Teaching Nancy

Teaching Nancy by missadele

Nancy sighed as she closed the car door behind her. She had been delivering dry cleaning for nearly four months now, a fairly easy job, but still dreaded her last delivery. Most of her customers were fairly wealthy, snobbish, and made a point of being quick and polite with her, if not a little brash. No customer had ever really made her feel uncomfortable; not like Gregory Burgess.

Nancy tucked her dark hair behind her ear before starting the car and glancing in the rear-view mirror. She didn’t exactly try to make herself look ugly when she made the delivery to Mr. Burgess, but she avoided makeup. It wouldn’t have really been possible anyway. She had never really felt like she was beautiful, but she knew she wasn’t ugly. Her dark hair had a hint of red in it, and came down to the small of her back. It swept decidedly across her forehead and curved around her ears. Her eyes were a startling green, surrounded by thick eyelashes that batted in a careless, bored sort of way. Away from Mr. Burgess, she tended to be a very relaxed, mellow young girl; her eyes and body language showed it. However, as soon as she pulled up in front of his expensive complex, her narrow shoulders tensed, her collarbones protruded and her throat contracted as she swallowed. She wrung her hands and looked down at her bare legs. She didn’t have to wear shorts, but it was dead in the middle of August; the hottest month of the year. She rubbed her hands over her thighs, and bit her lip. She glanced one more time in the mirror, letting go of her thick bottom lip before stepping reluctantly out of the car. She felt exposed before she had even reached his door, noticing for the first time that day the way her shorts rubbed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and inched up with each step.

Mr. Burgess had never actually harassed her, exactly. If he had, she certainly would have reported him. The last thing Nancy was capable of was letting someone walk on her. She felt a little shallow for a moment when she wondered if she would feel different were he attractive. Mr. Burgess was an older man; she guess him to be in his late forties. He wasn’t obese, but had a big gut that hung over his trousers, and stretched out the buttons of his shirts. He had large hands and forearms, covered in dark hair. She shuddered slightly at the thought of him, as she stepped up to his door. She rearranged the dry cleaning in her arm, to knock on the door. She stood quietly for a few moments, and used her free arm to wipe the small amount of sweat collecting above her lip. She had begun to notice something that was beginning to disturb her the most about the whole situation. Although her instinct was to run away at that moment, despite her being generally repulsed by Mr. Burgess, something began to happen as it had the past few weeks standing there waiting for him to open the door. She began to feel aroused, and could feel her pussy dampening at the thought of him. Her heart leaped when his door swung open then, and he smiled at her.
“Come inside, dear. It’s hot out.” He turned and walked away, leaving the front door open.

“Well…I can’t stay. I’ll just drop these off somewhere and be on my way.”

“Isn’t this usually your last stop for the day?” Mr. Burgess called out from the kitchen, where a cabinet door was open and then shut.

“It is, but…where should I put these?”

“Oh, just a moment and I’ll take them. “ She stood nervously, and shifted the weight of the dry cleaning in her arms, before Mr. Burgess came out from behind the kitchen. He held a glass of ice water.

“Here. One for the road,” he said, handing her the glass and extending another to take the dry cleaning.

“Oh,” she said, awkwardly handing the bundle to him, and taking the glass of water. Normally, she would not have taken any beverage from a strange man, least of all Mr. Burgess. But just as the thought of him had begun to arouse her, other strange things had been happening. As the months had gone by, each time she visited him she felt more and more compliant with his offers of inviting her in, chatting, taking glasses of water and walking her out to the car. She had declined nearly all advances at first, but she found herself agreeing, nodding and passively complying with most things he suggested.

“Take a seat,” he said, at that moment before sitting down in a chair himself. Well, maybe that’s a good sign. At least he’s not asking me to sit next to him. She turned and shut the front door, before crossing the room to sit on the couch opposite him. She crossed her legs, and her foot began pedaling nervously, bobbing up and down.
“Stop that,” he said casually, giving her a smile and glancing at her foot.
“Oh. Yes, sorry. Nervous habit.”
“Of course, dear. So how was your day?”

“It was fine. And yours?” She responded before taking a sip of the ice water. It felt wonderful sliding down her throat. It really was too hot. His apartment was cool, and she felt her nipples stiffen and the flesh of her thighs rose into goose bumps.
“It was great.” He ran his eyes from her lips down to her breasts, pausing there for a moment, before continuing down her legs. She felt a moment of clarity at that moment, and she looked about her nervously, and then stood.

‘I really need to be going. This is my last stop, but I am awfully worn out. I’m ready to get home.”

“Oh, I insist you stay for just a little while longer. Just finish the water, cool off for a few minutes, and then I’ll send you on your way.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I’d like to actually get home and take a shower, I feel sticky from walking around outside all day,” she responded with a smile and began walking toward the door. He continued behind her all the way out to the car, politely arguing. She shook her head and smiled as she came to stand in front of the car. As she fumbled with her keys, still arguing, she accidentally dropped them. She quickly bent to pick them up, and as she did, Mr. Burgess leaned down to the momentarily exposed flesh that formed her soft cleavage, and ran his tongue from the bottom of the crevice to the top. She flinched and yelped slightly, bolting upward. She was shocked at the touch, at his audacity. She stood unmoving before the large, older man, who stood calmly and smiled at her.

“Relax,” Mr. Burgess said, and Nancy felt a wave of endorphins run through her body, and her shoulders visibly dropped down.

“Give me your keys,” he said, extending his hand. She gave them to him, knowing that it was not what she wanted, but did it anyways.

“Now,” he said, stepping closer, and putting his large hands on her warm shoulders.
“There’s no need to be afraid. Just relax,” he said again, and she felt another wave of serenity run up and down her spine. He dropped his eyes to her breasts, and his hands fell to caress her throat, and then his fingers began playing with the top button of her blouse. She stiffened a bit when he did this.

“Ssh,” he said, and gave her a reassuring look.

What the hell is this? Why am I doing this? Why am I letting him do this? Oh, my God. Although the complex was quiet, and neither of them made a sound except for their breathing, Nancy’s head was racing. She was still, as he began unbuttoning her blouse- out in broad daylight where anyone could come out and witness it. The part of her that screamed at her to push his hands away, get in the car, drive straight to the office and report this bastard was numb, and she stood passively, as his fingers reached the middle of her blouse. He stopped there, and ran his hands up the part of her chest that was exposed.

“Bra,” he mumbled, clearly displeased.

