17 Dec 2012, 15:17
(17 Dec 2012, 10:50 )bob_masters Wrote: But energy levels are slipping... I need encouragement to finish...Sounds very familiar. Hence I created a dedicated thread: Erection of the day đ
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17 Dec 2012, 15:17
(17 Dec 2012, 10:50 )bob_masters Wrote: But energy levels are slipping... I need encouragement to finish...Sounds very familiar. Hence I created a dedicated thread: Erection of the day đ
04 Jan 2015, 11:36
Well...I'm back, after a long absence. I'm thinking of writing something, and maybe I'll actually finish this story đ
13 Jan 2015, 15:54
That should be Chapter 13, not 14. Unless you forgot to post C14
13 Jan 2015, 17:52
Actually I posted out of sequence - sorry. Here is Chapter 13, which I thought I had posted before I went on 'pause' before.
Let me know what you think. Likes/dislikes. *KISS* Chapter 13: The end in sight? As it turned out I was wrong about the mother being the hardest to ensnare, but then I hadnât counted on the help of her children. Tricia and Cindy were easy â Nico was right about that. Tricia â the twin with freckles â was reticent about giving in to my blackmail attempts, but Cindy didnât need much âthreateningâ at all and jumped at the chance to do grown up stuff. Annita and I got to work as soon as I was fit enough after Nicoâs severe fucking of my ass, and we had two clear days before he brought my wife â Sarah â back home. I was still pretty sore, but with my daughterâs help we managed to create a reasonable video of the little twins smoking marijuana and performing disgusting (wonderful) sex acts on the floor with a âmanâ. Weâd edited-out my features as much as possible, but we didnât worry too much about the details â after all, the idea was to show the girls, not look at me. So, after pulling the video into a decent montage of amazing scenes, and â in my case â jerking off a few times while Annita smoothed it all out, I asked Annie to bring the two sweet schoolgirls over for a chat. âHello girls,â I said cheerfully when Annie showed them in, âhave a seat,â and pointed at our sofa, strategically placed in front of our large flat screen TV and DVD player. Tricia looked a bit nervous, but her sister was all enthusiasm and energy, looking around at the pictures in our living room and completely at ease. Annita brought them each a glass of Coke and I settled down to show them our creation. âRight girls,â I said, rubbing my hands together as I watched their sweet innocent faces, âAnnie and I thought you might like to see the video that Alice made. Would you like to see it?â They both looked a bit doubtful, but it was really a rhetorical question â I was going to show it to them anyway. I pressed the âPlayâ button on the remote. I watched their cute faces closely as the screen sprang to life, and my cock twitched as their rosebud mouths fell open in surprise. âOh my God,â Triciaâs lips said, but no sound came out. Both pairs of sweet eyes opened wide in their pale faces as they watched themselves performing on the big, bright screen. The little-girl voices giggled out of the TV as they smoked grass and played with the big adult cock on the carpet. Tricia buried her face in her hands as she watched herself and her sister take turns sitting on the manâs face. Moaning and pleading from the naked man made her look back at the screen. I thought that she might faint when she saw herself rubbing on his leg as she stroked and pulled on his drooling cock, her sister similarly occupied on his other leg. My cock was throbbing and straining in my pants as I watched the girlsâ faces. While Tricia could hardly bear to watch, Cindy seemed fascinated. After the initial shock wore off she seemed to really enjoy watching herself, and leaned forward to get a closer look, licking her lips with eagerness. She was one hot little bitch. By the time it got to the final scene â with my onscreen self pumping his load like a maniac â I was ready for some of that relief right then. As the screen turned black I looked at the girls and grinned. âOK ladies, what did you think?â I said, âDid you like that?â Tricia looked sick, but Cindy grinned and said, âWow, that was awesomeâ. And that was the way that I got them. Cindy couldnât wait to get her clothes off and repeat the action, and with her on my side her sister soon gave in. And it was hardly necessary at all to threaten them with showing their parents, or their friends, or putting the video on the web. Just to make sure that we had enough material on them, I made them perform a few tricks right there and then, while Annita filmed it. Cindy didnât protest much at all as I âmadeâ her strip naked and pretend to masturbate on the sofa next to her sister. And she didnât hesitate for more than a few seconds as I told her to kneel and suck on my throbbing shaft. Annita zoomed in for close-ups as that sweet hot mouth closed over my cock head. I needed to give her a few basic instructions on cock sucking, but she was a quick and easy learner. Tricia took a little more persuasion, but she could see that her life would be unbearable if the video got public. So with a bit of hair pulling and a couple of gentle slaps from me, she slowly took off her clothes and joined her sister kneeling in front of my manhood, taking turns to play with my balls and suckle on my fat cock. âMmmmm, thatâs great,â I moaned, as the two little angels turned dirty. âNow look up at the camera and smile as you lick my shaft.â I hadnât really planned all the details for the meeting â in one of my more excited moments Iâd thought of taking their virginities in the first session, but then Iâd decided that it was too early. With my cum boiling in my balls I couldnât really hold out for long. âOh yeah girls, thatâs fantastic,â I groaned, as their little hands massaged and stroked, and their hot little tongues curled and swirled over my leaking cock. âNow put your heads up close together and open your mouths, Daddy Bob is going to shoot a big sticky load on you.â As the little naked girls squashed up shoulder to pure white shoulder, and knelt cheek to cheek, I waved Annita in for a close up â I wanted their sweet innocent faces full shot when I unloaded on them. âYeah Cindy, pull on it, rub it, thatâs great. Keep pulling even when I start cumming, OK?â I put a hand behind her head to hold her in place. Her auburn hair was soft and silky. âTricia, open your mouth, I want Cindy to aim for it as she rubs me off.â They needed more practice - as hand jobs go it wasnât great. But the important thing was to get them started. Any way, it was the scene that counted â and getting it on film. âThatâs it slut, do it, make me cum you little whore,â I groaned, as Cindy pulled me towards the finishing line. âGaarrrhhhh, yessssss,â I cried out as my first thick wad spurted out and hit Tricia right on the forehead. Not a great shot â I wanted it between Triciaâs gaping lips. But Cindy kept on tugging, just Iâd told her to. Her little tongue stuck out as she concentrated on the target. âGod, yesssss,â I hissed as my orgasm took control and each tug on my cock pulled out another spurt of hot jism. My left hand gripped Cindyâs hair tight as the little slut milked my cock over her sisterâs upturned face. Tricia screwed up her eyes and closed her mouth at the first taste of my salty semen, but that didnât stop me â nothing could have stopped me, coating her sweet angelic face in my fuck juice. âChrist that was good,â I gasped as I eased Cindyâs tiny fingers off my wilting muscle. I guess Iâm the same as most guys â once Iâve shot my load itâs OK to carry on with a gentle cock stimulation â maybe Iâll keep hard, but my cock is too sensitive to carry on rubbing at the same speed. Annita was right there with the camera, catching every oozing drip of cum on Triciaâs face. And man was she plastered â not a single glob looked like it had missed. âYuk, this is gross,â Tricia muttered through tightly closed lips. âYou ever tasted cum before girls? How about you get cleaned up?â I asked. There was something that I REALLY wanted them to do while being filmed. Cindy started to get to her feet, but I pushed her down. âI donât think we should waste all this lovely sperm,â I said, gripping Cindy by the hair. âPush some of it into Triciaâs mouth. NOW!â Some of the cum was sliding down her face and dripping off her chin onto her flat chest, but there was plenty left on her face for my purposes. âCome on, do it. Use your fingers Cindy. Scoop it up. Slide it into her mouth.â I needed to sound harsh. They had to learn who was the boss, and that they were there to serve me. âOH please, NO!â Tricia whined. But her eyes were gummed up and she was effectively helpless. She waved her hands around like she was trying to shoo away flies as the slime slowly oozed down her face. âDo it,â I urged Cindy, giving her head a little shake. Reluctantly she put out a finger and dragged it across her sisterâs cheek, collecting a small slippery dollop of cum, which she slid to the tightly squeezed lips. âOpen,â I growled. âDonât make me have to threaten you Tricia. You really donât want your Mum or Dad to see what youâve been doing, do you? And anyway, itâs not so bad. Itâs a bit salty, but itâs not bad. Youâll get used to it.â She certainly would need to get used to it â first my cum and then it would be Nicoâs, and after that anything was possible. âPlease donât. Please,â Tricia begged. But by trying to speak she relaxed her lips a little and Cindyâs cum-coated finger slipped into her mouth. âMMMâŚuurgg,â Tricia spluttered, trying to spit it out. âMore,â I instructed. âScoop it all in. Do it.â Slowly Cindy did as she was told, and gradually â with a lot of crying and begging, Tricia sucked her sisterâs slimy fingers clean, and my load ended up in her mouth after all. âNow you Cindy. Clean Triciaâs face. Lick her face clean.â This was the part that I really wanted filmed. My cock started throbbing again as Cindy â reluctantly at first, started to run her little pink tongue over her twin sisterâs shiny cheeks and chin. âOh God that is so gross!â Tricia groaned. âOh my God, that is fucking fantastic,â I whispered, as I watched the erotic sight of the two naked nymphs. My cock was straining again by the time Cindy got to licking Triciaâs lips. I just had to get them doing some hot lesbian action. âKiss her,â I said to Cindy. âWhat?â she said, turning to look at me. Her eyes were shining and she seemed pretty turned on, despite her age. Tricia was blushing a bright pink. âI said,â my voice sounded hoarse with lust, âI want you to kiss each other. On the mouth. Lots of tongue.