Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  She lunged for it, like a beast after it's prey. You tried to scream out a protest, but the moment her succulent lips locked on your pulsing member, your mind lost all ability to argue and you felt a familiar twitch in your balls. You were going to cum soon.

  It was unbelievable. She'd barely taken you into her hot, wet mouth and your cum was already boiling in your balls. Unable to struggle or resist at all, your cock began to launch several ropes of thick, hot seed into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly, hungrily.

  As she drank your load down, you could feel the muscles in her throat coaxing every drop you could manage. She moaned around your shaft and it pulsed in her throat, still hard as ever as she drained your cock of your first load before releasing your stiff pole from her throat and giving you a hellish smile.

  By then you had put the pieces together. She was a succubus. A sex demon living on cum and she had already begun to feed upon yours. Fear filled you. You knew what this meant. You were hers and she would not stop until the very last drop of life was drained from your body through your pulsing cock.

  She left no trace of cum on her lips or your cock, and you couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It was sinking in now. You were going to die here, on this bed, under this devilish slut and you couldn't even move to attempt to escape.

  As your demise was playing over in your head, she had mounted you, hovering only an inch above your rigid dick as you continued to twitch, your shaft still unbelievably hard for this wicked woman. You could feel the growing need still filling you and to your own surprise, your hips lifted, barely moving enough to let the head of your aching cock touch her slick, hot folds.

  A drop of her wetness clung to the tip of your shaft and you moaned out, loud, unable to help it. It was unlike anything you had felt before and you could feel you entire cock tingle at the feeling of it. You knew this feeling wouldn't last. You knew she would end your life while fucking you and you couldn't help it. You needed it. You wanted it.

  You moaned again as you admitted the awful truth to yourself. You wanted it. You wanted to feel her pussy. You were aching for just that. You didn't care if it killed you at this point, all you could think about was the intoxicating aroma of her hot sex and feeling your painfully hard dick sliding into her wetness.

  Once again, it took only a second for her to act as if reading your own mind. She lowered herself quickly, impaling herself hard on your cock. There was no hesitation this time as you felt the vice grip of her wet cunt on your shaft. You began cumming hard, instantly again. Spurt after spurt of thick seed shot deep into her womb as she held herself poised on you, keeping you locked deep in her. Her walls massaged your cock in ways you had never imagined.

  Not a second after you finished cumming into her blissfully tight pussy did she begin to thrust against you. Raising herself to your tip and slamming down. She easily found a quick pace and drove her hips down against yours, fucking you hard.

  She was so wet against your cock, you could barely believe it. Her juices coated your cock and her own thighs, making wet slapping noises as she pistoned herself up and down your member. It was overwhelming you as you lay there motionless, completely controlled by her scent. You were barely aware of anything but her delicious pussy working its way up and down your hard manhood.

  You were still hard. Incredibly hard. It was like your cock was possessed. You had no control over it and all you could do was lay there moaning in pleasure as this wicked slut used your cock as her own personal source for cum, draining your balls repeatedly as you lay helpless beneath her.

  Her wet cunt coaxed several more loads from your cock before your moans became whimpers and you could feel the pain beginning to set in in your balls. It scared you. You were empty. What was she going to do now? Would she stop? What if you pleaded with her? Your mind raced. How could you get even a moment's break?

  Her movements were slower now, almost delicate, as she pulled herself off your rock hard cock. Your mind couldn't understand how your shaft was still bouncing with need. It stood out proud and thick, harder than you had ever been before.

  She beckoned you up to a kneeling position, and you thought she must be insane. You couldn't move. You hadn't been able to move since you had entered the room. What made the crazy bitch think you could now?

  But your body acted on her command. You moved to your knees on the bed. She was resting back again, this time it was her tail slipping between her own legs, dipping towards her dripping cunt, sliding against the sticky lips. She teased herself in front of you, her tail toying with her wet pussy. You couldn't pull your eyes away and each second you watched her made your cock pulse painfully.

