“We have your daughter, we will rape her to pieces and you will never see her again unless you follow all instructions.”

This had to be some kind of sick joke, she tried to convince herself, but one look into those cold unfeeling eyes and she knew something was terribly wrong.

“Where is my daughter, what do you want from me, how do I even know if you really have her?!” she asked in rapid succession.

The man said nothing for a moment, and then, “Get in the van and I will take you to her. This is your only chance. When I leave here you will never see me or young Jenny again.”

He knew her name, My God he knows her name! She had to go with him. Susan was a strong woman and a good mother, “I will find a way to get my daughter back no matter what it takes, no matter what I have to do. Just hold on Jenny, Mommy is coming! ” Susan vowed to herself.

She allowed the man to handcuff her, put a blindfold on and swallowed the 3 pills he gave her. She was led to the van and was fast asleep within 5 minutes.

When Susan woke up she was lying on a large bed in a room with no other furniture, and no windows. Her blindfold and handcuffs had been removed and there was a bucket of chicken and warm soda laying on the floor next to the bed. She was groggy from the sleeping pills she had taken and her mouth was exceptionally dry, so she drank the soda. She got up and tried the door. It was locked but as soon as she turned the handle, an alarm went off. Shortly two men came into the room. One was the asshole who had brought her here. The other was a huge semi-retarded buffoon.

“Susan It is time to begin your rape training. I want to explain the terms and conditions of your release and what is required to ensure your daughter’s safety. You may call me John. I will be your primary master. Me and my friend have one thing in common — we enjoy rape. I prefer beautiful, attractive adult women like yourself. You will give yourself to me completely. I want to break you, to crush you. I will savor every humiliation that you will endure. You will kneel before me, suck my fat smelly dick and pretend to like it. You will beg me for the privilege of licking my ass. Best of all, you will spread your pretty, pink, pussy lips wide before me, tell me that you love me, and INVITE me to fuck the living shit out of you. If you allow yourself to, you might even enjoy the experience. Here is the best part, I will never hurt you. You can ask me to stop at anytime. At that point Bob will become the primary. He will not be interested in you, but young Jenny would suit him perfectly. You do not want that to happen, your daughter would be broken beyond repair by the time he was through.

The rules are simple. Obey my every command, and in a week or so I will be bored with you. You will have saved your daughter, and will be free to go.”

Susan could not believe this was happening.

“You can’t get away with this, there will be people looking for us. Please just let us go and we won’t tell anyone what happened,” she begged.

John looked her in the eye, smiled and said, “take off your shirt.” Bob started giggling in a high pitched tone.

“Bob go play with Jenny, but do not touch her unless I say so.”

Bob said, “Jenny is real pretty I want to be her special friend, I want to play secret games with her dirty places. You are too old to be my friend, but Jenny looks real nice. She won’t ever make fun of me, and I just know she’ll make me feel real good. Don’t worry, I promise to be real gentle with her so she won’t break. I can do it too. John says I am getting better. Beth was my special friend for a whole month. If she had stopped crying I never would have had to spank her and she would not have had an accident. Don’t worry she’s in heaven now with the angels, and God and baby Jesus, and puppies and all the good boys and girls and mommy (but not daddy, he is in the bad place. I’m glad too, ’cause he was real mean and no fun at all, and he made me have accidents all the time and called me stupid and was real mean). I’ll bet Jenny will be a good girl and won’t cry. I hate it when my friends cry. Jenny better be good or…well she just better,”Bob said in his dull, slow witted tone.

Susan began crying as he left the room.

“Don’t touch my daughter, I will do whatever you want, but please don’t let him touch my baby, she is only 13 years old.”

Susan pulled her shirt off and waited for her next order. John came up behind her and began massaging her neck and shoulders. He undid her bra and smiled when her tits were released.

“Susan do you mind if I suck on your tits for a while they look very tasty” John asked.

“No I don’t mind. Do whatever you want, John, I belong to you” she lied.

John held a heavy round tit in each hand and began gently tugging and rubbing them together. He sucked on each nipple for several minutes until both nipples were hard. He moved up to her mouth and began kissing Susan passionately, almost frantically. As he sucked on her lips and tongue, she began to feel aroused. Her nipples were always a sensitive area, and her husband never spent enough time on them. John was a good kisser and it had been since high school since she had been French kissed so expertly.

“Susan now that I have sucked you, would you mind sucking me?” John asked as he dropped his pants to the floor. John was hung like a horse, a damned big horse with a thick, fat cock.

“I’ll try my best” she promised.

John made her lie flat on her back and straddled her face. Susan wrapped her hands around his cock and began licking and sucking on the head. She was no expert at oral sex. Her husband, Ron was a quiet, gentle man who loved her. They had tried it a few times and he knew she did not like it so he never pushed the issue. Every once in a while she would give him a few licks or a suck to get him hard but that was as far as it went.

Susan was unprepared when John grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her face. As his cock slid into her throat, she began coughing and gagging, but could not pull away. She could not breathe and began to pass out. She was scared she might die and began scratching and clawing at John’s arms. Just then he began shooting his load down her throat.

“Drink it, drink it all down you bitch!” John screamed.

As John’s hot, slimy cum slid down her throat she began to get sick. He then scooted up even higher and squatted over her face.

“Clean daddy’s asshole, baby girl. I need your tongue up my butt. Do you mind, honey?”

Susan was in shock, how could this be happening to her. She wanted to fight, to scream her refusal to degrade herself for this asshole…but what would happen to Jenny if she did? She had to be strong for Jenny.

“I will do anything for you master, ” she mumbled as hot tears streamed down her face. She spread John’s cheeks apart and stuck her face up, up, way up his butt; and began to lick his asshole clean.

When she finished, his rank smell and the bitter taste of dried shit overcame her and she grabbed the bucket of chicken and spewed chunks all over it.

“That was really disgusting Susan, and I sure as hell don’t appreciate you scratching me. Any more defiance and we are through. Now let’s get your pants off and spread your legs, I want to play with your pussy before I fuck you.” This was it the ultimate betrayal to her husband. They had been college sweethearts. She had never cheated on him, and they were both virgins when they met. She had been proud of the fact that Ron WAS SEX to her and she to him. If things had gone the way they should have, neither of them would ever have had anyone else. John was about to take that away from them.

“Open up for me Susan, I want a taste of your pussy. That’s it…wider, wider. Now ask me nicely to suck your clit.

“Please, oh god please, please…”

“Well that was very nice Susan, although you don’t have to call me God, Master is just fine,” John chuckled as he began licking, biting and slurping Susan’s nearly dry cunt. Slowly her juices began to flow and Susan was embarrassed by her body’s betrayal. Her moans became louder and a fine sheen of sweat broke out all over her tight, taut, tender body as a small orgasm escaped her pussy lips. A stream of female fuck fluid dribbled on John’s face. This was what he had been waiting for. He laughed as he wiped it onto his fingers and licked them one by one.

“Mmmm, Mmm, you sure are one hot and tasty little bitch. Damn, girl, I’m supposed to be raping you, It is not a rape if you are enjoying yourself this much. Admit it, your husband must have one itsy, bitsy, teenie weenie. Maybe he is secretly gay. He sure has not been giving you what you need. You are responding to me like an old lover, because you–need–ME. Your body is begging to be sucked, and licked and fucked by a real man. It is time, you filthy little cum slut, tell me that you love me and ask me to fuck you. I want to see you piss away your wedding vows for me. If you don’t bore me maybe, just maybe I’ll give you a nice hard dick up your sweet little ass.”

John chuckled as he squeezed and played with Susan’s ass cheeks and flicked at her clit with his finger. Susan was a sobbing mess by now. She had curled into a fetal position on the bed and tried to shut him out. She loved her daughter very much. She had sucked John’s cock, allowed him to molest her body, and had even licked his nasty ass. But this was too much. His cruel taunts about the man she loved were just too much. She could not stand to betray her husband. She could not tolerate this vile piece of shit thinking that she preferred him over Ron. Susan did not think about it, it was instinctual, a gut level response that spilled out of her lips.

“Get your fucking hands off me right now!” she shrieked.

John stopped lining his dick up to fuck her. He had a stunned look on his face. Susan was crying almost hysterical.

“Do you know what you are saying, do you want us to fuck your daughter instead of you?!” John asked in disbelief.

Susan was sobbing uncontrollably now It was like another person was speaking, “I don’t care, just leave me alone! I want to go home. I do not want your filthy cock inside of me, my husband deserves better. No one fucks me but Ron… EVER!”

John shook his head and laughed, “OK, you win Susan. I’ll stop. You know me and Bob have raped a lot of women. When it is Bob’s turn we kidnap little girls, when it is my turn we take Mothers and their kids. We have been doing this for years. You are the first mother who has ever betrayed her daughter. You are one sick bitch. I am going to need some time to think this over. Good night, Susan,” John left Susan on the floor crying next to a bucket of vomit covered chicken and a half empty bottle of soda.

The next morning, Bob and John entered the room. Susan was allowed to use the bathroom and shower. She was fed and her clothes were cleaned. She could not bring herself to look at John, and the thoughts of what Bob may have already done to poor Jenny threatened to snap her fragile hold on reality.

“Susan, Bob and I have talked it over and I have decided to give you a choice. You may go home right now. Bob will return Jenny when he is through fucking her cunt, ass, mouth etc. Jenny looks enough like you that I may make an exception and join in too. Imagine my big cock ramming down your daughter’s tiny throat while she screams, and begs for mercy. Imagine her expression when we tell her that mommy could have saved her, but chose not to. We could do it that way, or you could help us. Convince your daughter that fucking and sucking two total strangers is a normal and necessary part of being a woman. In fact I will expect you to suck her tits while I fuck her mouth and Bob cums in her ass. Afterwards you can clean his cum out of her butt with your tongue and lubricate her pussy before I rip her young snatch apart. The choice is yours.”

Susan was broken and humiliated. This was her chance to save Jenny’s life. Maybe she could lessen the horror of what was about to happen to her daughter. She certainly had to try. In a small voice she said, “I will do what I can.”

Bob returned in a few minutes with Jenny.

“Mommy Mommy I was so scared” she cried as she rushed into her mother’s arms.

“Shh baby don’t worry mommy is here now. You don’t have to be scared of these men. They are Sex doctors. Now that you have begun having your period, it is time to show you how to have sex so when you are married you will know what to do.”

“Mama I am just a little girl I don’t want to have sex yet, and certainly not with these mean old men,” Jenny protested. Susan smacked her face and said, “You apologize to the Doctors right this minute, young lady. Take your clothes off, spread your legs and open your mouth. Jenny was crying as she did it but said, “yes ma’am” after all Mama knows what is best, and would never hurt her.

Susan wondered what it would be like to suck her daughter’s asshole and pussy. Unconsciously she began rubbing her clit. When Bob entered Jenny’s young tender ass, Susan rubbed herself even harder. When John began feeding Jenny his monster cock, she felt a warm tingle begin to spread over her body. Looking at her daughter choke on that beef pole was a strange sensation. How would it feel to lick that retard’s hot, creamy load out of her baby’s butt?

“Just hold on Jenny, Mommy is cumming!”

“Strip, slut, get those clothes off and suck my meat!” I growled at her.

“Please sir, don’t do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo–ow!” she shrieked and spit.

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn’t strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.

“Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down. Don’t be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm.”

She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat…but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.

Wait, I’m not really explaining this very well. I guess it’s a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years. I tried to make our marriage work.

Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me… not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.

Then it happened.

She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want; to a man she did not really love.

Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but…I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.

Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan’s twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk–to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccessible.

After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.

Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.

In fact Beth was a rape-slut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her–to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be waiting if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.

We had gotten very drunk on New Year’s Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slut pics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I’m proud of her.

That’s where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnancy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.

Heh.

What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.

It’s called a “Sugar Cube CMOS”, and only costs about $90. I bought six - three for my bedroom, and three for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It’s about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.

When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed.

The picture wasn’t perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slut pics of herself to get out–no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion, and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.

Again.

I have a casual friend who worked with Susan’s Firm.

“So, Ron, how’s my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She’s not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son.”

“Well…you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she’s under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed.”

Perfect, the time was perfect.

Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman. I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her–to raping her. That’s where you came in.

Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn’t treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hated to be bitched at by a woman. It’s just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately.

So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut loved it. But…there was arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, and to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.

We’d see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.

I don’t know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth’s handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.

“Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too,” she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.

Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad. Heh.

“No blindfold for you, slut, I want you to see this coming.” I reached in the drawer and pulled out the scissors. Beth’s eyes got round and wide as she saw them.

“You are MINE whore. You need to learn your place. The only person you need to look good for is ME. “

I began to cut long, thick strips of Beth’s hair. After the first cut she was bucking wildly trying to throw me off. But I straddled her firmly.

“John….stop, sssSTOP!! What are you doing, that’s not funny. Don’t cut my hair!”

“Schniip, snip, sknip, vain little rape slut. You don’t tell me what to do. You may beg, you can PLEAD, but I will do anything I want to you. Say it, say that it is ok for me to cut you bald. I want to hear you say the words. No? NO??! Fine then if you have nothing nice to say, you will say nothing at all!”

I took a thick strand of Beth’s hair and slowly cut it away from her scalp. Then I held it up to her eyes, and shoved it in her mouth. Next I snipped another smaller chunk and shoved it in her pussy. There was hair all over the bed now and I spread her natural silk on her naked, very sensitive body.

“How does that feel, cunt? I’m going to fuck you now, I’m gonna fuck your hair filled hole and cum inside of you. Then I’m gonna pull that stringy, cum covered hair out and make you lick it clean. “

Beth was gagging on the hair in her mouth so bad I was afraid she would throw up, so I removed it.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Better, better slut better,” I growled as I slid into her pussy. It felt amazing, her thick, rich hair caressed my cock lovingly. It’s silky strands stimulated and tickled me. I felt it all around me as I banged into her hard and fast. Her tits were shaking wildly, and for the first time in a very long time she was sobbing.

