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Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 09:19:15 -0700 From: mdrx@juno.com Subject: The Ranch Rauch # 7 the day of rebirth This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me and multiple guys and mustang horses. Many forms and fetishes of bondage will be used as well as severe punishment. Many twists, turns, and surprises are in store. This is a multi-chapter story and after this one you might have to read the ones before it to fully understand what is happening. I do a recall in the first paragraph with the highlights of what went on in the previous chapter. A full list of names and characters is available, but the names of the characters in each chapter are mentioned before I begin that chapter. If your name is used it is coincidental and the characters were based on the personality of Masters, Sir's, boys, slaves, mustangs, girls, and women I have known. I Have full permission from these personalities in the before sentence to use them however I want. A few of the characters are minors, but they do not participate in any sex acts. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason you should not read this story and should instead leave right away. Copyright rules apply. If you would like to suggest a fetish with mustangs or something wild or crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing me at: mdrx@juno.com Character list: Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties. Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and mustang herd in his mid fifties. Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real estate. Mystery guy: to be revealed in later chapters. Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch. (Something special happens in this chapter) The herd: Tar Baby, Gizmo, Twinkie, Comet, Daisy, Phantom, Dancer, Gambit, and Thumper THE DAY OF REBIRTH #7 I wake up on Bazookas belly and recall what happened yesterday. I was tied under Bazookas belly and my dick was whacked while jumping over logs, sometimes bare, sometimes with a metal cover over my dick and was severely whacked all day. I remember Master Rick saying that today was my last day and today was to be most painful and brutal and I spent the night here on Bazookas belly overnight. I tell Bazooka lets go see what is in store for me. I get off Bazookas belly and he rolls over and I get on and he does a half rear that sends the force into my dick to make it tremble and we trot back to the old house. We get there and Master Wes comes out to greet us and spanks my dick a few times to get it to throb and we go inside. We all have breakfast and Master Rick says today you will need to make the ultimate commitment and sacrifice. If you want it your name will die and you will be reborn into the boy that we want. Once started we will not stop until done and this involves extreme hard core bondage. Do you want to proceed? I answer yes. The thong is taken off and my dick freed fully stretches and hardens up in a moment. I feel deer hide on my dick and am forced into a deer hide thong. My dick seems to enjoy the soft hide and softens enough to mold to the thong. A hood is put on me cutting off light and sound and a gag is attached so I cannot speak. I am led outside and am put on Bazooka and Master Wes gets on behind and we ride double to the forest. On the way Master Wes tickles my nipples and my dick and abdominal muscles twitch with excitement and we seem not to go far when we stop. I sense another mustang with Master Rick come up. Master Rick says this is your last chance to say no, I nod yes. We get off our mustangs and I smell burnt wood and I think a camping spot. Master Wes say's hands in front and pump your chest like working out, I do so while I am pushed back so I am against a tree. Master Rick say's stop and squeeze your nut sack with both hands as hard as possible. I do so and gasp as I feel a bird claw dig in above my right nipple. Then another claw digs in above my left nipple and I inhale to scream when I get spanked hard in the abs. Master Rick say's quiet and I feel a needle inserted into both claws but I absorb the pain but start to tremble slightly. My thong is removed and my dick hardens solid in a moment. I feel rope being loosely around the needles, and my hands are tied to my side. It feels like the other end of the rope is tied to the other mustang. Breathe deeply I am told and I do so. Bazooka licks my nipples to make my chest tremble and I gasp inward as I am lifted off the ground a few feet and my body weight hangs on the claws and needles. My dick is test bent and I tremble and brace for whatever is coming next. Both Master Rick and Master Wes spank me hard both front and back at the same time. My body starts to shake from the spanking and pain. I sense after a bit that my entire body is red from being spanked and I am gasping from the strain and pain when they stop. My dick is solid and I am trembling hard from the punishment. I feel Bazooka licking me saying its okay and after a moment of deep breathing, I stop trembling. In a quick movement Bazooka bends my dick under me with his head. He lifts me so that my body weight shifts from the claws to my dick. I scream as loud as possible through the gag with my dick bearing my body weight. Bazooka lowers me so the claws take hold again. Bazooka sucks my dick to calm the trembling but I do not cum. My dick hardens fully and Bazooka stops sucking me and bends my dick again and lifts me off the claws again while I scream through the gag and he repeats it several times before I am lowered to the ground. I do not even attempt to get up. I feel Bazooka walk up and suck my dick and I cum hard. I feel the needles come off and I scream again as the claws are removed. I feel my chest being bandaged and wrapped and the thong put back on. I nearly pass out from the pain and throbbing when I am put back on Bazooka and Master Wes gets on behind me to hold me in place and we walk back to the old house. I am taken inside the house laid on the floor and my bandage is checked. The thong is slid off and my dick hardens in a moment. I feel ropes tied to my legs and I am hoisted upside down. My legs are spread wide then massaged a little and yanked farther. I am spanked and flogged until my lower body is red again and trembling. I am lowered back down and nearly lose consciousness and I feel being secured tightly by my arms and my legs spread out as far as they will go. A pair of ropes is untied and I feel the tip of the big butt plug I experienced a day or so ago. I pull myself up and the remaining ropes are removed. Only my arms are holding me off the plug and they do for awhile. They begin to tire and gravity starts pulling me down on the plug. I realize the plug is dry but ready to receive me. My arms are shaking and give out and my body weight slams in the plug with force. I scream through the gag and my dick severely pressured, starts to throb and starts to cum as I loose consciousness. I wake up and realize that most of the day is gone. The gag is removed and I seem to be secured so well that I cannot move. I tense my dick but there is no response, nor from my legs and arms. I remember with difficulty that I was hanged by the chest, crucified and rammed in the ass with a big plug. Those are the most barbaric forms of punishment one could endure but I do not think I am done with it yet. I feel that my nut sack and dick is being saved for the last. I have a few ideas but will wait to see what is in store for me. I doze off relaxing thinking the test will come soon enough. While dozing, my mind wanders and I hear music in the background. I have heard the music before but could not recall where it came from. It is a nice melody that seems that has no end but like a loop. I focus on the melody to make it louder and start humming along with it. I start to sense a presence within my mind that I have not felt before. My mind must be completely open to anything. I say in my mind hello there, and am stunned when a foreign male voice says welcome back boy. I ask who are you and the response was you know me all to well. I ask how long have you been in my mind and the response was since you were born. I have been searching for you. I have been trying to reach you but we had many near misses. I saw you when you were growing up on a farm and dreaming of me. I saw you at a horse jumping show and called to you. Fate had it in store that we not meet until this particular time and space. I can hear you but cannot see you. That is true as it is dark now and you are almost dead. But I am hear now and will protect you as much as I can so rest for now. What you have felt these past few days is nothing as to compare what is to come tomorrow and it will consume you if you are not ready to accept it. Rest now boy and dream of happy thoughts. The music seems to fade as I lose consciousness. I feel myself getting rubbed and I slowly open my eyes and Master Rick says morning. I am lying on the couch shrink wrapped like a piece of meat. You had quite a day and you were very brave. Master Wes and I thought it best to shrink wrap you as you body took much punishment and did not want you to hurt yourself further so your body could start to heal. Master Rick asks what you felt during the night. I said oddly I herd mountain music and a voice saying that I would have the hardest test to do. Master Rick says hmmm. I must think on that but for now I will release you from the wrap. I feel like a second skin is being removed and I get up slowly from the couch. My bandages from my chest are removed and I walk to a mirror and I am amazed that I look beefier and leaner. I look at my dick and it seems to be longer and stronger even with the pounding it took over the past few days. Master Rick says after breakfast we will go into town and get your truck. It was fixed mid week but since you were having fun I decided to wait till now to get it. I say okay. We have breakfast and ask where Master Wes is? Master Rick said that he went into town early to get supplies and will be back after breakfast. I change into my clothes and barely fit into the jeans and t-shirt. The tow truck has come to take me to the auto repair shop and I get the truck and return. I sense something on Master Rick's mind when I get back. Master Rick says go and get Bazooka and brush him down then come see me. I find Bazooka in his stall and give him a brush down. I take off the t-shirt and jeans and he caresses my nipples and sucks lightly on my dick. I give him a hard hug and say to him that I fear what will happen today. Bazooka hugs back as if understanding what I had said. I return back to the house and both Master Rick and Master Wes, just getting back with supplies, are waiting for me. He says time for you to leave. I say what? You must now return home and resume you job. I stand there completely stunned that I would actually leave. I ask what do I owe you and Master Rick says nothing. Your work and play have been a great joy to both Master Wes and me. Go and get your clothes and will meet you out at the truck. I get my clothes and as I walk out I notice Bazooka and the other mustangs watching me from the pasture. I give Both Master Rick and Master Wes a big hug. I turn to look at Bazooka but his back is turned and nose on the ground apparently crying. I am crying too with grief as if loosing a friend. I start to pull out but stop at the entryway. I consider what I am leaving and cannot do it so I back in. I say to Master Rick and Master Wes I cannot leave with tears in my eyes. I feel I am bound to Bazooka in a special way. I do not know how or when but it is true. I freely give everything I own to the both of you so I can stay here. Master Rick says there is only one that can give such a grant and that is Bazooka himself. I call to Bazooka to ask to stay and he leaps over the fence and charges at me and stops nearly knocking me over and licks me in the face. Master Wes says that is a yes. I hug Bazooka in happiness. Master Rick says a good test. I say what test. Master Rick says the pain of leaving a friend is stronger than any test than anyone has ever devised. Put Bazooka back in the pasture and we will have lunch. Rick says after lunch you will transfer title of your place and truck to Wes. You will call work and say that your parents were involved in an accident and that you need to move to care for them. I will have paperwork for you to become a permanent dependant to me. All finances will be turned over to Wes as you will no longer need them. You will keep your drivers license and I will pay for your insurance. We will move your stuff here and save what is important and donate all the rest to charity. Do you belong to any clubs? I answer yes and I will be a life member in one soon so no dues. The other two are not important but will require simple notification. While lunch was being prepared I called work to tell them about my family situation and they agreed. They would send my final check by special courier tomorrow. I said okay and hung up. I tell Master Rick about the last check and said that I would need to sign for it and he said that I would need to return home so we can start the process of moving. Both Master Rick and Master Wes say we will help you sort and pack. In the meantime we have an afternoon to further test you. Let us ask Bazooka as he may have something in mind. I take off my clothes and a thong is put on and my dick is wrapped around my waist. We go out to the barn and Bazooka is waiting for us sensing that he gets to pound on me some more. Master Rick says close your eyes and I do. Master Rick says Bazooka what do you want to do this afternoon? I think of my nut sack and Bazookas foreleg lashes out and hits right on my nut sack. I gasp at the power and my balls scream and I bend forward a little in response to the blow. I say to Master Rick that my nut sack and dick cannot take blows like that without protection like a metal cup the martial artists use. Master Wes says we have one your size to fit your big dick and I will get it. Bring Bazooka into the arena and we will get started. I do so and a special jack with a metal cup is there. My dick is bent and balls behind me and I straddle the cup. I look down and it is filled with something. The cup makes contact with part of my dick and gasp as mineral ice encases most of my dick. The jack pushes the cup up and my balls and the rest of my dick slip into the cup. Hands make sure my nut sack is fully in and is tied super tight. I am lowered onto the ground and the cup shaken a bit to get the mineral ice all over what is inside the cup. Bazooka what do you think? Bazooka lashes out with a foreleg and I feel the power as the cup rings as it takes the majority of the force of the blow. A hood is put on me and I am led to a solid spot and am laid down. My dick is throbbing when I feel Bazookas foreleg step on top of the cup. Then he puts all of his weight on the cup and my dick throbs in protest. He kicks it a few times in different parts of the cup and each blow rings as contact is made. He stops and I get up and am led inside, my dick still on fire from the mineral ice. I am put in a chair low to the ground and my legs are pulled apart and secured. Oh no my mind says to me, he is going to nail me with his hind legs. I try to calm myself by breathing deeply and start to hear the music from the night before. The music gets louder and calms my mind. I hear a knickers' as if asking a moment later I gasp as twenty hard blows are received by the cup. Wham, ring, wham, ring, wham, ring. I loose count as the cup starts to dent inwardly. The stinging is intense as the music fades away and I sense a pause and a final blow are received. I scream and am sobbing from the vicious blows when the hood is taken off and Bazooka starts to lick me in the nipples and face. I am slowly released from the low chair and Master Wes unties the cup. I gasp as my dick swings out and throbs heavily and I gasp at the cup. It was almost even with the sides. I asked both Master Rick and Master Wes if either saw a cup bent in like that before and both said no. Master Rick led Bazooka back to his stall and Master Wes led me to the tub with oil and soaked for a bit before dinner. I hear the music and called for the voice that I heard before. The music changed as if questioning and I ask who you are. The response was you have known me for some time, have you not figured it out? All you have to do is believe. Bazooka I call and a yes and I am flooded with memory from him, seeing the joy of first meeting me and having the joy of me on his back flying like the wind. I am amazed, a fully telepathic mustang. I never knew of such a thing. I ask does anyone else know of you and Bazookas reply was both Master Rick and Master Wes suspected I was special but only you have wanted an unbreakable bond with a companion. I have been quietly reading your mind and part of you is in me and a part of me is in you since you drove in a week ago. I also read your emotions when you drove by many times on your way to the coast desiring me. I ask Bazooka is there others like you here that are telepathic. Most are but a couple are not says Bazooka, most are quiet as if waiting for their riders to appear. I ask do you have offspring that are like you and the reply is several, a couple are here. The rest were sold in a BLM auction and are elsewhere living out their lives. Each mustang is looking for its rider, only then when the find the rider will the telepathy fully manifest if they have the ability. I would like to share more later as Master Wes was coming for me. Can I tell both of them of your nature? As long as the promise not to reveal to anyone else without permission. I am hoisted out of the tub and dried. Master Wes asks how does your dick feel and I say strained but unsure. I return back to the house and a thong is put on. I grimace a little as it is bent to fit and I sit down. Master Rick says your face looks happy and you body relaxed. Can you explain this as you should be tired and sore from such a pounding? I look at Master Rick and Master Wes and ask if they can keep a secret under the most brutal torture known. Master Rick and Master Wes extend their hands to me forming a triangle. I ask Bazooka, in my mind, good enough? And a positive note comes back. What I am about to tell you only you will know and not tell anyone without my express permission. Both Master Rick and Master Wes say we have no secrets between us but we will accept your condition. What is the meaning of such an oath? I reply Bazooka is fully telepathic and both Master Rick and Master Wes gasp at such a revaluation. We had no idea both say. I did not know myself until an hour ago but knew something special the way Bazooka greeted me when I showed up on the first day. Have either of you sensed soothing music but could not pinpoint where it came from? Yes but we thought it was from the trees and wind. The music was coming from Bazookas mind and he has been reading your thoughts from both of you since he came here. I do not know if Bazooka wants to talk to nor do I know if he can in a group forum. Master Rick says the bond between the two of you is special and I would not want to be intertwined between the two of you. Master Wes says having another mind in a mind is not what I would like to do. I say okay and we finish dinner. Master Rick asks do you want to play with us or with Bazooka tonight. I reply that I would like to play with Bazooka tonight and both of you tomorrow night as I might need to stay at my former place and start the moving process. Master Rick says fine. Go and have fun. I go out to the barn and Bazooka is waiting for me. I open the door and he walks out and we go outside. He licks my nipples to make me twitch and gives a light but solid whack to my dick and my dick throbs in return. He kneels down and I get on and Bazooka does some half rears to jar my dick and we head into the forest. We do not go far as I think Bazooka is looking for something. We stop at an old oak tree and I get off Bazooka. He says take off the thong and lean against the tree and I do so and my dick goes fully hard in a moment. I feel Bazooka start to suck my dick and it is very pleasurable. Bazooka asks what you would like to do tonight. I think and reply make my dick suffer more to make it harder and stronger. Bazooka says a good idea and stops sucking me. Tense your dick and he stats hitting it like a punching bag with his mouth in several directions. Turn around and walk backward then lean forward, grab the tree trunk with your arms and spread your legs. I do so and I feel Bazookas head between my legs and catch my dick on the back of his head. In a smooth motion he bends my dick under me and lifts me off the ground and my dick supporting my bodyweight. My dick screams at me and I gasp at the pain. Bazooka lowers me back down releasing my dick. I turn around and he sucks my dick massaging it. Again I ask, turning around and these times hold me in the air till I scream. I ask for a moment to focus and Bazooka pauses for a moment. I turn back and nod and Bazooka lifts me barely off the ground. My dick throbs hard them starts to scream but my mind says wait. My body starts to shake with the power supporting my dick when I cam not bear the strain I say now and Bazooka jerks his head back like a catapult lifting me in the air a few feet and my dick snaps fully forward in mid air and I spread my legs wide and slam in to the back of Bazooka causing me to cum. I gasp at the pressure put on the base of my dick. My dick stops shaking after a few minutes. Bazooka says stand on me and climb on the lowest branch. I do so and Bazooka says jump and land on me. I jump and land squarely on his back causing my dick to cum again. Bazooka says you have always wanted to do that since you saw it on a movie some time ago. Let's go back to the barn. Bazooka lowers me so I can get the thong and get back on and we return to the barn. We go into his stall and he asks me to lie down and starts to suck my dick causing it to convulse and twitch. He pushes his mouth and grabs my nut sack and dick with his tongue and lifts me off the ground. My dick throbs hard but does not scream at me as before. He returns me to the ground and lowers himself and rolls himself upside down. I lie on his chest as I have always done and I hear the sweet music and drift off to sleep. If you would like to suggest a fetish with mustangs or something wild or crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing me at: mdrx@juno.com


