("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Intimacy and Utterances by Obmuj (address withheld) *** A wife who has an affair, a husband who only wants young girls and a daughter who wants to commit incest. (MFf, ped, reluc, family-inc, bi, 1st, rom) *** "No more Wade! I can't take any more! Oh for God's sake you must stop... no, not there! Wade it hurts! Not in the back! I've never had anal sex! Eeyiee! Not in my little butt! Oh my God it's killing me... You're tearing me open... it won't fit darling! Please, oh please take it out! Aughhhhh, oh hell Wade, you're splitting me apart - stop! Won't you please take it out of my butt?" and as she begged her lover to pull from her anal opening, Betsy felt her lover bury his eight inches all the way inside her rear opening. With a homogenous shove Wade forced his hard-on deeper into the woman on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her. At the same time the strong man was leaning over Betsy firm and perfectly rounded buttocks. His pleasure in hearing the woman he was taking telling him she had never had anal sex previously caused him to ask, "Hell's bells, you mean I got your cherry-ass? Hot damn, I got your cherry-butt... is that true sweetheart?" and as he asked made certain his forceful shoves and pulls kept him on the path to fully ream out the tight butt he was enjoying. Beyond caring about the fact she had never had anal sex, Betsy could only reply, "I've never had it like this before... oh my God, do you mean you like knowing you got my anal virginity? Do all men want that? "Oh yeah sweetheart. Getting a woman's cherry ass is the utopia of fucking! Do you like it... do you...?" and as he asked split her anus completely. "Wade, oh please stop! You're driving me crazy and I can't take any more... Wade for God's sake I cummed from your doing my butt! Ughhhh you're so deep up my behind. Oh darling... not so hard. Darling I'm there again... I'm gonna' get off from my butt being pounded! Yes, oh yeah Wade, fuck my ass forever. Ugh, oh Wade, I've cummed again from your doing it in my butt!" Without any notice, Betsy felt Wade suddenly pull his hard penis from her anus and immediately shove it up into her vagina. With no more than a dozen strokes the massive cock was bringing another orgasm to her over stuffed sex and it seemed her body was crying out for release from the brutal sexual conquest. Her rectum felt sore and Betsy felt what she assumed and seemed to her that her puckered anal ring of sphincter muscles had been torn and ripped and assuredly bleeding from the intrusion of a male organ being shoved inside her for the first time. Betsy felt her sex being pounded in a brutal fashion as she was ridden doggie style for the first time in her life. As she again enjoyed the throes of another deep orgasm, Betsy Sampson felt her body quiver and the muscles in her arms and legs hurt they were so taunt. Finally she surrendered by rewarding her illicit lover with the terms and sexual utterances he drove her to speak, even though she hated speaking the words she had until recently believed were so obscene she couldn't utter them. Even saying those in her mind had caused her to shudder in the past and she had never uttered them until a few weeks ago when Wade had kept her from climaxing until she begged him to fuck her. "Oh you fu - fuc - f-f-fuck me so deep and hard... Wade you must never stop f-fucking me... fuck me forever my darling Wade... oh yes, oh your cock is so fucking hard. Will you stop now darling?" and her arms and legs fell from supporting her lover's body as her body flopped onto the bed sheets. She had just endured another round of sex and taken from one position to another. "Jezz - oh hell I'm coming again baby... take my come... yeah, oh yeah I'm coming up you darling... damn but you are one good fuck. Do you want my come up your little fuck-hole, baby?" and as he moaned out through his question filled the gripping sex of the woman under him with his juices. The thirty-eight year old woman could feel deep within her vagina that her lover's thick and long manhood had plundered her hard and long. Betsy glanced at the clock on the stand and saw Wade had been on her for nearly forty-five minutes during the forth round of their coupling. Her mind considered the fact that in the past three hours she had endured more sex than her husband gave her in a couple months' time. Betsy felt the man on top of her buttocks wiggling around as he moved his still half erect penis in wiggling motions as he rubbed his groin against her hips. Wade was no longer working it in and out as they both knew if he did it would slip from between her labium. Betsy's vulva felt raw and sore from the hard male sex object she had felt invading her inner body in places the other there penises she had allowed to enter her had never come close to reaching. Finally saying the words she felt cheap in saying, asked, "Wade, take your cock out... you've fucked me so hard I'm sore... you fuck like a mad man." *** Driving home from the motel, Betsy recalled how Wade had taken her, in her mind she recalled the three previous men she known sexually. James, her husband was no longer truly interested in providing the conjugal part of