Update 1

I was originally just going to post finished chapters on this blog, but I think I may do the occasional commentary to let whoever wants to know what I'm working on.  Especially when it gets to be a long time between story submissions.   Not that I have many if any followers but meh, be good as a diary if nothing else:p

Right now I'm working on another Grimm's Fairy Tales adaption.  I know it's an overdone story, but Little Red Riding Hood is one of the most violent and sensual stories in the book so I couldn't not do it.  The edges of the basic storyline will be the same, but the characters and details are getting all twisted around so it definitely won't be just the same old story with a bit of sex thrown in.  Oh and this time it won't be a fan fiction off of some tv show:p 

Bobby The Hooker has officially been put on the back burner.  I still have two chapters to finish but I can't seem to focus on my non weird stories.  I must follow the weirdness.  I has no choice8D

If anyone has any thoughts on what they would like in a Red Riding story or maybe a suggestion on what Fairy tale I should do next, please feel free.  I may not use the ideas but I will always give them serious consideration.

Well I think that's all for the first update.

Hansel And Gretel

    The woodcutter’s axe echoed through the woods.  Sweat dripped from his forehead as yet another tree fell with a resounding crash.  The day was a good one.  A bit humid but it was always like that in the forest.  His two kids sat nearby looking bored.  Well, Gretel looked bored.  Hansel was playing with his sling.  Hansel was always good at finding something to keep his active mind occupied.
    Gretel rushed forward as the tree fell, “Can I use the axe now?”
    The woodcutter cocked an eyebrow at her, “Say again?”
    Gretel gave him one of those looks, “You did bring us along to help, right?”
    The woodcutter sighed, “Oh, right.  I tell you what, you see that wheel barrow over there?”
    Gretel looked and nodded.
    “I want you to take you’re brother and gather kindling.  The good stuff, now.  Make sure it’s nice and dry.”
    Eager to be of help, Gretel nodded furiously, grabbed her brother and the wheelbarrow and marched off in search of kindling.  Before she could leave, however, the woodcutter stopped her and pressed a compass into her hand.
    “Take this,“ he said, “My compass has never failed me.  If you get lost, it will guide you back to me.”
    Gretel looked at her father’s compass with awe.  She smiled and kissed his cheek before setting off into the forest to gather kindling.
    Hansel and Gretel were twins, but you wouldn’t think it to look at them.  Gretel was bigger than her brother and her hair was a mass of golden curls.  Hansel was small for his eight years of age and his hair was dark and straight.  Where Gretel was confident and responsible, her brother was submissive and prone to mischief.  Gretel couldn’t count the number of times she’d had to pull Hansel out of trouble.
    They searched the forest floor for dry dead sticks to use as kindling.  Well, Gretel searched.  Hansel could never keep his mind on the task at hand.  He would look for wood but instead would see a bird’s nest up a tree and would have to climb up to investigate, or his eyes would light upon the perfect rock for his sling and he would have to test it out.
    Gretel was used to her brother’s antics and let him be, as long as he stayed in sight.  She was just happy to be doing something grown up like helping their father with the livelihood. 
    A couple of hours passed by and the wheelbarrow was finally full.  The children began to head back but soon realized that they were lost. 
    “Don’t worry,” Gretel said reaching into her dress, “Papa gave me his compass to lead us back.”
    And sure enough, she led them back to the clearing where their father had been working.  Only he wasn’t there.
    “Where’s Papa?” Hansel asked worriedly.
    Gretel gazed around her own worry evident in her eyes, “I don’t know…this is where we were supposed to meet him…”
    “So where is he!” Hansel whined, panic showing in his eyes.
    Gretel gulped, “I don’t know.  Come on.”
    They left the wheel barrow in the clearing and took off into the woods.  They searched for a half hour or so without finding their father.  Finally, they stumbled out onto the Queen’s Road.  As they walked along, a carriage surrounded by soldiers on horseback came upon them.  They tried to hurry out of the way but one of the soldiers blocked their way and dismounted.
    “Now what do we have here,” the soldier leered at them through his helmet.
    Gretel held a sobbing Hansel to her and quivered, “Please sir.  We’re the woodcutter’s children.”
    “Bring them here,” a voice called from the carriage.  A strong, authoritative voice that brooked no argument.
    “Yes, Your Highness,” the soldier called back respectfully as he guided the children to the carriage.
    As they neared the carriage door a woman emerged from it.  The children gasped as they realized it was Queen Regina, the evil sorceress queen of the kingdom.  The Queen was a dark, domineering figure that loomed over them.  Her raven curls were pulled up over a cruelly beautiful, ivory face, while her curvaceous figure was framed by a sumptuously dark dress that opened all the way down the front to reveal her figure squeezed into a black velvet, form fitting body suit.  Her full, milk white breasts bulged against an extremely low cut neckline that stopped only just short of her nipples.
    Queen Regina gazed sternly down at the two frightened children, “What are you doing on my road?”
    Gretel gulped, “We’re just looking for our Papa.  He wasn’t at the clearing where we were supposed to meet him.”
    The Queen sniffed as if in disbelief, “A likely story.  We’ll soon get to the bottom of this.  Captain seize them and bring them to my dungeon.”
    As the captain moved to obey, Gretel grabbed Hansel’s sling and gave him a push.  She yelled at him to run as she loaded a rock into the sling, whirled it and sent the rock hurtling towards the captain.  Taken by surprise, the captain sank to one knee as the stone thunked off his helmet.  As the kids dashed off into the forest, the soldiers all moved to pursue them.
    “STOP.” the Queen commanded.  The soldiers obey, but they looked to the Queen, confused as she gave an amused smile.
    Hansel and Gretel ran off the road and over the nearest hill up into the forest.  They had started up the next hill when a swirl of violet smoke puffed up before them and the Queen stood over them smiling evilly down at them.
    “Foolish children!  You cannot outrun me!” She cackled.
    Yelping in surprise the twins stumbled backwards and lay on their backs gazing up at the Queen in fear.  Vines appeared from the underbrush and coiled themselves around the two children, binding them tight.
    The Queen raised a hand to her chin and gazed at them in consideration, “You children may be foolish but you are brave.  That bravery has just saved your family.”
    Gretel looked up at her confused, “Y-you’re not going to throw us in a dungeon?”
    The Queen shook her head and leaned down to help them to their feet as the vines uncoiled, “No, indeed I am going to help you find your father.”
    The children gasped with happy surprise, “You are?!”
    The Queen nodded, “But first, you must do something for me.”
    Gretel looked at her suspiciously, “What?”
    The Queen smiled down at her, “Come with me and I will tell you.”
    The kids looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the Queen into the forest.
    “Further into this forest,” the Queen explained as they walked, “There‘s a cottage in which the Blind Witch lives.  She has something of mine.  I need you brave children to go into her house and get it for me.”
    “Why do you need us to do it? “Gretel asked curiously. “You’re much more powerful than we are.”
    The Queen answered, “Ah, true, but there is an enchantment on the cottage that keeps me from entering.  Luckily, the enchantment doesn’t affect children.  That’s where you come in.  I need you to sneak into the cottage, find and steal a black pouch and return to me with it.”
    “And in return you will find our Papa?” Gretel asked.
    The Queen nodded, “Indeed.”
    Gretel looked at her brother.  He nodded and she turned back to the Queen, “Ok, we’ll do it.”
    The Queen’s wicked grin shone in the fading light as she led them deeper into the forest.  When they were drawing close to the cottage she stopped and turned to them, a serious look on her face.
    “I’m going to give you a warning that, if you value your lives, you will heed,” she cautioned.
    Hansel and Gretel nodded.
    “The witch’s house is…unique.  When you enter it, no matter how tempted you are, eat NOTHING.  If you do, I cannot help you.”
    Hansel and Gretel nodded seriously to the warning and the Queen turned and led the rest of the way to the cottage.  As they entered the clearing, the children saw what the Queen meant by ‘unique’.  The witch’s cottage was made entirely of pastries and candy.  As the children approached the fence the Queen fell back into the forest with one last warning to be careful. 
    Hansel and Gretel crept past the fence gate and up to the house.  Gretel peered into an open window.  Inside, she saw what appeared to be the kitchen.  There was a cozy fire going in the stove, but like the outside, the inside looked to be made up primarily of sweets.  Even the table was piled high with trays of delicious looking pastries.  Turning to her brother, Gretel’s eyes popped wide and she was barely able to swat his hand before he swallowed some icing he had scrapped from the wall.
    “Remember what the Queen said,” she hissed, “Don’t eat anything!”
    Looked  abashed, Hansel nodded.  They climbed into the empty looking kitchen and quietly looked around.  When it became apparent that the pouch wasn’t in the kitchen, Gretel peered into the next room.  It turned out to be the living room and it also had a roaring fire going in the fireplace.  Gretel stifled a frightened squeak when she saw the Blind Witch seated in a rocking chair in front of the fire.  When it became apparent that the witch was asleep, Gretel glanced around till she caught sight of the black pouch hanging on the wall.  Motioning for Hansel to stay put she crept into the living room.  Silently, she retrieved the pouch without incident.  As she turned around to return to the kitchen she was just in time to see Hansel hungrily bite into a chocolate cupcake from the table.  Shock course through her as she couldn’t believe he could be so stupid!
