Teri and the Imperial Army 4.5 (4)

Posted on July 12, 2017 by riwa

The sun had just come up, but the two American nurses were already awake. They wanted to hit the showers early before going through another hot, muggy day. There wouldn’t be much to do, but a nice shower was always a good start before the others awakened to crowd around the nozzles.

The water was diverted in from a nearby stream. It was still cool by the time it came out of the shower heads. By mid-afternoon it was so hot and muggy that the showers became warm and added to the humidity of the day.

The showers were on the edge of the camp as the two nurses pulled the chains that released the water through the wide, circular shower heads. Teri was a little taller, but was still well below the nozzle as she soaked her red hair. Her friend Maureen was focused on rinsing off her breasts first before wetting her short, blonde hair, her mounds not as big as her friend’s double Ds.

“What do you think?” Teri asked as she lathered her hair. “Will there be war in the pacific?”

“I don’t know,” Maureen admitted. “If there is, I can’t imagine the Japs wanting this small island.”

“It’s big enough to put in a runway to launch their planes.”

“Do you think so, Teri? Wouldn’t they prefer one of the larger islands?”

“I would think so. Anyway, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. Roosevelt is trying to stop any war out here in the Pacific. They’ll probably evacuate us long before it gets that bad. We’re just a small camp out here and not all that important to the Japs.”

Both ladies heard it at the same time. They turned as one toward the direction of the sound out in the bay. “Supply boat’s coming in,” Maureen observed, soaping down her underarms before pulling the chain again.

“I don’t know, Maureen. It sounds like more than one boat to me.”

Both ladies let go of the chains to their showers to listen. It did sound like there was more than one boat coming in. Besides, it was awfully early for the supply boat.

“You’re right, Teri; it does. Could it be some troops coming in? Have they decided to take us out today? Maybe talks have broken down.”

“I haven’t heard, Maureen. You know communications around here are not that great. Bonnie told me the system was acting up yesterday and they couldn’t get any messages in or out.”

At that moment they heard a high pitched shriek come down from the sky. There was a loud explosion a short distance away. A moment later they clearly hear the clatter of gunfire.

“What the hell?” Teri gasped in alarm, instinctively clutching at her heart. “That’s not a drill, is it?”

“I don’t know; I wouldn’t think so. That shell sounded awfully…”

There were two more screams that came in from the air, followed by a couple of closer explosions. It was enough to cause the ground to rumble beneath them. “That’s no drill!” Teri gasped, scrambling for her nurse’s uniform. She was not about to bother taking the time to dry herself off, not at a time like this.

Maureen did the same as the gunfire drew nearer. It sounded like it was coming from the beach. That’s when they heard a banzai charge as confused voices erupted, mixing with the sporadic sound of returning gunfire.

“They’re here!” Teri gasped in horror. “War has broken out!”

“Back to the compound?” Maureen asked, standing there as though frozen with indecision. It sounded like war was all around them and getting closer.

“Into the jungle!” Teri cried out. “Hurry; they’re coming!”

There were human screams and explosions mixed with the rat-tat-tat of gunfire. Teri thought she heard sounds of the dying, some of the voices sounding horrifically female. Then they heard whishing sounds as though someone was cutting through jungle greenery in their direction.

“Run!” Teri screamed as she made a mad dash for the heavy undergrowth. Maureen was right behind her. Bullets whizzed past them as more explosions shook the ground beneath their feet.

There was only one thought in Teri’s mind: GET AWAY! But where could they go? The island wasn’t that large; there were not many places to take shelter. Better to make the attempt than to end up shot or blown up. Besides, if they could reach those caves a couple miles distant, they might have a place to hide until the enemy came and did a thorough search.

There were unrecognizable voices behind them, followed by the sounds of more whishing of machetes as more bombs screamed in from overhead.  A burst of gunfire tore into a nearby tree. Teri and Maureen shrieked in terror, both fearful they would be raped or murdered.

Teri was so terrified that an extra burst of adrenaline made her run faster. She took off until she felt like she’d put some distance between her and the danger. That’s when it dawned on her Maureen was not right there with her.

She stopped and turned to look, her heat beating fast. There was a crashing sound as though someone was running through the jungle in her direction. Then Teri heard the scream.

She had just enough vision through the undergrowth to see Maureen raise an arm to ward off the blow. The first machete strike severed her arm at the elbow. The second all but took her head off, causing her to crumple to the ground, her dying body spasming.

Teri let out a scream before covering her mouth. But it was too late. It attracted the attention of some soldiers who chased after her.

Terrified, she turned and ran deeper into the jungle. She hadn’t taken the time to slip back into her shoes. Her bare feet suffered as she stepped on all manner of twigs, vines and other debris.

It wasn’t long until her feet began to hurt and bleed. But she took no notice. A moment later an opening appeared right in front of her, showing part of the stream draining out to sea.

Teri looked behind her and saw three Japanese soldiers hot on her heels. She let out a scream as she dove into the water. If she could reach the other side before they caught up to her, she might have a chance.

Panic made her swim like she had never swam before. But there were three splashes right behind her, followed by the agitated voices of her pursuers. She was almost across when they caught up to her.

They grabbed her and forcing her head below the water. She bubbled and thrashed about, struggling to get her head back up. She was pushed right back down, kicking and bubbling. Then she felt herself being dragged back to shore.

The soldiers sounded excited. She hadn’t learned the language other than a word or two. She thought she recognized the word for “female”… also thought she detected a word indicating a vulgar sex act. Then they were upon her, tearing off her uniform.

She was still in the stream crying and sputtering while trying to push them away. They were all over her, stripping her until she was naked. Then she was bent over at the waist, her head submerged as a penis cruelly pushed its way inside her.

Teri bubbled at the horrible violation as the two held onto her and kept her head submerged while the other one fucked her. They were raping her; they were actually raping her! But what really scared her was what they were going to do with her once they were done with her.

Two of them pulled her head up and slapped her face and tits, her double Ds stinging from the blows. The men seemed to like her large breasts. They grabbed and squeezed them until she found her head being pushed underwater again as the cock kept fucking her from behind

She gurgled as she tried to rise back up. Were they going to drown her while they raped her? She didn’t want to drown; she’d heard it was a horrible way to go!

The one kept thrusting in and out of her until she felt an explosion of warmth. Had he just emptied himself inside her? It horrified her to think she might give birth to a little one who might grow up to be just as cruel as his father.

There was more slapping of her face and tits as another took his place and pushed his penis inside her from behind. Now there was laughter as she was bent over again, her head once more going underwater. This time she felt a cock push between her lips.

It was degrading as she was fucked in both ends. She gagged up bubbles as she tried to rise up out of the stream for a breath. Her lungs heaved as she grunted and gurgled.

They slapped her and beat her, two soldiers fucking her while the third one groped and squeezed and slapped her tits. Teri felt a second eruption in her pussy, shaming her even further. Now she had double the chance of producing a child.

She was pulled up for a breath as they laughed and groped and fondled her. Then she was bent over at the waist and shoved back down. The third one got behind her as the other two kept her under, one of them forcing a cock between her lips.

Teri felt him press his penis up against her… NO! WRONG HOLE! Then her ass was violated as she was brutalized. The humiliation swelled within her until she felt an orgasm wash over her.

She was fucked in her mouth and ass, coughing up bubbles as they half drowned her. The one in her ass rammed it in good and hard. Hands kept pawing her mounds to the sound of eagerness and more laughter.

Her head came up as the two in front took turns forcing their dicks between her lips. Then her head was forced back down into the water as the one behind her brutalized her ass. If he came, at least he wouldn’t cum in her pussy.

The one in her ass let out a cry as he unloaded his seed, much to the delight of the other two. Off in the distance Teri heard fewer explosions and less gunfire. Was the battle over; had they already been defeated??

They switched places, and Teri got another cock in her pussy as one was shoved into her mouth. She was forced to suck underwater as her head was pushed down again. They weren’t stopping; they were having another go-round!

She gagged and gurgled, getting more water down her throat. The cock hardened in her pussy before pulling out and pushing into her ass. He must have been told by the other soldier how good it felt.

Teri cried out in humiliation until she felt another orgasm ripple through her as her ass clenched around the thrusting dick inside her. It was shameful the way her body was responding. She began to wonder what they were going to do to her. Surely they couldn’t let her go like this, could they?

They took several turns as her rape dragged on. There was no more gunfire or explosions from back at the beach. Teri despaired she would ever be rescued from the hell in which she now found herself.

Her naked body was groped as they continued to fondle her boobs. Their cocks continued thrusting in and out of her unabated. It wasn’t long until Teri began to fear the rest of the enemy would soon discover their whereabouts and what was being done to her, enticing them all to join in.

Teri was bent over with her head under the surface of the stream, a cock in her mouth and ass. She heard them talking amongst themselves. The tone of their discussion had changed, and it frightened her.

She tried to lift her head up for a breath. But this time they refused. It didn’t take long until her lungs were screaming for another breath.

She gurgled as her body spasmed. Forced to hold her breath so long was causing her muscles to clench in panic. Were the bastards going to drown her as a way to dispose of her body and the evidence of their raping an American nurse??

She began to struggle, but her head was forcibly pushed beneath the surface as her ass was brutally fucked. She gurgled as she tried to scream, her fear of drowning swelling within her. A cock was pushed into the mouth to the point where she couldn’t even bite down.

She tried to scream, but it came out in a muffled gurgle as her air spewed out of her nose and around the cock between her lips. Her lungs were on fire. Her muscles clenched, milking the cock inside her as her ass was violated.

A mental image of them cutting Maureen down came to mind. That’s when she realized they were going to kill her too after using her for their sexual needs. A moment later she cried out as her lungs gave out.

Teri gurgled as she went into violent convulsions. The cock still raped her ass as her muscles clenched involuntarily. Her mouth sucked on the cock between her lips as she pulled water into her lungs.

Her body thrashed about, causing the soldiers to hold on tight. There was laughter as the one in her ass said something to the others. Then she was cumming and drowning.

She shuddered hard as the penis went off in her ass. She could feel the many cums of the others mixing inside her pussy. Then she gurgled as she became too weak to put up any further struggle.

Her head remained forced down below the surface as cocks thrust in and out of her mouth and ass. Stray muscles fired inside her as she hitched and gurgled. Then she wasn’t doing much of anything anymore other than an occasional muscle spasm. At least she would never have to carry one of their babies to full term.

Teri remained limp as the soldier pulled out of her ass. The others lifted her head up to have a look. Teri stared at them in horror with unseeing eyes.

One said something to the other who nodded in agreement. The drowned American nurse was pushed face down into the stream. Then they released her.

Teri’s body began to float downstream, cum leaking out of her cunt and ass. She rounded the bend and disappeared from view. The three soldiers pulled their pants up, grabbed their gear and headed back to camp, assuring themselves the sexy nurse with the red hair and big boobs would end up in the bay where she would become shark fodder and would never be seen again, hiding the evidence of their time spent with her…

© 2017 (written for Teri Jul 3 ’17 by riwa)

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Victor’s Guillotine 4.4 (10)

Posted on July 12, 2017 by riwa

Dorothy paid for my salad before we went to a table. I hadn’t seen her in months. Then from out of the blue she called me and wanted to have lunch with me today. It made me suspicious.

I finally asked her, “So how are you and James doing?”

“We’re good, Julie; we’re good. In fact…”

She paused to take another bite out of her salad. Then she put down her fork. “We’ve been going to Victor’s parties lately. So our sex life has really taken off.”

“Sex life? Victor? What do you mean? Who’s Victor?”

“Victor Castle owns that mansion 20 miles out of town. He hosts these parties every month or so. James and I have been to the last three. And our sex life has never been better.”

“I don’t understand. Are you telling me your sex life is better because of these parties?”

“You don’t know?”

“Know what, Dottie?”

He has this guillotine in his basement. It’s… a special guillotine.”

“A guillotine? Like a chop-your-head-off guillotine?”

“Just like that,” she chuckled as she took a sip of her iced tea. “It’s fully functional. You wouldn’t believe the special refinements he’s added to it. In fact, that’s why I got hold of you to have lunch today.”

“What are you talking about, Dottie? Speak English, ok?” I rolled my eyes, knowing she sometimes takes a few minutes to get to the point.

“You know how you once confided to me about enjoying risky sex?”

“Yeah.”

“…and you remember telling me about that box of condoms with the poisoned one… condom roulette you called it?”

“You mind getting to the point, Dottie?” I could tell she was excited about something as she was breathing heavily.

She took another sip of her iced tea to steady her nerves. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Victor’s guillotine is set up for risky sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“You lie down on it and you stick your head in the lunette. It slides down on top of your neck. Once it’s latched, it makes a connection that triggers a timer.”

“A timer, Dottie?”

“He has a timer rigged into his guillotine, Julie. You lie down on the bench and you stick your head in the lunette. Once it’s latched, the timer is set into motion. Then you get fucked by your husband or boyfriend.”

“And then what?” What the hell was this point she was trying to make??

“The timer is set on a random program, Julie. At every party he resets it to start all over again. Sometime within the next two hours, the blade falls while some woman is lying with her head in the lunette. But no one knows when that moment will come. That’s what makes it so risky.”

I stared at her in mid bite. Was she saying what I thought she was saying??

“You think your random lethal condom is hot, Julie? Try riding a guillotine while getting fucked, never knowing if or when the blade might fall.”

“You’re kidding; right, Dottie? He would never allow a woman to be beheaded, would he?”

“It’s all perfectly legal. He has us sign papers if we want to take the risk. Afterwards we get cooked and eaten if we end up beheaded. So it sort of turns into an impromptu barbecue.”

I put my fork down and stared at her in astonishment. “Dottie, don’t tell me you took the risk!”

“Three times so far, Julie. And each time I came up a storm the moment James filled my cunt with his seed… especially the last two.”

“Dottie, you’re joking! Victor wouldn’t risk cutting your head off like that, would he?”

“At first I thought he was joking too. The first time I rode it was at the ten minute mark. James fucked me for twelve minutes in the machine before he came inside me. Then he let me out and that was that. But the orgasm I experienced was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.”

“And…?”

“Well, it was the second time I rode it that I really understood what Victor had done. You see we were alone down there in his basement fucking in the guillotine. Sometimes you can fuck in private, and sometimes you have an audience. I have to tell you, having people watch you with the chance you might lose your head makes it even hotter.”

By now I was hanging on her every word, my breathing heavy and labored. “So you were riding it the second time and…”

“When we got done I told Victor I wasn’t sure if his machine worked, you know? I mean it’s one thing to fuck in a guillotine with the blade permanently locked in place. It’s entirely different knowing the blade could come down on you at any moment.”

“Yeah, I suppose I’d agree with that.”

“I was in it from thirty-five minutes to forty-seven minutes before we got done and I got released. I told Victor I really wondered if his guillotine worked or not. So he brought down the lunette and latched it, setting the timer in motion.”

She paused as she took another bite of her salad. Then she said, “Do you know what happened next?” I just gave her a look as though impatient for her to get on with it.

“At the fifty-one minute mark the blade suddenly came whooshing down while James and I were standing there looking at it. When that happened, well… I orgasmed hard and then fainted dead away. They had to awaken me with smelling salts.”