marriage. After four years of a quick five minutes of hopping on, getting off, and rising from their bed and heading to the bathroom to wash off their combined juices, James would return to bed and immediately go to sleep. This was a once a week ritual, and after four years Betsy had gotten out of bed before James after his quickie and stood with one foot on the mattress so her sex was wide open. Reaching down with both hands she had pulled her labium open and as she did, the small amount of semen had eased from her opening and onto her inner thigh. "See this little stream of your juices my husband and what seems to be in name only. James, if you don't start giving me more than this little bit once a week you are going to be a cuckold husband." As she made the comment and before she had finished speaking, her husband had laughed and told her. "You look like a whore in a Nevada brothel standing with your legs open and my come running from your cunt. For hell's sake, put your foot down," and he rose from the bed and walked past her to the master bath. Betsy watched as James returned from the bathroom and she noticed his slender penis had shriveled up until it was a like piece of string between his legs. When he lay back, on the bed, Betsy reached down and ran her fingers into her sex and collected their juices on her fingers. Moving to where James lay on the bed, she reached out quickly and smeared the juices onto her lips and face. With a shrill voice she shouted, "Damn you James - if you won't fuck me I will find someone who will. Maybe you best friend Eddie, he is always grabbing my ass and saying he wants to do me. Think about it my dearest husband, if you don't change immediately, them by damn the end of the week will find me searching for someone who finds me attractive and wants what you no longer wish to enjoy. Your damn job and golf on the weekends seems to be all you want from our marriage. Trust me James; you will be a cuckold husband in a week's time." Allowing her memory to go back to the night of her senior prom, Betsy thought of Bernie Cohen who she had invited as her date to the special occasion. Bernie lived next door and she had trouble asking other boys to be her date. Bernie was a junior in college and he smiled when she asked. "Tell me neighbor, would you like to be my prom date? I've already got tickets and paid for the dinner for two at the Hilton's four star restaurant - so what do you think of my being bold?" Unknown to Betsy, the boy had next door had spied on her over the years since he first discovered his bone got hard when he watched her as they would swim in her pool. By the time he was sixteen and she was thirteen and he noticed she had somehow gotten some hard pointed breast that were nearly exposed in her two year old bathing suit. One day it happened and her right boob had slipped from her suit as she climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool next to him. For the next five minutes or more, they had spoken about various things and what caused her to reach out and feel her uncovered breast she didn't know. Being embarrassed and laughing at the same time Betsy remarked, "Sorry I don't have more to tempt you with - maybe someday they will be bigger. What do you think Bernie?" "Wow Betsy, your boob looks great. Would you pull down the other side so I can see both of them? Oh man... could I touch them? I've never touched a girl's boobs," and when nothing was said he had reached out and played with her newly grown boobs. Uncertain how long she should permit Bernie to play with her breasts, the teen recalled how her girlfriends had told of boys cropping feels for as long as an hour. Finally the playing of her boobs was having a stirring effect on her body and Betsy whispered, "Lets get in the water... while you touch me, I want to feel what you have. I've never touched a boy or allowed one to do what you're doing. Would you like to feel between my legs?" Within moments both teens were enjoying the first feels of the opposite sex and when Bernie pushed his finger up inside her sex, Betsy thought she would pass out. In moments both teens were nude and they moved from the pool to her bedroom. Once they were undressed and lying on her bed, it was less than five minutes when Bernie moved on top of her and pushed his thing against her narrow opening. Had the young boy know how to work his erection into a girl, who had never been opened, he could have easily gotten his first cherry. Instead, as his cock battered the smooth skin between her thighs, he became so excited that he shot his first load of juices all over her virgin hole. From then until she asked him to be her date for her senior prom, they had never went further than a few moments of cropping a feel. After the prom, and unknown to Betsy, she ended up in a Hilton hotel room on the top floor and it was consider a suite as it had a living room and a bedroom. When Bernie asked, "Want to undress and play around pretty date?" Within the next half hour, Bernie showed his date what he had learned in the past four years by seducing three virgins and several other girls during high school and college. One thing he learned was to perform oral sex on a virgin and you could just about