Summer begins here on Tuesday. We’ve had so many hot days already, today was 35 degrees celcius and last Sunday was a sweltering, quite unbearable 43 degrees!! Along with the hot weather, summer in Sydney brings with it so many great things…..one of those being bushes full of scented gardenia’s! The scent just says summer to me. Love them….my next painting, (which hopefully i will get to start this week) is a big, full, open bloom like this one. x

There has always been something about the way he smells that sort of overrules my thought process. I’m not quite sure what his pheromones actually do, because it’s not as if I want to tear off his clothes and get on top of him. It’s not really sexual. It’s just desire. Or maybe fascination. I can recall many times it hasn’t even been pleasant, and yet the attraction is impossible to deny. I am amused by this. Also that the most unstable psyches have seemed to had the most memorable scents. I know that things are changing, though. Can an animal ever resist the urge, because it knows more? This is also entertaining to think about because it seems as though the men who were most incapable of a compatible form of love also have had the strongest scents. Why would this be? If anything, I suspect that’s why I might stay so long…mistaking a carnal reaction for patience. But this is somewhat comforting, as they do not seem to be a treacherous type.

I was stunned to be able to manage to find some flowers this week , though the weather has been truly horrid -wet and very, very  windy.

I took one of my favourite Isis Ceramics flower bricks- a Palladian confection, this week. It reminds me of Chiswick or Monticello. And I love the island pavilion on the side

I was amazed to see that I still had some roses  in bloom-just – in the main garden.

The old Polyantha rose Yvonne Rabier still has a few heads of flowers on the bush.

These are strange roses for with me they never ever open up fully. They always look “bind” as the stamens are never revealed.

Yesterday looking at the garden from the warm kitchen through the rain I noticed something white in the border by the summer-house and thought it was some plastic bag or some such detritus that had blown in from the outside world.

But no, it was just the Mexican Orange Blossom bush proving itself to be a freak of nature and being in bloom in late December when it really should be in bloom in the late spring….May or early June. Goodness….what with the violets and all, everything  is topsy-turvey.

I love the leaves, and like their citrussy smell,

They were full of tightly packed- together lady birds…that signifies a cold spell coming….

The French Scholar is convinced that the foliage smells of…cats. I think he may have a point for though he feigned indifference when discovered

Thomas Kitten attacking the flower arrangement this morning and tired…to eat it. Disgusting boy. He has now been temporarily banished from that room.

He is not impressed…..

The Solanum jasminoides Album is still in flower

…despite a frost this morning. Thank goodness for it: it is a very useful filler.

And so that’s it for another Friday and another week. I’ve been very busy with commitments at home over the past few days ,and so have not been able to  tend to pressing matters at my Botanical Plot -Teza-Ill get to you soon I promise!). And so on that note with a weekend of catch-up before me, I shall take this opportunity, Dear Reader, of wishing you a happy and peaceful weekend.

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The Iroquois hounds, seen here with whipper-in Elizabeth Playforth, met Saturday at Boone Valley

IT wasn’t the best scenting day last Saturday, but the hounds got their run. And if you love to hear hounds’ voices in beautiful countryside, it was a glorious day to be out.

Huntsman Lilla Mason is currently on crutches after a riding injury, so the horn has passed to her mentor, joint-Master Jerry Miller. Saturday’s hounds were the bitch pack of twelve-and-a-half couple, and, after time away from hunting due to deer-hunting season, they were ready to get back to work.

“We’ve got to get them out of the kennel,” Master Miller explained to the field at the meet.

The challenge for Miller–as for anyone stepping in for an injured huntsman–was to “get the hounds’ eyes” and attention on him. In short, the recognize that he was in fact the day’s huntsman, even though he is not the person they generally see carrying the horn.

A quick switch in huntsmen can confuse a pack, and some hounds can be openly skeptical of the “new” huntsman’s authority. The story Clear Creek Beagles whipper-in Jean MacLean told us over the summer about her first experience walking the beagle pack is a perfect example of that!

Jerry had already hunted the dog pack in Lilla’s absence once before deer season, and their first inclination, on getting out of the hound trailer, was to search for Lilla. Simply handing over the horn doesn’t mean the hounds follow automatically. After months, even years, of close training and work with one huntsman, that switch is rarely easy.

“There’s no question that the hounds develop a close personal bond with their huntsman,” Jerry said.

That bond is so close that Lilla is careful not to let the hounds hear her voice while she’s car-following, because it would likely be a major distraction to them.

On Saturday, Jerry explained to the field and whippers-in that he would take the bitch pack to a fairly distant covert, Boyd’s Bottom, for their first draw. It takes about 20 minutes to get from the meet at Boone Valley to Boyd’s Bottom, and Jerry wanted to take that time to let them hounds get familiar with him as huntsman.

“That was the first time I’d hunted the bitches,” Jerry said later. “They’d had the loss of Lilla and then deer-hunting season, so they hadn’t been out for about a week and a half. Now they’re going out with someone strange to them. Even though I know them, they don’t know me. They’re only used to me walking with them. So I took them three or four fields south, and along the way, I kept calling each of their names and making them look at me.

“That sounds like it’s simple, but Lilla can tell you: you can call some of their names, and sometimes, like if they’re mad, they’re not going to look up at you. Some will look up immediately, especially the ones that we got from England, because Lilla hasn’t hunted them many times yet, and they’re used to a man’s voice.

“When we crossed the creek in David Estill’s going towards Boyd’s Bottom, they finally paid attention to me. I could stop and tell one to ‘bike,’ to come back in to me, and they did that. I couldn’t believe it. Why they all of a sudden decided to listen to me, I don’t know, but they did.”

The process of getting the hounds to “connect up” with a new huntsman can be slow, Jerry says, especially when the former huntsman has–as in Lilla’s case–been working closely with the hounds during all their early training and summer work.

“They do respond to me, because I say their names often,” Jerry said. “I did that all day long, saying individual hounds’ names so they could identify with me. But they got all their basics in the summer from Lilla. She knows all about them, and they know her.”

Lilla’s mount Saturday was our car Brabinger, a blue Hyundai Tucson that, while not yet schooled to jump, is a pretty good hilltopper. Plus, he has cup-holders.

(Off topic: Brabinger is named after the unflappable butler from one of our favorite comedy series, “To The Manor Born.” Our other car, the elderly but still very game Jeeves, is named after the wise valet in P. G. Wodehouse’s Jeeves and Wooster books. Highly recommended, as is the BBC television series starring Stephen Fry as Jeeves.)

Car-following has some advantages (see “cup-holders,” above). Your car is unlikely to spook. You can stay pretty comfortable and get a decent overview of the hunt. But it certainly does not compare to the wind-in-your-hair excitement of galloping cross country behind the hounds and the close-up view of good hound work. From our hillside, we couldn’t see the hounds when they struck off on a coyote line and ran along the tree-lined creek below us, but we could hear their spine-tingling cry as it echoed upward towards us.

We now know we missed quite a scene: coyote and hounds swam the creek and the run continued on the south bank. The coyote ran through a field of cattle, jumped a coop, circled back to Boyd’s Bottom, and generally gave the bitch pack plenty of exercise.

On Sunday, we tried the car-following again (this time in a truck), always being careful to stick to solid ground and roadways in order not to cause damage. Sunday’s hounds were the dog pack, consisting of eight couple. Again, the scenting was less than ideal in the warming afternoon, and there were only brief moments when hounds spoke and had a little run. Nonetheless, we had excellent views of the hounds and of the field, as shown below. You’ll spot Paper in an exuberant mood, woolly Sassoon, red-and-white Samson, and the enormous Hawkeye, the latter two among our most recent English imports. At the end of the video, as we’re returning to the meet, Gaelic stops by to say hello to Lilla.

The time off from deer season can make a significant difference to a pack, Jerry explained. Going into the two-week break while the deer-hunters are out, the pack was fit from cubbing. The sudden slowdown in activity can frustrate hounds, and when they do get back to work again, the conditions have changed.

“By the time you get them back out, scenting has completely changed,” Jerry explained. “The deer have gone into rut, the grass is starting to lose a lot of its smells, the leaves are starting to fall, and everything in those coverts is different. That can be a big setback, when you go from full covert to now where the leaves are falling off the trees, it changes everything. I would think it makes scenting better, but it’s the idea that they’ve got to sort it all out.”

These days, the hounds have more new information than usual to sort through: the new scents of late autumn, the changes in coverts, and, for now, a new huntsman. So far, so good.

When I moved to the US back in 2007 I had no idea what Sugar gliders were. I have never even heard of them… Until one day i saw an ad online and i started wondering what they were. So I looked them up and wow they just stole my heart from the 1st pic I saw So I decided to get sugar gliders into my life. I didn’t really spend so much time reading about them “Bigs Mistake”, i just knew they were nocturnal and have to kept in pairs or they get depressed and die So my adventure began by purchasing 2 female sugar gliders! I picked a Sugar glider Mama and a lil Joey who was still nursing cause i didn’t want to separate them… So we finally got home and i was so excited and want to play with my cute little ones… Mmm yea not gonna happen!!! The poor little things are scent bonding and to them I was this HUGE scary human that they are not used to, so they were really scared of me and every time i try to open their little pouch they would just make this SCARY LOUD NOISE to keep me away yea i was so sad and really felt hated… So I decided I’m not gonna let them win by scaring me away and started reading more and found out i needed to spend a LOT of time trying 2 bond to them, by carrying them all day on me in their little pouch while they are sleeping so they get used to my scent. The whole process wasn’t easy as I thought.It took about 2 months to eventually get them 2 trust me! It was frustrating… I would talk to them and give them treats in the day and it was so heart lifting when they actually took the little grape from my hand for the very first time You feel so rewarded to hear them chirping happily!!

Sugar Gliders are very social and so you will have to really spend a lot of time playing with them. They are not the right pet for everyone even though they are really super cute! so if you are thinking about getting a couple please do your homework!!! They are difficult to deal with. they bark at night… yes you read that right! They bark just like a little puppy in the middle of the night and you will have to getup and walk out of your cozy bed and go talk or play with them lol So are you ready for this challenge??? If you are up 2 it maybe we can chat a little more about them and i can give you some tips on bonding and how to care for them and build rewarding friendship that will always make you smile!

