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Intimacy and Utterances
by Obmuj (address withheld)
***
A wife who has an affair, a husband who only wants
young girls and a daughter who wants to commit incest.
(MFf, ped, reluc, family-inc, bi, 1st, rom)
***
"No more Wade! I can't take any more! Oh for God's sake
you must stop... no, not there! Wade it hurts! Not in
the back! I've never had anal sex! Eeyiee! Not in my
little butt! Oh my God it's killing me... You're
tearing me open... it won't fit darling! Please, oh
please take it out! Aughhhhh, oh hell Wade, you're
splitting me apart - stop! Won't you please take it out
of my butt?" and as she begged her lover to pull from
her anal opening, Betsy felt her lover bury his eight
inches all the way inside her rear opening.
With a homogenous shove Wade forced his hard-on deeper
into the woman on her hands and knees as he knelt
behind her. At the same time the strong man was leaning
over Betsy firm and perfectly rounded buttocks. His
pleasure in hearing the woman he was taking telling him
she had never had anal sex previously caused him to
ask, "Hell's bells, you mean I got your cherry-ass? Hot
damn, I got your cherry-butt... is that true
sweetheart?" and as he asked made certain his forceful
shoves and pulls kept him on the path to fully ream out
the tight butt he was enjoying.
Beyond caring about the fact she had never had anal
sex, Betsy could only reply, "I've never had it like
this before... oh my God, do you mean you like knowing
you got my anal virginity? Do all men want that?
"Oh yeah sweetheart. Getting a woman's cherry ass is
the utopia of fucking! Do you like it... do you...?"
and as he asked split her anus completely.
"Wade, oh please stop! You're driving me crazy and I
can't take any more... Wade for God's sake I cummed
from your doing my butt! Ughhhh you're so deep up my
behind. Oh darling... not so hard. Darling I'm there
again... I'm gonna' get off from my butt being pounded!
Yes, oh yeah Wade, fuck my ass forever. Ugh, oh Wade,
I've cummed again from your doing it in my butt!"
Without any notice, Betsy felt Wade suddenly pull his
hard penis from her anus and immediately shove it up
into her vagina. With no more than a dozen strokes the
massive cock was bringing another orgasm to her over
stuffed sex and it seemed her body was crying out for
release from the brutal sexual conquest.
Her rectum felt sore and Betsy felt what she assumed
and seemed to her that her puckered anal ring of
sphincter muscles had been torn and ripped and
assuredly bleeding from the intrusion of a male organ
being shoved inside her for the first time. Betsy felt
her sex being pounded in a brutal fashion as she was
ridden doggie style for the first time in her life.
As she again enjoyed the throes of another deep orgasm,
Betsy Sampson felt her body quiver and the muscles in
her arms and legs hurt they were so taunt. Finally she
surrendered by rewarding her illicit lover with the
terms and sexual utterances he drove her to speak, even
though she hated speaking the words she had until
recently believed were so obscene she couldn't utter
them. Even saying those in her mind had caused her to
shudder in the past and she had never uttered them
until a few weeks ago when Wade had kept her from
climaxing until she begged him to fuck her.
"Oh you fu - fuc - f-f-fuck me so deep and hard... Wade
you must never stop f-fucking me... fuck me forever my
darling Wade... oh yes, oh your cock is so fucking
hard. Will you stop now darling?" and her arms and legs
fell from supporting her lover's body as her body
flopped onto the bed sheets. She had just endured
another round of sex and taken from one position to
another.
"Jezz - oh hell I'm coming again baby... take my
come... yeah, oh yeah I'm coming up you darling... damn
but you are one good fuck. Do you want my come up your
little fuck-hole, baby?" and as he moaned out through
his question filled the gripping sex of the woman under
him with his juices.
The thirty-eight year old woman could feel deep within
her vagina that her lover's thick and long manhood had
plundered her hard and long. Betsy glanced at the clock
on the stand and saw Wade had been on her for nearly
forty-five minutes during the forth round of their
coupling.
Her mind considered the fact that in the past three
hours she had endured more sex than her husband gave
her in a couple months' time. Betsy felt the man on top
of her buttocks wiggling around as he moved his still
half erect penis in wiggling motions as he rubbed his
groin against her hips. Wade was no longer working it
in and out as they both knew if he did it would slip
from between her labium.
Betsy's vulva felt raw and sore from the hard male sex
object she had felt invading her inner body in places
the other there penises she had allowed to enter her
had never come close to reaching. Finally saying the
words she felt cheap in saying, asked, "Wade, take your
cock out... you've fucked me so hard I'm sore... you
fuck like a mad man."
