighs. She flinched and cringed when his burning hands touched her marks.

Ali marveled at how much the whip had changed her attitude. Only twenty-minutes earlier she had been cursing him with racial epitaphs, and now she was as tame as a pussy-cat. 

"My dear Slave-Girl," Ali said softly as he wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Accept your new role -- you will be a Slave-Girl for the remainder of your life...if you perform well, you will live a long and happy life behind these walls...if you refuse our demands, or fight us in any way -- your days on this earth will be short and filled with pain -- it is your choice to make."

He held her head as he kissed her lips. When he felt her respond, and kiss him back, he broke-off the kiss and said, "Good girl...."

"My dear, Helen, I must leave you for now...I will watch my brother deflower his pretty eighteen-year-old daughter...do not fret over my absence though, Akbar here will keep you entertained tonight."

Marya took the gags out of their mouths with the warning of "Do not cry out -- do not bother screaming -- this is a sound-proof booth!"

Judith immediately questioned the woman: "Who are you? Why are we here? What is to become of us? What is that room with the big bed we are watching?"

"Silence, woman!" said Marya with an icy stare at the babbling woman. 

Just then, Judith saw her daughter, and exclaimed, "Oh my God -- there's my sweet girl. She looks so beautiful...oh my, why is she dressed like that? OH MY GOD—why is my husband holding her hand? They're not walking to that bed, are they? What are they doing? WHAT IS ACHMED GOING TO DO TO MY DAUGHTER?"

Marya casually replied: "He is going to do what your son could not do -- he is going to make a woman of her!"

"Oh my poor baby," cried Judith. 

When the door had opened, Jenny could hear the chattering voices of many men, but as soon as the spotlight shone on her, not a word was heard. 

Sure, men gasped and sighed when they laid their eyes on the pretty white girl, but now the room was completely quiet.

She could feel their eyes staring at her. She opened her legs wider and gently swayed her hips from side-to-side showing the men her flowering cunt-lips through the sheer white panties.

She took a deep breath and realized her fear was gone. She felt exhilarated; joyful; she was proud to be on display.



Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 04



Jennifer gave her father's hand a squeeze as they walked down the aisle towards the large bed. 

She was giddy; light-headed. She was proud to be on display in a room full of lust-filled Arab men. She stared upwards into her father's eyes. She saw his desire for her, but something else, as well.

Her heart leapt with joy as she gazed at the tenderness and love in her father's eyes.

This wasn't about sex, thought the young girl, no, it was more...it was the consummation of the deep love they felt for one another. She would willingly give herself to him to prove that she belonged to him; he was her Daddy and her Master.

Her father held her hand and helped her step onto the platform; the stage on which she would surrender her virginity to the gawking eyes of her Daddy's closest and most trusted friends.

The room was still; the spotlight blinded the girl from everything except her father. They stood beside the bed. He held her shoulders and their heads slowly came together for a long and lingering kiss. 

Jennifer's nipples instantly became hard; visible thru her sheer negligee. Her father slowly ran a hand down his daughter's supple body; caressing her breasts; rolling the nipples with his fingers.

Then as his hand stroked her belly, and worked its way lower, Jenny opened her thighs and allowed his hand to cup her sex thru her panties. His fingers stroked the girl's labia; the man elicited groans of pleasure from his daughter, and a sudden wetness flooded her cunt.

Her father's hand was covered with her moisture. He brought it to his nose and sniffed at it with a smile on his face. 

"Display yourself to the men -- show them your excitement," said her father.

Jennifer at first thought her father's voice was unnecessarily loud, but she instantly remembered one of Marya's instructions to her: "Raise your voice when you speak -- the men in the room expect to hear your every word and utterance." 

"Yes, Daddy," she replied with a raised voice.

She opened her legs further and faced the audience; the wet crotch of her panties clearly visible for all to see. She heard moans from some of the men in the room.

Her father then licked her wetness from his hand and smiled.

"Open my robe," her father ordered the girl.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

Jennifer's hands untied the knot on his belt. Her hands were steady; sure of themselves.

She saw his manhood pushing out the front of his robe. She felt even more moisture flood her cunt as she was about to part his robe and expose her father's hard cock.

In the final second, just before she opened his robe, Jennifer experienced the exhilaration she'd felt when she opened a Christmas present she knew beforehand she was receiving, but it was so highly valued and coveted, it none-the-less took her breath away when she first laid eyes on it.

She stared downward when she parted his robe. Jennifer wanted to feast her eyes on the gift her father was giving her.

Her eyes widened, and the sweet look of adoration filled her pretty face. Her father removed the robe and threw it near the end of the bed, and he stood naked before his daughter. All the while her eyes remained on her father's magnificent cock.

"Take it in your hand, girl," he ordered.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

She held it by its underside in the palm of her hand. It rested in her hand for a few seconds before she curled her fingers around its girth. She moved her hand very slowly back-and-forth. Her father demanded another kiss and she raised her face to meet his. 

This time, his tongue darted into her mouth and she readily sucked on it. Their tongues licked and danced together while she stroked his turgid cock.

"Go to your knees, girl," he said loudly.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

Her mouth was now level with his manhood. She saw pre-cum leaking from the slit. His aroma filled her head and she swooned and became dizzy with desire.

"Kiss my cock," he commanded.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

She slightly parted her lips and pressed them to his purple cockhead. With the fragrance of his crotch pleasantly assaulting her senses, she kissed all around and up-and-down his entire throbbing organ.

"Lick my cock," he said.

"Yes, Daddy," she sighed.

She made sure the men in the room could see her tongue lapping at his flesh with long and slow snake-like movements. 

"Daughter of mine -- SUCK YOUR FATHER'S COCK!" he commanded. 

"YES, DADDY!" she said as she slid her lips over the glans and sucked more than half of his cock into her mouth.

Although she wasn't told to do it, she did what comes naturally to women everywhere in the world. While she sucked his glans and bobbed her head back-and-forth over his length, one small hand grasped his shaft and began stroking. Her other hand cradled his scrotum and massaged the balls in his sac.

They clearly heard the men in the audience whistle and grunt their approval.