I dropped my fork onto my salad plate as my mouth went dry. Right then I could feel how wet my pussy had suddenly become. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Came right down just like that,” Dottie panted as she snapped her fingers for emphasis. I could tell she’d become terribly aroused from retelling the story judging by how hard her nipples had become behind that blouse she was wearing.

I was stunned. “Dottie, has he ever… I mean… has he…?” I swallowed hard before I finally gasped, “Has he ever actually beheaded anybody?”

“Two girls in the last seven months… or so I’m told. He barbecues the bodies and has a great big feast. But James and I haven’t witnessed a beheading yet.”

I stared at her as it suddenly hit me. “Wait a minute!” I declared as I put my hand up. “You said that was the second time you went to one of his parties. But you told me you’ve actually gone three different times??”

“That’s right, Julie.” Her eyes had glazed over and she was breathing hard.

“So despite knowing his bloody guillotine works, you went back… and tried it again??” I couldn’t believe it!

She just sat there with a drugged look as she panted for breath. Now she had me captivated. I wanted to know all the crazy details.

“So what happened, Dottie? Tell me what happened!”

“Well, during this third party we went to, we found out there were people down in the basement riding the guillotine. And there were three or four couples down there watching.”

“People were watching each other ride his bloody guillotine??”

She nodded breathlessly. “The timer had reached 42 minutes when the last girl got off. He’s got a digital display on the front wall so the girl can watch. And he’s got one on the rail to the blade so the guy fucking her can also keep track of the time.”

I looked at her carefully. That’s when it occurred to me. “Dottie, what did you do?” But I was already trembling anticipating her answer.

“I told James I wanted to take the chance and ride the guillotine again. Victor had some forms right there on a nearby table. So I went right over and signed one. You should have seen how excited those other couples were when they learned I was going to ride the guillotine with James fucking the shit out of me.”

“Bloody hell, Dottie; you didn’t!”

“I stripped naked because all the girls ride the guillotine naked. Then I got all strapped in. Victor latched the lunette which set the timer in motion because I could see it going on the wall right in front of me. Julie, I damn near orgasmed right then and there thinking the blade could fall at any moment! Then James started fucking me. In no time at all I was screaming his name as I started cumming.”

“Dottie, are you fucking kidding me??” I couldn’t believe it! I was breathless from a perverse excitement at her story.

I came three times while he was fucking me. He rammed me hard and fast because I don’t think he wanted to lose me. I think he came in about five minutes. Afterwards, Victor stepped up and popped the latch to stop the time. Gawd, Julie; I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard!”

She paused as she sat there with a faraway look in her eyes. Then she told me, “The guys who were watching all cheered for me as the girls gasped how hot it was seeing me take the risk riding the bloody thing. They were all naked too, Julie. Do you know how many hard cocks I saw while James was fucking me senseless? I think they were all hoping to see me lose my head.”

By this point I was trembling with excitement. The crazy bitch knew about some of my kinks and fantasies, as we had shared a couple of them during a previous meal together. But I had no idea she would stir me up like that.

I shook my head as I tried to finish my salad. Dottie was eating and then stopped as she lifted up a hand and looked right at it. “Bloody hell, love! I’m shaking like a leaf just thinking about it!”

“Dottie, you’re crazy! Do you know that?”

She leaned forward and conspiratorially whispered, “There’s another party coming up. I have permission to invite someone. Julie, do you want to come?”

“Yes… no… oh bloody hell!”

I stared at her incredulously, my own body beginning to tremble. I could feel how wet I’d become from her tale. If this story was true…

“When’s the next one?” I asked, leaning in close and whispering in a trembling voice.

“Two weeks, love.” Then she looked down at her salad and pushed it away.

“I’m not hungry anymore. I need James again.” Then she stood up, told me she would see me later, and then rushed off, leaving me horny and breathing heavily…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jun 28 ’17 by riwa)

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Drowned sisters 3.9 (9)

Posted on July 6, 2017 by riwa

I had no idea what he was planning. We were just three sisters on an outing to the reservoir with my boyfriend Richard. I didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on inside that devious little mind of his.

After much food and wine he somehow got us all to take off our clothes. Then he zip-tied our wrists behind our backs in a bondage play before talking us into walking over to the dam. There was a ledge there with a railing so we could all look down and see the bottom several meters below in that clear water.

Oh, I was eager at first as bondage always excites me. And it was kinky as hell seeing my sisters zip-tied naked like that. I’ll have you know I was more than a little turned on.

Naturally Zilpha was as game as I was. But she had her reservations. After all, Richard was my boyfriend. I could tell she was a little concerned what my reaction would be to him seeing her naked. But I was too intoxicated and aroused to care.

Emma on the other hand was embarrassed as hell. I think she went along with it for my sake. But I could tell she was uncomfortable about the whole bloody thing. And why not? She was married with a loving husband and a darling daughter back home.

I was a little shocked when Richard suddenly duct-taped Zilpha’s knees and ankles together. Then he took my naked sister over to the edge of the railing. Can you believe it? He groped her tits and then started fingering her womanhood as Emma and I looked on in astonishment.

I suppose I was a little pissed the way my lover was playing with my sister’s naked body right in front of me. But I must admit it was also hell of a turn-on! There was nothing I could do about it anyway, certainly not with Emma and I standing there naked and helpless with our arms zip-tied behind our backs at the wrists.

Zilpha looked at me all flustered and embarrassed. There was nothing she could do about Richard molesting her like that in front of me. Then she nervously asked him, “Aren’t you taking this naked bondage thing between us sisters just a little too far, love?”

My sister Emma blurted out, “You’re bloody right, love! I think he’s taking this way too far, don’t you??”

Richard didn’t respond. He just turned Zilpha around and bent her right over the railing. Then he proceeded to pull down his trousers. He took out his dick and then took her right there from behind… right in front of Emma and I!

I was shocked as hell. I was also perversely aroused. Emma just gasped in horror as she stood right next to me while quietly whispering, “I can’t believe he’s doing that to Zilpha!”

It was such a turn-on watching Zilpha grunt and moan, her body rocking from Richard’s thrusts. She turned and looked at me all red-faced. She was embarrassed as hell, but it looked as though she was actually enjoying a hot, sexy bondage-fuck right there in front of me.

She gasped and moaned, whimpering as Richard fucked her good and hard. I think the humiliation of being fucked in front of her sisters was too much for her. A moment later she cried out in orgasm, her body stiffening and then shuddering beyond her control.

It was quite a rush seeing Zilpha cum like that. My face was red and flushed, and I was wet as hell! Emma just shook her head in amazement while quietly murmuring, “I can’t believe he fucked her like that, Dottie! Don’t you want him to stop or anything??”

Richard finally pulled out of her wet pussy, leaving her panting like crazy. She saw me looking at her, and her face went red as a beet. I knew it wasn’t her fault.

“I couldn’t help it, love!” she gasped with a twinge of regret in her voice. “I was just… it was just… I was just too aroused!”

Richard smiled at her with his cock still hard and bouncing. He seemed pleased to have made her cum like that. But what he did next shocked the hell out of me.

He walked over and picked up some sort of heavy looking belt that had been lying there the whole time. It made me wonder where the hell it had come from. Was it possible he had brought it and left it there earlier?

He wrapped it carefully around Zilpha’s waist. I felt an erotic jolt of alarm when he picked her up in his arms. Then he hefted her out over the railing.

She smiled nervously at him as she stammered, “Uh… careful, love. Don’t let me fall.” But to everyone’s utter shock, that’s precisely what he did.

I don’t think anyone was more shocked than Zilpha as she plummeted to the water below. The scream that came out of her lips was horrendous. She hit with a big splash and then sank like a stone because of that weight belted around her waist.

“BLOODY HELL; YOU DROPPED HER!” Emma yelled in shock and horror. “WHAT THE HELL MADE YOU DO THAT??” I was so shocked – and so perversely turned on – that I wet myself right then and there.

My sister and I rushed up to the railing and looked down in horror. We watched Zilpha’s naked body wriggle and squirm as she sank to the bottom of the dam, bubbles spewing out of her mouth. She was drowning… and there was nothing I could do about it!

It looked to be a good 20 meters down at least. The water was astonishingly clear, and we saw everything as Zilpha kicked and wriggling and struggled and lost her breath. The deeper she went, the more she kicked and bubbled.

There were a couple of big bursts of bubbles that came up. Then she appeared to stop struggling. When her naked body finally reached the bottom it looked like she wasn’t moving anymore. The water was so damned clear my sister and I could see everything.

Emma had a wild look in her eyes; she was white as a sheet. She couldn’t believe it; hell, for that matter neither could I! Richard had actually dropped my sister over the railing into the dam below as though he had deliberately wanted to drown her.

“That was a good one,” he observed quietly while looking down into the water. He had this sadistic grin on his face the whole time. Had he actually enjoyed watching her drown?

He turned to look at Emma and I. “All right; who wants to go next? I’m betting either of you can drown just as good, if not better, than your sister.”

I wet myself right then and there from a horrific arousal. Emma simply fainted dead away, poor thing. She collapsed in a heap onto the ground.

Richard smiled at her as he picked her up. “I see we have another volunteer,” he observed with a chuckle. Then he grabbed up the duct tape lying nearby before proceeding to wrap Emma’s knees and ankles together.

When he was done he stood her upright and then started to molest her, groping her tits and fingering her slit. He saw me staring at him with a shocked look. He just smiled at me as he told me, “Don’t worry, love. You’re next. I wouldn’t forget you.”

Emma started to come around, moaning softly at his intimate violations. She couldn’t help herself, especially the way he was sucking on her erect nipples while fingering her. Then she looked at me in horror as though begging me to do something to stop him.

What could I do? I was frozen with terror, filled with a perverse horror I couldn’t even begin to fathom. It was as though my mind simply couldn’t register this was happening to us.

Richard bent my sister over the railing, giving her a clear view of Zilpha’s body lying in the water below. Then he entered her pussy from behind where he started fucking her good and hard. Emma tried to resist, but her body betrayed her as she began moaning weakly, her face a deep shade of crimson.

I was in a state of shock having just watched my sister drown. Now here he was fucking my other sibling. I had this numb feeling in the pit of my gut he had every intention of drowning her just as soon as he was finished with her.

The bastard groped her tits as he fingered her nub until she was writhing involuntarily. She turned to look at me as though pleading for help. Her face revealed a mixture of conflicting emotions – fear, sexual excitement, and growing terror.

Richard grabbed her by a handful of hair, forcing her head down as he fucked her hard from behind. It was as though he was forcing her to look down at poor Zilpha lying on the bottom. It felt like he was reminding her she would soon be joining her sister.

I found myself panting heavily for breath. It was incredible watching Richard fuck my sister. Knowing he was going to drown her both frightened and yet excited me.

Emma suddenly stiffened before she started crying out in orgasm. Richard fucked her harder as though wanting to fuck a nice, juicy cum right out of her naked body. Then he pulled out, leaving her panting heavily for breath.

There was a look of abject humiliation on her face. She seemed to have enjoyed her helpless, bondage-fucking at the last minute, and it shamed her. “Sorry, love,” she whispered to me when she saw I had seen it all including her orgasm. “I couldn’t… I just couldn’t help myself!” I nodded quietly as though indicating it was ok and that I understood.”

Richard went and retrieved a second heavy looking belt which he wrapped around her waist. It confirmed what I’d suspected all along. She gave me a look of resignation as though too horrified for words.

“No – DON’T!” I cried out as he hefted her up over the railing. “Not my sister Emma!”

“Bye, love,” she said to me, her voice barely above a whisper. Then the bloody bastard dropped my other sister right over the side.

A scream was torn from Emma’s lips. I screamed as I watched her plummet all the way down. Then she hit the water with a big splash.

In no time at all I saw her sinking right down as she started kicking and struggling and bubbling. She had too much weight to stay at the surface. That belt took her right down; she didn’t stand a chance.

I watched in horror as Emma wriggled and squirmed about while she spewed bubbles out of her mouth. It was horrific to watch. And yet I experienced a perverse thrill that shamed me to see her go down like that.

She started coughing up bubbles as her body went into spasms. The surface erupted as the air billowed up after evacuating her flooding lungs. I watched helplessly as she settled onto the bottom, her head coming to rest in Zilpha’s lap.

I stared in horror as I panted heavily for breath. Emma wasn’t moving at all down there. Occasionally a stray bubbled blipped up to the surface.

“I guess you get to go last,” he chuckled as he went and fetched the duct tape again. Then he wrapped it around my knees and ankles.  I was shivering so hard from fear and arousal that I wet myself again.

When he was done, he took me over to the railing. Then he started fingering me as he groped my boobs. “See ‘em down there?” he whispered into my ear. “Don’t worry, love; you’ll be joining them soon enough. This time let’s see if you can hold your breath long enough to make it all the way to the bottom, ok? Wouldn’t it be nice to get down there while you’re still alive so you can say your goodbyes up close and in person?”

I writhed and whimpered as his fingers entered my pussy. I was terrified out of my mind. But my fear had me in a state of unbelievable arousal. After all, I had just watched him fuck and drown my two sisters… and now I was next!

He suddenly grabbed a handful of my blond hair before bending me over the railing. He entered my pussy from behind. I felt so unsteady I was afraid he might lose his grip on me and I might fall. Then I realized how ridiculous that thought was as he was going to drop me over the railing and drown me anyway!.

He fucked me good and hard. My body responded the way it always has whenever he has given me a good shagging. In no time at all I was writhing and moaning, backing against him as though trying to take him deeper inside me. It was so crazy me fucking him back like that, especially since I was terrified out of my mind.

“This time when I cum, you go,” he said into my ear. It gave me an erotic jolt something fierce. I was going to drown the moment his seed filled my womb.

I tried to stop him from cumming. But the effort was half-hearted because it felt too damned good. I fucked him back wildly, knowing it would be my last as I furiously milked his thrusting cock with my cunt.

“Take a look,” he chuckled as he forced my head down over the railing. “Maybe you’ll land right on top of them. Wouldn’t that be a nice ending… all three sisters lying on top of each other?”

I writhed and whimpered as I wet myself yet again. I think I peed all over him and his cock. He didn’t seem to care.

He fucked me hard until I just couldn’t stop my pussy from squeezing, milking him for all I was worth. Then he let out a roar as his seed started pumping deep into my womb. His pleasure was proclaiming my death sentence.

Knowing he was going to drown me added to the horrific eroticism of the moment. I screamed his name in orgasm the moment his cum inside me condemned me to a painful drowning death. I looked down at my sisters, mentally telling them I would be there in moments.

He finished by fucking me nice and slow as though he’d suddenly gone all lovey-dovey on me. Then he pulled his cock out. I gasped as I saw him reach down for that last heavy looking belt I saw lying there.

He took it and lovingly wrapped it around my waist, causing me to inhale sharply. Then he kissed me tenderly on the lips. I was too numb to do anything other than return his kiss.

Richard picked me up and hefted me over the railing. “Have a nice swim, love,” he told me in a loving voice. “This way the three of you will be together forever.” Then he dropped me just like that.

I screamed as I plummeted downward. I gasped as I hit that cold water with a splash, getting water into my throat. Then I was kicking and struggling and gurgling as I sank downward.

