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An angry mother
He watched the buxom exotic dancer in the red hair as she slowly removed her veils. His male member hardened at the sight, especially when she ended up nude. Mother would not be pleased over his desire for the American woman, but he had to have her.
He learned her name was Teri. After her set Fahim sent a palace bodyguard to fetch her. But could he have her even though she had another performance in 20 minutes?
When the manager learned who wanted his dancer, he immediately released her from her duties for the rest of the night. The son belonged to an important family. He did not wish to incur their wrath over a replaceable exotic dancer.
Teri was escorted to a limousine and driven to a location several miles from the club. She was escorted into a private residence where she was introduced to Prince Fahim. She was flattered he wanted her.
They shared a drink before she gave herself fully to him. She knew who he was… knew how important his family was. This might be an opportunity to acquire some wealth… perhaps even leave behind the lifestyle of exotic dancing.
She started by giving Fahim a blowjob. She believed it was the best she had ever given. He seemed appreciative as he came in her mouth.
She took her time working him back into full hardness. Then they made love. The whole time Teri found herself wondering how her life might change if she found favor with him.
After they were done having sex she was taken back to the club. When the manager learned she had pleased the young prince, he instructed Teri to make sure Fahim got anything he wanted whenever he showed up. After all, pleasing such an important client could only be good for business.
The next day Fahim came back and watched her dance again. This time between dances they went to a private room where the sex was more aggressive. Both parties enjoyed it, and it seemed to enliven Teri’s subsequent performance when she returned to the stage.
He stayed all night to watch her until the club closed. Once again she was driven by limo to that private location, this time with Fahim in the back seat beside her. She sucked his cock until they arrived where they spent the night fucking in various positions.
This went on for two weeks. The manager told Teri that Prince Fahim was leaving generous tips to the club, and for her to continue the relationship. Teri figured it was only a matter of time before he claimed her for his own, meaning there might be no more dancing while she got to live an extravagant lifestyle.
One night Fahim did not show up. Teri was disappointed, but she did not worry. It was possible the young prince had other duties and was simply preoccupied.
At the end of one of her sets she was in the dancers’ dressing room when a middle-aged Arabic woman in traditional garb came in. She asked for some privacy, shooing all the other dancers away. Then she angrily faced Teri.
“My name is Halina. Fahim is my son. You will not see him anymore. Is that understood?”
Teri was a little indignant, but she tried to be polite. “I did not know I was not allowed to see him. He was the one who initiated contact…”
“You will not see my son anymore!”
“What do I do if he shows up to another of my perfor–“
“You will NOT see my son anymore! You have been warned!” And with that the angry woman turned and left.
Teri thought it over. Clearly Fahim’s mother did not want their relationship to continue. Did that explain why he had not come to see her dance?
She went back to work and finished her shift. Fahim did not put in an appearance. Teri went home disappointed, wondering if perhaps their short-lived relationship had come to an abrupt end.
The next night she saw Fahim back in the club. She danced wildly for him, making him smile lustfully for her. She could tell by the look in his eyes just how much he wanted her.
After concluding her performance, Teri went back to the dressing room. He snuck back and told her he wanted to see her again. But they could no longer use the limousine as his mother was against their relationship and would find out.
Teri went and told the manager Fahim was back and wanted to be with her that night. He told her to go in the hopes the relationship would work out and the club would profit from it. Teri went back to Fahim and they snuck out the back of the club on foot.
They found a private residence several blocks away. Fahim explained he had set it up with the man who lived there so they could be there alone together without his mother finding out. He claimed his bodyguards knew of his actions and were turning their backs for the sake of their relationship.
After a wild night of frenzied fucking he took her back to the club. He told her they would have to be discreet so his mother would not find out. Then he kissed her goodnight before he left.
A part of Teri was concerned this could lead to terrible danger. But another part of her was thrilled with the risk. Besides, it made the sex all the better knowing their relationship was forbidden.
Fahim did not show up every night at the club. When he did come in, it was often in the guise of a common shepherd. Other times he sent a bodyguard to retrieve her, taking her in a small car to another private location where he was waiting. Their sexual relationship continued unabated, although they were no longer able to meet on a daily basis.
Teri did not see him for several days. Had they been discovered? Would his mother make a return trip to the club to threaten her again? She sighed as she danced for the other clients, although she found herself missing Fahim terribly.
Nine days went by before Teri recognized one of the bodyguards in the club. She smiled as she danced with great fervor, anticipating a hot night of sex with Fahim. When her shift concluded she went back to the dressing room to wait with growing excitement.
It was late and the club was closing when he came back to get her. “Fahim sends his apologies. His mother is angry. He wishes to see you tonight.”
Teri nodded, her heart beating fast. Was this going to be a dangerous rendezvous? Tonight she was overly excited as she had missed him and was looking forward to a night of hot sex.
She was driven in a small private car to the outskirts of the city. The building they approached looked run down. She had misgivings as he let her out of the back seat. But she concluded this was Fahim’s way of being secretive.
“A thousand apologies. It is the only place he could find to avoid his mother. Come; he is anxious to see you.”
He led her inside and took her up to the second floor. They came to a door Teri hoped had a nice room behind it. The body guard knocked once… twice… and then once again.
The door opened into darkness. The bodyguard hustled her inside. She cried out, “Fahim? Where are you? I can’t see you – AAUUGGHH!”
There were hands all over her body tearing her clothes away. She tried to scream and was backhanded violently. She was pushed down onto her hands and knees where a thick, smelly cock was forced between her lips. She could tell from past experience it did not belong to Fahim.
She grunted in alarm as she was brutally face-fucked. Then a cock pushed against her pussy and went all the way inside. She cried out as she was fucked in both ends.
There was illumination from somewhere as her eyes were beginning to adjust. There were two large males having their way with her. A third – no, two more – waited in the wings.
She cried out into the cock in her mouth as it went off, making her swallow a bitter, salty cream. At the same time she felt cum fill her cunt. Teri felt a stab of fear as she realized these men were not here to deliver her to Fahim, but to rape her.
The one in her pussy pulled out. Another man knelt behind her and pushed his cock against her puckered anus. Teri cried out again as her ass was violated while the cock in her mouth was replaced by another.
The gangbang was brutal and continued for well over an hour until the men seemed satisfied. Teri was hauled naked to her feet. Then a single light bulb came on at the other side of the room, revealing Fahim’s mother. She looked angry.
“You were warned! You will NOT see my son again, you American whore!” Then Teri felt a cord of rope wrap around her neck.
Her eyes flew open in alarm as her mouth gaped open. Halina glared angrily at her as she pointed accusingly with a finger. “You will NOT see my son again!” Then the rope tightened.
Teri tried to nod her head… “Ok; lesson learned.” But the rope tightened even more. She began to rasp and shudder as she struggled to get a wisp of air into her lungs.
The mother glared accusingly at her. There was no mercy in her eyes. Teri’s mind screamed… “FAHIM; WHERE ARE YOU???”
Her legs began to kick as her arms thrashed about. One of the guards grabbed her wrists while another grasped her legs. Teri began to get dizzy and disoriented.
She tried to scream, but nothing would come. She tried to breathe, but her lungs heaved in desperation, unable to get another breath. She was terrified, but there was nothing she could do.
Her bladder gave way as she felt cum leaking out of her holes. She shuddered hard in fearful orgasm as she wet herself. Then consciousness faded away as she slumped in the grasp of the bodyguards.
“Make sure she is dead!” Fahim’s mother demanded. “She will NOT see my son again! From now on Fahim will have for himself a nice Arabic woman!”
The bodyguard nodded as he pulled even harder on the cord around her throat. It cut a red line through her neck. Then he let her go.
Teri’s naked body collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Stray muscles twitched and fired as she stared with unseeing eyes. The mother nodded her satisfaction at the bodyguards.
“Stupid American! She should have known this is not a safe part of town! They are all idiotic!” Then they left together, leaving Teri’s naked body in a crumpled heap on the second floor of the abandoned building…
© 2017 (written for Teri Aug 12 ’17 by riwa)
(Picture used by permission for illustration purposes.)
She could tell the minute he got home that something was wrong, especially since he’d come home so early.
“Skip?”
“Not now, Janet. I’m not in the mood.”
“Skip, what happened? Bad day at work?” In response he tossed his keys on the kitchen table in frustration and then went off into the den. She started to follow him, anxiously calling out “Skip??”
“Leave me alone, Janet.” Then he closed the door hard behind him as though shutting her out. Janet stared at the door, feeling helpless and vulnerable as a sick feeling lodged in the pit of her gut.
Something was wrong; that much was obvious. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see how upset he was. Janet wanted to do something for him – something to lift his spirits. But what??
She thought about it for a moment and then changed into a modest black latex one-piece swimsuit, the one that always accented the camel-toe in her crotch. Then she headed out to the back yard. Perhaps a good swim would calm her down… give her an idea how she could be more helpful.
She swam along the bottom, luxuriating in the way the water enveloped her. She felt a stirring and she released a few bubbles out of her nose. She thought a quick fuck would sure feel good right about now. But how could she get Skip into the water in his current condition??
She surfaced and swam over to the side of the pool, giving it some thought. She could give him the scuba gear so he wouldn’t have to worry about holding his breath. But in his current state she might have a difficult time even getting him outside! Perhaps a little deception was in order.
She climbed out of the water and went over to the pool shed. There were two tanks half full of air. Perhaps she could make them work to her advantage. Then she dried herself off, went inside, picked up her cell phone and pretended to make a phone call as she stood just outside the door to the den…
“Hello, Bob? This is Janet. I was just getting back to you about that little modeling session this weekend. Now what is it you wanted me to do? …maskless scuba? Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I’m sure I can handle it. I need to have a little practice in my scuba gear first as it’s been a couple of months and I could use a quick refresher course… nothing advanced or anything… oh, you can’t? Well, I suppose I can ask Skip. But he’s…well, I don’t think he’s in the mood right now, Bob. No, it’s nothing serious… I think he just had a bad day at work is all… I know you trust me and I’m sure I’ll be fine. But you know how Skip gets concerned about me, wanting me to stay brushed up for safety’s sake and all… Ok, Bob. I’ll see if I can get a little time in the pool today before I come over this weekend. Even a few minutes would do me some good. No – no, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I just want to be prepared is all. …ok, Bob; that works for me. I’ll see you then.”