  You moaned as she finally pressed the tip of her tail into her wetness. It gave you no pleasure but the sight was more than you could stand and you felt your hips move foward and then back, you were thrusting against your own will or ability. You needed to fuck her again, and she knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing to you and you whimpered as you tried to ignore the ache in your balls.

  She removed her tail from the damp hole and raised it to your lips, moving again, adjusting herself to position that same wet entrance at the tip of your cock. You were panting now, unable to fathom how you were going to be able to manage this. You knew exactly what she wanted and you had no strength to stay upright, let alone thrust into her. But it happened. Her damp tail first trailed over your lips, leaving a sticky trail across them before it whipped around behind you and found the tight hole of your ass.

  As the tip of her tail flicked against the bud of your ass, your body lurched forward. You looked around, confused, as you were not in control of your own movements. Your steely shaft sank deep into her in one swift thrust. You couldn't control yourself and her pussy was not helping you resist at all as it seemed to pull you deeper into her. She didn't need to say a word. Your hips were bucking hard against her now. You were fucking her hard, unable to stop pounding her wetness as her tail teased across your asshole once again, pressing this time, working its way into your tight sphincter as you thrust into her cunt.

  The scent of sex filled the room and overtook all of your senses as you could feel nothing but the probing tail that was beginning to drive its way deep into your ass, plunging deep into you, as you pistoned into her. It was bittersweet as the pleasure became so intense that the overwhelming need to cum filled you, and you feared you had nothing left to give her.

  Her tail forced its way into you harder, driving into you. She had you right on the brink and you simply could not cum. It was so intense but you finally began to feel like you may actually manage to cum once more, and that is when she shoved you back forcefully. Her tail remained deep in your ass as she mounted you once more, crazed with lust as she climbed over you, gripping at your chest, her claws drawing blood on your skin.

  The pain was quickly replaced as she slammed onto your cock once more, letting it fill her hungry hole once more as she began bouncing and thrusting against you. You struggled to fight once more and were surprised when your arms obeyed this attempt. You grabbed her arms, freezing in surprise at your own move and you felt a sudden fear fill you as her expression became angry and dangerous.

  Her hand came down hard against your cheek, the claws leaving trails of blood on your skin again before she roughly grabbed your wrists, squeezing them in her strong hands, holding them to the side as she fucked herself hard on your pole.

  You could feel it. This was it. She was going to make you to cum again, no matter what your body believed, she was going to force you. You could feel the tug at your balls as it began. Your entire body began to struggle now. Her power over you was somehow fading as you began to fight for your life. You knew she would not stop and you had to stop her, but it was too late. Her pussy was clamped on your cock, possessively, claiming it as she rode you mercilessly.

  It was as if something inside of you snapped and you felt it. You began to cum once more. It started deep in yo
ur balls but you felt it throughout your body, each spurt of cum making you cry out in agony and it had only begun when you had fell limp on the bed again. The last thing your eyes saw before closing was a single black candle, burning beside the bed before you lost consciousness.

  -------------------

  You opened your eyes in shock as you remembered what had led you here. And then you saw her. She was back. Your Mistress stood over you, smiling again, the same smile that could calm you in any situation.

  A panic filled you and you looked over your body. You were still nude, your body was scarred and the chastity device was nowhere to be seen. Unable to look her in the eye you barely mumble a "Hello Mistress". You want to ask a million questions but you are afraid. The device is gone. You're still in this room. She must know. Why isn't she angry? Will she be angry if you ask? What the hell had happened?

  You look nervously up at the smiling woman and she laughs softly, leaning down to gently kiss your cheek. She moves to sit on the bed next to you, only resting there for a moment as she traces her soft fingertips along the scars on your chest, barely visible on your skin. It must have happened ages ago, you think. Maybe she's over it? Maybe she's not mad anymore? How long was it? How long have I been here?