9-07-16 10:16:10


By Freaker

Once Rick set his mind to doing it, it was only a matter of time before the relentless expansion of his Cock completely demolished his posers. He could have just torn them off but that wouldn't have been a challenge, whereas attempting to remove them would have been a challenge. Especially without our assistance because his Ass was so thick and his posers stretched up and over his high rising globular rippling Ass cheek muscles. And he could no longer easily reach back to pull them over his butts, not now his arms and Lats were so enormous. They conflicted! Besides, his posers were too small to get over his massive 90 inch plus thighs, not to mention his calves. And talking about Rick's Calves!! Oh my muscle god, you gotta be kidding. Just look at them! Look at how they ripple with power at his slightest stance adjustment. But they are just like very other muscle in his body. They're 100% muscle bursting with energy. And his calves must be a good 35 inches each! So a pair of posers made to fit a 32" waist with an XXL pouch for a future Cock were already pre stretched by his now 36" waist. So they were obviously not going to survive being removed however it was carried out.

So to Rick, who was now so huge the challenge of the poser verses his Cock was like an superbly fit mountaineer looking up at a virgin unclimbed mountain. It became something that had to be conquered by a Man. And his name was Rick Jones. And it meant his posers had to be destroyed properly. And in the ended he chose the simplest and most stimulating way. He let his indomitable Cock do all the work and it became obvious that in future he'll need to wear under wear or swim wear with velcro straps. Like a baby's nappy.

