fredag 27 mars 2009
Love Is Eternal (lesbian, rough, snuff)
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The New Yorker (necro)
I had been to New York to visit an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. It was a truly dear reunion. But, now, the weekend had reached an end, and I had to go to work the next day. I sat in my car and started my police scanner to see if there was anything interesting happening. As soon as I rolled through Brooklyn I heard a call on the scanner. The dispatch was sending a car to a house in Queens, where a family squabble had gone bad.
I decided to turn the car around and see if it was anything interesting. Well there, I got excited. I was hoping to find something interesting, which I now had thanks to my scanner. I finally saw the house. The shades were pulled down and it seemed that every light had been turned off. The sun was starting to go down and nightfall was setting in, which made me glad. It would make this easier for me. There still were no police cars to be seen.
I parked my car outside and left the keys in, in case I needed to leave in a hurry. I went up to the front door and pressed the button to the door bell. Nothing happened. I rang again, still nothing. I tried to open the door, it was open. I entered, slowly walking into the hall. It took some time before my eyes had adjusted themselves to the dark. I removed my shoes and continued through the hall. It was completely silent, which turned me on even more.
The first room I passed through was the kitchen. It was empty, apart from a dining table made out of oak, a couple of chairs and all sorts of kitchen utilities. There was another door in the kitchen which was ajar. It sparked my interest. When I went over and opened the door it creaked, even though I opened it slowly. The creak could be heard throughout the whole house. It echoed between the walls. Inside I saw a girl lying peacefully on what seemed to be her bed. She was young, maybe 15-17 years old. When I came up to her I noticed that her neck was broken, and she couldn’t have been dead more than 20 minutes. I could hardly believe this tremendous luck! But, now I was in a hurry. The cops would be here any minute, and I had to be quick if I was to take her home with me. I over her, put one arm under her kneecaps and the other under her neck, making one of her arms lay itself behind my neck to make her stable. I carried her out to the house and carefully placed her in the trunk of my car. This was not a uncommon experience for me, and therefore I had turned the trunk into something that could be compared with a refrigerator – all to make the body as conserved as possible.
I was off, headed for home. Home in this case was Jamestown on Rhode Island. When I had finally had arrived I parked the Volvo in the garage, popped the trunk, grabbed the girl and carried her into the house where I lived alone. I was extremely curious, since I had to rush her out from Queens and therefore hadn’t any time to examine her more closely. I carefully placed her on my king-size bed. She was approximately 5’4” (165cm), had chestnut hair down to her back, blue eyes, thin – a true beauty. And best of all – she was mine, she was lying in my bed. I undressed her and tenderly kissed her whole body. It was now porcelain white with a faint tone of violet. She was so beautiful, so cool. I gently kissed her lips. It made my whole body shiver of enjoyment and excitement. Pure pleasure. My hands fumbled across her sexy body, my mouth touched every part of it. She smelled like a Goddess.
I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and grabbed my cigar case, pulled out my last Davidoff and lit it. I raised the girl’s body and leaned her against the wall, took a deep puff of the cigar and blew the smoke in her face. I was a beautiful thing to see, the smoke whirl around the shapes of her face and continue down her body, before it finally heads for the ceiling.
I put down the cigar and quickly got undressed, only to lay down beside her. My hands started to fondle her again, and I felt how impossible it was not to give into temptation. I wanted her, I needed her, now! I rolled over and slowly, carefully penetrated her, deep into her tight, cold inside while I kissed her and played with my tongue against hers. I took her hands in mine and continued to French kiss this beauty. After a while her pussy got a little warmer which made it even better. Then I stopped. I felt a new urge coming over me, something I never thought I would feel. I rose to my knees, still with my cock inside of her, and slapped her really hard across her face. Her open eyes moved a little from the hit and I couldn’t help myself, I kept slapping her face, her tits and her thighs. Her fine body twanged and it had me extremely hard. I forced my cock into her with brutality and fucked her as hard as I could. If she were alive, she’d be screaming her lounges out for mercy, a though that made me even more turned on. “Bitch, whore, slut”, I started calling her names I know she’d hate, or at least, thought she’d hate. I didn’t care; she was dead, which has the best thing in the world. Whatever I would say, whatever I would do, she had no choice but to lay there and take it like the filthy little whore she is.
-Take it, whore, take that cock deep in your pussy. And I’m gonna fill, I’m gonna give you all I have, and if you were alive you’d he so fucking pissed off right now. Haha, this is so wonderful. I’m gonna destroy you!
I decided to pull out and ram my cock into her ass instead. My large cock penetrated that her even tighter ass, and even though it didn’t reach far in, it was a wonderful feeling. I had never felt anything like it before; even though her rectum was cold it made my cock even harder! It didn’t take long for me to brake her anal sphincter. Body fluids pore out if her ass, which both lubricates my cock and makes this experience even better; something I thought was impossible.
I felt that I was close to cuming, to having an orgasm. I took a deep breath and used my last ounce of strength to pump that fucked up ass of hers, and finally I was ready to cum. This was the first time since I found her that I actually wished she still were alive. I wanted her to taste her own pussy, the body fluids from her ass, and of course, my sperm. I pulled out, and as I moved from her ass to her mouth I kept my orgasm going by jerking off. I grabbed her head with both of my hands, lifted it and shoved my cock as deep down her throat as I could, and I could really feel how her own juices mixed with my sperm and filled her beautiful mouth with it. It ran down her throat and into her belly. I laid down beside her and breathed heavily. I lit the cigar once more. Everything felt so wonderful. I was in love again.
The end
I decided to turn the car around and see if it was anything interesting. Well there, I got excited. I was hoping to find something interesting, which I now had thanks to my scanner. I finally saw the house. The shades were pulled down and it seemed that every light had been turned off. The sun was starting to go down and nightfall was setting in, which made me glad. It would make this easier for me. There still were no police cars to be seen.
I parked my car outside and left the keys in, in case I needed to leave in a hurry. I went up to the front door and pressed the button to the door bell. Nothing happened. I rang again, still nothing. I tried to open the door, it was open. I entered, slowly walking into the hall. It took some time before my eyes had adjusted themselves to the dark. I removed my shoes and continued through the hall. It was completely silent, which turned me on even more.
The first room I passed through was the kitchen. It was empty, apart from a dining table made out of oak, a couple of chairs and all sorts of kitchen utilities. There was another door in the kitchen which was ajar. It sparked my interest. When I went over and opened the door it creaked, even though I opened it slowly. The creak could be heard throughout the whole house. It echoed between the walls. Inside I saw a girl lying peacefully on what seemed to be her bed. She was young, maybe 15-17 years old. When I came up to her I noticed that her neck was broken, and she couldn’t have been dead more than 20 minutes. I could hardly believe this tremendous luck! But, now I was in a hurry. The cops would be here any minute, and I had to be quick if I was to take her home with me. I over her, put one arm under her kneecaps and the other under her neck, making one of her arms lay itself behind my neck to make her stable. I carried her out to the house and carefully placed her in the trunk of my car. This was not a uncommon experience for me, and therefore I had turned the trunk into something that could be compared with a refrigerator – all to make the body as conserved as possible.
