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The three of them sat in a corner of the temple, intent on isolation. They'd arrived three days ago and still not spoken to anyone. The Mycenean women were beginning to grumble about what they viewed as snobbishness from these newcomers from Sais.
Cyprian tried to remind the disgruntled women that they, too, were shy at first. Arapotep dismissed Cyprian impatiently.
"They don't even look at anyone to acknowledge that we're all human beings! Do they think just because they have a slave that they're better than we are?"
Cyprian chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "Ara, I recall that you kept your robes wrapped tightly around you for nearly a week before you deigned to talk to us!"
The other women laughed in recognition of the Ara's previous haughtiness. The memory was especially funny now because of Arapotep's reputation as an especially enthusiastic rejoicer at their evening celebrations.
"But you did not cease to celebrate when I arrived as we have done for these three," Ara countered. "I am restless with stifled desire - it is unnatural to live as we have been for their benefit!" Murmurs of agreement were heard among the women.
Cyprian nodded. "Yes, I know you're right. We cannot continue to let the evenings pass without our enjoyment. Let us resume our festivities!"
The women clapped gleefully, immediately hugging one another with delight. Arapotep, victorious and strong, walked toward Cyprian, who saw the mischief on her face.
"I want to express my gratitude for your sage decision," she said softly. Cyprian had always been fascinated by Arapotep's large breasts. As she moved toward her now, her steps sent tremors through them as they swayed slightly under her diaphanous gown. Cyprian never hid her desire for any woman and was therefore certain that Ara knew of her hunger for motherly teats.
"Suckle me, my child," Arapotep instructed as she pulled an enormous mammary from the halter of her gown. She was indeed old enough to be Cyprian's mother but the desire between the women transcended familial definitions.
Cyprian felt weak as the big, dark nipple skimmed her lips. Her tongue lapped at it instinctively. Arapotep groaned and stuffed as much of her fleshy orb into Cyprian's mouth as she could.
As Cyprian sucked like a starving baby, Ara slowly lowered herself to sit on a stair near the fountain where they stood. Once she was seated, she positioned Cyprian so the younger woman lay with her head on Arapotep's lap, her body stretched along the step. Ara's bountiful tit sat on Cyprian's face, nearly covering it. Cyprian suckled quietly, vaguely sensing the watchful interest from the other women.
Ara pulled the halter supporting her other mammary and scooped out another amazing hunk of titty flesh. Cyprian felt it swipe the top of her head as Ara wagged it suggestively at the ogling women.
"Who else would like to feast at my bosom?" Ara asked. Cyprian's blood raced at the prospect of sucking tit flesh with another women, and big, meaty tit flesh at that! Persephone, a well-endowed maiden herself, came forward and wordlessly copied Cyprian's supine position, then hungrily gobbled Ara's nurturing teat. Their host gasped with pleasure.
Cyprian was suddenly struck by her own obsession for a handful of breast to match her mouthful. How she loved an abundance of tits! She sucked and licked wildly at Ara but now released her grip on Ara's soft mound on her face. She raised her hands overhead and groped for Persephone's ripe young melons. Persephone stifled a small squeal in the back of her throat and arched her back in response to Cyprian's touch.
"Oh, yes, Cyprian. Massage Persephone while you suck me."
While Cyprian rubbed and sucked at the luscious titmeat that surrounded her, she observed the approach of other women. In moments, soft hands slid her gown up past her thighs, then parted her legs. The musky scent of her shaved venus mons wafted through the air briefly before a probing tongue expertly wound its way among her moist, private folds. The tongue lapped and sucked at her precious juices. Then, it frigged the crown of her venus mons, the center of her pleasure.
The touch was so perfect, Cyprian already dripped with sweet gratitude thanks to all the big, full breasts in her mouth and hands - she gave herself to the will of the gods, exploding with spastic release, her cries stifled by Arapotep's mammoth tit in her mouth.
She heard the moans and cries of others, too, amidst the lapping and sucking as women gorged themselves on succulent venus mons and ripe titty. The whole temple smelled like the wet, aroused flower of female life.
"Cyprian!" Arapotep commanded loudly.
Cyprian, dazed from her intense orgasm, sat up slowly and looked at the older woman with some wariness. Ara's tone frightened Persephone, who pulled away from her suckling at the grand breast. The other women broke off into separate groups and continued to feast at the bodies they had craved for three days.
Arapotep rose from her place on the stair and extended her hand to Cyprian, who accepted it and moved closer. Ara, standing now at the top of the stairs at the highest place of worship, placed her hands on Cyprian'' shoulders. Cyprian took the cue to kneel two stairs below the woman.
Ara stood with her legs apart, and lifted her gown to reveal her large venus mons covered with thick, dark hair. Cyprian's own succulence swelled with a new wave of expectation as she prepared her mouth to show devotion at the sacred V of Arapotep.
She needed no provocation other than the sight of Ara's hairy richness. What an honor to eat the venus mons of this mother figure! Cyprian nuzzled into the aromatic thicket before burrowing into the engorged, slippery lips.
She had eaten at the hot, steamy center of Arapotep before. She knew how Ara loved to have her venus mons pulled wide open to expose her deep pink labia and tantalizing hole. Her pleasure center would grow hard like an acorn when she knew her beautiful privates were on display.
Cyprian glanced upward as Ara began to thrust her pelvis forward and back in tandem with Cyprian's licking. The movement made her huge breasts sway and bounce against each other. Cyprian immediately began to finger herself at the site of those jiggling titties and the feel of the hairy wetness smearing all over her face.
As she ate Ara with gusto and tried to catch glimpses of those nipples dancing overhead, she stuck her exposed ass into the air so that the three newcomers could see her playing with her hot, swollen venus mons. She wanted them to watch the thick lips of her labia move sensuously around her busy fingers. Like Ara, she too loved to be watched; it was the reason she kept her venus mons free of hair.
Ara's moans indicated she was soon to take her pleasure. Her big, hard pleasure center twitched ever so slightly under Cyprian's skillful tongue. Feminine cream suddenly shot onto Cyprian's nose and cheeks as Ara praised the gods aloud. Ara's body shook in surrender while she stood, grinding her spasming sex into Cyprian's grateful face.
Then, as usual, Arapotep pulled away suddenly. Cyprian was left kneeling, still licking the juice of the gods from her lips. Ara walked away, a distant look on her face, as if she was unaware of Cyprian. Cyprian knew the woman was in need of replenishment and would now rest on the tiny mat in her small chambers.
Cyprian watched her go then remembered the three novices. She turned around to look at them. The fertile-looking Jewish slave sat on the floor with the twins behind her. The younger women's view of the festivities was partially blocked by the slave. Cyprian, drunk with sex, walked over to the isolated little threesome.
"Hello. I am Cyprian. The others and I welcome you to our temple." She tried to be gracious but was very much distracted by Sarrah's large, naked breasts.
"I am Sarrah," the slave replied, with a throaty voice that appealed to Cyprian. "Thank you but I don't think these activities are suitable for the eyes of my young ladies," Sarrah replied sternly.
"No harm is being done here. No one is hurt. We are free to enjoy the pleasures available to us while we are prisoners of this temple. We love each other and seek only to bring joy to what would otherwise be a lonely existence."
"The twins I protect have only narrowly escaped the lewd and threatening advances of the evil King Nebuchadnezzar. They must grow up pure!" Sarrah insisted. Her tits trembled as she spoke so vehemently.
Cyprian knelt before her, slightly closer than necessary. Sarrah had a deep, rich aroma: a heady blend of frankincense and femininity.
"How do you suppose your young charges feel about your bare, bounteous breasts hanging in their faces all day?" she whispered, gingerly tracing the aureole of one of Sarrah's heavy melons.
The woman lost her ability to speak and looked at her caressor with fear, gratitude and lust. Her silence encouraged Cyprian to take both breasts in hand and tweak the nipples.
As Sarrah slowly melted in Cyprian's hands, the ritual wine tasting began only a few paces away. Three of the youngest women ushered a nubile, shy slave up to the small platform. There, they turned her on her head, which made the slave giggle.
One woman anchored her to the ground by embracing her at her chest, holding her tiny titties in her hand and squeezing now and then. Another woman raised a small urn into the air while the other held the slave's hips steady and instructed the slave to open her legs.
Once the slave's thighs were spread wide, the woman at her hips used one hand to cleave open the entrance to her sweet venus mons. Once the opening was made, the woman with the urn poured the contents of the vessel into the deep recesses of the slave's juicy flower.
Much applause ensued and the slave squealed and wiggled with delight as the wine sloshed about inside her. A hollow bamboo stick was inserted into her soft hole and one by one, women sucked and drank the ambrosial wine from the loins of the lovely slave.
The twins watched the scene with rapt attention. Once the wine was gone, they returned their focus to Sarrah, who now lay on the floor, moaning as Cyprian straddled her face, facing the twins. She had two handfuls of Sarrah's glorious tit flesh as she ground her dripping, hairless privates into the Jewish slave's slurping mouth.
"Ladies, have you ever seen the magnificent venus mons of your protector?" Cyprian asked the twins breathlessly as Sarrah ate her out.
The twins, eyes like saucers, shook their heads mutely.
"Sarrah, spread your legs for your young charges," Cyprian purred. Sarrah did not hesitate. Her meaty thighs opened slowly.
Tefnut, the more adventurous of the twins, ventured forward first. She touched the glistening lips of her protector and ran her finger along the length of the woman's luscious folds.
Her sister, Nephthys, followed suit, but in her naivete, poked a finger directly into Sarrah's drenched, creamy opening. Sarrah yelped in response and Nephthys drew her hand back in fear.
Tefnut continued stroking but turned to her sister with a calm, purposeful look. "Don't stop. I think she liked it."