The smell of cigarettes kills my soul and makes me ill. I’m sorry for the children who will undergo gene therapy to have their TRPA1 gene shut off. Science Daily wants us to know that some people cough habitually because they are constantly exposed to cigarette smoke and other crap in the air. I think they’re all just unhealthy. Eat more broccoli, it rebuilds liver cells.

But more about air, I am a Libra and am extremely susceptible to air. There are people on this earth who walk by me and emit no scent. Most people do have scent though. Give me a scent and I am violently taken back to another time.

Ah, I digress. So there are protein receptors on our lungs and they are activated by acrolein and other crap and trigger a coughing reaction. We are a chain reaction. Life is a big fat chain reaction. Let the dominoes fall…

Oh and yea,

hooked on True Grace.

‘hearth’

‘log fire’

‘black tea’

‘cedar’

yum.

You’ve gone to the airport to pick up Mommy. She is giddy with her conquests and her new promotion. She spent 3 days and 4 nights with the newest client’s CEO and literally had her brains fucked out. He skull fucked her and used her anally and vaginally until she could no longer walk. She spent a day recuperating in her hotel suite before boarding a plane to return home. The flight back was yet another 18 hours worth until she flew into the local terminal. You get her luggage from the carousel and walk her out to the car in the garage on the 5^th level. Your small chit-chat helps to place her at ease. She’s been worried about her return since she was so wholly used by the Chinaman. She had called you and told you everything just before leaving. You seemed a little shocked by her stamina, but I also saw the resolve in your eyes as you decided to place your plan into effect.

“She should be healed just enough to allow for a decent rape. She seems too happy to have been with him for 4 nights. She needs to know her place around here! She may be the major bread-winner, but I’m still in charge! She will find this out all too soon!”

I hear you return home with her and help her get settled in. You tell her that you have a few things to take care of at the office and will call to let you know when you’ll be home. From my vantage point, I hear her busying herself with unpacking and sorting her clothing. I hear her talking to herself about her thoughts: “I’m so glad to be home! That Chinaman was brutal to me, but it was so worth the abuse.”

At this point I begin recording her. I think you may want to hear what she has to say: “Even though he was only 4” long and kinda small, he did have one hell of a tongue. God, I can’t wait to be with Dlg and Vixen and feel their expert tongues as they soothe and relax me. I wonder how the new girl feels….and tastes. The way he sounded over the phone, he seemed rather satisfied. She is fine looking, and those legs are kinda nice! Ahhh, I’m sure I can bring her over to my side! He won’t know what hit him. I’ll wait for his call, get a shower, clean up and wait for him on the couch. I really need to feel him between my legs tonight. I need to try to regain my power over him. This Jenny seems to hold sway over him and I need to be in control, not her.”

I notice that Dlg has slipped in behind me and has been listening intently. I ask her if she thinks the rape will have the desired affect. She knows it will. She also knows that soon, sooner than imaginable, she and I will be in control, not either of them. The taping and filming will be our assurance. Mommy has no idea and Daddy will be blindsided. Before long, Dlg, Vixen and I will have Everything we want.

You call me to let me know you are on your way. Then the house phone rings. I hear Mommy repeat, “One hour, OK Baby, I’ll be ready for you! I miss you so much and can’t wait to feel you deep inside me!” She goes to the bathroom to shower and we enter the living room to finish wiring it for sound and video. I know you only specified the bedroom, but we have other plans. The whole place is now wired like it was the “Big Brother” house. Night vision cameras, regular, wide angle, zoom, etc. Thank you so much for the funds to make it all happen. I really wasn’t expecting so much for a consulting fee, but it came in handy for wiring this place.

Mommy exits the shower and I see her body is toned and she is shaved bald. I can’t wait to tease that! Dlg and I saw the entire shower scene, as she douched and shaved for you. She even gave herself an enema to ensure total cleanliness. She really wants you to be pleased tonight. Her legs are freshly waxed, pussy nice and bald, and her breast augmentation is one of the best I’ve ever seen. Her body isn’t really built for much more than the C cup that she is, but the nipple placement is perfect! I’m sure you paid a lot for them.

As we admire her getting ready, Dlg places her palm on my belly and slips her fingers just under my waistband. Then her hand slips lower and finds me quite wet. She smiles knowingly and her other hand slips in to help me out of my shorts. She places her mouth on my bald pussy and brings me slowly to orgasm. I shudder as her tongue works me expertly and makes me want to return the treat. I see Mommy head for the couch. I know I’m supposed to call you, but you’ll just have to wait. Dlg needs my attention right now, and I desire her taste. She is dripping wet and needs my tongue. I flick her clit and she comes immediately. I continue to suck and lick her, bringing her back to orgasm again. She cums for 3 minutes as I work her clit and g-spot. Now that we have both had a small release, we can focus on Mommy.

I call you to let you know she is ready. Less than a minute later, I hear the door kicked in. Mommy, startled sits up to find a ski-masked man standing over her. You push her back down roughly and hiss at her to Shut Up Bitch! You grab her wet hair and pull it into the couch cushions so that her chin is forced up and back exposing her throat. You hold a blade to her throat and tell her to stay quiet, or you’ll slit her throat and then fuck her as she lays there, dying. The look in her eyes tells you that you have complete control over her. You move the knife to the sash holding the flimsy robe shut and cut it off. The blade is so sharp, that there is little resistance as it cuts through the material. Mommy knows it will cut her quickly and her body loses all of it fight. You trace the blade tip from navel to breast, tracing each nipple, returning to he navel and then gliding to her bald lips. As the blade moves, the tip breaks the skin in several places, causing little droplets of blood to appear. As the crop up, you lick each one away, causing her flesh to produce goose bumps. Her body is quickly betraying herself. The final beads of blood form on her pussy lips. You lick these off and she gasps. You grip on her hair tightens. “What did you say bitch?”

“Nothing.” She whispers with a shaking voice. You like the effect the knife is having so you play it around her lips and inner thighs a little more, licking the blood droplets each time they form. This causes more gasps, and you smell her pussy as it begins to dampen. “You like that bitch?”

“Uh!”

“You ain’t supposed to enjoy a rape, so I’m gonna have to change this up a little!”  You trace the knife tip to the inside of her lips and you see her body tense and then relax as she feels the tip dig in. You tongue the blood as it flows a little from her tensing movement as it nicked her slightly. Your sucking causes some more dampness as you cause the blood to engorge her lips and clit. “This isn’t working! You’re getting too excited! You produce another knife; this one is dull and causes pain as it cuts. You drag the blade along her thighs and the pain causes Mommy to cry out in pain. “Shut up bitch! Unless you want me fill your mouth with something!” She whimpers in pain as you cut her a little more. I notice there isn’t any pressure on the blade, and the cuts are only superficial, but she doesn’t know this. The pain is causing her to wiggle some. “Stop wiggling Bitch!”

The blade tip enters the lip folds and she feels its sharpness but there is no cutting. You work it in and out a little and see the fear in her eyes. Your hand is still on her hair and she is totally in your control. “Sit up Bitch!” She complies as you allow her to do so, without releasing your grip. She tries to take a swing at you and you catch her hand as you yank back on her hair. “Another try at that and mister knife won’t just play with your lips; he’ll fuck you to the hilt!” Her fight dissipates. “Unzip my pants, Cunt!” She shakily obeys. “Remove my cock, Cunt!” Again, obedience. “Suck it, CUNT!” She tentatively takes the tip in her mouth. As it passes her teeth slowly, you forcibly grab the back of her head with your other hand and ram your full length down her throat. She gags as you tell her that she better not puke on you or the knife will be inserted deep inside her. She can no longer fight back the gag reflex and she pukes up on your groin. “Now you’re in big trouble, CUNT!” She doesn’t see it, but you have removed a small instrument that resembles a butter knife, but all sharp edges have been removed. You quickly insert this in her vagina and she cries out in anticipation of the pain it should cause. She blinks in disbelief as there is no searing pain from a laceration. You work the “Knife” in and out a few times and then withdrawal it with a warning, “It’s a dummy knife this time, Cunt, but next time it’ll be the real thing! Now suck me deep, Cunt! I wanna feel your tonsils tickling me!” This time she is ready and takes your full length repeatedly until you release deep in her throat. “Milk me dry Bitch!” She willingly complies.

“Honey, come out here!” As you call to me, I walk out, dressed in a leather outfit. My breasts, pussy and ass are fully exposed, but I am otherwise, unidentifiable. Sit on the couch, Slave!” I sit. “Slave, spread your legs so Cunt can have a good taste!” My legs are spread wide in anticipation of Mommy’s practiced tongue. “Get on all fours, Cunt! Eat that pussy like it’s your last meal, cause it just might be, unless you can make her pass out from orgasm!” Mommy eats my pussy like the pro she is. Her tongue brings me to orgasm quickly and powerfully. She then begins to work my clit and I feel her tongue seeking my g-spot. Her fingers enter me as she ramps up my excitement. “Cunt, I’m gonna fuck your ass while you eat Honey. Don’t forget, I want her passed out so I can finish raping you, You Fucking Cunt!” I see your face and the smile behind the mask as you roughly enter her ass. I feel her tongue dive deep with every stroke. Her tongue and fingers are like magical wands and the sight of you raping her ass and abusing her make me feel delirious. I am beginning to feel the effect of her tongue and realize she is building within me, a huge release. She is really talented and I now know where Dlg got her skills from. I feel it start in the pit of my gut and work it’s way to my pussy. The explosions in my head cause me to black out and when I return to consciousness, I see you pounding her ass still. She is crying out in pain and ecstasy as you pleasure and scare her at the same time. You pull out of her ass and enter her sopping wet pussy. You bottom out in her and then fully withdrawal, only to re-enter your full length as you complete your control over her. One last surprise as you produce a 12” black dildo. You hand it to me and tell me, “Rape the Cunt’s ass with this!” I forcibly insert it and she cries out in pain. She has never had a double penetration (DP) like this and it is stretching her to her limits and then some. I ram 10” into her ass and then stroke 6” of it while you continue to rape her. She finally begins to orgasm. You whisper hoarsely in her ear, “Cunt, your body betrays you again. I think you like this too much. I think I’m gonna keep doing both holes until you pass out. When you wake up, I’m gonna start all over again. Oh, an if you think hubby is coming home….” Her eyes wide in fear, she whispers, “What have you done to him?” “Don’t you worry about him right now, he’s fine. He’s unable to help you right now, but he’s fine.”