‘We’re going to have to address that eventually.” He ran his hands back down and she shivered at the soft touch. He continued unbuttoning Nancy’s shirt until he reached bottom, and then he walked to stand behind her. He breathed in her neck as he put his hands on her shoulders.

“Relax,” he said once more, and then he put his fingers on the edges of her blouse and pulled it away from her, and then slid it down her shoulders and let it drape over one hairy forearm. He ran his hand over the back of her bra, seeing that the clasp was in the front. He replaced his hands around her chest, and stood closer to her, pressing his gut and the erection that was now poking through his trousers against her backside. He carefully unclasped her bra, and she stiffened only slightly this time, as he pulled the cups off of her, and letting the straps fall down her arms that dangled motionless at her sides, exposing her breasts to anyone who may pull up in the parking lot or come out of their apartment. He draped the bra over the blouse that lay over his arm, before lightly putting his hands on her arms.

“You’re going to come back inside now, and be polite. Understood?”

‘Yes. Yes, of course,” she said, and began following him back to the apartment. Once back inside the cool apartment, her nipples stiffened again. This time though, they were fully exposed, and Mr. Burgess came to stand in front of her after closing and locking the front door. Her tits bounced gently as her arms came up to cover her breasts, but she stopped when she made eye contact with Mr. Burgess. He shook his head.
‘No, dear. Arms over your head.” She reluctantly put her arms behind her head, pushing out her chest, and making her nipples stand as though unashamed of the attention they were now getting. He came to stand in front of her and began cupping and caressing her breasts.

“I have been wanting to play with these for a while. It’s taken quite a bit of patience. I knew you had a fantastic rack. I think you have the perkiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he said, smiling, as he casually began tweaking her nipples. She held her breath, and a hot wave of pleasure shot straight down to her pussy, that she realized was now drenched.

This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening.

These thoughts dominated her mind, but she only stood there and let the repulsive man play with her breasts to his heart’s content. He stopped after several minutes, and she sighed in relief and also regret.

“You know, you have been very rude to me on several occasions. It’s taken a lot of restraint to not put you in your place right off the bat. But I think today is that day,” he said, almost seeming to be talking to himself more than directly to her. He turned and motioned for her to follow. He walked over to the dining room table, and motioned her to stand in front of it. She did as she was told, and was still for a moment waiting for the next command.
“Well? Bend over it.” Her eyes widened with horror, and she turned to look at him. He sternly pointed to the table, and she slowly faced straight ahead again, and slowly bent over the table, her ass slightly higher than her back.

She felt him move behind her, and then put his hands in front of her waist and begin to unbutton her shorts. He slid them over her ass and down her legs and left them there crumpled at her ankles. He slid his thumbs under the waist band of her panties before sliding them off, exposing her tight, muscular ass. He only pulled them just below her upper thighs, before standing back to take in the view. She breathed quickly in anticipation. He removed his belt and then placed his hand on her warm bottom, caressing her. Her ass clenched for a moment, and he slapped one cheek, and she whimpered.

“No clenching, no moving, no screaming. Got it?“ She nodded, but he slapped her again and watched in pleasure as the globe of her bottom wiggled in discomfort, making her whimper again as the skin of her ass began to glow red.

“No, what?”

She swallowed in confusion, but then understood. Oh, God this is so demeaning.

“No, sir.” He patted her bottom, then.

“Good girl.”

He held the belt in his hand, wound up, and sent it cracking down on her helpless ass. She whimpered more loudly this time.

“I will let that one go, but just this once. I don’t want to hear it again. Next time you protest in any way, the spanking doesn’t count and I’ll start over. Got it?”
‘Yes, sir,” she said, holding back tears. He sent his belt down again over her bare ass, and she fought desperately to not move or whimper. He paused to see if she would, and when she did not, he sent the belt down six more times without pause. Afterward, they both were breathing heavily, both in arousal, but Nancy panted in paint as well.

He bent down and removed the shorts that had laid crumpled at her feet, and then straightened up for a moment to pull her panties the rest of the way down, and then off. He left her bent over the table for a moment, her stinging red cheeks waiting in anticipation. He had put her clothes away, she realized when he came back without them. She was completely naked now, and she didn’t even know where her clothes were.
He then used his foot to push at the insides of her feet.

“Open up, dear.” She opened her feet shoulder width apart, but he tisked her.
“Wider, dear.” Once her thighs were wide open, he wrapped the belt around his hand again, and cracked down, sending a jolt of pain over Nancy’s inner thighs. It was even more painful, and she held her breath, and waited for the next one. Five more followed, cracking down over each ass cheek, inside her now exposed asshole and inner thighs. The last one even caught her pussy, making her eyes water and simultaneously sending yet another hot jolt into her groin. Her ass and thighs were bright red when he was done, and then he left her standing there for a moment and came back with some sort of oil. He put a small amount into his hand, and then began gently rubbing it over her hot ass and thighs.

“This will prevent bruising, sweetheart. Just be still.” There was something undeniably soothing about his voice and touch, and she relaxed again, and her breathing had returned to normal by the time he was through. His hands withdrew, and she began to sit up on her elbows.

“Have I told you to stand?” She bent back down in fear he would take out the belt again.

“No, sir. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked when she said it, and he placed a hand on her back, and began rubbing it.

‘It’s alright sweetheart. Don’t be so jumpy. I don’t expect you to understand my rules already. Once I’ve taught you my rules, I expect you to obey them. If you don’t, there will be consequences. But right now, we’re going to take things slow. Just relax,” he said, still rubbing her back.

That word again, made her feel a wave of calm. She began to wonder if he had somehow hypnotized her. There was clearly something amiss here. He had done something to her, somehow, over the months. He had been planning this. He withdrew his hand after awhile, and then poured another small amount of oil in his hand, and then placed two fingers on the entrance of her asshole. Her thighs clenched at this new touch.
Oh, please no, she thought. She had never even let her boyfriends touch her asshole. It was off-limits territory and always had been. Of all people to be touching me like this for the first time! He just rubbed in soft circles, though; occasionally pressing a little at the entrance.

“This calms you. This makes you feel comfortable and safe. The feeling of my fingers near, on or inside your ass makes you feel happy, relaxed and submissive.” He is hypnotizing me somehow! she thought, and wondered for the first time what Mr. Burgess did for a living.