    “Hansel, NO!!!” Gretel whispered urgently.
    Hansel guiltily started and instantly replaced the sweet to the table.  It was too late, however, as the witch’s milky blue eyes popped open and she turned in her chair to gaze blindly into the kitchen, “I smell dinner!” she moaned hungrily.  It was only at this time that Hansel and Gretel caught sight of the pile of children’s bones that lay in front of the fire.  They were ivory white and picked clean.
    The children dashed to the front door, but it’s lock magically clicked shut before they could get it open.  They ran to the open window but it also slammed shut just as they reached it.  Trapped, with nowhere to go they turned to see the Blind Witch rising from her chair.  Gretel had always thought that witches were old hags but the Blind Witch looked young and healthy.  She had wild, straw colored hair and a see through gown spotted with leaf and vine designs that did nothing to hide her supple figure underneath.  The children had a clear view of her heavily swinging breasts and her curvaceously wide hips from which hung a long thick penis.
    “I thought girls didn’t have those,” Hansel gasped in disbelief
    “They don‘t,” moaned Gretel.
    The witch chuckled as she moved into the kitchen, her blind eyes moving about as if trying to find them, “Witches aren’t like other girls, kiddies.  We get some very nice bonuses.  Now, shall we play before I eat?”
    The children gulped nervously, “W-what?”
    The Blind Witch grinned, “I like to play with my food before I eat it.”
    Hansel and Gretel backed away as the Blind Witch advanced on them, tracking them as she sniffed the air.  It wasn’t until it was too late that they realized their mistake.  They had backed into a cage that clanged shut on them as soon as they were through the door.  The witch pressed up against the bars and cackled lustfully as she reached in and felt them both over, her clawing hands dipping into very uncomfortable places.
    “I’m gonna get the table ready, kiddies.  You can strip each other down now or I can do it when I prepare you for cooking.  It makes no difference to me, hahahahaha!”
    The witch spun around and wiggled her fingers at the kitchen table.  The kids watched in horror as the trays of sweets floated to nearby counters and a giant cookie sheet laid itself out over the table top.  A carving knife and bowl with a baster and spatula also floated to the table. 
    Turning back to the cage, the witch gleefully reached in and pulled out Hansel.  He yelped and Gretel tried to pull him back in, but the witch’s grip was like steel as she shoved Gretel easily to the back of the cage, dislodging her grip.
    Pulling the frightened Hansel to the table, she lifted him up as if he were a doll and positioned him on the cookie sheet on his hands and knees.  Ordering him to stay still, she started to remove his shoes.  Too frightened to disobey, Hansel knelt still on the table as the witch removed his socks, and then began to slice his pants off with the carving knife.  He whimpered as the cloth was expertly removed from his quivering body.  His shirt soon followed and then his underwear until he was completely naked on the table, ready and waiting like a plucked turkey for baking.
    “Now comes the fun part,” the witch giggled.  Turning to the cage she called out, “Are you watching little girl?”
    Gretel was too stunned to speak until the witch screamed at her for an answer.  Gulping she cried out, “Y-yes, I-I’m w-watching.”
    The Blind Witch smiled with satisfaction, “Good.”  She leaned in next to Hansel’s ear and cooed, “Gravy or butter?”
    “W-what?” Hansel quivered.
    The witch giggled, “How shall I baste you?  Gravy or butter?”
    Hansel sobbed, “P-please…”
    The witch frowned, reached forward and twisted one of Hansel’s bare nipples and hissed into his ear, “Gravy or butter!?”
    Hansel yelped, “Ow!! B-butter, butter!  Oh god! Butter!”
    Smiling with satisfaction the witch giggled, “Good choice.  Much more slippery.”
    Wiggling her fingers again she set a large glob of butter melting in a skillet on the stove.  It only took a few moments before she poured the melted butter into the bowl on the table.  Getting behind Hansel again, she began to coat his ass cheeks and hips using the spatula.
    Gretel stared wide eyed and gasped as her brother’s ass began to glisten in the lantern light.
    The Blind Witch grinned in her direction as her keen hearing heard the gasp, “Naughty, naughty girlie.”  As she finished with Hansel’s legs she moved to coating his back and chest, “What are your names, sweet children?”
    Gretel gulped as she started to feel funny watching her brother’s preparation, “Why do you want to know?  You’re just going to eat us.”
    The Blind Witch grinned as she worked, “Sometimes I don’t eat the children right away.  Sometimes I play with them for days before I get really hungry…or bored.”
    Gretel figured she should try to buy time, “I-I’m Gretel and that’s my brother Hansel.”
    The witch gasped, “Siblings!  Oh goody joy!!  And you watching your brother almost as hungry as I!”
    Gretel stuck her lower lip out stubbornly, “I am not!”
    The witch cackled, “Say what you will, Gretchen knows.  Blind as she is Gretchen knows.  That’s me, Blind Gretchen.”
    Blind Gretchen cooed as she finished coating Hansel with butter, “All done outside, little Hansel.  Now for the inside.”
    The children wondered what she meant by that as Gretchen set aside the spatula and grabbed the baster.  Filling it with liquid butter, she used one hand to spread Hansel’s glistening rump, exposing his bum hole to clear view.  Both the children gasped as she dripped a couple drops onto his puckered hole and used a finger to massage it in.  Hansel groaned as her finger poked inside him and slid in up to her first knuckle.
    “W-what are you doing!” he moaned as she slid the finger back and forth, working the butter in.
    She giggled as she worked her finger up to it’s second knuckle in his virgin hole, “I’m basting you, of course.  Do you like it?”
    “N-no, s-stop…”
    Gretel let a moan slip as Gretchen reached down, gripped Hansel’s rigid member, and giggled into his ear, “You’re cock says otherwise.”
    Gretel gulped, “H-his what?”
    The witch raised her head towards Gretel, a knowing look in her blind eyes, “His cock.  Penis.  The fleshy shaft that your brother pees through.  Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”
    Gretel flushed as she watched Gretchen’s finger slide all the way inside her brother, “N-no, I’ve seen it.  I didn’t know it was called…that.”
    Gretchen nodded, “Yes, yes.  It’s not as impressive as mine,” she wagged her hips for Gretel to see her fat member jiggle, “But it’s nice and stiff all the same.  It means he likes my finger in his butt.  Or maybe he likes being naked in front of his sweet sister, eh?”
    Hansel whimpered as the finger stroked his insides, “N-noooooo…”
    Gretchen shrugged as she withdrew her finger, “Who knows.  But he likes something, that’s for sure.”
    Hansel sighed as he thought the butt probing was done, but he tensed up again as Gretchen inserted the baster into his rectum and slid it in.  He moaned and cried as she squirted some inside him and stroked the baster back and forth, working it deeper and deeper, letting out more butter the deeper she went.  Soon the entire baster was inside him and she emptied the rest of it deep inside before she pulled it out.
    “There,” Blind Gretchen chuckled with satisfaction, “All ready!”
    Gretel licked her lips as an idea began to form in her mind, “B-blind Gretchen?”
    “Yes Dearie?” Gretchen asked as she climbed onto the table behind Hansel.
    “W-what are you gonna do to my brother?”
    Gretchen smiled as she opened the front of her gown and let her cock flop onto Hansel’s back, “I’m gonna play inside his slippery hole with my cock, Gretel Girl.  That’s what I’m gonna do!”
    Gretel kicked out of her shoes and began to unbutton her dress, “Can I help?  Watching you is making me feel real funny in between my legs.  I think I’m sticky down there…”
    Gretchen grinned delightedly, “Why of course Girly!” She wiggled her fingers and the cage door clanged open, “Come help me play with your lovely brother!”
    Gretel dropped her dress to the floor and walked, naked, to the table.  Nervously, she got up next to Blind Gretchen.  The witch felt her climb up and reached over to pull her close.  Gretel whimpered a moan as her newfound desire warred inside with her plan.  For now, both aligned, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop long enough to do what was needed when the time came.  As the witch’s hands roamed over her nude form, the eight year old girl groaned in response.  Gretchen smiled as she felt the small, flat nipples, and slipped down to find Gretel wet and slippery with arousal.
    “Naughty, horny, Gretel,“ the Blind Witch giggled, “You should make yourself ready.”
    While one hand frigged the little girl’s cunt, the witch used the other to guide Gretel’s hand down to the bowl of melted butter.  Knowing what she was supposed to do, Gretel scooped out some butter and began to massage it onto her chest, making her skin as slippery as her brother’s.  Gretchen continued to finger fuck Gretel while the girl basted herself with the butter.
    When Gretel was completely basted, the witch cackled at her, “Now grab your brother’s chubby little butt cheeks and spread him wide for me.”
    Gretel gulped, but seeing no way out of it, she took hold of Hansel’s cheeks and pulled, spreading him as the witch lined her cock head up with his slippery hole.
    Hansel whimpered and begged his sister, “G-Gretel noooo, please!”
    As her fingers gripped his bare skin, Gretel moaned, “This your own fault, Hansel.  If you hadn’t eaten that cake…”
    Gretchen cackled in agreement as she pressed her purple head at his slick opening, “Hehehe, that’s right!  Dirty little boy needs a lesson! Blind Gretchen is just the right teacher!”
    Hansel screamed as her bulbous head popped inside him.  Even with his hole well lubed, his virgin ass burned with pain as she stretched it farther open than it had ever been stretched.  Gretel knew she should feel sorry for her brother, but the sight of his bum filled with fat witch cock sent a thrill down her that made her wish she had a cock herself.  Her plan forgotten for the moment, she watched with perverse fascination as Gretchen sank inch after meaty inch of cock into her brother.  She moaned in disbelief as Gretchen bottomed out in Hansel’s ass, her balls covering his.
