Victor’s Guillotine 2 4.1 (7)

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I got a call from Dorothy one week later. She asked me if I still wanted to go. I told her I did but that I didn’t have a date to bring with me.

“No problem, love,” she replied. “James and I will be happy to drop by and take you with us.” I told her I was grateful and that I’d be ready when they came to get me.

I cleared my Saturday schedule before picking out a nice sundress to wear. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Was this something I wouldn’t mind literally being caught dead in if the blade fell on my neck? I decided I would wait and see how the day unfolded before considering volunteering for Victor’s guillotine.

They picked me up about 10 am. Dorothy was wearing a colorful skirt and blouse with heels. James wore casual as he smiled at me while sitting in the driver’s seat.

“So you’re Julie, eh? Dorothy told me a little about you. Are you thinking of riding the guillotine today?”

“I’m not sure,” I told him nervously.

“I think we can get her into the guillotine, love,” Dorothy chuckled at her husband. “We can just let her lie in it for a few minutes before shutting down the timer and taking her out. Of course, if you ask me I say being fucked in the guillotine is best of all.”

“Are you sure you want to ride it again, darling? I hadn’t planned on eating you before going home as a widower.”

“You can always take Julie here home with you, James… right Julie?”

I laughed nervously as I thought about where we were going. Personally I wasn’t going to believe it until I saw it in person. But the thought of it was certainly making me moist. That’s when I realized I probably should have brought a change of knickers with me.

The mansion looked impressive from the outside as we drove up the lane. A man came out and offered to park their car. I got out with James and Dorothy, watching as he drove their car around the corner.

When we went inside I was surprised to discover the mansion wasn’t nearly as elegant as it looked on the outside. Apparently our host had simpler tastes. In fact I was able to pick him right out as he was talking to a small group of people.

He saw us and excused himself before he came over to us. He wore comfortable shoes, slacks, a shirt and vest. His hair was greying, and it made him look warm and comfortable… almost fatherly.

“Dorothy… James… so good of you to return.” Then he gallantly took my hand. “And who might this lady be with the lovely red hair?”

“This is Julie,” James told him with a smile.

“She’s here to ride your guillotine, Victor,” Dorothy added with a grin.

I blushed as he smiled at me. “Indeed. Another visitor who desires the thrill of seeing my monstrosity? I fear I’m getting something of a reputation.”

“Not so monstrous,” Dottie told him with a smile. “…not when it gives off some of the best orgasms ever.”

“But at great risk, my dear.”

“That’s what makes them so intense.”

He chuckled pleasantly. Then he told me, “Don’t let anyone talk you into doing something you don’t want to do, my dear. Enjoy my hospitality. Now if you will excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.” And with that he headed over to the door to great some newcomers.

James and Dorothy looked all around. I saw them point out people they recognized from their last visit. Then Dorothy looked at me and smiled.

“I bet you want to see the guillotine right away, right? C’mon, James. Let’s go show it to Julie. Maybe she’ll want to get the party started early so Victor can have some girlmeat for later.”

I felt a tremor of nervousness as Dorothy grabbed my arm. Together she and her husband led me through the interior. Then we went down some stairs.

We opened the door to a large basement room. The guillotine sat right in the middle, prominently displayed as the center of attention. It had a red cushioned bench as it faced the wall. A monitor hung on the wall in front for the individual in the guillotine to be able to keep track of the time. Another small monitor clung to the silver metal railing for the blade. It was exactly the way Dorothy had described it to me.

I gasped as I looked at it. “Can I…?” I started to say. Dorothy just grinned at me as she nodded.

I walked up to it and touched it with my hand. There was a very nice wicker basket about two feet high placed directly below where the head stuck out of the lunette. The floor was marble and sloped into a channel from the wicker basket to a hole along the wall, apparently to more easily drain away the blood.

I looked up at the gleaming blade, hesitantly reaching up as though to touch it. “Careful; it’s sharp,” James warned me. “One of his guests told me he got a little careless and got a nice cut on his hand.”

I pulled my hand back as my breath caught in my throat. I looked at the monitor on the wall as well as the one on the railing. The digital timers on both read 0:00.

“Looks like you’re first,” Dorothy chuckled at me. “Want to try it out, Julie?”

“It wouldn’t, uh… it wouldn’t come down on me prematurely, would it?”

“Who knows,” she laughed. “If it does I guess we’ll be having roast Julie for supper.”

As I stared at it, I found myself giving careful consideration to the idea of lying down on it just to see what it felt like. “I don’t… I don’t know. Will the timer kick in if I’m just lying in it?”

“The timer always kicks in once the lunette is latched, Julie. Would you like to try it out?”

I turned and looked at her as she smiled at me with amusement. I could actually see her nipples trying to poke through her blouse despite the bra she was wearing. “What about you, Dottie? Aren’t you going to ride it?”

James smiled at me as he held his bride close. “I think she wants to climb aboard after some time has elapsed. She thinks it will be more of a thrill that way. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Dorothy looked at her husband with visible excitement in her eyes. “Bloody hell yes, darling,” she panted. Then she took a deep breath before grabbing my arm.

“C’mon, love. I think you should try it out.”

“Dottie, I’m not so sure.” I was starting to get nervous. I was also wet as hell, and I didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nonsense!” she declared as she led me over to the bench. “You can break it in and start the timer for us, love.”

“Dottie, I’m n-not sure…”

“C’mon, love. You know you want to!”

My mouth went dry as she pulled me over to the infernal contraption. “Down you go!” she gasped as she pushed me face down onto the bench. “Now stick your head right on through while James and I strap you down.”

“I don’t… I’m not… I mean…”

“That’s a lovely sundress,” she told me. ”I’m sure Victor will make sure it goes to a good home should the blade fall early.” She sure wasn’t helping matters any.

She helped slide me forward until my head went right on through. The wicker basket appeared directly below me, and I thought I saw red stains in the bottom and along the sides. I looked up to see that monitor on the wall with its digital numbers reading 0:00.

I got the shakes something fierce. If I didn’t hurry up and ask to be let out, that timer was going to start ticking away! I whimpered as they secured me with the straps until my arms were pinned to my sides.

My legs hung off the end of the bench as though I was kneeling, my knees not quite reaching the floor. It was the right position for having some male fuck me from behind on his knees. I gasped for breath, afraid of the timer starting and yet almost secretly longing for it.

About that time I heard the door open. Female voices entered the room. “Good morning, Dorothy. Who’s in the guillotine?”

“This is my friend Julie, Victoria. I see you and Louisa are back for more.”

“You know us, love. I see you and James returned as well.”

“I can’t seem to keep her away, ladies.”

“Careful, James, or you might find yourself going home alone.” Then I heard good-natured laughter.

I squirmed on the bench. The timer hadn’t even started yet, and I was getting both impatient and nervous. I was breathless as hell… and unbelievably wet.