Janet looked at the door and sighed. “I really don’t want to bother Skip right now,” she said to herself, trying to speak just loud enough for him to overhear. “I think I’ll just go change and then go out to the pool.”
She went into her bedroom long enough to make it seem like she was changing into a swimsuit. Then she came back out and checked the door to the den. It was still closed.
Damn!
She went outside to the pool shed, pulled both tanks out and set them conspicuously by the side of the pool, leaving a blue weight belt for Skip to use if he came out. Then she began checking the regulators and gauges, making sure they were in working order. A moment later she heard the back door open and she felt a surge of excitement.
Had it worked?
She turned to see Skip approaching her in his green swim trunks. “I overheard your call to Bob, Janet,” he told her, sounding less than enthusiastic. “If you need me out here with you then I guess I can do that.” Janet gave him her most charming smile.
“Oh, thank you, Skip!” she gushed happily. “I really appreciate it! I know you trust me and all. But I also know you like being out here sometimes and…”
“I do, Janet. Let’s get this over with, ok?”
She nodded as they silently went to work gearing up. “Skip, I brought the weight belt over here for you to use,” she explained, motioning over at it. “Bob will want me without one if I can manage it, you know.” Then she started to hand him a dive mask.
“No, Janet,” he said with a wave. “If you’re not wearing one then I’m not.”
“That’s thoughtful of you, Skip,” she said. Then she put the reg into her mouth and took a few experimental puffs, nodding at him as he did the same with his.
She dangled her legs in the water as she sat on the edge with Skip sitting right beside her. At least she’d gotten him this far. She could feel her heart beating fast as she began to get excited! With a nod at him she slipped off the edge into the water. Skip followed right behind her.
The weight belt took him straight to the bottom and he watched as she swam above him. The modest latex swimsuit had been a deliberate choice so as not to tip her hand, although she thought the camel toe might catch his eye. She did a few graceful rolls and twists until she worked herself down toward the bottom.
She motioned at him… “Help hold me down?” He reached out and grabbed her by the waist as she knelt right in front of him. Then she proceeded to take her regulator out of her mouth, looking at him as though he was the trainer and she was the trainee.
She gave him a thumbs up… “So far so good” before she placed the reg back between her lips. She smiled as she took a puff. Then she nodded at him before filling her lungs and then taking the regulator back out of her mouth.
She pinched her nose shut to equalize and she saw him watching her a little more closely. Now he appeared to be more involved… that sour mood having faded away. A quick glance down and she noticed something stirring in his swimsuit. Janet smiled inwardly… just what the doctor ordered!
She motioned at him… “Share your reg with me, Skip?” He nodded as he took it out of his mouth and gave it to her.
The reg was passed back and forth several times. But each time she allowed herself to stay off it just a little while longer. She was trying to make it look as though she was anticipating needing to eventually be off the regulator at some point during the photo shoot.
A quick glance showed further activity underneath Skip’s swimsuit… a little more stirring of his cock perhaps? After putting her own regulator back into her mouth Janet motioned for Skip to sit down so she could straddle his legs and use them as a foundation for staying on the bottom. He did it willingly and her excitement intensified. It was time.
Janet removed her regulator and allowed it to hang at her side. Then she slowly took Skip’s wrists in her hands, smiling as she released a little stream of bubbles out of her pursed lips. She brought his hands up onto her breasts, making her desires quite clear. Then she held her breath both literally and figuratively, knowing she’d reached the point of no return.
The ball was now in Skip’s court!
For a moment she saw the hesitation in his eyes and she thought, ‘Damn, he’s going to fold!’ Then he began groping and massaging her mounds. Janet allowed a low moan to slip out past her lips. Gawd, this was just what the two of them needed!!
She deliberately pushed her breath-holding limits, allowing him to feel the spasms in her chest before she reached for her regulator. She filled her lungs and then removed it from her mouth. Skip continued to massage her breasts and she moaned and bubbled some more as she gave him a knowing smile…
“That’s right, baby! C’mon! You KNOW you want to! Don’t let me stop you! It’s easy, Skip; just slip the top off my suit and play with ‘em!!”
As if reading her mind he started to tug the top of her suit off her shoulders. He slowly pulled it down until her breasts were exposed. Her nipples hardened considerably and he fingered them in appreciation as she moaned and bubbled some more.
‘Gotcha, baby!’ she thought triumphantly as one of her hands strayed into his lap. She found his hardening manhood through his suit and began rubbing it, stroking him into full erection.
Her chest began to burn and she took her reg and relieved her aching lungs. His hands began roaming her body until her suit began to come down further and further. She moaned excitedly, exhaling heavily through her regulator as she began eagerly pulling his trunks down off his legs.
When she’d finished refilled her lungs, she wasted no time pulling her regulator out of her mouth, bending forward, stretching herself out on him and then taking his erect member in past her lips. She gobbled him down as though ravenous for a mouthful of spunk. Skip moaned and grunted as he began thrusting up into her mouth, helpless to resist her.
He clawed at her swimsuit, ultimately pulling it completely free of her legs. She grunted and moaned, holding her breath for as long as she could as she sucked him down. Her lungs were heaving when she finally grabbed her regulator and crammed it back between her lips.
She eagerly climbed on top of him, wriggling her ass as she slowly impaled herself on his throbbing shaft. He was breathing heavily as she reached out for him. “Now fuck me, Skip!” she demanded through her regulator, her eyes blazing with lust. “Fuck me hard; I need it now!”
She took several deep breaths as their bodies rocked in unison. Then she gave him a hungering look. “I need you to cum inside me, Skip!” she told him through the regulator. “I need you to cum inside me before I take my next breath!” Then she made a show of deliberately removing her regulator, allowing it to hang freely.
She rode him harder and faster, wanting to feel that wonderful cock of his explode inside her. She’d already decided she wasn’t going to take another puff from that reg of hers until he’d satisfied himself. This was her present to him… her way of telling him how sorry she was for his bad day and that she still loved him and hungered to be pleasing to him.
She could see him watching her closely with that look of sexual excitement in his eyes… could see him eyeing the growing spasms in her chest. She knew he loved seeing that, even though he was always concerned for her safety and comfort. But today all she wanted was to give herself totally to him. And if that meant pushing herself to her limits then she was bound and determined to do just that!
The burn intensified; her breasts began to heave. Skip took the reg out of his mouth and offered it to her. But she put up her hand in refusal… “No, Skip… not until you’ve cum first!” So he put it back into his mouth… “Ok, Janet; if you say so.”
His eyes widened in understanding and for a moment he eased off a bit. It was as though he was testing her resolve. Janet just groaned… “Gawd, Skip; you wouldn’t!!” It gave her an erotic jolt to think he might push her all the way to the edge… perhaps even beyond!
Skip heard her groans, saw those delicious spasms as her precious air slipped out of her mouth and nose in little bubbly spurts. It was an incredible turn-on and his cock swelled even harder inside her. Would she actually allow him to take her all the way?! Would he even want to??!!
He grabbed her arms to hold her in place, thrusting harder and harder up into her spasming pussy. It felt tight and absolutely wonderful! The issues of the day that had sent him home early now seemed so far away and utterly insignificant.
Her eyes got bigger as those convulsions in her chest increased dramatically. Gawd; she was almost out of air! He let go of a wrist to tap the reg in his mouth… “Do you want this?” Her eyes were wide in alarm but she defiantly shook her head while motioning… “No, I told you… not until you cum!!”
Janet’s chest was on fire. How much longer would it take before Skip exploded inside her?? How much longer was he going to force her to hold her breath??!! Gawd; her lungs felt like they were going to give out any second now!!
She looked at Skip in growing anxiety, grunting with each hard thrust of his cock into her pussy. She could tell she was going to cum any second now. But her breathless agony was evident in her eyes… “Gawd, Skip; would you just CUM already??!!”
She could feel it swelling within her… it was going to be any moment now! But if he didn’t hurry it up and cum she was afraid her lungs were going to give out!! Gawd, wasn’t this cutting it just a little too damned close??!!
Her lungs suddenly heaved painfully; she was all out of breath! She didn’t think she could hold it even one second longer! The excitement was so much that she suddenly felt her orgasm slam into her with devastating fury.
Janet tipped her head back and screamed the rest of her breath away. Her body shuddered violently with white-hot pleasure. An instant later she felt Skip’s cock explode inside her and she felt the sensation of his hot seed filling her.
It was incredibly erotic, knowing her orgasmic agony was such a turn-on for him! She could see it in his eyes and it pushed her from one orgasm right into the abyss of an even greater one! Everything went dim as her body shuddered hard.
For a second she had no idea where she was. Then something was pressed in between her lips. As her lungs gave out she couldn’t help inhaling, only to receive the sweet taste of compressed air instead of the agonizing sting of chlorinated pool water.
Janet panted weakly as she hungrily gulped down lungful after lungful of air. Her body shuddered again from a delicious aftershock and she moaned weakly. Then Skip’s hands were all over her, fondling and massaging her breasts. It elicited another delicious aftershock and she moaned weakly.
Skip suddenly pulled her close, hugging her fiercely. Even with the reg in his mouth she could clearly hear him telling her how much he loved her. “I love you too, Skip!” she managed to answer back. Then Skip shed his weight belt before he lovingly carried Janet up to the surface in his arms…
© 2013 (written for Skip Mar 24 ’13 by riwa)
(Picture provided by Skip and is used for illustration purposes only.)
Note: I realized I had not posted part two of this kinky competition. This section has some graphic parts. I just want to warn you. Some might enjoy it while others not so much.
“Ready for dessert, honey?” Alison asked me sweetly. Her speech was slurred, but she still seemed somewhat in control of her faculties.
“Well I got an idea for dessert!” Evelick grinned. “How about one more game?”
“Haven’t you had enough, mom?” Alison gasped in frustration. “After all, you just sucked your son’s cock and licked your daughter’s cunt.”
“And I loved every fucking minute of it, baby girl!” Ron’s mom drunkenly responded. “But now I gotta pee. I’d love to pee in that slutty mouth of yours, honey.”
“Mom, you’re drunk!”
“I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at her mistake. “Well, I’m not too drunk to play cards, honey. I can beat you drunk or sober.”
“So when Riwa and I win, I take it I get to pee in your mouth, mom?”
“You mean ‘if you win’, don’t you honey? And that’s a pretty big ‘if’.”
“Then I think Riwa and I should both get to pee in your mouth when we win. How does that sound?”
