Alley 1

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Alley 1

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Her thoughts were unclear, how long had she been here?

His presence, his scent filled her senses. Recall, thought, returned for a fleeting moment, she sensed she still stood in the alley behind her home. She had taken a moment’s break to place the scraps outside for the local cats, as was her usual duty every evening upon closing.

She sensed him, glanced up and looked at the darkness that was the alley she stood in, yet saw nothing, however she felt something, was this fear? was this the impulse to flee?, no the fear was not there, just the warmth deep within her body made her twitch.

Her personal space had not been breached; she usually kept a full arm length from strangers, yet still she saw nothing. Her mind asked questions, should I take the body back to your workplace? She over rode the thought, No! I need to stay here! What method of control existed over her flesh she wondered? She flared her nostrils and drew a mighty inward breath. Yes! Her senses filled her with his presence. He was near her; she flared her nostrils again seeking his direction, aahhh! He was near. Her body again began its slow climb as it had done only moment’s prior.

His scent was the trigger; her body urged the blood to move quickly to the areas that he may explore if she was the chosen one. Her nipples, beautiful in any state of arousal felt the rush of her life’s force surge into them, and gorged themselves with the new blood. She felt the heat and the pulsing as the blood met her skin, her nipples enlarged and flared and pulsed, in the cool of the alley she felt they shone like twin beacons in the night. He must sense her now she thought, the fire in her nipples demanded attention, would he come closer now?

Her life force coursed through her body racing downwards towards her sexual centre, emitting her own scent of arousal, now he would surely come forwards to her from out of the darkness and ravish her body as she now urgently required. She became aware of the dampness between her legs and ordered her body to provide separation between her legs to better allow the scent to flow forward to him. Yes, good, she thought as she sensed the nights breeze was indeed coming over her shoulder, for unlike most hunters who wished to go undetected, her needs were such that she had placed her body in his path with the breeze blowing her scent towards him. She knew that his nostrils would detect her lust and she hoped he would soon emerge from the darkness and break into her personal space.

Her arms started to slowly move towards her chest, firstly she detected her body had a cloth covering her upper section, her thoughts were strong, I must show him my upper torso, entice him closer to me. She found the first button and her trembling fingers had some trouble with the action yet she soon managed. Her body adapted very quickly to new actions and in moments she was able to repeat the action with the second button. She felt the cool breeze on her back as the garment became looser as she undid the third button. Slowly she opened the garment and pulled it free of the lower section covering her sexual centre. Could he see her clearly in the darkness now that she was partly exposed to him? She urged her body to move a half step sideways to catch the beam of moonlight that streamed into the alley from one of the three moons of the planet she was upon.

The moonlight bathed her left breast in its faint orange glow and she sensed him again in the darkness. Her mind urged more blood to her breasts and they again swelled, throbbing like beacons for him to home in on. Her body sensed his closeness; the sideways half step had brought her legs together again, slightly reducing her scent from her sexual centre. She used the opportunity to steady her body ready for her next arousal. Her mind again focused on her actions. She was holding her upper garment open, exposing her breasts to him, her engorged aching nipples, beacons in the night, urged him forward. Her mind urged more life force to flow to her sexual centre and the breeze carried her love scent to his nostrils. He although invisible still was wary of the creature so close in front of him. He like her, sensed her sexual readiness and his own body started to betray him to her. As his lust grew he slowly revealed himself in the darkness, firstly with his pale orange eyes.

She drew breath, sharply as his piercing eyes appeared not more that half an arm length away, slightly to her right. Her neck hairs stood straight up as she realised she had in fact caused him to lower his defenses, his lust had reduced his normal invisible nature and he was now very exposed, simply the glow from his orange eyes could be sufficient for his capture. She urged her flesh to respond further by causing more life force to rush to her lips, allowing the sensation of fullness to engorge her lips she knew that her scent of arousal would drift upwards in the light breeze to his nostrils. She again moved one leg to open her sexual centre allowing the breeze to waft her scent to him. He responded as she had hoped and his shaft began to appear to her eyes, just the head visible at first with the glistening merter escort pre cum droplet hanging from the slit at the end of the flesh stalk she now urged her eyes to focus upon.

