## Archive-name: heaven_or_hell

From: huntrrz@ibm.net (Hunter Rose)

Subject: Captured Caroline (PT0: "prologue" M/f, NC, B&D)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Quin 1995

Captured Caroline. by Quin

Prologue: Just a Quiet Burger

As I neared the state border I turned off the highway and towards the golden arches of an all night McDonalds. When I'd planned the route the month before this had seemed the best place to stop, food bought from here would still be warm when I parked up to change the plates.

I parked towards the back of the lot close to one of the lights. I figured no one would be likely to park close by, I'd taken a lot of trouble to ensure that she was tightly gagged and that she was tied in such a way that she couldn't attract any attention. Still it paid to go to a little extra trouble and it also reduced the chances of some passer by spotting my home made tags. I still felt nervous and unsure, copying a stranger's tags so that you don't have to cruising a neighborhood with out of state plates is smart thinking and pays off when the jobs over and the cops are looking for clues. Yet I couldn't help feeling that this would be the night the idiot got his car stolen or his wife was rushed to hospital and that every cop in the state would be after that license. I was at most twenty minutes from the layover when I could switch mine back, I hoped to stay lucky that long.

I got out and pantomimed looking for my wallet so that I could hang around near the trunk. Nothing, not a peep. I have to say that I started to worry, maybe she'd choked or something. She was a smart girl, a college student, she must see her situation, bound and gagged in the trunk of a car being taken who knows where, her best chance is when we stop. Then, just when I was about to panic and open the trunk I heard it, a faint muffled cry, so soft at first I thought it was imagination. I listened and there it was again full of desperation and hope, saying just one thing `Help me.'

Satisfied that she couldn't be heard more than a few feet away I `found' my wallet and headed towards the doors. She was smart all right, she'd waited until she thought I'd gone before making any noise. A good idea spoiled only by the tiny amount of noise she could make. In some ways I was pleased, she was living up nicely to my expectations.

The McDonalds was almost deserted, and was just about to switch to cooking to order. My fellow patrons consisted of a couple of truck drivers and a state trooper. I have to confess that threw me at first, but from conversations between him and the staff it appeared he stopped off here every night after his shift. I ignored him and carried on. I got them to refill my coffee flask for `later' and took a coke and the quarter pounders they had left as I didn't want to wait around for them to cook my order. The trooper said his good-byes and it was with some relief that I saw him drive away. Once my order was filled I too hit the road nerves on edge but keeping to a nice legal fifty as I headed towards the layover.

I ran through all the events of the past few days again to see if there was anything that could tie me, Richard Cody successful thirty-something computer journalist, with Caroline Conway the struggling eighteen year old psych major currently in my trunk.........

I can't exactly say when the idea of taking a sex slave first came to me. I suppose every man who has ever been lead on by a woman harbors certain fantasies, any guy with a female boss, any guy stood up or embarrassed or humiliated. What I suppose made me different from "any guy" was that I had been provided with the means, both financially and practically to carry out those fantasies and make them real. I could have a woman who couldn't say no, one over which I would have total control.

I suppose in reality this started six months ago. At the time I was dating Samantha Prescott, former model and an assistant editor at Vogue. I must confess that I had fallen, she was lovely of course, but she also had an elegance and charm which completely won me over. I suppose I read more into the relationship that she did, certainly I was ready to commit. I was at that time building a house in New England and contemplating the Great American Novel. Then out of the blue she called everything off, the next time I saw her was in a tabloid escorting some baseball star to the Grammies. When she finally answered my calls she as good as told me that I was just a fashion accessory, that literary men had been a feature of the Fall season and that now that Spring was here she and her friends preferred more "physical" escorts.

About a month later one of my editors called and suggested that I did a blab piece on computer porn. The newspapers and television were in a feeding frenzy about girlie pics on bulletin boards and S&M on the internet. Apparently a company in San Diego was marketing an S&M Multimedia CD-ROM, and had just won a court battle to allow it's distribution. With some reluctance I'd agreed, chiefly because the Samantha thing had caused me to fall behind with my column. A few days later the CD arrived. By then I'd done the few thousand words of condemnation required by my middle class publisher but I thought I'd try it anyway just to get some specific quotes.

In the game you play "Dak Forest" a porno film actor. When the costar of his next flick " Nympho Nurses From Hell" is kidnapped by a Colombian drug cartel, Dak has only three days to rescue her and save the movie. The script was poor, the video clips included painful acting and in the course of the game just about every female character ends up bound and gagged either naked or in some kinky outfit.

Part way through the game a character is introduced called Samantha Pressman, she is the editor of a fashion magazine who is kidnapped by the cartel and turned into the nymphomaniac sex slave Kitty, who acts as Dak's sidekick from then on. To anyone who knew her the similarities between this character and Sam Prescott where overwhelming, the actress even looked a lot like her. I found myself playing the same section again and again. Sam kneels before Dak and begs him to whip her, spank her, humiliate her. Dak of course refuses, but that and some of Sam's heavier scenes kept me hooked on the CD weeks after my article was printed.

I started to ask myself if it was really that difficult to take a woman and make her your sex slave. I had a secluded house with a large basement that I'd originally designed as a computer lab. I had few friends who lived nearby so impromptu visits were unlikely. In addition I had the money and the time to make it work. Suddenly it became clear what I should do. I couldn't take Sam of course, the history of our relationship was too well known. For a wild second I even considered taking `Kitty' and driving her back from California. In the end I realized that I needed a woman with whom I had no contact, a complete stranger preferably from some distance away so that the police investigation wouldn't get too close to home. I looked at a map and selected a college town about three hundred miles from my home. Colleges mean young female students a good starting point for the selection of a slave..........

By now I'd reached the turnoff I'd been waiting for. This lead down a tree lined lane into a wooded hollow. I had come across the place by accident whilst scouting out the area a few months before and could hardly believe that I'd found somewhere so perfect. I'd spent a couple of nights here to assure myself that this wasn't the local lovers lane, or the favorite route of poachers. In the end however I had to accept that it was what it appeared to be, a rough dirt road leading to a small wood, and that the place was deserted at night.

I drove carefully into the hollow, this wasn't the night to slide into a ditch or have a flat. I assured myself that we were far enough from the road and that no one was watching. Finally I got out, went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Two large, frightened blue eyes stared back at me over the mass of Ace bandage that covered her lower face. The bandage was tight and her cheeks bulged out over it, in places there was a flash of silver where the bandage failed to cover the duct tape underneath. She made a mewing sound and started to struggle, I carefully checked her bonds. In a sense we were both acting out our roles, she as victim, I as kidnapper, we both knew she couldn't get free. She was dressed in the same outfit she had worn that morning to her Saturday job, a fairly expensive blue blazer and skirt, a white blouse, heels and stockings. I had pulled her long blond hair back into a kind of ponytail and secured it with some rubber bands, it cascaded onto her back like a horses mane. I had considered removing the blazer before tying her but this power dressing had reminded me of Samantha, so instead I had added to the ensemble. Her ankles where cuffed, good solid black leather bondage cuffs bought from a sex shop in New York, in many ways they matched her pumps and proved I could "Accessorize". At the moment they were fastened together with a padlock and linked by a long leather strap to her wrists. Smaller straps clinched her legs together just above and just below the knees effectively immobilizing them. I had done the same at her elbows but had used duct tape to secure her wrists and hands. Even her fingers where covered in a mass so thick it appeared that she was clutching a bowling ball. As well as securing her hands the mass also stopped another leather strap from biting into her wrists and it was this strap that was also secured to her ankles.

After checking everything was secure I removed the strap that formed the hogtie. She groaned with relief and started to straighten her legs. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her clear, then slung her over my shoulder and carried her round to the open passenger door and placed her inside. Closing the door I entered via the drivers door. For a second we sat looking at each other, then she started to struggle and I went back to the job in hand.

"Stop that!" She turned and looked at me, her eyes framing a silent question.

"No I'm not going to kill you if you don't force me to. If I'd wanted to kill or rape you I could have done it back in that alley and saved myself a lot of trouble. Now stop struggling, you've been alone in the trunk for the last three hours, if you couldn't get free then what chance do you have with me here?"

She stopped and sat watching me with a nervous expression on her face.

"Look, I have a proposal to make, we've got a long way to go and things are going to get quite unpleasant for you unless we can come to some arrangement." She continued to listen, her large accusing eyes watching me. "You probably need the john and you must be thirsty. I have a drink for you and some food. For you to eat it I have to remove the gag, you can scream all you want out here and no one will hear you, all you'll do is piss me off, clear?" She looked out of the car window at the quiet secluded woods.

"Is that clear!" I snapped.

She turned back to me and nodded, her ponytail bobbing behind her.