I was off, headed for home. Home in this case was Jamestown on Rhode Island. When I had finally had arrived I parked the Volvo in the garage, popped the trunk, grabbed the girl and carried her into the house where I lived alone. I was extremely curious, since I had to rush her out from Queens and therefore hadn’t any time to examine her more closely. I carefully placed her on my king-size bed. She was approximately 5’4” (165cm), had chestnut hair down to her back, blue eyes, thin – a true beauty. And best of all – she was mine, she was lying in my bed. I undressed her and tenderly kissed her whole body. It was now porcelain white with a faint tone of violet. She was so beautiful, so cool. I gently kissed her lips. It made my whole body shiver of enjoyment and excitement. Pure pleasure. My hands fumbled across her sexy body, my mouth touched every part of it. She smelled like a Goddess.
I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and grabbed my cigar case, pulled out my last Davidoff and lit it. I raised the girl’s body and leaned her against the wall, took a deep puff of the cigar and blew the smoke in her face. I was a beautiful thing to see, the smoke whirl around the shapes of her face and continue down her body, before it finally heads for the ceiling.
I put down the cigar and quickly got undressed, only to lay down beside her. My hands started to fondle her again, and I felt how impossible it was not to give into temptation. I wanted her, I needed her, now! I rolled over and slowly, carefully penetrated her, deep into her tight, cold inside while I kissed her and played with my tongue against hers. I took her hands in mine and continued to French kiss this beauty. After a while her pussy got a little warmer which made it even better. Then I stopped. I felt a new urge coming over me, something I never thought I would feel. I rose to my knees, still with my cock inside of her, and slapped her really hard across her face. Her open eyes moved a little from the hit and I couldn’t help myself, I kept slapping her face, her tits and her thighs. Her fine body twanged and it had me extremely hard. I forced my cock into her with brutality and fucked her as hard as I could. If she were alive, she’d be screaming her lounges out for mercy, a though that made me even more turned on. “Bitch, whore, slut”, I started calling her names I know she’d hate, or at least, thought she’d hate. I didn’t care; she was dead, which has the best thing in the world. Whatever I would say, whatever I would do, she had no choice but to lay there and take it like the filthy little whore she is.
-Take it, whore, take that cock deep in your pussy. And I’m gonna fill, I’m gonna give you all I have, and if you were alive you’d he so fucking pissed off right now. Haha, this is so wonderful. I’m gonna destroy you!
I decided to pull out and ram my cock into her ass instead. My large cock penetrated that her even tighter ass, and even though it didn’t reach far in, it was a wonderful feeling. I had never felt anything like it before; even though her rectum was cold it made my cock even harder! It didn’t take long for me to brake her anal sphincter. Body fluids pore out if her ass, which both lubricates my cock and makes this experience even better; something I thought was impossible.
I felt that I was close to cuming, to having an orgasm. I took a deep breath and used my last ounce of strength to pump that fucked up ass of hers, and finally I was ready to cum. This was the first time since I found her that I actually wished she still were alive. I wanted her to taste her own pussy, the body fluids from her ass, and of course, my sperm. I pulled out, and as I moved from her ass to her mouth I kept my orgasm going by jerking off. I grabbed her head with both of my hands, lifted it and shoved my cock as deep down her throat as I could, and I could really feel how her own juices mixed with my sperm and filled her beautiful mouth with it. It ran down her throat and into her belly. I laid down beside her and breathed heavily. I lit the cigar once more. Everything felt so wonderful. I was in love again.
The end
onsdag 25 mars 2009
The Mother (incest)
This story is written from a first person perspective from a man’s view. It contains rough language and incest. You have been warned.
I was a 22 year old man, who moved away from home when I was only 16. I had been accepted into a football gymnasium, and after my three years there they hired me to be an instructor for new students. I had always visited my mother and father at least four times a year, but since they divorced and dad moved, two years ago, it has only occurred maybe once a year. It had now been almost 10 months since I last went home to visit my mom, and when I passed the town’s sign in my car I got more nostalgic than ever before. Much had changed. The old water tower had been restored, my old girlfriend could be seen walking down the main street with a baby carriage, and several old houses on the brink of self destruction had finally been torn down. I pulled in the driveway and parked the car, and as soon as I got out, my mom’s lovely two cats came over to say hello. After several minutes of cuddling and kissing, I grabbed my bags from the trunk of the car and entered the house.
It was just as I remembered it – the old sofa still hadn’t been replaced, the cats’ food bowls stood on the same place they always had, and the only thing that was different was the empty frames where the family photos used to be. I suppose mom took them down as soon as dad split. I took a walk down memory lane as I entered my old boy room downstairs. It had a view to the backyard where I had spent many-a happy days playing with my cousin. In a nice way, that is. My old dirty magazines were still a secret under my mattress; they were yet to be noticed by anyone else. Funny, some of the pages were still “pasted” shut. And look, my old condoms, right there, on the dresser. I wonder what they are doing there. As I rummaged through my closet for old surprises I used to hide there, I found my cousin’s panties. Ah, that wonderful girl. I was 14 and she was 13 when she arrived here for the summer. The day before she left we stayed up all night reading scary storied to each other, which led to her not wanting to sleep by herself. Naturally, my chivalry stepped in and I let her sleep with me in mine. She then told me about her crush on me, and well, one thing led to another and then it happened. My God, she was so beautiful. Her golden hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, and although she was only 13, she had a rack that would make any girl jealous. She was mine for a night, and it was the best night of my life. I loved her. I never heard from her again. I remember it well, my parents sat me down and told me that her parents had split up and her father moved across the country with her, before we could say goodbye. Well, anyway, I suppose it’s time to go find my mom. She mustn’t have heard me come, since she didn’t come to greet me.
I exited the room and headed upstairs. As I came up, I could hear a chair squeeking in mom’s bedroom. I started heading in, and as I entered the room I saw my mom sitting there reading a dirty magazine.
-Oh, hi baby! I didn’t hear you come in, she said and put the magazine behind her back. She was hoping I didn’t see what kind of magazine it was.
-Hi mom, yeah, I just arrived.
She was wearing a blue see-through nightie that reached just above her knees, walnut hair that reached just below her ears, was a little tubby and had a big bosom. It didn’t take long before she put 1 and 1 together.
-Oh dear, you really should have let me know you where here or mommy wouldn’t dress like this. I’m so sorry, baby!
-It’s all right, mom. Don’t worry about it.
-It’s just that…well, since your dad split I haven’t really been with anyone and barely feels sexy at all anymore, so, well…I bought this nightie to wear sometimes. It makes me feel a little sexy, at least.
-You look very attractive, mom.
I couldn’t believe I just said that.
-Why, thank you. Well come here then, give your mommy a big hug!
She walked over to me and we throw our arms around each other in a big, warm hug. I could feel her thigh touching my crotch. She didn’t intend to, but it happened. And I like the feel of it. I sit down on the bed and she backs up and takes a deep breath, but before she can speak she notice something.
-My son…have you…got a hard-on?