Suddenly, her father pulled back and his cock came free of her mouth. Jennifer had her eyes closed and had become lost in the sucking; she'd loved the taste of the cock in her mouth. 

She opened her eyes and her first instinct was to move her head forward to try and recapture his cock with her lips. Her father held her head still and she whimpered with disappointment.

"Stand up, girl" he said to his kneeling daughter.

"Y-Yes, D-Daddy," the replied the frustrated girl.

He turned Jennifer so she was facing the audience. He stood directly behind her. She felt his strong hands on her shoulders. 

Suddenly, in one swift and violent motion he ripped the negligee from her creamy white-fleshed body and threw it in the air, it landed on his previously discarded robe.

His mouth went to her neck and kissed as much of her soft skin as possible. His hands gripped her breasts; he twisted and kneaded the sensitive flesh until Jennifer moaned and pushed her panty-covered bottom against his rampant cock.

His hands traveled downward until they stroked her hips and belly. He caressed her buttocks and cunt through the panties. His teeth nipped and bit at her ear lobes. The front of her panties was soaked with her juices.

His hands crept inside the panties, his fingers took hold of the lacey waistband, and with a quick yank of his hands, the flimsy material easily was torn from the girl's quivering body. Those too were tossed on the heap of clothes at the foot of the bed.

He did not pause; he pulled the girl backwards into his body. His arms reached between her legs from the rear, he grasped her inner thighs with both hands he lifted his daughter upwards until she was off the floor.

Jennifer gasped loudly when she found her buttocks resting on her father's arms, her back against his chest, and her thighs held wide apart by his strong hands. Her cunt was open for all the men in the room to stare at and admire.

Her father slowly walked from side to side, holding his daughter off the floor with her virgin cunt totally exposed to his closest friends.

Jennifer heard the men shout their approval; she heard much commotion in the room.

If she hadn't been blinded by the spotlight, she would have seen that each man had brought a girl with them, most likely their favorite concubine, and now each girl was naked and servicing their Master with the orifice of his choosing.

Her father suddenly turned to the bed and gently laid his beautiful, virgin daughter on the black satin sheet. 

It was apparent to all why he had chosen a black sheet: even the men gasped as they saw the stark contrast between the black sheet and Jennifer's smooth and soft, milky-white flesh. 

"OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR YOUR FATHER!" an increasingly agitated Achmed shouted down at his trembling daughter. The lust in his balls was boiling; his eyes were narrow slits staring down at his irresistible white daughter lying on the bed before him.

"Y-Yes, Daddy..." the cowering girl replied. Her eyes fixed on her father's throbbing and pulsating erection. It looked to the girl to be huge, purple and angry.

She watched her own father position himself between her open thighs. He slowly, tantalizingly teased the girl by running his cockhead up and down the lips of her virgin cunt. He made sure she wanted it as much as he did.

He stared into her eyes and said, "I will make you a woman now,"

She was now fearful and scared. She had thought about this moment a thousand times in her life. Until recently though, she never dreamt it would be her own father kneeling between her open legs, his erect cock in hand, pressing the mushroomed-shaped glans against her quivering pussy-lips. 

Achmed waited for the telltale signs; he teased her cunt-lips with his cock. He could feel the wetness oozing from her slit. 

Suddenly, he felt her nether lips flower open; blossom. He felt the lips take hold of his cockhead. In one sudden and violent action he rammed his weapon hard into his daughter, bursting through the thin membrane of her hymen until he was buried completely inside the shaking girl's awakening cunt.

"ALLAHU AKBAR (GOD IS GREAT)!!" he shouted.

The assembled men wildly cheered and clapped their hands. Even the naked concubines screamed their approval. 

The girl's cry of "UUUNNNGGGHHH" was drowned-out by the shouts of the lust-crazed audience. 

Marya thrust her hips downward impaling herself on the boy's cock at the exact moment they watched Achmed deflower the boy's pretty wife. 

The older woman sat on the boy's cock as they both watched the man rest atop his daughter before he began his long, hard thrusts into the girl.

Marya perfectly timed her fucking of the boy with that of his young and beautiful wife. 

Beside them, Judith sobbed and tears ran down her cheeks as she witnessed the spectacle of her daughter's innocence taken from her by the girl's father. 

She obeyed the exotic woman's orders, and played with her own cunt. The slaps she had received on her face served as a stinging reminder of the violence of which the woman named 'Mistress Marya' was capable.

The three of them watched with wide-eyed amazement as Jennifer suddenly threw her arms around her father's shoulders and clung to him; her spread legs slowly rose on their own volition and wrapped around her father's back.

Jennifer timed her hips to meet her father's every thrust -- frantically trying to draw every inch of his manhood into her cunt.

The window through which they were watching was slowly fogging-over by the intense heat inside the room. There were now eleven couples madly fornicating as their eyes remained fixed on the bed.

Marya thought it exciting; feeling the boy's long cock sliding in and of out her cunt while watching thru the moisture on the glass, Jennifer's frantic writhing against her Master, and the sounds of the young girl's squeals and screams of joy.

When she saw Judith's closed eyes and open mouth, with her hands working frantically between her legs, The raven-haired beauty allowed a smile to cross her face as she realized with great joy how easily the woman and boy would be totally enslaved. 

She eagerly looked forward to personally 'training' the boy and the woman he called 'Mommy'.

When Akbar finally raised his mouth from the woman's cunt, he smiled and watched her writhing on her back, gasping for air. Even when he released her restraints, she left her legs wide open. He knew she needed the cool air to refresh her pleasantly burning cunt. 

He never counted the number of orgasms he gave to the woman, but he knew Helen had taken to his tongue well; he'd heard her screams of ecstasy for over an hour.

Akbar could hear voices in the next room. The male servants were beginning to assemble for the white woman's final descent into debauchery and total slavery. 

Master Ali wanted no time wasted with this woman; the sooner she accepted and embraced her new role in life, the quicker he could move on to more pressing matters.

Alkabar walked into the room and greeted the men. They were life-long and devoted servants and slaves to Master Ali, and even though this had been a hastily arranged 'Celebration,' when the men had been ordered to refrain from sexual relations with their wives tonight, they knew it would be worthwhile and extremely pleasurable for them.

