## Archive-name: bob_and_carol03-11

From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman)

Subject: bob carol jack jill 3/11

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Bob and Carol and Jack and Jill prt 3. Jill, now nude, settled herself on the ancient sofa that was the hidden room's only furniture, and watched her guests through the two-way mirror. It had taken her only a few minutes after showing them to their room to make her way, through the doorway concealed in the back of the great oak chest in her brother;s room, down the long dark passageway to this room, but by the time she arrived they were already fucking.
Carol was on the bed on all fours, still wearing the blouse and jacket, her shapely ass rocked by the impact of Bob's thrusting hips as he pounded into her from behind. Bob was nude, and Jill let her gaze travel over his body, admiring his broad shoulders, trim stomach, flexing buttocks, and his pumping shaft. She hoped they would change positions soon so she could see the head, now buried in Carol's swollen pussy lips.
While she watched, Jill played with her own large red nipples with one hand, tweaking them, while her other hand wandered down over her soft belly, through the black curls of her bush to caress herself below.
Bob reached down with both hands and yanked Carol's head back by her hair as he drove his cock in one long hard stroke all the way into her cunt. Carol grunted in pain, but continued moving back on him, impaling herself on his erection. Jill studied the tight concentrated look on Carol's face-clearly this was the kind of rough sex she was used to, and craved.
Bob withdrew, and Jill got a good look at the large angry head of his penis, shining in the bedroom's single light with Carol's juices and his own precum. Then Carol was on her back, legs spread wide and raised high in the air, Bob plunging his cock once more into her depths.
Carol's breasts had worled free of her blouse-she wasn't wearing a bra-and Bob suddenly slapped her across the chest with the back of his hand. Carol whimpered as he slapped her tits, but her open thighs never stopped moving to meet his rapid thrusts, and when he took her red nipples in his hand and pulled, stretching them to twice their normal length, she came, pelvis grinding against him as she cried out in release:
"Yesss, yes, yes, ohhshiitt, shit, FUCK!"
Bob followed her over the edge, letting out an animal howel as he poured himself into her. Jill felt herself almost there as well, but stopped her hand. Plenty of time. Some things must be savored. After Jack returned from disposing of their car, the real fun would begin.

Carol lay in the dark, listening to Bob's even breathing. Like a lot of men he could drop right off after sex, and like a lot of women Carol couldn't. Especially not here, in this strange (in every sense) house. And not with thoughts of Jill, her face contorted in orgasm or buried between Carol's thighs, filling her head. Carol didn't know why she kept thinking of Jill (she had been picturing her in Bob's place all through the fuck, wearing a strapped on dildo). But the images kept returning.
I gotta take a piss.Jill had showed them the large bathroom, with its marble toilet and tub, just down the hall. Carol got up, fumbling around in the dark for her panties. She slipped them on, and the leather jacket, and walked quietly to the door. After peeking out (nobody in the hall) she slipped out of the room.
Opening the door to the bathroom, Carol felt for the light switch, found it. She closed the door and...no lock. Not even a bolt. "Shit." Oh well, if someone walked in on her pissing it wasn't her fault.
After relieving herself, and washing her hands in the marble sink, she felt a long trickle of seman leak out of her pussy and run down her inner thigh. Yuck-cold and sticky.
Carol eyed the bathtub thoughtfully, glancing back at the unlocked door. "Fuggit." She started running the water, and removed her panties and jacket, Settling gratefully into the warm water, she washed her pussy, then closed her eyes, relaxing. Thinking of Jill. Half asleep, she failed to hear the bathroom door glide silently open.