Nephthys slid a finger into Sarrah's wetness and it became clear that Sarrah did indeed like it. With youthful reasoning, she assumed more was better and slid in a second finger and then a third until her whole hand pumped away at Sarrah's succulence.
Tefnut had located Sarrah's pleasure button and frigged it wildly. As she watched Sarrah writhe with pleasure, watched her sister's fist emerge and disappear into the slippery slit that oozed with juice, Tefnut began to finger herself in the same way she touched Sarrah. Soon, her busy fingers frigged two swollen love buttons.
When her sister saw Tefnut's pleasure, she, too, placed her hand between her own legs. She found her own wet hole and stuffed her hand inside, calling out as it filled her.
Cyprian watched the twins and could control her lust no longer. As they fingered their own lovely centers and gave pleasure to their slave woman, Cyprian surrendered to Sarrah's agile tongue between her soft thighs. She unraveled and screamed out her passion, bucking and jiggling on Sarrah's face.
Tefnut was next. The tiny veins in her neck stood out and her eyes grew large as she trembled and let the waves of sublime pleasure undulate through her body. Nephthys, frightened by her sister's reaction, froze with her hands inside herself and Sarrah. She stared alternately at Tefnut and Cyprian.
Sarrah's venus mons twitched and spasmed - it was clear she was on the precipice of eruption. But Cyprian used the pause created by Nephthys to postpone Sarrah's joy a bit longer.
She clapped twice at one of the slave women who instantly produced a large phallus. The straps dangled as the slave handed it to Cyprian.
Cyprian got to her feet and tied the smooth, mahogany phallus to her slim hips. She shot a steady but gentle look at the twins.
"Dear little Nephthys," she grinned at the girl. "You keep your hand inside Sarrah just as you have. Tefnut, would you stand at Sarrah's head and pull her legs up and toward you?"
The twins obeyed without complaint. Sarrah lay helpless and nearly insane with desire as Nephthys' fist fidgeted in her hole and Tefnut pulled her legs up over her head.
Cyprian knelt before the inflamed venus mons with Nephthys' little hand twisting and pumping. She paused while the same slave who gave her the phallus now poured a rose-scented unction over it. The phallus was intricately carved to portray the veins, head and shaft of its human model.
The twins watched closely as Cyprian eased the tip of the phallus into the waiting sphincter just below Nephthys' wrist. As it slid in slowly, Sarrah moaned louder and louder. When it had sunk deeply inside, Cyprian began to thrust it into the wide-hipped Jewish slave. In less than a minute, Sarrah contorted and screamed at the intensity of both sacred orifices being reamed at once.
Cyprian pulled the phallus out slowly, instructing Nephthys to do likewise. Tefnut instinctively knew to release the ankles of her protector, gradually bringing the legs up and then lowering them to the floor. Sarrah, completely spent, fell asleep almost immediately.
"You both became women today," Cyprian said affectionately to the awestruck twins. "How fortunate you are to have each other now to explore and pleasure further," she added, caressing their small, budding breasts before she walked away.
No one saw her disappear. The festivities were in full swing and she knew she would not be missed until morning. She hated to leave but she had a mission to accomplish.
She arrived at noon, as the sun beat mercilessly on the dry soil and dusty ruins of the buried temple. She surreptitiously watched as the lone female excavator scraped carefully at the indiscernible objects around her.
The Akrotiri Peninsula was far enough away from the busy town of Hania to preclude the possibility of encountering any tourists. Most the area was off-limits to those without research credentials, anyway. The glistening Sea of Crete sparkled less than a kilometer away.
The excavator's white blouse stuck to her skin with perspiration. Her short but shaggy black hair hung in semi-saturated waves on her head. In one hand, she held the dark phallus Cyprian had inserted into Sarrah.
The woman examined the phallus, strapless now with the passage of many centuries. A slow grin spread over her face. She put down her other small tools and stepped away from the spot she'd occupied probably for hours. Holding the phallus to the sunlight, she stroked it reverently. Cyprian noticed she had cleaned it thoroughly.
The woman walked only a few paces, over to a large blanket that lay open near her Jeep. Still grasping the phallus, she unbuttoned her shirt, then removed it and her bra. Cyprian stood nearby but out of sight.
Quickly, the woman's shorts and panties lay in a pile with her shirt and bra. She stood naked in the brilliant sunlight. Her body was somewhat boyish: small breasts, flat stomach, not a significant difference between waist and hips. But she exuded a powerful sexuality that made Cyprian's blood race. There was no doubt that she was destined to know the sacred phallus.
The woman lowered herself onto the blanket and sat holding the phallus to her face. Then, she lightly traced a line with the hard object from her cheek, down her neck, over her chest and breastbone, past her stomach, until she reached the fluffy dark hair between her legs.
She sat facing Cyprian and yet did not see her. But Cyprian saw her as she rubbed the tip of the phallus over her thick lips and love button. The woman's legs were wide open with anticipatory pleasure. At last, the phallus sunk into the woman's hungry venus mons, which devoured nearly all of it.
The woman arched her back and groaned as she pumped herself with the hard replica of the male organ.
Cyprian approached, stopping just short of the blanket. Her presence jarred the woman out of her preoccupation. Cyprian watched the woman's eyes widen at the unexpected visitor in strange, flowing robes. But the pumping phallus did not cease its repeated plunging into her sweet, moist flower.
"Yes, that's right. Don't stop," Cyprian urged quietly, knowing the woman was no longer in control of her own actions. Everything came from the phallus now.
"I am Cyprian. What is your name?"
"Beth," the woman gasped between thrusts.
"How beautiful you look, pleasuring yourself with the sacred phallus that once gave so many women such joy! Another world awaits those who have tasted this joy."
That said, she stood directly over Beth, one foot on either side of the Woman's torso. Lifting her robes, she exposed her juicy, smooth venus mons for Beth to see from the ground. She slid her hand around her fleshy lips and over her hard little clitoris while Beth watched rapturously.
When Cyprian could see that Beth was near release, she inserted her whole hand inside herself, hoping such excess would satisfy her wild lust. She was not allowed to touch Beth until the phallus had pleased its wet, throbbing host.
Beth screamed with pleasure, her body quaking with what seemed to be years of stored pleasure. How happy Beth would be at the temple!
Cyprian's venus mons clutched at her hand as she watched Beth undulate at the spell of the phallus. Her orgasm gripped her and she stood strong as her release threatened to destroy her balance.
As Beth lay naked and spent in the Cretan sunshine, she still held the phallus firmly in her hand by her side. Cyprian reached down and pried it gently from the woman's hand. She then helped Beth get to her feet.
Without warning, she flung the phallus into the ruins. Beth protested and searched Cyprian's face in confusion.
"It has done its work. It must remain with the temple where it draws its strength," she explained. Beth's anger seemed to abate.
Cyprian took Beth's hand. "A place awaits you that you will never wish to leave. I can take you there," she smiled.
"I can't leave! I have work to finish here, a grant to fulfill. What kind of place are you talking about?"
Cyprian loved the fire in this woman! It would be a delightful challenge to persuade her.
"The journey will take you to new places in history. You will see things that will explain and even enhance your work!" She took Beth's face in her hands and kissed her deeply, probing the recesses of her mouth with her tongue. "And you will know pleasure far greater than any you've ever known before."
She felt the resistance in Beth's body melt away. Beth nodded silently, resigned suddenly to Cyprian's will.
The two women walked toward the temple, slowly disappearing with each step. Cyprian hoped they would arrive in time for the evening's festivities.
seriously, the only way i'd go to a Mozilla party is with a quality set of brass knucks. Manray is indeed a reputed goth-fag hideout, and even worse than the goth fags are the geeks who think that wearing black t-shirts and jeans makes them "dark" and like to play goth-dressup on the weekends.
hey cumsnifter, the "2" in "CO2" is a subscript, not a fucking superscript. what, are you trying to fucking square oxygen? jesus. and thanks to your gayer-than-a-trillion-rainbows lameness filter i can't even type "CO2" correctly to rub your nose in the shit that is your writing.
not all foreign cars run on rice alcohol; BMW's run on Jagermeister or lager, Peugeots and Renaults run on brie, and Ferraris like nothing more than a few litres of cheap chianti. there are plenty of alternatives to Texas Tea-fueled behemoths.
i keep waiting for a delisting, but much like the open source movement itself, it keeps dragging itself along despite being, for all practical purposes, dead. oh well, at least i didn't waste any money on the stock...
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I suppose my life was fairly good, at eighteen I had a good job, which at that time was a miracle, enough money to keep me in fashion clothes wise, parents who loved me, and boys fawning over me. Having boys and men humming around me like bees was something I liked, not that I always gave them what they wanted, I wasn't that easy you know, but it was flattering to be in such demand. It was cheap too as I never went Dutch, if a man wanted to go out with me he paid for it, sometimes he got a return on his investment, sometimes he didn't, just like the stock market there was always a risk and I knew that I had something they wanted and used it to full advantage, mine of course.
As for my home life I had no complaints there, neither of my parents were overbearing, they were proud of my achievements and always encouraged me in whatever I did. Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and events we rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy and didn't give her much time to pry into my sexual activities. Her one wish was that I would find a 'nice' man and settle down, but it was not one of my priorities in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the better I liked it. I was actually closer to my father than my mother, at fifty he was still an active and, according to the girls I worked with, an attractive man, naturally I had never looked at him this way.
