Annie was an excellent cook and hostess. She served Jack and Jill their meals, and placed her plate on the table. The conversation was pleasant, however, Jill was miserable. Her asshole was hurting and the dildo in her pussy just made her want to be fucked more than anything else. The rope running through her pussy was chaffing her tender cunt lips.

After dinner and while Annie was cleaning up the dishes, Jack and Jill retired to the den. The handcuffs had been removed, and Jill’s wrists were again tied behind her back. An elbow rope, securing her arms to the small of her back was also applied. The pussy filling dildo had been removed, but the butt plugging one remained, secured by the same rope that had run through Jill’s pussy, securing her to the chair. This rope was now attached to her wrists. Any movement of her wrists would agitate her sensitive cunt.

Jack sat on the couch, and told Jill to sit next to him. Jack was wearing a black silk robe. As he sat, the robe slid open, revealing his tanned chest and erect cock. Jill was always amazed at Jack’s sexual stamina. His cock was beautiful, and seemed to be erect most of the time. Jack put his arm around her, and pulled her to him, as a lover would do. He kissed her long and passionately. As he was doing so, he was fondling her breasts, and teasing her nipples. This was gentle "make out" love making. In just a moment or two, Jill was responding. She kissed and was kissed. The heat in her cunt was rising from a simmer, to a boil. When she was thoroughly aroused, he ordered her on her knees to suck his cock. This she did without question, nurturing his cock and balls with her mouth.

Jill was sucking Jack’s cock when Annie came into the room. With the kitchen in proper shape, she came into the den to learn of Jack’s desires for her. As directed, Annie sat next to Jack. He put his arms around her, and proceeded to kiss her. He was treating her gently also. They were both enjoying petting and kissing each other. Annie put her hand down to Jill’s face, and the let it continue on to the base of Jack’s cock. As Jill was sucking, Annie was stroking his cock and fondling his balls. Jack liked this a lot. Annie continued to kiss Jack as she was stroking his cock. Right before he was about to cum, He stopped the both of them.

He had Annie to kneel on the floor next to Jill, only he had her to bend over, and put her chest and head on the couch, with her ass sticking out. This Annie did without question. Jack kneeled down behind her, to fuck her "doggy" style. Before he did so, he had Annie to move back away from the couch, leaving only her shoulders and head on the couch. This allowed her magnificent trembling breasts to hang, making them available to any one who was fucking her from behind.

Jack slipped his cock into her smoldering pussy. Annie let out a satisfied groan as Jack plumbed her depths. Poor Jill could only kneel beside Jack, and knew she would not receive any sexual satisfaction this night. She watched Jack’s cock slide in and out of her mother’s pussy, and she heard Annie’s pleasure sounds. Jack leaned slightly forward, and grasped Annie’s breasts. He mauled them, pinching and pulling on the nipples. Jill was so hot she could cry.

After a few minutes Annie came, showing Jack how much she appreciated his cock. Jack’s cock was still rampant. He sat down on the couch, and instructed Jill to suck his cock clean. She was not allowed to bring him to a climax.

After recovering from her cum, Annie was allowed to get up and sit on the couch. Jack arose, and went to his video storage cabinet, and retrieved an x-rated S & M video tape. He placed it in the VCR, for play on his large screen television set.

He returned to the couch and helped Jill up from her kneeling position. He sat on the couch next to Annie, and put Jill on the other side of him. Jack looked at his two slaves. They were beautiful, and "hot". Had he been alone, he would have pinched himself to make sure he was awake.

He turned the video on, and the trio relaxed to watch what was going to happen to the video slave. The tape was an old one, but the pretty slave, named "Gwen" had huge breasts. Her master seemed to delight in torturing them. The master’s wife, who was also a slave, would join in the torment of the blonde slave. Gwen was a sexy thing. Along with her large breasts, she had great legs and a tight ass. The master on the video seemed to be preoccupied with torturing the blonde slave, and ultimately his wife. Soon, Jack’s cock was rampant again. Jill and Annie were enjoying the tape, and their libido was at a heightened level also. When the tape ended, all three were ready for some sexual activity. Ever the one with the imagination, Jack had a plan.

Jill’s wrists were already locked behind her back, effectively making her helpless. Jack got up from the sofa, and had Jill sit in the center of the couch. He had Annie tie ropes to Jill’s ankles, and after spreading her legs, widely, secured them to the corners of the couch. So, now Jill was sitting on the couch, slumped to where her ass was nearly off the couch. Her hands secured behind her back and her legs widely spread, tied into that position. Jill was helpless before he two tormentors.

