Runaway stagecoach 3.3 (4)

Posted on April 24, 2017 by riwa

Runaway stagecoach

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

 

Francine Hunnicott scowled at the two young women sitting across from her and her husband. They appeared to be sisters but they both looked like soiled doves, off to ply their trade in the Wyoming territory. They were wearing dresses and appeared to be very self-conscious about something.

She coughed at the dust being kicked up. Traveling to and fro in this manner was undignified; there was dust everywhere. But it couldn’t be helped.

She and Willoughby had traveled to acquire some more supplies for their mercantile in Cheyenne. This was the only stagecoach available for their return. And now they were stuck riding with these… these prostitutes!

Her husband had smiled politely at them when they’d first boarded the stagecoach. He’d seemed fairly taken with them at first sight. But she’d given him an angry elbow in the ribs. In no uncertain terms was he to pay them any mind once they got back, especially at whatever saloon they would be residing. Merchants such as the two of them were supposed to be above that sort of people.

The coach swayed back and forth over a rough section of road. “Must you rock us around like that?” she hollered up at the driver, assuming he could even hear.

“It’s the road, ma’am,” a male voice called down to them. “Nothing I can do about it. The horses are doing their best.”

“Well their best isn’t good enough! You better mind our belongings or I’ll sue the company. We have valuable merchandise up there we’re taking back to Cheyenne.”

“Do my best, ma’am.”

Francine snorted derisively. If this was his best then she had no illusions as to the welfare of the contents of their merchandise once they arrived. Thankfully she’d packed it carefully knowing full well the coach would be none to stable a ride.

Across from them Meredith and her younger sister Sara smiled politely. But the matronly woman huffed at them and then looked away. Meredith could only hope she would not run into the woman too often in Cheyenne.

She and her younger sister had left Missouri after her father had died of tuberculosis and their mother of consumption. They could not handle the farm on their own and it had been foreclosed due to the debt father still owed. Packing up their few meager belongings, they had set out for the Wyoming territory.

There was work for a girl like her in the saloons, work for her younger sister if she allowed it. But she did not want that life for Sara. She wanted her to be a schoolteacher, although Sara had insisted on working at the Saloon with her. It had been a source of dispute ever since they’d left Missouri.

One of the clouds of dust that was annoying Francine kicked up and hit her in the face as she felt the wagon stop.  She looked out of both sides and saw, on one side, a general store that was not unlike her own.  On the other side was a church and some other buildings.

“We need to stop here,” she heard the driver call from above. “The horses need to rest and to have some water.  I’m also going to use the outhouse and get something to eat.”

The idea of the outhouse and eating struck every passenger as a good idea. Francine was a bit annoyed when her fellow passengers were able to get out faster and find the outhouse first.  So much for respecting your elders and betters…especially your betters, she thought.

When everyone was done with their business they all found themselves in the restaurant.  Francine looked for the two younger women and made a point of siting as far away from them as possible.

Unbeknownst to her, had she been there first, the two younger women would have done the same thing.  Her snooty attitude was obvious, that of a spoiled city girl who had not done real hard work in her life.  Despite the argument that Meredith was anticipating with Sara, the woman’s attitude was even worse.

At least her husband was tolerable. But both Sara and Meredith could easily tell who the boss in that marriage was.

Food was consumed and then they reassembled by their wagon. The horses were still resting but their driver was waiting with a sausage in his hand.

“I was just in the saloon, asking around, and the general feeling from the people was that it’s been raining and the creeks that we’re going to have to pass are high.  Also, they think that the wet weather isn’t over with.

“Well we are most certainly not going to stay here.  I don’t even see a proper room to stay at.  It’s not even mid-day so we’re going on.”

Their driver sighed, but got the horses ready to go again.  The entire foursome then got in, taking their exact places as before, and they were off again.

They headed out of the small town and settled in for another long stretch. The sisters either looked across at their traveling companions or looked away. But the look of disdain on the elder woman’s face made them wish to avoid eye contact with the couple.

The husband managed to smile at them a couple of times. That made them feel better until the wife caught him. An angry glare made him look down at his feet.

The stagecoach lumbered along, occasionally bouncing over rough terrain. “Hey, watch it!” Francine called up at the driver. “I’ve got valuables packed in those suitcases you know!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am,” a harried voice replied. “If I go any slower we won’t get there at all.”

“Is that all you got to say for yourself… ‘doin’ your best’?? This conveyance is rattling my innards!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am.”

Francine huffed in annoyance. Sara couldn’t help smirking at her until she glared down the young woman. Sara looked away uncomfortably.

For reasons only she knew, Francine decided to close her mouth and shut up for a little while.  Her husband and Meredith took advantage of the silence and stayed still, enjoying the brief respite.  Sara suddenly found herself unable to keep her eyes open.

She dozed off, her head tilting to the right and coming to rest on her sister’s shoulders.  Meredith gave her a small shove so that her head went the other way. But then it came back and rested on her shoulder again.  She gave up and let her keep it there.

Things stayed smooth for a bit when they all heard a pattering above their heads.  That noise could only be from rain droplets. They looked outside, Sara having been woken up, and saw the rain coming down.  It was light at first but soon picked up and got heavier and heavier.

Sara and Meredith enjoyed watching the rain. But, as expected, Francine got uppity about it. “Keep my things dry, driver”, she yelled up to him.

“I’d like to ma’am, but there’s really nothing I can do about it.  The weather is what it is.”

Francine pouted and, as the rain came down harder, they felt the wagon sloping downwards, following a trail that was taking the wagon down a steep hill.  All four of them waited for the road to level out, but it didn’t.  They all held onto the sides and their respective companions as they went down farther and the rain intensified.

Meredith looked at Sara who looked back. They looked across at the couple riding with them. Francine gave them an indignant look but said nothing, especially as they kept going downhill.

For a moment it felt as though the stagecoach had picked up speed. They could hear the horses starting to pick up the pace, heard the driver trying to reign them back in. All the while the rain kept coming down.

Just how long was this hill anyway? They were still going down. The sisters looked expectantly at the couple as though they should know if they had been this way once before. The husband smiled sheepishly and then shrugged his shoulders. The wife glared at him as though he wasn’t supposed to be nice to their passengers of low-standing.

“My luggage!” Francine called up toward the driver.

“It’s raining ma’am… and I’m a little busy at the moment!”

“Mind our luggage, driver!”

“Right now I’m trying to mind the horses, ma’am!”

The carriage continued to pick up speed and all four of the passengers started to worry.  Sara and Meredith slowly reached over and took each other’s hands.  Francine sat up straighter, trying to act calm and collected.  Her husband just turned and looked out the side, hiding his face from everyone.

The rain intensified and they could all hear the driving yelling at the horses, trying to reign them in.  Nothing he did seemed to be working.

Suddenly they all felt the wagon as it took a huge hit.  Either they had hit a hard rock, or one wheel had gone into a large hole in the ground.  It was such a jolt that all four of them were lifted from their seats and banged their heads against the roof of the carriage.

Meredith looked out of her window and saw, to her shock, the driver in midair as he went flying out of his seat.  She covered her mouth in horror just as the wagon started to slew to one side.

“Driver, what’s going on up there?? If any of our merchandise is damaged your freight line is going to pay for it!”

“He certainly needs to slow the horses down!” her husband agreed nervously.

“He’s not up there anymore,” Meredith gasped, her face visibly pale.

“What??” The other three looked at her aghast.

“I saw him go over the side on that last bump we took.”

“Then who’s driving the stagecoach??” Francine simply could not comprehend their situation.

“There’s no one driving??” Sara gasped anxiously. She knew instantly the trouble they were in.

“What about the horses?” Francine asked. “Surely they’ve been trained…”

“They’re probably running scared!” her husband observed, clearly becoming more frightened.

“What do we do now? Are we riding a runaway stagecoach??” Everyone looked at Francine but no one had an answer to her question.

As if in answer, the wagon straightened itself out again and all of them breathed easier, but only for a moment.  The wagon didn’t stay straight, but kept sliding until it was out of position, just slanted on the other side.

Francine stuck her head out of the carriage to look for the driver.  She didn’t see him but did lose her hat in the process as the wind took it off of her head.  She was able to get back in but her hair was already wet and had lost its styled appearance.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Sara asked her sister.

Meredith didn’t have an answer and looked at Francine’s husband.  He didn’t have an answer either.

The carriage kept turning and going down the slope.  Then, and they all guessed that it had gone too far, there was a huge snapping sound. The wheel that Sara was sitting over broke, putting the coach on a slant and letting everyone see the horses still attached to their tender run away from their conveyance.  They didn’t run for very long, just long enough to get out of the way.  Then they just stood where they were until they were out of sight.

With Sara sitting slightly lower than the rest of them, the carriage kept going downhill.  None of them could even tell how far they had gone but it seemed like a long time.  With Sara down, and the cart at an angle, rain started to pour into the cabin as the carriage spun again and everyone’s place was reversed.

The coach headed out of control down the hill as the occupants started to scream and cry out. With one wheel broken it kept skidding on one side of its axle, threatening the remaining wheels. Francine finally lost all manner of decorum as she screamed in terror, shaking her husband as though expecting him to do something.

Sara and Meredith clutched each other, looking with fright at the other two occupants as the coach bounced along down the hill. The carriage took another huge bump and threw them all up into the air again, resulting in another chorus of cries. At the angle they were heading down, Francine caught sight of valuable pieces of luggage flying off.

She let out a mournful wail before another rough bump caused them all to cry out in terror. The whole time the rain came in through the openings on either side. It wasn’t long until they were soaked.

They all let out a scream as the coach became airborne. It pitched over at an angle with Francine and Willoughby going over backward. The two sisters pitched over on top of them.

Meredith got a view of the ground coming up and realized there was water below them. She had a fleeting hope it might soften their landing. Then they hit with a splash and a crunch as the coach started to disintegrate all around them.

A piece of splintered wood came through Willoughby’s back, narrowly missing Sara as it emerged out of his chest. There was the sound of breaking glass as the contents to Francine’s luggage spilled out. A shattered plate spun thorough the air and sliced her jugular. A second later she was submerged; gurgling, bleeding out and drowning.

The back of the coach continued moving forward, breaking Meredith’s back. With a grunt she inhaled reflexively as the coach entered the water, swollen from the recent rains.

Sara felt the contents of the crumbling coach push her downward, submerging her in the midst of the dead and dying. Her dress was snagged as the weight of the coach pinned her inside the sinking stagecoach. The current grabbed the mass of destruction and began to sweep it downstream.

Something knocked the breath out of her. Then she was wildly struggling inside the destroyed coach. It caught a rock as it rushed downstream and she gurgled as she started to drown.

She couldn’t believe how this whole day had turned out. She was dimly aware of her dying sister’s spasming body next to her. There was no movement from the husband’s body beneath her, and Francine didn’t seem to be active. Then she gurgled again. The carriage hit a submerged rock before settling upon the bottom, entombing the four occupants until the flowing water receded and someone could find out what happened to the missing stagecoach…

© 2016 (written Jul 28 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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Condom roulette (19&20) 4.6 (36)

Posted on April 18, 2017 by riwa

19

Without another word she stepped up onto the stool. Daniel and I had to help steady her. Dustin’s cock was just as hard as ours. He seemed a little hesitant, although not all that much.

He asked his wife, “Gawd, baby; are you sure about this?”

“I don’t know… you guys could… could give me a flying fuck and… and… and see if I survive.” She lovingly caressed the nylon before quietly gasping, “Fuck; I’m so hot right now!”

“And if you don’t survive?” her husband wanted to know.

“Then you guys should fuck my corpse down here. Afterwards, I want you to toss me into the dumpster. There’s already enough meat between Alison and Nikki to feed the neighborhood.” She paused before quietly adding, “Gawd… to hang me… fuck my corpse in the noose… and then throw my cum-drenched ass into the dumpster?? Fuck, what a perfect ending to a crazy night for a filthy slut like me!”

“Damn, Dana! Do you see how hard we are just hearing you talk like that?”

She giggled as she told me, “That was me putting that stuff in your drinks, Eric. I’m so naughty, so maybe I deserve this. But thinking of you standing around jerking off, cumming on my dead body while I hang from the noose?? FUCK!”

She wobbled unsteadily on the stool, causing her to grab for the rope. In one swift motion she looped it around her neck. She let out a gasp as she shuddered. Her pussy was wet as hell; I think she had cum right then and there.

She saw the set of manacles we had lying on a nearby counter. “Cuff me quick, Eric!” she nodded, pointing them out to me. “Cuff my hands behind my back before I change my mind!”

I looked at Daniel who nodded excitedly, his cock hard and quivering. I looked at Dustin for confirmation. He only paused a moment before slowly nodding his head. So I walked over and retrieved the cuffs.

I took them over and stepped behind Dana who had already pulled her arms behind her back for me. I cuffed her roughly, causing her to gasp and whimper. Then I reached up for the rope angling downward and pulled on it, taking out the slack.

She gasped as it tightened around her throat. She whimpered as she started to breathe heavily. Her nipples were really hard, her pussy dripping an arousal that was slithering down her legs in rivulets.

“Shall I tie it off?” I asked no one in particular. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I heard Dana gasp, “Yes; do it, Eric! Fucking tie it off already! I’m so fucking horny!”

“This should help with your balance,” I told her as I pulled on the rope. It lifted her up onto the balls of her feet as I secured the other end. Then I came back to her.

I reached up and started molesting her, fondling and groping her boobs as she writhed and moaned. Then I fingered her pussy. She clenched around the fingers inside her, whimpering and wriggling while the other two guys shamelessly stroked their cocks right in front of her.

“Was Alison as excited as… as I am?” her voice rasped. It was a little choked off, although she could still get air.

“More,” I told her as I fingered her cunt. She was really wet.

“Nuh-uh! I’m hornier than… she ever was!”

“Do you really think so?”

“Hang me, Eric! I want you to fucking… hang me!”

I turned to the guys to get their reactions. They were both still stroking. Daniel’s remark was “Hang the slut!” while Dustin added “If the whore wants to hang, who am I to say no?”

I sucked on one of Dana’s nipples as I fingered her cunt. She let out a moan and a whimper. Then I heard her beg, “Hang me, damn you!”

I bit down on a nipple, causing her to cry out. Then I pulled her toward me with my fingers in her pussy as I pushed on the stool with my foot. I pulled her off and then kicked it away before stepping back to watch her dangle.

Dana rasped and kicked as the rope took her full weight. Her arms suddenly jerked upward behind her back as though she was trying to reach the coil around her neck to loosen it. Her tits bounced as she swung back and forth. Her pussy glistened; I’m sure I saw something spray out of it.

The guys stood on either side of me, the three of us stroking together. “Fuck; that’s hot!” Daniel gasped.

“And you hung Alison like that?” Dana’s husband asked.

“Sure did, Dustin. I’ll show you exactly what I did to her.”

I stepped forward with my cock hard and erect. Dana’s legs came around as though attempting to use me for leverage. She was so wet I slid right into her soaked cunt.

Her legs tightened around my waist as she tried lifting herself up. It had the effect of her pussy fucking my cock as she went up and down. It wasn’t long until I don’t think she was trying to get any air so much as she was trying to fuck me while attempting to reach another orgasm.

She bounced up and down on my cock, rasping and gasping for breath. Her cunt clenched like crazy; it felt incredible! Then she shuddered hard; I think the crazy bitch had reached orgasm because she soaked me.

Her pussy leaked as she gurgled her climax. It had the added effect of triggering a release of my own. Her eyes rolled as I filled her with my cream. I think she might have actually felt me cum inside her.

I slowly stepped back as she tried to hang onto me with her legs. She lost me and went swinging back and forth. Our cum mixed together to dribble down her legs.

“Fuck; I’ve got to have me some of that!” And with that Daniel stepped forward. Dana had the strength to wrap her legs around his waist as she rode him impaled on his dick while the noose continued to close around her throat.

Dustin kept stroking as I watched Nikki’s husband give his wife a hot, flying fuck. Daniel was gasping and crying out, calling her a fucking whore and how she was going to hang to death with his cock up her cunt. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard until it looked like she was drenching him with her cum.

“C’mon, Dustin!” he suddenly called out. “Fuck your wife’s ass! Let’s do her together!”

Her eyes fluttered as though she’d heard but wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Dustin only hesitated a moment before he stepped up behind her. “You are one kinky, sexy whore, baby!” he declared as he thrust up hard into her ass.

She let out a gawk as they gave her a flying fuck in both holes. Dana rasped and gurgled as her eyes rolled again. Then it looked like she was having another climax. Damn, how many orgasms was this bitch capable of putting out??

