Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
Ever get the feeling that there's something wrong in the world, that
something's just not right? Ken Niceman too. But Ken found these little $4.00
pills that fix all that. Sort of.
Author's Rambling: I'm feeling a little guilty after all the nice things folks have said about the first part of this story, since I know I rushed the ending a little (in order to GIVE it an ending and keep it from being a never-ending story, the way this sentence is a little never-ending). However I promised I would post the second and third parts within a few weeks.
Thus this compromise: I'm going to post the rest of the story now (well, part 2 now, part 3 right after Halloween) for the impatient. When I get an opportunity, I'll send the story back through the "age and revise" process a bit more and see if I can't get a little more polished ending for you.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Live well!
Bobby was on the run.
Outside, he kept circling around the cabin, pursued by his heat-crazed, aroused mother. Sometimes she would reverse directions, and he would have to about-face and flee the other way. He didn't want to leave her alone in the middle of the wilderness here at the cabin, but he sure couldn't let her catch him, either.
He was shirtless. The first time his mother had pulled the reverse directions trick, she had pounced upon him as he came around the corner, and he had to sacrifice the shirt to get away from her.
Deborah was running around bottomless, having shed her skirt and blouse, leaving her in just her bra and bedroom slippers. She kept reminding Bobby as she pursued him of all the devious things she had done, urging him that he needed to either punish her for them or take her up on some of the worse ones.
"Bobby! I have pools and pools of lust, just WAITING to explode into orgasm! And when I do, I'm going to go thermonuclear, baby!" She halted and changed directions again. "Have you ever had a bitch meltdown on your cock before? Wanna try it?"
Bobby could hear his mother's voice coming around the other way, so he reversed directions too.
That's when I burst into the clearing, horny women hot on my heels. I saw Deborah trotting around the cabin as she peeled off her bra and cast it to the wind, leaving her in just bedroom slippers.
I had expected her to be a little rowdy, what with being in heat and all, but ... holy Toledo!
She rushed around the corner.
My two pursuers stormed into the clearing just as Bobby came around the corner into view. "Dad!" he gasped, "Mom's gone mad!"
"Service your woman, Bobby!" I yelled. "I'll take care of your mother!"
There was a look of worry on his face as he saw his girlfriend and sister, both naked but for hiking boots, sprinting toward us. I continued after Deborah, leaving Bobby to take those two on alone.
As I rounded the first corner of the cabin, Deborah was rounding the second, Damn, that woman could run, even in bedroom slippers -- I told you she had kept fit. I closed the gap as we ran along the back of the cabin. When we rounded the last corner, she took off toward the sexual commotion our children were piled up in. I caught up with her about thirty feet from the kids, laying my hands on the sides of her naked hips.
Startled, she looked over her shoulder, then slowed to a stop and looked at me hungrily. "Oh, Kenneth!"
"Oh, Deborah!"
[Author's note: See? Behind it all, this is really just a love story.]
"Call me Debbie! And fuck my brains out, you big cock!"
Yes! "Bend over, bitch!"
"Ohgodyes," she bent.
Soon she was on knees and forearms while I rutted her puss, making my wife mewl for the first time in a decade.
Life was good.
"Dad, what happened?!" Bobby called worriedly. He was laying on his back while his girlfriend rode reverse cowgirl on top of him, facing away from him so she could trade spit with his sister while fingering her.
"Ohgod! Ohgod! OHGOD!" Gina arched and wailed.
"It's, uhm ... hard to explain, Bobby," I called back, keeping my pleasuring rhythm up in and out of my wife's crotch.
"They've gone INSANE, Dad!"
"Ohgod! Ohgod! OHGOD!" Rosalyn wailed into orgasm too, making his point exactly.
"Just relax and count your blessings, Bobby, It'll all be over in a couple hours."
After an hour of boff time, I asked my horny wife, "Whatcha doing, Debbie?" The five of us were still rutting around in the clearing. I was kneeling; Debbie was sort of wheelbarrowed, her hips mounted on my cock, facing away from me, her legs ankle-locked back around my waist, her hands on the ground, supporting her front half as I jostled our pelvii together.
"Gettin' fucked," my non-frigid wife giggled.
"Deborah Niceman!" I mock gasped, "How CAN you?! Naked?! Prick-impaled?! While the kids aren't ten feet away from you?!"
"Hi, kids," she supported her front half on one arm and waved with the other and a giggle.