Then for a moment, a very short moment at that, he felt a twinge of anticipated embarrassment at the thought, "That's like wearing a nappy" until he decided "Everyone will want to emulate me and feel inadequate if they don't need under wear with velcro straps". Besides, he could easily wear nothing and get away with it. Either way, with or without clothes, people will have to go through a steep leaning curve when they saw what we had created in Rick. The first Phase 2 muscle transform.

"But they'll adapt" he just knew they would.

Anyway, soon after he decided to let his Cock do the work of removing his posers it expanded and passed the point where it was possible to remove the garment from the nob of his Cock without tearing it. That's when we just stood there mesmerised by his test of strength and instead of tearing a hole in the middle, the posers just exploded, flying into fragments which is where we left off the last episode.

Rick momentarily stumbled forward and as he threatened to fall on top of us his Cock flopped free and our faces were coated in volcanic Titan Tit muscle cream. The next thing, we found ourselves on our Asses looking up at him and his colossal Cock immediately hit its elastic limit of some 20 inches of masculine might and snapped to attention in as many milliseconds and rocketed up as fast as the snap of 2 fingers slamming hard and loud into his massive masculine Pecs!....TWATTT!!!!!!!!! And as far as we were concerned, Rick had just proven his Will Power now matched his spectacular muscles and looking up at him we saw a fully fledged God of muscle with an incredibly beautiful Cock wedged firmly into his lower foot thick Pecs!

Rick took 2 steps forwards and straddled both of us so we could see the incredible extent of his total width. His legs were spread wide and from the front of his Pecs to the back of his Back he was 5 incredible cock hardening massive glorious feet of muscle! And he stood over us rippling with delight and we saw how Rick was in his own muscle heaven as he looked at himself reflected in the mirrors with pre cum already oozing from his 1 inch piss slit.

Compared to his Pecs his nipples seem small. 3 inches of volcanic offerings we both thought how they would soon be 2 excellent "mini-me" cocktails, one for each of us to suck on but then they slipped back out of view into the massive fold of muscle, Rick's incredible cleavage between his lower Pecs and upper Abs as he relaxed before hitting a double biceps and inflated his huge chest when they popped out again as his lower Pecs rose up and out, casting an even bigger shadow over us.

Looking up at Rick's Pecs our eyes had to go passed his 2 Big Balls and the hills that were his Abs and we could see how his Tits, when he inflates his chest (and by the way, this is the best view isn't it?) were pointing directly at us begging to be suckled as Rick flexed for himself in the mirror before he turned his right biceps into his face and started sucking on a wall of muscle they presented to his lips. Then he picked out one striation after another and he ran his tongue along its powerful extent and slowly and his eyes started to roll back and finally went all white as he fell into a fit of ecstasy and it was so clear what was happening. He was feeling the enormous power in his massive flexed biceps flowing through the tip of his tongue and the aroma of his arm pits made his nostrils flair as he fed of his own muscle power and worshipped himself!

It was clear to us what he expected and when he was done with each striation he kissed it before moving to another. He was loving his body and it showed its appreciation back! But he hadn't forgotten us. After all, we were 2 Mr. Olympias!!! Fuck yeah and he started slowly contracting his Abs making his pelvis rock so that his Cock slid up and down between his lower Abs and soon he started to cum into our open gapping mouths swinging side to side to reach each of us in turn. The Cum shot up from between his Pecs over his head and plummeted straight into our open mouths! Then Rick moved over to his left arm and sucked his left striations as we feasted! Until he started rocking his head back and forth kissing each of his huge Forearms in turn, one after the other and flexing them. They were bursting in huge veins as he pulled both hams together and out making his Pecs massage his Dickhead causing himself such heightened stimulation his Cock exploded with a huge quantity of cum shooting 6 feet into the air just as he turned his head sideways to see it gushing out from between his Pecs and landing on the back of his neck and this lasted for 30 long slow ejaculations before we sprang to our feet and I started lapping up Rick's hot back muscles as Ron drank from Rick's dripping Balls until Rick final easedd back and came to a complete stop and slumped his arms out. He then stretched his shoulders back and just stood there smirking with great handsome satisfaction and it was a smirk that invited us to do anything we felt like. Which we did.

Rick was soon spotlessly clean and I knelt down in front of him and started polishing his 10 Pack Abs with my tongue and lips. They were very hard so I kissed and sucked just as hard! And so perfect too as I rolled my tongue over their glistening curves and pushed into the depths of the cleavages that separated his incredible 10 pack. While Ron squatted behind and inspecting Rick's Butts. Rick flexed them making his Ass ripple with bands of striation that initially shocked Ron. He had never imagined a more striated Buns than his own once were and gasped before he started sucking away on them. "Relax" Ron called out and Rick obliged immediately letting Ron's tongue dive deeply into his Ass crack to find the rose bud. But couldn't. He first had to pull Rick's ass cheeks wide and hard apart until, there it was. The most perfect set of sphincters ever! And they were pink and clean as Rick's transformation gave him an anus etc that was no longer needed for excretion as every thing Rick eat was now absorbed by his incredibly efficient gut. And they were now so efficient they only needed to be half the size of a normal man's. Which explains why he can have such an incredible taper and why his urine is a lot more colourful.

All of Rick's bodily secretions now pass via his urine & sweat and he consumes a special diet that enhances the effect. So that now Ron was staring at a rose bud that represented a true gateway to muscle sex and bliss and when he sniffed it he found it had a fresh minty odour. So he poked his tongue straight in and Rick jumped a a fucking foot and spun round and lifted Ron and kissed him hard and strong! It was a slight to see1 It was incredible and I was in love with both these muscle giants and I jumped up and wrapped my thighs around Rick's waist from behind and hugged Rick's enormous Lats as I sucked on his Traps. They were as hard as rock, like my Cock and I was coating the back of his neck with my loads of cum as I humped him as much as possible and Ron was being lifted to muscle heaven by Rick's kisses compared to me. He got to be kissed so well by Rick whose tongue wrapped and entwined its way around his, and taking possession of Ron in a way that said "I'm going to fuck you".

I soon sucked up the cum from Rick's neck and back taking it in like it was fruit flavoured jelly before I dismounted and Rick started posing for both us in the mirrors. His body was glistening and solid, with mountains of muscle the sight of which kept us all constantly with what could only be described as raging hard ons. Rick then hit a most muscular that almost enveloped his head with thick Traps with massive deltoids acting like book ends and 2 huge shelves of Pectorals for him to bury his chin into. Then a side chest pose that seemeed to over emphasise his incredibly massive Pecs and I coulddn't help myself when I stepped in front of him and started thumping them with closed fists like they were a punching bag making absolutely no fucking difference yhey were so solid and massive. He was so magnificent it only made Rick laugh and he grabbed me by my Cock and started spinning me around and my feet left the ground and he pulled me in and he helped me wrap my legs around his waist again and we laughed as he spun me. And as we spun he pulling me in and letting me out so I could kiss his Pecs over and over and Ron stood and stared, a big agreeable smile on his face holding his erection and every revoluton I caught a glimps of Rons face. He was amazed.

When we came to a stop we fell over and Ron fell on top of us as we rolled about in almost a frenzy of kissing, sucking and probing. But it was controlled so that for over 20 minutes we were all over each other doing 69ers and at one stage Rick ended up on his back doing a double biceps as we sprung to our feet and took turns standing at his crotch and leaping on top of him, on top of his chest and we kept bouncing off of him. He was so solid and we hardly made an impact! Except it made him laugh, which made us laugh. He was infectious and he encouraged us to do even more stupid things like kneeling on either side of him as he layed there flexing his biceps kissing him slowly, and sucking his Abs and taking turns kissing his lips. And all the time Rick was cumming. He was a never ending spunk and the more he came the more wonderful it felt for all of us. We on the other hand kept running out of cum. But 5 minutes later we were recharged. Albeit modestly. And after almost an hours Rick darted into the kitchen so fast! We were shocked at how fast he could go. And returned with 6 pitchers of protein whip. We drank it down copying him gulp for gulp. He drank 4 to our 1 each and he placed the empty containers in a corner. Rick then had his back to us and he hit a back pose! What a Back! And what an Ass!!! And what Legs!!! He was ready to fuck one of us.

Rick then turned and went to Ron and suduced him. At the same time he turned his back to me and flexed his Ass making it ripple and as he kissed Ron's muscles I kissed Rick's Back working my way down to his Ass. He flexed again and then relaxed to let me in and I opened his Butts. They were solid muscle. Lean and cut with not an ounce of fat.

Rick turned Ron around and Ron took a step forward and bent forwards slightly. Rick then grabbed his huge Cock and pushed it down making his huge Pecs go into spasms until his dickhead was low enough to reach Ron's rectum. His piss slit ejected a dollop of lubricant cum that hit Ron's ass cheeks. Rick then ground way at Ron's ass using his Cock like it was pestle and Ron's Ass was the Mortar and soon his dickhead was all the way inside Ron's Ass and my 9" had slipped into Rick's Ass and it felt like Ron's insides were on fire! Ron's increddible striated Ass was so hot it felt like my dick was melting as I pounded into his marble hard hot Ass and I was bouncing off Rick like a rag doll and loving it. Rick kept on slowly pushing deeper into Ron's interior opening up virgin territory and transforming the inner lanscape as he probed deeper and Ron was gasping all the way, inch by inch until Rick was a foot inside and started getting ready to unload. He paused while I just kept bouncing about, going in and out until Rick suddenly clamped down and I came to a very quick stop 9" deep.