Daniel blurted out, “Fuck; she’s milking my cock like she wants me to cum inside her! What a fucking noose-whore!” That’s when I saw Dustin reach around to grab and twist her nipples.

She hitched again as her face took on an ominous shade of red. She looked like she was having some serious breathing problems. Then I heard her husband tell her, “Damn, baby! Your ass is really making my cock feel good!”

She rasped and gurgled as her body twitched. Her arms looked like they were trying to come up behind her back. But there wasn’t much effort. It made me think she was losing steam.

“Awww, FUCK!” And with that Daniel thrust hard up her cunt. She jerked and shuddered as Dustin proclaimed, “Fuck; I’m cumming too!”

They both stood there fucking her until her legs suddenly came down from around Daniel’s waist. She hung tiredly as stray muscles fired off. Daniel pulled out first, revealing another batch of cum slithering down her legs. Dustin pulled out a few seconds later.

I was hard and stroking again; it was just too damned erotic. Dustin smiled at me and then waved me over to his wife. “It’s your noose, Eric; you do the honors.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take her down? She might still be there.”

“Let her die on your cock, buddy.”

I shrugged my shoulders and stepped forward. He didn’t have to tell me twice, although it was probably the alcohol in my system that helped me do it. I stepped forward, found her cum-soaked pussy with my cock and let her hang there impaled on it.

Her mouth was open as drool spilled off her lips onto her tits. She spasmed and twitched; I could still feel her cunt trying to milk me. But her eyes were glazing over.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” I asked softly. The only response was more of her pussy trying to clench around my hard, quivering shaft. But even that settled down until she was just hanging there limp, impaled on my dick.

I started thrusting into her as I pulled down on her shoulders. I heard something in her chest as her eyes flickered briefly. Then I really started thrusting as I pulled a little harder.

Her pussy picked up the pace, clenching again as though she was trying to keep her heart going. Her eyes flickered as more drool gathered on her tongue to spill onto her boobs. Her pussy clenched softly, but I could still detect it. Then my cock went off inside her as her eyes totally glazed over.

I slowly pulled out until she was gently swaying back and forth, her head tilted off to one side. Her bladder suddenly released; I hadn’t counted on that. Then Dustin and Daniel stepped forward. They actually spurted their spunk all over her limp body, leaving more cream to trickle down her naked flesh.

Daniel stepped forward… “I’m fucking that dead ass.” Then he thrust up into her butt. There was the faintest hint of a response, but I suspect it was only a reflex as he began fucking her good and hard while reaching around to savage her tits.

I looked over at Dustin, not knowing how to feel. “You ok, man?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think she wanted it this way. So I’m glad you gave it to her. At least she won’t suffer from ‘survivor’s guilt’ over living through the night.”

“Good point.”

He took a deep breath before stepping up to fuck her pussy. She got double-teamed in the noose again as the guys fucked both holes. There was cum leaking everywhere as they helped themselves to sloppy seconds.

They left more cum deposits which ended up leaking out of her holes and down her legs. I was told to go up and help myself if I wanted. I was still hard, no doubt from whatever she’d used to spike our drinks. I decided not to feel too bad about it, especially since she deserved it and probably wanted us to have a good time using her corpse.

I really enjoyed her ass until I left another deposit of cream which leaked out and slithered down her legs. Daniel set her body to swaying back and forth as he watched and stroked. He spurted on her again, followed by Dustin coating her with more cream. By now all that spunk from our cocks and her arousal, along with her piss, was starting to drip off her toes.

We finally took her down and laid her out on the floor. I knelt down, tipped her head back and fucked her mouth with my cock. Daniel straddled her and fucked her tits with his dick. And Dustin gave it to her in her dead pussy again. Then we all stood up over her and coated her with our cum as we spurted all over her.

It finally felt like I was starting to soften. The guys were acting as though they’d finally had enough. I think exhaustion was setting in… either that or whatever had been put in our drinks was wearing off.

“What do we do now? I asked.

“We do what she wanted,” Daniel suggested. “We throw this whore out in the dumpster. Maybe the garbage men will find her and get lucky. Anyway, Dustin and I will take the dead wives upstairs back to my place. I have a freezer big enough to hold them until we start our barbecue tomorrow.”

“Can you guys handle all that?”

“Sure, Eric,” Daniel replied. “Why should you leave your house? You’re probably dead on your feet.” He laughed at his little pun.

I helped them haul Dana outside in the back alley, tossing her cum-stained body in with all the other trash. I felt both aroused and yet disgusted with myself. But Dustin told me not to feel bad about it as we were only carrying out her last wishes.

After we got dressed, I helped them haul the other two bodies out to their vehicle. They thanked me for one hell of an evening. Then they told me not to worry about it. Dustin said there would be sexy bitches at the barbecue and that they would introduce a few of them to me. I was told I would be the star of the party, although I wasn’t sure I believed that.

I went inside and did a little clean-up. I felt alone and a little unhappy. But it was as though I could hear my wife whispering in my ear not to feel bad because she was the one who had been willing to take all the risks. I also thought I heard her tell me to pick out a good bitch to enjoy at the barbecue.

I didn’t know if it was a ghost, wishful thinking, or just a guilty conscience trying to rationalize it all. So with that in mind I took a quick shower before climbing into bed. Before I drifted off to sleep I found myself wondering whether it was all a dream and if I would wake up in the morning in bed with Alison cuddled up by my side.

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Nov 27 ’16 by riwa)

20

I woke up feeling groggy and hungover. But we had something in the house for that. Then my eyes adjusted and I looked all around.

Alison wasn’t in bed with me. So it had happened after all.

I had mixed emotions as I got out of bed and got dressed. There was still some cleanup that needed to be done. At least that kept me active.

I got a call from Daniel about 10 am. He told me he had both wives on to cook and that people were already starting to gather. He said it was probably going to be the neighborhood event of the year.

I told him I wasn’t sure how I felt about coming. He told me to get my ass over there. He said if I was hungover he had something for that. But I told him we already had something in the house.

“Sis wants to meet you, Eric. I told her what went down last night. She’s making the salad and some dessert. And she’s contacted a few other women around the neighborhood who promised to bring some other fixings. It’s going to be great! But she really wants to meet you. And I’m sure there are others who will want to meet you as well.”

“Why? Am I suddenly public enemy number one?”

“No, man; you’re famous! Sis has been talking you up to anyone who might want to see you and say hi once you get here.”

“When do you want me there?”

“Anytime you can get your ass over here. Now I gotta go.” And with that he hung up.

I sighed as I went in to take a quick shower. Then I put on a pair of shorts and an airy shirt. I figured I might as well put in an appearance for a few minutes just to satisfy everyone.

I happened to glance over at the box of condoms. I looked in at the two yellow ones still residing in there. I don’t know what made me reach in, grab them and stuff them into my pocket. Maybe I thought I might want proof in case anyone challenged my story.

When I drove over, I discovered there was an impressive collection of people who had already gathered. I guess Daniel had done this type of thing before. Alison and I had heard about it, but for some reason we just weren’t interested. Now they were having her and Nikki as the main entree.

It smelled pretty good when I parked and walked in. I recognized some of the couples from the neighborhood as I went through the house. I went out back, only to be hit with the smell of flesh cooking.

I thought I would be disgusted at the aroma. But apparently they were using a lot of seasoning. In addition to the roasting pit there were four other barbecues going with a couple of neighbors manning each one.

At the pit I saw several people had gathered around. Daniel was there with a beer in his hand and appeared to be regaling them with events of the previous night. He kept talking and then motioning over at the main course as though she was part of the story.

I looked over to see Alison fully impaled from ass to mouth. She was rotating slowly over the open fire, juices dripping off her naked body. A lady I didn’t know was basting her ass with something that smelled good.

Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were stretched out and skewered at the ankles so they wouldn’t flop around. Her eyes were still open, making me wonder why they hadn’t closed them. It was really strange seeing her impaled like that. I swear it looked like she was fucking that damned spit while fellating the end sticking out of her mouth.

A can of beer magically appeared in my hand. “Good to see you, buddy!” Dustin said as he patted me on the back after handing it to me. “Some of the chicks are already asking about you! Of course Daniel and I have been seeing our fair share as well, telling them about what happened last night. But even though we have our favorites, since your wife’s the main menu item today we thought we’d let you have first pick of the litter.”

“First pick; how thoughtful,” I responded dryly. “I highly doubt anyone is going to want to go home with a guy who strangled his wife to death.” I still wasn’t sure I hadn’t done the deed myself, although it sure as hell felt like she was dying from that condom.

“You’d be surprised!” he laughed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got Nikki’s ass on the barbecue and I don’t want her to burn.” Then off he went.

I saw Daniel talking to a couple of girls who might have been college coeds. I knew he and his wife entertained them sometimes at his swinger parties. I had no idea I would finally be here attending one of his outdoor barbecues while he had someone I knew roasting on the spit.

I took a look over at Alison, sighing wistfully. Gawd, I was going to miss her. What the hell was I thinking buying that box of condoms when I suspected she would willingly want to risk going through them just for the thrill of it?

I was staring right at her when she suddenly shuddered on the spit. It looked like the crazy bitch was fucking it while cumming fully impaled on that metal pole! Impossible!

I blinked my eyes and looked closer. But there was no movement. I concluded it must have been my imagination.

A hand touched my shoulder as I heard a female voice ask, “Are you Eric?”

I turned to see an attractive blonde of about 23 in shorts and a very tight tank top that accented her 34 C’s. She had a sexy brunette friend standing with her about the same age and body shape in a light blue T and shorts.

“Yes, I am,” I told them politely.

“I’m Molly and this is Frieda,” the blonde said. “Daniel told us we should talk to you. He said you’re the reason we’re even having this barbecue in the first place.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Not everything,” Frieda giggled. “He talked about choking his wife and all. But he said he’d let you tell us all the juicy stuff’. So what happened? Is this your wife? Daniel says it’s your wife.” and she motioned at the naked body rotating on the spit.

“Yes, it is.”

“What did you do to her? How did she die?”

“Well, I’m not sure. We were playing ‘condom roulette’ and I may have…”

“Condom roulette?? What’s that?” Molly really seemed interested. You mean Daniel hadn’t told them about the condoms??

“It’s a box of condoms, only one is laced with a poison. You get fucked with it and you die.”

“Really?? Daniel didn’t tell us that! That sounds so fucking hot!” That was from Frieda.

“Tell us more!” Molly begged. “Don’t leave anything out!”

“Yeah, tell us the whole story!”

“Well, Frieda, I’ll try to hit the highlights so as not to bore you.” Then I gave them the abbreviated version, admitting to all without going into any great detail.

It took about twenty minutes as they kept asking for specifics. I told them just about everything, including wondering which of our wives may have gotten the lethal condom. I tried to leave certain things out but Molly wouldn’t let up, especially when she finally said, “I hear you gave Dana a flying fuck as you hanged her to death!”

“Yes, I did.”

“Fuck; that sounds hot!” Frieda gasped.

“You gals aren’t the least bit unnerved I hanged someone and that I may have choked my wife to death while playing ‘condom roulette’?”

“Not at all!” Molly panted breathlessly. “And we’re glad what happened to Nikki! That bitch was wicked cruel during our swinger parties. Last time she fucked my ass raw with her strap-on! So Daniel promised me a piece of her ass in return!”

Frieda recognized some guy she knew, and they excused themselves. They certainly weren’t fazed I may have been involved in the murder of a couple of women at my house. And they both seemed to have a fascination with the condom story.

I took one last look at Alison roasting on the spit before walking away. I didn’t want to hang around too long in case I might start feeling bad. But it appeared there were no hard feelings among any of our neighbors… at least none thus far.

I ran into a couple I knew, and I had to tell the story all over again. They seemed fascinated by it. At the end they both told me how much they appreciated my help in making this neighborhood party a rousing success by helping provide the meat. I thanked them, even though I wasn’t sure how I should feel about that.

I got me another beer where I ran into a trio of girls who also wanted to know the whole story. At the end they thought it was hot hearing how us husbands were fucking our three wives with one of them possibly drawing the laced condom. The dark-haired beauty told her friend she might have to ask her boyfriend Steve to consider buying a box of condoms.

I went over and talked to Daniel’s sister Janie who was overseeing a barbecue full of what must have been Nikki’s ribs. I thanked her for helping out and providing a salad and a dessert. She told me her brother had given her the bare bones of our time last night, but that she wanted more details from me.

I filled in the blanks while she was brushing the ribs with sauce. When I was done she just looked at me with eyes wide in admiration. “That sounds incredible!” she finally breathed. “And when all was said and done, Dustin let you fuck his wife in the noose until she died on your cock down in your basement??”

“Pretty much.”

“That must have been incredible!”

“It was.”

“Well, I don’t think so!”

I turned at the new voice in time to see 45 year old Francine Atherton with her greying hair that looked like it had been meticulously tended to by a hairdresser in the past five minutes. She was standing there giving me a disapproving look with her husband Willard by her side. She had a near empty glass of wine in her hand. I had no idea they’d been eavesdropping.

Janie rolled her eyes. “Oh, Francine! Go have some more Chablis, ok? Daniel will have something ready for you soon.”

“I certainly hope some of this meat will be cooked to my liking.”

“It will be, Francine; I promise! You know Daniel… only the best for the Athertons!”

“I should hope so!”

“You should be thankful, Francine! This is Eric! It’s his wife on the spit! And he helped arrange it last night so that Nikki will be putting in an appearance on your plate as well!”

“I hope I get the cunt steak, Janie.”

“Alison’s is reserved for Eric here.”

The newcomer scowled at that. “Well I don’t see why, not when we’re here to give our professional opinion on the meat you’re cooking. But I must say, I don’t approve of your methods, young man!” She was glaring right at me when she said it.

“Francine, you don’t like how the bodies get here so long as they get here?? I don’t get it!”

“And you, young man. I heard you hanged that young woman to death down in your basement before throwing her body out with the trash? What a waste of good meat! And your penis was inside her as she died in the noose? Inconceivable!”

Janie laughed as she told the woman, “Francine, I don’t think that word means what you think it means!”

The arrogant woman totally missed the movie reference, although I had to laugh inwardly. “Mind your ribs, young lady!” she snapped irritably. Then she proudly threw her chin up as they haughtily walked away.

“Oh don’t mind her, Eric,” Janie laughed. “She’s always like that. But I think there’s something going on deep down with that couple. They always show up anytime we’re cooking someone. And that bitch always wants to sample the best parts.”

I excused myself to go mingle again. But it wasn’t long before I encountered another group and was forced to regale them with my tale. I certainly was the center of attention. It actually felt rather nice.

Cuts of meat started to be served. Some of the neighbors grabbed a plate of food, either eating at one of the handful of tables or standing around talking to others. It really was a well-attended gathering. It’s a good thing Daniel had a huge back yard. Maybe that’s why they had such a large piece of property.

I decided not to go over to see how they were carving up Alison. I did get her cunt steak though. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But a few bites in and I had to conclude it tasted pretty decent. I could almost hear her in my ear laughing as she told me how I always liked chewing on her pussy.

After getting something to eat, I went back to mingling again. I decided to stay for the duration, being as how it would be inappropriate if the guest of honor left prematurely. Besides, it seemed like there was always someone wanting me to tell my story to them.

It wasn’t long before I started getting slips of paper with names and phone numbers. Some of the girls were asking me to call them later. I found that really interesting.

I went and told Daniel about the phone numbers I was collecting. He just patted me on the shoulder and grinned. He said he wasn’t surprised as he’d already gotten propositioned by a couple of the ladies they’d swung with several months ago. He told me to enjoy myself and to not feel bad about anything.

A couple minutes later this 22 year old with smaller but attractive breasts and short brown hair came up to me with another piece of paper. “Eric, will you ever buy another box of condoms with a lethal one inside?” I told her I didn’t know, but it was certainly a possibility.

“If you do, will you call me? I think I’d like to come over sometime and try one out if you’d be willing. I think we could have a really great time together. Call me!” Then she handed me the slip of paper with her name and number before rushing off to catch up to her friends.

It was like that all afternoon. I gathered a good half dozen slips of paper with names and numbers. But there was one I received that literally floored me.

I was off by myself between visits with neighbors when Francine walked up to me. She was alone. She paused and looked all around as though making sure no one knew she was with me. She looked me right in the eye and then slapped a piece of paper in my hand. Then she turned and walked away as though her business with me had been concluded.

I thought that was weird; that is, until I opened the paper and looked at what she’d written. It said DO YOU HANDLE REQUESTS? I’D LIKE TO SEE YOUR BASEMENT NEXT WEEK. CALL ME. I could hardly believe it!