bank on nailing her cherry on the end of your dick. Not having experimented with boys other than Bernie during her school years, Betsy didn't know Bernie had an overly thick penis that was at least seven inches long. When Bernie finally eased the bulbous head of his cock between her overly wet labium from the oral sex he had moments before performed on the lovely virgin and loved knowing he'd gotten Betsy off three times. Smiling as he slowly eased his swollen and fat cock up into her tight and somewhat resisting vagina, he could tell his lovely neighbor and the first girl he had every partaken any sex with wasn't prepared for the shock of having her cherry split apart. The sudden stretching of her sex as Bernie drove through her thick and tight hymen caused Betsy to cry out, "Bernie... Bernie, oh no... You promised it wouldn't hurt! Bernie, you're hurting me! Gee... oh gee Bernie, oh you are so hard... wait a minute! Just lay on me for a minute! My God you must be big or something." Betsy lay with her leg spread apart as wide as possible in hopes that it would reduce the burning and stretching feelings she was feeling from her virginity being ripped apart by Bernie's large erection. Although she was inexperienced sexually, Betsy had stroked enough boys off to realize Bernie's penis was exceedingly large. When she felt the thick and long thing as far up inside her as it could reach, she wanted the sex to be over with immediately. Yet in another five minutes the short and slow, or long and fast strokes Bernie would switch from one to the other. Betsy soon found the working of her first lover's manhood was causing her to feel a welcoming need for more of the thick long penis moving back and forth in her sex. Suddenly she felt the big penis rubbing her excited clitoris and Betsy tilted her pelvic area downward so the contact was constant between the large cock and her clit. Betsy felt her first orgasm while having sex start on a firm and forceful stroke of ravisher's erection bumping against her clitoris. Slowly and then it seemed like a lost time in her life struck her in an easy stimulation of her clit. Just as suddenly the sensations became full and the excitement from her first sexually orgasm rolled from deep inside her body and caused her to express her feelings without shame or even the knowledge of what she was shouting out. "Aarrghhhh, oh Bernie... you're making me love you... I'm going off... you are doing it to me... you not only got my cherry you got me off... is this suppose to happen... oh give it to me darling... yes like that... ughhhhhhh, oh God, Bernie shove it up me anyway you wish. Is it good for you darling?" and Betsy's arms and legs moved from lying beside her on the bed until they wrapped around Bernie's back. Her legs were sprayed out and open as she held them as high up on her lover's back as they could reach. Her hands reached down, grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs even higher and tighter around the muscular back of the boy who just gave her fulfilling sex. For the virgin, she found that sex was very enjoyable and she roused her date to take her four times that night before she allowed them to snuggle up and sleep until nearly ten the next morning. When she woke up and saw Bernie next to her in the large hotel bed, Betsy wasn't upset that she had given up her virginity. Instead as she looked at the two of them, and the bed the no longer virgin could see the evidence of her lost virginity. Although the youthful penis was covered with the viscous residue of their coupling from their previous encounters, Betsy learned over and even her blood on Bernie's pubic area didn't stop her from taking his semi-erect penis between her lips and into her mouth as deep as possible. Looking up at her date as she commenced in what she thought must be how a girl does oral sex, watched Bernie's eyes open and look at the sight of his neighbor sucking his cock. Moaning as he become fully erect, Bernie said in deep passion and emotion, "Ho boy, oh Betsy you suck cock better than any girl I've ever been with. Last night you said you had never done oral sex... is that the truth baby?" and in another couple of minutes he was flooding the mouth of the girl. During the summer months the two teens found several opportunities to engage in sex. And when Betsy went to college she refrained from sex until her senior year and she submitted to a fifty year old full professor who had done more than take her under his tutorage and instructor her in the study of nuclear physics she was earning extra credit on, and a special scholarship. When she saw Rodney Steadman looking at her sweater covered breast with eyes that seemed to bore through the cloth of her garment. The expression on his bearded face said he wanted something else after their having been in his physics lab for a month and until now nothing had ever passed as sexually between them. Betsy listened as he spoke in his deep throated voice, "I don't suppose we could... could enjoy things other than our working together... or could we?" and stood looking at not only her breasts, but his eyes moved down her body to her feet and back up to settle on the place where her skirt covered her sex. Without