Especially since their prize would be a beautiful white woman. All of the men enjoyed defiling white women and filling their holes with their lust.

While the men ate caviar and oysters and drank the native sweet liquor, Akbar set about his work.

He opened a cabinet and looked at the twenty pairs of phallic devices that were neatly arranged from small and thin to grotesquely long and thick. He selected the pair Master Ali had instructed him to use.

They were made of a hard and smooth rubber, and appeared to be exact replications of erect, dark-bown cocks. They were six-inches long, and an inch-and-a-half in diameter.

Master Ali was always kind to a woman the first time she 'Rode the Horse.' Later on, the woman would be forced to ride the longer and thicker cocks.

In semi-darkness, Akbar screwed the base of the cocks into the metal receptacles on the 'saddle' of the horse. When they were firmly in place, from the cabinet he retrieved a large, red can -- the size of a coffee can, and took off the cover.

He went to the horse, scooped his hand into the can until his fingers and hand was coated with a soft paste-like substance. He smeared the paste onto the cocks until he was satisfied they were covered from the tip to the base with the gooey paste.

Akbar immediately washed his hands then went into the other room to retrieve the woman.

She was just as he'd left her, but he noticed she'd finally closed her legs.

He helped her to her feet. She was slow to respond, and unsteady on her feet. He pulled her alongside him, around a corner and into the other room. 

The men's voices became animated with excitement and anticipation when they saw the woman. Yes, she was old, maybe forty, but her body was in prime condition and shape, and she had one of the more beautiful faces they'd ever seen on a white woman.

Helen couldn't see much in the near darkness of the room. She thought she saw something in the middle of the mattresses strewn about the floor.

Why are there mattresses on the floor? she wondered.

Then suddenly she was blinded by a large spotlight. She squinted and had to wait until her eyes became accustomed to the bright light. It was then she saw what looked to her to be a large, child's hobby horse in the center of the room, resting on a three-foot high platform.

What the hell? Why is THAT there? She thought it looked ludicrous standing all by itself.

It was then she recognized what was obscenely protruding from the saddle: two large cocks. She looked twice -- she wasn't mistaken, they looked exactly like men's cocks, and they were a dark brown.

"My dear Helen," said Akbar. "Master Ali says you will Ride the Horse for an hour, and then we will release you."

"Ride the Horse?" she asked out loud. "What do you mean?"

Before Akbar could answer her question she had figured it out herself.

The small hairs on the back of her neck stood straight as she became paralyzed with fear.

"NO-NO, PLEASE...."

One of the servants helped Akbar hold her in place.

Akbar whispered into the woman's ear: "You are Master Ali's white slave -- you will perform whatever act he demands -- you will Ride the Horse for one-hour tonight -- if you refuse or fight me -- I will whip the flesh off your body until you pass-out from the pain."

They dragged her towards the horse. Her resistance faded; she allowed the men to place her on the platform next to the horse. 

"Put your foot in the stirrup and climb on the horse...."

Her entire body shook and trembled; she missed the stirrup on her first try. The man beside her reached down and physically placed her foot in the stirrup. Two more men appeared, and they helped lift the woman up and over the horse and fastened her other foot in a stirrup.

Helen was forced to stand in the stirrups; the rubber cocks prevented her from sitting. 

Suddenly Akbar was besides her adjusting the cocks. She cried out when she felt the flaring head of one cock inserted between the lips of her cunt. When she felt the other cock pressing firmly against her anus she screamed.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---PLEEEEEZZZ-NOOOOOOOO...."

She carefully balanced herself between the two cocks. She stood perfectly still so neither of the cocks would get too far inside her.

Her hands were fastened on handles on either side of the horses head, and she had to readjust her grip to maintain her balance. Her feet were firmly fastened into the stirrups.

She was totally aware of the vulnerable and dangerous position she was in. She felt the gooey paste on her cunt and anus.

Her final thought was: At least when these damn things go inside me, they'll be lubricated.

Helen was alone on the platform atop the horse.

A servant was on each side of her with a menacing whip in hand.

Standing in her precarious position, Helen heard Akbar address the men.

"Master Ali welcomes you all and thanks you for your hard work and dedication to him...he wishes to reward you tonight with his newest acquisition...she is a beautiful woman from the United States of America that Master Ali sincerely hopes you find desirable..."

Suddenly Akbar shouted: "MAKE THE WHITE WOMAN RIDE!!!"

Immediately, the men on either side of her brought their whips down hard on her buttocks. They cracked so loud they sounded like pistol shots. 

The woman screamed as she tried to avoid the whips by falling forward, it was then the front phallus became deeply embedded in her cunt. Her body fell forward, then the tight and lively springs of the child's hobby horse sent her reeling backwards. Another piercing scream filled the room as her asshole became impaled on the rear phallus.

A loud cheer from the men in the room drowned out her cries of misery. 

The two men set her pace with their whips. If they wanted her to ride faster they would use the whips on the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. When they were satisfied she was riding the way they wanted, they ceased whipping her and enjoyed the show.

She soon found their desired pace. She rocked back and forth at the pace they wanted to escape the brutal whipping.

Her screams and shouts became mumbled cries; groans and moans. Her body perspired as she fought for air. The alternating cocks inside her no longer hurt. She became accustomed to their length and girth.

The sticky paste on the cocks began to dissolve into liquid inside her holes. The walls of her cunt and asshole became saturated with the liquid. Her eyes suddenly bugged wide open.

"OOOOooooooooooooo...." she cried out.

She'd never felt such pleasure. The liquid in her holes stimulated her lust. When a cock plunged to the depths of her cunt and the rear cock vacated her asshole, her asshole cried out to be filled.

When she thrust backwards to satisfy her rear need, her cunt ached to feel the frontal cock inside her again. She clung to the horse's neck and rode at a quicker pace; a pace that satisfied the craving she felt in both her cunt and asshole.

Her voice was singing her pleasure. She "OOO'ed" and "AHHH'ed" each and every time her cunt or asshole was filled with a rubber cock. She was close to her orgasm and vigorously rode the horse.

