Collection Of Stories

"Is it okay?" His eyes smouldered with l.u.s.t. She nodded, and he turned his attention back to the closet. "This looks interesting." He lifted a small weight with a hook on it. "I guess it goes... here." Esther whimpered as he hooked the mass to the sliding ring. "Let's try something."

Stephen guided her back into the bedroom, pushing her onto all fours on the bed. She shivered as the weight swung, the alternating pulses of sensation almost unbearable. "If we just..." He stopped the weight's motion, then started it again, setting the pendulum into a circular motion that concentrated pressure on each point of s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh in turn.

"Oh f.u.c.k!" The girl's eyes were closed, her teeth gritted. She let out a sharp cry as he slapped her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, the jolt jerking the pendulum wildly. "F.u.c.k that hurts."

"Sorry." Stephen stepped back. Her eyes opened, fixing him with her intense emerald gaze.

"I said it hurt. I didn't say 'stop'." Her eyes dropped to his rigid c.o.c.k, throbbing with his l.u.s.t. "I don't think you want to stop either."

"I... I don't." Stephen admitted. A smile curled her full lips.

"Alright then, darling, whip the hell out of my a.s.s." A short giggle. "Then f.u.c.k the hell out of it."

"Of course... darling." He hesitated before repeating her endearment. He was rewarded with a softening of her expression and a slight blush in her cheeks. "Just a second."

Esther's eyes lit up when he returned from the wardrobe with a polished wooden paddle. Her h.i.p.s shifted in anticipation. "Give it to me, darling."

Stephen paused, kneeling so he was eye level with her. "Are you sure?" She flashed him a comforting smile.

"Don't worry. If I don't like it I'll say so." She imparted some motion into the weight, gasping as it pulled on her n.i.p.p.l.es and c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s. "It hurts, but I'm so horny I don't care. It just makes me wetter." A tilt of her head. "Do you have the lube?"

"By the bed." He nodded to the tube.

"Good. Good." She brushed her long black tresses from her face. "Get your c.o.c.k and my a.s.s lubed, so you can just ram it in when I say so."

"Of course, darling." The boy squeezed a dollop of the thick lubricant onto his finger and ran it over the tiny cleft between her cheeks. In response the muscular ring relaxed, opening for him. "Goodness, darling, you're such an anal s.l.u.t." Esther pushed back, his finger gliding into her.

"I'm my mother's daughter." A hesitation as he began to finger-f.u.c.k her tightest hole. "Three holes for my lovers. Two big t.i.t.s, and a very talented tongue."

"I can't argue with that." Stephen pushed a second finger past Esther's sphincters, hearing her groan, remembering Helen's mouth on his c.o.c.k. "She does have a very talented tongue."

"She does." The girl agreed. "In my top three at least."

"Am I in there too?" Esther giggled.

"I'm sorry, darling. You just missed out." She smiled back at him. "You are the best c.o.c.k though."

"Out of one."

"Are you complaining?" Stephen laughed.

"Not at all." He now had three fingers buried in his lover's a.s.s, and his movements were punctuated by her soft cries. "I think you're ready."

Esther poked out her tongue at him as he used a handful of lube on his c.o.c.k to leave it glistening. "Now, the spanking." He kept his voice steady.

Raising the paddle high he caught the scent of sandalwood. Looking down on his girlfriend on all fours, her knees parted far enough to fully expose her glistening c.u.n.t and anus, cruel steel capturing her n.i.p.p.l.es and c.l.i.t, a thought struck him. How often had his mother been in the same position? He could almost see her copper ringlets where Esther's dark locks fell. The fair skin of her back and b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, even paler than his lover's. There was no question that his parents enjoyed anal s.e.x. The copious amount of lubricant, along with a large selection of anal plugs and toys, left no doubt. He and Esther were probably reenacting a scene this room had witnessed many times.

He swung the paddle with more force than he had intended. The slap against her flesh reverberated around the room, and involuntary movement brought a cry from her lips as the pendulum went into sudden motion, exquisitely torturing s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh. P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and pain, intertwined and indistinguishable, pulsed through her body.

