Chapter 57
Written by Spacer X <paul_t_22@yahoo.com>

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So Darrin and Lisa played "rock, paper, scissors." They decided in advance that if he won, Jane would go first, and if she won, Sandy would go first. He won on the first round.

He gave Jane the nod only a few seconds after that.

Jane breathed an audible exhale of relief as she dropped down to all fours. Fiiiinally! Dammit, this is soooo humiliating! As if waiting that long wasn't torture enough, now I have to CRAWL for the sole satisfaction of my geeky little baby brother! I've had handsome and hunky boyfriends who could literally fold him into a pretzel, and I certainly never crawled for them. I wouldn't even THINK of doing something that demeaning! But look at me now. UGH!

So why am I so fucking horny?! I swear, my cunt is ON FIRE! And it's soaked! How can it be soaked and burning at the same time?! God! And the way he's looking at me! Like he's some fucking king on his throne, getting his cock sucked by Vicky, who is a blue-heeled expert, and I'm on all fours for his amusement, exactly like a sex pet! Which I AM! HIS sex pet! His big-titted sister-slut!

UNNGH! If I keep this sexy thinking up, I'm just going to melt down into a puddle of cum! I'd better get moving before I simply pass out from too much lust!

She started crawling. Using Vicky's "journey" as a model, she went past the card table and on into the main aisle. But one advantage to being down on her hands and knees was that she could see under the table, and watch Vicky sucking him off. Then, she crawled back and forth in the aisle some, allowing her to see Vicky's blowjob action from different angles.

Darrin watched closely while still stroking Vicky's long blonde hair, constantly in motion. He noticed right away that Jane was much less experienced in this sort of thing. He (correctly) assumed that Jane had never done this for anybody, and Vicky probably had done it lots of times when she lived on Napali. But Jane was obviously trying hard to imitate Vicky's sexy moves, especially the swaying of her ass.

Seeing that nearly brought tears to his eyes, because he could clearly see how hard Jane was trying to please him, despite probably doing the most humiliating thing she'd ever done in her life. She looked up at him with fear in her big blue eyes, and he was tempted to tell her to stop. But there was determination in her eyes too. He figured she'd be insulted if he didn't let her go through it.

To say that the crawling made Jane hot to suck his cock was putting it mildly! It was true that she was frightened out of her mind, and even had fleeting thoughts of other passengers coming by right when she was crawling in the main aisle. But she was getting off on the crawling in a weird way, especially as she could see how intently her "geeky little baby brother" was staring at her.

She might have kept going longer, doing more than Vicky had done, except she remembered that she could take over sucking him as soon as she was done. With that in mind, she crawled under the table.

Vicky knew what she had to do, and she did it fast to avoid any hard feelings. She pulled her lips off his boner. Then she repositioned her entire body on the outer side of one of his legs. She figured he wouldn't be familiar with having three women all wedged in between his legs, and would have trouble keeping his legs spread wide enough for that. She was grateful for her solo time on his cock, but now she was okay with playing "third fiddle" for a while. She still could easily lean over his thigh to get her mouth on his throbbing pole.

Jane immediately took over, moving in where Vicky had just been. She got right between his legs and engulfed his cockhead straight away.

The card table wasn't very large: Darrin's knees and Lisa's knees would have almost touched if they were both pulled up close and keeping their knees together. All the women were forced to stay on all fours nearly all the time, because there wasn't enough vertical clearance to sit up. Vicky had extensive experience with under-the-table sucking and licking, so she'd position her body under the table at an angle. Jane had zero experience though, so she wound up with her head between Darrin's thighs on one side of the table, and her ass between Lisa's thighs on the other side.

This presented a delightful opportunity for Lisa. She clamped her thighs onto each outer side of Jane's bubble butt, effectively locking her in place.

Before Jane started bobbing, while her mouth was still adjusting to his thickness, Vicky leaned in and quietly whispered to her, "Sugar, one bit a advice. Remember, ya don't want him ta cum too soon! He's dangerously close before ya even start. Then your momma n' me are gonna chime in. So please! Take it easy on him!"

Jane nodded in understanding. She was frustrated as hell, because she wanted to go wild on him after building up her sucking desire for so long. But she didn't want to be the one to make him cum too soon. She knew the squeezing trick, but she didn't have much confidence in it, since she'd only started to figure it out. As a result, she started bobbing, but she forced herself to take it slow and easy on him. She only pleasured him with her mouth for the time being, since she needed her hands on the floor to stay on all fours.

Darrin looked to Sandy. He put his hands behind his head and slumped down in his seat, relaxing in a theatrically exaggerated fashion. He spoke to Lisa while still looking in Sandy's direction, "Mmmm! Lisa, Jane's taken over. She's soooo good! And Vicky is too. And I'm staring at my mom. And she's so stacked and sexy! She's ridiculous, she really is. Some movie star like Marilyn Monroe practically looks ugly compared to her."

Lisa snickered. "Come on."

"Well, almost! In my eyes, at least." He took a peek under the table, which he could do without trouble since he had slumped down. Jane's eyes were shut tight and it looked like she was intensely concentrating. He watched as Vicky brought her head closer to his cock and started licking his lower shaft. She wanted to fondle his balls as well, but she needed to keep as least one hand on the floor since she was on her hands and knees like Jane was.

He moaned blissfully. Mmmm! Two mouths on my cock AGAIN! Most guys never experience this in their entire lives! I guess for me it's going to become routine! Whoa! Man, it feels divine!

Then he looked back up to Lisa sitting across the table from him. Her huge G-cups were still spilling out of her open pink robe, subtly pushed together by her upper arms. Finally, he looked back to Sandy, still standing there with her hands pinned behind her back and her gigantic tits thrust forward outrageously. He gave her a loving smile.

Sandy's heart soared. SON! My big man! Look at you, sitting there with your hands behind your head in a deliberately cocky pose, reveling in the fact that you've got two hot sluts slathering and sucking and stroking their way all over your big fat cock! Gaawwwd! It makes me love and want you even more! And it makes me want to join in sucking your cock so much that I can't even stand it! But I'm stuck here! Such torture!

Lisa could see that Darrin had a deer-in-the-headlights look as he watched Sandy's tits bouncing on her chest due to her heavy breathing. She asked him, "How are you holding up, Stud?"

He turned his head back to Lisa and took a few deep breaths to try to calm down. "Lisa, this is so nuts! The thing is, everything is going so great! And I'm thinking about how it's gonna be in a few minutes when Mom is sucking me off again. And this sort of thing might be COMMON for me in my future! There's no way! Is this REALLY what it's going to be like in Napali?!"

Lisa dropped her hands under the table edge. Darrin didn't think anything of that, but that was because he didn't know Lisa had Jane's ass trapped between her thighs. She put her hands on that impressive bubble butt and started to caress it. She kept her thighs loose enough so that Jane could easily reposition if she was bothered by that contact, but Jane didn't even try to wiggle her ass to test her mobility.

While that was going on sight unseen, Lisa told him, "Better! I know you don't believe me that it can get better. But you didn't believe a lot of things today and they're all coming true. It gets better for ALL of you. It's so much fun! Unh! Now you're starting to learn why everyone thinks Napali is a paradise on earth and nobody wants to leave. It gets even BETTER!"

Sandy wanted to scream. There was so much she felt she had to say, but she wasn't even allowed to talk. "Better?!" How could it get any better?! I'm soooooo horny! I swear, I don't care if I ever cum again. I've cum dozens of times and my pussy can't handle any more big orgasms anyway. Too sore! But I don't need to cum because I'm so high on lust all the time! It can't get much better than this or it just might kill me!