She felt the pleasure building deep inside her. The men could hear the springs of the horse squeaking louder and louder.

Her climax was deafening. The men stared and listened with amusement as the white woman embraced and clung tightly to the horse. The look of pure rapture on her face caused a couple men to open their pants, take out their hard cocks and masturbate as they watched the woman shake and jerk and wildly buck her hips aboard the hobby horse.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 04



When her orgasm subsided, Helen's rocking motion slowed down. She thought she would be able to rest, to catch her breath, but suddenly she felt the searing pain of the whips and heard the loud CRACKS and she rocked the horse faster again. 

It was then she realized the lust in her cunt and asshole never subsided, in fact, they were stronger than before.

Out loud she whimpered and groaned with every thrust. 

In her mind she screamed: OH MY GOD THIS IS WONDERFUL—OH MY GOD THIS IS WONDERFUL---I NEVER WANT IT TO STOP—I WANT TO RIDE THIS HORSE FOREVER....

Akbar stood to the side of the room. He was enjoying the white woman's ride. He especially loved watching the full, fruity gourds of her breasts dancing and swaying as she vigorously rode the horse. Her brown aureoles were large, and her erect nipples were long and thick. 

He'd seen many women on the horse, and he knew from her actions, that she took very well to the riding; that she would demean and subjugate herself to Master Ali -- she would readily perform whatever act he demanded all so she could ride the horse again.

She'd only been on the horse for seven-minutes before she had her first orgasm. Akbar guessed she would have six more before she was done.

Yes, he thought, after tonight she will be a docile and obedient slave to Master Ali. 

Suddenly, Akbar remembered what Master Ali had said to him one time.

"Once a woman rides the horse, and experiences The Celebration afterwards, she is no longer fit to live with decent people in a civilized society. 

She has no other thoughts in her head except how to satisfy the never-ending, unquenchable lust she feels between her legs."

Akbar heard Helen's shrill scream and watched her body contort wildly on the horse as she enjoyed her second orgasm. 

Helen was tired and exhausted. Someone made her sniff smelling salts to keep her alert and conscious. Her cunt and asshole were on fire from the liquid goo, and the pleasure she felt in her loins was indescribable. When her rocking motions slowed she was once again revived by the whips on her buttocks. 

A steady stream of indecipherable moans escaped her open lips. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her quivering white flesh. She wondered how it was possible to experience such exquisite ecstasy and unbelievable agony at the same time. 

She was made to ride on and on and on....

Jennifer couldn't believe the lewd and perverse thrill she felt as she exposed her virgin anus to the assembled crowd of degenerate Arab men.

After her father had filled her deflowered pussy with his thick and creamy cum, he had demanded she parade in front of the audience with her legs wide open so all the men could see his discharge ooze from her cunt down her thighs and legs.

She was then commanded to go to her knees and clean her father's cock and balls with her lips and tongue. She knelt between his open thighs a long time working feverishly to clean and revive his organ. She even sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time, in hopes of inspiring him to another erection. 

Finally, once his cock was long and thick again, she was ordered to stand by the side of the bed and rest her head and shoulders on the mattress. With her legs stretched as far apart as they would go, she obeyed her father and reached back and pulled apart her buttocks to show the men the most intimate part of her body.

She didn't understand the Arabic language, but the catcalls and whistles from the dirty old men was a universal language all in itself. She knew what they wanted her father to do to her next.

She flinched when she felt her father's oily finger at her back portal, but steadied herself and allowed him to thoroughly lubricate her asshole. 

His finger felt huge inside her, and she shuddered to think how she would be able to accommodate his big cock in such a tiny hole. She was grateful Marya had prepared her for this event.

Suddenly her father removed his finger and spoke loudly to her.

"Darling, take hold of my cock and place it against your entrance then push your hips backwards and take it inside you!"

When she felt the fat knob of his cockhead pushing against her puckered rose she briefly panicked but controlled herself. She gritted her teeth and pushed her hips backwards until she felt her father's cockhead suddenly burst into her opening. 

She groaned into the pillow and hoped her father would give her time enough to get used to the strange invasion but he had other ideas. His hands grasped her hips and violently pulled her backwards as he thrust his cock forward until he was buried to the hilt inside his daughter's rectum.

"ALLAHU AKBAR!!" shouted her father.

The assembled men broke into applause and whistled their approval. Jennifer's screams of agony were drowned out by the noise in the room and the pillow where she buried her face.

It was official: her father had now taken both her front, and rear virginities.

Akbar decided to have Helen 'Ride the Horse' until she was on the brink of yet another orgasm. He watched her dazed, and lust contorted face for the signs.

The assembled men were growing impatient. They knew the time was near, and every one of them was naked, and silently stood around the horse with their hard cocks in their hands. 

When Helen threw back her head, and began to frantically impale herself on the rubber cocks, he shouted the command to remove her from the horse. She cried out in anguish from being denied her climax -- the men around her cheered and whistled. 

The two handlers held her tight while her wobbly legs slowly grew accustomed to standing again. When she was stable, they brought her to a heavily padded mat and left her standing there.

It was a matter of seconds before the first group of men rushed in and claimed her body. They positioned her to receive a cock in her cunt, one in her asshole and a third in her mouth.

Two men in the second group took her hands and placed them on their cocks to stimulate their erections so they'd be ready for her once the first group of men pumped their semen into the moaning, and more than willing white slave.

The liquefied paste in her pussy and asshole had served its purpose, as always. Helen contorted her body to accept all the hard cocks and when they settled into a rhythm, her eyes rolled in their sockets from the relief and ecstasy of being stuffed full of hard, male members.

She was much more than a willing recipient of this debauchery. She was demanding, as well. As soon as one cock emptied inside her, she needed to be filled with another and would shake her cunt, asshole or mouth at the next man in line.

The once proud and haughty white woman who'd shown such open disdain and hatred for Arab men now begged, pleaded and cried to be filled with their hard, brown cocks.

Back at Master Achmed's house, in the room adjacent to where Jennifer was receiving her first ass-fucking from her father, the pretty redhead, Jillian, diligently rode another Rocking Horse. 