All we could hear was Rick breathing long and hard. Then more and more, making his chest expand and expand with every breath and great rushes of air passed his lips and his whole body became harder. Rick was flexing and flexing as his crotch built up an all mighty load and Ron tensed in anticipation. Then Rick just wispered "Relax Man" in Rons ear and Rick's body bristled with huge striations as he slowly started deep pelvic thrusts that became faster and faster and faster and lasted for 5 minutes while my chest pressed hard into Rick's mightly back and I was being taken for one hell of a ride and for another 5 minutes Rick thrust his Cock deeply in and out of Ron's Mr. O ass building up a crescendo of cum to fill Ron's insides and then Rick let out an all might series of yells and gasps that vibrated though his body into my body that was clamped to Rick's back and I cam too!!

Soon, Ron's insides were filled and overflowing with Rick's extraordinary cream as Rick's dick went relentlessly in and out until becoming less and less a pile driver as Ron filled up and a back flush of cum burst from between Ron's sphincter rings tightly clamped around Rick's incredible Cock. Then as Rick withdrew his Cock it slammed straight up into his chest as he grabbed Ron's Butt cheeks and sealed them together and he had to hold Ron at the same time to stop him falling. Ron was limp!

After a while holding Ron, Rick managed to bend forwards and push his Cock back down using it as a temporary butt plug for Ron's Ass and he held this possition for several minutes as Ron's body quickly absorbed the goodness inside. And the heat now cumming from Ron's sphincters pressing into Rick's dick and was soon enough to set Rick off. Again! He unloaded several more loads before finally letting his Cock spring back!! And this time only a small amount of Rick's cum escaped Ron's rectum. Rick then let Ron fall gently to the floor where he curled up into a fetal position and slept, like a huge black muscle baby. Some baby!!!

Rick then spun around and started posing again. His chest became enormous. It was in my face and his massive muscular Pecs were pushed into my face and I almost collapsed. But he grabbed me by my waist and steadied me before lifting me over the top of his enormous torso and pulled me in and kissed me on the lips. Fuck!!! His lips were like fire! Then he threw me up and my ass came down and I found myself sitting facing him on top of his huge chest, my legs spread between his delts and traps and he sucked my balls!!!!! I managed to grab his head and his short cut hair was so thick as I worked it between my fingers and flexed my Pecs!! I could feel Rick flexing his might Pecs right under my maximus glutimus muscles and I flexed my ass hard as I could back into his Pecs. "Yeah more" he begged and groaned and we did this for a long time before he suddenly lifted me again and placed me on top of his Cock. I was in heaven as I slid slowly down his shaft and placed my feet astride his incredibly narrow hips. Then, feeling so good, and relaxed I folded my arms behind my head and Rick imitated me making his huge biceps almost cover his face with extraordinary biceps. And what little of his face there was to see, I had the best view of it!

I could see Ron's eye's rolling back into his head. They were almost pure white, just like what I saw reflected in the mirror when he was fucking Ron. Only now it was my turn, Kevins turn! And suddenly I slipped half way down Rick's majestic Cock and he grabbed me by my hips as his massive torso flexed and I was lifted up and down his shaft making loud incidental slurping/sucking sounds and Rick was grunting and I sighed loudly and sucked my biceps. The biceps that almost won the Mr Olympia and got my tongue deep down into my arm pits where my huge biceps became even thicker! It felt wonderous as Rick lifted me up and down a good 10 inches, faster and faster and the faster he went the more I relaxed and the more Rick sweated and the more his Pecs blossomed and pumped!!! He buried his face into his Pecs as he lifted me up and we entered muscle haven together and what was a huge wall of muscle for Rick's face were 2 huge and wide domes of striated muscle in front of me locked between Rick's 2 massive deltoids and his traps and I was looking at Rick's muscles in awe when he started cuming. AGAIN!!!! He unloaded 5 loads of his creamiest cum inside me when suddenly he stopped!

All movement and all cumming ceased. Except I could feel his heart beating, slowly at the lips of his piss slit lodged deep inside me....."Kiss me" he demanded and at first I could manage to reach his Pecs. They were so powerful under my lips. "No. On my lips" he corrected and I strained, grabbing hold of his traps to the side of his ears and pulled myself up. He could see I couldn't reach by myself, andI felt the warms of his hands press firmly into my Lats and our lips touched and it was bliss. I saw stars and maybe he did too cause he sucked my tongue and stretched it firmly, warmly, and massaged it at the same time and ran the tip of his tongue over every tooth. He massaged my gums and when he pulled himself free we gazed deeply into each other's eyes and I saw bliss in their greenness. And he hugged me into his body.

My head rested sideways over his massive Pecs and I was listening to the sound of his heart beating. I could smell him too. His whole body reeked of fresh sweat and a touch of sweet masculine musk. His breath was lacking in oxygen but I wanted to re-breath it to savour his power and its almost minty freshness when suddenly he started walking with me still comfortably impaled upon his mighty Prick. I could look into his eyes any time I wanted to or needed, and now he had a look of contentment with the concentration of a hunter and at the mirrored door he let go and hit another double biceps pose before reaching out and opening it. I had to hold on tight, gripping his Deltoids and in a series of thunderous strides that almost developed into a canter he carried both himself and me, all 355 lbs of Olympian of muscle like I was an apple on a stick into the kitchen where he consumed another 4 pre packaged pitchers of his special protein whip. I had to help him. Holding the jugs as he flexed for me, smiling and laughing between huge gulps and he was thriving on this concocktion, and I was thriving on just watching and helping him down them like his stomach was a bottomless pit. Then it was my turn to down just one jug.

He added 2 litres of filtered tap water and 2 hands full of supplements and burped! Ha!! We kissed, again and again, and he rocked me up and down his mighty muscle. I was so engrossed by his antics I didn't even notice where he was taking us until I heard weights clanging. He was adjusting a barbell on a bench press and after he'd tightened the locking collars he just grabbed it by the middle and lifted it over our heads, twisting it into position and gently placed a 220 lbs barbell across my Pecs. Then he proceeded to fuck me. Again! And I sank deeper into his muscular manhood before he took all the weight again and his torso exploded with power!!!!

Rick was an incredible powerhouse of muscle lifting me, as before by my hips up & down with his hot and always throbbing monster Cock inside me. And he didn't cum! Not for a good 15 minutes. By which time his Pecs and shoulders had become enormously PUMPED and 6 feet wide!! Rick was truly the ultimate ride in all the Universe. And then he grabbed me by my Lats to steady me and started doing free standing squats with me and the 220!!! Oh my muscle god, Rick was squatting with perfect form in his bear feet of course with me holding a 100 kgs barbell and the tendency for me to fall back was tremendous but it seemed like nothing for Rick.

Then he dwelled at the bottom of several successive reps seemingly just to enjoy a good stretch of his thighs while I felt so secure it made me laugh. Rick knew why I was and smirked and winked. He was so handsome, so powerful his looks could kill at a 100 metres as he held me as firm and as steady as an amusement park ride, until he lifted the barbell off me, placed it back on the bench and added 2x20 plus 1x10 kg plates to each side and added the locking clamps. Then he grabbed the new 200 kg barbell and proceeded to do military presses using both arms. But only to warm up as I held on, under less strain than before.

At the bottom of the military presses his cock relaxed and I fell back so far!! His Cock was almost horizontal and I felt precarious but when he pressed the 440 lb br up, so too did his Cock flex and I was lifted back up like I weighed nothing! Another amusement park ride, and boy did he smell nice when our bodies slammed against each other and to finish off the shoulder's work out he did a set of 20 one arm presses and said, "Enough" and unloaded the 440 barbell by throwing it up and catching it with an over hand grip before it hit the floor and placedg it back gently and evenly. Full control.

His shoulders showed the strain but the strain was well within his engineered limits as he grabbed me again, this time by my Lats and jerked me up and down like I was a cork floating on top of an ocean swell and the suction his huge Cock created up my rectum became loud and rhythmic. He churned my insides in a most delightful way. He was a master already and its effect on my prostate was magnified beyond any previous fuck. And Rick was clearly delight to watch me now fondle my Pecs. He smiled his gorgeous smile that spoke of perfect approval, even though I was no match for him, muscle for muscle, I could see how much Rick liked me doing it. Then 10 minutes later Rick's eyes again started to roll back into their sockets, a sure sigh that he is about to start cumming. Only this time, he was so earnest about it. Like he was going to give me a gift I would treasure forever. And a stare that said he was also going to do me, like a dinner. His Balls churned impatiently and what a feed of hot cum he delivered into me! He shot deep and powerful bursts inside of me and I could feel the heat radiating in me. The quantity, the quality!! Everything about Rick and his magic Cum was both intoxicating and invigorating at the same time, and my stomach started to distend as he relentlessly pounded away and came hugging me close as he lifted me up and down and our bodies slammed into each other and just I time my own cum exploded inevitably, uncontrollably to provided more than ample lubricant for between us. And soon my guts were looking as distended as the way they were when I had achieved my greatest roided gut! And Ricks Cum was transforming me. I could feel it already.....and it felt so strange...like I'm going under a general anaesthetic....oh my muscle god....heee...lllp •

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How am I supposed to compete with this?

how am I supposed to compete with this?

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Is that Riley Reid

how the fuck?

He’s semi-famous, it’s not that unfathomable.

>semi famous
his biggest hit has nearly a billion jewtube videos.

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cool it with the anti-semitism

Riley isn't even hot unless you're fucking 12 and just found out what porn is

She’s a whore.

Yeah but most people probably don’t know who he is.

?Does he have his thumb in her

I disagree

Who's the nigger?

she a rapper too
youtube.com/watch?v=cXxMIOX-qJA

Her feet are her best asset to be honest.

is she just clout chasing? I find it hard to believe a 30 year old porn star would find this mutt attractive, especially considering she probably has more money than him

florida connection

based and redpilled

>Pussy ass cornbread fuck nigga

I don't know what else I was expecting, but that was fucking terrible.