My father had taken early retirement after a fortuitous win on the pools and spent his time either at golf, gardening or in DIY projects; when he wasn't involved in any of these he'd be curled up with a book. Very early on I had found that it was easier to talk to my father about my problems than to my mother, especially when I became aware of sex, mum would 'um' and 'ah' about the subject whereas dad would give a straight answer if he could, I soon found myself confiding my secrets in him and though he tutted at some of the things I did he always did it with a grin. Maybe we were closer than most fathers and daughters, I don't know, but if I had a problem I at least knew who I could turn to for a sympathetic ear.
One evening I went out with a dishy guy from the office, mum had gone off to one of her clubs before I went out and dad was reading in the living room when I left. The early part of the evening went quite well, the guy took me to a posh restaurant and I had just about decided to let him have me as a reward when the idiot went and blew it. Right there at the table he slipped a hand under the table and tried to get his hand under my skirt, dishy he may have been, but I was not having that, not in public and not without a little preliminary courting first. What had started out as a pleasant evening ended with me slapping him round the face and storming out of the restaurant, the worst part was that I was feeling randy and had actually been looking forward to letting him take me back to his place for some fun. When I got home dad was still in the living room, he looked up as I entered, smiled, frowned then laid his book to one side.
"Want to talk about it Virginia?" he asked.
"Is it that obvious?" I sighed.
"Only to your old Da'." He grinned.
So I sat down and told him about what had happened, he laughed then patted my knee.
"I suppose he was so used to women swooning over him that it never occurred to him that one would say no." Dad laughed.
"If he'd played his cards right," I grinned, "he would have got what he wanted anyway, I'd just made up my mind when he went and spoilt it."
"What a silly boy," dad grinned, "but I can't really blame him you know, you are too pretty for your own good my love, the temptation gets too much sometimes, after all that's all we men are good for isn't it."
"Oh dad," I laughed, "you do have one or two other uses."
After talking with my father I felt a hell of a lot better though no less randy, the prospect of playing with my vibrator did not please me, but it was too late to find another decent date so it looked as though I was left with little choice. It was just after nine and I knew that my mother would be out until one in the morning or even later so at least I could let myself go, I hated having to hold back my cries so that my mother wouldn't hear them, dad just laughed when he heard the noise coming from my room and ribbed me about it later on. With a sigh I got to my feet and headed towards the living room door.
"BZZZZ." Dad laughed.
Poking my tongue out at him I went off to my room, it took me only a few minutes to get undressed, it took longer to decide which of my vibrators to use, but in the end I settled for a ten incher and lay back on my bed to enjoy myself as best I could. It really wasn't my night, I'd played with my large tits, fingered my pussy and was getting a good high from the vibrator when the damned thing died on me, with a little whimper of frustration I grabbed one of the others out of my cupboard only to find that the batteries were dead. Needing to get off I flopped on the bed and dug my fingers into my burning pussy, with fast, almost desperate strokes I tried to make myself climax, but it just wasn't happening, even tweaking my clit did no good and I felt tears of frustration running down my cheeks as I frigged myself desperately.
"OH DAMN!" I cursed pulling my fingers from my pussy, "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!"
There was a knock at my bedroom door followed by my father's voice asking if I was all right, throwing a robe around myself I called out to him to enter. My pussy felt as though it was on fire as my father stepped into the room, he noted the vibrator I had thrown aside lying near the door and stooped to pick it up. He was wearing a dressing gown and it flapped open a little to reveal his cock hanging between his legs for a moment.
"The modern marvel not doing the job?" he asked laying the thing on my dressing table and adjusting his gown.
"The bloody things broken and the damned batteries have died in all the others!" I said in frustration, "Fuck it!"
"Come on Ginnie," dad said soothingly, "calm down."
"I wish I bloody could." I retorted.
"Listen," dad smiled, "I've just run a bath, you hop into it and relax, I think you need it more than I do."
"Its not a flaming bath I need." I muttered.
Dad must have heard me because he grinned, I squirmed a little on the bed to try and ease the heat of my pussy, my robe flapped apart without me realising it and my father drew in a sharp breath. Oblivious to the fact that I was displaying my body to him I saw him lick his lips then turn his eyes away from me, thinking I had offended him in some way I stood up which made my robe flap around me, but I didn't notice it.
"Dad," I said quietly as I touched his shoulder, "are you all right?"
He turned his head and nodded, his eyes were unusually wide and his breathing seemed a little fast to me, through the burning of my pussy I was concerned that he was coming down with something. His eyes turned away from me again and I heard him take a shuddering breath then sigh.
"Go and have that bath love." He said in a voice that sounded unsteady.
I turned to do as he asked knowing full well that I'd not get any relaxation from anything until I had at least one orgasm, it was then that I noticed that my robe was hanging open and it dawned on me why my father had suddenly started acting so strangely. A sudden thrill of excitement ran through me that brought me near to a climax, it shocked me to think that I could get turned on at the thought that my father had been able to see my naked body, it was an even bigger shock to realise that he had been turned on by what he'd seen. The next moment a pair of hands came under my arms and cupped my tits, I gasped and froze as my father pulled the material of the robe to one side and began to play with my nipples, a moment later he turned me towards the bed and leant me over it. His breathing was harsh in my ear as he tugged my robe up over my back, then his hands were back on my tits and something hard yet soft was pushing at my burning pussy, my pent up orgasm ripped through me as his cock surged into me in one motion, I cried out and shook in his grasp.
"Oh daddy," I gasped in a weak voice, "no!"
Whether he heard me or not didn't seem to make any difference, like a man possessed he began to fuck me with heavy thrusts that literally drove me wild, all thoughts of who was doing me went out of my head as he drove me to another orgasm. I must have been crying out to him to stop, I'm sure I was, but all I was really aware of was the pleasure I was getting from his long hard prick as it slid in and out of my pussy. Explosions of ecstasy hit me like a solid blow, my knees buckled under me, but my father's strong hands at my tits and his cock in my pussy stopped me from falling to the floor. Then I heard him groan and felt him push hard into me, his cock digging deep into my body as a hot glow spread inside me, it was his seed filling me with its heat and I cried out from the sheer bliss it was giving to me; my body shaking uncontrollably against him as he leant over my back making deep sounds in his throat. A few moments later he pulled his prick from my pussy and lowered me down to the bed, twisting my head around I looked up at him, tears of sheer pleasure were streaming down my cheeks, but my father must have thought the tears were for another reason and it snapped him back to himself. His face went deathly pale as he stared down at me, I knew that he could see his juices starting to leak from my pussy as he took a step away from where I lay trembling in post orgasmic bliss.
"Oh Jesus...what have I done!" dad gasped.
With shame and guilt written in his eyes my father turned and ran from the room, I would have followed him immediately, but my legs felt rubbery and I was still shaking like a leaf from the excitement inside me. Maybe if I had followed him that would have been the end of the matter, but as I lay there recovering I was thinking about what had happened. I'd been raped by my own father yet I had enjoyed it so much I'd had more than one orgasm, by God he had fucked me better than most of my recent lovers and he'd been hurrying at that. As I finally managed to sit up I realised that I was getting randy again and the only reason there could be for this was the thought of my father fucking me, it was all that was filling my mind, I felt ashamed of myself for the sudden desire I had for him to fuck me again, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen.
Getting off the bed I let my robe slip off my shoulders, stark naked I stepped out into the hall and hesitated, I was unsure where my father had gone until I heard sounds coming from my parent's bedroom so I headed that way. The door was open and I could see my father, still in his gown though now it was hanging open as he sat on the edge of the double bed with his face in his hands, whatever he may have been feeling his cock was of a different mind as it lay in his lap looking half erect. Quietly I stepped into the room and closed the door, my father didn't seem to notice my entrance and I stood there for a moment watching him in his remorse. He must have been going over and over what had happened for his shoulders were sagging ever lower, yet at the same time his cock was growing harder, and even as I stood watching it began to stand to attention.
"Dad?" I said softly with desire burning hotly inside me.
"I'm sorry Virginia," he sobbed without raising his face from his hands, "I don't know what the hell came over me."
I don't think he was even aware that his gown was wide open or his cock was erect let alone that I was standing there in the nude, crossing to the bed I knelt in front of him and leant against his legs.
"You must hate me for what I've done." My father sighed.
There was only one way to show him that I didn't hate him at all, at the same time I would satisfy the burning desire in me. Smiling softly to myself I pushed his shoulders until he was lying back on the bed, I stood up and straddled his body before he could realise what was happening. His hands fell to his side as I thrust down on him, taking his whole cock into my pussy in one go, his red, teary eyes went wide and his mouth opened in dismay as I leant forward onto his chest.
"VIRGINIA!" He cried.
"Daddy?" I smiled at him.
I think he was so shocked that he couldn't respond, leaning down I kissed him gently and felt him stiffen then relax, as I sat there with his cock buried deep inside me I felt happy and wildly excited. His cock filled my pussy to stretching point and though I was not moving on him just the feel of him inside me was pushing me towards a climax.
"God Ginnie," dad gasped when I raised my head again, "what are you doing?"
"I'm fucking you" I grinned, "what does it look like I'm doing."
"But..." He gaped at me, "For God's sake, I raped you!"
"Did you?" I sighed as I started to move on his cock, "I thought you were giving me just what I needed and God did I need to be fucked!"
"But..." He tried to speak.
Delicious thrills were running through me as his cock slid in and out of my pussy as I rode him slowly, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be too far gone in my pleasure to think let alone talk so I hurried to explain how I felt.
"I admit" I cut across his words, "that it was a shock at first, but the way you made me feel, God the way you made me feel had me climaxing so hard that I could barely breath. You know what a randy bitch I am, how could I resist what you were doing to me? Dad, when you left me I was so high I couldn't move and while I lay there I was thinking about what you'd done to me, I liked it, hell I loved it and thinking about it was getting me all hot in the pussy again. I don't give a damn whether it's illegal or not, whether it's wrong or not, all I want is for you to fuck me and to keep on fucking me."