Oh my God. I just got a hard-on. From hugging my mother. How embarrassing! She walks, slowly, towards me and stops right in front of me, with her bosom almost close enough for the tip of my nose to touch it. I could see her nipples through the fabric if her blue nightie, they could be seen very well.
-My oh my, son, it really looks like you got a really, really stiff cock in those pants. Mmm…do you like seeing mommy like this? Do you enjoy looking up at mommy’s big tits? Those large, hard nipples…you like that, don’t you?!
I didn’t answer any of those questions, but the answer was “yes”, to all of them. I did enjoy it. My girlfriend didn’t really let me touch her since she got raped 8 months ago.
Dear God, she just started rubbing her hands all over her big breasts.
-I feel like such a slut, making my son all hard, and getting turned on by it. Mmm, come on, would you like to feel how soft they are? They’re very soft.
She takes my hands and puts them on her tits. She was right.
-That feels good. Rub my nipples, baby. Let me bury your face in mommy’s cleavage.
She places her elbows on each wide of her boobs, and while she pressed my head into the middle of them with her hands, she also presses her elbows together, pressing her tits against my face. It’s almost as I can’t breathe, but I’m actually okay with that. She leans her head back and lets out a deep sigh. By the timber of her voice, she is very turned on by now, and I have to admit, so am I. When I can’t breathe anymore, she sets me free and lets me catch my breath. I lower my head to cough and take in some new air, and while my head is looking down at her amazingly beautiful legs, she pulls up the nightie just enough for me to see her pussy. She isn’t wearing any panties.
-No, I’m not wearing panties either. You have a dirty old mommy, apparently.
Her pussy is still, after 43 years, very nice. It’s bold, and just above it is a patch of hair trimmed to what looks like a flame. She so wet that her pussy lips have parted, and her clitoris and hole is more or less wide open.
-I guess I should dress more modestly when you come over.
-No, mom…don’t ever change.
She smiles at me, you know, that kind of smile only a mother can give her son.
-I just assumed that you’ve, umm…seen all these things. I mean, your girlfriend does please you, don’t she?
-Well, I…
-I doesn’t matter, son…because tonight, you all mine.
I start rubbing her clitoris with my right hand by placing my thumb on it and the other fingers on her belly. Gently and slowly, I start to make circular moves with my thumb which rubs her clitoris. She moans sensually and licks her lips several times as we look each other in the eyes for almost 5 minutes. I rub very gently to give her maximum pleasure.
-You turn me on, son…I can’t remember the last time I was this horny.
Between the words, she moans and each moan from her lips makes my cock harder.
Suddenly she stops and pushes me so I fall down on the bed. I can feel her hands pressed to my pants, moving from my knees up to the crotch. She unbuttons my pants and pulls down both the pants and the boxer, revealing my cock.
-Oh, my…that is one huge dick!
-Almost 20 inches, I reply proudly.
I lay there, stares at the mirror in the ceiling which I hadn’t noticed until now. I can see my mother’s head hovering above my cock. I almost let out a gasp as she lays her soft, warm lips on top of it and surrounds the glans with them. A chill goes through my spine, and I can feel mom’s saliva running down my cock as she drools on it. I grab the sheets under me with my hands and squeeze it hard, it feels so good. Mom starts moving her head down and I feel the glans of my cock touch first her tongue and soon the palate in her mouth. She gives a great head! She moves slowly, slowly down all the way to the root.
-Amazing! God, you are so good! I’ve never been with a woman that could suck me all the way to the root.
-Aww, thanks, sweetie!
She keeps sucking my dick for several minutes before she removes her lips and crawls up and gives me the wettest kiss I have ever received. She then raises her upper body and presses her huge breasts against my face once more. At the same time she moves her whole body up and down, rubbing her wet pussy against my hard cock. She doesn’t remove her nightie, but as soon as her breasts pop out, I immediately start sucking on one of the nipples, harder and harder. I can feel her hard nipple in my mouth, my tongue circulating it, biting on with my teeth. She grunts and moans, but tells me to keep going.
She keeps rubbing her pussy against my cock, and physics soon enters the picture – my cock presses into her tight twat, unexpectedly. We both look in each other’s eyes, gasps and not long after, she starts moving her body again, fucking me.
-Oh…it just happened to slip inside of me, she says.
-I’m so wet! Oh baby, don’t hurt me with that thing, it’s so huge! I don’t think I ever have had such a large cock inside of me.
She sits up and finally removes the nightie, revealing her enormous tits. She moans higher and higher, and she keeps saying “fuck mommy”. Her tits bounce up and down as she rides my cock, and I can’t help but grab then and twist her nipples just a little. When I do, she bites her lower lip.
-You know I like it rough, baby! Fuck mommy!
She’s still very tight. My cock presses inside her pussy and up against her walls. She can take my whole cock. She may be tight, but she’s not very shallow, which is good for me. She reaches behind her with one hand and plays with my balls.
-Oh, you balls are huge!
She leans forward so I get her tit in my mouth, which makes her moan even louder. I hear myself saying “come on, mom, fuck my cock! Ride it hard, mom!” – something I never imagined myself saying. She pulls away from my balls with her hand, and instead, she starts fingering her ass at the same time.
-God, I feel so dirty! You make dirty, my boy! So dirty…do you like to fuck mommy? What if your girlfriend should find out? Huh? What would you do then? Would you like to have a threesome with her and me?
-Fuck her, I say, she’ll never be as good as you, mom.
-I love you, son! Oh, my ass is so warm. I love fingering myself there, she says and shoves the finger in her mouth. “Mmm”.
-Son, what are you doing to your mother?! We’re grown people, we shouldn’t, be doing this. We should know better. But then again, it feels sooo good, doesn’t it, honey?
-Incredibly so, mom!
-Oh…I like that nipple in your mouth. Apparently, you do, too!
She picks up the pace and rides he both harder and faster. We both moan higher and call each other “mom”, “mommy” and “son” over and over again. Then she stops.
-I want you to take me, doggy style, right in my ass! But don’t cum in there!
-You want it in your mouth, mommy?
-I want you to fill my pussy with it!
She rolls over and stands up on the bed on her hands and knees.
-Take me!
I rise and place me behind her, on my knees. I place the tip of my glans right in front of her tight asshole and gently pushes it into her. She flex her muscles and takes the whole thing into her tight, tight ass.
-Damn, mom, that ass feels so good around my cock!
She roars at me to take her as hard as a rapist. The words echo in my head as I start ramming my big cock into her ass, harder and harder until she screams out loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
I feel that I can’t hold it in anymore, and shouts out:
-Mom, I’m cuming, I can’t hold it any longer!
-Quickly! Pull out and fill my pussy!
I pull my cock out of her ass and quickly shove it in her pussy and keep screwing her hard and fast.
-Damn, mom I’M CUMIIIIIING!!!
She screams with me in an orgasm before I fill that juicy twat of hers with all of my cum, which is very, very much. I pull out and rolls over beside her with my back to the sheet. She rolls over, too, laying on her side and cuddling up beside me, holding her arm around me and leaning her head against my shoulder. We just lay there, breathing heavily for a couple of minutes before she opens her mouth.
-That was…amazing, my boy. Truly amazing!