“If you hurt him….”

“What?! What will you do, Cunt? Lay here and let me fuck you to death? Let me cut your pussy until you bleed to death? You should be so lucky! Nah! I’m gonna DP you until you pass out! Then I’m gonna wake you with more pain as Honey inserts the next size up until you agree to be my slave, forever!”

“Fuck You!” as she spits out the words.

“No, Cunt, FUCK YOU!” as you re-enter her pussy and I insert the next size up. She passes out from the pain and betraying orgasm. You tell me to remove that one and put in the next size up. The pain from the stretching awakens her. We rape her over and over as she passes out and then awakens in more pain. Finally, after 10 hours of rape, she finally realizes that she would rather be a slave than be dead. She actually likes the pain and begins to desire it.  That’s good, because the next step was to be a TP. You were going to insert two dildos in her ass and step up thru those sizes.

She tells you in a sweet, raspy voice, “Master, I’m all yours. Do with me as you pleasure. I’m am willing to do whatever you desire.” With this, you remove your mask, and she at first seems appalled and then her smile returns. “I understand why. You needed to bring me back under control after my trip. Dlg and Vixen made me too brazen and I thought I could do anything. I know you are my master now and I wish to serve you in whatever way you see fit. When do I get to meet Jenny?”

“You already met her, kinda. You feasted on her exquisite pussy and caused her to pass out tonight.”

“OMG, she was extremely tasty. When may I have more of her?”

“Now, in fact, Dlg is going to join the 3 of us. It’s going to be family feast night. We will have this at least one night a week, depending on cycles, of course. This is my decree as master. I had to rape Dlg last week after we talked because she needed to be taught that I’m the Daddy! Jenny has been a willing slave and now you’re my willing slave.”

“May we retire now? I really need to taste them both and would love to feast on the crème pies you will leave in them.”

“In due time, Cunt!”

What you don’t know, is that I recorded that entire scene. If she really wanted to, your ass could be grass. I intend to use it to my advantage to secure my financial future. Now that I am “family”, I just want a little incestual, consensual sex with Mommy, Daddy, and Sis. I take Mommy’s hand and pull her toward me. We kiss and make out as you and Dlg do likewise. My hand is in Mommy and your cock is already in Dlg as you can’t get enough of her, ever.

We take our places in bed: Me and Mommy in our 69, you and Dlg in your missionary. The incestual love-fest has begun. Only Dlg and I know it is being recorded in infrared. You only think it is being recorded in simple digital format. We have this streaming live over a direct link to Anna and Vixen. They have enjoyed and gotten off on the entire show so far. My (and Dlg’s) plan is in full effect.  We hope to manipulate the two of you into being our slaves, for life. We know you’ll comply, but it will take time and patience. Right now, we are going to enjoy the fruits of our collective labors. My God, but Mommy’s pussy is delicious. Dlg was right; it’s almost like the nectar of the gods. I am getting intoxicated on its richness and flavor. I wish I could figure a way to bottle it and sell it…..hmmm…there’s an idea.

Mommy’s tongue is sending me back to heights that I thought were only possible once in a lifetime. If I lose control, I know I’ll become the pivot girl. Like that is such a bad thing. I see only in tunnel vision and her tongue’s action is my sole focus. I feel it penetrating my folds as she probes my g-spot, bringing me to heights reserved only for me in my privacy. Her skilled tongue activates my g-spot and causes the cum to flow. It isn’t a raging hard orgasm, but a long continuous one. She craftily works her tongue, teeth, lips and fingers to keep me cumming but not too hard. I reach a point and she backs off, then attacks with new fury, then backs off. I orgasm for 15 minutes straight! I long for the “big one” but am so enjoying the effects of the lasting orgasm. Then the focus changes and I know she is going to bring me to my highest peak yet. Even before I reach it I feel like I’m losing control. I can’t complete a word, let alone a whole sentence. My body is shaking and quivering and shuddering as the orgasm builds in intensity. I hear her ask you to enter my ass as she feasts on my pussy. She directs Dlg to sit on my face and tweak my nipples. All my senses are engulfed by sex and I am already your pivot girl as you drive me to my most powerful overwhelming orgasm yet. As I begin to travel farther down my vision tunnel, I taste Dlg’s cum on my lips as she joins me in cumming. The taste of my sister, the fullness of your cock in my ass, and the wild sensation of Mommy’s tongue and fingers in and on my clit and pussy drive me to lose complete control! I feel my cum squirt from me, and I feel a strange glowing warmth all over. These feelings help to intensify what I am feeling and tasting, which acts in a vicious circle causing me to orgasm even harder. Each one playing on the other until I can no longer stand it’s intensity. I pass out from sheer sensory overload as Daddy begins to fill my anal cavity with his cum; Dlg’s own orgasm is flooding my mouth and nose, and Mommy orchestrating the entire show. She may be Daddy’s slave, but right now, she is my conductor. Daddy keeps stroking me while I’m out, depositing his entire load inside me. After 5 minutes, his load injected deep inside me, he rolls off, to feast on Mommy’s soaking wet slit. Dlg is sucking the crème pie from my ass as I awaken from my sensory overload. I feel her fingers and tongue probing and then the sucking to remove every last drop. She rolls it around her mouth before snowballing it to me. I savor Daddy’s taste combined with my ass and then offer it to Mommy. She kisses me on the lips and sucks it from my mouth, rolling it around her mouth, savoring it before swallowing it. I kiss the first pussy that presents itself and find it is Dlg’s tasty treat and spread my own legs for Mommy. Mommy’s ass is in the air and I see Daddy enter her pussy from behind. I love family feast night. I can’t wait for the next one and this one isn’t even over yet.

As the night progresses, I taste each pussy many times, until I look Daddy in the eyes, and then give him the pleasure from me, he has been patiently waiting for. His cock in my mouth has many flavors on it. I can taste Dlg’s pussy and ass, Mommy’s pussy and ass, and even my own pussy and ass. Daddy took a quick run thru all 6 holes before presenting it to me as a trophy. I know he wants the back of my throat, but I pull up and whisper in his ear, “I know you want Vixen right now, but you’ll have to go through all of us before you can have her. She’s mine until I say you can have her. Right now, I’m going to blow your mind. You know how I passed earlier? Well, your next. Be prepared, because you’re about to be abused. As I’m whispering in his ear and stroking his cock, playing with his balls, Mommy and his precious Dlg are busy applying restraints. He doesn’t even realize it until they tighten them up and are removing the slack, stretching his limbs out, spread eagle.

You and Mommy marvel at the elaborate pulley system we have installed. I flip a couple of levers and slide a few bars, a presto!  You see your legs being pulled toward your arms causing everyone to have full access to your entire body. At this point you realize what type of abuse you are about to endure. You try to struggle, but become acutely aware of a band tightening around your chest. You give up the struggle, but your mouth is still in protest. I give you 3 options: 1. Be quiet; 2. Dlg or Mommy will gag you by sitting on your face (but you must remain quiet); 3. Ball gag with hole and tubing inserted. Tubing to be attached to a device that will capture your cum and force feed it to you. You marvel at my arsenal, and agree to what is behind door #2. You ask for Dlg and she seats herself on your face. I begin licking and teasing your strong shaft, while Mommy begins to lick your ass. You can’t see she is readying a small array of dildos, starting with a small one and building up to the large monster you assaulted her with earlier, 10 graduating sizes in all. You are in for the ass raping of your life, and are totally oblivious to it as Dlg rides your tongue.

My tongue works it’s magic up and down your sword, flicking the tip and sucking your balls, until I see the large glob of precum appear. Mommy takes it and applies it to the first toy, and places it against your ass hole. You start to cry out in protest, but I remind you of your other options. You quickly quiet down and decide to relax and see if you might enjoy it. The first one is actually quite enjoyable. You actually desire its presence. My mouth is now inching its way slowly down your length as I engulf you entirely. Mommy readies the next size and makes the switch, your eyes widen a slight bit with the pressure, but you decide you like its feeling too. You are turning into the man whore I need you to be. Soon you will be my slave. The chain will have begun and I will control all, even Dlg, but she will succumb at a later date. Daddy, you will be my bitch tonight.

Mommy makes the switch to the 3^rd size and you start to realize what is happening. You don’t like it, but also don’t want the alternative, even though I know, by the 5^th or 6^th size, you’ll be gagged anyway. Mommy is really enjoying this, almost too much. I leave your shaft and lick her pussy a few times to settle her down. I tell her to switch me spots and I will administer the remaining sizes. She smiles and complies. The 4^th one has you in tears as it stretches and enlarges your previously virgin hole. Fingers and tongues only, but not now. 4^th one exits and 5^th one enters. You bravely endure it’s girth as the tears roll down your cheeks, but I know what is coming, a monster even for your wife, but she took it, and so will you. The remainders have a tapered girth designed to allow for gradual insertion. As the 6^th one enters, you think it is still the 5^th, until you sense the increasing pressure. You cry out in pain and plead, “No more, please.”

“Bitch, what did I tell you? Shut the fuck up, or the gag is yours!” As I shove it deeper, your whimpering increases. But to my surprise, you endure it. I work it in and out for 10 minutes until I no longer hear your whimpering. You are actually enjoying it! “You like that too much! Don’t worry, there’s still 4 more!” Number 7 enters and you cry out as it rips and tears you. I ask Dlg to apply the gagging device and Mommy continues to stroke you until you cum enough to fill the tube. I stroke and Mommy strokes. More pain and more cum emerge, as it begins to trickle in your mouth. I have no pity on you as I move directly to #9, completely skipping 8. Mommy gasps as the monster enters, realizing what a real prick you were to her. I roughly shove it’s full 8 inches inside you, listening to your muffled pain. Dlg sucks your balls as Mommy strokes you to another orgasm. This one is violent as your prostrate is being fully massaged at this point. It causes you to get quiet or choke as you consume your prior loads as they are shoved violently in your mouth. Now I show you number 10. First, I take it’s tip in my mouth, and then begin to engulf its length. I manage to take 12 of it’s 14” down my throat. As I pull it’s length from my mouth, I shudder in orgasm. Dlg enjoys its flavor and remarks that you would have enjoyed it more, if that damn gag wasn’t in the way. I begin to insert #10. You’re almost bawling as I push harder. I meet resistance at 11 inches and stroke it 8 of the 11 inches. Your ass is ripped and torn and bloodied. Dlg takes a pinch of salt and applies it to the wound. This causes so much pain that you pass out. I remove all the toys and gags, but not the restraints. I return you to spread eagle and await your revival. I am lovingly sucking you when you awaken and ask for me. You start to say that I was wrong in doing that, and I look at mommy to have her reposition your legs. I produce #10 and reinsert it. You whisper for me to come near, and you lovingly ask me to be your master. “Master, I will be your slave and do your bidding. Please continue to abuse me at your leisure.” I continue to stroke in and out, as I stroke you up and down until your final massive release splatters all over your groin. I command Mommy to lick you clean, assuming my role as her dom also. She obeys and lovingly begins to clean you. Save it all and give it to Dlg as an offering. She will also be your dom. I better not hear of any attempts to subvert my authority and return the power to Daddy. I AM the chief dom here and my power will not be usurped, not by anyone.