“I don’t have a choice do I? You have me, I can’t stop you. Sniffle. Ok. Do it, DO IT shave me bald, cut it all off!! Anything you want to do,” she whimpered as she wrapped her legs around my back. It was too much, I felt my cum erupt and splatter inside of her.

“Arrrghhh! You fucking cunt hole, you made me cum. I wanted to wait longer,” I accused her lovingly. Then I pulled out of her and several strands were wrapped around my cock. Wet sticky strands. I reached inside and felt the thick plug of cummy hair and slowly stretched it down her leg. I wrapped her snug in my arms and said, “Such a good girl, such a very good slut.” before kissing her gently for several minutes.

“I was really scared John, you really scared me. I can’t believe you did this.” Her hair was a mess, a short, uneven jagged mess. Her hair would be much thinner, and a few patches were quite bald underneath…but with a good stylist…who knows?

“Beside she can always use extensions, or a wig until it grows back in.” I did not usually cuddle with Beth. But tonight she needed the extra comforting. I thought of something that would make her happy.

“I’m going to rape my wife soon. I can use her pics to make her agree to rough, raw, sex. You like being raped, don’tcha? You made me very happy with your obedience tonight. I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good slut. I’m going to let you help rape my wife.” I looked down into Beth’s lust filled eyes and smiled.

She had been raped hundreds of times in her life. But she had never been with another woman, and she had never been the rapist. She seemed truly touched, and tears welled in her eyes.

“John don’t take this the wrong way…would you mind if I sometimes call you Daddy J? Um or Master” she could not meet my eyes as she made her humble request.

She just nestled into me deeper, and held her breath. Beth was asking if I wanted to own her. She would be my property, my slave. Not my Girlfriend, or my lady–she wanted to be a thing that I abused and fuck. But I realized that I was committing myself to her–that I would have responsibilities. I would never love her in a romantic way, like I did my wife. But she pleased me, and made me smile.

“You are my property, I own you. It is your right to call me Master. I will take care of you. Always,” my voice rumbled deeply as I claimed her as my Forever Slut.

I decided to call Susan the next day to work out the specifics of sex with my wife. I know she was my EX, but that’s not how I thought of her. Susan would always be my wife.

“John why are you calling, I don’t have time for you today. Well? Spit it out!” she barked.

“I need to see you. It’s urgent. Can you stop by around 6? Oh and Susie, wear something nice.”

That’s what I had said just before I made love to her 8 months ago.

“Uh…? Oh-k I’ll be there.”

My punctual wife rang the doorbell at 1 minute to six. She was big on 1 minute tills.

I had not seen her for several weeks. She looked like she was about to pop. Her large breasts were huge, and her tight flat belly was distended and round, and the perfect ass she was so proud of was layered in padded flab. She simply glowed, everywhere except her eyes. I invited her inside and sat her down in a chair.

“John…why am I here? I don’t like being around you, YOU know that,” she bitched at me. I did not say a word. I simply handed her a large manila envelope. She must have felt the Deja Vu. I certainly did. This is exactly how I negotiated last time.

Susan began to shake her head in disbelief. She KNEW what was in that envelope even before she looked.

“I have Video Cameras in my room and I never deleted the second set of pics,” I said simply with the beginnings of a sheepish grin.

“John, please god what is wrong with you. Why are you doing this to me? What do you want this time? Money? What then…Oh my god NOOO! John NO! I’m pregnant, I’m fat and ugly why would you do this?” she cried in shock.

Why? The answer was simple.

“You have always been beautiful to me, you always WILL be. Do you think I would love you less because you are having my baby? I want you back. I want us to be married again. I want my son to be in a home with both of his parents. I’ve missed you. If I release these photos and video you will never make partner. You will lose millions of dollars in salary bonuses, stock options etc. Your dad has already had a heart attack. What do you think would happen if he got pics of you naked and slutty, or a video taking it up the ass? What would it do to your sweet, virginal, ultra religious mother?”

Beth looked frantic, trying desperately to find a way out, but there was none.

“John you can’t be serious. Having sex again would be horrible, I think I’m gonna puke but…well…what can I do? But marriage? To You? I’d rather be dead.” she declared.

“You’ve only considered one side of this. Beth what would it do to your career, if you were remarried to your husband of 6 years, a stay at home dad, who could care for the baby? You’d be stable, partner material, could devote full time to the firm. The sex is definitely going to happen, often, regular, wild kinky, rapey sex. Why not reap the rewards too?”

I know that Susan was close to her breaking point. If I pushed too hard too fast she might do something stupid like tell someone else what I was doing to her. I had to be smart about this. I neeed to seduce her. It wasn’t like before. I was receiving regular, satisfying sex from Beth now. I could afford to be patient.

“Come here baby, I don’t want to scare you. Susan you are the mother of my child. You belong with me. Stay. It’s a 3 day weekend. Let me take care of you. I still love you. I need to know that you are safe. I promise no sex until after the baby comes. Unless you ask me for it,” I said as I pulled my wife up and into my lap, and just held her.

She was so tense at first, scared I guess. As the minutes ticked by and she realized I would not rape her tonight she slowly relaxed in my arms. “John…let me up. I have to go to the bathroom.” I did and she went down the hall and closed the door. I followed her, counted to ten and walked in.

“What are you doing, please leave” she demanded as she blocked my view of her wet cunt.

“Why would I do that? I love seeing your pussy, you know that. I promised you no sex, but I still plan to enjoy your body, you still belong to me. “

I walked over to her sitting on the toilet and leaned down for a quick kiss. I smiled at her and said, “Leave your clothes in here when you are done. You won’t need them for the rest of the weekend.” Then I left the room.

5 minutes later she came out wearing a maternity bra and granny panties.

Close, but no cigar.

“Susan, come here, I said in a stern, slightly pissed tone. Then I realized what her problem was– she was embarrassed about her body. The way she was standing, the fact that she had her arms folded against her belly, instead of her breasts or pussy. She was ashamed to let me see how fat her tummy was. Susan had always been proud of her flat, taught, tight tummy and juicy round ass. The milk in her breasts made them spread, and sag slightly.

She was blushing.

When she came over to me, I positioned her in front of me. I grabbed her hands and made her feel my rock hard cock. I was so aroused I wanted to make love to my wife right then. My sweet, shy, pregnant wife was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her eyes got wide when she felt how hard I was for her, she seemed genuinely surprised. I got on my knees in front of her and grabbed her ass in both hands as I began to kiss and lick her sweet belly.

“Don’t you move, stay right there and let me have you. Damn it! Stop moving, NOW!” I said as I hugged her to me hard.

After several minutes of belly worship, I stood up and looked down at her.

“Take my pants off Susan. DO it.”

She obeyed.

Then I spun her and removed her bra. She let out a loud gasp and tried to cover up. I let her for a second.

“Now I want those panties off, and you can come sit with me on the couch. Don’t think about it, don’t speak, just obey me.” Susan knew from experience how much worse things could be, that I was being nice to her.

She took a deep breath and removed her panties. I sat down on the couch and patted my lap for her to join me. She started crying then.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“If I sit on your lap you’re going to fuck me. If I don’t, you will rape me anyway. I can’t even fight because I’m scared we’ll hurt the baby.”

“Your right Susan, you are helpless. I can do anything I want and you can’t stop me. But I made you a promise and I will try to keep it. My cock will not enter your mouth, pussy, or ass–unless you ask. I will fondle and cuddle you, and I don’t see how I can help kissing you some. But I will try to control myself. I won’t hurt you this time, I promise little baby. Susan sat in my lap after a few seconds, naked and plump and warm. I kissed her neck a little and held her close but that’s all.

“So tell me about your life, how has the partner hunt been going?”

“Are you making fun of me John? Are you serious? You never wanted to know before?”

I gave my wife a little squeeze and said, “It’s going to be different this time. I want to know everything about you. I missed having you in my life baby. I need you to know that I will never take you for granted again.”

It’s weird, but I realized that part of what I said was completely true. I wanted her back in my life. I would rape her if had to, coerce her, and blackmail her if I must, but what I really wanted was to seduce her to make her love me. I wanted Susan to willingly become my slut. I had loved this woman for close to a decade and by god I would have her.

We sat there that night, talking, getting to know each other again. She told me about work, which bosses were unfair, office gossip etc. I told her about movies I had seen, books I read while we snuggled on the couch. I kissed her softly sometimes. Just lingering pecks really, no tongue. She always stiffened up…but she stopped saying no. She stopped jerking her head away. She did not like it, but accepted that I needed to kiss her sometimes.

She fell asleep next to me, naked on the couch. I wanted her in my bed, but decided to wait.

I woke up to a lovely site. My wife was snuggled up in a ball next to me, and she was leaking milk in her sleep. I turned the video cameras on and got on the floor in front of the couch. At first I just lightly lapped up the milk trails. It tasted like warm sweet cream, like melted butter. I needed more. I decided that a trickly trail was nice…but I wanted a drink right from the faucet. I fastened my lips to her right nipple and began to milk her with my hands, squeezing gently. It was so different this way, I was getting a mouthful of warm milk at each squeeze.

“Hmmm, huh? What’re you doing? JOHN, NO! Let go of me!” she wailed.

“You were dripping baby, sweet milk was oozing out of you. You were wasting it. Well we can’t have that! I’m just going to relieve the pressure, I’m gonna milk you all day Susan. Give me that nipple baby, your tits taste so sweet”

15 minutes later my wife was completely dry. Susan was clearly shaken by what had happened. I think part of her was also aroused. She kept glancing down at my bouncing cock. I stood up and pulled her to her feet.

“I need a real kiss after that. Please baby.” Susan did not resist as I began to kiss her deeply for the first time in a long time. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and clutched her to me.

I kept whispering, “I love you, I love you,” over and over into her open mouth.

I almost did it then. I almost broke my promise and fucked her. I could just see my cock sliding into her, the look on her face when I claimed her again.

She looked so nervous, unsure of what was happening. She was teetering on the edge of uncertainty. Her body was starting to respond to me, but her mind refused to let her because of the blackmail and previous rapes. I realize that if I forced her to make love to me now, she never really would. I gently pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Long and slow and wet.

“You are mine Susan, you are my woman. You make me happy little one. Relax baby, if you need a little more time we can wait. “

Susan was genuinely surprised that I kept my word. She knew how bad I wanted her, but I gave in to her wishes. She did not expect that.

I fell in love with my wife all over again that weekend. I also fell in love with her milk. I enjoyed it warm and sweet from her breasts, but I also developed a taste for it ice cold. I brought Susan a breast pump and gave her my orders. Did you know you can freeze milk? I planned to have a life time supply of Susan’s creamy juice. I figured four or five years of nursing my son, and me milking her and I’d be set. I purchased a very large second freezer and planned to fill it with gallon size jugs of breast milk.

The first few bottles of ice cold breast milk just sent chills through me. It was intoxicating to be able to open my refrigerator and pull out a cold one….Mmm. To be able to watch TV, or surf the net while sipping on Susan’s milk was erotic and quite satisfying. A warm mouthful at a time from the nipple was great but…to be able to gulp it, to let it coat my throat as I chugged a 24 oz glass down was amazing! I loved drinking it in front of someone. I’d just be standing there having a glass of my wife’s breast milk, or having it with a bowl of cereal while I talked to neighbors and friends. My favorite was to drink it in front of her.

“Susan go to the fridge and get me a glass of cream.”

She always blushed and sighed but she was becoming more obedient. Our long weekend had turned into a weird arrangement. Our relationship was still strained but there were flashes of love. Susan slept over almost every night. She’d often come straight from work and we would talk about her day. It became, if not natural, accepted that I would kiss her hello, and rub her tired aching (Pregnant) feet. She was still uncomfortable but she no longer argued when I asked to suck her milk from the nipple, or wanted a short cuddle in the shower with her.

I stopped seeing Beth for the most part while I tried to woo my wife back. Oh I slipped a couple of times and got a quickie rape in but nothing major. I felt bad for her. It must have hurt to know she was my second choice. She seemed angry but knew better than to bitch. Susan was my wife and she was just a slut that I like to fuck.

I sat my wife down the week before her due date and had a heart to heart.

“Susan, I’ve waited almost 3 weeks. We are running out of time baby. I want us to be remarried before our child is born. You know I don’t want to use the pictures, really I don’t. It’s just that…I love you and I WILL have you. You are my wife and it’s time we made it official. We both know I don’t want to use the pics but….Susan, I will if you give me no other choice. What do you say? I love you very much, will you marry me - again?”

Susan could not bring herself to meet my eyes. She looked so sad. Then in a small, quiet voice she said, “Ok. After all what choice do I have?”

We were married 3 days later in front of her parents and a handful of friends.

Our honeymoon was spent at home. I promised to take her someplace nice on our Anniversary. That night I stripped my bride and began to lick her tummy the way she liked.

“C’mon baby, I need your cunt now. You can give me something to drink later, but right now I want to “Eat”,” I said as I munched and nibbled her tasty pussy. Her belly was pressing tight against my nose and hanging over the top of my head. She could not lift her legs into the correct position. It was hard work making her cum. I must have been down there for 45 minutes. Her juices tasted different, saltier somehow, with a sharp tang. I guess it was all the hormones coursing through her. When she finally came it was worth it.

“Aw god John, it’s happening, I’m cumming, yer making me CUMMmmm!” my wife explained as a river of juicy cream gushed out of her cunt in waves. It wasn’t exactly squirting. I’d call it “flowing”.