"Ok, I want you to promise that IF I remove the gag, you'll let me replace it again when it's time to go. You'll be quiet, you'll eat the food then we'll head off again." She looked at me incredulously and I began to realize just what expressive eyes she had.

"I suggest you think about this, you weren't able to stop me gagging you in the first place, and you won't be able to stop me now, all you'll do is force me to hurt you. Besides cause me trouble now and we simply don't stop until we get were we're going, I know which of us will suffer most." I could see the calculations in her eyes, here was definitely a bad place for her with no chance of rescue. I could see her thinking that the next stop may offer more possibilities and that she shouldn't blow it now. At length she nodded.

"So let's check that we're clear on this. The gag comes out, no screaming or carrying on, you eat then you let me gag you again with no trouble?" Again she nodded so I told her to bend down whilst I undid the bandage. Pushing the ponytail away I worked on the knot then I unwound the bandage and dumped it on the floor. She started to protest when I started pulling the duct tape free but at last I removed it and the dense sponge rubber ball that packed her mouth.

She licked her dry lips, "Water?" she croaked. I put the straw to her lips and she started to drink greedily.

Finally she stopped and looked up at me, "Why are you doing this?" she asked looking at me with those big expression filled eyes.

"Shut up," I said, "I didn't say you could talk." "You didn't say I couldn't." "You'll learn," I said and reached for the sponge ball. "No! " She said quickly, "Look I'm sorry. I'll be quiet, promise!" Without a word I held the first burger to her lips and she started to eat. There continued a strange silence until she was finished. I reached back, plucked the toy bag from behind her seat and started to root around inside. At length I found what I wanted and pulled out her collar. Seeing it she started to protest but then she caught my eye and sat meekly as I locked it around her neck. Then I pulled out a leather gag, this time she couldn't stop herself.

"What..." "It's your gag." "But I thought...." She nodded towards the sponge ball. "That design is very effective but the adhesive from the tape damages the skin. This is a better long term solution. Now open wide.." "But..." "Are you breaking your promise?" "No but..." "Then open up!" She sighed resigned to her fate and opened her mouth to let me put the gag inside, then she bent forward as I secured the straps. The gag had a wide padded leather section that covered her lips and a strap that tightly fastened around her head. I could tell that she'd worked out that the ball in her mouth was a lot smaller that the last one. She made a number of muffled sounds that were much quieter that they should be. I think she thought that I'd overestimated the gag's effectiveness and she could exploit that later. I reached into the bag and got the pump. At first she didn't recognize what it was and it was only when the ball in her mouth started to inflate that she realized the truth. Eyes wide and bulging she started to protest, her whines becoming steadily more muffled as the ball inflated. When I was satisfied that she was gagged as effectively as before I replaced the pump in the bag and withdrew the padded leather blindfold that matched the gag. She spotted this and wanted nothing to do with it she shook her head, struggled and whined as I strapped it in place. I pulled back and she sat there shaking. Deprived of sight she felt even more vulnerable. Her almost covered face, gag and blindfold scanned the car as if waiting for something to happen. I left the car and walked around to the passenger side with the bag. Opening the door I swung her bound legs out and clipped a short length of chain between the D rings of her ankle cuffs. I removed the padlock joining the cuffs and then the two leather straps leaving her legs free but hobbled at the ankles. Then I secured another chain to her collar to act as a leash and pulled her upright. A little unsteadily she followed me to a tree where I secured the leash to a low branch.

"I'm going to leave you here while you pee is that clear?" She tried to say something. "The panties?" She nodded, "No problem." She squealed as my knife cut them off. I watched her squat against the tree then returned to the car. In the trunk next to the spare wheel was my license plates, with some relief I removed my clever fakes and replaced the legal ones. I watched while she shivered by the tree. I wasn't concerned, even if she somehow slipped the leash she couldn't get far in a wood blindfolded and hobbled. At length I collected her and returned her to the trunk. I re-secured her legs and hog-tied them back to her wrists. She moaned and struggled back to her role as victim.

"Hey sweetheart." Her leather covered face turned towards me. "I'm not a bad guy I know it can be boring in here. I have some entertainment for you." With one quick motion I slipped the vibrator into her pussy and turned it on low. A strangled moan came from behind the gag and she started to struggle as I secured her knees and trapped the buzzing intruder inside her. The moans and groans continued but the hogtie deprived her of the movement necessary to remove it, if of course that was her intention. Her hips moved as much as they could and muffled moans came from behind the gag. Once again I tucked the blankets around her for sound insulation and shut the trunk. In the eerie silence of the woods I could still hear her faint moans. Satisfied that the vibrator, with it's long life batteries, would keep her distracted until we returned home I returned to the drivers seat and drank my coffee.......

Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in3.uu.net!ott.istar!istar.net!van.istar!west.istar!n1van.istar!van-bc!news.mindlink.net!nntp.portal.ca!jsharpe%ppp From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW: "Heaven or Hell?" (mf, inc, ff, teen, fant) Date: Thu, 22 Aug 96 23:32:56 GMT Organization: UIS Lines: 1878 Message-ID: <4viqjt$42h@thoth.portal.ca> NNTP-Posting-Host: d168.portal.ca X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.0 Beta #0 Keyword: mf, inc, ff, teen, fant

"There was a young woman of Sydney
Who could take it clear up to the kidney
But the thrust of Alphonse
Barely reached to her mons
So he left her unsatisfied, didney?"
-author unknown

Its starts out like heaven - but is it?

Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters and situation are a figment of my overactive imagination and should not be interpreted as factual.

Heaven Or Hell? - Intro

by Caesar, copyright 1996

"Where am I? How did I get here?" Jacob's eyes were filled with a stark whiteness. He lifted a hand up to his eyes, confirming its existence. Below, above, and to all sides the bright whiteness filled his vision. There was no seams, gaps, or form to his surroundings. It was almost like he floated in this white world.

Next, the middle-aged man looked down upon his body. It was the same as he remembered it. He was wearing the pajama's bottoms he put on as he was getting ready for bed. His feet were bare, as was his chest.

The last thing the handsome man remembered was going down the stairs to get some water. It had been night and he had awoke thirsty, his wife Jen, lay sound asleep next to him. Then something happened. He remembered the sight of the stairs coming quickly towards his face, his son's skateboard falling past his vision.

"Am I in a hospital?" He spun around to, again, confirm his surroundings. "Hello?!" A suspicion cut through him, "Was I hurt?" The question was not directed towards anyone - though Jacob was looking for some type of answer.

Louder, "Was I hurt?!" He rubbed his face and head, and was thankful to find nothing wrong.

"My god, am I alive?" This was spoken in almost a whisper.

"Actually, no your not."

Quickly, Jacob spun about and was startled to find a strikingly beautiful woman standing only a foot from him. She looked to be in her late twenties and had long blonde hair, pale skin, fine boned, and was very thin.

"Your son's skateboard caused your fall and you broke your neck on the stairs." He quickly reached up and grabbed his neck, which felt fine. "You died very quick."

Her voice was angelic and the woman spoke in a gentle soothing tone. The man noticed the woman before him was wearing a simple silk robe, completely see-through. Her long blonde hair was covering one of her full breasts, but the other was easily seen. She was beautiful.

She had to be an angel.

Jacob fell to his knees before the woman, barely noting the blonde bush now at his eye level. "I'm in heaven?"

The laugh she returned was light and heartening, "Where else would you be?"

Jacob, was never religious, and was never inside a church. His wedding was performed by a Justice of the Peace, and his kids were never baptized. Yet, the man quickly pressed his palms together and looked up into the beautiful woman's eyes. He had tears within them.

"Oh Jacob," she reached out and gently brushed his hair from his forehead. The hand warm and soft. "You will be fine. You are dead, nothing can hurt you now." She smiled softly. As his tears turned to sobs, the angelic woman encircled his head with her slim arms and pressed him to her bosom.

He cried to himself, almost as a baby would. The loss of his family and friends; the fact that he would miss his eldest daughter's university graduation; his son's hockey games; and his wife's kisses. Everything that the man had known is gone.

Though, the hard pointy nipple pressing into his cheek could not be ignored. The woman that held him gently like a baby was the most beautiful woman Jacob had even seen. The dead man had been a powerful corporate executive in a holding company, and the pleasures of beautiful woman were an indulgence that he had often enjoyed.

The gentle hand brushed his hair and soothed his heart. Almost as if she was reading his mind, "You find me beautiful Jacob?"

A rhetorical question. Jacob only lifted his head to, again, looking into the deep blue pupils of this "angel". As he would begin to call her.