I looked up, but his body grew smaller and smaller up there at the surface. My heart hammered a mile a minute as I wriggled and gurgled like crazy while sinking like a stone. But I could still see him up there and…

Wait; was he stroking his cock again?? I convulsed as I coughed up bubbles. It looked like he was stroking up there, getting off watching me until I was too deep to see him clearly.

My lungs heaved in my chest as I swallowed more water, kicking and struggling and coughing like crazy. Bubbles spewed out of my mouth and nose as I continued to descend. I was going to be drowned by the time my body settled on top of my sisters.

I could vaguely see him up there as I hitched and convulsed. It hurt like hell as I coughed up more bubbles. Then I didn’t have any more air to give up as my lungs had mostly flooded.

I felt something beneath my body, something warm and naked. I had just enough consciousness to suspect it was one of my sisters. I shuddered as a flush of orgasmic warmth rushed through me.

I stopped coughing and struggling as I settled on top of Emma’s legs. The last thing I saw was the sun shining down on the surface. Then the life winked out of my eyes as I was reunited with my drowned sisters at the bottom of the lake…

© 2014; 2017 (written for Dorothy and her sisters Aug 12 ’14; ed. Jul 5 ‘17 by riwa)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 4.5 (31)

Posted on June 30, 2017 by riwa

Note: as my way of saying thanks for visiting, I’ve decided to upload this little series to the library instead of the store. Thanks for stopping in.

Our family is so screwed up. But what family isn’t? I guess ours isn’t so bad, all things considered.

Dad is a workaholic. He provides for us, but he has long hours and is gone a lot. Stewart and I are pretty sure he’s getting some on the side when he’s away.

As for mom? She has guys come right over to the house to fuck. She doesn’t really try to hide it from Stew and I. It’s one of those secrets I think everyone knows about. We’re pretty sure daddy knows all about it too.

You can pretty much guess how Stew and I turned out. Mom’s not very quiet when her friends are over. Sometimes you can hear her begging for it in the master bedroom upstairs… “FUCK ME – FUCK ME; I WANT IT SO BAD!”

I don’t remember when I started masturbating. But hearing mom getting fucked upstairs was one hell of a turn-on. Hearing her getting a good pounding while begging for it made me wet as hell.

I know for a fact it turned Stew on as well. There were times when I would go to his bedroom and sneak a peek at him while mom was upstairs fucking. He would take that 8 inch cock of his out and would really jerk on it while mom and her current boy-toy were going at it.

Mom has a great set of tits along with a pretty hot, smoking bod. Stew and I have both seen her naked. He once told me seeing her nude like that really gave him a boner. But I have a good set of tits myself, and I learned he was getting just as aroused catching me naked as he was at seeing mom.

A couple of times I caught him peeking at me in the shower. It got me all hot and bothered knowing he was looking at me and then rushing back to his bedroom to masturbate. That was also one hell of a turn-on.

He wasn’t the only one being turned on. Several times I got a good look at his hard cock in the shower while he was stroking. I was so aroused thinking about his dick that I went to an adult sex store and bought a dildo that looked like it was about the same size as his so I could imagine him fucking me.

Things finally turned the corner the day I caught him peeking around the door at me while I was masturbating. We could hear mom upstairs with her latest fuck-buddy, and I was using my toy while pretending it was Stew. Imagine my surprise when I looked up and caught him watching me through the crack in the door.

He closed it the moment he got caught. So I blurted out, “Hey, don’t go! You can watch if you want!”

I saw the door open a crack, and his eyeball reappeared. So I smiled at him as I fucked myself with that toy. Knowing he was watching me made me horny as hell, and I cried out, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK!” until I orgasmed right there in front of him.

I didn’t care that he left a couple seconds later to go get himself off. I was just glad I’d turned him on. From then on I let him watch me whenever I caught him peeking through the door.

A few days later it was my turn to catch Stew masturbating in the shower. We have a glass door, so nothing is hidden when you’re in there getting wet. Mom was upstairs fornicating again, and he must have had it so bad that he needed to shower and jack off.

I watched him stroke until he spurted his load. Then I rushed off to my bedroom to rub one out. But he showed up five minutes later and stood right there in the doorway, telling me he knew I’d watched him so he was going to watch me until I came.

You have no idea how much that turned me on. I used the dildo I’d bought and really rammed it into my cunt. I told my brother, “Do you want to know the name I gave my toy?” Then I quietly gasped “Fuck me, Stew!” as I rammed it hard in and out of my pussy until I cried out in orgasm. That’s when his eyes got big as saucers before he smiled and left.

It was only a matter of time until we did it for real. That was the day mom had a marathon session with some guy upstairs. It got Stew so horny he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I knew where he was going and why. So I followed him to the bathroom in my bathrobe. I waited until he was inside before dropping it off my shoulders and stepping inside with him.

He had that gorgeous dick in his hand when he looked at me in surprise. So I took it from him and soaped it all up. After I helped rinse it off, I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth.

You have no idea what that did to me. I nearly orgasmed right there tasting my brother’s cock between my lips. He just looked down at me as he breathed, “You’re a slut just like mom!”

“Gawd, yes!” I gasped before gagging on his dick.

He pulled me to my feet and turned me around until I was facing the wall. With one swift thrust he was inside me from behind. I cried out so loudly he had to cover my mouth as he started fucking me right there in the shower.

I’ve had a couple boyfriends, but they were short term and were only interested in getting in my pants. So I knew what it was going to feel like once he started fucking me. Still, I wasn’t ready for the glorious pounding he gave me. But I did love the way he reached around to grope and maul my tits as he gasped, “Gawd; I love your boobs!”

It swelled inside me until I started to scream just like mom does. He had to keep his hand over my mouth the entire time as he came in my throbbing cunt. I shuddered as I tried to milk every last drop out of his twitching cock. Then we used a sponge to soap each other down and then clean each other up.

I don’t think mom had a fucking clue what she had done to us. From then on, whenever she had guys over, Stew and I would end up fucking in his bedroom or mine. And most of the time he had to cover my mouth as my orgasms were pretty damned loud just like mom’s were.

I’m not sure if that’s what lead to what happened next or if I already had it hidden somewhere deep inside me. One day I was in daddy’s den on his computer. That’s when I found that Snuff Club website.

I got all hot and bothered seeing the fucking that went on in there. But what really got me excited were all those executions. Watching the hangings was the best of all.

I saw one big-titted bitch get hanged up onstage. They used a thick rope on her, so she lasted for several minutes as she jerked and kicked up her high heels. They even shoved a vibrating toy up her twat, making her jerk around as she orgasmed a couple times.

She kicked and swung, her hips thrusting like she was fucking the air. Then her pussy squirted as she orgasmed and died right there on the end of the rope. It was arousing as hell.

There was something about watching that hanging that really got to me. That night I had the most erotic dream I could ever imagine. I dreamed Stew took me up onstage and hanged me right in front of the whole damned Club with this vibrating dong shoved up my cunt.

When the rope pulled me up I started humping like crazy as the toy buzzed inside me. It was as though I could actually feel the rope around my neck. Then I was cumming hard until I woke up in a bed with soaked sheets.

At first I didn’t tell anyone about what I’d seen on the computer or the erotic hanging dream I’d had. Then I caught Stew in daddy’s den. He was also watching that same website. Figuring Stew was just as warped as I was, it didn’t surprise me at all.

I told him I’d seen that website and that I thought the hangings were hotter than hell. He told me he liked them most of all. Then we heard the bed shaking upstairs. Mom was at it again.

“Show me one quick!” I gasped as I started getting horny again. He pulled one up, and I stroked his cock just to get it hard. Then I sat in his lap, fully impaled on that thick, juicy cock of his.

We watched one woman after another being hanged to death I had three screaming orgasms until Stew emptied himself inside me. Of course by now he’d learned how to recognize when I was close to cumming. He covered my mouth all three times at the moment of each one of my climaxes.

That night I had another erotic dream. Stew hanged me again up onstage at that Club. Only this time he fucked me from behind, reaching around and grabbing my tits as the noose tightened around my neck until I woke up with soaked sheets again.

It got to be a regular thing with us. As soon as mom and her “friend” went upstairs, we’d go into daddy’s den and watch another hanging while I sat in his lap riding his cock. Sometimes we’d time it to where I’d cum at almost the same time we heard mom cum upstairs. Other times I wanted to cum the moment the woman went limp in the noose. Gawd; those were great cums!

One day while I was impaled on his cock in the den watching a hanging, I told him I wanted him to hang me at the Club for real. I told him I’d been having erotic dreams about it and that I wanted to feel the noose for real.

He said he couldn’t do that to me. He told me he liked me too much to risk losing me to a Club noose. But he said maybe he could rig up something for me to experience right here at home.

A few nights later another of mom’s friends was over at the house. While they were upstairs fucking, Stew led me naked out to the garage. I wondered what he had going on out there, and I found myself getting all turned on.

When we got there I saw Stew had screwed an eyebolt into the ceiling. Threaded through it was a thick rope with a noose dangling from one end. Just the sight of it made me wet as hell.

“You want me to hang you, Janelle? Then I’m going to fucking hang you!” I gasped as I started to tremble from an insane arousal.

Before he led me over, I told him I wanted my hands tied behind my back when he hanged me. That way I could experience it the way those sexy bitches died in the noose at that Club. So he took a little length of rope and tied my wrists behind my back.

He added a strap for padding around my neck so there wouldn’t be a rope burn. I moaned and whimpered, wet as hell and ready to be hauled up. He fingered me until I all but begged him to hang me. Then he pulled on the other end of the rope, taking me right up into the air.

My pussy was dripping like crazy as I went up. It was barely thirty seconds before I was jerking like a fish on a line, cumming up a storm. It hurt like hell, but it felt incredible.

He let me back down and I all but crumped onto the floor in a heap. He loosened the noose before checking the padding. Then he told me it hadn’t left much of a mark, so it wouldn’t show during mealtimes.

I was so insane with arousal that I said the unthinkable. I told Stew to fuck me in the ass and then take me back up like a common whore. Thankfully I’d already been experimenting with that dildo shoved up my butt. Now I wanted the real thing in my ass no matter how much it might hurt, as I wanted to be humiliated and degraded.

He forced me onto my face with my butt sticking up into the air. Then he gave it to me good and hard. He was so hard and horny that he emptied a huge load in my ass.

I gasped and whimpered as I experienced what I call a good pain. Then I begged him to hang me again. Since the noose was still looped around my neck, all he had to do was haul me right back up.

He pulled on the free end until I went right back up into the air, feeling his cum leaking out of my ass. I went nuts as I felt my weight against the rope around my neck. I kicked and jerked around in the noose until an orgasm battered me senseless.

When I awakened, I was on the floor of the garage. The noose was gone, and so was the rope around my wrists. “You ok?” he gasped anxiously. “For a minute there you passed out!”

“Take me back to your bedroom, Stew! Take me back and fuck the shit out of me!”

He grinned as he scooped me up into his arms. Then he hauled me back to his bedroom. I think we fucked for as long as mom and her lover fucked upstairs in the master bedroom.

From then on, he started hanging me whenever one of mom’s fuck-toys came over. It was never for very long, although the cums were fantastic. Often he would hang me, take me down, rape my ass, and then haul me back up. And sometimes he hung me for a minute or so while standing there fucking me from behind, often giving it to me right up the tailpipe.

The orgasms were unbelievable! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard until I started orgasming in the noose. But it wasn’t slaking my thirst for hangings. If he was hoping it would satisfy my cravings then it failed miserably because it only made my fantasies more intense as the dreams became more frequent.

One night we were in daddy’s den watching a new hanging when I told him yet again how I wanted to go to the Club and hang up onstage for real. He looked at me and shook his head. “Janelle, are you sure you want to die?”

“No, but I definitely want to hang.”

He laughed as he told me, “Janelle, they’re the same thing.”

“No they’re not.”

“Yes, they are!”

I looked at him, my breath catching in my throat. “Stew, I’m having those dreams all the time now! And in my dreams you hang me and then watch as I kick and dance for you! I can’t get them out of my mind!”

“Maybe you need help, sis.”

“Yeah, I need help, Stew! I need you to help get me up onstage so I can hang naked for you!”

“But what about mom and dad?”

“They don’t care, Stew! Daddy’s too busy making money, and mom’s too busy fucking anything with two legs and a hard cock. Our family’s so fucked up I think it’s my destiny for you to hang me. Besides, I’ve seen how hard your cock gets whenever I’m up in the air choking and gasping in the garage. You want this every bit as much as I do!”

“I don’t know, Janelle. I think I would miss you a lot.”

“Only until you find someone else to fuck and hang. Stew, I really want to do this for you. All we have to do is pool our resources together to get enough money to go to the Club.”

“You really think mom and dad won’t mind?”

“They don’t pay that much attention to us anyway. I know they probably care, but they’re too damned busy to notice. They might miss me for a few days… that is, until mom gets a new lover and daddy finds some sexy slut during one of his business trips.”

“Janelle, are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“I want to do this as soon as possible before I chicken out or something happens to me in the garage. I know you’re careful and all, Stew. But I really want to hang up onstage in front of all those eyes while you’re watching me dance for you.”

“Janelle, are you sure?”

“I want you to hang me with a buzzing toy up my cunt and ass so I cum like crazy as I die for you. Now fuck me, Stew, while we watch this slut on the website hang for us all over again!” Then I climbed back into his lap, impaling myself on his dick which had hardened right up from our erotic conversation…

(end part 1)

© 2017 (written Jun 25 ’17 by Riwa)

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Mother-sister competition 3.6 (15)

Posted on June 24, 2017 by riwa

It was only supposed to be an engagement dinner. Alison and I were going to officially announce our marriage plans to her mother Evelick and her brother Ron, even though they both suspected what was already going on between us. There was no way of knowing it would turn into a night of something much, much different…

MOTHER-SISTER COMPETITION

While Alison and her mother Evelick spent the afternoon in the kitchen whipping up a delicious homemade dinner for the four of us, Ron and I spent the afternoon hanging out together. Naturally our discussion turned toward his mom and sibling. Like so many times before, we spent some time idly wondering what it would be like to rape and then snuff the two of them.

Of course our discussions were fantasy oriented. Neither one of us even remotely figured it would go any further than that. Still, we couldn’t help talking about it.

As much as I loved Alison, I couldn’t help finding her mom to be one sexy bitch. On more than one occasion I’d seen her giving me the eye when I was there visiting with her daughter. I swear there were times when that woman seemed to be hitting on me. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have a go at her.

Ron’s desires were even kinkier that mine. But for some reason I found them equally compelling. He told me he had these fantasies of doing perverted things to both his mom and sister… especially his mother He’d previously seen them both naked, and he admitted each time it had gotten him all hot and bothered.

On one occasion he told me he’d snuck a peek at his mother as she was showering. As soon as he saw that body of hers, he told me he’d started wanking off as he thought about all the nasty, perverted things he wanted to do to her. Then he said he’d had to rush off to his bedroom to finish jerking off. He told me there were times when the thought of fucking either one of them – especially his mother – was more than he could bear.

I thought the idea of a son fucking his mother or sister to be arousing as hell. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to watch Ron fuck the shit out of Evelick… or even Alison for that matter. But it wasn’t just the sexual fantasies we talked about.