She was still moaning and shaking when I straddled her. I decided to wait a little longer to fuck her cunt. I just did not want to risk injuring our son. I had asked the Doctor, and she said there was less than a 20% chance of hurting him. Fuck that, I’d wait.

Since I started milking Susan there was something I always wanted to try. I laid my cock between the pillows of her ample breasts, and begin to fuck her.

“Open your mouth baby. Suck my tip when it gets close.”

Reluctantly she did so, licking and flicking it lightly. I grabbed her breasts while we made love, and squeezed gently. Milk began to squirt all over my groin and cock. I fucked my milk covered dick into her mouth deeply. She had never been willing to drink breast milk with me, saying that was “Too gross.”

She struggled and tried to push me off. I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted to slam my cock all the way down to the bottom of her throat to make her gag; on cock, and cum and milk–to blow it out her pretty little nose.

But I didn’t quite do that, I felt her make a retching noise a few time, so I eased out and let her breathe before slamming down again. Maybe it was the warm milk splashing my cock and balls but my orgasm surprised me. I thought I had another minute maybe two.

Wrong.

Usually I can control it, postpone it. I felt my balls clench and it felt like they emptied all at once.

“Oh fuck, oh fuuuck me!” I bellowed as it poured out of me. Suddenly Susan started gasping and jerking, and screamed aloud.

I looked down and the bed was sopping wet, completely soaked. At first I thought she had cum real hard. Then I believed she had pissed herself. Finally I realized the truth. Her water had broken.

EPILOGUE

I had a 7lb 5oz baby boy. Susan had to deliver by C section. I secretly was kind of glad that her tight little pussy would stay tight. As I looked at her I could not help but think how we had come full circle, how familiar it all felt. We met, dated, and fell in love. Then we got pregnant, miscarried and eventually divorce. Once again we were in love, pregnant, married and now, FINALLY had a son together.

When we got home in 3 days, there was a manila envelope stuck in the door. It was addressed to Susan’s law firm. We both felt the shock of Deja Vu, and Susan looked at me accusingly, like I had betrayed her. The envelope only had 5 pics but one was of Susan spread wide with all for “Paws” in the air. Another was of her plugged with beer bottles in her ass, pussy and mouth. I recognized this set. This was the small “Greatest Hits” of pics I carried with me sometimes. I was always afraid Susan would find the pics and videos I left in the house or on the computer. It was unlikely…but I wanted a hardcopy she could not get her hands on. About a month ago, I took these 5 pics and put them in a safety deposit box. The pics in my hand were clearly copies, but you could see that it was Susan. Somehow, someone had gotten hold of them.

I had a pretty good idea who. A note was attached that said:

You said you would be my master, my sweet Daddy J. I thought you loved me. You said you would always take care of me. It’s not your fault, I know that. It’s HERS. Fucking, frigid Catholic whore. I HATE her. She does not even treat you right.

That’s why I’m going to destroy her. I found some of her slutty little pictures in your things. I’m going to ruin her, end her career. Maybe then, when you see how pathetic she is you won’t want her. Hmm, maybe if you see her bald? Can’t you just picture her head naked and shiny, warm, and smooth– her eyebrows gone! But first…master you said I could rape her, teach her to know her place. I can’t wait to break her.

I’m coming to get YOU Bitch.

Congratulations on the new baby, great career and perfect man.

See Ya real soon,

Beth

Susan was sobbing openly, shaking in fear. “What are we going to do? She’ll do it, John. Your little tramp is going to ruin all my hard work. What am I going to do?!!”

I was surprised too. Susan had one thing going for her. Me. We were married now. I would get half of her earnings, even if we divorced. No way was I losing out on millions of dollars she would make in her career as a Partner. No fucking way.

Still…well I have to admit the idea of Beth and Susan together excited me. The thought of Beth RAPING my Susan, while I watched was very sexy. I realized all I had to do was stop Beth from releasing the pictures. I could use them to get both women whenever I wanted, and half of Susan’s earnings.

I pulled my wife into my arms and kissed her softly.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I can’t see any way out of it. You’re going to have to do it. You’re going to have to give this woman permission to rape you. Be prepared she is kind of wild. She likes hardcore anal, and will want to hurt you, humiliate you. Don’t worry I’ll be there. I do have some influence over her. Just let her have you, let her have you any way she wants to. Obey her like a humble slut and it will be all right. Trust me. “

Susan was about to have a really bad night. Again.

“John I am sorry you had to find out this way, but maybe it is for the best. Our marriage does not excite me any more. I think it is time we both moved on while we can still be friends.”

John wanted to beat that tone out of her voice, to teach her just what kind of friend he could be, but he was too hurt emotionally, too weak from his wife’s unexpected betrayal to give her the beating they both knew she so richly deserved. So he just stood there like an impotent, spineless, de-dicked, pussy-whipped fool and cried for the woman that he loved, and the marriage that was lost.

Tears don’t last forever, and when they were spent John was able to concentrate on revenge. Susan’s lawyer wasted no time contacting him to begin divorce proceedings. John made good money as a senior computer technician in a large pharmaceutical company. He had been with them since he was 19 and participated in their aggressive 401 k, ESOP and ESPP plans. John was now 36 and had over $350,000 in assets. Susan and her lawyer wanted half. There was no way he was going to let her fuck him again.

So the war began.

Susan demanded $2,000 a month in alimony and child support. John’s lawyer countered with $0 in alimony and a petition for sole custody of their 15 year old daughter Jennifer. The look of terror on Susan’s face at the thought of losing her only child almost made John giddy with anticipation and revenge. Taking Jennifer away would break Susan. It was the cruelest blow he could strike. It was the most evil thing John had ever conceived.

It was an evenly matched custody fight to start; but once the Judge ruled that John would only pay Alimony for 6 months, that Susan would receive 1/3 of his 401 plan when he RETIRED, Susan’s position began to weaken. She had not finished college, and had not held a full time job in her life. John’s job allowed him to do much of his work from home. He only had to go in to the office two days a week, and for meetings or emergencies. The judge asked Jennifer who she would prefer to live with. While she clearly loved both of her parents very much, it was also clear that she was hurt, betrayed and very angry at her mother’s slutty behavior. After reviewing the case for several days the Judge decided that “awarding sole custody of the minor Jennifer Pressman to her father John Pressman was in the best interests of the child.”

The scream that Susan let out was one of complete despair, and absolute denial.

“Noooo! Please don’t take my daughter from me, anything but that. John I’ll come back to you, we can go in to counseling, I am sorry, my God don’t take my baby from me”, she babbled.

No one could blame John if he felt sorry for her now that it was over. Despite what had happened this battered, sobbing creature had been his lover, partner and best friend for 16 years. To feel some remorse would be natural, to have some lingering goodwill despite all of the vicious and hurtful attacks of the past several months of hell would be a sign that one day John could forgive her and maybe even salvage a measure of friendship. He crossed the courtroom and held Susan in his arms. She fit snugly against his body and leaned into him as they had done a thousand times in the past. He gently stroked her hair and smiled down at his wife. He kissed her softly on the cheek and tasted her salty, heartfelt tears. He gazed deeply into her beautiful face and for a moment they were both oblivious to their surroundings, to the lawyers, and bailiffs, to the Judge and Court Reporter, and even to the smiling tearstained face of their daughter.

John leaned even closer to her and said, “I am going to fuck our daughter Susan, I will make her my sex slut. I am going to bury my face in her cunt and nibble on her clit. I will train her to suck my dick and like it, no, to NEED it. If she is a slut like you she will love living with her daddy. If she is not then I am going to rape our little girl, I am going to break her, to hurt her the way I want to hurt you. Every time I fuck her ass I will tell her that it is your fault. Every time I beat her juicy little butt I will tell her that it is because of you.

Your precious daughter is going to hate you Susan. There is nothing that you can do about it. Fuck you and die.”

John said all of this in a quiet tone that only Susan could hear, he said it while he continued to pat her lovingly, consolingly. Susan listened in stunned horror. She did not move or even breathe while he spoke. When he finished John put his arms around Jennifer and smiled a vicious little grin at Susan as they left the courtroom. Susan took a deep breath and collapsed.

John began seducing his daughter that very night. As soon as they got home he went to his room and asked to be left alone. He knew Jennifer would be worried by this, and sure enough it was not 10 minutes before she knocked on his door to check on him. Jennifer had never seen her strong, proud father cry before. When she entered his room he was curled up in the fetal position, and sobbing.

“Oh daddy” she cried as she ran to comfort him. John sat up on the edge of the bed dressed only in his underwear. Jen wrapped her arms around him and stood between his legs. Her father clutched her to him and cried into her soft, round breasts. John appeared to be innocently accepting his daughter’s caress but in reality he was rubbing his face into Jennifer’s nipples. Occasionally he licked her through her shirt. His hands were lightly cupping his daughter’s hard, round ass.

“I loved her so much and now she is gone, I have lost everything. Your mother is the only woman I have ever loved. I have been so lonely without her. I am sorry baby but I don’t think I can bear to sleep in this bed without her, ALONE for another night.” John sobbed.

Jennifer was crying too now. Why had her mother done this, why was she such an unfaithful slut? She began to worry her father might do something to hurt himself.

“Don’t worry daddy you will always have me, I am your girl. I will sleep here with you tonight daddy so you won’t be alone. I still love you, even if mom doesn’t.”

John lay back as his daughter quickly removed her clothes and crawled into bed wearing only a bra and lace panties. She snuggled close to him, as he spooned her tightly. Soon they drifted off to sleep.

John woke up first. For a moment he was disoriented and thought it was Susan laying beside him, that it was Susan’s ass that his morning hard on was pressing against. For a moment he thought the past year had been a bad dream, and that he had his life back. But reality slowly settled over him, accompanied by the familiar feelings of rage at his wife’s betrayal and the compelling, consuming need to hurt her and keep hurting her; until she felt the kind of soul wrenching, gut crushing pain that he lived with every day since he discovered her and Ron. They had fucked in his house, in this very room, in this fucking bed.

A part of the kind, decent man he used to be was ashamed of what he planned to do to his only child. She deserved far better than this, she should have been allowed to keep her innocence, her naiveté, her trust in the purity of her father’s love. Sadly that kind, decent man was almost completely gone now and what remained was not strong enough to control his anger, slake his thirst for revenge, or defeat his lust for his sweet young daughter’s Susan-like body.

John reached over and put Jennifer’s small, soft hand in his briefs. His cock quickly grew to its full 8.5 inches. Then he gently nudged his 15 year old daughter awake.

“Good morning da… Oh what have I done, Daddy I am sorry I didn’t mean to touch you there!” she exclaimed as she tried to remove her hand from her father’s penis. John did not let her.

“Honey, it’s ok I do not mind you holding my penis. Jen it is only natural that you would be curious about sex. I know we have talked about the basics but have you actually felt or seen a man’s penis before?” John asked her.

“No dad of course not!”. John smiled as he held Jennifer’s hand tight against his cock. He wanted to shoot a load on her tiny, warm fingers, and watch her play with his spunk, but he managed to control himself.

“I think it is important that you are comfortable with your body, and understand how adult sex really should be. Most fathers teach their daughters how to have sex AFTER they teach them how to drive; but you have been forced to grow up very quickly in the last year, and are no longer a little girl, so I am going to let you start having sex a little earlier than your friends. After all you are the woman of the house now. I will be expecting a lot out of you, it is only fair that you get to enjoy the good stuff too. You will no longer have a curfew, you may drink and use drugs in moderation if you decide to, and I will be giving you your own credit cards to spend as you see fit. Mom cannot afford to make the payments on the Miata so when you turn sixteen next month it is all yours. How does that sound?”

Jennifer could not believe her ears, she really was a woman now. Her friends were going to be so jealous.

“It sounds great Dad…but I am just not sure about the sex part. You mean you will be having real sex with me… all the way?” she stumbled.

John tousled her hair and said, “Of course I will be fucking you, kiddo. I am looking forward to it. Tell you what I’ll make you a promise we will try it 3 times. If you decide that you do not like sex, and want to go back to being a child with no credit cards, no car, and a 9 pm curfew you can. Is it a deal?”

Jennifer thought for a moment and said, “Ok, daddy”.

John smiled and said, “Let’s get started. For this first time I am going to do most of the work. It is important that the man prepare the woman for sex. I am going to teach you how to kiss, and then I’ll suck on your tits and taste your girl juices before I fuck you. Just relax and enjoy it. If you have any questions just let me know. “

John pulled his daughter close to him and began to softly kiss her neck and lips. He waited until she was comfortable and started kissing him back before he began sucking on her pouty lips and licking her teeth and tongue. As the young girl’s kisses became more passionate, more demanding John deep Frenched her. This went on for some time.

Next John unhooked Jennifer’s bra and peeled it off.

“Oh Jen look at how beautiful your tits are!” John said, as he reached out and began gently massaging his little girl’s soft, barbell shaped breasts. Jennifer’s breathing became ragged as he teased her long pink nipples erect. Her moans grew louder as he licked, nipped and sucked her breasts for the next 10 minutes. John slowly licked and kissed his way down Jennifer’s flat stomach, stopping briefly to suck her outie belly button stub.

“Daddy what are you going to do to me down there?” she asked as John slowly peeled her pink panties off her ass.

“I am going to taste your pussy juice and then make you cum, Jen. I want you to be extra juicy when I fuck you for the first time. Jennifer did not like the idea of spreading her legs apart for her daddy. The look on his face as he sniffed her pussy was strange almost, dangerous.

“Daddy I think maybe we should stop, I don’t want to do this,” she said as she clamped her legs together.