She held onto his head with both hands, "In the after life, here you can have anything you desire. You will never eat or sleep, though you may if you wish. Any earthy desire that you had held can be easily fulfilled." She gently guided his face to her bosom, his lips pressed against her small pointy nipple. "As well as your desire's in the after-life." She smiled down at him when his mouth opened and he tentatively took her nipple into his mouth, the silk gown quickly becoming drenched with saliva.

Some desperate need in him welled up and took possession of his passion, he needed this woman, this angel. Frantically, almost as if he was afraid that she would stop him, he sucked and kissed her brown nipple.

In this uncertain state that Jacob was in, the passionate pleasure of a woman seemed to be god- sent. He needed to be with her, it felt therapeutic and healed his broken heart.

With rough desperate hands, Jacob reached up and grasped the neckline of the gown before ripping downwards. The silk easily parted and the gown fell to the woman's feet. Now his lips suckled her naked breast even while she still smiled down at him. "Oh my darling man, I am to help you however I may. Suck me to your hearts content Jacob."

Her melodic and soothing voice only enraged his passion, his manhood proudly pressing outwards from his pajamas.

Panting with desire, the middle-aged man forgot everything about him, even his situation. And found his animal urge paramount.

Quickly, desperately, Jacob pulled his angel downwards, her knees on either side of his lap. Without any guidance, his manhood sunk into the blonde woman's sexual furnace with ease.

"Is this what you want Jacob?" His strong hands reached around to hold onto her perfect ass, to begin to guide her movements in time to his own.

With her hands on his shoulders, the woman began to moved up and down upon the man's sex. Her super wet hot sex making loud sexy noises in the wide white expanse that surrounded them. Very sensuously she asked, "Is this how you would like to spend eternity Jacob?"

Almost without thinking he responded with an affirmative grunt. His body sweating and quivering with desire. Her body reacting similar yet her face never showed the passion that was expected.

She tried again, "Tell me Jacob, tell me how you would like to spend eternity?"

The flood of his energy drained from his cock, along with a generous amount of sperm. He screamed out in unison, "Fucking!".

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter I

by Caesar, copyright 1996

Jacob awoke, refresh and clean, upon a huge silk covered bed. When he opened his eyes, he knew he hadn't dreamed the incredible woman or the mind- blowing orgasm he experienced. And the white expanse about him still engulfed his vision to all sides, all except the bed.

The man sat up and found that he still wore the pajama bottoms that he passed away in. Hoping to find his angel nearby, nothing could be seen of her.

Laying his head back down, he took a deep breath and relaxed.

"This is not near as bad as I thought." He chuckled to himself, reliving the enjoyable experience from before.

Time hadn't any meaning any longer, and Jacob found that his mind wandered across many topics of interest. Though it almost always returned back to interesting ladies in his life. His thoughts may have drifted for minutes or days. He had no measure of time, nor did he even think about it.

Along after an immeasurable moment, Jacob sat back up and realized he wasn't alone. His wife lay within the bed, her back to him. It appeared she was sleeping.

"My god! Jen?" He reached out to touch her warm shoulder, to see if she was real. His touch woke her.

The middle-aged woman moaned in her sleep then rolled over towards her husband, "Hum...hello darling." She yawned and stretched. The covers fell from her shoulders and he saw she wore the light blue silk teddy that he had purchased for their fifteenth wedding anniversary. She had never worn it.

"Are you dead too Jen?"

"No silly." She smiled at her husband. Her hand reached out to grasp his pajama covered cock. "Would you like me to go?" She smiled sexily, knowing the answer and her husband all too well.

Jacob nodded no. But was puzzled at his wife's actions. Never before had she been so foreword. "Then you are just part of my imagination?" He was striving for some answer.

Smiling softly, his wife took his hand and moved it to her chest, beneath the silk bed sheet. His strong palm rubbed down her warm skin and then beneath the teddy until it stopped above her small soft breast. "You tell me, do I feel real enough for you?"

He pulled his hand away still uncertain. Jen would never, not since he knew her, act this brazen. Seeing his puzzlement, she pressed on, "The husband I knew would have put his cock into me by now?"

Startled, "What?!"

She smiled and didn't bother repeating herself. "Relax Jacob, I'm here for your enjoyment."

He suddenly realized the last thing he had said to his angel, and that his wife being here was just a part of his eternity of enjoyment. "So I can do anything I want with you?"

Without hesitation, "Of course."

Anything? "Then ask me to fuck you nicely." He waited, his cock already hardening, for his wife to fulfill his request.

The seductive smile returned. "Jacob, darling, please fuck me." She again lay back, but pushed the silk bed sheet down to her knees. Since he didn't say anything right away she continued, "You tease, you just want me to beg don't you?" She kicked the covers all the way off the bed, revealing her soft curves beneath the light blue garment.

That was it, Jacob was convinced. "No. At least not right now. I would like you to spread your legs and show me how you play with yourself?" He shifted slightly and pulled off his cotton bottoms.

Jen smiled knowingly. Then slowly, seductively, the woman who had shared over half his life spread her legs. Those long slim legs that he so often envied and enjoyed. She had been a swimmer in college and the legs hardly deteriorated since. They were still long, smooth and tanned.

Then her hands rolled down the front of her body to press the silk fabric into her crotch. His almost-forty year-old wife moaned loudly then rotated her hips against her palm. When finally she pulled her hand from between her legs, the fabric had a definite wet spot from her excitement. Partially for her husbands enjoyment, and partly for her own, Jen closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she began to enjoy her own ministrations. There was a snap for the lingerie, that Jen took advantage of, which allowed easy access to her overheated vagina.

Jacob could not take his eyes off his wife, this persona was completely different from the one he married. Yet, he would not trade this episode in for any amount of money. It was obvious his wife was fast approaching an orgasm, something he had not even been sure she has ever experienced. A part of him snapped, he was jealous of his wife's enjoyment, and his own excitement provoked his actions.

Pulling her hands roughly from her body, his wife groaned when she felt her husbands weight upon her body. He held both her wrists in a single hand above her head and the other balanced his perched body. His cock easily aimed and sunk into his wife's hot wet sex.

She screamed out in pleasure, "Fuck me Jacob darling!" As her body rocked by the powerful thrusts of her husbands penis, she repeated over and over, "yes". Jen locked her ankles behind her husbands back, her pelvis moving up to meet his.

It happened to be the best sex Jacob has had with his wife in years. She was extremely excited, her body almost out of control, nothing impeded his enjoyment. If this is what heaven was like, "Fuck I love it here!"

She replied, thinking he had spoken to her, "I like you here too baby!" Jen was breathing so hard it was difficult for her to speak. "Come inside me baby! Full my wet hole."

With a single grunt, his orgasm flowed out the head of his cock to flood the inside of his wife's love channel. She screamed out and clenched her body, including the inner muscles of her sex, as her own orgasm exploded.

Collapsing upon his wife's sweaty body, he felt her lips gently kissing his neck and ear. "God that was great."

She giggled, again, almost girlishly. "We can do it whenever you want darling."

Jacob simply smiled into her cheek as he dozed off.

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter II

by Caesar, copyright 1996

When next he woke, he felt gentle fingers rubbing up and down the length of his cock, as he lay spread upon his back. The gentle fingers became lips and the tip of a tongue, still moving gently so not to awake him. Up and down the tongue went, licking his semi-hard penis like a popsicle. The technique was slow and relentless, and perhaps that his why Jacob stole a look down his body.

It wasn't his wife, but Judy, his secretary from a previous job. Her eyes met his and they conveyed her joy before again closing so she could continue to work upon his prick. Now that he knew who it was, he realized that Judy worked upon his organ differently than his wife Jen ever had. Judy was more patient, more gentle, almost as if she loved to suck and lick his cock.

Three years before his death, this was exactly the way Judy used to suck his cock. Anytime, anyplace he wanted. Their office romance lasted four months and had to end when Jacob fired her. Thinking back, he knew he was being an asshole, but this fine looking woman was beginning to feel guilty for cheating on her husband and Jacob overreacted. Firing her was his answer. Though his dick missed the hour-long blowjobs Judy often did behind the closed doors of his large private corner office.

When finally he felt ready to spend, Judy took her warm wet mouth from his organ and applied pressure to a spot beneath his balls. This effectively stopped the anticipated release of his sperm. A few seconds later, she again resumed her oral worship upon his still hard throbbing cock.

Jacob groaned out with pleasure. His memory returning about those fantastic blow jobs before he fired Judy. She could literally keep his orgasm pent up, like the finger in the dike, for long almost painful minutes. Almost hours. When his orgasm did come, and it always came eventually, there was no experience like it.

"God I wish I could suck you like that!" Jen exclaimed in admiration, probably to herself.