Jack sat next to Jill, and started to kiss her again, and to fondle her breasts. Annie was ordered to get on her knees, and to suck Jill’s pussy. Again Annie’s instinct was to protest, but she would obey Jack. Besides, perhaps she could make Jill feel as good as Jill had made her feel. She bent to her task. Her tongue tickled Jill’s clit, and delved deep into her cunt. Jill’s response was immediate. After three days of sexual teasing, and deprivation, Jill was hot. Annie sucked until Jill was about to cum. It was then Jack stopped her, and ordered her to remain kneeling, but to not touch Jill’s pussy.

Immediately, Jill started to whimper, and cry. The sexual frustration was almost too much. She watched as her mother moved her hands over to Jack’s cock, and proceeded to gently stoke him. How she wished she could touch his cock. The four day sentence for her jealous outbreak was taking its toll.

After a few minutes, Jill began to relax and her breathing rate slowed down. Jack nodded to Annie, with a smile on his face. Annie, again placed her face and mouth on Jill’s pussy, and stated to suck again. Jill started moaning and crying from the frustration of it all. When she was about to come, Annie was ordered to stop again. This cycle of arousal and denial continued on for about an hour and a half. At the end of the cycle, Jill was openly weeping and begging to be allowed to have a climax. In her begging, she was profusely apologetic to Annie and Jack for her jealous out burst. She promised a hundred times that she would not do it again. Again she was denied any relief. Tomorrow would be the end of her sentence, and tomorrow would be when she would be allowed to have her climax. Jill was sure she would never make it.

 

Several weeks later, on a sunny May afternoon, in Dallas, Jack Dillon was proudly preparing his new Gulfstream G-3 corporate jet for a fight to Paris, France. Deep Rock Oil had just signed an agreement with a French oil exploration unit, and needed to get its executives to Paris in the next few days. Deep Rock Oil was a division of Kenyon International

The president of Deep Rock, David Rayne was a very good friend of Jack Dillon’s. They had gone to college together, and in fact slept with the same girl friends in the fraternity house. They had been roommates, and knew a lot about each other. Of critical importance is the fact that both Jack and David Rayne were also S & M practitioners. David’s wife Carol was a slave to him, much in the same was the Jill, and Annie were to Jack.

David Rayne was chartering Jack’s G-3 for the flight to Paris. Accompanying him would be two associates, Jim Cole and Greg Kenyon. They wanted to arrive in Paris with their own jet so they could control their time there. Jack readily agreed, and instead of charging the customary $15,000 per charter hour, he gave David a break in the costs. He also promised an entertaining flight across the Atlantic.

 

That evening at dinner, David announced to Jill and Annie that they were going to Paris with him. He told about the flight over and back. There would be a three day layover in Paris, during which he promised they would see the sights, and go shopping. The women were thrilled, and were chattering like schools girls, when Jack told them the rest of the story.

Jack told them, that during the flight over and back from Paris, they would act as flight attendants to the passengers. The only difference was, they would be naked and bound "slave attendants" to the passengers. After the plane took off from Dallas, they would be naked, and subject to restraints, torments, whippings and the customary sucking and fucking, as required by the passengers.

Jill and Annie were quiet as Jack told them who David Rayne, and his partners Jim Cole and Craig Kenyon were. The slaves were beginning to see that there was a whole S & M culture out there, that they never knew existed. Jill and Annie, looked at each other, and eventually consented. Jack told them that they had no choice, but wanted them to consent. To the both of them, it sounded exciting, even the three days in Paris.

Two days later, the big Gulfstream G-3 was on the ramp at Dillon Air Charter, at Love Field in Dallas. The plane was well stocked with those things that would make for a pleasant flight to Paris. The flight plan had been made. All was needed was for the passengers, and "attendants" to board the plane. The G-3 was capable of accommodating some thirty passengers. As with most corporate jets, the interior had been customized by the manufacturer for the luxury needs and wishes of corporate customers. Jack’s G-3 would now handle only fifteen passengers. They would ride in luxurious comfort with a couch, overstuffed recliner chairs, and a full-size bed, which folded out of the bulkhead wall. The galley was stocked for beverage and food service. Curiously, there were hidden attachment points in the cabin of the plane. If one looked carefully, eye hooks could be locked on the floor, walls, and of course in the ceiling.

Jill and Annie were magnificent. Each wore a black leather mini-skirt. The skirts were short, but also had a slit on each side to nearly the waist. They wore black silk blouses with a short black leather waist coat, which was impossible to button. The jacket was made to hang open, exhibiting their silk covered breasts. On blouses, just above their left breasts, was the words "Dillon Air", with the company logo just below. The matching 4" black leather pumps made the costume stunning. Neither woman wore underwear of any type.

The flight crew, Jack Dillon and his chief pilot, Ray Grimes were already aboard, along with Jill and Annie. When Annie spotted the passengers arrive in Deep Rock’s limousine, she and Jill exited the plane to greet them. It was obvious that David and his traveling companions were impressed. Jill and Annie escorted them aboard the plane. In a short time, the G-3 was cleared for take off from Love Field, and cleared a flight plan to Gander, Newfoundland. A fueling stop would be made there, before the Atlantic crossing.