“Bring it on, honey. You’re such a slut.”
“I’m a slut, mom?? You’re the one who sucked your son’s dick!”
“And he loved every minute of it; didn’t you, honey?”
“Damn right I did, mom!” Ron responded happily.
“That’s it!” Alison said disgustedly. “I think a filthy mouth like yours deserves to be peed in! Somebody deal the damn cards!” I couldn’t help thinking this was starting to get out of hand.
The next game was astonishingly short. Ron and his mom never stood a chance as the cards seemed stacked against them. When Alison played her last card, she crowed triumphantly.
“We WIN!” Then she eyed her mother disgustedly.
“On your back, you fucking whore! Your daughter’s really got to pee!”
Evelick looked at her for a moment. Then she surprised me by getting onto the floor and opening her mouth. “Damn!” Ron gasped in amazement. “Mom’s really gonna DO IT!”
“Why not, honey?” she asked drunkenly. “You should always pay your bets.” Then she looked up at her daughter as Alison got into position.
Instead of peeing in her mom’s mouth, Alison peed all over her while calling her a filthy whore. But amazingly her mother acted like it was quite all right as she urged her daughter to pee all over her.
Then it was my turn. I didn’t realize how bad I had to go. “Uh… I really gotta go,” I warned hesitantly.
“Well then go ahead, baby!” Alison urged me. “Pee all over the fucking slut’s face! Let her rip, baby!” Even her mom seemed eager for me to pee all over her.
I really had to go, so I just pointed and then allowed it to flow. It splattered all over Evelick’s face. Alison egged me on, telling me to pee all over her mom and to coat her with my piss. Amazingly, Evelick egged me on by encouraging me, the kinky bitch!
What I didn’t expect was Alison demanding her mother to lick up the pee up off the floor. I thought it would be humiliating as hell. Amazingly she licked up every drop!
We took a break from playing cards for a bite of dessert. We had the cake Alison’s mom had made. It was quite good, and it was served with hot coffee, something I figured everyone could use including both drunken females.
I saw something in Evelick’s eyes. I got the impression she wasn’t through trying to get back at her daughter, especially after being pissed on and then being made to lick it up off the floor. “Anyone up for another game?” she asked as she poured everyone some wine.
Alison looked at her mother and thought about it for a second. Then she got this big grin. “What, honey?” her mom asked curiously.
“I was just thinking,” Alison mused. “How about another bet? If you lose, you get a whipping. I would love to see Riwa whip that ass and those tits of yours, mom!”
“And if we win, Ron gets to whip you?” Alison smiled and nodded.
“Deal the cards, honey,” Evelick excitedly told her son. “After we win I’m going to enjoy watching you whip your sister.” Damn! Now this was really getting kinky!
Ron was more than a little excited about the possibility of whipping Alison. His card play was what I could only describe as “inspired”. When it was over Alison and I had lost.
“Time for your whipping!” Evelick gasped with delight. I was surprised Alison went willingly. We took her down to their basement where her mom tied her off with her arms outstretched before Ron whipped her ass and backside. I was forced to watch helplessly as his mother egged him on while my hard cock stiffened with arousal.
Evelick saw my situation and immediately knelt right in front of me. “Does Ron whipping your fiancé make you hard, baby?” she cooed at me. “Here… let me kiss it and make it all better.” Then she slowly took me deep into her mouth. When Ron asked her what he should do with his sister, she paused long enough to suggest whipping her tits before taking my cock back into her mouth.
“Mom, you BITCH!” Alison cried out as Ron turned her around. Then he began brutally flogging her tits.
Alison screamed, but that only made my cock twitch and spasm. “Shut up and take it like a gracious loser, honey!” her mom said with a smile before eagerly gobbling me down. Alison yelled at Ron to take it easy. But he was clearly enjoying himself.
I couldn’t help it, and I finally came in Evelick’s mouth while watching poor Alison get a severe tit-whipping. She was finally let go before we all went back upstairs. Her body had red welts all over her. I could tell she was itching for revenge.
“How about another game, mom?” she said. It came out as more of a demand than anything else.
“Haven’t you had enough, baby?”
“It’s simple, mom.” “I gotta get you back after what you put me through. And you sucked my fiancé’s cock! Have you no shame??”
“Honey, I simply didn’t want him to hurt himself.” her mother giggled drunkenly. “He had a bad case of blue balls. You know that’s not good for a man.”
“Wanna put your money where your mouth is, you fucking whore? You’re such a cunt; you know that, mom?”
“No more than you are, honey,” her mother said, giggling over at me. “But ok… we can play another game. What do you want your brother to do to you when you lose again?”
“Oh, NO!” Alison stated firmly. “We’re not losing this time, mom! And I’m not telling you what’s going to happen! You’ll have to lose to find out!”
“Oh? You want it to be a surprise? I like surprises! Does that mean I get to think of something to do to you when you lose?”
“We’re not going to lose, mom!”
“We’ll just see about that, honey.” Then she turned in my direction.
“Deal the cards for us; would you, baby? While you’re dealing, I’ll be thinking of something particularly juicy to do to my daughter once she loses.”
I was thinking about putting a stop to the whole thing when Ron grabbed my arm and shook his head. In an instant I could see what he was thinking. With both women losing their inhibitions with all the drinking and gamesmanship, it was only a matter of time before something seriously sexual happened… or maybe something even worse.
The game seesawed back and forth before Alison and I finally came out on top. “YEAH!” she gasped triumphantly. Then she turned toward her brother.
“Ron, go fetch every clothespin we have, ok? And while you’re at it, get mom a red ball-gag! I don’t want the slut saying another word!” I found myself getting really curious as to what my fiancé had in mind.
She looked at Evelick and pointed at the floor. “On your back, mom! You’ve got this coming!”
Evelick dutifully stretched out on her back, never one to shy away from a debt she owed. A moment later Ron returned with a red ball-gag and a bowl full of clothespins. This was going to be interesting.
Alison started by stuffing the gag into her mother’s mouth before tying the woman’s wrists down above her head so she couldn’t move. Then she began clamping clothespins one by one onto her mother’s tits. Each time another one went on, Evelick whimpered in pain until Alison had used every last one, leaving her mom looking like a pincushion.
That wasn’t the half of it. Alison instructed her mother to play the next game just like that. She released her wrists and watched as her mom got up and dutifully settled into her chair.
Amazingly she seemed ready to play cards again: gag, clothespins and all. What surprised me even more was the way she and Ron actually won the next game despite the pain she was in. Alison was crushed, and she sat there stunned.
Ron and I eagerly waited to see what would happen next as Evelick calmly got up out of her chair and left the room. We heard her painful cries from the back of the house. I could only assume she was removing clothespins.
She returned with a huge black dildo which she gave to her daughter. “I think you ought to give the boys a show, honey,” she said calmly. “So I want you to fuck yourself with this.”
At first Alison was a little indignant… that is, until she saw our lustful expressions. That seemed to change her mind. The opportunity to show off to us must have overridden any embarrassment.
“I’ll show you how to put on a show!” she declared as she got on her back. Then she slid the dildo into her pussy. It was huge, and it really stretched her as she took it.
“Now fuck it, honey!” her mom encouraged. “Fuck that big black cock! Fuck it like you mean it! Make yourself cum for us, baby! We all want to watch you cum! Rub that clit of yours and get off for us, baby!”
Alison really got into it as we all cheered her on. Maybe she liked the attention, or maybe she wanted to be more of a whore than her mother. At any rate she furiously rubbed herself until she had a shuddering climax. We were all visibly impressed.
Alison slowly pulled it out, but her mother smiled wickedly at her. “Oh, you’re not done, honey,” she said ominously. “There’s just one more thing you gotta do first.”
“What’s that?” Alison wanted to know.
“We want to watch you fuck your ass with it!”
“MOM??”
“What’s the matter, honey? A slut like you can’t get it in, not even for your fiancé? Your mom sure as hell could. Give that thing to me and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“No; I’ll do it!” Alison said grudgingly, unwilling to let her mom get one up on her at anything. First she got on her hands and knees. Then she began pushing it into her anus. She winced as her anal ring started to give, and she whimpered in pain as she slowly slid it inside.
“Now fuck yourself with it,” her mom told her. “Show your fiancé the kind of whore he’s getting.”
Alison thrust it in and out, whimpering how big it was. But once she saw how our cocks were standing at attention, she actually started throwing herself into it. Grabbing on tight she looked lustfully at Ron and I before really fucking her shit-hole.
Her mom thought that was the hottest thing she’d ever seen her daughter do. She sat and fingered herself to orgasm while we all watched. “I guess that’s it,” Evelick finally said, appearing satisfied.
“Not so fast, mom,” Alison replied when she had finished and had gently pulled the dildo out. “Now I think it’s my turn to do something to you.”
“Do what?”
“Turn the boys on even more. This is for Ron and Riwa, right? Now it’s my turn to have YOU do something. Or are you afraid it might hurt a little.”
“I can take anything you can dish out, honey.”
“Then get on your back, mom!”
Amazingly her mother did as she was told. Then Alison smiled before closing her hand into a fist and showing it to the two of us. She smiled knowingly as Ron gasped, “Oh fuck; yeah!!” I just nodded my head agreeably, too astonished to speak.
Evelick got this wide-eyed look on her face as her daughter pushed her fist against her cunt. It slowly gave way until we all watched incredulously as it went further and further inside. Alison’s mom was reduced to blubbering.
Her daughter started thrusting harder and harder. But when Evelick saw how hard our cocks had become, she went crazy with sexual lust as she gasped, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK! Do it harder, honey! Ohmygawd; I’m gonna cum! Fist your slut-whore mother! Fuck; make it hurt!” Alison just grinned at us from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Evelick had a screaming orgasm. But Alison brutally fisted her mom until the poor thing had two more. Then she pulled her fist out as the two women looked at us, panting heavily for breath. Ron and I were both sporting serious erections.
“Honey, I think we’ve forgotten someone,” Evelick said remorsefully. Alison looked at her mother and then looked at us before nodding.
“Sorry guys,” she said apologetically. “I guess we got a little carried away.”
“Yes,” her mom added, appearing equally regretful. “How can we make it up to you boys?”
Ron wasn’t about to let this one slide. “Well, sis; you can start by sucking my cock. If you can fist mom and enjoy it, you can sure as hell can suck your brother’s cock.” Then he laid out on the floor as he added, “Mom, you can help her if you want.”