“Nonsense we had a deal honey, we can’t stop now,” John replied as he forced his daughter’s legs apart, buried his face in her cunt, and began to eat. At first Jennifer tried to stop him, but she quickly realized that it was hopeless. She was no where near strong enough to stop her muscular father. As he continued sucking her pussy lips, and rubbing her clit the young girl felt an odd tightness deep in her belly.

“You are so wet honey, god you are just like your mom. She always had a sloppy cunt. You taste much sweeter than she did. Here have a lick,” John said as he dipped two fingers into Jennifer’s pussy and scooped some of her cum cream out. He then rubbed it on her lips. As John continued plunging his tongue in, out, and around his daughter’s virgin cunt; she began to hump his face, to grind her pussy in to her daddy. Finally her hands came down and locked around his head to make sure he did not stop.

“Daddy what is happening, something is wrong, my pussy is on fire, it feels so good don’t stop daddy, don’t stop!” she screamed. So of course he did.

“Now you are ready to be fucked like a good little cum slut. I am going to take your virginity and rip this tight, wet snatch wide open. It is going to hurt, Jen but if you are half the slut your mom is you’ll like this fat cock, stuffed way up your cunt.”

John pressed his thick cock head against his young daughter’s slippery pussy entrance. Her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. He could not believe how small, tender, and tight she felt as her pussy squeezed around his dick. He almost laughed from the sheer joy he felt as he ripped through her hymen, and heard her scream.

“Daddy please stop it hurts so much, I can’t take it you are too big for my little pussy. I don’t want you inside of me, please daddy, get off me!” she wailed. John pushed her arms over her head and began slurping her tits as he pounded harder and faster into her.

“Get used to it honey, you are my woman now, and I will fuck you as hard, and as long, and as often as I damn well feel like it. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy it bitch!” Jennifer could not believe her father was talking to her like this, she began to cry from pain and humiliation. John continued fucking her like an animal for another 5 minutes and then pulled out.

“You have a choice to make, so stop crying and listen. I don’t want to cum in your cunt and run the risk of getting you pregnant. Can’t give your mom and her lawyer proof that I raped you. So do you want me to cum in your mouth or in your ass?” John asked his daughter.

“Oh god no daddy can we please stop, I’ll do anything I don’t want that big thing in my ass, and I sure as hell don’t want to taste your nasty, slimy cum. Daddy I am your DAUGHTER, I am not a bitch, a slut, or a whore. Please daddy don’t you love me anymore? I know you hate mommy, but do you hate me too?”

John looked into his daughter’s tear streaked face and felt a stab of remorse. She did not deserve this, he DID love her.

“Oh honey, Daddy is so sorry that he hurt you, I did not mean to. Daddy will not ever come in your ass or in your mouth. I am going to stop raping, and fucking you and start making love to you the way a daddy should. If you decide later that you do not want to, I will never have sex with you again. I promise.”

With that John gently began stroking his daughter’s clit again. He softly kissed her and whispered loving, caring sounds in her ear. He reassured her of his love, and told her how good she made him feel, how much he needed her, and how proud he was to have such a beautiful daughter. Slowly he coaxed his daughter back to a state of arousal. When he put his penis back in this time John was patient and loving and after some time it paid off.

“I am cumming daddy, oh god I am cumming, your little girl is cumming!” That was enough to push John over the edge too and he began spurting warm, loving cum deep inside his daughter. He rested for a moment and then pulled out and began licking her sopping cunt and gently playing with Jennifer’s clit stub. He was able to trigger two more orgasms in his daughter before she drifted off to sleep content and happy, secure in her father’s love.

John was too pumped up to sleep. So he called Susan.

“Hi honey I just called to tell you that I have been offered a transfer to my company’s New York Division. So Jennifer and I may be moving soon. If you are free tonight why don’t you come over and we can all talk it over” John lied.

“New York that’s 3,000 miles away you asshole, you’re damn right I want to talk it the fuck over. I would never get to see Jenny. I am coming over right now,” she bellowed, and hung up the phone.

John got Jennifer up, they enjoyed a shower together. Making love to Jenny under the hot water was amazing. He lifted her in the air and pounded her young cunt until she came all over him and screamed his name. John decided to save his cum and pulled out. He had a better use for it.

“I love you little baby, I love only you,” he said as he kissed his daughter and tenderly caressed her for a long time.

They dressed and had a light brunch. The doorbell rang. John took his daughter by the hand and they answered the door together.

“Hi Susan come on in.” John closed the door, turned and picked Jennifer up and began passionately kissing her. His daughter was surprised at first but then she got into it, wrapped her legs around her father’s waist and began sucking his tongue. John supported her with both hands under her ass, and he firmly pulled her cheeks apart and kneaded, and squeezed them. Susan looked at them in horror.

“You Son of a Bitch it has only been one day, you are fucking her after one day! John she is only a little girl, she is our daughter, how can you do this. I’ll kill you, you bastard! Jennifer, get away from him right now!” she shrieked.

“Mom he needs somebody to love him, he deserves it. Since you left, I guess it is up to me,” Jennifer explained.

John looked at his ex-wife and said, “Jennifer is not a little girl anymore, she is beautiful, sexy and an incredible lover. I will never give her up,” John said as he hugged his daughter close to him.

Susan began to cry as she realized the position she had put her daughter in. Jennifer was completely fooled, and obviously enjoyed the attention her father was lavishing on her. Susan knew what a skilled lover her husband was. When they first got married she had almost lost herself in him, she had to fight hard to maintain a sense of self. She had come very close to worshipping his thick, beefy cock. There was no way a 15 year old would be able to resist him alone. Her affair with Ron had been a mistake. She hadn’t even loved the lazy bastard. Now her baby daughter had to pay the price.

Susan did not know what had made her piss her marriage away but she had done it and there was no going back. Her life had been a miserable failure since that monumental fuck up.

First there were the several months of messy expensive legal battles. She was now working two minimum wage jobs to pay for her crappy apartment, and pay off her lawyer. She had dated several times but found nothing special.

Frankly the thin dicked, speed demon lovers she had found paled in comparison with the standard John had set. John hated her now; hated her bad enough that he would hurt their daughter to cause Susan pain. If John took her away under his sole influence, and control, eventually Jennifer’s life would be ruined.

“John, please, do not do this to me. I’ll do anything, but do not move to New York. I want to be involved in Jenny’s life. I am begging you,” Susan pleaded in a hoarse cracking voice as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

John’s eyes had an evil glint to them as he stared down at his once proud wife. They had come full circle. This was the position that he had found her with Ron in, when his life stopped making sense. He had done it, he had broken her.

“Let’s make a deal Susan. You can come back home, quit your pathetic little jobs and be a part of Jen’s life. Everyone will think that we have our perfect little family back. Everyone will be wrong. As far as I am concerned Jen is my wife now. You will be our servant, and cum slut.

You see I made Jen a promise that I would not fuck her tight little ass, or make her swallow my cock, or my cum. That will be your job. I will suck her tits, lick her pussy, and fuck her cunt over and over and over again, and will enjoy every minute of it. But you know how much I like to ram a tight ass, and cum down the back of your throat. Let’s face it you may have been a piss poor wife but you are a superior cocksucker and cum depository. Well what do you say?” John demanded.

Susan looked up at John and said in a humble quiet tone “I will do whatever you say my Master”.

John looked at his family and a feeling of peace and contentment settled over him. It had been a very long time since he had felt this good. As he pulled his daughter’s shorts and panties down he smiled at her in a loving, fatherly way and chuckled to himself. “It’s a wonderful life that I have and I am king of the world!” He was still laughing as he forced his wife to suck their daughter’s hot, dripping pussy while he stood behind Susan and fucked the living shit out of her ass. For him it was a wonderful life indeed. For Susan and Jennifer… well only time would tell.

{You may wish to See Rape Betrayal#2 a Sister Betrayed first. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel}

I’ve only raped one person in my life. It was really an accident, but that’s how I got the idea to rape my mother. Let’s be clear: My sister is a bitch. A cruel, condescending Mega-bitch. A few weeks ago she erased my Term Paper because I would not get off the phone when she ordered me to. I failed English, because of her. I decided that was the final, fucking straw. My plan was to drug her, take pics of her naked, and humiliate her in school by posting her pictures. It did not quite turn out the way I expected.

I kind of got worked up, taking pictures of her hot, wet naked body. I decided to experiment a little. I sucked her tits, licked her sweet pussy, played in her juicy fat ass. I got my pictures and was about to call it a day. I decided to rest my dick in her cunt–just to see what it felt like. I had no intention of fucking her, I was just curious. It was innocent really.

Unfortunately the drugs wore off, with my dick buried inside of my sister. She woke up. She was squirming, and wiggling and trying to buck me off.  All that writhing and gyrating underneath me… she basically fucked herself on my dick. It was no one’s fault; really, it was just a freak accident. However, Susan unleashed something inside of me.

She released a part of me that I had kept under tight control. I realized that I LIKED, raping my big sister. I ENJOYED taking her down a peg, breaking her, humiliating her, wiping that smug look off of her pretty face. I decided to let her earn back her pictures one fuck session at a time.

As I raped her ass that first time, something incredible happened. Susan accepted my right to her body. She realized how unfairly she had treated me and humbly apologized. It was so beautiful. To hear her sincere request for forgiveness through her tears, and fear while I viciously raped her ass–well it meant a lot to me. I held her close and forgave her.

I felt so close to her, I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I had my sister back, my best friend. The bitch was gone, the arrogant, condescending, nasty little bitch was dead (or so I thought).

One rape had fixed everything. That’s where I got the idea. Rape had worked so well on my sister Susan maybe it could work on my mom Beth. Nothing else had. I guess she was an ok mom but damn it if she was not a bitch of a wife. My dad was kind of like me, average to good looking, bright but not brilliant. He worked hard, got lucky and had a good job. He was not rich exactly, but was very comfortable. Grandma’s death had left him a lot of insurance money plus the sale of their house. We kept the summer home on the lake. Mom and Susan were a lot alike too. Both were beautiful, and looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Mom was 36 but looked like she was in her late 20s. My sister was 18 but looked 21 or 22. My sister was a loud obnoxious bitch. Mom was a cool sophisticated one. The kind of woman that made you feel small. She could cut you apart with her words, dissect you with a sneer. She was a strong woman, mentally and physically. She worked out rigorously and had taken self-defense classes. Dad loved her, worshipped her snobbish tight little ass, and those perfect mouth watering tits. I remember hearing the screams and giggles coming from behind my parent’s closed door during happier times, and seeing my dad sprouting a boner, just from looking at mom.

He’d pin her in the corner of the kitchen and lick and kiss and hug her, close to him. She’d pretend to be embarrassed but she had a self-satisfied smirk on her face, and I knew she loved it that her husband was in lust with her, in addition to being in love with her. For most of my life everything seemed perfect.

About two years ago things changed. Mom and dad were having these bitter, spiteful nasty arguments that lasted for hours. My sister spent more time with her new popular friends. Boys were calling all the time. My funny, attractive sister was now a big titted popular cheerleader.  

And I was alone.

I think mom stopped having sex with dad. This was a mistake. Mom was so mean dad spent more and more time at work, with his young friendly, eager to please Secretary Stacy. It was like she wanted dad to cheat. That was my so called, fucked up life, until I raped and blackmailed Susan. Suddenly I felt confident, happy, powerful and in charge.

Playing with my sister’s tits, sucking her sloppy cunt and raping her ass into humble submission was incredible. Over the last 3 weeks I have thoroughly fucked (ok raped) every inch of her. She is my slut and she knows it.  

Take last week for example. I was feeling horny, so I ordered Susan to ditch school and drive me home so we could fuck. Dad does not get home until after 8. Mom volunteers at the Red Cross and then goes to the gym for her workout every M, W, F. I could rape Susan for several hours, without interruption. I started in the car at school. I took the keys and said I was driving.

“Open your blouse; I need to see your tits Susie. Show them to me.”

“John please, God no, don’t do this, someone will see us!” she hissed in near panic.

I was just goofing around; I did not want us to get caught anymore than she did.

“Ok Susan, I’ll make a deal. I’ll play with your tits through your shirt for a while. Then I’ll play in your pussy where no one can see, deal sis?”

Susan still was not comfortable with the fact that I got to rape her anytime I wanted to. She was starting to resign herself to the fact she was my sex-kitten in private. But public displays were hard on her. I loved taking her 100 miles from our town and pretending she was my girlfriend for the day. She was so nervous, so scared we’d meet someone we knew. I loved it. We’d make out for hours; I fondled her and caressed her in public. I’d make the session last all day. Molesting my sister for the entire world to see, making her cum on my hand, on my cock, on my mouth. I LOVE the way my sister tastes.

For every sex session we had she got one picture back. This session began when I told her to get in the car and would not end until one of our parents got home. If she refused, it was a freebie, she did not get the picture, and I would rape her by force.  

Sometimes that was fun too.

I could fuck Susan anytime I wanted, but I had to be smart about it. For example I wasted a couple of early pics by getting horny and starting a session right before mom got home. Sure I’d get a speed-fuck and a quick feel out of it but that was all. Sometimes Susan would bait me into it. She’d walk around half naked at 6pm and try to get me to fuck her. If I did it was a session. If mom came home 5 minutes into it, too bad, I had to give up a picture.

As time went by, I got smart and no matter what she did I would not fuck her until I knew we’d be alone for a long period of time. I made sure she paid for teasing me. Susan hates anal rapes, after a couple of all day butt fucks she stopped being mean to me. Our love life at home was getting pretty good. She did not like it, or participate willingly but she knew she belonged to me and that I was within my rights to rape her. When she cooperated I became a little gentler. I’d lube her ass real good, and always made sure she came at least once. Home sex was good. But public sex was really hard on her. She was so afraid her friends would see that her life would be ruined.