Anna, you and Vixen can come over and join us now. You look surprised. I inform you of the surveillance that was in place in this room only. I tell you how Anna and Vixen enjoyed the live feed and spent the night watching it and pleasuring each other. It excites you to know that they will be here soon. “You may only touch Vixen if I say so. She is my property, not yours. Your only property is Mommy. Here’s the pecking order, from lowest to top: Mommy, Daddy, Anna, Vixen, and Dlg, ME!” Anna. Vixen and Dlg have already been established for over a week. I only needed the final 2 rungs to complete the ladder. Now that we are all aware of the chain, we are going to have a 48 hour long orgy to celebrate my conquests. There will be no doms or subs for 2 days as we feast on whomever happens to be spread before us. Eat and fuck all you want. I surely will. Daddy, I want your cock in my pussy first and I want Vixen’s pussy on my face, Anna’s pussy on my left hand and Dlg’s pussy on my right. If Mommy can find it, I’d love her tongue in my ass. Then we’ll fuck and suck from there.

I determine that with my legs in the air and all other parties assembled, I can have my desires met and get well fucked by Daddy’s well hung sword. Vixen’s pussy is fabulous, as always and Dlg and Anna are riding my fingers. Mommy’s tongue is buried in my ass, as I begin to cum. Daddy fills my pussy and then all others move away as he kisses my face, tasting Vixen.

I tell him to take her for the next hour and I will come to take her from him. Until that time, she is completely and totally his. He thanks me profusely and takes her to the couch, where filming continues. The entire 3 days are captured on film and I have enough footage for $7 million worth of porn films. Combine that with the internet releases and subscriptions, I should take well over $25 Million!! Dlg and I will split it 70 – 30 per our contractual agreement and further footage will be split 80 – 20, per our written contract. She knows we are already rich from our current stuff, but the future will be oh so bright.

I smell things. Most things, in fact. If I’m eating something new, guaranteed I’m going to sniff it before I put it in my mouth. I smell people too. And yes, I will judge you based on that smell. The same goes for houses, laundry, cars, pets, new electronics, locker rooms…I always inhale.

The following are my top 10 smells. I defy you to come up with a superior list.

1. Toast.

2. Hot asphalt that has been sprayed with a hose. Preferably in the summer, preferably while washing your car and listening to classic rock.*

*It’s my list. I’ll be as specific as I want.

3. Rain.

4. Grass; this includes freshly-cut grass as well as wild grass that has been baking under the sun all day.

5. Any baked good containing apples.

6. Jasmine.

7. Men’s deodorant.

8. Woodsmoke.

9. Books, whether a fresh new paperback or an old, crinkly-paged novel I found at a used book store. They just smell interesting.

10. Sunscreen. So. Damn. Nostalgic.

An old commercial that I’ve only now come to love. Did not love “Coco Avant Chanel”, but absolutely heart  Jean Pierre Jeunet’s commercial (really, a short film) for Coco’s iconic scent.

Chanel Nº5 is a scent I associate with my mother. She used to wear it when I was younger. As such, it’s a perfume I would never dream of wearing until I’m in my late thirties. For now, my top three scents:

VERSACE Versense

Was browsing through fragrances in Holt Renfrew last summer, and the lady recommended this one after I tried on the Marc Jacobs Splash in Cucumber. Loved it then, love it now. It’s light and refreshing, just the right amount of citrus so that it’s not cloying (for me, anyway). Best to spray it on the clothes you plan on wearing the night before.

PHILOSOPHY Falling In Love

Been wearing this scent for two years, and I fall in love with it every time I use it. It’s sweet (vanilla). It’s floral (jasmine). It’s just absolutely perfect. Doesn’t last all day, but you can buy it in a cute little size that you can stash away in your purse.

LOLITA LEMPICKA Lolita Lempicka

I judge books by their covers, so it’s not really out of character for me to judge perfumes by their bottles too. Lolita Lempicka perfumes come in bottles inspired by whimsy. This scent is a little more potent than the first two. It’s a little sharper, a little sweeter, a lot more magical. Don’t love the other Lolita perfumes as much, but the bottles are just as pretty…

These days, the vast majority of men and women consider a quick squirt of their favourite perfume or aftershave an intrinsic part of their morning ritual. You could argue that the criteria for the scent you wear each day should purely be based around the smell that you, yourself, find most pleasing; but the marketing of fragrances means that they are considered a key tool in alluring a partner and therefore at either a conscious or sub-conscious level we are all buying fragrances that we hope will please others too.

So, from this can we deduce that fragrances were developed to assist in our mating rituals? Actually no – the history of perfume actually has more spiritual roots, originally created for religious purposes to honour the gods. It is recorded that ancient civilisations dating as far back as 7000 years ago were using fragrance as part of their offerings to their countless deities. Fires were created, to which were added a fragrant ‘pot pourri’ of aromatic wood, incense, gum resins, herbs and spices and people walked through the smoke to wear the perfume. In fact, the word perfume stems from the Latin term per fumum, meaning “through smoke”.

It was from these origins that the concept of perfume arose, with techniques for extracting and preserving fragrances through boiling, pressing, drying, distillation and even blending with fats practised throughout the ancient world. However it was not until Roman monks discovered the distillation of alcohol that perfume production, in the true sense of the word, became possible.

The multi-million pound industry that we know today perhaps began its journey in earnest in the 18th century, with the establishment of a number of perfume houses. Techniques were improved and the “juices” as perfumers called their products became more sophisticated, and throughout the ages women have loved perfume including many famous women of our times.

At one time fragrance was a luxury for royalty; in 800BC, The Queen of Sheba used perfume to seduce King Solomon. Catherine de Medici – future wife of Henry II – bought her own perfumer with her as part of her entourage when she came to Britain, and she even established a perfume laboratory in Provence! Queen Elizabeth I was famous for her love of perfume; her clothes, gloves and shoes were steeped in the fragrance from damask roses and even the rooms of her palaces were sprinkled with scent.

Perhaps these historical women were the forerunners of today’s celebrities whose names are now closely associated with fragrance – albeit for more commercial reasons! Kylie, J Lo, Sarah Jessica Parker, Sean Paul and even Jade Goody have all placed their monikers on a bottle of scent! In fact, it could be argued that in today’s culture there are some who see celebrity as an almost ‘god-like’ status, so perhaps we haven’t come that far from the religious roots of perfume all those thousands of years ago.

Just like our wardrobes with each season our scent should vary as well. The winter-time crisp, cool air allows us to be a bit more bold in choosing our perfumes. Think about it… mid-summer, with the humidity level at it’s highest, the last thing we want to do is suffocate ourselves with a strong scent-which is why we usually opt for lighter, floral scents. However, come winter time just as we begin to layer our clothes, add the tights and accessorize with scarfs (or snoods), our scents should coincide and become a bit stronger as well.

I’ve been to the best place on earth (Sephora) and I sniffed around to find the best winter scent for me- I simply could not decide. Instead  I found something amazing… A fragrance sampler for everyone to test out and determine their own “signature scent”. Enjoy!

*The fragrance sampler shown here from Sephora includes: Aquolina-Pink Sugar, Donna Karan-Cashmere Mist, Juicy Couture-Viva la Juicy, Prada-Infusion D’Iris, Dior-Addict 2, Emilio Pucci-Vivara Variazioni Acqua 33,Kenzo- Kenzo Flower, Stella McCartney-Stella Nude, Dolce & Gabbana-Light Blue, Harajuku-Lovers G, Michael Kors-Very Hollywood, and Versace-Bright Crystal

First off, what could be better than I nice, hot shower?  Whether waking up in the warming or relaxing before going to bed, it has to be up there with my highlights of the day. 

My favourite part is pouring soap on to my loofah and getting it all soapy.  The combination of the hot water and the scent of the bath soap just tops it all.

Now, when it comes to choosing a favourite scent I cannot. My bathroom shelf is filled with so many different scents from fruit to floral to spices. I am very much used to getting some sort of bath product every birthday or Christmas and I never get tired of it. It gives me the chance to try so many scents without having to pay for all of the ones that I would love to buy!

I do have a pattern to what scents come out at what time. During the summer time I tend to lather up with invigorating scents like pomegranate, mango, and tropical combinations. Currently I am winding down with cucumber and peach scents. Eventually when the winter season is here I will suds up with the scents of the season, vanilla and green tea.

I am sure there are people out there who love there scented soaps just as much, if not more, than myself. With my love for scents, I also tend to notice what scents other people are using, or lack of. So on that thought, do not forget to go lather up with a different scent than you have tried before and smile.  : )

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It is finally Friday morning! I can’t believe how fast the time has past. Just last night as I was taking out the garbage (as part of my household chores) I met with the neighbor taking his out also. His wife was in the shower and he had about a half hour to fill. (Fill me, that is.) I stood on the first step on his deck so that my ass was at his level. I bent over to touch the next step with the palms of my hands and bid him to enter me. My pussy was instantly wet as I bent over and his manhood slid right in. He entered me to his balls and then rested inside. I could feel the throbbing as his heart beat caused it to pulse inside of me. It damn near brought me to orgasm just from the pulsations. Then he began to slowly, tantalizingly slow, stroke n and out until on the 10^th or 11^th stroke, I came hard! He then began to abuse my pussy with fast, deep thrusts that bruised my insides as he bottomed out against my cervix. I swear he must have grown an additional inch longer since earlier this week! I can’t wait to see him abuse his wife in the same manner. I am going to insist on it. In fact, at the risk of being brought up on kidnapping charges, I am going to restrain his wife until he is satisfied.