Alison looked like she was more than willing. She told her brother she was going to give him her best blowjob ever. Then she started right in, taking him deep down her throat. Ron moaned while I was left watching a hot incestuous scene with mother, daughter and brother.
Alison sucked him like a pro. It wasn’t long until he began shooting into her mouth, crying out his release. “Don’t swallow!” her mom eagerly told her. “Give it to me when you’re done, honey! Let’s share it.”
Alison nodded as she sucked her brother clean. Then her mother eagerly laid out on her back as she leaned over her. Ron and I watched in awe as Ron’s cum came out of Alison’s mouth in one big glob.
Evelick eagerly took it into her mouth, waiting until her daughter had given it all to her. Then she gulped it down. “Fuck, yeah!” Ron gasped. “Mom, that was so hot!” I couldn’t believe what I had seen, and it left me with a serious hard-on.
“Now it’s Riwa’s turn, honey,” Evelick told her daughter. “On your hands and knees, baby! Let’s let him give you a good fuck, ok?”
Alison eagerly got on her knees as her mom knelt next to her, checking her ass. “Bring that bad boy over here, baby,” she told me, slapping her daughter’s ass. “This sexy whore has a hole made just for you. Bring it on over, ok? Fuck this bitch’s cunt, baby! Fuck her hard!”
I hesitantly stepped over, my cock hard and throbbing. Evelick just grabbed it and started shoving it into her daughter’s hole. “C’mon, now… don’t go easy on her! Fuck her hard, baby; she wants to be a whore for you!”
I fucked Alison hard as her mom knelt there and watched me the whole time. But she was still pretty drunk. I think I got her all hot and bothered because she suddenly stopped me.
First she made her daughter get up. Then she laid on her tummy and told her daughter to lay on top of her. “Fuck us both, Riwa!” she gasped eagerly. “Gawd, baby; just pick the slut you want! Take turns, baby! Gawd; just fuck the shit out of the two of us!”
I couldn’t believe I was fucking both mother and daughter! But there I was, thrusting into Evelick and then pulling out and pumping into her daughter who was also my fiancé. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer as I cried out, “I’M CUMMING!” before filling Alison’s cunt with my spunk.
I should’ve known their competitive streak wasn’t going to end there. “I WANT IT!” Evelick cried out as she crawled out from underneath Alison. Then she buried her face in her daughter’s muff and proceeded to slurp it out, nearly causing Alison to orgasm from her tongue.
“It’s MINE!” Alison protested. “You already got yours, mom! Give it to me!”
“Oh, all right,” her mother grumped.
Her daughter eagerly turned over onto her back. Her mom leaned over her head and opened her mouth. This time it was my spunk that dribbled out of Evelick’s mouth into Alison’s eagerly gaping maw.
She enthusiastically swallowed every drop. “Gawd; that’s hot, mom!” Ron exclaimed. His mother turned and beamed at him.
Both ladies sat up and turned toward me, totally unashamed at their barren nakedness. Obviously their alcohol consumption had totally destroyed any inhibitions they might have had. “Ok, honey,” Alison slurred. “Who’s the better fuck?”
“Hunh?” I didn’t know what would be the safest answer.
“Yes, baby; please tell us!” her mother added. “Who has the best cunt? I mean I’m sure it’s probably obvious that maturity beats youth here!”
Alison was not impressed with that remark. “Mom, just because you’re a whore doesn’t make you a good one! Now who was the best fuck, honey? It was me, right?”
“Doesn’t anyone want my opinion?” Ron asked, his cock having hardened right back up as he pointed it at them.
“Just the opinion we need!” Evelick gasped brightly. “Bring it on over here, son. Let your mother give you the fucking of your life!”
Alison was shocked. “MOM?? You incestuous COW!” It was funny the way she said it, because the very next words out of her mouth were “Ron, get on over here and fuck me instead!”
“Now who’s the incestuous bitch?” her mother wanted to know. But Alison was adamant; she wanted her brother’s cock. Ron wasted no time rushing over to his sister.
“If you’re going to get your brother off, you can damn well get me off too!” Evelick stated firmly. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl!” Alison did as she was told.
“Now fuck your sister hard, honey,” Evelick told her son. “This incestuous little whore wants it. So I damn well think you ought to give it to her.”
Ron slid into his sister’s dripping pussy and started pounding it hard. As she grunted, her mother grabbed her by a handful of hair and pulled her forward. “Lick me out, baby girl. Let’s see if that tongue of yours is any good.”
“I can lick pussy better than you, bitch,” Alison proclaimed. Then she buried her face into her mother’s muff and started licking.
It was a scene I could never imagine I would get to witness when I first came over. Ron was pounding his sister with Evelick egging him on as Alison licked her mother’s pussy. My cock got nice and hard again as I watched it all.
“That’s enough!” Ron’s mom called out. “It’s my turn to ride that cock now, baby girl! You’ve had your fun already!”
“But MOM?!”
“No ‘BUTS’, honey!” her mother stated. Then she looked over at her son. “Honey, why don’t you get on the floor for your dear, sweet mother.”
“Ok, mom!” Ron gasped eagerly.
I watched as Ron lay on the floor on his back. His mother climbed on top and slowly eased his cock into her dripping snatch. Then she told her daughter to sit on Ron’s face and make her brother eat her out.
Once more I found myself watching something so utterly astonishing – so incredibly erotic – that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would witness it. Evelick gasped and moaned, encouraging her son to fuck the shit out of her. Meanwhile Alison moaned as she looked at me, telling me what Ron was doing to her and asking me if I was enjoying what I was watching.
All three of them came at nearly the same time. When Evelick climbed off her son, Ron’s cum leaked out of her well-fucked pussy. Alison eagerly sucked it all out and swallowed without being asked. Then as Ron walked over to me, both women looked at us expectantly. “So who’s the best?” his mother wanted to know.
Ron looked at me and winked as though secretly trying to get me to string the evening along. “Gee, mom; I’m not sure,” he admitted, acting hesitant. “You’re both really good, but it’s kinda hard to tell. I guess if you count how tight you are. then I’d say Alison wins that one because your pussy is a little loose.”
“Is that true?” Evelick asked me, disappointment in her voice.
“Well…” I hesitated, not wanting to admit to anything.
“We’re going to settle this once and for all!” Evelick demanded. “It’s not just the pussy that matters, right? Other holes are important too! Now get over here, Riwa, and fuck your mother-in-law-to-be’s ass!”
I couldn’t believe it, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I was certainly glad I hadn’t drank that much, because I really wanted to remember this night. I went over and she bent over and helped guide me in before she started rocking back against me.
“Fuck me!” Evelick gasped deliriously. “Fuck me hard!”
“Are you sure?” I asked carefully.
“Absolutely! I want you to know what kind of a mother-in-law you’re getting. I’m a much better fuck than that slutty daughter of mine. Give it to me like you mean it!”
I started ramming her hard until she started to gasp. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy had been. She was very enthusiastic, eagerly begging me to fuck her.
If this was indeed a competition between her and her daughter, she was doing her damnedest to gain ground on the woman I was planning on marrying. Then I heard Alison call out my name. “See what you’re missing, baby?” That’s when I turned to look.
Alison was riding her brother’s cock, and it was jammed up her ass. He was telling her how tight she felt and what a good fuck she was. But she was looking over at me, giving me a slutty smile.
“Gawd, he’s really giving it to me, baby! But you know it’s your cock I love up my ass; right?”
Her mom turned and saw her daughter taunting her, and the race was on. Both women went nuts acting like the sluttiest of whores. Alison allowed her own brother to fuck her in the ass like it was no big deal at all.
Meanwhile, her mom called herself a filthy, fucking whore as she told me to brutalize her shit-hole. Ron and I came as both women got off with mammoth orgasms. But I doubted they would remember anything in the morning.
Both women wanted to switch partners and be fucked again. Evelick wanted her son to know just what kind of an ass-whore she was. Alison wanted me to appreciate her nice, tight little hole. But Ron and I needed a bit of a break. Besides, I could see the wheels turning in his mind.
“I don’t know, mom,” he said thoughtfully. “You took the clothespins like a trooper. But sis looked so hot when I whipped her.”
Alison beamed as her mother fumed. “And baby,” I told my bride to be. “You were great with that huge dildo. But your mother really acted like a filthy whore when you fisted her. She came hard, and it was hot to watch. So I’m still not really sure who’s the best.”
Her mother smiled triumphantly from the compliment. Alison turned and glared at her. “You want a hot bondage scene?” Alison finally asked in challenge. “Then you GOT it!”
“Oh, this I’ve got to see!” her mother laughed. Both women were still pretty much hammered. But they refused to stop.
Alison grabbed Ron and took him downstairs, telling me to wait until he came back up to get us. Evelick took the time to kiss me all over. She told me how sexy I was and that maybe we could get together from time to time to really satisfy my sexual needs, needs she wasn’t sure her daughter could provide.
Ron came back upstairs about 20 minutes later to announce Alison was ready. So the three of us went down. When we rounded the corner I saw her tied up on some sort of wooden box.
Rope severely cut through her pussy, and there was some sort of suction on her tits. There was also a gag through her mouth. “Go ahead, buddy,” Ron waved at me. “She wants you to enjoy yourself. Make her suffer.”
Evelick was not to be outdone. She told her son to come upstairs with her and help set her up as well. I could not believe how competitive they were.
I went over and pulled on the ropes, making Alison cry out in agony. But she had this look as if to say, “Do it again, baby! Get yourself off on my suffering! That cow upstairs has nothing on me!”
I yanked a few more times on the ropes. She screamed in agony through her gag. Then Ron came back down, strangely wearing a black shirt.
“Mom’s ready for us,” he said with a huge grin. “Gawd; this is getting good!” Then he whispered into my ear so that Alison couldn’t hear… “Damn, buddy! If this keeps up they might just snuff themselves for us!”
He helped me untie Alison from her bondage. Then she pressed up against me, kissing me deeply. I could still taste alcohol on her breath.
“Was it good for you?” she asked lustfully. “Will I win this one?” So I suggested, “Let’s go up and see what your mother has to offer.”
“Do we have to? Stay down here with me, Riwa! Tell me I’m the best; ok?”
“Well, you’re pretty damn close,” I admitted as I smiled at her. She beamed back at me before kissing me again.