***
Driving home from the motel, Betsy recalled how Wade
had taken her, in her mind she recalled the three
previous men she known sexually. James, her husband was
no longer truly interested in providing the conjugal
part of marriage. After four years of a quick five
minutes of hopping on, getting off, and rising from
their bed and heading to the bathroom to wash off their
combined juices, James would return to bed and
immediately go to sleep.
This was a once a week ritual, and after four years
Betsy had gotten out of bed before James after his
quickie and stood with one foot on the mattress so her
sex was wide open. Reaching down with both hands she
had pulled her labium open and as she did, the small
amount of semen had eased from her opening and onto her
inner thigh.
"See this little stream of your juices my husband and
what seems to be in name only. James, if you don't
start giving me more than this little bit once a week
you are going to be a cuckold husband." As she made the
comment and before she had finished speaking, her
husband had laughed and told her.
"You look like a whore in a Nevada brothel standing
with your legs open and my come running from your cunt.
For hell's sake, put your foot down," and he rose from
the bed and walked past her to the master bath.
Betsy watched as James returned from the bathroom and
she noticed his slender penis had shriveled up until it
was a like piece of string between his legs. When he
lay back, on the bed, Betsy reached down and ran her
fingers into her sex and collected their juices on her
fingers. Moving to where James lay on the bed, she
reached out quickly and smeared the juices onto her
lips and face.
With a shrill voice she shouted, "Damn you James - if
you won't fuck me I will find someone who will. Maybe
you best friend Eddie, he is always grabbing my ass and
saying he wants to do me. Think about it my dearest
husband, if you don't change immediately, them by damn
the end of the week will find me searching for someone
who finds me attractive and wants what you no longer
wish to enjoy. Your damn job and golf on the weekends
seems to be all you want from our marriage. Trust me
James; you will be a cuckold husband in a week's time."
Allowing her memory to go back to the night of her
senior prom, Betsy thought of Bernie Cohen who she had
invited as her date to the special occasion. Bernie
lived next door and she had trouble asking other boys
to be her date. Bernie was a junior in college and he
smiled when she asked. "Tell me neighbor, would you
like to be my prom date? I've already got tickets and
paid for the dinner for two at the Hilton's four star
restaurant - so what do you think of my being bold?"
Unknown to Betsy, the boy had next door had spied on
her over the years since he first discovered his bone
got hard when he watched her as they would swim in her
pool. By the time he was sixteen and she was thirteen
and he noticed she had somehow gotten some hard pointed
breast that were nearly exposed in her two year old
bathing suit. One day it happened and her right boob
had slipped from her suit as she climbed out of the
water and sat on the edge of the pool next to him.
For the next five minutes or more, they had spoken
about various things and what caused her to reach out
and feel her uncovered breast she didn't know. Being
embarrassed and laughing at the same time Betsy
remarked, "Sorry I don't have more to tempt you with -
maybe someday they will be bigger. What do you think
Bernie?"
"Wow Betsy, your boob looks great. Would you pull down
the other side so I can see both of them? Oh man...
could I touch them? I've never touched a girl's boobs,"
and when nothing was said he had reached out and played
with her newly grown boobs.
Uncertain how long she should permit Bernie to play
with her breasts, the teen recalled how her girlfriends
had told of boys cropping feels for as long as an hour.
Finally the playing of her boobs was having a stirring
effect on her body and Betsy whispered, "Lets get in
the water... while you touch me, I want to feel what
you have. I've never touched a boy or allowed one to do
what you're doing. Would you like to feel between my
legs?"
Within moments both teens were enjoying the first feels
of the opposite sex and when Bernie pushed his finger
up inside her sex, Betsy thought she would pass out. In
moments both teens were nude and they moved from the
pool to her bedroom. Once they were undressed and lying
on her bed, it was less than five minutes when Bernie
moved on top of her and pushed his thing against her
narrow opening.
Had the young boy know how to work his erection into a
girl, who had never been opened, he could have easily
gotten his first cherry. Instead, as his cock battered
the smooth skin between her thighs, he became so
excited that he shot his first load of juices all over
her virgin hole. From then until she asked him to be
her date for her senior prom, they had never went
further than a few moments of cropping a feel.
After the prom, and unknown to Betsy, she ended up in a
Hilton hotel room on the top floor and it was consider
a suite as it had a living room and a bedroom. When
Bernie asked, "Want to undress and play around pretty
date?"