Her reward twitched within an arms length from her sexual centre, yet she required more of him yet, she had the urge to see more of the creature and for the first time she moaned, low like an animal in heat “mmmmmm, yes”. She knew of the story of the creature and how exposed to death she was; yet her lust was strong to mate with the yet invisible body before her. He sensed she was no threat, was open to him and his hands appeared through the gloom, his arms still invisible, just his six fingered hands reached forward to within a fingers length of her engorged nipples. He hesitated, she moaned again “mmmmmmm,yes” and he touched the tip of her right breast, gently at first, then lifting and judging the weight. She saw the hands floating in the darkness, the invisible arms making them appear as cut off and floating and it seemed incredible to her they had the strength to lift her large breasts, made even heavier yet by the blood she had urged her body to force forward to fully engorge and inflate them for his touch. His right arm started to appear in the moonlight as he stroked her nipple, feeling her life force in his touch. Yes she thought he is slowly appearing before me and he will be mine tonight.

His stalk had also changed shape as she could now see his hairy ball sac dangling below his appendage. How she longed to thrust herself forward and impale her sexual centre upon his thick prong, yet she still hesitated somewhat, not yet even losing the lower garment that concealed her lips from him. He was homing in on the scent emitting from her lips and soon would remove any material in the way with ease. She decided that to preserve the garment she must now remove it herself quickly or he may indeed rip it from her body in his moment of lust as he was indeed becoming more visible, moment by moment as the blood flowed and pulsed within his aroused body. She saw his six toes appear on the alley floor and for the moment she knew exactly where he stood, his balance steady. She drew breath as she slowly lowered her arms to her lower garment, this one easier with its single zip at the side. His orange eyes glared and burned brightly as the zipper made it’s slow steady sound as it traveled it’s fixed road. Yes, yes she thought he would be mine alone tonight as she measured his lust, watching more of his shaft thicken and extend.

“Magnificent” she thought, her lust rising within her sexual centre every moment. He had a shaft far in excess of her expectations and she trembled in the anticipation of the first penetration to her virgin body. He would take her soon she knew and his seed would engulf her sexual centre and flood her belly with its heat. Her primal urgings took over and her palm extended forward and cupped his shaft in her hand. The size of it shocked her, as she attempted to close her fingers around the head of it she realised she could not close her hand and touch her palm because of the size. The instant she placed her palm upon the shaft a huge twitch pulsed through his organ so strong she almost had her wrist broken from the force of it.

Yes she thought this would be some night for my body and mind. His fingers had begun to twist her nipple and roll it back and forth lightly. “mmmmmm, uh” she issued the guttural sound without thought. Her body was now taking over her mind functions and for the first time in her life her body was taking over control. Her skirt fell to the alley floor and her legs parted easily to allow his gaze to see her full lips for the first time in their full glory. He lowered his arm and a bony finger reached forward and collected the tiny drop of honey from her lips, causing her to twitch as he had done and as he moved the drop of honey to his mouth his lips and teeth became visible to her gaze. He was much taller than she was and she knew he was hugely powerful, yet she still believed he was a gentle creature.

She urged him on with more gentle moaning and she now had his shaft captured with both her hands, now she felt her strength returning as she gained some measure of control over the creature. Her hands on his shaft lifted and felt the weight, yes she thought he is huge, and hard, and exactly what I need right now. He felt her shift in mood as she grasped his shaft in her hands and suddenly with lightening speed he made his move. His lust for her engorged nipples overtook him and he drew her left breast inside his open mouth and clamped down hard forcing her nipple to burst open and squirt her life force deep within his mouth. The swiftness of it shocked her; her skin erupted with tingles, twitches and fear. He suckled like an angry child deprived of milk for hours, drawing her life essence from the burst nipple and as she realised that pain was now coming into play she attempted to squeeze his shaft and pull on it in defense. Her virgin skills betrayed her as she only heightened his arousal further. She had called the creature to her side with güngören escort her offering of lust and now she began to understand the danger.

His suckling on her left breast increased to a crescendo and stopped. She knew he had drawn her life force from her and she felt faint. His orange eyes glowed fierce in the night and her legs trembled. She held on fast to the shaft in her hands, her only method of control, she stroked him slowly and appeased his lust whilst her own lips drew together and her honeydew ceased to flow. Fear now was here and her mind was starting to come back into the picture again. Her lust was receding as the pain of her ravaged breast formed an image in her mind. He had reduced her nipple to a tattered piece of flesh, the force of his suckling had opened the nipple fully and her breast was no longer the beautiful piece of flesh as it was moments before. He glared at her and for no apparent reason she knew she would offer her other breast to him now. He lunged forward and as before took the entire breast within his mouth, however this time his lust was partly sated so his suckling was more childlike, his urgency this time did not break the nipple open. She felt the warmth of the inferno of his mouth and her mind receded whilst her body again took over. His suckling open the nipple and her life force again flowed into his mouth. The intense pain moments before passed away as the pure lustful pleasure of his suckling overtook her mind and controlled her body again. As the gentle suckling continued she felt his shaft twitch again and she knew again that the coming pleasure could overcome the pain. Her honeydew wept again from her lips as she drew the head of his shaft slowly towards her frontal opening.