"Ehr, hi Mom," Bobby waved to his naked, intra-coital mother.
Life was good.
I slapped one of those happy ass cheeks. "Who's your daddy, bitch?"
A little extra lubricant sprayed my lower thighs and knees from where I'd swatted her, but my insolent little wife just moanfully wriggled instead of answering me.
I couldn't put up with that.
So I grabbed her hips and held her still, tightly impaled on me. "I said, who's your daddy, bitch?"
"Ohgod, Kenneth, don't make me beg again. Not in front of the children, honey. They already think I'm enough of a slut as it is." Wriggle. "Kenneth!" Wriggle. "Ohgod, YOU'RE my daddy, Kenneth, you're my daddy! Bone your little bitch silly, Daddy! Please!"
"Gee, honey, you don't mind my dirty pecker stuffed up inside your clean, pure twat?"
"Kenneth! Goddammit, *DO* me! If you don't start stuffing my--"
"Debbie!" I barked.
It was amazing how these women in heat wanted a strong man to be submissive for. After a pathetic whimper, the sounds coming out of her mouth got a lot sweeter, "Please, Daddy ... fuck your little bitch ... make me whimper and beg ... please?"
"Oh, very well," I resumed my hip-rhythm, to her cooing delight.
What a difference two little pills can make.
"Gina!" I barked a couple minutes later as I saw her cup Bobby's scrotum from behind while he pistoned Rosalyn doggie style, "Get away from your brother's pecker!"
She jerked her hand back from said testicles, got the puppy-love look as she breathed hard, excited, then broke out in a whine. "It's not fair! Everyone has a cock but me! I just-- I just wanna be someone's bitch too!"
"Honey, Bobby and I can't," I shrugged, "You're family -- it wouldn't be right. Get Rosalyn to lick you some more."
"She HAS licked me, Daddy. It's not the same. She's just a girl. I'm not her bitch. I want some stiff cock to bend me over and shag me until I sing hallelujah! Please, Daddy?"
"Honey, I can't."
With her lip stuck out, my college-age daughter squatted on her butt, legs, spread, and wriggled her finger inside herself. "I hope you appreciate the torture you're putting me through!"
"Why don't we all head inside," I clapped my hand on my wife's ass. That way poor little Gina would have a vibrator to keep her warm while Bobby and I banged our women.
Bobby pulled out of his girlfriend and lifted her to her feet a little too quickly. I don't think he really liked boffing in the buff outdoors. "Good idea, Dad!"
Rosalyn just mewled and ground her ass back against the front of his pelvis.
"But Kenneth, we're in mid-fuck," my wife whined.
"We'll resume as soon as we get in the cabin. But we need to marry poor Gina up with her vibrator."
"Speaking of marriage," Rosalyn blurted, "Bobby and I are getting married!". The she made "Oops! Better spank me!" eyes to Bobby.
Even with her under the influence of a hormonal and libidinous tidal wave, all eyes snapped to Deborah to see how she'd take that.
"Oh, Bobby, are you?! That's WONDERFUL!" She rushed to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
"Mom! Mom!" he sputtered, "No tongue!"
"That's so wonderful! I'm so happy for you! You're going to make boob-girl your bitch!" She lowered her voice then and made conspiratorial eyes at him, "So you ARE a breast man. I KNEW you dreamed of tits."
She was pressing her own naked tits pretty firmly against his naked chest. As a matter of fact, her body looked rather like it had been sprayed onto the front of his, she was pressed so close.
"I am going to throw you SUCH a bachelor party, Bobby! I will make you *SO* happy! The only thing we'll have to watch is that I don't make you forget all about boob-girl and want to stay forever with me instead!"
"Ungh!" Rosalyn put her fists on her hips and made "Remember which bitch is yours!" eyes at Bobby.
"Uh, we can talk about the bachelor party later, Mom," he tried to peel himself from her.
She giggled and let herself be peeled. But then she turned around to face away from him and backed her ass up to the pecker side of his pelvis.
"Mom?!"
"Oh, Bobby, just walk me to the cabin like this. I'm going to lose you soon to boob-bitch. Let me at least have a last couple dreams." She ground her butt up and down, pressing back against his groin, to the point that you could see her squeezing his erection between her buttcheeks.
"Uh ... okay. Let's ... get on to the cabin," Bobby urged a little distractedly.