As we sat in our school’s parking lot, she began to cry. I felt sorry and told her that I loved her, and that she was my beautiful good little girl. I pulled her into my lap and fondled her warm bottom, before pulling her panties down and flipping her skirt up. I asked her to trust me and lightly massaged and caressed her sparsely furred pussy lips.

Then a beautiful thing happened. Susan closed her eyes and gave herself to me. She stopped worrying, stopped complaining and shut the fuck up and just let me have her cunny. I gave her a nice slow orgasm in the front seat of her car. Periodically I licked her juice off my hand. Sometimes I made her do it, and then kissed and licked her sweet lips and tongue.

Occasionally she would whimper and moan a little. I think it was from pleasure but honestly, I did not really give a shit. I fondled my sister for 20 minutes as she lay submissive and pliant in my arms. I protected her and made sure no one could see what we were doing. Cars were nice…but now I wanted a bed. I wanted her naked, and spread, and to be completely honest, well I wanted her ass.

It was time to go home.

I know my relationship with Susan is kind of weird. She is my big sister and I guess my best friend. She is funny, smart and yes a mega bitch when she wants to be. She is also the only woman I have ever made love to. My sister IS SEX to me.

There are some days, certain times when I am in control of my feelings of love and lust for her. This was not one of those days. I needed Susan to be a total slut in love with, and greedy for my fat cock. That was the problem–she never was. Susan and I have had 12 fuck sessions so far. In almost every one I have fucked her pussy, ass, and usually came in her mouth. I always lick her pussy, and suck her clit and tits. It was important to me that I master her cunt, that I learn how she likes it, how to make her cum. By our 5th session I had.

Susan is a sweaty, sexy, cum-soaked mess when I finish with her. But something is still missing. She refuses to relax and enjoy herself. She won’t snuggle, or cuddle after. She hardly ever smiles, or gives me a friendly kiss hello. You’d think just once she would give me a freebie fuck. But NO!! It’s always about getting a picture, never just for fun or out of love. Susan makes me feel like a guy who is paying for sex, from a professional.

No matter how wild it is, how truly good the sex is, I guess I am a romantic. The sex is tainted, because it is purchased.  

I decided that I needed more from Susan. For some reason I was really horny that day. I was looking forward to several hours of sex time with my sister. I played with her all the way home from school. We made out hard at every traffic light, and my hand never left her pussy. Sometimes I rested it in her warm sticky kitty, content to just be close with her.

Occasionally I slipped a finger inside her to make sure she was juicing up. I massaged her clit until she began to wiggle and breathe heavy. I did not want her to cum yet, I just wanted her to be happy. Finally we pulled in our driveway and I stopped the car about 15 feet from the garage door. I took a deep breath and made Susan a deal.

“I’m looking forward to our time together this afternoon. I’m going to make you feel so good. I want us to try something a little different. I want you to get into it, to really have fun. Enjoy yourself Susan. Sometimes you look so sad, when we make love. Is it really that bad for you? You are my sister, and I don’t want to hurt you.

To show you how important you are to me, I will give you 3 pictures if you will be my willing fuck-slut today. Think about it sis that would take you to 15 pics, you’d be half done. One thing though, No holding back Suze, I need you real bad today. I’m going to fuck you pretty hard. I want to humiliate you a little. I’ll be just as mean and rapey as I always am but…I want you to like it, enjoy it and beg me for more. How about it sis? You are going to get raped any way; do you want to earn 3 pictures or only 1?”

Susan closed her eyes for a minute, and I thought she was going to cry. Her body started shaking, but she quickly regained control.

“Sure John for 3 pics I’ll smile while you rape me. I’ll be your slut while you violate me, while you force me to submit.”

I was so happy I think I actually squealed. It was like Christmas morning, I had been given the toy I always dreamed of. But happy as I was, I could not help thinking about my parents. If I wanted to rape my mom I needed help. It came to me all at once. I knew what I had to do.

“Susan, thanks a lot, baby. You are so sexy I’m going to love seeing you smiling, while I pound your pussy. In fact…I’ll sweeten the pot if you want. You are already getting 3 pics today. I’ll double it. I am so sure that I can make you enjoy it that I bet I can make you come 4 times before mom gets home. If I can’t then you get 6 pics. If I can, then you owe me one big favor. Total obedience will be required, anything I want. Susie you can go from 12 pics to 18 in a single session. What do ya say, sis?”

I was taking a big risk, and we both knew it. I have never made her cum 4 times in 1 day. In fact, she came once in the car at school so this would be 5 times. If mom came home early as she sometimes did I would lose.

But I had a theory. I think the reason my sister has been able to dilute her attraction to me is cuz she stays in control, never lets herself forget this is incest, that she is being raped. I was gambling that if she had to participate, enthusiastically, if she had to moan and smile to masturbate, and spread herself for me humbly with complete abandon–well things would be different. Plus I could tell she was on the brink of an orgasm right now from the hand job I gave her on the ride home. This would be a good test of my control over her.

It was 1:30. I needed to get her off 4 times in about six hours. Shit, even if I was wrong, I still had 12 more sessions with Susan. If I was right…I’d get my mom, too.

Susan looked me in the eye and a hint of her innate bitchiness came into her eyes. She did not think I could do it. She thought she would make a fool of me and walk away with six pics. It would have been fine for her to think it, but to show it–I’m sorry but that is just rude. It pissed me off.

Susan should have known better.

“Sure John, I take your bet. You are one arrogant bastard. I’ll let you rape me and I’ll smile. You can fuck my pussy, and my ass and I’ll take it because I have to. But John how dumb are you?! I will never cum 4 times for a sick prick like you. Do your worst. Try as hard as you want, you will never break me. Your cum is like piss to me. The first time you raped me –I was confused, high on the drugs you gave me, and I thought…maybe, just maybe it was my fault–at least a little bit. You were my brother and I loved you. But John you have put your dick inside of me 38 times in less than a month.

I have watched you get hard from hurting me. You sit here and tell me that you want to humiliate me—and you think you will make me cum?!! Jesus fuck, John, you need help. I’m your sister asshole, you should not be fucking me. But go ahead, do it.

No way I cum 4 times. No fucking WAY!!”

We’d see.

“Come here, Susan, straddle my legs. I want to taste you, sweetie,” I said as I moved the driver’s seat back.

Susan was still angry and her blood was pumping. I kissed her long and slow and sucked the air out of her. I did not want her to catch her breath.

“Oh baby, I love you so much, you taste so fucking good. Do you like it when I play with your tits? Do you want me to play with your clit some more Susie? Anything you want, we have time. Tell me what you need Susan.”

She did not say anything at first; she just kept kissing me, playing with my tongue. I put my hands on her ass and massaged her cheeks for awhile. Her tits were mashed tight against me and I had my cock wedged tight against her crotch. Her skirt was up and I had a fistful of ass-meat in both hands.

“Tell me Susan, tell me how much you need me, how much you love me. Do it, or the deal is off, and this is just a freebie.

“No wait, ok. I–I love you. I need you to touch me, to um…ok to suck my tits. Suck my tits, John.”

I pulled her top off and began to lightly nibble on her nipples. She tasted so sweet. I buried my face in her bosom and just breathed her scent. I sucked her for a long time. I made sure both nipples were red and hard and long. She was panting hard. I almost had her…

“Tell me you want it, tell me how bad you need it. Do you like me sucking you baby, do you? Do my hands feel good on your ass? Your tits feel warm Susan I love how soft they are. You and mom have big tits. God any man would kill to lick these beauties. Does it feel good when I bite them, like this? It sure tastes good.”

I nipped Susan hard on her left tit, while squeezing her ass and thrusting my cock against her clit. That is all it took. “Oh…oh god no! Ohhhh noo!” she cried as an orgasm slipped out of her. I stopped touching her sexually immediately. I did not want a second orgasm to come out and have her claim it was part of the first one. I held her in the front seat of her car and kissed her softly. Usually she would have pulled away by now but she knew the rules. I licked her ear gently and cupped her breasts in a warm, friendly non-sexual way. We stayed there for a few minutes.

“Ok lover, that was one. Are you ready to go inside where we can have a little privacy? Good. Take all your clothes off and walk into the garage” I said as I hit the opener.

Her car was in the middle of the driveway. Any of our neighbors would be able to see her if they came outside. She balked.

“John, no please don’t do this. You can’t be serious. What if someone sees us! “

I laughed and told her to get her ass out of the car and walk into the garage. Slowly, I don’t know why she was bitching anyway. It was the middle of the day everyone would be at work (probably). It took some time, but slowly she removed the rest of her clothes and opened her door.

She looked around and could not see anyone so she got out. I locked her door, and then just to teach her a lesson hit close on the garage door opener. She tried to run for it but did not make it cuz the gravel on our driveway kept sticking her bare feet. She had no keys.

I will remember the image of my proud sister standing naked in front of our garage for the rest of my life. She had one arm across her chest, and one covering her pussy. Slowly she sank to the ground and began sobbing hysterically. I was afraid someone would hear her so I took pity on her and moved the car up to about 2 feet from the door. This blocked her from the street. I got out, sat down next to her and pulled her naked body into my arms.

“Shh honey don’t cry, I’m here. You know this is your fault, cuz you had to bitch off at me a few minutes ago. Now give me a kiss ad we’ll decide what to do next.”

“I am sorry John, I did not mean it. You are the best brother in the world and I love you only…please can we go inside. I want to be alone with you. If someone sees us they’ll tell mom and dad and it will all be over. We will never be able to fuck again. John, are you listening to me?! Stop sucking my tits and pay attention! We have to go inside, damnit!”

Rude. RUDE, RUDE! She still thought she could give me orders. I had to earn her respect back. I pulled Susan roughly to her feet and before she knew what I was doing made her lay face down on the hood of her car. I kicked her legs apart and prepared to ram her pussy.

“If you scream loud enough someone will hear. Do that and I promise, you will regret it. I have scanned all 30 pics into my computer I will e-mail them to the school, church, and library computers if we get caught because of your actions. Even if we don’t get caught, remember screaming violates our agreement and today becomes a freebie. Cry, grunt, moan, beg all you want, but no screams. Oh and be sure to tell me how much you love this, sis,” I said as I slammed into her balls deep.

I can’t tell you how good it feels to be outside in the fresh air on a crisp fall, sun-shiny day, fucking the shit out off a beautiful, silly slut. If she happens to be your sister, even better. She fit me so well.

Susan’s arms were over her head touching her windshield. Her breasts and stomach were on the hood, and her juicy, fat ass and cunt were sticking high in the air as I plowed into her from behind.

“Does it feel good Susan, is this how you like it? You know what would be nice? How about a song. Sing me a song while I rape you, Susan. I know, that one you used to like by John Denver. You know you sang it all the time when we were little. Do it Susan, do it right now.

“Why are you doing this.? You are sick…Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy (ow, shit John). Sunshine in my eyes can make me (Uh, oh god) cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high…(Oh uh your fucking me, you’re fucking my pussy apart) If I had a song that I could sing for you I’d sing a song to make you feel this way,” Susan sang in a lovely sweet voice punctuated by sexy little gasps, and groans caused by the stiff reaming a fat 7.75 incher can give, when powered by a horny teen aged rapist.

Susan would never admit it (even to herself), but she is an exhibitionist at heart. Getting fucked by her brother on the hood of a car where anyone could see turned her on - a lot. The more I pounded her, the wetter she got. I took a deep stroke and held it in the bottom of her pussy while I fumbled for her clit. I kissed her back and rubbed her clit raw.

“God Susan, anyone can see us. Anyone can see you. You are such a cheap slut. Mr. Jefferson is probably taking pictures right now. Mr. Bentley probably has a hard on. Just picture Tom and Helen fucking each other while they watch you. Stand up baby, let them see you. Let everyone see your gorgeous ass.”

I grabbed her by the meat of her hips and lifted her off the ground as I raped her good. I felt so powerful, so dominant. Her legs were dangling and her arms helped bear her weight, on the car.  

“Yeah, yeahmmm, oh fuckin yeah. I uh, own, uh this Pussy! Do you like it, huh? Does it hurt? Do you need it? Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you forever. So good baby, mmmm, so good, so sweet. Tell me how much you want it.

Climb on my cock baby and I’ll fuck you extra hard. Would you like that, Susan? Do you want your brother to fuck you some more?” I demanded as I squeezed her round titties. I was holding the tops of her thighs like she was a wheel barrow. I jack-hammered into her warm, wet cunt again and again, as deep and as hard as I could.  

“Oh god, what are you doing to me, I–I need it, oh shit I need it John, just hurry up and fuck me.”

We switched positions. I sat on the hood and she climbed in my lap. “Go ahead Sis. You need it so bad. Put it in. Tell me how fast you need me to go.” I said as I sat there waiting. She tried to hold out, regain a semblance of dignity but it was too late, her pussy was leaking, and lust had won. She grabbed my dick and stuffed it inside her wet snatch. Then she began to ride me, hard. She was not gentle.

“Faster damnit. Harder…ok hold it there, uh, yeah, oh yeah, that’s it….aghhhrgh! ” She screamed as she came for the third time.

Her contractions set me off and I came in thick fluid chunks of sperm. I rolled her into the missionary position and power-fucked my final shots deep inside of my big sister.

Susan clutched me against her, in part, for balance, in part I believe because she wanted to. I held her and supported her, while keeping my dick inside her. I could not get enough of her, her smell, her touch, her taste. Having her respond to me was awesome. I felt my cock begin to stir again. I wanted my woman inside now, where nobody could interfere.

I opened the garage door. Picked my naked sister up and snuggled her tight against me. Then we went inside to make love.