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BCJJ prt 4

Jill slipped into the guest bedroom. She walked over to the bed, gently drew back the covers, drinking in the sight of Bob's nude sleeping form. The darkness in the room was no barrier to her vision.
Bob was on his back, his cock lying half erect across his thigh. Now she had time to study it closely: the large round balls, the wide cleft on the underside of the head, the drop of cum still visible at the opening at the top. Beautiful.
Was there anything as exciting as giving pleasure to someone you were about to destroy?
She moved onto the bed next to him, running her hand lightly down his chest before placing one fingertip against his penis. It stirred slightly beneath her touch, then began to grow rapidly as she stroked around the head. Still asleep, lost in a wet dream , Bob felt his cock grow full and hard.
Holding his erection firmly in her hand, Jill moved her mouth up his chest, forming a trail of kisses from his naval to his neck, then kissed him hard on the lips, teasing her tongue into his mouth. He came awake then, aroused, confused, reaching out to turn on the lamp beside the bed. "Carol?"
"No." She kissed him again, gently squeezing his erection. He moaned, kissing her back, then pulled away. "What's going on? Carol..."
"Is elesewhere. There is just the two of us right now, pet. I saw how you wanted me-as I wanted you from the moment I saw you in the motorcar. Saw your lovely penis between her lips. Pictured it in my mouth. Like this."
She stared boldly into his eyes as she swallowed his prick to the hilt, then slowly moved her mouth back to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, then used it to explore his pisshole. Licking back down the shaft, she took his balls, one at a time, into her mouth. Never taking her eyes off of his face, watching each surge of pleasure registered in his expression, she sucked his cock.
When she could tell he was close she stopped, moving back up his body until her muff was positioned directly over his face. "Eat me pet, eat my cunt."
Dazed with passion, Bob reached his arm around her, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her down onto his mouth. Jill felt his tongue lap her pussy lips, his mouth sucking on the sensitive moist folds. Then his tongue moved to her clit, licking it in a slow circle before nibbling on it with his teeth. As he ate her, she felt him run one finger from her pussy up the crack of her ass to her asshole, felt it begin to worm its way inside. Oh it felt so good!
"Yes, eat that pussy. Ohhh. Mmmm-move that finger in my ass. Fuck that ass with your finger while you feast on my cunt. Ahhh."
She could feel her orgasm building, the heat rising from her open thighs. She played with her large breasts, kneading them, lifting them to her mouth to suckle on her own nipples. Building...building...almost..."Agghhh! Cumming! Yes pet! I'm cummmiiinnggg!"
As she climaxed she bit her lip, tasting blood, picturing her strong teeth biting down hard on the head of Bob's stiff penis; in her mind tasting his blood, his imagined screams of pain blending with her own cries of ecstasy.

Jill was sucking hard on Carol's tits, while she slipped two-no, three-fingers into her pussy. Eyes closed, Carol moved her hand beneath the warm bath water and began to masturbate, imagining Jill's ripe body in her arms. She had decided to stop worrying where these feelings were coming from or what they meant. "If it feels good..." she muttered to herself. Rubbing her clit, fingering herself while picturing Jill's full heavy tits pressed against her own, it felt very good.
Something made Carol open her eyes. Dark. "Wha?" The light bulb must have burned out. "Shit." She sat up straight in the tub, trying to adjust her eyes to the thin trace of light coming from under the bathroom door. And suddenly she knew she wasn't alone.
She felt no panic, no apprehension. She was sure she knew who it was, hidden in the shadows. Not Bob-Bob was sound asleep. No, it must be...
"Jill? Is that you?" Carol couldn't disguise the tone of ...anticipation...in her voice. She saw a form move towards her out of the darkness. Her pulse began to race, she ran her tongue over her lips expectantly. She could just make out the shape of someone bending over her, then she caught a whiff of some strong chemical odor, and felt her first trace of unease. "Jill?"
"No my dear," a cultured male voice replied as the chloroform soaked cotton closed over mouth and nose. "It's Jack."

