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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of
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Ill Conceived (MF, mF, Mf, mf, nc, drug, 1st, impreg, inc, voy)
by Krosis
of the Collective
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I found a box of old videotapes while looking for something to tape a
show on. I couldn't remember what was on them, so put one
into the VCR.
I watched as it showed myself, in a nice shirt, stepping back after
setting my video camera to record. As I moved further back
from the camera I could see our bed and my wife lying on it, still
clothed but clearly far from coherent, her eyes closed.
Was this one of our sex tapes? Why was it tossed into this
box instead of in our locked-up collection?
I noted the date and time at the bottom of the screen: almost
a year ago. I began to feel nauseous as I figured out which
tape this was.
My wife Pearl and I had left our two-year-old son in the care of a
babysitter, the son of one of my co-workers, and we had gone to a
friend's housewarming party. Pearl got piss drunk and I was
the designated driver, so when we got home I practically had to pour
her into bed. We had been trying to have another baby and
before the party she had mentioned jumping my bones when we got home,
so I set the video camera up to tape what I figured would be a
mind-blowing fuck, provided I could get a response from her.
I watched as I moved to the bed, opening her blouse. I
massaged her nicely-rounded boobs through her bra, making her
sigh. I then zipped off her short skirt and moved her panties
aside, rubbing her pussy lips and clitoris. She was very wet.
Thinking back, I remembered that I hadn't taken Todd, the babysitter,
back home yet, and had to forgo playing with my near-unconscious wife
to do that. However, on the tape I saw in the reflection from
the vanity mirror the slightly open bedroom door...and Todd, watching
us!
I couldn't believe it! He was only there for a few seconds and then
slipped away when he saw me getting up from the bed. I never
knew the little bugger had seen! Well, not many sixteen-year-olds get
such an eyeful, and he never mentioned it...no harm done, right?
I had forgotten to turn off the camera as I left the bedroom, closing
the door behind me. A minute later I heard it: fast
footfalls from my mad dash into the bathroom, as I rushed to the toilet
bowl just in time to evacuate most of my stomach contents. I
had eaten some shellfish at the party, and I found out later that
everyone who did got violently sick that night. I could hear
on the tape the retching sounds I made from the bathroom across the
hall. I felt sympathy pains in my stomach just listening...I
had never been so sick in my life.
I had then asked Todd to stay and continue babysitting while I went to
the hospital, green-faced. What followed was eight hours of
gut-wrenching agony in a sick bed. When I got back in the
morning Todd was asleep on the couch. I gave him a big bonus
and he walked home. I collapsed onto our bed and slept like
the dead.
I had been thinking about that night and watching my beautiful
unconscious wife on the screen, laying there in a stupor, for several
minutes. I was just reaching to turn the tape off when the
mirror showed the bedroom door opening a little. It was Todd!
"Mrs. Harrison?" he called out softly. With no answer he
tentatively crept into the room, blocking the camera's view of the
bed. From that angle he could clearly see her bra and wet
panties.
Get the fuck out of there, I was mentally yelling at the kid on the
tape as I stared at the screen. How DARE he?!
He called out to my wife again, louder this time. With no
response, he moved around to her side of the bed and sat down next to
her. All I could do was watch.
He stared at my wife's substantial bra-covered boobs for about a
minute, then moved his head down near her crotch. He paused
there and after a moment of confusion I realized he could smell her
arousal. After my finger play she had been quite wet.
He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the
knee. He gave her a shake. She stretched out her
other leg, opening herself up to his view, but that was about
it. Emboldened by her lack of resistance he moved his hand up
to her inner thigh. Still nothing.
Seemingly shy about going any further toward her pussy, he instead
moved his hands to her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed them,
watching her face intently for any sign of awareness. There
was none, and he was able to find her bra's front clasp, releasing her
milky-white globes.
Even at the camera's distance I could see that her nipples were
erect. She had been horny all that night, grinding her pelvis
into me when she had the chance. Todd grasped a nipple
between his fingers. A groan escaped Pearl's lips, and Todd
jumped back, ready to run out of the room. However, when she
didn't wake after a minute of him holding his breath, he sat back down.
He leaned forward for a kiss. He nibbled on her lips and she
seemed to make a slight effort to return the kisses. He was
kissing her at a bad angle so he clambered onto the bed between her
legs. His hands returned to her boobs, manhandling
(boyhandling?) them as he slobbered over her mouth.
Then he relaxed and lowered his body just enough. His pelvis
made contact with hers and she pushed her horny panty-covered cunt back
at him. He gasped at the feeling of it through his jeans,
then started to dry-hump her.
The sixteen-year-old babysitter was dry-humping my wife in our marital
bed, and all I could do was watch.