"Bobby," Rosalyn huffed, "*I'M* your bitch!"
"Let's just, uhm ... get to the cabin."
We all moved into the cabin, but I noticed that Debbie was still grinding her pelvis against Bobby's. So did Rosalyn.
"Bobby ... my pussy needs petting. And poking."
Bobby started to move toward his fiancee, but Debbie giggled as she managed to keep her butt pressed against his crotch.
Very deliberately -- very naughtily -- Rosalyn turned to me and gave me bedroom eyes. "Mr Niceman, I HAVE to admire the sweet pleasures of your more experienced cock. I can only hope that Bobby one day becomes as mature and ... hard ... as you some day."
"What?" Bobby halted dead still.
"Uh ... ehr ...," I raised one palm and looked sheepish. With the way my face was blushing, I probably made a rather pink sheep.
"Yes, Bobby," Rosalyn turned around, "I've had both cocks, and I must say that I much prefer this one."
I felt her hand encircle my erection.
"Ehr ...."
"Dad?! Is this true?! You let my fiancee hold your penis?!"
"Ehr ... she wasn't your fiancee at the time," I tried.
"And I didn't just hold it." I felt her stroke me once.
"Ehngh ...."
"Dad?!" Then distractedly, as his mother was still grinding her snatch against his pecker, "Mom! Cut it out!" He lightly swatted her ass.
"Baby, yeah," she sighed and continued grinding.
"Dad?! What exactly happened?!"
"Well ... son ... I kind of ... rear-ended your girlfriend."
"My fiancee," he corrected me.
"Well, she wasn't your fiancee at the time. Or, at least, I didn't know she was. And she kind of stopped suddenly. And I just ... coasted right into her ... ehr, inside her. And things got ... out of hand."
"Out of hand?! You ... accidentally ... fucked my fiancee?!"
"Well, her breasts were just ... hanging there, and ... instinct sort of took over. Ehr, you know how it is?"
"Yeah," he scowled and reached under his mother to cup tit, "I know how it is!"
Debbie's eyes widened, then a look of sheer pleasure washed over her features, and whimpers started leaking from her mouth.
"Sometimes you just can't," he slid his hips forward and grunted, "help yourself."
"Ohgod, baby, ohgod," she splayed her legs to receive more dick. "Ohgod ...."
The four of us stood there in silence for a moment, Rosalyn's hand slowly stroking my rod, Bobby buried inside his mother.
"Ohgod, Bobby!" Debbie blurted, unable to hold it anymore. "Could you-- could you take me to the bedroom? There's a chair in there I want you to bend me over!"
With a look and a nod acknowledging that scores were about to be settled, Bobby walked his mother into the bedroom mounted on his prick.
Debbie was on her tip-toes as she let herself be steered. "Ohgod, I'm going to be bad, Bobby! So baaaad. I'm going to drain all the sperm out of you, then you're going to have to spank me for being so naughty, and that's just going to turn me on to be even naughtier!" When she finally slipped into the bedroom, just before the door shut, she called back, "See the rest of you guys sometime next week."
I just stood there. My horny wife had just run off into the bedroom with another man.
Mounted on his cock, mewling about imminent wild sex.
That sucked.
"When's somebody gonna fuck *ME*?!" Gina whined. Her vibrator was there on the couch, just so much sexual roadkill, the batteries drained from where Debbie had carelessly left it running earlier when she started gleefully chasing her son around the cabin naked. "I'm all juiced up, but noone will make me their bitch!"
"Honey ... I told you ...," I was still stunned that my wife had run off like that.
"Come on, Mr Niceman," Rosalyn made eyes at me while she gave me another stroke, "Can't I talk you into doing me again? Hmm? After all, I'm Bobby-less now ... and horny ... and you're the hardest cock in the room ... won't you? Please?"
Mount the mammary queen? Make this beautiful creature whimper and douse me with lubricant? Send her careening like a screaming meteorite on re-entry into Happy-Land while I coated her insides with sperm? "Oh, very well. I GUESS I can."
"Oh goodie!" she bounced up and down on her toes, reminding me that I would never tire of her sweet tit-treats. "Now you stay right here," she pointed her finger at me. "I'll be right back!"
While Rosalyn ran back to her room, Gina tried to garnish sympathy by sticking her lip out and looking pathetic.