As soon as the seat belt light was turned off, the three male passengers were pleasantly surprised when Jill and Annie emerged from the rear galley of the plane, wearing only black leather heels, matching collars, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a smile on their face. The slaves were serving drinks, when Jack came from the flight deck, and into the cabin. Jill and Annie went to Jack, and put their arms around him, one on each side. He put his arms around them and hugged them. He then moved his hands so he could fondle the breast of each slave.

"Gentlemen", Jack said, addressing his passengers, "I want you to meet my slaves. This is Jill (he pinched her nipple), and her mother Annie (now he pinched her nipple). I know your own wives are slaves. I know you have a very small club to explore their slavery. So I thought it would please you if I allowed my slaves to accompany us to Paris. On the flight over, and back, you are free to use my slaves any way you want to. You have total access to them. The same rules apply with them, as applies to your own wives. Enjoy."

Jack then kissed Jill and Annie, and told them to obey David and his fellow travelers. Both smiled, and in unison said, "Yes, Master."

Craig's action almost immediate as he took possession of Annie. He locked her wrists behind her back, and sat her next to him. He fondled her breasts, and ordered her to spread her legs. He found her pussy to be wet, and hot. David told Jill to get them all drinks, which she did. As she served the drinks, David and Jimmy fondled and explored her body. When she was touched by one of the men, Jill would stop, and allow them to do as they wanted.

Annie wasn’t faring as well. Craig Kenyon was in lust for her. He was asking her questions about her relationship with Jack, and her daughter. He was fascinated about them being ordered to have sex with each other. Obviously, Craig, and to a lesser degree David and Jimmy, were intrigued by the idea of mother and daughter sex slaves. In a short time, Jill’s arms were locked behind her. She was placed on the couch between David Rayne and Jimmy Cole. On orders, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Annie was placed on her knees, between Jill’s legs. Her face was forced into Jill’s pussy. David was holding her hair, forcing her mouth against Jill’s cunt.

Jill sat there for a minute, feeling her mother’s tongue on her pussy. Craig Kenyon was now kneeling behind Annie. In his hand he held a flogger type whip. As Annie was sucking Jill’s pussy, Craig started to whip Annie’s ass to encourage her sucking activities.

"Slave", he whispered into Annie’s ear, "I intend to whip your sweet ass until you bring your daughter to a climax. You are to suck her to exhaustion. If you don’t do as I say, I will whip you cunt soundly, until you beg to suck Jill."

As the whip slapped her ass, Annie ran her tongue into Jill’s cunt. She was hoping that the whipping would be less painful if she brought Jill to a quick climax. David and Jimmy were having none of that. They were intrigued, and excited, watching a beautiful mother suck the pussy of her beautiful daughter. The whole incest taboo aroused all of them. As a result, they were trying to distract Jill, from coming. They would talk to her, ask her questions, and torment her breasts by pinching her nipples, and slapping them.

Jill was distracted, and her climax was delayed. Annie was sucking as hard as she could, but her ass was still being whipped by Craig. She took Jill’s clit between her teeth, and gently chewed on it. This is what it took to put Jill over the top, and make her have a climax. Jill felt the spasms deep in her belly. Her clit was being devilishly tormented by her mother. It was driving her insane with pain and pleasure. As she came, she was humping her mother’s mouth wildly. Her climax just kept cumming in waves. She was not sure she could make it all the way to Paris, at this rate.

As Jill finished her cum, Craig allowed Annie to cease her sucking of Jill’s pussy. Much to their surprise, the passengers made Jill and Annie trade places. This time it was Jill who had to suck her mother’s pussy. The passengers were fully enjoying the perks of this trip.

About a half an hour out of Gander, Newfoundland, Jack ordered the passengers to their seats and for Jill and Annie to get dressed. He had prepared jump suits, with the company logo on the left breast, for them to wear. The Canadian officials were a little narrow minded about anything that might look like "white slavery". He did not want the attention of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Once on the ground at Gander, the plane was refueled, and customs was cleared. Within an hour, and big G-3 was back into the air, flying a route that would take them just south of Iceland, over Shannon, Ireland, and straight to De Gaule Airport in Paris.

During the remainder of the flight, Jill and Annie were tormented, and required to fuck and suck each of the passengers. Again, Craig was absolutely intrigued by this mother and daughter slave combination. Every chance he got to exploit the incest aspect of their relationship, he did so. He made them suck each other, fondle each other’s breasts, whip each other, and at one time, had the both of them sucking his cock at the same time. He just could not get enough of them. Even when David Rayne and Jim Cole took a nap, or was eating a snack, Craig was busy with some combination of him, Jill and especially Annie.