He moved his third hand around to her back to gain the hold he wanted prior to his initial penetration of the sexual centre of this hot virgin offering. She sensed his change of mood and offered her breast deeper to his mouth. The pleasure increased as he suckled, more slowly, more gently and she relaxed her trembling legs as she felt her body being raised off the alley floor, powerfully he controlled her sexual centre as he moved her towards the head of his shaft. He still suckled her breast and was in no need of urgency now as she was totally controlled by him. He was in no danger and he could take his time. He moved her forward not moving his feet at all and slowly he placed his treelog shaft tip at the entrance to her lips. They were fully engorged and he knew she would be well lubricated within her warm depths. He hesitated, as he knew the first touch of her lips to his shaft would produce sensations he loved. He also knew that he would appear fully to her soon enough as he moved to close the last of the distance between them. She watched his form appear before her fully as his heated shaft touched her sexual lips and parted them fully as he slid her forward onto his shaft of pleasure. Her body poured her honeydew forth to allow the lubrication required to take him within her belly.

He grunted with the pure pleasure of it as he moved her further forwards towards his balls. She felt his width stretching her lips and her canal opened to accept his hardened shaft with its bulbous head forcing itself forward deeper within her body. The expected moment of penetration she had covered many times in her mind yet this was not as she had expected. He stopped for a moment and started to move her away from him. It was pure bliss she felt; yet a tinge of fear was still in her mind. Was he rejecting her as unsuitable by slowly removing her from his shaft? She felt him pause and again he reversed the movement, drawing her closer to him again, she felt empowered “mmmmm,yes” he had accepted her as suitable and would now use her for his pleasure. She again felt his width penetrate her belly and his lust thickened his shaft further, she felt his treelog being shoved up between her legs towards her belly.

He moved more of his shaft into her belly as she realised she was still a long way from his ball sac and wondered if she could take his entire huge shaft. He felt the resistance as his head touched her virginity, yet he slowed here determined to enjoy the thrust he knew his shaft would soon impose upon her body. His eye moved to her belly and watched as the pressure increased upon her virgin belly. He had her impaled upon his shaft and he now released her breast having removed all the fullness from them both. He glanced at her bleeding nipple and gave it one more lick to clean it for her. Both her breasts hung now as flat sacs against her chest, all semblance of fullness gone from them. He now centered his entire being on the offering now impaled upon his large shaft. He wriggled slightly and saw her eyes open wide as she realised she was suspended above the ground with his treelog shaft between her legs. She was unable to touch the ground and his third hand held her back, whilst his other two were upon her hips. She could lean backwards against him and he allowed her to do so. Her head was not supported so she had to make an effort to look upwards into his fiery bağcılar escort red lust filled eyes.

He drew her forward suddenly and her virginity was torn open. Her scream of pain rent the night air, his eyes fire red and he impaled her more deeply upon his shaft, feeling her relax into his huge third hand as the pain washed over her body. She was totally controlled by the creature and he sensed this as he slowly allowed her body to raise away from his shaft and he watched as the trickle of blood flowed down his shaft. “mmmmm, ah!” He always insisted that all offerings were virgins and they had done his bidding. He moved her body forward again and watched as his shaft slowly disappeared again into her belly. She was wide eyed again as the pain reduced she knew that the pleasure would start to soon build within her sexual centre. Her knowledge was only from stories and folklore, yet the creature was renown for his ability to stimulate the sexual centre of the offerings given to him by the localfolk.

He concentrated on his task now, fully visible he was vulnerable, yet he was confident he was still safe as he set up a slow steady rhythm of moving her body along his stiff shaft. His huge shaft was at an upward angle so she moved downward as he drew her closer towards his ball sac and as he pushed her away she was raised. His movement of her was different to any other movements she had seen her parents do, simply the creature was so powerful he did not move his feet or legs at all. He stood stock-still and moved her body only. She felt the pain going and her lust again responded. She was slick now and she could see his shaft was wet with her honeydew. It was clear in the moonlight and she relaxed as his gentle movements drew her belly into a tight knot as her first orgasms drew near as a non-virgin, as an offering to the creature. If she survived the night she would be a powerful storysayer in her village.