I could tell Susan was pretty exhausted and maybe a little surprised at her body’s betrayal. She needed time to adjust. It was early yet. Mom would still be at the Red Cross for another hour, maybe longer, before going to the gym. We had some time.

“Susan, that was incredible. How about we take a nice soak in the tub? Let me wash you, massage you–pamper you a little. Or if you want I could just fuck you again right now. What do you want me to do?”

She was really quiet, but finally she agreed that a nice bath sounded good. I ran upstairs got the water running, and the scented vanilla bubble bath I knew she liked.

My parents had one of those king size sunken tubs. I got Susan and led her to the tub. For some reason she had put a robe on, I guess she was still shy. I took it off of her immediately and gave her a kiss to let her know I was not angry.

I wrapped her in my arms and whispered,” I love you sis. Don’t worry, we are on a break. No sex stuff for awhile. I just want to hold you and caress you and make you feel good. Relax, and let me love you, ok?” She had a strange look on her face and mumbled something before getting in the tub with me. I pulled her into my lap and began soaping her up. I nuzzled her neck softly and planted little friendly angel kisses on her neck and back.

Slowly she relaxed. I could see the tension seep out of her. For a good half hour she laid in my arms and I lightly fondled her sexy body. We talked for awhile.

“Hey Suze, do you think mom and dad are going to get a divorce? If they do, who will we live with?”

“I don’t know John, they might. Things are pretty bad with them right now. They’ll probably get joint custody and we’d live with mom here and visit dad.”

“It just makes me so mad. Why does mom have to be so mean to him? Why is she so selfish? I don’t want them to get divorced, to break our family up. ”  

“John, you can’t worry about that, there is nothing you can do. They are adults and will either work it out or they won’t. There is a lot you don’t know; this is not all mom’s fault. Dad has done his part too.”

“But what if there was something we could do? Wouldn’t you want to at least try?”

“Sure I guess so…”

I had been really hard for the last few minutes and the water was getting cold. I suggested we get out and I get ready for her massage. Susan agreed. She dried off and reached for her bath robe. One look from me and she stopped though. I watched my sister’s round full bottom retreat down the hallway to her bedroom. I got the baby oil and talc powder and joined her. She was sitting up on the side of her bed with her legs together.

“Lay down baby, and make an “X” on the bed. Seeing her spread, face down on the bed was intoxicating. She looked so meek, so ready and willing to be fucked by her brother. I began by oiling up her feet and legs, rubbing it in gently. She made this contented, peaceful sigh as I lightly oiled and scratched her back for several minutes.

“Roll over I want to play with your breasts now. She did it slowly but she did it.

My sister has 36C cups and they looked perfect as I covered them in baby oil and worked them over with my hands. She glistened and shined for me. I straddled her naked body, as I oiled her breasts and arms and stomach. I was leaking precum, on her stomach and I rubbed that into her also. Finally I was done. Our chests were pounding, and I knew I had to have her again.

The break was over.

“Susan, I need to taste you now. You look so sexy, and spread I can’t help it. Don’t forget you have to help. Why don’t we have a nice 69, would you like that?”

“Ok John, whatever you want. I’ll suck your dick. You’ve been really sweet today. I was losing it and you could have hurt me but you didn’t.  I–appreciate that. This could have been much worse. I can’t thank you for raping me…but I can recognize and acknowledge that you were trying to be gentle.”

Susan scooted down and started licking my cock, while allowing me to get in position under her pussy. She settled her crotch over me and I was soon rewarded with her clean, fresh cunt. I pulled her legs far apart and crammed my face in her pussy, licking and kissing it wildly.

As her juices began to flow, I felt my cum rise from the masterful blowjob she was giving me. Usually she well um—-sucks at giving head. I mean it’s really bad. This was the first time she gave me head like a lover. She kept nibbling, and licking and vacuum sucking my cock.

She could not quite deep throat me, but it was good enough. I could tell from her flow that it was taking longer for me to juice her up. Her poor cunt did not seem to want to cum anymore. I needed 2 more donations though. I tried licking her clit faster and faster, rubbing and humming on it. Then I reached underneath and found her stubby nipples and rolled them back and forth. That seemed to help.

As much as I loved my sister’s pussy, I think it was her sweet ass that I fell in love with first. I just could not help but to give it a few kisses too. These turned into long slow loving licks. I wormed my tongue into her anus, and made her squirm for several minutes. Suddenly I spread her cheeks open and blew a cold blast of air between her wet buns. That was the final straw. She lost her concentration and stopped licking me.

There is a look of wonder that my sister gets a look of glorious, selfish distraction, when she cums, she simply cannot focus. My dick slid out of her mouth and playfully bounced around her face. There was nobody home, she was gone.

“John, John, feels so good, so good. Don’t stop, lick my pussy some more, please!”

Her fluids tasted saltier now, thinner and the contractions were not as pronounced. She did not hump my face, she just laid there and came like a quiet, tired, dignified lady.

And that was #4.

This is where things got difficult. Susan was clearly exhausted; she needed a break to recharge her sex drive. Unfortunately it was after 5pm. Mother was already at the gym by now. She would be home in less than 2 hours. We did not have a lot of time. I went downstairs and made us both a snack, and brought it back to Susan’s room. She was already napping.

She looked so cute curled up naked on her bed, and since her blowjob had been interrupted…I could not resist. I slipped into bed and spooned her from behind. My cock homed in on her cunt and I sank into her slowly. I did not want to fuck her per se, I just wanted a nice sexy snuggle. My hands cupped her breasts possessively and I pulled Susan tightly against me. I have never felt so close to another human being.

This was Incest, this was rape. But it was also RIGHT. I mean, everyone has one perfect person they are supposed to be with right? But what happens if the woman you love, your soul mate just happens to be your sister. You can’t very well ask her out on a date can you? No the only way you can be together is through rape and incest.

You have to be responsible and caring but when all is said and done you either have the balls to rape her or give up your one chance at happiness. I love Susan too much to do that. Sure she can be a condescending stuck up, mega-bitch but I was willing to overlook that to a degree. Besides I’m sure that I have personality traits that get on her nerves too.

I’m not perfect and have made mistakes, errors in judgment. Susan’s pussy was milking my dick in her sleep and I couldn’t help fucking her a little. She must have felt it, cuz she woke up.

“John…what are you doing? No, not again. Don’t you ever get enough?”

I could not help laughing at that one. Damn she is funny. I mean come on an eight inch cock (well almost) is in her cunt , my hands are rolling, mashing, squeezing her fat titties, and she wants to know if I’ve had enough?!

“Susan, you feel so good, I love you baby. I need you every day. I will never, never, NEVER get enough of you. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms like this. I want to wake up with my cock in your cunt. I want to rape you at school, make love to you at church. I am your man, and you are my woman. It’s meant to be baby,” I said as I began pounding my sister in earnest.

Our cuddle and snuggle had turned into a hard power-fuck. I slipped her into missionary and she reluctantly wrapped her legs around me like a good little girl. I was kissing her long, and slow and deep and hard and she let me, even returning it a little. She was so tired, this was primarily for me. It was like she was my wife, performing her duties, trying her best to please her man–even though she was wiped out. It was sweet. I finally came while sucking her tit and cupping her ass.

She however, did not.  I wanted to go to sleep then. I wanted to leave my dick in my sister and just go to sleep. But if I did that, it was over. Mom would come home, and even if she did not catch us the session would be over. I would have lost the extra 3 pics, and Susan would not owe me the favor I needed.

But it was even more basic, more primal than that. If I could make my sister cum 5 times in one day, after she swore she never would then we would both know that I was her master.  All this bull shit about rape, and cruelty and incest and right vs. wrong–see all that crap would go away.  

She would have to admit not just to me but to herself, in her heart that she enjoyed my cock, she needed my cum, that Susan loved John. I would stop being her rapist, and become the man she loved. That was worth a lot to me, shit who am I kidding: that was worth everything to me.

I rolled off of her and my cum started leaking out. I scooped it out of her pussy and began to lube her ass with it.  

“NO! John NO!! Please not that, don’t do that. You know I hate anal sex, please god your cock is too big. You leave me bloody for days every time you do this. It is disgusting, and shitty and bloody and gross. It is humiliating and degrading. Every time I start to feel even a little close to you, you remind me that you are my rapist, my sick perverted brother who rips my bloody ass apart and fucks me with my shit on his dick. God why do you have to do this?” she said as the tears hit her.

I was the only one there to comfort her so I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her gently. I was lying on my back and I rolled her on top so we were face to face. I kissed her gently and hugged her tight. I grabbed an ass cheek in both hands and caressed it while we talked it over.

“Susan you know that I love you. Never doubt that. But honey, you are a snooty little bitch at times, and you need someone who won’t take your crap, but loves you anyway. That’s me.

See, I know you don’t like anal sex, but I do. I like hearing you scream, and beg, and yes even bleed a little. I could do without the shit but honestly you look so cute, and ashamed when you mess my clean cock up, like it’s your fault, (Chuckle) I don’t really mind. Do you understand? Every part of you is precious to me. You’re funny and have great tits, you’re smart and have a tasty cunt, you’re a bitch and have a mother fucking amazing ass–it all goes into making the woman that I love.

I would not change any of it. I want it all. We are not quite ready to fuck yet so hold still, let me lube you up some more, and then I want to show you something. Eat your food and get some water while I work.”  

Susan was very nervous and she obeyed me. Anal sex scares her a lot. Which usually was ok with me but if she was too scared she might not be able to cum. I probably should have just licked her pussy for 20 minutes, trigger an orgasm and call it a day. The thing is, that would not be MASTERY, and I wanted to prove to Susan that I was in complete control of her body. I had never been able to make her cum anally. In a way it was her last virginity, her last defiance to my right to her body. I needed to relax and stimulate her at the same time. I needed help. I knew who to turn to. When I finished lubing her ass I led my naked sister to my room.

I turned on my WebTV and logged in. I asked Susan to get in my lap and put my cock inside whatever hole she wanted to. She blushed and quickly put me back in her pussy. Susan laid her head on my chest and held me tight. I used the remote to go into my favorites and pull up Mr. Double, Kristen, Storyguy, Perverts R Us and Soren’s pages. I was looking for rape stories from my favorite Authors. Wiley, and Imma Scared, Rape Master, and the Falcon. They were all great but…not quite right. There really is only one rape Author who could do what I needed. His name is Jaz.

This guy was really weird, but I guess I could kind of relate to him. See he liked double taboo stories. Usually there was rape AND incest. I remember e-mailing him a while back, just before I took the pics of my sister actually. He sent me a link review list to thousands of free story/pic files. Rape incest, cheating wives, hardcore softcore he had links to them all.

Reading his stories always made me feel like fucking, I was gambling they’d make Susan feel like getting fucked.  As I read one Jaz story after another to my naked sister she started juicing up pretty good. He had a lot of anal stuff. I looked at the story codes and picked them out.

My sister was slowly getting turned on as fathers, brothers, and sons raped their daughters, sisters and mothers up the ass, hard, nasty, and bloody. She started humping herself on my cock, playing with her clit as I gently fucked her. I remembered what an exhibitionist my sister is and I realized how I could push her over the edge.

“God, Suze, this story sounds just like us. I bet Jaz would love to write about you. Look here is his e-mail address. I am going to tell him your name and send him your pic.

Everyone will know what a sexy little slut you are. I’m going to fuck your ass and tell Jaz all about it. How you screamed, how you cried, how you begged and how I laughed at you while I raped you. Oh god, I want to fuck you so bad, I want to rape you so much. Come on Suze, it’s time to get on my bed and spread your ass for me,” I said while rubbing her clit and fucking her hard.

Susan was gasping for air and did not want me to stop, so I carried her to the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees baby; hold your ass open for your brother. Do it Susan do it right now.”

She was shaking and crying from fear and unexpected lust but she reached back and did as I asked. Such a brave little girl! I decided to be nice and scooped some more pussy juice and precum out of her cunt and fingered it deep in her ass, for comfort.

“Susan, tell me that you want this. Tell me that you love me and want to give your ass to me. Please baby, make it perfect for me.”

Susan looked back at me, with tears in her eyes and said, “God help me, I must be sick too. What have you done to me?! I want my brother’s cock. John… cock… good. All those nasty Jaz stories–they did something to me. I–, oh god…I wa, want your cock in my ass.”

“Oh Suze I’m gonna hurt you a little bit now. Hold it open for me, uh, how, does, uh that feel baby. So tight, so fucking tight. Does it hurt sis, does it hurt a lot?” I asked while I squeezed my hard cock deep in my big sister’s ass.

She was breathing hard and tried to get away at first, but I had an arm around her waist and made sure she stayed still. My penis is not the longest (I’m still growing), but it is almost 8 inches, and I am pretty thick. Combine that with the fact that my sister has a tiny anus and well…she was in a lot of pain. She started feeling discomfort when I was about a third of the way in. I could fit; I just have to force it. A good lube and a little blood helped.

Anal sex is not just about causing pain. That would be wrong. It is about teaching a woman to learn her place. To just fucking shut up and take it.

I’m a good Teacher.

“Stick your ass up higher Susan; put your face on the bed. Good, oh god what a cheap slut you are. Perfect, I love you so much baby. You are so good to me.”

“John it hurts, it hurts. I feel so dirty, so nasty…my pussy is burning, what are you doing to me? I feel so full. Do it bro, rip me open, do any fucking thing you want to me, I give up. I belong to you. I love you. I can’t deny it. RAPE ME MOTHER FUCKER, RAPE ME HARD!!”

That set me off, I just went nuts. I grabbed Susan’s hips and rammed her back on my cock as I thrust forward as hard as I could. She was making these wet, sloshing sounds and we were both sweating like pigs. My brain shut off for a minute and all I could think was, “Fuck her ass, fuck her ass, fuck my sister’s ass. Love ya, baby, need ya, take it, take it, take it you beautiful slut, you’re mine now, all mine forever.”