I fell silent as my passion rose to such a level that I could no longer concentrate enough to form the words, as I had spoken my father had started to move with me, his cock surging up to meet me as I thrust down on him. Then his hands were on my tits, I felt his fingers teasing my nipples and sending me even more over the top.
"Ginnie," dad breathed, "God help me, but I want you as much as you seem to want me."
"Shut...up...and...fuck...me!" I gasped out just before I screamed my way into an orgasm.
Dad's head twisted down as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my orgasm intensified and I flopped helplessly on top of him, my body bucking on his as he continued to slide his prick in my pussy. Then I felt myself falling to one side, his weight coming onto me as his cock thrust back into my pussy and continued thrusting in a deliriously slow stroke that drove me totally crazy. I know I was shouting and swearing, though I haven't a clue what I was saying, blast after delicious blast of ecstasy and bliss exploded through me as my father fucked me in a way I had never been fucked before, he ground his body on mine with each thrust, crushing my clit and increasing my pleasure until I thought I would die. As if from a great distance I heard my father cry out, his body bore down on me mercilessly and a sudden burst of heat filled me as he shot his seed deep inside me, but this time my father didn't pull out of me. Instead he began to thrust again, his cock still hard inside me, his breathing harsh and laboured in my ears as he leant his head on my shoulder. I must have deafened him with my cries of enjoyment, but all it seemed to do was make him fuck me faster and harder than before. Once again he crushed me delightfully with his body, his hot seed flooding into me as he came again, then, after a few slow thrusts, he pulled his slowly shrinking prick from my pussy and rolled off me.
God knows how long we lay there, it seemed ages before I could even comprehend what was around me let alone sit up and take note, but at last our bodies recovered and we sat up. I hugged my father to thank him for giving me so much satisfaction.
"We must do this again." I sighed happily.
"Give me half an hour and we will." Dad said quietly.
"Oh no, I didn't mean now!" I gasped looking at him.
Then I laughed as I realised that he was winding me up, he looked as tired and as satisfied as I felt, I knew I would have to return to my own room soon or my mother would catch us together, but I really didn't want to let go of him.
"Did you really mean what you said?" dad asked, "About doing it again that is."
"Whenever you want to." I smiled, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing," dad grinned boyishly, "I was just thinking that I might take you to a restaurant somewhere and shove my hand up your dress under the table."
"If I was in a restaurant with you," I grinned back, "you can be sure I won't be wearing any panties."
A few weeks later my father did take me to a restaurant, one well away from where we lived of course, I wasn't wearing panties and he stuck his hand up my dress under the table, the waiter must have thought I was having a fit when I climaxed as he served the food.
From deep in the dense woods he watched from his car as his victim began undressing. He had been watching her for a week and he developed a longing for her. He stared through his night-vision binoculars as she kicked off her shoes and began one-by-one removing articles of her clothing in front of her huge bedroom window.
His dick was standing straight up like a flagpole. His mouth drooled and his eyes never flinched. He started stroking the binoculars as if they were one of her body parts. He slid his hand down to his knee rubbing back and forth as if he were waiting for something. There it was.
She was in her panties and her bra was being unhooked from the front and tossed on the floor. She tugged at her panties contemplating whether she should take them off. He whispered 'yes' to himself in his fogged up car. He was waiting to see her dark short- haired pussy. He had dreamt of what it looked like and couldn't wait to see it. His thoughts were interrupted when his dick began pounding. All the time he was watching, he was jerking off, and now he was busting a nut all over his hand. He grabbed a towel off of the passenger seat and cleaned himself off. He peeked at his watch. It was 11:45 and she was right on time. She would be in bed any minute. Once the lights were out in her fairytale cottage, he was ready.
Like lighting he was out of his car and inside of her house. He crept up the cream-colored carpet stairs. Her bedroom was at the end of the hall and he could smell her perfume. His Nubian- goddess lay open and unaware behind the door. He could not wait.
He opened and locked the door behind him. He caught a glimpse of her black satin bra and picked it up. He sniffed deeply it smelled like her favorite Curve perfume; he smiled and dropped it back down. He stood over her watching her sleep. He was so hard it felt like his dick was going to explode. He slid the soft cover off of her slowly. That move exposed her body. She was very beautiful. Her hair was jet- black like her skin. She had her right eyebrow, tongue, and belly button pierced. Below the waist she was very thick. He liked that.
Softly he pulled out the handcuffs that he had especially for her because they had African leopard prints on them for his African beauty. He placed them on her hands and as soon as he closed them, she was up. Her eyes showed fear and anger. She let out a scream so loud it shook the walls. He jumped on top of her so he could control her body. He placed a gag over her mouth and kissed the print of her lips when it was fastened. He leaned down to her ear whispered.
"Please don't fight me! I've been watching and protecting you. All I ask for in return, is tonight."
Her body relaxed for the moment. He untied her halter lingerie and slid it down her body down to her toes. He sucked on her cute small feet for a minute and got back on top of her. He stared at her bonded body and became ecstatic. Something told him it was time, time for him to take her.
He tore her panties off of her thighs. Huffing and puffing he fumbled with his belt, trying to open it before his dick exploded from being neglected. He jumped off of her and dropped his pants. He exposed to her his penis that was covered in long smooth Indian hair. She got scared and kicked him but she missed his dick and caught his stomach. He grinned at her attempt and then slapped her.
"See what you made me do! You ungrateful..."
He jumped on top of her, split her legs as far as they could go, and then slipped his condom-covered cock in between her legs. Even though she was gagged she let out a howl of pain. He held on to the top of her shoulders pulling her onto his dick with better control. When she tried to fight him he grabbed her nipples and twisted them. Next he bent down and bit one leaving a deep flesh mark in her rich black skin. He rested his head on her forehead and stared into her eyes. The look of fear excited him beyond compare. He pumped into her harder. His plunging became so violent the headboard shook. It started to bang into the wall forming a slight dent in it. He was pleased at that, but he really wanted to form a dent in her. Unbridle passion took him over. He wanted her more; he needed to fill out her pussy so he started to move his hips in circles.
When he realized she was relaxing he got upset. She was supposed to fight him. She was supposed to be pleading not accepting. He sat up a little and grabbed onto the headboard to give him a better hold inside of her. Once he was in position he rammed his 7'0 fully hard cock into her with enough power that she felt it would plow through her body and come out of her mouth. He kept plowing into her with the same move until he could hear her muffled screams and see her hot tears streaming from her pretty hazel eyes. That's what he was looking for. The look that she gave him was the look he dreamed about for the past week. He knew she was his now and no one would ever fuck her like him. This thought pleased him and he kept plowing into her harder, and harder for a good twenty minutes. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to die.
He pulled out just before he came. He picked up her legs and closed them. He raised them straight up into the air and inserted his cock into her anal. Her body twitched and turned trying to get him out of there. He knew no one had ever fucked her anal and he wanted to be her first. Slowly he dug into her back trying to open the small space. Once he was able to fit all of him into her he started to slam his cock into her ass. He adjusted his back to a comfortable spot, so he could fuck her harder. He leaned in towards her moving her legs with him, so he could get a good glimpse of her face. Her eyes were shut and tears were still coming out of them. Her tits bounced in big circles almost hitting her in the face. He bent in low to her face so he could hear her muffled cries. He was making her body flexible by pushing her legs down so that they touched her nipples. She never stretched her limbs like that and it hurt. She twitched more trying to break free.
"So you want to fight?" he asked digging into her deeper.
He split her legs to reach the handcuffs. He set her hands free in between pumps. She was surprised but quick. She reached up trying to grab him. He was excited and pinned her down. She fought and fought trying to get free. He thought it was a game and counter- acted by shoving his dick into her ass harder and wilder. This was mind blowing to him because he never had it this rough before. He wanted her all, every single drop. She dug her nails into his hands and pushed into her deeper. With her legs split and her hands pinned he had her right where he wanted her. He was shoving and thrusting his cock into her with a fire and rage that was uncontrollable. He wasn't looking at her now but he was listening to her breathing heavy and the headboard banging extremely hard against the wall. Only thing on his mind was to fuck her until she passed out.
Deeper and deeper with swift hard pumps he took over her ass and she wanted more. He let her hands go but not her shoulders. He allowed her to scratch him feeling nothing but pleasure with each stroke. He stared down at her when the scratching had stopped. He felt her hips responding to his thrusting. She was giving into his hunger his need. Even though he wanted a fight, he was satisfied with her performance earlier and he felt it was okay to give her, her satisfaction. He reached down and started playing with her clit. He watched her face fill up with ecstasy knowing she was ready to cum. And she did. All over juices were sliding down her thighs while he was still in her beginning to take his turn to release. His whole body combined with hers. It was one shattering orgasm after another before he pulled out and gushed cum all into the condom.
His wish was answered as he slipped out of her house four hours after he crept in. She made him promise that he would come visit her again, making her his "night prey".
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1. users are revolting all the time;
2. users are best dealt with using a large-caliber handgun.
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keep fighting the good but fundamentally lame fight!!
no problem. i feel lucky everytime Mozilla doesn't crash when i FP.
The three of them sat in a corner of the temple, intent on isolation. They'd arrived three days ago and still not spoken to anyone. The Mycenean women were beginning to grumble about what they viewed as snobbishness from these newcomers from Sais.
Cyprian tried to remind the disgruntled women that they, too, were shy at first. Arapotep dismissed Cyprian impatiently.
"They don't even look at anyone to acknowledge that we're all human beings! Do they think just because they have a slave that they're better than we are?"
Cyprian chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "Ara, I recall that you kept your robes wrapped tightly around you for nearly a week before you deigned to talk to us!"