She takes a long pause then continues:
-I really enjoyed myself. Maybe a little too much. You, uh…you probably shouldn’t tell your girlfriend about this. I’m not sure she’d, uh, this it was appropriate, and she might need to warm up to the idea of you, having sex with your mother.
She gets up and heads for the shower, her last words being:
-Well, I guess I’ll have to dress a little more…appropriate next time you come home.
The end
I was a 22 year old man, who moved away from home when I was only 16. I had been accepted into a football gymnasium, and after my three years there they hired me to be an instructor for new students. I had always visited my mother and father at least four times a year, but since they divorced and dad moved, two years ago, it has only occurred maybe once a year. It had now been almost 10 months since I last went home to visit my mom, and when I passed the town’s sign in my car I got more nostalgic than ever before. Much had changed. The old water tower had been restored, my old girlfriend could be seen walking down the main street with a baby carriage, and several old houses on the brink of self destruction had finally been torn down. I pulled in the driveway and parked the car, and as soon as I got out, my mom’s lovely two cats came over to say hello. After several minutes of cuddling and kissing, I grabbed my bags from the trunk of the car and entered the house.
It was just as I remembered it – the old sofa still hadn’t been replaced, the cats’ food bowls stood on the same place they always had, and the only thing that was different was the empty frames where the family photos used to be. I suppose mom took them down as soon as dad split. I took a walk down memory lane as I entered my old boy room downstairs. It had a view to the backyard where I had spent many-a happy days playing with my cousin. In a nice way, that is. My old dirty magazines were still a secret under my mattress; they were yet to be noticed by anyone else. Funny, some of the pages were still “pasted” shut. And look, my old condoms, right there, on the dresser. I wonder what they are doing there. As I rummaged through my closet for old surprises I used to hide there, I found my cousin’s panties. Ah, that wonderful girl. I was 14 and she was 13 when she arrived here for the summer. The day before she left we stayed up all night reading scary storied to each other, which led to her not wanting to sleep by herself. Naturally, my chivalry stepped in and I let her sleep with me in mine. She then told me about her crush on me, and well, one thing led to another and then it happened. My God, she was so beautiful. Her golden hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, and although she was only 13, she had a rack that would make any girl jealous. She was mine for a night, and it was the best night of my life. I loved her. I never heard from her again. I remember it well, my parents sat me down and told me that her parents had split up and her father moved across the country with her, before we could say goodbye. Well, anyway, I suppose it’s time to go find my mom. She mustn’t have heard me come, since she didn’t come to greet me.
I exited the room and headed upstairs. As I came up, I could hear a chair squeeking in mom’s bedroom. I started heading in, and as I entered the room I saw my mom sitting there reading a dirty magazine.
-Oh, hi baby! I didn’t hear you come in, she said and put the magazine behind her back. She was hoping I didn’t see what kind of magazine it was.
-Hi mom, yeah, I just arrived.
She was wearing a blue see-through nightie that reached just above her knees, walnut hair that reached just below her ears, was a little tubby and had a big bosom. It didn’t take long before she put 1 and 1 together.
-Oh dear, you really should have let me know you where here or mommy wouldn’t dress like this. I’m so sorry, baby!
-It’s all right, mom. Don’t worry about it.
-It’s just that…well, since your dad split I haven’t really been with anyone and barely feels sexy at all anymore, so, well…I bought this nightie to wear sometimes. It makes me feel a little sexy, at least.
-You look very attractive, mom.
I couldn’t believe I just said that.
-Why, thank you. Well come here then, give your mommy a big hug!
She walked over to me and we throw our arms around each other in a big, warm hug. I could feel her thigh touching my crotch. She didn’t intend to, but it happened. And I like the feel of it. I sit down on the bed and she backs up and takes a deep breath, but before she can speak she notice something.
-My son…have you…got a hard-on?
Oh my God. I just got a hard-on. From hugging my mother. How embarrassing! She walks, slowly, towards me and stops right in front of me, with her bosom almost close enough for the tip of my nose to touch it. I could see her nipples through the fabric if her blue nightie, they could be seen very well.
-My oh my, son, it really looks like you got a really, really stiff cock in those pants. Mmm…do you like seeing mommy like this? Do you enjoy looking up at mommy’s big tits? Those large, hard nipples…you like that, don’t you?!
I didn’t answer any of those questions, but the answer was “yes”, to all of them. I did enjoy it. My girlfriend didn’t really let me touch her since she got raped 8 months ago.
Dear God, she just started rubbing her hands all over her big breasts.
-I feel like such a slut, making my son all hard, and getting turned on by it. Mmm, come on, would you like to feel how soft they are? They’re very soft.
She takes my hands and puts them on her tits. She was right.
-That feels good. Rub my nipples, baby. Let me bury your face in mommy’s cleavage.
She places her elbows on each wide of her boobs, and while she pressed my head into the middle of them with her hands, she also presses her elbows together, pressing her tits against my face. It’s almost as I can’t breathe, but I’m actually okay with that. She leans her head back and lets out a deep sigh. By the timber of her voice, she is very turned on by now, and I have to admit, so am I. When I can’t breathe anymore, she sets me free and lets me catch my breath. I lower my head to cough and take in some new air, and while my head is looking down at her amazingly beautiful legs, she pulls up the nightie just enough for me to see her pussy. She isn’t wearing any panties.
-No, I’m not wearing panties either. You have a dirty old mommy, apparently.
Her pussy is still, after 43 years, very nice. It’s bold, and just above it is a patch of hair trimmed to what looks like a flame. She so wet that her pussy lips have parted, and her clitoris and hole is more or less wide open.
-I guess I should dress more modestly when you come over.
-No, mom…don’t ever change.
She smiles at me, you know, that kind of smile only a mother can give her son.
-I just assumed that you’ve, umm…seen all these things. I mean, your girlfriend does please you, don’t she?
-Well, I…
-I doesn’t matter, son…because tonight, you all mine.
I start rubbing her clitoris with my right hand by placing my thumb on it and the other fingers on her belly. Gently and slowly, I start to make circular moves with my thumb which rubs her clitoris. She moans sensually and licks her lips several times as we look each other in the eyes for almost 5 minutes. I rub very gently to give her maximum pleasure.
-You turn me on, son…I can’t remember the last time I was this horny.
Between the words, she moans and each moan from her lips makes my cock harder.
Suddenly she stops and pushes me so I fall down on the bed. I can feel her hands pressed to my pants, moving from my knees up to the crotch. She unbuttons my pants and pulls down both the pants and the boxer, revealing my cock.
-Oh, my…that is one huge dick!
-Almost 20 inches, I reply proudly.
I lay there, stares at the mirror in the ceiling which I hadn’t noticed until now. I can see my mother’s head hovering above my cock. I almost let out a gasp as she lays her soft, warm lips on top of it and surrounds the glans with them. A chill goes through my spine, and I can feel mom’s saliva running down my cock as she drools on it. I grab the sheets under me with my hands and squeeze it hard, it feels so good. Mom starts moving her head down and I feel the glans of my cock touch first her tongue and soon the palate in her mouth. She gives a great head! She moves slowly, slowly down all the way to the root.