After a few minutes he pulled back. Thank God, I thought to
myself, he realized what a bad thing he was doing. He's going
to go back to the living room, whack off and go to sleep.
Deluded.
He inexpertly pulled off my wife's panties, then gazed at her distended
vaginal lips. He reached out and touched them, causing my
wife to push her crotch at his fingers. She was still out of
it, and thought Todd was me.
He pulled back, stood there for a moment, and looked at my naked
unconscious wife. After having our son Robert she still had a
little "mummy tummy", but I always thought it looked nice; a badge of
honor, I had said. Her breasts were larger than before thanks
to the pregnancy and breast feeding. She was still a hot
little number.
Todd made his decision and took off his pants. NO, I screamed
at him in my head. He clambered in between my wife's legs,
pushing his hard little pecker at my wife's creaming hole.
NO! NO! He poked and prodded, obviously knowing a little of what to do,
but not how to actually do it. NO! NO! NO! Finally he hit the
right spot, and gasped as he sunk himself partway into her.
Pearl groaned. Todd held himself still as he got used to the
feel of a woman's insides. Then he pushed himself further
into her, eliciting another groan from my horny wife.
Todd buried his face into my wife's neck as he pulled out a bit and
then pushed in again, this time going all the way in. My wife
groaned loudly at this, her legs folding up so that her feet were flat
on the bed. Todd reached down to her hips, holding them as he
pulled back and jammed himself into her again.
Soon he built up a rhythm. The camera's microphone picked up
their gasps of pleasure, getting louder as they continued. My
wife was pushing her pelvis back at the teenaged boy now, her body in
heat while her mind was still in la-la land.
Her arms went around the boy's shoulders while her legs crossed behind
his butt, pulling him even deeper. They were rutting into
each other, and I heard my wife muttering in her stupor:
"Oh God yes! Fuck me! I love it!"
This was too much for inexperienced Todd. In fact, now that I
think about it, it was amazing he held out that long. He groaned loudly
and pushed as hard as he could into my wife.
"YES! OH YES! DO IT! Oh Jack..." my wife blathered. I
imagined Todd's smaller boy penis swelling and exploding his young cum
deep inside her. I moaned as my cock did the same in my pants
as I watched.
Finally it was over. Todd gave Pearl a kiss and pulled out of
her. She moaned in disappointment, then rolled over and
started to breathe more slowly as she returned to oblivious
sleep. By the time sheepish Todd had dressed and left the
room, she was in a deep slumber.
Once my post-orgasm high was over, I realized I had just watched the
conception of our daughter, Maddie. Well, Pearl's daughter,
anyway. I had made love to my wife the next day, at the tail
end of her fertile cycle, and a month later she told me the wonderful
news. Maddie had been born a day early...A DAY
EARLY. Hindsight is 20/20, they say, and I was now thinking
about my daughter's features. She didn't REALLY look like me;
my wife, sure...and Todd!
I popped the tape out and write-protected it, then put it in a safe
place. I did NOT tell Pearl about it. She loves
Maddie, and I don't want to destroy their relationship. Truth
to tell, I love Maddie too, even though at that point I knew she wasn't
mine.
Still, something had to be done. That little raping bastard
was not going to get away with it.
A few days later I called my co-worker's house. I asked for
Todd, his son, and after a few seconds the boy came on the line.
"Hey, Mr. Harrison, do you need me to babysit?" he asked.
"No. I know what you did to my wife, you little shit."
Silence.
"I taped that night a year ago. You didn't know that, did
you, mother fucker?"
Todd started to blubber, but I cut him right off: "Tomorrow,
you get your ass over here at 2pm. We're going to have a
talk."
"O-okay..."
"And Todd?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Bring your sister."
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Ill Conceived Part 2
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Todd arrived with his sister Sarah at precisely 1:55pm on Saturday
afternoon. I told him 2pm because Pearl had taken the kids to
see her parents for the day, so we would have hours to
ourselves. I also informed him to dress for swimming.
Sarah was a pretty girl: 15 years old, long brown hair, a
little overbite and a slim body with some of the curves that would only
become curvier as she got older. She was a knockout, and her
breasts looked yummy puffing out the top of her one-piece swimsuit.
"Come in! Come in!" I greeted them warmly, ushering them up to the
living room. Sarah hadn't been here before, and complimented
me on our house. Teenaged girls were so easy to impress.
I explained that we were so happy with Todd's "performance" -- at which
point I gave him a wink and a sly smile which made his cheeks go red --
that I was letting him use our pool today, and if Sarah wanted, could
she take over as our babysitter after Todd went away to
college? Sarah was flattered and said yes, she would love to.