We went upstairs to find her mother tied with her arms behind her back. There was a blindfold on her face and some rope coming down helping keep her on her feet. There was some sort of scarf or something dangling around her neck.
“Watch this?” Ron said with a grin. Then he walked over to his mother.
He grabbed the scarf and pulled it. “Shall I snuff you, mom?” he asked ominously, reaching out and grabbing her tit. “Shall I strangle the life out of you?”
“Gawd, yes!” she gasped. “Do it, honey! Snuff your own mother for your pleasure! Snuff me like the worthless whore I am!”
I stared in utter shock as Ron grinned at me. Amazingly he had his mother right where he wanted her. Alison looked at Ron in surprise… and then at her mother. Then she looked down and saw how hard my cock was seeing her mother like that.
At that moment I think Alison in her alcohol induced stupor actually thought she was going to lose to her mother. That was something she just could not accept. “NO!” she cried out. “We were doing bondage! Now it’s my turn again! If anyone’s going to be snuffed first, it’s going to be ME!”
She turned to me where she literally started begging me. I could see the pleading look in her eyes. “Hang me first, honey! You always get hard when you see hanging pictures. Hang me instead of that old cow. You know my tits bounce better than her saggy knockers. I want you to get off snuffing me. Let’s do it now!”
“No!” Evelick called out. “Snuff me now, Ron! I’m already set up! Do it, honey; you know you want to! I want you to enjoy snuffing your own mother! I’m the best snuff-slut in this house, and everybody knows it!”
“Mom, you slut! Snuff me instead, Riwa! I’ll give you the best snuff of your life!” I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard it myself.
Ron just grinned at me. Then he turned and started untying his mother. “Fair is fair, mom. I suppose sis should go first since it’s her turn again.”
Alison cried out triumphantly as Ron freed his mother. She walked over, picked up someone’s half-filled glass of wine and drained it in one gulp. Then she smiled happily as she exclaimed, “I get to go first!”
We all went downstairs where Ron set up a noose over an exposed length of iron pipe. Alison was giddy with excitement. I don’t think she had a single clue what was really going to happen. As far as she was concerned she and her mom were still trying to one-up each other.
Ron had Alison step up on a stool. Then he noosed his sister. Both his cock and mine were straining visibly. I could tell Alison was taking our visible erections as an extreme compliment when she smiled at her mother as if to say, “Fuck you, bitch! They’re turned on seeing me getting ready to hang!”
“Now I want you both to fuck me as I hang,” she told us, looking defiantly at her mother. “This is going to be the best hanging EVER!”
“Anything you say, sis,” Ron replied enthusiastically. “Any last words?” That’s when he lifted his foot and placed it up against the stool.
“I WIN!” was all she said happily. Then he kicked it away.
Alison gawked and gurgled, the rope taking her full weight as her face started to turn red. She started to kick up a storm while Ron and I admired her dance. Then she swung softly. That’s when we both stepped forward, knowing time was short.
Her mom didn’t look pleased as we stepped forward to give her daughter a flying fuck. I slipped behind Alison and slowly slid into her ass as her brother found her cunt. She had just enough energy left to wrap her legs around him, using him to lift herself up enough to get a little more air.
She must have found some energy because she began fucking her brother’s hard cock. She gasped and gurgled, making delicious wet noises as we fucked her together. “You’re definitely winning now, honey,” I encouraged as I reached around to grope her tits from behind.
That seemed to give her a burst of energy hearing me say that. She started grunting and riding Ron a little harder. That’s when he gasped, “Gawd, buddy; you should feel her cunt spasming around my cock!”
“Oh, yeah? Well her tight ass is doing incredible things to my cock back here!” Then I pinched her nipples as I savagely mauled her tits. Alison shuddered, and I like to think it was because she appreciated the attention I was giving her breasts.
Standing off to one side, her mother scowled unhappily. Her daughter was obviously winning the competition to see who was the best slut/whore/snuff. I could tell it wasn’t setting very well with her. I could only imagine the things she might ask us to do to her next, perhaps to help her come out on top?
It wasn’t long until Ron cried out as he rammed his cock hard inside his sister, filling her cunt with his spunk. A moment later I erupted into her ass. Alison gawked and gurgled as we fucked her hard. I could tell the noose was taking her life away little by little.
Ron and I both pulled out, allowing Alison to sway softly. “Let the slut hang!” her mother stated. We all watched as Alison’s life ebbed away.
Evelick suddenly noticed cum dripping out of her daughter’s holes. It was as if she’d forgotten her duties or something… “SHIT!”
She got down on her knees as best she could in her intoxicated condition. Then she began licking her daughter’s muff in an attempt to get as much of her son’s cum as she could. I though I saw Alison shudder as though her body was going through one last orgasm.
Her chest heaved, but she was unable to draw another breath into her lungs. At that moment it was as though reality set in at what she’d done to herself. But it was much too late. The next thing we heard was a death rattle that came up from somewhere inside her. Then the life flicked out of her eyes as she hung limp except for the occasional muscle twitch.
Her mom was licking cum out of her pussy when I heard Alison start to piss herself. Evelick never slowed down as she dutifully licked that up as well. Maybe she was too drunk to notice, or maybe she didn’t care.
Maybe she was much too turned on by it all. Maybe she believed it was a part of her winning the competition. All I know is that she licked up every drop. Then she went around back and began licking out her dead daughter’s ass, making sure not to miss any cum from that hole either.
Ron and I were utterly astonished at what we were watching. Then Evelick finally got up and gave her daughter a push. Alison lifelessly swayed back and forth.
“Fuckin’ whore!” Ron’s mom muttered at her daughter. “Ok – ok; so she gave us a half-decent hanging.” Then she looked at the two of us.
“You boys really get off on that?”
Ron never once hesitated. “Absolutely, mom! I’ve always wanted to snuff sis! Deep down so did Riwa. She was a hot fuck and a great snuff-slut!” Then he paused before quietly adding, “That’s gonna be pretty hard to beat, mom.”
“Well, boys; I think I can top that. Wait right here.”
We watched as she stumbled up the stairs. Ron and I looked at each other in confusion, wondering what she had in mind. But I could tell he was hoping we were going to get to snuff his mother.
She came back down five minutes later with a metal bucket and another stool. In the bucket was a large butcher knife. She placed the stool down under an adjacent pipe and then handed me the bucket. Then she told us, “I want you boys to snuff me in the most painful way imaginable.”
I looked at her in surprise. Ron had this huge grin on his face. She looked like she wasn’t kidding!
“Boys, I’m serious.” She told Ron, “Honey, I want you to fuck my ass as I hang.” Then she looked me right in the eye.
“Riwa, I want you to take that knife and gut me. Fuck my belly, baby! Then reach in and pull out my guts and dump them in the bucket! I’d say that should beat my dead whore daughter!”
Ron incredulously asked, “Are you sure, mom?”
“Damn straight, honey!”
“Fucking hell!” Ron gasped. “I can’t think of anything hotter! Mom, I’d say you win by a fucking mile!”
His mother grinned from ear to ear. Then she turned to her dangling dead daughter. “Hear that, honey? I’m going to WIN!”
She gave my dead fiancé a triumphant shove. Alison swung back and forth again. I saw cum or urine drip off her big toe onto the floor.
Evelick stepped up onto the stool before Ron tied her arms behind her back. Then he brought the noose down over her neck. She gasped and shivered excitedly, especially when I placed the bucket right in front of her.
She eagerly told me, “I want you to gut me while I’m still alive, baby! I want both you boys to get off on this. Make it one that will blow your sister’s hanging away, son. Make it one for the history books!”
“No problem, mom!” Ron gasped excitedly.
He tightened the noose around her neck. Then he savagely groped her tits. “Time to die, mom!” he gasped excitedly.
I could see her pussy was wet with excitement. “Do it!” she exclaimed eagerly. “Do it now, boys!” Then Ron kicked the stool out from under her.
We let her swing back and forth for a couple of minutes. Then Ron stepped behind her and steadied her. “Here it comes, mom!” he gasped as he savagely thrust into her ass.
She jerked as her eyes flew open wide. I murmured, “Fuck; that’s hot!” When she heard that she got this happy expression on her face as her son started to give her a good hard butt-fucking.
I gave her a couple more minutes. By that time I could tell by the look in her eyes she was begging for the knife. I adjusted the bucket closer before pulling the knife out, brandishing it in front of her so she could see it… “Here it comes, whore!”
Sweat dripped down off her face as I plunged the blade into her stomach just below her rib cage. She gawked and gurgled as I began fucking her with it. Ron egged me on as his mother jerked from the pain of the noose and the blade, telling me to gut her like a fish. I told him she was one kinky whore and that she’d definitely won as I gutted her all the way down to her clit.
She was still gurgling and jerking around when I reached in and started pulling her guts out. They spilled into the bucket with a noticeable plop. I swear she shuddered from an orgasm, although at that moment I could tell by the look in her eyes she was in pure agony.
I reached inside and felt around the warmth of her insides, pulling out more guts and other organs. I left her heart and lungs as she still needed those for the few moments she had left. Then I stuck my fist into her pussy, shoving hard and upward.
“You win,” I told her with a smile. “You’re the kinkiest, most filthiest whore I’ve ever come across. You were willing to allow us to snuff your own daughter… and now you’re letting us snuff your worthless ass? What a fucking whore!”
Ron drove his cock up hard into her ass. She gawked again as her eyes flew open wide. Together we ruthlessly fucked her, him with his cock up her ass and me with my fist up her cunt.
“Snuff her, Ron,” I urged him. “Snuff her now!” That’s when he grabbed onto her shoulders.
He pulled down hard. There was a “GAWK” and then a loud “CRICK”. Immediately she went limp in the noose.
Ron roared as he shot his load up her filthy shit-hole. A moment later my hard cock went off as I spewed my load into the opening to her stomach. Then we both pulled out and looked in amazement at what we’d accomplished… mother and daughter hanging side by side like sides of beef, especially the side of beef that was his mother as she hung gutted.
“Damn, Riwa; I need a drink!”
“Me too, Ron.” Then we both went upstairs to wet our whistles, leaving mother and daughter to hang together…
© 2009; 2017 (Written for Alison, Ron and Evelick Sep 25 ’09; ed. Aug 31 ‘17 by riwa)
(Pictures found on the net and captioned for illustration purposes only.)