The other women laughed in recognition of the Ara's previous haughtiness. The memory was especially funny now because of Arapotep's reputation as an especially enthusiastic rejoicer at their evening celebrations.
"But you did not cease to celebrate when I arrived as we have done for these three," Ara countered. "I am restless with stifled desire - it is unnatural to live as we have been for their benefit!" Murmurs of agreement were heard among the women.
Cyprian nodded. "Yes, I know you're right. We cannot continue to let the evenings pass without our enjoyment. Let us resume our festivities!"
The women clapped gleefully, immediately hugging one another with delight. Arapotep, victorious and strong, walked toward Cyprian, who saw the mischief on her face.
"I want to express my gratitude for your sage decision," she said softly. Cyprian had always been fascinated by Arapotep's large breasts. As she moved toward her now, her steps sent tremors through them as they swayed slightly under her diaphanous gown. Cyprian never hid her desire for any woman and was therefore certain that Ara knew of her hunger for motherly teats.
"Suckle me, my child," Arapotep instructed as she pulled an enormous mammary from the halter of her gown. She was indeed old enough to be Cyprian's mother but the desire between the women transcended familial definitions.
Cyprian felt weak as the big, dark nipple skimmed her lips. Her tongue lapped at it instinctively. Arapotep groaned and stuffed as much of her fleshy orb into Cyprian's mouth as she could.
As Cyprian sucked like a starving baby, Ara slowly lowered herself to sit on a stair near the fountain where they stood. Once she was seated, she positioned Cyprian so the younger woman lay with her head on Arapotep's lap, her body stretched along the step. Ara's bountiful tit sat on Cyprian's face, nearly covering it. Cyprian suckled quietly, vaguely sensing the watchful interest from the other women.
Ara pulled the halter supporting her other mammary and scooped out another amazing hunk of titty flesh. Cyprian felt it swipe the top of her head as Ara wagged it suggestively at the ogling women.
"Who else would like to feast at my bosom?" Ara asked.
Cyprian's blood raced at the prospect of sucking tit flesh with another women, and big, meaty tit flesh at that! Persephone, a well-endowed maiden herself, came forward and wordlessly copied Cyprian's supine position, then hungrily gobbled Ara's nurturing teat. Their host gasped with pleasure.
Cyprian was suddenly struck by her own obsession for a handful of breast to match her mouthful. How she loved an abundance of tits! She sucked and licked wildly at Ara but now released her grip on Ara's soft mound on her face. She raised her hands overhead and groped for Persephone's ripe young melons. Persephone stifled a small squeal in the back of her throat and arched her back in response to Cyprian's touch.
"Oh, yes, Cyprian. Massage Persephone while you suck me."
While Cyprian rubbed and sucked at the luscious titmeat that surrounded her, she observed the approach of other women. In moments, soft hands slid her gown up past her thighs, then parted her legs. The musky scent of her shaved venus mons wafted through the air briefly before a probing tongue expertly wound its way among her moist, private folds. The tongue lapped and sucked at her precious juices. Then, it frigged the crown of her venus mons, the center of her pleasure.
The touch was so perfect, Cyprian already dripped with sweet gratitude thanks to all the big, full breasts in her mouth and hands - she gave herself to the will of the gods, exploding with spastic release, her cries stifled by Arapotep's mammoth tit in her mouth.
She heard the moans and cries of others, too, amidst the lapping and sucking as women gorged themselves on succulent venus mons and ripe titty. The whole temple smelled like the wet, aroused flower of female life.
"Cyprian!" Arapotep commanded loudly.
Cyprian, dazed from her intense orgasm, sat up slowly and looked at the older woman with some wariness. Ara's tone frightened Persephone, who pulled away from her suckling at the grand breast. The other women broke off into separate groups and continued to feast at the bodies they had craved for three days.
Arapotep rose from her place on the stair and extended her hand to Cyprian, who accepted it and moved closer. Ara, standing now at the top of the stairs at the highest place of worship, placed her hands on Cyprian'' shoulders. Cyprian took the cue to kneel two stairs below the woman.
Ara stood with her legs apart, and lifted her gown to reveal her large venus mons covered with thick, dark hair. Cyprian's own succulence swelled with a new wave of expectation as she prepared her mouth to show devotion at the sacred V of Arapotep.
She needed no provocation other than the sight of Ara's hairy richness. What an honor to eat the venus mons of this mother figure! Cyprian nuzzled into the aromatic thicket before burrowing into the engorged, slippery lips.
She had eaten at the hot, steamy center of Arapotep before. She knew how Ara loved to have her venus mons pulled wide open to expose her deep pink labia and tantalizing hole. Her pleasure center would grow hard like an acorn when she knew her beautiful privates were on display.
Cyprian glanced upward as Ara began to thrust her pelvis forward and back in tandem with Cyprian's licking. The movement made her huge breasts sway and bounce against each other. Cyprian immediately began to finger herself at the site of those jiggling titties and the feel of the hairy wetness smearing all over her face.
As she ate Ara with gusto and tried to catch glimpses of those nipples dancing overhead, she stuck her exposed ass into the air so that the three newcomers could see her playing with her hot, swollen venus mons. She wanted them to watch the thick lips of her labia move sensuously around her busy fingers. Like Ara, she too loved to be watched; it was the reason she kept her venus mons free of hair.
Ara's moans indicated she was soon to take her pleasure. Her big, hard pleasure center twitched ever so slightly under Cyprian's skillful tongue. Feminine cream suddenly shot onto Cyprian's nose and cheeks as Ara praised the gods aloud. Ara's body shook in surrender while she stood, grinding her spasming sex into Cyprian's grateful face.
Then, as usual, Arapotep pulled away suddenly. Cyprian was left kneeling, still licking the juice of the gods from her lips. Ara walked away, a distant look on her face, as if she was unaware of Cyprian. Cyprian knew the woman was in need of replenishment and would now rest on the tiny mat in her small chambers.
Cyprian watched her go then remembered the three novices. She turned around to look at them. The fertile-looking Jewish slave sat on the floor with the twins behind her. The younger women's view of the festivities was partially blocked by the slave. Cyprian, drunk with sex, walked over to the isolated little threesome.
"Hello. I am Cyprian. The others and I welcome you to our temple." She tried to be gracious but was very much distracted by Sarrah's large, naked breasts.
"I am Sarrah," the slave replied, with a throaty voice that appealed to Cyprian. "Thank you but I don't think these activities are suitable for the eyes of my young ladies," Sarrah replied sternly.
"No harm is being done here. No one is hurt. We are free to enjoy the pleasures available to us while we are prisoners of this temple. We love each other and seek only to bring joy to what would otherwise be a lonely existence."
"The twins I protect have only narrowly escaped the lewd and threatening advances of the evil King Nebuchadnezzar. They must grow up pure!" Sarrah insisted. Her tits trembled as she spoke so vehemently.
Cyprian knelt before her, slightly closer than necessary. Sarrah had a deep, rich aroma: a heady blend of frankincense and femininity.
"How do you suppose your young charges feel about your bare, bounteous breasts hanging in their faces all day?" she whispered, gingerly tracing the aureole of one of Sarrah's heavy melons.
The woman lost her ability to speak and looked at her caressor with fear, gratitude and lust. Her silence encouraged Cyprian to take both breasts in hand and tweak the nipples.
As Sarrah slowly melted in Cyprian's hands, the ritual wine tasting began only a few paces away. Three of the youngest women ushered a nubile, shy slave up to the small platform. There, they turned her on her head, which made the slave giggle.
One woman anchored her to the ground by embracing her at her chest, holding her tiny titties in her hand and squeezing now and then. Another woman raised a small urn into the air while the other held the slave's hips steady and instructed the slave to open her legs.
Once the slave's thighs were spread wide, the woman at her hips used one hand to cleave open the entrance to her sweet venus mons. Once the opening was made, the woman with the urn poured the contents of the vessel into the deep recesses of the slave's juicy flower.
Much applause ensued and the slave squealed and wiggled with delight as the wine sloshed about inside her. A hollow bamboo stick was inserted into her soft hole and one by one, women sucked and drank the ambrosial wine from the loins of the lovely slave.
The twins watched the scene with rapt attention. Once the wine was gone, they returned their focus to Sarrah, who now lay on the floor, moaning as Cyprian straddled her face, facing the twins. She had two handfuls of Sarrah's glorious tit flesh as she ground her dripping, hairless privates into the Jewish slave's slurping mouth.
"Ladies, have you ever seen the magnificent venus mons of your protector?" Cyprian asked the twins breathlessly as Sarrah ate her out.
The twins, eyes like saucers, shook their heads mutely.
"Sarrah, spread your legs for your young charges," Cyprian purred. Sarrah did not hesitate. Her meaty thighs opened slowly.
Tefnut, the more adventurous of the twins, ventured forward first. She touched the glistening lips of her protector and ran her finger along the length of the woman's luscious folds.
Her sister, Nephthys, followed suit, but in her naivete, poked a finger directly into Sarrah's drenched, creamy opening. Sarrah yelped in response and Nephthys drew her hand back in fear.
Tefnut continued stroking but turned to her sister with a calm, purposeful look. "Don't stop. I think she liked it."
Nephthys slid a finger into Sarrah's wetness and it became clear that Sarrah did indeed like it. With youthful reasoning, she assumed more was better and slid in a second finger and then a third until her whole hand pumped away at Sarrah's succulence.
Tefnut had located Sarrah's pleasure button and frigged it wildly. As she watched Sarrah writhe with pleasure, watched her sister's fist emerge and disappear into the slippery slit that oozed with juice, Tefnut began to finger herself in the same way she touched Sarrah. Soon, her busy fingers frigged two swollen love buttons.