speaking, Betsy reached down and pulled her sweater up and over her head. Her hands moved to unsnap the front clasp on her 34-C bra and she watched his eyes bore into her strawberry colored nipples and areolas. Not wasting time in the even she would change her mind, she unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drop around her ankles, then she pushed the black thong down over her legs and she stood nude before the man who she knew held her fate in his hands. "Truly exceptional. You are a very lovely woman... Miss Sampson you are without doubt a charming and desirable female," and as he spoke he undressed. Within moments Betsy was on the sofa on the raised area from which he stood when he lectured before the fifteen specially designed desk. To her surprise she noted his penis was perhaps a shade less than five inches in length, but it was overly thick. Speaking to herself, Betsy didn't realize she was speaking aloud and her comments were being heard by the man standing over her as she reclined on the sofa. "Shit, he's cock is thicker than Bernie's penis. My God, his cock must be three inches in diameter... damn it has been nearly four years since I last had as cock up me... jezz, will it fit up me?" and she shuddered as he moved over her body and placed the head of his cock at her opening. Slowly and methodically Rodney Steadman worked his thick cock into the tight sex of the girl under him. He knew she was the most appealing of any of the girls he had ever nailed on his classroom sofa, and finally he was buried up the flowing sex with the viscous wetness of her female juices coating his cock as he worked it back and forth in the gripping tight pussy he was stroking. Asking the submissive girl, who had simply undressed and surprised the hell of out him with the lack of conversation, "Am I doing it the way you want sweetie?" and he shoved against her pussy and rotated his body so he was applying pressure with his pubic bone against her large, fleshy and pudgy clit. When he moved his fingers to play with her pussy while stroking it with his cock, Rodney was surprised by the overly large clit that he found at the end of her very long clitoral hood. Using his fingers in a pinching action Rodney squeezed her clit and heard her moan out as he applied even more pressure. Then he again was rolling his body against the "V" of her loins and he could feel the thick clitoris as he rubbed harder and harder against the auburn colored hair and lips of her sex. "Oh yeah... oh yeah it is good like that... do it hard and fast. Take me hard and fast... you are only the second boy... I mean man I've ever been with. Oh hell, it has been four years since I last done this... give it to me... fill me with you juices. Do you want to spray me with you come. You just cummed in me didn't you?" and she heaved her hips up to take the squirting cock deeper in her welcoming pussy as she got off. "Yes! Oh yes, I'm going off... Eeeeyieee, oh hell it is so good... it has been so long... oh give it to me," and she moved her legs around her professor's back and without thinking, moved her lips to kiss the man passionately. By the time she left the classroom, Betsy had welcomed the man into her body three times. By the time her senior year was over at the university, Betsy was actual relieved as Professor Steadman never allowed a day to pass that he didn't engage in sex at least once. Even her periods didn't stop the man from taking her either orally or by penetrating her. Betsy had kept a diary of her sexual activity from the time she and Bernie had messed around in the pool the day her boob had flopped out of her undersized bathing suit. *** Although nothing happened, other than a few crops of his hand on her body, her mother's brother Raymond had found it enjoyed to feel the tender body of his niece. Although they didn't have actual sex, Betsy had finally agreed they could be nude together. After listening to Uncle Ray describing the act of going part-way, she discovered such could be fun. Many times Betsy would jack-off Uncle Ray and loved feeling his warm come squirting all over her hard pointed breasts. Her uncle taught her how to squeeze her legs together and grip his erection between her thighs until he shot off his thick cream. From the time she was nearly fifteen until she completed her third year of college, Betsy and her uncle found solace in their incestuous entanglements. Had her uncle not been killed when his private plane crashed the week before she had promised she would finally permit him to enter her body, Betsy would have found a new lover. After meeting the professor on more than a student-professor relationship, Betsy had determined if was her uncle she had finally desired and would allow to settle between her legs. Alas, it was not to be in the stars she said one night while setting on the roof deck of her sorority house and recalling the relationship with her uncle. *** Now she knew a new lover and as Wade was only the fourth man to enter her sex, Betsy felt how sore her anus was as she pulled into the garage of her home. Looking in the garage saw James was home and wondered if he would ask where she had been and why she hadn't been home when he arrived from the office. Entering