She concentrated upon relaxing her sexual centre and she opened herself up to him more fully. He sensed her body change and allowed her to move closer to his ball sac on the next downward stroke. She made up her mind that she would feel the slap of his balls upon her white backside and relaxed more to allow him more penetration on his next stroke. He raised her almost fully of his shaft this time and simply allowed her to slide forward using her own bodyweight as the power, she continued forward and stopped with a smile on her face having taken all of his treelog within her sexual centre. He raised her again and this time moved her impaled body to the very tip of his cockhead and allowed her to again slide forward, her bodyweight doing the work for him, his third hand acting as a guide for her to lay upon. At the bottom of the stroke she closed her legs around his hairy body and pulled herself hard to his ball sac and tried to close her feet together around his waist. He again raised her to his cockhead and allowed her to slide forward once more. She tried to close her legs again but was unable to do so. His tempo was picking up ever so slowly and she felt his shaft thickened once more within her belly. His cockhead throbbed and began to swell up as she saw his ball sac lift and begin to tighten.

She realised she would only have several more slides on his shaft and he would boil over and plant his hot seed deep within her belly. She concentrated on her own pleasure now as the dull pain of her flattened breasts, her one torn open nipple weeping her life force in the moonlight, was forced into the back of her mind. She needed to orgasm when he did for the maximum effect if she was to gain her pleasure from the creature.

He roared as his ballsac spasmed and his sperm began its journey from his ballsac to her belly along his thickened shaft. She slid down to the bottom of him and wrapped her legs around him. This time she managed to hook her toes together to hang on as his explosion began. She remembered that she must hang on as a previous offering had been shot right down the alley from the force of his blast like a cannonball and had been unable to survive the impact. Now was her greatest moment of peril, could she take the load of sperm jetting forward from his balls? He was well loaded and he began to unleash the reward towards her belly. She clung to his hairy belly fur and hooked her toes together as he emptied his life force into her blast after blast. She felt her belly filling as spasm after spasm erupted from his huge treelog. “Yessss” she was watching his eyes glow red and then even brighter as he continued to pour his life essence into her belly. She felt the healing begin of her torn nipple and watched in awe as her breasts began to return to their original state as his sperm filled her body and his life force spread throughout her body. Her breasts became hard and firm again and the healed nipple thrust hard and tightly upwards into the night. The creature let out his blood-curdling roar “AAAAAAAHHHHHH EEEEE” as the last of his sperm left his ballsac and his treelog slowed to a dribble. He had completely filled her and restored her battered body to perfection with his pure sperm. She knew she had won as his eyes returned from bright red to an unfamiliar pale yellow shade. “Yes” she cried as she knew she had survived the blast of the creature, she knew she would soon have child within her and the creature would protect her always as he returned slowly to his invisible world.


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24 Hours To Live Pt4

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Bent Over

On the brink of death, nothing could be further from the mind of Joel McCabe. He had three women – and not just any three women, but the sexy wife AND gorgeous young daughters of arch nemesis Mickey Standish – under his complete control. Each in various states of undress, they were Joel’s toys to do with as he pleased over the cumming two hours.

Fifteen-year-old Barbie clone Tiffany Standish was clasped tight on his lap, back to his chest, the kitchen knife threatening to sever an artery should any of the women step out of line. The white tank top discarded, Joel amused himself by playing with a pair of peach sized breasts that felt like two stress balls. And oh was he ever about to relieve some stress. The pleated blue skirt remained in place, from time to time riding up Tiffany’s thigh when Joel’s hands squeezed those sweet breasts, causing her back to arch. Joel’s armoury was complemented by sister Charlotte’s thick buckled leather belt, cracked every so often for effect like a manic ringmaster.

Now, just imagine the scene that greeted Joel: below on the carpet, stepmother Jackie, a former model in her late thirties, and nineteen-year-old Charlotte, were about to provide a private floorshow – though not perhaps before a little more coercian. At least, that’s what Joel hoped. After all, unquestioning compliance to his twisted whim was no fun, no fun at all.