    Gretel’s hands sank to her own pussy and she masturbated as the Blind Witch pumped in and out of Hansel’s screaming, moaning body.  After a while, there were more moans than screams as his hole adjusted.  Hansel grunted and even started to push back as he was fucked.
    Leaning over, Gretchen moaned into Gretel’s ear, “Get under him.”
    Obediently, Gretel crawled in front of her brother and slowly slipped feet first underneath him, their slippery bodies sliding wetly against each other until they were face to face.  Gretchen gazed in amazement at an expression she had never seen on her brother’s face before.  His face twisted in a mixture of pain and extreme lust as he ground his tiny cock against her. 
    Cackling, the witch reached down and guided Hansel’s rod to his sister’s pussy.  Gretel’s mouth made a surprised O and she gasped out a lustful moan as she was deflowered by her twin brother.  Hansel moaned back as he moved his hips and fucked his sister.  Gretel humped back, bringing her legs up around his slim body.  Her feet met behind him and she stroked Gretchen’s slick rod with her soles as the witch rode Hansel.
    The three bucked and grunted like animals as the butter dripped between them.  Soon Hansel whimpered as he squirted inside his sister.  Gretel soon followed, squealing shrilly as her cum mixed with his.  The more experienced witch, however, kept buggering Hansel’s boi cunt.  Slipping out from under Hansel, Gretel got up beside the witch again.  The little girl reached up and began to play with Gretchen heavy tits as she whispered in her ear.
    “Why should you be doing all the work?  He’s your food after all.  You should be making him pleasure you.  Why don’t you lie down on your back and my brother can do all the work on top of you.”
    The witch’s eyes were glazed with more than blindness as her lust filled mind didn’t read too much into the girl’s proposal.   Nodding agreement, the witch looped a hand under the moaning little boy and flipped around until she was face up on the table and he was facing her as he bobbed up and down on her cock, his tiny hands gripping her melons for balance.
    “Oh yes, Sweety!” the witch moaned, lost in the euphoria of having her cock squeezed by eight year old ass, “Ride my pole!  Milk Gretchen like a naughty, naughty little boy!”
    Hansel groaned as his ass was completely filled, but he obeyed, unwittingly distracting the witch more completely than was necessary.  Gretel, meanwhile, slipped off the table and looked around until she found some chains and manacles next to the cage.  Acting quickly, she attached the manacles to the four legs of the table.  Then she attached the other ends to each of Blind Gretchen’s wrists and ankles.  The witch was so lost in the sensations that Hansel was giving her that she didn’t notice.  Then, Gretel scooped up the black pouch and her clothes that she had left in the cage. 
    Just as she was returning to the table, Gretchen gave a loud, guttural groan and Hansel whimpered his own moan as rivers of thick creamy cum sprayed out of his ass around the witch’s cock.  Reaching up, Gretel pulled her brother down, dislodging Gretchen’s rod with a wet, sloppy, pop. 
    Gretchen lay for a moment, spent, until she realized that Hansel was no longer on top of her.  Then she realized that she was chained to the table.  Her eye’s widening and her sharp teeth baring in a hiss, she twisted just in time to see the children slip out the front door. 
    “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” Gretchen screamed, “Evil!  Tricky!  Kiddies!  Trollops! Come back! Let me free!  Gretchen wants to play some more!  She promises not to hurt succulent kiddies!!  Come BAAAAAACK!!!!”
    Hansel and Gretel had no intention of coming back as they hustled beyond the witch’s boundaries.  Gretel slipped back into her dress, but Hansel’s clothes were still in pieces back at the cottage.  Running down the forest path they were soon met by the Queen’s soldiers.  The soldiers gathered them up and took them back to the Queen’s castle.  They were washed, and fed, and Hansel was given new clothes before they were escorted into the Queen’s chambers.
    As they entered, the Queen was facing out a ceiling high window, gazing at the landscape outside that was her kingdom.  When the door shut behind the children she turned to face them.  Her eyes shone as she smiled in greeting.
    “Welcome, children.  I’m so happy to see that you succeeded.”
    Gretel gave the Queen one of her looks, “Yes, we got you’re pouch.  We almost became lunch, though.”
    The Queen gave a wry grin as she came closer, “How barbaric.”
    Gretel stuck her chin out defiantly, “We held up our end of the deal.  Now it’s time for you to hold up your’s.  Find our Papa.”
    The Queen held up a finger, “Tsk, tsk, first things first, child.  Let’s make sure you brought what you were supposed to.”
    Reluctantly, Gretel handed over the pouch.  Her eyes gleaming greedily, the Queen reached in and withdrew…an apple.
    Hansel gaped in disbelief, “We went through all that for an apple!”
    The Queen grinned down at Hansel, “Not just any apple, my boy.  A weapon!  A most powerful weapon for the most devious of enemies.  She thinks she’s safe for now, but that will be her downfall.”
    The siblings gave each other confused looks as the Queen set the apple into an ornate box on a nearby desk.  Turning back to them she smiled winningly, “I am satisfied that you have held up your end of the bargain.”
    Gretel nodded, “Then you’ll find our Papa?”
    The Queen nodded thoughtfully, “Yes.  If that’s what you want.”
    Gretel looked at her curiously, “What do you mean?”
    The Queen gave them a pitying look, “Do you really want to go back to a father that just up and left you in the woods?  He abandoned you!”
    Hansel looked at the ground and Gretel looked piteous for a moment, “But…he’s all we have.”
    The Queen shook her head, “Maybe not.  I tell you what, children.  What you did was brave and resourceful.  I’ve sent a lot of little boys and girls into that house…But you’re the first to come back.  The way you handled yourself in that kitchen was…” the Queen gave a wry, suggestive smirk, “Inventive.”
    The children flushed with embarrassment, “Y-you could see us?”
    The queen nodded and motioned at a mirror that hung nearby, “I saw the whole thing through my magic mirror.  You two really enjoyed yourselves in there.”
    The kids shuffled uncomfortably.  The Queen continued, “But that is beside the point…for now.  You succeeded.  You brought me the pouch and now I want to reward you.  So I’ve decided to invite you to stay HERE!”
    The kids looked at her, stunned.
    “You mean…!” Hansel gasped.
    The Queen nodded, “You would live in the lap of luxury.  Your own rooms.  All the food you can eat, your own carriages and slaves.  Anything you want!”
    The kids looked at each other in disbelief.  Desire for such a life plain on their faces.
    Gretel looked suspicious, though, “And we would be what?  You’re children?”
    The Queen shrugged, “I wouldn’t stop you from calling me Mama, if you wanted.  As long as that wouldn’t stop you from giving me the same treatment you gave poor Gretchen.  Excluding the tying up and running away part, of course.”
    Hansel’s eyes were suddenly glued to the Queen’s chest which was still barely contained by her low cut body suit.  Gretel gave the Queen yet another one of her looks, “Soooo, you want us to be your…sex slaves?”
    The Queen raised a hand to her heaving breast and protested, “Absolutely not!  You, my dear children, would be my darling little lovers, and my protégés as well.  I would teach you much.  True, some of the lessons might be…strenuous, but you will have more fun than you ever dreamed!”
    The brother and sister looked at each other, greed etched on their faces.  They both looked to the Queen and breathed an excited, “Yes!”
    Hansel, though, asked tentatively, “What about Papa?”
    The Queen gave him a stern look, “It’s either me or him.  If you want to stay with me, you must forget about that man.”
    The kids looked thoughtfully at each other but they didn’t want to give up what she was offering.  Slowly they both nodded.
    The Queen bent down giving them an obscene look down her dress, “Good.  Now.  Shall we get started?”  Reaching up, she gripped her neck line and gave it a small tug.  Hansel and Gretel gasped as her fat udders spilled into the open.  Eagerly, they reached forward to play with them.  Their soft little hands squeezing and pinching her milky white flesh.
    The Queen moaned as the children played with her jugs, “Oooo, dirty little children!  That’s it! Play with me!”
    A voice drifted across the room, “Your Majesty?  May I watch?  I love to watch!”
    Startled the children looked over to see a face peering out of the Queen’s mirror.  The Queen laughed, “Mirror!  Of course, you may watch, you dirty pervert!”
    The Queen took each of the children by the hand and pulled them over to her massive bed.  As they crawled into it, the children noticed that large mirrors hung from the surrounding walls, from the foot of the bed and from bed’s ceiling.  The face drifted from mirror to mirror as he tried to get different views of the action.
    Gretel watched the face, biting her lip as a dirty idea filled her head.  The face in the mirror was dark of complexion with sharp angular features.  He looked back at her with a greedy expression. 
    Meanwhile, the Queen was striping Hansel down.  He gave an embarrassed whimper as his tiny body was bared yet again.  The idea of living like a Prince was very attractive to him, but the act of being used as the Queen’s play toy was making him very nervous.
    When she had her new boy toy stripped, the Queen stood above him on the bed.  Hansel licked his lips as he watched her slowly slip out of her dress.  She had already kicked out of her high heels, so that just left her body suit.  Reaching behind herself to clasp the zipper, the Queen thrust her chest out at Hansel and jiggled her soft pale white melons at him.
    Hansel watched, enraptured by the Queens dark beauty as she slowly peel the skintight material down her milky white flesh.  As the body suit dropped around her feet, though, he gave sob and his hands went protectively to his butt cheeks as he groaned in fear, “Nooooooo…..!”