I stared at it for a few seconds and then looked around for her. But she had slipped out of sight. Was there more to Mrs. Atherton than her expensive hair styling and her haughty attitude?

I wandered around until I found Daniel with Molly and Frieda in each arm. “There you are, Eric!” he declared when he caught sight of me and waved me over. “These attractive ladies have been telling me how excited they are to be at our party. They simply love the idea of playing condom roulette. It’s too bad you didn’t bring those last two condoms over with you.”

I looked at them in surprise, unable to believe the coincidence. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled them out. Daniel was astonished.

“Those are the yellow ones we didn’t use? You mean you brought ‘em with you??”

“Those are the last two yellow ones?” Molly gasped incredulously. She actually seemed excited about it.

“I thought I might need a little proof to show people,” I explained. “I had no idea folks would believe me right off the bat. Everyone here must know about your barbecue parties and how the ladies end up on the spit.”

“Oh FUCK!” Molly gasped. Her eyes were wide and she was visibly trembling.

She came over and slid an arm around my waist. Then she took one of the condoms right out of my hand before handing the other one over to Frieda. I looked at Daniel in surprise, but he just shrugged his shoulders as he grinned back at me.

“Is there someplace private where we can go fuck? Gawd, I can’t believe I’m saying this! How about you, Frieda?”

“I’m in!” her friend gasped excitedly.

“I know a place,” Daniel told them with a smile and a wave toward the house. And so the four of us headed off together where I was soon to discover if the lethal one was in the hands of one of our sexy risk-takers or if Nikki or Alison had already drawn it. Apparently the loss of my risk-taking wife was about to open up a whole new world for me…

THE END

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Dec 1 ’16 by riwa)

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He wants to drown me again 3 (7)

Posted on April 12, 2017 by riwa

He wants to drown me again

by Richard “Riwa” Shepard
Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles

I sit here waiting while he goes and sets up the camera. I’m in my pink dress and I’m going commando because he wants it that way. Figures.

He says I’m due for another dunking. And he told me he plans on using the handcuffs. Damn him. I don’t mind the dunkings, but the bondage makes me nervous. I think that’s why he enjoys it so much. Maybe that’s why I’m beginning to feel a little moist down below.

He comes and gets me and cuffs my wrists behind my back. I feel a tremor of fear (or is it arousal). Then he escorts me outside to the pool.

He makes me stand there waiting on the edge as he gets into the water and sets up the underwater camera. Then he climbs out. “Time for your drowning, bitch” and I get pushed in with a splash.

He jumps right in and pushes me down by my shoulders before I can even get a good breath. He holds me down just to give me a taste of what I’m in for. Does he know how much this turns me on? I don’t like to tell him but I think it’s obvious the way my nipples protrude and I get lubricated down below.

Bubbles spew out of my nose; is he trying to scare me? He’s holding me down a long time on this first one. My skirt rides up; he must really like that.

I grunt and bubble as he keeps pushing me down. Is he really going to drown me? He says he is but he hasn’t so far. Still, there’s a first time for everything. And there would be nothing I could do to stop him if he wanted to. Why the hell does the idea turn me on so much??

I’m up for a quick breath and then back down… up and then back down. The third time really gets me to trembling like crazy as I lose more air out of my nose.

He starts throwing me around a little, lifting me up for a breath and then back down again. My dress rides up again as my hair flows all around my head. I lose more bubbles as I try to hold my breath. My heart thumps loudly in my chest.

He pulls me up and grants me an all too brief breath before he sits me down on my ass. Then he holds me here. I lose more air out of my nose as I wriggle and squirm. I’m getting horny now, but I’m sure as hell not going to tell him that. It doesn’t matter as I can tell how hard he’s getting.

Up… down… up… down. My legs go flying as his camera gets a view of my goodies. I’m breathless and horny and I’m struggling to hold my breath again. He’s loving this; I can tell he’s loving this.

He pushes me down and leaves me. I don’t move at all as I hold my breath. Eventually buoyancy allows me to start to float up to the surface.

I get my knees underneath me and work my head out of the water. The hair is in my eyes but I see where he’s at. He’s over with the camera, pulling it out of the water and setting it up at the surface.

Great; just great. Now he’s going to drown my ass while getting surface shots.

He returns and looks at me funny like something went wrong. “Didn’t I drown you?” he asks curiously. That’s when he rolls me over onto my face. Shit; now he’s really going to drown me!

He grabs me by a handful of hair and holds my head under. “Didn’t you drown yet?” he asks. I wriggle and struggle, knowing I won’t get another breath until he allows it. That thought alone gives me wildly erotic sensations running through my body.

He pulls my head up and I gasp quickly for breath. “Drown bitch,” he growls as he forces my head back down. I feel another jolt of erotic tingles as I’m forced to hold my breath.

“Spread ‘em for the camera, bitch, or I’ll drown you for real.” In response I spread my legs up at the surface. “Slut!” he laughs as he pushes my head lower into the water.

He pushes my head deeper as my ass sticks up for the camera to see. I know he’s showing everyone the fact I’m not wearing anything underneath. It’s humiliating in an erotic kind of way, being exposed like this. But I’ve already glanced over and seen how hard he is. The bastard is sure enjoying himself this time.

I kick and struggle as he pushes my head down. “Still got some breath left in you, bitch? Guess I gotta keep you down longer!” I feel an erotic jolt wondering when he’s going to let me back up. My pussy is throbbing like crazy right now.

“I think you need a little help drowning, honey.” And with that he leans into my head, forcing me even lower in the water. My lungs are screaming at me; I keep losing air out of my mouth and nose. He could drown me anytime he wants. And today he just might.

He gives my head a good push down in the water and I bubble like crazy. “It’s sure taking you a long time to drown, bitch! I didn’t know you could hold your breath so long. No matter… those handcuffs should keep you from rising up.” His words give me another erotic jolt as I thrash about face down in the water.

He pulls my head up, I gasp for breath, he dunks me again. He pulls my head up and dunks me again. Then he pushes down on my head until I’m left to float for his viewing pleasure. He removes one cuff, but it’s too late. I float lifelessly, my lungs having given out.

I hold that position for the longest time. Then he pulls my head up and removes the other cuff. He drags me over to the side of the pool and I climb out. I sit on the edge panting like crazy, my hair in my eyes as I wonder if he’s going to do it all over again. I just hope he takes me later in the bedroom as I’m horny as hell…

© 2016 (written for Mr. and Mrs. Aquaphile 1 Sep 23 ’16 by Riwa)

(Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Prison fuck-toy Part 1 (male themes) 4 (9)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by riwa

It happened so quickly. One minute I’m at my desk, the next I’ve been shuffled off to an infamous prison on an island in the Caribbean. There is no explanation.

I try to get more information but I am denied at every turn. Once source says my wife tired of me and fabricated a crime I supposedly committed. Another says an ambitious young man wanted my position at the firm and framed me. I’m forced to wait in prison for the adjudication of my charges. But as the days go by I hear nothing, indicating my prospects don’t look too good.

My education into prison life begins my second day when I’m accosted in the shower. I’m forced to kneel and suck a large cock or I’ll get a shiv in my belly. And the few uncaring nurses I’ve seen around here indicates any kind of injury could prove fatal.

He thrusts hard into my mouth, seriously gagging me. It takes him no time at all to shoot his load down my throat. The thick, salty cream tastes nasty. But I’m forced to swallow it all the way down or risk a beating.

That same night in my cell another man comes in and accosts me, telling me he hears I give good head. I’m forced to suck my second cock, a great humiliation. What embarrasses me further is the way my own cock hardens at my treatment.

He starts to cum in my mouth when he pulls out. I get his jizz on my face and in my eyes. He tells me I’m quite the cocksucker and should become quite popular here at the prison. Those are not encouraging words, but they turn out to be quite prophetic.

I avoid the showers for a couple of days until the prisoner who raped my mouth in there grabs me by the throat as I’m passing by. “Time to try your ass, boy,” he hisses into my ear. “Don’t scream or call for help or it’ll go worse on ya.”

I’m dragged into the shower where he strips me naked and rapes my ass. My cock shamefully hardens right up as he hits my prostrate just right. It’s the first time my ass has been fucked. I’m embarrassed as hell as he shoots his load up my butt which proceeds to leak out of my rectum.

When he’s done he forces me to my knees and makes me suck his cock clean. I can taste my ass on his dick as he shoves it in hard. Then he leaves me kneeling in the shower with the water turned on.

Two nights later I get another visit in my cell. I have no idea how they are allowed in; they must get special favors from the warden. This one forces me to kneel over my bed frame, taking my ass from behind. My cock hardens right up again as he humiliates me by cumming in my ass. I’m forced to go to sleep with jizz leaking out of my butthole.

I eagerly wait for word on my case, but there is still nothing. Instead I get another visit in the shower by two prisoners. This time I am forced on my hands and knees, taking it up the ass while my mouth is severely throat-fucked.

Once more my cock hardens shamefully as I’m abused in both ends. I get a load of thick, sticky cream in my mouth and ass for my efforts. Then they pull out, laughing at me as they call me their cocksucking bitch.

When they’re gone I’m left on my knees in the shower with the water running. I can taste cum in my mouth and feel it leaking out of my ass. My cock is still hard from the effects of my rape.

It’s only been a few days since my incarceration and I haven’t had a release yet. My balls are full; I need one pretty bad. With the water still running I decide “what the hell” as I grab my dick and stroke myself.

In no time at all I cream the wall of the shower. The abuse was humiliating, but the release felt welcome. I head off to my cell, totally unaware someone witnessed my little masturbation session in the shower.

That night I get another visitor who comes in and orders me to strip. I’m stood up against the wall where he proceeds to rape my ass. Once more my cock hardens shamefully.

He hisses into my ear, “You like that, eh, sissy-boy?” Then he reaches around and grabs my cock, stroking me painfully while he fucks my butt. I harden even more.

“Stroke yourself, sissy-boy,” he demands. Shamefully I stroke my cock as he violates my ass. “Cum for me, sissy-boy” and I spurt as he fills my rectum with his seed. When he leaves I go to bed ashamed, yet satisfied from the release.

The next morning I awaken to find a package lying on the floor next to my bed. On it is a card that says, “Put this on and then report to the showers. Better do it, sissy-boy.”

When I open the package it contains a black dress. I can’t believe I’m expected to wear this. I look all around but no one is watching so I decide to try it on.

The damned thing is tight, the skirt hardly covering my ass. It covers my genitals but just barely. It is embarrassing as hell and I pray no one sees me wearing it.

At first I’m tempted to remove the damned thing. But something tells me I could end up in big trouble if I don’t obey. So I leave my cell and walk shame-faced to the showers in my little black dress.

Several guys are already there to greet me, all of whom I have sucked or have fucked me. All are sporting massive erections. “I told you sissy-boy would wear it,” one says to the others. “Deep down he loves it.” Then he orders me, “On your knees, sissy-boy.”

I fall to my knees as those cocks are pushed in front of my face. My cock hardens, lifting my skirt as it gets stiff underneath. “See, boys; he likes it,” the one tells the others. “Stroke yourself as you suck us, sissy-boy.”

I stroke myself as I alternate between cocks. It is humiliating as hell, but I figure I have no other choice. Besides, the release will be welcome after getting so hard from my humiliation.

The four cocks go off, spurting my face as I’m ordered to cum right along with them. When the forth load of jizz hits my eyes my cock goes off in my hand. They all laugh at me, telling me how much the prison is going to enjoy its new sissy-boy. I’m ashamed, but I figure I have to tolerate it while hoping my case is eventually adjudicated.

It isn’t long before word gets around the new sissy-boy is all dressed up for the part. I get more cocks in the shower as well as in my cell. It’s strange how I don’t see any guards, and my abuse goes unchecked.

I’m not the only one getting abused. I learn there are several others the prisoners are using to satisfy themselves. I start to recognize them when I see them; you can tell by the look in their eyes.

One afternoon several of us are taken out to the courtyard where the exercises take place. Five of us are lined up along one wall and butt-fucked to see which of our cocks spurts the fastest. My skirt rises as my cock hardens underneath and I’m ashamed when I win the impromptu contest without even touching myself. But there is far worse to come.

—

We all head outside to a different part of the prison, one I haven’t seen before. I’m horrified to see a gallows up along one wall. The noose hangs ominously and I see what looks like a trio of coffins lying nearby on the ground.

I turn to another prisoner and ask if they’re about to hang someone from death row. “We’re all on death row,” he tells me. His words send a chill down my spine.

I watch as one of the men I know named Marvin is marched up the set of steps by two men. He is balding and totally nude with his wrists bound behind his back. He looks scared out of his mind as the inmates all move closer to watch.

I feel one of my regular rapists step up behind me. He grabs me and pulls his cock out, lifting my skirt and pushing it into my ass.  “Stay close to me and watch, sissy-boy. Watch and learn.” I have a bad feeling about this.

There is some sort of drawing which one of my other rapists wins. Marvin is noosed up and then forced to kneel up on the platform. He is not given hardly any slack as the rope cinches tight around his throat.

One of the men up there with him takes his cock out and forces it down his throat. Marvin gags on it as though he’s never sucked cock before. But I’ve seen him being sexually abused on several different occasions. I think he’s one of the more resistant ones.

I look around to see other cocks have come out. Some of the others are being forced to suck or are being butt-fucked. It’s like an orgy has broken out. It would almost be comical were it not for the inmate noosed up on the platform.

The guy forces Marvin’s head down as though deliberately strangling him with that tight rope. He finally pulls out long enough to splatter thick gobs of cum on the poor guy’s face. Then he’s pulled to his feet. I’m shamefully hard and I don’t know whether it’s due to Marvin’s abuse, the cock up my ass, or the idea I’m about to witness some guy hang to death buck-naked.

He’s forced to the edge of the platform and I see fear in his eyes. All it would take now would be a small push to send him off the edge so the rope can catch him and strangle him to death. Then that other guy comes up behind him.

He kicks his feet apart and rams his ass hard with his big, thick cock. Marvin gasps as his naked body rocks. His dick stiffens visibly while he’s in the process of being fucked.

I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. I also can’t believe how hard I’ve become. I know what Marvin is experiencing being butt-fucked right now because I’ve also got a thick cock up my ass… and I’m shamefully hard.

My rapist reaches around and grabs my stiff dick. “I see you’re hard, sissy-boy,” he laughs sadistically in my ear. “Does it turn you on seeing him butt-fucked before he hangs?” I don’t want to be smacked or beaten so I don’t say a word.

Amazingly Marvin begins to respond as though he knows this is going to be the last fuck of his life. He reacts by pushing back into his rapist, his grunts echoing in the courtyard. The inmates cheer and jeer, calling him names and telling him he’s about to enjoy a special necktie party.

His cock is really stiff, the same way mine is now getting. It’s shameful as hell, but for now I’ve all but gotten used to it. There’s no point trying to hide the way my dick stiffens underneath the hem of my dress. And there’s no point trying to deny how much my body enjoys it despite my humiliation.

The guy raping Marvin suddenly cries out his release. The courtyard suddenly gets silent as though something is about to happen. For a moment all I can hear is the quiet sound of sucking and fucking. Then the bastard gives poor Marvin a push off the edge.

He lets out a cry as he falls over. The noose grabs him by his neck and pulls him up short. Then he’s wildly swinging back and forth out over empty air, his legs kicking as his body violently twists and jerks.

All around me the sexual sounds resume as though building to a crescendo. The rapist fucking my ass orders me to stroke myself, telling me to enjoy the show. After all, he says, that’s going to be me up there one day. My cock is hard and throbbing under my dress as I shamefully grab on, not needing to be told a second time.

Marvin rasps and gurgles as he fights the noose. The inmates all around me cheer and applaud. Others are being butt-fucked or are on their knees sucking cock, spared having to witness the horror of a man dying in the noose in abject humiliation.

Marvin’s legs jerk as though he’s just gone into seizures. Then his hard cock spurts. Cum arcs out a few times until it simply oozes out of the tip. Most of the inmates cheer as though that’s what they’ve come to see.

Marvin’s naked body goes quiet as he hangs limp. His cock softens until a stream of urine comes out and splatters the ground below. There are a couple of muscle twitches, but otherwise he is gone.

Up on the platform those two inmates are stroking their cocks. They’ve been stroking the whole time while he was kicking and dying. Now they move closer to the edge.

The inmates give out a cheer as they both shoot their loads. Jizz arcs out and spatters Marvin’s naked body. Stray muscles twitch as though he’s subconsciously reacting to his degradation.

My rapist empties his cock up my butt and I feel a hot load of cream. A moment later my own cock spurts. I’m ashamed of cumming while poor Marvin hangs there in death.