Joel licked his lips at the sight of Charlotte spread butt naked in profile, resting on hands and knees, cascading highlighted locks dangling like a veil. Stepmother Jackie knelt behind, eyes darting from Tiffany’s captive body to Charlotte’s plump pussy lips and puckered arse. The instruction from their tormentor: “I want to see you eat her pussy, Jackie,” hung threateniingly in the air like a spray of mace.

Jackie grimaced, the indignity weighing heavy. It was a battle of wills and she was on the wrong end. Alone she might take her chances, but couldn’t risk the teenagers’ lives. Joel’s grip tightened triumphantly on Tiffany, the blade glinting. “You’d like to see Jackie lick your sister’s cunt, wouldn’t you, Tiffany?” he whispered in her ear.

Tiffany wriggled around in his lap. “Let us go, you sick bastard.”

Joel merely grinned and fondled her tits a hit more. “Okay Jackie, go to work,” he prompted.

With – surprise surprise – Jackie foolishly playing dumb, Joel was forced to act the bad guy once more. Reaching over, he cracked the buckle end of the belt on Charlotte’s inner thigh, a real evil snap that immediately flared the tender skin. Charlotte yelped, tears welling, and almost immediately Jackie begged clemency, her soothing lips moving quickly to cover the welt. She nuzzled and licked at the graze, at the same time parting the younger girls arse cheeks to provide a panoramic view of Charlotte’s puffy labia for Joel and Tiffany. “Mmmmmmm,” slavered Joel.

Tiffany tried to turn away but the blade held fast, forcing her to spectate. Like a small child, Tiffany closed her eyes in defiance. Joel whispered that he’d slice off her eyelids if she tried that again, a threat that had the desired effect as, down below, Jackie worked her talented mouth up Charlotte’s shapely thigh, stopping a whisker from the younger girl’s pussy to draw a breath. Glancing aside, she saw Joel play idly with her other stepdaughter’s gorgeous young breasts, the other hand holding the keen blade to the girl’s throat.

When Joel gestured her to get on with it, Jackie knew she had little option other than to do it – for all their sakes. Hands on the tops of Charlotte’s thighs, easing apart the slick lips, in went her face. As the older woman’s tongue touched the inner flesh of her pussy, Charlotte battled to stifle a groan.

For no other reason than he wanted to, Joel lashed out with the belt, catching Jackie on her panty-clad arse. She sucked in air and screwed up her pretty face as Joel bellowed: “What are your knickers still doing on?”

“You never told me…”

THWACK. “But…” THWACCCCKKKK.

Jackie whimpered, the first visible sign that she was being slowly broken. Drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes brought a nod of approval from their tormentor. Nonetheless he issued three rapid swipes of the belt to her bare arse as a warning, and because he could. Squealing, Jackie shuffled over with haste to press her face back hard into Charlotte’s warm snatch. The joyous sound of tongue flicking at moistening cunt filled the room. As Jackie’s eager tongue found her stepdaughter’s clit, each urgent flick seemed to send ripples of betrayal through Charlotte’s inexperienced body.

As Joel shifted in the armchair, he raked at his fly, gaining some relief for the stifled bulge beneath. The tip, doused in precum, had worked free of his boxer shorts, the shaft was so damned hard it hurt. Tiffany swallowed hard, deducing what was happening behind her. “Don’t they look just awesome together,” he teased, stroking Tiffany’s long blonde hair.

“You’re sick.”

With his spare hand, Joel reached for the hem of her skirt. Tiffany gasped, tiny hand lowering to meet his, trying to push it away. The constriction sinop escort of the ever present blade persuaded the frightened teen to rest them passively at her sides, allowing Joel to fumble with the skirt and draw it slowly up her shapely young thighs. The girl’s breathing sped with each notch and higher, more intimate caress of tender thigh as Joel savoured the moment.

Things were getting just as hot on the floor below, the initial reluctance replaced by the heat of lust. As Jackie probed every moist pink fold of ger stepdaughter’s pussy, an unmistakeable groan of pleasure escaped Charlotte’s lips. As the older but nonetheless equisitely sexy older woman came up for air, her lips glistened with Charlotte’s juices. At the same time, Charlotte’s pussy dripped with saliva.

Gesturing Jackie back into place, Joel continued tugging until Tiffany’s skirt was drawn into a concertina at her middle, both thighs exposed. He reached over to place a clammy palm over the front of Tiffany’s panties, the warmth radiating back through his hand. Slowly he worked a thick probing thumb back and forth over the damp area where a pair of slick pussy lips met the crotch. “Oh God no, please, no…” she moaned desperately.