-Amazing! God, you are so good! I’ve never been with a woman that could suck me all the way to the root.
-Aww, thanks, sweetie!
She keeps sucking my dick for several minutes before she removes her lips and crawls up and gives me the wettest kiss I have ever received. She then raises her upper body and presses her huge breasts against my face once more. At the same time she moves her whole body up and down, rubbing her wet pussy against my hard cock. She doesn’t remove her nightie, but as soon as her breasts pop out, I immediately start sucking on one of the nipples, harder and harder. I can feel her hard nipple in my mouth, my tongue circulating it, biting on with my teeth. She grunts and moans, but tells me to keep going.
She keeps rubbing her pussy against my cock, and physics soon enters the picture – my cock presses into her tight twat, unexpectedly. We both look in each other’s eyes, gasps and not long after, she starts moving her body again, fucking me.
-Oh…it just happened to slip inside of me, she says.
-I’m so wet! Oh baby, don’t hurt me with that thing, it’s so huge! I don’t think I ever have had such a large cock inside of me.
She sits up and finally removes the nightie, revealing her enormous tits. She moans higher and higher, and she keeps saying “fuck mommy”. Her tits bounce up and down as she rides my cock, and I can’t help but grab then and twist her nipples just a little. When I do, she bites her lower lip.
-You know I like it rough, baby! Fuck mommy!
She’s still very tight. My cock presses inside her pussy and up against her walls. She can take my whole cock. She may be tight, but she’s not very shallow, which is good for me. She reaches behind her with one hand and plays with my balls.
-Oh, you balls are huge!
She leans forward so I get her tit in my mouth, which makes her moan even louder. I hear myself saying “come on, mom, fuck my cock! Ride it hard, mom!” – something I never imagined myself saying. She pulls away from my balls with her hand, and instead, she starts fingering her ass at the same time.
-God, I feel so dirty! You make dirty, my boy! So dirty…do you like to fuck mommy? What if your girlfriend should find out? Huh? What would you do then? Would you like to have a threesome with her and me?
-Fuck her, I say, she’ll never be as good as you, mom.
-I love you, son! Oh, my ass is so warm. I love fingering myself there, she says and shoves the finger in her mouth. “Mmm”.
-Son, what are you doing to your mother?! We’re grown people, we shouldn’t, be doing this. We should know better. But then again, it feels sooo good, doesn’t it, honey?
-Incredibly so, mom!
-Oh…I like that nipple in your mouth. Apparently, you do, too!
She picks up the pace and rides he both harder and faster. We both moan higher and call each other “mom”, “mommy” and “son” over and over again. Then she stops.
-I want you to take me, doggy style, right in my ass! But don’t cum in there!
-You want it in your mouth, mommy?
-I want you to fill my pussy with it!
She rolls over and stands up on the bed on her hands and knees.
-Take me!
I rise and place me behind her, on my knees. I place the tip of my glans right in front of her tight asshole and gently pushes it into her. She flex her muscles and takes the whole thing into her tight, tight ass.
-Damn, mom, that ass feels so good around my cock!
She roars at me to take her as hard as a rapist. The words echo in my head as I start ramming my big cock into her ass, harder and harder until she screams out loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
I feel that I can’t hold it in anymore, and shouts out:
-Mom, I’m cuming, I can’t hold it any longer!
-Quickly! Pull out and fill my pussy!
I pull my cock out of her ass and quickly shove it in her pussy and keep screwing her hard and fast.
-Damn, mom I’M CUMIIIIIING!!!
She screams with me in an orgasm before I fill that juicy twat of hers with all of my cum, which is very, very much. I pull out and rolls over beside her with my back to the sheet. She rolls over, too, laying on her side and cuddling up beside me, holding her arm around me and leaning her head against my shoulder. We just lay there, breathing heavily for a couple of minutes before she opens her mouth.
-That was…amazing, my boy. Truly amazing!
She takes a long pause then continues:
-I really enjoyed myself. Maybe a little too much. You, uh…you probably shouldn’t tell your girlfriend about this. I’m not sure she’d, uh, this it was appropriate, and she might need to warm up to the idea of you, having sex with your mother.
She gets up and heads for the shower, her last words being:
-Well, I guess I’ll have to dress a little more…appropriate next time you come home.
The end
tisdag 24 mars 2009
The Pathologist - part 1 (necro)
This story contains rough language and necrophilia. You have been warned.
The snow fell heavy and fast and the Manhattan skyline was more white than black, although it was almost midnight. There had always been snow I December, but this was ridiculous. The old ´57 Mustang had a hard time keeping on the road, but since the driver was driving all alone on the streets of New York this evening, it didn’t really matter as long as he kept the speed down. In the trunk a dead girl laid wrapped in an old blanket. The car was heading for Leon’s Funeral Home (known as LFH). Leon was a friend of the driver, and always dealt in complete secrecy. The Mustang slowly entered the alley behind LFH. As the engine was shut down, Leon himself came out through the backdoor and went up to the driver and said:
-Martin, you sure took your sweet time! What kept you?
-What do you think?! The snow of course!
-Right, right. Well come on, let’s get her inside.
Martin popped the trunk, grabbed her arms and told Leon to grab her legs. Once inside, they put her on a table, and while Martin went out to lock the car, Leon removed the body from the blanket.
The dead girl was beautiful. She was 17 years old, had long blonde hair, thin, and dressed in dark blue jeans and a black top. The marks on her neck indicated that a heavy duty rope had been used to choke her to death.
The door closed. Martin entered. The only light sources in the room were the fire from the cremation oven and a dimmed glow from the light bulb in the ceiling.
-Martin…what happened?
-She’s my niece.
-What? Your niece?
-Yeah. She, uh…well, she came home to me. I came home from work around 6pm and as soon as I entered the house I heard some noise from the sauna in the bathroom. You can tell if came from the sauna, because all sounds from in there gets a little muffled. Anyway, I entered the bathroom only to see my wife being anally fucked by my niece, with a strap on.
-And because of this, you kill your niece?
-No, no…well yes, you could say that, I guess.
-What do you mean, Martin?
-My niece and I had sex a week ago, and I got so terrified that she would tell my wife that I just had to do something. I looked around and in the bathtub I saw a rope we use on our sailing boat, which we clean in the bathtub. I grabbed in, sneaked up behind my niece in the sauna and strangled her. As you know, my wife is blind, so I don’t think she understood it was me.
Leon looks at her and strokes her hair.
-She’s beautiful, he says.
-Isn’t she?
-How was she in bed?
-Wild! A real firecracker.
-You used…umm…
-Protection? Yes, of course. Not that it matters anymore.
-Well, I guess not, Martin. Anyway, should we dispose of her?
-I suppose so, Leon. So how do we do this, do we lift her in or…?
-No, we just put her on that steel table over there and then shove the table in with her on it and wait for the fire to do that it does best.
-Alright, let’s do it.
They lift her body and put her on the steel table and shove it into the oven.
-Let’s leave, Martin, this’ll take a while, and besides, burnt flesh doesn’t carry a nice smell with it.
7:59am, the next day…
As Martin enters the door to his office at the local Pathologist’s Office, where he works alone, his partner from another Pat’s Office is waiting for him.