We spent a lot of time discussing how we might snuff them both were we ever to get the chance. Naturally these were fantasies as we never thought it would actually happen. But his two family members looked sexy as hell, and our imaginations often ran wild on us.

Our favorite was the hanging fantasy. We often imagined one or even both of them dancing up a storm for us. They would be totally nude except for a pair of nylons or maybe some high-heeled shoes. When we talked about fucking them in the noose as they hanged for us, it really got us all worked up.

We probably should have picked a less arousing topic for the afternoon. By the time we got over to his house, we were horny as hell… well, at least I certainly was. I could only assume Ron was just as worked up by our discussion.

“Hi, mom; we’re back!” he called out when we walked through the door.

“Smells good!” I added… and indeed, it did smell scrumptious.

“You boys are just in time!” I heard Ron’s mom call out. “It’s almost ready! We’re going to change and then be right out! Help yourself to something to drink!”

There was a bottle of wine at the dining table along with the rest of the plates and silverware. Ron grabbed a couple of goblets and poured us both a drink. We ended up waiting until they returned.

I finally heard Alison’s agitated voice from the kitchen declare, “Now mom; don’t go making a scene on me! He’s my fiancé now! For gawd’s sake; don’t flirt with him, ok? Damn; can’t you dress in something more appropriate?”

Her mother responded, “Honey, you know I always dress appropriately!”

Ron couldn’t help grinning at me. “Well, buddy; tonight should be interesting. Sounds like the two of them have already been going at it. You know how mom gets when you’re around. It sure drives sis crazy. And it sounds like they’ve both been drinking again. That ought to liven things up!”

10 minutes later both women emerged from the kitchen bearing steaming plates of food. Ron’s mom was in a black, slinky gown that didn’t seem to cover half of what it was supposed to. She had on black nylons and black high heels. She looked sexy as hell with those large tits of hers that were barely covered.

Alison was in something equally stunning. She was wearing a red, slinky outfit with a slit well up her thigh. If I didn’t know better I would’ve sworn they were competing with each other simply in the way they had dressed up.

I felt extremely underdressed in my plain slacks and shirt. I think Ron felt the same in his shirt and pants. But it was too late to go change into something else. So we decided to do nothing about our current attire.

We all sat at the table where I saw both Alison and her mom quickly go for the wine. Evelick beamed at me as I sat down; I swear she winked at me. Alison sat across from me with her mom on my right and Ron on my left. When my fiancé scowled at her mother, I suspected it was going to be a long night.

There was very little discussion concerning our pending nuptials. Both Ron and his mother already knew, so the meal was just a formality. But the way Alison and her mother chatted, you would’ve thought they were both battling for my attention.

The flirting from the both of them was more obvious than it had ever been before. Their sexual innuendo hung heavy in the air. What’s more, they kept drinking way more than us guys.

Ron grinned at me, especially at all the attention I was getting. I could only imagine how aroused he was with his mother and sister all dressed up the way they were. They almost looked like high-priced call girls.

The meal was excellent, although Alison and her mother went back and forth between who had fixed what and whose dish tasted better. Their competitiveness hung heavy in the air. I couldn’t help wondering if having a meal together hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

When we finished eating, the two women got up and helped each other clear the dishes away. Evelick offered us some cake she’d made special. But Ron and I decided we were too full and that we’d have dessert later. His mom gave me a knowing look at the mention of “dessert”, and she made a point of licking her lips at me.

After the dishes had been hauled away, Ron’s mother began to flirt more intensely with me than ever as the four of us sat around the table. It was obvious she’d had too much to drink. I could tell it was starting to get on my fiancé’s nerves.

Evelick suggested the four of us should play a game of cards together to pass the time away. Ron got a couple decks of cards with some chips. It seemed innocent enough.

We started off by playing pinochle with partners. I could see Alison’s competitiveness rise up within her. Since I was already sitting across from her, it was decided she would be my partner while Ron would partner with his mom.

I should have known things were going to get out of hand when his intoxicated mother spoke up. She asked, “What’ll we play for? We can’t just play for nothing, you know.” Then she smiled suggestively in my direction.

“If we were playing a different game, we could play strip poker.” Ron winked at me as he leered at his mother, no doubt wanting to see her out of that dress.

Evelick blushed, but she didn’t seem put off by her son’s remark. On the other hand, Alison was not amused. “Oh, Ron!” his sister groaned, rolling her eyes.

Clearly she was not amused. Unfortunately her mother thought it was a splendid idea. “What a wonderful suggestion!” she gasped before taking another drink from her wine goblet.

“Let’s liven things up a bit around here, shall we? Losing team has to remove their tops. What do you think, Riwa?” and she winked knowingly at me.

“MOM??!!” Alison was shocked at her mother’s audacity.

“I guess it would be ok,” I replied, feeling my cock start to quiver. Seeing Alison or her mother nude would be a real treat. But Ron was the most enthusiastic of the bunch.

He looked lustfully at his mother and then at his sister before saying, “Fine by me. I like the idea. Let’s do it.”

“RON??!!” Alison was appalled.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Evelick innocently asked her daughter. “Afraid you might lose and be forced to show off those modest tits to your husband-to-be? Or are you afraid I’ll lose and get to show him mine?”

“Just deal the damn cards, ok? We’ll just see who has the better tits around here!” I looked at Ron who grinned at me as though a dream was about to come true.

The first game didn’t last very long. Ron and his mother both lost despite what should have been two winning hands. Evelick sighed in resignation as I collected the cards. Then she grinned at her son.

“Well, son; we lost fair and square. I guess we gotta take our tops off, honey!” And with that she stood up, unhooked her dress from behind her back and allowed it to fall to the floor.

She stood there in a sexy black bra and panties. Then she started modeling as she pranced around. Alison rolled her eyes in disgust.

I got quite an eyeful as her mother turned and faced me. Then she deliberately hefted her large melons in my direction. “Like what you see, baby?” she asked, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl. Alison sighed heavily.

“Aren’t these GREAT?” Evelick persisted. “They’re better than the modest little mounds you’ll be getting when you marry my daughter. But don’t worry. As your future mother-in-law I believe I’m contractually bound to display them to you whenever you’re around.” Then she grinned as she hefted them again in my direction.

“MOM??!!” Alison was outraged.

“Looks great,” I stammered, causing Alison to give me the evil eye.

Ron was out of his shirt in a flash before taking in his mom’s impressive cleavage with a lustful eye. “Great tits, mom! That’s one hot rack!”

“Thanks, son.” She even hefted her breasts in his direction for him to admire. Obviously the wine was getting to her.

I heard Alison angrily mutter, “I’ll bet she lost on purpose, the fucking whore.”

“What was that, dear?”

“Nothing, mom. I didn’t say a damn word.”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is, sweetie? Of course it’ll cost you your dress when you lose, because you aren’t going to win the next game.”

“Mom, you couldn’t win a game of blackjack being dealt the ace – king!”

Evelick turned and smiled sweetly in my direction. “Just deal the cards, baby. I really want to see you out of that shirt.”

“The hell you will!” Alison challenged. “You’re going to be fucking naked before he has to take his shirt off for your slutty gaze! Deal the fucking cards, Riwa!”

The next game went quickly with both sides doing relatively well. Unfortunately I took a gamble on the last hand and lost. It pushed Ron and his mother’s score over the top.

My fiancé was furious. “Damn you, Riwa!”

“Honey, I’m sorry. It was a calculated gamble.”

“The hell it was!”

“You thought I wanted to lose on purpose?”

“You lose, dear,” Evelick slurred at me. “Let’s see it. You too, honey,” she said to her daughter, waving at her. “Take it off, baby; we all want to have a look!” Ron was grinning at the excitement of getting to see his sister’s tits.

After I removed my shirt, Evelick reached over to inspect the merchandise, running her hands up and down my chest. That seemed to infuriate her daughter even more. It made Alison want to display her own set of cleavage to me.

“You wanna see something hot, baby?” she purred at me. “Well get a load of this!”

She proudly slid out of her dress. Everyone was astonished to see she was wearing a bra that held her breasts up without actually covering them. In an instant she had everyone’s attention.

“Hubba – hubba, sis!” Ron enthused. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

In an instant Alison went from being indignant at losing to proudly showing off her assets. It was like she finally had something on her mother. “Like ‘em, honey?” she boasted at me as she posed. “Don’t you think they’re spectacular? They’re much better than mom’s saggy old tits, wouldn’t you agree?” Then she turned to her brother.

“How about it, Ron? Whose do you like better?”

“I like yours, sis!” he gasped. I figured the only reason he said that was because he was getting to see them exposed.

Alison had gotten quite tipsy or I doubt she would have asked her brother what he thought of her tits. Ron didn’t seem to care. I could tell he loved the direction our game of pinochle was going.

We played again and promptly lost again, leaving me somewhat suspicious at my partner’s style of play. Alison never once hesitated. She quickly removed her bra, fully exposing her breasts.

She posed for a couple of minutes, showing them off to everyone again. But her time in the spotlight was short-lived when I removed my pants. Once more I had her mother’s full attention.

Her tongue was almost hanging out as she drooled over me and my package. She had me stand up and twirl around before I was allowed to sit back down. It left my fiancé none too happy.

“Let’s play again!” Alison demanded indignantly. I thought maybe we should have stopped the game before it went too far. But Ron seemed eager to keep playing… and so did his mom.

The cards were dealt, only this time it was Ron and his mother who lost. I thought it was a game they could’ve won… maybe even should’ve won. But that didn’t seem to matter.

Evelick promptly got up and did a slow dance, teasing us before she removed her bra. Her tits were definitely bigger than her daughters, and they were very nice. My cock was getting harder by the minute.

Ron was forced to remove his trousers as well. Interestingly enough it was his sister who made him twirl around in his underwear. I could tell it excited him by the way his bulge showed in his briefs.

His mother made a comment about his nice package. I attributed it to her heavy intake of wine since he was her son. Then she motioned grandly, her words slurring…

“Whoever loses this last game has to totally strip!” Then she looked lustfully in my direction.

“But I propose one small addition… just a teeny, weenie addition.” She brought her thumb and index finger together to illustrate how small she thought the addition was. But something told me it was going to be significant.

My fiancé was instantly suspicious. “What sort of addition, mom?”

“Why it’s very simple, honey! The losing male has to stroke himself until he shoots his load all over the face of his partner for losing!” Was humiliation to be the reward for losing now??

“MOTHER??”

Alison was shocked. But Ron’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. I could tell in an instant he was looking forward to the opportunity of shooting his cum all over his mother’s face.

“What’s the matter, honey? Afraid you’re gonna lose? Personally I can’t wait to see your fiancé’s cum all over your face!”

“You just wanna see his cock!” Alison retorted indignantly. Her mother simply grinned at her.

Alison looked at her and then looked over at her brother. Something must have occurred to her because she suddenly looked back at her mom as though getting hit with inspiration. Then she got this strange look of triumph on her face.

“You got a deal, mom.”

“Hunh?” Now her mother was confused at the sudden change in attitude.

“This is gonna be great!” Alison observed, her eyes flashing. “I’m gonna love watching Ron cum all over your face, mom! I’ll bet he’s wanted to do that for years! Am I right, little brother?”

Apparently Evelick hadn’t considered what would happen if they lost. “But isn’t that incest?” she asked uncertainly, looking at her daughter and then her son. Ron’s eyes gleamed with excitment.

“No, mom; it’s just cum!” Alison laughed at her. “Unless of course you don’t think you can win the next game! Oh I forgot… whores don’t know how to play cards!”

Evelick bristled at the comment before looking sternly at Ron. “This is it, son! Your sister is going down! And I want no cheating on this one, ok? We’re going to put her in her place once and for all!”

“I won’t, mom,” Ron replied.

I could tell he was unhappy, especially since it was obvious his mom had deliberately lost a few hands here and there. Then he looked at his sister, and this strange smile broke out all over his face. Maybe he was imagining her with a faceful of my cum.

His mother just smiled as she looked in my direction. “I can’t wait to see that cock of yours shoot its load all over my slutty daughter!” Then she licked her lips suggestively as though she wouldn’t mind licking my cock… or maybe licking my cum off her face. It sent a shiver of arousal running down my spine.

“You’re going to have to wait until hell freezes over!” Alison stated indignantly. “There’s no way in hell you’re going to win this next game! I’m looking forward to seeing my brother shoot his cum all over your face! It would serve you right, mom… having cum dripping off your face like the slutty whore you are!”

“Never going to happen, sweetie!” her mother smiled sweetly. “After we kick your ass this next game I’m going to enjoy watching Riwa here coat your face with his delicious goo!”

“Bring it on, bitch!” Alison demanded. Right then I knew it was the alcohol talking. I couldn’t believe she was disrespecting her mother like that.

“You’re going down, cunt!” her mom responded in challenge. “You’re going to look great with a face full of cum!”

The cards were dealt, but this time no cheating was necessary. Alison and I got nothing but shit dealt to us. We were easily beaten.

“Time to pay up, my darling daughter!” Evelick gasped excitedly. “Take those panties off, sweetheart. Then get on your knees. Your mother wants to see her lovely daughter’s face all covered in creamy goo.”

“Fine!” Alison stated angrily as she removed her panties. “Riwa? Get your ass over here! I’m going to give you a blowjob you won’t ever forget!”

She glared angrily at her mother as she told me, “I’m going to show her how to suck cock!” But her mom stopped her cold, lifting a hand while shaking her head.

“Uh – uh – unh! That wasn’t the bet. You don’t get to touch him, honey. You have to just kneel there on the floor and let him jack off all over your face.”

“But MOM??!!”

“No ‘buts’, honey. You lost fair and square. So pay up, you slutty little whore!”

Alison grumpily got onto her knees and waited for me to come around to her side of the table. “Now don’t be shy, honey,” Evelick encouraged me. “Just go over there, jack off and give your fiancée a good coating. I can tell how hard you are, and I want to see that gorgeous dick of yours. Besides, we all know she’s going to love it, right?” Alison gave her a dirty look, but said nothing.

I didn’t think I could perform. But it was amazing how hard my cock was. I got up from the table and pulled my briefs down, exposing my hard cock. It caused Evelick to ooh and aww at it.

I went around and proceeded to jack off right in front of Alison as her mother and brother stood and watched on either side of us. Both of them seemed oddly aroused by it all. Strangely I didn’t have any problem staying hard.

Ron looked especially excited. “Cum all over her face, buddy! Gawd; I’ve been wanting to see this for a long time!” Amazingly his sister smiled at him.

I was surprised how much Alison’s mother got into it. “Gawd; that’s a big dick, baby! Coat her face with your spunk, Riwa! Give the slut a good facial! It will save her a trip to the beauty parlor!”

Her daughter glared at her before turning back in my direction. Alison opened her mouth to receive my creamy load. But her mom told her to close it, saying it was supposed to go on her face.

She dutifully did as she was told. I stroked until I came all over her face. I was amazed how much cum I coated her with.

The drunken slut actually moaned happily as I gave her my spunk. I swear her mother have a little orgasm watching the whole damned thing. I’m surprised Ron didn’t cream his briefs. But maybe he did and I just didn’t notice. After all, I wasn’t really looking in his direction.