He went back to staring at his ultra buxom mother. God, she's so HOT! Her face alone... so sultry! She was sexy before, but now she had this new uninhibited wantonness that makes her even sexier! And her body! Ridiculous!

He sat up and brought his hands to Jane's head. He began running his hands through her long mane of flaming red hair, exactly the same as he'd been doing with Vicky's blonde hair. Then he remembered Vicky's head was close enough to Jane's that they were actually touching. He brought a hand to her head too.

Jane felt tingly all over, and dizzy. She was highly mindful of the fact that Darrin had his hands in her hair on one side, and Lisa had her hands on her ass on the other side. To have Lisa caress her ass cheeks wasn't that big of a deal in terms of the actual physical stimulation, but the fact that was happening at all, and especially that they were female hands, made her feel extremely naughty, even wicked.

This was nothing like what she thought sex was like with her previous boyfriends. Back then, she had been very restrained, keeping her control and dignity. But now she felt she had no control or dignity whatsoever, and it felt invigorating and thrilling. She felt "sandwiched" between Darrin and Lisa, like she was in the middle of an orgy.

At the same time, Darrin wanted to scream for joy. He glanced down again at the two stunning faces in his crotch. FUCK ME! Two bombshells are licking and sucking me together! TWO! And I'm supposed to just sit here and take it without cumming?! No way!

Actually, he wasn't as close to cumming as he feared. Jane was being a real trooper and greatly restrained herself. Her head was doing a lot of bobbing, which looked dramatic, but she tried not to suck him any tighter than her lips had to be to wrap around his thickness.

Vicky was helping Jane out with her licking, but she knew he was overheated, so she deliberately chose to lick down at the base of his shaft, where he had the least amount of nerve endings.

The problem Darrin had was more psychological. For instance, looking down and not just seeing two "perfect ten" faces, but knowing that one of them was his older sister, and seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks to boot. He almost couldn't bear to glance at Sandy again, because it was more than his mind could take.

He leaned forward and whispered to Lisa, 'Help me!"

"What?" She leaned forward too, and actually planted her massive bare rack on the table as she did so.

"Everything is far too arousing! I totally want to see Mom crawl on all fours! Hell, I would give my left arm for that! But I worry that'll be so mind-blowing that my brain is literally going to explode! And then she's gonna join in with the licking, and that'll mean THREE TONGUES ON MY DICK AT ONCE!"

He whispered "three tongues on my dick at once" loud enough for all the others to hear, including Sandy. That led to each of them thinking thoughts of what was about to happen that upped their arousal levels yet more.

He went on, "How am I gonna handle it?! I could cum at any moment!"

Lisa smirk-smiled. "Welcome to your life!" She held out a hand across the table.

He didn't know what that was about, but he took his hand off Vicky's head to shake Lisa's hand.

But that wasn't Lisa's attention. She took his hand and brought it to her chest. She actually trapped it between her tremendous G-cups and squeezed her tits into his hand from either side.

In doing that, she had to take her hands off Jane's ass under the table. Jane actually was disappointed.

He looked at his hand, incredulous. He hissed quietly at Lisa, "What did you do that for?! That's even MORE arousing!"

"I know! This is the time for you to man up and be the 'big man' your mom keeps saying that you are. I told her there's an art to getting your cock sucked, as well as doing the sucking. This is your challenge right now: to 'endure' all this pleasure without cumming, because if you cum, that'll end the fun for everyone. Ride the wild tiger! Ride it as long as you can! Dare to be aroused out of your mind! Your brain won't literally explode, I assure you." She chuckled. "Besides, if you start to cum, there's that squeezing trick. If Jane forgets to use it, Vicky will. Right Vicky?"

"Right!" Vicky replied from under the table.

Darrin was startled to hear that, since Lisa had been whispering rather quietly the whole time. But he realized Vicky and Jane were just as close to Lisa as he was. He also was startled that Vicky could talk at all since she'd been silent for a while. But he remembered she was only licking, not sucking.

Lisa added to him, "You're going to have three sluts serving your cock from now on, I'm sure of it. You're a three slut kind of guy, given you've cum eight times today already! You may even want to have other lovers on top of that. This is your new life. Get used to it! Embrace it! Or be a coward and go home!"

He thought about Lisa's words as he watched her essentially titfuck his trapped hand. They gave him new resolve. She's right! Time to man up. Ride the tiger! If worse comes to worse, Vicky will use that trick, maybe even a few times. I can do this!

He looked back to Sandy. "Okay, Mom! Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I'm kind of overwhelmed, as you can see. But, please... go for it!" Then he gave her the required nod.

Sandy nodded back. She thought about saying something in reply, but she liked being "forced" to stay silent.

She dropped to her hands and knees. Her entire body was on fire. Her heart was thumping so loudly she could hear it in her ears. Her face was burning red with humiliation.

Her great tits were so large that they practically touched the floor already. She lowered her swaying tits a little more, causing her erect nipples to actually brush against the floor. She didn't plan on cumming, but that triggered a big one inside her. It took all her willpower not to scream out. She kept her eyes open for the next minute, watching Jane's nude body and especially her daughter's bobbing mane of hair from the backside as she did so. (She couldn't see much of Vicky because Jane was blocking her view.)

However, she wanted her son to see her entire body, especially her face, and her head was so close to the table that he could only see her lower half. She bravely began crawling past the table into the main aisle even as her orgasm was still tailing off. Her cunt was so wet that she was dripping as she went.

She wasn't truly happy until she was positioned in the aisle so her son could see her from head to toe, with her head angled towards him so she could see his face (and vice versa). That also gave her a good view under the table at both Jane and Vicky, as well as Lisa's legs.

That position made her very happy indeed. In fact, she was positively rapturous, even though her body was trembling with fear and abject shame. Her emotions were like a super-sized version of how Jane had been feeling while crawling. As Darrin's mother, Sandy felt even more ashamed to be doing this. But she was more committed to her new cocksucking slut lifestyle, and farther along into a submissive mindset in general (thanks largely to Olivia). So doing this aroused her even more as well.

She stretched and peened like a stretching cat, arching her back outrageously. Then she swayed her entire body about a foot forward and back, setting her dangling globes swaying.

Darrin frantically clenched at his PC muscle. Hold on, man! You can do it! Don't cum!

Lisa had a great view of Sandy too. She released Darrin's "titfucked" hand so she could turn in her seat and ogle at the hourglass-shaped mother that much more. She thought, Beautiful!! Just beautiful! I can't believe she's come this far in just one day! At the start of the flight, she was obsessed with blowjob fantasies about her son, but she never imagined acting on them in a million years. And now, THIS! Damn! She's going to be such an inspirational sex slave. If anyone was born to serve, it's her!

Lisa remembered the camera, which once again was resting on the table. She picked it up and took a few pictures of Sandy, including getting some of her sexy stretches while on all fours.

Sandy heard the sound of clicking and glanced Lisa's way. Seeing the camera, she struck even more exaggerated and outrageously sexy poses. At the same time, she stared into her son's eyes from across the short distance, with the most scorching "come hither" look one could imagine.

Lisa got some very good photos of Sandy like that. She could hardly wait to show Sandy the print-outs of all of them later. Since she had her hands freed again, she used the hand not holding the camera to drop back down under the table and resume fondling Jane's ass that was still trapped between her thighs.