Some where over the Atlantic, just south of Iceland, Craig tied Annie in a standing position. He used the "eye-hook" in the ceiling of the plane. Annie was tied, stretched with her hands high above her head. A penis gag had been placed in her mouth. Craig and his traveling companions were not worried about being heard, especially at 35,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean. They gagged Annie because they could do so. Next, they placed Jill on her knees in front of Annie, with the instructions that she was to suck her mother’s pussy until she came. In the meantime, Annie was to be whipped until she had a climax. The problem was that there were two men whipping her. Craig was dedicated to whipping Annie’s sweet tight ass, while Jimmy Cole delighted in whipping her breasts. Annie knew she was in for a bad time. Craig and Jimmy did not disappoint her.

Jill sucked her mother’s pussy as best she knew how. If she could make Annie cum, then the whipping would stop. Jimmy and Craig had set up a slow cadence with their whips. Craig would strike her ass. This would cause Annie to lurch forward to avoid the whip, which of course would push her cunt hard against Jill’s mouth. It had the added effect of pushing Annie’s breasts further out.

When Annie breasts were pushed out, Jimmy would strike a blow across her nipples. This of course would cause her to jerk back, only to meet Craig’s whip. At one point, the whipping stopped, and Jill was told to back away from Annie. Jimmy brought his whip up sharply against Annie’s pussy. After about ten strokes of this whip, Jimmy ordered Jill to resume sucking Annie’s pussy, as the ass and tit whipping began again.

All of this was causing Annie’s sexual temperature to rise. Finally, with a scream into her gag, Annie came, pushing her pussy hard against Jill’s mouth. Her well whipped body heaved and shuddered and she sought release. She was a long time coming down from this cum. When she came to her senses, she was lying on the couch, and Craig was offering her a glass of wine, while he was using a cool wet cloth to make her feel better. David wondered if there wasn’t an issue between Craig and his mother. He never asked, but wondered. It was not a matter for concern.

By the time Dillon Air Services Gulfstream G-3 arrived at De Gaule, the passengers were satiated, and Jill and Annie were near exhaustion. Once the G-3 was safely parked on the executive side of the airport, the passengers left the plane in their rented limousine. Jill and Annie dressed themselves, and along with Jack, went to their hotel. Ray Grimes, the chief pilot went off to visit friends. He never understood Jill and Annie’s real role on the flight. At the hotel, the trio slept the sleep of the dead.

Jack Dillon was sleeping soundly when he was aware that his cock was feeling a delicious ache. When he opened his sleepy eyes, he found Annie and her daughter Jill sucking and stroking his cock. When he started to sit up, they pushed him back down, gently. For the next 30 minutes, one of the slaves would suck and stroke his cock, while the other would massage his legs, arms and body. This was the way a slave master should be awakened. After they made him have a marvelous climax, they took him to the shower, and bathed him. By the time they dried him off, his breakfast was in the room and ready for them to eat.

This was the start of a wonderful three days. They visited the Louvre, the Eiffel tower, the artists displays on the street, had dinner at Maxine’s, and most of all they went shopping for clothes. Jack was not sure where they were going to put all those clothes in the plane. It was fun, he thought, to watch the two beautiful creatures enjoy themselves. In a very real sense, Jack was falling in love with Jill. He also understood that he had a real soft and warm spot in his heart for Annie.

It was a marvelous time for all three. It was a time away from the rigors of life. Neither woman was put upon. Oh, there was plenty of sex, but mostly the vanilla type. They were just two beautiful women, with the man in their life, enjoying Paris. By the third day, however, all three were missing Jack’s whips, and the things he required of Jill and Annie.

The flight from De Gaule back to Love Field in Dallas, was much the same as trip over. Jill and Annie were again put through their paces. At one point, Craig Kenyon could be heard talking to Jack. He offered Jack $500,000 for the purchase Jill and Annie. When Jack refused, the offer went to a million dollars. Again, Jack refused, much to Craig’s disappointment.

Back in Dallas, life for Jack and his two delightful slaves continued on. There was a surprise, however. When they arrived at Jack’s house, he escorted the two ladies to the garage. Much to their surprise, sitting next to Jack’s Jaguar, were two silver BMW Z-4 roadsters. The custom license plates of the cars read, "Jill" and "Annie". The women went insane. They did not know if they wanted to hug and kiss Jack, or to hug their new cars. In the end they did both. Needless to say, Jack’s evening was a slave master’s delight.

About a week after the return from Paris, Jack was lying in his bed, next to Jill. Annie was the "prisoner" of the day, and bound, lying on the bed in the Game Room. Jill was lying on her right side, facing Jack. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her head was resting on Jack’s shoulder, and he had his arm under and around her. Their bellies were touching, and his cock was between her legs, teasing her cunt. His other hand was exploring the smooth skin on her ass. Her breasts were pushed hard against his chest. Jill was gently kissing Jack’s face.