Evelick told her daughter, “Now use your fingers to clean it up and swallow it. Wipe it all off and swallow it down like a good whore, honey! Go ahead… show your fiancé what kind of a slut he’s marrying!”

Amazingly Alison eagerly did as her mother suggested. Maybe she was trying to prove she was a better slut than her mom. Her eyes flashed as she scooped it up with her fingers, giving me a knowing smile.

I watched her seductively stick her fingers into her mouth. Then she sucked on them, moaning delightedly as she swallowed it down. She smirked at her mom as though glad she was the one who’d gotten my spunk and not her filthy mother. She even opened her mouth to show me before gulping it down.

We all went back to our chairs and sat around the table. For the longest time no one said a word. I guess we were all thinking about what had just happened.

Alison looked at her mother, her eyes blazing. “How about one last game before we have dessert?”

“What are the stakes, honey?”

“Same stakes, mom”.

“You slut! You mean you want another facial??”

“Not gonna happen this time, mom! This time I’m gonna get to watch Ron shoot his load all over your face. He’s wanted to do that for a long time, and I think it’s high time he gets to do it. Don’t you agree?”

She smiled sweetly at her mother before looking over at her brother with a twinkle in her eyes. His eyes lit up excitedly. “Never gonna happen, honey!” her mother replied. “You can’t play pinochle worth a damn!”

“We got some bad cards last time. That’s the only reason why we lost.” Then she looked at her mother challengingly.

“Care to make things a little more interesting, mom?”

“What’ve you got in mind? I can take anything you can dish out. Bring it on, bitch!” Then her mother waved her hands at her daughter as though inviting her to come right at her.

“After we beat your ass, you’re not going to get a nice hot facial just from your only son.”

“Oh?”

“You’re going to get a double facial after my fiancé and your very own son both fuck the shit out of your face! How do you like that? You’ve always wanted Riwa’s cock! How about adding Ron’s dick to go with it?”

I couldn’t believe it! Was Alison actually suggesting her mother suck off both me and her own son?? I looked around wondering if it was high time we stashed all the alcohol away for the night.

“You filthy little slut! That’s INCEST!”

“No mom; it’s cocksucking!” Alison corrected her. “And we all know what a filthy, cocksucking whore you are! So what’s it going to be, mom? Are you game? Or are you afraid of losing and having to suck Ron’s cock?”

“I’m not afraid of your pinochle playing, that’s for sure! You realize what you’re saying, don’t you? If we win then your very own brother’s going to slam that cock of his so far down your throat you’ll be puking your guts out! Honey; that’s something I just gotta see!”

“Prepare to be disappointed, mom, because we’re not going to lose! Besides, I never throw up! Just ask Riwa!”

“Good! Then you’ll be able to deep-throat your brother’s cock like a good little whore!”

“I won’t have to because you’ll be the one gagging on cock like a $10 whore, mom! I’m even going to let my fiancé give your tonsils a good hard dicking! I’ll bet you’re gonna like that, am I right?”

I could tell Evelick wanted my cock. But she wasn’t quite so certain about getting her son’s in the bargain. “No,” she said, shaking her head.

At first I thought she was going to back out. Then she proclaimed, “I’m going to watch my son fuck your filthy little mouth. And then I’m going to watch him shoot his cream all over your face.”

“Fat chance, mom! You’re the one who’s about to get a double facial!”

“We’ll just see about that!” Then she looked around before angrily declaring, “Would someone please deal the fucking cards?”

Both of them paused before defiantly taking a sip from their wine goblets. Ron looked at me and then eagerly snatched up the cards. Clearly he was in.

I could tell how excited he was. It was a win/win situation for him. One way or the other he was going to get to shove his dick into the mouth of one of his family members. I could only imagine how hard he probably was.

The game went back and forth, each team gaining ground and then losing it right back. Both teams were pretty close in score. That’s when Evelick paused and looked at her daughter, flashing her a wicked smile.

“Care to up the ante, hun?”

“Bring it on, mom! We haven’t lost yet!”

“I think I should get to have a little fun too.”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

“Since you’re going to lose and you’re going to taste your brother’s cock anyway, you might as well have the blue-plate family special.”

“What the hell is the ‘blue-plate family special’?”

“It means I get to go first, sweetheart. I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna get me off. After I’ve had my fun, the boys are going to double fuck your face. What do you think about that?”

“You’re joking, right? You mean you’d make me eat you out and then suck off my own brother? You BITCH!”

My fiancé seemed to think it over. Then her eyes narrowed coldly. “Guess what, mom? You’re going to be getting me off. Then you’re going to suck off your own son. Boy, you really blew it this time, you drunk, stupid whore!”

Her mother just laughed at her. “I’ve watched your insufferable pinochle playing long enough to know you’re blowing smoke up your ass, honey. I’m betting your fiancé wishes he had me for a partner right about now. Of course he’s going to enjoy fucking your face when you lose. Hell, he’s probably fucked it every night this week.”

“Not like he’s going to fuck yours, mom. You’ve been wanting his cock for a long time. So I guess it’s finally time for you to get it. What’s more, you’re going to get your own son’s cock as an added bonus!”

“You’re the one who’s going to be sucking on your brother’s dick, you ungrateful bitch! It’s going to be so good teaching you a lesson you’ll never forget!”

“Bring it on, mom! You’re the one who’s going to get the lesson! Now whose turn is it to deal those fucking cards?”

It was my turn, and I thoroughly shuffled the deck before dealing to everyone. I was more than a little astonished how the night had turned out. Both women had gotten competitive as hell.

No matter which team lost, I was going to get to fuck someone’s face. What’s more, Ron was finally going to get to put his cock into the mouth of either his sister or his mother. I don’t know why I was so hard thinking about that, but I was.

The game see-sawed back and forth, and at times it got downright tense. Alison yelled at my card-playing while her mom lit into her brother over little mistakes he made. But we finally came to the very last hand where no matter what happened, one of the teams was going to go over the top.

As it turned out, I was the one who had the winning hand. You should have seen the look on Evelick’s face. She was absolutely stunned, certain they were going to beat us.

When the last card was played, Alison let out a yell of triumph. She stood up and started to crow… “WE WON – WE WON!” Then she gave her mother an evil look.

“Now what was it I get to do to you?” she asked innocently. “Seems to me you said something about the loser laying on her back and getting off the winner? Well now’s your chance, mom. Let’s see what kind of tongue you got.”

“I’m a hell of a lot better than you’ll ever be!” her mother shot back. “You wanna know how to lick pussy? I’ll show you how to lick pussy!”

“Let’s go, mom!” Alison demanded. “Get your ass on the floor! I’m horny as fuck!”

“Why you incestuous little cunt! You really want your own mother to lick your pussy? Then let’s see that pitiful excuse of a cunt you’ve got, baby girl!”

Evelick got out of her chair and sprawled out on the floor on her back. Alison gasped in surprise. “You’re actually willing to do it, aren’t you! You incestuous whore!”

“We lost fair and square. I pay up my wagers! I swear I’m gonna give you the licking of your life!”

“You couldn’t lick a postage stamp!” Alison shot back as she stood over her mother’s face. “But you can sure as hell give it the old college try. Now get me off, you filthy slut! I’ll just bet you’ve licked a lot of pussy before. So this shouldn’t be a big deal to you!”

Before her mom could say another word, Alison crouched down onto her face and smothered her while facing Evelick’s feet. “Eat me out, mom!” she demanded as she began grinding herself into her mother’s face. “Lick my cunt, you whore!”

I was utterly astonished! It didn’t seem to bother Alison in the least the way she was making her own mother eat her out. I attributed it to an excess of alcohol. But it was still arousing as hell to watch.

Alison settled into position, straddling her mother’s head. Then she ground her pussy into her mom’s face. “C’mon, mom! You’re so fucking smart! Now you can eat me out! Lick that cunt, you filthy whore! Hell; I could do a better job than that!”

“Oh, yeah?” her mother responded drunkenly. Once more I saw her competitive nature rise to the surface. “We’ll just see about that, honey!” Then her mother really started licking as Alison squatted on her mom’s face.

I heard the urgent sounds of moaning and slurping as Evelick worked on her daughter’s pussy. I was totally surprised at the way things had turned out. Was the kinky slut actually getting into licking out her own daughter? The fact it was incest didn’t seem to bother either one of them.

It wasn’t long until Alison started to moan as her breathing became heavy and labored. “Gawd, yeah!” she gasped. “Lick that shit! Fuck; that feels good!”

Alison got a glimpse of Ron and I standing nearby, our hard cocks at the ready. We didn’t know what else to do other than await our turn. She grinned at the two of us as she began taunting her mother.

“Gawd, mom; you’re going to look so fucking hot taking two cocks in that mouth of yours! I’m gonna love watching my brother fuck your face! Serves you right for flirting with my fiancé, you filthy whore!”

Alison started to bounce up and down on her mother’s face until my cock got even harder watching her. Ron’s cock was in his hand, hard and throbbing as he stroked. She could tell he was ready and eager to go.

“Gawd, mom; you should see these cocks ready and waiting for you. You’re going to get it so fucking good. I’d be jealous if I wasn’t enjoying myself. Gawd, bitch; lick me…right there… yes – yes – yes… OHGAWD!!”

Alison stiffened for a moment. Then she arched her back, crying out in orgasmic release as she shuddered hard. Her mother grunted underneath her.

I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she made her daughter orgasm. Then Alison sat up on her knees, gasping for breath. “Gawd; that was good, mom!” she panted. “You really are a whore, aren’t you!” Then she motioned us boys in.

“Get on your knees like a good whore, mom! It’s time for you to suck some cock!”

Evelick obediently got onto her knees, her eyes flashing at the two of us as she eagerly opened her mouth. Ron exclaimed, “Gawd; I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, mom!” Then he moved in, allowing his mother to grab his dick and stuff it into her mouth.

Evelick eagerly sucked on her son’s cock like she’d been hungry for dick for weeks. She moaned excitedly before grabbing my nearby cock, stroking it like a lusty whore. Alison watched as her mother played with both of our cocks until I honestly couldn’t tell if she was angry, shocked or jealous.

Her mother sucked us both down, taking turns until I felt it boil up inside me. Gawd; I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.

“Then cover the slut’s face!” My fiancé told us. “Coat the whore!”

Ron and I let loose until we covered his mom’s face with our spunk. Alison shook her head, commenting on that cum while calling her a slut. Her mom just thought she was jealous.

© 2009; 2017 (Written for Alison, Ron and Evelick Sep 25 ’09; ed. Jun 22 ‘17 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the net and captioned for illustration purposes only.)

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Raft Ruckus 2.8 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2017 by riwa

 

A story based on preview pictures from MMP Studios RAFT RUCKUS 5.

 

She’d put in a lot of work cleaning house, and had decided she deserved a well-earned respite. So Bela took a break.

She thought floating on the mattress in her backyard pool would be a nice idea. The only downside was the forecast calling for the possibility of rain. But it was certainly warm enough, and a light shower wouldn’t bother her at all.

She stopped in the bedroom to slip into her black bikini, only to pause before putting her top on. A smile teased the corners of her mouth as she thought about going topless. Why not go out like that for a change?

She had privacy in her backyard. But she was shy about parading around with her breasts hanging out. The thought she might be seen – though highly unlikely – was erotic enough to convince her to dispense with her top.

She brought out a towel and tossed it onto a nearby patio chair. Then she walked around and gathered up the air mattress floating in the water near the edge of the pool. Lying on it sounded inviting, especially floating around with her tits hanging out.

She smiled inwardly as she walked to the shallow end and stepped into the pool, dragging the mattress with her. Clouds obstructed the sun; she could smell the coming rain. But a shower would feel good, washing away the heat and humidity of the day.

Bela worked herself up onto the mattress until she was flat on her back, her head propped up by the inflated headrest. She looked up at the sky, luxuriating in the sensation of having her breasts exposed as she floated on the surface. It gave her erotic tingles, and she sighed with contentment. All that work and hassle of putting in a pool had definitely been worth it!

She floated lazily as the warm air caressed her body. She yawned as her eyelids grew heavy. Working in the house had tired her out.

It wouldn’t hurt anything if she caught forty winks. The mattress had no leaks; she certainly wasn’t going to drown. And with the clouds overhead, she didn’t have to worry about sunburn either.

Bela yawned again as she settled into the comfort of the mattress. It was like lying on a waterbed, the gentle rocking seducing her into a feeling of wanting to take a nap. It wasn’t long until she nodded off, her right arm trailing in the water as a gentle rain began to fall…

—

His instructions had simply been to make it look like an accident. He was told she had a pool and that an unfortunate drowning would probably not raise any suspicion. So he arrived at the target’s home with a scuba tank and gear on the off-chance it would come in handy.

Making sure he wasn’t seen, he broke into her house and looked all around for her. He might have to knock her our first before getting her in the water. A struggle might leave incriminating marks on her body.

When he couldn’t find her in the house, he checked the backyard. She was actually sleeping on the mattress in the pool. What luck; she was already in position to be drowned!

He quickly analyzed the situation. If he was in his scuba gear – and if she didn’t awaken beforehand – he could pull her right in, making it look as though she’d rolled over. It was only a matter of keeping her submerged until her lungs flooded.

Lewd thoughts flickered through his mind as he stared at her chest. But there was no time to enjoy molesting her alive or dead. He had a job to do, and he considered himself a professional.

He went back to his vehicle and retrieved his scuba gear, once again looking around to make sure no one was watching. Then he slipped into the backyard and proceeded to gear up as quickly and as quietly as possible. She moaned once, making him freeze with concern. But she didn’t stir.

He finished gearing up, checking the air in his tank. He had to hurry or she might awaken and scream once she saw him. His heart pounded a mile a minute, fearful she might wake up and make this harder than it needed to be.

He carefully slipped into the water in a white t-shirt and shorts before swimming directly below her. He was concerned his exhalations might awaken her. She stirred again, and he froze as he instinctively held his breath.

For a frantic moment he was sure he’d been discovered. In a moment of panic he pulled on her arm, abruptly pulling her off the mattress. But when her arms and legs flailed every which way, he got kicked inadvertently, instinctively causing him to let her go…

—

Bela burst up to the surface coughing and sputtering as she clung to the raft. She was barely aware it was gently  raining as her heart pounded in her chest. Had she been dreaming and rolled off? Gawd; she could have drowned!

Something grabbed her ankle and pulled her under. She screamed and kicked, dislodging whatever had snagged her. She burst up to grab the mattress, only to be pulled back down as she tried to cling to the mattress for dear life.

This time she felt arms wrap around her as she got a good look at her attacker. This was no dream; this was really happening! Bela screamed as she flailed for the surface, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was pulled back down, arms wrapping around her waist as her attacker grunted. She had no time to question why he was trying to drown her. All she knew was that she had to get back to the surface.

She tried to push him away, tried to pull his arms off from around her body. But he refused to let go until she could feel the ominous burn in her lungs. She reached upward for the surface and the air she needed, wriggling and struggling in his grasp in pure terror.

Bela was in a panic, her lungs screaming at her. She instinctively held her breath, mentally trying to will herself to wake up from what surely had become an awful nightmare. Then he grabbed her arms, crossing them in front of her and rendering her unable to flail around anymore. That’s when she opened her mouth, instinctively gulping water into her lungs.