I turned them loose on the pool. Todd looked bewildered,
wondering when the other shoe would drop. Soon, I mused.
After a couple hours of splashing around in the summer sun I called
them inside for cucumber sandwiches. When Sarah asked for a
drink I brought them each an opened bottle of beer from the fridge.
They both stared at the beers. "Go ahead," I urged
them. "Enjoy yourself. Just one, though."
At this, they took the proffered bottles, sniffed the hoppy brew and
sipped a bit. Though they both made a face at the somewhat
bitter taste of lager, they did not hand them back. They were
teenagers, after all; they wanted to be adults, not kids.
KIDS had to go to bed early. KIDS had to do chores.
ADULTS could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and that included
drinking. Simple psychology.
After we were done I put a movie on for them to watch in the living
room. They kept their bathing suits on and sat on their
towels in order to keep the furniture dry. I noticed that
Sarah was looking a bit tired.
It was a movie that I had picked just for this occasion. It
started out with action but turned sexual partway through.
The critics panned it because the plot was all over the place, but it
was perfect for my purposes.
I kept watching Sarah as the movie switched gears. She seemed
to be having trouble focusing on the movie, but once a couple of the
actors started grinding their bodies together I noticed her mouth
hanging open as she watched, eyes half-lidded. She licked her
lips as the actors pantomimed having sex, and as they "came" I noticed
she was rubbing her thighs together.
About 15 minutes later Sarah was asleep. The date rape drug I
had obtained from a pharmacist friend (I told him my wife wanted to try
it) and slipped into her beer bottle had finally taken effect and she
was out. I stood up, startling Todd.
I moved to the couch, where Sarah had laid back. Her legs
were apart, feet down on the carpet, and I could make out the outline
of her pussy through the swimsuit fabric.
"What are you doing?" Todd exclaimed as I put my hand on his sister's
leg and gave it a shake, which is exactly what he had done to my wife a
year ago.
I looked at him. "What do you think I'm doing?
Getting revenge for what you did to my family." I then
stripped the bathing suit off the young girl's shoulders, revealing her
magnificent petite breasts.
Todd's eyes bugged out at seeing his sister's naked chest, but seemed
unsure. He wanted to protect his sister, but I was bigger
than him and had a tape of him raping my sleeping wife. He
sat where he was, watching.
I reached up and massaged Sarah's boobs. They were about the
size of oranges, and fit my hands nicely. I watched as her
nipples, damp from her wet swimsuit, extended in the cool
air. I tweaked them, then clamped my mouth on one, sucking
her tit meat into my mouth. Her breathing quickened from the
sensation.
I moved to the side so I could kiss the drugged girl, and also slipped
my hand down to her crotch. I deftly moved the swimsuit
fabric aside and played with her young pussy as her big brother
watched, unable to stop me.
I moved my mouth back to her wonderful breasts as I finger-fucked
her. I monitored her breathing, and as she started to push
her hips into my finger I stopped. I moved back down to her
legs and pulled the rest of her swimsuit off.
"Uh..." Todd seemed to be ready to object, but one look from me stopped
him. I could see he was uncomfortable in his chair, his
obvious erection constrained by his trunks.
I removed my clothes quickly and pulled Sarah into a fully laying
position on the couch. I brought my cock up to her pussy lips
and looked over at Todd for any signs of resistance. His eyes
were on her pussy. His curiosity had finally outweighed his
outrage.
I pushed in a little bit. Sarah screwed up her face in
discomfort. A virgin? I wondered. I moved the head
of my penis around a little in the crevice, gathering her vaginal
fluids about it, then pushed in a little more.
"Mmm..." she sighed. Her nipples were sticking out like
bullets, and I pinched them lightly. I pulled out, saw that
the head of my cock was slick with her fluids, and pushed a good couple
inches into her. Nope, no hymen, but women can lose their
hymen through the use of tampons or sex toys, or even vigorous
exercise. She was tight enough to be a virgin, though.
I pulled back again, then pushed halfway into her. My penis
isn't especially long or thick, but at 7 inches I wasn't small
either. Soon her cunny had generated enough fluid that I was
able to begin the "old in-and-out". I pushed her knees back
and to the side in order to be able to achieve deeper
penetration. I kept an eye on her face to make sure I didn't
go too deep, though...I didn't want to hurt her.
She took my full length well enough, so I pushed myself all the way
into her and ground the root of my cock into her clit. She
was gasping at the stimulation, and her (I assume) first fucking.
Her cunt was undulating, milking my cock and I sped up. I
looked at Todd, who was still staring at us, unable to tear his eyes
away or even make a token resistance, then turned my full attention on
the young beauty I was about to fill up with my cum.