"Won't work," I told her. "Believe me, you'll thank me later when this wears off. Bobby and Debbie are going to be just pathetic buckets of guilt later." I might even enjoy that a little bit.
On cue, noises started coming from my closed bedroom. Loud, gasping noises. Cresting your first orgasm noises.
"Okay, Mr Niceman," Rosalyn came back out carrying the soft, fuzzy belt to her robe, "I want you to think of me as your bitch, who wants nothing more than to bring you great pleasure." She stepped behind me and looped the belt around my eyes and tied it to blindfold me. "You just sit back and let me make you happy."
She led me around and had me sit on the couch that Gina had vacated.
I felt her crawl up on my lap, straddling me, her hands on my shoulders, then very slowly, very sweetly, sink her pelvis down onto my prick.
"Ohgod, Rosalyn," I blurted as my cock throbbed at the magnificent sensations, "You're so tight!"
Giggle. "No, Mr Niceman, it's just that you so BIIIG, baby!"
"Uuungh ...," I moaned as I brought my hands up to pet those precious mams, but felt her hands on my wrists to stop me.
"Not yet, baby, not yet."
"But--"
"We want to build the suspense before you play with my sweets. Let me ... just ... ride you ... a moment ...." Her hips were undulating, massaging my prick inside her.
"Uuunngh!" I assented.
Within a minute, she was starting to make little squeaking sounds. I could feel her warm lubricant running out and down my balls. Man, this girl was hot enough to blow any second now!
I felt her slow her rhythm a little. "Let me--" I brought my hands up again, "let me squeeze 'em."
Her hands were on my wrists again, though. "Not yet, Mr Niceman, not yet. I want you right ready to cum before you grab hold of them. You tell me when you're right ready to explode, okay?"
"Nnnnggg!" I complained.
"That's a good boy."
Her rhythm sped up again until those little squeaks started slipping out of her mouth again, then she slowed down again.
"Am I your bitch, Mr Niceman?"
"Ohgodyeah, you can be my bitch any time you want. Let me touch--"
"Not yet," her hands again held mine back. "First you have to make me your bitch, honey."
I jerked my hands to clap her butt, causing a loud squeak to leak out of her. "Who's your daddy, bitch? How's that?"
I could hear her heavy breathing and whimpering right in front of me.
"YOU'RE my daddy!"
I squeezed those buttcheeks. "Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"Ohgod, you're my daddy!" her hips started bouncing faster.
"What are you, bitch?"
Whimper. "I'm your BITCH, Daddy! I'm your bitch!" Faster rhythm.
"Rosalyn, I'm almost-- I'm almost ready to pop!"
"I'm your bitch, Daddy! I'm your slutty little bitch!" Faster rhythm.
"Let me-- let me--" I gasped.
"Make me, Daddy! Make me give them to you!"
"Who's your daddy, Rosalyn? Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"Ohgod, you are, Daddy!"
I pulled my hands free from hers to cup tit. "Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"Ohgod, I am, Daddy!" she whined.
"I'm ready to-- I'm ready to--" I squeezed those luscious mounds. Though, they didn't seem to be quite as full as ....
"Ohgod, Daddy! Don't stop! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" her fingers were caressing the sides of my head as she wriggled on me.
"Oh! Me! Too! Oh, Rosalyn! You're the best I've ever had! Oh! Who's your daddy, bitch?"
"You're my daddy!" Gina screamed as my blindfold went by the wayside and she pressed her lips to mine. And I realized it was my daughter mounted on me instead of Rosalyn.
"Ohgod!" I sputtered into her mouth as my hips bucked with an unstoppable flood.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she screamed as she broke the kiss, then licked my lips.
"But-- but-- but--" my body was on automatic discharge, unloading semen into the twat it was in ... regardless of ... whose ....
Several moments later, as we both came down, I sat there unmoving. Rigid. Horrified.
"I'm your bitch, Daddy!" my daughter licked my lips again with a smile and teased my pecker as she wriggled her hips. Rosalyn stood behind her, smiling over her shoulder.
"You-- you--" I scowled at Rosalyn.
"She just needed it so bad, Mr Niceman."
"Am I, Daddy? AM I the best you've ever had? The best you've EVER had?" my daughter bubbled, deliberately wobbling her hips around on my shaft.
"How ... could you ...."
"I'm your bitch, Daddy!" her lips moved to mine, and her tongue slipped into my mouth.