When her sister saw Tefnut's pleasure, she, too, placed her hand between her own legs. She found her own wet hole and stuffed her hand inside, calling out as it filled her.
Cyprian watched the twins and could control her lust no longer. As they fingered their own lovely centers and gave pleasure to their slave woman, Cyprian surrendered to Sarrah's agile tongue between her soft thighs. She unraveled and screamed out her passion, bucking and jiggling on Sarrah's face.
Tefnut was next. The tiny veins in her neck stood out and her eyes grew large as she trembled and let the waves of sublime pleasure undulate through her body. Nephthys, frightened by her sister's reaction, froze with her hands inside herself and Sarrah. She stared alternately at Tefnut and Cyprian.
Sarrah's venus mons twitched and spasmed - it was clear she was on the precipice of eruption. But Cyprian used the pause created by Nephthys to postpone Sarrah's joy a bit longer.
She clapped twice at one of the slave women who instantly produced a large phallus. The straps dangled as the slave handed it to Cyprian.
Cyprian got to her feet and tied the smooth, mahogany phallus to her slim hips. She shot a steady but gentle look at the twins.
"Dear little Nephthys," she grinned at the girl. "You keep your hand inside Sarrah just as you have. Tefnut, would you stand at Sarrah's head and pull her legs up and toward you?"
The twins obeyed without complaint. Sarrah lay helpless and nearly insane with desire as Nephthys' fist fidgeted in her hole and Tefnut pulled her legs up over her head.
Cyprian knelt before the inflamed venus mons with Nephthys' little hand twisting and pumping. She paused while the same slave who gave her the phallus now poured a rose-scented unction over it. The phallus was intricately carved to portray the veins, head and shaft of its human model.
The twins watched closely as Cyprian eased the tip of the phallus into the waiting sphincter just below Nephthys' wrist. As it slid in slowly, Sarrah moaned louder and louder. When it had sunk deeply inside, Cyprian began to thrust it into the wide-hipped Jewish slave. In less than a minute, Sarrah contorted and screamed at the intensity of both sacred orifices being reamed at once.
Cyprian pulled the phallus out slowly, instructing Nephthys to do likewise. Tefnut instinctively knew to release the ankles of her protector, gradually bringing the legs up and then lowering them to the floor. Sarrah, completely spent, fell asleep almost immediately.
"You both became women today," Cyprian said affectionately to the awestruck twins. "How fortunate you are to have each other now to explore and pleasure further," she added, caressing their small, budding breasts before she walked away.
No one saw her disappear. The festivities were in full swing and she knew she would not be missed until morning. She hated to leave but she had a mission to accomplish.
She arrived at noon, as the sun beat mercilessly on the dry soil and dusty ruins of the buried temple. She surreptitiously watched as the lone female excavator scraped carefully at the indiscernible objects around her.
The Akrotiri Peninsula was far enough away from the busy town of Hania to preclude the possibility of encountering any tourists. Most the area was off-limits to those without research credentials, anyway. The glistening Sea of Crete sparkled less than a kilometer away.
The excavator's white blouse stuck to her skin with perspiration. Her short but shaggy black hair hung in semi-saturated waves on her head. In one hand, she held the dark phallus Cyprian had inserted into Sarrah.
The woman examined the phallus, strapless now with the passage of many centuries. A slow grin spread over her face. She put down her other small tools and stepped away from the spot she'd occupied probably for hours. Holding the phallus to the sunlight, she stroked it reverently. Cyprian noticed she had cleaned it thoroughly.
The woman walked only a few paces, over to a large blanket that lay open near her Jeep. Still grasping the phallus, she unbuttoned her shirt, then removed it and her bra. Cyprian stood nearby but out of sight.
Quickly, the woman's shorts and panties lay in a pile with her shirt and bra. She stood naked in the brilliant sunlight. Her body was somewhat boyish: small breasts, flat stomach, not a significant difference between waist and hips. But she exuded a powerful sexuality that made Cyprian's blood race. There was no doubt that she was destined to know the sacred phallus.
The woman lowered herself onto the blanket and sat holding the phallus to her face. Then, she lightly traced a line with the hard object from her cheek, down her neck, over her chest and breastbone, past her stomach, until she reached the fluffy dark hair between her legs.
She sat facing Cyprian and yet did not see her. But Cyprian saw her as she rubbed the tip of the phallus over her thick lips and love button. The woman's legs were wide open with anticipatory pleasure. At last, the phallus sunk into the woman's hungry venus mons, which devoured nearly all of it.
The woman arched her back and groaned as she pumped herself with the hard replica of the male organ.
Cyprian approached, stopping just short of the blanket. Her presence jarred the woman out of her preoccupation. Cyprian watched the woman's eyes widen at the unexpected visitor in strange, flowing robes. But the pumping phallus did not cease its repeated plunging into her sweet, moist flower.
"Yes, that's right. Don't stop," Cyprian urged quietly, knowing the woman was no longer in control of her own actions. Everything came from the phallus now.
"I am Cyprian. What is your name?"
"Beth," the woman gasped between thrusts.
"How beautiful you look, pleasuring yourself with the sacred phallus that once gave so many women such joy! Another world awaits those who have tasted this joy."
That said, she stood directly over Beth, one foot on either side of the Woman's torso. Lifting her robes, she exposed her juicy, smooth venus mons for Beth to see from the ground. She slid her hand around her fleshy lips and over her hard little clitoris while Beth watched rapturously.
When Cyprian could see that Beth was near release, she inserted her whole hand inside herself, hoping such excess would satisfy her wild lust. She was not allowed to touch Beth until the phallus had pleased its wet, throbbing host.
Beth screamed with pleasure, her body quaking with what seemed to be years of stored pleasure. How happy Beth would be at the temple!
Cyprian's venus mons clutched at her hand as she watched Beth undulate at the spell of the phallus. Her orgasm gripped her and she stood strong as her release threatened to destroy her balance.
As Beth lay naked and spent in the Cretan sunshine, she still held the phallus firmly in her hand by her side. Cyprian reached down and pried it gently from the woman's hand. She then helped Beth get to her feet.
Without warning, she flung the phallus into the ruins. Beth protested and searched Cyprian's face in confusion.
"It has done its work. It must remain with the temple where it draws its strength," she explained. Beth's anger seemed to abate.
Cyprian took Beth's hand. "A place awaits you that you will never wish to leave. I can take you there," she smiled.
"I can't leave! I have work to finish here, a grant to fulfill. What kind of place are you talking about?"
Cyprian loved the fire in this woman! It would be a delightful challenge to persuade her.
"The journey will take you to new places in history. You will see things that will explain and even enhance your work!" She took Beth's face in her hands and kissed her deeply, probing the recesses of her mouth with her tongue. "And you will know pleasure far greater than any you've ever known before."
She felt the resistance in Beth's body melt away. Beth nodded silently, resigned suddenly to Cyprian's will.
The two women walked toward the temple, slowly disappearing with each step. Cyprian hoped they would arrive in time for the evening's festivities.
nice touch.
touch me again.
you'll pay for this.
Hey, you going to the Mozilla Boston party?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
seriously, the only way i'd go to a Mozilla party is with a quality set of brass knucks. Manray is indeed a reputed goth-fag hideout, and even worse than the goth fags are the geeks who think that wearing black t-shirts and jeans makes them "dark" and like to play goth-dressup on the weekends.
the frequent CLIT carpet-bombing for FP seems to be working out well.
FP dicklickers
bla bla bla CLIT
hey cumsnifter, the "2" in "CO2" is a subscript, not a fucking superscript. what, are you trying to fucking square oxygen? jesus. and thanks to your gayer-than-a-trillion-rainbows lameness filter i can't even type "CO2" correctly to rub your nose in the shit that is your writing.
in short get fucked.
not all foreign cars run on rice alcohol; BMW's run on Jagermeister or lager, Peugeots and Renaults run on brie, and Ferraris like nothing more than a few litres of cheap chianti. there are plenty of alternatives to Texas Tea-fueled behemoths.
i keep waiting for a delisting, but much like the open source movement itself, it keeps dragging itself along despite being, for all practical purposes, dead. oh well, at least i didn't waste any money on the stock...
do i want to "join"? did i miss something else here? look upwards a couple of lines, i'm logged in man
Gosh! I Just Love My New "r00t" Shirt From Thinkgeek! And I Can't Stop Drinking All Those Caffeinated Goodies Like Bawls, Red Bull, And The Entire Jolt Cola Line! As Soon As This Monstrous Hemorrhoid Clears Up, I'll Be Good To Go!! : D
founder of the CLIT? UID 550878? you've gotta be shitting me.
what, did you name it or something?
isomerized pot extract mixed 1:1 with pulverized plant matter
mmmmmm
how are my fine trolling brethren this rainy New England morning?
We're gonna be a white minority
We won't listen to the majority
We're gonna feel inferiority
We're gonna be white minority
White pride
You're an American
I'm gonna hide
Anywhere I can
Gonna be a white minority
We don't believe there's a possibility
Well you just wait and see
We're gonna be white minority
White pride
You're an American
White pride
Anywhere I can?
Gonna be a white minority
There's gonna be large cavity
Within my new territory
We're all gonna die
--Black Flag, "White Minority"
it's pronounced "nuke-ular".
I suppose my life was fairly good, at eighteen I had a good job, which at that time was a miracle, enough money to keep me in fashion clothes wise, parents who loved me, and boys fawning over me. Having boys and men humming around me like bees was something I liked, not that I always gave them what they wanted, I wasn't that easy you know, but it was flattering to be in such demand. It was cheap too as I never went Dutch, if a man wanted to go out with me he paid for it, sometimes he got a return on his investment, sometimes he didn't, just like the stock market there was always a risk and I knew that I had something they wanted and used it to full advantage, mine of course.