â âOh God, no, please,â Tricia moaned, but it seemed half-hearted to me. And Cindy definitely seemed up for the action. They needed so little persuasion that I wondered if theyâd done this kind of thing before. Up close the sight and sounds of little lesbians sucking on each otherâs faces must be one of the most erotic experiences you can get. Itâs even better when theyâre sisters, and better still when theyâre twins. My lust was driving me crazy â I had to fuck somebody. Ever since Nico had changed the rules of the game so that there was no longer a need to get Annita pregnant, my daughter had turned pretty cold in the bedroom department. It reminded me of my wives â both of them â hot as Hell before the marriage, but cooling fast once they had the ring on their clutching fingers. Anyway, right now Annita wasnât top of my preference list for a hard fucking. Indecision made me hesitate for a few more minutes â should I take the plunge and fuck one of these underage bitches? It was wrong, but so was everything else that had happened over the last months. And it would be in a good cause â it would break in one of the girls ready to hand over to Nico, and that was part of getting my daughter free of him. But it wasnât a matter of choice, or logic really â it was basic animal instinct. Right there in front of me were two fantastically sexy girls, doing erotic and arousing things to each other. They were asking for it. The only real choice to be made was â Cindy or Tricia? Cindy was closest. Thereâs a beast in all of us, and sometimes it comes out. Now was one of those times. I threw off my clothes and grabbed Cindy by the hair, pulling her off her sister. My cock was pointing the way, and the little girl gasped as I forced her flat onto the carpet. Tricia pushed herself away from us, shuffling on her cute butt as far as the sofa, fear and shock on her face. This wasnât about love or sweetness, this was animal and rough. Nothing short of a .45 magnum round would have stopped me. Cindyâs eyes were round and huge as I forced myself on her. My hands were everywhere â stroking, poking, tweaking and probing. Excitement and lust was making me sweat like a hog, and I must have been drooling â totally out of control. I forced her legs apart as wide as theyâd go. âHold still bitch,â I grunted. âDaddy wants your cherry, and I want it NOW!â Then I was above her, holding myself up with one hand while with the other I started rubbing my cock head along her bald slit. The little bitch was definitely turned on. Sure she was small and tight, and right now she was scared - but there was definitely juice lubing up that hot pleasure hole. âYou ready baby,â I grinned down at her. âYou ready to be a woman?â It was another rhetorical question â ready or not I was coming in. âAaaiiieeee,â Cindy cried out as I forced the tip of my leaking muscle between those oh-so-tight lips. God she was tight. But that just drove me on. I had to get my cock inside, and every ounce of strength I had would be used to drive it home. âNo, please,â she whimpered, eyes wide and little white baby teeth biting hard on her sweet bottom lip. âLittle bitch,â I growled, poking my cock deeper with every attempt at entry. âYou want it donât you? Answer me you whore.â Sweat trickled down my face and dripped onto her hair. She was so fucking cute lying there looking up at me with those amazing âfuck meâ eyes. Well, if she wanted it, she was gonna get it. âOpen up bitch. Open your cunt for Daddy,â I groaned. I was making headway, and it was only a matter of a few more minutes before Iâd reach the breaking point â hymen breaking that is. âPlease donât, it hurts,â she lied. I knew that she REALLY wanted to be fucked. It was written all over her face. And if she didnât want to fuck why was her pussy all juiced up? âLying bitch,â I snarled. âTake it. Take it all. I know you want it. All you fucking bitches are the same.â I was panting the words out, and with each breath I jammed my rock hard spike deeper, and closer to that thin piece of skin that separated girls from women. âOooouch,â Cindy cried, as my cock finally bumped up against the last barrier. She closed her eyes â in pain, or pleasure â but I didnât really care which. Tricia was huddled up against the sofa, big scared eyes watching her twin sister getting raped. Did she envy her? Would she prefer to be the one with a big adult cock pushing into her hot little hole? Her turn would come soon enough. Annita was filming the whole thing. Who was she making the video for though? Hell, I didnât care â it would make an amazing addition to my personalised porn collection. âTime to grow up sweety,â I said, grinning down at the youngster, and pausing for breath. The little girlâs twat was gripping my cock like a fist, and I could feel a pulse pounding through the shaft. It was probably mine, but it turned me on to think it was her body pulsating around my invading muscle. âNooooo,â she whimpered, but I knew that she didnât mean it. âYesssssss,â I hissed, as I raised my hips and withdrew an inch or two before lunging forward hard and fast. âAiiiiieeee,â Cindy screamed, as my cock tore through the fragile screen of skin. I felt only a small, momentary resistance as I took her virginity. It was hardly anything at all. So easy to take. After that it was an easy fuck. Sure she was tight, but girls are built for taking cock arenât they? Cindy sobbed as I took my pleasure from her hot little body. Tears rolled down her velvet cheeks, and I bent my head to lick them up. That was the cherry on the cake, so to speak â lapping up the tears of a deflowered virgin. âYeah, bitch, take it all,â I sneered at her, sawing my cock in and out of her womanâs hole. She needed to know what she was for. This was her future. She was lucky that someone as gentle and caring as me was her first lover â I doubted that any of the black men who would use her later would be this kind. âIâve gotta cum slut,â I moaned as the heat in my balls started to move. âAre you ready for your first load slut?â My big cock was bumping against her insides as I jammed myself as far in as it could go. She winced and cried out as I ravaged her, but I was sliding out of control and into orgasm. âYes, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS,â I shouted as cum raced from my balls and gushed out inside her. Now she really was a woman. This is what she was built for â taking a manâs load. âAhhhh, yeah baby,â I panted. âYou are one hot little fuck toy.â She lay there snuffling and whimpering, as though she hadnât enjoyed it. I rolled off her and lay on my back on the carpet. âThatâs better,â I said, with a sign of contentment. While I went and took a shower I asked Annita to get Cindy cleaned up and to take both the girls home. It was getting late and I didnât want the parents wondering where the little brats had gone. My plan was to fuck the other twin the next day â I didnât want to leave them to think about things for too long or they might do something stupid. I didnât need to worry really â the girls felt that they were completely trapped. I could do what I wanted with them. It was that easy. The next day was Friday and I had a feeling that time was running out before my slutty wife came back and Nico made another appearance. I needed to work fast to develop the twins and their family. It was pretty clear to me, when Annita brought the girls round after school, that Cindy really was happy to have been fucked. She seemed more confident, and she didnât seem in any discomfort after losing her virginity. She acted even more seductive and grown up, clearly thinking she had an advantage over her sister. I took the girls up to my bedroom and didnât waste any time getting them and myself stripped off and ready for the next act. Tricia was nervous and anxious of course, but she was trapped. How could she refuse to do what I told her? And Cindy played a big part in dragging her along â convincing her sister that they really didnât have a choice, and anyway it didnât hurt that much. Both the little girls sat cross-legged and nude in the middle of the big bed. I stood naked at the side of the bed, arms folded across my chest, waiting, as Cindy cajoled and argued her twin sister into giving up her virginity. I wanted Tricia to do it all âvoluntarilyâ. Sure Iâd forced â raped â her sister in front of her, so Cindy hadnât had a choice. But I wanted to see Tricia give in and surrender, and then degrade herself of her own free will. This wouldnât be a rape â this would be Tricia offering herself to me and doing anything and everything I wanted. Finally Tricia nodded. She didnât say anything, and she looked flushed and sad, but she nodded to her sister. She was giving in. I held back a smile of victory. Cindy gave her twin a big hug and then sat next to her, her pale, slim arm around her shoulder. âAre you ready?â I asked Tricia. She nodded, her eyes downcast. âOK then, come over here and suck my cock. Get it hard so that I can fuck you.â My heart was pounding, but this was going much easier than Iâd ever dared to hope. Annita stood by the door and videoed everything. After a few long seconds, and after a gentle push from her sister, Tricia scooted over to my side and stood in front of me. She was so cute, and looked so sad â it was heartbreaking. âSuck my cock,â I told her. âDo it good and get me hard. Then you can beg me to fuck you.â Her face was bright red with shame, and her bottom lip was trembling, but she knelt down and gingerly took a hold of my half-hard cock in her little right hand. âSuck it. Suck Daddyâs cock Tricia,â I said, reaching out and gently pressing her head in the right direction. I felt her lips meet my cock head. For a few seconds she hesitated, but then she opened her mouth and wet heat engulfed the end of my growing muscle. âMmmm, good girl. Now, you, Cindy, lie on the bed and let me see how good you are at rubbing yourself off. Annie, pass her a hairbrush to use.â I wanted both girls in action. It made me hotter and looked better on video. My dick quickly swelled up to full size as Tricia inexpertly suckled and rubbed my manhood. She needed a lot more practice to be any good, but there was time, and I was a willing teacher. The sight of the hairbrush handle sliding in and out of Cindyâs recently deflowered pussy was also a serious turn on. She sure was a great catch â what a star whore she would make for Nico. âOK bitch, get on the bed next to your sister, itâs time to get you ready for fucking.â It had been great making them snog each other the day before, but that was childâs play. This time I wanted them to go a big step further. When Tricia was sitting still I folded my arms across my chest and took on a stern expression. I wanted them to cross a line today, one that theyâd never forget. âOK Cindy, Iâm gonna fuck your sister, but first I need her nice and wet. Youâre gonna do that for me. Get your face down on her pussy and start licking.â Mentally I held my breath. Sure Iâd raped her. Yes sheâd talked her sister into agreeing to be fucked. But would she go down on her sister? Both the girls flushed even deeper red, and looked at each other as though they might die of embarrassment. âNOW,â I said sternly, frowning at the hesitation. âCindy, get your face into that cunt. Lick it. Do it now. How can I fuck her if sheâs dry?â Tricia still hadnât met my eye. She lay down on her back, arms by her sides. âGood. Open your legs Tricia. Cindy, get busy,â I said, smiling a little now that Tricia had given in. But would Cindy actually perform oral sex on her sister? Cindy sat nervously chewing on her bottom lip. The hairbrush lay on the bed next to her, the handle glistening with her juices. âGet on with it Cindy,â I told her. âWhat are you waiting for, Christmas?