The two servants, with whip in hands, stood by and watched the once-innocent white girl thrash about wildly on the horse, working feverishly to feel the full impalement of the rubber cocks in her throbbing orifices.

The men no longer needed to 'encourage' her with their whips. Jillian wore a continuous dazed smile on her lust-contorted, pretty face.

When Achmed was finished defiling his daughter, the Sheiks and dignitaries would come into the room and empty their bloated balls into the pretty white girl over-and-over until even the Viagra-like pills they were consuming like candy, no longer could give their satiated cocks the ability to rise.

Marya freed Johnny and Judy from their bonds as they watched Achmed's thrusts into Jennifer's ass grow in urgency. 

They silently watched Achmed close his eyes, throw back his head and shout as stream after stream of cum shot thru his cock into his daughter's defenseless asshole.

Judy gasped when she saw her daughter's reaction. Far from being repulsed, the young girl experienced an earth-shattering climax of her own when she felt her father's hot semen filling her bowels.

"You are a very fortunate family," said Marya to the boy and woman. "I have seen many white people fight and resist their sexual enslavement, but your family takes to it like humps on a camel."

Marya forced Judy to her feet and walked her outside the door of the small viewing room. 

"Your fun is just beginning," she said to the pretty blonde woman. "In a few minutes all the men in that room will go into another room and be given a pretty, redheaded white girl and they will fuck her senseless...your job is not to fuck them, but to rouse their cocks again after they shoot their loads into the girl...you will lick and suck their slimy, limp cocks, or lick the walls of their assholes -- no matter -- whatever it takes for them to achieve erections -- you will perform."

Judy couldn't believe what she was hearing. This place is a house of horrors! 

Tears came to her eyes as she pictured the abuse and degradation her daughter must surely have suffered here.

Suddenly Marya's face was in her face. The brunette scowled at her and said: "If you don't perform to the highest levels of our expectations that pretty young boy in there who calls you 'Mommy' will have his balls cut-off with a rusty knife! Do you understand me, slave-girl?"

Judy was completely engulfed with fear. "Y-Yes, Mistress Marya -- please don't hurt him!"

"That, my dear, is entirely up to you."

Marya signaled a nearby servant who grabbed Judy's arm and led her naked to the Celebration room.

Before Marya returned to Johnny she sadly shook her head. The boy's fate had already been decided once Master Ali had gotten a good look at him. Now Marya felt nothing but pity for the boy.

Master Ali only liked women for what they had in common with boys. 

As far as she was aware, he'd never had his cock inside a woman's pussy. He thought cunts were unclean and disgusting. He preferred the bottoms and mouths of pretty and hairless, young white boys.

"I love you, Daddy," sighed Jennifer, as she licked at her father's sweaty balls.

"And I love you, too, my beautiful slave-girl...push your tongue inside my asshole, Darling, that will make me hard again."

"Yes, Daddy," she cooed and slowly inserted her pink tongue into her father's asshole. 

She had been proud and honored that her father wanted to spend time with her alone after their 'performance.' He could have chosen to be with his friends in The Celebration Room, but he chose to be with her instead.

Frightened out of his mind, Johnny sat naked on the strange Arab man's lap. His innocent mind could not comprehend what he was witnessing thru the one-way mirror.

A beautiful and young, redheaded white girl was being brutally used by at least a dozen drooling and decrepit Arab men. Her three orifices continually filled with hard, brown cocks. 

He was close enough to clearly see their wrinkled flesh. When they climaxed inside the girl their mouths opened wide in triumph and pleasure; each man was missing at least two teeth.

Even more shocking was the sight of his dear 'Mommy', on her knees, reviving the limp dicks of the spent men with her mouth and hands. She seemed to relish the role she played. Sucking the old men's balls and licking their assholes until their dicks were once again hard enough to rape the redheaded girl.

But then he thought 'rape' may not be the appropriate word for what was happening to her. She acted more than willing to take as many cocks inside her as she could. Indeed, she appeared desperate each time a deflated cock was pulled from her, and exhilarated when a fresh, hard cock was shoved back inside her.

The hand stroking his cock distracted him. He was nearing his climax.

"Ooohhhh, Master Ali...." he cried out. "That feels so goooood!"

It had been less than an hour since he first met his Master. His Master had told him what his role as slave-boy would require.

"I have made arrangements with my brother that you will belong to me," he'd said. "You will live in my house and sleep in my bed. Your only responsibility is total obedience to me. Any time you fail to meet my expectations -- you will be swiftly and harshly beaten with a thick leather whip - I assure you will not like it at all.

You will be taught how to sexually please me. By the end of your training you will be an expert at fellatio and analingous, and when you take my hard cock in your asshole you will squeal and wiggle your hips like a girl -- now come here and sit on my lap!" 

Suddenly the older man's hand stopped stroking his dick.

"OH-NOOOOOO—PLEASE MASTER ALI—PLEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ...."

His Master laughed in his ear.

"You take your pleasure very easily, my little White-Slave...let us see how well you give it to others...have you ever sucked a man's cock?"

Johnny vigorously shook his head 'No'.

His Master chuckled and said, "That excites me a great deal -- to be the first to use your mouth...on your knees, boy -- it is time to serve your Master!"

Jennifer relaxed on the balcony to her room. She sat back and rested her feet on another chair. Her thin dress was raised above her waist and her legs were spread apart. The cool night breeze felt good on her newly stretched pussy and asshole.

She basked in the afterglow of the multiple fuckings her father had given her. She was physically drained and close to sleep, but she didn't want the day to end. 

Suddenly, the peacefulness of the night was shattered by the pack of dogs from the backyard of the house next door. Their howls and barks were forceful and loud.

She had never been inside that house. No one ever spoke of that house. What little she knew she picked up from Marya. 

"We do not speak of what goes on in that house!" Marya had sharply scolded her one day after Jennifer had asked.

"Who lives there -- why do they have so many dogs?" she had pestered the older woman until she'd finally given in.

"Masters Achmed and Ali -- their father lives there with the youngest son, Abu."

"My father has another brother?" she'd asked in amazement. She'd never known that fact.