Jane liked that a lot. She moaned erotically and wiggled her ass up and down approvingly.

Lisa smiled at Jane's response. She contemplated playing with Jane's pussy, as it was within very easy reach, but decided she didn't want to do too much too soon. That was something she could escalate to later.

As Sandy stared and posed, she thought, Son, I'm coming for you! For your COCK! Janey's had a few minutes here. She said I could take a turn anyway. I'm taking over! I'm gonna suck your cock so good and so long that you won't know up from down! And Janey and Vicky are gonna help me! Three tongues at once! A new first!

Oh GOD! What a great, great day! I've totally given in to being my son's big-titted mommy-slut! One of his exclusive cocksuckers! One of his busty sex pets! If I could think clearly, I'd probably come up with a thousand reasons why that's wrong. But fuck it! I know deep down that this is the REAL ME! Son, I love you! Let me show you with my mouth!

Her little pep talk to herself got her even more excited to suck than to pose. So she resumed her crawling, going all the way around in a circle in the wide aisle.

Darrin had been rhythmically squeezing his PC muscle with all his might, fighting desperately to avoid cumming. But despite his very best efforts, the combined mental and physical stimulation suddenly got too much and he started to cum.

Luckily, Vicky had been anticipating that happening at any moment, so she'd had a hand on his balls and her other hand around the base of his shaft, ready to squeeze. Despite him not yelling out any warning, she felt his balls tighten up, and then she aggressively implemented the squeezing trick. At the same time, she urgently whispered to Jane, "He's gonna blow!"

Jane quickly pulled her lips off. She didn't think about Vicky using the trick, much less about herself using it, and she braced herself for a spermy facial.

He cried out and clutched at his own head with both hands. He wailed loudly all through his almost- orgasm, but only two ropes of his cum shot out onto Jane's face.

Jane was disappointed, but the fact that she at least got some cum on her face mollified her a good deal. In her "old days' with her boyfriends, she would have been outraged if any of them came on her face. But in her new "sister-slut" world, it was expected, and even eagerly anticipated. Everything had changed.

Lisa was observing everything very carefully. Based on watching Darrin, she correctly guessed that Vicky had used the squeezing trick on him and foiled his impending orgasm. She further surmised that this would disappoint Jane. So she boldly brought her fingers to Jane's pussy mound, diddling her clit and pussy lips at once.

That took Jane by complete surprise. She had been teetering close to orgasm for a while, and that pushed her over the edge. She mostly managed to stay silent, but waves of pleasure washed through her body, over and over. It was a good compensation for not getting her brother's full cum load, which was Lisa's intention.

Sandy froze with her crawling and watched in dismay as her son kept on clutching his head even after the worse of his near orgasm crisis passed. She was aghast and crushed. It seemed she'd lost out of her much-desired cocksucking opportunity right before it started.

Luckily for her, Lisa understood her thinking from one slut to another. So Lisa spoke up to say, "Don't worry, Sandy. I can't see under the table from here, but I'll bet a million dollars that Vicky used the squeezing trick on your son."

Vicky said, "Yep! I sure did! He's gonna need a couple a minutes ta recover, 'cos that was a real powerful close call. But Red, after that you'll be good ta go. Get ready for some serious jaw-bustin' suckin' action!"

Sandy went from a big frown to an even bigger smile. She cut off her crawling performance, which she was just about done with anyway. She saw that Darrin had slumped down in his chair and was panting hard, trying to recover from his close call. She only crawled behind where Jane was kneeling, and tapped her on her butt.

Jane turned around under the table until she was facing Sandy. Both of them were on their hands and knees. (Vicky was on just one knee, resting a lot of her weight against Darrin's legs. That allowed her to use both of her hands.)

Lisa still had Jane's ass trapped between her thighs and her fingers playing with Jane's pussy, but Lisa put up no resistance in letting Jane reposition. That put an end to her ass and pussy play.

Jane whispered to Sandy, "Hey! Look! Brother didn't cum, but he still shot some of his pearly cream onto my face!"

Vicky heard that. She whispered, "Yeah, that's not totally unusual with those kindsa almost-cums. In fact, once ya get ta be a real veteran cocksucker, you'll learn how ta keep him so close ta cummin' without goin' over that he'll shoot off the odd rope a cum every now n' then. It's like extra spermy rewards to keep your suckin' enthusiasm up."

Sandy quietly exclaimed, "That's so great! Everything about the cocksucking lifestyle is great! But, speaking of which, Jane, do you mind scooting to the side?"

"Oh, right." Jane repositioned again while staying on all fours. She turned back around to face her brother's crotch, but she pinned herself up against his left leg (with Vicky on the other side of that leg), giving room for her mother to take up an equal amount of room on his right side.

Sandy squeezed right in. That left her shoulder to shoulder with Jane, and their heads lightly touching right over his crotch. She whispered, "This is so exciting! Especially being under a table like this! I got so carried away with the crawling that I almost forgot about the school lunch role-play. But this really happens at those lunches!"

She was staring right at her son's boner as she talked. She took it in one hand while supporting her weight with her other hand on the floor. However, she only held it because she could see it was still twitching from the close call. Vicky and Jane were refraining from touching his privates at all for a while.

Lisa had pulled her chair back slightly from the table, waiting for Sandy and Jane to finish repositioning. Once they did, she scooted her chair back in, while keeping her legs spread wide. The result was that she "trapped" both Sandy's ass and Jane's ass between her thighs. She gently but firmly squeezed her legs together, causing the two asses to pull together until there was no space between them.

She peeked down below the table edge at the two asses. Oh boy! These are the days! Talk about an embarrassment of riches for me! Hee-hee! But she didn't take any further action with those asses yet, giving them time to get adjusted in their new positions.

Vicky responded to Sandy's observation about under-the-table excitement with her own whispering. (It seemed appropriate to only whisper while under the table, as if they weren't to disturb Darrin with their talking. It made being there even more exciting somehow.) "Red, you have no idea when it comes ta the whole under-the-table thing. A good Napali slut spends a lot a her time under tables, slurping on her mast-, her man's big fat cock." (So far, both Vicky and Lisa had been very careful never to slip up and say the word "master" but Vicky came close to slipping up there.)

She quickly continued, so the others wouldn't notice that slip, "First off, there's the whole school lunch thing. Red, Jane, if he picks y'all as two of his sluts, and I'm sure he will, I have no doubt you're gonna want to attend those lunch sucks like clockwork. They really are great!"

Sandy said decisively, "I'll be there!" She nudged Jane's shoulder with her own. "Janey? What about you?"

Lisa was listening very carefully, and she could just barely hear what Jane and Sandy were saying to each other. She quickly dropped a hand down to Jane's ass. She ran her fingers up and down Jane's ass crack, hoping to help further arouse her and thus influence her in making a "good answer."

Jane sighed. "Oh, Mom! I can't believe I'm actually going to be a 'sister-slut' for my little brother! But it's happening, like some kind of unstoppable avalanche, and I can't resist! So... in for a penny, in for a pound, right?"

Sandy moved her head to make eye contact with her daughter. "So you'll do it?! You'll lick and suck his cock with me at every lunch? Despite the public nudity and shame? The open incest? Being treated like a sex pet? Walking away with your face and mine a spermy mess? And all the rest?!"

Jane smiled at her mother. "Well, I can't leave you as the only one to go through that whole ordeal!" She leaned in and whispered confidentially right into Sandy's ear. "Besides, truth be told... I kind of get off on all that stuff!"