â Slowly Cindy moved into position between her sisterâs slender legs. After a final hesitation she lowered her head between Triciaâs thighs, and the girl gasped as her sisterâs tongue began gently lapping at the tight lips that I was soon to penetrate. I turned to Annita to make sure that she filmed this latest obscenity, but she was ahead of me, aeady shooting a close up of Cindyâs little wet tongue poking at her sisterâs love hole. Cindy was on her knees, head bowed into the crotch of her sister. Her sweet little ass was sticking wonderfully up into the air. It was irresistible, so I didnât resist long. Climbing onto the bed behind that angelic butt, it was easy to slide my drooling cock between her delicious thighs, rubbing my spike against her hole â which had aeady been warmed up and opened during her play with the hairbrush. She stopped her licking and looked back at me over her shoulder. âKeep licking her,â I said, reaching forward and giving Cindyâs head a gentle push. âIâm going to keep my cock warm inside your cunt until sheâs ready.â With my own legs I eased Cindyâs thighs apart. My cock was oozing so much pre-cum, and Cindy was aeady loosened up, so it was a pretty easy entrance compared to the day before. It only took a dozen or so thrusts before the whole of my muscle was embedded inside her â well, at least as far as it could get. With my hands on her slender hips I slowly fucked her doggy style while she lapped and licked at her sisterâs virgin twat. âMmmm, thatâs good Cindy,â I crooned. It was hot and tight in there, and on another day I would have happily shot my load deep inside. But today my cum was destined for another cunt, and it was time to get down to the main course. âOK slut, thatâs enough for now,â I said, giving Cindy a slap on the butt and pulling my rigid dick out her with a squidgy plop. âIf sheâs not wet enough by now, itâll have to do.â The little girl lifted her head from between her sisterâs legs and looked back at me. Her face was hot and red, with her mouth and chin glossy with saliva and â maybe some baby cunt juice? Her eyes were shiny and narrowed with lust. I think she would have preferred me to keep on fucking her, but there would be time for a session with her later, once Iâd taken her sisterâs cherry. âOK Tricia, look at me,â I said, as I moved between the virginâs sweet thighs. Her eyes were tight shut, but that wasnât how I wanted this to go. There was no way that this little bitch was going to try and ignore what was happening, and just shut herself off from her rape. âLook at me Tricia,â I repeated, pushing her legs as wide as they would go. âIâm gonna fuck you, slut. I want you to see who it is that takes your virginity. I want you to remember your first fuck forever. A lot of men are going to fuck you after me, but Iâm the first. After this, every time you fuck, youâll remember me. This is forever.â There was something about these two little bitches that brought out the sadist in me. Normally Iâm a nice guy, and Iâm not into girls this young, but there was something about them that made me want to be wicked. I lay down on top of Tricia and started rubbing my hard cock against her belly and her crotch. She lay there staring up at me, her eyes wide and scared. I kissed her little mouth hard, forcing my tongue inside her mouth, watching her eyes. There was no way I was going to be able to penetrate her like this. It felt good rubbing myself against her body, but even after her sisterâs licking, her virgin cunt would be just too tight to get into. I needed a helping hand. âHey Cindy,â I called over my shoulder. I knew she would be close, and watching every move we made. She was a hot little whore and might even be rubbing herself off. âGet over here slut, and put my cock into your sister.â I felt the girl move across the bed, and then her little hand reached between me and her sister, grasping my hot cock in her cool fingers. âThatâs it slut, yes, rub it up and down her cunt, and then put it in,â I instructed. God it felt good. And getting her sister to help me rape Tricia was a masterstroke. âMmmm, yeah. Put the tip inside. Do you like that, slut?â I said, looking deep into Triciaâs beautiful grey eyes. She bit her lip as she felt the end of my cock slipping into her cunt. I kissed her mouth again, and licked and sucked at the sweet, soft skin of her face. I felt like a beast, but I felt great. All I had to do was use my weight to drive my spike slowly deeper into the virgin. Her sisterâs hand was guiding and easing my shaft inside, it was perfect. âAre you ready, slut?â I asked, when she winced and closed her eyes with the pain. My cock head had reached her hymen, and the time had come. âLook at me. Look at me Tricia as I pop your cherry. I want you to remember my face forever. Every time a man fucks you. Every time a man puts his cock into you, I want you to remember that I was the first.â I looked over my shoulder at Cindy, who was kneeling beside us, her hand still gripping my muscle. Her face was a picture of lust. Her right hand was on my cock, but her left was buried between her pure white thighs â pressed hard against her cunt. She looked like she was enjoying this almost as much as I was, and definitely more than her sister. I grinned at her, and then looked back at her sister lying still as a corpse under me. It was time. I thought about trying to make her beg me to fuck her - to make her ordeal as humiliating as possible, but then why bother? âHere you are Cindy, â I said, drawing my cock back a couple of inches, âHereâs what it feels like to become a woman.â And I jammed myself back into her with blunt, sudden force. She screamed â but it was only a little squeal really, her eyes suddenly very big and very round. âYou like that slut?â I laughed at her. âYou like how it feels to be full of cock?â I wiggled my hips and ground my cock deeper, using my full weight to force the shaft in up to the hilt. âYeah baby, I can see you like that,â I said, kissing her mouth and swirling my tongue around, chasing hers. Maybe I was getting used to popping virgin cherries, but as I slowly humped her, I found myself drifting into a mental fantasyland. Wasnât fucking a little virgin exciting enough anymore? I caught myself visualising the little bitch choking on my cock, and slipped into an even more outrageous scenario than I was living in real life. As I fucked her, and looked into her shocked and saddened eyes, I imagined what it would feel like to force my cock down her throat - to rape that little O-shaped mouth. What a turn on it would be to watch those eyes panic as she fought for breath around the fat shaft of my muscle, buried in her larynx. Could she swallow as much of me as was currently thrust into her baby womb? Would her gag reflex milk me as surely as her pulsing vagina was now? These two little whores brought something evil out in me. Why was I fantasising about this little girl choking on my cock, when surely it was erotic enough that I was raping her? Something was changing in me. Committing all these outrageous sex acts was driving me nuts. Would I ever get back to being just a normal sex addict with a lust for latex, high heels, and female dominated sex? Even as I was fucking Tricia, Cindyâs hand crept over my ass and started massaging my balls. âOh God, yes Cindy, make me cum in this little fuck whore,â I groaned, as those nimble little fingers probed and tweaked, stroked and teased. Triciaâs eyes stayed locked on mine as I pushed myself up on my arms above her, grinding my sex into her as deep and hard as it would go. When Iâd fucked Cindy I hadnât been able to get my full length into her, but although Tricia was her twin she clearly had more room inside â I was able to force my cock balls-deep into the little bitch. âYeahhhh, fucking take it bitch, take it ALLLLLLL,â I cried as the hot jism surged up from my soul and poured out into the tiny slutâs insides. âYeah, yeah, yeah,â I grunted as each spurt filled her and flooded back out of her cunt hole. âWhat a whore,â I gasped, as I finally slumped across her sweaty little body. I was totally spent â sheâd milked my balls like a pro. I waited until my cock wilted enough to slip out of her body before I rolled off and lay next to her, still panting like a dog. Cindy was still kneeling on the bed beside us, red and flushed, and kept glancing back and forth from her ravaged sister, to my limp muscle. I couldnât tell from her expression whether she was jealous of her sister, or worried that she might really be hurt. Once Iâd got my breath back I padded off to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Neither of the little virgins had bled much when I popped them, so at least there wasnât much mess to mop up, and if Cindy was anything to go by, they didnât have much internal pain either. Couldnât be much better really. Just like with Cindy, I got Annita to clean Tricia up. It was too bad that my daughter was only interested in the videoing and blackmailing side of the plan to get control of this family â I still lusted after her, and I would have fucked her any time she would let me. We all sat around on the bed having a little picnic â snacks and Coke â while I took stock of the situation and planned what I was going to do next. Tricia was still looking pale and stayed silent, but Cindy was in good form, and the way she kept looking at me I could tell that she would be ready for sex as soon as I could get it up again. âSo, now you two girls are broken in, who are we going to get next?â I mused, thinking out loud more than expecting any answer. âWhat do you mean?â Cindy said, crunching on a mouth full of potato chips and scattering crumbs all over my bed. I looked at her and frowned, not sure how much to let these âvictimsâ in on our plans. âWell, I love the idea of having a whole family to play with,â I said, telling the truth, but not the whole truth. âSo, now Iâve got you two, how do I get the rest of your family? Is it easier to get your Dad, your brother, or your Mum?â Iâd thought that the girls would be shocked and appalled, but once the initial surprise wore off â after about 30 seconds â Cindy was ready with an answer. âWell, itâs got to be Chris, our brother,â Cindy said, looking thoughtful. âHeâs 14, but heâs so mixed up he would probably jump at the chance to get back at Mum.â That sounded intriguing. Iâd thought that maybe I could use Annita to seduce him, and then somehow get him to perform some kind of incest with his sisters, but this sounded even better. âYour Mum and brother, whatâs going on between them?â I asked, sipping at my own Coke. Cindy and Tricia glanced at each other and exchanged troubled looks. âCome on Cindy, after what weâve done together you canât hold back. Iâm going to get both of them anyway, so why not tell me? Unless thereâs nothing to tell of course,â I said, implying that she didnât know anything worth knowing. Cindy frowned and sipped her drink. After a few seconds of thought she said, âMum doesâŚthingsâŚwith Chris, when Dadâs away, which is a lot. Weâve heard them,â and she glanced nervously at Tricia. âChris really hates Mum and tries to stay away from her, but at night, sometimes, she goes to his room. And they doâŚstuff. His room is right next to ours, and we can hear everything. ItâsâŚgross.