    Gretel shifted her attention from the Mirror for just a second to see why her brother was fussing.  It just took a second to see what the problem was, “Do all witches have one of those?” She asked curiously.
    “Mmm, yes,” The Queen sighed as she reached up and pulled her hair loose, letting it fall luxuriously down around her shoulders as she swayed over the frightened Hansel, “All witches, sorceresses, and hags.  It kind of goes with the life style.”
    Between her legs swung a long thick cock, similar to the one that Blind Gretchen had sported.
    Frightened tears streamed down Hansel’s face as he begged, “P-please, Your Majesty!  I’m s-still sore back there!  Please, don’t hurt me there again!  Please!”
    “Sh-shush,” the Queen said almost gently as she knelt down and held Hansel to her breast, “You’re right.  Your ass has had enough for today.”
    She ran her hand over his trembling body before sliding it under his chin and lifting his face to hers, “Besides, it’s not your ass that I’m after.  It’s your mouth.“  Hansel moaned as the Queen kissed him, wrapping her lips around his as she forcefully inserted her tongue.  Hansel flushed as he felt her explore his mouth.  The tongue wriggled playfully inside him, twisting around his own with an air of ownership.
    Meanwhile, Gretel was eyeing the Mirror playfully as he licked his lips, wanting her closer.  She lifted the hem of her dress flirtatiously,  giving him a brief glimpse of her bare pussy before she dropped it again.
    “Mmmm yes, girl,” the Mirror moaned hungrily, “Show me more!”
    Gretel looked playfully thoughtful for a moment and then she turned around, bent over, and lifted her dress so that the Mirror could see her eight year old butt, “Am I being naughty, Mr. Mirror?”  she asked.
    The Mirror nodded vigorously as he drank in the sight of her lovely ass, “Oh yes, child, so naughty.”
    Gretel lifted the dress up and over her head and dropped it to the side, leaving her completely nude with her back still turned to the Mirror.  Her golden curls spilling down behind her. “You like naughty little girls don’t you?”  She moaned as she got on her knees and bent at the waist, showing off her butt.
    The Mirror moaned at the sight if her pretty little holes that seemed to be winking at him, “Oh yes, you little whore, quit teasing and come closer!  I want to taste you!”
    Looking back, Gretel gasped as she saw his tongue slither out from the mirror.  It was big and wet, at least a foot long.  She giggled and scooted back, just out of range of the reaching shaft.  Moving her hand back she masturbated as he watched.  Her fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole as she moaned and wiggled just in front of his straining tongue.
    “Gods!” He groaned, “You wicked little girl!  Stop flirting and let my tongue give you pleasure!”
    Giggling mischievously, Gretel leaned back ever so slightly until his wagging tongue touched the very tip of her pussy lips.  A thrill of excitement went through her as he poked and licked, only getting the very tip of his tongue against her. 
    “Closer…” the Mirror grunted as he struggled to lick her tender young flesh.
    Gretel giggled and shook her head.  She moaned as she made him work for his taste.  Unseen by her, though, a mist was moving out of the mirror, and something was moving in the mist.
    Meanwhile, the Queen was finished with kissing Hansel.  She wanted him to kiss her.  He bit his lip as she pushed him down her body to her waiting cock.  He looked up at her, uncertainty plain on his face.
    “Lick it,” she moaned, “Lick my cock, Hansel.”
    Hansel’s jaw dropped in shock at the thought of such an act.  He had a cock.  So he knew what came out of them.  Licking one seemed extremely gross.  The Queen’s gaze grew stern, however, and she pushed his head insistently towards her member.  The tip glistened with precum as it poured out over her shaft, slickening it up.  With a submissive whimper, Hansel gave in and gave the rod a tentative dab.  It was salty and the skin that covered the cock shifted pleasingly under his tongue.
    The Queen smiled, “That’s it, Hansel.  Keep going.”
    Encouraged, Hansel began to slurp up and down the wet phallus, his tongue gathering up the surprisingly tasty precum as he serviced his Queen.  The hands on his head guided him up to the tip where he swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin.  Wrapping his lips around it he greedily sucked up the precum that was flowing freely from the Queen’s urethra. 
    Expertly, Queen Regina worked her cock further and further into his young mouth as she watched with delight the play between Gretel and the Mirror.  Gretel moaned and giggled as she masturbated herself teasingly in front of the Mirror, blissfully unaware as a series of writhing tentacles emerged from the mist pouring out of the reflective glass.  She gasped and moaned, bucking her hips against the tip of his tongue until suddenly she felt something slither over her thighs and grip her tight. 
    Gretel let out a surprised shriek as she was dragged back to the slick surface of the Mirror.  Her shriek turned to squeals and moans as the Mirror buried his skilled tongue deep into her baby cunt.  She writhed, vaguely worried as the strange sensation of having tentacles slithering over her butt cheeks sent thrills through her small body.  She groaned as the eagerly curious feelers curled around her virgin ass hole and started to pry it open.  Sobs of pleasure ripped from her throat and her fists pounded the sheets as both her holes were split and filled.
    The Queen watched, grinning as Gretel was used by the Mirror.  She slowly ground into Hansel’s learning mouth and throat as she watched two tentacles slither over the girl’s body until they reached her flat tits.  The tips of the appendages split open revealing two tiny mouths lined with tiny teeth.  The Queen groaned as she listened to Gretel’s sluty squeals when the tentacles clamped onto her tiny nipples and nibbled. 
    Gretel bucked and moaned, her squeals crescendoing into lust filled screams as the Mirror brought her to climax after climax.  The Queen herself, moaned erotically as she spurted ropes of thick creamy seed into Hansel’s mouth, which he sucked down as well as he could.  The excess dripped down his chin and over his bare chest.  The Queen orgasmed two more times, her jizz dripping down Hansel until his tiny cock was coated. As the Mirror released Gretel she crawled over and sucked her brother off until he gave a whimpering moan and came down her throat. 
    Servants appeared with moist towels to wipe down the threat lovers and the juice covered mirror.  When they were all clean again, the Queen lay back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.  Hansel and Gretel snuggled in on either side of her, their naked bodies melding together in glowing comfort as they all drifted off to exhausted sleep.
    Before she slipped into oblivion, though, the Queen gave the Mirror a nod and said, “Take care of it.”
    The Mirror nodded and left the trio slumbering happily in the Queen’s chambers.  Slipping through the mysterious realm that lay inside the mirrors, he made his way to a room not far from the royal bedchambers.  The room was simple.  It held a table and chair and little else but the mirror in which the Face appeared.  On the table there was an untouched meal. 
    At the table sat the woodcutter.
    As he saw the Face appear he jumped up, knocking the chair to the floor, “Why am I being held here?!” He pleaded. “Please, Lord Mirror, I need to return to the forest.  My two children!  They must be lost and scared without me!”
    The Mirror smirked at him, “Peace, woodcutter.  You’re children are safe.  The Queen has offered them a place here at the castle and they have wisely accepted.”
    The woodcutter was stunned, “She has?  Wh-what kind of place?”
    The Mirror gave the woodcutter a lecherous grin, “Why, as her sex toys, of course.  They have already been tested and she finds them quite satisfactory.”
    Dismay spread across the woodcutter’s face as he cried, “What! No no no!  They’re just little children!  How could she!  Not my babies!  I don’t believe you!”
    The Mirror grinned happily, “Oh believe me, it’s true.  I just had my tongue so deep inside you’re daughter’s quim that I’m sure I tasted her womb.” Scenes from the Queen’s and children’s recent fun played across the Mirror’s surface as the father watched in horrified shock.
    The woodcutter gaped at the Mirror.  A sob of despair and rage escaped him as his body began to shake, “You filthy, despicable, COWARD!  I will kill you! You hear me!”
    The woodcutter flew at the Mirror, his fists pounding on the unbreakable glass as he vented his fury.  The Mirror just laughed in amusement until he stopped and stood glaring his hatred. 
    “Don’t worry, good man,“ the Mirror simpered, “You’re children are quite happy and you will be well compensated.  Here, more money than you could make in five lifetimes.”
    The woodcutter gaped as a hand appeared out of the glass and dropped a large leather bag onto the table with a heavy clunk.  It was filled with the gold currency of the kingdom.  It was enough to make the woodcutter rich for the rest of his life.
    Glaring at the Mirror, he rasped, “I would not sell my children for any price!”
    The Mirror shrugged, “It does not matter.  You are not selling them.  The Queen has taken them from you.  Of their own free will, I might add.  This is just a thank you for fathering such delightful children for her Majesty to enjoy.  Now, I’ve given you your reward.  I must be off.  Other, Mirrorly, things to do, you know.  The guards will see you out.”
    The Face disappeared from the mirror and the woodcutter was left alone with the bag of gold.  Soon the guards came and he was dragged screaming from the castle.  He and the bag were unceremoniously tossed out the front door and it shut and locked with a final, ominous click.
    For days, weeks, the woodcutter tried to find a way to rescue his children.  But, even with gold, the Queen was too powerful for him.  Eventually, he gave up, took the gold and bought a nice house with land.  He found a woman who married him and gave him more children.  Desperately, he tried to forget his first two children and what they would become. 
    Hansel and Gretel slept peacefully that night, and many nights to come, at the side of their Queen.  As time would go on, they would find their life as royal sex toys to be quite interesting.