>nutritious nut

She is hot but is a fucking bad and obnoxious human

anyone else notice all the new zoomer pornstars are fucked in head?

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what the fuck is going on with that room is it a bathroom or a kitchen, either way its a fucked up room

>people who get gangbanged on video so they can get paid $400 by some Jewish sleazebag aren't completely sane
You don't say...

Who is this Jolie lookalike?

I unironically fucked riley for about a year
She is such a cock fiend

she's awfully liberal with "the word"

No you didn’t

Everybody should be liberal with using it. It will lose its value that way.

How didnt i?

This gave me AIDS, thanks user

I know you didn’t

I even made a video of us fucking. You jelly user?

wow hes even stealing peep's hairstyle.

Brethren sound effect the second one number two

pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph584db85a013fe

fuck u

like, the Hail AIDS guy?

IIRC, she has fucked some other rappers before.
I guess this guy likes sloppy seconds, hehe.

Must be that the mutt is better looking than the purebread greaser

Lil Pump and Smokepurpp are based and redpilled lads

I dont even like rap music but they're funny so they're alright

As entertainers they are entertaining

Who’d have thought pornstars were fucked in the head? Certainly not me.

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u faggots

no u fuck u first

I don't get the hype for this whore. Her face is like 6/10 at best. She looks like a bird

Most pornstars are ugly as shit and wear clown makeup, why do rappers think its epic to fuck video prostitutes?
What happened to groupies?

Bro, come on... You wouldn't want to fuck a nasty ass porn bitch? It's literally their job to suck dick and fuck... They must be pretty fucking good at it. Doesn't that sound fun to have sex with someone who literally makes money to be a professional at having sex and sucking dick? It would probably be the best blowjob your scrawny ass would ever receive

Riley Reid has nasty nipples, and red nail polish doesn't suit her

>Riley Reid has nasty nipples, and red nail polish doesn't suit her

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This doesn't resemble me at all

no its disgusting and you would get an std for sure

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>White knighting a pornstar

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Lmao, that Odd Future sticker really seals the deal. Top kek

>wanting to fuck this

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Do you know anything about pornography whatsoever? These bitches are tested monthly And they aren't allowed to work if anything comes up. Stop replying if you're retarded

>Implying you or anyone else on this board has fucked anyone even remotely close to as cute as her

Her face is busted my man

>Implying you've ever been laid when you're trying to convince strangers on an anonymous imageboard that they would fuck your pornstar oneitis

I may not have ever gotten a gf or laid for free but ive had sex with prostitutes that were definately better looking than Reilly.

>notice the blunt
wow, i didn't know riley was a fucking degenerate
fucking dropped

She looks like shit

You are literally a fucking homo

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I dont give a fuck about the whore but read this faggots comment again

He said red nail polish doesnt suit her LMAO some gay best friend shit

Oh, I've been laid plenty of times. Just with fat or ugly chicks. Not pornstars. I'm also not retarded enough to try to act like I wouldn't fuck a pornstar on an image board

I happen to be a foot connoisseur. Stay humble and sit down, you pleb

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>that blunt
>trojan condoms

kek he didnt even have the courage to go in raw

Didn't he make her smoke a blunt out of his toes anyway? It's on twitter

>Retard who fucks fat and ugly chicks is outraged that patrician Pow Forumstants don't share his shit taste

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Ok maybe based and redpilled then she is busted anyway though

yeah most because the world is huge.
Tons of people know who he is. He's famous. I get that you're saying he's no jay-z/MJ


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tagIncest/TabooBeautiful Dreamers Ch. 02

Beautiful Dreamers Ch. 02

Lonely single mother Tammy had developed an acquired taste for incest and taboo erotica over recent years. In her own mind she quickly developed more than a fascination with it - especially with her favourite kind, mothers and sons having sex with each other!

In fact she believed there to be nothing wrong with it in reality. The excitement of such taboo fantasies of crossing those lines might have been intensified with the knowledge of how dangerous such a life could be, but she had not only developed an addiction for such fantasies. She was in love with the idea.

Of course it was not something that society accepted. Some taboos society might never want to dispel when they weren't even abusive. It was truly disturbing how men could act on the taboo of murder and rape to fulfil their own sick needs when it suited them, and yet the love and the bond between family could only be so strong. And though not all human beings were backstabbing, murdering, raping sociopaths, her passion remained a secret guilty pleasure, so close guarded that nobody would have expected.

Tammy recently stumbled upon a fairly new writer on erotic fiction website Literotica. He called himself Erotikinesis and wrote exactly the kind of stories she craved. Not only that, he was so damn good at it that Tammy was so deeply affected by his works, unable to think about anything for days but lustful, loving, incestuous sex all day and night.

Every story was so much more intense than the last, striking deep on every level so that she could barely tell one erogenous zone from the next. Contacting him to thank him for his perverted talent of daydreaming so graphically and emotionally in words, Tammy discovered that Erotikinesis was her only son.

Ben Adams was as deeply in love with the mother and son incest fantasy as she was. What came to be from that day forth set in motion a journey down the road to mutual self-discovery and the liberation of each others' hearts and minds.

When she asked Ben to write her a story, depicting what would happen between them if fantasy led to reality for the both of them, Ben delivered more than she could have hoped for - much more. The lines between that fantasy and their reality were beginning to blur...

The very next morning Tammy showered and then set into the kitchen in her white terrycloth housecoat and made coffee. In the relative silence of that Saturday she stood dumbstruck by the previous night's events. She had been alone when she read Ben's story, lying on her bed in only her bra and panties, and thrumming with a strangely erotic sense of overwhelming fright. That had soon melted away, much like the rest of her.

How many mothers could claim to have been brought to such intense climaxes by the erotic works of their own sons? Come the insanely clever curveball that Ben had written into the story to trick her - one mindfuck to the next - Tammy was aching and pleading for this reality he had created. Come the part where he gave it to her, along with many very real questions, not only melted away her inhibitions.

The sex between them in his story left her utterly devastated and wondering what reality she was even living in anymore. So she had told him, Tammy felt like she had witnessed and experienced the real thing through his words, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

In all honesty, she was more afraid than ever for the fact that she wanted more. She wanted more of his stories, she wanted them to be closer in their shared secret, and after having answered the questions put forth by Ben in his fiction, she was afraid that she wanted him the way that he wanted her.

Ben started to move around at roughly 10AM and after a quick shower he too came downstairs and entered the kitchen. He must have known his mother was there. He entered very cautiously, even before they laid eyes on each other.

'Hi,' he offered with a shy smile and approached her scratching the back of his head. He was dressed soft, in a snug white t-shirt and his grey sweatpants, his hair damp and messy.

'Love the scruffy after-shower hairstyle,' she said, swatting the fringe away from his forehead.

'Are we weird again?' he asked. She knew what he meant. After last night's odd escapade, they were full-circle and back to that day last week when it all came flying out of Pandora's box.

'Good,' Ben said and stood facing her with a resigned look. Tammy asked him to hold her then and he didn't hesitate. They held each other quietly for a long time, listening to each other breathe. Nothing else mattered.

'So weird,' Tammy agreed before uttering a lengthy yawn. Then she peered up into her son's warm eyes and offered him a bright smile. In honesty, though she wouldn't tell him, Tammy felt like a teenager on the inside and she was a few hormones short of crushing over him. There and then that didn't feel weird at all. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. It felt even better when he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, which she accepted with an adorable squeak.

'You look like you could maybe use a coffee. Were you up late playing your game?'

'I'd love one,' he accepted, letting her loose to work her magic. 'I was up late. But I was writing again.' That surprised her, to hear him dare to speak so freely.

'Sooo... you read my email?!'

'I did,' he nodded thoughtfully. 'Are you okay? I dodn't know what to think, whether you were upset or shocked.'

Tammy took a deep breath as she poured Ben his coffee and added milk, then offered him a trustful glance. 'It was amazing, son. It sounds strange saying that, but do you mind me being so honest?'

'I suppose I'd better get used to it,' he said with a smirk and lifted the coffee to his lips.

'I don't know how I should feel just yet. But I know how I do feel.'

'I feel the same,' he agreed.

'I know I put you on the spot last week when we talked. And I put some serious questions on the table that you'll never have to answer if you don't want to. So a part of what made your story about us so thrilling was how you presented your own questions and interpretations. They really made me think... hard...'

'Thinking wasn't the hardest thing you were doing,' he teased and laughed. 'Don't lie!'

'You awful, awful man, shut up,' Tammy suddenly squealed. She blushed full-force and bit her lip before taking a swipe at the bulging meat of his bicep. 'Do you want me to really come out and say it?'

'You might already have said enough in that email, mom. Maybe you don't want to say anymore just yet if you don't know how to feel.'

'I feel like we might love each other more than we probably should,' Tammy confessed and blushed harder. Part of her regretted saying it. 'Please rescue me from that last statement,' she begged.

'Relax mom,' Ben said and disarmed her with a kiss on the cheek. 'We can talk about it more when the dust has settled. But I refuse to believe that we can ever love each other too much!'

Good choice of words, Tammy thought to herself later. One hell of a bomb had dropped right on top of them. And they had brought it on themselves. The thing was that the dust wouldn't settle for a long time to come, but that wasn't what concerned her. The real concern was the shellshock that had rocked her to the core.

At six that evening, Tammy was done busying herself, dusting as it were, and was residing over one of her horror novels with a coffee when Ben swooped in, putting his coat on. He had a confident smile on his face. Tammy noticed that and also how smart he looked in a dark red shirt and jeans. Her first thought was that he was going out on a date. The mild scent of cologne backed up her intuition.

'You look nice, are you going out?' she asked.