â She looked at her sister and they both pulled faces. This definitely sounded promising. âWhat do you mean by âstuffââŚand âgrossâ?â I asked, naked curiosity in my tone. I noticed that Annita was paying close attention too. The two naked little girls kept looking at each other, obviously embarrassed, but Cindy was looking for agreement from her twin before saying more. âIâve never seen them do anything,â Cindy said. âMe neither,â Tricia said, in a shy, whispery voice, still recovering from her first fucking. âSo what do you think happens?â I pushed. If something was going on between Mum and son, then that would be a potentially easy way to get them both into my clutches. âWell,â Cindy finally said, âonce weâve gone to bed and Mum thinks weâre asleep, we hear her come upstairs and go into his room.â Her voice was breathless and almost a whisper. âWe hear him asking her not to doâŚit. She laughs and says something â itâs too quiet to hear, but he keeps saying, âno Mum, please donât,â but then she laughs and doesâŚit, anyway.â This was getting too much to bear. âOK, so what is⌠âitâ?â I asked, exasperated. âWhat does she do to him?â The girls looked at each other again and blushed some more. âWell,â Cindy started hesitantly, âweâve heard the bed squeaking and bumping, like when Mum doesâŚitâŚwith Dad. At least when they still used to do... it.â And she giggled like a naughty little girl with a secret. âOK, so you think theyâre doingâŚit? Sex?â I said, prompting. âYeah, only Chris doesnât want to,â Cindy said. âI think Mumâs really mean to do it with Chris if he doesnât want to,â Tricia added, looking angry and sad at the same time, a cute pout on her sweet mouth. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of sliding in and out of that rosebud. âHave you ever talked with Chris about it?â I asked. âDoes he know that you know?â âYeah, he knows we know,â Tricia answered, âHe was crying in his room one day and we asked him if it was because of Mum. And he said âyesâ, but not to tell anyone.â âDid he tell you what she did with him?â I asked. âNo, but he hates it. He told us he hates it, and that he hates Mum,â Cindy said. âOK, so when do they doâŚit? How often?â I needed more information if we were going to get anywhere. âLike we said, every time Dadâs away, and sometimes even at the weekend during the daytime, if Dadâs out and she thinks we canât hear,â Tricia said, with a disgusted look on her face. âAnd how long has this been going on? Can you remember when you first found out? Or did Chris tell you?â Most people believe that itâs always the fathers that commit incest in the family, and that itâs never the mothers who are the predators, but when you read stories in the press these days it seems like thatâs not true. Mothers seem to be involved at least as much as the fathers, and sometimes they even work together to abuse their children. âWell, itâs been going on since we moved to the new house, and thatâs like two years ago,â Cindy said, and again Tricia nodded confirmation. âSo Chris would have been about 12. Maybe it happened before we moved, but I donât remember.â âOK, ok, I understand. So, do you think Chris would help us to trap your Mum? Will he talk to us about it?â Unless he would I didnât see much use for the information. âWell, I think he will,â Cindy said, looking for confirmation from Tricia, who nodded. âAnd thereâs something else as well,â she said. âWe think that he doesnât like girls very much. Except us. We think he might beâŚyou knowâŚgay.â And she blushed again at using the âGâ-word. That would make sense. I could imagine a boy abused by his mother turning against her, and then against all women. âMmm, what makes you think heâs gay?â I asked after a few seconds of thought. The two girls glanced slyly at each other and giggled, embarrassed. âWell, we snuck into his room a few times, and looked on his PC,â Cindy said. âAnd when we looked at what websites heâd visited, and what videos and photos heâs been looking at, well, there werenât any girls on them.â And they both giggled again. That sounded perfect. Nice incriminating material to start the blackmailing process off. âSo, what was he looking at then? Come on, tell us,â I laughed, being light about it, but very curious. As a porn expert it would tell us a lot about his state of mind and weaknesses. The girls were blushing like mad and totally embarrassed. âWell, like I said, it was only with men. But a lot of the sites had men tied up. He looked at videos of men dressed like women, but doingâŚitâŚwith other men. It was funny sometimes, but some of it was gross,â Cindy said, pulling a face. âOk, good,â I said grinning. Very promising indeed. Gay bondage and cross-dressing. Very advanced for his age, but definitely good for blackmail.
14 Jan 2015, 02:36
Could you please repost Chapter 14, to make it in sequence?
Here we are, Chapter 14 in the right order. I hope you enjoy it.
Please post some appropriate photos if you have any, and let me know if you'd like anything else included in the story. *KISS* Chapter 14: Onward and upwards When Chris walked in with his twin sisters I was shocked! I donât know why, but I had expected a weedy, skinny kid, with spots and wimpy attitude. After all, he was only 14, and Tricia and Cindy had told me he was probably a gay cross-dresser, and into pretty advanced bondage porn. Itâs probably some kind of cultural conditioning, but I didnât expect him to look the way he did â slightly taller than me, broader in the shoulders, but a little narrower in the chest, and a lot slimmer in the waistline department. With his athletic physique and shoulder-length blonde hair, he looked more like a pop star or male model than a sly, sexually abused transvestite! I would have said he looked at least 18. And I could definitely see why his Mum would want to fuck him â he was a hunk that any girl would drop her panties for. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, black Puma trainers, and a body-hugging Manchester United red tee shirt. The outfit didnât leave much to the imagination, and â even though Iâm not gay â I was excited to think what we might be able to develop him into. As I showed him and the girls through to the living room, doubts raced through my mind. What if the girls were wrong and he wasnât what theyâd said? What if his Mum wasnât abusing him? What if he wasnât into wearing womenâs clothes, and bondage? Sure weâd been into his room and seen there was a lot of porn on his computer, and his web history was full of cross-dressing websites and BDSM, plus quite a lot of good rubber fetish sites. But so what? He was certainly big enough to put up a fight, so rape was not a realistic option. He sat on the sofa, and his twin sisters sat either side of him â tiny in comparison, but acting kind of protective. Very cute and sweet. Knowing they were coming over Iâd laid out some soft drinks and snacks on the coffee table, so I offered the kids something to drink, playing the good host. Iâd asked Annita to stay upstairs out of the way, for now. Since Chris was supposed to not like girls much, it made sense to keep things simple. Annie had our cameras ready though, just in case anything got tasty, and then I would just call her in. Chris sat nervously between the blonde twins, fidgeting, and looking around the room, obviously unsure what was going on. He turned down my offer of Coke or crisps. Not a good sign. I didnât know exactly what his sisters had told him. All I wanted from them was to get him into the room with me so that I could see what he was like, and try toâŚwellâŚdevelop some kind of useful angle to catch him. âOK Chris,â I started, after watching him fidget for a few more minutes. âYouâre probably wondering why I asked Tricia and Cindy to invite you over here?â His eyes were the same shade of grey as his sistersâ, and now that I looked more closely into them I could see thatâs where the messages could be read. They say that the eyes are a window into a personâs soul, and in his case it seemed to be true. He just shrugged, and his eyes sent messages of confusion, pain, and anger, all in a couple of seconds. âCindy told me you wanted to talk about Mum,â he said with a surprising little-boy voice. Clearly his voice had not broken yet, and the sound took 10 years off his age. He went on, âShe said that you didnât like Mum and that you wanted to get back at her for something. What did she do to you?â When he mentioned his Mum, his eyes flashed with anger, and his jaw clenched tight. I needed to be careful here, I had never met the woman, so I couldnât make many false claims or he could catch me out in a lie. I decided to try the path of truth first. âActually Chris, Iâm a friend of your sisters. And they told me that your Mum is mean to you. That she has been hurting you for a long time. What I want to do is be YOUR friend Chris. I want to stop her hurting you. To help you be happy.â Now he looked confused, and worried. He nibbled at his bottom lip and looked from one sister to the other and back again. They nodded pale faces in confirmation, and each took hold of one of his hands to reassure him. Good. He looked convinced. I had an opening. âItâs OK Chris,â I told him, with a sympathetic smile. I actually liked the kid, and I did genuinely feel sorry for him. âThe girls only told me a little bit, and I can try to help â as a friend, but if you want to tell me more, Iâm ready to listen. If you want?â There was doubt and confusion in his eyes now. Hesitation. Would he open up, or shut me out? âItâs OK Chris, Iâll never tell anyone else, I promise,â and I meant it. âWhatever you say will stay in this room. And I can tell you that I know what itâs like to beâŚabused⌠by a parent.â Well, it was sort of true â in my case people would say that I was the abusive parent after what I had done with my own daughter. But I didnât need to tell him that. A look of surprise â shock â passed across his face, his mouth falling open in an âOâ. And for a second, with his shoulder-length blonde hair and full pink lips, he reminded me of his sisters, just before my fat cock slipped into their mouths. My cock twitched at the thought of him sucking my dick. âPatience. Patience Bob,â I told myself. âTake it slow, let him take the bait.â âYou were abused too?â he gasped. The âtooâ gave away his confirmation. âOh yes,â I lied, âfor years. When I was a boy, a teenager really, about your age. So I know what youâre going through. I can help.â He gnawed at his bottom lip again. Looked from me to his little sisters. Pain and tears welled in his eyes. Would he break? Cindy looked up into her big brothers face, tears in her own sweet eyes, and said, âTrust him Chris. Tell him. Let him help you. Let us help you. Mum deserves to be punished doesnât she, after what sheâs been doing to you?â A tear ran down his smooth, downy cheek and his bottom lip trembled. âOK, Iâll tell. But you promise itâs a secret? And I can get back at Mum for what sheâs done?