"He is slow -- somewhat feeble...neither of them leave the house...their 'entertainment' is delivered to them by their servants," Marya said, obviously not wanting to discuss it.

Marya saw the pleading in her pretty concubines' eyes and decided to tell her more.

"They are the most depraved men in all of Saudi Arabia...their sexual tastes run from the extreme to the bizarre...I doubt your father will ever allow you to visit their house.

The boy, Abu, raises and trains full-bred German shepherds -- six males and two females...their offspring fetch a high price...the howling you hear every night are the males -- they want, no, they are demanding a female...."

"Oh my," said Jennifer. "Those poor female dogs must be exhausted."

Marya looked at her sharply then said: "The female dogs are constantly pregnant -- the males will have nothing to do with them until they have given birth and are in heat once again...."

"No wonder the males are so loud at night -- going without sex for a long time must be very difficult, even for dogs," commented Jennifer.

Marya slowly shook her head.

"My sweet, naïve girl...generally what happens is a white girl is bought at a slave auction and brought to live there...."

Jennifer didn't understand what that had to do with the dogs. She thought for thirty-seconds before her mind formed an ugly image.

Her eyes opened wide and with disbelief on her face she said, "You mean---"

Marya looked at the floor. "Like males everywhere, once their whining and complaining or barking stops -- that signals they are getting what they want."

The dog's howls and barks grew even louder. Jennifer found herself wishing the noise would continue throughout the night.

Suddenly, there was silence. Jennifer shivered as goose-pimples broke-out on her flesh. She fought the perverted images in her mind and decided it was bedtime.

Her eyes remained wide open as she lay in bed. Her heart was racing. She spread her thighs apart and reached down with her hand and caressed her rapidly moistening cunt. 

Conflicting mental images fought with each other in her head: one was of the lovemaking with her father, the other, far more sinister, became much clearer in her mind. 

Her darkest fantasy quickly brought her to an explosive climax, and she fell into a peaceful sleep immediately thereafter.

ONE YEAR LATER

Jennifer was irritated. It took two shoves on her concubine's back to awaken her. The woman looked startled at being awakened then saw the deep scowl on her Mistresses face.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Jennifer -- please don't spank me -- my sore bottom can't take anymore!"

"Well then...." said the pretty girl, extremely annoyed.

The woman scrambled to her knees between Jennifer's widely splayed thighs and buried her face in her Mistresses pussy.

Jennifer laid back and closed her eyes. From time-to-rime her slave-girls tongue brought sighs of pleasure from her open mouth.

Suddenly, Jennifer brought her knees back to her chest then pulled her legs wide apart exposing her anus to the trembling slave-girl.

"Mother," she hissed thru clenched teeth, "eat my asshole!"

"Y-Yes, Mistress Jennifer," said Judith's quivering and timid voice. 

Fearful of having the wooden spanking paddle taken to her tender flesh yet again, the slave-girl immediately pushed her long tongue into her daughter's rectum.

Two houses away, Master Ali lay back with hands clasped behind his head watching intently as his beautiful, white slave-boy performed the very same act upon him. 

He had lived fifty-years with guilt and shame simply because he preferred boys to women. Now that his father and brothers knew his secret, while they didn't approve, they never castigated him, or worse, disown him.

His father took subtle digs at his manhood, but he surely wasn't one to criticize considering what he had forced, and still forces his own son, Ali's youngest brother Abu, to do for him.

Ali's heart went out to Abu. 

No wonder he is feeble, thought Ali - all those years of being sodomized by his own father. It's a wonder the man/child could function at all.

"Oh yesssss..." groaned Ali as his slave-boy, Johnny, coated the walls of his asshole with saliva.

He reluctantly tapped the boy lightly on the head and said, "My balls -- suck my balls."

This was their morning ritual. Ali always woke with a raging hard-on, but he wanted to savor the start of a brand new day by postponing immediate gratification for a slow build-up, and then a spectacular orgasm into his boy's mouth.

The first climax of the day is the most important one, Ali smiled to himself.

In another bedroom in the same house, Marya and Jillian lay side-by-side, passionately kissing. They caressed and stroked one another until Marya felt her cunt flood with excitement.

"Make love to my body, slave-girl," Marya whispered in the girl's ear.

Breathlessly, Jillian responded, "Yes, my beautiful, brown Mistress."

The pretty redhead slowly made her way down Marya's body, kissing and licking every inch of her hot flesh. The older woman marveled at the girl's intensity and thoroughness whenever she was made to perform. 

The girl's expertise with her hands and mouth surprised even a jaded, long-time concubine like Marya.

The older woman fully understood Jillian's passion and lust derived from her heightened expectations of being allowed to 'Ride the Horse' yet once again, but still, her obedience and sense of duty thrilled Marya to no end.

When the girl finally reached her object of desire, she settled into her cunt-licking position and proceeded to give immense pleasure to her Mistress.




Till Sex Do Us Part Ch. 04



Marya "Oooo'ed" and "Ahhh'ed" at Jillian's tender ministrations. 

This is precisely why I love women, thought Marya. No man possesses the skill or knowledge or the desire to so completely submit to licking and eating a woman's cunt. 

Only another woman understood the complexities and demands of a wet and open vagina.

Marya counted herself lucky that she rarely had to submit to a man these days. Truth be told, she found their stiff pricks more annoying than satisfying, and their singular obsession with their own pleasure very selfish.

"Ohhh-yessss," she sighed as Jillian's lips and tongue found her tiny pleasure-bud.

Achmed's long and hurried strides belied the urgency he felt in his loins. It was just past one in the afternoon and his heart was racing. This daily walk filled him with exhilaration.

When his hand turned the doorknob to his daughter's bedroom, his erection throbbed inside his robe. He knew what the first sight his eyes would behold when he entered the room.

Sure enough, there kneeling in the classic slave-girl position with knees far apart, hands clasped behind her neck, her breasts thrust outward, and her head bowed so as not to look directly in her Master's eyes was his wife, Judith.

"Hi Daddy - I mean Master," he heard his daughter call to him.

She too was in her expected pose: on the bed, sitting upright, her back leaning against a standing pillow, her hands between her wide open legs, and her fingers holding open the lips of her sex displaying her inner pinkness to him.

