Wellington Manor
Mg, Mb, Mgb, MMgb, MF
Characters:
Phil is the main character. A 22 year old Caucasian man with short dark brown hair.
Marcus is a 25 year old Caucasian man with short light brown hair.
Anna is Marcus' wife. She is a 24 year old Asian woman with shoulder length light brown hair.
Joan is a 19 year old Caucasian goth punk girl with blonde hair that has red and orange stripes.
Alice is a 10 year old Caucasian girl with long blonde hair. Alice has no pubic hair.
Johnny is a 14 year old Caucasian boy with short blonde hair. Johnny has sparse wisps of pubic hair and smooth hairless balls. Johnny says few words, but his words seem to be powerful.
It was a dark and stormy night in late 1988 when I arrived at the old Wellington Manor on the edge of town. Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the imposing three-story mansion, the wind whipping dead leaves across the massive front porch. I had always thought the house looked creepy and foreboding, even in broad daylight, but it looked downright sinister now.
As I slowly approached the front door, I felt a nervous pit in my stomach. Maybe coming here alone at night during a storm wasn't the best idea. But my curiosity got the better of me. I had to see inside.
The front door creaked as I carefully pushed it open. I stepped cautiously over the threshold, the sound of the howling wind and crackling thunder filling the silent house.
The foyer was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the stained glass windows, but I could just make out the grand staircase that led to the upper floors. The walls were lined with dusty portraits and paintings, all of them in various states of decay.
I crept up the stairs, feeling the cold air swirl around me. The boards creaked under my weight, adding to the sense of unease.
The second floor was much darker than the foyer, the only light coming from the occasional sliver of moonlight that broke through a window. I made my way along the hallway, passing several closed doors. I stopped at one that was slightly ajar. Curiosity overtook me, and I gently pushed the door open.
I nearly jumped out of my skin at what I found. The room was dimly lit by candles, and in the middle of the space was an ornate four-poster bed. There were no curtains on the windows, and the wind whipped through the open space, causing the candles to flicker and dance.
But what really captured my attention was the figure lying on the bed. A petite boy, around 12 to 15 years old, was sprawled across the covers. His pale skin was slightly flushed, his blonde hair disheveled from laying on the pillows.
He was naked, body uncovered, and asleep. He was completely at peace, his face serene, his chest rising and falling with each slow, even breath.
Despite the setting, there was something oddly comforting about his presence. I felt a sense of calm wash over me, and for a moment, I forgot all about the storm outside and the creepiness of the house.
This boy was so beautiful, so carefree. He was entirely at ease, and it was clear that he was at home here.
I wanted to touch him, to feel his warmth and know what it was like to be so free and at ease. But I knew I shouldn't. He was asleep, and he needed his rest.
I got up and quietly closed the door behind me. I tiptoed down the hall, stopping at the next room. The door was cracked open, and I peered inside.
This room was just as eerie as the others, with its creaky floorboards and cold drafts. But the thing that caught my eye was the large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. There were two figures on the bed, both of them sleeping soundly.
One was a man, his head resting against the headboard, his arms wrapped around a young girl who was curled up against him. She was just as naked as the boy in the other room. Her chest was practically flat and she had no pubic hair, so she was probably no more than ten or eleven years old.
They were deeply asleep, their bodies relaxed and content. The man had one arm draped over the girl's waist, his hand resting just above her hip. Her head was cradled against his chest, her hair splayed across his bare shoulder.
Their bodies were entwined, their nakedness emphasizing their intimacy. As I watched, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful they looked together. They were connected, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt deeply intimate and deeply intimate.
I was mesmerized by the sight of them, the way their bodies moved together in their sleep, the way their breaths matched each other's. And yet, it was their tenderness that really caught my attention. Their bodies were entwined, but their faces were serene, their expressions peaceful.
It was a strange, dreamlike scene, and yet, there was something about it that felt so right.
I stepped back and closed the door behind me. I was still caught up in the moment, my mind racing with a mix of confusion and excitement. I needed to leave, to get out of this house before I did something I would regret.
I crept down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. The wind continued to howl outside, and the walls creaked ominously. But I made it to the foyer and out the front door without incident.
As I drove away from the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What had I seen? What had I done? I had taken advantage of these people in their most vulnerable state, and I had no idea why.