'We are,' he announced. 'Get your coat and come with me. I'm taking you to see a movie and then for something to eat.'

'Oh I can't let you do that,' Tammy blushed again for the third time that day.

'Just as well I'm not asking,' Ben quipped with a wink. 'Come on, let me treat you for once.'

Tammy's heart leapt faster than she could stand up. Nobody said it was a date, nobody but the voice in her own mind, though she refused to let it speak for her. She hurried to fit into her stretchy drainpipe jeans and pulled on a snug black t-shirt with a plunging neckline, spraying on a hint of orange citrus perfume just for good measure.

'Oh mom, you smell good enough to pluck fresh from the tree,' Ben chuckled and earned a clip around the ear.

'I haven't been to see a movie in almost ten years,' she whispered close to his ears once the commercials ended and the theatre fell into silence.

'Then I hope this movie you chose isn't a god-awful steaming pile of crap,' Ben said cynically. He was joking. Ben had recommended 'Don't Breathe' on the word of a horror buff he worked with. Tammy scolded him all the same but then quickly relaxed and took his hand in hers, where their fingers quickly intertwined.

Ben looked down, then so did his mother, but as he looked back to her she merely glued her eyes to the screen with a hidden smile. 'Are you sure you don't want a drink or anything?'

'I'm happy,' Tammy said genuinely and squeezed tighter.

After the movie Ben took Tammy to a nearby alehouse he knew that served good steaks. It was going on 9PM and both of their stomachs were grumbling like crazy. Neither Ben nor his mother imagined that they could have been happier though, making idle chitchat about work and life and anything but the weird stuff.

Ben had taken her out for the night to get away from that stuff, to give them both the chance to breathe clean air and to think clean thoughts, to be away from those four walls so that they could see each other in a different light.

It began to occur to him as he viewed her beneath the spotlights of their table, waiting on their food, that regardless of his attempt to take the weight off her shoulders, his mother - radiant, youthful and her blonde hair glowing like gold before him - was such an attractive woman. Not only that, they could both read each others' body language. The message was written all over each of them. This might not have been intended as a date but it was sure as hell starting to feel like one.

'I'm so glad we did this,' Tammy enthused, sipping her iced G&T. 'Thank you for all of this, Ben.'

'You deserve it,' he said gratefully and kissed her hand like she had at the cinema. She made eyes at him and then rolled them dramatically, meaning to self-deprecate, but he wouldn't have it.

'Come on, when's the last time somebody took you out?' Ben asked seriously. 'I don't remember.'

'Funny enough neither do I. I should just date you,' she joked. The food arrived just as Ben was about to speak. Tammy wondered why he held his tongue, maybe a little paranoid that it was something he didn't feel could fall on ears other than theirs. Then they were alone again and the room seemed less quiet.

'Maybe this is a date,' he teased, cutting into his steak with such a hunger. He didn't forget to disarm her with a wink before tasting the first morsel of seared red meat.

'I knew it,' Tammy played along. 'I knew all along. You're one of those hopeless romantic types.'

'Indeed,' her son replied upon swallowing the delicious rich steak. 'So how many bases does this get me...

She kicked his shin under the table, suppressing her urge to smirk and bit her lower lip. 'Eat your food young man!'

At 10PM they were grateful to be back home and far from the city rush of taxis carting in the screaming gaggles of dolled up women and carting out the early drunks. Tammy was no expert on weekend nightlife, not anymore, but she failed to see the attraction and wondered about Ben in that respect. Was he destined to miss out on his youth because he didn't fit into that life, or was he really happy being the laid back loner that he was?

As soon as they were through the door, Tammy groaned as she sought release from her wedge-heels and longed to feel the ground beneath her feet. When she was out of her shoes and taking the strain off her lower back, she gratefully wrapped her arms around her son and held him there. She was only a little tipsy from the four gins she had drank, but the buzz was just enough.

'Thanks again, Ben,' she oozed. 'I love you so much!'

'Gimme a kiss,' he said and leaned in to catch her lips with his own. Not that the demand or the action was out of character, especially since he himself had snuck away two beers, but it surprised her in the most pleasant way.

'Better stop that before I get used to it,' Tammy laughed softly. 'Let's sit down here for a little bit and talk some more, okay?' Ben was in high spirits and all ears.

'I still can't stop thinking about your story,' she said, blushing and grinning as she stretched out onto her portion of the sofa. 'While we've had a good time and had a few drinks, can we just say it like it is?'

'Please do,' Ben invited and scooched closer to her. He rested his hand on one of her ankles as she tucked her feet beneath her backside and leaned back comfortable and waited.

'It was hot!'

Ben smiled. She looked at him intensely, longingly, and thus maybe for a little too long. All the while he kept her gaze and the both of them thought to themselves just how much they wanted to kiss each other.

'Do you care that it's wrong?' Tammy asked.

'I love it because it's wrong,' Ben admitted.

Tammy gasped, 'me too,' and then, 'do you really fantasise about me that way?' Ben only nodded. 'Oh boy,' Tammy breathed. 'Well I'm going to go to my room. Will you be up late?'

'Most likely,' Ben said, blushing, and with that Tammy reached over to kiss him on the lips and demanded another and another for good measure before bidding him a good night. It was far from the end of that night.

As soon as she got to her room, Tammy stripped out of her jeans and tee and then her bra and panties before slipping into bed and signing into her email account again, while the secret she had kept all evening - since growing bored at the movies - was still fresh in her mind.

It was just a matter of words, a single paragraph, all meant to provoke. She could blame the alcohol all she wanted to, not that she would. Tammy was simply in the frame of mind to at least try to give as good as she got...

"I was just thinking, how I can possibly thank you for taking me out on such a great first date tonight?" read the beginning of the message.

"So I wanted you to know what I'm thinking right now - you and me, my son and his mother, in bed together, making love, kissing the night away lying naked in each others' arms, exploring each others' bodies...

"I just thought you should know that. I love you, baby," read the end of the message, lined with kisses and hearts.

By then, Ben was lying on top of his bed stripped naked, eyes bulging bewilderingly as he read the message. His eight inch cock was rock solid and pointing up toward the ceiling, his hand wrapped firmly around the base as he eased the foreskin back and forth. How his heart thundered in his chest. He could hear it, like a bass drum thumping through a thick brick wall. Then he received a text message.

'Are you enjoying the story so far?' his mother had wrote.

'Mom, I don't know what to say right now other than I am so hard. You don't know how good that sounds,' he sent back.

'Yes I do,' came the reply. 'So you have a big hard cock and I have a nice smooth deep hot wet pussy. You're the writer in the family. Why don't you help me tell this story?'

Kisses, Hugs, Hearts...

'My long, thick hard cock and your smooth, deep, hot wet pussy sliding wetly together...'

Tammy was already breathless and sliding her fingers between the folds of her pussy, pulling back the hood of her clit to flick her sensitive little bud, just thinking about it. She had outdone herself now, inviting her son to sext with her while he was only in the next room. Shamelessly she already knew how she could go one better and it couldn't wait.

'Oh yeah, that sounds so good. Can I call you?'

'Sure,' Ben replied, with hearts upon hearts. And in seconds his phone was ringing and the one heart that wasn't on the end of his last text was now up in his throat. He picked up and listened for a moment. His mother cleared her throat and then spoke to him in a whisper.

'Hi, baby.'

'Hey, beautiful.'

'I can't help myself. Well technically I am...'

'So am I.'

'I thought we should just skip the typing and hear each other out,' Tammy suggested. 'Naughty I know, but...' Tammy let out a heavy breath and then inhaled softly. 'Would you be okay with talking to each other like this?'

'I'd love to,' Ben assured, a slave to his own racing heart and his desires for Tammy.

'The message you just sent about your long, thick, hard cock sliding in and out of your mother's deep, hot, wet pussy, that really got me going,' she breathed. 'I'm struggling hard not to come all over myself thinking about that. Thinking about you... in me...

'Thinking about me... moulded around you...'

'I wish I was in bed with you right now,' Ben groaned.

'Really? What would you do if I invited you over?'

'I'd love to have hot, passionate sex with you,' he answered and then swallowed dryly. His mother gasped. Just to have heard him say that to her drove her further to the edge.

'Gosh! You'd really want to have sex with your mother?' Tammy sought his confirmation, just to hear it again. She moaned. 'My God, baby, you're killing me...'

'Hot, steamy, passionate,' he trailed.

'Consenting, adult, sensuous,' she furthered.

'Wrong, forbidden, incestuous mother and son sex!'

'I am fucking coming so hard,' his mother swooned breathlessly. 'Thinking about us making love right now - it's so wrong but wouldn't it feel so good?'

'You would look so beautiful coming with my cock deep inside you,' Ben dreamed and sharply she hissed in his ear and the line went dead. Through the wall of his bedroom Ben heard his mother come loud and hard. All of a sudden his erect cock, thick and so stiff in his hand, began to erupt, come spurting out high into the air like shaken champagne - thick white streams - and as he frantically milked himself of every last drop, he too called out, surrendering to the sheer intensity of those delicious sensations.

After a while his phone rang again. He picked up to hear his mother softly giggling and couldn't help but join her. 'Now that was a fantasy a little closer to reality wasn't it?'

'You're amazing, mom,' Ben sighed. 'I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.'

'I loved every second, lover,' Tammy smiled. 'There's just one thing I really want right now. I don't know about you...'

'The real thing?'

'Hmmm...' she longed. But no! 'How would you like to come and snuggle with me for the night?'

It was an experience neither of them ever really thought they'd find themselves faced with. Other than the intense fantasy they had just shared so vocally, it was a beautiful thing. Similar to how Tammy's initial mental visual had suggested, they lay together in her bed, cuddled up to each other beneath the covers.