Joel continued rubbing his thumb back and forth, matching the motion of Jackie’s tongue in Charlotte’s cunt. Yet he wanted more depravity before he was done. “Now, kiss her arse,” he directed, “and get that tongue right inside, you filthy bitch.”

Jackie issued a sneer but, having come to realise that resistance was futile, trailed her tongue the length of Charlotte’s perineum. Curling it, she prodded at the quivering brown ring. Oh God, yesssssss,” bellowed Joel, continuing to rub Tiffany’s covered snatched as they watched.

Manoeuvring deftly, Joel spread Tiffany wide over his knees, his insistent thumb pressing the material right up and inside her wet snatch. Tiffany’s front teeth buried in her bottom lip, treacherous body going into uncontrollable spasms, light sensual moans encouraging Joel to rub more purposegully. “You two, change places,” he ordered. “Charlotte, it’s time to enjoy your first taste of pussy.”

Charlotte blushed, having evidently hoped she’d be spared the indignity. But Joel was insistent, a single jerk of the knife capable of slitting her sister’s throat. Jackie issued a consolatory look before easing on to her back, knees elevated. Inviting Charlotte in closer, a little stroke of the arm assuring her stepdaughter that everything would be okay. With a sigh of resignation, Charlotte crawled between the older woman’s legs. Jackie moaned in mock appreciation, but Joel wasn’t fooled by the charade, disappointed that they took him for a fool. Elevating a knee, he lowered the sole of his boot on Charlotte’s head, forcing her face deep down into Jackie’s crotch. “Alright, alright,” protested the young woman, the words muffled in cunt.

As Joel retracted, Charlotte began to lick at the gently petalling lips and this time Jackie’s moans carried an air of authenticity. Oh, if only Mickey could witness this. Frankly, he could do to Joel whatever he wished for Joel was having the last laugh. If word got out, his sheer audacity would be the stuff of legend. He’d be lauded for years to come as the guy that had taken on the great man, his wife AND both daughters.

Lowering the knife, the blade caressed Tiffany’s hip, eliciting a whimper. Joel sliced the waistband of her panties on both sides, the unsupported triangle of damp cotton in the middle sliding off to reveal a pretty snatch, bordered by a light brush of straw coloured hair. Joel’s thumb entered with a squelch, accompanied by a loud exhalation from Tiffany’s lips. As Joel rotated, a low moan filled the room, causing the other two women to look up.

Joel ordered them back into position, Charlotte working her tongue ever more urgently. The older woman reached to pinch a pair of sensitive swollen nipples that protruded from a pair of oversized, gravity-defying breasts. Unprompted, Jackie took Charlotte by the hair and up to her face. Exchanging hot deep French kisses and tasting her own arousal, it was as if she hoped Joel might shoot his load prematurely and turn his attention away from her virgin stepdaughter.

No chance. Joel was intent on claiming his prize. Placing his thumb against Tiffany’s hymen, he explored the snug tunnel with an index finger, encircling her clit. Tiffany cried out, breasts quivering with each heightened touch, body limp. Totally at his whim, Joel felt confident enough to place the knife on the arm of the chair without recourse, thus freeing up both hands to double the pleasure. Placing the palms beneath her elbows, her slight frame lifted easily. As Tiffany’s arse rode up his chest, a rock hard pole jerked below, intent on impaling her virgin vagina. The bulbous tip teased the girl’s slit as it hovered precariously close, bringing whimpered pleas. Adjusting, Joel slotted the head in place before letting gravity take its course, her body sliding down in slow motion. “You want this cock inside you, don’t you Tiffany?”

Tiffany shook her head in denial as the fat knob buried itself in the tokat escort tightest damned cunt Joel had ever had the pleasure to encounter. Each notch elicited a cry from the teen virgin. A third of the stiff pole enveloped in sweet young pussy, further penetration was prevented by the barrier of her maidenhead. Desperate to fuck the young pricktease, Joel heaved an almighty thrust from the buttocks. After a moment’s shocked silence, Tiffany screamed as her hymen took the brunt, the rampaging fiery head tearing through the fleshy barrier.

Needing leverage, Joel reached for the girl’s firm young breasts, cupping and kneading, before compressing each nipple. Her young body rocked, riding his rockhard shaft as the pulsing shaft worked repeatedly over her swollen clit. “No…no…oh God no…no…no…nooooooo.”