“Okay, let’s get you in a more comfortable position,” he said after a few minutes of rubbing her asshole. He put his hands underneath her stomach and guided her to a standing position. He turned her around and gave her a smile, before taking her hand and guiding her to the couch. He sat down and motioned for her to lay across his lap. She slowly climbed onto the couch, feeling more naked than ever, and laid down, her naked pussy pressing against the erection just beneath his pants. Her ass rose straight below him now, as she bent her elbows and rested her hands by her head.
‘Good, girl. Now, just relax,” he said yet again, as he began pushing at her asshole again with two fingers.

“Now, take a deep breath,” he said pausing, as he continued making small circles over her anus. She did so, and when it peaked, he continued.

“And let it out slowly.” When she did he slowly pushed one thick finger into her asshole. He began pumping it in and out slowly, and continued telling her that it made her feel happy, submissive and relaxed. And somehow, it began to. She began to enjoy the feeling, even when a second large finger joined, stretching her ass slightly. He continued pumping two finger in and out of her ass, and her breathing became more slow, and she realized she didn’t want him to stop. However, he did after several minutes. Then he slid his fingers down her bare slit, and traced his fingers around her wet pussy.

“Oh, that’s better than I expected. You’re extremely turned on,” he said, and began using the wetness from her pussy to stroke up and down her clitoris. It felt so good, her ass began to rise and fall with his rhythm, and she continued to when he didn’t stop her.

“Good girl. You’re doing great,” he said, continued to finger fuck her until she felt as though she could no longer stand the pleasure. As he continued, fucking her pussy more and more intensely, he began to speak to her.

“When you try to touch yourself, it will feel wrong. It will make you feel dirty, and you will long for my touch. The thought of anyone, including yourself, touching you this way makes you feel unsafe and turned off. If you try to touch yourself, you will be unable to achieve an orgasm.“ He continued saying things like this, and all the while Nancy did not really notice. She had become so lost in the pleasure of his touch, she could barely hear his words. He was pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy when he pulled his fingers away, and she moaned quietly in complaint.

“It’s time to calm down, sweetheart. You can have an orgasm when you’re ready for my cock. Okay?” She breathed out in frustration.

‘Yes, sir,” she said meekly.

He picked her up, turned her over in his lap, and then held her up before putting his fingers to her mouth.

“Suck them clean, now.” She took his fingers in her mouth, and tasted the juice from her pussy for the first time. Ordinarily, the idea would have disgusted her, but now, it aroused her even more. She sucked on his fingers until he was satisfied, and then he slid them out from between her soft lips.

“Stand up.” She did so without hesitation, the inner voice that had been telling her how much she did not want this becoming more and more distant. He unzipped his pants and let the huge erection spring out. He pointed to the ground, and Nancy fell to her knees, obediently.

“Suck.” Nancy tucked her hair behind her ears and bent forward, getting an eyeful of the enormous cock in front of her. She took it in her mouth, the head alone stretching her full lips. She began sucks gently, and pumping up and down. He held her head and began guiding it up and down more vigorously.

“Good baby, keep sucking.” Nancy looked up at Mr. Burgess, the man who was now beginning to possess her body and mind, and continued sucking. After several minutes, he pulled her back, and pushed her hair away from her face.

“Now suck my balls.” He held them in one hand, and guided her head down to them with the other. She took them into her mouth and began sucking them carefully, running her tongue around them over and over. He moaned in pleasure, letting his head fall back. She let go of them after a moment and began sucking up and down on his long shaft. Nancy’s inner voice was almost completely gone now, the longer she mouth fucked Mr. Burgess. His hands closed around her head, pumping her mouth harder and harder against his cock. He held a handful of her hair as he began tensing up.
“Good girl, almost there. “ Nancy was lost in the moment entirely, as Mr. Burgess moaned and let out a hot stream of cum into Nancy’s mouth. She choked slightly, but swallowed his entire load. Nancy finally let his cock fall from her mouth, and she put her hand to her mouth to wipe off the residue of cum on her chin.
“No, Nancy. Clean yourself off with your tongue, and then clean my cock.” She used her fingers to wipe the cum from her lips and chin and put them in her mouth and sucked. She then bent down and ran her tongue along his cock and sucked the rest of his cum into her mouth.

“That’s it. I want it completely clean. That’s good.” He finally pulled her head away from his cock, and lifted her chin with his hand.
“You did good, Nancy.” Nancy nodded, and leaned back on her heels. Mr. Burgess patted his knees, and Nancy stood and sat down in his lap.

“You did well today, considering it was our first day. But we have a long way to go.” Nancy looked down after he said it, feeling a slight pang of trepidation at the thought. He lifted her chin, though.

“Look at me, Nancy. Now the first thing I want you to do is promise me that you will not pleasure yourself. Not unless I give you permission. Not tonight when you get home, and not all day tomorrow or the next day. You will wait for instructions until the next time you make a delivery to my home. Do you understand?” Nancy nodded.

“And Nancy…from now on, you will not wear a bra when you come here. If I discover you are wearing one, and I will check before you even enter my home, there will be consequences. Unless you want me to bend you over the table again, you will no longer come here wearing a bra. Understood?” Nancy nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Mr. Burgess smiled at her, but the smile was more from the thoughts of the lessons soon to come for Nancy.

Correction

Correction by ANNONYMOUS_Z

Some believe that life is spontaneous, with life running it’s course and people changing the outcome of the future with every decision they make and every step they take; and to a certain extent they're right. You see the way in which life actually works is neither governed by “Fate” or totally unstructured but relies more on a mix of the two. In each man and woman’s life, the main accomplishments and experiences are predetermined but not their whole life, they are free to do as they please in between these main events; if a man is to marry Jennifer, Suzie and Rachel, divorce the first two and have 3 male children named Dave, Steven and Liam then die at 89 then at specific times in his life, through natural causes he will do all those things. Even plants and fungi have a designated time to come into existence, grow, reproduce and die. Everyone has a basic structure to their lives that comes about naturally; but ever so often, on the rare occasion that life doesn’t pan out as planned and takes a slightly different course, life simply glitches back into the preset structure often without reason, an event that theorists refer to as; Correction.

Ever heard of an unexplained pregnancy? Spontaneous combustion? Mysterious injury? Or even an impossible recovery? The problem is that ever so often life doesn’t quite work out as it should do and the car doesn’t quite hit the teacher, or even hits her too hard. Maybe the retired old man was meant to get shot by a burglar but the bullet missed, whatever the case, for some reason it happens from time to time and life deals with it through using a simple quick fix.