I was rubbing her clit as I humped myself into her ass. Long thrust, hold, quick thrust, repeat. Finally she let out this long, groan and I felt her getting off. She was grinding her ass back, shaking her fat sweaty ass from side to side as she came on me. Her meaty tits were flapping around and she kept clenching her butt muscle on my cock. That pushed me over and I blew my third and final load of the day, deep down in the bottom of my sister’s ass.

We were both completely wiped out. I needed to feel her warmth while I slept. We got under the covers and made out a little before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. I don’t know what time it was when my mother came home.

She knocked on my door and asked if I knew where my sister was. I told her I did not feel well and had gone to bed right after Susan went out with her friends. She cracked the door and stuck her head inside. The room was dark, and Susan was under the blanket. If she had come all the way in, or turned on a light she would have known someone else was in bed with me–but she did not do that. I got a real charge out of slipping my dick inside of her daughter, rubbing her tits, while I asked my mom about her day. She was feeling chatty and went on and on about what was new at the Red Cross and some friend at the gym who was getting divorced.  

My hand cupped Susan’s pussy, and I played with her lips and clit. It felt like she might be awake, but I could not tell. I wanted to throw the covers back and let mom see what a good slut her little girl had become but I sensed that would be a bad idea.

Mom left the room to make a late dinner. She left me alone in bed with Susan and I started making plans for our family’s future. I realized that as much as I enjoyed raping my sister, it would not have worked if I had not blackmailed her too. I was wrong; one rape had not changed my sister. It had taken time, effort, fear, love and a sick twisted bastard named Jaz.

But really the pictures had been the key, the controlling factor. They had given me leverage and ultimately won me my sister’s love. I needed something similar on my mom. Raping her would not be enough. I had to catch her in the act, on film–get hard evidence of something so perverted she would do anything to avoid letting it come out.

That’s where my sister came in–the favor that she now owed me. We were going to set my mom up, to make it look like she was having a lesbian affair with her teen aged daughter. I’d get it on tape, send fake e-mails, and have my sister’s testimony to nail it down. If it got out, she would be humiliated publicly, lose her job, get next to nothing in the divorce–oh yeah and probably go to jail. All mom would have to do to stop it from being on the news, and in the courts was be our little mommy fuck slut. It wasn’t going to be easy, I knew that. But if I was patient, careful I could get them both.

Sometime after midnight, I woke up to my sister sucking my cock, not because of a picture, but because she wanted to. To prove my love, I gave Susan the 18 remaining Polaroids. She was surprised and started crying. She kissed me and crawled in my lap and just held me for a really long time.

“Thank you John. Thank you for giving me back my life. I love and trust you completely. In fact I want you to have this, as a symbol of our love. You still own me, I still belong to you. Always,” she whispered into my chest as she gave me back a single picture of me fucking her sweet ass.

When I started this I wanted to save my parents’ marriage. But now, I wonder if I really want to share my two sexy, beautiful women with anyone, even my dad. Maybe, but maybe not.

We’d see.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Susan had it all going for her. She was bright, attractive, and well-liked. As her figure began to mature, boys were calling the house more than ever. She was flattered by the attention, and had been out on a few dates, but was not sure if she was ready for anything serious. She figured she’d talk it over with her mom.

When she walked into her parent’s room she had no idea that her perfect little life was about to change forever. Her mom was on the phone with her back to the door. “Bill I need you so bad it’s killing me. When will you fuck me again? Baby needs her big Daddy to fuck her tight pussy”, she purred.

Susan spun around and left the room before her mother could discover her presence. She could not believe it. How could mom betray dad like that?! As far as she was concerned she had no mother. “Poor dad I’ve got to protect him from that slut/bitch” Susan vowed.

As days went by it became obvious that John had no idea what was going on. He still kissed his wife when he got home from work and massaged her when she was tired. Susan began to look for signs of her mother’s infidelity. The time she supposedly spent at the gym or volunteering for Easter Seals began to look suspicious to Susan. Her dear mother had been lying to both of them for years.

To get even more time for her slutty little escapades she suggested that John start working out again at the gym. It was obviously total BS. Her dad was in great shape. He was 6ft 2″ and weighed 180 pounds of pure muscle. Susan was always proud of the approving looks her girlfriends gave her dad the first time they met him. But just like always, as soon as her mom made the slightest suggestion, John was all too eager to comply. He began working out every other day, and oh so coincidentally her mom began spending that time with a new charity.

Afterward

Sometimes naughty little boys get all hot and steamy after reading a filthy story like this one. Sometimes they forget it’s just a fucking story. Occasionally really twisted boys and girls might want to try some of the sick shit people like me write about. That is why we at the NRA are here. Just give us a call and we will be more than happy to supply you with fully automatic assault rifle so you can blow your silly little head off. Oh yeah and please give a hoot, don’t pollute. There now I can rest easy.

I waited until my wife went to bed and was out cold. I put her in the overstuffed chair in the corner of our bedroom. I laid several thick towels down to catch our fluids and her virgin blood. Then I called Susan.

“Yeah dad what do you want?”

I want to talk to you about your behavior in recent months. You’ve become a lying little slut, who is flunking out of school. Is that really what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?”

“Y-you can’t talk to me like that, you are my father!”

“I can talk to you any way I please. It’s time you learned that I am in control. YOU obey ME! Get those clothes off right now, right fucking now!”

Susan was upset but she realized she better listen. She took her nightgown off and waited for me to order her across my lap.

Heh.

“Everything Susan, I want you completely naked–do it.”

“Oh no, dad NO! You can’t be serious–NAKED!”

“C’mere slut” I said as I slung her across me. I undid her bra, and ripped her panties off.

She just laid there in shock as I began to smack her little bottom. It looked so good red and raw. Susan still thought this was discipline. Extreme maybe, but deserved. Until I began to maul her ass, to squeeze and separate it.

“Wh, whut are you doing? MOM wake up, help!” she squeaked in anger and humiliation.

“You are my daughter, how dare you give this sweet little pussy to somebody else before me? I’ve tried everything else to get through to you, call it tough love.”

I began licking and sucking her tits. She struggled but she was just too weak. Her tears and snot and squirming were exciting to me.

I held her down on my bed while her mother slept 3 feet away. Her tits were begging to be sucked and I straddled her body and licked them good. Her nipples began to swell as I played with her. I needed a taste of her mouth and laughed aloud as I kissed my only daughter, long and hard and slow.

“I want you to suck my cock just like you did for that little prick. Suck me Susan, suck your daddy. I deserve it for putting up with your crap. I made you, I own you and you’re going to be my good little girl again.”

My cock slipped into her mouth at last and I loosely grabbed her throat. I made it clear that if she did not suck me properly, I would choke her. After all, it’s not like she had never done it before. My daughter knew how to suck cock good–I saw her do it.

Slowly at first she licked and nibbled on me. Then she sucked on just the tip. I started fucking her mouth and soon had more than half of my 7 inches inside her mouth. She kept making these gurgly wet noises–god she was sexy.

“Dad wait, you’re too big, I can’t swallommmpf…” she sputtered wetly on my dick as I grabbed her head and forced her all the way down.

She was gulping and gasping on my cock and it just set me off. I began humping her hard, pounding myself down her wet mouth. I had a tit in each hand and was clutching my daughter tightly.

“I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum in your slutty little mouth. Don’t swallow yet, just swish it around.” I said as I shot my load in her throat.

“Now let daddy see, open your mouth, wide.”

My cum had coated her mouth and was clinging to her braces. I made her keep her mouth open and soon her saliva mixed with my cum and dribbled down her chin, neck and onto her breasts. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

So far.

I gently rubbed it into her nipples, and made them slick and red and shiny.

“MMM thank you baby that was amazing. Daddy needs a little time to recharge before we make love. Do you want to suck me hard again, or have me suck you?”

“Dad…you raped me, you really raped me. Ah gad, Aw god, you raped me!”

“Shhh, it’s ok you just lie back and let daddy make all the decisions, you don’t have to baby. I want to taste your fresh young pussy. I’m just gonna eat you up.”

I sniffed my daughter’s pussy for a long time the aroma was so heady, so rich and fragrant I felt hard again. She wasn’t very wet at first, but her scent was still strong. I licked her entire pussy inside and out just to warm her up, before I got serious.

“I’m gonna put my dick right here in just a minute. You won’t be a virgin for very much longer. But first I want you to cum for me, cum for your daddy–all over my face.”

Susan was making these sad, sick-cat, mewling sounds as I ate her cunt. The wetter she got the louder she got.

“Ehheee, no stop! Don’t dewww that, oh, oh,oh my god!’ she keened as her first dadgasm hit her hard.

While she was still shaking and trembling I got between her legs and lined my cock up with her pussy.

“Are you ready? Look at me, look at me you cheap slut. I want to see your beautiful face, I wanna see my angel’s eyes when I take her virginity…NOW!”, I screamed as I fucked my way past her hymen.

It took several thrusts, I did not want to hurt her, but finally I was inside of her tight, wet, steaming cunt. Her eyes were snapped wide open and I enjoyed fucking her. I was able to take my time since I had already cum a few minutes earlier. I’m no kid anymore, I wasn’t trying to do pushups or aerobics, I don’t particularly like to sweat. I just fucked her. Nice and slow. I put about half my weight on her, and enjoyed her young pussy clenching around my cock for at least 10 minutes. Feeling her tiny frame squirming beneath me, trying to push against my chest, was wonderful. I played with her tits a lot, and slowly kissed my little girl. Susan was mostly quiet, but every once in a while I gave a sharp dick-thrust and she would release a breathless gasp or a pathetic sob.

I felt my balls begin to tingle and I wanted her to cum with me. I left her tits alone and began tickling and flicking her tiny clit. Her vagina was gripping and releasing me, and I cut loose, power-fucking her for all I was worth.

“Cum for me, cum for daddy Susan, cum on my cock, be a good girl and make daddy happy. Oh shit, you are tight, so tight!

I felt her wetness splash against me about 2 seconds before I flooded her.

“Thank you baby, for making it so good. Do daddy a favor, climb on top and put me back inside. I want to see if I can fuck you again. Squeeze your pussy tight and make out with me. Give me that tongue. Do it Susan, do it or I swear I’ll rape your cute little ass too. Mmm that’s a good girl.”

I wasn’t able to get a full erection but we snuggled and kissed with my half hard cock inside her for another half hour.

I picked Susan up and carried her to the bathtub. I filled the tub with warm water and soaped her pussy myself. Then I made her stand up and take a long shower while I molested her breasts and rubbed my cock against her ass. Then I re-dressed her in her panties, bra and gown. I carried her and tucked her in bed.

“Go to sleep angel, daddy enjoyed you very much. You might as well try to forget it, nobody will believe you anyway.”

It was only now, after it was all over that I became nervous. One stupid screw up and I was going to jail for a very long time.

I went back to my bedroom and cleaned up. I cracked a window, sprayed Lysol and air freshener. Then I washed, dried and put away the towels. I pulled back the covers, put my drugged wife in bed next to me and went to sleep.

The next day my wife groaned a little longer than usual when the alarm rang.

I snuggled her tight and kissed her neck seductively. I was still horny from last night–after all I had not quite been able to cum that last time.

“Mmmm, John are you serious? It’s 7am! I’m barely awake man.”

“It’s not my fault I have a beautiful sexy wife. Just lay there if you want I’ll take care of both of us.” I said as I slipped beneath the sheets and gently ate my wife.

“John…oh…John I’m not fresh, I’m all sweaty, you don’t have to do that…mmm.”

“I love how you taste Beth, anywhere, anytime. Now let me eat in peace.” I said as my wife relaxed and giggled through two orgasms. We fell together as I shot my load inside of her still quivering pussy.

Besides the fact that I was horny, and really do love her; I fucked my wife to make a point. She knew that in the last 5 years I have NEVER been able to cum twice in one night. If Susan told her that I came in her mouth, came in her pussy, and then came in her mother the next morning–she’d never believe it.

“I love you John Pressman. I don’t tell you that enough, but I love you very much.”

Susan was quiet all weekend. She seemed to flinch whenever she was around me. When I came home from work Monday, my wife was waiting for me. It was the first time they had been alone all weekend.

“John, we need to talk.”

“Sure honey what’s up?” I said as dread slowly seeped into my bones.

“Susan has made some…accusations. Um against you, frankly I’m so mad I don’t know what to do,” Beth said as she broke down in tears.

“There, there honey why are you so upset, how bad could it be? We’re a family we have our problems, but we love each other. What did she say? Beth?”

“John I’m sorry, I’m sorry I tried, but I can’t take it any more, I want her out of this house. She is GONE! John she accused you of raping her! “

“Oh my God! Does she hate us that much? I know we have problems but…my god, she really hates me Beth. I think I’m gonna be sick,” I said as I worked myself into a good cry.

“Oh baby, don’t cry. She’s a lying, delinquent, ungrateful, little bitch. I can’t stand the sight of her right now. I don’t even know if I love her anymore. I’ve called the police. I want her declared an Incorrigible Youth. Let the state take care of her for a while. Maybe in a year or so she will appreciate the good decent man you are, and learn how to behave. Maybe not. Right now I don’t care. Until she gets on her knees and apologizes to you, I don’t want her in my house.”

The police and children’s services came and explained they would have to investigate her claims.

They confiscated both our computers. I had purchased a new one two months ago and destroyed my old one. I have never visited a single porn site on the new computer. Susan’s of course was a little different.

The investigation was pretty one sided. Teachers, Principals, Guidance Counselors, even her own Doctor painted a picture of a defiant, sexually active, 14 yr old. A truant and a petty thief–who was currently undergoing HIV testing.