"Me too!" Sandy excitedly replied. Without thinking, she tilted her head and found herself French kissing her daughter!

Their tongues started to duel, since Jane certainly was willing. But then Sandy realized who she was kissing and abruptly broke it off. She looked abashed. Also, it was physically awkward for them to kiss like that when they were both facing forward with their shoulders touching.

Lisa was still focusing all of her attention to eavesdropping on the whispering between Sandy and Jane. She could hear bits and pieces, even though Darrin's head was much closer and he didn't understand anything at all. In part, that was because he was so distracted by everyone else that he wasn't even trying to listen in. But also, Lisa had years and years of experience with furtive whispering as part of her sex slave life, including lots of under-the-table whispering, so she had a lot of experience with this very sort of thing.

She didn't catch most of the words, but she got the general gist that Sandy was unabashedly acknowledging her desire to be Darrin's mommy-slut, and Jane was similarly admitting to her wish to be his sister-slut, though she was indicating more reticence about it. Then Lisa heard the sounds of muffled moaning and correctly guessed that mother and daughter were sharing a lip-locked kiss.

Lisa thought all of that was great, naturally. She rewarded Jane by bringing her hand from Jane's ass crack down to her pussy. She lightly diddled with Jane's clit, even after the sounds of the kissing stopped.

So far, Lisa hadn't touched Sandy's ass or pussy mound at all. But she brought her other hand to Sandy's ass at the same time and began lightly caressing her ass cheeks. She wanted to take things step by step before she got to playing with Sandy's clit and/or pussy too.

Sandy was startled to feel that hand touching her in an intimate place. But given everything else that she'd done over the course of the day, including just making out with her own daughter, as well as extensively kissing and fondling Lisa earlier, it wasn't like this was something new that she would object to. However, feeling Lisa touch her there made her feel even more wanton and slutty, and she relished that. She loved that her libido was running out of control.

With Lisa's roaming hand giving her yet another extra lusty boost, Sandy turned her attention back to her son's cock. She didn't know how long she should wait after the squeezing trick was used. She started to tentatively stroke his thick shaft, hoping he'd made some noise if he didn't approve.

Vicky leaned in even closer to both Sandy's head and Jane's head, and whispered extra quietly, "Don't worry 'bout the mother-daughter kissin'. You're already neck deep in incest, and that's okay. A little kissin' between sluts is nothin'. You'll be doin' lotsa that, for sure."

She quickly kept going so they wouldn't have time to respond. "But gettin' back ta the whole under the table thing, the school lunch suckin's are gonna be a guaranteed highlight of your days. Ya can write that in with indelible ink already, for sure. But that's not all! A big advantage to incest lovin' is that ya live with your guy! That gives ya so many built-in advantages. For instance, imagine your 'big man' eatin' breakfast at the dinin' room table, happy as a clam. Then imagine how much happier he'll be with one a ya under that table, bobbin' on him all through the meal!"

"NO!" Sandy gasped.

"Yes!" Vicky quietly chuckled.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of Ecchi Spud, YamiBoy, and Sam.I.am.


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Abbreviation for Back Job, synonymous with back massage.
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a bagged food that has happy meat
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Interlude: Night Rhythms

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2:30 PM

She walked down the path that lead around the lake in the centre of town. Her head hung low, her eyes falling away from fellow walkers that followed the same path she did. She was coming back from the her doctor's and cutting through the park -- the echogram had showed she was going to have a son. She had heard the heartbeat; seen the fuzzy outline draw itself on the machine's black and white screen; heard the doctor ask her if she wanted to know the sex of the foetus; seen her reflection in the aluminum frame of the overhead light as she answered yes.

She would have a son.

She held on to that future son as she stopped and stared out at the lake. The opposite shore was bordered with premium condos and apartment buildings and a golf course. A cool breeze blew from that side of the lake and carried the smell of bar-b-qs and the laughter of children and content parents. It was the vacation season in this part of the country. Her long, red hair floated in the wind -- dressed as she was in a white camisole and black capri pants she stood out like a melancholic candle caught in a dreamy draft.

On a bench just behind her he sat and deposited the guitar case he had been carrying to that very same spot for the last four months. He opened the latches and pulled out a worn instrument that had known many a dark night playing in smoky bars -- like its player. The smoke and vapours from the alcohol had subtly deepened the already rich sound the guitar generated. He tightened the strings and looked up at the passer bys. A few recognised him from past performances and had already dropped some coins in the open case. Then he saw her slender frame as she stood and looked beyond the water. He had noticed her the first day he played on his bench since she always strolled by 3 times a week with the same purposeful stride. He had seen her hair go from light blond to this dark shade of red. He had noticed her small breasts grow fuller and rounder with each passing week. And he had witnessed her belly grow bigger as the new life in it gained substance and presence. But he had never seen her so still or so sad -- her head leaned forward and she held her shoulders. The only movement he could notice was her hair in the wind and how it looked like some poor, beautiful beast longing to escape an untold fate.

Inspired by her pose, he plucked a few times at the strings till he struck the right cord and started to play a slow and mournful version of "Hotel California." Under his expert fingertips, the notes floated from the guitar and stroked the base of her neck and she slowly turned around to see who had tickled her.

His eyes were closed as he inhabited the music he was creating. She kept her hands around her shoulders as her hair now fluttered around her face -- she had glimpsed him a few times on her way to and from her doctor's, but she had never really noticed him, though his playing had always been a soundtrack to her walking. She took him in for the first time. He was obviously tall -- his shoulders were broad and his waist slender. Beneath his shirt his chest seemed powerful but not overwhelmed with muscles. His jaw was square and his cheek bones high, but his long brown hair, slender nose and full lips softened his otherwise intimidating features. And there were his arms: the tendons that controlled his fingers seemed to vibrate in sync with the song of the guitar.

He felt her eyes on him and opened his to match her gaze. He was struck by her intensity as she stood immobile and absorbed his music through her every pore. Her green eyes glowed from beneath partially closed eyelids. Her lush red lips quivered as she seemed to fight the delight she felt as she tried not to desperately surrender to his music. She raised her eyebrows and her high forehead seemed to frown in displeasure.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked suddenly and took a step towards him.

"The song was over," he said as he eyed an elderly couple who plopped a few dollars in his guitar case. He smiled back in thanks.

"Oh," she said and instinctively went to her purse and pulled out a 5 $ bill. "You play very well."

"Thank you," he said as she handed him the bill. Their fingers lingered a bit longer than necessary as he took the money. "Why're you so sad?" The words had escaped his mouth before the filter could kick in.

"That's ... not ... How'd you know?"

"It's classified. If I told you I'd have to marry you." He winked.

She paused after he said that.

She remembered the other man's face after she told him she was pregnant. His eyes had gone dull and he had turned to the window and sighed. He had merely picked up his coat and walked out the door of her apartment. She had watched him from her window as he went to his car, got in and drove away, never once looking back. She had tried his cell for a few days but he did not answer and then his number was no longer in service. At that point, she had decided not to pursue him -- she would not tun into one of those desperate women clinging to a man as a buoy. She would raise the child alone, secure in the thought that it would grow up a better person than either of its parents were. But it was so hard to face the prospect alone.

"Would you ..." she whispered as she lowered her eyes and noticed an ant walking over his sandled feet.

"Excuse me?" he asked, concerned at her sudden distance.

"Would you ... play for me tonight?" she asked as she adjusted her meaning and the hair from her eyes. The wind had died down and the air was still.