End prt 4

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bcjj prt 5

Bob had never felt so aroused in his life. All thoughts of Carol, any concern that she might return and discover him with Jill, vanished as Jill lowered herself slowly...slowly...onto his erection. He watched, hypnotized by the sight of his hardon being swallowed up, inch by slow inch, into her pussy.
She was looking down at him, a lustful gleam in her dark eyes, her big tits hanging just above his face, swaying gently as she rose up and down on his stiff pole. He reached up, taking a soft heavy tit in each hand. He tweaked her nipples, gently. In response she snarled and slapped him hard across the face.
"What the fuck!" he cried, stunned by the unexpected blow.
"Don't play children's games with me," Jill said, her voice thick with desire, fucking him faster as the words spilled out of her ruby red lips. "You mustn't hold back with me. You must fuck me as if it were the last fuck of your life. I want it all. I know the rage you have inside. I want you take it out on me. I want you to fuck me with your anger. Hurt me you bastard, hurt me!" Then she struck him again across the mouth, drawing a drop of blood.
With a cry of lust and fury, Bob rolled over, taking Jill with him, his penis still buried to the hilt inside her. Now on top he began to hammer into her. "I'll hurt you, you fucking bitch," he growled, grabbing her breasts hard, crushing them in his strong hands. He lowered his face to her nipples, pulling on them hard with his mouth.
"Bite them you fuck," Jill hissed in his ear. "Bite them!"
He took a nipple between his teeth and bit, hard enough to leave a mark, and felt her hips buck in frenzied response beneath him. Her hands were around his ass, her fingernails digging painfully into his pumping cheeks.
"My ass," Jill panted. "Rape my ass." He pulled out of her cunt, and she raised her bottom up to give him access to her asshole. He felt his cockhead press against her puckered entrance, then with a brutal thrust force its way into her ass. She screamed-pain or pleasure he neither knew nor cared.
"So tight bitch. So fucking tight," he gasped as he fucked her shitter, reaching out to twist her nipples.
"Fingerfuck my cunny," she said. "Put your fingers in my cunt while you fuck my ass." He slapped her tits hard for giving him orders, but then shoved three fingers deep into her pussy.
Jill felt his penis violating her ass while his fingers brutally fucked her cunt, felt him stabbing into both her holes, felt the waves of pain that brought her ever closer to sexual climax. She enjoyed her pain, embraced it, knowing she would soon return it to him a hundred-fold. That she would soon taste his agony.
She studied him as he fucked her, his face twisted with hate and passion. So handsome. So damned.
His breathing was growing shallow, and she could feel his prick throbbing in her ass. "My face pet. I must see you shoot your cum on my face."
With a grunt he pulled his dick and fingers out of her openings, his cock coming out of her ass with a loud plop, and brought his organ up to her face. She stared at the purple head, watching it pulse as the first long spurt of seman shot out of the tip and splashed across her cheek. She caught the next two spurts on her tongue, rolling the thick cum around her mouth, coating her lips. She smiled as more hot sticky liquid poured out of his dick onto her chin and throat, thrilled by the power and length of his climax. A beautiful orgasm.
Now it was time for her fun.

end part 5

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bcjjpart 6

Carol had a headache. Felt cold...groggy. It was a struggle to open her eyes, everything was blurry. Gradually her vision cleared. Where am I?
She was on Jack's bed, naked, on her back, arms raised above her head, hands cuffed to the brass headboard. Like all the rooms in the house there seemed to be only one lamp, casting a dim glow over the room. Seated at the foot of the bed was a naked man, one hand lightly stroking Carol's right hip. Jack. The brother. Who had...
It all came back, and Carol kicked out hard with her legs, but the man pinned them down easily. Though he seemed of ordinary build, Carol quickly realized he was amazingly strong. She was about to scream for Bob when Jack spoke, his tone a mixture of sympathy and command.
"Don't bother to shout my dear. The door to this room is old English oak-the sound wouldn't get very far. And besides, Bob is rather busy right now, fucking my sister."
Jack's soothing tone was somehow more frightening than any angry threat. For the first time in her life, Carol felt genuinely afraid. "What's this about?"
Jack smiled and stood up. His face was rather like his sister's-black hair, dark eyes, though his lips were thinner-crueler. When Carol could take her eyes off his face she noticed he was sporting a serious erection. And that his cock was huge, even bigger than Bob's sizeable organ.
Is that all this is about? she wondered. Some kinky sex games. Bob in another room poubding it to Jill, Jack playing bondage games with Carol. Except Carol hadn't been asked to play. She'd been knocked unconcious, tied down while she was out. If this was a game Jack and Jill were in a lot of fucking trouble.
And then Jack reached over to the wooden dresser next to the bed, opened a drawer, took something out. Carol's eyes widened as she saw the scalpel in his left hand, and suddenly knew it was not a game.
Please. Oh god please. "Please." Barely a whisper. "Please don't."
Jack placed the scalpel carefully resting against her belly. He nodded. "Yes, I appreciate good manners. Now I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, and you are going to give me the best head of your life. And if you even think about biting down, this scalpel will open you up from cunt to neck. Understood?"
Carol tried to answer, but couldn't get herself to speak. "Just nod yes." Carol did. Jack climbed onto the bed, sliding his penis between Carol's tits. He placed the scalpel on the bed alongside them, then took her breasts in his hands and pressed them around his cock, titfucking her. He continued like that, his hard stiff pole moving in and out of her soft titflesh, for several minutes, leaving a trail of precum on her chest. Then, taking the scalpel back into his left hand, he moved his erection up to her mouth. She felt the razor point press against the side of her tit as his penis pressed against her lips.
"That's it dear. Suck it. So nice. And don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you yet. Not until my sister can join us. When she's through with Bob. I know you've been thinking about her. I promise you, she is like nothing you've ever imagined."