I get no time for reflection on what I’ve just witnessed as a couple more rapists I recognize come over with their cocks hanging out. “Hey, let’s bang sissy-boy here!” I’m forced on my hands and knees as they fill me in both ends. But I’m not the only one on all fours as others I recognize end up on hands and knees.

After 20 minutes Marvin is lowered until his feet are almost touching the ground. The winner of the drawing marches right up and gives the corpse a good, hard butt-fucking. When he cums in Marvin’s ass it results in more jizz leaking down his legs.

Marvin is taken down and used for about ten or fifteen minutes by anyone who wants to fuck a corpse. He’s “helped” onto his hands and knees as inmates gather around. More cum is pumped into both holes. I can’t believe they are sexually abusing a dead body.

When they’re done his naked body is tossed unceremoniously into the first coffin. Several guys gather around stroking until they start spurting all over his dead body. But by then I see another naked guy with his wrists bound behind his back being taken up onto the gallows by two different inmates. This one is named Waylon.

The noose is taken up and reset before they noose him up. The middle-aged Waylon is forced to kneel like Marvin did, forced to take cock down his throat. I’m forced onto my hands and knees and ordered to suck another cock just like he’s being forced to suck.

He’s on his knees for a good ten minutes, partially strangling in that noose wrapped tightly around his throat. My cock hardens again and I don’t know if it’s because of his abuse or mine. I fear it’s a little bit of both.

He gets a load of jizz in his eyes as I get a load in mine. Then he is stood up, the noose tightened again as I am stood up. He is butt-fucked as another guy I know all too well comes over to have a go at me.

“Stroke yourself, sissy-boy,” a voice hisses in my ear. “I’m gonna cum when Waylon hangs. And you’re gonna cum too!”

Hands wrap around my throat as I watch Waylon’s body react to each hard thrust. My breath is choked off and I start getting dizzy. “Stroke yourself, sissy-boy!” the voice hisses in my ear and I grab on and shamefully jerk my meat.

Waylon gasps for breath as his cock hardens right up. His rapist must be hitting his prostate just right. I’m ashamed how hard my cock is as I watch while I’m butt-fucked down here.

“Get ready,” the voice hisses sadistically in my ear. “I want you to cum the moment he hits the end of that rope.” I’m ashamed and humiliated as I stroke myself, not wanting to partake in this orgy but having no other choice.

Waylon cries out, his cock twitching as he gets a load of cum up his ass. Then he too is pushed off the edge of the platform. Hands tighten around my throat as he hits the end of the rope and starts to swing his life away.

Hot cum fills my ass as I rasp for breath, his hands so tight around my throat I can barely breathe. Then my cock spurts shamefully as Waylon kicks his legs, twisting and jerking wildly. It looks like it hurts like hell. But a couple seconds later his cock goes off to the cheers of the sadistic inmates all around me.

My rapist laughs at me as my ass oozes more man-cream. Waylon fights the noose for several minutes before he finally stops jerking around, his cock leaking sperm and then piss when it softens. He’s left up for another 20 minutes before the next inmate who apparently won a second drawing gets to go forward and butt-fuck his corpse after he’s lowered in the noose to ground level.

I’m soon back on my knees sucking more cock. But I get glimpses of him being taken down from the noose, his corpse sexually abused for the next ten minutes or so. He ends up in the second coffin and gets a 21 cock salute, coating his naked body with more jizz.

A third bound inmate is taken up the steps by two completely different inmates. The young, twenty-something Morris is noosed and then forced to his knees to suck while I’m still giving blowjobs. Hangman number one coats his face with jizz before hangman two stands him upright and proceeds to give him a good butt-fucking.

I’m finally left alone as many of the inmates draw closer or go searching for fresh meat. I stand and watch as Morris gets it good and hard up the ass. I have a similar sensation in my butt, perhaps the residue of all the fucking I’ve received so far. I can feel all that cream leaking out. But strangely my cock gets hard again.

Apparently this is the last one as many of the inmates surge forward for a closer look. Besides, there are only three coffins visible. Yet my cock hardens shamefully as Morris gets it hard up the ass.

Hangman number two cries out as he shoots his load up Morris’ butt. This time I see him force a huge plug up the poor guy’s ass. Then he’s pushed off the edge of the platform.

The noose catches him by the neck and Morris starts to kick and jerk around. My cock is shamefully hard and I stroke it a little as I watch. I’m embarrassed the way seeing a man hang to death has made me so hard.

His cock spurts, some of his jizz landing on the inmates below. After several moments his spasming body settles down. His cock softens and he unleashes a stream of piss that also splatters some of the lingering inmates.

He hangs there for the required twenty minutes before he’s lowered and butt-fucked while still in the noose. Then he’s taken down and sexually abused for several minutes. I haven’t cum and I’m glad; it would be too humiliating getting off to some poor guy’s hanging.

One of my rapists comes over and grabs me by the arm. “C’mon, sissy-boy; I see yer still hard. Come say goodbye to Morris.” I’m dragged over until I find myself standing around his coffin with several others as his naked body lies face up, his eyes glazed over with a look of vacant pain and horror.

“Say goodbye to Morris, sissy-boy. Stoke that cock and spurt all over him.” There are commands for the others to stroke and I notice it’s mostly the guys I refer to as us subs. I see everyone else stroking, no doubt afraid of getting a beating.

I stroke too, although it’s embarrassing as hell. I’m not sure I can do it, but I suspect there’s a beating awaiting me if I don’t. So I think of what poor Morris had to go through and my cock gets nice and hard.

I remember him forced to suck and my cock twitches in my hand. I think of him being butt-fucked and the sensation in my ass makes me even harder. Then I think of him fighting the end of the noose, his cock spurting.

At that moment cocks around me start to go off. Morris gets cum on his face, chest, legs and crotch. It’s enough to cause me to spurt as well, and I stroke a load for him as the hem of my dress fluffs from me grasping my dick.

The Warden loudly proclaims “Dismissed” over the loudspeakers. The guys start to walk away and I’m allowed to leave. One of my rapists comes up to me with a smile.

“How was it, sissy-boy? Can’t wait for your turn in the noose?” He laughs as he walks away. And just like that I’m given a foreshadowing of my eventual fate in here. It give me a shiver knowing there’s nothing I can do to prevent it.

—

The idea of me being helpless to prevent my death in here is more than I can bear. There has to be something I can do. Besides, I don’t like the idea of hanging shamefully like that in front of all the other prisoners.

I go to the first guard I see and ask to meet with the warden. He promptly laughs in my face. I tell him it’s urgent, but he sneers, “It’s always urgent.” Then he turns and walks away.

I go to another guard… and then another. Each time I am rebuffed. I’m indignant; after all, we’re supposed to have rights in here.

I go all over the prison facilities seeking anyone who might get me an audience with someone on the outside. My efforts prove futile. A fear sets in that I might die in here and never be heard from again.

I have no desire to ask any of the prison Doms for help – the guys I know as my rapists. I might earn myself a butt-fucking if I try to ask any of them. They seem to have all the power around here. But you’re literally taking your life in your hands if you ask them anything. And I don’t have anyone I feel safe confiding in.

If I can’t ask the Doms then perhaps one of the Subs might know something. So I start my rounds again, asking for anyone who might have any information I can use. None of them seem to want to help me. Perhaps they’re afraid it would go badly for them if the Doms found out they even talked to me.

I head back to my cell, feeling frustrated and alone. I can’t even get any word to the outside. For all anyone knows, I simply dropped off the face of the earth… that is, unless they know I was put in here.

Why hasn’t anyone come to my aid? Why haven’t I been given a lawyer? It occurs to me I might not want to know the answer.

I’m in my cell feeling depressed as hell when I hear someone clearing their throat out in the corridor. Someone says, “Hey” and I turn to see who it is. It’s another sub named Carlos who apparently has been forced to wear a short skirt and pantyhose.

“I hear you’re trying to get word to the outside.”

I look at him hopefully. “Can you help me?”

He shakes his head… “No. But I can give you some information… for a price.”

“What price?”

“The Doms have broken me. Now they’ve left me alone for a while. It’s been so long since I’ve sucked and been fucked.”

“They’d kill us if they caught us doing that.”

“I think they’re going to kill us anyway. I need it bad. I’ll tell you anything you want to know so long as you let me suck your cock and then you fuck me.”

“What about your pantyhose?”

“There’s a little hole torn in back. You don’t think they would deprive themselves of an ass to fuck, do you?”

He looks all around and then comes into my cell. He kneels right in front of me. Then he lifts my skirt and starts touching my cock. None of us Subs are allowed to wear any boxers or briefs in here.

“What do you want to know?” he asks as he caresses my manhood. I’m embarrassed the way it hardens from his attention. So I decide to start with the hangings. My first question is who authorized them.

“The outside,” he says casually as he licks the tip of my shaft. “The guards have nothing to do with it. Neither does the warden. Someone from the outside wants a prisoner dead, so they make it happen.” Then he takes me into his mouth.

That’s very ominous news indeed. Am I truly condemned in here? “Did any of them get a trial?” I ask quietly. He shakes his head as he continues to suck.

“Marvin. Tell me about Marvin. Why him?”

“His wife spent all their savings. She wanted his insurance policy. The company pays if he is executed in here.” Then he goes right back to sucking.

My cock twitches in his mouth as I ask, “And Waylon?”

“Waylon worked for a corporation. His wife was sick and she got his funds. Once she died they didn’t want to pay out anymore. So Waylon is gone and they keep what’s left.” He brings a hand across his throat in a slicing motion before going back to sucking on my dick, leaving me shamefully hard.

“And Morris?”

“Another wife situation,” he says quietly. “She found another guy and wanted to get married. You’ve either got to be divorced or dead. And she didn’t want to give him a divorce. Now fuck my ass if you want anymore.”

He turns and kneels over the edge of my bed. I decide to accommodate him by getting behind him and pushing my cock against the opening to his ass through his pantyhose. It slides right in pretty easily, indicating he’s been fucked there many times before. It makes me wonder if my own ass is getting that easy to penetrate.

I start thrusting in and out. He grunts and moans as though enjoying it. I have to admit it feels good being on the giving end for a change.

“How do I get a message out?”

“They always get… ungh… intercepted. Harder please. Fuck me like you mean it. And reach around and feel my cock.”

“There’s got to be a way, Carlos. How do I get a message out? People are dying in here and the guards don’t seem to care.”

“They don’t. The inmates run the place… at least the Doms do. They get special favors from the guards so long as they don’t make trouble. Harder, damn you.”

I thrust harder, starting to get angry. I reach around and grab his cock, which is bulging behind the nylons. “When are the next set of hangings?”

“Whenever word from the outside gets here. Usually they wait for three requests before hanging prisoners. But sometimes they don’t. Fuck, I’ve been needing this!”

“What about me, Carlos? What do you know about my situation? Surely you’ve heard something, right?”

“You don’t… ungh… want to know.”

“Tell me, damn you!” and I really start raping his ass. But instead of resisting, he acts as though he likes it… almost as though he needs it.

“I heard some guy… wanted your position at the firm. I think he was… seeing your wife… behind your back.”

“Shit!”

I ram him angrily until he lets out a gasp. His cock spurts in my grasp behind the nylons, soaking them with his cream. A moment later I hear an angry voice behind me… “What the hell is going on in here??”

I turn to see one of my rapists, the anger filling his features. He backhands me, sending me sprawling across the cell. “Get the fuck out of here, sissy-slut!” he tells Carlos. “Sissy-boy and I have some unfinished business here!”

I try to rise up but he punches me in the gut, doubling me over. Then he hollers for one of the other Doms to get in here and bring the cuffs and gag. I don’t like the sound of that.

I try to rise up, but he smacks me down again. Then another one comes in, bigger and bulkier. He has a set of handcuffs in one hand and a pecker-gag in the other.

They force my arms behind my back until it hurts as they cuff my wrists together. Then they jam that gag deep down my throat. It feels like I’m gagging on it. Then they turn me around, kneel me over the bed and start raping me one at a time.

I cry out, but there is nothing I can do to stop them. A large cock pounds my ass until I’m sore and hurting. My cock shamefully hardens as he reaches around and jerks on it, making me cry out from the pain.

“This is what you get for snooping around, sissy-slut! I’m really looking forward to hanging you when the time comes.” Then he grabs my neck with both hands, choking me as he rapes me while sneering, “Let’s show you what it’s going to feel like when the rope cuts your air off.

I shudder hard as my head begins to swell. Then his cock empties inside my rectum. My own cock spurts shamefully as I get dizzy as hell.

He lets go of my neck and pulls out, causing me to huff and puff into the pecker-gag in my mouth. I’m hoping that’s the end of it. But I feel another cock force its way into my ass. I get another raping as a new bastard squeezes my neck again.

I’m not sure how many come into my cell and rape me like that. It feels like two or three hours, with a cock going off up my butt every ten or fifteen minutes or so. I have so much cum up my ass that it keeps leaking down my legs. The shame of it all is that I can’t stop myself from getting hard and cumming time and time again.

When the last one empties his load into my ass, there is darkness all around us. One of the Doms picks me up and throws me onto the bed. My hands are left cuffed behind my back and the pecker-gag remains inserted. I’m forced to sleep like that until morning. Exhaustion sets in, and I drift off into blessed slumber…

—

Fucking Carlos turns out to be a huge mistake. The next morning I’m accosted in the shower. I’m forced to kneel sucking six cocks before they take turns butt-fucking me.

It’s embarrassing as hell the way they lift up the hem of my tight dress and call me sissy-boy or sissy-slut. What’s more humiliating is the way my cock hardens from their torment, the way it lifts up the front of my dress for all to see my arousal. They laugh and make fun of me… and then they butt-fuck me until I’m raw.

I’ve gotten used to wearing the tight, little black dress despite the humiliation that goes with it. I once took it off and paid a heavy price for it. Now I’m used to having it on day and night.

I get all sorts of whistles and catcalls whenever the prisoners see me approach. They call me sissy-slut and promise to catch up to me later. The shame makes my cock harden, causing the front of my dress to rise from my stiffness, humiliating me even more.

I’m prevented from seeing Carlos again. I don’t know what’s happened to him. I hear he’s still alive, but I’m guessing he’s not allowed to see me anymore.

That evening after lights out I get another visit from one of my rapists. He bends me over the bed and fucks my butt while squeezing my neck. I can hardly breathe as my cock stiffens in humiliation.

I feel his cum up my ass, and my dick quivers. Then he jerks my meat until I spurt all over my mattress. I’m forced to climb into bed and go to sleep in a bunk wet from my own spunk.

The next day it’s more of the same – fucked in the shower, whistled at during meal times, fucked whenever someone catches me alone. The guards never say a word or lift a finger to help me. The other subs all stay away from me, and I feel isolated.

On Thursday I’m finally allowed to take a shower “unsupervised”, meaning no sucking or butt-fucking. I’m ashamed to admit to myself I almost miss it. By now I’m starting to become accustomed to being used as their bitch.

That afternoon I’m invited to their game at the basketball court. They give me pom-poms and make me do little cheers. The first time I hesitate I get a punch in the gut and a warning slap in the face so hard it knocks me flat on my ass.

There are guys in attendance, but they’re not really watching the game. They’re looking at me lustfully. I know what they’re thinking, and my face turns red as my cock hardens under my tight dress, making the front noticeably lift up again.

After the game I’m forced on my knees to suck the losers. Cocks are all around me, and it’s embarrassing as hell. Many of them tell me I do a better job than all their girlfriends.

The first cock goes off in my mouth, and I barely swallow it all. He finishes spurting in my face before the next dick forces itself between my lips. It goes off but I can’t swallow it all, and I end up with more cum in my eyes. By the time it’s all over, my face is so covered with spunk that I’m nearly blinded.

“We’re having more hangings this weekend,” a familiar voice tells everyone. “Sissy-slut here will be putting on a dance for everyone this Saturday! Who on the winning team wants a flying fuck before then?”

I hear several eager cries, and I try to leave the court. I’m grabbed and pulled back underneath the basket. A coil of rope magically appears, and my hands are tied behind my back. Then a rope is tossed over the metal bracket connecting the hoop to the backboard.

A noose is formed around my neck as the inmates all cheer. “We’re going to enjoy watching this one swing on Saturday!” a voice declares. “Let’s get a preview right now!” another adds. That’s when my feet leave the ground as I’m pulled up into the air.

I rasp and gurgle as my legs kick, my cock hardening until it lifts the front of my dress. The prisoners all cheer again, and I fear I’m not going to make it ‘til Saturday. Then I’m lowered until my feet hit the ground.