"I don't usually do private gigs."

"Maybe you'll learn why I'm sad. And I will pay you. What's your price?"

He stood and held out his hand. He was tall -- she was 5'9 and he stood nearly a head taller. "We have a deal. But the money's not the deal maker."

She took his hand and marveled at his long finger and how soft his skin was despite the callous from the playing. It occurred to her that other parts of him must be... long. She then reached into her purse and grabbed a pen and a business card. She jotted down her address.

"My name's Nola," she said as he read the address and pocketed the card. "Around 8 PM?"

"All right." He watched as she walked away with renewed purpose in her stride. She paused and looked over her shoulder.

"Ethan," he said. She nodded and walked away.

5:15 PM

Nola could not believe she had been brazen enough to invite a stranger into her home to play guitar for her. Oil sizzled and the smell of garlic filled her apartment as she tossed thinly sliced strips of chicken in to the heated wok. The fowl cooked quickly in the aromatic canola oil -- she manipulated the strips with dexterity as she scooped them up and ensured they were evenly fried.

But there had been something about him. He seemed soothing. His music made her feel good and the way he looked at her -- she had not felt him staring at any part of her in particular, but he had taken in as a whole. She had felt the stir between her legs when they touched hands. That fire had not even flared once since the father had left. In her mind's eye she had seen herself forever a mother to be cared for and cajoled, the other facets of her femininity overshadowed. But the Woman was still there -- that part of her that desired to be touched and kissed and made love to. The pregnancy had anesthetized it for a while, she realised, till she came across someone who had the key to unleash it.

She dumped the meat into a plate and put the wok back on the burner and tossed in a combination of red peppers, oignons, water chestnuts and mushrooms.

What did she want to have happen tonight? Was he going to even come? He seemed genuinely interested. What was he going to play? She felt a shift in her womb as her son changed position. She disliked being racked with so many questions, but it was like this ever since she first learned of the pregnancy. It was difficult to live for the day when her actions could impact someone she did not even know.

Nola tossed the cooking vegetables in the air a few times and when they fell back in the oil she sprinkled chili powder over them.

She decided she would let the evening play itself out. She had no real control over the emotions she was feeling as she bounced from one extreme to another -- she had no control over what Ethan would expect if he showed up tonight. Her only wish was that she would not regret surrendering to the present -- though she did not really regret the last time she did.

She touched her belly and she dumped the cooked vegetables in the plate with the chicken. Her appetite was hearty as she wolfed the meal down. If the kid expressed this kind of appetite after birth, she was going to have to buy a cookbook for the healthy hedonistic gourmet.

"Ethan," she whispered. She still had nearly 3 hours to second guess herself, even though she realised she did not even get his number.

8:07 PM

Nola had been watching the clock as it passed 8 PM when the doorbell rang. She stood, looked over her simple black slip dress, admired the cleavage the squared off collar displayed as well as the length of leg the short hem let show and answered the door.

"Hi," she said as she showed him in. She took a deep whiff of his clean smell as he walked past her. "You're almost punctual."

Ethan observed her from over his shoulder as he set the guitar case on the ground, admiring the class and simplicity of her dress. It had a smoky quality that flowed when she moved -- she was mysterious and sexy and she glowed -- she was beautiful. "You can't expect a pretentious artist to be on time."

"Oh. You're an artist."

He winked and laughed at her insinuation. Nola was distracted by the depth of his blue eyes -- she also enjoyed how his black silk shirt and loose black linen slacks hugged his tall, sinewy body.

Ethan looked around her apartment -- the front door opened onto a large room that was made up of both the living room and the dining room. In the left corner of the apartment was a fireplace surrounded by a system of shelves full of books and magazines. The shelves ended where the passage to the kitchen and bathroom opened. The living room started on the opposite side of the virtual corridor left clear for access to the kitchen. The living room was dominated by a large wall unit layered with cassettes and dvds. There were only a few pictures of what he took to be friends and family.

"You have a lovely apartment, Nola," he said as he sat on a couch. "And you look very lovely as well."

"Thank you," she answered as she took a seat in the chair facing the couch. She took a sip from the glass of water on the table next to her.

Ethan got up and walked over to her collection of cds. He saw Jazz, blues, some light rock, folk ... all the kinds of music to soothe the soul and spirit on a lost and lonely night. He glanced at her and noticed how intently she was watching him, following each nuance of his movements. He felt his eyes connect with hers and they roamed over each other's bodies. From her eyes he travelled to the deep crevice of he swollen bosom, across the expanse of her life giving belly to the soft skin of her long, slender legs.

Nola knew he was admiring her body as much as she admired his broad shoulders. Now that she saw him from the back, she imagined how his muscles must flex as he moved and played. She also saw his ass, enticingly draped by the linen pants. The image of him pressed against her as he plunged deeper into her folds flashed for a moment and she let out a small gasp and shook.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he replaced the Miles Davis album in its storage space.

"I was just thinking about something ... nice."

He went back to the couch and crossed his legs. "I love your collection of music. It's funny ... with your collection, I don't know if my delusions of grandeur will live up to your expectations."

It was Nola's turn to walk to the wall unit. She touched the same cd he had toyed with and looked at him squarely: "Ever since I found out I was pregnant, and I watched the door close behind the father, I've given up on expectations. I've been wondering why I asked you here tonight, myself -- I have no real answer. Just play for me?"

Ethan quietly nodded and picked up his guitar and the song book stowed underneath it. He checked the strings, chose a black and white pick then ruffled through the book's worn pages. He plucked the first notes from the willing strings and went in to a rendition of "Riders on the Storm."

Nola closed her eyes and let the music inhabit her. Her instinct connected with the music and she let her body sway and express the mutual attraction as the two souls she carried were entranced by the rhythm.

9:22 PM

Ethan's concert had lasted nearly an hour, with songs ranging from the Beatles to Springsteen to Santana -- he had witnessed her dance from one song to the next with an inextinguishable sensual energy he had rarely seen. Each performance punctuated Nola's evanescent sexuality and crystallised his desire for her.

But she was now sitting back in her chair and was sipping from her water. "If you want to take an intermission, you're welcomed to."

"Thank you," he answered and bowed. "Even greatness needs a potty break." Ethan set the guitar aside and walked passed her to go to the bathroom. As he reached her level, Nola took his hand and their fingers intertwined and he moved away gently until they reluctantly released their hands.

"Don't be too long," she whispered as she watched him go by. Her nipples had tingled when she noticed the growing bulge in his slacks. Part of her could not believe the possibility that she was the object of such blatant desire; the other part of her conjured images in explicit detail of what she would do with his rigid cock.

Ethan took care to properly clean and wipe his hard member -- it had barely softened to allow him to piss. He looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands -- Nola was over twenty feet away but she might as well be in the bathroom with him as her smell lingered and surrounded him. He smelled the part of his wrist where her fingers had skimmed before touching his. It was a light but spicy smell -- the hint of perfume was distinct but fading as her natural musk overpowered it. The scent released a torrent of lust through his veins and his cock twitched hungrily. He suddenly ran cold water, filled his hands and splashed it across his face.

Nola was still in her seat when he found the couch and his guitar. But her posture was much more provocative: her left leg was hanging across the armrest and the hem of her dress was pulled up to her mid thigh and tucked right at the edge of her panties. Ethan swallowed hard when he saw that the right spaghetti strap of her dress was off her shoulder.