End part 6

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!spool.mu.edu!newspump.sol.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: bob carol jack jill 7/11 erotic horror Date: 17 Sep 1996 22:59:17 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 124 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <51noi5$2tj@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com

bcjj prt 7

Bob lay on his back on the bed. Jill had left a few minutes earlier, promising to return "with a wonderful surprise." Bob had waited with growing impatience, then decided to go look for her. And discovered he couldn't move.
He could feel his arms and legs, but no matter how hard he concentrated he couldn't move them. He tried to yell for help. And couldn't. With great effort, enough to cause him to break out in a sweat, he could just wiggle his fingers or turn his head slightly so he could see the door to the room. But that was all.
"It's a drug dear. Quite tasteless-I smeared it on my breasts before we made love." Jill had returned, still nude, carrying a wooden box, which she placed on the nightstand beside the bed. Smiling happily, she sat next to him and explained, "Jack made it in his laboratory. He's always making things. He's so clever with chemicals."
She reached out and ran one finger up the side of his limp cock-which stirred at her touch. "It only paralyzes most voluntary muscles. The involuntary muscles continue to function-see?" She was gently but firmly stroking his penis which was now almost erect. "And you can still feel every sensation, can't you?" she asked, circling her fingers around the head of his stiffening member. "You just can't move or talk."
Helpless, Bob watched her expertly stroke him to a full hard erection. He had often combined feelings of lust and anger. Now for the first time he knew desire mixed with fear.
"Mmm. Nice and hard. Would you mind if I ride your lovely cock, pet? No objection?"
Guiding his hardon with one hand, Jill mounted him. Bob moaned silently as he felt his penis sheathed in her juicy cunt. She rode him slowly, running her hands over his chest, her tongue flicking over her parted lips. She slid all the way down on his stiff prick, and stopped. Just resting. Prolonging. Then after a long while she began to move again. Slowly...slowly...up and down...up...and down.
"Yes," she sighed. "So nice. Ohhh."
Unable to move, unable to thrust into her as he wanted, he could only submit to the deliberately frustrating pace of her fuck. Just as she would begin to move a little faster...a little harder...her pussy stroking him towards climax...just as he could feel the cum start to rise in his shaft...feel the head swell on the edge of release-she would stop, her cunt perfectly still, until she sensed his urgency fade. Then she would begin again.
He had no idea how long she fucked him like that. As he was brought again and again to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied the explosive cum his body so desperately craved, he lost all sense of time. He was trapped in an endless present, always so close...so close. He began to panic, to feel he would go mad if he didn't cum. Inwardly he begged her. Please...please.
As he neared climax yet again she abruptly dismounted, leaning across him, her full heavy breasts brushing arcoss his face. She reached out to the nightstand and opened the mysterious wooden box. After a moment she moved back down his body, her face between his legs, studying his engorged penis. She took him in her mouth, swallowing his hot meat deep into her throat, knowing how much he wanted...needed...to shoot the enormous load she had built up in his heavy balls. Knowing how much he hated and feared and desired her.
With a sigh she released his cock from her lips, then swiftly taking the cord she had removed from the box, tied off his erection. The tight cord hurt him, and his tremor of pain sent a surge of pleasure through her body. She reached across him again, purposefully burying his face in her cleavage as she removed the blade from the box. Holding it to her side, out of his sight, she returned to his hardon.
"And now Bob, time for your release-and mine." She held the long sharp blade up where he could see it, watched the fear in his eyes as she moved it down between his legs. Lifting his balls with one hand she took the blade and in one swift practiced motion cut his cock and balls from his body.
A strangled cry squeezed out of his throat as in horror and agony he watched her take his erect severed penis and slip it like a bloody dildo between the lips of her pussy, masturbating with his dismembered manhood.
Jill fucked herself hard with his penis-her penis now-moving swiftly towards orgasm as she watched his mutilated loins pour blood onto the bed. As she felt herself begin to climax, her cunt contracting around the stiff meat inside her, she took the blade and almost tenderly cut Bob's throat from ear to ear. "Oh yes, yessss."
Panting, she collapsed atop him, resting her self on his bloodstained body.
After awhile she sat up, slowly removing his hardon from her cunt. She brought it to her mouth, sucked contentedly on the head. She would have to share her new toy with Carol.
Carol. Mmm. The night's pleasures were just beginning. After taking one last fond look at Bob, kissing him hard on his dead lips, she hurried down the hall, Bob's cock in her hand, to the bathroom to cleanse herself. She must look her best for their remaining guest.