“I see you haven’t started the timer yet. Mind if I have a go at her, Dottie?”

“Go right ahead, Louisa. I think she wants to go for a ride.” I couldn’t see behind me so I had no idea what Louisa or Dorothy had in mind.

A woman walked around in front of me wearing black heels and fishnet stockings. I looked up to see an attractive brunette with breasts far bigger than mine. She lifted my head up to look at me as she smiled.

“Hi love. I just love your red hair. Do you mind if I start you off?”

“I’m, uh… I’m not sure…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled.

I heard a click somewhere behind me on the lunette. A moment later the timer in front of me started ticking… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03… Then I felt someone lift the hem of my dress.

“Ooh, she’s wet already!” Louisa chuckled. I felt movement as though someone was right behind me. Then I felt a hand rubbing my crotch.

I gasped and whimpered, writhing helplessly as the timer ticked on… 0:16… 0:17… 0:18. She rubbed me until my face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She was certainly being intimate with me.

“Just look at her, James,” I heard Dorothy gasp breathlessly. “Julie likes it.”

“Louisa likes playing with her too,” Victoria’s voice added with an amused chuckle.

I wriggled and squirmed as she rubbed me through my knickers. I was so embarrassed. They were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest as she loudly observed, “She’s really wet, Dorothy. You think she’s going to like it as much as you do?”

“I doubt anyone likes it as much as my crazy wife.”

“James, you might be surprised,” Victoria responded.

I waited until the timer reached 0:58… 0:59… 1:00. “I’m done!” I gasped anxiously. I was embarrassed the way Louisa was rubbing me, and I wanted off.

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” Dorothy laughed. “Didn’t I tell you? Each ride is a minimum of five minutes. Otherwise everyone would try it for only a minute. Makes it much more exciting that way, wouldn’t you agree, Julie?”

I gasped in alarm. “Bloody hell, Dottie! You never told me that!” Then I felt Louisa pull my soaked knickers aside as she started rubbing her fingers between the folds of my labia.

I whimpered and moaned as I looked at the timer… 1:13… 1:14… 1:15. What the hell had I gotten myself into?? What if the blade came down before my five minutes were up??

“Gawd, she’s making me wet!” Dorothy observed breathlessly.

“She’s making me wet too, love,” Victoria added. “Louisa there will be next… that is, if Julie survives her five minute minimum. Maybe Victor will allow me to keep her head on my mantel. I just love flowing red hair.”

I let out a cry of alarm, only for Louisa to start fingering my nub. I began to tremble as I whimpered plaintively. Then I heard a familiar voice ask, “Is it everything you thought it would be, love?”

“B-bloody hell, Dottie C-can’t you get me out of here??”

“You wanted to come and ride the machine, remember?”

“I didn’t say I w-wanted to ride it!”

“You didn’t give me a definite no, love.” I mentally cursed her because she was right.

1:38… 1:39… 1:40…

As the timer reached two minutes I felt Louisa wriggle a couple of fingers inside me. Then I heard her tell her companion, “She’s really wet, Victoria.”

“That’s because she’s just as excited about riding the machine as you get when I make you ride it, love.”

“You m-make her ride it, Victoria?” Now I was starting to get concerned as I watched that bloody timer. I had only ridden it over two minutes… and yet I was frightened out of my mind as well as being amazingly wet down below.

“I suppose ‘make’ is a rather strong word, Julie. Let’s just say she loves to ride it for me. But I think deep down she loves the thrill she gets from it. And I do know how to reward her for her obedience.”

Julie’s fingers slid in and out of me, causing me to moan and whimper. “She’s really wet, Victoria. Mind if I make her cum?”

“It’s certainly ok with me, Louisa. I think James and Dorothy here would love to see that as well.”

I whimpered as I looked at the timer… 2:25… 2:26… 2:27. Bloody hell; I still had two and a half minutes to go! Was I going to lose my head over this??

“Gawd, just look at her!” Dorothy gasped from somewhere behind me. I heard footsteps as she came around front. I looked up to see her standing there as she grinned at me.

“How’s it feel, love?”

“I don’t… I can’t… b-bloody hell, I don’t…”

“That good, eh?”

She chuckled as Louisa thrust her fingers in and out of my dripping twat. She used her other hand to finger my nub. I was on fire with a terrible arousal, embarrassed as hell with everyone watching me. Then I heard the door open as another voice joined in…

“Hey, I see someone’s riding the guillotine already.” He sounded French.

“Hello, Renard. That’s my friend Julie. I told her about it during lunch a couple weeks ago. She told me she couldn’t wait to go for a ride.”

“I suppose going early is the best way; right, Dorothy… especially if you want to try it out with minimum risk? Still, I suppose you never know when the blade will fall since Victor set it to randomly fall at any time.”

I whimpered again as Louisa really fingered me while rubbing my nub. I would have enjoyed a male fucking me, but I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Besides, she was making me wriggle like crazy the way she was playing with me down there.

I panted for breath as I watched the timer. 3:14… 3:15… 3:16. At least I was beyond the halfway point. But what if the damned blade came down before it reached 5:00??

Louisa played with my pussy like she’d done it many times before. I saw another set of heels and fishnet stockings come into view. I looked up to see a woman in long dark hair all dressed in black. It must have been Victoria.

“So what do you think of my lovely Louisa, hun? Isn’t she the best?”

I whimpered as I blushed, knowing she could see me getting fingered. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the timer. Why the hell wouldn’t it hurry up already??

The timer had just reached 4:00 when I felt a tongue poking around my anus. It made me clench and shiver as I gasped for breath. The fingers slid in and out at a faster rate as I began to feel it swell within me.

“Are you going to make her cum before the blade falls?” Dorothy gasped with delight. “Or are you going to wait and tease her?” In response I heard Louisa giggle as she poked my anus with her tongue again.

I writhed and whimpered, my eyes staring at that damned monitor on the wall. 4:21… 4:22… 4:23… My breath caught in my throat as I felt the heat of embarrassment all over my face.

“Make her cum!” I heard Dorothy gasp. That’s when Louisa began thrusting harder as she really began tonguing my hole.

I really began to wriggle in the guillotine, partially terrified I might somehow dislodge the damned blade. Victoria reached down and lifted my head up. “Is she making you feel good, love?” I grimaced and whimpered while panting for breath.

The timer had just passed 4:40 when Louisa really began tonguing me as she fingered me good and hard. She really worked on my nub with her other hand. It swelled within me until I cried out at the 4:52 mark.

It flushed warmly through my entire body. At the same time I felt an immense humiliation at cumming right in front of everyone watching me. “Gawd, that’s lovely!” Victoria gasped.

I was panting for breath when Louisa proudly proclaimed, “DONE!” Then she rose up and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 5:03.

I panted like crazy as I was unstrapped and let out of the machine. I rose unsteadily to my feet. I saw Dorothy looking at me with a rapturous expression as she gasped, “Bloody hell, you looked lovely cumming like that!”