-Oh, hello Martin, how are you?
-Hi there, Frank. I’m alright, a little tired is all, didn’t get much sleep last night.
-I know the feeling, my friend. Listen, I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.
-The thought have crossed my mind, yes.
-We got a new victim last night, and you won’t believe who it is.
“It can’t be my niece. It can’t! I left no trace, no trail at all! She is ashes now, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found”, Martin is thinking in seconds after Frank’s question. He finally replies:
-Who is it?
-The Mayor’s daughter, Lynette.
Although she was a wonderful girl who had helped many hobos from the streets, Martin was glad that it was her instead of something about his niece.
-Lynette?
-Yes, Frank.
-Did she die in my district?
-No, she didn’t. That’s why I’m here. You’re the best pathologist in NY, Martin. The Mayor and the Chief of Police personally told me to hand the case to you. She’s in the lab, Martin.
-Thanks, Frank. I’m kind of eager to get on it, the case that is, but how about lunch some day?
-Sounds good, old friend. I’ll give you a call.
The shake hands and Martin is soon alone again. He change into his work clothes and walks in to start working on Lynette. He picks up the chart that Frank had left beside the body, start the tape recorder and reads out loud from chart:
-December 11th, 2008. It’s 0817am. Presiding is I, Martin Shield, pathologist. The victim is the daughter of Josiah Stone, the Mayor of New York. Her name is Lynette Stone, age 21. Cause of death is a bullet in the forehead, shot through her head and brain. Exit wound is at the back of the head. The entry wound is very clean, even though it has been cleaned by my colleague Frank Duke, which indicates that the murder weapon was fired only a few centimeters from her forehead. I will now commence investigation.
He puts down the chart and stops the recorder. He removes the blue blanket that covers the body. Lynette naked body is still beautiful. Because of the fact that she was pale before death, the paleness that follows a person’s death didn’t do much difference.
“My God, what a body”, he thinks and he observes her. He puts his hand on her chest and stroke her nipples. “Wow! It’s like they’re still hard”. He feels his cock stiffens a little when the blood flows through it. He decide to play a little with her dead body. He locks all doors and gets undressed. When he stands totally naked, with his large cock pointing straight out, he trembles. It’s been almost 8 years since he started working as a pathologist, but never has never felt this…urge before. He’s nervous, but extremely turned on at the same time. He knows he can’t get caught if only he’s careful, if the body is cleaned afterwards. And he’s the only one with keys to the doors. He starts by gently pressing his lips against hers. They are cold, but because of his warm breath and lips, hers are soon warm enough for it to feel comfortable. He opens her eyelids so he can look into her dead eyes as he kisses her, and with his left hand he caresses her large breasts and with his right hand he jerks his cock. He even shoves his tongue down her throat. After a couple of minutes he moves his lips from hers and surrounds one of her nipples with them, while his tongue licks it and his teeth nibble at them. Not long after starting, he gets so excited that bites a little too hard and cuts through her skin with his teeth so the nipple loosens a little from the body. Good thing she’s dead or blood would pour out. He stops and walks down to her feet. He grabs her ankles and drags the body so her ass is right on the edge of the table, her legs hanging down from it. He places her ankles on his own shoulders, bends over her body and tries to aim with his stiff cock to enter her dead pussy, but no such luck. She’s too tight and too dry. From his operating table he grabs the bottle of silicon which he sometimes uses to rub all over his gloves before doing some operations, and rubs some on his cock and even more on her pussy. Once again, he places her ankles on his shoulders, hovers over her and presses his big dick into her tight, cold, dead twat. Her dead eyes stare at him as he thrusts his cock into her. If she were alive she’d be screaming in agony, she’d use her nails to tear of the skin from his back, and she would certainly get slapped hard. Her pale breasts bounce as Martin thrust.
-You are so beautiful, my love. Even in your death you have the beauty of a Goddess.
He shouts her name out loud when he feels his foreskin being dragged down, letting his now revealed glans hit the walls of her pussy. He also licks her feet and sucks on her toes as he keeps fucking that dead bitch in front of him. It doesn’t take long for him to feel that he is cuming. In the matter 5 seconds he can come up with over 10 places where to shoot his warm sperm, but he decides to fill her up, right in her twat. He takes a deep breath, pounds her dead body even harden and fucks her until he screams her name out in a seemingly endless orgasm, shooting his sperm into her uterus. As he pulls out several minutes later, his cock hasn’t slackened yet. His white love nectar is still coursing through his cock, and even more so out of Lynette’s dead pussy. Now she lays there, with her back on the table and her legs hanging from the edge of the table to the floor, one from the back of the table and one from the left side of the table. If she’d had been alive, she just might have become pregnant. Her eyes are still open. They look up towards the ceiling, but with no end in sight. It’s so quite in the operating room that one can almost hear the landing of the sperm drops, when they exit either Lynette’s pussy or Martin’s cock and drops to the stone tiles that make up the floor. But it’s far from over. A million naughty, sick thoughts course through Martin’s head. A million things he wants to do to the dead body in front of him. But he will have to be quick, her body won’t last forever. He puts her body back to its original position on the table and rolls her into the shower to clean both her and him up. No one must ever know what happens in this OR. After the shower, Martin gets dressed and rolls the body of Lynette Duke into the morgue-like freezer that will keep her body in mint condition, at least “until the next time I want to play with that little slut”, Martin says to himself.
End of part 1
The snow fell heavy and fast and the Manhattan skyline was more white than black, although it was almost midnight. There had always been snow I December, but this was ridiculous. The old ´57 Mustang had a hard time keeping on the road, but since the driver was driving all alone on the streets of New York this evening, it didn’t really matter as long as he kept the speed down. In the trunk a dead girl laid wrapped in an old blanket. The car was heading for Leon’s Funeral Home (known as LFH). Leon was a friend of the driver, and always dealt in complete secrecy. The Mustang slowly entered the alley behind LFH. As the engine was shut down, Leon himself came out through the backdoor and went up to the driver and said:
-Martin, you sure took your sweet time! What kept you?
-What do you think?! The snow of course!
-Right, right. Well come on, let’s get her inside.
Martin popped the trunk, grabbed her arms and told Leon to grab her legs. Once inside, they put her on a table, and while Martin went out to lock the car, Leon removed the body from the blanket.
The dead girl was beautiful. She was 17 years old, had long blonde hair, thin, and dressed in dark blue jeans and a black top. The marks on her neck indicated that a heavy duty rope had been used to choke her to death.
The door closed. Martin entered. The only light sources in the room were the fire from the cremation oven and a dimmed glow from the light bulb in the ceiling.
-Martin…what happened?
-She’s my niece.
-What? Your niece?
-Yeah. She, uh…well, she came home to me. I came home from work around 6pm and as soon as I entered the house I heard some noise from the sauna in the bathroom. You can tell if came from the sauna, because all sounds from in there gets a little muffled. Anyway, I entered the bathroom only to see my wife being anally fucked by my niece, with a strap on.
-And because of this, you kill your niece?
-No, no…well yes, you could say that, I guess.
-What do you mean, Martin?