I never talked to the police without my wife and lawyer present.

“Mr. and Mrs. Pressman, our science tech lab has reviewed your daughter’s e-mail and web activity. I’m sorry to say she has been involved in some very dangerous practices. She seems to be obsessed with incest in general and rape fantasies in particular. Since she shares a residence with you, I must notify you that we retrieved conclusive proof of correspondence taken from her own computer– that she has invited strangers to come to your house and rape her! It is strange, they were all deleted, not a single one was in her inbox, sent or even deleted mail; none of these websites were saved in Favorites, and there were no Cookies or history trail. Very odd. Frankly it’s hard to believe that a 14 yr old could be that depraved. S-a-y… Mr. Pressman, you don’t have access to your daughter’s password do you? Mrs. Pressman, do you take the same # of Ambien each night? If you do, it seems like a couple of pills are missing. I hear that’s pretty powerful stuff, I bet you’d sleep through anything if somebody gave you 3 Ambiens huh? What do you think Mr. Pressman?”

My lawyer jumped in at that point and insisted the Det finish his report and stop asking me and my wife questions.

Clearly he was a little suspicious…but he had no proof.

Susan was committed to 11 months at the Chapel Valley Detention Center. A maximum security for youthful offenders.

After this a judge would reconsider.

Three months into her stay, Susan claimed she was being gang raped repeatedly, by several of the girls.

With her background of false rape charges she was not believed.

10 months into her sentence she got into a fight with a prison bully. Susan bit her repeatedly and tried to stab her eyes out. The bully was in the hospital for 3 weeks.

My wife and I went to court, and I asked permission to speak.

“Your Honor Susan has been very bad, she has a lot to answer for. But she is only 15 years old. Her mother and I love and miss our little girl. Please, I know she can be good, can we please try again?”

After much deliberation the judge sentenced Susan to 6 years–probation for Aggravated Assault in the first degree.

“Mr. and Mrs. Pressman, I am giving your daughter another chance. You’re right, she is only 15, I don’t want to give up on her yet. The woman she hurt is a known troublemaker. You are good people, so I will give her one final chance. However any more reports of truant, criminal behavior and she will serve the remainder of her sentence. If she relapses before her 18th birthday it is back to Chapel Valley. If her bad behavior returns after she turns 18, she will report to the New York State Correction Facility until she is 21. Young lady I am holding your parents accountable. Every six months I want an update on your behavior. If they are not 100% satisfied, if you spread hateful slanderous lies again–I will send you to jail, no questions asked. Good luck.”

My proud defiant daughter was crying like a little girl. She kept saying, “Thank you daddy for getting me out. The things they did to me…Please don’t send me back there.”

Epilogue

Susan was a changed person. She attended school every day and was very respectful, eager to please. Then it happened.

My wife and her sister planned a weekend shopping spree in the city. The left Fri Aft, and would not return until Sunday.

“Susan, will you come here please?”

“Sure dad, what’s up?”

“Has daddy told you how much he loves you, how much he missed you? Now that I have you all to myself, I’m going to. Strip Susan, I need you naked little buttercup. Do it or I make up something to tell the judge and you go to jail.”

“But dad, that’s a lie, it’s not fair!”

“Fair? Is it fair that you were a horrible daughter who hurt your mother and embarrassed our family? Is it FAIR that I had to spend thousands of dollars in legal fees? Is it fair that you are a sexy, slutty little whore and everyone can have you except for me? Well you’re gonna make it up to me. For the next six years at least you will be daddy’s little girl. I will be the only man you fuck, and by god you will enjoy it. You don’t have a choice, Susan, it’s me or lesbian gangbangs and jail.”

My daughter sobbed silently for about a minute and said, “It wasn’t just the lesbians. They had male guards. The things they made me do. Everyone thought I lied about you raping me. They said if I would lie about you, I would lie about anyone. Nobody believed me. I was free meat. Oh daddy they were so cruel, the things they did to me–that I had to do for them. They hurt me so bad. I, I can’t go back to that.”

I held her in my arms and told her it would be all right. She would have freedom, friends, money and one day her own car. She would have loving parents she could depend on. It was just that 3 or 4 times a week she would have to fuck her daddy, suck his dick and let him make her cum.

“I want you to know that I love you Susan, I truly do. Daddy is not like the others, I will NEVER hurt you, I am your daddy.

Now finish taking your clothes off and get me some lotion. I need to lube your ass real good. I’m gonna suck your butt for a long time, but it may not be enough. I don’t want you to be hurt baby.”

“Awww da-aad!” she whined as she took her panties off and stomped off to her room to get the lotion.

That’s my girl, I said with a chuckle and a slowly hardening cock. Six years of this how would I ever let her go? Hmm come to think of it I saw an episode of Law and Order that just might work here. It wouldn’t be easy, but definitely worthwhile. It let the daddy fuck his girl for 35 years–and his wife never knew until the very end–and only then cause he made a mistake, and confessed.

Heh, always, always ALWAYS bring a lawyer.

I had almost 6 years to plan it, 6 years of Law and Order and NYPD Blue to help me avoid mistakes. Shit who knows by then Jaz may write a story about it. I’m going to send this one to him and get his sick mind thinking about it.

End

I just like rape. Rape by intimidation, lies, trickery, threats, blackmail, drugs–soft core.

An intelligent good sized man can catch a woman by surprise and rape her. It’s easy, you don’t have to hurt her.

I’ve fantasized about doing it, even wrote rape/incest stories on the net, but I knew I could never really do it. I mean raping is the easy part. It’s getting away with it that is hard. I guess I had resigned myself to being an onlooker, to beating my meat in frustration. Then a couple of things happened in a very short period of time.

My daughter started growing up. She went from being my little girl, to a sexy young woman. Susan is 14 years old, 5ft 2inch tall and wears a 32 c cup. She still has braces and has begun to wear adult nighties, and light makeup.

She also started making new friends. There was a group of smart-assed punks she hung around with. She began cutting class. and talking fresh to me and her mother. I’m sorry but, I just won’t accept that. I tried grounding her, but she ignored me. I took away her allowance but she didn’t need money, her new friends just bought stuff for her (or more likely stole it).

The first time I spanked her was when I caught her sneaking back in, at 3 in the morning. I waited until she was in bed then came in her room and locked her door.

“Susan get up, I know you are not asleep!” I roared.

“Jesus Christ dad, when are you gonna stop being a Nazi, shit! Get a life!”

I was stunned to hear the contempt in my little girl’s voice. We used to be so close. She was my Buttercup Angel. The tears welled up in my eyes, but there was rage too. She was defying me, to my face! Susan was ruining her life and I had to get control again.

Fast.

I yanked her out of the bed; she was just wearing a nightie and panties-no bra. I could see them; I could see her cone shaped tits. I wanted to rip her clothes, expose her to her daddy’s lust.

“You don’t talk to me like that. Nothing else seems to work. You will learn to respect me. You want to be a spoiled brat? Fine I’ll treat you like one. GET over here!,” I growled as I pulled, my daughter into my lap and began spanking her ass hard. I flipped her nightie up and beat her panty clad bottom for at least 5 minutes.

“OWW! Stop it, you’re hurting me–SHIT! Dad(smack), ow dad(whap)…I’m sorry, I won’t do it again–AH! Oh god, oh god OWW! PLEASE DADDY, Puh-leeeze!”

She sounded so humble, so truly sorry for what she had done. It made me feel good. Plus slapping, pounding her firm teenage ass while her tits hung over my lap–gave me a feeling of power. But it was also sexual, I enjoyed it.

I wanted more. A lot more.

Over the next couple of days my daughter was quite subdued. None of her recent arrogance, or defiance. She did not cut school, and when I said be home by 9pm, she was.

My wife asked me about the change and I explained that I had spanked her. She was surprised at first but then said, “Well we tried everything else. I’m sorry, I could never do that, but it is the only thing that has worked–it needs to be done. You will have to play bad cop, be the enforcer.”

For a few months that’s how we did it. Susan would be good for a few days (sometimes a week), then backslide and get a spanking. I was careful to never let her (or my wife) see my erection–how much I enjoyed it.

Often I beat her with all her clothes on, in front of her mother. It was only when she did something really bad, truly defiant that I stripped her–in private.

Late one night I heard a strange noise in the house. My wife had taken her sleeping meds and was out cold.

The noises were coming from Susan’s room. I slowly cracked her bedroom door and could not believe what I saw. My 14 yr old daughter was naked, on her knees, sucking a much older teenaged boy’s cock.

“Mmmm baby, just like that you little slut, slurp it, suck it all the way down. When you’re done, I’m taking your cunt tonight. Do you hear me? I’m going to bust your fucking cherry tonight. Think about that while you suck me hard. Cock teasing little slut, I’m taking your tight little cunt tonight!” he said while holding her head in place and fucking my baby girl’s mouth.

I let him have her for a few minutes, I enjoyed the wet “suck-schluck” sounds she was making. He was pinching my daughter’s nipples, mauling her breasts as he fucked her mouth.

“Oooh baby, that’s it–stop, don’t make me cum yet. Get on the bed. Do you love me? You know I love you, right? I want us to be together for real. Spread your legs Susan, give me your virginity. Give it to me,” he rasped as he got between her legs and began kissing her hard.

My daughter was tense but she was going to do it, she was going to let him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE–SUSAN!! GET OFF MY DAUGHTER! “I screamed as I grabbed the stunned boy and threw him on the floor.

“Mr. Pressman, hold on–hold on now, I’m leaving!”

“How old are you…? 18! My daughter is only 14, that’s statutory rape you fucker. You’re going to jail. BETH, call the police, BETH!!”

My wife called the police and they hauled the little shit off to jail. I insisted that my daughter be given a rape exam. The Doctor found her hymen was intact, but suggested some anti Aids drugs since there was evidence of semen around her mouth. He also suggested HIV tests once a month for 6 months. I readily agreed. I wanted my daughter to be safe, but I also wanted to humiliate her.

My lawyer told me that the best we could hope for was six months in jail for young Ronald. Since it was his first offense though, he would more than likely get community service and 2 years probation–maybe a fine. I have a very good lawyer. He got 2 months in jail, a $2500 fine, 1000 hours of community service and 2 years probation.

That was fine by me. The word spread all over Susan’s school, all around town that she was a cheap slut. Her reputation was destroyed.

The second major event that led to my Daughter’s rape came from an unlikely source.

I was watching TV on Tuesday night at 10pm. I always tape one show and watch the other. The first is “Law and Order Special Victims Unit” on NBC.

Basically it is a show that teaches you how to rape a woman and not get caught! The crooks are convicted because they make a mistake. This show teaches you what not to do, what mistakes to avoid. USA network run it several times a day, every day and routinely has all day marathons. In a typical month I watch about 90 episodes.

The second is “NYPD Blue” on ABC. It is also shown on the TNT cable network 2 hours every weekday, and often covers the techniques cops use to break a suspect. That’s 44 episodes a month.

I became an expert on rape.

I learned a few things. Rapists get caught because they leave evidence or witnesses behind. Second the cops have to establish a motive. They weigh the character of the victim and use that to develop suspects. Finally crooks are often caught because they crack under pressure. Often the cops do not have good evidence, or even a good motive. They just have a hunch, and go at the suspect. After a couple of hours in the room they admit to it. Never talk to the cops, ask for a lawyer and keep your mouth shut.

A few weeks ago I saw an episode of NYPD Blue that blew me away. A woman used another’s computer and pretended to be a rape-whore. She visited rape chat rooms and made a date for a man to come to her apt. She told him her fantasy was to be brutally raped and ignore anything she said, or how hard she fought. Thing is it WASN’T her apt. It was her lover’s wife’s house. She basically sent a fuck you card. A man came to the wife’s apt and raped her. The cops then found the evidence that she had invited him over–on her own computer!

It got me to thinking…if you have access to someone else’s computer, you can send inappropriate e-mail. Download XXX rape videos etc.

Participate in rape-chat, and visit nasty hardcore sites–as them.

That’s how the plan began to form.

My daughter has a bad habit. She leaves her computer on, all the time in sleep mode. She has a password screensaver that kicks in, after 10 minutes. She always checks her e-mail before going out. There was a window of opportunity. I simply waited until she was going out, and went to her computer immediately.

Then I signed on to her AOL account and began sending e-mails to a hotmail account I had created.

Here’s a sample:

“Ron I really do love you, and I’m sorry that you were arrested. I’m saving myself for you baby. When you get out next month you can fuck me. As long, and as hard as you want baby. Just tear me apart. You deserve it. I want you to rape me. RAPE me all night long.

Your (slut),

Susan”

I deleted the e-mails immediately, but I knew the cops could retrieve them. Next I visited my favorite rape/incest sites on her computer–and deleted the history and cookies so she would not know. She never suspected–after all she did have a password. I did it slowly over a few months but soon a lengthy pornographic trail was made. I even went to the library and signed on to hotmail and sent her filthy e-mails, when I knew she would be out of the house for several hours. I rushed home and deleted those too. Add in her reputation as a filthy slut, and I was almost ready.

The final piece of the puzzle came from a story I read called “Rape/Betrayal #8 A Mother Betrayed.” In it, the author explains why it is better to rape a family member. He suggested that shame alone will often prevent a family member from reporting it. Also they may not want a loved one to go to jail. I realized that evidence like stray fingerprints, and hair could be explained away if I fucked my daughter in my bed.

Susan’s grades continued to slip and I let them. Teachers and then the Principal called to tell me she was skipping school, and might be declared truant. Susan was questioned for shoplifting twice and a police report was filed.

My wife was disgusted and ashamed by my daughter. She was tired of being lied to and disrespected.