But as I drove away, I couldn't shake the image of those two sleeping figures, their bodies entwined and at peace. There was something so pure and honest about their embrace, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
The storm raged on, the wind whipping across my car as I drove away. The darkness of the night seemed to envelop me, and I found myself wondering what was waiting for me ahead. But for now, I was content to drive home, the images of the Wellington Manor and its inhabitants lingering in my mind.
The road was curvy through the forest, and visibility was low because of the storm. Somehow, I must have gotten turned around, because I found myself approaching Wellington Manor again. I passed the Manor and turned on my GPS and set it to take me home so that I wouldn't get turned around again. A half hour later, I was again at the entrance of Wellington Manor. I checked the GPS, and it said that I had arrived home. But this wasn't my home.
I decided to park and try and figure out what was going on. When I reentered the house, the lights were on, and I heard noises from the upper floor. It sounded like moaning, and a rhythmic thumping of something hitting a wall. I decided to investigate.
When I reached the second floor, I saw the door to the room with the boy on the bed was open. When I entered the room, I saw that the boy was still sleeping.
I checked the next room down the hallway and found that the girl in the next room was not only awake, she was riding the man in the bed, her face contorted with pleasure as he thrust into her. She was bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling with each movement. He was holding her hips as she rode him, his hands guiding her up and down.
They were moving in perfect synchrony, their movements in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sound of their their moans of pleasure and the bedframe thumping against the wall. The smell of sex filled the room, and I could see a fine sheen of sweat on their skin.
Their eyes were closed, lost in their own little world. They were completely oblivious to my presence, and I was transfixed by the sight before me.
My cock was hard as stone, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, their faces twisted in ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and cries of pleasure, and I found myself mesmerized by the sight of their intimate union.
I couldn't take my eyes off of them, watching their bodies move together in a way that was both beautiful and erotic. The girl was nihilistically bouncing up and down, her hips moving in steady, sensual motion. Her head was thrown back, her hair flying in all directions.
The man was gripping her hips, his strong arms were pulling her down onto his cock forcefully as he thrust up into her small body. His face was set in a look of concentration, his eyes opened and he watched her ride him.
I could feel my cock straining against my jeans. I watched as the girl's body shook with the force of the man's thrusts. My hand rubbing my cock through my pants, stroking it in time with the rhythmic thrusting of the couple.
I felt the pleasure building, my balls tightening, the pressure building to a climax. The tension was palpable, my breath coming in short gasps as I watched them. I felt myself on the verge of release, my orgasm building to a crescendo.
And then, the boy in the next room was suddenly there, beside me, watching the couple fuck. He was still naked, his dick erect and hard, his hand stroking himself as he watched them. He looked up at me and said, "Watch."
I was embarrassed, but I couldn't help but watch the boy stroke his cock as he watched the girl and the man. His eyes were glued to their joined bodies, his eyes fixed on the way her ass jiggled and bounced as she moved up and down, his hand matching the pace of their fucking.
His breathing quickened, his strokes faster, more urgent. He moaned loudly and let go of his cock as it started erupting, shooting a stream of cum across the floor and onto his belly as it jerked up and down as it shot spurts of cum.
As I watched him cum, I couldn't help but feel my own orgasm building. I took my cock out and started stroking it. The boy swiped his hand through the cum on his chest, then reached his hand up, offering it to me. As I licked his sweet cum from his fingers, I came hard. My first spurt of hot cum hit the floor, but the boy quickly leaned over and took me into his mouth and swallowed the rest.
When I finished cumming, the boy went over to the bed and crawled up onto it and laid down next to the man and girl, who were now staring at me as they continued to fuck. The girl was now riding the man even harder, her body moving faster and faster. She was biting her lip, her moans becoming louder and more frenzied.
I could hear her haunting screams of pleasure that seemed to be coming from everywhere but nowhere as the man continued to thrust into her. I watched her ass bounce wildly, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. I felt my arousal building again, my cock hard once more, as I watched the boy reach over and start fondling the man's balls as he fucked the girl.
The girl's ethereal cries were getting louder and more intense, and her hips began to move in short, rapid movements. The bed was creaking loudly, the sound growing more frantic as she approached her climax.
The boy's small hand was busy cupping the man's balls, his free hand started stroking his own cock which was starting to harden.
"Oh God, oh God," the girl cried out, her body rocking against the man's as her orgasm overtook her. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her face flushed and her body shuddering with pleasure.