He smiled at his daughter's remark. She full-well knew her impudence would cost her a severe hand spanking. The thought of it served only to increase his love and desire for her.

He stood before his trembling wife and his prick throbbed with the thrill of her subservience to him.

"Open my robe and service your Master's cock!" he sneered at his pretty blonde wife.

"Yes, Master Achmed," replied Judith.

She removed his robe and immediately took his hard prick into her mouth. He slowly moved backwards until he came in contact with the bed then abruptly sat down. Judith was very careful to keep his cock in her mouth as she inched forward on her knees.

Achmed closed his eyes and greedily received his pleasure.

Today would be no different than the rest.

His wife would suck him until he came in her mouth; she would diligently swallow his entire discharge then he would force her to lick his asshole until he was hard again. 

He would then mount his daughter. Judith would be required to hold his balls, and massage his anus and perineum as he fucked their daughter's tight cunt. 

Once he emptied his balls into Jennifer, his wife would be forced to clean his cock, and before he left the room, he would watch for a few minutes as Judith licked and sucked his cum out of their daughter's pussy.

He never tired of humiliating his wife. She would forever suffer the consequences for her original sin: trying to sell her daughter's virginity to her own father.

That night, Achmed and Ali ate dinner with their father and brother. It had been several months since they'd been in 'that house', and nothing had changed.

It was dark and gloomy inside, sunlight was never allowed to penetrate any room. The air was oppressive and stifling with an acrid scent of hashish and semen.

Eating and drinking and talking during dinner, their father was his usual stern and unfunny self, but he came across with an air of normalcy. 

Both brothers knew he was anything but normal.

"Father, this chicken is superb!" said Achmed.

"And the vegetables," chimed in Ali, "taste as fresh as can be!"

The old man paused a few seconds then asked them: "Do you know why everything tastes fresh and delicious?"

When he saw his son's struggling to answer the question he did so himself.

"Because they are homegrown...everything we are eating tonight was raised on my tiny farm behind the house...wouldn't you boy's agree that homegrown is the most logical way to live?"

Both son's enthusiastically nodded their heads and mumbled, "Yes, sure - of course!"

"WELL THEN WHY DON'T YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH?" he shouted at them.

The old man laughed at the stunned look on their faces.

"You two are idiots -- you never think of the future - if you run the family business like you run your personal lives I may have to find more intelligent and qualified men to take your jobs!"

They were accustomed to rants from this blithering old goat, but this time they sensed there was a reason behind his harsh words.

"What are you talking about father?" Achmed asked as he stared into his father's vacant and hollow eyes.

The old man narrowed his eyes and squinted at his sons.

"You two are always bragging about your young, white slaves. You tell me they are the most beautiful slaves you have ever seen -- you say their bodies are naturally fit and perfect in proportions and conditioning...."

Achmed asked: "Yes, father -- speak your mind -- what are you getting at?"

"You own two perfect white females and one perfect white male...think of the future," he said then sat back to watch their expressions.

Achmed and Ali knew immediately what he was saying. The old man recognized their awareness.

"The blond girl has at least twenty fertile years ahead of her -- the redhead slightly less...think of the number of offspring they could produce in those years, and what that might mean to you gentlemen as you grow older. 

In this matter, it would save you both the inconvenience and expense of slave auctions...and it would ensure that very private matters remain inside the family compound -- you must think about the future!"

Both men solemnly nodded their heads in agreement; amazed that this brilliant idea had come from such a doddering old fool.

"MUSSA", he suddenly shouted to the ugly, old fat woman who'd served him for years, "tell Hassan we are ready for the entertainment."

Then he said: "Gentlemen, let us retire to the viewing room."

Comfortably seated on rich and thick leather recliners, the men smoked cigars made with the finest Turkish tobacco, and sipped expensive cognac.

Achmed and Ali were slightly disgusted that their youngest brother, Abu, had stripped off his robe and sat naked on their father's lap. 

No wonder the boy is a simpleton, thought Achmed.

Through one-way glass they saw the empty room -- empty but for the large Rocking Horse on the right side. They saw the big, brown rubber cocks standing upright on the saddle of the horse. 

Both men knew what the 'entertainment' would be for the night.

Inside the room, the door on the left suddenly opened. A servant held a dog leash in his hand and as he tugged at it a nude white woman wearing a diamond-studded dog collar was on her hands and knees following him.

Achmed sucked in his breath when he recognized Verna, or as she was now-named, 'Helen.' 

She had been his very first American whore. She had serviced him well until he chose Judith as her replacement. He stared at her large, full breasts as they dangled beneath her. He'd always loved her breasts.

Her face was expressionless; her eyes rather vacant. Achmed saw her lips suddenly form a tiny smile when she noticed The Rocking Horse.

Another servant entered the room. They wasted no time. The loudspeaker in the viewing room was turned on, and the men heard the servants as they prepared her for The Horse.

She was hoisted up over the saddle. One servant adjusted the front phallus to her cunt-lips while the other man positioned the head of the rear rubber cock barely inside her anus.

Both men took a whip in their hand and they counted down together. When they reached '0' -- they viciously cracked their whips on her asscheeks forcing Helen forward on the saddle.

The beginning was Achmed's favorite moment. Watching the woman's face contort in anguish and surprise as the front cock buried itself to the hilt in her not quite lubricated pussy.

When she was fully impaled, the natural springs of the horse sent her careening backwards forcing the rear cock into her defenseless asshole. 

When the men heard her blood-curdling screams their cocks immediately stiffened.

For three minutes the woman was in complete agony. Then the exotic paste which had been smeared on the rubber cocks began to dissolve into liquid, and a dramatic change overtook Helen.

Her screams of anguish were quickly replaced with shouts of joy. She hugged the neck of the horse and began thrusting her hips onto the rubber cocks. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she cried out when the first orgasm overpowered her.

There was no stopping her now. She couldn't get enough of the cocks in her holes. 

The men were all too familiar with this tableau. 