And instead of making love like they so desperately wanted to only moments before, they simply basked in the strangeness of the moment, and the beauty of it, noting how different they appeared in the post-orgasmic glow of their phone encounter. Now was not the time. Maybe the time would never or should never come. But the chances were that it might soon, because here they were testing warmer waters, becoming greater accustomed to each other yet again.

Tammy had her son's hands in hers and couldn't take her eyes off his, though she was so tired and close to sleep. And all the while Ben just gazed back before eventually pulling her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

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How to Gave a Girl Girl – Guides for Guys

It is not easy to take the virginity of the girl. This is a very sensitive issue and many guys can suck. You want to take the virginity of a girl in a way that makes her feel very comfortable. She is naturally nervous for the first time, but you can give her an unforgettable experience. If you are reading this, you are a boy or this special boy in your life. Of course, you want to make sure your partner feels comfortable when you're having sex with her for the "first time". You are a person who is sensitive to her and is a caring man who wants her to remember for the first time in a positive light. With good intentions, it will be very easy to be sensitive to her needs and to do something for the first time that she will never forget. She will not forget for the first time to make the most of it

First, be sure your girl is a person you are genuinely interested in. You would not want her first time to be disappointing for any of you, and if you really do not care about her, she will feel it and will not be completely comfortable giving her virginity. Another thing that some people forget is to make sure you both are of legal age to consent to having sex. This is not something you want to keep in mind while you fall in love with it, but it should also be considered for you.

Make sure you're ready to have sex at all times, make sure to keep your condom down. While many girls like to plan sex for the first time, this usually happens spontaneously, which may be the best way to have a really romantic and intimate moment.

Do not neglect the environment.

Just because the backseat of a car is a popular place for the first time does not mean it's good. You do not want to feel uncomfortable because you can not move in the right place or worry about being caught. You want her somewhere where she can feel safe and comfortable with you.

She will naturally be nervous. This is good. Small alcohol can do wonders of nerves, but none of you should get drunk for the first time.

When everything is ready for sex, condoms, a comfortable environment where you will not be bothered, play music and adjust your mood.

Start with a lot of love game, you want to include it so your nervousness goes away. You do not even have to think about penetration until it drips wet and does not die to have sex with you. Make sure it is crushed enough and if not, use a little lubricant.

Enter slowly, the first penetration will hurt, but if you do it slowly and carefully, you will not hurt her much. Be sensitive to it, make sure she knows she can ask you to slow down or stop if it gets hurt, it will not need you, but you may be worried she should ask you. Tell her in advance to think of nothing but to feel good. Once she gets used to feeling you, you can start with slow shallow blows, stay tender and allow her to choose how fast you leave. When she becomes more comfortable she will ask for it more difficult, faster and deeper.

That's all there is. If she has a lot of pain to control her so she can control the exact speed and depth, she will eventually find the rhythm that gives her the most pleasure and the least pain.

Follow these tips and you will be remembered as a sensitive and caring man who for the first time did something unforgettable.

Source by Ethan Steele


tagBDSM20 Questions Game

20 Questions Game

(Author's note: The following story was inspired by my good friend, QR – you know who you are)

To say that I was apprehensive would be an understatement.

It's true that I was once a submissive, but that was quite some time ago. I have been the Dominant in my relationships for so long now that I am more used to being in control, rather than being the one who is controlled.

So why, you might well ask, was I standing there on that doorstep wearing only a lightweight trench coat? In case that was not clear enough, let me paint this picture. Imagine a blonde haired woman, slightly above average in height. Place her, barefooted, wearing a brown coat that covers her from her neck to below her knees, on the front porch of that house. Mentally, open that coat and look inside. Try not to gape at the fact that she wears no other clothing. While you have the coat open, you may as well observe her ample breasts, and the neatly trimmed bush of blonde hair decorating her sex.

Yes, that was me, standing there for your observation.

Let me explain further.

I have a friend. A very good friend. Not to put too fine a point on it, a friend that I love dearly. A friend, also a Dominant or Domme, to whom I wished to give a very special gift. I decided to give her a gift that only I can give – myself. That is, I gave her a virtual coupon that she could use whenever she wished. This coupon entitled her to use me, in any way that she wishes, for one day. Anything goes. A coupon that represents "consenting to no consent" for one session.

She chose today.

She told me how to dress, and when to arrive. True to my word, I was there.

So why was I apprehensive, I can almost hear you asking. What I have not mentioned up until now is that my friend has a strong streak of sadism in her. She finds the sobs, screams, tears, and anguish of other people erotic and exciting. I knew this about her; I accepted this about her. I felt certain that very soon I would be in pain, and giving her the gift of my own sobs and tears. I was giving this gift of my own free will, and from my love for her, but that did not mean that I could quell my apprehension. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

Anticipating my arrival, she might have been waiting near the door. Within moments, she opened it and smiling at me, said, "Susan, welcome. You are right on time. Come in." She looked radiant, dressed entirely in lavender, with a silken blouse, smooth, formfitting slacks, and leather pumps. The color suited her short auburn hair perfectly.

As I entered, she gathered me into a hug, then looked carefully into my eyes. "Do you still want to do this?" she inquired.

I nodded, replying, "Yes Jane. I am certain."

"You know I am going to hurt you," she told me flatly, but with a gleam in her eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded, biting my lip.

"I want to clarify something," Jane stated. "You will not be gagged. Your safeword is 'red light', correct?"

I swallowed hard, two conflicting emotions erupting in my mind. I was gratified at her obvious concern for my welfare. On the other hand, my primitive brain was gibbering at the thought that she thought I might need to use my safeword. "Yes it is," I replied, hoping that my voice was not quavering. Inwardly, I was making a firm resolution not to use it during our session. I trusted her not to do any permanent damage to me.

"Very well, you silly girl. I think you are being very foolish, but I love you for it. Come with me," Jane commanded, beckoning me with her finger.

We entered the room in her basement that she had prepared for receiving my gift to her. "Take off your coat, and place it on the clothes hook in the corner, and then join me over here."

I unbuttoned and slipped off the coat, hanging it up. Completely naked now, I padded over to where she was waiting. She had seen my body many times before, but she still gave me an intense look, no doubt taking in the view of my smooth unmarred skin. Perhaps imagining what it would probably look like at the conclusion of this session. A ripple of goosebumps coursed along my flesh as my imagination synchronized with hers.

"Hold out your arms, Susan," she instructed me. As I did so, she secured the leather cuffs to my wrists. Each cuff had an iron ring, which would make it easy to clip to a chain or a hook. As Jane knelt down to strap similar cuffs to my ankles, I looked around the room. That was when I noticed the chains hanging from the ceiling joists near the center of the room. Looking below them, I saw two other chains fixed firmly into the basement floor, some distance apart from each other. Ominously, between them I spotted a drain in the floor.

I admitted to myself that I was frightened, but I did not want Jane to see that. If she did, her love for me might cause her to call this off – to refuse my offering. Once we started, however, I planned to hold nothing back from her. I would fully share with her whatever emotions arise, since that was the true heart of my gift.

"Over here now, Susan," she directed, pulling me to stand between the dangling chains. Taking hold of my right wrist and one of the chains, she held them as she looked directly into my eyes and said, "Last chance to change your mind, girl. Once this chain snaps onto the cuff, the only thing that will stop me before I am done is you using your safeword."

My body started trembling, but I looked directly back into her eyes and said, "Do it."

I heard the chain snap into place on the cuff's iron ring.

In a few moments, all four chains held me fast in place. I stood centered over the drain on the floor, with my ankles held slightly more than shoulder width apart. My wrists were held up over my head and out to the sides, placing me in a traditional spreadeagled position. By placing me in the center of the room, Jane could walk easily around me. I found that I could move my pelvis forward and back and side to side a slight amount. That was about all the mobility that Jane was permitting me. I felt completely exposed, and very vulnerable – no doubt exactly what she intended.

"We are going to play a game involving 20 questions," Jane explained. "Answer a question correctly, and I will give you pleasure. Answer a question incorrectly, and I will give you pain. You might imagine that the intensity of the pleasure or the pain will increase as the game progresses. I am not certain that you will find this to be true, but it is a possibility. Do you have any questions about the game, or the rules?"

For some reason, my mouth seemed to have become bone dry. I found that I needed to swallow several times before I could articulate, "No. I have no questions. I understand."

"Good. Let me get a few things ready," she replied. She disappeared behind me and opened the doors to a cabinet that was out of my line of sight. I tried looking back over my shoulder, but to no avail. I felt the trickle of wetness in both of my exposed armpits, and knew that my body was expressing its anxiety by sweating.

Jane returned to stand in front of me, her hands still empty.

"Here we go. Question number 1. What is my middle name?"

I thought hard. I had seen her sign Jane R... I knew her middle name started with R, but I was not sure that she had ever told me what that stood for. Rita? Robbyn? Rhoda? Rhonda? So many female names start with the letter R! Something swam up from the depths of my consciousness. "Roberta," I said hesitantly.

"Correct," Jane said with a pleased expression on her face. She stepped very close to me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as her hand slipped into the hair at the back of my head. She leaned in and kissed me full on my lips. The kiss began sweetly and tenderly, but it soon transformed into a kiss with such passion that it blazed into my core, leaving me breathless with amazement. Heavens, how that woman could kiss!

When the kiss finally ended, Jane released my head and took a step back. "Question number 2. What color panties did I wear yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" I was thinking. How was I supposed to know that? Then I realized that Jane never said that the questions would be fair. All I could do with this question was go with percentages. I knew that Jane favored black panties. "Black," I guessed.