the house she didn't see him in the family room or seated at the kitchen counter, so Betsy walked down the hallway to where he had set up an office. Looking in the doorway, Betsy's eyes took in the computer screen and before her eyes were images of a young girl, perhaps eleven or twelve years of age. Without speaking, but observing the computer for another few minutes, Betsy noted the screen went blank and James removed the disk and placed it in the top drawer of his desk. Moving quickly, Betsy walked to the kitchen and making noise as she begin to make some coffee, she had a bad sense the young girl was she and James' daughter, Cindy. Cindy was now an eighteen year and attending Yale. Betsy's mind couldn't stop the idea her husband had somehow video taped their child. "James, you best hope you haven't captured my angle in the nude. Damn, is it possible?" *** "Been shopping honey?" she heard her husband ask as he entered the kitchen. Smiling with a mischievous and jaunty look across her face and what she inwardly hoped showed she had returned the cuckold sexual conquest by another man driving his hard manhood deeply in the cavern between her leg. Yes, she had again evened up the score with the hope James would somehow know another man had placed his seed deep in her belly. Betsy glowed in the hop jealousy would torment her ass of a husband and he would accuse her of infidelity, but the act of such she would never confirm. Betsy replied in a joking manner, "Nope honey, I was getting laid by a young stud muffin of twenty-one... does it upset you that I've been doing the naughty? That my pussy, which you always believed would be yours alone has been coated with another man's sperm?" as sat down on the stool and opening her thighs to show her sex glistening with Wade's cream, then crossing her legs and squeezing then tightly together to tickle her clit. Having noted his wife was not wearing panties as she flashed him, and his eyes could see her sex was gapping open and assuredly seemed to be coated with a man's come. Until how to act or reply, James asked with his face in shock as his voice sounded out a warning, "You fucking bitch... if your cunt ever gets another man's come up it you best be certain your funeral plans are complete. I will shove a fucking butcher knife up your cunt, all the way to your belly button." Unexpected in the comment, Betsy cringed as she watched James move suddenly to stand in front of her and his right hand moved down and slid up her leg. While keeping her legs crossed, she was unprepared when her husband gabbed his left hand into her stomach and moved his face against her own and told her, "Open your whoring legs... son-of-a-bitch, your cunt is full of come... damn you Betsy! Who fucked you... how long has this been going on?" and his fingers moved inside her sex, Betsy felt her husband's fingers move and hook the side and top of her sex in a tight grip. Then James jerked his fingers hard and Betsy knew her sex would be bruised from his strong fingers digging into her soft inner-flesh. "Stop it James... stop! You're hurting me... I used a dildo on my pussy and made my self climax... I'd never cheat on you," Betsy cried out in the hope James would release the terrible grip of his fingers inside her body. "What... you used a dildo? Holy shit... you and a vibrator... you little cunt," and as he spoke pulled his hand from under her skirt. James turned and walked from the room and as he left through the door from the kitchen and into the garage, he shouted out, "I'll be home around midnight, but I might just stay in a motel tonight so you can enjoy your toys." Running into the living room, Betsy watched as James drove off in a hurry once he was out of the driveway of their home. She turned and quickly moved to his desk and opened the drawer she had watched him place the computer disk into. Opening the drawer, she saw there were several disk lying in the drawer and they were each dated and seemed to be about a week apart on some and others were a month or more in age from the other. Taking the disk to her own computer, she inserted the one that had been on top and in moments the image of a girl's body from her neck to just below her pubic area came onto the computer's 27 inch LCD screen. It was certain the girl was around eleven or twelve and her small breasts had only started to grow on her chest. Her fatty mons was hairless, although one could view a fine growth of pale fuzz was present, and more so in the image as the person operating the camera zoomed in to capture the pronounced fatty mound and smooth tiny labium surround the velvety thin lips of the young girl's vulva. "My God... oh Cindy... oh my little girl," Betsy sobbed out as she watched the camera lens opening and it was doing so in the way to capture the image of the girl completely. Within a suddenness she had expected, the image before her was a girl of twelve, but it wasn't Cindy. "Nooooo... oh James how could you? You videoed Missy... Cindy's friend when she was little!" For the next three hours Betsy hurriedly viewed each of the tapes and on the third disk watched in horror as her precious little angel virginity had been torn from the young body by her daughter's own father. The