Within the next half hour, Bernie showed his date what
he had learned in the past four years by seducing three
virgins and several other girls during high school and
college. One thing he learned was to perform oral sex
on a virgin and you could just about bank on nailing
her cherry on the end of your dick.
Not having experimented with boys other than Bernie
during her school years, Betsy didn't know Bernie had
an overly thick penis that was at least seven inches
long. When Bernie finally eased the bulbous head of his
cock between her overly wet labium from the oral sex he
had moments before performed on the lovely virgin and
loved knowing he'd gotten Betsy off three times.
Smiling as he slowly eased his swollen and fat cock up
into her tight and somewhat resisting vagina, he could
tell his lovely neighbor and the first girl he had
every partaken any sex with wasn't prepared for the
shock of having her cherry split apart.
The sudden stretching of her sex as Bernie drove
through her thick and tight hymen caused Betsy to cry
out, "Bernie... Bernie, oh no... You promised it
wouldn't hurt! Bernie, you're hurting me! Gee... oh gee
Bernie, oh you are so hard... wait a minute! Just lay
on me for a minute! My God you must be big or
something." Betsy lay with her leg spread apart as wide
as possible in hopes that it would reduce the burning
and stretching feelings she was feeling from her
virginity being ripped apart by Bernie's large
erection.
Although she was inexperienced sexually, Betsy had
stroked enough boys off to realize Bernie's penis was
exceedingly large. When she felt the thick and long
thing as far up inside her as it could reach, she
wanted the sex to be over with immediately. Yet in
another five minutes the short and slow, or long and
fast strokes Bernie would switch from one to the other.
Betsy soon found the working of her first lover's
manhood was causing her to feel a welcoming need for
more of the thick long penis moving back and forth in
her sex. Suddenly she felt the big penis rubbing her
excited clitoris and Betsy tilted her pelvic area
downward so the contact was constant between the large
cock and her clit.
Betsy felt her first orgasm while having sex start on a
firm and forceful stroke of ravisher's erection bumping
against her clitoris. Slowly and then it seemed like a
lost time in her life struck her in an easy stimulation
of her clit. Just as suddenly the sensations became
full and the excitement from her first sexually orgasm
rolled from deep inside her body and caused her to
express her feelings without shame or even the
knowledge of what she was shouting out.
"Aarrghhhh, oh Bernie... you're making me love you...
I'm going off... you are doing it to me... you not only
got my cherry you got me off... is this suppose to
happen... oh give it to me darling... yes like that...
ughhhhhhh, oh God, Bernie shove it up me anyway you
wish. Is it good for you darling?" and Betsy's arms and
legs moved from lying beside her on the bed until they
wrapped around Bernie's back.
Her legs were sprayed out and open as she held them as
high up on her lover's back as they could reach. Her
hands reached down, grabbed her ankles and pulled her
legs even higher and tighter around the muscular back
of the boy who just gave her fulfilling sex.
For the virgin, she found that sex was very enjoyable
and she roused her date to take her four times that
night before she allowed them to snuggle up and sleep
until nearly ten the next morning. When she woke up and
saw Bernie next to her in the large hotel bed, Betsy
wasn't upset that she had given up her virginity.
Instead as she looked at the two of them, and the bed
the no longer virgin could see the evidence of her lost
virginity.
Although the youthful penis was covered with the
viscous residue of their coupling from their previous
encounters, Betsy learned over and even her blood on
Bernie's pubic area didn't stop her from taking his
semi-erect penis between her lips and into her mouth as
deep as possible. Looking up at her date as she
commenced in what she thought must be how a girl does
oral sex, watched Bernie's eyes open and look at the
sight of his neighbor sucking his cock.
Moaning as he become fully erect, Bernie said in deep
passion and emotion, "Ho boy, oh Betsy you suck cock
better than any girl I've ever been with. Last night
you said you had never done oral sex... is that the
truth baby?" and in another couple of minutes he was
flooding the mouth of the girl.
During the summer months the two teens found several
opportunities to engage in sex. And when Betsy went to
college she refrained from sex until her senior year
and she submitted to a fifty year old full professor
who had done more than take her under his tutorage and
instructor her in the study of nuclear physics she was
earning extra credit on, and a special scholarship.
When she saw Rodney Steadman looking at her sweater
covered breast with eyes that seemed to bore through
the cloth of her garment. The expression on his bearded
face said he wanted something else after their having
been in his physics lab for a month and until now
nothing had ever passed as sexually between them.