Bela began to buck and shudder, her breasts bobbing up and down as she grunted and gurgled. The arms held her fast until her struggles lessened as her hair swirled gently around her face. With one last spasm she went limp, her muscles twitching as air slipped out past her parted lips…

—

He turned her around to face him, wanting to make sure she had drowned. Her eyes were open wide in horror. But her terrified expression looked vacant, devoid of life. He gently pushed into her stomach a couple times, forcing a few solitary bubbles out of her flooded lungs.

He held her for a good five minutes, making sure the job had been done. He lusted after her breasts, enjoying the sight of her erect nipples. Had her body responded with fearful eroticism at the last moment? Most of them seemed to do just that, and he was grateful for the small gift.

He let her go, watching her drift upward. Her body rose up to the surface where she floated face down, her legs hanging as her arms hung lifeless. The air mattress conveniently floated nearby, ample evidence of a tragic accident in the pool.

He swam to the shallow end and climbed out of the water. He quickly shed his scuba gear and then hauled it out to his vehicle, making sure no one was around. Then he spread a towel on the front seat before sitting down and speeding away.

It was a damn shame. Accidents in the pool happened all the time. She should have known better than to fall asleep on that air mattress. She probably rolled over, got water down her windpipe and drowned herself…

© 2011; 2017 (Text written Jan 25 ’11; ed. Jun 17 ‘17 by riwa)

(Pictures are from MMP STUDIO’S Raft Ruckus 5 and are used with permission for illustration purposes only.)

(Raft Ruckus Clip © 2010)

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Photo shoot 3.9 (16)

Posted on June 12, 2017 by riwa

Note: I re-edited this older story with some minor modifications. I hope you like the changes.

My assistant serving as “executioner” loops the noose around her neck. Dorothy gives me an amused look as if to say, “Is this what you wanted to see, you pervert?” She is totally naked, her erect nipples betraying her arousal.

Her wrists are tied in front near her crotch. ½ inch rope running between her labia to attach in back to the coil around her waist. She smiles lustfully at me as she fingers her dripping slit while Boyle, the cameraman I hired for this assignment, snaps photo after photo for me.

“Is this what you want to see?” she says playfully as she fingers herself. “Or do you want me to do this?” and she jerks on the rope, digging it into her pussy. “Judging from the bulge I see, it doesn’t seem to matter what I do to myself.”

My cameraman pauses as he asks, “You want her standing up on the stool now, Mr. Wheeler?” I nod my head.

“Ohh; so you’re going to hang me after all,” Dorothy gasps with excitement.

Boyle motions for my assistant to help Dorothy step up onto the small stool waiting at her feet. With her hands tied in front, he has to be careful getting her up. She steps up carefully, and he has to steady her before she loses her balance.

I hear the sound of the camera as it whirrs, taking picture after picture. Thankfully Boyle is taking a ton of photos. I’ll enjoy going through them later.

She has this lustful excitement in her eyes. I’m sure she’s enjoying the effect this is having on me. Once more she reaches down to finger herself while I’m watching before she pulls on the rope again to grind it into her cunt.

She appears to be quite aroused by it all as she masturbates, fingering herself and then pulling on that rope between her labia. Is she doing it for me or is she doing it for herself? Perhaps it’s a combination of both. Maybe she’s simply determined to give me my money’s worth. After all, I’m paying her plenty for this photo shoot.

“Are you ready, Mr. Wheeler?” Boyle asks as he pauses to look at me. “Would you like the slack taken out of the noose right now?” He holds his camera at the ready.

I nod at our “executioner” who grabs the other end of the rope and gives it a pull, slowly taking the slack out. Dorothy gawks as she feels it tighten. For the first time I see a flicker of uncertainty in her expression.

Her hands seem to freeze as she chokes a little. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Just beautiful. Are you going to keep on masturbating for me, love?”

She smiles nervously at me as she goes back to fingering herself while pulling on the rope through her crotch. But there’s less certainty in her expression. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting her breath to be restricted.

I unzip my fly and pull my hard cock out. It’s too uncomfortable to leave bulging in my pants. She might as well see what kind of effect she’s having on me.

I begin stroking as Boyle starts taking pictures again. Dorothy’s eyes flash excitedly when she sees how turned on I am. Her hands return to their work as she masturbates while pulling on the rope running between her labia.

I see an expression of utter bliss fill her features. Her fingers swirl pleasure over her nub. She pulls on the rope, causing it to dig into her wet pussy.

Her knees bend as she deliberately puts a little weight upon the noose. She rasps and moans as the coil tightens around her throat. I stroke harder, noticing the intense arousal in her features. Boyle continues to snap pictures as though immune from the erotic sight before him.

“Can she handle any more?” I ask our “executioner”. “Can she pose standing upon her toes?” Dorothy gives me a look of alarm.

“Perhaps it’s a little too much for her. Better give her some slack.” She falls for it, just as I suspected she might.

“I can do it, Mr. Wheeler!” she rasps excitedly, nodding at the cameraman to keep taking photos. “I can take it!”

Boyle looks at me and I nod my head. He turns and nods at our assistant who pulls gently yet firmly on the rope. Then he starts snapping as many pictures as he can.

Dorothy gawks as she is lifted up until only her toes are in contact with the stool. Her eyes open wide as the rope constricts around her throat. But her hands become a blur as she furiously fingers herself while tugging on the rope through her crotch.

My cock is hard and dripping with pre-cum as I continue to stroke. Boyle asks, “What do you think, Mr. Wheeler? Isn’t she great? You’re really getting your money’s worth with this one.”

“Only one thing more,” I say to him calmly. “Would you be so kind as to kick the stool away and take more pictures?”

“Certainly, Mr. Wheeler.”

Dorothy’s eyes flash in alarm as she starts to open her mouth in protest. Boyle steps forward and gives the stool a healthy kick. It flies out from underneath her feet, leaving her dangling as our “executioner” hangs on tight, keeping her airborne.

Boyle steps back and starts snapping pictures just as fast as he can. Dorothy gives me a look of surprise as the noose takes her full weight. Her bare feet flutter in vain for the stool that is no longer there.

Her hands jerk upward, the rope grinding between her labia. Then her legs begin to kick and scissor instinctively as I really start stroking myself. Beside me I hear the camera going nonstop.

Dorothy gawks and gurgles as she dances on air, her body twisting and swaying. The look on her face is priceless as she pleads with her eyes for me to have her taken down. Her hands keep jerking upward until her cunt becomes all red, swollen and wet from the rope grinding through it.

“Take her down,” I calmly tell my assistant. He eases on the end of the rope until Dorothy is standing none too steadily on her feet. She rasps for breath as a sheen of perspiration glistens all over her chest. Boyle dutifully captures the moment with his camera.

“Doing ok, love?” I ask the poor dear with a smile as the assistant steps forward and loosens the noose from around her neck. She looks at me in shock, her eyes wide at what we’ve just done to her. Then she weakly nods her head that she’s ok. No doubt she’s still thinking about the money she will make from this little photo shoot.

“Good,” I tell her with a smile. Then I look at our “executioner”. “Please take her back up.”

He leans on the rope until her feet leave the floor. Once again she is airborne. Her eyes fly open in astonishment as her hands painfully jerk that rope up into her pussy.

“Can you take her higher?” I ask my assistant. “I’d like some pictures looking up at her from the ground.”

My “executioner” puts his weight on the rope until Dorothy is taken higher. Her legs begin to scissor again as she sways and twists. Her eyes show the agony of strangulation by noose.

The ceiling of the empty hall we’re filming in is nice and high, allowing our model to be pulled six… seven… eight feet up. Her swollen pussy flares as Boyle snaps the pictures I want of her dripping cunt. Her labia are red and swollen, and her head tips to the right from the placement of the knot as she gawks and gurgles.

“Down,” I calmly tell my assistant.

He carefully lets her down until once more she’s tottering on her feet. There’s a look of wide-eyed horror on her face as she raggedly rasps for breath. He steps forward and loosens the noose so she can get more air.

“Still doing ok, love?” I ask kindly. This time she shakes her head no.

“Had enough?”

She nods anxiously.

“Sorry, love, but we’re not finished,” I tell her sympathetically. “Just a few more pictures, ok? Besides, I’m… well… you know.”

I stroke my cock as I look over at our “executioner”. “Take her back up please.”

Dorothy gasps “NOO” as he leans into the rope. Her voice is cut off as she’s pulled upward, kicking and rasping for breath. “Higher,” I explain, and he pulls her higher into the air.

Her legs fly as she dances wildly. Boyle furiously snaps photo after photo. He reassures me by telling me these are going to turn out well.

“You see, love?” I tell Dorothy as she strangles in the noose. “We’re getting good photos here. You should be proud.”

A sudden mist comes spraying downward as I stroke my cock again. “Is that piss?” I ask my cameraman.

“Don’t think so, Mr. Wheeler,” Boyle observes. “There’s no smell and it’s not yellow. I think she just had an orgasm.”

“Delightful,” I murmur as I look up at her dancing in the air for us.

Her legs scissor and pedal, her cuffed hands jerking on the rope through her wet crotch. Is she trying to get herself off again? Or is she trying to pull them free so she can reach up for the rope around her neck? Either way, the erotic result is still the same.

She gawks and gurgles as her legs fly all around until I order our “executioner” to bring her back down. Once more Dorothy’s feet come in contact with the floor. But she sways drunkenly as she tries to regain her balance.

My assistant goes over to steady her and loosen the noose around her throat. There’s a look of growing terror in her eyes which I find absolutely intoxicating. She coughs and rasps for breath, unable to speak as she pleads with her eyes for me to stop all this.

“Again, Mr. Wheeler?” our “executioner” asks with a smile. Boyle nods yes; he wants more pictures. Dorothy shakes her head as she now wants to conclude our photo shoot.

“I think so,” I tell him with a smile. “Deep down I think the lass loves it.”

Her eyes fly open in horror. She shakes her head as though I’ve got it all wrong. Then she’s abruptly taken back up into the air with a loud “GAWK!”

“Not so high this time, my good man. Let her toes barely brush the floor.”

“Ok, Mr. Wheeler.”

He eases her back down until she sways all around, her feet fluttering. It must be maddening for her to barely feel the floor each time she swings back and forth. It’s arousing as hell, and I stroke my cock as she dangles in sheer agony.

Her legs kick and pedal before her knees jerk together. Her feet stretch down and point toward the floor, the tips of her toes barely brushing the wood surface. Her face turns a lovely shade of red as she rasps for breath.

Her hands continue to jerk upward, making her pussy extremely red, swollen and wet. It was pure inspiration tying her wrists in front like that. Either she’s desperate to loosen the constricting coil from around her neck or she’s desperate to enjoy one more orgasm before she passes out.

“Down,” I tell our “executioner”. He eases up on the rope until Dorothy’s bare feet come in contact with the floor yet again. She sways drunkenly as she rasps madly for breath.

“Better?” I ask Dorothy with concern in my voice. She nods her head as she coughs and gasps, swaying unsteadily on her feet.

Boyle looks and me and says Dorothy will probably feel better if we lift her back up and leave her hanging. “All this up and down business must be hard on her throat, Mr. Wheeler.”

“Good thinking, Boyle,” I reply. Then I smile at the panting woman, her chest heaving from her exertions.

“Don’t worry, love. This time it will be permanent. You’ll be able to cum to your heart’s content as you hang to death. How does that sound?”

Her eyes get big as saucers and she shakes her head. Then I nod at our “executioner”. “Take her back up into the air, my good man. Two feet off the ground should just about do it, if you please.”

Dorothy starts to let out a cry of alarm. Her voice is cut off as he leans on the rope. Dorothy is pulled up off her feet into the air for the very last time as he ties the rope off to a nearby cleat attached to the wall.

Her legs scissor and kick as she starts to swing wildly, her body pirouetting like a ballet dancer. Her hands jerk that rope up into her crotch like crazy until it looks really red and starts to bleed a little. Boyle snaps away with his camera as my assistant stands next to me.

“May I join you, Mr. Wheeler?”

“Certainly.” That’s when he unzips his fly, takes out his meat and starts stroking as well.

Dorothy grunts and gurgles as her face turns a nasty shade of red. Her neck appears to lengthen as her knees come together again, jerking upward as though she can somehow loosen the constricting coil from around her neck. However that action only serves to tighten it, strangling her more profoundly.

There is the distinct sound of a loud fart, a sound that blends with her ragged rasps. Her knees jerk upward as her hands furiously jerk that rope into her crotch. Her back arches, her eyes rolling as her neck stretches even more. Her chest sticks out as her nipples swell, drool from her mouth splattering down upon them.

There is the sound of another loud fart as her bowels release. A messy pile splats onto the floor below her swaying body. Then it is as though relieving herself has suddenly given her an extra burst of adrenaline as she kicks wildly again.

Her body twists and sways as she grunts and gurgles. Her knees jerk together again as her chest spasms from lack of air. Then she abruptly goes limp, her legs twitching as rasping sounds emanate from her lungs.

There is a sudden splatter of piss underneath her as her bladder gives way. Then her body shudders as her legs twitch and spasm. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth as a trickle of blood splatters upon her breasts. The hanged lass has bitten her tongue.

Boyle furiously snaps pictures as the executioner and I stroke like crazy. As her body softly sways, twisting gently in place, we both step forward. Her legs are the recipient of our spurting cocks as cum streaks down and drips off her feet onto the floor.

“Who do we make the money order out to, love?” Boyle asks the dangling wench… as though she could possibly hear him in her present condition. I lean closer as though listening for a reply that will not be forthcoming.

“She says we should keep it,” I tell him with a smile. “She says she’s grateful to have danced for our viewing pleasure, and that she hopes the photos keep us happy for many years to come.”

“Excellent,” Boyle proclaims with a grin. “She always was a thoughtful lass.”

All three of us walk up to her and caress her naked, twitching body. Boyle squeezes her tits as I finger her dripping slit. My assistant appreciatively runs his hands up and down her legs before turning to me with a smile on his face.

“You always find good ones for us, Mr. Wheeler. Her tits really bounced. This one put on an excellent performance.”

“She certainly did,” I reply with a smile. Then I look at the hanged lass one last time.

“Thanks for the effort, love. Sorry we can’t stay longer, but we must be going.” Then I give her a push. Her naked body sways back and forth as we gather up our gear and turn our backs on her, heading out of the empty hall with a camera full of pictures and minds filled with erotic memories…

© 2012; 2017 (written for Dorothy Jan 10 ’12; ed. May 1 ‘17 by riwa)

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Rescuing their mother 2 (2)

Posted on June 6, 2017 by riwa

The apartment pool where I live is not very big. It’s only 15 x 30 and not much for swimming laps. But it’s better than nothing, and it’s a good way to cool off on a really hot day.

I tend to go check it first to see if anyone is in it. If there are kids splashing around then it means I probably won’t be able to do laps very well. I don’t mind though because I usually just put it off until there are no kids in the pool.

The other day I found it was deserted so I went out for a swim. I was wearing my faded green swim trunks because I’m pretty self conscious about getting caught in my Speedos should a mother and her kids show up. And that’s exactly what happened.