horrid scene had been captured by the camera and for Betsy she could only consider how innocent her little girl appeared. Betsy couldn't help but view the flawless beauty of her preteen daughter with skin like rich cream it was so smooth and silky. There could be no doubt that her sick husband's knowledge on using the camera was evident from the images of the soft downy fuzz like hair that showed on the fatty mounds of Cindy's Mons-Veneris. Within moments the images and sounds of her daughter having oral sex performed on her was complete with the small voice of her virgin little eleven year old daughter's mellifluous voice expressing the feelings that only older females should be uttering. Hearing her little girl express the pleasure of oral sex made Betsy become sicker and sicker to her stomach. Not only that, but James had spoken in a sickening voice as he used his hands and voice to have his daughter open her legs wide as he moved between them. Once Cindy's tiny sylphlike, agile and lissome legs were spread as far and completely apart she could get position them, she had looked at the computer screen and watched her husbands cruel fingers reach down and he pulled his own child's tiny labium completely open and recorded the immature vulva graphically. Five minutes later the image on the disk showed Cindy on her back and James standing between his daughter's young thighs. Betsy knew her daughter was only eleven when the video had been done from the bed covers. Evidently James was holding the camera in one hand as he guided his erection to the entrance of his daughter's sex. The image and sounds from the disk provided the evidence of the pain Cindy suffered as she lost her innocence. What hearing an adult being taken sexually would have been one thing, but to hear your own little girl of eleven utter intimacy and utterances of sex, and the associated pain of being deflowered finally caused Betsy to become sick to her stomach. A half hour later Betsy ran to James' desk and took out the video camera. Removing the disk, she inserted it into the computer and in moments the deflowering of Marla, who was the nine year old neighbor girl who lived across the street was being displayed on the computer screen. Once more the utterances and intimate acts was being performed on a young girl by the monster she was married too. Telling herself, "This is your last little girl to hurt James... may you rot in Hell!" The tears and shouts of pain reflected the agony the ten year child suffered as James took her roughly. Having observed how both her daughter and her best friend and now the girl from across the street to bleed caused Betsy to shout aloud, "I will cut off your little fucking dick James. You're the worst man on earth and you'll pay for what you have done. No wonder neither girl ever had a date... they couldn't handle being with a boy... a boy might try to touch them or want sex with them... God... what a monster!" Taken the desk and camera with her, Betsy drove to parents home an hour's drive from where she lived. Once she was inside her parents' home, she spoke softly, "Dad... mom... I have some terrible news to tell you... I want to have you keep these disks for me. Please, oh please don't look at them. They have the worst things in the world on them. Dad... put them in you box at the bank and if something happens to me, give them to the police. I must go home now before James discovers I'm not home." *** Betsy hurriedly drove home and once there searched James desk and the other areas of his home office and found three more disk. Picking up the phone, Betsy called Wade and spoke with him for nearly an hour, and before hanging up confirmed their earlier conversation, "Your four buddies will come over to the motel tomorrow... you promise not to use my last name... is this what you really want... you've done this before with woman haven't you Wade?" Listening to the sexy woman speak he thought her voice was strained, but had he known why he wouldn't have believed the reason. Replying to the lovely woman's question, "Yes honey... once before. Yesterday you said you could never have multiplied partners... what happened to change your mind? Wear a cocktail dress and we will all go out for a couple of drinks and dinner before partying... would you like to be the center of attention by five men for the evening and know each of us will be desiring you and your loveliness. You are truly beautiful, but you know that don't you Betsy?" The night was lost in the blur as one of the men after the other moved over the welcoming body of the sexually charged Betsy as she surrendered to carnal lust. When or what time Wade and his four friends left the motel Betsy had no idea. She awoke around ten the following morning and as she realized where she was and how sore her pelvic area was, she shuddered in the knowledge that each of the five men had done her at least three times. Even at one point she was riding one of the men as first Wade and then two other of the men took her anal opening. Getting out of the bed Betsy walked to the sink counter and started some coffee that was in the room. Filling the bathtub as the coffee brewed, she moved to the living room and with some pain in the