"Again." Esther's voice was hoarse. Stephen's strong right arm drove the paddle into her soft b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s again. "Again." Fainter this time. Again her body rocked under the impact of the wood, and again she squirmed and shuddered as the torturous toys performed their evil work on her responsive flesh.

Esther didn't have to ask again. Stephen's hand rose and fell unbidden, the slap of wood on flesh punctuated by her own gasps and m.o.a.ns. The girl's motions became more and more erratic as sensation overwhelmed her rational mind, returning her to the beastial aspect they'd so recently left behind. There was just one more thing she needed.

"Please... My a.s.s... F.u.c.k..." He moved without hesitation, grasping her h.i.p.s, thrusting his swollen c.o.c.khead past her sphincters, burying his thick c.o.c.k in one brutal thrust. He could already feel the pulse of her muscles, she had started o.r.g.a.s.ming even as he entered her. Pinned between unyielding steel and unyielding c.o.c.k Esther could do nothing except push back, impaling herself on his rigid shaft.

The girl could no longer distinguish where one o.r.g.a.s.m ended and the next began. They seemed to come in endless waves, starting with her clamped c.l.i.t and impaled a.s.s, and pulsing outwards from her head to her toes. She was aware of nothing except the spasms of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e rocking her body and the thick shaft ruthlessly ravishing her rear.

Esther was dimly aware when Stephen pulled his c.o.c.k from her a.s.s, and felt the pressure as he rolled her onto her back. His smile was a little cruel as his fingers closed on the clamp that tormented her left n.i.p.p.l.e. "No... wait... Ahh!" Pain stabbed through her as he released the pressure and blood returned to her tormented flesh. If anything it was worse than the clamp being applied, but the pain was answered by another throb from her c.u.n.t. The boy waited patiently for her to recover before reaching for her right b.r.e.a.s.t. This time the pain was accentuated by the anticipation as he c.a.r.e.s.sed her, a featherlight teasing touch, that came to an end as he released her n.i.p.p.l.e. She screamed.

In one seamless motion Stephen pushed her knees to her c.h.e.s.t and sank his shaft into her puckered hole once more, his thumb stroking the tip of her c.l.i.t exposed by the cruel steel. "No more... please... no... more... more..." Her protests were barely a murmur as she squeezed her own b.r.e.a.s.ts, delighting in how s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e her n.i.p.p.l.es felt between her fingers. Her lover's c.o.c.k was a steel bar within her as he f.u.c.k.e.d her to another o.r.g.a.s.m. As she crested he released the final clamp. "Oh, God!" Esther's body quaked, the surge of pain amplifying the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as she lost all control.

Stephen growled, h.i.p.s moving faster as he f.u.c.k.e.d his girlfriend through her intense o.r.g.a.s.m. Her muscles tightened around him like a vice, but he couldn't stop. He felt the pressure building inside him, overwhelming him.

Esther wrapped her arms and legs around her lover. Even through her own intense o.r.g.a.s.m she could feel him pulsing, throbbing inside her. The now familiar spreading warmth as his seed filled her bowels. His weight resting on her. Eyes, unfocused. For the two of them it was a senseless, endless, moment.

The boy shook his head to clear it. "Esther?" She smiled up at him, pulling his lips down to meet hers.

"I'm okay... better than okay. That was fantastic."

"It didn't... hurt?"

"Oh, it hurt alright." She squeezed his softening c.o.c.k with her inner muscles. "But you can hurt me like that anytime." She glanced around the room. "Do you think your mom and dad do this often?"

Stephen hesitated, caught flat-footed by the rapid change of subject. "I guess so. Yes." Pausing. "They wouldn't have spent so much on these toys if they weren't going to use them. Like Helen."

"And when Lillian recommended the wardrobe... Do you think she...?"

"I did say I didn't want to talk about it... but probably... yes."

"Your family are a bunch of perverts." The accusation came with a smile. Stephen sighed.

"It certainly does look like that. Except for Bernice of course."

"Bernice? She may look demure, but I have a feeling about her." Stephen's eyebrow rose.