Jacob was startled when he saw his wife kneeling next to him upon the huge bed. Appearing almost from thin air, since he was sure she had not been there moments before. He also realized she showed no anger that her husband was receiving a tongue- lashing the likes she could never deliver. In fact, he thought he saw desire behind those warm familiar eyes.

Reaching down, Jen pulled the long brunette hair from Judy's face and held it back. Giving a better view of the action between her husbands legs. "Who is this sexy cock-sucker babe?"

He felt the fingers pressing, holding back the flood of sperm. "My ex-secretary, Judy." She nodded, as if remembering the younger woman, though Jacob did not think they had ever met. They may have spoken on the phone though.

Jen was completely naked, and her nipples were obviously hard and the smell of her excitement becoming readably apparent. She crawled about on the bed to find herself behind the kneeling young lady. Jen knelt behind the raised buttocks and rubbed her hands along the blouse covered back and down to the skirt covered ass. After a few moments of this, Jen began to gather the conservative skirt up the legs and past the bottom to collect about the waist. Judy wasn't wearing any undergarments, she never did.

"Has your cock ever been in this pretty cunt?" She smiled warmly to her husband while a hand disappeared behind the bottom.

Judy reacted positively by groaning into the cock, his wife's fingers obviously inserted into the ex- secretaries sex. Jacob sat up onto his elbows to get a better view of the action at the other end of the bed. "Yes. Several times." He finally answered tentatively.

The youthful looking woman was now rocking back and forth, while the sound of sloppily manipulated cunt became apparent. "You should have told me babe! I would love to watch this slut fuck you." She bent forward slightly to bring her face closer to the moving raised ass, seemingly to get a better view of her working fingers. Jacob watched excitedly. "What did you enjoy the most, her cunt or her mouth?"

Long moments ago, Jacob had subconsciously decided to be honest with this woman, his wife. Though the wife he knew when alive, would never act or say these things, he still found himself attracted in many ways to the woman he married. "Her mouth and then her ass was always fun. I find her pussy too loose."

His wife looked up in surprise, "Her ass? That sounds fun! Why didn't you ever try fucking my ass babe?" She looked closely at her husband then turned her eyes to the puckered anus a few inches from her face. "Its so small."

He groaned out in enjoyment, then finally answered. "I always thought you didn't like sex."

She giggled at that. "Did you never wonder why I had all those candles in our bedroom?"

Jacob saw his wife press her index finger, from the other hand, into Judy's tiny anus. He felt heated desire run through his body and collect at his balls. God what a sight! "You mean you used those candles to play with yourself?!" He sounded as he felt, surprised.

"Some of them yes." Judy groaned louder, while Jen changed the subject. "Your secretary sure loves being fingered." Both, man and wife, watched as the puckered anus stretched with every motion of the tiny feminine finger. Jen smiled lovingly up at her husband, almost as if they were alone. "I would love to feel your fingers inside me right now darling?"

"God yes!" His rash words were caused by the experienced mouth bobbing up and down his throbbing cock, and partially by his wife's words. Jen took it selfishly and pulled her fingers from the secretary, who moaned from the loss, then she crawled about the bed.

Jen lay perpendicular to her husbands head and shoulders, on her back with legs spread and knees bend. When he turned his face towards her, he looked straight up between her thighs at her pulsating wet vagina. "God I love you like this Jen!"

Playfully, "I love you to darling. Like what dear?" She wiggled her bottom forwards until her sex was a single foot from her husbands head.

"Like a slut." He gasped as the experienced tongue teased the tiny hole at the head of his cock.

"Am I a slut", Jen looked about for her husbands free hands, "for wanting to get finger fucked by you?" He grinned hugely then brought the far arm about and aimed two fingers into his wife's overheated sex. "Thank you Jacob. Yes!" She was actually screaming out in pleasure - a sound her husband had never heard her make before.

"Yes your a slut. My slut Jenny!" He enjoyed the intimate view of his fingers within his wife's sexy. Jacob didn't so much fuck her with his digits as simply play with her, enjoying something he had never had this much pleasure with before.

His wife was pumping her hips in rhythm attempting to get her husband to fuck her with his two fingers rather than simply manipulate her folds. The middle-aged woman tried another tactic and brought her gorgeous legs up. She pulled her knees almost to her shoulders, which curled her body into a ball. Then she spoke in tiny girl's voice, "Put a finger in my bum darling! Fuck me in both places at the same time baby." She wiggled about, her anus now exposed to her husbands desiring eyes.

With the first two fingers in her vagina, he simply straightened the third and allowed it to press against the hard muscle of her asshole. The natural lubrication from her dripping pussy had coated her anus enough to allow her husband to press past the tough outer ring to the second knuckle.

The long lasting stimulation of the mouth and now the feel and sight of his sexy "new" wife was bringing him to the brink of a powerful, almost painful, explosion. Greedily, Judy was able to drink all of his nectar while his wife began to thrash and convulse in her own orgasm.

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter III

by Caesar, copyright 1996

What was happening was simply too good to be true. The woman that he had been married for almost two decades, was the perfect sexual partner. He knew it wasn't really his wife, yet wondered if the enjoyment the woman laying next to him expressed was mirrored in his still-living wife. Did she really use some of those candles that had constantly been in their bedroom, as a imitation cock, to fuck herself with? How often did she masturbate?

Jacob lay awake long after the explosion of his orgasm. His wife slept beneath the silk sheets next to him. While Judy had simply disappeared, for one second he had turned his head and when he turned back, she was gone. That quick that silent.

He was lost in his thoughts when a small warm hand grasped his naked flaccid penis. It didn't surprise him, but he had imagined his wife had woke and desired more sex. Jen had made it readably apparent that she was willing and ready to fuck him at a seconds notice - he never doubted it. Jacob looked down and jumped back when he saw his youngest daughters happy face looking up at his.

It was Anne, his thirteen year old daughter and youngest child. She put a finger to her lips and nodded to the sleeping form of her mother. Then she whispered, "I've always wondered what you looked like naked daddy." Jacob was simply too startled to say a word and simply stared in amazement.

The young teenager wore her usual bedroom attire, an oversized tee-shirt and panties. He could see that she wore panties, white plain cotton briefs, because she had pulled up the shirt to her waist and was rubbing the outside of her covered sex mound with her free hand. Jacob looked down at his soft penis and saw that it still looked huge in his daughters small hand, even as she tried to stoke it with unfamiliar movements.

It was a stunning sight, one that he was completely unprepared for, even after the appearance of the other two woman in his life. Anne leaned over and kissed the soft smooth head of his circumcised cock, which jerked in response. "I have wanted to do this for so long daddy!" She kissed him again, her mouth opening up enough to leave a drop of saliva on the pink surface. "I think about you when I touch myself." She stuck out her tongue and daintily touched his cock then giggled to herself at the new unfamiliar feeling of a mans prick upon her tongue.

She was very amateurish with the male organ, and stared intensely. Her hand familiarized with the width and ridges of the shaft as it squeezed and stroked upon it. Anne licked again and Jacob could see his youngest, savor the taste of him upon her tongue. It was too much, especially when his cock began to harden. "Stop baby." He tried to keep his voice down, else he may wake Jen beside him.

Looking up from beneath his cock, the quickly thickening organ pressed to her sweet young face, as she asked, "Don't you love me daddy?" Her eyes looked like they were about to cry.

It wasn't an argument Jacob could win, and he knew it. "Yes I love you baby but this isn't right." She never said a word. All she did was lift her head and open her mouth wide before descending down to engulf her fathers cock. Only half hard, she was able to get half its length into her, while keeping her eyes upon her fathers intensely.

Jacob felt the pleasure of her small mouth and warm wet lips as his prick slid into the forbidden body. He groaned and arched his back involuntarily. Anne had always been his "baby", his youngest daughter, and he had spoiled her rotten since her birth. Not once did he think about her as a sexual person, as a young woman with thoughts of desire and fantasies. Yet, when he saw her adolescent slim body, just entering the beginning stages of puberty, and that look of desire in her eyes, he wanted her. Hadn't the angel said, "anything" he desired.

That was it, his cock jerked to full hardness when his mind finished with its internal dilemma. Anne was surprised at the size that the prick suddenly became and could only hold the head within her mouth. Yet, her father had different plans.

He reached down and lifted her face from his lap and whispered, "Take your clothes off baby." She smiled happily at her fathers wish to allow her this fantasy fulfilled and quickly discarded her two pieces of clothing. Anne waited until he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

She fell onto his hard unfamiliar masculine body and hungry lips kissed her face and neck. Jacob could feel her smooth tiny thin body against his and her pressed his hard cock into her thigh. She giggled and moved about, applying appealing pressure to his manhood with her youthful body.

"Is this what you thought of baby?"