"Mmmpph! Bhleemma?!" I sputtered.
"Ohgod, Daddy, you're the BEST!" she glee-ed as her pelvis continued to bob around on top of mine.
"No! No I'm not! Off my pecker, right now, young lady!"
"Aaww, can't I keep the little guy warm just a little longer? He feels so good in there! And we play together so nice!"
"Gina, unmount my pecker! Right now!"
With a giggle, Gina wiggled off.
It looked like someone had burst a pinata of lubricant between us.
"Oops. I drooled a little. You just make a girl so hot, though, Daddy!" she fanned herself
"I can't believe ...."
"The best you EVER had," Gina announced proudly. "Even better than Mom?"
"No-- Gina, I--"
"I think it's pretty obvious," Gina gazed at the wet "shrapnel" all over her belly and thighs from our climactic explosion a few moments ago, "that I enjoyed you an awful lot TOO, Daddy. THANK you!"
I tried to ignore that and looked at Rosalyn. "You two girls planned this, didn't you?"
"It just ... sort of came together. She was so horny, and I know just how she feels, and it was either you or Bobby, Mr Niceman. And he's busy in the other room doing your wife right now. So ...." She gestured: I got picked. To bone my daughter.
The door to my bedroom opened, and Debbie came out, looking almost like she was pushed lightly. "But I wanna lick your dick instead, Bobby! Please?"
"Move it, Mom."
My wife shivered a little. "Yes, sir."
She walked in front of Bobby over to the large chair when he ordered, "Halt."
Debbie halted while Bobby sat in the chair, then patted his knee, "Lay across here."
"Oh, goody," Debbie stretched over her son's knee, ass up to receive love pats. Bobby looked at me.
"I'm Daddy's bitch," Gina cheerfully offered beside me. I was just fondling my daughter's breasts; thankfully, it was Rosalyn that was trying to swallow my penis whole at the moment.
"What have you done?" Bobby accused me while he ran his hand over Debbie's ass to keep her pacified.
"Why do you always just assume it's my fault?"
"This," he gestured toward his fiancee between my legs, toward his sister giggling softly while I petted boob, toward his mother's wriggling ass across his thigh. "is NOT your fault?"
"I didn't say that." I shifted my hips uncomfortably, and my son's fiancee kept her face up with me. "I just asked why you always just assume it's my fault."
"Perhaps because it invariably is, Dad. Now what have you done to them?"
"Well, I didn't really intend ...."
"What have you done?"
"Things sort got out of hand ...."
"What have you done?"
"I gave them a pill. That puts them into heat. It should wear off in a couple hours."
"Did you ask any of their permissions before giving them this pill?"
"Well ... no ...."
"Did you stop to think how they will feel later? The guilt? My fiancee has your pecker in her mouth as we speak. How is she going to feel trying to explain that to me? How is Gina going to feel when she remembers that you've had your hands all over her breasts? Will she ever be able to trust you again?
"How about Mom? She's always been our moral anchor. How is she going to be able to deal with the fact that she chased her son around the cabin naked, begging me to fuck her? WILL she be able to deal with the fact that she HAS had sex with her son?"
"Multiple times!" she pointed out from across his thigh.
"Multiple times. Did you consider any of this before you slipped pills to these ladies, Dad?"
"Well, I ... I didn't think that ...."
"You didn't think, Dad. That's exactly it. You just don't think before you do things like this. Mom's not going to be able to show her face to us for six months," he said as he stroked his hand over her buttocks. "I don't know if Gina will EVER be able to trust you again." Her boob quivered under my hand as she giggled at that. Then he glared, "And my fiancee fucking has your cock in her mouth!"
Actually, my cock was halfway down Rosie's throat; it was one of my testicles that was in her mouth. But this wasn't the time to point that out.
"It should wear off in just a little while."
"No, it won't, Dad. The sexual mania will; the shame will not. The shame won't ever go away. You've had your sick fun. But everyone else has to pay the price for it."
I forced myself to sit motionlessly in the guilt my son had heaped up around me. My eyes didn't even flutter.
But, "Ohgod, Mr Niceman," Rosalyn gasped as she pulled her mouth off my cock, "where do you get your stamina?!" She used her ring finger to wipe up a dribble of jism that leaked out the corner of her mouth. "I keep sucking, and you just keep cumming!"
She probably shouldn't have said that.