"What sort of feeling?"

"That she's a very naughty girl underneath that." Esther kissed him again. "That with a bit of work we could both have our way with her."

"Esther, she's my sister..." Stephen protested.

"And Helen's my mother. That didn't stop you... or me." She dragged her nails lightly down his back and he shivered. "Can you imagine it? You c.u.m.m.i.n.g in her tight p.u.s.s.y, then me s.u.c.k.i.n.g every drop out of her, before feeding it to her?"

Stephen g.r.o.a.n.e.d and Esther felt him begin to harden again. She grinned up at him. "Pervert." With a giggle she pushed him off of her. "I think we need another shower."

*****

"Hi, I'm Jacob." Three inches over Stephen's six foot height, the young man had the build of an athlete and sandy blonde hair that flopped carelessly over his brown eyes. Esther took the proffered hand.

"Hi, I'm Esther." Stephen's dark haired girlfriend was now dressed in blue jeans that clung to her h.i.p.s and b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s like a second skin, a tan jacket that hung open over her cream midriff-baring crop top, and pink sneakers. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Stephen, like Jacob, was dressed simply. Blue jeans and a tee shirt, grey for Jacob, white for Stephen. Lillian pushed past and hooked her hands behind Jacob's neck, kissing him. As her grey jacket slid up Stephen could see the dual stiletto sheath fastened to her belt, the blades carried horizontally, presenting their leather wrapped hilts to her left and right.

The tall man's hands slid down to grasp his girlfriend's a.s.s. Stephen rolled his eyes and looked aside. She was his sister after all.

"All aboard." Their embrace ended, Jacob directed the others into the motorhome. Stephen instantly took the front passenger's seat while the two girls sat across the table so they could talk.

*****

The drive did not take long, the big motor pulling the Wagon along effortlessly. Their destination was some distance off the road, but the unpaved track was not difficult to navigate when dry, even for vehicles the size of the GMC. Stephen knew of the location, but he'd never been up there himself.

There were four other vehicles parked near the small beach that bordered the lake. Three were campervans of various types, the fourth a truck based camper. All were smaller than the Wagon.

Some of the people were already swimming in the clear water, while a couple were setting up a barbeque area with a large gas grill. They all appeared to be about his age or older, by his count three men and five women.

They all had something else in common.

"What?" He turned his shocked eyes from the n.a.k.e.d people to Lillian, meeting her blissfully innocent smile.

"Oh?" Her brow furrowed. "Did I forget to mention? We're all nudists here."

*****

Samantha ran the brush through her hair once more. Her toes felt pinched in her high heels. The collar around her throat alternated between too loose and too tight. The cool breeze that blew across Helen's property tickled her swollen n.i.p.p.l.es and freshly shaved p.u.s.s.y.

The clothes she'd worn for the drive were now discarded on the Trans Am's seat. She was n.a.k.e.d except for the black leather collar and matching pumps. The plug that had bored into her body for most of the day still stretched her anus, and her c.u.n.t was drenched.

Her stomach flipped again as she glanced up at Helen's door. Now, so close to the line, her certainty seemed to have failed her.

The blonde cursed under her breath, closing the car door. She could do this for Helen. She could.

The knocker was cold in her hands, and its beat seemed unnaturally loud. The wait until the door was answered seemed to last an eternity.

It was not Helen who answered the door.

The woman who opened it was as tall as Samantha herself, and a filmy white robe hung open, baring large pear shaped b.r.e.a.s.ts, a smooth belly, waxed pudenda, and long gracefully sculpted legs. Copper hair hung almost to her waist, green eyes flashing in her classically beautiful face. A wine glass swung in her left hand. Fine eyebrows arched in surprise.

She was not a stranger. She was a woman Samantha had known for years.

She was the mother of Samantha's young lover, her next door neighbour.

"Samantha?" Sophia Prester's lips curved in a smile as the shock faded, and the look she directed at the blonde could have been called ravenous. "What brings... wait... I know what brings you here." A wolfish grin. "Perhaps we could talk about Stephen."