  She dips her head down to your neck to place a soft kiss there, before traveling lower and kissing the scars across your chest and arms. You could hardly see them, you thought, but she knew they were there. She must know. You have to ask. Do you tell her it was rape? Would you tell her you had been trying to find the key to the belt anyhow?

  As she kissed over your skin, you could feel the pain in your body fading. You were convinced it was your mind playing tricks on you. It wasn't possible that it was all healing so fast. Her lips were distracting you. That's what it was. It had to be.

  She kissed her way to your ear and her soft voice came as a purr as she spoke. "I told you that you would thank me, pet. It was for your own good." She chuckles softly into your ear and places a soft kiss on your lobe before adding "Next time, it will be longer. You need to have plenty of cum for me. I nearly killed you this time."

  With that she smiled, patted your cheek and stood up, walking towards the door of the room, she turned back only once, grinning and winking, her eyes different when she turned back. They were those same flaming eyes you had remembered and you stared in shock as she left the room. Two words played over in your mind as you lay motionless on the bed. It was all you could think. "Next time."

  The End.

  Wet Summer

  I left Summer tied to the bed, looking dirty and beautiful in her stilettos and smeared cerise lipstick. Recently turned 19 Summer was a freckled brunet with large, dizzy brown eyes who hadn't much experience sexually, however arch her presence and despite stunning curves and angelic looks. She would never let guys, or girls, see her pussy. Even on that one occasion when she'd let herself be fucked, soaked knickers gripped tightly at the hips. It was because she got so wet. The idea had come to her from somewhere that it was unusual or a turn off and, without question, it was unusual to get as superhumanly dripping wet as Summer did but it was none the less unbelievably sexy; ironic this should be the cause of all her insecurity and frustration.

  That morning she'd pulled down her lemon-yellow thong for a glimpse long enough to slip in a glass dildo not yet wet but ready to grind on the ribbed shard for an hour or so. I'd tied her in place by the wrists and ankles to stop her touching herself, or hiding from the full-on challenge in store. I needed to pick up some masking tape and Champaign. I hadn't mentioned it to Summer but I was meeting a mutual friend, Chloe, who was coming equipped with an arsenal of sex toys to help with Summer's big liberation. A surprise appearance which was likely to please though embarrass; Summer had told me she'd never fucked a girl though often imagined 69ing with Chloe, herself on top so she could squirt down on Chloe's face and force her to drink in her pussy's shameful secret with a guilty shunt of the hips.

  In a way I believe she had faith in herself, however apprehensive. Or maybe there was some sentimentality around Chloe, her best friend. Chloe was also 19 though blond and fairly fierce, with a warm heart and dirty spirit. She'd told me she wanted to show Summer the kind of climax that hit so hard it hurt; see her squirt in ways that put shame to any private displays of wetness she'd thought so extreme. And of course I relayed this challenge to Summer who merely blushed and shrugged, assuming, perhaps, Chloe was being a polite comfort to a shy friend, lacking conviction. But she didn't lack conviction. And arrived, clearly earlier than arranged, with the bag of clanking beads and dildos and other oddments in time for me to spy her in the distance as I crossed the park.

  A bright humid day; summer colours and tanned skin flashing at the hem of a thousand short dresses; humidity carrying the waft of perfumes as hot strangers passed. Chloe was wearing what could only be described as a nightdress though could, at a push, pass for daytime clothing; a silvery, slinky item. Along with black heels, a black hair band and pink-hemmed, white knee socks. The brown bag of toys at her side looked quite incongruous.

  She smiled discreetly as I approached appearing something like a sex-spy about to hand over the goods, otherwise dour and obliging. We greeted fairly casually and I peered in the bag. "How's the captive?" Chloe smiled, becoming animated and restless, almost pushy; "Does she know I'm coming?"

  "She's good. A little ambivalent. Wetting the bed as we speak, but you know it's the good fear. And no."