She gasped as his thick tongue slide into her wide mouth and searched out her own. Hands gasped her firm boyish ass and manipulated it deliciously, while fingers slide down between them. Jacob could feel the moist heat emulate from the region of his daughters cunt, and he could feel the moisture of her sex drip upon his stomach. It was too much of the middle age man, to possess such a young girl, his own daughter, and to be able to do anything with her - it was more than he had ever dreamed about.

Jacob spun about until Anne lay pinned beneath him, her look of loving desire had a new worried look. He enjoyed the sight of the tiny thin body beneath him, and moved her legs to either side of his hips. "I'm going to fuck you baby!" He touched the head of his hard cock to her tiny wet hole. She reached up with her hands to the back of his head trying to pull him back down her lips - but he was to incensed. Giving up she leaned her neck forward and kissed her fathers closest nipple with tender love.

It wasn't returned when the mature and horny man drove his cock into the girl. She screamed out in a muffled cry as her cherry broke beneath the harsh intrusion and the long thick cock completely filled her tiny teenage hole. Tears rolled down the smooth cheeks of the young girl as her idea and fantasy of loving her father was abruptly shattered with the single plunge of a thrusting cock.

"Fuck her tight cunt Jacob!"

The hot blooded man jerked his head up and was surprised to find his wife laying upon her side watching her husband take their youngest daughters virginity. She had pushed the silk covering down to her knees and raised one leg straight up into the air exposing her crotch. One hand plunged two fingers into herself while the other grasped her exposed hard nipple. Jen's eyes were on the junction between her husbands hips and her daughters smooth hairless cunt. "God what a sight. I wouldn't have guessed it would have fit."

After the surprise of his wife watching, and then enjoying the incestuous coupling, Jacob looked down into his daughters face. She looked very young, scared, and hurt. Anne was sobbing silently while biting her bottom lip. Jacob realized this wasn't how she had wished her fantasy to proceed, how her father would treat her. He pulled his throbbing cock from her body and leaned down to kiss her tears.

Jen gasped, "Don't stop!" He ignored her words and placed tender soft kisses upon the smooth soft skin until Anne stopped sobbing and her mouth sought out his.

"No more pain baby." Her tongue slide out into his mouth as she tried to imitate what she had already learned. Still with her mouth upon his, he again spun with his tiny daughter clinging to him. He pulled her face from his by her short brown almost boyish hair. "Put my cock back into you." She gulped very loudly then nodded affirmatively.

Anne, his youngest daughter sat up over her fathers body and hunched down so she could see between her legs. Her hands steadied herself upon his chest while she rubbed her slit back and forth along the length of his cock, unsure of what to do.

Jacob saw a new hand reach between the bodies, and Jen grasped his cock and aimed it straight up. "Go ahead honey, it will feel great."

Anne looked embarrassed but answered, "Thank you mummy." The young teen lowered her body while her mother aimed the blunt shaft upwards. It was easier than before, her body was able to accommodate the thick man meat with only a part of the pain that she had felt earlier. Yet, she could only descend half ways down the cock, after that it was too painful.

Jen withdrew her hand then leaned back to again masturbate and watch her daughter fuck her husband.

Anne moved slowly, very cautiously, up and down. Still looking between her legs, she seemed amazed that she was able to swallow half that huge cock within her tiny female folds. All three people watched that single point between the two bodies, as father and daughter began to fuck.

After several moments of tentative movements and experimenting with her first cock inside her body, Anne looked up into her fathers eyes with sheer bliss. Her wide smile was enough for him, and he began to move his hips in time to the tiny tight cunt holding his shaft.

The sound of the two females pleasure, the heavy breathing of Jen and the gasping of his daughter, Jacob heard the groaning of his own desire. Just when he felt the beginning of the end, his daughter started to buckle and thrash upon his cock as she orgasmed delightfully. Jen squealed and clasped her hand between two slim thighs as her own orgasm began. It was Jacob that was last, the sight of both the attractive ladies, as well as the pressure of the tiny vagina that set him off. His cock jerked and filled his daughter up with his seed even while he groaned loudly, the sound accompanying the other two.

It was rather good, thought Jacob, his first teenage virgin fuck. And with his own daughter. Anne dropped down in exhaustion between her parents, holding both their hands with her own. "I love you daddy." He only smiled as a response and closed his eyes to enjoy the ebb of his coupling.

Seconds passed and Anne let go of Jacob's hand and when he opened his eyes, she was gone. Jen was looking upon his body with that new look of desire he had come to understand, at least since his death. "You two looked incredibly sexy."

Jacob smiled at the recent memory, "Did we?" Trying to become accustomed to the immediate arrive or disappearance of those about him.

"Oh yes. I wanted so much to join you, but knew your first fuck with her should be together." He looked over in surprise at his wife's words.

"Do you think it was wrong what happened?"

"What happened? That you fucked our youngest daughter?" He nodded, looking for someone to mirror his own thoughts. Perhaps to give him absolution. She leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly, "No dear, I don't think what happened was wrong. Remember this isn't real, that wasn't your daughter you fucked."

"It sure looked like her."

She laughed, "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Do I look like the woman you married?"

"Yes, very much. Only my wife wasn't such a slut."

She laughed again, "Maybe she was and you just didn't know it." Jen leaned over and took his closest nipple into her mouth to savor it for a few seconds.

"Are you saying everything you are doing is what my wife would do?" He words sounded as he felt, incredulous.

She moved further down until her face was above his soft cock. "I am an exact mirror image of your wife Jacob, why is that so hard to believe?" She used to fingers to hold up his droppy soft pole.

"I don't think my wife would have masturbated while I fucked Anne. She would probably have torn my eyes out getting me off her."

Jen, or the mirror image of his wife, opened her mouth and licked his cock from root to tip. He realized she was cleaning the juices from his penis, the blood and dual sexual juices. It startled him only slightly and renewed his objection to this woman being his wife.

Finally, after several lengthy licks she lifted her face from his lap and licked his lips as Jen looked into his eyes. "Had I appeared to you as a mirror of your wife as she was fifteen years ago, she would have been the uptight bitch you love and who you think she is. She continued to stroke the soft penis almost absentmindedly. "Did you not notice that your wife was in her sexual peak? That she started to take aerobics and take better care of the way she dressed? No, I didn't think you did."

"I thought she was just enjoying the money I worked so hard to get?" Could it be true, he wondered, that his wife could have been as wild as this mirror image.

"She didn't much care for money silly, she was more interested in your cock!" Jen laughed at his astonishment. "She. I, never knew how to tell you."

It made sense to the sexually exhausted man. Everything seemed to come into focus, how his wife had changed over the last few years and how they argued about the long hours of work he did. If only he hadn't died and know then what he knew now!

There was one last question, "What about Anne? Did she really want me?"

Jen crawled up and snuggled into her husbands arm, her head on his shoulder. She yawned and wiggled her body against his. "I can't be sure, but I would think that yes, she fantasized about the most important man in her life. You!"

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter IV

by Caesar, copyright 1996

A moan woke him up. A low female moan of pleasure. Jacob lay upon his side when he opened his eyes and saw the familiar naked hip of his wife just inches away. Her hand came down to push his hair out of his eyes, "Wake up honey." She nodded towards his feet, where another moan originated.

He rubbed at his eyes and then sat up next to his wife, turned around to look at what his wife had been nodding towards. It was Anne, again naked and laying upon her back. Above her was Jacob's oldest child and daughter, Chris. The attractive nineteen year-old was straddling her sisters face. She wore a two piece bikini that her father would never have allowed her to wear if he knew about it. The crotch of the red outfit was pulled to the side and her trimmed brown pussy was exposed.

After all the encounters he had witnessed and been a part of since his death, this startled him at how exciting it appeared to him. His two attractive teenage daughters sexually involved before him was very exciting. Jacob gasped out with surprise, "Chris!?"

She opened her eyes and smiled towards the head of the bed and her father, "Hi daddy." She ground her pelvis more firmly into the young girls face between her legs almost as if she was making a point. "I knew you would wake up soon."

Jen moved her body next to her husbands and rubbed her full bush against his hip. "It was my idea darling. I hope you don't mind?"

He looked down into the loving face of his wife. "You thought of this?" Chris groaned loudly and caused her father to look back towards his two daughters.

"I knew that Chris and that girl, Samantha, were more than simply friends..."

This information had startled him, "What?" He questioned his eldest, "Are you a lesbian Chris?"

Moaning between her words, "No daddy." He took a breath of relief. "I'm bisexual."

He was stunned and turned back to his wife, "How did you know?"

Jen was lightly running her fingers up and down the semi-rigid cock, attempting to tease it to its full height. "I caught Chris and Samantha in a sixty-nine." Her husband just sat there with his mouth open until she continued. "You would not have believe how hot that made me dear. I never even thought of having sex with another woman. Suddenly found that watching two girls sucking each other off really turned me on and I wished that it was I who was licking our daughters juicy cunt!"