We both part ways after my being abused by his sword. I know he’ll be satisfied until tomorrow and she’ll suspect nothing until it is too late. I step inside the back door and your wife wants to know what took me so long to take out the garbage. I tell her of my neighborly service and she begins to grin. She then tells me that I am to be banished to the backyard for the night and not to have any contact with her family or the neighbor either. I am to find my own shelter and place to sleep, since I acted on my own without gaining prior approval. At first I am hurt and distressed at her banishment, but then I begin to work on a plan.

The lights go off for the night and I hear moaning coming from their bedroom. Good! Sex!  I decide to take a walk around the neighborhood. It is only 10:30 and I pass the occasional dog walker, and young couple out for an evening stroll. As I pass the same couple a second time, they ask if I am lost. I tell them my brief history of how I found myself in this situation and they offer me a bed for the night; theirs! I agree and follow them home. They live directly behind ToTo and are vaguely aware of the debauchery that has been going on for the past 2 weeks. They have often talked about inviting another woman into their relationship, but didn’t know how to go about it. Now they have a chance to try it out without the embarrassment of asking an acquaintance and being turned down.

As we get to the side door, I grab the wife’s hand and pull her to me to kiss her. It is a light kiss that develops into an all out make out session. The husband is staring on in disbelief and excitement as he begins to realize the erotic possibilities and the immense hard on he has. We break the kiss and turn to go inside. The wife (Patty) goes to the kitchen to make coffee, while John and I sit on the couch to chat. As we chat, I stroke his inner thigh and crotch. I lean in to kiss him, knowing that Patty is watching us. It is immediately a passionate, wanton kiss. My hand slips beneath his waistband and I grasp his cock. I feel his gasp and then his intensified kiss. Then I pull back and look at Patty and wink. She smiles and licks her lips. This is going to be another sleepless night.

Patty brings us all coffee and then sits on my right side. I am now between them. We chat about me and how I got involved in this. We go to the computer and I show them my flickr account and the stories and encounters I’ve had. Even at 18, I am more experienced then the 2 of them in their mid twenties. They wonder aloud if I would ever consider moving out here to stay with them in their employ. I would consider this, if it meant I could spend some more time with Vixen, and I express this to them. They tell me that a contract could be drawn up for my employment as a domestic servant, complete with salary and “run of the house”. It is definitely something to consider. I bet I could really make a great living at this until I tired of it.

John and Patty go to the garage for a minute and then return with some restraints. They tell me that I will spend the majority of my night as their “toy”. I am excited and a little afraid. I agree and they take me to their bedroom. Patty undresses me and John attaches the restraints to my wrists and ankles. While he is at my feet, he reaches up with his tongue and flicks my clit. I gasp out and then Patty kisses me. They ask me to lie on the bed on my back and they finish incarcerating me. I am now available and fully accessible to them both.

Patty sits on my face and I begin to eat her. As she nears her first orgasm, she leans over to begin to pleasure me. Her 69 is just what I needed. As I enjoy her tongue and pussy, John enters her from behind, just above my face. I lick his balls as he strokes in and I hear him moan. His hands knead my breasts and I feel my orgasm build until I finally burst. I hear Patty say, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” what deliciously sweet cum she has John. You need to taste her! Now! John circles around and begins to eat me, and proclaims that I am sweeter than Patty. Patty agrees and they begin to both feast on me.

Patty gets up and adjusts my restraints so that my legs are being pulled toward my hands, fully exposing my pussy and ass to them both. John begins to prep my ass for penetration as Patty returns to her feast. John enters me gently at first and then becomes more deliberate in his assault. I want to cry out in pain, but Patty’s tongue is causing me such pleasure that I find myself wanting even more pain. I tell John to fuck me as hard as he can. I feel him entering me roughly and deeply as he drives as deep as he can. I am getting all 8 inches as he begins fuck me like a savage. I knew he would, because I was beginning to find out how to trigger the savage response in a man. Give him what he wants, and then beg him for his fantasy. He was practically raping my ass, as Patty was furiously feasting on me. Believe it or not, I was in full control here. They were my sex slaves! I was trying to ignore it and control it, but my mind was giving into my body’s need for the release that was inevitable. I decided that I was ready to soak the sheets and give these two what they also needed: the satisfaction of a job well done. I began to moan deeply and shake at first. Soon I was quaking with every touch and stroke. My moans turned to screams as the orgasm bore down on me and ripped me apart. I ejaculated all over Patty’s face and John’s groin and the sheets were soaked. John continued to violate my ass savagely, renewed by the cum and the satisfaction of seeing me cum. Patty moved until her pussy was over my mouth and she ground down on my face, making me eat her. My gasping and writhing produced the desired effect as she orgasmed strongly. The continued fucking from John, kept my arousal so high that I continued to bring Patty to orgasm after orgasm. My screaming was muffled by her muff as she filled my mouth with her bald lips and clit. My moaning set off one orgasm after the next. I may have been in control of them, but I was out of control of myself.

I don’t fully remember what happened next, and can only piece together based on our collective memories. John said that Patty had orgasmed for about a full minute just as he was about to explode. He said that I was writhing around almost uncontrollably (which is why Patty sat and ground on my face) and it was driving him beyond control. He said that the loss of control and the deep thrusting caused him to swell to dimensions that he had never before experienced. This caused even deeper thrusting and a wantonness that was taking over him. He felt animalistic and that scared him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He saw some tearing around my ass and some blood and this drove him to thrust even deeper, harder and faster. He was raping me and enjoying it.  He was going to literally “rip me apart” and he didn’t care. Patty noticed the blood on us and tried to stop him, but he was beyond control, much less stopping. As I continued to moan, it brought Patty back to her orgasmic stupor. Then John felt it. He felt me rip a little more as he swelled bigger. He felt the boiling deep in the pit of his stomach as his balls clenched and his legs began to spasm. He felt the primal sperm race from deep inside and begin the rapid movement down his hard, stroking, ever lengthening shaft. It felt like my 10 inch dildo, but only throbbing and hot.

Patty remembers seeing cum gushing out of my ass with every pulse and stroke. She remembers hearing John groan gutturally, and me screaming even with her pussy in my mouth. It shocked her back to reality long enough to see the look in John’s eyes as he released a torrent of cum inside of me like no man has ever done.

We three collapsed on the bed, John and Patty completely, me as much as my restraints allowed. Patty awoke first and began to address the needs of my ass: cleaning and salving. John caused many rips and tears as he stretched and grew to enormous size like an incredible hulk. She had never seen him like that and it scared and excited her both at the same time. As I came back to consciousness, she and I began to discuss what happened. I told her about the theory I was working on with regard to human primal mind states during sex. She seemed intrigued and we discussed it at some length. I told her what I had done to them and she understood having experienced it firsthand. She was amazed by how much control I had over them and intrigued by how she could control John in much the same way. I told her to try it on him herself. I gave her all my contact info and she still had my flickr account up, so she could friend/family me.

Patty had dressed my wounds and then we settled in beside a still sleeping John, to engage in some heavy petting and kissing. Her touch and kissing were erotic and sensual. I wanted her to go down on me and gently bring me to orgasm. I guided her down there and she looked at me pleadingly. I told her that only my ass was hurt and that her mouth would bring the relief I needed to forget the pain. As she began to feast on me, I began to coax more animal nature from her with my moaning and hand placement. As she began to read my body language, her eyes became glazed over and the look of an animal appeared in her eyes. I then got the tongue lashing, finger probing, teeth biting, orgasm producing feast I so desired. I made Patty into the animal her husband also was and she was so easy. As she reached “her” animal stage, John awoke to see the “look” in her eyes. He reached between her legs and stroked her swollen lips and gave her the release she needed. He also grasped his own hardening cock and stroked it while stroking her. I told him that it was turning me on to see him pleasuring both himself and her. In fact, I told him that he was currently pleasuring 3 people at once, and if my vixen were here, he could pleasure her too with his mouth. That sent him back over the edge, as his fist entered his wife’s pussy, forcibly and his cock became much larger. I could visibly see the growth. These 2 hungry animals were like putty in my hands. I now know more about my impending thesis and am going to have a fine work by the time my senior project is due (in 3 ½ years).

As Patty was driven to orgasm, she brought me to mine. I came for what seemed like an hour, but from the clock radio, knew it was only 17 minutes. (Only?!) Patty and John soon returned to there controlled mind states and realized that I had used them again. I told them that they needed to fuck. I mean really fuck, like 2 animals. They agreed and asked me to help them get there.

I told them no foreplay; that they had plenty already. Just start fucking her and I would coach the rest.  I told her what to say, how, when and where to touch him. I told him the same things and also that as he grew like the hulk, that it would help her free her animal. It should all start with her though. She has more control over the beginning. As she coaxed his animal into view, I saw her’s expose itself. They both began tearing and each other and the fucking intensified to the point of him being 2 inches too long, but finding the brute strength to force it all inside her. I know it means bruising and ripping inside. I know she’ll be sick to her stomach and in excruciating pain for about a week afterwards, but she’ll want it again, and again, and again. Her nails were tearing the flesh on his back, ass and legs, but he never felt it. Her teeth were biting his neck and shoulders to the point of drawing blood, but he didn’t feel that either. Her lips sucked the blood from him as she craved it like a vampire. All he felt was his own swelling and her tightness.

I could see it begin. Her lips sucking his blood, her pussy lips sucking his cock. Him being sucked and fucked as never before. Her sucking and fucking like never before. Each desire being met and supplied. Complete and total satisfaction and the realization of this caused their mutual orgasm. Patty began first and as her pussy muscles clamped down, and her teeth sunk deeper, John felt his begin. He unleashed a fury that somehow had escaped me. He tore into her pussy with all his might and surpassed the hilt. He completely tore her from pussy to ass with his fervor and pumped her so full that even I wondered where it all came from. It was twice what he had delivered to me and it was thick and hot and streaming from Patty’s pussy like a molten hot river of lava. His last thrust caused it to squirt from her and splatter against his groin. As he collapsed on top of her and then rolled from her, they both passed out.