Dread Instinct - Chapter 2

Chapter 2



I pull out and get dressed.  She tries to run but I grab her and hit her across the mouth again.  I tell her if she tries to run again I'll rape her ass again. Only this time I will do it with a rusty metal pipe that I see a few feet away on the ground.  She stops struggling and I tell her she can get dressed.  As she dresses I contemplate what to do with her.  Her clothes are in bad shape and she doesn't look very clean.  I would guess that she is a run away.  Perfect, that means no one knows she's here.  And from how worn her clothes are I would also say that it's been a long time since she ran away.  If I killed her and left her body in this alley it's likely no one would even notice for days.  And even then most people wouldn't pay much attention anyway.  Just one more dead homeless girl.  But then again it would be a shame to kill such a lovely creature.  Hmmmmm.  I could keep her as a sex slave.  I live in the country.  And I have the resources to keep her hidden.  Yes, I think it could be done.  I would have to bring my butler Jeeves in on it.  He's the only one that lives with me and I've had him for too long to fire him just like that.  I think he'll go along with it though.  Before he was my butler Jeeves spent several stretches in jail and is still wanted by the law for burglary.  That was all years ago but he has been in trouble for not only burglary, but also shoplifting, racketeering, armed robbery, 5 accounts of assault, and let's not forget the most pertinent, 2 accounts of child molestation.  If anything else I've got the burglary leverage against him to keep him quiet, but I think he'll be happy to assist in controlling my little slave. 
    The girl finishes dressing and I turn her around and using one of her shoe strings I tie her hands behind her back.  I pick up the rusty pipe just in case she decides to try anything and start to lead her to where I parked my car.  I try to take mostly backstreets to stay out of sight.  Finally we reach my car.  It's a blue '96 Mustang.  I shove her into the back seat and bind her feet with her other shoe string.  I tell her to lie on the floor of the car and to keep quiet or I'll use the rusty pipe that I toss into the front passenger seat.  Climbing into the drivers seat I start the car and take off.  I stay within the speed limit and drive carefully so as not to attract attention.  I exit the town and drive thirty miles to my house. 
    I live on the edge of a large forest where the nearest town is the one I just came from.  The nearest pavement is ten miles and four dirt roads away.  While remote, my house is not exactly a cabin.  It is three stories, has a basement, and covers an area of thirty thousand square feet.  Before I reach the house I come to the high security wall that stretches a mile on each side around my house.  A couple of minutes later I am parked in my garage and am walking into my house.  Jeeves meets me at the side door and takes my coat for me.  I explain the situation to him and as I predicted Jeeves is amused and very interested.  I will have no problems with him.  He follows me back to the car and we extract the girl from the car and, cutting her feet free, we walk her into the house.  Along the way Jeeves appraises her and compliments me on my taste.  We take her into the bedroom where I untie her and lock her in the closet.  Next we go downstairs to the kitchen and Jeeves fixes me supper.  I tell him to bring the girl some food as well.  When he returns I tell him to sit down as I outline plans for a project that I have been contemplating since the drive home.  He listens and liking my idea he suggests that we start early tomorrow.  I reschedule it to tomorrow afternoon as I will be busy with the girl late into the night.  After we agree on this I head up to my bedroom. 
    Once inside I lock the electronic lock on the door.  Even if she does manage to escape from me she won't be able to get out of the room.  Now I open the closet door.  There she is on the floor crying.  I'm getting hard already.  First things first though.  I grab her arm and pull her to her feet.  She screams hysterically so I smack her across the face.  She shuts up.  I pull her over to the bed and sit her down on it.  Then I pull up a chair across from her and sit down.
    "Ok.  I'm going to ask you questions and you are going to answer me truthfully.  I'll be cross checking your answers later so I'll know if you lie.  If that happens then a rusty pipe up your ass will be the least of your problems.  Ok?"
    She nodes.
    "And you'll answer me with yes sir or no sir no nods or shrugs."
    "Yes sir."
    "Good!  Ok. First question, what's your name?"
    "Tina Frankford, sir."
    "Ok, Tina are you a run away?" 
    "Yes, sir."
    "Why did you run away"
    Silence.
    "Tina if you don't answer me promptly the rusty pipe will come out."
    "M...My...My dad was hitting me and my mom."
    "Hmmmm.  Good thing you got away, eh."
    She glared at me.  Since it really wasn't a question I didn't press it.
    "Where'd you get those huge knockers?  I mean they are rather huge for a girl your age."
    She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know.  My mom has big breasts so I guess it's hereditary."
    "They're natural then?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "How long ago did you run away?"
    "Three years and two months ago sir."
    "Hmm.  Long time ago.  Where did you run away from?"
    She looked perplexed. "Home, sir."
    "No, I mean what town and state."
    "Oh.  Huntsville, Virginia sir."
    "You don't have a southern accent."
    "We only lived there a year."
    "Where'd you live before that?"
    "Renton, Missouri."
    "You know why you left?"
    "Dad got a new job."
    "Where'd you live before that?"
    "I don't remember.  We lived there for as long as I can remember."
    "You like it there?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Have any friends there?"
    She hesitates, "Yes, sir."
    "Good.  Everyone ought to have friends.  Tell me how old are you?"
    She looks puzzled, "I told you, sir, I'm fourteen."
    I smile, "I know.  I just wanted to give you a chance to confirm it.  Just in case you lied earlier.  What's your birth date?"
    She looks up thoughtfully.  I can tell she's relaxing.  "July, 3rd, 1995."
    "Wow.  Nearly Fourth of July.  I bet that's fun.  Firecrackers for birthday presents and everything."
    I can see a smile pull at her lips.  Yep she's loosening.  I don't think she was all that mortified at getting raped.  In fact I distinctly remember her getting aroused as I hurt her.  Interesting.
    "Well, Tina I think it's time I let you know what the situation is.  You see, after tonight I couldn't very well let you go.  You can identify me you see."
    She started to shake her head.
    "I know.  You don't know my name.  But that doesn’t matter.  You know my face.  It wouldn't be to long before the cops figure out who I am.  So I definitely can't let you go.  I thought about killing you.  And believe me I'd have no qualms about doing so.  But I do like beautiful things, and you are very beautiful Tina.  So,  I'm going to keep you as my sex slave."
    Her face tightens with fright.
    "I know, I know.  But, it's better than being dead isn't it?  Well I don't know.  What I did to you tonight was only a sample of the pain that you will experience so maybe you'd rather be dead.  But, if I'm not mistaken you were aroused by what I did to you, so maybe you'll like your fate here."
    "Your wrong!"  She blurts out.
    I chuckle, "Well it doesn't matter.  Your comfort does not concern me.  However, I will lay down some rules for you to follow and I will expect you to keep them.  In return for abiding by my rules I will ensure certain things.  Such as I will never intentionally break one of your bones.  You will be offered to other people only at my specific allowance and they will have to follow certain rules.  And that will be rare in any case.  You will be fed good food and given comfortable living quarters.  And I will provide you with certain niceties when I am especially pleased with you such as movies, and other entertainment.  You will be subjected to all manner of pains and embarrassments and I will make you bleed often.  However, I will never bleed you to serious injury unless you break one of my rules.  Do you understand your benefits?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good.  Now I will tell you the rules.  First, no escape attempts.  It's thirty miles to the nearest town and I have state of the art security anyway.  Second, no going outside the house unless I personally give you permission.  Third, no attempts on my life.  You don't have to be willing and silent when we make love.  That'd be nice but I won't kill you if you aren't.  Fourth, you obey my butler Jeeves like you obey me.  He has rules placed on him where your concerned so you'll be fine.  If he steps out of those rules, tell me.  Fifth, Obey those you are given to if it ever happens.  But don't obey those that you aren't.  Fifth, do not pleasure yourself in your pussy.  I'm serious about that.  If I find that you are no longer a virgin I will kill you.  Painfully.  You can arouse your self in every other fashion but do not break your cherry.  I intend for you to remain a virgin.  Sixth,  eat only what we tell you you can.  Jeeves or I will give you your meals.  If you want a snack ask one of us.  Seventh, stay away from computers.  If I even find you in a room with a computer I will severely punish you.  That's it for now.  More rules may be added later.  Do you understand the rules Tina?"
    She looks uncertain, "I think so, sir."
    I smile, "I'll have Jeeves put them up in your room so you won't forget them."
    She nodds.  My eyes travle up and down her body.  For one so young she is magnificently curved.  I will have get her new clothes as her present ones are dismally tattered.  Oh well, that can come later.  I think it's about time to destroy those rags once and for all.
    I get up and step closer to Tina.  She whimpers and draws back on the bed as she realizes what's coming.  I grab her ankle before she can retreat to far and yank her back to me.  She's already crying and I'm already hard.  I stand against the bed and pull her to me so that her back is lying on the bed and her legs are draped over the side with me between them.  I reach down and touch her hips, my hands feeling down the sides of her tight jean shorts.  She screams a little as I take hold of the hem and rip the material.  I rip and rip until all that's left of her shorts and shirt are shreds in my hands.  Then I turn her over and raise her bottom up a little.  There she is, bending over the bed with her naked ass in the air.
    "I think we'll start out light,"  I say and then I bring my hand down on her left buttock with a resounding slap.  She cries out in pain as a hand shaped red mark appears on her butt.  I slap her again, and again, and again, and again.  Tears flow down her cheeks as she cries and tries to wriggle away from my spanking.  Finally I stop and pull her to her feet.  I turn her around and look into her tear streaked face.  She looks back fearfully.  I pull her face towards mine and kiss her hard.  My tongue invades her mouth and tastes her very essence.  Suddenly to my surprise she kisses me back, her tongue answering mine.  I break the kiss and slide my tongue down her neck to her breasts.  I take one errect nipple into my mouth and suck.  She moans softly as her arousal overtakes her.  I then take the nipple between my teeth and bite down.  She cries out and grabs my head for support.  I'm amazed that she dosn't try to get away as she usually does.  I grind down harder and she screams louder but she doesn't move away even when the blood flows.  Finaly I release her breast.  She sighs in relief as I gently caress her breasts, carefully avoiding the bleeding teeth marks.
    "Your aroused," I say into her ear.
    She nodds slightly, "Fuck me.  Please.  I'm so hot.  I want  to cum."
    I shake my head, "Your to remain a virgin remember."
    She pouts, but I promise to make it up to her.  I lay her on the bed face down.  Then I tie her hands and feet to each bed post so that she is spread wide and helpless.  I now disrobe.  Now we are both naked.  I take my belt and fold it to make a short leather strap.  I swing it across her back making her yelp in pain.  Now I slap her baby ass, her long legs, her shoulders.  I continue beat her entire backside as she cries and screams in glorious pain.  When I'm done I lay on top of her.  I spread her ass cheeks and impale her asshole with my rigid dick.  She groans but then presses back into me.
    "Yes," she breaths, "Fuck me like that.  Don't break my cherry, but rape my ass.  I can come like that I think."
    I begin to pump her fourteen year old ass slowly gaining momentum as I go.  Soon I'm ramming her so hard that she can barely breath but in puffs of air as I slam into her with a frenzy.  Faster and faster I pound her till I cum, filling her rectum with my seed.  I slow down but I keep pumping her ass.  She starts breathing harder and faster as I stroke her bowels with my cock.  She humps the bed in an effort to relieve her sexual frustration.  Suddenly she begins to gasp and and cry out ecstatically.  She screams long and loud with excruciating bliss as she has her first orgasm.  She cums for the first time without her hymen ever being broken.