I reached out to steady myself. I got a good look at Renard who looked about ten years older than me. Then I turned and saw Victoria stripping Louisa out of her attire as she told her, “Ok, my pet. Julie broke it in for us. Now it’s your turn…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jul 7 ’17 by riwa)

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August 3, 2017 UWFetish and Patreon 0 (0)

There was a recent payment issue with UWFetish. Some stories and video clips with certain content were pulled due to issues with payment processing. Certain words found in the titles and descriptions made them… squeamish, shall we say?

In order to fall under guidelines, many products were pulled for review. In addition we had to wait until payment processing was restored. That means many products are still awaiting review for those trigger words to be replaced.

My store is not the only one currently awaiting review. Several other Producers have had products pulled or entire stores taken down until such time as a review of their titles and synopsis can be completed. Needless to say this has become a great inconvenience both for producers and their customers.

Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies. You may have wished to make a purchase, only to find certain products were no longer available. I regret the inconvenience this has caused you.

In an attempt to navigate around this issue both now and in the future, I have started a Patreon page. Patreon’s mission is to help every creator achieve a sustainable income by connecting with their fans. My mission by starting this page is to get more of my work into your hands while at the same time increasing my revenue stream to meet my current expenses.

Patreon has a system whereby a creator can offer more rewards as their fans pledge at certain levels. A patron is free to choose the level and rewards that most interests him or her. A patron is also free to adjust their level if they become interested in greater rewards.

I like the reward system in that it helps me target what levels my patrons will be most interested in. It also allows me to add a lower level for shorter stories that hardly ever see the light of day. I often write a short story inspired by a picture which may ultimately be seen by only a handful of individuals. This allows me to get those out to a greater audience.

I plan to continue the UWFetish store once it is fully operational, although many products have currently been pulled. I know there are those who wish to pick and choose their stories, making that store the better alternative. I want to make sure you still have that option.

For those who want access to a more flowing surge of stories, my Patreon page may be a nice alternative. I intend to post more stories there as rewards for those who sign on to certain levels. And it is highly probable the occasional older story from UWFetish might find its way there.  If that is a more suitable alternative to your budget, I hope you will come check it out.

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The approaching Red Army 4.5 (2)

(Note: To celebrate the opening of my patreon page I decided to post this a couple days early. This comes from an idea I had floating around in my head for several months.)

 

We worked out of the same house, up to and after the war had broken out. The prosperity of the Third Reich put money in the pockets of those who could use our services. And the many early victories gave us plenty of soldiers to entertain.

When the German armies marched east toward Russia we rejoiced in the victory to come. And we prospered as soldiers stopped in whenever they were passing through on their way to the Eastern front. Soon we began to talk of marrying and having families of our own in the thousand year Reich.

Young Elsie fell for a tank driver. Jutta met a sergeant passing through who began sending back frequent letters. Sofia was too fickle for just one man, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh from each one’s unique and individual manhood.

As for me? I was the cynical one, although I tried my best to hide it. I feared the war would go badly and we would all suffer a horrible fate as a result.

My fears were realized when our troops bogged down on the Eastern front. Many more soldiers passed through our house on their way to Russia. Elsie and Jutta looked forward to the many letters they received from the men they loved despite selling their bodies in the here and now. Sofia just enjoyed the constant stream of soldiers, and the pleasures to be had. I was the only one who saw the truth.

The times grew lean, and we were forced to sell ourselves for less and less. Wounded soldiers returned from the front with little money in their pockets and disconcerting stories on their lips. The letters for Elsie and Jutta dwindled, and then stopped altogether. We finally learned Jutta’s sergeant was killed in the battle of Leningrad while Elsie lost her tank driver in an engagement where our troops were badly outnumbered even before the battle had commenced.

For weeks they were inconsolable. Sofia and I did our best to encourage them of the lives their men had sacrificed for the good of the third Reich. But as reports filtered back, I was unable to hide from them the foreboding news of the retreat of our soldiers.

Now we were on the defensive. And we were losing ground daily. What’s more, we soon received word of what the Red Army was doing to any Germans they encountered, be they military or civilian. It filled us with a growing dread.

Our paying costumers began to dry up. Times grew hard and lean. It wasn’t long before refugees began streaming down the road past our house back into Germany.

Sofia gave her favors for free, perhaps hoping the pleasures of the flesh would ease the strain of an uncertain future. But Elsie and Jutta had it worse. They believed in the third Reich, and now it was crashing down around their ears.

I remember it was the first night we heard the boom of artillery off in the distance. We put all the lights out, fearing an immediate invasion. But the Red Army was not yet upon us.

Elsie took a candle and calmly went downstairs. When she did not return I went down after her. I found her hanging from a beam in a makeshift noose made out of electrical cords. She did not even say goodbye.

I stared at her dead body with sorrow in my eyes. She had been such a beautiful creature. But the news of war and the loss of her tank driver had devastated her, taking away her will to live.

When I returned to the main floor, Sofia asked about Elsie. I simply told her and Jutta not to go down into the basement as there was no need. The look in my eyes said it all.

The artillery grew louder. I asked if they wanted to flee. Sofia’s response was, “To where shall we go? Our fate will be similar no matter where they catch up to us. Best to meet them here.”

The shelling increased. The Red Army was fast approaching. And we knew what awaited us as we had learned it from the retreating soldiers who’d witnessed the results firsthand: rape… and then murder by strangulation.

Jutta finally gave in two days before the enemy soldiers arrived. “I do not want to be raped by the Russians. I will not allow some Cossack to violate me before killing me.” Then she looked at me before telling me, “Mitzi, you are strong and obstinate. I want you to do it.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Do what, Jutta?”

“Rape and strangle me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I will not hang as a common criminal like Elsie. And I will not allow a Cossack to enter my body.”

“Why should I rape you?”

“Because we are Germans. I know what we have done. The whole world hates us.”

I looked into her eyes. They looked defeated… resigned. I glanced at Sofia, but she either did not know or chose to deny. But I did know. We deserved worse.

“Do you really wish us to rape you, Jutta?”

“Yes. At least give my body some small pleasure as I die. Sofia here can assist you. Use the phallus. The Russians will find me already violated. Leave me naked in plain sight so that I may have my revenge with my premature death.”

She handed me a dark ribbon her tank driver had given her as a token of his affection. “Use this,” she told me. I nodded as I swallowed hard. A moment later a nearby artillery shell landed, making the house shudder.

Sofia returned with the phallus as Jutta stripped naked. Sophia could not help smiling with admiration at our brave friend. “The soldiers will greatly regret not having you to be raped alive.”

Jutta smirked, the first time I had seen any kind of happiness or contentment on her face in weeks. Then I wrapped the ribbon around her neck as Sofia checked her womanhood. She had shaved one last time for the occasion.