Jill was totally consumed with this man. She would have married him in an instant, if he would only ask. She would be very content to be his wife/slave, and share him with Annie. Her mother deserved a good life, and this was one way for her to do so. Both women enjoyed being a sex slave to Jack. Jill assumed it would always be so.

Jill was moving her pussy to and from Jack, rubbing against his cock. She would have to satisfy herself thusly, until he decided to enter her. She could only wait until Jack decided it was time.

Jack seemed preoccupied, with something on his mind as he kissed and fondled her. Finally, he pulled her body tightly to his. Using his left arm, which was around her, he pulled her bound hands away from her ass, holding them away from her body. With his right hand, he started to spank her delightful ass. Soon he was spanking her rather soundly, and she was whimpering, and moaning. Just prior to making her cry, he stopped the spanking.

He kissed her and looked into her deep blue eyes and asked, "Jill, what would you say if I wanted to spank your ass until your were screaming and begging me to stop, and continued to spank you anyhow?"

Jill thought for a second or two, "Jack, I am your slave. You know you can do anything you wish to me. I would merely have to surrender to you, as I am now. If you want to spank me that hard, then I ask you to do so. I love you, Jack", she mewed. "I could never leave you."

"What would you do if I regularly gave you to other people to use as they see fit?" was his next question.

"Well, you have required me to submit to others, and I always assumed you would do so in the future."

Jack smiled, and asked, "How many years do you think you could endure what I do to you?"

"Jack, I hope it never stops. I see no end to what you and I have. I would not want my life to be any different."

Jack was quiet for a minute. It seemed that he was trying to make a decision. He looked at Jill again, and asked, "Jill, will you marry me? Will you be me wife/slave?"

Jill was in shock. This was the last thing she expected Jack to ask her. She loved him, and wanted to be married to him, but she never expected him to ask her. She was startled. As she was formulating her answer, he continued.

"Jill, I want you to be my wife", Jack continued, "And I want you to be my slave. Your life will not change, only that I will take you deeper into slavery than you could imagine. As my wife, I will still treat you as a slave. Anything is, and will be, possible with you. Anyone I designate will be able to do anything with and to you. You mother will continue to be my slave. If you want to continue to live life as we are doing now, then I want you to be my wife."

Tears of joy formed in Jill’s eyes. She pushed her body as close as she could to his. She looked at Jack, and her tearful reply was, "Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes! I will marry you. Yes, I will be your slave, and then I will be your wife. Anything you say, Jack. Yes, I love you, and I want to be your wife."

Jack reached down with his right hand, and aimed his cock at Jill’s cunt. She moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped into her soaking pussy. Jill leaned forward and kissed Jack, just as his big hand came crashing down on her beautiful vulnerable ass.

Continued…

 about 10 minuted later I went up with the bottle in hand and walked into the bedroom. This was not the same Jean I was expecting. She had on thigh high stockings, held up by a lace garter, a leather corset,stiletto heels about 5" high,crimsom lipstick. She had shaved her pussy while showering and most noticeably,,,was sporting a huge strap on cock.

Iwas ...surpsised I guess would be a good word. She came over to me, now much taller than I, gave me one very deep kiss then pushed me back towards the bed, telling me to 'drink your fucking brandy and then have another, then get on your knees'.

I went along with it, even though this was out of my ken and not at all what I expected, but what the hell. The brandy burned all the way down and so did the second one , but I was now 'way m,ore than half drunk. I started to say something but Jean cut me off.'Do you like what you see?' She stood in front of me hands on her hips, tall. over 6', lips a straight line, full and pouty , tits over the top of her corset nipples huge and erect and that huge cock sticking out at me. it was about 7" long, thick and very realistic looking. All I could do was nod. My cock was hard as steel at this point. not quite as big as the strapon but big enough. My hand moved toward my cock.

'Suck it. Suck my fucking cock. Now . And get your pathetic hand away from that sad little toy. You will do as you're told'

Without any further protest from me I went to work on the head of her cock, not knowing quite where thsi was going , but my start wasn't enough for her . She grabbed the back of my head and rammed it down on her cock. 'Now you know how that feels.'I thought back to the times I had done that very thing to her. Surprise was long in the past. I was drunk  and now I was sucking a huge cock. On my wife.Who was being amazingly dominant and sexy as hell. All Iwanted to do was fuck her. I stopped for a moment and said so. This got me a big shove backwards where I fell on my ass.(drunk and not very stable is my guess). She towered over me and put on stietto=heeled foot square in the middle of my chest.'Shut your mouth. You will do as you're told and nothing else. You will stroke my legs, and lick my shoe. then you will suck my cock again until I tell you to stop.'

God did I ! As i stroked her leg, felling the material of the stockings and then licked her shoe I got back in position and again wrapped my lips around her cock. She started pumping it ion and out of my mouth. I slavered over it  untill my mouth was tired and then she said, 'Stop. Lay over the foot of the bed.' 