Betsy listened as he spoke in his deep throated voice,
"I don't suppose we could... could enjoy things other
than our working together... or could we?" and stood
looking at not only her breasts, but his eyes moved
down her body to her feet and back up to settle on the
place where her skirt covered her sex.
Without speaking, Betsy reached down and pulled her
sweater up and over her head. Her hands moved to unsnap
the front clasp on her 34-C bra and she watched his
eyes bore into her strawberry colored nipples and
areolas. Not wasting time in the even she would change
her mind, she unfastened her skirt and allowed it to
drop around her ankles, then she pushed the black thong
down over her legs and she stood nude before the man
who she knew held her fate in his hands.
"Truly exceptional. You are a very lovely woman... Miss
Sampson you are without doubt a charming and desirable
female," and as he spoke he undressed. Within moments
Betsy was on the sofa on the raised area from which he
stood when he lectured before the fifteen specially
designed desk. To her surprise she noted his penis was
perhaps a shade less than five inches in length, but it
was overly thick.
Speaking to herself, Betsy didn't realize she was
speaking aloud and her comments were being heard by the
man standing over her as she reclined on the sofa.
"Shit, he's cock is thicker than Bernie's penis. My
God, his cock must be three inches in diameter... damn
it has been nearly four years since I last had as cock
up me... jezz, will it fit up me?" and she shuddered as
he moved over her body and placed the head of his cock
at her opening.
Slowly and methodically Rodney Steadman worked his
thick cock into the tight sex of the girl under him. He
knew she was the most appealing of any of the girls he
had ever nailed on his classroom sofa, and finally he
was buried up the flowing sex with the viscous wetness
of her female juices coating his cock as he worked it
back and forth in the gripping tight pussy he was
stroking.
Asking the submissive girl, who had simply undressed
and surprised the hell of out him with the lack of
conversation, "Am I doing it the way you want sweetie?"
and he shoved against her pussy and rotated his body so
he was applying pressure with his pubic bone against
her large, fleshy and pudgy clit.
When he moved his fingers to play with her pussy while
stroking it with his cock, Rodney was surprised by the
overly large clit that he found at the end of her very
long clitoral hood. Using his fingers in a pinching
action Rodney squeezed her clit and heard her moan out
as he applied even more pressure. Then he again was
rolling his body against the "V" of her loins and he
could feel the thick clitoris as he rubbed harder and
harder against the auburn colored hair and lips of her
sex.
"Oh yeah... oh yeah it is good like that... do it hard
and fast. Take me hard and fast... you are only the
second boy... I mean man I've ever been with. Oh hell,
it has been four years since I last done this... give
it to me... fill me with you juices. Do you want to
spray me with you come. You just cummed in me didn't
you?" and she heaved her hips up to take the squirting
cock deeper in her welcoming pussy as she got off.
"Yes! Oh yes, I'm going off... Eeeeyieee, oh hell it is
so good... it has been so long... oh give it to me,"
and she moved her legs around her professor's back and
without thinking, moved her lips to kiss the man
passionately. By the time she left the classroom, Betsy
had welcomed the man into her body three times.
By the time her senior year was over at the university,
Betsy was actual relieved as Professor Steadman never
allowed a day to pass that he didn't engage in sex at
least once. Even her periods didn't stop the man from
taking her either orally or by penetrating her. Betsy
had kept a diary of her sexual activity from the time
she and Bernie had messed around in the pool the day
her boob had flopped out of her undersized bathing
suit.
***
Although nothing happened, other than a few crops of
his hand on her body, her mother's brother Raymond had
found it enjoyed to feel the tender body of his niece.
Although they didn't have actual sex, Betsy had finally
agreed they could be nude together. After listening to
Uncle Ray describing the act of going part-way, she
discovered such could be fun.
Many times Betsy would jack-off Uncle Ray and loved
feeling his warm come squirting all over her hard
pointed breasts. Her uncle taught her how to squeeze
her legs together and grip his erection between her
thighs until he shot off his thick cream. From the time
she was nearly fifteen until she completed her third
year of college, Betsy and her uncle found solace in
their incestuous entanglements.
Had her uncle not been killed when his private plane
crashed the week before she had promised she would
finally permit him to enter her body, Betsy would have
found a new lover. After meeting the professor on more
than a student-professor relationship, Betsy had
determined if was her uncle she had finally desired and
would allow to settle between her legs. Alas, it was
not to be in the stars she said one night while setting
on the roof deck of her sorority house and recalling
the relationship with her uncle.
***
Now she knew a new lover and as Wade was only the
fourth man to enter her sex, Betsy felt how sore her
anus was as she pulled into the garage of her home.