Author’s note: This is a story I wrote 12 years ago when I was first working on underwater/drowning stories. A fan discovered my writings and asked me to do a task-oriented story where the female gets herself into trouble. So this is what I came up with. It is largely intact and unedited from the original version so you can see how my writing style has evolved over the years.
Late for work
Jennifer found a spot to park and got out of her vehicle. She retrieved her towel, lunch sack and cell phone, locked the car, stuffed the keys in her pants pocket and headed off to her favorite swimming hole. It was nestled in a wooded part of the city, just off the river.
She had decided to come here in an attempt to wake up. A nice invigorating swim was just what she needed to shake the lethargy out of her eyes before she went to work. For the umpteenth time, she promised herself that she wouldn’t party so late on a Sunday night.
She followed the winding path, turned left and headed off toward the trees that ringed the perimeter of the pond. She was looking forward to a good swim and a little healthy flirting if there were any cute guys present. That was one thing she couldn’t be sure of on this Monday afternoon, although it was early summer.
Jen arrived at her favorite spot. For the moment it was deserted. No one was jumping off the big tree into the pond today, although it was still early… just a little after noon.
She set her belongings on the towel and stripped off her work clothes, revealing a dark red bikini that matched her dark red hair. She set everything in a bundle and headed down to the water’s edge. Since it dropped off so quickly, she dove right into the water and swam under the surface, allowing the coolness of the pond to awaken her.
She surfaced, took a breath and jack-knifed and headed for the tree at the bottom. She came up to a branch, wrapped her legs around it and pressed herself against it. She held her watch in front of her face, allowed twenty seconds go by, then released the branch and surfaced.
That felt good…
After twenty minutes of uninterrupted swimming, she felt the first warning pangs of hunger. Reluctantly she swam to the shore, got out of the water, spread out her towel, sat down on it and started on her salad and diet coke.
She watched as a couple of boys showed up and dropped their belongings nearby. They looked to be around 14 or 15. They gawked at her before they headed to the tree. She smiled at them and then went back to her salad as they started jumping off the higher branches into the pond.
After lunch, Jen watched them for a few minutes… felt her lethargy threaten to return. ‘I’ve really got to stop staying up so late on Sunday night,’ she thought. Maybe jumping off the tree with them would give her the adrenaline rush she needed to get her through the rest of the afternoon so she could put in some quality hours at the restaurant.
“Can I jump with you?”
“S – sure,” one of them stuttered. The other one elbowed him, unable to believe their good fortune. Wait until they told the gang back at the neighborhood about the red-haired red-bikinied babe they’d spent the afternoon with.
She climbed half-way up so as not to intimidate them and jumped off, hitting the pond with a refreshing splash. She swam underwater for a short distance, then surfaced and headed back to the shore as first one, and then the other, leaped in after her.
This went on for about 45 minutes. Then she decided that a quick nap would top off her visit to the pond. She excused herself from the two wild-eyed teenagers, spread her towel out on the ground and stretched herself out upon it, giving the boys the opportunity to stare shamelessly at her bikini as she napped…
—–
It took four rings before her cell phone jolted her awake. She picked it up and looked at the number…
It was the restaurant. Why were they calling…?
“Hello.”
“I thought you were coming in early today to help the new girl?”
“Early?” She looked at her watch.
It was 3:30…
“Oh shit… I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. I lost track of the time.”
“You do this every Monday, Jennifer. You’re becoming unreliable.”
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Johnson…”
“You partied again last night, didn’t you!” the voice declared.
“Uh… yeah… kinda…” she replied a little sheepishly. ‘Shit!’ she thought. ‘I’ve REALLY got to stop partying on Sunday night!’
“No more,” the voice stated. “If you’re late one more time, Jennifer, I’m replacing you. That includes today. Be here at four o’clock. If you show up at 4:01, don’t even bother coming in the door.” The line went dead.
‘He’s really pissed,’ she thought fearfully. ‘I better get out of here.’
She checked her watch again as she started pulling her pants on. ‘If I leave now, I can make it with a few minutes to spare.’
She patted her pocket… did NOT feel the reassuring bulge of her car keys. She shoved her hands into both pockets.
Empty.
She looked at the two young men. They were smiling at her, as though they knew something she didn’t.
“You didn’t take my keys, did you?” she growled at them.
“Do you know somebody named Sylvia and Monica?” one of them asked her as he picked up his stuff.
“Sylvia and MONIQUE?” she asked with a growing sense of dread.
“Yeah.”
“How do YOU know them?” ‘Oh god,’ she thought worriedly. ‘They didn’t… did they?’
“They came by to see you, but you were sleeping so they took your keys and…”
“They DIDN’T!” Jen cried out in horror.
“Yeah, they did…” the other replied, “… right out there…” He pointed out to the middle of the pond where the large sunken tree was. “They said you guys do that to each other all the time. They told us not to breathe a word until you woke up.”
“SHIT!” she exclaimed. This was NOT the time to play dive-and-find-your-car-keys. “I don’t suppose you could drive me to work, could you?”
“Sorry. We walked. Besides, we can’t drive yet!”
She was screwed. Sylvia and Monique meant well, but this time their little game was gonna get her ass fired unless she could find her keys in one hell of a hurry.
She scrambled to get out of her pants and headed down to the water. It was a good thing she’d gotten that bright orange day-glo key ring a month ago. This was the third time they’d tossed her keys into this very pond.
“You want our help?” one of the boys called out to her.
“No!” Jen replied as she dove into the water.
“Ok.” The two teenagers started toward home, leaving Jen to search for her car keys alone.
The frantic redhead swam out along the bottom, praying that she’d find them quickly. She had to maneuver around large branches, roots and trunks. On any other day, she’d enjoy a good game of find-your-keys…
She surfaced, swam out a little farther, took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the bottom…
‘Please, let me find them quickly – please, let me find them quickly… why did they have to walk by the park today… I shouldn’t have taken that nap… please, let me find them quickly…’
Frustrated, she surfaced and gasped for breath. They could be anywhere out here. Damnit, they shouldn’t be THAT hard to spot. She took a deep breath, jack-knifed again… dove for the bottom…
She looked around the big tree trunk…
FOUND ‘EM!
They lay majestically on a patch of muddy bottom, underneath several crisscrossing branches. She made a beeline for them, but was stopped short by a couple of branches that blocked her path. She swam in from another angle, gained a few inches, but was still short. She moved to another opening, felt the burn in her chest as she stretched her arm toward them…
‘Damnit, I’m so close…’
She felt a convulsion in her chest and headed back to the surface in frustration. She broke the water and gasped in an attempt to catch her breath.
She checked her watch. If she could get them in her next dive, put on her clothes over her wet swimsuit, run like hell for the car, drive ten miles over the speed limit through town without getting caught… she might barely make it.
She was convinced. No more Sunday night parties! She took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the tree.
She found a large opening between two branches and worked her way through it. She found another opening which led her toward the tree…THERE THEY WERE. She would need to slip past two branches and work her way around. She’d be proud of her ability to get to them if she wasn’t in such a damn hurry.
She wedged herself past a crisscross pattern, reached out and snagged them triumphantly. She’d have to tell Sylvia and Monique about this. She’d never retrieved her keys from underneath the tree before.
She managed to turn herself around in the enclosed space… headed back the way she had come… there was the crisscross…
She burbled her way through as the burn in her lungs increased… slipped under a branch and moved forward…
She reached a point that looked unfamiliar. She tried to squeeze through the narrow opening… couldn’t quite get through…
Don’t panic… You just missed a branch, that’s all. They all tend to look alike down here… just go back and find the opening you came through…
She worked her way back, burbled out some air to alleviate the growing fire in her lungs.
Work past those branches there… just got to… squeeze through… and now left… no right… it’s that opening over there…
She wedged herself through another small opening, lost another burst of air. She felt fear rise in her throat, fought to keep it down. Panic would only get her killed.
There… through that opening… ‘burble’… then over to that big spot and out…
What the hell…?
She was back under the main body of the tree where she’d first retrieved her keys.
Too confusing… let’s try the other direction… ‘burble’…
She felt a convulsion in her chest that DEMANDED her immediate attention…
Through this opening here… shit, it’s too small… back up and go through that one over there…
The next chest convulsion was even more painful. It nearly caused her to inhale. Her cheeks bulged as she fought to hold her air in.
There… through that opening and up… damnit, it’s too small… back up and over to that one…
Air suddenly burst out of her body. Instinctively she grabbed her mouth and nose as her lungs convulsed inside her in an attempt to get oxygen…
She worked her way back to the place she’d found her keys…
Inhaled…
She convulsed as her body attempted to repel the water sucked into the lungs. She coughed, snorted water into her nose, which caused her to pull in another lungful of water through her mouth.
She began jerking spasmodically as she clawed at the crisscrossing limbs in a feeble effort to escape her cage of trunk and branches.
She cried out, only no sound came forth… just a small burble of air…
She convulsed painfully, spasmed as her body weakened. She made a last feeble attempt to swipe away the branches that lay across her path…
The rest of her air burbled up and away. She floated on her back up against the limbs of the big tree. She stared up at the surface… dimly realized that she was going to be late for work…
Then her eyes glazed over…
© 2005 (written for jqpublic Jul 28 ’05 by riwa)
3
I was tempted to stay and watch Victoria with Louisa. But it was early with the guillotine as I had just ridden it first. Besides, I wanted a good, stiff drink to steady my nerves.
Dorothy could tell I needed something. “C’mon, love,” she said as she grabbed my arm. “I know just what you need.” And with that we left the ladies to have their guillotine fun as we headed upstairs.
James followed us up as we went to the main floor. Dorothy led us over to a wetbar. A nice looking woman named Lorraine who might have been Victor’s wife was there to fix something for us.
Dottie ordered something for me she told me she liked that usually settled her nerves. Lorraine promptly fixed the same drink for all three of us. I took a gulp and felt the warmth of the refreshing concoction go right through me.
It did seem to make me feel better. Then Dorothy’s husband smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Julie. How did you like your first ride in the guillotine?”
“It was… I was… I guess I don’t know how to answer that, James. I was scared… excited… terrified… aroused… I don’t know. I sure was wet and embarrassed the way I was licked and fingered. But watching that timer tick on the wall in front of me was bloody unsettling, even though I was the first one to use it. I kept thinking, ‘I have to ride this for five minutes?? What if the blade comes down early? What if I lose my head?’ “
Dorothy chuckled at me as she took another sip of her drink. “Helluva rush, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I don’t think I ever want to do that again, Dorothy. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, the orgasm was intense as hell. Yet I could feel this massive surge of terror ripple through me as though I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.”