I rasp for breath, weakly asking them not to that again. My pleas fall on deaf ears as I’m lifted back up. This time I feel the back of my dress lifted up right before a cock goes up my butt.

I’m impaled on a dick, my toes just barely touching the ground as he fucks my ass. I rasp and gurgle, barely able to get a decent breath. “Look at his dress rise up in front!” someone laughs. “Sissy-boy here likes to hang!”

I feel an explosion of warmth up my rectum as the cock goes off up my ass. I’m lifted up to hang again as cum trickles down my thighs. Then I’m lowered long enough to feel another cock up my butt.

I’m severely strangled, my head feeling like it’s going to explode as I’m butt-fucked again. It’s hard to maintain consciousness with a lack of blood and air to the brain. I’m dimly aware of someone laughing as he jerks on my cock under my dress until it goes off in his hand.

Another load of cum shoots into my ass before I’m lifted up into the air to kick and struggle. Then I’m lowered as another cock pushes up inside me. He’s a little shorter and I’m able to get some footing beneath me.

It’s exquisite torture as I get a little more air. But it’s not nearly enough to catch my breath. He rams me hard up my butt until his cock goes off. Then I let out an “urk” as I’m hauled up into the air to enjoy another brief dangle again.

I get five cocks like that – the cocks from the winning team. Cum fills my ass until there’s too much to contain, shamefully leaking out of my butt and slithering down my bare legs. They go from calling me “sissy-boy” to “noose-whore” in record time, laughing as they tell each other how turned on I seem to be and how hot it’s going to be watching me hang on Saturday.

The fifth cock goes off as my cock hardens again. “Let the noose-whore experience what it’s going to feel like Saturday!” someone declares. Then I’m pulled up into the air under the basketball hoop.

Where the hell are the guards?? Is this standard protocol?? It seems the inmates run the asylum. Apparently they could care less if I even make it to Saturday.

My legs kick as I swing back and forth. I see the guys all standing around jerking off as I rasp and gurgle, my cuffed wrists jerking up and down behind my back. Once more my cock is hard and twitching, shamefully lifting the front of my dress again.

I shudder as the noose tightens. Then I’m dimly aware of my cock spurting. I stop kicking and hang limp, too tired to fight anymore.

My cock softens a little as piss dribbles out. Then someone lets go of the rope and I crumple onto the concrete. Amazingly I’m still alive.

The guys all gather around me as cocks start going off. I get cum in my hair, in my eyes, on my face and all over my legs and dress. It’s humiliating as hell. What’s even more embarrassing is how aroused I’ve become at their treatment of me. What the hell is wrong with me??

A guard finally comes over and calls them off. Strangely he doesn’t sound the least bit angry. “Save some for Saturday, gents!” he tells them with a laugh. And with that they all turn and walk away, taking the noose but leaving me lying there all cum covered and breathing heavily with my wrists still tied behind my back.

It takes half an hour for me to finally get my hands free. I head for the shower to rinse myself off. I don’t want to wear this cum around the prison all day long.

I keep an eye out for Carlos, but again I do not see him. I want to ask him if he knows anything about Saturday. From the way the prisoners were talking, it would appear I’ll be swinging from a rope in a couple of days. The idea fills me with dread. And yet I feel a strange arousal at the idea I’ll be dying with my neck in a noose.

I make it to the shower where I wash myself off. But three of my rapists come to find me one last time. The rope is in their hands.

I’m noosed up and hung above one of the shower heads while another shower sprays water on me. They laugh at me as I kick and dangle there. My hands fly up to jerk on the noose, but I can’t pry it off from around my neck.

They let go of the rope and I crumple onto the floor in a heap. They remove the noose while laughing at me. Then they tell me they’re looking forward to seeing me kick up my heels come Saturday…

—

After supper I retire to my cell, not wanting to give anyone any ideas. But it doesn’t matter as they come seeking me. I get five visitors before lights out, forced to suck them all and then take it up the ass before I can finally call it a day.

I go to bed wondering if there’s any way of escaping my fate. But I see no options left open to me. I finally drift off into a troubled sleep.

I’m roughly awakened early Friday morning when I’m pulled off my bunk, knelt over the bed and fucked from behind. I’m barely awake when I find myself getting another butt-fucking. My cock hardens shamefully.

“I have ‘morning wood’, sissy-boy,” a familiar voice chuckles into my ear. “But don’t go thinking I’m going to be the only visitor you get today. After all, you’re going to hang tomorrow. I’ll bet half the prison wants to experience your mouth and ass before you’re executed.”

I can’t stop my cock from hardening even more. “Want a reminder what it’s going to feel like to hang, sissy-boy?” Then rough hands wrap around my neck as fingers start to squeeze.

I rasp and gurgle as my sphincter clenches involuntarily. “Fuck, the hangman’s gonna love you tomorrow, sissy-boy! Your ass is really milking me! I’ll even bet you’re hard just thinking about it!”

He reaches around and grabs my hardened cock underneath the hem of my dress. “Go ahead and shoot, sissy-boy. You’ll be cumming a lot today! And I’ll bet you’ll be cumming in that dress when you hang tomorrow!”

My eyes start to roll as I can barely breathe. I feel hot spunk up my ass as my cock twitches in his grasp. A couple hard jerks later and I spurt all over.

I’m barely conscious when he pulls out and throws me onto the bed with a laugh. “I’m gonna miss fucking you, sissy-boy. At least the memory of you hanging in that dress will keep me warm at night.” Then he laughs as he exits my cell, only for me to see another prisoner standing framed in the opening to my quarters with a sadistic grin on his face.

Oh shit…

© 2017 (Written for Wllmfrnkln Jan 26 ’17 by riwa)

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Incestuous pool thoughts 4.3 (8)

Posted on March 30, 2017 by riwa

I see my son is out in the pool again. Damn! He’s wearing those sexy black speedos, the ones that show off his cock!  Doesn’t he know every time he wears them it leaves me all out of breath? They really show off that delicious eight inch cock of his! I get so hot just thinking about it! In fact I’m getting hot right now!

If he’s going to wear them in the pool like that then I think I’ll just come out here and lie down on the steps to the pool. Yeah, I’m going to lie here on the steps just sunning myself, looking up at the sky with my legs in the water. I’ve got to cool off because I’m thinking about that damned cock of his.

Oh gawd; mom’s in the pool again. And I see she’s wearing that sexy yellow bikini, the one that shows off her cleavage. Doesn’t she realize what that does to me??

I was out here enjoying a swim and now I’m getting a bulge! Damn! I should have worn my baggy green trunks. Just seeing her lying there in that yellow bikini with her sunglasses and those huge tits is making me hard as a rock. If I didn’t know better I would swear she’s deliberately teasing me by lying there like that!

Is he looking at me? Is my son looking at me? Gawd, I hope so! I don’t know why, but for some reason I just love it when he stares at me! I love wearing bikinis around him and I love making him horny! I just love seeing that cock get hard, all eight glorious inches of it!

Gawd, what I’d love to do with that cock of his! It makes me so horny just thinking about it! What the hell am I thinking?? I’m his mother; I shouldn’t be thinking these things!! But I am! Damnit, I can’t help it!

Why does mom have to lie on the edge of the steps like that with her boobs trying to come out? Doesn’t she have any idea what it’s doing to me? Doesn’t she know how sexy she is?

All my friends tell me she’s a hot MILF. It makes me embarrassed because they’re right. I’ve got a really hot mom! And seeing her lying on the steps like that is really giving me a hard-on!

I’ve got to go underwater for a while… swim underwater and think about something else. I’ve got to get my mind off her. She’s making my cock twitch in my speedos!

Damn! I’m thinking about his cock again! I’m thinking how I’d love to warp my lips around it. I’m thinking how it would feel nestled between my boobs. I’m thinking how it would feel in my hands.

I’d love to feel it between my tits. I’d give him one hell of a titty-fuck; that’s for sure! I’d LOVE to feel him cum all over them!

Fuck, what a rush… feeling my own son’s cum spurt all over me! I can’t believe I’m thinking such things! Now I’m REALLY getting horny!!

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. But I can’t help myself. I’m entitled to enjoy the pool every bit as much as he is. I can’t banish myself indoors just because he’s out here in those sexy speedos!

Mom’s just lying there. Fuck, I can imagine my cock resting between those boobs! I can just feel her pushing them together and giving me a hot titty-fuck. She is such a hot MILF!

Damnit! I can’t stop thinking about it! Mom, why do you have to be so damn sexy?? Now my cock is really hard! It’s starting to hurt! I don’t dare climb out of the pool right now or she’s going to see how hard I am. I don’t want her to see my bulge!

I’m getting warm lying like this with the sun beating down on me. I need to roll over. I think I’ll lie right here in the water on this top step.

There, that feels better. I’m not so hot and bothered now. Maybe if I don’t look in his direction I won’t get so horny. But it’s too late; I’m already horny!

He’s underwater swimming along the bottom of the pool now. Son, do you know how I’ve longed to be underwater holding my breath with you? Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized holding my breath sucking your cock underwater? It’s a fantasy I just can’t get out of my head! Gawd; I’m so turned on picturing your cock twitching in my mouth right now!

She’s lying on the top step on her stomach now. Can she see my bulge; can she see how hard she’s making me? What the hell am I supposed to do about it now? I’m horny and I need a release!

Should I get out of the pool and go back into the house? Why should I do that? I’m just enjoying a swim in our backyard pool. Why the hell should I leave??

Besides, what will I tell her if she asks me why I’m getting out? Do I tell her it’s because she’s making me so damned horny? Gawd, mom; why do you keep doing this to me??

Is he looking at my butt?? Gawd, I hope he’s looking at my butt! I can’t help it. I love teasing my poor son! I hope he’s drooling!! I bet he’d love to nestle his cock right here between my cheeks! Gawd, I’d love to feel his member resting there!

Son, do you realize how horny your mother is right now? Do you know how tempted I am to let you come right over and fuck my ass? All you would have to do is ask nicely! Gawd, you don’t even have to ask! Just come right over and take me right now!!

Why is she lying there like that with her butt sticking up? My cock is twitching like crazy! I’d love to slide it into her pussy right now! Gawd; what am I thinking?! I can’t be thinking about my mom like this!

She has such a sweet ass! I’d love to fuck that ass! I’d love to spank her and fuck her right up the ass! Damnit, she’s driving me crazy lying there like that with her ass sticking up!

Gawd, I want to feel him in my pussy so bad!! What the hell is wrong with me?? A mother shouldn’t be thinking about her son like this! But I can’t help myself! I’d love for him to come and take me right now… have his way with me right this very moment! Here’s your mother’s pussy, son! I’m showing it to you right now! Come and get it, honey!

Gawd, what is she doing?! Is mother playing with her pussy right now??!! She’s spreading her pussy lips with her fingers! Mom, stop it!! Now I’m REALLY hard! Do you know how much I want to take you right now?? I want to pull you underwater and fuck you hard and listen to you scream your breath away!

Ah, this is so much better! That top was really confining and my pussy was getting sore. Now I’ve got my tits out and my pussy exposed. I really needed to take my top off; my tits want to breathe the warm, afternoon air! And I needed to free my hot pussy from my bottoms!!

So what are you doing now, son? Are you looking over here at me? What are you thinking? Are you thinking your mother is a horrible tease? Am I being naughty? What does that make you want to do to me, baby?

What do I deserve? Would you like to take me under and fuck me hard? Would you like to hold me down and drive your hard cock up inside me and force all the air out of my lungs? Gawd, I wish you would! I’d drown for the chance to feel your hard cock inside me!

Gawd, I can’t believe it! Now she’s removed her top and she’s exposing herself! She’s groping her tits just lying there! She’s lying there in the sun touching herself!

Does she think I don’t see her?! She’s doing it in plain view while I’m standing right here in the pool watching her! Does she know what she’s doing to me?! Does she know how hard I am right now? She HAS to know! I’m right here in the pool, mom; what the hell are you doing?!

Oh, son; I’m so horny for you! Won’t you come and take me under the surface and have your way with me? I’m playing with my pussy now; are you watching?

Do I deserve to drown, honey? Then come take me under and fuck me while I drown for you! Watch your mother squirm and bubble and cum for you as she drowns, honey! Gawd; I promise to give you a wonderful drowning show if only you’ll take me under with you and fuck me first!

Gawd, mom; don’t touch your pussy like that! Why is she touching her pussy like that? Don’t you know what it’s doing to me?! It makes me want to fuck you and then drown you, mother!

Do you know what I want to do to you? I want to tie your ankles to the pool drain. Then I want to watch you touch yourself! I want you to cum for me! Then I want to watch you bubble your breath away as you drown for me! How about it, mom? How long can you hold your breath for your horny son?

I don’t dare look at him right now. But I know he’s standing there looking at me. What is he thinking? Would my son like to fuck me? Would he like to drown me? Would he like to fuck me and drown me? Let me suck your cock first, honey! Then you can drown your slutty mother for making you so hard!

Son, I would drown for you just to see you take that cock out and stroke it for me! I would drown just to see you stroke and cream yourself. It’s making me so hot just thinking about it! I wish you’d pull down your Speedos and pull it out. I’m virtually naked here so it’s ok if you’re naked too!

Fuck, I’m so horny lying here thinking about his cock! My nipples are so hard; my pussy so wet! Does he see me playing with my boobs while fingering my cunt? Come on over, son! Don’t try to pretend any longer; we both know you want me! I sure as hell want you!

How can she lie there touching herself like that while I’m standing right here in the pool?! Doesn’t she know how turned on I am?? What am I supposed to do with this bulge?? Gawd, I’m going to blow my load any second now! I wish I could just reach in and grab it and jerk off!! But doing that in front of mom would be so wrong!

Damnit it, mom! Do you have to be so fucking sexy? Do you realize how horny I am over here? I want to fuck you so hard and make you bubble! I want you to drown with my cum seeping out of you!

I wish he would just come over here and fuck me! Come fuck me, son! My pussy is so wet and eager for you! Come drag me into the water and force my head under. Dunk your slutty mother while you ram your hard cock inside me! Make me bubble, son! Make me bubble as you enjoy your slut mother!

Oh fuck; I’m so horny! Here is my pussy, son! I want you so bad! Come and eat my pussy! Then I want you to fuck it! Hold me under, fuck my pussy and leave me breathless, honey!

I can’t believe I want to fuck my very own mother! Just look at her lying there spreading her pussy lips like that! My cock is so hard it hurts! Mom, do you realize what you’re doing to me?? Do you have any idea?? It makes me want to pull you into the water and fuck you so hard!

And that mouth of yours, mom! I want to shove my cock between your lips so bad! I want to gag you with my cock! I want to make you bubble as I ram it down your throat! Gawd, mom; I want to fuck your mouth so bad! I’m so ashamed for thinking such things! Why are you teasing me like that??

I’m opening my pussy for you, son; I’m spreading my pussy lips wide for you! How much more obvious do I need to be?? Come and take me, honey! Don’t you see how horny your mother is for your big, hard cock? Can’t you see how hard my nipples are right now?? Don’t you know how wet my pussy is?  Don’t you know how bad I want you?? I don’t think I can take this anymore!

I’ve seen you masturbating in your bedroom and I’ve seen your cock in the shower. Were you thinking of me while you were masturbating? Honey, I was sure thinking of you! I can’t hardly stand this anymore!

I want to pull you under with me so damn bad, mom!! I want to put my cock between your tits; I want you to titty-fuck me! I want to ram my cock down your throat and make you swallow me whole! I want to slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy and fuck you underwater! Gawd, mom; you’re driving me crazy here!

You’re looking up at the sky right now… but do you see me? I bet you can see me, can’t you! I bet you know how hard you’ve made me right now! Damnit, mom; you’re such a fucking tease! I should come over right now and take you underwater and fuck your brains out! But that would be wrong, wouldn’t it? So why do I want to do it so damned bad??!!

Son, your mother is right here waiting for you! Come and get me, honey! If you don’t do something fast I’m not going to be responsible for my actions! I’m holding my pussy lips open wide for you; come and get me! Eat me out, honey! Take me underwater and rape your deserving mother hard! Rape me hard and make me cum, honey! I promise I won’t fight back! Fuck me hard and then drown me for your pleasure, honey! Come make me bubble my last breath for you!

Gawd, mom; are you still spreading your pussy lips wide? Why the hell are you doing that while I’m out here in the pool??!! I can’t stand this much longer; you’re making me so damned hard! I’m so hard, I’m going to pop, mom! Can’t you see the bulge in my Speedos?? I’m so fucking hard it HURTS! Mom, you make me want to take you underwater and fuck you so damned hard!

I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this! But I’m going to do it anyway. Here I come, honey. Here comes your horny mother.