As for my home life I had no complaints there, neither of my parents were overbearing, they were proud of my achievements and always encouraged me in whatever I did. Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and events we rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy and didn't give her much time to pry into my sexual activities. Her one wish was that I would find a 'nice' man and settle down, but it was not one of my priorities in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the better I liked it. I was actually closer to my father than my mother, at fifty he was still an active and, according to the girls I worked with, an attractive man, naturally I had never looked at him this way.
My father had taken early retirement after a fortuitous win on the pools and spent his time either at golf, gardening or in DIY projects; when he wasn't involved in any of these he'd be curled up with a book. Very early on I had found that it was easier to talk to my father about my problems than to my mother, especially when I became aware of sex, mum would 'um' and 'ah' about the subject whereas dad would give a straight answer if he could, I soon found myself confiding my secrets in him and though he tutted at some of the things I did he always did it with a grin. Maybe we were closer than most fathers and daughters, I don't know, but if I had a problem I at least knew who I could turn to for a sympathetic ear.
One evening I went out with a dishy guy from the office, mum had gone off to one of her clubs before I went out and dad was reading in the living room when I left. The early part of the evening went quite well, the guy took me to a posh restaurant and I had just about decided to let him have me as a reward when the idiot went and blew it. Right there at the table he slipped a hand under the table and tried to get his hand under my skirt, dishy he may have been, but I was not having that, not in public and not without a little preliminary courting first. What had started out as a pleasant evening ended with me slapping him round the face and storming out of the restaurant, the worst part was that I was feeling randy and had actually been looking forward to letting him take me back to his place for some fun. When I got home dad was still in the living room, he looked up as I entered, smiled, frowned then laid his book to one side.
"Want to talk about it Virginia?" he asked.
"Is it that obvious?" I sighed.
"Only to your old Da'." He grinned.
So I sat down and told him about what had happened, he laughed then patted my knee.
"I suppose he was so used to women swooning over him that it never occurred to him that one would say no." Dad laughed.
"If he'd played his cards right," I grinned, "he would have got what he wanted anyway, I'd just made up my mind when he went and spoilt it."
"What a silly boy," dad grinned, "but I can't really blame him you know, you are too pretty for your own good my love, the temptation gets too much sometimes, after all that's all we men are good for isn't it."
"Oh dad," I laughed, "you do have one or two other uses."
After talking with my father I felt a hell of a lot better though no less randy, the prospect of playing with my vibrator did not please me, but it was too late to find another decent date so it looked as though I was left with little choice. It was just after nine and I knew that my mother would be out until one in the morning or even later so at least I could let myself go, I hated having to hold back my cries so that my mother wouldn't hear them, dad just laughed when he heard the noise coming from my room and ribbed me about it later on. With a sigh I got to my feet and headed towards the living room door.
"BZZZZ." Dad laughed.
Poking my tongue out at him I went off to my room, it took me only a few minutes to get undressed, it took longer to decide which of my vibrators to use, but in the end I settled for a ten incher and lay back on my bed to enjoy myself as best I could. It really wasn't my night, I'd played with my large tits, fingered my pussy and was getting a good high from the vibrator when the damned thing died on me, with a little whimper of frustration I grabbed one of the others out of my cupboard only to find that the batteries were dead. Needing to get off I flopped on the bed and dug my fingers into my burning pussy, with fast, almost desperate strokes I tried to make myself climax, but it just wasn't happening, even tweaking my clit did no good and I felt tears of frustration running down my cheeks as I frigged myself desperately.
"OH DAMN!" I cursed pulling my fingers from my pussy, "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!"
There was a knock at my bedroom door followed by my father's voice asking if I was all right, throwing a robe around myself I called out to him to enter. My pussy felt as though it was on fire as my father stepped into the room, he noted the vibrator I had thrown aside lying near the door and stooped to pick it up. He was wearing a dressing gown and it flapped open a little to reveal his cock hanging between his legs for a moment.
"The modern marvel not doing the job?" he asked laying the thing on my dressing table and adjusting his gown.
"The bloody things broken and the damned batteries have died in all the others!" I said in frustration, "Fuck it!"
"Come on Ginnie," dad said soothingly, "calm down."
"I wish I bloody could." I retorted.
"Listen," dad smiled, "I've just run a bath, you hop into it and relax, I think you need it more than I do."
"Its not a flaming bath I need." I muttered.
Dad must have heard me because he grinned, I squirmed a little on the bed to try and ease the heat of my pussy, my robe flapped apart without me realising it and my father drew in a sharp breath. Oblivious to the fact that I was displaying my body to him I saw him lick his lips then turn his eyes away from me, thinking I had offended him in some way I stood up which made my robe flap around me, but I didn't notice it.
"Dad," I said quietly as I touched his shoulder, "are you all right?"
He turned his head and nodded, his eyes were unusually wide and his breathing seemed a little fast to me, through the burning of my pussy I was concerned that he was coming down with something. His eyes turned away from me again and I heard him take a shuddering breath then sigh.
"Go and have that bath love." He said in a voice that sounded unsteady.
I turned to do as he asked knowing full well that I'd not get any relaxation from anything until I had at least one orgasm, it was then that I noticed that my robe was hanging open and it dawned on me why my father had suddenly started acting so strangely. A sudden thrill of excitement ran through me that brought me near to a climax, it shocked me to think that I could get turned on at the thought that my father had been able to see my naked body, it was an even bigger shock to realise that he had been turned on by what he'd seen. The next moment a pair of hands came under my arms and cupped my tits, I gasped and froze as my father pulled the material of the robe to one side and began to play with my nipples, a moment later he turned me towards the bed and leant me over it. His breathing was harsh in my ear as he tugged my robe up over my back, then his hands were back on my tits and something hard yet soft was pushing at my burning pussy, my pent up orgasm ripped through me as his cock surged into me in one motion, I cried out and shook in his grasp.
"Oh daddy," I gasped in a weak voice, "no!"
Whether he heard me or not didn't seem to make any difference, like a man possessed he began to fuck me with heavy thrusts that literally drove me wild, all thoughts of who was doing me went out of my head as he drove me to another orgasm. I must have been crying out to him to stop, I'm sure I was, but all I was really aware of was the pleasure I was getting from his long hard prick as it slid in and out of my pussy. Explosions of ecstasy hit me like a solid blow, my knees buckled under me, but my father's strong hands at my tits and his cock in my pussy stopped me from falling to the floor. Then I heard him groan and felt him push hard into me, his cock digging deep into my body as a hot glow spread inside me, it was his seed filling me with its heat and I cried out from the sheer bliss it was giving to me; my body shaking uncontrollably against him as he leant over my back making deep sounds in his throat. A few moments later he pulled his prick from my pussy and lowered me down to the bed, twisting my head around I looked up at him, tears of sheer pleasure were streaming down my cheeks, but my father must have thought the tears were for another reason and it snapped him back to himself. His face went deathly pale as he stared down at me, I knew that he could see his juices starting to leak from my pussy as he took a step away from where I lay trembling in post orgasmic bliss.
"Oh Jesus...what have I done!" dad gasped.
With shame and guilt written in his eyes my father turned and ran from the room, I would have followed him immediately, but my legs felt rubbery and I was still shaking like a leaf from the excitement inside me. Maybe if I had followed him that would have been the end of the matter, but as I lay there recovering I was thinking about what had happened. I'd been raped by my own father yet I had enjoyed it so much I'd had more than one orgasm, by God he had fucked me better than most of my recent lovers and he'd been hurrying at that. As I finally managed to sit up I realised that I was getting randy again and the only reason there could be for this was the thought of my father fucking me, it was all that was filling my mind, I felt ashamed of myself for the sudden desire I had for him to fuck me again, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen.
Getting off the bed I let my robe slip off my shoulders, stark naked I stepped out into the hall and hesitated, I was unsure where my father had gone until I heard sounds coming from my parent's bedroom so I headed that way. The door was open and I could see my father, still in his gown though now it was hanging open as he sat on the edge of the double bed with his face in his hands, whatever he may have been feeling his cock was of a different mind as it lay in his lap looking half erect. Quietly I stepped into the room and closed the door, my father didn't seem to notice my entrance and I stood there for a moment watching him in his remorse. He must have been going over and over what had happened for his shoulders were sagging ever lower, yet at the same time his cock was growing harder, and even as I stood watching it began to stand to attention.
"Dad?" I said softly with desire burning hotly inside me.
"I'm sorry Virginia," he sobbed without raising his face from his hands, "I don't know what the hell came over me."
I don't think he was even aware that his gown was wide open or his cock was erect let alone that I was standing there in the nude, crossing to the bed I knelt in front of him and leant against his legs.
"You must hate me for what I've done." My father sighed.
There was only one way to show him that I didn't hate him at all, at the same time I would satisfy the burning desire in me. Smiling softly to myself I pushed his shoulders until he was lying back on the bed, I stood up and straddled his body before he could realise what was happening. His hands fell to his side as I thrust down on him, taking his whole cock into my pussy in one go, his red, teary eyes went wide and his mouth opened in dismay as I leant forward onto his chest.
"VIRGINIA!" He cried.
"Daddy?" I smiled at him.
I think he was so shocked that he couldn't respond, leaning down I kissed him gently and felt him stiffen then relax, as I sat there with his cock buried deep inside me I felt happy and wildly excited. His cock filled my pussy to stretching point and though I was not moving on him just the feel of him inside me was pushing me towards a climax.
"God Ginnie," dad gasped when I raised my head again, "what are you doing?"
"I'm fucking you" I grinned, "what does it look like I'm doing."
"But..." He gaped at me, "For God's sake, I raped you!"