â I nodded. There was pain and anger in those eyes. He wanted revenge. And he would get it - but at a huge cost to him. So, he told me his story over the next 2 hours. He broke down in tears several times, along with his sisters, and needed to take a few drinks to keep his voice strong enough to speak about what had been done to him. But he told it all. And this is what he said. When he turned 12 he started to have wet dreams. Most mornings he would wake up with sticky pyjamas and stains on the mattress and sheets. And he would have a âstiffyâ that made getting dressed even harder. He was confused and had no idea what was happening. Was he sick? Was there something wrong with his âthingâ? He was too ashamed and embarrassed to talk to anyone. His mother noticed of course, and started giving him âfunnyâ looks. She changed the sheets and said nothing. She would just give him an odd smile that made him feelâŚuncomfortable, and he would go all red. At school, at swimming or after sports when he got changed, heâd noticed that his âthingâ was much bigger than the other boys his age. They noticed too and they made fun of him. Heâd felt so embarrassed that he began to skip sports lessons, which got him into trouble. When his Mum asked him why he wasnât going to sports, heâd lied and said he felt ill. That his ankle hurt. That he felt sick. Anything to avoid having all those boys pointing at his âthingâ and laughing at him. His Dad travelled for work a lot and was hardly ever at home. Even when he did come home he wasnât interested in Chris or the twins, or even their Mum. He worked, that was all. One day, when he really did feel ill and stayed off school, he had a fever and his Mum ran a bath for him. While he was lying in the bath his Mum came into the bathroom and knelt down by the side of the bath. Without saying a word, his Mum took the bar of soap and began washing him from his neck to his feet. To start with she ignored his âthingâ, but after washing his feet she slowly worked her way back up his legs, and this time didnât stop until her slippery, foamy fingers reached his adolescent cock. When he asked her to stop, she just shushed him, like she would a baby, and carried on soaping his balls and â growing â dick. Embarrassed, he tried to push her hands away. He kept asking her to stop. It was wrong. It was wrong! She just kept on saying, âShush,â like he was being difficult. And kept on rubbing. His body betrayed him. His mother betrayed him. Confused. Betrayed. His cock stiffened and his mother smiled. He moaned. Why did this feel so good? Why did he want her to continue? He begged her to stop. He cried. He sobbed. She pushed his hands aside and carried on pulling his innocence away. He had never even played with himself. He didnât know about masturbation. His only orgasms had come at night when he was asleep. He didnât even remember what it felt like, or what the dreams were that caused him to make the mess. His mother continued. Up and down, swirling around, making him groan. With no warning his body suddenly started doing things he had no control over. His hips bucked against his Mumâs slippery fingers. A surge of pressure from his young balls. His fists clenched. He grunted. He closed his eyes. A surge of release pumped through his body as he spent himself in his motherâs hands - hot spatters of goo hitting his chest; splashing into the bath water. Gasping for breath he opened his eyes. His mother was rinsing her hands in the water, wiping the slime off his chest and shoulder. She was smiling. Without a word she got up, dried her hands, and left the bathroom. He felt ashamed. Dirty. Betrayed. Used. How could she have done that? Why? After that it was always the same. She would never say anything, except âShush,â when he tried to stop her or protest. She started coming to his room at night after the twins were in bed. Any time of the night. He would wake up to the feeling of her hands on him. On his âthingâ. Sometimes it would be her mouth down there, sucking him. And he was always hard. Stiff. His body betraying him. His body wanted her touch. It was disgusting. Right from the first time, in his bed, as soon as he was hard, his mother climbed on top of him and pushed his âthingâ inside herself. She would rock back and forth, moaning. The liquid heat of her would make him moan too â another betrayal. On and on she would go, hands roaming his body, fingers pinching and squeezing. Sometimes slipping her fingers inside herself, before pushing the slippery result into his mouth to suck. And always his body would betray him. No matter how he begged her to stop, his âthingâ would stay hard. And somehow she knew when his body was ready to explode because she would stop, and wait, until his breath was normal again. Only when she was completely exhausted and satisfied would she allow his traitorous body any relief, smiling down at him as she rode his orgasm, and his dirty cock spewed out itâs hot mess inside her. Then, without a word, she would dismount and walk to the bathroom to clean herself. The only good thing was that this stopped his messing the bed. Sure he still woke up with a âstiffyâ, but he wasnât waking up with sticky sheets any more. And often his mother would come back in the morning to take care of that âstiffyâ. As time went on he discovered what other boys his age discover â the joys of masturbation, porn, and girls. Except in his case he found girls ratherâŚdisgusting. But he did like the âfeelâ of their clothes and underwear. This part was hard for him to tell me, so I asked the two twins to leave us alone at this point. He had a laptop of his own to use for homework, so it was easy to search out porn and photos that excited him. Masturbation was difficult though because his mother was around him all the time, and she took him whenever she felt he was capable of satisfying her. His only peace was when his Mum took the twins out shopping on Saturdays. Then he had almost the whole day to indulge himself. He started out just randomly visiting normal porn sites, but found that he was more attracted to sites with leather, latex and rubber. Especially if there was bondage involved. And even more so if the men were the ones in rubber and bondage. He even liked the sites with so-call shemales and transvestites. Masturbating over videos of men dressed as women having sex with each other. Pictures and videos of women made him feel slightly sick to his stomach. Imagining sex with them reminded him of his mother â gross! But this made him feel even worse. Even more âqueerâ. It was on one of these Saturdays that he first tried on some womenâs clothing. He took some nylon stockings and panties out of the laundry basket. He also took a silky nightie â it was stained at the crotch, and Chris was ashamed to think that it was the same one his mother had been wearing when she had ridden him the night before. They were his motherâs, but he pushed that to the back of his mind. This was an experiment to see what it would feel like to wear such feminine things. Well, after struggling for a while to get the stockings on, and then getting tangled in the nightie, he finally sat down on his bed and looked in the mirror. And that was a moment that changed his life. He loved it. He loved the way he looked. He loved the way it felt. He didnât feel the need to masturbate. It wasnât a sex thing â not really. It just feltâŚgood. It feltâŚright. Of course he did jerk off wearing her clothes and looking at his favourite porn site. The nightie was aeady stained, so she would never notice another wet patch in the silk. That became his Saturday treat, every week. From then on, whenever his mother came after him, he would close his mind to her and focus on how it felt to wear the silk and nylon. How that slippery material would slide over his body and caress his young cock. How hard he would cum while he watched those leather and latex encased men, tied, abused, drained. His mother must have wondered why he was reaching orgasm so fast, but it didnât stop her coming to his room. In fact she came even more often, even using her silky panties to rub over his cock, body and face. She would wear sexier clothes around him. Wear nylons and satin when she rode him. And he couldnât help but look, waiting for Saturday when he could wear them himself. It was really hard for him to tell the next part of his story, but eventually he told me about his experiments with anal penetration. His mother was the first, using her fingers to probe his tight young anus while she stroked him to hardness. But the videos on the porn sites showed just what could be pushed up there. He started with small objects, like pens from his pencil case. It was smelly and he didnât want to use them afterwards. He needed something else. One day, in the bathroom, he discovered an old hairbrush in the waste bin. He often went through the bins looking for discarded stockings, panties, or other gems. It was the only way he could get stuff without stealing from his Mum. The handle was about six inches long and an inch thick â perfect. It was plastic and easily cleanable, so he could reuse it. Kneeling on the bed, and using hand cream as a lube, he eased the handle into his anus and slowly fucked himself while he masturbated. He was amazed at howâŚfeminine⌠soft and submissive⌠he felt while he was doing it, dressed in nylons and his Mumâs nightie. In the beginning rubbing his cock made the penetration easier, but he found that he didnât need to rub himself in order to cum, as long as he kept pushing the brush in and out of his ass hole. The feeling of penetration was so good that he could cum without even touching himself. And if he controlled the pace of the anal action, then he could control when he would cum. So now he had discovered something wonderful. And he quickly looked around for other objects to use, building up a hidden store of items that he could fuck himself with, and cast off womenâs clothes that he could wear. He also managed to buy a supply of condoms â usually from public toilets â which he needed for most of the objects, and sometimes for actually wearing. He liked the feeling of constraint that the latex gave him when his cock was hard and encased in rubber. And to build up his supply of clothes, he realised that if he visited his friendâs homes, then he could raid their laundry baskets and steal stuff belonging to their sisters or mothers. It was risky, but who would suspect a 12-year old of stealing womenâs clothes? Over the months, and in between his motherâs raids on his body, he experimented and practised, using porn videos off the web as his guides. Vegetables from the fridge were a good source of pleasure â carrots, courgettes and cucumbers â encased in condoms, allowed him to stretch his muscles and develop his anal techniques. He also started practicing deep-throat, trying to control his gag reflex. He loved watching this done in the porn films, and worked hard on trying not to throw up, or choke. His latest tryouts were involving self-bondage. He used elastic bands and shoelaces to tie up his cock and balls, making it painful for him to get an erection and cum. Somehow the pain associated with orgasm felt â right. He needed to be punished for pleasuring himself. So this had been going on for almost two years, and he had built up quite a collection of clothing and objects, all carefully hidden around the house and his bedroom â not easy when you have a nosey mother and inquisitive younger sisters. And that was the problem. He was caught. He wasnât sure if it was because his sisters kept sticking their noses into his room and they found something â he didnât have a lock on the door, so he couldnât lock anyone out - or if it was just his mother getting lucky. Anyway, one day a couple of months earlier, he had come home from school in his uniform â yes, at his private school they still had to wear stupid uniforms â and his Mum had been waiting for him in his room. That wasnât unusual; sometimes when the twins werenât around she would want sex with him as soon as he got back. But this day was different. On his bed was piled a large part of his collection, and his Mum was standing there, arms crossed under her breasts, frowning at him. âWhat the Hell is all this stuff?