"Your own daughter Jen?"

She smiled at him, "What about Anna huh? Yes, my own daughter dear. You would not have believed the sexy fantasies I think about these last few years." She seemed determined to continue to provoke him. "I also knew Chris was posing for erotic photos to make some extra money at college."

Jacob's mouth moved but nothing came out. His eyes returned to the erotic sight at the foot of the bed. He kept telling himself that this wasn't real, yet everything felt very much real. The startling part was that he was very excited by all this. His wildest fantasies come to life, or rather, the afterlife.

His mind went through various stages, and it took several minutes, before he was resolved into his situation. If would be like this, that the ladies in his life revealed sexual thoughts and fantasies that they desired in real life, then he would those as well as his own. Nothing was forbidden nor was there any way he could be punished, as far as he knew.

Jen was grinding her pelvis into her husbands hip while watching her two darling girls put on a show for their parents. She didn't seem to care about her husbands moral dilemma, only for the pleasure of the moment. Jacob spoke gently, "Join them Jen. I want to see you eat our little girls cunt's."

She looked up in surprise and then scrambled down towards the two young teenagers. Jen whispered back over her shoulder, "Thank you dear."

Chris was still straddling her sisters head while she groaned and moaned with pleasure. She had her eyes closed for several minutes until she felt her mothers hands fumbling with the knot to her string bikini. Chris looked over her shoulder and smiled at her sexy mother, "Mom!" The string width straps slide down the tanned shoulders and the flimsy garment dropped off the bed. The older teenager now had her breasts exposed for everyone's pleasure, especially her own fathers.

Jen instructed while giving a push to her shoulders, "Get down there Chris, give your sister a taste of the pleasure your enjoying."

Giggling, a sound Jacob hadn't heard his eldest make in years, she complied, "Yes mummy!" The sexy, well proportioned teen immediately slide her face down between the long slim legs of her younger sister Anne. Jen lay down above Anne's head and looked right into the exposed loins and the maneuvering tongue of her two daughters. Jen groaned with expectation and aimed her tongue expertly forward into the exposed brown asterix of Chris's anus.

"Oh mummy! " Chris exclaimed loudly, yet muffled between the slim young legs of her sister.

"Wow!" Was the muffled comment of Anne.

Though this Jacob hadn't moved, so amazed at the sight before him. It was the three closest women in his life sucking each others quim with heated abandon. To get a better view of his wife and Anne's tongues, he moved forward until his face was a mere foot from the junction. His reward was immediate, as was the reason Chris was groaning so loudly. Jen had her forced her tongue an inch into the tight round rectum while Anne imitated her mothers movements and tongue fucked Chris's vagina. The two tongues moved in unison as they fucked the elder teenager senseless.

It was a very erotic sight, one that Jacob would never have imagined in his wildest fantasies. The three ladies of his family enjoying a lesbian tongue bath. He never moved any closer, afraid that they would stop their exciting show if he interrupted them.

Jen finally lifted her face from between the raised globes and spoke to Anne, "Lick her clit dear, I want to taste that juicy cunt of hers." The attractive naked mother sat back and pressed two fingers of her hand firmly into the still relaxed rear hole. They slid in slowly, forcing the ring of muscle to stretch even more.

"Ouch, slower mom!"

"Sorry honey." She modified her movements. "Like that?"

"Oh yes, that feels wonderful. I never even thought my ass would give me such a feeling."

Jen looked surprised, "You never had anal sex before dear?"

"Goodness no mom.... wow that really fills me up... I always thought that area was dirty and no one ever tried."

"I have a confession dear, I have never had a cock in my ass either."

Chris looked in surprise over her shoulder, "Really mom? I thought the way you were digging into my ass with your tongue, and how good it felt, that you were very experienced with having your ass fucked and licked."

Jen smiled and then answered, "I've enjoyed putting things in my ass for years, it started with a finger and now I mostly use a small candle." She looked over at her husband with a mischievous look, "I've always wanted to feel your fathers cock inside my asshole."

Another, "Wow", from below.

"That sounds so sexy mom. I think I want a cock in my ass too. I wish you had a cock mummy!" She sounded very sincere Jacob concluded.

Jen again smiled in her husbands direction, "I think we can do better than that baby - your father is going to take your virgin ass. Mine too!"

Chris looked at her father in alarm, "But he's my own father mom?"

"Indeed, but who better to take your anal cherry dear? You didn't mind my tongue inside your body I think its okay to have your fathers cock."

Jacob thought his little girl didn't look convinced, but then Anne's muffled cry called out, "I want daddy to fuck my asshole!" Chris could not deny something that her younger sister so desperately wanted. Sibling rivalry demanded she accept.

Jen started to laugh and the eager young teenager and Chris seemed to make a decision, "Okay mom, daddy can take my cherry."

Jen slipped two fingers from her other hand into her daughters vagina. "Maybe you should ask him dear?" She looked at her husband with amusement, her face telling him this game was for his benefit.

Chris turned her head to face her father. "Daddy, mom said you'd fuck my asshole?"

Before Jacob could reply, Jen interrupted, "That's no way to ask a man to fuck you Chris. Ask again dear, but remember your not ordering a meal at a restaurant, your asking for a man's cock to fuck your tiny round asshole."

The eldest daughter gulped loudly then asked, "Please daddy, I want you to fuck my asshole." Jen was just about to again instruct her daughter when the teenager continued. "I need that cock in my ass dad, please, I'll do anything?" She had a sound of desperation in her voice, enough to cause Jacob's cock to throb almost painfully and for her mother to smile proudly.

Jen continued right after her daughter finished talking, "When your finished with Chris's tight asshole darling, I want you to take my anal cherry too!"

Another muffled cry from below, "Mine too daddy!"

Jacob sat back upon his heels and smiled at his situation. Whom else could say they just had such a request. "I'd be honored too!" He meant it. Though he knew what they had asked of him was wrong, simply from the fact that two of the three ladies asking for his cock were related by blood, because it was incest. Jacob had thought incest was wrong, isn't that what the Bible said, he wondered.

Chris had removed the last part of her bikini, and the three of them were completely naked, before kneeling with her arse facing her father. Anne crawled around on the bed so she sat with her face a mere inch from her sisters raised butt, the best view in the house. Jen, on the other hand, took her husbands cock into her mouth and savored him for several minutes, all the while her two fingers plunged again and again past the firm spincter muscle of her eldest daughter.

Finally she lifted her face from his lap, "Well dear, go ahead and shove this into that," she pulled her fingers from her daughters anus, "hole!"

It was almost too much for the father, yet his dick throbbed at the submissive sight and position of his eldest daughter and he moved forward to mount her. With the lengthy period that Jen had worked upon the tiny hole, the head of Jacob's cock entered very smoothly considering the smallness of the aperture.

Jacob moved his cock slowly within the tight confines that he found himself. The two other females sat with faces near the raised bottom, watching every detail.

Anne asked her big sister, "Does it hurt Chris?"

Between gasps, Chris replied, "No. Its different, it makes me feel so full." It was evident by her panting breath and tiny groans that she was indeed enjoying herself even if she would not have admitted it.

Jen sat up and spoke to her youngest, "Come here dear. Get mummy ready for daddy's cock." Jen then knelt next to her daughter, with her bottom raised high. Jacob watched as Anne crawled around until she was facing her mothers ass.

His little girl spread her mothers ass cheeks with the flat of both hands then looked up into her father's face. "Do you like this daddy? Seeing me kiss Anne and mummy?"

What could he say, "Yes." In fact, it was a very nasty situation and turned him on immensely.

The young teenager smiled and turned back to the clenching anus below her. The girl did not even hesitate before she moved her face down and speared her tongue into that tight hole. Even Chris turned her head to watch what her younger sister did to there mother. With Jen's loud gasps and the wiggling of her raised hips, she became the focus of the small group and all eyes watched her anal violation.

Jacob could not wait any longer and pulled his rock hard manhood from his eldest daughter and pulled Anne's face from the raised globes of her mother. He aimed it quickly and pushed forward. Without all the preparation that Chris had undergone, his cock was met with stiff resistance. He pushed and Jen grunted in pain but didn't otherwise stop his assault, until the head of his prick was inside the second tiny asshole. Jacob rested with his cock immobile within his wife, as he waited for her to relax and loosen up.

Meanwhile, Anne could not take any more. After trying to push her bottom in Chris's face, whom pushed her away, she knelt next to her mother and began to use her own hands. With the abundant vaginal juices and a generous amount of spittle, Anne began to frig her own bottom with two fingers. All the while watching her fathers hard cock within her mothers asshole. "Fuck my ass daddy! Fuck my ass!" She repeated over and over.