In the case of Ben and Louise; the two being very good friends, they where scheduled to have sex one drunken night and end up in a strong relationship that they remained in the rest of their lives. The two where perfect for each other, being good friends since high school and sharing similar interests and hobbies, they spent a majority of their time at each other’s houses. Louise had a boyfriend and was supposed to get dumped by him, then meet up with Ben the next night to get drunk, however on the day Louise slipped on the wet floor outside and the injury discouraged them from drinking anymore, consequentially they ended up never having sex and instead simply not thinking of each other in that way.

Two weeks since they where supposed to have started dating, the two sat in a silent bright room just a few metre’s from each other. It was A-Level exam time and the two had been studying all week for their Maths test and were currently taking it, almost every student’s face in the class displaying clear confusion. As a majority of the participants but down their pens and paper, the clock struck 5:00 and the teacher announced the test was over. About 10 minutes later they were allowed to leave, Louise, Ben and their friends Matt, Lee, Gemma and Natalie meeting in the hallway to discuss their responses to the questions. Whilst they giggled, sighed and enjoyed their freedom, Ben planned to go around to Louise’s house for the night whilst arranging a night to go to the cinema with the rest of the group. “So what you wanna do now then, you free for a few drinks?” asked Matt; Natalie shaking her head along with various other members of the group, “Not today, I’ve gotta get home, maybe Thursday? After the Sociology exam?” They all nodded at the suggestion, eventually parting ways; Louise and Ben began walking down the road.

Louise lived about 20 blocks down from the college, walking in order to maintain her slim figure and optimum fitness in which emphasised her great curves and C-cup breasts and beautiful face, the mousy brown hair frizzing around it, looking surprisingly perfect considering how little time she spent on her hair. She took great time getting dressed, having a great fashion sense hence her ambitions to work in the fashion industry. Ben walked with her, enjoying the interesting conversation, despite how much harder he found the walk than her, his athletic capabilities centred around speed, acceleration and technique as opposed to endurance, and was often sweaty and tired by the time he reached her house, the customary tradition being for him to jump right into the shower as soon as they got through the door. The walk consisted of the usual chit chat on this day, the two of them having few secret from each other, knowing everything about each other from sexual problems to embarrassing family affairs. “The house is empty for most of tonight, my family have taken a quick trip to Spain so it’s just me and you till my sister get’s home.”
“When’s that?” Asked Ben through heavy breaths
“Dunno, around 9:00? Considering she’s my younger sister, her social life is wildly more interesting than mine at the moment!” She giggled, half at the comment and half at Ben’s ridiculous lack of stamina. “You know with the way you breath after 10 blocks, I don’t imagine you can be that great in bed!” she laughed,
“You’d think so, yet… that’s not what the ladies tell me!” he chuckled back, the two of them continuing down the street at a leisurely pace, “I guess I’m just a little bit more motivated when there’s a girl completely naked beneath me…”
“Hey, are you saying my house isn’t good enough motivation? ‘Cause my house is pretty awesome!” Louise teased, Ben not even needing to answer, “Beneath ‘ey?”
“Most of the time… It’s all about variety baby.” He revealed without hesitation, the two running out of things to talk about and sharing a long pause. “You know what, I recon I could get a decent B for Maths…” Ben and Louise reached the door just a while later, opening the door to a dark quite house which they soon lit up through clicking of various switches dotted around the walls which they both knew the locations of by heart. “Okay, I’m off for a shower…” Informed Ben; throwing his t-shirt into the washing basket and taking off his shoes with Louise before heading to the bathroom. “I’m gonna go get changed into my PJs…” explained Louise, walking in the opposite direction. “It’s like 5:30, you’re such a grandma!” he chuckled, the two of them parting ways as they threw their school bags down.

Louise ended up checking her email for 10 minutes in her room before getting changed whilst Ben undressed in the bathroom, reaching through a slightly open door and throwing his clothes into the washing basket opposite. He then proceeded to take a shower, readying a pink towel by sink for himself before entering. He first applied shampoo to his short neat hair, washing it thoroughly before soaping down his body, his pectorals particularly impressive due to his recent sports events; he admired his reflection, smiling at the hint of a six pack he believed visible. Louise now finished her emails, switching off her laptop and placing it on charge in the lounge; she removed her socks and shirt, prancing around the house in a bra and jeans before returning to her room and removing her tight denim jeans, black bra and panties. Throwing them on the floor for later organisation; she then turned to her chest of drawers, pulling the bottom one towards her.

Ben turned off the tap, reaching blindly for his towel through the mist, grabbing it and drying his hair and feet before stepping out of the shower completely and opening the door. Meanwhile Louise stared confused into her drawer, as she saw that for the first time since she’d moved in, it was completely empty. The impossibility of it was overwhelming as Louise usually had drawers that were undoubtedly over-filled and rarely was any space ever free but now the drawer was empty, in fact, as she fumbled around she realised all the drawers were empty. Considering for a moment her parents may have played a joke on her or something, she looked down to see her underwear and jeans had disappeared from the floor. She ran over to her closets, opening them one by one and finding them completely empty, she began to get worried, realising she was now utterly naked, her amazing body visible for anyone to see. Turning around she saw even the duvet and pillows from her bed had disappeared, right down to the teddies and the mattress cover, there was absolutely nothing to cover herself up with, “Is this a nightmare?” she asked aloud, completely stunned.

Ben headed over to his schoolbag where he had packed a spare change of clothing, realising that his shoes and his bag was missing. He chuckled, assuming Louise was just playing practical jokes in order to catch him in a pink towel; take a picture or something. He didn’t care particularly but still plotted to try and beat her. He ran for the laundry room opposite, looking into the washing basket to find all the whole thing had been emptied out, “Your clever, I’ll give you that…” he smiled, looking for something to cover up with, he found a white dressing gown, putting it on and throwing his towel away, he made his way down the hall creeping into her spare room in hope of finding the spare trousers he left there. Closing the door behind him he looked around the room, noticing the bed had been completely stripped and even the curtains had been removed for some reason. His trousers were nowhere to be found.

Louise panicked, trying to think clearly as she tried to explain the strange events unfolding before her very eyes, clutching at the concept of it being some kind of mind trick or even that she was very tired or stressed, but it soon became aware to her that this was not the case. Hoping Ben was still in the shower, she tip-toed to the door barefoot, turning the handle slowly and checking the coast was clear before quickly shutting the door again. She couldn’t see anyone out there, and prepared to make a run for the laundry room.