I started with John and licked, sucked and lapped him clean. He was so spent that I wasn’t even able to get him hard, which was fine with me. I was able to fully drain him while he was soft. I was able to engage his entire member in my mouth while soft. It was a different feeling. Patty’s pussy was a treasure trove of a cream pie. I was able to suck all of his cum from her as she lay unconscious. I licked her thighs and ass in search of more cum. I found some on the sheets and ate that also. I dressed her wounds as best I could and then covered them with a new sheet and got dressed. It was almost daybreak by now and I needed to return to Toto’s to ready for the bar-b-q.

As I walked home, I reflected on my “research”. I now know what I’m going to do. The neighbor and his wife will fall victim to this, as will Tootoo and Vixen. I will ensure that all who have loves and crushes will become their own private hulks. I want to see ripped asses and pussies. I want to see men increase by 20 to 25 % in size just by unleashing their inner animals.

Now that it is Friday morning I can begin to plan tonight’s festivities. Damn, my ass hurts! As I round the corner, I see your daughter out front, looking for me. She sees me and runs to me. She has a relieved look on her face as she sees I’m OK. I tell her about her backdoor neighbors and she is both surprised and relieved. She wants to know if I can bring out the animal in her. I tell her only with her lover. She asks if it could be her dad. I tell her maybe. I tell her that her dad doesn’t think of her in this way, but that I would try. I know this goes against his wishes, but I need some control over him. She is 19, and legal, so she has some say in this. I will see if the hulk in him will fuck his daughter, if he won’t.

It is finally Friday morning! I can’t believe how fast the time has past. Just last night as I was taking out the garbage (as part of my household chores) I met with the neighbor taking his out also. His wife was in the shower and he had about a half hour to fill. (Fill me, that is.) I stood on the first step on his deck so that my ass was at his level. I bent over to touch the next step with the palms of my hands and bid him to enter me. My pussy was instantly wet as I bent over and his manhood slid right in. He entered me to his balls and then rested inside. I could feel the throbbing as his heart beat caused it to pulse inside of me. It damn near brought me to orgasm just from the pulsations. Then he began to slowly, tantalizingly slow, stroke n and out until on the 10^th or 11^th stroke, I came hard! He then began to abuse my pussy with fast, deep thrusts that bruised my insides as he bottomed out against my cervix. I swear he must have grown an additional inch longer since earlier this week! I can’t wait to see him abuse his wife in the same manner. I am going to insist on it. In fact, at the risk of being brought up on kidnapping charges, I am going to restrain his wife until he is satisfied.

We both part ways after my being abused by his sword. I know he’ll be satisfied until tomorrow and she’ll suspect nothing until it is too late. I step inside the back door and your wife wants to know what took me so long to take out the garbage. I tell her of my neighborly service and she begins to grin. She then tells me that I am to be banished to the backyard for the night and not to have any contact with her family or the neighbor either. I am to find my own shelter and place to sleep, since I acted on my own without gaining prior approval. At first I am hurt and distressed at her banishment, but then I begin to work on a plan.

The lights go off for the night and I hear moaning coming from their bedroom. Good! Sex!  I decide to take a walk around the neighborhood. It is only 10:30 and I pass the occasional dog walker, and young couple out for an evening stroll. As I pass the same couple a second time, they ask if I am lost. I tell them my brief history of how I found myself in this situation and they offer me a bed for the night; theirs! I agree and follow them home. They live directly behind ToTo and are vaguely aware of the debauchery that has been going on for the past 2 weeks. They have often talked about inviting another woman into their relationship, but didn’t know how to go about it. Now they have a chance to try it out without the embarrassment of asking an acquaintance and being turned down.

As we get to the side door, I grab the wife’s hand and pull her to me to kiss her. It is a light kiss that develops into an all out make out session. The husband is staring on in disbelief and excitement as he begins to realize the erotic possibilities and the immense hard on he has. We break the kiss and turn to go inside. The wife (Patty) goes to the kitchen to make coffee, while John and I sit on the couch to chat. As we chat, I stroke his inner thigh and crotch. I lean in to kiss him, knowing that Patty is watching us. It is immediately a passionate, wanton kiss. My hand slips beneath his waistband and I grasp his cock. I feel his gasp and then his intensified kiss. Then I pull back and look at Patty and wink. She smiles and licks her lips. This is going to be another sleepless night.

Patty brings us all coffee and then sits on my right side. I am now between them. We chat about me and how I got involved in this. We go to the computer and I show them my flickr account and the stories and encounters I’ve had. Even at 18, I am more experienced then the 2 of them in their mid twenties. They wonder aloud if I would ever consider moving out here to stay with them in their employ. I would consider this, if it meant I could spend some more time with Vixen, and I express this to them. They tell me that a contract could be drawn up for my employment as a domestic servant, complete with salary and “run of the house”. It is definitely something to consider. I bet I could really make a great living at this until I tired of it.

John and Patty go to the garage for a minute and then return with some restraints. They tell me that I will spend the majority of my night as their “toy”. I am excited and a little afraid. I agree and they take me to their bedroom. Patty undresses me and John attaches the restraints to my wrists and ankles. While he is at my feet, he reaches up with his tongue and flicks my clit. I gasp out and then Patty kisses me. They ask me to lie on the bed on my back and they finish incarcerating me. I am now available and fully accessible to them both.

Patty sits on my face and I begin to eat her. As she nears her first orgasm, she leans over to begin to pleasure me. Her 69 is just what I needed. As I enjoy her tongue and pussy, John enters her from behind, just above my face. I lick his balls as he strokes in and I hear him moan. His hands knead my breasts and I feel my orgasm build until I finally burst. I hear Patty say, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” what deliciously sweet cum she has John. You need to taste her! Now! John circles around and begins to eat me, and proclaims that I am sweeter than Patty. Patty agrees and they begin to both feast on me.

Patty gets up and adjusts my restraints so that my legs are being pulled toward my hands, fully exposing my pussy and ass to them both. John begins to prep my ass for penetration as Patty returns to her feast. John enters me gently at first and then becomes more deliberate in his assault. I want to cry out in pain, but Patty’s tongue is causing me such pleasure that I find myself wanting even more pain. I tell John to fuck me as hard as he can. I feel him entering me roughly and deeply as he drives as deep as he can. I am getting all 8 inches as he begins fuck me like a savage. I knew he would, because I was beginning to find out how to trigger the savage response in a man. Give him what he wants, and then beg him for his fantasy. He was practically raping my ass, as Patty was furiously feasting on me. Believe it or not, I was in full control here. They were my sex slaves! I was trying to ignore it and control it, but my mind was giving into my body’s need for the release that was inevitable. I decided that I was ready to soak the sheets and give these two what they also needed: the satisfaction of a job well done. I began to moan deeply and shake at first. Soon I was quaking with every touch and stroke. My moans turned to screams as the orgasm bore down on me and ripped me apart. I ejaculated all over Patty’s face and John’s groin and the sheets were soaked. John continued to violate my ass savagely, renewed by the cum and the satisfaction of seeing me cum. Patty moved until her pussy was over my mouth and she ground down on my face, making me eat her. My gasping and writhing produced the desired effect as she orgasmed strongly. The continued fucking from John, kept my arousal so high that I continued to bring Patty to orgasm after orgasm. My screaming was muffled by her muff as she filled my mouth with her bald lips and clit. My moaning set off one orgasm after the next. I may have been in control of them, but I was out of control of myself.

I don’t fully remember what happened next, and can only piece together based on our collective memories. John said that Patty had orgasmed for about a full minute just as he was about to explode. He said that I was writhing around almost uncontrollably (which is why Patty sat and ground on my face) and it was driving him beyond control. He said that the loss of control and the deep thrusting caused him to swell to dimensions that he had never before experienced. This caused even deeper thrusting and a wantonness that was taking over him. He felt animalistic and that scared him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He saw some tearing around my ass and some blood and this drove him to thrust even deeper, harder and faster. He was raping me and enjoying it.  He was going to literally “rip me apart” and he didn’t care. Patty noticed the blood on us and tried to stop him, but he was beyond control, much less stopping. As I continued to moan, it brought Patty back to her orgasmic stupor. Then John felt it. He felt me rip a little more as he swelled bigger. He felt the boiling deep in the pit of his stomach as his balls clenched and his legs began to spasm. He felt the primal sperm race from deep inside and begin the rapid movement down his hard, stroking, ever lengthening shaft. It felt like my 10 inch dildo, but only throbbing and hot.

Patty remembers seeing cum gushing out of my ass with every pulse and stroke. She remembers hearing John groan gutturally, and me screaming even with her pussy in my mouth. It shocked her back to reality long enough to see the look in John’s eyes as he released a torrent of cum inside of me like no man has ever done.

We three collapsed on the bed, John and Patty completely, me as much as my restraints allowed. Patty awoke first and began to address the needs of my ass: cleaning and salving. John caused many rips and tears as he stretched and grew to enormous size like an incredible hulk. She had never seen him like that and it scared and excited her both at the same time. As I came back to consciousness, she and I began to discuss what happened. I told her about the theory I was working on with regard to human primal mind states during sex. She seemed intrigued and we discussed it at some length. I told her what I had done to them and she understood having experienced it firsthand. She was amazed by how much control I had over them and intrigued by how she could control John in much the same way. I told her to try it on him herself. I gave her all my contact info and she still had my flickr account up, so she could friend/family me.

Patty had dressed my wounds and then we settled in beside a still sleeping John, to engage in some heavy petting and kissing. Her touch and kissing were erotic and sensual. I wanted her to go down on me and gently bring me to orgasm. I guided her down there and she looked at me pleadingly. I told her that only my ass was hurt and that her mouth would bring the relief I needed to forget the pain. As she began to feast on me, I began to coax more animal nature from her with my moaning and hand placement. As she began to read my body language, her eyes became glazed over and the look of an animal appeared in her eyes. I then got the tongue lashing, finger probing, teeth biting, orgasm producing feast I so desired. I made Patty into the animal her husband also was and she was so easy. As she reached “her” animal stage, John awoke to see the “look” in her eyes. He reached between her legs and stroked her swollen lips and gave her the release she needed. He also grasped his own hardening cock and stroked it while stroking her. I told him that it was turning me on to see him pleasuring both himself and her. In fact, I told him that he was currently pleasuring 3 people at once, and if my vixen were here, he could pleasure her too with his mouth. That sent him back over the edge, as his fist entered his wife’s pussy, forcibly and his cock became much larger. I could visibly see the growth. These 2 hungry animals were like putty in my hands. I now know more about my impending thesis and am going to have a fine work by the time my senior project is due (in 3 ½ years).