Looking in the garage saw James was home and wondered
if he would ask where she had been and why she hadn't
been home when he arrived from the office.
Entering the house she didn't see him in the family
room or seated at the kitchen counter, so Betsy walked
down the hallway to where he had set up an office.
Looking in the doorway, Betsy's eyes took in the
computer screen and before her eyes were images of a
young girl, perhaps eleven or twelve years of age.
Without speaking, but observing the computer for
another few minutes, Betsy noted the screen went blank
and James removed the disk and placed it in the top
drawer of his desk. Moving quickly, Betsy walked to the
kitchen and making noise as she begin to make some
coffee, she had a bad sense the young girl was she and
James' daughter, Cindy.
Cindy was now an eighteen year and attending Yale.
Betsy's mind couldn't stop the idea her husband had
somehow video taped their child. "James, you best hope
you haven't captured my angle in the nude. Damn, is it
possible?"
***
"Been shopping honey?" she heard her husband ask as he
entered the kitchen.
Smiling with a mischievous and jaunty look across her
face and what she inwardly hoped showed she had
returned the cuckold sexual conquest by another man
driving his hard manhood deeply in the cavern between
her leg. Yes, she had again evened up the score with
the hope James would somehow know another man had
placed his seed deep in her belly. Betsy glowed in the
hop jealousy would torment her ass of a husband and he
would accuse her of infidelity, but the act of such she
would never confirm.
Betsy replied in a joking manner, "Nope honey, I was
getting laid by a young stud muffin of twenty-one...
does it upset you that I've been doing the naughty?
That my pussy, which you always believed would be yours
alone has been coated with another man's sperm?" as sat
down on the stool and opening her thighs to show her
sex glistening with Wade's cream, then crossing her
legs and squeezing then tightly together to tickle her
clit.
Having noted his wife was not wearing panties as she
flashed him, and his eyes could see her sex was gapping
open and assuredly seemed to be coated with a man's
come. Until how to act or reply, James asked with his
face in shock as his voice sounded out a warning, "You
fucking bitch... if your cunt ever gets another man's
come up it you best be certain your funeral plans are
complete. I will shove a fucking butcher knife up your
cunt, all the way to your belly button."
Unexpected in the comment, Betsy cringed as she watched
James move suddenly to stand in front of her and his
right hand moved down and slid up her leg. While
keeping her legs crossed, she was unprepared when her
husband gabbed his left hand into her stomach and moved
his face against her own and told her, "Open your
whoring legs... son-of-a-bitch, your cunt is full of
come... damn you Betsy! Who fucked you... how long has
this been going on?" and his fingers moved inside her
sex,
Betsy felt her husband's fingers move and hook the side
and top of her sex in a tight grip. Then James jerked
his fingers hard and Betsy knew her sex would be
bruised from his strong fingers digging into her soft
inner-flesh. "Stop it James... stop! You're hurting
me... I used a dildo on my pussy and made my self
climax... I'd never cheat on you," Betsy cried out in
the hope James would release the terrible grip of his
fingers inside her body.
"What... you used a dildo? Holy shit... you and a
vibrator... you little cunt," and as he spoke pulled
his hand from under her skirt. James turned and walked
from the room and as he left through the door from the
kitchen and into the garage, he shouted out, "I'll be
home around midnight, but I might just stay in a motel
tonight so you can enjoy your toys."
Running into the living room, Betsy watched as James
drove off in a hurry once he was out of the driveway of
their home. She turned and quickly moved to his desk
and opened the drawer she had watched him place the
computer disk into. Opening the drawer, she saw there
were several disk lying in the drawer and they were
each dated and seemed to be about a week apart on some
and others were a month or more in age from the other.
Taking the disk to her own computer, she inserted the
one that had been on top and in moments the image of a
girl's body from her neck to just below her pubic area
came onto the computer's 27 inch LCD screen. It was
certain the girl was around eleven or twelve and her
small breasts had only started to grow on her chest.
Her fatty mons was hairless, although one could view a
fine growth of pale fuzz was present, and more so in
the image as the person operating the camera zoomed in
to capture the pronounced fatty mound and smooth tiny
labium surround the velvety thin lips of the young
girl's vulva.
"My God... oh Cindy... oh my little girl," Betsy sobbed
out as she watched the camera lens opening and it was
doing so in the way to capture the image of the girl
completely. Within a suddenness she had expected, the
image before her was a girl of twelve, but it wasn't
Cindy. "Nooooo... oh James how could you? You videoed
Missy... Cindy's friend when she was little!"