“Yes!” hollered Joel, cock dipping and rising, thrusting with lust and fury.

Hard work at first, only Joel’s surpreme stiffness – the hardest he’d ever been – kept the momentum going. After two minutes of dedicated fucking, suddenly a switch in Tiffany’s brain seemed to flick. “God yes,” she moaned, taking a grip of the armchair. “Fuck me Joel, fuck me hard…yesssssss.”

The words prompted Joel to rammed in even harder, bashing her cervix over and over, to the accompaniment of lustful pleas from the not-so-sweet young girl. “Harder Joel, harder…oh God yes…make me your dirty little slut.”

The barrage pushed Joel to the verge of orgasm, his cock disappearing repeatedly between the girl’s legs as he fucked from behind like a stallion. At the same time, Tiffany bounced on the stiff shaft, more filth slipping from her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…”

Hearing Tiffany become so animated forced Jackie to raise her head, watching intently, as Charlotte continued to eat her pussy. So rough was the copulation that Joel’s cock, glazed in Tiffany’s juices and streaked in a raspberry ripple effect, slipped out and rebounded off Tiffany’s belly. It waved in the air like a barber’s pole. Joel gestured Jackie in closer. “Lick it clean, bitch,” he ordered.

Pulling herself away from Charlote’s oral ministrations, Jackie shuffled over on her knees. Tiffany glanced down, eyes as wide as ping pong balls as, beginning at the base, her stepmother’s soft tongue lapped at the fluids clinging to Joel’s shaft. Rising gradually Jackie vacuumed up the film of dew. Joel grunted in appreciation. Reaching the mushroom head, Jackie hesitated, eyes fixed on Joel’s.

A hand reached out to grab the brunette’s hair, lifting and banging down her mouth, the tip plugging her throat. As Jackie spluttered and gagged, Joel held fast until his cock was as clean as a choirboy’s smock. Charlotte, in a trance, elevated from her stepmother’s pussy to watch. The spell was quickly broken as Joel gestured her closer. “Kiss her…nice and slow…tongues.”

Jackie caressed her elder stepdaughter’s cheek reassuringly, before tilting her head. Their faces met, both pairs of lips parting as tongues lashed together. The thought of Charlotte tasting her sister’s juices on Jackie’s mouth sent Joel wild with desire, his cock plunging back and deep into the tight cunt before him. He pumped like a piston, hands clamped at her waist. “Oh God, Joel, use me like the whore I am,” squealed Tiffany.

Her tight young cunt and vocal filth pushed Joel to the point from which he was unable to hold back any longer. As he arched his back and thrust hard from the buttocks to deliver one final deep slam, a wave of cum jetted into the soft pink tunnel and flooded her womb, the orgasm like a volley of gunshot in his head. When Joel stopped exhaling and his ears could hear once more, the deafening ring continued.

Jackie was up first, her face demonstrating TRUE fear for the first time that evening, the sort of fear only a gangster’s moll can know. Grabbing Charlotte’s hand, she fled to the hall as Joel and a disorientated Tiffany followed close behind, neither quite aware of what was happening. Sheer panic prevailed as Jackie skirted up a hang-down ladder into an attic that doubled as a panic room. The trapdoor shut tight, shrouding the naked quartet in black.

For five minutes the three women huddled, no words exchanged which was as well for they’d have been inaudible above the heavy breath. Another five minutes passed before Joel pressed his ear to the trapdoor. It was hard to hear anything. “I’ll go see,” he whispered.

“No,” warned Jackie, grabbing hold of his arm, the grip almost tender, the generosity of feeling surprising Joel, given what had just elapsed.

Joel proceeded nonetheless, taking hold of the trapdoor and feeling suddenly vulnerable and hugely fearful. Maybe this was the precursor to how his life would end. “I’ll be okay,” he assured, anxious to exit the dark claustrophobic tomb of a room.

Naked, he climbed through the gap and back down into the flat, heart racing. Darting from wall to wall like a policeman on a stakeout, he was ready to turn and run at the slighest disturbance. Yet perversely there didn’t seem to be any noise coming from anywhere. Retrieving and throwing on his clothes quickly, yozgat escort Joel crept over to hover on the stairs above the club entrance, listening but still hearing nothing. Slowly he took to the stairs, each creak eliciting a wince. Ear to the door, still nothing could be made out.