"You look comfortable," Ethan managed to say before composing himself and giving her a slow smile.

"Hmmm ... yeah. I am very comfortable. Do you have any idea of how easy it is to trust you? How safe I feel around you?"

"There are times when you wonder if what you're doing is right," he said. "Then there are times when the question never even pops up. This is one them." Ethan walked towards her and kneeled. Nola smiled and closed her sparkling green eyes. She sighed when he kissed the nape of her neck; she moaned when his rough hands touched the flesh just above her breasts; she whispered his name when he cupped her face and pressed his full lips to hers. They kissed this way for a few minutes -- their lips took time the acquaint themselves with those little pockets of sensitivity that triggered shocks of lust to tingle their limbs.

Nola broke the kiss with a smile and pushed Ethan away despite his flirty protest. "There's one more song I want to hear."

"Anything," he said while going back to his guitar.

"Play the song you played earlier today. The one that made me see you and want you. The song that made you see me."

Ethan closed his eyes and pictured Nola the way he saw her that very same afternoon: trapped but thoughtful and strong and ready to break free. The song came naturally and the chords of "Hotel California" reached from the instrument to touch and caress her with their empathic vibrations. Nola was oblivious to her surrounding as she let her hands roam across her changing body. Ethan was fixated as this wanton creature exposed him to her intimacy. When he started the second verse Nola had slipped her hand into her panties and grinded against her fingers to the tempo Ethan had set. Her eyes fluttered as she spied him playing. She slipped her fingers into her wet pussy that would soon deliver life -- but for now it was a canal of pleasure. Each pluck of the strings pushed her to move against her moist cunt and swollen lips. She purposely stayed away from her clit for she wanted to prolong her pleasure till the end of the song.

When Ethan reached the second verse she was siting upright and her legs were clamped around her active hand. She was flushed and sweat beaded across her brow and her hair was loose and wild. His breathing was as heavy as hers as he fought to concentrate and play -- Nola had slipped her other hand into her dress and she caressed and squeezed her nipples. Her tongue ran across her lips when Ethan reached the bridge of the song and she found her clit and pinched her nipple harder.

"Ohhh play for me! Play for me!" Nola moaned as her fingers ran across her clit and into her pussy and upwards towards her g-spot. The walls of her cunt quivered in chorus to Ethan's playing as she feverishly drew circles with her fingers and traced the opening of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" Nola thundered as she released her juices across her hand and thighs. She came again and again as her fingers worked her clit and pussy into a gushing frenzy.

Ethan finished playing and set the guitar aside. Like an erotic automaton he had opened his pants to reveal his erect cock and was slowly stroking it as he watched Nola drowsily come down from her ecstatic high. His hand travelled with the lightest touch up and down his shaft as the musky scent of her come floated to him; he cupped his balls and sighed at the sight of the wet spot in her panties and the glistening liquid on her thighs.

Nola looked at him as he stroked his shaft -- it was even more appealing than she expected. Long and thick, a perfect cylinder lined with bulging veins and capped by a bulbous head emerging from his foreskin. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and absent from his heavy looking ball sack. "Wow," she whispered.

"Oh, this?" Ethan joked as he batted his cock from left to right and allowed it to return to a standing position. "It's a ... little thing I picked up in my many travels. You'd be surprised by what you can find in Mexico. I though you wouldn't mind if I made myself more comfortable."

"I don't," she answered between giggles. "Am I beautiful?" she asked suddenly as she fought the welling tears. "I mean, you're obviously turned on. And I know it's silly for me to wonder about that now that were both in such a horny mood but... I need to know."

Ethan stood and removed his shirt and his shoes, socks and pants and boxers. He was naked and erect and walked towards her the way he did when they first kissed. He kneeled and removed her shoes and reached up and brushed her tears away with his thumb. "You are beautiful," he whispered to Nola as he caressed her face. She did not protest when he lifted her dress over her head and went and pulled off her soaked panties. She was as naked as he was and he marveled as her beauty.

"Don't," she did protest when he took her wrists and gently moved her arms from her laden breasts to the armrests. She was flushed and patches of red blotted her skin. She closed her eyes when he took her breasts with such a soft touch.

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I was in my early 20's when this happened, and whereas I share many of the same character traits now as I did then, it cannot be emphasized enough just how trusting and innocent I was back then, much more so than today. In fact, it has only been in recent years that I've been able to revisit this experience and see it more clearly.

I had always thought of myself as straight, and I still do generally think of myself as straight. My sexual experiences were quite vanilla... I'd only had only one sexual partner, my girlfriend Samantha whom I was still with. We had recently moved from Philadelphia to a very rural part of West Virginia together. We wanted to experience a more outdoorsy lifestyle for a while. I was so wide-eyed... I just wanted to experience everything! I loved big-city life, I loved rural-America life, I loved it all! Life was just one big adventure!

As innocent as I was, though, it had not escaped my attention the affect I had on men... usually much older men. I was very thin, clean-shaved, and very young-looking. People often confused me for a teenager. Older men just seemed to like me. It happened a lot in Philadelphia. If I was reading in the park, or working at the bookstore, they would come up and take a real sudden interest in me, ask me to lunch... Sometimes I said yes. I didn't want to be rude, after all.

Once I went to a man's house and watched a movie with him while we drank Margaritas together. He found lots of excuses to accidently touch me throughout the evening, though it never went any farther than that. He called and emailed me all the time about coming over. I realize now that I was inadvertently leading these men on... I didn't intend to, I was just being friendly, after all! I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

So hopefully you can see what kind of person I was. Maybe you've known young men like me. Innocent, kindhearted, eager to please.

Those were all experiences from Philadelphia. Nothing like that had happened since Samantha and I had moved out to rural West Virginia. There didn't seem to be any gay people out there at all. It was all a bunch of straight, white dudes. So I figured the days of attracting older men was behind me.

So there I was, in dark December, in rural Maryland. Samantha was away visiting her family in Idaho for several weeks over the holidays, and I was living alone. I'd made a few friends that I would hang out with. One of those friends was an older man named Richard.

Richard was in his mid-fifties, I would say. He lived alone, but it had never occurred to me for a second that he was gay. All of the gay men I had known in Philadelphia were fastidiously neat in their wardrobe and grooming habits. I guess it's just a stereotype, but it certainly seemed accurate. Richard, on the other hand, was quite overweight, with thinning, greasy hair that was seldom combed. He dressed very slovenly. I got the feeling he didn't shower very often.

I felt sorry for Richard. He didn't have anyone to spend the holidays with, and since I didn't either, I suggested that we hang out together on Christmas Eve. I didn't want anyone to feel alone or be sad.

He really liked the idea. He told me about a cabin he had access to down by the river, owned by some hunters that he had done some legal work for. They let him use the cabin during the off-season. It sounded fine to me... I liked camping in cabins!

So on Christmas Eve, I showed up at his apartment and... uh oh. He was drunk on his feet. I can't believe I got in the truck with him. Of everything that happened that night, that was my biggest regret. I could have been killed. But I was very compliant, very accommodating. I didn't like to hurt anyone's feelings or make anyone feel badly about themselves. So even though he could barely walk in a straight line, I got in the pick-up with him and we drive the ten miles or so down a wooded dirt road.

The cabin was dirty and freezing. We started a fire in the woodstove but it didn't help much. I began to feel trapped... like I couldn't wait to get out of there, that the whole thing had been a mistake. I didn't want to say anything to make him feel bad, though, so I pretended everything was fine, and that I was perfectly happy to be there with him.