For the next three hours Betsy hurriedly viewed each of
the tapes and on the third disk watched in horror as
her precious little angel virginity had been torn from
the young body by her daughter's own father. The horrid
scene had been captured by the camera and for Betsy she
could only consider how innocent her little girl
appeared.
Betsy couldn't help but view the flawless beauty of her
preteen daughter with skin like rich cream it was so
smooth and silky. There could be no doubt that her sick
husband's knowledge on using the camera was evident
from the images of the soft downy fuzz like hair that
showed on the fatty mounds of Cindy's Mons-Veneris.
Within moments the images and sounds of her daughter
having oral sex performed on her was complete with the
small voice of her virgin little eleven year old
daughter's mellifluous voice expressing the feelings
that only older females should be uttering. Hearing her
little girl express the pleasure of oral sex made Betsy
become sicker and sicker to her stomach.
Not only that, but James had spoken in a sickening
voice as he used his hands and voice to have his
daughter open her legs wide as he moved between them.
Once Cindy's tiny sylphlike, agile and lissome legs
were spread as far and completely apart she could get
position them, she had looked at the computer screen
and watched her husbands cruel fingers reach down and
he pulled his own child's tiny labium completely open
and recorded the immature vulva graphically.
Five minutes later the image on the disk showed Cindy
on her back and James standing between his daughter's
young thighs. Betsy knew her daughter was only eleven
when the video had been done from the bed covers.
Evidently James was holding the camera in one hand as
he guided his erection to the entrance of his
daughter's sex. The image and sounds from the disk
provided the evidence of the pain Cindy suffered as she
lost her innocence.
What hearing an adult being taken sexually would have
been one thing, but to hear your own little girl of
eleven utter intimacy and utterances of sex, and the
associated pain of being deflowered finally caused
Betsy to become sick to her stomach.
A half hour later Betsy ran to James' desk and took out
the video camera. Removing the disk, she inserted it
into the computer and in moments the deflowering of
Marla, who was the nine year old neighbor girl who
lived across the street was being displayed on the
computer screen. Once more the utterances and intimate
acts was being performed on a young girl by the monster
she was married too. Telling herself, "This is your
last little girl to hurt James... may you rot in Hell!"
The tears and shouts of pain reflected the agony the
ten year child suffered as James took her roughly.
Having observed how both her daughter and her best
friend and now the girl from across the street to bleed
caused Betsy to shout aloud, "I will cut off your
little fucking dick James. You're the worst man on
earth and you'll pay for what you have done. No wonder
neither girl ever had a date... they couldn't handle
being with a boy... a boy might try to touch them or
want sex with them... God... what a monster!"
Taken the desk and camera with her, Betsy drove to
parents home an hour's drive from where she lived. Once
she was inside her parents' home, she spoke softly,
"Dad... mom... I have some terrible news to tell you...
I want to have you keep these disks for me. Please, oh
please don't look at them. They have the worst things
in the world on them. Dad... put them in you box at the
bank and if something happens to me, give them to the
police. I must go home now before James discovers I'm
not home."
***
Betsy hurriedly drove home and once there searched
James desk and the other areas of his home office and
found three more disk. Picking up the phone, Betsy
called Wade and spoke with him for nearly an hour, and
before hanging up confirmed their earlier conversation,
"Your four buddies will come over to the motel
tomorrow... you promise not to use my last name... is
this what you really want... you've done this before
with woman haven't you Wade?"
Listening to the sexy woman speak he thought her voice
was strained, but had he known why he wouldn't have
believed the reason. Replying to the lovely woman's
question, "Yes honey... once before. Yesterday you said
you could never have multiplied partners... what
happened to change your mind? Wear a cocktail dress and
we will all go out for a couple of drinks and dinner
before partying... would you like to be the center of
attention by five men for the evening and know each of
us will be desiring you and your loveliness. You are
truly beautiful, but you know that don't you Betsy?"
The night was lost in the blur as one of the men after
the other moved over the welcoming body of the sexually
charged Betsy as she surrendered to carnal lust. When
or what time Wade and his four friends left the motel
Betsy had no idea. She awoke around ten the following
morning and as she realized where she was and how sore
her pelvic area was, she shuddered in the knowledge
that each of the five men had done her at least three
times. Even at one point she was riding one of the men
as first Wade and then two other of the men took her
anal opening.