end prt 7

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!spool.mu.edu!newspump.sol.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: bob carol jack jill 8/11 erotic horror Date: 17 Sep 1996 23:02:49 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 84 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <51noop$347@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com

Bob etc part 8

After she had been sucking his cock for some time, Jack took the scalpel away from Carol's breast, laying it down beside them on the bed. He began to stroke her face, her neck and shoulders as she ate his penis, then began to play with her tits, pinching her nipples. Carol began to relax a little, to tell herself that this was really just some sickie sex play, some decadent aristocratic shit, that she wasn't in any real danger.
Bob was just down the hall, fucking the shit out of Jill, probably knowing Carol was here handcuffed to the bed. That was it-Bob had given his permission to all this! She could see how it would appeal to him: "Of course you van take my girlfriend, if I can have some fun with Jill here." And watch later on no doubt. The fucking bastard! He would pay for this! They all would.
Oh-that felt good.

Jill entered the bedroom, still holding Bob's tied, mostly erect penis in her hand. Her brother was fucking Carol, her eyes closed, her hands cuffed, her legs in the air framing his pumping buttocks as his long shaft moved in and out of her wet blonde pussy.
They were obviously both near orgasm, unaware as yet of her presence. Quietly she placed Bob's severed organ out of sight on the floor, then stood over them, watching their fuck grow increasingly frenzied as they moved together towards the edge.
Carol had given herself up to the pleasure building between her legs, suppressing her fear, ignoring every thought and feeling but the need to cum, to feel her cunt juice all over the hard pounding dick buried inside her. She felt a hand squeeze her right tit, and moaned, then felt a long nail trace a line around her erect nipple, and opened her eyes.
Jill. Nude, one hand on Carol's tit, the other stroking her brother's pistoning ass, her body as sensually ripe as Carol had imagined. And then the raven haired woman began to painfullypinch Carol's nipple, and it was (ohgodohshityes) just enough to bring Carol (yesyesohhh) over, to finish her off.
"Jesusfuckingchrist!" Carol screamed in climax. Then her cries of passion were cut off by Jill's sweet hungry mouth as she kissed Carol deeply, her tongue thrusting like a little penis almost down her throat.
Lost in Jill's kisses, Carol felt Jack's prick withdraw from her still pulsating vagina, and an instant later felt long hot streams of wet cum shooting onto her tits. Jill pulled back to watch her brother's seemingly endless stream coat Carol's large firm tits with white sticky cum.
Jack looked at his sister, his eyes blazing, hand moving to the scalpel, and his sister knew he wanted to take Carol now, to drive his steel across her mons and slice her open from crotch to breast. She slapped him hard across the face to get his attention, and shook her head no.
"You can go now, Jack," she commanded. "Carol and I wish to be alone. We will call you when we are done." Jack nodded slowly, regaining control. "And take this with you," Jill added, handing him the scalpel.
After Jack left, Jill sat on the edge of the bed next to Carol, resting one hand softly on Carol's lower belly, just above her golden bush. "I do apologize if Jack frightened you. We get to play so rarely, that when we do he sometimes gets carried away. Men are so controlled by their cocks, don't you find?" One foot on the floor resting against Bob's penis, she added, "Sometimes I think they'd be better off without them."