I heard them come in as I swam to the deep end of the pool. I didn’t know who had come in until I turned and headed back. There were three young boys in the water – two brothers and a friend of the family. I noticed right away that one of them was already in the water obstructing my path as I swam for the shallow end because I heard the mother holler for him to get out of my way.

Mom stood on the top step with her feet in the water. She was wearing a lime green bikini that accentuated some nice cleavage. There was even a bit of an ass crack peeking out from her bottoms when she turned around. She certainly seemed nice enough though.

Anyway the boys wasted no time starting to play around, telling mom to “Watch me – watch me!” as they did their dives. They fetched rocks off the bottom of the pool they had somehow acquired from around the grounds of the apartment complex, rocks that were probably not supposed to be there. But I didn’t feel it necessary to say anything about it.

Since swimming back and forth was no longer practical, I sat on the steps in the shallow end.  I just sat there cooling myself off while watching the boys. Swimming laps was not an option anymore as I would have found it necessary to swim around them, although I’m sure their mom would have reprimanded them for getting in my way.

The boys kept saying, “Mom, watch this!” as they dove and chased after their rocks and such. Their mother saw me smiling at them and motioned out at them while wryly commenting, “It’s cheap entertainment.” I had to agree, telling her it was definitely cheaper than watching Cable TV.

I finally climbed out and took up a lounger to lie on and dry off. That gave me a better view of mom’s behind, although I tried not to stare. The boys kept telling her to “Watch this – watch this!” or they would tell each other, “Hey, watch this!” It was definitely cheap entertainment.

The youngest son went and fetched his plastic boat with a little army man that went with it. He began playing catch with his mom by pushing it toward her in the water and then her pushing it right back to him. She had finally gotten in water up to her waist.

For awhile there I wasn’t even certain she was going to get her hair wet. But she suddenly headed off toward the deep end by diving into the water and then pulling with her arms along the bottom. It was nice to see she wasn’t the least bit afraid of going underwater just like her boys were constantly doing.

I sat there for quite awhile, sometimes watching them and sometimes just staring up at the sky. The boys continued to fetch rocks off the bottom while mom came back and occasionally pushed the boat back and forth to her youngest son. Then she sort of looked around as though it was getting late.

“Ok, boys… out of the pool!” she declared. Her words were met with a disappointed cry of “Oh, mom!” But she was adamant; it was time to get out.

Boys will be boys, and naturally they delayed climbing out of the water. She told them more than once that it was time to go. But they kept finding loopholes to her instructions… reasons to delay getting out. She finally got a little angry and said “NOW!” That made them get out of the water.

She sighed heavily as the younger one began to protest, telling her he had lost his little army man from the boat somewhere in the deep end. The older one wanted to go down and get it himself since he was so proud of his ability to dive to the bottom of the 8 foot section. But by now I could tell mom was fed up because she just sighed, pointed at the gate and then told them, “HOME… NOW!”

“AWW, MOM!”

“But what about my man from my boat?” the younger one protested. It was obvious she wanted them out of the water. Maybe she was going to go to the deep end to fetch it herself.

“I’ll get it,” she told him. “You just get home now.” The two sons pouted, their friend not saying a word as they all left the pool area.

I wanted to watch her dive down to fetch the wayward toy. But I didn’t want to appear like some sort of pervert. So I gathered my belongings and got ready to leave.

She hadn’t gone down yet when I smiled at her. She saw me looking in her direction and shook her head with a wry smile. “Kids!” was all she said. I nodded in agreement.

I watched as she sort of jumped and then dove down toward the bottom of the deep end, pulling with her arms. The water was clear do I could see pretty much everything. She didn’t have any goggles or anything. She just went right down as though she didn’t need them.

I felt a little conspicuous standing there watching. I was all prepared to leave since I had my towel, goggles and keys in my hands. But since she was underwater I wanted to stick around for a bit just to watch.

She came back up a few seconds later. I assumed she had what she was looking for. I figured that was it and I turned to go. I didn’t want her to see me staring at her in case I might end up leaving her with a bad impression of me.

I went to the gate and was just about to unlock it to open it. Something made me turn back to look one last time. She wasn’t at the surface anymore, and I saw she had gone back down.

I figured she must have missed it the first time. Maybe she hadn’t seen it clearly… or by the time she had spotted it maybe she had needed to come up for air. I didn’t know what the deal was.

I felt like I should get going and not get caught standing there staring at her. But something made me stand there and watch a little longer. She didn’t come up, and I saw a lot of bubbles.

I began to wonder what was taking so long. But I didn’t want to be accused of being a pervert or anything for watching so long. Still, she seemed like she was staying down a long time.

I put my stuff down on a nearby chair and began walking along the side of the pool toward the deep end. I was curious as to what was taking so long. She still hadn’t come up.

At first I thought she was going to catch me watching her and get mad at me for sticking around to gawk. Then I got a really good view of her down on the bottom. I thought I saw her trying to jerk her hand out from under the drain cover as more bubbles came up.

Right away I got the impression something was wrong. I hadn’t figured it could be the drain or anything. But when she jerked her arm again and it didn’t come free, I knew then she was in some sort of trouble.

Now I’m a lousy diver… never was very good at going into the pool head first from the side or a diving board. But I remembered watching a little girl diving around into the pool from the other day while I had been here. So without thinking too much about it I sort of stuck my arms out and dove right in. It was more of a belly flop than anything else, but at least I was in the water.

I swam down and saw she was really yanking on her arm.  It looked like her fingers were caught under the drain cover. It was as though she’d tried to lift it up or something and had gotten them wedged in good and tight.

What I did next was kind of instinctive. Her fingers looked stuck and she was really thrashing about while losing air fast. So I grabbed her arm, braced myself, and then pulled really hard.

She came loose right away with a bubbly cry. I sort of hauled her up to the surface until we burst up together. She gasped and then flailed, pulling me back under with her.

I glubbed as I tried pushing her back up. Then we sort of flailed ourselves over to the side of the pool. I helped her grab onto the metal ladder.

When she grabbed on, only then did she stop resisting me. That’s when she really started coughing and choking. “You ok?” I asked, and she nodded and coughed some more.

She and I swam to the shallow end where she sort of flopped down onto those steps leading out of the water. I sat there with her until she managed to stop coughing. Then she looked at me as though it had just dawned on her.

She thanked me for coming down to help her. “You’re welcome,” I replied. And that was pretty much it… it was just that casual.

After a couple more minutes she composed herself enough to say, “I can’t believe I nearly drowned over some stupid toy!” I chuckled as I replied fetching toys in the deep end was not for the faint of heart. She laughed at that.

She said it looked like her son’s army guy was stuck under the cover. So she grabbed the drain cover and tried to pull it up. “I got him out, but then the cover pinched my fingers,” she explained. “Somehow I couldn’t get it up again.”

She went on to say all she could think about down there was how her sons wouldn’t have a mother anymore and how stupid it was to drown over some stupid toy army man. Then she added how she vaguely remembered seeing me over by the gate but that she thought I was on my way back to my apartment and that I would never know she had drowned until later.

I told her I had seen her go back down and had stuck around to watch. But I was concerned about staring too long as I didn’t want to come across as being a little too pervy sticking around watching a woman swim underwater. “But when I didn’t see you come back up I began to get concerned.”

“Well I’m glad you stuck around!” she told me appreciatively. “I’m glad you were watching when you did because I was sure you’d gone back to your apartment.”

She paused a moment as though trying to remember things. Then she said, “I remember telling myself to just hold my breath a few seconds longer and then a few seconds longer and that eventually I would free myself. That cover was pinching my fingers pretty good and I finally went into a panic.” Then she looked down at her hand, wincing when she saw her fingers looked rough and all scraped up.

“Sorry about that.”

“Oh don’t be!” she replied kindly. “I would have never gotten back up without you!”

She paused and looked at me for a moment as though trying to remember something. Then she added, “I vaguely remember you coming down… almost like a dream. I was struggling and struggling, and all I could think of was ‘NO – NO; I CAN’T DROWN!’ And then you were there and you pulled my fingers out… and I was suddenly at the surface getting air and I slipped back under and it was all so confusing. And then I was over at the ladder and then I was coughing like crazy and my head started to clear.”

I asked if she had gotten any water down her windpipe. She said maybe a little. I told her she had to be really careful about that, and that it might be better if she went to the ER because you can get serious complications from a near drowning. But she said she thought she would be ok. So I told her to be careful and to watch out for any dangerous symptoms from having inhaled a little water.

At that point I became self-conscious again. So I stood up as I told her I should probably be going. She thanked me again and I told her she was welcome.

I didn’t even bother to dry myself off. I just grabbed my stuff and headed for the gate. She was toweling off when I left the pool area. But there was something in her features as she looked at me one last time… as though she was super thankful, although a little embarrassed she had done that to herself and that I had to come save her and pull her up.

When I reached my apartment I think it finally hit home. I got the shakes something fierce… like something could have happened to me trying to save her or that she could have drowned. I had to sit down and rest for awhile before I finally calmed down. I never knew I would have a story to tell after going down to the pool just to swim some laps that day.

© 2014; 2017 (written for JQpublic Aug 17 ’14; ed. Jun r ‘17 by riwa)

Author’s note: Parts of this story are true. For instance, there WAS this mother in a lime green bikini, although that picture is one I found on the Internet and is not her. And there WERE three boys in the pool with her. And I DID get to see her swim underwater for a few very short seconds.

Anything beyond that? Let’s chalk it up to the vivid imagination of a guy who writes underwater stories, shall we? Besides, my friend loves tales of women being stuck in the drain. My swim was so boring that I felt I had to make up something exciting to tell him.

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The big oak tree 4.3 (9)

Posted on May 30, 2017 by riwa

I met him and his friends when they came into my strip club. They saw me and asked me for a private show. So I took them to a special room and gave them all a lap dance.

I got all their cocks good and hard as I ground into each bulge. I could tell how much they loved it. And I found myself thinking about which one of them I would like to fuck first if I ever got the chance.

That night when the club closed Jeffrey was right there wanting to take me out for coffee. So I went out with him. We hit it off right away.

He and his pals came back several more times for lap dances. They were always lavish with their tips. And I kept on seeing Jeffrey.

I soon learned he was rich. It explained why his tips were always so generous. He also told me he had fallen for me.

I told him I was flattered but that I enjoyed my job too much, especially the way I could get guys cocks good and hard. He said he understood that. And he didn’t have a problem with me continuing to work at the club.

He offered to marry me, telling me he could give me a better life if I wanted. I could wear nice clothes and go out to more expensive restaurants. I had to admit the idea certainly appealed to me.

That night we went to his penthouse in the city where he made love to me. It was wonderful. He told me I owed him nothing as a result of our sex together as he didn’t want me to feel obligated. But I was already starting to consider taking him up on his marriage proposal.

His pals were coming in getting lap dances every now and then. I was giving them blowjobs and had been considering fucking them as they had such wonderful cocks. But I figured I would have to give that up if I was going to marry Jeffrey.

I finally agreed; he was just too good to me to turn down. He even offered to allow me to strip at the club for the attention of men so long as it went no farther. How could I say no?

I did have to sign a prenup, but I didn’t mind. However it was the last paragraph in the prenup that got my attention. If I was caught committing adultery, it meant he could hang me to death.

I was stunned. So I asked if he was serious. He told me he was. He said I was free to divorce him and go my merry way if I didn’t like the life we had together. All he asked was that I didn’t commit adultery.

Naturally I told him I would have to think it over. He wouldn’t really hang me, would he? After all, the crazy bastard loved me!

I thought about the strip club and the job I loved and the cocks I enjoyed teasing. But I loved him enough that I figured it would all work out in the end. After all, he would grant me my divorce if I wasn’t happy and wanted to go back to being single.

At one point I asked a couple of girls I worked with what they thought about it. They told me they weren’t sure it would work out since I loved cock so much. They said if I screwed up – and they were sure I would – they fully planned on attending my hanging. In response I told them to go fuck themselves.

That evening a couple of his pals came in to see me. I couldn’t help giving them both lap dances. After all, they were more generous with their tips than the other customers who came to see me.

I asked them how serious Jeffrey was about hanging someone. They told me they’d witnessed a hanging and believed him to be quite serious. The girl had been a slut so he’d hanged her from the oak tree in the front yard of his home according to the terms of their prenup.

I was astonished; I just couldn’t believe it! Then they confessed they were concerned if I loved him enough to remain faithful. I could understand how they felt, especially since I ended up willingly blowing them both before they left.

I finally decided a change of pace would do me good. Jeffrey loved me and had offered to give me a better life. I hadn’t told him I was having sex with some of my other clients, although I imagine he’d already figured that out. I decided I could put the club life behind me and become a one-man woman.

We had a nice ceremony at his home in the country. All my friends from the club were there along with his friends and acquaintances from work. And of course all his pals were there, the ones I kept blowing at the club.

We held it in the front yard in front of that big oak tree. I was rather shaky standing there during the ceremony knowing the last woman he’d married had met her end under one of those giant limbs. If I screwed up I could find my life ending in that very location, perhaps with this very same group of people looking on.

For the first three months of our life together I committed myself to being the wife of Jeffrey Smith. But I missed teasing all those cocks back at the club. So I asked him about it and how it would affect the prenup.

He said there was nothing in the terms about me being a cock-tease. He said that was a part of me he found irresistible. Often I would tease him and get him all worked up before he would fuck the shit out of me. So I went back to work at the club, appreciative of his understanding about my needs.

The owners welcomed me back with open arms. I had big tits and was one of the more popular girls there. The other bitches were jealous as hell. But at the very least my presence meant more customers for everyone.

Some of the girls there questioned my ability to stay out of trouble and remain faithful. I told them I loved Jeffrey and would never do anything to hurt him. They just laughed at me, reminding me I loved cock too much. Perhaps they were right.

Jeffrey’s pals had continued to come in to get lap dances even after I’d left. But when I came back they still went to the other girls. I was hurt they didn’t want to see me, and I told them so.

They replied how they respected Jeffrey and didn’t want anything to come between us. I told them I loved teasing the hell out of them and was glad they cared about their pal. I said I’d be happy to give them lap dances if they wished. But the blowjobs would have to stop.

I don’t know what the hell happened to me. But when I gave them a lap dance it was as though I wanted their cocks more than ever. Now they had become forbidden fruit, meaning they were even more desirable.

A month after my return to the club I had Jeffrey’s friend Denny in a back room. He had a great cock, and I was horny as hell. And our penthouse in the city was beckoning for me to bring him home as I stayed in it during the week whenever I was in town.

I gave Denny the lap dance of his life. Then I invited him back to the penthouse for a drink. When he looked at me I could tell right away how much he wanted me. That was such a fucking turn-on!

“Don’t you know how dangerous it would be for us to be together in his penthouse, Mae? Don’t you know how much I want you?”

“Denny, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first night I laid eyes on you. Just one little drink, ok? We can have a drink together and then you can leave.” But when we got there I didn’t want him to leave. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. So we fucked like rabbits.

I’m ashamed to admit it was one of the most erotic nights of my life. I’d pursued him and had gotten exactly what I’d wanted. Imagining hanging for my crime had only made the sex that much hotter.

Denny reminded me I could hang for what we had just done. Maybe that was the allure – the danger I was putting myself in. It was so arousing that I’d willingly taken the chance.