Then the man tensed and grunted, his body tensing as he emptied his load deep inside the girl. The boy squeezed his balls, with the jolt of pain forcing the last drop of his cum onto the girl's flat belly.
The girl collapsed onto the man's chest as her orgasm subsided. He smiled and nuzzled her neck, then kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.
I stood there, watching them, my cock in hand and my breathing slowing. When the girl rolled off of the man's waist, the boy moved over and curled up next to the her, his arm around her, his head resting on her shoulder. The man's cum dripping from her hairless pussy, which was still gaping open.
I suddenly felt very alone. The boy was lying next to the girl, the man was holding them both tight, their bodies pressed together, and they were all so entwined in each other's arms, their bodies seeming to fit together perfectly.
As I turned to leave, the boy looked at me, moved away from the girl and man's embrace, and said, "Sleep," as he patted the space on the bed between him and the girl. It was an invitation and a command that I was unable to refuse.
I climbed into the bed, the boy scooting closer and spooning up behind me. The girl moved a little to make room for my torso. Her ass was pressed up against me, and I reached over and wrapped my arm around her, my hand cupping her developing breast.
The boy snuggled up behind me, his arm around my waist, my arm under the girls, my hand moving down from her breast to stroke her flat stomach. His small hand reached around me, his fingers finding my hard cock, stroking it as he rested his head on my shoulder.
They fell asleep quickly, their breathing slowing and becoming deep. The boy's finger slid up and down my shaft, gently caressing it, until I too was asleep.
I woke up to a raging hard-on, my cock straining against the little girl's ass. I slowly started moving my hips, stroking it along the crack of the girls' behind. The sensation of her young firm skin felt overwhelming on my hard cock. It had been a while since I had last been this physically intimate with another person and I was desperate for release.
I picked up the pace, my strokes faster and more urgent. I was grunting with pleasure, my body tensing, the pleasure building until I let out a loud cry and shot my load between her ass and back and my chest. As the last drops from my cock oozed out, I felt the boy's hand reach over around me to scoop up what he could, and I watched as he brought his cum covered hand up to the man's mouth, who was leaning up watching what was happening. The man savored the salty taste on his tongue before laying back down. We all drifted back off to sleep, my hand cupping the girl's breast, and the boy's small stiff cock poking into my butt.
What might have been a couple minutes or maybe a couple days later, I woke up with a start. I was still lying between the girl and the boy. His hand now on my cock and his hips were moving against my ass the way I had been moving against the girl earlier. "Fuck!" I muttered to myself, relishing the feel of his stiff little cock burrowing deeper into my ass crack.
My cock was still hard again, as boy's hand was stroking it. He was aiming it toward the little girl's pussy opening as he stroked it. The girl lifted her leg as she scooted back toward me, inserting the head of my cock into herself. I slid in easily because of the man's cum still in her form before, and she was soon pressed firmly back against me with my cock balls-deep in her. At the same time, I felt the boy's cock find its target and he started pressing his cock into my asshole.
We were both slowly pumping our cocks, me into the girl and him into me. The girl began to moan, her body starting to move more urgently.
I felt my orgasm building again, my balls tightening, my pleasure increasing. My thrusts were becoming more urgent, my body tensing with the approaching release.
"Fuck!" I grunted as I came, my cock jerking wildly and squirting my load deep inside the girl's pussy. The boy started to cum a second later, his cock pulsing in my ass, shooting his cum inside me. We all groaned and shuddered with the force of our orgasms.
Eventually, we all drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew I woke up to the sound of a beautiful gothic music. A beautiful voice was softly singing a song that sounded like it was from a long time ago. The boy was up, standing over my head. He squatted down and said "Open," as he placed his cock in my mouth. He must have been up for a while and had bathed because his cock tasted clean, so I started sucking him off.
The man was laying on his back next to us, and the girl had her pussy planted onto his mouth. He had his hands on her ass cheeks, moving dripping pussy across his lips.
The boy's cock was growing hard again, and he pushed it deeper. It wasn't long enough to go into my throat, but hit felt good moving along my tongue. He took it out of my mouth and stood up to put it to the girls' mouth and she sucked it for a bit then he crouched down again and put it back in my mouth. The boy and girl began to kiss and explore each other's mouths with their tongues as the man and I orally attended to their genitals.