Ben crept out of the spare room, unknowingly trapping the rope of the loosely tied robe in the door. He heard the door in front of him begin to open, darting to the side as his dressing gown slid off; he fell out of it, straight into a nude Louise attempting to run down the hall, they fell onto the floor on top of each other. They gasped loudly, looking up to see that Ben’s robe had vanished and both doors were shut. “Oh my god, it’s happening to you too?” asked Louise, Ben jumping up and trying to look for his dressing gown, “What’s happening?” he asked confused, as Louise tried to find the words to express the situation, “All my clothes are gone! Even the ones I took off a minute ago, even the bed cover have disappeared!” she exclaimed,
“I thought you stole mine, my bag has disappeared and so has everything in the laundry basket… where the hell did my robe go!? This doesn’t make any sense.” He shook his head in disbelief, “This must be some kind of practical joke!” he told her, as she corrected him, pointing out the impossibilities of a robe vanishing seconds after being taken off, they would have seen someone take it. Louise pulled at her door handle, the door was locked, the spare room door too, there was nothing they could do.

“Okay look, let’s be adults about this. Fuck knows what’s going on! But we’re adults, I’ve seen naked women… and you’ve seen naked men before, possibly visa versa, but lets just look, and then get on to finding our way out of this ridiculous situation okay?” Ben told her. Louise nodding as they counted down from three with their eyes shut, before taking a step back to admire their naked bodies. “Wow, your Willy’s pretty big…”
“Don’t use that word! You know I hate it…” Chuckled Ben nervously.
“Well what would you prefer in this situation?” She asked, never taking her eyes off of Ben’s body.
“Dick, cock, penis, anything but Willy; in all and every situation!” he told her, admiring her great figure as his dick hardened spontaneously, reaching it’s full 7 inch length whilst he blushed bright red, “Uh, sorry…”
“It’s okay…” she told him, admiring his muscle tone and strong legs.
“Go on then… give us a twirl!” he chuckled, Louise turning around slowly to reveal her amazing arse and the rest of her beautiful long legs. He loved the way her gorgeous hair tumbled down her back. “Your look really good, honestly” he told her, not knowing quite how to complement her without it being too weird, she thanked him quietly. As she returned to face him he turned to, this made her laugh and broke the tension a little before they set off down the corridor, Ben still as hard as before and Louise growing increasingly wet.

“I don’t believe in God but; vanishing items, miraculously locking doors? That sounds like a miracle to me…” Louise explained, thinking aloud as she tried to rationalise the impossible feat she had observed. “What, so God’s trying to get us to have sex? I don’t think so…” he laughed off silly suggestion, Louise taking particular interest in his use of the word “Sex”. “What makes you think he wants us to have sex?” she asked him as they neared the corner. Ben once again knowing that this question didn’t particularly require an answer. “See! The basket’s empty, so is the washing machine, the dryer, what about your parent’s room?” he asked. Louise shaking her head knowing the door would be locked. “Then what do we do then?” he asked, Louise checking the coat hooks by the door which had been cleared. Eventually moving over to the front door which pulled at; “We’re locked in; every door’s locked and we’re completely naked!” she pointed out, a little tremble in her voice as saying it aloud actually made her clit flinch. It was actually turning her on a little.

Ben backed against a wall, sliding down it until his bare bum hit the floor, sitting down and trying to think things through. Louise walked over sitting next to him, pretending to ponder as well when all she could think about at the moment was his big cock, she’d never seen one so big before and though it had never been a big deal before, she couldn’t stop imagining how something that big would feel… inside her. Right now, Ben’s mind was on a similar matter, he wondered why he had never felt attracted to Louise before, I mean sure he knew she was attractive he just never though of her in that way, but now he wondered how damaging it could be, just a kiss, just another look? Turning his head he waited for her to turn and look back into his eyes before leaning forward and kissing her passionately on the lips, their tongues eager to explore each other’s mouths as their hands brushed over each others faces. Ben pulled away suddenly realising the weirdness of their current predicament, “I’m sorry…” he whispered quietly, for the first time, neither of them knew what to do next, usually they were just themselves around each other but now they each didn’t know what they wanted.

Ben had moved away a little when parting from the kiss, now a bit further from Louise, she crawled between his open legs, kissing him again as he lay gently back and she climbed on top of him. “Are you… sure… about this?” Ben asked through gaps in their kissing; Louise not wasting such time, simply moaning directly into his mouth. He rolled on top of her giggling, slipping his rigid cock into her wet tight cunt, pushing inch by inch as she moaned, her tense hole adjusting to the huge member. “Ohhhh yeaaahhhh…” she groaned, pushing her hips up to meet his, Ben sucking lightly on her left nipple as she whined. “Got any weird requests?” she giggled, Ben looking up at her, reaching his arms down to pick up her legs, then lifting her up as he stood, pushing her up against the wall with his cock still inside her, “Yeah, wrap your legs around me!” he ordered, the two giggling in unison as he held up her whole weight (which wasn’t much) and she slid her slender thighs upward and gripped his waist tightly to hers with her long legs. He began pumping in and out of her, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she groaned, Ben kissing up her neck, loving the feel of her fantastic legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her senseless, “You’re not one of those screamers are you?” he asked her, increasing his pace. She moaned loudly before being able to respond, “Depends how good you are…” she sniggered, Ben confidently stating, “I’ll fuck you senseless!” the response immediate as she began using her legs to speed up his pace. “Oh god yeah, that’s right, talk dirty!” she laughed, wrapping the smooth warm skin of her arms around his shoulders, kissing him hard. “Oh you like that do you?” he asked, “Want me to penetrate you faster with my monster cock? Want me to rub my hands slowly up and down your firm ass?” he asked, lightly rubbing the silky cheeks as he began sucking on her ear lobe. “No… not faster, harder! HARDER!” she cried, Ben pushing deeper into her, her legs maintaining a steady pace as he moved his hand down, tracing his forefinger around the sensitive circumference of her anus. “Oh god that’s good!” she shrieked, her body beginning to shake as Ben grew closer to cumming. “Oh shit! I’m not on the pill! Fuuuuccccckkkk!” Louise cried out, not slowing down her movements. “Oh my god… I don’t have a condom. I don’t have anything like that…” he realised, the two painfully coming to the conclusion they’ll have to stop.