"Did you?" I sighed as I started to move on his cock, "I thought you were giving me just what I needed and God did I need to be fucked!"
"But..." He tried to speak.
Delicious thrills were running through me as his cock slid in and out of my pussy as I rode him slowly, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be too far gone in my pleasure to think let alone talk so I hurried to explain how I felt.
"I admit" I cut across his words, "that it was a shock at first, but the way you made me feel, God the way you made me feel had me climaxing so hard that I could barely breath. You know what a randy bitch I am, how could I resist what you were doing to me? Dad, when you left me I was so high I couldn't move and while I lay there I was thinking about what you'd done to me, I liked it, hell I loved it and thinking about it was getting me all hot in the pussy again. I don't give a damn whether it's illegal or not, whether it's wrong or not, all I want is for you to fuck me and to keep on fucking me."
I fell silent as my passion rose to such a level that I could no longer concentrate enough to form the words, as I had spoken my father had started to move with me, his cock surging up to meet me as I thrust down on him. Then his hands were on my tits, I felt his fingers teasing my nipples and sending me even more over the top.
"Ginnie," dad breathed, "God help me, but I want you as much as you seem to want me."
"Shut...up...and...fuck...me!" I gasped out just before I screamed my way into an orgasm.
Dad's head twisted down as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my orgasm intensified and I flopped helplessly on top of him, my body bucking on his as he continued to slide his prick in my pussy. Then I felt myself falling to one side, his weight coming onto me as his cock thrust back into my pussy and continued thrusting in a deliriously slow stroke that drove me totally crazy. I know I was shouting and swearing, though I haven't a clue what I was saying, blast after delicious blast of ecstasy and bliss exploded through me as my father fucked me in a way I had never been fucked before, he ground his body on mine with each thrust, crushing my clit and increasing my pleasure until I thought I would die. As if from a great distance I heard my father cry out, his body bore down on me mercilessly and a sudden burst of heat filled me as he shot his seed deep inside me, but this time my father didn't pull out of me. Instead he began to thrust again, his cock still hard inside me, his breathing harsh and laboured in my ears as he leant his head on my shoulder. I must have deafened him with my cries of enjoyment, but all it seemed to do was make him fuck me faster and harder than before. Once again he crushed me delightfully with his body, his hot seed flooding into me as he came again, then, after a few slow thrusts, he pulled his slowly shrinking prick from my pussy and rolled off me.
God knows how long we lay there, it seemed ages before I could even comprehend what was around me let alone sit up and take note, but at last our bodies recovered and we sat up. I hugged my father to thank him for giving me so much satisfaction.
"We must do this again." I sighed happily.
"Give me half an hour and we will." Dad said quietly.
"Oh no, I didn't mean now!" I gasped looking at him.
Then I laughed as I realised that he was winding me up, he looked as tired and as satisfied as I felt, I knew I would have to return to my own room soon or my mother would catch us together, but I really didn't want to let go of him.
"Did you really mean what you said?" dad asked, "About doing it again that is."
"Whenever you want to." I smiled, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing," dad grinned boyishly, "I was just thinking that I might take you to a restaurant somewhere and shove my hand up your dress under the table."
"If I was in a restaurant with you," I grinned back, "you can be sure I won't be wearing any panties."
A few weeks later my father did take me to a restaurant, one well away from where we lived of course, I wasn't wearing panties and he stuck his hand up my dress under the table, the waiter must have thought I was having a fit when I climaxed as he served the food.
From deep in the dense woods he watched from his car as his victim began undressing. He had been watching her for a week and he developed a longing for her. He stared through his night-vision binoculars as she kicked off her shoes and began one-by-one removing articles of her clothing in front of her huge bedroom window.
His dick was standing straight up like a flagpole. His mouth drooled and his eyes never flinched. He started stroking the binoculars as if they were one of her body parts. He slid his hand down to his knee rubbing back and forth as if he were waiting for something. There it was.
She was in her panties and her bra was being unhooked from the front and tossed on the floor. She tugged at her panties contemplating whether she should take them off. He whispered 'yes' to himself in his fogged up car. He was waiting to see her dark short- haired pussy. He had dreamt of what it looked like and couldn't wait to see it. His thoughts were interrupted when his dick began pounding. All the time he was watching, he was jerking off, and now he was busting a nut all over his hand. He grabbed a towel off of the passenger seat and cleaned himself off. He peeked at his watch. It was 11:45 and she was right on time. She would be in bed any minute. Once the lights were out in her fairytale cottage, he was ready.
Like lighting he was out of his car and inside of her house. He crept up the cream-colored carpet stairs. Her bedroom was at the end of the hall and he could smell her perfume. His Nubian- goddess lay open and unaware behind the door. He could not wait.
He opened and locked the door behind him. He caught a glimpse of her black satin bra and picked it up. He sniffed deeply it smelled like her favorite Curve perfume; he smiled and dropped it back down. He stood over her watching her sleep. He was so hard it felt like his dick was going to explode. He slid the soft cover off of her slowly. That move exposed her body. She was very beautiful. Her hair was jet- black like her skin. She had her right eyebrow, tongue, and belly button pierced. Below the waist she was very thick. He liked that.
Softly he pulled out the handcuffs that he had especially for her because they had African leopard prints on them for his African beauty. He placed them on her hands and as soon as he closed them, she was up. Her eyes showed fear and anger. She let out a scream so loud it shook the walls. He jumped on top of her so he could control her body. He placed a gag over her mouth and kissed the print of her lips when it was fastened. He leaned down to her ear whispered.
"Please don't fight me! I've been watching and protecting you. All I ask for in return, is tonight."
Her body relaxed for the moment. He untied her halter lingerie and slid it down her body down to her toes. He sucked on her cute small feet for a minute and got back on top of her. He stared at her bonded body and became ecstatic. Something told him it was time, time for him to take her.
He tore her panties off of her thighs. Huffing and puffing he fumbled with his belt, trying to open it before his dick exploded from being neglected. He jumped off of her and dropped his pants. He exposed to her his penis that was covered in long smooth Indian hair. She got scared and kicked him but she missed his dick and caught his stomach. He grinned at her attempt and then slapped her.
"See what you made me do! You ungrateful..."
He jumped on top of her, split her legs as far as they could go, and then slipped his condom-covered cock in between her legs. Even though she was gagged she let out a howl of pain. He held on to the top of her shoulders pulling her onto his dick with better control. When she tried to fight him he grabbed her nipples and twisted them. Next he bent down and bit one leaving a deep flesh mark in her rich black skin. He rested his head on her forehead and stared into her eyes. The look of fear excited him beyond compare. He pumped into her harder. His plunging became so violent the headboard shook. It started to bang into the wall forming a slight dent in it. He was pleased at that, but he really wanted to form a dent in her. Unbridle passion took him over. He wanted her more; he needed to fill out her pussy so he started to move his hips in circles.
When he realized she was relaxing he got upset. She was supposed to fight him. She was supposed to be pleading not accepting. He sat up a little and grabbed onto the headboard to give him a better hold inside of her. Once he was in position he rammed his 7'0 fully hard cock into her with enough power that she felt it would plow through her body and come out of her mouth. He kept plowing into her with the same move until he could hear her muffled screams and see her hot tears streaming from her pretty hazel eyes. That's what he was looking for. The look that she gave him was the look he dreamed about for the past week. He knew she was his now and no one would ever fuck her like him. This thought pleased him and he kept plowing into her harder, and harder for a good twenty minutes. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to die.
He pulled out just before he came. He picked up her legs and closed them. He raised them straight up into the air and inserted his cock into her anal. Her body twitched and turned trying to get him out of there. He knew no one had ever fucked her anal and he wanted to be her first. Slowly he dug into her back trying to open the small space. Once he was able to fit all of him into her he started to slam his cock into her ass. He adjusted his back to a comfortable spot, so he could fuck her harder. He leaned in towards her moving her legs with him, so he could get a good glimpse of her face. Her eyes were shut and tears were still coming out of them. Her tits bounced in big circles almost hitting her in the face. He bent in low to her face so he could hear her muffled cries. He was making her body flexible by pushing her legs down so that they touched her nipples. She never stretched her limbs like that and it hurt. She twitched more trying to break free.
"So you want to fight?" he asked digging into her deeper.
He split her legs to reach the handcuffs. He set her hands free in between pumps. She was surprised but quick. She reached up trying to grab him. He was excited and pinned her down. She fought and fought trying to get free. He thought it was a game and counter- acted by shoving his dick into her ass harder and wilder. This was mind blowing to him because he never had it this rough before. He wanted her all, every single drop. She dug her nails into his hands and pushed into her deeper. With her legs split and her hands pinned he had her right where he wanted her. He was shoving and thrusting his cock into her with a fire and rage that was uncontrollable. He wasn't looking at her now but he was listening to her breathing heavy and the headboard banging extremely hard against the wall. Only thing on his mind was to fuck her until she passed out.
Deeper and deeper with swift hard pumps he took over her ass and she wanted more. He let her hands go but not her shoulders. He allowed her to scratch him feeling nothing but pleasure with each stroke. He stared down at her when the scratching had stopped. He felt her hips responding to his thrusting. She was giving into his hunger his need. Even though he wanted a fight, he was satisfied with her performance earlier and he felt it was okay to give her, her satisfaction. He reached down and started playing with her clit. He watched her face fill up with ecstasy knowing she was ready to cum. And she did. All over juices were sliding down her thighs while he was still in her beginning to take his turn to release. His whole body combined with hers. It was one shattering orgasm after another before he pulled out and gushed cum all into the condom.
His wish was answered as he slipped out of her house four hours after he crept in. She made him promise that he would come visit her again, making her his "night prey".
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