She’s coming toward me. Gawd; she’s coming toward me! She’s naked and she’s wading right toward me! What the fuck am I going to do now?

I can’t fucking believe it! She’s pulling my speedos down! My speedos are off and my cock is hanging out! Oh fuck; what’s she doing??

Gawd, honey; I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I just can’t take it anymore. I’ve got to have your big cock between my tits. Ohhh, if feels good! It feels so fucking good finally having your cock between my tits. Do you like my bubbles as I fuck your cock with my tits? Do you like it, son? Does your cock feel good between my tits?

I can’t believe it! She’s titty-fucking my cock! She’s titty-fucking my cock and blowing bubbles! It is so fucking sexy! I can’t believe she’s doing this to me! Gawd, mom; what are you doing to me? She’s holding her breath titty-fucking my cock and… ohgawd, she just took me into her mouth!

I have to, honey; I just have to. Do you realize how wonderful you taste between my lips? Do you have any idea how I’ve dreamed of this moment… of taking you into my mouth? I can feel you throbbing between my lips, honey. I know it’s a shock. It’s ok. Just fuck mommy’s mouth and you’ll feel all better. Mommy deserves it.

I can’t believe it! Mom’s sucking my cock. It feels so good; her mouth is so warm! She’s bobbing up and down on my cock and bubbles are coming up and it feels incredible! My own mother is sucking my cock! I can’t help it. I feel like thrusting. I need to thrust into her mouth.

Yes, honey; just like that. Fuck your mother’s mouth. It feels so good having your hard cock in my mouth. Now all the way down my throat… all the way… I can take it… all the way until my lips are brushing your balls… you have great balls, honey.

Oh fuck! She’s deep-throating my cock! I can’t believe she’s deep-throating my cock! It feels so fucking good! I can feel her lips against my balls… oohhhhh! Now she’s cupping my balls! Don’t do that, mom! Don’t do that or I’m going to cum!

He’s horny, and his balls are full. I can tell his balls are full. Ok, son. Just unload right now. I’ll stay under even though I’m running out of breath. I’ll stay under until you give me your load, ok? Just give me your load son. I’ll wait, even if it means I might drown.

Fuck; it feels good! Wait, is she running out of breath? I think she’s running out of breath. She’s losing bubbles; I think she’s running out of breath. But now she’s really sucking my cock! Oh gawd, mom; don’t do that! I’m going to cum if you keep doing that!

Yes, honey! I can feel your balls swelling. I can feel your cock throbbing. It’s ok; mommy will swallow your load. Give me your cream, honey. I want your cream. Cum in my mouth, honey. I want it so much!

Oh fuck; I’m going to cum! Look out, mom; I’m going to cum! Wait, why is she taking me deeper? Doesn’t she realize I’m going to cum? Oh fuck, I really want to cum in her mouth. I want to grab her head and cum in her fucking… MOUTH!!!!!

Yes, honey; yes! Just like that! Cum in my mouth, honey! I’ll swallow it all! My lungs are straining, but I promise to swallow it all! You make me feel so sexy cumming in my mouth like that. It tastes so yummy, honey! Your cum tastes great! Now I’ve got to come up for air.

I can’t believe it! She swallowed all my cum! She swallowed it all! Nos she’s coming up. There’s lots of bubbles and she’s coming up. She just licked my cum off her lips… AND NOW SHE’S KISSING ME!

Thank you, honey. Thank you so much for your cum. I’d better go now before I lose control and really get carried away with myself.

Now she’s heading back to the shallow end of the pool. Now she’s picking up her bikini pieces. She’s going inside the house now. Fuck; I can’t believe what just happened!

It’s a good thing I came inside. I could feel myself losing it out there. Any longer and I would have taken him under and let him fuck my brains out. But what am I going to do about tomorrow? What am I going to do about the next day? His cock tastes so yummy and he was so hard and I was so horny! What about tomorrow? What am I going to do about tomorrow? Hell, what am I going to do tonight if I want to go for a swim and he’s out in the pool?

I wanted to fuck her; I really wanted to fuck her. Maybe it’s good she went back inside. I wanted to fuck her so bad. Whew, mom; that was close. Ok, so you sucked my cock. That was naughty, but maybe that’s ok. But I don’t know, mom… you are so fucking sexy… I don’t know what I’m gonna do if we’re out swimming in the pool again! I just don’t know what I’m gonna do!

© 2013; 2017 (written Apr 24 ’13; ed. Mar 29 ‘17 by riwa)

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Condom roulette (17&18) 4.3 (10)

Posted on March 23, 2017 by riwa

17

“Uh… honey? Don’t you think we ought to wind things down?” I don’t know if Eric asked because he was getting tired or if he was just trying to keep me alive. But the look in Dana’s eyes told me she was really giving it some thought.

I’ve got to admit: the idea of fucking my husband with my life on the line was more erotic than I could have possibly imagined. After the night we’d all had, I suppose there wouldn’t have been a better ending than for me to go out with a bang. But I decided if I was going to play, then Nikki and Dana needed to take a chance as well.

“Fuck!” Daniel gasped. The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. I think the bastard actually liked the idea!

I looked over at Dana, only to see she was really starting to tremble. “Honey?” Dustin asked nervously. “Surely you’re not thinking about…”

“If we’re going to make Alison risk her life one last time, the least we can do is join her. I think it’s one hell of an idea!” I couldn’t believe she was actually in favor of it!

Eric quietly observed, “Um… that’s taking three of the remaining five condoms out of circulation, guys. Chances are we’re going to lose one of them. So what the hell do we do if we have a corpse to dispose of: throw her in the dumpster out back??”

“Can’t we have a neighborhood barbecue?” Daniel asked Dustin. “There’s a lot of people we could ask over. I’m sure some of the girls will find it hot to learn what we did tonight. Hell, the widower might end up taking one of them home with him.”

“Will the meat be safe to eat?” Dana’s husband wondered.

“I’ll go find out,” Daniel said as he got up from the table. I asked him where he was going. He told me he was going into the bedroom to check out the box of condoms.

I took a deep breath to compose myself. But I found myself getting wet at the thought one of us bitches wasn’t going to survive the evening if we all played condom roulette one last time. Would it be me? Or would it be one of the others?

Nikki looked at Dana who looked all flush with excitement. “You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”

“Why not? Why should we make Alison take one last condom without taking the risk ourselves? Besides, I think the idea is hot as hell.”

“Dana, that’s three out of five!”

“I know; that’s what makes it so hot! Chances are: one of us is going to go out with a bang tonight! Who will it be?”

I turned and breathed into Eric’s ear, “Somebody’s got to make her shut up.”

“Why’s that?” he whispered back.

“Because the more she talks about it, the wetter I get.”

“Kinky bitch.”

“Fuck!”

About that time Daniel came back with the box in his hands. Apparently he was reading the warning label. “It says the effects of the poison are dissolved in the blood stream. The meat would be fine, but it would be advisable to thoroughly cook the cunt steak.

“Don’t you want to eat my cunt, honey?” Dana giggled as she nudged her husband.

“If he won’t, I will.”

“Aw, Daniel; you’re so romantic.” He just grinned back at her. I think of the three husbands, he liked the idea the most of us wives risking our lives.

“So what happens after someone dies?” Eric wanted to know. Daniel had the answer to that.

“We have a hot necro party for a few hours while fucking the corpse. Then we stow it away in the freezer until tomorrow morning where we adjourn to our place to set up the barbecue. After we all get a few hours of shut-eye, we invite the neighbors over for a big block party where we set up the widower with one of the many hot chicks we know.”

“I’m in!” Dana gasped aloud. “Fuck, I’m gonna wet myself just thinking about it if we don’t hurry up and get started. Besides…” and she looked right at me. “I can’t wait to fuck your hot, sexy corpse, Alison!”

“But what if it’s yours?” I replied in a trembling voice. Damn, I was getting hotter by the moment.

She just grinned at me as she replied, “I’ll be the hottest necro-fuck you’ve ever had, baby! Take that strap-on and rape my cunt until my dead body jerks and twitches. I know the guys will love it!”

“Hell yeah!” Daniel agreed. There was no need to convince him. He was in the moment I had suggested the wives join me. Maybe he figured with three of us taking condoms, there was a good chance he was going to get to fuck a corpse before the night was over.

“Honey?” I said to my husband. “What do you think?”

Eric looked at me and smiled. “There’s not much use trying to get you to change your mind once you commit to something crazy and erotic. There’s a four in five chance you won’t get the condom of death. But there’s still a one in five chance you will.”

“And that means…?” I asked breathlessly.

“I guess I’ll enjoy fucking your corpse after I fuck death into your cunt… that is, if you’re the one who draws the lucky one.”

“Fuck; you say the hottest things!” and I kissed him hard.

“Dustin, let’s play!” I heard Dana gasp. She might have been more turned on at the moment than I was… and that’s saying something! All that left was Nikki and Daniel.

I could tell by the expression on his face he was fully into it. “How about it, honey?” he asked his wife.

She looked at him and then looked all around at us. Somehow I don’t think this was how she envisioned this going down. I think she wanted to watch me die and then fuck my corpse with her strap-on afterwards.

She was in a bit of a bind and she knew it. But if I knew Nikki, I suspected it wouldn’t take much convincing. “Oh hell; I’m in,” she gasped nervously. Dana all but squealed with delight.

“So where do we do this?” Dustin wanted to know.

“The bedroom?” Daniel offered. “We kneel around the bed so we can all watch each other. We fuck our wives from behind while getting a good view of the others.”

“Works for me,” Dana blurted out. “That way you bastards get a good view of my spasming body.” Then she grinned as she added, “…or we all get a great view of Eric fucking death into Alison’s cunt.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. My pussy was unbelievably wet. What the hell was I thinking??

“Well?” I asked Nikki in a trembling voice.

“Well?” she asked back.

“Fuck; let’s go!” Dana declared as she stood up. “I’ll go check if Alison’s got another latex glove in the bathroom.”

My breath caught in my throat again as we all got up and headed back to the bedroom. For the first time since Eric had bought the box of condoms I was actually feeling a little nervous. But I think I was more aroused than at any other time I had ended up taking one.

Eric and I took up the left side of the bed. Nikki and Daniel took up the right side across from us as he placed the box of condoms in the center of the mattress. Dustin waited at the end of the bed for his wife, who soon returned with a latex glove on her hand.

She retrieved the other two gloves and handed one to each of us. Then she knelt at the end of the bed with her husband before asking, “So who draws first?”

“Home field advantage goes to Eric,” Daniel said with a smile. “I say his wife picks first.”

I took the box and looked inside: pink, blue, green, and two yellow. I tried to fathom which one might be the condom of death. “Aw, fuck it!” I declared as I took the pink one.

Nikki still seemed hesitant, so Dana went next. She took the green one before handing the box over. Nikki reached in and removed the blue one. If we were lucky, it was one of the yellow ones no one had decided to touch.

“Blowjobs first!” Dana declared as though taking over. “Guys will have to stand up for this. Besides, I want to taste my man’s cock one last time in case I draw the lucky one!” She was really getting into it.

We all turned around and started working on our husbands cocks, facing away from the bed. I looked at Eric and smiled as I stroked his cock. Then I took him into my mouth.

I gave him the best blowjob I could, wondering if it might prove to be my last. He smiled and then started to moan as he tipped his head back. He was always putty in my hands whenever I wrapped my lips around his tasty dick.

For several minutes all that could be heard in our master bedroom was the sound of mouths sucking and slurping cocks, along with the moans and gasps of appreciative husbands. I would have liked to have seen what was going on behind me and beside me with the other two couples. But I decided it was probably best to focus on the man I loved… the man who had always given in to all my kinky sexual ideas.

Eric was wonderful; his decision to purchase the box of condoms pure inspiration. I didn’t know if I was going to die or not, although it certainly felt like this time I was taking a major risk. We all were… that is, unless the poisoned one was one of those two yellow ones remaining in the box.

I took him deep down my throat, giving him my most seductive smile. “I’m glad you bought the box, baby,” I told him with a lascivious grin. “I’m so fucking wet right now.”

“I’m glad too!” I heard Dana gasp nearby, apparently having overheard us. “This is so fucking hot, I think I’m going to explode!”

Every time she acted enthusiastic, it made me all the hotter and all the wetter thinking maybe this time I’d bitten off more than I could chew. But I decided if I had, then I was going to fuck Eric’s cock like he had never been fucked before. I looked up at him with a mouthful of dick, smiling coyly as he reached down to grope and fondle my boobs.

“Condoms on!” Dana declared. She had taken charge, but I decided I didn’t mind. She was having a blast, and I wasn’t about to intrude on her enthusiasm of the moment.

I opened my wrapper and pulled it out. I peered at it for a long moment, wondering if I’d just drawn the poisoned one, if one of the other crazy bitches had, or whether it was still in the box. I decided I would find out in just a very short time.

Eric was rock hard as I rolled it onto his cock. I think he was also turned on at this turn of events. “If it’s me, I want you to enjoy my death,” I breathed seductively at him. He smiled back and nodded.

“All right, bitches!” Dana declared. “About face!” Then she told her husband, “If you feel me dying on your cock, I want you to choke the shit out of me and enjoy my death, baby!”

We all turned and knelt over the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at each other with our asses in the air. Dana’s face was flushed; she looked like she was going to explode. Her husband gave me a smile and a shrug of the shoulders as though he was going through with it, come what may.

I looked across at Nikki who looked a little pale. “Now push those cocks into our cunts, guys!” Dana declared. Nikki gasped, “Oh fuck!” and I saw her wince.

Eric slowly pushed his way inside me. I gasped and moaned; I was so fucking hot. “Yes!” Dana gasped, and I turned to look at her. Then she begged her husband, “Now fuck me hard, Dustin!”

Eric started thrusting in and out, causing me to gasp and whimper. Was I going to die now; was this the one?? What if I was about to watch one of our friends get fucked to death by her husband?? It was the craziest thing I had ever done, and I was so fucking horny.

I saw Daniel grab his wife by the hips and start fucking her hard. Her tits shook as she rocked with his thrusts. She gasped and moaned as though she was really getting into it.

At the end of the bed Dana was going crazy as she whimpered and moaned like a bitch in heat… “Fuck me – fuck me – fuck me! Fuck death into my cunt, baby! Choke me, damn you!” Then he wrapped his hands around her throat and started to squeeze.

It gave me an erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe as Eric chose that moment to thrust a little harder. What would it feel like? Would I get to see it in the face of one of the other two? What would it feel like if it was me? Maybe it was yellow and safely tucked away in the nearly empty box. Maybe we were simply having the time of our lives with the uncertainty of not knowing what might happen.

Nikki suddenly gasped as she stiffened a little. That’s when Daniel reached down and started choking her hard from behind. A moment later I felt Eric wrap his hands around my throat and start choking me as well. Had they done it on their own? Or were they taking Dana’s advice given to her husband? What the hell did it matter??

The three of us bitches began to gasp and shudder as we got the fucking of our lives. Dana’s face was starting to turn red as she rasped and gurgled. Dustin was really ramming her hard, seemingly enjoying every moment.

Across from me I saw Nikki getting the shit fucked out of her. Daniel’s fingers locked tight around her throat and she was bucking and shuddering. Her breasts wobbled as she rocked from his thrusts.

I could barely breathe myself when I felt something fiery in my cunt. I stiffened and gasped as I started to shudder. Was this it?? Or was it because he was choking me so hard?

My heart began to race as I tried to breathe. My cunt wouldn’t stop clenching; I was furiously milking my husband’s cock. Across from me Nikki was going off, bucking and shuddering as her face took on an incredible shade of red.

I heard a gasp from Dana. Then her eyes began to roll as she started to shudder. I couldn’t tell who’d drawn the lethal one; was it her… me… or no one?

I suddenly started cumming like I had never orgasmed before. “My wife’s cumming hard!” I suddenly heard Daniel cry out. “Mine too!” Dustin gasped. Eric just pounded my cunt like there was no tomorrow.

I couldn’t breathe; fuck, I couldn’t get a breath! He was squeezing too hard; I couldn’t get a damn breath! My mind started spinning, my body shuddering as I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

Across from me Nikki’s mouth was open and she was drooling onto our bed. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. I couldn’t turn my head enough to see what was happening to Dana, although I could faintly hear her husband raping the shit out of her.

My pussy was clenching; I couldn’t stop cumming! I was furiously milking my husband’s cock as though I was never going to stop. My heart was hammering so loud I was sure it was going to explode right out of my chest.