â she demanded. âWhere on Earth did you get it all from?â Heâd turned bright red and stood there silent. What could he tell her? âI recognise this,â she said, holding up an old nightie. âI threw this out months ago. And these are my old knickers. Did you take them out the bin? Why?â Silence. She had picked through the pile, holding up various items and inspecting them, shaking her head. âWhose is this?â she asked, holding up a white, lacy, padded bra. He had taken it from a school friendâs house â and he liked to wear it under his nightie, stuffed with things to make it look like he had boobs. But he couldnât tell her that could he? âIs it your girlfriendâs? Do you have a girlfriend?â Another nightie, silk panties, nylon stockings and tights, a white silk blouse, a black skirt, and one of his main prizes â a pair of black high heel shoes that he had bought from a Salvation Army thrift shop in town. Silence. âAnd what are these for? And these?â She held up some of his âtoysâ. A large-handled hairbrush with no bristles left, and a ball gag he had made from a rubber ball and a large elastic band. He stood and chewed his bottom lip, face flaming red. âWhat do you do with all this stuff?â she asked, picking up one of his special objects â a foot long, and two inches thick, piece of bendy black rubber that he had spent a whole weekend shaping to his needs. Carefully carving one end into a rounded mushroom shape, complete with glans to make it look and feel more realistic. He had only just got to the point where his anus was stretched enough to be able to take its girth. And now she had found it â damn! âHave you become some kind of sick pervert Christopher?â She didnât look angry, she had a horrible smirk on her face. âDo you like to wear these?â And she tossed her old nightie in his face. âDo you get off wearing my old underwear? What would your Daddy say if he found out?â âDadâs never here, and doesnât care anyway,â heâd said, suddenly angry. âAnd this,â she went on, as though heâd never spoken, âDo you use this on yourself?â She waved his big black homemade dildo in his face. Silence. âShow me,â she demanded. âPut my nightie on, and show me how you use this.â He stood, hesitating. This was his secret life. This was his, not hers. âPut this on, and show me what you do, and I might let you keep it. If you donât, it all goes in the trash â and stays there.â She was smirking again. He was only 14 and had to do what she wanted, even if he was bigger and stronger physically. Inside he was weeping with frustration and rage. Humiliation and pain. How could she do this to him? He chewed at his bottom lip until he tasted blood. âWell?â she said, tapping her high-heel shod foot on this bedroom carpet. Shaking with tension and hatred, he slowly took off his maroon school blazer, his maroon and yellow-striped tie, white shirt, and grey flannel trousers. His underwear and grey socks came off last. His Mum had just stood and watched him strip, the gleam of lust in her eyes. She tossed him her old white, silk nightie. He had cum wearing it so many times he had lost count. âPut it on sissy girl,â she grinned. Even just touching the delicious material had made his cock twitch, conditioned to know that pleasure was coming soon. He slipped it on over his head and felt the nightie slither down his body and over his growing dick. âOh very pretty,â his Mum had sniggered, âI hadnât realised I had three daughters.â His face was bright, beet, red. And he seethed inside. How he hated this monster! She picked up the black dildo and one of his discovered condoms, and said, âYou need one of these Christine? Do you practice safe sex like they teach you at school?â Without bothering to wait for his non-answer, she opened the packet and deftly stretched the pink condom over the black rubber cockhead. âHere you go baby, letâs see how that fits. Get on the bed and show me. I canât believe you can take something that size.â He took the long black dildo from her hand and picked up the tube of lubrication that had been tossed into the pile of goodies on his bed. He applied a generous dollop and covered the condom. âMy goodness, you are an expert dear. I never would have guessed.â And she did look genuinely impressed. Trying to ignore his mother watching, he had climbed on the bed and knelt, lifting the hem of his nightie and spreading his legs, positioning the tip of the latex-encased dildo at his anal opening. âWait a second darling, I have something for you,â sheâd said, and then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. âHere, open wide. Iâm sure you prefer the taste of fresh silk?â And, balling the panties in her hands, she pushed the still-warm underwear into his mouth. He hated it. He hated her. But his cock twitched and hardened. And he hated that too. Betrayed yet again. Always. Slowly he eased the tip of the dildo inside his ass. He needed to concentrate, and relax. Take it slow. Take it easy. He closed his eyes and let his body adjust to the penetration. The familiarâŚsoft, submissive, feminineâŚfeeling crept over him as the dildo slid further inside, opening him up, filling him, stretching him. Deeper. Deeper. His cock grew as the dildo penetrated. Deeper and harder. Pre-cum oozed from his cock â a big adult-sized cock on a teenage boy. Bigger than most men, he would have made many porn stars jealous. âOh My Good God!â he heard his mother exclaim. âThat is so just So Fucking HOT!â This was the most he had ever taken so far. Six good inches deep. He felt full. Fulfilled. He opened his eyes. His mother had pulled up her skirt and was sitting on his desk, one foot on the floor, the other on the seat of his chair, legs spread wide. She was using another of his toys â the bald hairbrush - on her dripping twat. âFucking do it! Go on! Fuck yourself, you bitch!â his Mum had grunted, as she masturbated herself, just a couple of feet from him. The silk of the nightie felt wonderful, stretched over his body, moving with him and stroking him as he performed. His cock dripped, and oozed, and twitched, like a disgusting animal with a dumb mind of its own. How he hated its betrayal of his wishes. And he wished now that it was bound and tied, so that it would suffer pain as he gave himself pleasure. His hand eased the dildo in and out, faster and deeper â deeper than he had even gone before. Pressing until it hurt. Pain and pleasure. He moved his left hand to his hated cock and balls, squeezing and twisting, inflicting the pain his cock deserved. Using his right hand to rape himself with the dildo, as his mother demanded. âOh Christ. Oh my Fucking Sweet Jesus, Yesssss,â his mother hissed, fucking herself faster and harder with the hairbrush. He wasnât sure when he should finish. He could cum when he wanted by using the anal stimulation to control his orgasm, but when should he cum? His mother fucked herself to a grunting climax before him, her eyes bulging - glued to the sight of her teenaged son impaled on a huge black dildo, dressed in her nightie, gagged with her panties, and squeezing his cock and balls in a frenzy. âCum for me. FuckingâŚcumâŚNOW!â she hissed, juices flowing down her hands and dripping on her sonâs carpet. Pain. Pain and pleasure. Now he could release the pressure. Taking at least nine inches of fat rubber cock, he drove himself over the edge. He gripped his balls as hard as he could to increase the pain, as the surge of cum pumped up his engorged shaft and spewed out over the pile of stolen lingerie in front of him. A huge load. Spurt after spurt drenched the panties and slips, bra and stockings. He grunted and moaned around the sodden panty gag, almost delirious with the pleasure. âSweet Jesus,â his mother gasped, as her own climax waned. âUn-be-fucking-lievable!â Chris had slumped over onto his own messy collection. Too spent to be able to kneel any longer, his wilting dick smothered in the silks and satins and nylons, the rubber cock still embedded deep in his ass. Out of breath, but still in his own word of femininity and softness, Chris had spent many hours like this. Lying on his bed, wearing something soft and silky, his anus full of false-cock, his own cock emptied and limp. Able to relax and just âŚbe. His masculinity taken out of the equation, at least for a while. His mother had left the room unnoticed. He didnât care. He didnât want to think about her. He just wanted to lie there andâŚfeel. Unfortunately for Chris his mother had not found the experience of having a cross-dressing, anally stimulated son, a negative one. On the contrary, she now seemed to find even more sexually deprived ways of getting satisfaction from his youthful body. Despite the fact that he obviously hated what she was doing to him, she took every opportunity to abuse him. Dressing him up â even adding extra touches, like make up â to make him more effeminate, before grinding herself to orgasm on his cock. A cock that she controlled through knowing that anal penetration would allow him to stay hard as long as she wanted. Only allowing him to climax when it suited her. And so his torture went on, day after day; night after night. By the time he finished telling me his story he was weeping and sobbing his heart out. I gave him my handkerchief, and hugged him to make him feel better. I did feel sorry for him. Really. But I didnât fancy him. His dirty, disgusting, perverted mother turned me on. And his stories of her abuses had given me a real boner. What a wonderful bitch! I couldnât wait to get my hands on her â and my cock into her! As he slowly calmed down I decided that the best way to move things forward would be to take him upstairs and show him my own collection of clothes and toys. One of the few good things about the developments with Nico and my family was that all my fetishes were out in the open, which meant that I could hang my sexy silks and rubber catsuit in the wardrobe with the rest of my stuff. No need to hide any longer. The down side was that I didnât get much chance to dress up any more, and I hadnât worn the red latex catsuit since the time Nico had fucked me in it â almost destroying my ass in the process! âCome on,â I said to Chris, as the tears finally started to dry up, âI want to show you something.â With a few sniffles he got up and followed me to my bedroom. âThere, what do you think of that collection?â I asked, sliding back the mirrored door and opening my wardrobe. He looked at the hanging nighties and silky womenâs clothing with confusion at first, but then he stepped forward and ran his hands along the rack of silks and satins. âBut, arenât these your wifeâs?