He brought out some beers and immediately started drinking. I joined in, as though it was all in good fun. His skin smelled like alcohol and sweat. I wondered when the last time he'd changed his clothes had been. He warmed up just enough to take off his sweatshirt, and I could see his big, hairy belly hanging grossly over the top of his pants.

There was no electricity, so no television or radio or really anything to do except sit in front of the stove and drink and talk. And did he talk... I hadn't known that much about him before, but he really opened up about himself. About his past. About his sexual predilections.

To put it bluntly, he liked young boys. He showed me pictures of some of the kids he'd been with in the past. He kept them in his wallet and took great pride and joy in describing for me some of the situations. They were all consensual he assured me, several times. A lot of them had been from his army days, stationed overseas.

It was an eye-opening experience, and even though I was disgusted, I had to admit I was also somewhat curious. "Do you still... look for boys?" I asked him.

"No, no. Not anymore." He told me he'd used to do environmental programs in schools but had stopped because it was too hard for him to be around the schoolboys, he couldn't help his mind from going to dangerous places.

That made me feel slightly better, that he was self-aware enough to intentionally not put himself in situations wherein he would be tempted... But nonetheless, at this present moment, he was getting quite excited, telling me these things about himself. I'm sure he didn't often have many opportunities to tell anyone about this side of him.

We talked for a long time, but finally bunkered down for the night. I got in my sleeping bag and he got in his. It was hard for me to sleep... All I could think about were the vile things he'd told me, and I thought about those kids and wondered how consensual they had actually been.

Then, in the middle of the night, he came close to me, so that his sleeping bag was right next to mine. He pressed up against my body as closely as he could and put an arm over me , began shuddering violently.

"What... what are you doing?" I asked him.

"It's just.. so cold..." he muttered. "I thought our bodyheat together could warm us up..."

"Oh, okay..."

He kept shuddering his body against mine and I bit my tongue. As I said, I was very innocent... But I did eventually realize what he was doing. He was dry humping me. This large, overweight greasy man was dry humping young, innocent me in his sleeping bag.

It seemed to go on forever, but I could tell when he had finished. He gave a couple of last thrusts, then sighed deeply and rolled back over.

For myself, I had grown hard as a rock.

I almost felt like I was going to cum myself.

It was scary... like I was not in control of my body... there was absolutely no part of me that was even remotely attracted to this man... But I couldn't deny it, something erotic going on.

Later in the night, he did it again. I could sense him working up to it, then sliding over next to me. He humped me again, even harder than before. I just pretended I was sound asleep and didn't move a muscle. Again I got hard. I thought again about those kids he had told me about, and wondered if he were imagining them at the time that he was humping me.

He did it a third time before the sun rose. I had been laying there, unmoving, anticipating it. Sure enough, he came over in his sleeping back, put that large, arm around my sleeping back, and thrust and thrust and thrust until he came. His sleeping bag must have been filled with sticky cum.

The next morning, neither of us talked about what had happened the night before. We left soon after, driving back, and I drove to my parent's house to spend Christmas morning.

For many years, I've tried to forget that night, but it's only recently that I've begun masturbating to it, and I feel like something has opened up within me. I've also begun thinking back to all those other times in Philadelphia, all the other men who had flirted with me and bought me things... Why did I get hard as a rock that night? Why do I masturbate to it now?

It's not that I'm suddenly realizing I'm gay... I've still only ever had sex with women. I think it's the way I was used. When I jerk myself off thinking about him, I'm thinking about how I was just a piece of meat for him, and the way he roughly used me, put that meaty arm around me and wouldn't let go until he was done and didn't care what I had to say about it.

I'm glad I was there for him that Christmas Eve in West Virginia. I'm glad he had someone to be with. I was happy to be used for his satisfaction. And maybe someday, somehow, he'll use me again.

I would enjoy hearing from anyone who has any insight into my experience.

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Glad you liked it. Other than the names, it is completely true.

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I had a friend in high school that when we would sleep at each others house, would do similar stuff. He would wait until I was nearly asleep and slowly hump up against me. Over time he would slowly slidemore...

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Emily smiled as her house came into view. It had been a difficult couple of weeks, but today had been the best day since the big night – and she hoped it would only get better. The number one thing she wanted to fix was her relationship with her father, so she had bought ingredients to make his favorite dish and some new movies for them to watch together. It had been too long since they’d had a movie night, and it had always been a fun way to bond. They were all one another had since her mother had died when Emily was just ten, and she refused to lose him because of the depravity of those who had tricked him.

As she reached the door, she waved to the neighbors as they climbed into their car. They were nice enough people, but them going out for the night was good – there would be no complaints if the surround sound was turned up as ridiculously loud as Emily and her father liked for movie nights.

Nick stood as he heard the sound of his daughters key scrabbling at the door, not even bothering to minimize the lewd video that had been playing on his PC. He had no idea what to do about everything he had found out that day, but he would have to just see what happened.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, he was greeted by his daughters beaming smile.

“Hey Daddy, sorry about being so grumpy on Saturday. I thought I’d make dinner tonight and we can do a movie night?”

“Uh, yeah” he replied, struck with doubt. His beloved daughters innocent smile, her button nose and the the freckles scattered across her cheeks made it difficult to say no. And yet… he had seen that same face on the video, twisted with lust as she had cum, moaning his name. It had to be an elaborate fake, didn’t it?

Sensing his hesitation, her smile seemed to fade. “Is everything okay Dad?”

“Sure Honey” he replied with a forced smile of his own “Just a long day at work. Sounds like fun.”

She ran and hugged him, the innocent, bubbly girl once more, then shot off to the kitchen. He watched her as she left, her long ginger hair bouncing as she rounded the corner, and followed. She wore a loose white shirt and pants, but still he had no trouble making out the shape of her narrow waist and wide hips, and the shape of her round, firm ass above her toned gymnasts thighs.

He shook his head. Surely his own daughter couldn’t be the girl in the video. Surely it had to be a fake. But… her voice. And what about those recent searches in her computer? He had been so sure it was her, but perhaps emotion had clouded his judgement.

Watching as she shuffled around in the fridge, he decided to find out.

The girl was happy for the first time in weeks. As she reached for the onion, her father stood silently watching her, an odd look on his face. He was probably just puzzled about her behavior after the last fortnight of hiding in her room. She was happy to have him standing there, as long as he was happy.

“So how did you like the party?”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze before a thought came to her.

“Oh, the one on Saturday?” she asked, remembering her drunken actions, how she had almost let herself be used by two of the boys there in an attempt to erase the memory of that hellish night two weeks before. She turned to her father and smiled. “Pretty lame”

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Emily turned to face her father, and the color drained from her face. “I – I didn’t-“

“So it was you” he said quietly, a hard edge to his voice.

The girl began to shake, and she fell to her knees, her face in her hands as she began to sob.

“You filthy little slut” he continued as he stood looming above her, his face a mask of barely contained rage “What kind of filthy whore tricks her own father into fucking her?”

“No daddy!” She cried, only now realizing what little he actually knew “I didn’t! They forced me!”

“Dont lie to me, Emily”

“I was tied down and drugged!” the girl bawled, looking up into her beloved father’s face.

He slapped her hard, sending her reeling, and she wailed in terror as the tears flowed down her cheeks. She was shocked; he had never raised a hand to her in her entire life. Now he grabbed a handful of her long red hair, and twisted painfully so she was forced to look up at him.