“So you’re never going to ride it again; is that it?” James looked at me dubiously as though he wasn’t sure he believed me.
“Oh hell no! Never in a million… well, never in a thousand… I can’t imagine I’d ever…” I paused as I thought about it before quietly murmuring, “Oh bloody hell.”
“She’s going to ride it again, James! I can see it in her eyes!”
He laughed at his wife’s reaction. I stared at her incredulously. “Dorothy?? Are you bloody crazy?”
“I can tell, love. You hesitated while you were talking about it. You’re already thinking about riding it again, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m bloody hell not!”
“Hah!” Then she held her glass in a toast to her husband as she declared, “Here’s to watching Julie riding the guillotine again before we go home.”
James responded by making a toast of his own. “Here’s to me wondering if my blushing bride will still have her head attached when we leave.” Dorothy just got this faraway look in her eyes before hastily downing the rest of her drink.
We wandered around meeting people before getting a little bite to eat. We saw Victoria and Louisa had returned to the main floor. She loudly told Victor he wouldn’t be cooking Louisa right now, but he might get another shot later in the afternoon. That generated some laughter and applause.
It was a very informal get-together. People milled around visiting with each other. I could hear some of his guests talking sports and politics. But those were topics I had no interest in. My mind was on that bloody machine set up down in the basement.
I saw Dorothy start to get all fidgety. Then she looped her arm through her husband’s. “Wanna go downstairs for some guillotine roulette, love?”
“Are you trying to make me a widow? Or are you simply interested in seeing if Victor can fix me a special plate of your sweet ass medium rare?”
“You’ll never know unless we go on down and give it a whirl, love. Besides, your cock gets so hard when you’re fucking me in the guillotine. Deep down I think you want to feel what my body will do once the blade drops.”
There was something in her eyes that made me think she was itching to go back down and try it out. “How about you, love?” she asked me with a knowing smile. “Care to give it another go?”
“I’m not sure,” I stammered nervously.
Thing of it is: I was actually giving it some thought. But I had no one to fuck me. And I didn’t want to ask Dorothy if I could borrow her husband once I got the nerve.
“Let’s go see who’s riding the guillotine,” she told me with a smile as she grabbed my arm. I could tell she was becoming rather breathless about the whole thing. I didn’t think she was going to be satisfied until she had a go at it.
I looked at James who just shook his head good-naturedly. I wasn’t sure I would have been so accepting of risking my spouse for a game of guillotine roulette. But I could certainly understand what Dottie saw in taking the crazy chance.
We made our way downstairs, only to hear voices drifting up from the basement. It sounded like there were people down in his guillotine room. Would James and Dottie have an audience when they took their turn?
When we got down there I saw 4 couples. One was using the machine while the others cheered them on. Some were dressed and some were naked.
The first thing I did was glance at the time on that monitor on the wall. It read 58:14… 58:15… 58:16. They were almost an hour into the two hour limit Victor had built into the damned thing.
A couple who must have been in their late forties or early fifties were standing there naked. Both looked like they were really tanned except for white outlines around her B-cup breasts and highlighting both their crotches, hers showing a bit of a bush. His cock was hard and she was absentmindedly stroking it.
There was an older couple standing there still dressed. He had a short, white beard and she had short, dark permed hair that was greying in spots. They hadn’t undressed, although I could tell he had a bulge. Did that mean they were going to use it soon? Or were they just enjoying the show?
I saw a naked young couple standing there watching. He had a long, thick cock that was noticeably hard. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, and was almost a head shorter than her companion. She too was stroking his cock as they watched, with him reaching around her back to grope one of her large boobs.
Using the guillotine was a couple who looked to be in their early 40’s. She had short, dark blonde hair and was strapped in as her partner fucked her from behind. He had a receding hairline and was giving it to her good.
The early fifties couple saw us walk up. The female remarked, “It looks like Dorothy and James have arrived for a turn. You’ll have to wait until Ken and Sybil are done using it, love!” They smiled knowingly at us as though already assuming Dottie was going for a ride.
Dorothy looked excitedly at the couple in the guillotine. I’m not sure if it mattered if she was in it or whether it was someone else. Her reaction seemed to be the same: one of lustful excitement. As for James, I noticed he was already sporting a bulge.
Ken was really giving it to Sybil while she lay strapped down to the guillotine. They didn’t seem to mind some of the couples were naked while watching them. The early fifties couple caught my questioning look and smiled.
“I’m Joyce and this is my husband Warren. We’ve already had our turn. The Wylie’s are in it now, and the Sampson’s are thinking about going next. Isn’t that right?” she called over to them.
The naked young blonde smiled at us. “We might let Dottie go next. That will increase the risk and excitement for us if we wait. I’m Rita and this is my boyfriend Jeff. As you can tell…” and she pulled on his hard, thick manhood “…he’s really enjoying the show.”
I saw the timer on the wall pass the one hour mark. If anything it made Sybil gasp with excitement. She let out a cry of “Ohmygawd; I’m cumming!” as her husband rammed her hard.
She let out an orgasmic scream as he thrust hard into her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching her orgasm right there on the guillotine with others looking on. It made me blush… and yet I was terribly aroused.
He pulled out of her cunt, and I saw a little cream leak out of her pussy onto the bench. Joyce reached over and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 1:02:47.
“Gawd, that was incredible!” Sybil gasped in the guillotine. “Every time I ride this bloody thing it just keeps getting better and better!”
“One of these days that blade’s going to fall,” her husband reminded her as he helped unstrap her. “What are we going to tell our kids then?”
“I guess you’ll just have to get them a new mum,” she panted. “This bloody thing’s addictive!”
When he helped her to her feet I saw moisture on the bench. The wife of the older, clothed couple smiled as she took a rag and wiped it down. “We’re Esther and Melvin Ryerson,” she told me. “I’m still working up the nerve to go for a ride.”
“You should definitely try it out!” Sybil gasped. I know she had just come off the thing with her head still intact and her body alive in orgasm. But what if that didn’t work out for the next couple??
“You’re next,” Melvin told the younger Sampsons. His wife looked admiringly at Jeff’s thick cock as though she was eager to watch him fuck his girlfriend with it.
“Shall we let Dottie go first?” she told her boyfriend. “We can let her go first if you want.”
“Oh no,” Dorothy waved at them. “You two can go next if you want. I’m willing to wait.” Was she really that willing to delay and risk a greater chance of losing her head?
“Dorothy always has such loud, lovely orgasms,” Joyce observed. “She can go next if she wants.” Then she gave a sly wink as she added, “Maybe this time James will get lucky.”
I was wondering how long this indecision was going to go on. James made the decision when he started helping undress his wife. “C’mon, love. Might as well go now. This may be your big moment, although it’s certainly nothing to lose your head over.”
Everyone had a good laugh at that as they both got undressed. I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious still being in my sundress. At least the older Ryersons were still fully clothed.
James cock sprung free as he dropped his briefs. Dorothy sat on the bench and gave him a few sucks to get him harder. I couldn’t believe she was blowing him right there in front of everyone!
She smiled at me as she said, “Guess I’d better do this now as I might not get another chance to taste him if my head comes off.” I could tell she was both nervous and excited. She almost looked like she was starting to become a little hesitant.
She finally stopped sucking him before laying herself out flat on the bench on her stomach. Her legs hung off the end, bent at the knees just like Sybil previously. Joyce and Sybil helped James strap her down. Then Joyce reached over for the latch as she smiled at Dorothy’s husband…
“Ready when you are, James.”
He nodded as he thrust into Dottie’s wet pussy. Joyce pulled the latch down, locking the lunette. Once more the timer on the wall began ticking.
“Oh bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped as her husband started shafting her. The women cheered her on while the guys watched and whistled appreciatively. Every cock was hard watching her get fucked in the guillotine.
I became breathless as I watched. My knickers were getting wet under my sundress. I couldn’t believe I was watching Dorothy and James fuck naked in the guillotine right in front of me! And I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going for a ride myself!!
The timer passed the 1:05:00 mark. James fucked her nice and slow as though he was taking his time. She gasped and moaned, her eyes glued to the timer in front of her.
“Gawd; look at her!” Sybil gasped appreciatively. “She really loves it!”
Ken smiled as he replied, “Maybe Victor will get a chance to roast her up if the blade falls.” James just smiled at them as Dottie gasped and whimpered.
They passed their five minutes in the guillotine and kept right on fucking. Dorothy became more and more excited as though she was about to go nuts. Then James rammed her really hard.
She screamed his name in orgasm as she shuddered hard while he pumped her full of his seed. I stared at the blade, watching in awe as I wondered if this might be the moment it might come plummeting down. Then James slowly pulled out, panting for breath.
I saw a little spunk leak out of her pussy onto the bench. This time it was Sybil who stepped up and popped the latch to the lunette. The clock stopped at 1:09:13
“Bloody hell that looked good!” young Rita gasped.
“Dottie always puts on a show,” Joyce replied with a smile. “That one looked like it was bloody good!”
James unstrapped her as Sybil helped pull the lunette up off her neck. Dorothy’s eyes were glazed over. A moment later she shivered as though she’d just endured an aftershock.
“Bloody hell, love!” she panted at her husband as she sat on the bench. She took his cock and sucked it clean while sitting there trying to compose herself. Then she got up from the bench on wobbly legs.
“Now that’s a lovely bird who enjoys riding the guillotine,” Melvin observed. He looked at his wife and asked, “So what do you think?”
“Maybe,” she panted, clutching her chest from the excitement of it all.
“I guess we’re next,” Rita told everyone with a smile. Esther quickly wiped off the bench with the rag, making sure she got all of James dripping cream. Then Rita took a seat.
She pulled Jeff to her and took his hardened member deep down her throat. I wondered if maybe she was showing off a little. Then she gasped as she took him out of her mouth, telling him, “Just in case that’s the last time I get to blow you, baby.”
She willingly sprawled out face down onto the bench. Jeff and a couple ladies helped strap her down to expedite the process. Then Joyce got ready to secure the latch that would start the timer.
“Ready for the ride of your life?” she asked Rita, patting her on the head. “Bloody hell; I’m so jealous of that cock of his!”