As Patty was driven to orgasm, she brought me to mine. I came for what seemed like an hour, but from the clock radio, knew it was only 17 minutes. (Only?!) Patty and John soon returned to there controlled mind states and realized that I had used them again. I told them that they needed to fuck. I mean really fuck, like 2 animals. They agreed and asked me to help them get there.

I told them no foreplay; that they had plenty already. Just start fucking her and I would coach the rest.  I told her what to say, how, when and where to touch him. I told him the same things and also that as he grew like the hulk, that it would help her free her animal. It should all start with her though. She has more control over the beginning. As she coaxed his animal into view, I saw her’s expose itself. They both began tearing and each other and the fucking intensified to the point of him being 2 inches too long, but finding the brute strength to force it all inside her. I know it means bruising and ripping inside. I know she’ll be sick to her stomach and in excruciating pain for about a week afterwards, but she’ll want it again, and again, and again. Her nails were tearing the flesh on his back, ass and legs, but he never felt it. Her teeth were biting his neck and shoulders to the point of drawing blood, but he didn’t feel that either. Her lips sucked the blood from him as she craved it like a vampire. All he felt was his own swelling and her tightness.

I could see it begin. Her lips sucking his blood, her pussy lips sucking his cock. Him being sucked and fucked as never before. Her sucking and fucking like never before. Each desire being met and supplied. Complete and total satisfaction and the realization of this caused their mutual orgasm. Patty began first and as her pussy muscles clamped down, and her teeth sunk deeper, John felt his begin. He unleashed a fury that somehow had escaped me. He tore into her pussy with all his might and surpassed the hilt. He completely tore her from pussy to ass with his fervor and pumped her so full that even I wondered where it all came from. It was twice what he had delivered to me and it was thick and hot and streaming from Patty’s pussy like a molten hot river of lava. His last thrust caused it to squirt from her and splatter against his groin. As he collapsed on top of her and then rolled from her, they both passed out.

I started with John and licked, sucked and lapped him clean. He was so spent that I wasn’t even able to get him hard, which was fine with me. I was able to fully drain him while he was soft. I was able to engage his entire member in my mouth while soft. It was a different feeling. Patty’s pussy was a treasure trove of a cream pie. I was able to suck all of his cum from her as she lay unconscious. I licked her thighs and ass in search of more cum. I found some on the sheets and ate that also. I dressed her wounds as best I could and then covered them with a new sheet and got dressed. It was almost daybreak by now and I needed to return to Toto’s to ready for the bar-b-q.

As I walked home, I reflected on my “research”. I now know what I’m going to do. The neighbor and his wife will fall victim to this, as will Tootoo and Vixen. I will ensure that all who have loves and crushes will become their own private hulks. I want to see ripped asses and pussies. I want to see men increase by 20 to 25 % in size just by unleashing their inner animals.

Now that it is Friday morning I can begin to plan tonight’s festivities. Damn, my ass hurts! As I round the corner, I see your daughter out front, looking for me. She sees me and runs to me. She has a relieved look on her face as she sees I’m OK. I tell her about her backdoor neighbors and she is both surprised and relieved. She wants to know if I can bring out the animal in her. I tell her only with her lover. She asks if it could be her dad. I tell her maybe. I tell her that her dad doesn’t think of her in this way, but that I would try. I know this goes against his wishes, but I need some control over him. She is 19, and legal, so she has some say in this. I will see if the hulk in him will fuck his daughter, if he won’t.

After sharing the first story with you, you told me that your daughter was never to be considered in this debauchery. We’ve talked several times since and I sense that you are just saying that because it makes you uncomfortable. I’ve read portions to you and when I get to your daughter, I hear your excitement and know that you can’t contain it. This next story is just for you TooToo. I don’t care what you say about her to me and what you say with words concerning her. I know, based on your actions that you want her as badly as you want Vixen. Your little girl is a naughty dark dream you have and in this story I am going to explore that darkness. I hope you have plenty of holes to fill, because it’s going to be a cumfest for you. You are going to wish you were better able at concealing your feelings for your own daughter. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to gain the courage to satisfy your thirst for Vixen. She closely resembles your daughter and would be a viable substitute, if you only had the balls to seduce her and fuck her. I don’t even think you would have the ability to carry through with me if I were standing before you, nude and bent over at the waist, legs spread, and a very wet pussy open and waiting for you. I think you get off on just the fantasy of it all. You are so pathetic, that is why I’m going to take great pleasure in crafting this story. The story of Toto and his sweet daughter.

You’ve changed her diapers since she was born, and thought nothing of it. As she became a little girl (Daddy’s little girl) you were thrilled with her actions and how she manipulated you. You remember when she became a young woman and how she only wanted to be Daddy’s Little Girl when she wanted something. That hurt. You remember the pain and hurt it caused when she stopped confiding in you and stopped cavorting with you. That’s when you started to see her as the young woman she was becoming.

She never gave much thought to the cracked bathroom door, but you did. Her skimpy tops and shorts were to tease the boys but they drove you wild and made you feel a little dirty. But you were able to dismiss the dirty feeling because it soothed your hurt feelings because she no longer wanted you. You gave her hell about being dressed that way because you didn’t want anyone else to see what you thought was rightfully yours. But you also knew if you bugged her just enough, she would continue to wear it out of rebellion and then you could continue to see her. You’ve contemplated a peep hole, but don’t want the hassle of trying to explain you to others later on. Video cameras are an option, but if you record it, then you have to store it. Wouldn’t it be just better if you could see it all in person, with her consent?

You go to work and all you can think about is her. You kissed her goodbye this morning and deeply inhaled the very essence of her. The deeper you breathed, the more intoxicated you became with her scent. It was difficult to hide the tent in your trousers, but that is every morning. You watch her swaying hips as she walks through the kitchen door on her way to the bus stop. Those toned legs, oh my! They seem to go n forever. You only dream of seeing where they end up. You try to recollect how they used to look and then try to imagine them similar to your wife’s, but that too, disturbs you. Don’t you ever wish you could just slip her a roofie and investigate her for yourself? Not touch, just look.  But you know if see it; the next step would be to touch it, feel it, taste it. Mmmmm, tasting it. You snap back to reality and realize your phone is ringing. You answer it and it is your daughter. She’s in the nurse’s office and she has twisted her knee. The nurse wrapped it for her, but she needs to come home for the rest of the day.

You collect her from the office and help her to the car. Her arm around your shoulder, you can feel the pressure from her breast as she leans against you. You get her in the car and move to your side. Small talk reveals that she got hurt climbing stairs and in the nurse’s opinion, you should take her to the hospital. You do so, and while sitting in the waiting room with her, she is once again, your little girl. She needs Daddy, and you are there. You take this time to touch and caress her without being obvious. Her scent is driving you crazy, and you want more…so much more.

Her name is called and you help her back to the examining room. As you place her on the table, her skirt hikes up a little. You try to pull it down for her, but she says to just leave it, it’s more comfortable that way. Doing as told, you sit down in the chair in front of the table and realize what a gift she just gave you. You glance up and realize that she isn’t wearing any panties today. You feel like you are being watched, and realize that she just caught you gawking at her crotch. She gives you a knowing smirk, and then she opens her legs a little wider and lets one leg sway a little. Now she is smiling a little. You turn away, embarrassed, a beautiful shade of crimson blossoming on your face. The nurse comes in to check her vitals and note them in her chart. Her legs remain open and while she is distracted with the nurse, you look again. This time you notice not only the lack of panties, but also the lack of any visible hair. Your imagination runs wild as you consider the possibilities. Then the nurse says the doctor will be right in and you once again look away. She didn’t see you this time, but you wouldn’t care anyhow. You already have your thoughts about this afternoon and you are going to do whatever you can to instigate it.

While waiting on the doctor, she decides to offer more to see. Her skirt rides up a little more as she spreads her legs more. The look on her face tells you she doesn’t mind you looking. So you look, stare, ogle the sight before you and then she closes her legs. She smiles coyly and giggles, and then the doctor walks in.

All the normal questions are asked, and he begins his exam. While he has her leg lifted and is looking at the knee, you once again sneak lasting looks at her lips. She sees you over his shoulder and looks appreciative of the attention. You wonder what is going on in her mind and what will happen when you leave the hospital.

The doctor seems to think it is a mild strain and to alternate ice and heat through the evening. He also would like to see the wrap stay in place as long as possible. It should only be removed 3 times a day for rewrapping as needed and for bathing. He shows you how to wrap it and shows you 3 times how to do it, because it is easier to remember that way. You notice how high on her thigh the wrap goes and a little excitement builds in your belly.

After being discharged, she uses the crutches to walk to the car and you two get in and head home. She thanks you for being so caring and supportive. You respond with, “Daddies always take care of their little girls.” She giggles at that and you continue the small talk all the way home. The subject of her legs and skirt never come up, and you feel somewhat disappointed at it. You make your way into the house and she gets comfortable on the couch. You go get her a large glass of milk and ask her if she wants lunch. She agrees to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

When you return with the sandwich, you notice that her skirt is hiked up once again, for comfort, you suppose. You hand her the sandwich and sit in the chair so you have an unobstructed view. Her leg is being worked back and forth so that you see it, then you don’t, then you do… open, close, open, close, etc. She is smiling at you, and when her eyes drift to your lap, she sees your excitement and looks you in the eye with a huge smile. She knows the teasing is causing you a lot of discomfort and she is pleased by this. You both allow this until her sandwich is finished, then you arise to clear her plate and glass. As you pick them up, you see her look longingly at you crotch. There is still hope.

You return from the kitchen to see her lounging on the couch, skirt crumpled and way up her legs. You can see her inner thighs from directly above her and know the view must be fantastic from the end of the couch. You start to sit in the chair but she begs you to sit on the couch with her, “Just like old times, Daddy”. As you sit you can’t help but stare. She is lying there, spread and glistening. You know she is teasing you, because you can’t imagine her wanting you, you’re her father.