“I don’t know what to do with a whore like you”

Emily began to protest, but another slap followed. Then, to her horror, he began to fumble with the belt of his pants. Emily tried to squirm away, but his grip on her hair was like iron. She tried to tell him the truth, but each time she spoke his hand would stop fumbling with his pants and slap her again. She gave up, her cheeks burning, and simply sobbed.

Then her fathers pants dropped, and Emily shuddered as she saw his cock with her own eyes. Seeing it on the cameras two weeks past had been horrifying enough, but now it was leveled at her face. Well over eight inches long and covered with veins, it looked about as thick as her wrist, and it terrified her.

The hand tangled in her thick, red hair twisted, and the girl cried out in pain. The huge, mean looking organ rubbed against her face, and Nick groaned as her felt the soft skin of his daughters cheek against his cock.

“Suck it” he commanded, twisting her head back so she faced upwards and rubbing his thick shaft on her lips.

She attempted to squirm away, shaking her head back and forth and squeezing her eyes shut, but he was far too strong. His cock pressed against her lips, the invading head attempting to force them apart. Then he twisted her hair, and she cried out in pain. In the instant her mouth was open, her father thrust his thick cock inside. The sweet girl cried, tears streaming down her face as her mouth was filled with the taste of her fathers skin. He twisted her head back and looked down into her eyes, a look of pure lust plastered on his face as he pressed himself into his daughters wet little mouth.

“Suck it” he repeated, twisting her hair even harder.

Emily obediently wrapped her lips around her fathers thick shaft, squeezing her eyes shut as he began to slide in and out of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, which burned with shame as she remembered that horrible night. She could feel her loins tingling with desire, and struggled not to sob as she felt her body reacting, her pussy growing moist. Her jaw ached as her father pumped his organ into her mouth, her small mouth struggling to fit him, terrified at the thought of what would happen if she didn’t muğla escort bayan please him.

Nick groaned as his daughter struggled against him, his hand tangled in her silky red hair. He looked down into her big, round eyes, wet with tears, and felt a pang of remorse. But no, he thought to himself. Hadn’t she tricked him? The video of that night, her taped confession, and her computer history painted a clear picture – she had set him up to take her virginity, and had fantasized about this.

She wanted this.

He was distracted by the gagging sound she made as his large, thick cock pushed past her tonsils, his daughters hot little wet mouth feeling wonderful as he jerked her head back and forth. He felt the pressure building up in his balls, and began pumping himself into her faster and faster, harder and harder. Then it was time, and he pulled her fully onto him, filling his daughters throat as her hands flailed wildly, pushing weakly against his hips to shove him backwards. He let out another long, low groan as he erupted in his daughters throat, his cum filling her mouth as his vice-like grip in her hair went slack.

“Oh god, Emily” he murmered, slowly sliding hiself from her, his thick shaft slick with his daughters saliva as cum ran down her dainty chin, a strand of spit and sperm hanging between his knob and her lips for a moment.

Despite her tears, she licked her lips. Her fathers heart skipped a beat as he watched her little pink tongue circling her lips to suck it back into her mouth. Still breathing heavily, her body wracked with sobs, she collapsed onto the floor – then turned onto her stomach and lifted her ass for him.

Nick grinned, any feelings of guilt gone.

Emily almost puked as her fathers thick cock slid from her mouth, his hot cum spilling from her mouth and dripping down her chin. She subconsciously licked her lips in an attempt to clean the foul goo from her face. It mixed with her tears and saliva, the taste thick and salty.

She attempted to lift a hand to wipe herself clean, but her body was weakened from the ordeal; she buckled and fell to one side, turning to lay face down on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Her legs scrabbled weakly beneath her, and she managed to lift her butt off the ground.

Then she felt a hand hooked in the waistband of her jeans, and screamed as she was half lifted, half dragged from the room. She was turned around thrown onto her fathers bed. The girl looked up helplessly at her father as he fumbled to unbutton her tight jeans. The waistband scratched at her hips as the pants were wrenched down to her knees, and she kicked feebly as they were pulled completely free. Suddenly he was on top of her, kissing and biting the soft skin of her neck as his hand slipped under her shirt. Rough hands tore at the white fabric, and the buttons popped open one by one as the cool air washed over her pale, toned young body. Ignoring her protests, her father gripped the front of her white bra and tore it away, the hooks snapping as the girl struggled.

She turned her head to the side as he climbed onto the bed, crawling between her legs to position himself above his terrified daughter. Emily squeeled as a large hand grabbed her left breast and twisted, pinching her nipple between thick, calloused fingers. Her father smiled escort muğla at her.

“Lets make this as good as last time”

Emily sobbed as her father lowered himself onto her, kissing the tears from her soft, freckled cheek. Her mind went back to that horrible night, when her father had first deflowered her. But this was so much worse – this time he knew who she was. She could smell his sweat, and the stench of beer on his breath.

“Oh yes baby,” he growled in her ear as his free hand continued to grope and twist at her breast “I missed this tight little body!”

He began to kiss his way down her neck, breathing in her scent, savoring the silky softness of her pale skin. She turned her head in disgust as his mouth trailed down her chest, his hand gripping her and sucking her round, pink nipple into his mouth. She lifted her hands to push him off, but he grabbed the straying hands and held them down on the bed, pinning her beneath his weight.

“Please, daddy…” she whimpered “Don’t do this.”

He snarled in response, biting down hard, snarling like an animal in outrage. “Don’t EVER say no to me again, you little slut!”

The rough hands slipped down, and he slid two fingers into her tight pink slit as she sobbed quietly. Despite the situation, he laughed; a bitter, cruel laugh.

“You know, I almost felt bad then. But you’re soaking wet! You love this, don’t you baby!”

His hands grabbed her legs beneath the knees and lifted, forcing her to lift her ass and part her legs. She sniffled miserably as he lowered himself onto her, his cock pressing against her tight slit as he climbed pup her naked body. He began kissing her mouth as she turned away, his wet tongue snaking between her soft lips. He grabbed himself as his weight forced her legs further apart, guiding the head of his thick organ to her tight little pink slit. He rubbed himself against the velvety folds of her moist flesh and leaned forward, forcing her tight pussy lips apart. She screamed as his fat cock slid into her, pushing deeper and deeper, her fathers enormous shaft stretching her painfully as it filled her.

She tried to open her legs wider, anything to minimize the splitting pain as his oversized organ slid into her, the searing pain shooting up from her loins as the smooth, veiny shaft slid into her inch by inch. She stared up at the nightmarish sight of her own father looming over her and he pressed her knees to her shoulders. Then he hit her cervix, and sparks of pain shot up through her body as she groaned. He seemed to rest inside her for a moment, his balls resting on her ass as he bent down to kiss her lips. Then he pulled back, creating a gap between their bodies. Emily looked down at the grotesque sight as her beloved fathers oversized shaft slid from her, slick and shiny from her own juices and a hint of blood as the lips of her sore, red slit clenched tightly around him, her velvet folds caressing him even as he raped her. He pulled out further, until only the head of his cock remained inside her. Her aching pussy felt some small measure of relief for a moment. Then he bent down, putting his lips to her ear.

“You’re mine”, he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he pulled back.

He shoved himself into her. Emily screamed as her fathers full length slid into her abused pussy, plunging painfully into her depths as his balls rested at her entrance. He began to fuck her, ramming himself into her again and again. The unwanted sensations began to mount. Emily lifted her hips, closed her eyes, and surrendere


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