“You should enjoy doing this to me, Sophia,” Jutta chuckled. “And you, Mitzi… once you were jealous of my beauty.”

“Not anymore,” I told her quietly.

“Still… take some pleasure from me while you can.” Then she parted her legs fully as she sat in the cushioned chair, telling us, “I am ready. You may proceed.”

Sophia rammed her pussy with the phallus as I began to strangle her. I started slow, wanting her to enjoy the thrusts. It was nice to note her crotch was wet; perhaps she was enjoying it a little.

I strangled her harder, only to let up as the tears welled up in my eyes. She gasped as Sophia enjoyed thrusting in and out of her to the booming sound of artillery and approaching gunfire. The phallus made distinctly erotic, squishy sounds as it went in and out.

Jutta glared angrily at me before rasping. “Strangle me, damn you! I will have you take my life instead of those damned Cossacks!” So I pulled on both ends of the ribbon just as hard as I could while Sophia raped her cunt.

She bucked underneath us as we held her down while attempting to take her life. Her nipples were exceedingly hard as she suddenly shuddered at our assault. I was sure she had just orgasmed. Then she went limp beneath us.

Sophia panted for breath, still thrusting the phallus in and out. Then she rammed it in hard one last time. Jutta’s body responded, but I could find no pulse.

I left the ribbon around her neck as Sophia left the phallus buried in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over; there was no sign of life. But I saw something in her vacant expression that made me wonder if perhaps she had enjoyed it, receiving one last sexual pleasure. Did that make her and Elsie braver for meeting their ends on their own terms? I did not know.

“What do we do now?” I asked Sophia. “The roads are filled with refugees; we have no place to go.”

“We wait,” she replied grimly. “We will be raped. And then we shall die.” So we waited.

We waited out the shelling and the artillery rounds going off all around us. One went off in the yard, sending shrapnel inside. I received a wound in the thigh while Sophia took an injury to her arm. We tended to our wounds as best we could, but did little else.

We waited without food, expecting none when the Red Army came. Then we heard tanks and foot soldiers outside. Then our door burst open and we faced the angry menace of several men brandishing weapons that could cut us to pieces.

We heard the words “Fraulein whores!” Then they set upon us like mad men right there on the floor right next to each other. They were ravenous… and they were none too gentle.

Sophia did not partake. She just lay there and allowed them to violate her. I do not know if she enjoyed it or not. After all, a cock is a cock, no matter the nationality.

As for me? I threw myself into it, fucking them with wild abandon. I knew this would be the last pleasure I would ever receive. Why not enjoy it?

They found Jutta in an adjacent room where we had simply left her naked body. They sounded angry they had not gotten to her sooner. Sophia did not react, but I had to smile inwardly that Jutta’s desires seem to have been met as I don’t think she was violated. As for Elsie, I heard men go down into the basement, only to return acting equally unhappy.

The soldiers outside seemed to learn there were available women present. More came and went inside our building, a structure that threatened to come down all around us as the bombs shook the ground. I was raped in all holes until I was sore, swallowing cum as more leaked out my cunt and ass. Sophia lay there like a slug, accepting each deposit as a dead woman.

My rebellion was to give in uncharacteristically to our rapists. Hers was to fight back unexpectedly. She suddenly produced a broken piece of glass and slashed the neck of some unsuspecting soldier, killing the poor fool. It immediately incensed the others.

We were dragged outside in our nudity. A tree still stood 50 yards down the lane. We were dragged to it in front of the passing might of the Russian military. Some soldiers cursed and swore at us while others gave us lecherous grins. Perhaps they knew our fate and wished to pause long enough from their march to observe.

Our arms were tied behind our backs. Then a bench was placed under a sturdy branch. Nooses were thrown over and tied off before we were made to stand on the bench and feel the lethal coils snugged around our throats.

My nipples hardened from the humiliation of our nudity in front of so many eyes during our impending execution. Cum leaked out of my cunt and ass. I felt excitement mixed with great shame.

Next to me Sophia fared the same as her nipples were also hard, her humiliation apparent as cum streaked down her legs. But she had a smirk flickering at the corners of her mouth. “Was taking that life worth it?” I asked.

“Yes. Did you enjoy your rape?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are content.”

“Yes we are.”

I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes, and it caused me to smile. This greatly angered the soldiers, and our bench was promptly kicked over. And so we dropped, setting our nooses firmly around our throats while setting us to swinging like criminals.

The pain was intense as we kicked our lives away, Cossack cum leaking out of our holes. Occasionally our naked bodies bumped into each other. Several soldiers watched as I squeezed my pussy, forcing more cum out as I struggled right in front of them. Then I thought of Jutta and Elsie, wondering who of the four of us was the braver. In the end it probably did not matter.

I felt the heat of one last orgasm start to swell within me. I brought my knees together, jerking to hurry it along. Sophia’s cum-soaked pussy winked at the soldiers as though thanking them for raping her. Then consciousness faded away as we both pissed ourselves and died…

© 2017 (written Jun 4 ’17 by riwa)

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(AF’s) Picture Perfect 3.2 (5)

The package came Saturday morning special delivery by Fed Ex. Brandy rushed inside and excitedly opened it. She let out a squeal of joy when she discovered it was the underwater camera she’d ordered. She couldn’t wait to try it out.

In no time at all she’d changed into her skimpy, dark blue bikini. Then she went out to the garage and quickly geared up into the scuba gear she’d prepared when her camera had come in. Feeling giddy as a schoolgirl she went to the boathouse and loaded up everything up into her zodiac before heading out into the Gulf, thankful she lived so close to the sea.

As she motored out she heard that still, small voice in the back of her head telling her it was unwise to go out all alone. But she justified her decision by telling herself she wasn’t going out very far. She just wanted to get into about 20 – 30 feet of water in the bright sunshine so she could try out her camera.

She was only out about three quarters of a mile out when she came to the spot she’d already planned for her first camera session. She tossed an anchor over the side to keep her zodiac in place. Then she checked her scuba gear once more.

She was terribly excited and she couldn’t wait to get into the water. With any luck she could become a real underwater photographer! It would only be a matter of finding some models to shoot in more exotic locations!

Brandy grabbed her camera and then sat on the side of her zodiac. Then she went over backward with a splash. The sea was a bit cool today but she figured that would only help keep her alert and on her toes.

As soon as she reached the bottom she readied her camera and then snapped off a couple of quick pictures. The model she had contained an LCD display to let her know how the picture had come out. It was a rather pricey addition to her equipment but she figured it would help her know how her pictures were turning out.

She swam around to a different location, snapping off a few more pictures. By now she wasn’t taking them so willy-nilly. She was being more selective in her shots, understanding it was pointless to take pictures of everything in sight.

Brandy knelt in front of a particularly colorful burst of underwater flora and fauna. She giddily snapped off a couple of pictures, believing she was growing more confident in her abilities. With more practice would come more discernment and she would be able to pick and choose what would make for a good photograph.