Once the erotic liquid coated the insides of a woman's nether region, any woman, she was completely lost in the fucking. Her eyes glazed over, her body perspired, and for all she cared, she could be in the middle of a town square with hundreds of people watching but the only thing that mattered were the wonderful fake cocks bringing her climax after climax.

Suddenly, they heard their father snap his fingers at Mussa. They looked at her as she opened the door near where she'd been standing. 

Achmed felt his cock throb and pulsate when he saw the gorgeous blonde girl slowly enter the room. She was followed by a blonde boy. Both were naked except for leather collars around their necks. Chains were attached to their collars and the chains were also attached to leather wrist bracelets.

They had freedom of movement with their arms and hands in front of them. The chains only purpose was to give them a constant reminder they were no longer free human beings. They were now the property of the man who bought them.

As Mussa marched them towards him and Ali, he thought maybe they were related. They looked that much alike.

He heard his father: "Gentlemen, these are my newest acquisitions. They were captured on a Swedish cruise liner. We think they are either eighteen or nineteen, no one can speak Swedish here, and we believe they are brother and sister...boys, use them any way you wish...."

"Thank you, father," they said in unison.

The girl dropped to her knees before Achmed, the boy in front of Ali. 

Mussa held a pony-whip and she brought it down cruelly on the girl's naked buttocks. It made a resounding SMACK and the girl cried out and immediately pushed Achmed's tunic above his waist and devoured his cock between her thick and sensual lips.

The boy, not wanting a taste of the whip himself, quickly performed the same actions for Ali.

Mussa presented a bowl of small pills to Achmed. He knew them to be the same performance enhancing drugs that were given out to all men attending this type of entertainment. He gobbled down three of them with a sip of cognac.

Helen was delirious with ecstasy. She gleefully rode the horse. It was at this point the men became bored watching her. Her actions now were simply to prepare her for the main event.

Before his father turned off the volume on the loudspeaker, the faint sound of howling and madly barking dogs could be heard. 

Achmed immediately unloaded his cum into the Swedish girl's mouth. She had learned the hard way that she had better swallow every drop.

Ali and Achmed only looked up when they saw the servants removing Helen from the rocking horse. They placed her on the floor on her hands and knees. She collapsed to the mat below her.

The men left the room and an outside door was opened and in rushed six German shepherds. 

The next two-hours became a blur to Achmed. He used all of the girl's holes at least once. The spectacle before his eyes inflamed his lust to heights he'd never before known. 

For a short time, he watched Ali's cock thrust in and out of the boy's asshole. He also saw his youngest brother raising and lowering himself onto his father's very large cock. 

He briefly wondered if the men in his family were somehow too twisted and bizarre. That thought left his mind when he felt his balls contract once again and the semen gushed out of his cock into the Swedish girls' tight pussy.

As soon as Jennifer heard the dogs stop barking, mental images filled her head and she came with a crashing climax. Her mother dutifully remained on her knees and lapped up and swallowed her daughter's juices.

"Let's go to bed," she said to her slave-girl.

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," said her mother.

Jennifer tried to sleep but the images still flooded her mind. 

She shook her mother awake and ordered her to "Lick my asshole, Cunt!"

Her mother sniffled but Jennifer didn't care. She, just like her father, reveled in her mother's debasement and subjugation.

EPILOGUE -- TEN YEARS LATER

It was a warm spring day and Achmed sat back and casually watched his daughter suck his cock. She had perfected the art of a slow and sensual blow-job to the extent that he demanded at least one a day from her.

He glanced at the strategically placed mirror and stared at her puckered anus. He also saw the pink swollen lips of her sex leaking fluids and it delighted him that she loved performing this act as much as he loved receiving it.

His thoughts wandered to their lives over the past several years.

The initial fears he had when they first began breeding the girls with Johnny was that he'd no longer find his daughter sexy and desirable. He was now able to laugh at his immaturity.

If anything, she excited him now more than ever - especially when her belly was swollen with child, like she was now. 

It seemed the more swollen her belly became -- the more excited he became to fuck her.

Nothing in his experience prepared him for the lust he felt whenever he fucked his pregnant daughter. He was completely and totally in love with her.

He closed his eyes and allowed her tongue and hands to bring him the final few seconds to an earth-shattering climax. When her small finger penetrated his asshole he erupted like Vesuvius into the girl's mouth. As always, the dear girl swallowed every drop.

When she had cleaned his cock he heard her small voice.

"Daddy? I mean Master?" she said.

Achmed smiled broadly. His little minx continually flouted the rules to feel his strong hand spanking her tender bottom.

"Yes, my precious, what is it you wish to say?" he said softly.

"No matter how many times I use the wooden paddle on Mommy, she still whines and complains when I have her satisfy me...could you -- I mean would you make her Ride the Horse...she never has, you know, and I think her attitude would improve 100%," said Jennifer.

The girl knew it was a lie. Her mother obeyed her every command. But her lovemaking had grown perfunctory, and it bored the girl. Jennifer thought if her mother grew addicted to The Horse, perhaps it would make her a more eager and enthusiastic lover.

Achmed smiled. He felt his cock twitch at the very thought of the idea.

"I will take your proposal under consideration," he answered.

He looked at his watch -- it was almost two o'clock. He pulled back his legs and exposed his anus to his daughter's gaze.

Jennifer quickly buried her tongue in his asshole and lathered the walls with her saliva.

Ali and Johnny appeared next to him on the balcony. 

"Good afternoon, my brother," said Ali.

"And good afternoon to you as well," replied Achmed.

Achmed noticed the pink, diaphanous harem pants Johnny was wearing. The boy had an erection and his balls had been clearly cinched. 

Achmed disapproved. He thought Ali was turning the boy into more and more of a sissy, but it was not his place to say anything.

Ali settled into the chair next to his brother, raised his tunic, and Johnny's mouth quickly went to his Master's asshole.

At precisely two o'clock they heard the children laughing and playfully shouting as they bounded outside to the playground below Achmed's balcony.

Jennifer and Jillian had so far produced seven children each: Five boys and nine girls.

The children were being raised to be free from inhibitions thus the girls were allowed to shed their little panties and the boys their jockstraps whenever they played outside.

Achmed and Ali immediately raised their binoculars and hungrily gazed at the future.