â he stammered, looking from the goodies in my closet, to my face and back, caressing the material. I shook my head and smiled, âNope, these are all mine. If you want we can look at my wifeâs stuff. She has some sexy bits and pieces, but theyâre probably too small for you. The same for Annieâs stuff.â âWow,â he gasped, turning back to the two dozen or so pieces that I had collected. âI would never have guessed that youâŚâ and his voice tailed off as he realised what he was about to say. âAnd here is my favourite,â I announced dramatically, sliding open the other door to display the shiny red latex catsuit â still in pristine condition. âOh my goodness,â Chris exclaimed, almost pushing me aside to get to the sexy prize. âIâve seen photos, but I never thought I would get to touch one in real.â I pulled it out for him and took it off its hanger, holding it against him to check the size. He was almost drooling with desire. âWould you like to try it on?â I asked, smiling at the obviousness of the answer. âOh God, yes please. Can I, please?â He was aeady stroking the smooth latex, and almost embracing it. âSure,â I said neutrally, âbut just a quick question. Am I right, youâve never actuallyâŚbeen withâŚhad sex withâŚa man?â He blushed to the roots of his blonde hair and avoided my eye, and shook his head. âNo,â he mumbled, âI never really had a chance to. But I want to try. If I wear this, do you thinkâŚmaybeâŚyou willâŚyou knowâŚlike me enough toâŚtry? Please?â And he looked at me with big doe eyes, his full lips wet with his nervous licking. âOK Chris, letâs get you into this. Iâll sort out some other stuff for us, and then weâll give it a try. OK?â My cock was pulsing in my pants. Here was a 14-year old boy â an ass-virgin, begging me to let him wear a sexy latex outfit, and then fuck him! It was every latex-loving homosexualâs dream come true. The only problem was that Iâm not gay. My arousal wasnât caused by wanting to kiss him, or take him to bed â no, my throbbing cock was caused by the extreme perversity of the situation. The wrongness of it. The wickedness. What made me hard was the thought of seducing this young boy and bringing him into our dirty games. The thought of what I could do to him or with him. Another sex toy to be played with. Watching him with his mother or sister, and eventually his Dad â I hoped. Chris quickly stripped off his normal clothes, turning away modestly when he got down to his underwear. âHow cute,â I thought, âbut weâll soon break that shyness.â When he turned around to start pulling on the catsuit it was my turn to gasp. His cock was not that of a 14-year old boy. No way! This was a porn-star sized organ if I ever saw one. It was only half-hard, and aeady it was the size of mine. His balls too were big and well formed, and completely bald. With a dong that size it was no wonder his mother was after him. I helped him get into the second skin of the latex, pulling here and there, and smoothing it over his legs and up his body. His cock grew steadily with all the manhandling, and started to leak pre-cum. He was blushing like crazy whenever I touched him. His ass was as smooth as a babyâs as I stretched the latex around him. Iâd left the zippers closed while we pulled it on, just to keep the shape. But I was looking forward to unzipping that round, little boyâs bubble butt. Once he got the latex up around his chest it all flowed pretty easy. He was slimmer and better muscled than I am, so the top half fit better for him than me. While he pulled up and pushed his arms inside, I went off and found the other items that I wanted to use on him. The latex hood was hardly used, and I thought it would be good to get as much of him as possible covered in the bright red latex. That slipped on easily enough. I warned him that he would probably not be able to hear much â so he should watch my lips to make sure he understood anything I told him. My black stilettos with ankle straps were also barely worn. But the way he walked with them on showed that he had had far more practice than I had â he was a natural when it came to walking in high heels. The fat black rubber ball gag made him open his eyes wide when he saw it, but he spread his pretty pink lips until his jaws cracked to make sure that he could take it. I didnât plan on fucking those lips this time, but I wondered how good heâd developed his deep throat skills, and that thought made my cock twitch. âOK Chris, I guess you havenât tried much bondage yet, but this next part will restrain your arms just about 100%,â I said, holding up a few metres of nylon rope. âPut your arms behind your back and cross them, hands holding your elbows,â I instructed. And then quickly wrapped the cord around his wrists, forearms, and finally tied it off after winding it around his biceps. The position pulled his shoulders back and completely immobilised his arms. âNot too tight?â I asked, and he shook his head. His eyes were huge saucers â he was like a kid in a candy shop, where all his Christmasâ and birthdays had come on the same day. âNow for his cock and balls,â I thought, kneeling in front of him and carefully unzipping the huge bulge, and the ass-access zipper. I suppose he was fully hard now, but he was enormous. It took both my hands to pull his dick out through the zipper, and thankfully he was leaking so much pre-cum that it finally just popped out with all the lubrication it was producing. His big bald balls hung below his massive cock, not too tight yet, and I wondered just how big a load they could produce. âWell, thereâs not long to wait,â I thought to myself. From one of my drawers Iâd taken a pile of thick elastic bands and some shoelaces â ancient artefacts from my self-bondage days. I didnât use them anymore, having access to the real thing. He stood quietly, breathing deeply and slowly as I set to work binding and restraining his balls and cock. I didnât want to hurt him too much, but he had said that he hated his cock and liked to feel pain as well as pleasure. I kept looking up at his face for clues as I separated his balls with elastic bands, then tied the shoelaces tightly around the thick base of his cock, winding them up the length of the shaft before tying them off under the glans. I added tight elastic bands every one or two inches up the column of his dick. He winced a few times, but otherwise he held still and let me do my worst. By the time Iâd finished his whole cock was slick with pre-cum, and pulsed with the pressure of the laces and elastic. âOK Chris,â I said, finally satisfied that he was as I wanted him, âlie on your back on the bed, your head as close to the headboard as you can.â It was a struggle for him to climb up, but I helped him â holding his arms, and making sure the high heels didnât snag on my sheets. After a little pushing and pulling on my part, he was in place. âRight, one last thing and weâre ready,â I said, taking some more rope from my drawer. I lifted each of his legs in turn, and attached each ankle to the headboard, so he was in a similar position to if his legs were over my shoulders, but spread as wide as they would stretch - fully exposing his ass. âThere we go,â I said when Iâd finished. Standing back from the bed I could see that he was completely restrained. There was virtually no possibility of moving anything, except maybe a finger or two behind his back, and maybe he could turn his head just a little from side to side. With all the mirrors around the room, he made a very pretty sight indeed. There was one final check to be made. I climbed back onto the bed between his legs and made sure that his stiff, bound cock was lined up with his sweating face. âListen Chris,â I half shouted â not sure if he could hear through the hood, âIâm lining up your cock so that when you cum youâre going to cum in your own face, OK?â âMMMmmm,â was all he could answer. His eyes were huge, and his pupils seemed to fill them. âOK, just blink to say yes, and shake your head to say no, OK?â Blink. âGood, now, Iâm going to fuck you Chris. Slow and deep. Thatâs my style, OK?â Blink. âIâm going to fuck you, but before I cum, I will tell you to cum, and you will. OK?â Blink. âYou will not cum until I tell you. OK?â A tiny shake of his head was all he could manage. Good enough. I quickly took off my clothes, the front of my boxers soaked with my own pre-cum, and cock as hard as a rock. Jesus I felt horny! There were plenty of tubes of lube in my collection, so I took one and climbed onto the bed. Chrisâ ass hole was a cute pink colour, but seemed to be pouting at me, with tiny twitches and pulses in the puckered opening, like a mouth wanting to be kissed. I squeezed some lube directly into his hole, and it seemed to open slightly on its own â inviting me to push something bigger in there. Some more lube onto my throbbing cock, which I smeared all over the bell end and the shaft. I didnât know how tight the boy was going to be, but I had a feeling this wouldnât be a hard entry. Shuffling forward between his spread legs I looked down into his face. His eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful and ready. âChris,â I said loudly, âopen your eyes. Keep them open. I want you to watch me. I want you to see who is fucking you. I know many men that will want to fuck you, but Iâm the first. So watch me and make sure Iâm enjoying myself. OK?â Blink. Blink. Blink. I positioned myself over his ass, with my left hand holding the headboard, and my right hand manoeuvring my cock head into his anus, using light pressure from my hips to test the resistance. His wide eyes were staring at me; drool trickling past the gag and down his cheeks. âMmmm,â I said, as his ass seemed to rise slightly, trying to pull me inside faster. I held back â I was going to control his penetration, not him. As he relaxed back onto the bed, I used my position to ease an inch of cock inside. Even this early in his ass seemed to be sucking me, like a whoreâs mouth. âFuck me,â I whispered, as his ass continued to welcome me with an open anus. This was not the ass of a 14-year old boy. I didnât know any others his age, but this was an expert fucking ass. I fed more muscle into the gripping, sucking ass hole. All the time his big doe eyes watched and smiled. Slowly, slowly. Deeper, deeper. Once I was past half way I put both hands on the headboard and just used my weight to control the penetration. Finally I was balls deep. Rock bottom. My sack resting on his butt cheeks. It was hot in there - hot and tight. But not as tight as a teenager should be. I knelt there, still and calm, my cock buried to its maximum depth in his young ass. Sweat trickled down my face and dripped off my chin. I was sweating like a pig. âWaste not, want not,â I thought to myself, and moved my head to be above his, so that my sweat could drip onto the ball gag and run onto his lips. âYou like the taste of man sweat Chris?â His eyes grew even wider, his pupils even bigger. He looked totally high. Blink. I laughed, âIâm gonna teach you how to give a tongue bath Chris. How to lick and suck a sweaty man clean from head to toe. You like that idea Chris?