  Chloe beamed. "Fuck... You look sexy, Chloe." I whispered and kissed the corner of her mouth. She conceded to a sly smile then gestured stiffly in the direction of my place. "I need to get champagne." I added, and Chloe met my eye, "One with a cold bottleneck, about thus thick. See you've got some treats..." I peeked in the bag; I could spy some masking tape and one or two other black and red items I couldn't quite identify. Chloe shrugged looking ever-cheerful. The bag was really burgeoning; a row of steel anal beads at the fore glinting in the sun with shameless lustre.

  We headed for the corner shop at our end of the park, Chloe catching endless looks from passing men. She was possibly more desired than Summer, if only for Summer's aloof reputation. Summer would see a lot of guys and suck them off with a dirty, fearless thirst then inexplicably creep away to fulfil her end of the bargain in the privacy of her own room and imagination while Chloe was always more consummate and experimental in her affections. I'd met her through Summer before Summer and I hit it off physically, to whatever stilted degree, and talked at length about our various ambitions around sex and experimentation. But we'd never fucked, owing to circumstances. The closest we came was an impassioned kiss and whispered ideas. This was Summer's day, but I imagined Chloe would be highly involved.

  "You think she's an anal virgin too?" asked Chloe swinging the bag as we began to wander the way of the shops.

  "Maybe. Not for long. She's not a virgin anyway... Thought you'd know this stuff."

  "You fucked her?"

  "No. She fucked someone ages ago. Just no looking down. You know you'd think she'd get into being a dom and carry blindfolds." I looked for Chloe's fleeting eyes but she ignored me.

  "Do you think it's an excuse?" she said eventually.

  "How so?"

  "Maybe she's just a pussy."

  "Doubt it. She changes a lot haven't you noticed? Thongs of many colours... She's not a pussy about flashing when she knows you're all eyes. Again, thought you'd know this."

  "Nope. I think she hides stuff from me. Are you sure she's cool with me being there?"

  "She'll be embarrassed. But she wants to fuck you; maybe she thinks you're just too cool for school Chloe, an imposing role model, hmm?" I threw her a smug grin. Chloe seemed friary distant, not hesitant about our plans though maybe reconsidering her approach. We were nearing the shop for the drinks. I prodded her in the direction of a secluded path between the shop and the neighbouring building whispering, "Hey, an idea..." Chloe obliged slipping into submissive, 'curious' role with an
instant trailed glance and stepped into the ally.

  "You want to fuck me?" she whispered in the dimmer, cooler light.

  "Of course but that's not the plan, what are you wearing under this?" I pinched the slinky dress up around her hips and spied black underwear, creased tightly about her pussy. She dropped the bag of toys and we shared a deep kiss. I gripped her tight around the groin, "Turn around..." I whispered.

  "You do want to fuck me." she giggled in my ear.

  "I'm gonna fuck you but I need these..." I twisted a finger in the knickers, touching, for the first time, Chloe's bare pussy. "I'll take these and you can come along to the house just a bit later. Come in when she's most invulnerable..." Chloe was laughing, kissing, and whispering, "...That sounds interesting."

  "So turn around..." I glanced down the ally into stark sun and deserted streets. Chloe turned her back into my chest and I pressed her breasts to the brick wall. I unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans and pulled down her knickers around her upper thighs. I held her firmly at the back of the neck whispering "I'll be quick we've a main feature to see, I need cum on these..." I tugged on the knickers.

  I found her pussy around the small cheeks of her ass and pushed in my cock 8 smooth inches into her warm wet body and began to fuck her hard. She whimpered and fought to catch my eye over her shoulder and I held her cheek to the wall. I came quickly, easing out to drip cum in her pants and pulled them up around her hips and pressed the crotch into to her pussy to soak in the cum and rubbed the fabric on her clit and pussy lips. "Take them off..." I panted, kissing her neck. She turned around stepping one awkward leg at a time out of the knickers and handed them to me clopping giddily in the heels. I gave her some money saying, "Get some champagne and come to the house in about a half hour. Skip the intermediate. Impact... don't you think? When she sees you're there?"