"Did you just .. cum ... in my fiancee's mouth, Dad?!"
"Ehr ...."
"While we were in the very act of discussing how irresponsible you've been?!"
"Ehr ...."
"Me next!" Gina leaned over toward my crotch.
"Uh, you probably shouldn't, Gina," I told her as she swallowed my re-hardening shaft past her lips.
"Mmm!" she slid back off, "It's already pre-coated in tasty goodness!"
"I'm a sloppy slurper," Rosalyn giggled.
"Up, Mom, up!" Bobby fussed as he forced her off his lap and stood. "Gina, off," he ordered as he marched toward us. "I am not going to let Dad degrade you like this. Believe me, you'll thank me later."
"No, have a heart," Rosalyn stepped in front of him. "She's so horny it hurts. I know, I'm suffering with lust too. Let her suck."
"No, Rosalyn, later she'll--"
Rosalyn sprung upon him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and sinking her tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmphth!" Bobby valiantly fought her until he finally bent over to drop her into the chair he'd been sitting in.
Still she clung to him, though, and he was unable to stand back upright. Within a couple moments, his mother had his buttcheeks pulled apart, sticking her tongue up in there.
"I'm sorry, Bobby. You're right: I made a mistake," I sighed as my daughter's face bobbed at my crotch. "All we can do now is try to minimize the damage. We just need to service these girls for the next couple hours until the pill wears off."
"The pill's not wearing off, Dad," Bobby came up for air from the tangled sexual pile-up of himself, his mother and Rosalyn.
It was 11:00 at night, and, yes, the effects should have worn off about 5:00. But these ladies were still going at it like minxes. They had traded Bobby and me back and forth several times and were as voracious as ever.
"Do the pills wear off after a certain amount of time? Or after a certain amount of sex?"
"I thought it said six hours, but I guess we try dousing these women with a little more semen and see if they quench."
We continued on bravely through the night. We doused those ladies with semen until the whites of their eyes were sperm-colored. And still, they mewled for more.
About 9:00 the next morning, after a sexfully sleepless night, Bobby handed off all three women to me, causing me a great deal of consternation, and he disappeared out of the room while three hungry mouths fought over my tired prick.
"How many of these pills did you give them?" he demanded when he came back in ten minutes later.
He must have gone through my things, because he was holding the bottle of Ignition.
"Hungh?" Understand, my whole body had been tongued by these ladies, and I was getting hard for about the thirtieth time in the last 24 hours -- I wasn't thinking too straight.
"I asked, how many pills did you give them, Dad?" his tone was verging on belligerent.
"A couple," I sighed. Rosalyn was ... oh, yeah ... sliding down onto my cock for about the tenth time since yesterday.
"And the warning, Dad, on the side of the bottle, the one in big red letters -- do you recall what it said?"
I was exhausted, but, God, those tits were still a delight. "Warning? What warning?"
"The one that says, caution, do NOT exceed recommended dosage. Permanent libidinous effects may result."
"Permanent ... libid--"
"It's permanent, Dad!"
"What?"
"They're permanently in heat, thanks to you. You gave them too many pills, and now they're stuck like this!"
"No, that can't be--" I had to pause to cum into Rosalyn, then resumed, "That can't be right."
"You've put them all in heat permanently, you foolish sonofabitch!"
"No, it doesn't say that on the side of the bottle, does it?"
"What am I going to do with a sexually voracious fiancee?"
"Heh, heh, I could tell you." Like I said, I'd had no sleep and a lot of sex and wasn't thinking too clearly.
"And my mother and sister -- what am I going to do with them? They're going to be horny for the rest of their lives!"
"Shouldn't be boring at home." I had no idea what I was saying -- just the ramblings of sexually exhausted gibberish.
"You'll never learn."
Rosalyn had pulled wetly off me, and Gina moved in to her place to suck cock.
"You will."
Hungh?
I heard the door close.
And lock.
Hungh?! Had he-- had he locked me in here with these three sexually voracious bitches in heat?! To be insatiably tongued and sucked and pussy-ridden to death?!
I gulped. The police would just find the body of a poor, foolish man, sexed to death ...
... sucked dry of all bodily juices ...
... mind fried as it was attacked by multiple orgasms ...
... because God never intended men to experience multiple orgasms ...
... his sexually desiccated body left there to mummify in the cabin in the wilderness ....
What a way to go, though!
I was all right with that.