Seeing his little girl so amorous and excited just by watching his actions, Jacob pulled out before giving his wife a proper anal fuck and knelt behind Anne. "Yes daddy, put it in my ass!" He aimed his cock and pressed forward.

Though disappointed Jen couldn't take her eyes off her husbands cock while the erotic itch still needed scratching. It was evident that Chris was also still excited, as she was on her back tickling her clitoris. So Jen simply crab walked over to her eldest daughter and placed a thigh on either side of her head and straddled her pretty face. Then she dropped between her daughters thighs until her own mouth came within licking distance of the overheated cunt below her. Mother and daughter began to earnestly lick each others cunt's.

Though better prepared than his wife's ass had been, Anne's small size and firm young body caused her butt hole to be very tight. It took three tries before he was able to even get the head into her. Though it must have hurt, Anne was aggressive and pressed her ass back trying to get more of her father inside her. He would have paused, as he had done with Jen, but Anne started to rock back and forth effectively fucking herself on her fathers shaft.

So, in the spirit of things, Jacob grasped his daughters slim hips and began to fuck her without remorse or thought to her well being.

The stark white emptiness swallowed the hollow sounds of the three groaning and gasping females and the grunts from the single man.

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter V

by Caesar, copyright 1996

"Dear?" A hand was shaking his shoulder vigorously. "Wake up dear."

"Yes, hello? Jen?"

"No dear, its your mother."

That woke him very quickly and Jacob's eyes blinked open. There seated next to him was his mother. "Mom! My god what are you doing here?" He vainly tried to cover his crotch with his hand in embarrassment.

Though his mother had been still alive when he died, she had been much older than she appeared here before him. In fact, his mother looked exactly how she did when he was in his early teens, the style of her hair, everything. Her clothing was a very attractive, as well as functional, summer skirt and blouse that she often wore to picnics and other family functions. In fact she looked the best he had ever seen her.

"Don't you know what I'm doing here dear?" She was smiling at her son like they shared a secret, though Jacob did not have a clue what she was talking about. "Jen told me you had sex with both your daughters?" It had appeared to her son that she had changed the subject.

He remembered falling sideways upon the bed, exhausted at the vigorous fuck he just enjoyed. While his youngest daughter, still impaled on his cock, was content to cuddle into her fathers arms. Sleep must have overcame him.

He sputtered, "Mom...!"

She patted his arm, the one covering his crotch. "Now, don't you worry dear. Nothing is forbidden here." She smiled again. "In fact that's why I'm here."

Jacob sat up, still covering his crotch. His face showing his confusion.

His mother sighed, as she often did when he was younger, "I know that you want to fuck me dear." It was spoken to softly that he thought he may have missed her words, yet after all that has happened to him he knew what he heard was true.

"Mom! I've never once thought about..."

She interrupted sternly, "Do you think I didn't notice you looking at me?"

That startled him, "Huh?"

"Don't tell me that wasn't your eye at the keyhole when I showered? I can't imagine it was much of a view." He only sputtered in embarrassment, unsure what to say next. "Haven't you figured out you can have anything you want here dear?" Her hand again patted his arm, just above his wrist.

Jacob shook his head confused, "I don't understand mom?"

She smiled softly and moved her hand down to cup the top of his, the one hiding his manhood from her eyes. "If you hadn't been my son I probably would have raped you when you were a teenager." She laughed at his astonished look. "You really didn't notice my own looks whenever you walked around the house half naked? My dear," she pulled his hand from his crotch exposing the flaccid manhood, "I could barely keep my hands off my cunt during those years."

Her eyes dropped down and she openly devoured his cock with her gaze.

This fantasy reality that Jacob found himself in startled him and he realized this too was simply a fantasy of his. Though he did believe much of it was based on fact, did his mother really masturbate while looking at him? If he could fuck his youngest daughter in the ass why couldn't he also enjoy his very own mother?

Jacob was regaining his composure, "What is it your staring at mother?"

She smiled but didn't lift her gaze, "Your cock dear."

"But I thought things like that don't affect mothers, that they saw it all before?" He was taunting her. Jacob was finally learning how the game was played.

His mother laughed and finally lifted her eyes back to his. "Infant penis's don't count. Muscular teenage boy cocks do." She reached over and her cool hand, she always had cold hands as long as he could remember, wrapped his soft cock within her strong fingers.

Jacob didn't stop or helped her. No matter how much he told himself that it wasn't real, that he could effectively do anything with anyone, it still felt strange having his mothers hand grasping his manhood. She didn't fondle it or manipulate it in any way, she just held it firmly and stared at it with barely concealed lust.

"Why didn't you ever try anything mom?" He truly wanted to know the answer to his question but Jacob was also trying to break the tension that seemed to envelope the two of them.

She tore her eyes from her hand, "Because you are my son?"

He understood that reasoning, it was the same reasons that he felt guilt at feeling desire for his own daughter. "What is different now?"

"Silly. Your dead that's why? And here the wildest fantasies can come true." She paused for just a second and then seemed resolved in admitting something. "I know when I die, I'm going to fuck this cock of yours as much as possible."

That stunned him, that she used words that had been forbidden in his house. She saw the look and continued, "You didn't know that your mother was a horny slut that fantasized about fucking her own son did you Jacob?" She smiled, her turn to taunt him. It was obvious that he didn't know how his mother felt about him all those years ago. "I used to pray you would walk in when I was playing with myself just so I could see what your reaction was. I had it planned out perfectly, how I'd fuck my cunt with two fingers while twisting my nipples just to show you how hot your mother gets. I even masturbated with your dirty shorts, often on your bed when you were at school. I used to rub your pillow over my cunt just so you would be able to sleep with my cunt near your face. The things I did almost embarrass me. I'd fucked my ass with a pen from your school bag once, knowing that you'd be touching and using it often and almost had an orgasm when I once saw you put the tip into your mouth. I left my used panties on the top of the hamper just in case you wanted to smell me, though I never caught you. I tried to dress nice for you. I even had to masturbate almost every morning when you kissed me before leaving for school. God I was such a slut, horny for her own son! If only one of us had made the first move."

"God mom, I never realized!"

Her smile slowly withered away, "I know dear, I didn't know a way to tell you without breaking that mother-son bond." Her smile suddenly returned. "But that is the past, now you can have your mother as your own slut for all eternity. How does that sound Jacob?"

Jacob saw that she held her breath and could barely restrain herself as she waited for his answer. It was obvious what it would be, what it would have been when he was simply a young teenager with a hard dick and nothing to do with it. "It sounds like heaven mom." He meant it, but wasn't sure why she started to laugh strongly. It irritated him and he wanted to try just some of what his mother was offering, "Show me how much of a slut you are mom."

She stopped laughing immediately and then let go of his cock. The middle aged woman stood up onto the bed, on bare feet that straddled her son's head, and started to gyrate to an imaginary music. Jacob relaxed and looked right up, beneath her flowing summer dress and to the white cotton panties that covered her sex. The woman began to slowly unbutton the garment and began to lower her body downwards above her son's face, wiggling the voyeur image for his pleasure.

It was strangely erotic, and just a little embarrassing, seeing his own mother dance for his enjoyment while slowly peeling her cloths off. "I can't wait mom, I want to fuck you." Jacob's hand had begun to stroke his cock to a rapid hardness

She stopped wiggling to the invisible tune and stood still and began to quickly remove her clothing, as requested. She spoke while pulling the dress from her shoulders, "I'm your slut baby, I'll do anything you want. There is nothing I won't do for you Jacob."

"Then get naked slut", that word still sounded strange coming from him, "I want to see your cunt."

He could see her hands quiver and she started to breath heavily as the skirt slid down her body to cover his face. She stepped out of it and tossed it to the foot of the huge bed and she quickly moved to the rear clasp of her bra. "I've always wanted this Jacob, to be your slut. I want you to us me, hurt me, make me do things I don't like!"

"Shut the fuck up and show me your cunt mom!" Was that his voice, he wondered?

"Yes dear." The white harness slide from her shoulders revealing her average sized hanging breasts, and from below he could see that her dark pink nipples were very swollen with excitement. Her thumbs hooked into her panties and pushed down. It took only seconds for the garment to join the dress out of reach and off her body.

Jacob looked up into the valley between his mothers legs even while she looked down, biting her lips, as she watched her son's reaction. It was a huge hairy beaver that covered the front of her groin all the way to crack of her ass. It was dark and very curly. But most exciting of all was the glistening dampness that was dripping from the hair down upon her thighs. It was obvious his mother was very excited.

"Bring it closer so I can see what I'm going to fuck."