I fell onto her, folding her legs back as far as they could go and
started to kiss and nip at her neck. Harder, faster...soon...
"Ohh...OHHH!" She was cumming. In her drug-induced state,
with the earlier sexy scenes from the movie, she had been stimulated
enough that her body responded all the way. I felt her cunt
clamp down on my dick and there was no way I could have held
back. I erupted, my hot white cream spurting deep within the
unconscious young girl. As I spurt within her I felt her cunt
walls rippling, her insides responding to the sensation of the warm
semen splashing within her.
I was spent. I extracted myself from her incredible pussy and
stood up, a long strand of cum still connecting us. I looked
at Todd.
"Can we go?" He looked mortified and afraid.
I looked down at the pretty young girl I had just defiled.
"She's still out of it, and won't be ready to leave for a few hours I
think."
Todd looked crestfallen. "Oh."
I put my clothes back on and sat down next to him. "We're
even now, Todd. Your sister's not having her period right
now, so I figure there's about a one-in-three chance that she's
ovulating this week. That's good enough for me, whether she
gets pregnant or not."
I had purposely left Sarah's clothes off, and I could see my cum
starting to slip out of her. Todd was looking at her again,
and not like a brother should look at his sister.
I looked at her and back to him. "Look, no hard feelings...if
you want to have a go at her..."
He looked shocked, but returned his gaze to the unconscious naked
girl. "I...no, I couldn't..."
I continued, "I've probably already made her pregnant, Todd.
Go for it."
I could see his lower head was winning the fight. It was time
to make sure. I got up and started to head
downstairs. "I gotta take a crap. Do what you
want." Then as I got out of sight I pulled out the remote
control for my video camera and started recording. The
camera, hidden in my entertainment center among all the other LED
lights, went unnoticed as it started up, the two teenagers directly in
its sight. I continued downstairs, secure in the knowledge
that I was not present on this new tape.
I waited a few minutes and then quietly headed back up the
stairs. I could hear Todd huffing and puffing, and his sister
moaning. Simple psychology: his rape of my wife had
most likely been his first sexual experience; the most erotic moment of
his young life. When presented with the same circumstance and
some privacy, the boy chose to again experience sleeping rape.
I poked my head around the corner, careful not to be seen by the
camera. Todd was up on his knees deep inside his sister, his
hands groping her nipply breasts. Her eyes were still closed,
her face rapt with pleasure as she bucked back at him.
My dick sprung back to life at this sight. You see, I knew
something that Todd didn't, and it made my day: after the
birth of what I thought was my second child I had had a
vasectomy. I couldn't get little Sarah pregnant...but Todd
could!
He was ramming his penis into his sister hard...harder than I
had. Her body really seemed to enjoy it, though, as she
thrashed her head back and forth.
Todd leaned forward to get greater penetration and planted his lips on
hers. They passionately swapped spit as he thrust into her at
a frenzied pace.
Finally he could take no more and thrust into her hard, groaning
loudly, obviously not caring to keep quiet any more. Sarah
cried out as his cock pulsed deep inside her once, twice, three times,
four...he started to thrust into her again as she orgasmed as well, her
cunt sucking the rest of the potent cream from his balls and deep into
her young, hopefully fertile body.
I turned off the camera remotely and came back into the room.
Todd quickly got off of his sister, but it was obvious what he had been
doing. He looked mortified.
I started to get Sarah back into her swimsuit. "Relax, Todd,
she's a hot piece of ass. No shame in tapping it, even if
she's your sister. It's not like she's going to remember it."
Todd seemed to relax a little at that, and sat down to wait out his
sister's stupor. I covered Sarah with a blanket, and while
Todd wasn't looking I put a pillow under her butt, allowing her
brother's sperm to pool at the back of her vagina, increasing her
chances of getting pregnant.
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Epilogue
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I told Todd about the second tape before he left. He knew
better than to try to turn me in, especially since he was the only one
on the tape raping his sister.
Sarah did get pregnant, though she of course had no idea who the father
was. I convinced her father not to beat the crap out of one
of Todd's friends that had slept over at their house a couple of times,
and he thanked me once the boy gave a blood sample and was cleared of
paternity.
Once the child was born (my friend's family is heavily Christian, so
abortion was out of the question), I let Todd know about my
vasectomy. I think I blew his little mind: He was
18 and already the father of 2 children.
Years later he was arrested for the attempted rape of another woman
while she was sleeping. Without her awareness being
suppressed by excess alcohol or the date-rape drug his victim had
awoken once he started to molest her. I like to think about
Todd and what happens to rapists in prison, and imagine that he
probably wishes he could sleep through it himself.
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