She had just snapped what she thought had proved to be an excellent find when her vision suddenly failed… as though someone had abruptly turned out the lights. It was horribly disorienting and she screamed in horror. When her vision returned she dropped her camera and began to freak out.

She grabbed her dive mask and regulator, blindly swimming around with fright. Something was wrong; something terrible must have happened! She had no idea what it could possibly be and she was terrified as she breathed heavily from her air supply.

She suddenly became disoriented again; was something wrong with her mixture? Her surroundings suddenly seemed alien to her and she felt chilled to the bone! She knelt on the sandy bottom, grabbing her head and screaming in fear as she exhaled heavily.

She began to get weak and dizzy and she grunted as she collapsed onto her back. A moment later she passed out! Brandy lay on her scuba tank on the seabed although her body continued to breathe normally from the regulator in her mouth.

As she lay there unconscious her legs began to drift upward, the weight of the tank keeping her down at the shoulders. Fortunately the reg stayed in her mouth and she continued to inhale and exhale. Her body soon found itself at an awkward angle, her scuba tank threatening to slip off her shoulders.

Her muscles began to twitch as her arms came up beside her. Her right arm somehow got inside the lope of the hose to her regulator. A moment later her arm jerked again, hitting the hose and popping the regulator out of her mouth.

She exhaled some of the breath in her lungs. Then her body reflexively inhaled. Brandy sat up with a start, gurgling in horror as her face twisted into a grimace of agony, her mouth open in a horrified scream.

Almost immediately she began to convulse painfully, her stomach contracting as seawater flooded her fragile lungs. She coughed and gurgled, trying to cry out in alarm as her contractions doubled her over. Her body reacted violently to the invasion of fluid and she screamed air and water out of her lungs.

Brandy collapsed onto the sandy bottom, doubling over in pain. She was drowning; gawd, she was really drowning!! She had no idea it could hurt as bad as it did!

She wanted to be over; gawd, how she wanted it to be over! But she was still alive! She had no idea she was processing just enough oxygen out of the saltwater to keep her conscious for a few more agonizing moments. Brandy floated just off the seabed, staring up in disbelief at the surface she would never reach!

Her body continued to spasm and convulse, forcing out what was left of the air in her lungs. All she could do was stare in horror as her mouth gaped open. The agonizing end came much too late for her peace of mind as she finally faded away into merciful oblivion. But even in death her muscles continued to twitch and spasm a few moments longer… as though the gods of the sea were making doubly certain there would be no oxygen of any kind left in her body…

© 2013 (written by request Mar 6 ’13 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua fantasies Mermaids in Peril Vol. 6 and are for illustration purposes only.)

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The tranny and the playmate 4 (7)

Emma checked the wrists, making sure they were secured. Then she tested each booted foot. But those seemed properly tied off as well.

Sahara umphed and grunted, the red pecker gag in her mouth preventing speech as she lay tied up spread-eagled on the bed. Her “clitty” was already hardening noticeably through the pantyhose she was wearing. Emma giggled at her, enjoying the way her charge struggled in vain.

“How did I do, hun?” she asked the tranny lying on the bed. “Is this the bondage you were looking for tonight?” Sahara grunted into her ball gag as her cock got harder.

“Got nothing to say to me? Aww, that’s too bad. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself though.” Emma giggled again as she allowed a hand to idly caress the growing bulge in the nylons. Sahara writhed and grunted anew.

“You like sucking on that pecker-gag? You did tell me you were bisexual. Maybe I should introduce you to some of the guys I blow. They’d love those slutty red lips I painted on you wrapped around their tasty dicks.”

Sahara moaned again as she writhed and wriggled. Emma reached down to rub her own crotch through her soaked thong. The only other thing she was wearing was a black, lacy bra which was eye candy for the helpless tranny.

“Do you have any idea how much you’re turning me on, hun? I love the way you look in that bondage.” The tranny writhed as she grunted again, struggling in her slutty top over a bra that was inflated on her chest.

“You look like you’d be ready to go out hooking if you weren’t all tied up at the moment. Would you like me to take you out and hit the streets? Who knows how much cock you could suck looking like that? I’ll bet the guys would pay good money to fuck the face of a tranny like you.”

Sahara groaned as she writhed again. Now her “clitty” was really straining underneath the pantyhose. Emma smiled as she added, “Oh yeah, mustn’t forget that, right? Now where does your wife keep those vibrators?”

She went over to a dresser she’d been told about earlier. She looked inside and picked out something that appealed to her. Then she hefted it up for the tranny to see.

“This one looks like it goes right up the butt. I’ll bet we can shove it right in and make those hose stretch even more. What do you think, hun?” Sahara groaned as she sucked on the pecker-gag between her lips.

“Oh, do you like sucking on that? Maybe we should get you some real cock, hun. How about that video store down the road? I’ll bet they have booths with gloryholes for a cocksucking slut like you.”

She grabbed the vibrating toy and turned it on. Then she reached underneath Sahara’s ass and felt around for the puckered anus. “Ah, here it is,” she said triumphantly. “Let’s see if we can push it right in through these hose, shall we? It’s ribbed so I’ll bet it’ll seat itself and stay in. This should give you lots of juicy cums.”

Emma was wet as hell as she slowly forced the toy inside. Putting the tranny in bondage was a real turn-on. This vibrating plug was going to be an added pleasure watching how it affected her.

Sahara lifted up her hips as though trying to avoid it. But that just made it easier for the sadistic Asian woman to push it right in. She slowly twisted it until it pushed past the anal ring and went right in where it seated.

Sahara moaned weakly, her eyes rolling as her cock strained underneath the pantyhose. Precum dripped off the tip of her “clitty”. “We’re really excited tonight, aren’t we?” Emma observed with a chuckle, caressing the bulging hose. Then she rubbed herself as she added… “Fuck; that’s so hot!”

She watched as the “clitty” twitched beneath the hosiery. She panted heavily as she rubbed herself a little more, all turned on by the tranny’s erotic bondage. “Let’s see what else we’ve got to play with, shall we?” Then she went back over to the dresser.

She pulled out a vibrating sheath and admired it. “This should pull all that spunk out of those balls of yours.” Then she went over to the writhing tranny lying spread-eagled on the bed.

Emma lifted up the waistband to the hosiery, forcing the sheath underneath. She pushed it down until it slowly engulfed the twitching dick, completely swallowing up the engorged member. “Now we just turn this on and watch all those juicy cums.”

Emma giggled as she activated it. Sahara’s back arched as she humped the air with her hips. The vibrator up her butt and the sheath now encasing her cock were driving her mad.

“Is this the sexy bondage a slut like you enjoys?” Emma purred at her. “Bound and vibrated? Damn, you’ve got me hotter than hell!” She rubbed her crotch as Sahara humped the air, sucking on the pecker-gag in her mouth as her grunts increased in pitch.