Dread Instinct - Chapter 1

Chapter 1


    I walk along the street.  It's late at night and I am looking for a girl.  A hooker.  Someone to give me some pleasure.  My wallet is packed and I want badly to use it.  The problem is that I've been walking for a whole hour through this town and have yet to find any hookers.  I'm beginning to grow desperate.  I see a girl down the street. Maybe she's a hooker.  She's definitely pretty.  Long sleek legs, big breasts, thin waist.  She looks young.  Almost too young but that's ok.  At this point it won't matter if she's legal or not.
    "Are you a hooker?" I ask her as I walk up to her.  Abrupt, I know.  But, I'm growing impatient and I want to fuck something.
    At first she looks offended, then she sneers, "No.  I'm not a fucking hooker.  Get out of here before I call the police."
    She starts to turn away, but something happens to me.  I'm not sure whether it's that her attitude finally sent me over the edge or whether I'm just unbearably horny.  I grab her around the waist from behind and clamp a hand around her mouth.  She screams into my hand but to no avail.  I drag her into a nearby ally and throw her against the wall.  Then I hit her in the mouth stunning her further.  Quickly I take my shoes and socks off and shove a waded up, stinky sock into her mouth.  I start to tie my shoe strings around her head to hold the sock in, but she comes out of her daze and starts to fight me again.  I hit her in the stomach and she doubles over, the wind knocked out of her.  Then I finish tying the strings.  When I'm done I begin to maul her gigantic breasts.  Now that I have them in my hands I realize just how huge they are.  My hands press into them but there is no way that I can enclose one in my hand.  Again she starts to fight back, but it's no use.  I am far, far stronger than she is and I easily restrain her as I rape her.  There I said it.  I'm raping her.  Strangely I find this fact highly erotic.  The fact that I hold this kind of power over her turns me on.  I want to hurt her.  Just for the sake of doing so.  I want to humiliate her sexually.  If it was safe to do so I would drag her out into public and ravage her there.  There is one thing though that I want to know.  I noticed earlier that she was young.  I want to know exactly how young she is.  The younger the better.  If she was a preteen it would be so hot to rape her tender baby ass.
    "I want to know how old you are," I tell her, "its obvious you’re over ten so just hold up as many fingers as years you are over ten."
    She answers by trying to elbow me but I grab one of her nipples through her tattered tank top and twist hard and apply increasing pressure as she doesn't answer.  She screams through her gag and tears begin to trickle down her face.  I am so hard by now.  I love hurting her like this.  I hope she keeps resisting, but she finally holds up four fingers.  She's fourteen!  Not a preteen but definitely younger than I'd even hoped.  I groan into her ear.
    "Really!  You’re only fourteen!  That is so hot!  I'm raping a fourteen year old!  I hope you like to be hurt because I'm going to enjoy racking your tender young body with pain.  You'll bleed tonight from a lot of places.  And I will taste your blood."
    She screams again trying to get loose but I hold her tight.  I yank off her shorts and tank top exposing her young knockers and baby ass to the night air.  Her nipples are dark and sticking out an inch.  Wow! She's actually aroused.  I wonder if secretly she does like to be hurt.  I lean forward and take a long needle like tit between my teeth.  She whimpers.  No doubt begging me to not hurt her.  Oh, but I want to so bad....My teeth bite down and she screams.  I suck the tit further into my mouth and start to chew it with my back teeth hard.
She screams and she screams and it is music to my ears.  My teeth break through the skin and blood issues from her nipple.  I lap it up as she cries hysterically.  Next, I pull off her ragged jean shorts revealing her smooth ass and hairy pussy.
    "Now, I'm going to ask you something," I say as I pull my dick from my jeans, "And you are going to answer me truthfully.  Because I will know if you are lying.  I hope you lie because that means that I will punish you.  And you know how I like to hurt you.  Ok, here's the question.  Are you a virgin?"
    She hesitates for a second and then nods her head yes.
    "You had better be." I say as I hook a finger into her fourteen year old vagina and press in.  She half moans, half cries in response.  Damn she's so responsive.  And still horny even after I bled her tit.  My finger meets a wall.  She was telling the truth. 
    "Humph.  You were telling the truth.  As a result I will give you a reward.  I will not pop your vaginal cherry now."
    She sighs with relief.  I smile.
    "Instead I will make you different from everyone else.  Isn't that what all teenagers want.  Individuality.  Well most kids lose there vaginal cherry first.  Instead the first virginity that you will lose is your rectum virginity."
    Her eyes go wide and she screams in horror.  I chuckle.
    "Yes.  I'm going to rape your ass.  You'll be ass fucked before you ever even have an orgasm."
    She bolts but I grab her and force her to bend over.  I part her lovely baby ass cheeks and get my first look at her asshole.  It's small and brown and puckered.  I place the tip of my finger at the opening and wriggle it till it's in.  Then I pull at her walls, widening her for my prick.  All this time she is screaming hysterically and squirming to get away.  But it's no use.  I situate my raging hard on at her now open ass hole.  Showing no mercy I hesitate for a second and then ram my cock in to the hilt.  She tenses and bursts forth with her loudest scream yet. I look up hoping no one heard.  I pull my dick out a bit then I slam in again, then out again, then in again, building up a rhythm.  I know I’m not going to last long she's so tight.  She screams and sobs as I pound her baby ass.  It must hurt her so much......
    "RRRRRRRraaaaaaaaaa,   OOOOooohhhh, yaaaaaaaa  baaabyyyy,  I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnngggg."
    My sperm gushes into her bowels as I press in one last time.

Resurgam - Chapter 1 New Discoveries

Chapter 1: New Discoveries   


    Jane entered her new dorm room cautiously.  By nature she was a cautious girl.  She liked things to stay the same.  Same routine, same people, same places.  This was her first day at college though, and everything was different.  Nothing was familiar and that meant that Jane was highly nervous.  She had spent the last half hour just looking for her dorm and room.   She hadn’t even met her new roommate yet.   
    The room was small.  It had two beds, one each side of the room.  At the foot of each bed there was a desk/dresser.  And as she entered, on one side there was a closet and on the other a sink and mirror.  The only clear space was the three feet of carpet that separated the two beds.  It was a good thing she hadn’t brought much with her.     
    Apparently, her roommate hadn’t arrived yet so she chose a bed and laid her single suitcase on it.  It took all of ten minutes to secure her clothes and toiletries into the desk/dresser.  She had just finished plugging in her laptop when her roommate arrived.   
    The girl was gorgeous.  Long raven hair, charcoal eyes, nice bust, slim waist, and long slim legs.  And she either had some Latino in her ancestry or she had the best tan that Jane had ever seen.  As soon as she caught sight of Jane her face lit up.   
    “Hello!  I’m Tatiana Gomez.  I guess we’re roommates.”    Jane smiled sheepishly, “I guess we are…  I’m Jane Fields.  I hope you don’t mind, I already picked a bed.”   
    “One side’s as good as the other I guess.  And by the way, my friends call me Tay.”    Tay lugged in her two large suitcases and stuffed the contents into her dresser.  What wouldn’t fit she just dumped on her bed and stuffed the suitcases under it.    And that’s how the two girls met.  Jane, quite and reserved, Tay, beautiful and outgoing.  Two girls whose destinies were entwined in ways they never thought possible.   
    Months went by.  Jane and Tay became good friends.  Jane made good grades and Tay made average grades that would have been much worse without Jane’s help.  Meanwhile Tay began to bring out the wilder side of Jane by dragging her to parties and setting her up with guys that Jane would, otherwise, never had the courage to talk to, much less ask out.  Tay soon had the reputation of a slut on campus.  She slept with anybody and everybody.  The only A’s she received were from the Professors she seduced.  It was said that she had even seduced the College Dean.  Of course, the most famous rumor was of the party where she managed to fuck twenty guys, thirty-two girls, and two dogs, one by one and sometimes in twos, threes and fours.  Jane was seen pretty much as her side-kick.  The tag along who sometimes dragged down the party a little.  The fact was that Jane was the brains of the two.  She kept Tay from getting too crazy and even helped plan some of the exploits from time to time.  She made sure that they were always prepared for most situations, and often kept Tay out of jail, or from being kicked out of college.  Jane often did join in on the orgies, and took her share of guys back to the dorm room.  She wasn’t as pretty as Tay, but she wasn’t ugly either.  She never did join in fucking girls or animals, though.  She did have her limits.  That is till one night in December.   
    It was a cold stormy night and there were few parties going on so the girls decided to stay in.  They had already finished their homework but Jane decided to do some further studying.  Tay, however, was determined to keep from being bored and did her best to distract her.     
    “Jane.”    “Yes?”    “Do you think Bob’s party is going well?”   
    “Why don’t go and find out?”   
    “Nah, too cold out.”   
    “…..”   
    “Jane.”   
    “….”   
    Tay threw a pencil at Jane, which she caught and set on her desk.   
    “You’re boring!  Why don’t we do something fun?”   
    “Such as?”   
    “I don’t know watch a movie I guess.”   
    “Put something on.  I can study with the tv on.”   
    “Noooo!! I want you to watch it with me.”   
    “….”   
    “Hmmmph!  Very well, but I get to pick the movie then.”   
    Tay flipped through their movie collection.  She wasn’t finding much that piqued her interest when suddenly she started flipping though her porn collection.  A mischievous idea began to form in her head.  She popped in ‘The Succubus’ and sat back to enjoy.  The video featured a succubus and an ogress sucking and fucking each other with abandon.  Tay knew that Jane liked horror stuff so she hoped this would finally distract her.  Meanwhile, as she watched the erotic images on the screen, Tay began to caress herself.  She slipped a hand into her panties and began to finger her pussy.  The other hand began to knead her large tits.  The movie was beginning to really make her hot.    Meanwhile, the sounds from the TV were starting to register on Jane.  She looked up and saw the erotic images flashing on the screen and was unable to tear her eyes away.  She had always had an addicting interest in horror, and erotic horror was her porn of choice.  The fact that there were no males on the screen only made her a little uncomfortable.  Normally homosexuality tended to repulse her, but since she met Tay she had grown more liberal and a lot of things that used to bother her no longer did.  Still, if the genre hadn’t been horror she probably wouldn’t have been interested.  The site of two female monsters going at it began to cause her to heat up.  Then she glanced over at Tay.  The sight of her friend masturbating was suddenly, intensely erotic.  Then Tay removed her bra, exposing her gorgeous breasts to the cool air.  Her nipples were erect and sticking out an inch.  Jane felt her own hand slide down to her crotch as her eyes flicked back and forth from her friend to the screen.   
    Suddenly Tay looked up and saw that she had succeeded in distracting Jane.  She smiled wickedly at her roommate.   
    “Why don’t you take your clothes off and sit by me?  We can masturbate together.  I know you like this shit.”   
    Jane suddenly felt self conscious and shy.  But she was so turned on that she decided what the hell.  She stood up, slipped out of her blouse and slacks, and sat down by her friend.  Tay resumed her caressing and Jane began to imitate her.  Soon Tay began to moan as her arousal reached new heights.  Her hands moved quicker and her breathing deepened.  Suddenly she let out a squeal as an orgasm washed over her body.  Jane too was beginning to get incredibly hot.  She no longer cared that she was getting off on watching naked girls.  In fact, she was watching Tay almost more than the screen.  The sight of her beautiful friend in the throws of ecstasy was the most erotic thing Jane had ever seen, the way she writhed on the bed seemingly oblivious to all that was around her.  Jane began to feel something she had never felt before.  She began to feel attracted to Tay.  The feminine form suddenly had an intense attraction for her.  And Tay was almost a perfect specimen of the female form.  Almost involuntarily, Jane’s hand crept forward and laid itself on Tay’s hot thigh.  Tay froze.  She looked down at Jane’s hand as it began to caress her soft thigh.  Could the movie really have worked?  She had just been bored and had taken a wild stab at finding something to do.  She had never dreamed that she would make it this far.  And she really liked Jane.  She had wanted this to happen ever since they had moved in together, but she didn’t think that Jane was attracted to girls.  Apparently Jane had change.  Suddenly, Jane looked up and their eyes met.   
    “Can I help?”   
    “Y-yes.”    The girls slid closer to each other, and Jane’s hand dove down and joined Tay’s.  Her fingers slipped into Tay’s pussy and commenced to stroke her.  The two girls leaned in close and found each other’s mouth.  As their lips locked in a passionate kiss their tongues sliding over each other as they taste one another.  Tay reached into Jane’s panties and began to reciprocate the stroking she was receiving.  The girls’ bodies writhed against each other as they masturbated each other.  Suddenly they both began to scream out as they reached a mutual mind blowing orgasm.   
    “Aaaahhhh, aah, aah, aah, Ooooooooohhhhheeeeeeeehhhhhh!!!!!!!”   
    “Oh yes, oooohhhh yeeeesssss, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnneee!!!!!”   
    The girls collapsed on opposite sides of Tay’s bed.  They reclined, staring at each other, breathing hard.  Jane spoke first.   
    “That was……different.”    Tay smiles shyly, “I’ve wanted to do it ever since I saw you.”   
    Jane’s eyes soften, “Really.”   
    “Yah, really.  You’re pretty, and smart, and you liked me for me and not my body.”   
    “Well, to be honest your body made it a lot easier to want to do what we just did.”   
    “Yes, but we were friends long before this.  I like to think I had a big hand in turning you lesbian.”   
    “Are you kidding?!  I would never have been loose enough if it hadn’t been for you.  You’ve gotten me to see a whole new side of life these past few months.”   
    “Soooo, now that I’ve converted you into the sinfulness of lesbianism, do you want to experiment some more?”   
    “I guess, this is all so new to me.  I don’t know what I think anymore.  It’s all so confusing.”    “Well, why don’t you just follow my lead?  You’ve taught me a lot; now let me teach you some things.”   
    “Ok.”   
    Tay slid over to Jane’s side of the bed.  She pressed her body against Jane’s and kissed her.  Their tongues entwined in an incredible, deep, kiss.  When they finally broke the kiss Tay slid down Jane’s body to her breasts.   Tay’s tongue lapped at her roommate’s mammary till it glistened with saliva.  Then she took the nipple between her lips and began to suckle.  Jane gasped at the incredible sensations that her friend was giving her.  Tay sucked one nipple for a while and softly caressed the other at the same time.  Then she started to get a little playful and began to nip at the hard tit, and twist and pull at the other.  Jane yelped in response to the rough handling over her breasts.  Finally, Tay slid down to her crotch and twisted around so that she straddled Jane’s face.  She pulled aside Jane’s panties and began to lick the area around Jane’s pussy lips.  Taking the hint Jane began to do the same to Tay’s pussy.  Soon teasing wasn’t enough for either of the girls.  They dove into each other’s vaginas with their tongues and proceeded to fuck.  Pussy juices began to flow and the girls lapped them up hungrily.  Then more aroused they became the more intensely they tongue fucked each other.  Tay’s bed again became a writhing mass of female flesh.  The girls fucked faster and faster till they both came in explosive climaxes.  Exhausted they held each other close and fell asleep.    After that night many new possibilities opened up for Jane.  She became as liberal and reckless as Tay.  And her mind was far more imaginative than Tay’s, making their exploits far more twisted and perverse.  Their combined tastes covered anything and everything.  Jane no longer excluded herself from the orgies.  In fact she became a favorite with men and women.  Also, the beds in their room were now connected to make one large bed.  After all since they now always slept in the same bed it seemed ridiculous to have two separate beds.  Also Jane’s interest in gothic horror never slackened.  If anything it only increased in intensity.  She became interested in BDSM, and often when they made love she would take the lead and Tay would quite willingly become her submissive slave.  Jane had become an entirely new girl.  And many changes were yet to come.