â Blink. Slowly. Slowly. Very slowly, I drew my cock all the way out, until just the tip rested in his hole. It tried to keep me in. I swear it was trying to suck me in. He even tried to lift his ass to keep it in longer. But I waited. Waited until his big eyes were begging. Pleading. Just the tip resting inside. His anus twitching. Trying to seduce me to come back into the wet heat. Then slowly back down. VeryâŚslowly. Back down to the bottom of that hot ass well. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and moaned through the gag as I hit maximum depth again. I knelt there, caressing the smooth shiny latex of his legs. Feeling the hood. Stroking his chest. Waiting. Deep. He opened his eyes, and I repeated the whole movement. Slowly. And again. Slowly. âDo you belong to me now Chris?â I asked, waiting, with just my cock tip inside him. Blink. Blink. Blink. âAre you going to be mine Chris? My complete slut? My sex toy?â Blink. âGood slut. Should I fuck you harder now slut?â Blink. Blink. âA lot of men are going to fuck you Chris. I will arrange it. They will pay me so they can fuck you. Do you want that slut?â Blink. âI know some big black men that will want you. Do you like black cock Chris?â Blink. His eyes closed as I sank deeper into him. I speeded up, slowly. Increasing my pace. My sweat dripping steadily onto the gag and into his mouth, over his face. âMmmm, you have a great ass Chris,â I moaned, as his eyes opened and he gazed up at me with both lust and adoration. How wonderful it is to have a young teen â boy or girl â in love with you, and begging you to fuck them. I was banging him harder now. Full thrusts. Half out, then back in deep and hard. His own cock was leaking like crazy. With each thrust into him a new flow oozed out and dripped onto his latex-encased body. The headboard was banging against the wall with each downward plunge into his bowels. This was hot, super hot. But it got hotter. I heard a gasp from the doorway, and glanced into one of the mirrors. The two twins had returned and were standing in the doorway watching us. Annita was there too, recording the scene on our video camera. âOh yessss,â I hissed. I love an audience of young girls when I fuck. I speeded up, a familiar pressure building in my loins. I closed my eyes and pounded onwards. Suddenly there was a pressure on the bed, an extra weight moving behind me. A small, cool hand started massaging my balls, and a thumb slipped into my own anus. âOh GOD, yesssss,â I groaned, my eyes still closed tight. Was it one of the twins, or my daughter? From the size of the fingers I guessed it was one of Chrisâ little sisters. In my mind it was Chrisâ mum joining in the fun, helping me to fuck her son. My pace was furious, pounding in and out of that hot, clutching teen ass. I opened my eyes and looked down into his, my sweat splashing all over his face. âCum you slut. Cum for me. Cum now. Cum in your own face,â I ordered him. Blink. The pressure was building. I couldnât last much longer. He closed his eyes and I felt his ass tighten, squeezing my thrusting cock. He grunted and his anus went into spasms. Despite all the laces and elastic binding his cock and balls, with a sudden spurt, he came. A thick gout of jism shooting from his fat cock to hit his forehead. And with each thrust into him, a new dollop would erupt and spatter across his eye, his nose, the gag, and his cheeks. As his flow eased, the gouts grew weaker, hitting his chest, and then dripping to his belly. He was coated in cum from shiny latex navel, to the top of his red latex hood. Amazing! He really could cum â on demand - without direct stimulation of his cock. And what a load he could produce. Spectacular! I set about depositing a similar quantity of hot cum into his rectum, banging my dick into his twitching hole, balls slapping his ass. Those tiny fingers continued to massage my own anus, slipping 1-2-3 as deep as they would go. I was gonna shoot. The pressure was mounting. I could feel the force building. Maybe itâs just me, but often â just at the second Iâm starting to hit my climax â I get a sort of clear âflashâ of a mental image. It can be anything or anyone. My mind jumps to a scenario that may have nothing to do with who or what Iâm doing, or was thinking about up to that point. Just at that point I had an image of Chrisâ Dad fucking his son instead of me. Iâve never seen that man, but right then, just as my load started moving up from my balls, I could visualise him bent over his son just as I was, his big cock buried balls-deep into his sonâs rectum. âGharrrrrr,â I groaned, as my fat cock pulsed and jetted, deep in Chrisâ hot, wet, ass. âJesusâŚFuckingâŚChrist,â I cried, as I pumped into him. Both hands locked on the headboard, driving my cock as deep as it would go. One of his eyes was locked on my face as I spent my load â the other was stuck shut with a dollop of his own cum. My load must surely have been a huge one â deep in his bowels. His first ever. I knelt there, gasping for breath, after I finished, feeling his ass still squeezing and sucking at me â seeming to beg for more. âThere,â I panted, âwas that good for you? You enjoy that?â Blink â although it looked like a wink, since he could only use one eye. âGood slut, but Iâm not done with you yet.â I eased out of his clingy ass hole, my cock still nice and firm. His anus pouting at me as it gave up my dick with a soft âplopâ. Cindy grinned at me as I climbed off the bed â it had been her fingers up my ass when I came in her brother. Cheeky little bitch. Wonderful. Padding into the bathroom, I went to wash myself. That was the main drawback for me about anal sex, it was so messy. After cleaning myself thoroughly, I went back to continue my work on Chris. I didnât have a big collection of butt plugs, but I took my favourite â the red one with the black horse-hair tail â and climbed back on the bed. I wanted to keep Chrisâ ass open and stretched. I was going to fuck him again later and I thought it was good to keep him filled and feeling submissive. Once the plug was settled, I untied his ankles from the headboard and laid his legs carefully on the bed. I was going to keep him bound and immobile until I was ready to fuck him again, but first I needed to tidy him up a bit. The latex covering his belly and chest were spattered with his cum and pre-cum, and my sweat, so I wiped it up with a pair of silky panties from my collection for use later on. His cum was splashed all over his face, but I didnât want to waste it. I scooped some up with my fingers and smeared it over his lips, and pressed some of it into the small gaps between the gag and the corners of his mouth. I used the cum-soaked panties to clear the load out of his eye. âYouâve tasted cum before I assume? Yours?â I asked him, holding up more of the gooey slime. Blink. Blink. âDo you eat your own cum? Often?â Shake. âOK Chris, hereâs what I want you to do. I want you to get used to the taste. A lot of men are going to want to cum in your mouth â including me - and you need to get to like it. So, from now on, when you are by yourself and you cum, you eat it. OK?â Hesitation, thenâŚblink. Good. He was an obedient boy slut. I pulled out a blindfold and put it on him. For the next parts of this game he was going to have a lot of sensory deprivation, as well as being immobile. Pulling his legs together, I tied them at the knees and ankles, and then bent his legs so that I could tie his ankles to his thighs. The black high heels looked wonderful against the red latex encasing his legs. Finally I took out a pile of my silky underwear and wrapped a nylon stocking around his still hard and leaking muscle. Then I turned him over onto his belly so that his cock was buried in the pile of silk. I wanted to see what his cockâs reaction would be to the stimulation â to see if he would cum without my control. I walked around the bed looking at my handiwork. It was a pretty hot scene. A 14-year old boy, bound hand and foot, encased in shiny red latex from his ankles to his hood, with a fat butt plug in his ass, blindfold, and ready for anything I wanted to do to him. Unable to see, and with almost no hearing, his senses were highly restricted. And those senses that he still had would be overloaded. He was only able to feel the binding rubber, except for his severely bondaged cock, which was buried in masses of erotic silk. His sense of taste would be occupied by the rubber ball gag, and the taste of his own cum which I had slipped into his mouth. That just left his sense of smell. âCindy, Tricia, come here,â I ordered the little girls that still watched from the doorway, âTake off your panties and give them to me.â Cindyâs panties were damp and smelled of her leaking pussy. Triciaâs were dry, but still had a good strong scent of girlâs ass. I walked around to where Chris lay on the bed, and pulled Cindyâs panties over his head, positioning the damp gusset over his nose. I put Triciaâs pair under his face so that he could breathe her in. âPerfect,â I said with a smile. Now all his available senses were occupied with something erotic. With that I left Chris there on the bed, and went downstairs to discuss our next steps with the twins and Annie. He would be OK for an hour or so â until I was ready to mount him again. Three of the family were now mine, and that just left the incestuous Mum, and the absent father. She should be easy to get, but he was still a big unknown.
14 Jan 2015, 09:41
Yes! Thanks! Will update the table of content - http://www.likera.com/sb/tales
04 Feb 2016, 15:15
Well...I came back again...and look - almost a year since I was here last time! Sorry to be so...absent. I just reread my own story - Rubber Trigger - and it still gets me hard. And I STILL haven't finished it. I thought I had, but maybe I just finished it in my head and not in writing. Sorry about that too.
(04 Feb 2016, 15:15 )bob_masters Wrote: Well...I came back again...Heeey! Welcome back! Your story made me think and I even made some investigations on child sexuality, psychic development, and paedophilia. I found out some interesting facts. I'm still thinking about making a series of posts about that, but in short: the story would have been much more real if the age of the "participants" was no less, than 14-16. For example, the process of learning how to "socialize", or to understand the principles of the society (something about thinking beyond the individuum) finishes around 12-13 yo (in some countries this is when children leave the basic school). And speaking of girls, 14-17 are the scariest years ( ... I'm speaking from the experience ... ), what would perfectly fit the story line. Nice avatar, BTW đ
10 Oct 2018, 10:18
Hi Like Ra and everyone
Well, I did it. I finally finished the story. What a marathon. Here's the penultimate chapter, with the finale right after. Hopefully people like the ending. I'd thought it all through ages ago, but it took me time to get around to writing it down. I know the subject isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it followed it's own path through my twisted brain and onto the page. Let me know if you like it, but not if you hate it. It's too late, I've written it now. *KISS* |
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