She asks you to rewrap her bandage because it feels too loose. You unwrap and begin to rewrap it. As you approach her crotch, she opens her legs wider for you. You decide to attempt a light brush as you pass by with the wrapping. You hear a slight moan escape her lips as you do so, and it causes an enormous amount of pressure in your groin. With every turn of the wrap, you brush past her and she is lying back with legs spread, and bent at the knees to allow the wrap to pass under. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, legs spread and pussy glistening and slightly swollen. You secure the wrap with the 2 clips provided and ask her if that is tight enough. She replies that it will do for now. She closes her legs and you watch her favorite soap opera for the next 45 minutes.

You hear her say that she thinks it is too tight now and would you be a dear and rewrap it again? Ok! So the scene replays itself, only this time as you in wrap you brush her, and then during the rewrap, you not only brush past, but you do so slowly and deliberately. The moaning from her mouth tells you she is enjoying this and you long for more. You decide to finish the wrap and then take a chance. As you apply the first clip, you allow your hand to touch her outer lips. You keep your hand there while reaching for the other clip. While getting it, you allow your little finger to slightly penetrate her lips and feel the extremely wet, slippery insides of your daughter. She moans more and spreads her legs even wider. The last clip in place, you leave your finger inside and allow your ring finger to join the first one. You see the look of lust on her face and see her legs open, for you. Her pussy oozing from your touch and your longing looks.

You know she is going to allow you to touch her, but what more will she allow? You conclude that you will march on until she tells you to stop. You have already crossed the border of incest by more than merely brushing past and actually entering her with your fingers. You switch fingers and allow your middle and index fingers to penetrate and press further inside. She gasps as you find her G-spot and her pussy becomes wetter. You remove your fingers and put them in your mouth, savoring her taste. You lean over and begin to kiss her inner thighs.  With her injured leg on the couch and her good leg off the couch, foot on the floor, her legs are spread so wide that you have no trouble with access. You work closer to her pussy and she grabs your hair and pulls you to her. She is now directing actively. You mouth parts and your tongue flicks her clit. You watch as she jumps and pushes her sex closer to your mouth. She wants you to feast on her.

You begin lightly and then with earnest. You take notice that she is similar in taste to your wife, but definitely a taste all her own. As you feast, your finger finds her g-spot once more and you are rewarded with her orgasm and her ejaculation. You quickly devour it as if you were in the Mojave for 3 days with no water. Her legs spread and bent also allow some access to her ass. You decide to lick her from ass to clit and notice the effect this has on her. You know its wrong but don’t care anymore. You want her and she wants you. She just turned 18 2 weeks ago and though it is incest, it is between two consenting adults.

She sits up and looks you in the eye, and begs you to enter her. She wants you to use her like the slut she obviously is. “Daddy, I’ve been a bad little girl for teasing you. Please punish me as you see fit.” You tell her that impalement is the punishment for her crime. Her eyes widen until she realizes your true meaning. As you sit on the couch, she begins to undress you and as you bounce free from your boxers, she gives you a very short blow job. She only wanted to taste you and see how big you were before she thrust herself down on you. She then rises up and straddles your legs and slowly lowers herself down. She reaches around behind herself, grabs your shaft and guides it to her sopping wet slit. Assured that the alignment is correct, she drops down onto you and you sink into her until she stops. Her lust filled eyes meet yours and you French kiss. Your tongues buried as deep inside as your dick is buried in her gut. As she continues to kiss you, you feel her muscles beginning to work you over until you can no longer stand it. You release the year’s long tension deep inside her. You feel a cleansing of the dark spirits and the relief it brings. She is holding you so tightly, that you swear you can feel her rock hard nipples through her clothes.

You suggest that you move to her bedroom. She asks if you can carry her, impaled as she is, into the bedroom. You agree to try. Somehow, you succeed. Her request caused your softening member to regain life and renewed your thirst for her. You allow her to drop to her bed and you remove her clothing. She lays there whimpering with lust and unfilled desire. You strip off your shirt and socks and lay beside her, caressing her and trailing soft kisses over her nipples. You see the effect immediately. The rock hardness returns to her nipples and her breathing is labored. Her pussy is extremely swollen and begging for more attention. You have never eaten your wife after cumming in her, but your little girl begs you to eat her again. You show your obedience by rapid compliance. Your tongue is deep in her pussy. You can taste her and yourself mingled together as an intoxicating potion. It drives you to a place where you feel you are losing control. She orders you to feast on her ass. You comply without hesitation. Her body is yours to consume and you are happy to do so. She tells you to lie on your back and she spreads herself over you in such a fashion that you recollect this as the 69 position that your wife wanted to do, but you refused her. You’re so glad you got to experience this. It is difficult to concentrate on pleasuring her as she expertly works on your tool and the two “boys”. You succumb to her manipulation and lay there, enjoying her gift of fellatio. You feel it building as she does too. She feels you swelling even bigger as she works you rhythmically, up and down. Her pace quickens slightly as she wants to taste you even more than you wanted to taste her. Just as you are about to burst, you feel her finger in your ass and it causes you explode with such quantity that she gags. She recovers and gulps you down, and then cleans up the mess she made.

She continues to milk you dry and then keeps you hard for more. She tells you to do the following: fuck my pussy for one minute, then fuck my ass for one minute, then fuck my face for one minute. Repeat until you fill one of my holes. You enter her pussy and stroke, watching you watch. You pull out after on e minute and enter her tight virgin ass. She screams as you force your way in (she didn’t say to be gentle) and then orgasms as you start to stroke. A minute later you are gagging her as your force you entire 7-1/2” down her throat.  You go over by 5 seconds, but she doesn’t know, or care. You again enter her pussy, even bigger than before. As you continue to abuse her for the next half hour, you notice how she is keeping you on the verge, but never too close. What a sly slut she is. She asks you to finally finish in her pussy so that she can feel you cum deep in her like before. You ask her to let you enter her from behind so that you might be as deep as you can be. She gets on all fours and you violate her once more, driving in so deep you feel her cervical wall. As you stroke in and out, the full length, you feel every nuance. You smell her scent and notice how it has changed. This has the effect of making you the hardest you have ever been and this drives her to begin thrusting back against you such force that you know you are bruising her inside. You finally feel it. It grips your balls and then burns your urethra as you feel the hot cum shoot out. You are so deep inside her, and it erupts with such ferocity that you feel as if she should be ripped apart by this action. She feels it being deposited so deep and is grateful for her daddy’s love.

You collapse together on the bed and cuddle. She tells you that this will be you all are secret. She tells you there’ll be more in the future and that it may involve Vixen. You tell her that Vixen would be a welcome addition, but if you only had your little girl, that would be OK too. This is the answer she was seeking, and agreed to invite Vixen over for a slumber party. She said she would set it all up so that not only would you get to violate your daughter again, but also the Vixen. She warned you though, say nothing of this, or I’ll say you forced me. Also be aware that Vixen and I have been lovers in the past and she will do what I ask of her. She wants me back between her legs again and she’ll do almost anything to make that happen.

You dress together, stealing kisses, copping feels and sharing thoughts. That night, you sleep together in the same bed, since your wife is out of town, and your new lover is here for the night. You know it should be wrong, but it felt so right and she seduced you. As you drift off to sleep, you have visions of ménage-a-trois in your head, and thoughts of, “OMG, what have I begun!”

And so you went to bed last night,
To bed last night without me;
Without me there, you went to sleep,
Went to sleep without me there.

Without me there, you rubbed and bucked,
Rubbed and bucked against your hand;
Your hand was where my fingers were,
My fingers weren’t there last night.

There, last night, I watched then crept,
Then crept into your darkened room;
Your darkened room, thick with your scent,
Your scent clings to my hands.

My hands are slick, your juices thick,
Thickening all around you,
You broke my fucking heart, Mary, but you
Won’t be double-teaming my black lab and your schnauzer
Any more, will you?
Dead girlfriends can’t cheat on you like that.

Yay just what the world needs another Beckham fragrance…

For him and for her, just in time to grab some crash for christmas…needless to say i won’t be buying it!

I doubt either of them have even smelt it for themselves…

The rain continues to fall
Drowning out all that’s forgotten to the surface
Emotions are numbed by such bitter winds
The sound of droplets falling echoes through the scenery
For a brief moment, the clouds parted
But no light shined through

A parading line of black marched along a familiar road
Suits and ties to the right,
Dresses and lace on the left
Each held a lily, and paid their respect
As if the skies has taken all their pain
No one shed a tear

The rainy season brings forth a nostalgic smell,
As ripples form once more
A smell I do not want to recall
If wishing is not enough, what more must be done
Just a little bit more time, allowing to regain what was taken
Something was missed, yet only a blank is drawn

Leftover is a smile
Promises that binds us each
On frozen time, each year this day
It shall rain; that is written
The group will continue to gather until world’s end
That night, the sky continued to cry for the lost

I feel naked without perfume on. I don’t douse myself in it heavily, but rather I choose light, fresh scents that always get me compliments. I don’t want my perfume to assault those I walk past or interact with; I want them to notice me and wonder why I smell so damn good…

I think a little scent boosts my confidence, it makes me feel that little bit “prettier” and feminine. I realize not all women are perfume lovers- but surely with all the smell combinations out there- there HAS to be something for everyone! As I was growing up my mother tended to wear spicy, heavier smells and while those don’t appeal to me personally, I always admire women who can carry them off. I remember Poison in particular…one called Cinnabar as well. They were heady and rich; and they clung to my mother’s skin perfectly. She smelled ‘warm’.

I gravitate to softer scents; my current fave being BVL, by Bvlgari.

This scent is soft. Womanly. Lingering and it almost smells (dare I say it) powdery? It’s so feminine and I never fail to get compliments from men, and woman asking me what it is I am wearing. When you first apply this perfume it doesn’t go on harsh and heavy on the alcohol, but rather it’s light and airy right off the bat. I find this reassuring. Some women may find it wears off quickly, but I think the subtle fade is what I truly like about it. As my day goes on, those I’m closest to can still smell it.

Perfume is a wonderful thing! Save $10 off any purchase of $40 or more at Perfume Emporium. Use code CD1972. And who doesn’t love a good deal?

Another scent I love? Sensi, by Armani. All Armani fragrances are amazing…but this one turns heads…and especially gets the attention of your special guy. Sensi makes me feel like a woman! I know, I know it sounds corny but this smell is deliciously seductive. It’s probably not a scent I’d wear to the office but with that said, it is NOT overpowering. It’s just damn sexy.
I kid you not.