“Holy shit, I can’t stop!” Ben exclaimed, noticing that quite literally his body wouldn’t respond, the correction process was forcing them to have sex, they were scheduled to have sex several time that night. “I can’t stop either, what the fuck is going on, ahhhh!” Louise cried out, her orgasm building uncontrollably, Louise now had no doubt this was some kind of act of God, what else could literally force their limbs to move with a mind of their own. “Oh fuck, I can’t control it, I’m gonna cu…” Ben was cut off by a sudden kiss from Louise as she curled her toes, moaning louder and louder as she arched her back into him, Ben grabbing her firm tits and kneading them softly as he came into her, continuing to shag her until she screamed, louder and louder, pumping him for every drop as she too had an immense orgasm screaming bloody murder before lying back in exhaustion as Ben lowered them to the floor, finally gaining control. The two breathed heavily as they lay speechless and recovered from the most amazing feeling of their lives. “You… were right… you’re… so… good…” Louise groaned. Ben smiling contentedly, “Are you kidding me, you’re like a goddess, and seeing you cum like that… it was so sexy!” he explained, chuckling as he remembered the dirty talk, “So you like the dirty talk ‘ey?” he smiled as Louise beamed back, excited that she had found someone who could adequately do that during sex, she bit he upper lip devilishly “Yeah, it’s so hot to hear a guy explain exactly what he wants to do to you, as if it’s something naughty and secret… The more detail the better, you know?

After a few minutes of silence, Ben rolled off Louise, laying there sweating before Louise wrapped her slender arms around him, “So… you got any weird fetishes?” she asked him excitedly, cuddling into him and lifting her leg over her him. He hesitated for a moment, “Nope, not really…” he stated, Louise seeing right through him,
“Come on! I told you mine!” she chuckled
“Yeah but I did it! You gotta promise…” Explained Ben; Louise cutting him off mid-sentence, “I promise! I promise!” he paused for a moment suspensefully, “You’re gonna think this is weird…”
“No! Come on!” She whined,
“Okay, Well, I kinda like girls feet… well not all of them but…” he told her blushing.
“Do you like mine?” She enquired innocently,
“Kinda…” He shyly responded, Louise revealing she’d always wondered about toe sucking and kinky stuff like that. She sat up, as did he, lifting her foot and brining it to his mouth, sucking softly on her big toe, running his tongue over the soft pad and feeling the warm texture in his mouth as she moaned quietly, “That’s nice…” she groaned, “Kinda like a pedicure… except with like; more sucking!” She giggled, Ben concentrating at the task at hand as he ran his tongue all over her foot, savouring the salty taste as she enjoyed it more, surprised at how much she was actually enjoying it. The licking continued in silence for a while, the two unaware of the way their life was supposed to have turned out; see on the drunk night they had sex, they were exhausted, drinking tons of water in order to cut down dehydration and sobering up enough to realise they’d enjoyed it, and then continued in the bedroom, meanwhile Louise’s younger sister Nicole got home, surprised at the amount of unopened alcohol sitting on the table, with seemingly no-one around, she too got tipsy sitting in the garden, stumbling back into the house a while later and walking in on Ben and Louise having sex. Louise threatened to tell everyone they knew and even their parents about their encounter, which the didn’t want to happen, especially as in this instance Ben was going out with a girl called so Nicole blackmailed them into allowing her to have sex with Ben despite the fact she was barely old enough to be having sex at just 16 whilst they where nearly 18 as Nicole was horny from the drinking. Louise got herself a little more drunk whilst her sister shagged Ben and eventually she allowed Ben to orally pleasure her whilst Nicole fucked him. Of course we know in reality this isn’t how it has turned out. Ben dumped Sarah a week ago and Nicole never got drunk and blackmailed Ben.

Ben continued to lick up Louise’s glossy legs, moving up her knee then to her bare pussy where he licked between the folds, flicking his tongue over her clit as she pushed her pelvis up into his face, the sweet moisture filling his senses. He moved his hand under her as, circling her anus again before gently pushing his finger inside. She suddenly stood up, placing her hands on either side of the wall and sticking her ass out uncontrollably. “Oh shit! Oh my god, not that!” She cried out, once again out of control and unable to move as Ben walked over, lining the tip of his cock up with her tight anus, “Oh god this is gonna hurt…” he announced as he pushed gently into her, rubbing his fingers between her cunt lips to gain moisture then rubbing it on his slowly penetrating cock for lube. “AHHH! AHHHHHHHH!” Screamed Louise, her face contorted in pain.

As his dick finally slotted in to the hilt, a sigh of relief was shared between them for a moment, before Ben began to withdraw his cock slowly, Louise smashing the wall with her fist as she screamed, attempting to control the immense pain. Ben’s face displayed clear agony as he was forced to thrust back into her tight hole, slowly increasing pace as the two who had been no more than friends a few hours ago were now fucking analy. “No More! PLEASE, NO MORE!” Screamed Louise, her bare feet sliding across the floor as her legs where pushed wider apart by the huge rod in her ass. It was then Ben gripped her waist and began thrusting faster and faster, Louise’s perfect tits bouncing with her as tears ran down her cheek, the pain gradually subsiding and the feeling actually grew quite nice. Louise moaned lightly, Ben hearing this and using one of his hands to stroke her breasts, flicking his fingers over and around her rigid nipples, longing to take on in his mouth.

The next move was unanticipated, a sudden voice silenced their cries as from behind the front door could be heard “Okay Lucy, thanks! Bye…” they each knew it was Louise’s sister Nicole coming home a little early and several problems presented themselves, the fact they where naked and unable to stop shagging was the first, the second being could Nicole help them escape. Could Louise’s sister be dragged in to all this with them? As Nicole unlocked the door and walked in, she didn’t look up, taking a few steps into the hall before seeing the two of them fucking in the corner. She immediately jumped up, falling backwards onto the floor. “What the fu… you guys?!” she screamed, trying to pull at the door handles but the door was locked. “Stop it! Stop!” she cried at them, Louise unable to speak as she groaned again, “We can’t, we don’t know what’s happening, we can’t… control this… all the doors are locked and weird stuff is going on.” Ben attempted to explain, Nicole mesmerized by their movements but disturbed by the image of seeing her sister and Ben nude who she knew quite well. Nicole was 16 but looked young for her age being quite small, despite this fact though, she was very attractive with a cute look to her, and much bigger breasts of someone of her size at a unusual B-C cup, she acted older than her age, being reasonably mature and very socially and sexually active, getting a new boyfriend every few weeks or so.