end part 8

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bcjj part 9

"You're in a lot of trouble," Carol told her. "I was knocked out, handcuffed, raped..."
"Shh." Jill held a finger against Carol's lips to silence her, and Carol, all too aware that her hands were still cuffed, complied. "You seem to be enjoying your rape, nevertheless. But we can talk about all of this later. For now, I promised your handsome lover to take good care of you."
So, Carol thought, Bob WAS in on this. I'll kill the son of a bitch.
Jill leaned forward. Mouth open, tongue extended, she proceeded to lick her brother's cum off Carol's body. Then she brought her mouth to Carol's, sharing Jack's seman with her in deep sticky kisses. Once more Carol felt herself swept along in a tide of sensation. She felt Jill's hand move lower to play among the yellow curls of her bush, as they traded cum back and forth with their tongues.
Jill rose from the bed, took a small key off a hook on the wall behind the bed, and unlocked Carol's right hand (leaving the other one still cuffed to the headboard). "You've never had a woman, I know. But you've thought about it. You want me-don't you?"
Carol could not hide the desire in her voice. "Yesss."
"Then feel my breasts." Jill took Carol's free hand and brought it to her tits. "Hold them in your hand, " she instructed. "Feel the weight of them, how heavy and soft and full. Now feel the nipples. Yes love, that's it-don't be shy. Take them. Take them, they're yours."
She leaned over, lowering her tits onto Carol's face. Carol held Jill's left breast, kneading it with her fingers, while her mouth swallowed as much of the other tit as she could, sucking hard on the red nipple. "Yes," Jill breathed. "Suckle at my teat."
After a long while, both her breasts swollen with desire and covered with Carol's spit, Jill began to play with Carol's breasts; squeezing, pinching, twisting, sucking, pulling.
"Oh fuck, I'm so hot!" Carol cried out. "Touch my pussy, please."
Jill took one finger and lightly traced the outside of Carol's cunt lips, then brushed it lightly over her clit. Teasing her. "Beg me. Beg me to fuck your cunt."
"Oh yes, please Jill. Do it. Please fuck my cunt."
With a lewd grin, Jill slipped two fingers into Carol's sopping vagina, and brought her mouth down to feast on her clit. Carol spread her legs wide, watching in fascination as her pussy was eaten and fucked by another woman. Jack was right: Jill was like nothing Carol had imagined. She was better.
"Oh Jill, oh baby, you're driving me crazy. Oh shit...mmm."
Suddenly Jill stopped, and Carol groaned in frustration. "Oh don't leave me like this Jill. I'm sooo close baby."
"Trust me lover," Jill answered. "I'm going to make you cum now in a way no man ever could."
Holding one breast in her hand, she brought it down between Carol's open thighs. Carol moaned in delight as she felt the warm soft tit stroke her pussy, then felt the hard nipple rubbing over her clit. "Fuck me with that tit. Mmmm. Yesss-fuck my cunt with that titty. Ohhh, make me fucking cum!"
The feeling of a breast fucking her, so different from a hand or a prick, quickly brought Carol to a bucking, writhing, screaming climax. "OhJilloh Jilloh Jill-Aggghhhhh!"
When Carol's climax finally ebbed, Jill raised her soaking breast to her own mouth to taste Carol's juices.
"Now you must eat me pet. But first-I have a gift for you from Bob."
Still dazed by the intensity of her cum, Carol sighed and muttered, "Gift?"
Jill reached down. She placed something on Carol's belly, just above her pubic hair. It was a severed and erect cock and balls, tied off with a cord. Carol recognized it at once. Bob's penis.
She realized two things. Bob's death meant nothing to her, nothing at all. It was her own safety that mattered to her, not the terrible fate of her lover. And she knew unless she played things just right she was going to die a horrible death.
Jill was studying her closely, watching her reaction to having her lover's pole laid on her stomach. Carol forced herself not to react, to remain perfectly composed. If I scream or cry I'm dead. Hoping her voice was level, she said quietly, "How was he?"
Jill was amazed. She knew it must be an act, but Carol's bravado impressed and excited her. She was glad she had ordered Jack from the room. She loved her brother, but he had no appreciation of subtleties. Yes indeed, Carol was special. She would have to be killed very very slowly.