I saw Nikki buck and shudder as Daniel pounded that poor cunt. She looked like she was having the orgasm to end all orgasms. But I was sure mine were more powerful and more intense than hers was. I was certainly going to have one hell of an experience to share when this was all over. Then something exploded in my head, and I couldn’t see or hear anymore as everything went black…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Nov 21 ’16 by riwa)

 

18

Alison’s pussy was clenching like crazy as I fucked her hard and fast. My hands were tight around her throat, and she was shuddering hard. A part of me thought she had drawn the condom of death. So I was following Dana’s request to her husband by enjoying choking the shit out of my wife as I fucked her.

Across from me Nikki was really getting it good. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her face was a dark shade of red as drool spilled out of her mouth. It seemed Daniel kept raping orgasm after orgasm out of her as he choked the life out of her.

I noticed she wasn’t reacting much. Maybe she had passed out. So I glanced over at Dana. Her eyes were wide; she looked like she couldn’t stop cumming either.

My cock exploded in Alison’s cunt, making me wonder if the condom would contain it all. Daniel roared out his release a few seconds later. It looked like he might have been squeezing even harder. But Nikki wasn’t responding anymore.

Dustin cried out with a loud, “FUCK!” Then he backed off and apparently pulled out, panting like crazy. It looked like he was winded.

Dana collapsed onto the bed, her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull. She was twitching and spasming a little. I thought she was still alive, but for a moment I wasn’t sure if maybe it was just a reflex action.

“Fuck; that was hot!” Daniel panted tiredly. Then he grinned at me as he added, “So you decided to kill her off after all?”

I looked at him in confusion as I tried to get my breath back. Nikki still wasn’t moving. “No; Alison got the condom. You mean you choked Nikki to death??”

“What do you mean ‘Alison got the condom’? Nikki was the one who got the condom, Eric. She was clenching and dying on my cock like she couldn’t stop cumming! It was hot as hell! ‘Condom roulette’… what a hell of an idea!”

“But I thought…” Now I was really confused.

Danna was groggy as she tried to rise up and look at her dead friends. “You mean you killed them both??” She sounded shocked. But there was a strange look of rapture in her dazed expression.

Daniel looked at us in confusion. “But… but… I was sure…”

“I thought I’d drawn it!” I interrupted, slowly pulling my softening cock out of my wife’s dead cunt. The condom was still on. The tip contained all my seed and had not broken after all.

Dustin looked at us both before realization set in. “Fuck; you mean you guys choked your wives to death??”

“Which one of us got the condom, Eric?”

“How the hell should I know, Daniel??”

Shock was starting to set in. Had I choked my wife to death in my excitement, thinking she’d drawn the condom of death?? I’m sure she would have told me it was all right if she could. But damn…

“I’ll find out!” Dana suddenly gasped aloud.

We watched in shock as she slipped into her strap-on. She pushed me aside, rammed her phallus inside Alison’s ass and gave it to her good and hard. My dead wife let out a sigh as though Dana was fucking the last breath of life out of her. But except for a few sporadic muscle spasms she didn’t react at all.

“Fuck! Seems dead to me! What a fucking rush!” Then she pulled out, went around to the other side of the bed, pushed Daniel aside and slid her strap-on into Nikki.

The lifeless body rocked with her hard thrusts. But Nikki’s eyes never blinked. She just stared with a mixture of shock and euphoria in her eyes as though she had cummed herself to death.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck!” Dana was raping Nikki’s corpse like a woman possessed. A moment later she cried out from an orgasm of her own.

“This one seems dead to me too, guys!” she panted excitedly when she got her breath back. “Fuck; what a rush! Let’s get this necro party started, ok? I’ll go get the drinks!” And with that she got up and left the bedroom, her strap-on still dangling from her waist.

I was still a little numb with shock when Dustin came over. “You don’t mind, do you, Eric?”

“I, uh… I guess not. She probably would have wanted it this way.”

“Fuck yeah! I’m going to fuck your dead wife’s ass!” Then he managed to stick his cock into her butt from behind while she still hung bent over the side of the bed.

I looked across at Nikki and then reached down and turned my wife’s face toward me. She had this astonished look in her expression as though she hadn’t expected it. But there was something else there… as though she’d cum so many times her heart couldn’t take it anymore. But I’m not a physician, so what did I know? I was still questioning which one of them had drawn the condom of death!

Dana came back with drinks for everyone. When she saw Dustin fucking my wife’s dead ass, she grinned at him. She set the drinks down before moving behind Nikki… “You fuck that one; I’ll fuck this one, baby!” Then she rammed her strap-on home, making Nikki’s corpse rock from her thrusts as husband and wife fucked dead bodies together while facing each other.

I took one of the drinks Dana had left on the dresser and sat in the chair, drinking half of it down in one gulp. I didn’t know what the hell to do. My wife was dead, and it was quite possible I had choked her to death rather than her dying from the laced condom!

Daniel’s wife was dead too. Had she drawn the condom of death? Or was it one of the yellow ones remaining in the box? Hell, had we asphyxiated our wives in a fit of drunken, sexual arousal??

Daniel took the remaining drink over to Dustin before downing his. “Got any other condoms lying around, Eric? I’d probably better not fuck her pussy without one… well, not for a little while anyway.”

“Over in the drawer,” I told him as I pointed it out.

He went and got one and put it on. Then he stretched out on the floor. Dustin helped Alison’s dead cunt onto his dick before he went back to fucking her ass. Together the two of them eagerly double-teamed my dead wife on the floor of our bedroom.

Maybe it was the drink, but I had to smile. Her body was being sexually used after death. Hell, I think she would have wanted it that way.

I saw Dana fucking Nikki’s corpse, and for some reason I started to get hard. I shrugged my shoulders… “Why the hell not?” Then I went and got another condom out of the drawer before lying on the floor.

“Are you going to help me fuck this dead bitch?” Dana gasped deliriously. I think she was having the time of her life.

“Why not?” I answered with a wry smile.

She helped get Nikki onto the floor and my cock into her dead cunt. Then she pushed her strap-on back into her ass. Together the two of us gave the dead bitch a sexy sandwich send-off.

I thought things were going to wind down, but instead they were picking up. I came in the condom inside Nikki, but I was still hard. So we shifted partners.

I fucked my wife’s dead ass while Dustin fucked Nikki’s. Dana slobbered all over Daniel’s cock before sitting him in the chair. Then she climbed aboard and took him up her ass in a reverse cowgirl so she could watch us, riding him like a wild woman as she hollered at us to “fuck those dead asses, boys! Fuck; what a rush!” I think seeing us asphyxiate the two dead bitches had fried her brain as she had gone crazy with lust.

We passed around our dead wives until Dana begged for some attention. So we stretched Alison and Nikki onto the bed in a 69, making it look like they were enjoying each other. Then us guys ganged up on Dana, shoving a cock in every hole. She went nuts, screaming like crazy while popping off again and again.

At one point she looked at our dead wives 69ing on the bed. She loudly proclaimed, “Fuck, I’m so jealous!”

“Why is that?” I wanted to know as I rammed my cock up her ass. Daniel was in her cunt while she stroked and sucked her husband.

“They must have gone out with one hell of a bang!” she exclaimed. “I know I sure would’ve!”

“Wanna see what’s down in my basement?” I asked as I rammed her butt hard.

“What? What’s down there?”

I pulled out of her ass and stood up. “Come and see if you dare.”

The guys got curious too. So they pulled out of her cunt and mouth before helping her to her feet. Then I led them all downstairs.

I was still horny and was beginning to suspect Dana had done something to our drinks to help keep us hard and ready for continuous action. I figured it would be interesting to see their reactions when we got down there. Besides, the thought of a naked Dana swinging back and forth made my hard cock quiver.

We got downstairs, rounded the corner and there it was. Alison liked to keep it up as she loved the way it made her horny seeing it dangling there. The noose hung from the ceiling directly over the stool we had used last time.

“Oh FUCK!” Dana gasped. “I don’t believe it!” She was trembling as she turned to me and asked, “Did you and Alison ever, uh…”

“Yup. Fucked her with a condom while hanging her from the noose. That was one hell of a thrill, let me tell you. She didn’t know if she was going to get it from the noose, the condom or maybe both.”

“Gawd!”

She gasped for breath as she stared at it. I reached out and touched her. She was trembling like a leaf.

“What was it like?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Her pussy was really clenching around my dick as she hung. She later told me she had one hell of an O. We never got back to it, but I’m sure we would have sooner or later. She once told me she left it up just to get all breathless looking at it so she could attack me once I got home.”

She reached out to me to steady herself. Then another voice declared, “Dana would look hot hanging from that; don’t you think so, Eric?” Daniel smiled at his remark as though eager to finish her off, perhaps to make it the perfect trifecta?

“Gawd; should I?” She seemed hesitant. But she was acting as though she was somehow being drawn to it.

I had to steady her again as she walked over to it. She reached up and touched the noose, causing her to tremble once more. Then she breathed, “What a fucking thrill that must’ve been!”

I was getting excited over the idea of giving her a flying fuck. Maybe a part of it was revenge for her helping to get my wife killed. But I had to admit that was my own fault… mine and Alison’s for her being such a crazy, kinky bitch.

“Want me to go upstairs and get those other two condoms… see if the bad one is one of them and not one of the two used on Alison and Nikki?”

“No – no, Eric,” she panted, shaking her head at me. “I want to feel your cum leaking out of my cunt when I… oh fuck… I shouldn’t… but I’m… oh fuck; I’m so fucking horny!”

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Nov 26 ’16 by riwa)

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Horse hanging 4.2 (10)

Posted on March 18, 2017 by riwa

I would have made it if my buckboard hadn’t crapped out in that swollen stream. A wheel broke and the hitch busted. My horse just kept going, freed from her burden as I began to head downstream.

I lost my satchel – all my ill-gotten gains – before I went into the water. I tried to swim after it, only to feel a lasso wrap around my waist. I was dragged back to shore by Hiram, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. My dress was pretty much ruined.

Mitch was there waiting for me on the bank on his paint, a pained expression in his eyes. Meanwhile I saw Jock riding downriver to chase after my satchel. I knew if he caught up to it I would be a goner, although I pretty much suspected I was doomed anyway.

I stood there panting for breath, giving Hiram my thanks for dragging me back to shore. “I should have let you drown” was his angry reply. I looked at Mitch, but all he could do was look at me and ask, “Why, Dottie?”

For the first time I felt it prick my conscience. But I brushed it aside as I stood proudly and defiantly. “Because” was my one word answer.

It didn’t satisfy him in the least. I probably should have killed him when I had the chance. But sometimes a girl’s emotions get the better of her.

Jock returned with the satchel. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he’d already had a look inside. Hiram looked at Mitch, but he shook his head. “I guess you’re riding with me,” Hiram told me, although I think he would have preferred letting me drown in the river.

I knew I was in trouble when we went back to Edward’s shack. He was the first miner I had killed, the first one who’s gold and other valuable possessions I’d taken for myself. They tied me to a wall in the corner as Hiram went out to fetch all the others. I knew I was in for it.

Mitch never said a word. I could tell I’d hurt him deeply. It was damned annoying, and I tried not to let it bother me.

Hiram came back with half a dozen miners. I’d stolen from a couple of them, killed three more while acquiring their gold. They all wanted revenge.

I turned to Mitch for any sign of compassion, but there was none. So that was how it was going to be, eh? Then he went outside while the others had their way with me.

There was no point trying to fight it. I was probably going to die in the morning anyway. The least I could do was get a good fuck out of the deal.

Some of them came back for seconds and thirds. A couple used my ass. At least I got a few orgasms out of the deal. But Mitch never came in to have his turn. I kind of regretted that.

When they were done with me I was allowed to put on my bra and panties. They refused to return my dress. They said I wouldn’t need it where I was going.

The next morning they saddled Edward’s horse. I suppose it was fitting. They tied my arms behind my back and then put me on it. Then the bastards rode me out to the old lodge which had burned down years ago. The only thing left standing was the signpost as you approached.

Someone must have gotten there ahead of us because I saw a noose dangling from there as we approached. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples hardened. So I was to be their gallows girl, eh?

Hiram rode me right up to it where he quietly looped the coil around my neck as the others formed a circle. I stiffened as I gasped with fear. My cool, defiant demeanor was starting to crack.

“Any last words?” Hiram asked. His eyes blazed with anger. There would be no mercy there.

I looked over at Mitch, perhaps hoping he might grant me some compassion. He just looked right through me as though he wasn’t seeing me. Perhaps he’d already executed me in his mind.

“If you’re expecting me to beg for mercy, boys, you’re wasting your time.” It was my last defiant act.

“Hang her!” Jock declared. I saw the men around him nodding in agreement. I looked at Mitch, but he still looked as though he was seeing right through me.

There was a sadness in his expression. Perhaps we shouldn’t have made love at his cabin last night, nor should I have tried to steal from him. Like I say, I probably should have killed him when I had the chance.

Hiram came up and grabbed the bridle to Edward’s horse. “You guys are going to miss me!” I gasped anxiously. Hell, I could still feel a little cum up my cunt and ass.

I cried out as he started to walk the horse out from under me. I tried to hang on with my legs, but that was a futile gesture. My heart started pounding in my chest as I lost the back of the horse. Then I was hanging.

I had no idea it could hurt so much. Instinctively I kicked my legs in an effort to find something solid beneath me. I twisted and hitched, my breasts bouncing as I fought that damned rope.

It hurt like hell, and I tried to beg them with my eyes to save me. All defiance was gone. I just wanted to live.

My head felt like it had started to swell as I got a look at Mitch. He was still looking right through me. But I thought I saw a tear in his eye. If I hadn’t been a thief and a murderer, maybe I might have fallen in love with him the same way he’d apparently fallen in love with me.

It hurt like hell; I could barely draw a decent breath. The more I fought the noose, the tighter it became. It got to where I couldn’t breathe at all. That’s when I really panicked.

My legs flew every which way as I kicked my life away. The bastards all watched my show with what looked like a great deal of appreciation. It felt like my insides were dying; it hurt even worse.

I reached the point where I exhausted myself. I hung there limp, gently swaying back and forth on that post. I was dimly aware of my bladder giving way. It was the final humiliation as I soaked my panties.

The miners rode away one by one as my life faded away. Mitch and Hiram hung around a few seconds longer. “Damned shame; she was a good fuck too.”

“Shut the hell up, Hiram.” Then they solemnly rode away, leaving me hanging there for the buzzards to find…

© 2017 (written Mar 8 ’17 by riwa)

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March 16 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on March 16, 2017 by riwa

I thought you might be interested in getting a little update. Last time I included stories as I thought my life was pretty boring.  So this time I’ll try to keep it short and informational.

This winter resulted in a record snow accumulation for the area where I live. Plows were working frequently. One night they plowed my street with the unfortunate consequence of sealing me in the parking lot along with the other vehicles. Many of us had to find some way of shoveling a path just to back out. And I helped a neighbor who had gotten stuck in ruts in the street.

Temps dropped to near -20 in places. This affected my ex in the rehab center as they ended up with busted pipes. They had to move her to a different room while they made repairs. But they were not the only ones who suffered as my mom had frozen pipes to her sewer lines. That was a rather expensive undertaking to thaw them out. They are still not buried beneath the frost line, but that would be a major expenditure on her part. She is considering the fall while wondering how much longer she can afford to put it off.

My ex is doing well although she will need cataract surgery. I guess that happens to people as they get older. With the amount of time I spend staring at a computer screen, I wonder how vulnerable my eyes are becoming before needing repairs. Sometimes they seem to be struggling, and I wonder if that’s because I’ve been doing a lot of writing.

This year I’m trying to work on my procrastinating, although at times I put it off. I’m trying to spend more time each day writing, although it can get easy to burn out. Sometimes I need a break, but I’m trying to watch my finances and spend wisely. So I don’t always buy an extra tank of gas to take a little drive to recharge. My dad was like that as he tended to stay close to home. But then it seems he was always working on vehicles to keep them running. Meanwhile I’m also working on my health by trying to walk more.

I finally got my medical bills paid off. That just means I have a credit card I’m now trying to pay down. And of course tax season is upon us. I’ll end up paying more this year because of a lack of insurance. I hope you folks are in a better situation than I am when tax time hits your house.

Sales at my store really slowed down during the winter months. Other producers had similar struggles. I know you have varied tastes, and I do try to see what sells so as to give you enjoyable content. But I also try to give you a nice variety. Sales were much better for February and I appreciate it. It means a lot to me that you value my writing abilities enough to pay for some of my stories which helps with my expenses. For that I will always be grateful.

Spring is coming; there is plenty of snow in the mountains; and they are pushing extra water down the river to prepare for spring runoff. There is a dam nearby I enjoy visiting with a spill way that makes a hole in the top of the lake when there is extra water. I hope to get over there to take pictures if the water level gets high enough. But for now let me include three of previous years showing how high and how low it can get.