Elevator Secrets

    Mark and Ronda stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to take them to the ground floor.  They had just come from their lawyer’s office and were now headed for home.
    As the elevator door started to close a woman came rushing down the hall crying, “Please!  Please!  Please, hold the door, please!”
    Mark grabbed the door just in time and held it as the woman slipped into the elevator.  As the door closed and they all stood waiting, Mark couldn’t help but examine  the woman shifting impatiently so much from foot to foot that she was almost dancing.  She had on a light grey suit that looked a bit frazzled and unkempt at the moment, though it did outline her shapely form pretty well.  Mark figured she was somewhere between twenty and twenty-five years old.  The odd thing, though, was that she was wearing white sneakers and her hair was….pink.  Not a natural light red or anything, but a vibrant hot pink with black highlights.
    Ronda caught her husband gawking and elbowed him in the ribs making him grunt slightly.
    The woman turned her head and said apologetically, “Sorry if I seem a bit crazy, I’m just really late getting back to my boss’s office.  I’m a paralegal for Swensen & Murdock and it’s a really good job but today has just been a realy, realy, realy bad one.  It seems like everything’s gone wrong and I…..”
    The chatty paralegal was cut short as the elevator lurched to a halt and the lights went out.  The occupants cried out in surprise as they braced themselves against the walls.  The emergency lights clicked on and they all looked at each other with frightened expressions.
    “What in the…” Mark said.
    “Oh nooo!!!”  The pink haired paralegal moaned.
    “Aaaah!” said Ronda.
    They all froze for a few moments before Ronda asked the obvious, “What’s going on?!”
    The paralegal was frantically jamming her fingers into all the buttons on the elevator panel while Mark was consulting his smart phone.
    “Citywide blackout,” he said, “They’re not sure what happened.  The news blogs are saying it could be a while before the power comes back on.”
    Pink Hair pounded the panel, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!!”
    “Hey, hey,” Mark said, “Don’t freak out, I’m sure everything’s going to be ok.”
    The woman bent her head against the wall, “You don’t understand!  My boss is going to be furious!”
    “I’m sure they’ll understand,” Ronda said soothingly, “It’s not like you caused the blackout or anything.”
    “You think so?” the woman asked.
    The couple nodded.
    The pink haired paralegal slumped to the floor, sitting with her back to the wall, “It’s been a really bad day.” 
    They all sat on the floor and did what people usually do when they get stuck in an elevator.  They got to know each other.  The paralegal with the pink hair turned out to be named Tina.  And she really was having a bad day.   Besides the blackout, her office had been twice as busy as usual that day.  She had been running around so much that her heel had snapped and she had been forced to pay a delivery boy a hundred dollars for his sneakers.  On top of that she been knocked on her ass while she hurried from office to office, not once but three times since that morning.  Now she was on an emergency trip to a neighboring law firm for the second time that day because someone had screwed up and handed her the wrong papers the time before.  Tina, who tended to ramble whether she was nervous or not, went on about other things that had gone wrong that day but Mark and Ronda got the idea.
    Mark and Ronda were being sued by one of their employees for back pay, but they maintained that she had failed to hold up her end of the contract.  They had just finished a meeting with their lawyer who felt confident that they would win the suit.  When Tina asked what they did, the couple responded that Mark owned a small chain of hardware stores and Ronda handled the finances for him.  The employee that was suing them was their housekeeper.
    Tina called her boss to explain where she was.  Ronda had been right.  Instead of being mad her boss was concerned and said he was on his way over.  An hour ticked by and then two as the three chatted.  After a while they started to come up with games to pass the time.  Tina giggled as she suggested Truth or Dare, saying it was starting to feel more like a sleepover from when she was a kid than a blackout.  Mark and Ronda figured they didn’t have anything else to do so they agreed.  They were really starting to like Tina’s somewhat flighty personality.
    “So I’ll go first,” Tina  grinned, “Ronda, truth or dare?”
    Ronda bit her lip thoughtfully, “Hmmm.  Might as well start with truth.”
    “How long have you and Mark been together?”
    Ronda smiled, “That’s easy, eighteen years.”
    Tina raised her eyebrows, she didn’t think either Ronda or Mark looked all that old.  Certainly not older than thirty-five, ”You’ve been married eighteen years?”
    Ronda shook her head, “No, we’ve been together eighteen years.  And that’s the only freebie you get.”
    Mark laughed, “All right my turn.  Tina, truth or dare?”
    “Truth.”
    “How old are you?”
    Tina glowered at Mark’s grin. “Hmmph, that’s no question to ask a lady.  But I’ll follow the rules.  I’m twenty-three.”
    It was now Ronda’s turn, “Tina?”
    Tina rolled her eyes, “No fair, you guys are ganging up on me.  Fine, truth.”
    “Do you have a boyfriend?”
    Tina laughed, “Are you kidding me?  I barely have time to eat let alone time for a boyfriend!  Ok my turn again, Ronda?”
    “Truth.”
    “How many….bed partners have you had including Mark?”
    Ronda grinned like a shark, “Aah, straying into the sex subject are we?  Be careful what you poke at.  Let me see. including Mark…..I’m not sure.  I’m pretty sure it’s not as high as fifty, but definitely higher than thirty.”
    While Tina gawped, Mark and Ronda grinned at each other.  They liked where things were turning.
    Mark went again, “Ok, Tina.”
    Tina rolled her eyes, “Truth.”
    “Ever been with a woman?”
    Tina giggled, “Ok, wow, um, yeah, you know, the whole college thing.  And yeah, Ronda you don‘t even have to ask, I‘ll take truth again, but next time it‘s dare, I swear.”
    Ronda laughed, “Ok, have you ever done a co-worker?”
    Tina rolled her eyes, “Sex seems to be the prevailing theme here.  Fine, yes I’ve had one or two office affairs before.  My turn again, hmm who to choose….Mark.”
    “We’ve had a lot of truths so far so I’ll take dare this time.”
    Tina grinned and stuck her tongue in her cheek, “Finally, hmm what to dare while stuck in an elevator…?  I know, give your wife a good long kiss in front of me.”
    Mark gave a sarcastic smile, “Well give me something hard why don’t you.”
    Mark leaned over and captured Ronda’s mouth with his own, giving her a long sensuous kiss.  Tina blushed a little at how passionate it was.  She was about to give a polite cough when they finally broke it off.
    “That was some kiss,” Tina observed, barely keeping a straight face.
    Mark grinned, “My turn.  Tina?”
    “Dare, of course.”
    Mark’s grin turned evil, “Tit for tat, now you kiss my wife.”
    Tina froze, shock plastered across her face.  Ronda, however, took action.  Pushing away from the wall she crawled over to Tina.
    “Men…” Ronda said with a commiserating smirk before she leaned against Tina and gave her a full but short kiss.  Tina, still somewhat stunned, kissed her back a little as she considered for the first time what it would be like to sleep with the couple.  Ronda was a confident redhead with a petite little body that still had a pleasant curve to her hips.  Mark on the other hand was probably a full foot taller than either of the girls.  He wasn’t exactly muscular but he was kinda cute with his dark hair that was just long enough to hang in his eyes and his softly clean shaven skin.  Tina caught herself wondering what other parts of him were clean shaven.  When Ronda pulled away she gave Tina a strange look before returning to sit beside Mark.
    Mark grinned happily at the show he had just got, but when Ronda just sat staring at Tina he gave her a nudge, “Your turn, honey.”
    Ronda started a little, as if he had interrupted a thought, “Oh! Right, sorry.  Tina?”
    Tina gulped, still blushing from the kiss, “Um, think I’ll stick to truth this time.”
    Ronda gave her a small, strange smile, “I was hoping you’d go with that.  What is your most distinguishing, physical attribute?  That thing that sets you apart from most other women?  Mine is my hair.  It’s naturally very soft and an odd shade of red.  I get comments on it all the time.  So, Tina, what about you would make people remember you?”
    Mark looked confused at this sudden turn in topics, but Tina’s eye’s automatically flicked nervously down and then widened in panic.
    “H-how did you….?!” she asked in amazement.
    Ronda looked at her steadily, “Felt it when I kissed you.”
    Tina looked worried,  Mark still looked confused.
    “You can’t tell anyone!” Tina begged, “It’d make my job so much harder.”
    Ronda reassured her, “Only Mark and I will know, I promise.  We won’t blab.  How, did you keep it from you’re office affairs?”
    Tina looked a little abashed, “I’ve actually only had one and he promised to keep it a secret.  It’d be in his best interest too, anyway.”
    Mark was about to bust, “Would somebody please tell me what this is about?!”