end part 9

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!btnet!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: bob carol jack jill 10/11 erotic horror Date: 17 Sep 1996 23:11:10 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 94 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <51np8e$3et@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com

Part 10

Jill placed a hand on Carol's inner thigh and began to describe Bob's last fuck-and his painful death. Listening to Jill, aware that as she spoke her hand had strayed to Carol's pussy, Carol tried to keep her mind focused on a means of escape. Looking out the corner of her eye she could see the handcuff key was in reach of her free hand. But even if she could somehow immobilize Jill (how?) her brother might be standing just outside the door. There had to be a way...
"I'm sorry now you weren't there to watch us," Jill was saying, her skilled fingers once more caressing Carol's lower lips. Absurdly, Bob's penis resting on her belly, her own life in terrible danger, she still felt her cunt responding to Jill's touch. And to her words; her vivid description of Bob bleeding to death while she fucked herself with that severed penis. Carol suddenly realized that she too wished she could have witnessed her lover's violent end. She looked down at his cock, and at Jill's stroking hand, remembering that penis brutally fucking her cunt or ass or mouth, remembering how he hurt her-and how good it felt. And how often as he pounded her to climax she'd felt a strong desire to...
"I wish I could have killed him," Carol blurted out, her voice thick with lust.
Jill felt the moist heat of Carol's pussy, felt her bloodlust. Making a sudden decision, Jill picked up Bob's organ, then took the key and released Carol's other hand. Carol sat up, rubbing her chafed wrist, considering her chances. Jack could be on the other side of that door. Shit.
Smiling coldly, reading her thoughts, Jill said," No, you can't escape. But perhaps you can convince me to speak to Jack about letting you live. For awhile. Come." Still holding Bob's cock, Jill walked to the great oak chest at the back of the room, opened it, and stepped inside. Glancing at the bedroom door (Jack?) Carol followed her.
There was nothing in the chest, but the back had opened up to reveal an opening about 6 feet high. Nothing but blackness beyond. "I can't see, " Carol said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She felt Jill's strong grip on her arm. "I can see. Come."
Carol was led, stumbling, down a long corridor that curved gradually to the left, and then she saw light ahead, saw Jill's naked outline, and then they were standing in front of a tattered sofa, staring through a two-way mirror into the guest bedroom. Bob's body sprawled on the bloodsoaked bed. Jill gestured to the sofa. "I watched you two fuck from here. You were beautiful together. So much anger."
Carol nodded. Yes, anger had been the spice that made their sex so hot. She looked through the mirror at Bob's handsome face, looking in his death agony much as he did when he came. There was a red line around his throat. And an ugly red gash between his legs.
Jill pressed a button hidden in the wall, and the mirror swung inward on a hinge, and Carol moved with her into the bedroom, both of them standing together over her lover's mutilated body.
Carol imagined holding Bob's arrogant prick, imagined holding a sharp knife and slicing into his manhood...
The blade was lying on the far side of the bed, next to Bob's hip. Carol caught just a glimpse of it, made herself turn away, reach out for Jill. "I want to make love to you...here...on the bed, next to him," Carol breathed. "With that..." and she took hold of Bob's severed cold erection, pulling it out of Jill's grip.
The two women kissed, tongues entwining. Carol took Bob's prick and ran it over Jill's tits, while her other hand reached out to cup Jill's ass. Jill responded by sliding her own hand down Carol's taut belly to her cunt. As they embraced, Carol glanced once more at the blade. She would have to time this just right-she knew she would get only one chance.

End part 10

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: bob carol jack jill 11/11 erotic horror Date: 17 Sep 1996 23:14:16 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 92 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <51npe8$3ii@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: darryman@aol.com (Darryman) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com