2014

2017 Feb of this year

2006

Thanks for visiting the library. I’ve been trying to put up a mixture of old and new stories. But lately there have been a lot of newer stories I’ve posted. I guess that is to your advantage. So long as I continue to enjoy writing, I shall endeavor to keep putting stories out, some of which I hope you will enjoy. Thank you so much for stopping by. Take care…

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Underwater orgy 4.3 (38)

Posted on March 12, 2017 by riwa

The girls and I were thrilled when Cal and Brian finished 2nd and 4th at the diving championships. They busted their asses to perfect their dives. The only reason Cal finished 2nd was because that guy from Neuron State hit virtually a perfect dive his last time around.

We celebrated by taking the guys out to dinner. Afterwards Trudy, Sapphire and I decided we wanted to give them an extra reward. And since I had the keys to the building as assistant to the synchro coach, I figured it would be a cinch.

We parked out back and made sure the coast was clear before we went inside. Then we all made our way to the diving facility. It’s a good thing it was deep inside the building, although we hardly turned on any lights.

We didn’t bother with modesty since we’d done this a few times previously. We all stripped as we stood on the edge of the pool. Then Cal went and got some weights and belts so we wouldn’t have to worry about buoyancy.

We all got into the water after dropping the weights all the way to the bottom. Then we started working on getting those cocks hard. Us girls held our breath as we took turns sucking since it was three on two.

I knew right away how much Sapphire wanted to fuck Brian. She’d been making eyes at him all night and had been telling me how hot she was that he’d finished 4th. That had been his best finish ever and she really wanted to reward him.

We got to where our times were pretty good holding our breath. We wanted to go to the bottom and fuck for as long as possible. Well, Sapphire wanted to fuck. But Trudy and I were determined to make sure Cal didn’t go away empty handed.

When we were ready, Sapphire and Brian went down and headed for the ladder with ankle weights. I went down with Trudy to that ledge down near the bottom. Trudy stretched out on her back as I put the weight belt around her to keep her down. Then I added the belt around my waist to help hold me down while licking her out as Cal began fucking Trudy’s mouth.

It was really hot the way he drove his cock deep down her throat. It’s well known that Trudy is the campus deep-throater. She can take a long one all the way down like a pro.

Cal groped her tits while I spent some time on her muff. I hadn’t eaten any dessert during dinner because I had a little “clam” on my mind. Now that I had her pussy right in front of me, I went to town licking and feasting on it. Trudy trembled as she made erotic grunting sounds while taking that hot cock down her throat.

I love eating on Trudy. She cums so fucking hard when I lick her just right. I wanted to see what she would do trying to swallow cock while I pleasured that sweet snatch of hers.

Over on the ladder Sapphire was wasting no time letting Brian plow her cunt. She had her legs wrapped around him, and they had quite a rhythm going. She was wearing her team swimcap and goggles while he was using a dive mask. I just think he wanted the water out of his eyes so he could watch her tits bounce as he rammed her with his dick.

I was hot as hell licking Trudy’s sweet box. She moaned and grunted as Cal thrust in and out of her mouth. It was so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist reaching underneath to finger myself and rub my button. I was probably going to cum the moment Trudy exploded in orgasm.

Over at the ladder I saw Sapphire grunting bubbles as Brian gave her his fuck-stick. I’ve felt him in my cunt many times before, so I knew what she was getting. But I didn’t glance over there very often because I was too busy making Trudy squirm.

Cal really groped her mounds as she took him all the way down her throat. She grabbed my arms as I mouthed her nub, my tongue plowing a furrow between her labia. I could feel her trembling every time I worked my magic on her sweet hole.

Cal and I glanced over at Brian and Sapphire. He gave me a knowing look as we kept pleasuring Trudy. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to see if we could outlast them over there while making Trudy hold her fucking breath like forever.

Gawd; I was so fucking hot! Trudy shivered every time my tongue probed her opening. I kept fingering my cunt; I was so wet I needed a cock inside me! But first thing’s first. We wanted Trudy’s lungs heaving as Cal and I worked on each end.

Over at the ladder I could see Brian and Sapphire picking up the pace. That told me she was probably going to cum soon. I could tell by the way they had increased their rhythm as they fucked each other.

I felt it start to swell inside me as my lungs began to heave. Cal began thrusting harder, fucking bubbles out of sweet Trudy’s mouth. Her lungs began to heave until I knew we were really pushing her breath-hold limits.

I glanced over at the ladder and saw their frenzied fucking. It really made me finger myself as I furiously licked Trudy’s dripping snatch. Now it was a question of who was going to cum first.

I was surprised when it was Cal of all people. Maybe he’d been hoarding his cum in order to focus on the diving championships. But Trudy got so much it, it began seeping out around her lips.

I got so hot that I tongued-fucked that sexy bitch until she shuddered in orgasm as her lungs heaved. Her back arched as her hands flexed. I knew she was having a good one.

About that time Sapphire went off. She’s really loud when she cums, and she screamed her breath away as she really fucked Brian hard. I could tell he was giving it to her good and was probably cumming right along with her.

My lungs heaved as Cal pulled his cock out of Trudy and headed for the surface. She tried to rise up, but I wasn’t through with her. Besides, I wasn’t quite there yet, and I wanted my orgasm before I surfaced.

I really tongue-fucked that bitch until she shuddered again. I finally cried out in orgasm as it washed hotly through my body. It was so intense that for a moment I forgot how out of breath I was.

My lungs were empty when I came down from the plateau of my high. Trudy was trying to rise up, but she was also having trouble. My lungs were empty, and I was suddenly concerned I’d pushed myself too far.

I looked up to see Cal coming back down. At the same time I felt hands pull the weight belt off that was helping hold me down. Then Brian was lifting me up to the surface as Cal worked on getting Trudy off the bottom.

I felt weak and dizzy, my lungs empty and my chest on fire. It had been incredible, but now I really ached. I was dizzy and a little disoriented. Then my head broke the surface and I gasped madly for breath.

I looked over to see Cal had brought Trudy back up. Her eyes were glazed over; I thought she’d passed out. Then I noticed her chest was rising and falling. A moment later it was as if her respiratory system kicked in as she took a really big breath and started panting like crazy.

The guys looked happy as clams. But Trudy and I needed some attention given to our pussies. I asked Cal to give us some time to recover. Then I told him we were going back down for round two. And I didn’t want to come back up until I’d orgasmed like last time, this time with his cock deep inside my hungering cunt…

© 2017 (written Feb 19 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Justpaul clip with vidcaps used for illustrations.)

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An aborted rescue 3.5 (4)

Posted on March 6, 2017 by riwa

Bambi was happy not to see any other vehicles around. It was a secluded area but the locals knew about it and often hung out there. She parked and then got out, taking a cooler and towel with her as she headed down to the sandy beach.

Bambi couldn’t swim. But she loved standing in the water, especially the way the incoming tide lifted her up and down. It was a turn-on the way the water flowed through her crotch. She sometimes masturbated right there in water up to her chest just a few safe yards from shore.

She laid out her towel on the sand and then placed her cooler upon it. It was a hot day and she was looking forward to getting wet and cooling off! She didn’t plan on doing much more than wading out, getting wet and perhaps getting off.

She quickly undressed down to her skimpy pink bikini. It was her favorite and she especially loved the way it rubbed her crotch and got her horny. If no one showed up she was even considering taking her bottoms off and rubbing one out!

She trotted down to the water’s edge in her bare feet and began to wade out. The water climbed her calves from the surf and then quickly rose up her legs as she waded farther out. It felt refreshing and she found herself looking forward to her time in the water.

It reached her crotch and she gasped with delight. She felt hot between her legs and she waded farther out with growing excitement. Bambi thought that perhaps she might even orgasm two or three times before she waded back in and then lay out on her towel to sun herself.

She didn’t see the guy in green swim trunks discreetly watching her from behind the nearby dune. He was admiring the young woman’s form from afar – her large breasts and bountiful ass. She reminded him of the stereotypical blonde – stacked and loaded for bear. The only question he had now was whether or not she was dumb as a post.

Bambi waded into water up to her breasts. As the surf came in it lifted her up off her feet and then deposited her back down upon the sandy bottom. She loved the way the tide made her bob up and down… so long as she could feel solid footing underneath her.

It wasn’t long until she couldn’t help herself anymore. Bambi reached down and began rubbing her crotch through her bottoms. It felt wonderful… a potential release she’d been aching for over the past several days. This section of beach was definitely her favorite when it came to wading out and masturbating!

She bobbed up and down, the surf lifting her up until she was neck deep before setting her back down. She rubbed herself harder, toying with the idea of removing her bottoms for a quickie. She had no idea she was being watched, nor did she have any inkling that the guy observing her was becoming aroused at the thought of seeing her up close and personal.

The next wave lifted her up and she gasped with delight. Then it set her back down… only to have her go completely under with a surprised burble! Her feet flailed for solid footing that wasn’t there!

She kicked herself up and looked all around in surprise. Then another wave lifted her up, only to drop her back down as it passed her by. Bambi went under again, her feet fluttering in vain!

Instinctively she pulled with her arms, kicking herself up with her feet. She came up waving her arms and sputtering, only to have the next wave drop her back down below the surface. She burbled as she struggled to pop back up to the surface.

She gasped in alarm, flailing with her arms. Somehow the tide had picked her up and had carried her too far out! Then another wave lifted her up, only to cruelly push her back down below the surface.

This time she panicked and she kicked herself up, coughing and sputtering. “HELP!” she screamed, frantically waving her arms. “I CAN’T SWIM! SOMEBODY HELP MEE!!” Choosing a secluded beach was now proving to have its drawbacks!!

The next wave sadistically pushed her back under and she burbled as she went down again. She waved at the surface, kicking wildly until her head popped back up. “HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” Then she swallowed water as she went back under.

The young man behind the dune heard her cries and was unable to believe his good fortune! Perhaps becoming her knight in shining armor might earn him a fuck on the beach! Instinctively he rushed out from his hiding place.

Bambi cried out again in a flurry of bubbles, waving her arms as she tried to resurface. The tide kept lifting her up and then letting go of her! She was getting exhausted and with no solid footing underneath her she sensed she was getting farther away from shore!

She came up flailing and screamed again. That’s when she saw the young man rushing toward the edge of the water in her direction. Someone else was here; she couldn’t believe it!!

“HELP ME!” she cried out, trying to wave desperately at him. “I CAN’T SW-GURBLRUBLE!” Back down she went, bubbling and gurgling.

She weakly kicked back up again, sputtering frantically as her head burst up out of the water. She could see him swimming toward her and she tried to reach out for him. Then the next wave lifted her up before dropping her again and she went under in a flurry of bubbles, her arms flailing wildly.

So tired; she was getting so tired. Then an arm wrapped around her, lifting her up to the surface. She was brought up to the surface coughing and gasping for breath.

“I’ve got you,” he told her as he held her up, keeping her head out of water. “Relax; I’ve got you!”

“Just get me to shore!” she gasped “I’m too far out and I can’t swim!”

“You should be more careful,” he told her. Then he couldn’t help himself. “Tell you what. I’ll take you back to shore if you’ll have sex with me.”

“What? You’re crazy!”

“Ok, you dumb broad!” he responded. “It’s your choice.” Then he let her go.

Bambi slipped under the surface in a flurry of bubbles. But now he had decided this was his big chance to see her underwater. So he took a deep breath and submerged.

He saw her waving with her arms, struggling to get up to the surface. He helped give her a little push and she managed to pop up for a breath. But it was short-lived and she slipped back under to rejoin him, waving her arms in a futile effort.

Bambi was terrified. This bastard wasn’t doing a thing to get her back to shore! What’s more, her fear was heightening her arousal and she was afraid she was going to orgasm right in front of him at any moment!

He reached out to her and for a moment she relaxed, hoping he was going to help her to the surface. Instead he grinned as he grabbed onto her bikini top and pulled it off her body. Her large white breasts came free in stark contrast to the rest of her tanned body, her round orbs gently bouncing as she waved exhaustedly at the surface.

He gave her a push upward and again she popped up, gasping for breath. But by now she was too weak to cry out anymore. She slipped back under, burbling as she went down. That’s when he reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, giving it an appreciative squeeze. Bambi was so horrified that she orgasmed right then and there!

A hot wave of pleasure washed through her body, stealing away much of her energy reserves. She tried waving up at the surface with her arms but she just couldn’t get there on her own anymore! Then he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up.

They both popped up, panting quietly for breath. She frantically wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to hold on. Her chest was tight against his and she could feel his bodily warmth. Then he stopped trying to keep them both up at the surface and they went down together in a flurry of bubbles.

For a moment she held on as though maybe he might rise back up to the surface, taking her with him. But as they went deeper she let go and began waving wildly up at the surface, bubbling weakly. That’s when he reached up and pulled her bottoms down off her legs, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy.

Bambi couldn’t believe it! This bastard was undressing her… virtually molesting her! Why the hell wasn’t he taking her back to shore??!!

He grabbed her legs and pushed her up toward the surface again. She popped up and gasped for breath before she slipped right back under. She kicked feebly, her arms waving up at the surface. Then he reached out for her, wrapping an arm around her and carrying her up to the surface.

She popped up again and panted weakly, too exhausted to struggle anymore. That’s when it occurred to him she might be too proud to give in and fuck him once he got her back to shore. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching her out here. Besides, it was her own damn fault for getting too far away from shore! Maybe it would be better if he aborted her rescue and watched as she “accidentally drowned”.

He smiled at her and then let her go. Her eyes got big before she slipped under the surface with a burble. Then he reached down and shed his trunks before going down after her.

He watched as she waved up at the surface, bubbles slipping out past her parted lips. His cock was hard and he couldn’t help stroking himself as he watched her. Her pink pussy winked at him as she feebly tried to kick, her legs spreading obscenely to give him quite an unobstructed view!

For Bambi it was pure agony; she couldn’t catch her breath! He kept taking her up to the surface only to let her go after a handful of pitiful breaths! It was torture of the worst kind! And the bastard had stripped off her bikini and was now naked and gawking at her!!

She felt his hands run up and down her legs and she shuddered with fear and arousal. Her lungs were on fire; she couldn’t keep this up much longer! Then he grabbed her legs and gave her a heave upward. Bambi popped up at the surface, gasped for breath and then slipped back under.

He reached out and groped her breasts before reaching down to touch her pussy. Bambi shuddered helplessly, too exhausted to resist. She no longer kicked with her legs nor waved up at the surface. She simply didn’t have the strength anymore and she looked at him tiredly, resigned to whatever he was going to do to her.

He wrapped an arm around her and carried her back up. Her head came up and she panted quietly for breath, noticing how far away they were from shore. She knew she wasn’t getting back on her own! And now she had a very bad feeling about her would-be rescuer!

She felt his hard cock between her legs as he held her head up out of water. Then he grinned at her. A moment later he simply let go and she slipped under the surface, too tired to struggle or even care anymore.

He took a deep breath and then slipped under with her, having just made a fateful decision. It was far better to watch her out here as she accidentally drowned than it was to haul her back to shore and risk getting accused of molesting her! Besides there were a lot of stupid, foolish people who swam out too far out from shore and ended up drowning themselves. This stupid bitch would simply become just another statistic!!

He went down and jerked his cock as he admired her nude form. She looked numbly at him as she drifted there, too tired to struggle as bubbles slipped out of her mouth. Then she simply couldn’t hold her breath anymore and her lungs gave out.

She coughed a mouthful of bubbles and then jerked in convulsion. Her body spasmed weakly as stray bubbles were forced out of her lungs. He watched in awe as her breasts bounced up and down and he couldn’t help furiously stroking himself. Then his cock exploded and he aimed it right at her.

Bambi saw his cum spurt in the water. She shuddered again in orgasm as minor convulsions shook her naked body. Her chest heaved gently as she inhaled water into her lungs. Then all muscle functions ceased and she quietly drifted there right in front of him, staring tiredly with her mouth open as her arms hung upward in a futile attempt to reach the surface.

He reached out and caressed her breasts once more, admiring how warm and round they were. Then he fingered her pussy, noticing how slickened it had become. She must have had a little orgasm as she drowned! At least she had gotten off on it!

He smiled at her appreciatively and then left her there. He swam down to snag his drifting trunks. Then he headed for the surface and began the long swim back to shore. He concluded it was too bad the tide had carried her too far out and that he couldn’t get to her in time…

© 2013 (written for Kelly Apr 16 ’13 by riwa)

(Inspired by an idea from Kelly)

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