Getting out of the bed Betsy walked to the sink counter
and started some coffee that was in the room. Filling
the bathtub as the coffee brewed, she moved to the
living room and with some pain in the effort, raised
her foot and leg up on the chest of dresser with the
mirror on the wall above the furniture. Looking in the
mirror, Betsy could see her sex was puffy and she
tentatively used her fingers to ease her labia open.
The inner view of her sex showed a deep redness that
she knew was from having been rubbed repeatedly by the
firm cocks of the young men who had provided her the
most unique sex in her life.
"My god, I'm such a fucking slut. Oh James... at least
I know what it is like once again to be loved by a man
with enough of an erection to fill me and yes, stretch
me open. Will I ever want this again?" and moving her
leg down, walked over and poured her coffee, then hoped
into the tub. After her bath and dressing, she drove
home and once there noted James's car was parked in the
drive.
Entering the house, Betsy knew that her husband would
notice how she was dressed and that she had been out
all night. "Hell, if he can lie, so can I," she thought
as she opened the door and entered her kitchen from the
garage.
***
James was seated at the kitchen table and in front of
him was a gun of some sort. The look on her husband's
face showed what she believed was the devil incarnate.
His mouth opened and a scream erupted from deep in his
soul as he shouted, "Where in the hell are my video's?"
and as he asked his hand picked up the black gun lying
on the table in front of him.
Knowing he would kill her if she didn't say what he
expected, Betsy simply replied, "They are in a bank
vault and if anything happens to me, the police will
get them... you can never get to them James."
At the moment the front door bell sounded and as he
stood up, said in a gruff voice, "Answer the fucking
door and get back in here... move bitch!"
Opening the door Betsy saw three police officers, and
two men who were in suits. One of the men wearing a
suit spoke with authority, "I'm Detective Sergeant Mark
Haynes, and we're here to see James Sampson... is he
here?"
"Thank God you here. Yes, he is in the kitchen. He has
a gun of some kind... I think he's going to kill me."
and as she spoke, Betsy moved outside to where the
police were standing. She watched in horror as the men
drew their weapons and slowly entered the house.
Moments later she listened as shouts could be heard
from the kitchen, and then a single gunshot rang out to
break the silence. In a few minutes a police officers
came out to where she was standing with a uniformed
officer and she was asked to step back inside the
house.
The officer explained they had a warrant for James's
arrest for having sex with the girl across the street.
The girl was in the hospital with major damage to her
vaginal area, especially due to her age and size. The
officer explained that James had turned the gun upon
him self and ended his life.
Betsy thought fast and determined to protect her
daughter and not reveal the existence of the tapes.
Perhaps I can protect my daughter by not making the
gruesome videos available to the authorities and Betsy
believed in her mind that somehow the information on
the videos would somehow be released. Plus the news
would tell about the tapes and Cindy would once more be
struck with what her father had done to her.
***
Taking a flight the next day to where Cindy was
attending college, Betsy rented a car and in an hours
time pulled up in front of Cindy's dorm, Betsy knew her
daughter would likely have trouble admitting the damage
her father had caused. Yet as a mother, Betsy knew she
must be brave and somehow make life good for her little
girl.
Moments later she was hugging her daughter and after a
couple hours of crying and trying to provide Cindy with
as much information as possible. Finally the two of
them washed the tears from their eyes and after
applying new makeup, Betsy suggest the two of them go
out for dinner.
After eating, and over a piece of cheesecake, Cindy
moved to sit closer to her mother and reached out and
absentmindedly lay her hand on her mother's thigh.
Neither seemed to notice the act and in moments, Cindy
said in a soft voice that was just barely audible to
Betsy.
"Mother... when I was young, around six or seven, daddy
would touch me. When I was ten he started doing other
things to me and eventually he pushed his thing inside
me when I was eleven years old. Mother I have never
discussed this with you as I didn't want to hurt you.
My father also did the same thing with my best friend
Missy. Over the course of my junior and senior years in
school my father continued to assault me. Missy and I
discussed this between us and that is why I left home
just as soon as I was out of high school."
"Honey... I just discovered this a few days ago. And I
feel so sorry for you and all the pain it caused you. I
wasn't aware that the sexual attacks continued during
your school years... yet I'm not surprised. How is
missy doing? She is going to Stanford in California
isn't she... do you speak with her often?" and as she
spoke felt her daughter's fingers stroking the insides
of her thighs. In fact, she tried not to give away the
fact she knew that her daughter was caressing her inner
legs in a manner that a daughter shouldn't be doing.