As I did so I heard her open the drawer of her nightstand. She took out thesmall vial of lube she kept there. Now there was no doubt where thsi was going. She spread my ass, squeezed a small(small0 amount of lube on my asshole and then with no further preparation rammed that huge dick in my ass.She started slowly pumping it in and out quickly building up speed. My dick ,deflated at the shock of the initial thrust soon was back, pressing hard against the bed. She was slamming me, long thrust aafter long thrust. I sneaked a look at her . Her face was one of pure pleasure. eyes closed smiling and pounding my ass all the while.

thsi went on for a whilee. then she pulled out and made me suck her dick again, straight from my ass to my eager mouth. i was now really into this. Being drunk was a great help. She told me, 'Stop and now to eat my cunt' Imoved toward her cunt slowly removing the strapon, only to see it was actually a double dong with about 6" of cock in her cunt, too..Soon we were eating each other and then ensued an incredible fuck session, with me returning her favors of a cock in her ass, lots of sucking , long pounding strokes in her cunt and her ass, ending with a massic=ve load of cum in her ass. She resisted a bit when I pulled out and jammed my dick in her mouth, but after relenting and sucking me clean I sucked my cum from her ass and we shared the pleasure of it before we both collapsed in bed.

This morning she said 'Well. That went well. don't you think?' She smiled at me, gave my dick a little squeeze and we went on with our day.

I can't wait 'til tonight....

 

I spent the summer doing chores alone.  There was no baby sitter no need for one, by the time I reach thirteen, I could cook, clean, sew, wash clothes, do the yard work and tend our small garden.  I was sort of trusted and left alone, and that is when things happened.

 

I was small for my age, only 5’ tall and less than 90 pounds, a hairless body cursed by mom’s side of the family and small cock.  My short blonde hair was home cut and styled by mom, and my eyes of blue came from here as well.  My horny nature also came from her, but to her credit she never showed it to me without booze first.

 

Several times early that spring she had stripped herself late in the evening and sat playing with her 40D jugs while she thought I was asleep.  I would peek out from the bedroom door and watch her fondle herself in the rocking chair.  A few times when she got really drunk, usually on Saturday nights, she wound up in bed with me.  Her naked body lay holing me from behind and once she even fondled me while I pretended to sleep.  She would wake up the next morning with a headache and always asking if she did something wrong.  If not for my ability to bend the truth she would have felt worse.

 

Then one sunny morning after I had completely finished all my chores, I decided to go hiking in the woods.  I was barefoot and shirtless; wearing only an old purple pair of my mom’s funny looking shorts she had given me.  She didn’t believe in wasting anything and since they could fit me, she made me wear them.  I really didn’t mind it back then, as I could care less about clothes, most of the time when I was alone like this I was naked anyway.

 

That particular sunny morning as my small tanned body skipped along the wooded trail, I by accident came upon a new pathway.  I was trampling along when I stumbled over a tree root and slid forward at an angle that showed me a trail down below the ridge I was on.  I had never been on it and thought I should explore it.  I mean I our house sat almost two miles from anyone, and the closest person to being my age or younger than sixty was five miles further.  Most people said that no one but rabbits lived near us.  So I made my way down the trail and followed it until I reach a small brook.  It was more than half a mile from our house when I felt a cool breeze.  This was odd since in early June the temperature is always above eighty.  I followed the coolness and it was like a stream of air above the water and it led me to an opening like a miniature waterfall or small cavern.  So I peered in and saw little to frighten me and I hoisted myself up on the slabs on rocks under it and wiggled my way inside to find it was hiding a massive dwelling.

 

I was almost silly enough back then to think that this was a natural thing.  That is until I found steps leading up and followed them slowly.  They were stone carved at first.  Cold wet and almost pitch black as the further I went up the dimmer the light of the opening became.

 

I found sort of a flat perch that was big enough for me to fit on completely and stood up and looked down and around.  I had counted twenty-eight steps up that was pretty tall for me, the almost faint white opening yielded little help in revealing the size of the place as I could still not make the ceiling or top out, nor could I see where the stairs led me.

 

As I fumbled around looking, I started to get horny as was my custom on any given day.  I felt like yanking my pants down, but I wanted to be sure I was safe first, yet there was something oddly drawing me to do it without being sure and suddenly I found myself strip the purple pants off and throw them up in the air and watch them as they fell almost down to the opening.  My cock was small but all four inches were hard as steel.  My nipples were so tender and sensitive and I think it was suppose to be that when I felt of my body I got so horny that I wanted to jerk off.  I fell back on the cold wet smooth stones and began to stroke my cock and caress my nipples.  When I felt my own desires building quickly I had the wildest desire to cry out for someone to take me. 