A few minutes later the girl was violently rocking her hips against the man's face. The boy's cock became more solid in my mouth, and he began to fuck my face harder. I knew that he would be cumming at any moment. I moaned as I felt the underside of his cock start pulsing against my tongue, and then I felt the warm cum in my mouth and tasted his sweet cum for the second time.
As the last spurts of the boy's cum were deposited into my mouth, I heard the girl start to giggle. She rolled off the man's head, and the boy withdrew his cock from my mouth. The next thing I knew, the man's tongue was probing my mouth, searching for remnants of the boy's cum. I could taste the little girl's immature pussy on his lips, and couldn't wait to sample some directly from the source.
As the man released me, I looked next to us to see the boy and girl were fucking doggy style. As the man moved behind the boy and started rimming his ass, I scooted under the girl and started licking her snatch as the boy's cock slid in and out of it. I was able to lick the full length of where they joined, from her clit down her hairless slit to where the boy entered her, and on down his shaft to his not fully developed smooth balls.
I could taste the boy's pre-cum and the girls pussy juices as they fucked over my face. As their pace quickened, it was more difficult to keep stroking them with my tongue, so I just stuck it out and allowed them to move back and forth across it as their juices dripped into my mouth. Finally, with a couple firm jabs, the boy came in the girl as deeply as he could, then slid his cock out across my face.
The girl sat down onto my mouth and I saw the boy turn and say, "Clean" as he feed his cock to the man. I probed the girl's tiny pussy as deeply as I could with my tongue, scooping out as much cum as I could. I wasn't sure if I was doing it because I wanted to do it (which I definitely did want) or if the boy's quiet command was compelling me to do so. After me and the man thoroughly cleaned the children of their fuck juices, we all fell asleep as the storm raged outside.
Some time later, I woke up to the sound of a bell. It was a loud peal that seemed to echo through the house. It was a deep, reverberating sound that made me feel like I was underwater. The light from the candles was golden, and the room felt warm and cozy.
I was still in the bed, and the man was still laying there next to me, but the children were gone. I got up and went to the door, but it was locked. I heard the man say, "It won't do any good. You can't leave." I turned to him angerly and said, "You had better let me go, right now!" He chuckled and replied, "I would if I could, but I can't leave either. A week ago, my wife and I were out driving when a storm rolled in. Our car broke down not far from here and we came in hoping to find a phone to call a tow truck. We've been trapped here since. Sometimes together, sometimes not, sometimes with one or both of the kids you saw. And no matter how much we try not to, we always end up fucking and sucking until we fall asleep, then when we wake up we might still be with the same people or it might be with a different combination of people and the cycle of uncontrolled sex starts again."
"We don't know who is doing it, or how, or why," he continued, "All we know is that it's easier to just do it and feel pleasure because if we don't we get violently sick. It doesn't matter who the other person is, or what your sexual preferences are, or if you find it morally objectionable, if you just give in to the lust it all feels natural and extremely pleasurable." "So far, I don't think I've done anything that I wouldn't have done anyway," I told him. "Well," he said, "before my wife and I came here, we would've never thought of touching children so young in a sexual way, and I had never touched another man before beyond a pat on the back." "I hadn't either," I told him, "but everything I did felt so natural as it was happening that I feel that I'd do it all again without being forced."
"I didn't exactly say we were forced. It was more like we were compelled with suggestions in our heads. It's like the feelings were already somewhere inside us, and this place just unlocks those deeply buried wants and needs," he explained. After a thoughtful pause he went on, "Speaking of which, I loved the taste of your cum that Johnny fed me last night. I wouldn't mind having some more, and from the looks of how hard your cock started getting when I mentioned it, I don't think you'd mind giving me some." He then closed the gap between us, dropped to his knees, and enveloped my hardening cock in one gulp.
His mouth felt wonderful on my cock, and when he moved his hand up between my legs and started wiggling his finger into my ass, I thought I might faint. I put my hand on his shoulder for support, then after another couple moments of the exquisite blowjob, I used it to remove him from my cock before I came. I offered my hand to him, and pulled him to his feet, then gave him a quick kiss and led him over to the bed, where we laid down in a 69 and started sucking each other. When he started working his finger back up into my ass, I did the same to him. Quicker than I'd have liked, I was swallowing his cum and he was swallowing mine. As I drifted off to sleep with his softening cock still in my mouth, I saw the door open and a woman enter, but I was too tired to keep my eyes open any longer.
