Harlots Must Be Punished
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Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow, and their cute little nipples were quivering.
Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick rubbing against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on- lookers, she was so wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his ass, and one of them found his hard cock.
Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand, because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little pussy."
Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft.
"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape.
"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a very beautiful girl, Bill."
Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead.
"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"
Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."
Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight, she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open mouth.
"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just eat them up."
"And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until they come."
Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch the kids."
Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much.
Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great ass! Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and fuck like a mink."
Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"
Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress was all about.
She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting what's left over--"
She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.
"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--"
He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now."
She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body, remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better a full-sized prick would be.
Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased anus.
On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going to come--going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"
And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah, your prick is hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as big as Daddy's cock--but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother--ahhh!"
Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to take him inside.
Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.
Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good.
Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and along her throat to shower from her open mouth.
But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on, the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.
He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since he stopped screwing her.
Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched at discarded clothing and got the hell out of the house. She waited for what seemed an eternity, clutching her robe about a body that had suddenly turned shameful. Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each other; somebody in the other house had stared at them while they made oral love, as they writhed naked and panting upon her son's bed. Someone had watched them, but who? Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe...
She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the preparation in order to keep her mind away from what she had been doing the rest of the day--sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his young son. It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own husband, but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of food and kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the summer. From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina cast sidelong...
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Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. "Never thought I'd be discussing my husband's sexual prowess--or lack of same--with you, Regina. But here we sit, getting loaded and I'm not ripping your eyes out. In fact, I'm kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm excited, too. It's all so wild and crazy." Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand. Stella's skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She said,...
She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on them; the shock might have been too great for all concerned. Regina had wanted to do it, very much. She had balanced for a ragged moment upon the precipice, needing to just leap naked into a tangle with Stella and Bill, and to drag in Chuck, also. But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not yet. There could have been complications--guilt and shock and embarrassment. Backing away, she had saved them all that, spared them the...
Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital misstep to her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she did so. After two recent ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more that night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for him. "It was a shock, really--feeling his prick enter my pussy for the first time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll see very soon. That didn't make much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge that he was...
They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and listening avidly to every word they said. It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him crouching there...
Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a vast difference this time. Now she wasn't screwing anyone; she was crouching in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the bathroom into her bedroom. Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale, but with a set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry this event through to the finish. Regina's heart beat very fast, with him and for him, and her fingernails dug into the wood of the...
They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy martinis, and the stereo going softly in the background. Regina looked around at the way Bill had helped her arrange the couches facing each other, with nothing in between. It looked good; in fact, it looked perfect, and she was happy to know where the two girls were--over at a friend's house for the night. The boys would be watching from over there somewhere, through an opening left in the window curtains. She glanced that way now, and knew...
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Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy. "Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in you--let go my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh Mom, Mom! She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into her clenching pussy, when her...
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“Mum, I don’t need Nellie to check up on me,” Daniel bleated.Maggie looked steadfastly at her sixteen-year-old step-son. “Yes, you do. Your sister will phone daily and pop-in a few times a week just to check you are Ok.” After a moment she added firmly, “And that the house is Ok. Understood?”Maggie was actually Daniel’s step-sister and both had been adopted when under a year-old, but the whole family ignored that fact and saw themselves as mum, son, and daughter.Daniel said a reluctant, “OK,...
SpankingAs the classical music reaches its crescendo, I lower myself from pointe and dip into a perfect ballerina's curtsey, spreading my voluminous tutu beneath me as the crowd roars with rapturous applause. "Three cheers for the birthday girl!" Stuart yells from the audience, making me blush as I stand back up. "Hip hip!" Stuart yells. "Hooray!" The crowd enthusiastically responds. "Everybody, please," I say, cringing with embarrassment. "Hip hip!" Stuart yells again. "Hooray!"...
I take a deep breath as I pin the translucent white veil to my elaborately-styled hair, before draping it over my immaculately made-up face. I fidget a bit in my dress, causing the voluminous strapless creation to rustle, especially as I adjust the low-cut sweetheart neckline. I nervously tap my feet in my low-heeled shoes (Low-heeled as my fianc? is only a couple of inches taller than me), before a call from the next room tell me that it is, at long last, showtime. I grab the bouquet of f...
Charlotte stared out the bus window as the rain pelted against the glass. As the blue and white Ulsterbus trundled its way up the hill from the Ballygawley roundabout, she thought of her weekend with Fiona.They’d spent most of the rest of the weekend in bed once they got home from the shopping and drinking trip. She blushed at the memory of having left the room to go for a pee and, wearing only a tee-shirt, she’d met Tara in the hall with a boy she’d brought home. She’d felt the boy running his...
NovelsAs she walks in the front door, the chef glances up at her, and returns to cooking. It's a fast paced style of cooking called "teppenyaki", where the chef is surrounded on three sides by a very hot table to cook on, which are surrounded by another table for the customers to eat at, which are, in turn, surrounded by stools for the customers to sit on. Adam needs to add a lot of style and flair to his cooking to keep the customers entertained while listening for the customers to tell him what...
Many thanks to Dawnj for editing and general advice. Any mistakes are mine. ***** December 24. As usual, the firm was about to close for the festive season. The presses would be stopped for the time being and even the proofreaders went home without a text and a deadline. The entire staff had gathered in the canteen, and Mr March, the big boss himself, handed out the Christmas boxes to all staff. To all staff present, that is – Charlotte Tenson, his secretary and general dogsbody, wasn’t...