-My niece and I had sex a week ago, and I got so terrified that she would tell my wife that I just had to do something. I looked around and in the bathtub I saw a rope we use on our sailing boat, which we clean in the bathtub. I grabbed in, sneaked up behind my niece in the sauna and strangled her. As you know, my wife is blind, so I don’t think she understood it was me.
Leon looks at her and strokes her hair.
-She’s beautiful, he says.
-Isn’t she?
-How was she in bed?
-Wild! A real firecracker.
-You used…umm…
-Protection? Yes, of course. Not that it matters anymore.
-Well, I guess not, Martin. Anyway, should we dispose of her?
-I suppose so, Leon. So how do we do this, do we lift her in or…?
-No, we just put her on that steel table over there and then shove the table in with her on it and wait for the fire to do that it does best.
-Alright, let’s do it.
They lift her body and put her on the steel table and shove it into the oven.
-Let’s leave, Martin, this’ll take a while, and besides, burnt flesh doesn’t carry a nice smell with it.
7:59am, the next day…
As Martin enters the door to his office at the local Pathologist’s Office, where he works alone, his partner from another Pat’s Office is waiting for him.
-Oh, hello Martin, how are you?
-Hi there, Frank. I’m alright, a little tired is all, didn’t get much sleep last night.
-I know the feeling, my friend. Listen, I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.
-The thought have crossed my mind, yes.
-We got a new victim last night, and you won’t believe who it is.
“It can’t be my niece. It can’t! I left no trace, no trail at all! She is ashes now, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found”, Martin is thinking in seconds after Frank’s question. He finally replies:
-Who is it?
-The Mayor’s daughter, Lynette.
Although she was a wonderful girl who had helped many hobos from the streets, Martin was glad that it was her instead of something about his niece.
-Lynette?
-Yes, Frank.
-Did she die in my district?
-No, she didn’t. That’s why I’m here. You’re the best pathologist in NY, Martin. The Mayor and the Chief of Police personally told me to hand the case to you. She’s in the lab, Martin.
-Thanks, Frank. I’m kind of eager to get on it, the case that is, but how about lunch some day?
-Sounds good, old friend. I’ll give you a call.
The shake hands and Martin is soon alone again. He change into his work clothes and walks in to start working on Lynette. He picks up the chart that Frank had left beside the body, start the tape recorder and reads out loud from chart:
-December 11th, 2008. It’s 0817am. Presiding is I, Martin Shield, pathologist. The victim is the daughter of Josiah Stone, the Mayor of New York. Her name is Lynette Stone, age 21. Cause of death is a bullet in the forehead, shot through her head and brain. Exit wound is at the back of the head. The entry wound is very clean, even though it has been cleaned by my colleague Frank Duke, which indicates that the murder weapon was fired only a few centimeters from her forehead. I will now commence investigation.
He puts down the chart and stops the recorder. He removes the blue blanket that covers the body. Lynette naked body is still beautiful. Because of the fact that she was pale before death, the paleness that follows a person’s death didn’t do much difference.
“My God, what a body”, he thinks and he observes her. He puts his hand on her chest and stroke her nipples. “Wow! It’s like they’re still hard”. He feels his cock stiffens a little when the blood flows through it. He decide to play a little with her dead body. He locks all doors and gets undressed. When he stands totally naked, with his large cock pointing straight out, he trembles. It’s been almost 8 years since he started working as a pathologist, but never has never felt this…urge before. He’s nervous, but extremely turned on at the same time. He knows he can’t get caught if only he’s careful, if the body is cleaned afterwards. And he’s the only one with keys to the doors. He starts by gently pressing his lips against hers. They are cold, but because of his warm breath and lips, hers are soon warm enough for it to feel comfortable. He opens her eyelids so he can look into her dead eyes as he kisses her, and with his left hand he caresses her large breasts and with his right hand he jerks his cock. He even shoves his tongue down her throat. After a couple of minutes he moves his lips from hers and surrounds one of her nipples with them, while his tongue licks it and his teeth nibble at them. Not long after starting, he gets so excited that bites a little too hard and cuts through her skin with his teeth so the nipple loosens a little from the body. Good thing she’s dead or blood would pour out. He stops and walks down to her feet. He grabs her ankles and drags the body so her ass is right on the edge of the table, her legs hanging down from it. He places her ankles on his own shoulders, bends over her body and tries to aim with his stiff cock to enter her dead pussy, but no such luck. She’s too tight and too dry. From his operating table he grabs the bottle of silicon which he sometimes uses to rub all over his gloves before doing some operations, and rubs some on his cock and even more on her pussy. Once again, he places her ankles on his shoulders, hovers over her and presses his big dick into her tight, cold, dead twat. Her dead eyes stare at him as he thrusts his cock into her. If she were alive she’d be screaming in agony, she’d use her nails to tear of the skin from his back, and she would certainly get slapped hard. Her pale breasts bounce as Martin thrust.
-You are so beautiful, my love. Even in your death you have the beauty of a Goddess.
He shouts her name out loud when he feels his foreskin being dragged down, letting his now revealed glans hit the walls of her pussy. He also licks her feet and sucks on her toes as he keeps fucking that dead bitch in front of him. It doesn’t take long for him to feel that he is cuming. In the matter 5 seconds he can come up with over 10 places where to shoot his warm sperm, but he decides to fill her up, right in her twat. He takes a deep breath, pounds her dead body even harden and fucks her until he screams her name out in a seemingly endless orgasm, shooting his sperm into her uterus. As he pulls out several minutes later, his cock hasn’t slackened yet. His white love nectar is still coursing through his cock, and even more so out of Lynette’s dead pussy. Now she lays there, with her back on the table and her legs hanging from the edge of the table to the floor, one from the back of the table and one from the left side of the table. If she’d had been alive, she just might have become pregnant. Her eyes are still open. They look up towards the ceiling, but with no end in sight. It’s so quite in the operating room that one can almost hear the landing of the sperm drops, when they exit either Lynette’s pussy or Martin’s cock and drops to the stone tiles that make up the floor. But it’s far from over. A million naughty, sick thoughts course through Martin’s head. A million things he wants to do to the dead body in front of him. But he will have to be quick, her body won’t last forever. He puts her body back to its original position on the table and rolls her into the shower to clean both her and him up. No one must ever know what happens in this OR. After the shower, Martin gets dressed and rolls the body of Lynette Duke into the morgue-like freezer that will keep her body in mint condition, at least “until the next time I want to play with that little slut”, Martin says to himself.
End of part 1
måndag 23 mars 2009
The Wedding - part 1 (adultery)
It had finally come - the day of Maria and Steve's wedding. Little did they know that this would be a wedding out if the ordinary. They had decided to have the ceremony in the local church and the feast afterwards would be held in the garden of the huge parish house located across the street from the church. As ceremony predicted, they were not allowed to see each other before the wedding.