“Going to cum already, baby? Don’t exhaust yourself too soon. Your wife won’t be home for hours so we’ve got all night. Besides, you told me she loves tying you up and making you cum. Hell, with all the toys you’ve got in here, she’s probably done this to you many times before, am I right?”

Sahara writhed and grunted as she sucked like crazy on the pecker-gag secured between her lips. Emma moaned as she furiously rubbed herself. “Yeah, baby… suck on that pecker in your mouth with those slutty lips. Someday I’ve just GOT to get some real cock for that mouth of yours.”

She panted heavily as she watched Sahara writhe and hump on the bed. This week it was the tranny’s turn for bondage play. Emma had no idea how much she would enjoy dishing it out instead of taking it like she normally did. But they had a good thing going, switching off tying each other up and making each other cum like crazy.

Sahara looked like she was trying to fuck that sheath as her ass clenched around the toy buzzing in her rectum. “Gawd, you’re going to cum any moment now, aren’t you, hun!” Emma panted as she sat in a chair, slid her fingers under her thong and started finger-fucking her wet pussy.

“Yeah, baby… cum for me… fuck, yeah… that looks so fucking hot… let’s see that first one.”

Sahara lifted up her hips as she groaned into the pecker-gag in her mouth, the sheathed cock twitching. Emma breathlessly panted, “Fuck yeah” as she fingered herself. Then the tranny collapsed onto the bed, already exhausted from the first one as Emma cried out her pleasure.

She was just coming down from her orgasmic plateau when she thought she heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. There was a screech from worn brake pads, followed by the sound of a car door opening and closing. She looked at the tranny in alarm as Sahara anxiously looked back at her.

The front door opened and then slammed shut. A moment later they heard an angry female voice from the other room. “What the fuck is that jeep doing in our driveway? You got a slut back there? What the hell is going on??”

Emma’s eyes flew open in shock as Sahara grunted in alarm. Her wife wasn’t supposed to get back this early. Something must have gone wrong for her to have come home so soon.

Emma flew over to the bed, panting like crazy as she frantically tried to free Sahara from her bonds. But she’d secured them much too tightly. A moment later an angry voice came in through the open doorway… “Just who the fuck are you?”

Emma turned and blanched at the presence of the large women. She started to tremble, her pussy throbbing from the delicious predicament she’d gotten herself into. “I’m sorry; I must have the wrong house. I’ll just be leaving now.”

The angry wife was much bigger than the petite, 5 foot Asian. She easily grabbed Emma and slammed her into the chair she’d been sitting in. “Nobody leaves until I get some fucking answers; you got that?”

Sahara’s face went deathly pale as she moaned and grunted while sucking on the pecker-gag between her lips. Emma tried to think fast. “Look, she – I mean he – never told me he was married.”

“You expect me to believe that? What the hell did you do to him – dress him up like your average street corner hooker??”

“Look, he told me you did this to him sometimes and that he wanted me to…”

“So you knew he was married after all! You fucking tart!”

“I, uh… I’ll just be going now…”

“You sit your ass back down, you little whore!”

She slammed Emma back into the chair as the frightened Asian panted like crazy. It was terribly arousing getting caught like this. She had no idea what the angry bitch was capable of, much less what she might do to her.

A groan from the bed caused the wife to look in her husband’s direction. He tried to grunt something at her. “You just shut the hell up and take your medicine!” In his fearful excitement it looked like his cock was starting to twitch again, making that sheath it was confined inside spasm in salute under the pantyhose.

“You don’t need me here anymore so I think I’ll be running along.”

Emma stood up, only to get slammed back down into the chair with an angry exclamation of “Sit your ass back down, you fucking whore!”

“Hey! I don’t have to take this!”

“In this house you damn well do!”

Emma tried to stand up again, only for the woman to force her back down into the chair… “Stay put!” Then she started looking around for something.

“You can’t keep me here against my will!”

“You didn’t come here against your will, you little tart! What were you planning on doing… spending the night in my bedroom getting yourself off watching my tranny-slut husband?”

“We were only having a little fun.”

“I’ll just bet you were!” Then she reached underneath the bed and produced several lengths of rope.

Emma blurted out “Oh hell no!” as she launched herself out of the chair and tried to run. The angry wife went after her, tackling her to the floor. Sahara grunted in alarm as she kept writhing helplessly from her erotic bondage and buzzing toys.

“Hey, get off me!”

“Shut up, tart!”

“Get the hell off!”

“Shut the hell up!” Then Emma was pulled to her feet and roughly forced back into the chair before the wife started tying her into it with the rope.

“Hey! You can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can’t!”

“Sahara!!!”

“That tranny-slut can’t help you now, bitch. You tied her up too good!”

“Get off me!”

“Shut the hell up!”

She struggled as the angry wife wrapped rope around her arms and chest. Emma tried to kick her, only to get her legs secured to the legs of the chair. In no time at all the Asian found herself all tied up, breathless and aroused as her pussy throbbed, her nipples painfully erect.

“You can’t do this to me! Turn me loose! You’re going to pay for this!”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up?”

The angry wife went over to the dresser and pulled out a long, black pecker-gag. Emma blanched in alarm as her pussy really started to moisten. “This ought to shut you up!” the woman proclaimed as she came back to the chair.

Emma resisted before her mouth was forced open. The pecker-gag went deep, nearly gagging her. She grunted in protest as the wife tied it off around her head… “There! That ought to shut your trap!”

For a moment she paused to catch her breath now that both individuals in her bedroom were secured and not going anywhere. She looked over at her husband who was writhing and humping on the bed. Then she looked at Emma who was grunting indignantly. “So you bitches want to cum; is that it? Let’s see what I can do for you!”

She went over to the dresser and pulled out a large vibrating egg. Emma’s eyes flashed in horror as she stared in alarm. “Is this what you’re after?” the wife asked as she hefted it in the frightened Asian’s direction.

Emma shook her head as the woman came over and pulled the Asian’s wet thong aside. “I see you’re already soaked,” the angry wife observed with a snort. “Figures.”

She worked the egg up inside Emma’s well lubricated pussy. She made sure the thong was back in place so it couldn’t be squeezed out. Then she went over, retrieved the remote in the drawer and pointed it in Emma’s direction. A moment later the Asian’s eyes flew open as she started to writhe and moan.

“Is that what you wanted, you little tart? Did you come over to my house to share orgasms with my tranny-slut husband? Fine! I’ll let you have all the damned orgasms you want!”

She went around the chair, checking the rope to make sure Emma couldn’t get free. The writhing Asian sucked like crazy on the large pecker-gag in her mouth as her groans increased in pitch. The wife smiled cruelly at her.

“Gonna cum already? Figures. I’ll bet a slut like you lives for orgasms.”