    Tina looked at her hands, embarrassment and nervousness making her voice tremble, “W-well, you s-see I have a…” she mumble too low on last part of the sentence.
    Mark leaned forward, trying to hear, “A what?”
    Tina blushed beet red, “A penis.”
    Mark’s jaw dropped almost to his chest, “A penis?!  You have a cock?  You’re a…a guy?”
    Tina shrugged, “I was born with both a penis and a vagina so I’m not sure which I’d be classified as.”
    Mark leaned forward with interest, “You have both sets?”
    Tina flushed further but seemed to loosen up at the lack of a negative reaction on Mark’s part, “Well, It’s not like I’ve got balls or anything.  My pussy is where they would normally be.  And these,” she cupped her full tits in her hands, “aren’t the result of surgery.  All natural.”
    Mark and Ronda slowly slid over to Tina’s side of the elevator.  “So what are you called?  A she-male?  Hermaphrodite? Ow!”
    Ronda punched him in the arm for being rude.
    Tina giggled nervously, “Actually I like the Japanese term, futanari, the best.  futa, for short.”
    Mark nodded, fascinated, as he slid up right next to Tina.  Truth or Dare forgotten, the couple sat on either side of the paralegal and plied her with questions:  “Can you cum from both?” “Which do you pee out of?” Ronda hit Mark again when he asked if Tina could get herself pregnant. 
    Tina answered most of their questions, relieved just to be able to talk to somebody about it and not have to be afraid that someone would over hear.  She didn’t get to just chat about her “condition”  very often.  Her breath caught, though, when Mark hovered his hand just above her crotch.
    “Can I?  Do you mind?” he ask softly.
    “Um….ok,” Tina said softly as Ronda lay her head on her shoulder.
    Mark rested his hand on top of her skirt.  Immediately, he could feel the shape of her.  He could feel the soft shaft of her half hard cock.  God, she was big.  Running his fingers along her skirted lap, he figured she at least eight inches semi-hard.  When she had a full hard on she would definitely be a handful. 
    Tina moaned as Mark stroked her.  She gasped as he rubbed his thumb on the spot where her cock head was.  Her, oh so sensitive glans.  A whimper escaped her lips as Ronda turned her face into Tina’s neck and kissed her, running her lips and tongue along her delicate skin. 
    Lifting up her grey skirt, Mark exposed Tina’s hot pink thong.  Poking out of the elastic band and stretching down her leg like an obscene log was her succulent rod.  Lifting it up so that it pulled aside the material of her thong, he held it straight up and began to stroke it slowly.  He cried out in delight as a dollop of precum appeared at the tip and dripped down the shaft.  Looking into Tina’s eyes he saw the permission he needed to dip down and run his tongue along the shaft to the tip and dig out as much of the delicious clear liquid as he could.
    Tina whimpered and mewed like a cat as Mark did wonderful things to her cock, “You really like penises don’t you,” she muttered.
    Mark was to busy swallowing down her cock head to reply but Tina cried out in ecstasy as Ronda rose up to take a nibble at her earlobe and whisper in her ear, “We’re both bi.  You won’t tell anyone will you?”
    “Oh no!” Tina moaned, “I-I, oh god don’t stop, I know h-how much trouble a secret like that can be.”
    “We have another secret,” Ronda throatily whispered into Tina’s ear, “You know that employee who’s suing us?  Our housekeeper?  Well it’s true she wasn’t keeping our house very clean, but she wasn’t cleaning because every time she came over we’d be screwing her little nineteen year old brains out!”
    “Oh god!,”  Tina gave a massive groan as her cock creamed an almost orgasm of precum into Mark’s mouth, “Is that what you’re going to do to me?  Screw my little futa brains out?”
    Ronda rubbed her body flush against Tina’s, their clothing rumpling against each other as she whispered, “Uh huh.  We going to fucking get you naked and we’re going to have a fucking threesome right here in the elevator!”
    Tina squeaked loudly as Mark spit out her dripping rod and reached up to pull down her thong.  Tossing it to the side he went to work on her skirt as his wife pulled off her suit jacket and began to unbutton her shirt.  Soon she was only in a strapless bra that matched her thong.   That soon disappeared and Mark was about to return to her now throbbing ten inches of phallic flesh when she laid a hand on his chest to stop him.
    “It’s not right that I’m the only one naked here,” She grinned as she turned to Ronda and began to pull of the older woman’s blouse.
    Mark took the opportunity to kick off his shoes, followed quickly by his pants and shirt, leaving him only in his boxers tented with his seven inches of cock meat.
    Tina giggled happily as she found that Ronda didn’t wear any underwear and that her perfectly petite bosoms each fit snuggly inside her hungry mouth.
    While Tina was busy suckling at her nipples, Ronda slipped down her slacks, exposing her lusciously round bubble butt.  Mark leaned in to run his fingers down his wife’s nubile body, stopping at her ass to cup a cheek and squeeze. 
    Her excitement rising, Tina got into a better position to explore Ronda’s body.  Kneeling in front of the seated woman she brought their lips together and ran her tongue into Ronda’s receptive mouth.  This left her ass sticking out behind her which Mark immediately took advantage of.  Dropping his boxers and kneeling behind her, he grasped a full cheek in his palm and ran his cock along her ass crack and fleshy rump trailing precum as he went.   Breaking her kiss, Tina looked hesitantly behind her.
    “Are you going to fuck me Mark?” she asked nervously.
    Mark grinned, “Yep.  Where do you want it?  You’ve got two very inviting holes here.”
    Tina moaned and ground her ass back against him sliding her crack along his shaft.  Ronda leaned over Tina’s shoulder and ordered, “Fuck her pussy, dear.  Make her scream for me.”
    Grinning wickedly Mark used his free hand to move his cock down until it rested at the opening right below Tina’s throbbing member.  Rond guided Tina’s head down to her snatch and whispered, “Lick me, Sweety!”
    Tina complied and went to work on the older woman’s cunt making her writhe as Mark pushed forward, slowly spreading the futa’s tight hole slowly open.  Tina squealed into Ronda’s pussy as she was entered from behind, gasping as pleasure emanated from her love box.  Ronda held the girl’s head to her snatch and humped her face as she enjoyed the sensations coursing through her body.
    Not able to hold back anymore, Mark grunted as he sheathed himself completely into the dickgirl, and started pumping.  Their bodies moved together as they enjoyed one another.
    Ronda, desperate to be completely filled, pushed Tina up until the paralegal was fairly sitting on Marks cock as he thrust up into her.  Ronda kept pushing them back until Mark lay on the floor with Tina kneeling, straddling a leg to either side of him as her rod stuck straight up in front of her and he got a good view of her ass grinding over his rod.  Ronda hooked a leg around Tina’s waist and positioned her petite little body over the thick, ten inch, and drooling futa cock.  Tina and Ronda groaned loudly, theirs mouths forming O’s as the older woman lowered her experienced cunt over the younger girl’s love stick. 
    Ronda placed a knee onto the floor for support as she sank all the way down, her eye’s rolling back inside her head as she buried all ten inches of the cock inside her to its hilt.  Bracing herself against Tina and the floor, Ronda rode the shaft, gyrating and bobbing her ass up and down.  Tina reciprocated, riding Mark’s rod as she moved against his wife, mashing their bosoms together and wrapping the woman’s smaller body into a lewd embrace.
    Mark just grinned happily as he thrust upward into Tina’s  body and gripped a succulent ass cheek in each palm.  This went on for mere minutes until the girls squealed out their orgasms, mixing their fluids deep inside Ronda’s body.   As Ronda fell away to recover, Mark soon followed suit as he grunted and shot his load up into Tina’s still writhing body.  The husband and wife got yet another shock of the evening as the futa rode Mark’s pulsing cock and came with him, screaming out a second orgasm that originated in her cunt.  Mark and Ronda gazed at each other in amazement as they realized that Tina could have separate orgasms from both her cock and cunt at the same time.
    The threesome continued for another hour as they tried different positions, pausing only briefly after cums to regain their stamina.  They were so absorbed in a round of love making that they failed to realize that the main lights had come back on and the elevator had started to move again.  Suddenly the door dinged and opened.  The three looked up in surprise to see Tina’s boss and two members of the janitorial staff standing there gawping in supreme shock at the sight of Ronda with her husband’s rod rammed way down her throat and Tina with her thick and dripping member shoved deeply into Mark’s clenching and cum filled asshole. 
    Mark was the first to recover his wits as he reached up and smacked the button for the top floor.  As the elevator rose through the floors, the threesome finished up, giving each other one last cum before they hurriedly dressed and took the stairs back down.  Tina had no clue how she was going to explain this one.