Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

INTERVIEW TWO

I found that my incestuous desires were insatiable. I could come as many times as I wanted. There was no time when I was too tired for sex: Daddy was great. I knew that he was exhausted, but he struggled to eat my cunt even as late as Sunday night, only hours before Michele came home. His poor jaw must have felt like it was going to fall off. He had his face in my twat for hours at a time.

I swear it never occurred to me what a threat Michele really was.

I was stupid.

She had a big stake in Daddy too, and she was not going to tolerate me as her husband's mistress.

Michele realized that something had changed right away after that first weekend. Daddy and I are lousy actors, and she was suspicious from the start.

I don't know exactly when we wore caught. I only know that three weeks later Daddy had business out of town and I was in the unfortunate position of being alone in the house with Michele.

I tried to avoid her.

No use.

She came looking for me.

Michele was a tall woman, much larger than me. Her shoulders were broad and her legs were long and shapely. She had very long fingernails.

I was in my room pretending to do homework. I desperately needed as excuse to get out of the house but none was available. All of my friends were busy doing something or other. There was nothing happening. If I left I would have to walk around town aimlessly, and that didn't seem like much fun.

Michele came into my room without knocking. I was sitting at my desk staring into a book. I turned to look at her and I was frightened immediately. Michele had a wild look in her dark eyes. She was filled with hate.

"What?" I said. So rude. I guess it didn't make any difference. Michele was going to abuse me. And there was nothing in the world I was going to do about it.

"You fucking slut," she said.

"What?" I repeated.

"You have been playing hide the salami with the old man, Connie. Don't deny it. I smell your scent on him at night," Michele said. She made the evil hissing sound of a snake slithering through tall grass from between clenched teeth.

"What of it?" I said. I tilted my head a little to one side.

Michele slapped me three times across the face as hard as she could.

"Nobody fucks with my man," she said. "Or else they get fucked with." She grabbed my right arm and pulled it painfully behind my back.

"Stop! You are hurting me!" I screamed.

"I'll break your fucking arm right off at the shoulder if you don't do as I say," she said. I wondered how far she was going to take this… I would never in a million years have dreamed the cruel punishment I was about to be subjected to.

"Okay! Okay!" I said.

She released my arm.

"Get into the master bedroom," Michele said.

When I hesitated she added, "March!"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. All of my sins were being thrown back into my face. The fire I started by rubbing Daddy's crotch at the breakfast table was going to end up with my own torture!

There was something hypnotic about Michele's dark eyes.

I knew I would end up doing whatever she requested.

I could feel my will being sucked out of my soul.

She was a dominatrix bitch, an expert at abuse. I was to be a slave.

I marched into the master bedroom and Michele ordered me out of my clothes.

"WH-wh-what are you going to do to me?" I asked.

I was so nervous that I was stammering when I spoke.

I got naked, and felt my knees trembling. My face was pale.

I could feel the cold sweat of anxiety oozing from my pores.

"Get on your belly on the bed," Michele screamed at me.

She was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a button-up blouse.

It was clear that the bitch was not wearing a bra.

Her huge breasts were straining at the front of her shirt.

She looked as if she were about to pop the buttons on it.

I could see the large bumps made by her erect nipples.

Michele laughed sadistically as I shivered on my belly on the bed.

I kept my legs clamped shut and folded my arms beneath my face.

For a moment I prayed that all of this was a bad dream.

I prayed I would wake from the nightmare and find the menace gone.

But I could not. It was all as real as you and me right now.

Michele began to take off her clothes. She went to the closet.

I watched her ass cheeks as she reached to the top shelf. She had a wonderful body. She pulled down a shoebox and flicked the lid off of it with her thumbnail.

Michele pulled out a long thick black hard rubber cock, that had an elastic strap around the base of it so she could put it around her hips and wear it as if it were really her prick.

She put the cock on, positioning the base so that it pressed against the top of her pussy slit.

"Are you going to stick that thing in my pussy?" I asked tearfully.

"On no," she said with a laugh.

I almost sighed with relief.

"I am going to stick it up your ass, you little pig slut. You want to get fucked so bad, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. You won't be so Goddamn horny over your father anymore by the time I am through with you. You see, I am going to use nothing to lubricate this dildo. I am going to force the log of black rubber deep into your bowels while the spurious dick and your anus are as dry as a bone!"

She ran her fingertips up and down the shaft of the fake prick, and over the tip. Michele tossed back her head and gasped as if she were really absorbing pleasure from this caress.

I felt my asshole burning.

My sphincter opened and closed.

My nether eye winked.

I was feeling horny. I still don't know why my fear made me so lustful. There was a bigger part of me than I want to admit that wanted to be Michele's tortured sex slave. I guess I felt guilty over having my hot sex affair with Daddy. I guess there was a big part of me that believed I needed to be punished for my sins.

I didn't put up a fuss. I knew there was no point. Michele would only tie me up so that I couldn't resist had I decided to combat her superior wishes.

"Get on your hands and knees," she screamed at me.

I knew she would hit me if I paused. I obeyed her promptly.

Like I said before, Daddy had fucked my ass a couple of times.

But he was a sweetheart. He used K-Y Jelly to lubricate the fuck.

He always had entered me slowly so he wouldn't hurt me.

Or I should say, he wouldn't hurt me any more than he had to.

There is always a little pain involved with anal intercourse.

I knew the buggery Michele would administer would be different.

She wanted to hurt me. She would relish the pain she caused.

The black haired dominatrix bitch knelt at my rear.

"Arch your back!" she ordered. As I did this my buttocks raised.