effort, raised her foot and leg up on the chest of dresser with the mirror on the wall above the furniture. Looking in the mirror, Betsy could see her sex was puffy and she tentatively used her fingers to ease her labia open. The inner view of her sex showed a deep redness that she knew was from having been rubbed repeatedly by the firm cocks of the young men who had provided her the most unique sex in her life. "My god, I'm such a fucking slut. Oh James... at least I know what it is like once again to be loved by a man with enough of an erection to fill me and yes, stretch me open. Will I ever want this again?" and moving her leg down, walked over and poured her coffee, then hoped into the tub. After her bath and dressing, she drove home and once there noted James's car was parked in the drive. Entering the house, Betsy knew that her husband would notice how she was dressed and that she had been out all night. "Hell, if he can lie, so can I," she thought as she opened the door and entered her kitchen from the garage. *** James was seated at the kitchen table and in front of him was a gun of some sort. The look on her husband's face showed what she believed was the devil incarnate. His mouth opened and a scream erupted from deep in his soul as he shouted, "Where in the hell are my video's?" and as he asked his hand picked up the black gun lying on the table in front of him. Knowing he would kill her if she didn't say what he expected, Betsy simply replied, "They are in a bank vault and if anything happens to me, the police will get them... you can never get to them James." At the moment the front door bell sounded and as he stood up, said in a gruff voice, "Answer the fucking door and get back in here... move bitch!" Opening the door Betsy saw three police officers, and two men who were in suits. One of the men wearing a suit spoke with authority, "I'm Detective Sergeant Mark Haynes, and we're here to see James Sampson... is he here?" "Thank God you here. Yes, he is in the kitchen. He has a gun of some kind... I think he's going to kill me." and as she spoke, Betsy moved outside to where the police were standing. She watched in horror as the men drew their weapons and slowly entered the house. Moments later she listened as shouts could be heard from the kitchen, and then a single gunshot rang out to break the silence. In a few minutes a police officers came out to where she was standing with a uniformed officer and she was asked to step back inside the house. The officer explained they had a warrant for James's arrest for having sex with the girl across the street. The girl was in the hospital with major damage to her vaginal area, especially due to her age and size. The officer explained that James had turned the gun upon him self and ended his life. Betsy thought fast and determined to protect her daughter and not reveal the existence of the tapes. Perhaps I can protect my daughter by not making the gruesome videos available to the authorities and Betsy believed in her mind that somehow the information on the videos would somehow be released. Plus the news would tell about the tapes and Cindy would once more be struck with what her father had done to her. *** Taking a flight the next day to where Cindy was attending college, Betsy rented a car and in an hours time pulled up in front of Cindy's dorm, Betsy knew her daughter would likely have trouble admitting the damage her father had caused. Yet as a mother, Betsy knew she must be brave and somehow make life good for her little girl. Moments later she was hugging her daughter and after a couple hours of crying and trying to provide Cindy with as much information as possible. Finally the two of them washed the tears from their eyes and after applying new makeup, Betsy suggest the two of them go out for dinner. After eating, and over a piece of cheesecake, Cindy moved to sit closer to her mother and reached out and absentmindedly lay her hand on her mother's thigh. Neither seemed to notice the act and in moments, Cindy said in a soft voice that was just barely audible to Betsy. "Mother... when I was young, around six or seven, daddy would touch me. When I was ten he started doing other things to me and eventually he pushed his thing inside me when I was eleven years old. Mother I have never discussed this with you as I didn't want to hurt you. My father also did the same thing with my best friend Missy. Over the course of my junior and senior years in school my father continued to assault me. Missy and I discussed this between us and that is why I left home just as soon as I was out of high school." "Honey... I just discovered this a few days ago. And I feel so sorry for you and all the pain it caused you. I wasn't aware that the sexual attacks continued during your school years... yet I'm not surprised. How is missy doing? She is going to Stanford in California isn't she... do you speak with her often?" and as she spoke felt her daughter's fingers stroking the insides of her thighs. In fact, she tried not to give away the fact she knew that her daughter was caressing her inner legs in a manner that a daughter shouldn't be doing. For another few minutes Betsy spoke with her daughter and had opened her thighs as if to give