She rushed to comply, crouching down so her cunt was only a foot above her son's face. From that distance, Jacob could see the dark outer labia and the pink wet inner lips though the coarse kinky hair. He could also smell her, and it greatly heightened his excitement.

"Play with it slut. Put a finger in that wet hole of yours." She immediately plunged her middle finger into her sex, only inches before her son. The sound of her breathing and small moans was enough evidence that she was greatly enjoying herself. He wanted to test her, to push his mothers relationship to the limit. "Now push that finger into your ass mom, show me how much of a slut you really are."

"Yes Jacob, I'll do anything for you!" That same finger withdrew coated with a generous amount of vaginal juice before she moved her hand lower and pressed the finger against her ass.

From his view, he could barely see her anus, but he could see that she had problems with her own tightness. So Jacob reached up and grasped her hand and shoved it in towards her. His mother gasped out in pain as her own finger was forced into her. "I said to put it into your ass slut."

She took several breaths to control her voice before saying, "Yes dear. I want more Jacob?"

"What you want isn't important mother, you do whatever I tell you."

"Yes dear." She sounded excited again, her breathing again getting deep from excitement.

Years ago, as a teenager he had found his fantasies had involved images of his mother but he had fought hard to change those. Not until he started to screw did he finally stop thinking about what it would have been like to fuck his own mother. She had been right, he had watched her bathe, but the tiny hole only allowed a glimpse at skin, nothing tangible and that outlet was soon abandoned. It had been true, he was now sure, that she had desired him. How she insisted on dressing up whenever they were alone, how she tried to make a kiss linger, how she could look into her son's eyes for an eternity - Jacob knew this fantasy mirrored much of reality and it scared him just slightly.

If his own mother had felt that way the sexual urges that Anne and his wife had expressed were probably also true. He just realized how little he really know about the sexuality of the ladies around him.

"Get down there and get my cock up inside your wet cunt slut, but don't remove that finger."

"Yes Jacob." She moved her body downwards until she straddled his hips and then used her free hand to aim his cock upwards. It sunk easily into her. Yet, she screamed a loud pleasure release as it finally ground against her pelvis. "Oh baby. This is what I always wanted, what I always fantasized about!"

"Shut up and start fucking me like the slut you are mom!"

"Yes dear!" She sounded very enthusiastic and began to move up and down upon that six inch male path with a surprising amount of energy.

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter VI

by Caesar, copyright 1996

Grunting woke Jacob up.

It wasn't unusual that he decided to sleep after an enjoyable sexual encounter. He realized it wasn't necessary, just that he enjoyed dozing off with the mental bliss after an orgasm. Nor was it surprising when he woke to be confronted by one or more of his ladies as they reached orgasm. Sometimes he joined them sometimes he just watched.

Jacob rolled over and opened his eyes. Laying next to him was his lovely and sexy wife. It was her grunting that woke him. Yet, above her, between her thighs was their son, as he pounded his pelvis against his mothers. The two bodies met with loud wet smacks that seemed to grind against the walls of Jacob's ears.

For only a few seconds he lay stunned at the sight before jumping up. "My god!"

Jen turned her head and stared into her husbands eyes. He could see the depth of her enjoyment as a cloud seemed to hide her gaze from his. She continued to grunt and pulled her son's face down to her bobbing breast for him to suckle.

Jacob sat in horror watching this incestuous coupling. Knowing that he had done the same thing with Anne. Without a word, or without breaking eye contact, he watched as Jen's ankles locked behind their son's back and she started to pound her pelvis up meeting his. It was a familiar position, but one that he doubted he would ever enjoy without seeing this image in his minds eye.

Finally the forty year-old turned back to her son and pulled his lips to hers. Jacob could see the two tongues grapple back and forth between the gap of the open mouths. Then Jen pulled her son, Tony's lips from hers and begged, "Please come in mammas face?"

He grinned broadly and then pulled suddenly from her very excited sexual hole. Tony crawled up his mothers body as she reached for and grabbed at his slimy cock. She immediately pulled it inches from her lips and stroked it expertly.

The young man groaned out and then arched his back just a long thread of come shot from the head of his dick. It landed right along the side of his mothers face, from her hairline to her jaw. The cock, half as much larger than his fathers, continued to shoot out a gallon of come. The side of her face closest to her husband was coated white with streams of sperm. And the teenager cock didn't stop shooting until she seemed to be covered in it.

Jacob only sat there open mouthed, disgusted and surprised at what he had just witnessed. His son, gasping for breath, pulled away from his mother and lay at the foot of the bed. This gave Jen time to turn her head back to her husband, "Kiss me Jacob!"

It was a surprising request, one that brought pangs of disgust to the pit of his stomach and he nodded no.

She turned back to her tired son, "Come on Tony, you can usually keep it up for mummy?" Jen spread her legs wide upon the bed, her dripping snatch aimed right at her son. Two fingers slide into herself while the other hand began to rub the pearl colored come into her face and chest. "Fuck mummies pussy again and maybe we could get daddy to fuck my ass at the same time."

She winked at her husband.

"That is a beautiful cock that your son has Jacob." The voice made him jump and he turned his head to see his mother seated just next to him. "I caught Jen sucking on that monster a few weeks before you passed away. Lucky bitch."

Jen turned her eyes back to her husband's mother, "I couldn't let you enjoy all of it."

"What?"

The older woman shrugged and then licked her son's ear, "Tony likes older woman. Lucky for me." Jacob was almost comatose with surprise, that his mother, then looking much older than she did now, was having an affair with his only son, her grandson.

"Lucky for us." Added Jen.

Jacob's mother crawled the few feet to her daughter-in-law and then started to lick at the larger drops of come.

"You've both done this before?"

The two ladies both laughed, "Once or twice." Jen added. "It was even better when Tony began to join us."

Watching his grandmother lap at his mothers dirty face started to raise Tony's cock once again. His son had great recovery, Jacob thought sourly.

It was like watching three strangers as the two older ladies turned about and crawled to the grinning teenage male. Like the sluts they were both females opened their mouths and pressed their lips down on either side of the thick long cock. On the shaft of the man meat, Jen and Jacob's mother, kissed and licked with passion.

Jacob's young son gasped both heads in his wide hands to ensure they did not pull away from this enjoyment while closing his eyes. Though, to the stunned father, it did not look like either lady was about to pull away. In fact they mad oral love to that thick teen meat.

"Jen! Mom!?" Gasped Jacob.

Without lifting her head, but moving her lips off the rigid pole for only long enough to talk, Jen replied, "Join us Jacob honey."

She returned to her licking but when nothing was said she again added, "Why don't you let Tony suck you off while we do him?" Jen turned her head just enough so she could look into the disgusted gaze of her husband. "Or if you rather, you can let him fuck your ass?"

The grin she gave him broke his heart and he wanted to run - but where?

"I thought I get whatever I want?"

Heaven Or Hell? - Chapter VII

by Caesar, copyright 1996

The soft soothing voice replied behind him, "You get everything you want here Jacob." He spun about and looked again into the deep blue eyes of the angelic looking woman whom he had first met.

"You also get more than you wanted." She smiled and that look she gave him calmed his heart. "And it is for all eternity."

Back to the end of the bed he could hear his son starting to groan as his excitement rose. It took all of his willpower to keep his gaze upon the tall naked woman standing next to the bed.

"This is not how my mother or wife would act?" He nodded over his shoulder to the rutting threesome at the end of the bed.

"Jacob, your mother had been having intercourse with your son since he was eleven years old."

"What?!" He practically shouted, but his voice was lost in the white emptiness beyond his bed.

The beautiful woman ignored his cry, "In fact, eight years after your death your wife brought Tony to your mother's hospital bed and she passed away with his penis inside her."

If not for the startling encounter that awoke him this would have caused him to faint with information overload and he would probably have not believed any of it.

Ignoring his facial reactions the angelic woman continued, "Chris was blackmailed into making pornographic movies. She dropped out of University and now is a favorite of the adult video market." She stepped forward and then sat sideways upon the bed, inches from Jacob, ignoring the animal sounds of pleasure coming from the other side of the bed. "Anne lives alone and avoids her mother and brother, after having caught them having sex, she is a very emotionally unbalanced young woman."

Jacob realized his head was nodding back and forth upon his shoulders, trying not to believe what he heard. Had he been dead that long? Could all this be true?

"After your mother died, Tony and Jen moved to the coast and live where no one knows they are mother and son."

He managed to gasp, "How did this happen?" Jacob realized he believed everything that was said.

She laughed, the sound almost alien to her. "Why Jacob, you died." She made it sound like the answer had been obvious.

A tear started to form in one eye. "How could God have done this to us? It thought I was in heaven?"

"Who said anything about heaven?"

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