She turned toward her husband who was writhing and groaning on the bed in his slutty female attire. “Is this better? You wanted bondage and orgasms and now you get to watch your slut playmate share them with you. Was that your plan all along? You’re both sluts; do you know that? I should whore the two of you out right now!”

She went over and slapped his face hard. Then she walked back to the chair and slapped Emma’s face equally hard. The two secured individuals simply writhed and moaned all the more in their buzzing arousal and humiliation.

“Well, isn’t this nice,” the wife observed as she glanced at one and then the other. “Quite an arousing little chorus we have here. You don’t mind if I join you sluts, do you?” Then she reached under the skirt she’d been wearing to rub herself.

Sahara writhed even more as her “clitty” rose up underneath the hosiery with the sheath buzzing around it. Seeing Emma in erotic bondage while her wife enjoyed their helplessness was more arousing than she could have possibly imagined. She sucked harder on the pecker-gag in her mouth as Emma writhed and moaned erotically.

“So which one of you sluts is gonna cum first?” the wife wanted to know. A moment later Emma’s eyes rolled as she groaned and shuddered. “Fuck, I might have known,” she gasped, furiously fingering herself until she had a little orgasm of her own.

She rubbed herself until her tranny husband humped the air, enduring a second climax before collapsing on the bed. Then she pulled out her cellphone and made a call. She smiled at her captives as a voice answered.

“Hello, Darrell? This is Siri. What are you doing right now? Why did I call? Because I need a fuck right now, that’s why! Yeah, my tranny husband is in bondage again and I’m horny as hell. He’s writhing like crazy and he’s going to soak the bed before he’s finished. …when? Twenty minutes? I’ll be right over.” Then she ended the call.

“Ok, you sluts,” she told them with a smirk. “You’re getting yours so I’m gonna go get mine. You might like playing with your toys, but I need the real thing. And since I’m especially horny, this might take a few hours.”

Sahara’s eyes flew open in alarm as she shook her head. His wife responded almost immediately. “Hey, shut the fuck up and suck on that pecker-gag, you stupid bitch! You did this to yourself by inviting this tart over!”

Emma moaned and whimpered, a drugged look in her expression. The wife grinned sadistically at her. “You’re not going anywhere, honey. You’re staying right there. If I’m lucky maybe you’ll cum yourself to death before I get back. Now I’ve got to change and go see Darrell so I can get myself some real cock. See what you sluts made me do?”

They were forced to watch as Siri provocatively changed her clothes right in front of them. Then she headed for the bedroom door as Emma and Sahara grunted at her in alarm, trying to get her to let them loose. “Oh no! You sluts wanted to cum, so now you’re going to cum! I could be gone several hours so you’d better pace yourselves.” Then she laughed as she headed out the door.

Emma cried out for the bitch not to leave them like this. Then she heard the front door open and close. She felt an erotic jolt the moment she heard the car engine start up.

She looked over at Sahara who looked back at her while writhing helplessly. This couldn’t be happening could it?? His wife was only bluffing, right?

They heard the car back out of the driveway. Then it roared away. Emma shuddered hard, her eyes rolling as she climaxed all over again.

They had been tied up and abandoned, left to the sadistic whims of their buzzing toys. Sahara looked over at her and groaned weakly as her “clitty” started to harden yet again. Emma started grunting and shaking her head… “No… don’t get hard… don’t let me see how aroused you’re getting… no, I can’t stand it!” Then she shuddered hard again, her hands flexing helplessly as she moaned her climax.

A few minutes stretched into half an hour. Occasionally they heard the sound of a vehicle driving by outside. Otherwise there was only the faint humming of three buzzing toys, further reminding them of the erotic bondage they were in.

The phone rang, a call for Sahara. The answering machine picked it up. Somebody wanted to know what he was doing tomorrow. Emma tried to grunt in the direction of the phone how they needed to be rescued. Then the caller hung up, and she was cumming all over again.

An hour stretched into two. Sahara came hard, causing Emma to respond by climaxing the moment she witnessed the tranny’s orgasm. But the buzzing in her ass along with the buzzing sheath around her “clitty” prevented the tranny from getting any kind of reprieve.

Two hours stretched into three. Emma was afraid she was going to orgasm to death. She climaxed again, which set off Sahara as the helpless tranny watched until her own system overloaded.

Every time a vehicle drove by, the two bondaged individuals found themselves hoping it was the wife. But each time proved to be a false alarm. Emma was soaked from her many cums while Sahara was a spunky mess.

They finally heard a vehicle pull up into the driveway to the sound of that familiar screech of brakes. A car door opened and closed. Then they heard the front door open.

“That was great!” a female voice called out. “I was horny as hell… but then so was Darrell! I hope you don’t mind that I stayed and enjoyed myself a little while longer.”

Sahara moaned weakly, her buzzing sheath fully soaked. Emma umphed as she tried to get the woman’s attention to finally let them free. Siri walked in and looked at them both with her arms crossed, an evil smile flickering at the corners of her mouth.

“You sluts still going at it?” Then she looked coldly at her tranny-husband.

“You know what? I gave this some thought while driving over to see Darrell. And do you know what I came up with?” Sahara grunted weekly, writhing as though indicating she needed to be freed from her bondage.

“I came to the conclusion you’re never going to want to give this shit up. And you’re not, are you. I’m fed up seeing how you look so much better than I do when we dress up and go out for a night on the town. So what do you think I should do with you?”

She paused as she appeared to give it some thought. “You know, there is that life insurance I took out on your ass a few years ago. If you disappeared I could wait until they legally pronounced you dead. But in the meantime what am I going to do with your slut playmate over here? She might get the urge to go tell someone… and we couldn’t have that now, could we?”

She gave Emma the evil eye as the bound Japanese woman moaned weakly while shaking her head. Then the wife noticed the wooden chair was soaked. That’s when her eyes flashed malevolently.

“I know. Let’s give you a bath, shall we?” Then she grabbed the chair with Emma in it and dragged it into the bathroom while Sahara tried to cry out for his wife to leave the little Asian woman alone.

Siri lifted Emma chair and all and worked her into the bathtub. She laid the chair down on its back, letting Emma look up at the ceiling with her head near the faucet. Then she plugged the drain before turning the water on.

Emma started to thrash about in the chair, grunting and whimpering. Siri just laughed at her. “I’d say you’ve got about five minutes to say your prayers, you little slut… maybe ten.”

In the bedroom they heard Sahara grunting anew. The wife laughed as she called in to her, “You just keep on having those orgasms while you can, you stupid slut. After I take care of this one you’ll be next!” The tranny shook her head in shock, her eyes wide in horror.

Emma cried out as the water started collecting on the bottom of the tub. Pretty soon it started rising up around her. She writhed and moaned, trying to cry out while sucking on that pecker-gag in her mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this for some time now, hun. You know how easy it is to get my tranny-slut husband into bondage? I just didn’t count on having to get rid of his playmate at the same time.”