Before he left I told him how hot it had been but that we shouldn’t do it again. I was feeling guilty once it was over. “You won’t tell on me, will you, Denny?”

“He’s my friend, Mae, although I like you a lot. No, I won’t tell on you.” Then he was gone.

I decided that was going to be the end of the matter. That weekend I went home to Jeffrey and was the ever attentive wife. We enjoyed our naked swim in his large backyard pool. Afterwards we fucked like rabbits.

I vowed my time with Denny would only be a one-time indiscretion. After all, I could hang for it if Jeffrey ever found out. But the temptation was just too great, especially when his friend Mark came in for a lap dance a few days later.

I gyrated in his lap like a woman gone mad. Then I invited him back to the penthouse. He was wary just like Denny had been, admitting he’d always wanted to fuck me and would have a hard time holding back because of his fondness for Jeffrey. I told him we were only having drinks before I sent him home.

It was a lie of course. Once we got to the penthouse I got him out of his clothes and began sucking on his cock like a back-alley whore. I just had to have it.

“Don’t you realize you could hang for this, Mae?”

“That’s what makes it so exciting, Mark! Now fuck me like the slut I am!”

He took me from behind and pounded me ruthlessly. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The whole time I was imagining that damned tree in our front yard and Jeffrey marching me to it like a condemned woman.

Once more I was contrite once I was back in Jeffrey’s presence. And once more I vowed it would only be that second time and no more. But I was becoming addicted to the rush of fucking all the while knowing I could be hanged for my indiscretions.

I ended up fucking all of Jeffrey’s pals in our penthouse in the city, plus a few other clients I had from the club. The rush was just too addictive. It was as though having that prenup had brought out the whore in me. Hell, I even took it up the ass from several clients, believing I totally deserved it. The orgasms were incredible.

On Saturday I was feeling a little guilty as I drove out to the house. But I wasn’t feeling nearly as bad as I thought I should have. Perhaps it was time to ask for a divorce before I found myself wearing a hemp necktie in the front yard.

Jeffrey wasn’t home so I went to work cleaning up the place and making his favorite meal for when he returned. I got a call midafternoon telling me he was at work and couldn’t get away until evening. I told him I would have his favorite meal ready when he got home and that I would be his all night long.

When he walked in that evening I kissed him deeply. But he didn’t return it as passionately. Besides, he had brought some work home. I was afraid we might not have much time to spend together.

I waved at the meal I’d fixed for him, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. It was hard saying it though. I even lowered my eyes because I was remembering my most recent fuck behind his back and how erotic it had been knowing he could haul me right out to that big oak tree and hang me.

I was happy to see him enjoy the meal I’d fixed. It was a little on the heavy side, so we probably weren’t going to be having sex right away. Then it was time to go fetch dessert from the kitchen.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told him as I brought out his favorite cheese cake.

“And I’ve something for you,” he told me, pointing at my chair. Sitting there was a large manila envelope he must have put there while I was in the kitchen.

Was it the title to another car? Was it a shopping spree? He was always springing those things on me. It made me feel even more guilty.

My heart leaped into my throat when I opened it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper with a montage of pictures of me fucking his friend Denny in the penthouse. Another sheet of paper contained another montage of pics of me fucking Mark. His other two friends were included along with pics of several of my other customers I’d taken there.

I gasped as I stared at all that incriminating evidence. Then my hands began to tremble. “Damn you, Jeffrey! You had me followed??” I tried to sound indignant even though I was shaking like a leaf.

“Didn’t have to,” he replied, taking another mouthful of cheesecake. “The hidden cameras in the penthouse recorded it all. The hanging is already set for tomorrow morning. I’ve been out today inviting company employees as well as all your friends and coworkers from the club to attend. They seem quite eager to see you hang.” He paused before adding, “The cheesecake is delicious.”

I stared at him in shock the way he’d said it so calmly. Then I stammered, “You can’t just… h-hang me like that, can you??”

“Afraid I can, Mae. The paperwork is all legit.” Then he finished his cheesecake and rose up from the table before telling me, “Now it’s time to get a slut like you ready.”

“Ready?” I gasped as I swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for your last night on earth. I’ve got just the thing for a cock-hungry whore like you.”

“Jeffrey?? Wait… you can’t…!”

He took me by the arm and led me off to our private sex room. It had some accessories we’d used from time to time. When we got there I looked in horror to see he’d set up a fucking machine for my cunt and ass.

He stripped me out of my clothes and tied me up until I was kneeling. One dildo went up my pussy while the other filled my ass. For good measure he fitted one into my mouth to thrust in and out. Then he turned them on, bidding me goodnight and then walking out the door. He even turned the light off, plunging me in total darkness.

I’d used his machines before. But it was the first time I’d ever been stuffed like that, especially on the night before my hanging. The darkness scared the crap out of me!

Those dildos pumped me nice and slow. Then they increased until I was really getting it good and hard. It was hard to breathe with the one in my mouth. Then I screamed from a horrific orgasm.

The machine powered down and I got a bit of a breather. Then it began to increase. The dildos fucked me harder and faster until I came again. I got it three times before the machine shut off.

I thought maybe that was going to be the end of it. But the machine came back on. I got it three more times before it powered back down.

I think the machine was set for 15 minute intervals with a 15 minute rest. I was in for a long night. By the time he got ready to hang me in the morning I was going to be mush.

The machine powered down until I got a 15 minute fuck and a 15 minute rest. Then I got a 15 minute fuck and a 30 minute rest. I was going to be sore and all cummed out by morning.

I don’t know when the machine finally shut off or how much sleep I got in that uncomfortable position. In the morning the door opened and Jeffrey came in. He was wearing one of those terrycloth robes we used whenever we were in the back yard taking a break from using the swimming pool.

He tied my arms behind my back hand over elbow until my tits stuck out. Then he marched me outside. I stammered, “Naked… you’re going to hang me… n-naked??”

“That’s right, Mae.” I couldn’t believe he was so calm about it.

When we stepped outside I saw a small crowd of people had gathered over by that oak tree, many of whom were wearing those same robes. A lot of them were the same ones who’d attended our wedding. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. My eyes quickly focused on the noose dangling from one of the branches over a small set of steps.

It was embarrassing as hell being marched out there naked to his tree in the front yard. I started to hyperventilate as my nipples hardened considerably. My pussy and ass were already dripping from my many cums during the night.

I found Denny and Mark as well as Jeffrey’s other two pals I’d fucked. They didn’t act the least bit guilty. If anything, they looked eager to see me hang.

My heart leapt into my throat as Jeffrey marched me forward. I gasped, “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”

“Why not? You signed the prenup. You knew what was in it. Besides, you told my friends how hot it made you to think you might be caught and forced to hang for it.”

“But Jeffrey, I… I LOVE you!”

“No you don’t, Mae. You love cock. I just happen to be packing one, just like all the other men you’ve fucked.”

I recognized some of the girls I worked with at the club. Some of them were also wearing robes. The fucking bitches were smiling at the peril I was in.

“Jeffrey, what’s going on? Why all the… what’s going on??”

“We’re having a barbecue pool party right after your hanging, Mae. I’ve invited everyone to attend. You’ll be left to dangle out here for the duration while we go back and have ourselves a good time.”

“You’re not… not really going to do this, are you??”

“Denny?” he said to his friend. “Have I done this before? Mae wants to know.”

Denny looked at me and smiled knowingly as he told me, “You’ll be the fourth, Mae.”

“The F-FOURTH???” Now I was really terrified.

I frantically looked all around until I saw Judge Meyers standing there in a robe. He was one of my regulars I teased and sucked. Maybe he was my ticket out of this mess.

“Judge!” I gasped. “Please don’t let them hang me!”

When he looked at me I thought I saw a small glimmer of hope. Then he put out his hand and said, “Let me see the evidence one more time please.” Jeffrey’s attractive secretary Lilly handed a manila envelope over to him.

He looked through all the photos. Then he looked at a piece of paper that must have contained that last part of the document I’d signed. “The evidence is overwhelming, miss. And the prenup looks perfectly legal. Is that your signature?”

“Y-yes, sir. But I…”

“No matter. You may proceed with the hanging, Mr. Smith.”

I gasped as some of his friends started to clap. I could tell they were really looking forward to this. “Jeffrey; NO!” I gasped as he walked me up the steps.

There were six of them I had to navigate, taking me several feet up off the ground. The noose was hooked to a crossbeam at the top of the steps. Jeffrey freed the noose from its hook and looped it around my neck, cinching it up tight. One push and I’d fall backwards off the steps to lap dance my life away.

“J-J-Jeffrey?” I stammered, my heart racing as my pussy throbbed. By then I was wet as hell and leaking like a sieve. My nipples were so hard they hurt as my tits heaved every time I tried to take a breath.

“I loved you and was ready to take a chance on you, Mae. But I see now you can never leave the life of the club.”

“That’s because she’s a whore!” one of the club bitches called out. There was laughter as several others nodded their heads.

“D-don’t I g-get a last r-request?”

“No, Mae. That’s been reserved for my friends. They tried to warn me about you. Then they told me they’d love watching you hang once you committed adultery. Now they want to fuck your ass in the noose after you’re dead. Time for your last lap dance, Mae.” And with that he pushed me backward.

I let out a cry as I fell backward off the steps. Then the noose caught me up as I swung back and forth, twisting and turning less than three feet off the ground. I grunted and gurgled as the scratchy hemp dug into my throat.

I saw Jeffrey move to stand right next to his secretary. “He’s mine once you’re dead, bitch,” she called out to me unsympathetically. Then she opened his robe and began stroking his hard cock.

It hurt like hell as my legs struggled to find firm footing while I swung and twisted. The noose was thick and didn’t close off my throat right away. That’s when I realized I was going to experience this for several long minutes before I finally faded away.

I kicked and struggled, my tits thrusting outward. My fluids flew out of my wet crotch as my pussy winked at everyone. It was so horrific that my knees came together in a bunny hop as I actually orgasmed in the noose.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But I couldn’t fault Jeffrey for his actions no matter how hard I tried. I knew the consequences; it was my own damn fault. Hell, the idea he might actually hang me had made my forbidden fruit taste that much sweeter. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Some of the guys’ robes had parted, allowing me to see they were naked with raging hard-ons. I saw a couple of club bitches grab on and stroke them while reaching into their own robes to rub themselves. Were they actually getting off watching me hang to death??

My hips thrust outward as though I was somehow trying to fuck all those cocks. In my asphyxiated state maybe I was. It hurt like hell as I kicked and danced.

At one point it dawned on me I was giving the ultimate lap dance. And I had one hell of an appreciative audience. I noticed a couple of bitches glaring at me as though they were jealous as hell.

Something made me throw myself into my dying gyrations. Maybe it was a natural reaction. But maybe it was because I was a cock tease all the way to the end. I’d like to think that’s what it was.

I finally tired myself out until there was nothing left to give. I could barely get any air down my throat as I swung less and less, slowly twisting in one direction and then back in the other. I could actually feel internal organs dying inside.

The judge came forward and parted his robe. “That was one hell of a lap dance, Mae. This is my last request.” Then he grabbed my feet, using them to give himself a foot job.

I rasped and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. I shuddered from what must have been another orgasm, although I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. When I caught sight of Jeffrey I saw him getting his cock sucked by that bitch secretary of his. That’s when I knew I would easily be replaced.

The judge’s cock erupted all over my feet as I shuddered. A death rattle emanated from my throat. I jerked one last time and then pissed myself before I faded away. At least I’d given them all one hell of a lap dance to remember…

© 2017 (written May 20 ’17 by Riwa)

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The Twilight Zone: The haunted spa 2.3 (3)

Posted on May 30, 2017 by riwa

She slipped into her black one-piece for an enjoyable dip in her spa on the afternoon of Friday the 13th, unaware she would be taking a soak in… THE TWILIGHT ZONE!
At first, she turned on the jets for a pleasant soak.
Then she turned off the jets, deciding that she wanted to have a little fun.
She began playing around, sticking her head partway into the water.
Then she submerged, wondering if she could keep the water out of her nose.
Strangely, she found herself unable to get up right away. She finally managed to get up, gasping in confusion, her hair in her eyes.
She sat there in amazement, wondering why she hadn’t been able to get up right away. Had it really happened? Or had she imagined it?

Then she slipped and went down backwards, completely submerging herself!
For a panic-filled moment she couldn’t get back up… as though something was holding her down! Then she got up gasping and sputtering, snorting water out of her nose! It stung something fierce and she decided to play with her dive mask for a while.

She grabbed a small weight, held it behind her back, slid down into the well of the spa and held her breath.
She started to come up, only to be jerked back down by the weight! To her utter shock she couldn’t let go! She burbled in fear as her chest began to heave, her lungs growing desperate for air. For a moment she wondered if she was going to be able to hold her breath much longer.
The next thing she knew she was flat on her back in the well of the spa as a foot held her down. She was horrified, thinking that some serial killer had broken into her patio and was going to drown her!
…and then amazingly enough the foot was gone, her dive mask was not on her face anymore and the spa jets were on again! Had she imagined it all??

She smiled and laughed… a nervous laugh. She was under a lot of stress. Perhaps she’d nodded off, relaxing against the jets. Yeah… that must be it! That HAD to be it! She was just imagining things!
She leaned back and floated on her back, allowing the jets to bubble all around her, relaxing her.
A dream… or some sort of strange hallucination! Yes, surely that was it! It was the stress; she needed a vacation!
…and then she was pulled under again! She cried out in terror, air bursting out of her mouth until she burst up, gasping and sputtering, her hair covering her face!
Trembling in fear, her heart beating wildly, she started to rise, anxious to get the hell out of the spa… only to feel a malevolent force grab her, keeping her right where she was! She whimpered fearfully, only to realize to her horror that she was being pulled down into the water!

She felt herself being pulled down and her hands waved under the water, trying to figure out what… or WHO… had a hold on her! But there was nothing in the spa with her… nothing that she could feel or see!
She grabbed a quick breath just before her mouth and nose were submerged and she closed her eyes in pure terror. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME??!!” her mind screamed. “NO! I DON’T WANNA DROWN!”
She fought like hell, struggling to get back up. But it was no use. She was pulled down until all but the top of her head was submerged.
She screamed a flurry of bubbles that mixed with the froth of the spa jets, her mind crying out for someone to save her. She tried valiantly to hold her breath, hoping against hope that whatever was pulling her down would let her go before she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her lungs heaved in her chest and she lost burst after precious burst of air as she struggled to poke her head above the bubbly surface.

“NOOOOOOO…!”

…and then she couldn’t hold it anymore! Air burst out of her body and she gurgled as she inhaled a killing lungful of air. She began spasming painfully, her body trying to cough the liquid back out, unaware that she was now floating face down in the frothing water.
She screamed inwardly, her lungs filling rapidly as her body jerked and spasmed. She opened her mouth one last time in an effort to inhale air, only to pull more water down into her lungs. Then she spasmed one last time before her body went limp.
And then the spa jets abruptly shut off by some unseen hand, leaving her floating face down as the swirling water calmed.
Her body twitched involuntarily. Then she floated lifelessly, waiting for the next-door neighbor to accidentally stumble upon the grizzly scene simply because the elderly woman needed to borrow a cup of sugar.
(written Oct 14 ’06 by riwa)

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