The scene that greeted Joel as he eased open the door took his breath away and would be etched indelibly on his brain forever. It was a scene of pure and utter carnage. Every single man in the room, had been shot where he sat, not just shot but peppered with bullets. The walls too had been pebble-dashed by machine-gun fire and every optic at the bar smashed into a million pieces, the contents drip-dripping on the floor in an eerie hollow tone. And the blood! It oozed over the sides of the tables, thickly coating the floor and edging towards him like a volcanic eruption of lava.

Joel was snapped out of the trance upon spotting Mickey Standish, like the others slumped in his poker hand, blood still seeping from multiple orifices. It took a moment to register on his brain: Mickey Standish was dead. The feeling of joy that cut through the numbness was overwhelming.

Joel blew hard, head in a whirl. He could only deduce that a rival gang had set upsome kind of hit akin to the St Valentine’s Day Massacre, knowing that the club would be full of Standish and his closest entourage. Just about every member in the hierarchy was lying dead in his own blood. A rival gang or a carefully orchestrated heist perhaps, in the knowledge that some fifty grand would be up for grabs. Or both?
Tiptoeing carefully around the scarlet stream, he towered over his vanquished nemesis, stating in a croaky, almost reverent voice: “Hello Mickey. Told you I’d have the last laugh…”

With that, he lifted the corpse by the hair, reaching inside the man’s jacket. He rejoiced as a roll of cash the width of a coke can was extracted. Now this would set up him up nicely and Mickey didn’t need it where he was heading. A quick dash around the table, several more thousand was plundered from inside pockets.

Back upstairs Joel’s return was received warmly by the distraught women who already feared the worst. With Joel’s assurance that the worst was over, reluctantly they climbed from the loft. “Looks like a gangland hit or a heist. They’ve gone now,” he said matter-of-factly. I’m afraid Mickey’s dead.”

The two girls burst into tears, consoling each other with hugs. Jackie colapsed, burying her face in his shoulder. A minute passed as tears were shed. “It’s a pretty nasty scene down there. I think we should get moving. I’ve a place you can spend the night till things cool down. Has one of you a car?”

As clothes were restored and bags quickly filled with essentials, the enormity of the situation hit home for Joel – he was saved, the death sentence miraculously deferred. “Take the girls first,” suggested Jackie, handing him a set of car keys. “I’ll call the police and deal with things out here. Go with Joel,” assured Jackie, the girls seemingly reluctant.

The following morning Joel awoke, wondering at first whether it had all been some incredible dream, the notion negated when he saw each of the girls clinging to his side like babies. Jackie had phoned at midnight to confirm they’d be keeping her overnight and both girls had insisted on sharing a bed with him. Well, who was he to deny the rquest? At about two a.m. he’d awoken to find Charlotte stroking a penis that stretched half-cocked on his belly. “Do to me what you did to Tiffany,” she whispered through sad-looking yet lustful eyes.

Though Joel hated to take advantage of a young girl in a heightened state of grief, he put his principles aside to bang her senseless. The resultant commotion woke Tiffany and soon Joel had two horny, emotional sisters vying for his attention. They swapped positions and it was gone four before the last of his seed had been drained.

As he climbed from bed, careful not to wake the girls, Joel’s groin was killing and he walked like John Wayne. After a relieving long pee, he limped downstairs. Now that the ordeal was over, finally he could clear the stack of messages from the answerphone.

Contrary to his fear, they were from family and friends, one message from his mum, another from his dad, and even his brother Pete chipped in. A few other acquaintances enquired of his whereabouts. The last message was fresh, left last night at five thirty. “Hi Joel, it’s, um, it’s Natalie. Look, sorry for bothering you, but I, um, I really enjoyed what happened this morning. I wondered if you’d, um, like to come round again sometime when Pete’s out. Call me.”

Joel raised his eyebrows, startling as the letterbox rattled. It was going to take some time to put yesterday out of his mind and lead a normal life. Too early for the mailman, a folded-up handwritten note lay on the mat. It read: ‘Dear Joel, thank you so much for yesterday, you really brought out the slut in me. I’m longing for a repeat. Please don’t make me wait, Cathy.’

Joel blew hard, his attention drawn by giggly girlish voices upstairs. Jeez, he was a father figure now to boot. He didn’t know which way to turn. One thing was sure, life was never going to be the same again. Perhaps he ought just to take the thirty grand and get out of London.

The End


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