Jane got another pleased expression on her face, but as I was starting to silently congratulate myself, she said, "Wrong. Yesterday was my day off, so I wore no panties all day long." Still smiling, she drew back her hand and started slapping my breasts harshly. The onslaught was so sudden that for a moment my shocked nerve endings failed to start reporting. But they quickly made up for lost time, reporting a wave of agony that brought tears to my eyes.

When she stopped striking my breasts, Jane paused before asking the next question. She did this between each question, giving me time to fully experience and process whatever sensations she had just given me. I could tell that to get through all 20 questions was going to take a long time.

"Question number 3. Would I prefer to have my pussy licked, or have my ass hole licked?" Jane inquired.

Oh heavens – another poser of a question. I speculated, "Ummmm. I think that you would rather have your pussy licked."

"I'm sorry," she said. "The correct answer is: 'It depends upon who the person is'."

I wondered if I should protest that trick question, but I figured it would probably not do me any good, given my vulnerability. For this punishment, Jane fetched a large number of spring jawed plastic clothespins in various colors. She proceeded to clamp them along both of my armpits, and both of my tender inner thighs. Each jaw clamping into place sent a wave of pain through my flesh. Bad as that was, I knew that eventually it would be worse, when she removed them. The nerve endings scream with pain when they reawaken, I knew from experience. I watched as she tied a piece of string to them, hooking the upper clothespins together. Another string similarly joined the lower clothespins into a unit. I shuddered with apprehension. This would enable her to yank them all off simultaneously.

As my body finally numbed, Jane left the clothespins in place as we proceeded to question number 4. "Which of my areolae is larger?"

This I could answer without hesitation. "Your left one is larger."

"Correct," she acknowledged. I was shocked when she jerked the string, pulling all the upper clothespins from my flesh. I shrieked with pain as all those nerves came back to life. About to protest that this was no reward for correct answer, I was gratified when Jane quickly began caressing this tortured flesh, continuing the caresses until this region tingled with happiness. She grasped the string for the lower set, and asked, "Ready?"

Prepared this time, I nodded. Still, I cried out at the pain as the lower group yanked clear of my tender inner thighs. But Jane quickly began kissing and caressing that burning, reddened area. My crying gradually transformed to moans of delight.

Satisfied that she had rewarded me sufficiently, Jane continued, "Number 5. What would I rather have in my cunt: fingers, cock, fist, or tongue?"

Knowing her, I knew that cock was not the answer. I was not certain if she had ever been fisted, so I decided to guess between the remaining two choices. I knew that fingers could do delightful things, and could reach deeper into my own pussy. I hoped Jane felt the same way. "Fingers," I replied holding my breath.

Jane shook her head slowly. "I much prefer the rush of having a woman on her knees before me, using her tongue submissively as I stare down at her."

She moved behind me, and returned after a few moments carrying a small tube of something in her hand. She already had a glob from it on her fingers. She smeared that gunk along my outer labia. The immediate sensation that blossomed was an icy coldness. But after a few minutes this transformed into intense heat. She showed me the label on the tube: "Icy Hot". It felt like my pussy was in flames! I squirmed. I pulled futilely with my wrists, as if trying to lift my body up out of that flame. Tears streamed down my face as I wept openly.

Gradually, my nerves accommodated, and I stopped pulling so fiercely on my wrist cuffs. Jane took this as a signal that I was ready to hear her question number 6. "What is the strangest thing that has ever been inserted into my ass?" she asked, with an enigmatic smile.

My mind reeled. The strangest thing? All I could think of was the possibility of the spike heel of a stiletto, so that was the guess that I hazarded.

"You might find this hard to believe," Jane chuckled. "But once, someone shoved a well lubricated golf ball up my butt, pushing on it until it went out of sight. Actually, I found the sensation both strange and highly erotic, although getting it back out took a lot of straining on my part. We shall now see what you think about a completely different sensation."

She went upstairs briefly. When she returned, without any preamble, she inserted two rather large ice cubes well up into my cunt, and rammed a third as far up into my ass hole as her finger could push it. The intense cold certainly distracted me from any residual heat that my labia might have been trying to report. But soon the core of my body ached. I hoped that my tissues might go numb, but they never did. Jane watched, her arms crossed and a satisfied expression on her face, as I writhed in the restraints. She waited until the ice had completely melted, and my openings stopped dripping.

Her seventh question was, "What part of a woman attracts me the most?"

I thought about our discussions over the years. I mentally considered choices such as: eyes, breasts, belly, and pussy. I rejected things that could be changed easily, such as hair color, hair style, or choice of wardrobe. I finally decided to answer, "You find her eyes most attractive."

"No, my dear. What I find the most attractive is her scent," Jane corrected me.

I groaned in dismay. I was not doing very well with these questions. True, my goal was to provide my body for my lover's pleasure. But I was beginning to wish that I could get a few more questions right, so that I might obtain some pleasure myself.

As I was mulling this over, Jane had disappeared behind me briefly, and then reappeared at my left side. Without any warning she swung the cane that she was holding, cracking it sharply across my ass cheeks. My body bowed forward, instinctively seeking to escape the pain. The chains prevented me from moving my pelvis more than a few inches. Certainly not enough to escape the onslaught of slashes of that cane across my ass. An expert with caning, Jane beat my ass until it was covered with red welts, but never broke the skin, causing bleeding.

The pain, tolerable at first, grew to be so bad that, while my tears blurred my vision, I was begging her, pleading with her to please stop. But I did not use my safeword, and the begging and pleading became part of my gift to her – music to her ears.

When she finally stopped, she let me hang writhing for a while, relishing my anguish. In spite of my pain, I felt a certain pride of what I was able to endure, given my love for her.

Her eighth question was perhaps her own gift to me; a respite of sorts. "Do I like golden showers?" she asked. "And if so, do I prefer giving or receiving?"

I smiled at her. "I know from personal experience that you love giving them," I answered.

"You are so very right," she laughed. I felt her apply a soothing salve on my ass, before she returned to stand close in front of me. For the rest of this reward, her mouth went to my breasts. She kissed, licked, and sucked each in turn, while her hands caressed the breast that was not in her mouth at the time. I closed my eyes, soaking in all the pleasure she was giving me. It went on for quite some time, but still I sighed when she finally stopped.

She straightened up, licking her lips. "Question number 9. What part of my body do I dislike the most?"

As far as I could remember, in the past she sometimes complained about her butt, so that was the only possibility I could guess.

In response, she shook her head and slipped off her left shoe, holding up her left foot. I was surprised to see the beginnings of a bunion forming on it. "This," she said. "I hate this." Replacing her shoe, she again stepped behind me, returning with a strange device. It was two pieces of wood, perhaps each a little more than a foot in length. They were connected to each other at their ends by two very long bolts, with wing nuts.

I quickly learned what the device was for, as Jane held it in front of my chest. She pulled both of my breasts through the gap between the pieces of wood, and started screwing the wood pieces toward each other with the wing nuts. The wood clamped down onto the base of both my breasts, trapping them there in a vise-like grip. As they were squashed, the feeling transformed from uncomfortable to agonizing. Again I broke out sobbing. The remainder of my breasts became sensitized purplish balloons, as the trapped blood filled them. Jane flicked the purple flesh several times, experimentally. To her delight, I could not stop myself from jerking to each flick.

She must have had nipples on her mind as she asked question number 10. "Do I prefer to have my nipples sucked softly, or vigorously?" was her question.

I may have been a bit beside myself, since my breasts were aching so badly. I whispered, "Softly," mistakenly speaking about my own poor nipples.

"Oh goodness!" she exclaimed. "I expected you to get that one right. You know how vigorously I like mine sucked. Tsk tsk." With that, she gleefully applied nipple tweezers to each of my now very swollen nipples. I screamed as their metal jaws clamped onto my flesh! I was only half way through her set of questions!

It took a bit of effort to focus on question 11. Jane asked, "Do I prefer spanking my submissive with a wooden paddle, or a bare hand?"

I considered carefully before answering. Making up my mind, I said, "You prefer to use a wooden paddle, because you can strike harder."

"Oh my, no," she replied. "Spanking with a bare hand is much more intimate. Besides, swatting with a hand leaves a lovely imprint on her behind."

Grinning, she removed the nipple tweezers. They had been on long enough to numb my tissues, and their removal brought those tissues back to life – screaming with pain. I merely gritted my teeth and did not cry out. The pain was expected, and tolerable.

But Jane was not finished. She brought over a flaming candle, and positioned its flame very strategically near each of my nipples in turn. Clamped as they were by the wooden device, my inflated breasts presented my nipples farther in front of me than usual. This allowed Jane to heat them mercilessly. Her skill was such that she never actually burned them. She did not even cause them to blister. I dared not move my torso in the slightest, because such a movement might have thrust a nipple directly into the flame. But the pain was excruciating, and I shared that pain with Jane by means of my wild vocalizations and pleadings. The pain got so intense that I lost control of my bladder. Piss erupted from me, drizzling hotly down my thighs, and pouring into the drain beneath me.

This satisfied Jane. She took away the flame, and asked me question number 12. "What color nail polish do I prefer?"

I prayed that her tastes had not changed recently. I offered my answer, "You prefer red nail polish," I believe.

"Yes, I certainly do," she said, much to my relief. Jane removed the wooden device clamped to my breasts, freeing them. She popped an ice cube into her mouth, and began pressing her pursed lips to my nipples. The coolness emanating from her mouth quickly soothed my burning pain. As the pain melted away, so did the ice. The sensations in my breasts gradually transformed from pain, through pleasantness, and into eroticism. Jane proved her mastery of breast stimulation, utilizing her mouth and her hands. She continued suckling and caressing me until, with a loud moan, I reached my peak. Again fluids cascaded from between my thighs, but this time it was my cum.

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