Maria had waited for this day her whole life, she was very nervous, not only from wedding jitters, but also nervous that Steve would find out what had happened at the bridal shower last night. She was standing in the bathroom in one of the rooms in the parish house that they had been lent to get dressed and prepared in. In the room, her mother and three of her best and closest friends waited for her. Maria exited the bathroom and walk up to her friends dressed in nothing but the white see-through veil, totally naked on the rest of the body. Her body had remained slim and tight through her 28 years of living, and her interest in running made sure that she kept her looks. She has almost no freckles or moles anywhere on her body, and the “dark white girl”-skin tone of hers made her extremely beautiful. She didn’t have the biggest of breasts, only a B-cup, bu they were perfectly chiseled and very firm. The hair on her pussy was nowhere to be seen, and it was as smooth as it was when she was only two years, 26 years ago. She turned to the others:
-Does this fit me? I mean, does it go with me? You hate it, don’t you? I know I should have picked the other one.
-Stop that, you’re just nervous! It’s looks beautiful, you look awesome in it, baby!, her mother said, not at all afflicted by the fact that her daughter was standing naked in front of her.
-Are you sure?, Maria replied.
-Of course I am!
-Oh, thank you!, Maria says and gives her mother a hug. The three friends, Christine, Chloe and Cassandra (also known as the 3C because they are always together), look at each other when they notice that the mother pulls her daughter to her and give a smile that isn’t usual to see when a mother hugs her naked daughter. Not that they have seen that very much. The mother, Mary, rises and let them all know what she has to tend to the feast preparations and leaves the room. When Maria turns around and starts walking towards the closet to take the wedding dress out, she notice her 14 year old brother standing in the window peaking in, and he only gives her a huge smile when he sees that she looks at him.
-Get out of here, you dirty pervert!, she says and throws a pillow at the window while Cassandra pulls the curtains. She says to Maria:
-You seem a little stressed. Are you all right? Or do you want more of what you got last night?
The 3C giggles, and Maria lets out a deep breath and smiles.
-No, I’m okay. Thanks for the thought, though, you dirty little slut!, and laughs. Cassandra continues:
-You should marry my brother instead, you know. He’s much more of a man that Steve is.
-You mean Vincent?, Maria replies, no, I don’t want him. I love that my Steve is a sissy, so I can play with his mind.
In another room down the hall, Steve is waiting with his best man, Vincent. Steve is a software developer working for Microsoft, and is the one “wearing the skirt” in the relationship, a real sissy. Vincent, on the other hand, is a tall, dark (though Caucasian) and ruggedly handsome man. They have been best friends since High School and are both working for Microsoft, although not in the same business entity. He was the one who introduced Maria to Steve, through his sister, Cassandra.
He is not as he usually is, he’s short and avoids Steve from time to time, which Steve has noticed.
-Look, Vincent, it’s a little alarming when you seem more nervous than me, although I’m the one getting married. What’s going on?
-What? Oh, nothing, Steve, nothing. I guess I just have something on my mind.
-Care to share?
-Maybe…later.
The thoughts courses through Vincent’s head. Last night, he had gotten an extremely good blowjob from Maria, although he didn’t know it was her at the time. His sister, Cassandra, had asked him to be a stripper at what she said would be a “night out with the girls from her work”. Vincent and Cassandra were very close, though never intimate, so he agreed. He also agreed that he would be blindfolded during most of the time. He had been led into a room full of shouting girls, and one of them had given him the best blowjob of his life. Right after, Cassandra had removed the blindfold from both him and Maria and they saw each other. Both were shocked.
Later, 1 hour before the wedding ceremony…
Maria crossed the street and entered the church by herself. “I need to see it now so I don’t start crying during the ceremony”, she though, “crying from happiness”. She lifted her dress and walked up to the altar. She left her high heeled shoes in the porch so no one would hear her as she walked through the large church. At the altar she looked around at the flowers and started crying. She was suddenly interrupted by someone coming out of the confessional – it was Vincent.
-Oh God, you startled me, she said and wiped the tears from her face.
-Maria…look, about yesterday…
He was interrupted.
-No, no, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, we were set up.
-Yes, we were, Maria. Well, anyway, I should leave.
As he turns and starts to walk away Maria grabs his hand.
-No, don’t go. I mean…can’t you keep me company her for a while?
-Sure I can!
He grabs her shoulders and they both sit down in the pew in front of the altar. They both sit there, quite, for almost 5 minutes before Maria opens her mouth.
-I had a good time yesterday, you know.
-You mean, the…
-Yes…that…
-Me too, he says and smiles, his hand gently stroking her hair. Maria continues:
-I don’t want to bear his child.
-You don’t like kids?
-Yes, I love them and I want kids myself, but…with that sissy?
-Yes…I see what you mean. Why don’t you just get inseminated then? There’s no reason for telling him, you know. They promise anonymity at those clinics.
She looks at him.
-I want you to inseminate me. Now!
Before he can reply, Maria has gotten down on her knees in front of him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled both his black tuxedo pants and his boxers to his ankles. She surrounds his cock with her hand starts jerking him.
-Oh, God, Maria…this is so wrong!
-I don’t care!
She surrounds his glans with her red, pouty, wet, sonorous lips. Without moving her lips or her mouth she sucks his glans hard and plays with her tongue on it. Vincent lays his hands on top of her head and pushes it down on his large, hard cock.
-God, Maria, that feels sooo good!
Maria moans and looks up into his eyes while she sucks his cock, harder and harder, deeper and deeper to the root of it. Suddenly, she stops, stands up and slowly walks toward the altar. She bends over it, lifts her dress and shows her wet pussy for Vincent, who still is sitting in the pew. Maria is wearing her wedding dress that goes all the way to the floor, white stay ups, white suspender belt, white silk gloves, but neither bra nor panties. “It’s almost as she had this planned”, Vincent thinks when he notice that she has no panties.
-Come, Vincent. Fuck me like I have never been fucked before, and like you never have fucked a girl before!
She jiggles her cute little ass to make his cock as hard as possible before penetrating her. Vincent walks to the altar, slightly touches her wet pussy with his glans, grabs her hair hard in his right hand, and thrust his large 18 inch cock inside of her which makes her moan extremely loud, but she doesn’t care.
-Come on, fuck me in my wedding dress, I’m such a slut! Come on, damnit, harder!
Her words spur him and when she calls herself a slut his cock get so hard that is hurts.
-Oh, Maria, it’s so fucking good to fuck your tight little wet pussy. You like that, you slut? You like to feel your best friend’s brother’s; your husband’s best man and best friend’s hard cock up your pussy? You filthy slut!, he says and pulls her hair and slaps her ass hard enough for it to leave a red mark.
-Yes, oh God yes! Come on, baby don’t stop! Cum in me! Make me a mommy!
-Yes, damn, I’m cuming! I’M CUMING!
They both scream their lungs out in a huge orgasm. Vincent thrust his pulsating cock in and out of her tight little pussy while Maria helps by thrusting her body towards his – this to make sure he is completely pleasured while cuming, and to make sure that his warm sperm fills her pussy as much as possible. They moan and groan for several minutes after, and he won’t pull out before she tells him to. Maria looks at him and says:
-Holy crap, Vincent, that was amazing! It was…
Before she can finish that sentence, she gets interrupted by a hard knock on the church port. The priest’s voice can be heard, saying:
-Who locked this door? You in there, open up immediately!
End of part 1
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