 

In a shuttering voice tipped with sexual tones I screamed out, “Can anyone help me?  Can anyone help me cum?”  The sound of my voice echoed and as it did I felt myself release and to my true surprise I had a desire to taste it all.  I jacked it off on my belly and then used my fingers to scoop it to my mouth and as I tasted my salty cream I liked it.  I liked it so much so that the brawny taste of it was more of an attractant than anything else.  The last drop of my sperm was captured and fed to me by my own hand before I could think of a reason not to do it. 

 

I turned on my side and sort of looked up into the darkness and fiddled around with my ass for a moment before I felt a calling inside me.  It was a craving and a direction to me to come up higher.  So I crawled at first up the steps and after another twenty-eight I found myself now in the pitch black alone and on another flat pedestal like landing.  This time I could feel walls of cold wet stone on both sides and a cold breeze from below came to meet me.  I stood up and looked down and saw absolutely nothing but darkness.  So as I inches further up the stones I felt a wooden plank and then another wooden step and I marched slowly up them until I rammed my head into a wooden door. 

 

I had to feel my way to the handle and then shove with all my might to open it, but finally I managed to do so, and what was truly eerie is I kept getting this haunting desire to venture on.  The door opened and revealed a shadowy cow web lined room that was filled with junk and broken furniture.  There was a faint glow of the sun from the cracks along the top of the wall on one side that slightly lit the room.  As I began to stand I found that a pair of steps was nearly twenty feet from me and they led up to another door.  I followed them and it opened into an old rundown house.  The house had been abandoned for years.  The dirt and filth on the floor and the spider webs that were there looked untouched by time.  I found a broom and began to sweep away the webs and some of the garbage on the floor as I exited from the hallway into what at one time must have been the main entrance.  The ceiling now shabby was raised twenty feet high and the decaying staircase that swirled upward crumbled and as I spied around, it seemed this place was once a mansion.  If that was so how come I never heard of it?  No one had and when I found the main door and opened it, I realized why.

 

The front of the house opened into the heart of the woods.  A small overgrown path led into the dense thickets and huge pine trees as I spied into it.  I turned and looked back to see how large it was and as moved along the front porch I could see the trees and the dense foliage and nothing more.  I moved out a few feet from the overhang and gazed up to see the patchy white sky haloed by tress on all sides.  Then as I moved a bit further back I found the remains of an old sign, it read “Posted No Trespassing.  This House Condemned by Order of the US Marshall’s Office.”

 

Then a shock greeted my eyes, as the date on it was “November 5^th 1901.”  Then I realized where I was and what I had stumbled upon.  A legend that had been told for many years said that an old civil war mansion once stood on Crow Ridge and that the owner was a murder and had killed many children in the town before the Marshall dragged him away in chains and hung him in the courtyard in town.  It was said the place was haunted and bedeviled.  It was also said that no one ever found it and though many tried some who may have found this place, never came back.

 

I began to panic and started back in the house and heading back the way I had come out.  I was still totally naked and never seemed to notice until I reach the staircase and felt the desires inside me swell instantly.  It froze me in mid step and made me look up at the once grand house and as I did I felt called to walk up the steps to the next floor.  My aching body was throbbing with a tingling desire that I can only describe as wanton lust.  As if inside I knew something pleasurable was near and desired it, or maybe I knew it desired me.

 

With each step I felt my cock harden more and erect nipples tingled madly and as I side stepped the bad sections of the staircase my ass touched the decaying wooden rails and it sent waves of joy through me.  I could feel my heart race as I neared the final steps and when I lunged over the last hurdle and was sent sprawling face forward to the ground it felt like waves of sexual lust washed over me. 

 

I crawled like a dog on my hands and knees towards the dimly lit hallway that led along the way of the second floor.  I was craving in a way I could not understand, the most of knew of sex was limited to a few petting’s or my own hands.  Now I desired something I had not seen or felt, I desired to be fucked in many ways.

 

I felt as if I had been born to tread this path and as I neared a semi open room, I found myself cooing and sighing.  I crawled through the half open door and found a bedroom long since worn away.  A dresser covered in dirt and dust was t my right and large canopy bed with the clothe worn away by time was there in front of me.  I slid slowly upon it and as the dusty mattress released its long covering into the air I felt gnawing inside me for sex like never before.

 

I began to beg outwardly and loudly, “I am here come and take me!  I am here ready for you.   Take this body now and do all that I desire.”

 

Suddenly from the darkness a figure of a man dressed in a fancy suit veered from the shadows into the light.  His face pale and his hair gray and his eyes blood shot and black starred into my soul and as he moved around me his wrinkled rough hands slid along my back and sides and to my ass.  I turned to look in his eyes at the moment he turned and took both hands to latch on my ass.  As if it were all a dream I felt his cock large and powerful enter me harshly sending a pleasurable and painful sensation through me.  I groaned aloud and almost cried out as his cock thrust deeper inside me and then retracted and reentered over and over.  His gaze held my eyes and as I watched him fuck me I begged of him to do more.