bcjj final part

Soon they were on the bed, making out like a couple of lesbian teenagers-except for the corpse lying next to them, and the severed erection Carol had shoved deep into Jill's hungry snatch. Jill came quickly, moaning hotly into Carol's mouth. Then Jill pulled away, removing Bob's cock from her sopping cunt.
Holding the dick in one hand, Jill took Carol's hand and brought it to Bob's face. "Embrace your lover," Jill commanded, eyes glittering with evil delight. Carol did as she was told, her breasts pressed against Bob's chest, her ass in the air. "Kiss him."
Carol kissed the dead lips hesitantly at first, then with increasing fervor as she felt Jill slide Bob's organ into her pussy, and a finger into her ass. Fucking Carol's cunt with the cold stiff meat of her dead lover, and her asshole with a long warm finger, Jill drove the blonde into a sexual frenzy.
Carol opened her mouth, ran her tongue over Bob's cold parted lips, thrust it into his dead mouth, french kissing her former lover as Jill's finger in her ass and the human dildo in her pussy moved her inexorably towards climax. Carol, grinding herself back against Jill, hissed, "That's it bitch, harder, harder! Deeper...OHHH!!!"
Jill removed her finger from Carol's asshole, and buried her face between Carol's pumping ass cheeks, her tongue caressing the area between Carol's cock and asshole, before moving to lick her puckered anus.
Jill sensed Carol's orgasm about to explode. In a moment the blonde was convulsing in release. "Aggg, oh Jill! Shitshitshit-oh FUCK!!!"
Even as she came, Carol, aware Jill's face was still buried in her ass, reached out with her left hand for the knife. She pulled herself up and away from Jill, turned, and lashed out with the blade.
The knife caught Jill across her breasts, leaving a thin red line on on her left tit before slicing deeply into her right globe, just below the nipple. For an instant Carol was afraid the knife lodged in the other woman's tit would be pulled out of her grasp. Instead the sharp steel withdrew with a loud sucking sound, rather like a penis suddenly pulling out of a tight wet pussy.
Jill looked surprised rather than in pain. Without thinking Carol lashed out at Jill's throat, and when Jill moved to block it, plunged the knife to the hilt in Jill's belly, just above her mons, and with a ripping sound sliced up to her navel, blood and guts spilling out onto the floor. "Take that you cunt!" Carol said.
Jill didn't scream. She stood for a second, trying to hold her organs in as they tumbled out of her disembowled body, then fell to her knees beside the bed. Carol kicked her on the side of the head, knocking her onto her back. In a voice husky with passion, Carol said,"Thanks for showing me such a good time. I really mean that." Then she took the knife and rammed it up inside Jill's cunt.
Holding the bloody knife, Carol gathered up her skirt, blouse, and shoes, then searched for the car keys in Bob's clothes. And couldn't find them. Shit.
She dressed hurridly, turned out the light, and carfully opened the bedroom door. No one in the hall. I just have to make it outside, she told herself. Once I'm outside I'm safe. She touched the tip of the knife to reassure herself. Though remembering Jack's incredible strength she wondered if it would really be of much use.
Down the hall, quietly as she could. Two flights of stairs, head to the left, and she was free. It was going to be all right.
She almost made it. As she reached the ground floor, Jack suddenly appeared out of the shadows, still nude, fully erect-and holding the scalpel. It sliced down, tearing open her blouse, cutting open her shoulder.
Carol had been holding the knife at her side. With a scream of fear and rage she brought it up and cut off the head of Jack's penis. Bellowing in pain, he swung his arm and knocked her to the floor.
She managed to roll on her side as he brought the scalpel down, then brought her leg up in a sharp kick to his bleeding crotch. She had dropped the knife. Scrambling to her knees, she looked desperately for the weapon.
There!
Grabbing the knife, she turned and stood to find Jack right behind her, the scalpel moving towards her chest. She was faster. The knife plunged into his neck, severing his jugular, blood fountaining out over her. He gasped, dropped the scalpel, both hands moving to the blade in his throat.
And then he removed it.
And smiled.
The flow of blood had already stopped, the wound was already healing, the flesh and muscle reknitting itself as she watched. She looked down between his legs, to see his cock had already grown a new head. Then she fainted.

Carol was cuffed once more to the bed, both her hands and feet, spreadeagled, naked. The door opened. A woman. Jill. Unharmed.
"I told Jack you were very special dear. Thank you for the knife in my cunny-that felt so interesting. We don't often get guests with your spirit, I'm afraid. " Jill sat on the bed, ran her hand along Carol's silky thigh. "Of course you may not enjoy it as much when I do the same thing to you-but don't worry. That won't be for hours."
She smiled almost tenderly at her prey. "Perhaps, " she said, as Jack stepped back into the room, still holding the scalpel, "we should start with your lovely tits."

End

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