Emma thrashed about in the chair as the water continued to rise. She tried begging her not to do it, even as the pecker-gag filled her mouth. Then she shuddered hard as she moaned again in orgasm. Her eyes rolled, betraying the climax she’d just endured.

“Cumming again, are we?” the wife observed with a sneer. “My, but you’re a horny one.” Then she started rubbing herself as she breathed, “You don’t mind if I get myself off while you drown for me, do you?”

In the other room Sahara cried out again, the vibrator up her ass and the buzzing sheath making her “clitty” twitch. Siri just called into her, “In a minute, darling. The water’s almost up to her face.”

Emma cried out as she tried to lift her head. She got another two or three inches. But that was all.

She lowered her head back down to lessen the strain on her neck. The water covered her eyes and was almost to her mouth and nose. Siri deliberately puffed her cheeks mockingly as though indicating it might be wise for the helpless woman to start holding her breath.

Emma lifted her head back up, trying to keep her face out of the water. The egg buzzed mercilessly in her kitty. She writhed until she went off in orgasm again, causing Siri to rub herself harder… “Fuck, you just had another one, didn’t you! I’ll bet that one felt really good, didn’t it!”

Emma moaned weakly as her head went back down, only to discover she was completely submerged. She let out a bubbly cry as she lifted her head back up. Her eyes betrayed her fear as well as her intense arousal.

“Not going to be much longer, hun,” Siri breathed as she furiously rubbed herself.

From the bedroom came another muffled grunt of alarm. “She’s almost done!” Siri called in to her tranny-husband. “Don’t be so impatient! I’ll get to you in a minute!”

Emma strained with all her might, trying to keep her head above water. But it was a losing battle as it slowly rose up, covering her eyes and mouth. It finally swirled around her nose until her head was completely submerged.

Her eyes flashed in horror, pleading for the bitch not to do this awful thing. Siri just rubbed herself all the harder. “Any minute now, hun,” she told her. “Just give in and accept that last, big orgasm.”

Emma writhed as the egg buzzed maddeningly inside her. Then she winced as she started to shudder. “Yeah, there it is!” Siri gasped before crying out from an orgasm of her own.

A moment later there was a burst of bubbles out of Emma’s nose. Then the frightened Asian woman started thrashing about in the tub as more bubbles came up. There was a grunt of horror from the other room.

Siri called out into the bedroom, “Give me another minute, ok? She’s drowning now; it won’t be much longer!” Then she gasped while furiously fingering herself as she looked down at the drowning Asian… “Fuck, that’s arousing as hell, hun!”

The water sloshed around in the tub as Emma thrashed about, her chest heaving as her head shook this way and that with her black hair swirling all about. Her hands flexed as her feet cocked and curled. Then she shuddered hard before appearing to relax as a few bubbles slipped out of her nose. Siri looked at the expression of horror in the Asian’s lifeless eyes… and promptly cried out in orgasm.

In the bedroom Sahara grunted in horror, her “clitty” hard from the peril occurring in the other room. She couldn’t believe her wife was doing this to them. She heard the sloshing of water in the tub in the bathroom which was followed by the sound of the tap turning off. Then there was silence.

Siri slowly walked in with a sadistic smile. “One down; one to go, darling.” Then she walked over to the dresser and reached inside for a piece of plastic she’d used in the past. From there she went over to the bed.

Sahara’s cock was hard and bulging underneath the pantyhose. “One last fuck, honey?” Siri asked with a smile. She used her fingernails to cut a hole in the hosiery before setting the hard dick free from the sheath.

She noticed how full of cum it was. “My – my; I see you’ve had a rather enjoyable night, haven’t you.” Then she smiled evilly as she climbed aboard, impaling her cunt on his soaked dick.

She slowly brought the plastic down onto his head. “Got one last cum in there for me, honey?” she asked as she held it tightly against his face. Then she started riding him, grinding with his dick inside her.

Instinctively he thrust upward with his cock from his horrific arousal while trying to breathe around the pecker-gag in his mouth. But the plastic was helping create a good seal. He couldn’t get any air through his mouth or his nose.

Instinctively he began to thrust more anxiously as he struggled to pull in a breath. “Yeah, honey, give it up for me!” she gasped with delight. “This really is the best way, you know? This way I can move on with my life while you can…well, you know… just pass on.” Then she kissed the plastic over his forehead.

Sahara grunted as she tried to breathe, thrusting instinctively into her wife’s cunt. A moment later her “clitty” exploded as her lungs screamed for air. She thrashed about beneath the woman riding her, climaxing all the way down as her lungs heaved painfully. Then she abruptly went limp.

Siri kept the plastic firmly on his face, riding him all the way down as she climaxed all over his spurting cock. She winced as she let out one last orgasmic cry. Then she sighed as she slowly pulled the plastic away. Sahara stared up at her with lifeless eyes, a look of frozen horror in her features.

“Was it good for you too, honey? Your playmate had a really big cum in the tub as she drowned. At least you two enjoyed yourselves. I’ll wait until it’s midnight before hauling your bodies down in her jeep and dumping you both in the river along with her vehicle before walking home.”

“Oh, I think I’m gonna miss you a little. But probably not all that much considering you always seem to dress up so much better than I. You’ve always known I was a jealous bitch, right? What else did you expect was going to happen? Now you two sluts will simply disappear off the face of the earth. The authorities will think you ran off together or maybe engaged in some sort of suicide pact.”

She kissed him on the forehead once more before climbing off. Now she was the one who had to get cleaned up from her many cums. But there was a dead slut tied to a chair in her bathtub full of water. She shook her head and frowned at all the work she now had to do. Perhaps she hadn’t thought this all the way through…

© 2017 (written for Emma and Sahara Apr 18 ’17 by riwa)

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Teri and the Imperial Army 4.5 (4)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Victor’s Guillotine 4.3 (9)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t know?”

“Know what, Dottie?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“A timer, Dottie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bloody hell, Dottie; you didn’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes… no… oh bloody hell!”

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

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

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

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

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

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Drowned sisters 4.3 (8)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 4.4 (26)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, but I definitely want to hang.”

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

“No they’re not.”

“Yes, they are!”

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

“Maybe you need help, sis.”

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

“But what about mom and dad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Janelle, are you sure?”

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

(end part 1)

© 2017 (written Jun 25 ’17 by Riwa)

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Mother-sister competition 3.6 (15)

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

MOTHER-SISTER COMPETITION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“RON??!!” Alison was appalled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MOM??!!” Alison was outraged.

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

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

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

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

“What was that, dear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The hell it was!”

“You thought I wanted to lose on purpose?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MOTHER??”

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

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

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

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

“You got a deal, mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t, mom,” Ron replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But MOM??!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are the stakes, honey?”

“Same stakes, mom”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Care to up the ante, hun?”

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

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

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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