“You should be,” Rita chuckled. Then she gasped as Jeff pushed it all the way inside her. At the same time Joyce latched the lunette, triggering the timer.
She let out a cry of “Gawd, that feels good!” Then he started thrusting in and out as the timer resumed its mission. For some reason I felt a strange shudder of anticipation.
It happened so fast it caught us all off guard. One moment we were watching Rita get fucked by her boyfriend. The next the blade came down with a whoosh, bottoming out with a loud thump. Rita’s head just disappeared into the wicker basket below as blood started pouring out of her severed neck. The timer had stopped at 1:10:51, barely a minute and a half in.
We all jumped with an “AAUUGGHH!” the moment the blade fell. Jeff cried out, “BLOODY HELL!” as his girlfriend’s headless body started hitching and jerking around on the bench. Dorothy let out an orgasmic cry… and then promptly fainted dead away. After all, had she delayed, that would now be her lying there without that pretty head on her shoulders…
© 2017 (Jul 20 ’17)
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The weather was gloomy as they left town, matching their moods. It was grey with a slight drizzle. It seemed an ominous sign.
He gave her a questioning look as she sat on the passenger side. He was sorely tempted to turn around and drive home. She just sighed as she motioned forward with her head… “Keep going.”
The weather started to clear an hour out of town. Still neither one seemed like they wanted to break the silence. In exasperation she finally gasped, “Oh for goodness sake! You’d think someone was dying!”
He looked at her in astonishment as she turned in his direction. A smile blossomed on her face as she began to giggle. He chuckled as the mood lifted, deciding they might as well enjoy the drive since it was to be their last together.
For the rest of the trip they chatted like they had done so many times before. She pointed out familiar landmarks along the way, commenting on what changes had occurred since their last trip. It was a drive they’d taken many times before, the two of them enjoying the scenery during each sojourn.
He could feel the heaviness threaten to engulf him again. He swallowed it down, determined to enjoy the trip. Then he glanced over at her, appreciating her positive spirit and the playfulness he hadn’t seen in a long time.
The trip took five hours with a stop for lunch along the way. He could feel a growing apprehension as they drew closer to their destination. He felt mixed emotions as he continued to find ways to make conversation with her.
They pulled into the motel and parked before disembarking. He carried in their overnight bags as she went up to the counter. The desk clerk smiled as she recognized them.
“Back again?”
“It’s our anniversary,” the wife told her with a smile.
“Congratulations! Welcome back.” Then she began to check her records before telling them, “I can get you that room at the end of the hall.”
“Perfect.”
She turned and looked at him, the faintest hint of a pained expression in her eyes. He made himself smile at her. She smiled back before telling him,” I’d like a swim before we go out to eat.”
“Anything you say, dear.”
They got their keycard from the clerk before walking to their room. “It’s nice to see Anne again,” she observed. “She always seems to remember us.”
“She’s always been good to us,” he agreed.
They said no more as they got to the room and went inside. The bags went at the end of the bed where she opened hers and pulled out her suit. He saw the red bikini that came out. She gave him a knowing smile before taking it to the bathroom.
He quickly changed into his trunks. He was ready when she emerged. The two-piece made her look stunning as ever, and he felt an instinctive stirring down below.
She caught him ogling her, and it made her smile. Then she took his hand. She led him down the hall to the pool at the end of the building.
They spent a good hour and a half laughing and splashing each other in the water. She allowed him to dunk her until the bubbles came up. When he let her up she was grinning happily.
They went for a soak in the nearby hot tub. He turned on the jets as she gingerly stepped into the water… “Oooh, it’s hot.”
“Too much?”
“No, darling; it’s perfect.”
They settled into the water sitting next to each other. They lapsed into silence while staring off into space. Even though they were sitting right next to each other they felt a growing distance between them.
She sighed heavily. Then she took his hand. “Let’s go down to the river. I want to see the geese and the falls.”
He helped her climb the steps out of the bubbling water, noticing the tremor had returned. He fetched a towel for her from the towel rack. Then they dried themselves off before heading back to the room.
They got dressed and then headed for the exit. The river was a short walk down the lane. They held hands, neither feeling like speaking.
There were several flocks of geese hanging out by the water’s edge. “Oh look, honey!” she gasped with joy. “They’ve had their babies!” There were a couple groups of furry little down-covered goslings nervously twittering close to their parents as the couple passed by.
They walked a mile along the path next to the riverbank until the tremor got worse. He caught her looking out at the water a couple times. It made him clutch her hand a little tighter.
They slowly made their way back to the motel, making him wonder if he’d kept her out too long. A nice restaurant sat across the street, and she wanted to go eat. They checked for crossing traffic before making their way over to the building.
They were seated in a nice part of the restaurant with a view out the window. He ordered a nice steak while she ordered fish and shrimp. He gave her a questioning look, but she smiled as she told him, “I’m hungry and I want my favorite.”
The meal was delicious. She told the waitress they were celebrating their anniversary. The comment earned them a couple of complimentary slices of cheesecake.
He ate all of his, but she only got down a couple of bites before she excused herself from the table. He stiffened as he watched her go. Then it all came flooding back. He had to fist the tears out of his eyes.
She gave him a smile as she returned. The look in her expression told it all. “Totally worth it,” she said with a smile. “You can have the rest of my cheesecake.”
He nibbled at it, fighting back the tears until she reached under the table to take his hand. She whispered, “It’ll be all right.” He wanted to tell her it wouldn’t, but he didn’t want to spoil the rest of the meal.
“My treat,” she told him as she reached into her purse and took out her credit card. He gave her a peck on the lips as the waitress came and took the card. She returned two minutes later with the card and the receipt.
He had to help her back across the street. They went to their room to watch television. She smiled as she told him he had control of the remote for a while as she was going to take a nap.
He aimlessly surfed through the channels. Nothing seemed worth watching. No doubt it was because certain things were weighing heavily on his mind.
A hand shaking his roused him from sleep. He opened his eyes to see her standing there next to the chair. She was already wearing her black bikini, the one he liked a shade better than the red one.
She gave him a look as though he’d been naughty. “You fell asleep and didn’t wake me. It’s after midnight. And I want to go for my swim.”
He felt a jolt in his stomach as a lump lodged in his throat. “Are you sure?”
“You promised me a little skinny-dip while we were here. I’m holding you to that. It’s late so we should have the pool all to ourselves.”
He got undressed right in front of her. She licked her lips to see him naked. Then he pulled out the red Speedos she’s packed for him.
He gave her a questioning look. “You know I like those, darling. Why do you think I packed them?” He smiled with some sadness as he slipped into them.
He helped her down the hall to the pool. The water was still; the pool was empty; and the lights dimmed for the night. The jets were bubbling in the hot tub. Someone must have recently been using it.
He motioned at it with his head. “Want to go for a soak?”
“I want to get in the pool first. Maybe later.” Both suspected she would now have a lot of trouble getting in and out with those bubbling jets. And the hot water would have complicated things.
He swallowed hard as he helped her down into the pool. She smiled as she drifted backward away from him. The water seemed to help stabilize her.
He swam with her out into the deep end. She had a little trouble treading water as she reached behind her back to pop the strings to her top. When the material floated away he saw her nipples were erect.
She shed her bottoms before pulling him to her. “You too,” she murmured, kissing him again as she pawed at his suit. He had to help her get it off.
She reached down and stroked him. “I’m going to miss this,” she murmured as she kissed him again. Then he felt her weaken in his grasp.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, honey.”
“You promised, darling. Besides, I want to.” She was trying to climb into his lap.
For the first time in a long time he felt himself inside her. He winced as he told her, “But it… hurts you.” But that wasn’t what was really bothering him.
“Let me… do this. It’ll be… all right.”
She climbed into his lap, slowly taking him fully inside her. He saw the flicker of pain in her expression. She deliberately gave him a smile as she got it all the way in.
“Feels nice, darling. It’s been so long.”
“Honey…”
“Take me under, darling.”
They both inhaled as they slipped under the surface. He began kissing her breasts, once more trying hard to keep the tears from flowing. She moaned as she watched him, holding his head with her hand while appreciating the attention he was giving her.
She grunted and bubbled, causing him to take them up to the surface. He tried to get her to climb off. But she stayed in his lap with him still inside her.
She looked at him with a pained expression. “I can’t… stay down as long as… I used to. I can’t… hold my breath anymore.”
“Honey, I can’t…”
“Now, Darling. I want to do it now. It’s been a wonderful day and I’ll never forget it. I even got to eat my favorite meal.”
“Honey, I…”
“I want to feel you… inside me… one last time. Besides, you promised.”
She looked right into his eyes. He could see the pleading look. He just couldn’t deny her.
She wrapped him up in her arms as she kissed him deeply. But he could feel her body trembling. And that spasm had returned in her stomach.
He took her down as he embraced her. She moaned into his mouth, hugging him tightly as she kissed him deeply. Then she shuddered as she gulped water. He was almost certain she’d done it deliberately.
For a moment she held on as though she was never going to let go. He could feel her spasming against him as he remained hard inside her clenching womanhood. It felt so wrong somehow… and yet she had wanted to do it this way since the water would help give her some stability.
The instinct to survive kicked in. But by then she was fully committed as she hitched and convulsed. The time had come.
He kissed her harder as he embraced her. She was gurgling and shuddering. Then she went limp in his grasp.
The tears boiled over as he disengaged and rose to the surface. She drifted to the floor of the pool, her stomach full of water. She stared upward at him with lifeless eyes, but he saw no accusatory stare.
He swam down, scooped up his Speedos and then made his way to the shallow end. He told himself he should never have agreed to this as he got them back on. Then he climbed out of the water and dried himself off.
He looked down at her as she lay on her back in the deep end. He wanted to curse her for talking him into this. But she’d wanted it this way, and now there would be no more pain. Besides, she’d seemed so proud getting down all that seafood before being forced to head to the restroom.
He left the pool and headed for his room. It was all he could do not to bawl his eyes out. Fifteen minutes later he was on his way back to the pool, “wondering what was taking her so long to come back to the room” when he ran into the distraught clerk coming down the hall toward him.
She was bawling her eyes out, telling him something terrible had happened to his wife in the pool. He shook his head no as they rushed to the pool. It was then all the tears he’d bottled up for the last six months came out in a torrent…
© 2017 (written Jul 28 ’17 by riwa)
(Pictures are from sexunderwater.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)