A feminine curve formed at the small of my back. My head lowered.

Michele yanked my ass cheeks apart. I could hear her chuckling.

She was so fucking pleased with herself. She loved every minute of it.

She must have been looking forward to this for some time.

I wondered how long she had know about Daddy and me. Her pot had had a long time to boil – there was no doubt about that.

The thick black rubber head of the artificial penis ran up and down the crack of my ass for a moment.

Michele found my asshole with the tip. She began to smack my ass with her fist as hard as she could.

I cried.

I was being bruised.

Michele began to push forward with her round womanly hips.

I felt like my asshole was going to be torn right out of my butt.

I couldn't believe the pain as my anus opened to take that rod.

The asshole opened gaping. The ring of tight muscle at the mouth of my rectum tore. There was a fiery pain. I screamed with my agony. My facial features contorted. My tiny nose moved up and down very fast. My eyes closed tightly. My eyelids were wrinkled. My face was as red as the local fire engine.

I could feel a trickle of blood dripping from my ravaged hole.

The crimson trickle was drawn into my swollen pussy by gravity.

Michele did not stop pushing. She wanted to get the whole thing in me.

I thought she would tear me apart. I envisioned my own death.

I figured she would make me croak of internal bleeding or something.

Michele gripped the sides of my hips, digging her nails into the flesh.

She tugged at my hips, using my lower body for leverage.

The tip of the ebony dildo worked all the way into my smelliest core. "This is it, bitch. Feel it ream you? Like it? You are my slave now," she said.

She struck a raw nerve inside my bowels and I felt pleasure combining with my pain. I could not suppress a deep moan as she found a magic spot inside my ass with the ersatz dick.

She got the entire length of the dildo inside me.

She began to fuck.

I saw stars in front of my eyes.

Flashes of colorful light were projected on the insides of my eyelids.

I could feel sweat pouring from my brow down into my eyes.

Tears were streaming from my red, swollen orbs, down my cheeks.

My mouth was filled with the bitter saltwater I cried.

Only the blood from my external and internal wounds lubricated the buggery.

She didn't bother to fuck me slowly.

No!

She reamed my hot ass as fast as she could – so that I would experience maximum pain. I didn't die, obviously, but I sincerely thought I was going to. She made me come!

Michele moved her hips from side to side as she plowed.

I could hear her moaning and groaning louder and louder.

It was clear that the woman was getting physical satisfaction.

I realized that she too was going to come from the ass fuck.

I had no idea how she was doing this at the time.

Only later did I figure out how she got herself off.

The black rubber dildo had little bumps all over its base. They were like bumps you might find on a ping-pong paddle.

She had the dildo positioned directly over her clit, you see.

Every time she shoved the dick into me she pressed her love button.

Moving her ass from side to side massaged her bulb against the bumps.

She fucked furiously even after my bowels convulsed in climax.

She moved her hands to my tits. She cupped my breasts.

I could feel my nipples throbbing against her palms.

She got each of my erections thumbs and forefingers.

She pinched at them very hard, causing fresh pain.

She pulled on both rosebuds until the skin around them was taut.

She twisted the nipples as if she wanted to tear them from my tits.

She used the same motion she would have to get the cap off of a bottle of beer. Again I screamed in pain.

Michele rammed the entire length of the dildo into my ass.

This time she left it there. In fact she kept pushing.

I felt the illusion of the rod sinking even deeper into my bowels.

She moved her ass from side to side very fast. She was massaging her clit.

She stiffened and jerked a little as she made herself come.

When her orgasm was over she slowly pulled the log from my butt.

She made me feel as if I were taking a humongous shit.

She wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot. She made me lick the dildo clean.

The black rubber dong was covered with blood and scum from my bowels.

But I licked it until it was clean as a whistle. I would do whatever she wanted.

She told me to eat her pussy once she had removed the dick.

She tossed the dildo aside carelessly. I was still on my back.

She straddled my head and sat on my face. I had no choice but tongue her.

I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue as far as I could.

I made my taster as pointy as possible at the very tip.

I plunged the stiff pink tongue in between Michele's inner cunt lips.

Now I was the lover of both Daddy and my new step-mother.

I licked up and down the outer lips of Michele's swollen pussy.

She was very wet. I had never seen a cunt close up before.

I was fascinated, and I found I liked both the smell and taste of her snatch.

I licked her clit until my jaw was sore and again she popped her rocks.

Her natural lubrication practically gushed in my face!!!

After her come was through she stayed where she was, lifting her cunt from my face a little bit.

"You little pig," she said, her two climaxes having done nothing to sooth her ire. "I don't think you are good enough to be my toilet!"

I correctly assumed that the black haired bitch's bladder was full.

"I am going to pee in your mouth. You had better drink clown every fucking drop, cunt, or I will hurt you even worse than you have been hurt already!"

I looked up at her pussy.

She moved her fingers to her outer cunt lips and pressed.

The black-haired bitch pulled her outer labia very far apart.

My new step-mother bared her urethra so I could see it clearly.

"Open your mouth!" she screamed, grinding her back teeth.

I dropped my jaw and tried to stifle the sobbing that racked me.

She opened the floodgates and her urine began to flow.

She missed at first and splashed the hot liquid all over my face.

I could smell her piss before I could taste it. She adjusted her aim.

Michele made the golden liquid go directly into my mouth.

I had two choices. I could either drink the stuff or drown.

I drank.

It burned my throat. But I drank it all. When she was done she ordered me to be her toilet paper and I was forced to use my tongue to lap away the golden droplets of urine from the pink flesh of her pussy.