her daughter access to her body. Cindy's finger tips blushed lightly across the center of her panties, Betsy caught her breath as she felt the intimate touch. Now it wasn't her legs being caressed by her daughter, but the core of her femininity. Then as if an unknown signal passed between them, Betsy felt her own child's fingers press firmly against her panty and a rush of breath escaped from between her lips. Hearing the deep release of breath from her mother's throat as her fingers pressed her mother's panties between her labia, brought reality to the forefront of Cindy's mind. Knowing she was touching another female's sex, albeit it was covered with her panties, she was still making a sexual act on another woman for the first time in her life. Confusion passed quickly through her teenage mind as her finger tips were now rubbing up and down her mother's female slit and then finding the hard button of her clitoris. As if in a dream, Cindy's fingers eased under the leg band of her mother's panty and moved her fingers until they were up to the first knuckle between the opening from which she entered the world. Her middle finger eased deep, as deep as it could reach and then her thumb was pressing and massaging her own parent's clitoris and the realization of her acts suddenly caused the teen to moan out, "Oh mother... oh what have I done? I'm sorry for touching you. It wasn't meant to be as it seems. I only wanted closeness. Will you forgive me mother?" and Cindy reached out and took her mother's hands in her own. "Hush baby girl... gee, I keep forgetting you're a grown woman now so guess I need to stop calling you my baby girl," Betsy said in reply. Even though both had expressed a short defense of the other's acts and thoughts, Betsy realized she was enjoying the feeling of her daughter's finger in her body and more importantly, finding her child's thumb brushing harder and harder against the round ball of her clitoris. "You may call me that all my life and I'll love hearing it from you mother," Cindy said as once more her mother gripped her hand and pressed the probing teen fingers deeper into her body. Time seemed to not be a part of anything at the very moment her body tensed up just before her orgasm struck. Crying out in a soft and pleading voice, Betsy expressed her pleasure simply by feeling the intimacy and then her utterances, "Make me get off... y-e-s... oh yessss... Cindy you're getting me off! I've never with a woman before... aiyeeeeeeee, oh darling, oh it is so wonderful. I'm coming!" A half hour later both mother and daughter was nude and lay with their faces on the upper thighs of the other. Finally Cindy said in a voice that was shrouded in passion and expressed how deep a feeling of release had passed throughout her inner soul and body. "Mother, until now I have never been with another woman... and mom... there has only been one male who I've had sex with... you know it was dad and yet you have never chastised me for what he did with me... did we do anything terrible mother?" and once more the teen girl was kissing and licking the hair covered area of her own parent's female opening. "...aughhhh, oh darling it is so wonderful... I'm going to come already! I only found out about your father a day or so ago... now darling... work your finger in and out of me... yes, like that... eyieeeeee... oh my darling!" and her thighs closed around her own daughter's head as her hands pulled the teen face tight against her welcoming sex. *** "Honey does it bother you to have watched the tapes? They show the intimate side of your father that he should have given to me, but alas he wanted only young girls. Shall we destroy them or keep them for our enjoyment, Cindy girl?" and as she spoke, moved to hug her daughter in her arms. Pulling her mother down onto the bed with her, Cindy moved her arms to hug her mother in return. Her lips pressed against her mother's face as she said in a soft whisper, "Let's keep them mom... I must tell you something daddy once told me. He said that he'd done over twenty of my little friends and got their cherries. Did you see the videos he kept in the loft over the garage? That is where he liked to have me and my friends play..." A look of disbelief flashed across her face and Betsy could only reply, "Oh no... I didn't know about the fact there could be other tapes... are you positive about the fact there might be more than twenty other girls?" "Yeah mom. But let's forget that for now. So where are we going for dinner tonight? Want to try the Hungry Bear where all the stud muffins on campus hang out?" and she giggled as her mother replied to her comment. "What if some big frat boys finds two lonesome females and determine they are the Hungry Bears and want us for dinner?" Betsy asked in a mocking voice. Giggling as she replied, Cindy asked, "Uh mom, you haven't told me if we are going to meet those two boys from the dorm next door. If we do, I want any sex to be in the same bed with you. It's funny they believe you are my older sister... what would they say if they knew we were mother and child and lovers?" and Cindy's lips closed around the large nipple on her mother's left breast. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 60