“What the fuck are you talking about!?” Asked Nicole, utterly confused. “Fuck… Nicole, please go somewhere else!” Screamed Louise, unable to piece her thoughts together logically as she threw her head back screaming; the anal fuck felt fantastic but it wasn’t enough, Ben needed to finger her, she knew it but couldn’t say it in front of her little sister. “I can’t…” whispered Nicole, in a slow, trance-like state, unable to stop staring as she rose to her feet. “You can, just go!” Screamed Louise once more, “UHHHHH!”
“No, I can’t move! I can’t move my legs or anything… I’m… stuck!” panicked Nicole, her face clearly showing her worry but her body disobeying as her hand slid down her chest and into her tiny tight denim shorts, undoing the button and zip with her spare hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to move again soon, I don’t know what it is, it’s like, there’s something you have to do and once you do it you have control again…” Murmured Ben, as Louise could hold it in no longer,
“Oh my god Ben! My cunt! Put your fingers in my cunt!” She screamed, now indifferent to her sister’s presence.

Ben slid his fingers down from the perfect breast to her wet sticky cunt where he rubbed her throbbing clit hard, hearing her whine as he enjoyed the feeling of the sensitive skin between his fingers. “Oh God!” Cried Nicole, her hand a frenzy of movement beneath her wet panties as she fingered her pussy with immense speed, an action Ben chose to imitate with Louise as she screamed out, “YEAH, YEAH YEEAAAHHHH!!!”
“You like that? Like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers? Huh?” asked Ben, remembering Louise’s fetish for dirty talk,
“Oh yeah baby, its sooo good! Fuck my ass, faster, that’s right fuck my ASS!” Louise screeched now, her mind forgetting anything and everything other than her need for an immense orgasm. “My sister’s gonna see me cum… oh god…” Louise thought, unable to stop herself, even if she could of, she didn’t even know if she would anymore.

Ben was getting very close, the noises Louise made really turned him on and Nicole’s moaning was hot too, he remembered seeing Nicole a year or so ago at some swimming pool and remembering how fit she looked in a Bikini, he used to fantasize about her for a while, she had these amazing tits and the cutest little feet. He began to fuck Louise faster, his cock now pounding into her as he frantically fingered her, cursing aloud as he came inside her anus. “Oh yeah! That’s so goooooodd!!! Don’t stop! God yeah, don’t stoooppp!!!” Louise screamed, her voice beginning to elevate as a wave of pleasure began to wash over her. “Uh, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhh! UHHH, UHHH! UUUUUHHHHHH!!!!” She cried, as she knew this was gonna be like nothing she’d felt before, her toes forming fists against the ground as her sexy abdomen was thrust forward, her cunt grinding down on Ben’s fingers as he finger fucked her over the edge, her pussy exploding as she squirted cum like she never had done before, the sticky liquid smashing into the floor for a few seconds before she fell back exhausted as Ben eased out of her. “Holy fuck Ben, you’re amazing!” she moaned.

Nicole had enjoyed sex several times despite her age, loving the feeling of a man inside her but never having tried the use of vibrators or fingering. Life’s schedule for Nicole concluded that this event would lead her to become addicted to orgasms, fingering herself on a daily basis and gradually increasing the amount until she became a prostitute for a short time, before meeting the man that would change her life forever. “What the fuck is this!” Screamed Nicole, having heard of masturbation but never imagining it could feel better than sex, she arched her back until her spare hand was touching the floor in a crab-like position, she thrust her pelvis into the air screaming out as she continued to finger herself uncontrollably, “AHHHH! My god! Stop! WHY CAN’T I STOP!!!” she shrieked, “NO, NO NO!!!!” she cried; cumming powerfully as liquid ran down her thighs and through her ass crack before she fell to the floor. Ben watched intently with Louise, “You know I’ve never fingered myself…” she told Ben, who already knew,
“You’ve told me before… that’s all gonna change when we’re going out,” he smiled, expecting the next question,
“We’re going out are we?” She giggled, her pussy moistening with the thought, “I figured so, if that’s okay with you…” he said, kissing her and fondling with her breast before reaching down and sucking on the solid nub, savouring the texture with his tongue. “Mmmmm… Fine with me…” She groaned, as Ben slid further down, Louise grabbing her own tits to massage them. Her cunt throbbed as Ben reached it, licking at it erotically before flicking his tongue repeatedly over her clit as it grew. He began rubbing against it roughly, inserting two fingers inside of her to stimulate Louise’s G-spot to which she screamed in response.

He then began to run his lips over her clit before moving his tongue into position and grinding it against the nub, hearing Louise scream as she stroked her breasts; wrapping her soft legs around his head, pushing her wet snatch upward into his face she had another immense orgasm, gripping his hair as she forced him to stay and lick up the sweet cum she oozed.

Ben now stood up, walking towards Nicole with Louise in tow. They reached her rapidly breathing body as she looked up at them innocently. Ben pulled her to her feet; Nicole assuming they had regained control of themselves but was wrong as Ben leaned in for a kiss that took her by shock, wrapping her arms around him as Louise moved behind, pulling down her tiny open shorts that barely covered her private areas and showed off her ass well. Nicole wriggled her hips in order to help Louise take it off as they where all silent in shock and worry of what was coming next. Ben broke the kiss, reaching down and lifting off her loose black tank top which slid over her head and arms as she whimpered, “No…” She now stood in just her underwear and dolly shoes which where removed by Ben as he licked seductively at her foot. Ben now lay on his back as Nicole crawled on top of him, straddling him and grinding her wet panties into his crotch before whispering, “I want to fuck you…” unable to stop herself. He reached behind her back, unclasping the sexy black bra as it fell away from her perfect body. She moved her hand down as she kissed him, yanking off her sticky panties before pushing his thick cock into her. Louise crept around them, as the two’s kiss parted she sat on Ben’s face, pushing her cunt into his lips with pressure as Nicole sat upright, riding him cowgirl style as she screamed aloud, pumping up and down with her powerful legs as she fucked Ben hard, her hands on either side of her neck as she pushed out her elbows, trying to cope with the inexplicable pleasure.

Louise watched her sister, unable to stop but still enjoying the looks on her face as she finally got the taste of a real cock like she had done. Ben brought his fingers up towards his face, slipping them into Louise’s cunt as he licked frantically at the enflamed cliterous; meanwhile Nicole fucked him roughly, riding up and down on his huge rod as her breasts bounced, “Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” Screamed Nicole, the solid cock smashing repeatedly into her G-spot. “Mmmmmm” Moaned Louise aloud, her orgasm beginning to build up as she watched her sister whine. “FUCK! FUCK!” she shrieked, pressing her palms against Ben’s abdomen in order to keep her balance and channel her pleasure through extending her arms. The thought of Ben cumming inside her crossed her mind, quickly vanishing as she was unable to process the danger during such immense pleasure. “That’s right, lick me right there! Right there! YES! YES!!!” Cried Louise, pressing her pussy into Ben’s face, her sweet juices squelching as he tasted them.