For another few minutes Betsy spoke with her daughter
and had opened her thighs as if to give her daughter
access to her body. Cindy's finger tips blushed lightly
across the center of her panties, Betsy caught her
breath as she felt the intimate touch. Now it wasn't
her legs being caressed by her daughter, but the core
of her femininity. Then as if an unknown signal passed
between them, Betsy felt her own child's fingers press
firmly against her panty and a rush of breath escaped
from between her lips.
Hearing the deep release of breath from her mother's
throat as her fingers pressed her mother's panties
between her labia, brought reality to the forefront of
Cindy's mind. Knowing she was touching another female's
sex, albeit it was covered with her panties, she was
still making a sexual act on another woman for the
first time in her life. Confusion passed quickly
through her teenage mind as her finger tips were now
rubbing up and down her mother's female slit and then
finding the hard button of her clitoris.
As if in a dream, Cindy's fingers eased under the leg
band of her mother's panty and moved her fingers until
they were up to the first knuckle between the opening
from which she entered the world. Her middle finger
eased deep, as deep as it could reach and then her
thumb was pressing and massaging her own parent's
clitoris and the realization of her acts suddenly
caused the teen to moan out, "Oh mother... oh what have
I done? I'm sorry for touching you. It wasn't meant to
be as it seems. I only wanted closeness. Will you
forgive me mother?" and Cindy reached out and took her
mother's hands in her own.
"Hush baby girl... gee, I keep forgetting you're a
grown woman now so guess I need to stop calling you my
baby girl," Betsy said in reply. Even though both had
expressed a short defense of the other's acts and
thoughts, Betsy realized she was enjoying the feeling
of her daughter's finger in her body and more
importantly, finding her child's thumb brushing harder
and harder against the round ball of her clitoris.
"You may call me that all my life and I'll love hearing
it from you mother," Cindy said as once more her mother
gripped her hand and pressed the probing teen fingers
deeper into her body.
Time seemed to not be a part of anything at the very
moment her body tensed up just before her orgasm
struck. Crying out in a soft and pleading voice, Betsy
expressed her pleasure simply by feeling the intimacy
and then her utterances, "Make me get off... y-e-s...
oh yessss... Cindy you're getting me off! I've never
with a woman before... aiyeeeeeeee, oh darling, oh it
is so wonderful. I'm coming!"
A half hour later both mother and daughter was nude and
lay with their faces on the upper thighs of the other.
Finally Cindy said in a voice that was shrouded in
passion and expressed how deep a feeling of release had
passed throughout her inner soul and body. "Mother,
until now I have never been with another woman... and
mom... there has only been one male who I've had sex
with... you know it was dad and yet you have never
chastised me for what he did with me... did we do
anything terrible mother?" and once more the teen girl
was kissing and licking the hair covered area of her
own parent's female opening.
"...aughhhh, oh darling it is so wonderful... I'm going
to come already! I only found out about your father a
day or so ago... now darling... work your finger in and
out of me... yes, like that... eyieeeeee... oh my
darling!" and her thighs closed around her own
daughter's head as her hands pulled the teen face tight
against her welcoming sex.
***
"Honey does it bother you to have watched the tapes?
They show the intimate side of your father that he
should have given to me, but alas he wanted only young
girls. Shall we destroy them or keep them for our
enjoyment, Cindy girl?" and as she spoke, moved to hug
her daughter in her arms.
Pulling her mother down onto the bed with her, Cindy
moved her arms to hug her mother in return. Her lips
pressed against her mother's face as she said in a soft
whisper, "Let's keep them mom... I must tell you
something daddy once told me. He said that he'd done
over twenty of my little friends and got their
cherries. Did you see the videos he kept in the loft
over the garage? That is where he liked to have me and
my friends play..."
A look of disbelief flashed across her face and Betsy
could only reply, "Oh no... I didn't know about the
fact there could be other tapes... are you positive
about the fact there might be more than twenty other
girls?"
"Yeah mom. But let's forget that for now. So where are
we going for dinner tonight? Want to try the Hungry
Bear where all the stud muffins on campus hang out?"
and she giggled as her mother replied to her comment.
"What if some big frat boys finds two lonesome females
and determine they are the Hungry Bears and want us for
dinner?" Betsy asked in a mocking voice.
Giggling as she replied, Cindy asked, "Uh mom, you
haven't told me if we are going to meet those two boys
from the dorm next door. If we do, I want any sex to be
in the same bed with you. It's funny they believe you
are my older sister... what would they say if they knew
we were mother and child and lovers?" and Cindy's lips
closed around the large nipple on her mother's left
breast.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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