 

He said not a word but as his heated thruster began to form up a pattern and become quicker, I began to flutter my eyes when I reopened them he had vanished but his body was still in me.  I could not see him but I could feel it and was in ecstasy at the moment of climax.  My attacker did not stop after his swelling rush of liquid but rather kept on taking my ass again and again and again.  I lost all interest in time, and as he banged me harder and more often I felt a gushing from my own cock as I came.  My dick unloaded on me and the bed, and I managed to work a hand to capture some of it for my own tasting. 

 

Several more thrust of me made my own cock tingle and grow again and as he exploded for a fourth time I felt my own cock begin to pulse and seconds later a second wave erupted this time splashing me under my chin and on my chest more than the bed.  Once more I fingered it into my own mouth and after I had taken in all of it he came a fifth time.  Then he began to really get serious fucking me.  I was being rocked back and forth when all of a sudden I was lifted in mid thrust off the bed and held above it and the floor as I felt his cock deepen even more in me.  My arms flapped as did my head from the power behind my attacker’s sexual tryst with me.  When his now red hot cock began to swell once more I felt myself screaming for him to cum in my ass, which he did in such a violent way that I felt it flow as I was being bashed in mid air.  Suddenly I was tossed backwards and throw the air coming down hard on the wooden floor. 

 

The force of the action knocked me out and all I know is that when I awoke the room was black as midnight and coldly silent.  I wobbled up and being a bit woozy stumbled back towards the bed and then after resting face down for a second I began to try to see if he were near me.

 

A tingling sensation came over me just then and though it was dark, I could sense someone near me.  I took it that it was the man from before and reach out to touch him, but what I felt was cold almost stone like features and skin.  I cried out, “Are you him?”

 

In the darkness of the room a voice returned, “We are they who came before you, many are we and desire you we do.  We will see to your needs afterwards.”

 

Suddenly hands covered my entire body and I felt myself lifted and touched and fondled and tormented all at the same time.  My cock twisted madly in a painful direction and my balls were squeezed to where I ached as my nipples were gnawed by cold sharp teeth and mouths.  I felt claws grip my wrist and ankles and hands with cold fingers take my thighs and open me wide.  A mouth met mine for a second then a cock my first came popping me.  I could feel its icy cold silky tip on my lips as it was shoved in and when a hand took my head I found what it means to be face fucked.  Then came one in my ass that large and cold and it was more of pain to take in than before, yet as this event unfolded I began to grow needful of more.

 

I felt as if I drifted across the room and all through the house.  I was floating and fucking at the same time and in the pitch darkness I could see nothing at all.  The orgy of my body went until I felt ten different entries into my ass and twice that in my mouth.  Each was a different presence that I could tell, and each wet for a very long time.  When the last cock had exploded in my ass I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

 

I awoke in darkness and cold and the surface I felt was stone not wood.  I felt around and could sense steps and slowly I crawled along them downward and it was if I were being driven to do so.  Inside my heart I wanted more, but something was sending me away at that moment.  It took me such a very long time to reach the basin and see the half moonlit night.  I struggled to find the opening and I left naked flopping out and into the cool water.  I splashed in it by mistake and then on purpose as I slowly worked my way back home. 

 

It took me until the first light of dawn to reach my house.  When I did I found it dark and uninviting so I entered quietly through the back door and made my way to my bed.  I was almost crawled up in it when my mother turned over to spy me.  She was in my bed naked, drunk and looking very horny as I crawled up beside her.  She turned over and blurted out, “You finally come home from your day of playing?”

 

I sort of snuggled my cold damp body next to her for a second which woke her a bit more.  Then I cooed out, “Sorry I was late mom, I had a big day.”

 

Yes she was drunk and maybe even a bit more than normal, but suddenly her eyes lit up as the first light of day peaked in my curtain and said, “Wow you must be glad to see me or is that your thumb in my ass?”

 

I didn’t realize I was still hard, and I had been that way almost all day.  I felt her soft ass cheeks flow along my cock head as I replied, “Well you do look real pretty mom.”

She turned over and as her mouth opened mine was drawn or should I say pulled to it and a second later my cock entered her pussy fully.  I fucked her until the alarm rang, and came in her twice.  She was so hot afterwards that she called in sick and then took me to the tub to bathe and then fuck her again.  Along about noon she pulled me out the back door and onto the soft warm grass in the back yard and told me, “I want you to mount me and ride me like a horse.”

 

When I did it this was the first time I saw her as more than my mom, I almost wanted her as my wife at times during that wild sexual session.  Then after I came in her I knew why it had happened.  I felt the desire to return with her to the house in the woods. 

 

As she sucked my dick clean I began to plan how I would lure her there.  If you want to hear more, you’ll have to wait.