“AHHHH! FUCK! SHIT! COCK!” cursed Nicole, the slapping sounds loudening as she began to fuck him faster and faster, screaming battle cries as she did until her vaginal walls contracted around the solid dick, a few more thrusts causing her to erupt around him as she leaned forward, stretching out her legs and pulling back her head as she came all over his dick, her juices coating his pelvis as she relaxed and prepared to stop fucking him, but she couldn’t, she just kept pumping up and down, and with the growing sensitivity in her cunt it became painful, “AHHH! SHIT! STOP!!! NOOO!” she shouted, Louise suddenly exploding over Ben’s face as she giggled, pushing her hips into his face as Ben feasted on her; finally pulling away as Louise rolled off of him out of exhaustion. Nicole brought her face closer to his, her fearful expression turning him on as he hated himself for it. She screamed bloody murder as he felt her cunt engulf his cock once more, her back arcing as she had another strong orgasm, kissing him hard as he too came, his sperm flowing into her. He could hear her sob as her lips pressed against his. She sat bolt upright suddenly, pulling him out of her as she lay back, grabbing his dick and jerking him off in a frenzy. “Shit, stop!” Ben instructed, Nicole unresponsive as she leant her face in towards it, wincing as she predicted the next event, Ben throwing his head back, as Nicole shook hers, unable to move, unable to scream as her mouth was forced slowly open, centimetre by centimetre until it was wide open, Nicole finally able to scream just as Ben grunted, his cum shooting out of him and into her face, some covering her smooth supple cheeks, a few drops caught in her silky soft hair, and a majority firing straight into her mouth, coating her tender lips and splashing against her tongue, the sweet taste shocking her; as at long last she regained control of herself, as did Ben and Louise, who now all lay there, panting on the floor.

Nicole wiped the cum from her face in disgust, Ben lying back in hope that it was all over and that he’d have time to get his breath back. “What happens now?” he asked, getting to his feet and looking around, their clothes had not returned and yanking on the door handles he soon learned they were still locked. He checked every door along the corridor, shaking each door handle before moving onto the next; when eventually he got to Louise’s room, pulling the handle and opening the door. “You guys! Look, this door opens!” he shouted, Louise and Nicole stumbling over they entered the dim room, everything cleared except for the sheets and pillows of the bed which had returned. Ben leapt onto the comfy bed, nestling into the comfortable fabric as Nicole and Louise joined him on either side; the door shutting and locking behind them. They lay on their backs, Ben’s arms around the girls’ shoulders as they looked up at the blank ceiling. Louise rolled over onto Ben, his hard on growing as she got on top of him, his cock pressing against her abdomen before she slid it inside her, pressing her amazing body against his as they shared an intimate kiss. Louise then pushed up a bit, their bodies no longer pressed together but their hips occasionally slapping into each other as they were forced to fuck. “No…” muttered Ben as he noticed Nicole standing up; she sat on the top of the headboard with her feet on either side of his face as she grabbed a handful of Louise’s hair and pulled her upward into Nicole’s pussy. “NO! NOT THAT!” Cried Louise, moments before she was immersed in the wet cunt her tongue unable to stop licking at her clit, her fingers soon being used to penetrate her sisters snatch. Louise continued to fuck Ben, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly as she fought for balance. Ben couldn’t believe what was happening.

Nicole then lifted her right foot, placing it above Ben’s face so he could smell them, witnessing the perfect wrinkles form in her sole as she pressed the soft flesh against his cheeks, her toes sliding into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around them, exploring every crevice. She then picked up her left foot, pushing it against his face so he could feel the texture and allow the scent to fill his nostrils. Nicole couldn’t stop, loving the feel of her feet being worshipped as her cunt was feasted on by her sister, she hated it but the sense of Taboo was overwhelming, to the point she grabbed her nipples and began pinching them, rolling them between her fingers as she watched her sister fucking Ben with brute force as she screamed and thrust into him, licking furiously at Nicole’s cunt as she felt herself step over the edge into paradise, her cunt squeezing Ben’s huge cock. Ben came too, his cum filling her up as she had a second orgasm, clutching at his dick for every morsel of sperm until they each drew to a halt. Concentrating on pleasuring Nicole who wasn’t far off; Louise pulled her sister down and onto the bed, burying her face in the steamy cunt immediately as Ben was pushed to the edge of the bed. Nicole sat up as the waves of pleasure hit again and again, cooing and moaning in bliss as she saw Ben get another boner. She slid her foot up the sheets, pressing the sole of her foot against his dick, the placing the sole of her other foot on the opposite side and jerking him off with her sexy feet, having a rigid rod between her soft soles felt good and having her toes brush over his cock felt amazing until she began to get close.

Louise licked frantically at the cunt, finger fucking her sister with lightning speed until she knew she had to taste her sister’s nipples. Without removing her fingers, she leant up and sucked on Nicole’s rigid buds, revolving her tongue around them as she continued to masturbate her sister, Nicole grabbing Louise’s head and kissing her with enigmatic passion as she lifted her legs to wrap them round her older sibling, this pulled Ben gradually forward until he was on his knees, his cock pressed right up against Louise’s arse as Nicole began to scream, loosening her grip on his cock, he pulled back out of frustration for his ever furthering ejaculation. He plunged his cock into Louise’s cunt from behind, fucking her relentlessly as he heard the two moan erotically at each other as Nicole cursed, Ben hearing her juices squirt out and hit Louise’s stomach, Nicole begging her to stop the fingering but Louise was to caught up with Ben, the reverse stimulation feeling very good as she screamed as came, leaning forward as Nicole prepared to cum again, using her legs to squeeze Louise to the point she fell forward, Ben on the brink of orgasm as he was pulled forward, his cock slipping out of Louise and sliding right into Nicole’s cunt as she came with force, her pussy squeezing Ben’s dick as his sperm flowed into Nicole despite her verbal protests. The wrong person.

See Louise would much later find out she was infertile, all the sperm that had entered her would not make her pregnant, but the sperm that accidentally made it’s way into Nicole the second time would later make her pregnant. Of course she would have a miscarriage but the repercussions of this correction would be great. As the three fell asleep in the cosy bed wrapped around each other; their clothes returned, the doors unlocking; unaware of what awaited them in the form of Correction.

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