When I opened my eyes again, the man was gone, and the woman was sitting at the table across the room. There were several plates of fruits, vegetables, and types of meat laid out on the table. When the woman noticed me moving, she said, "You're finally awake. You've been out longer than most. You're not used to this much sex, are you?" "No," I said, as I sat up in the bed. "Well, come eat," she told me, "You'll need to keep your energy up. I'm Anna, and I saw that you already met my husband Marcus. He said that you've also met Johnny and Alice. What's your name?" "Phil," I replied, as I got up from the bed and went over to the table.
As I approached the table, I saw that Anna's hand was moving back and forth under the table, but I couldn't see what she was doing. When I sat down, her hand came out from under the table holding a cucumber. The half of it not covered by her hand was shiny. She smiled and said, "Sorry, you were sleeping and I couldn't wait." She then put the cucumber on her plate and sliced it up and started eating it as I watched her. She paused and looked over at me and said, "I'm sorry. I forgot my manners. Do you want some?" Then lifted her plate over toward me, offering me some of the cucumber that she had been fucking herself with.
I quickly regained my senses, smiled, told her, "Thank you," and picked up a piece of cucumber. I brought it to my face, sniffed it, then slid it into my mouth. "Excellent dressing," I smiled, "My compliments to the chef." We both chuckled at that, then started eating.
After eating, she said, "So, Phil, care for some desert?" Then hopped up onto the table, sliding the dishes to the side, and sat in front of me with her legs spread. She then reach her hand around the back of my neck and guided my mouth down to her open pussy. "Mmm," she moaned, "Cucumbers are filling, but flesh and blood is always so much more satisfying." My belly might have been full, but as they say, there's always room for desert. I ate her to three organisms and then she laid back onto the table, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
I was as hard as a rock, and ready to stand up and drive in to her, no matter if she was asleep or not, in order to take care of my need, when Johnny appeared next to me and said "No." My erection immediately wilted. I didn't see Johnny come through the door, but I had been busy between Anna's legs eating her pussy. It's not like he can walk through walls or just appear, right?
He took my hand and led me over to the bed. I laid down, and he crawled up and cuddled against me with his arm across my chest and his leg over my thigh rubbing against my soft cock. He leaned up and kissed me and said, "Sleep," then laid his head on my chest as I drifted off. I didn't know what this place was, or if I was ever going to leave, but I knew that for now I didn't want to be anywhere else but here.
When I woke up the next morning, I found Anna in the kitchen, washing dishes. The normalcy of it seemed both weird and refreshing after what I'd been through over the past couple of days. Maybe weeks. Time didn't seem to work right here. I stood beside her and as she rinsed them off, I dried them and stacked them on the counter. At first, we didn't speak, but after a bit she asked, "When you woke up yesterday, I bet you thought you were going crazy. You seem to have adjusted a lot faster than I did when Marcus and I stumbled on this place back in '64." "That's more than 20 years ago," I thought to myself, then said to her, "You look great for your age." "I'm only 24. I haven't aged that much in the three years that we've been here," she said.
I looked at her with a blank stare as she offered me me the next dish for the dish and started drying it off. She stopped washing the dish she was holding and stood there staring at me, the faint scent of jasmine and something else I couldn't place coming off her skin. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "You've been here longer than you think," I told her. The candles flickered, throwing shadows across her face. "What do you mean?"
"This place..." I gestured around the room, "You've been here for more than two decades. You're 45 years old as far as the outside world is concerned." She looked down, processing what I told her, then sat the dish down that she had been washing and turned to me, stopping just a breath away. Her eyes no longer looked contemplative and now held a glint of urgency. "I'm feeling the need, do you? Like we're being drawn together by something... stronger than ourselves."
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. What could I say? It was like the moment I woke up in that bed next to Marcus, the feeling had simply taken over. Like a floodgate opening, releasing a torrent of desire I hadn't known existed. A desire that stretched beyond the usual boundaries, encompassing everyone here in a tangled web of need. "Yeah," I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.
She let out a low, almost choked laugh, her hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from my forehead. The touch sent shivers down my spine. "It's madness, isn't it?" she murmured. "A feast of flesh, every night." She looked down at the dish I was drying, then back up at me. "But a feast nonetheless." Her smile was bittersweet, tinged with a melancholy I couldn't decipher.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched taut, thick with unspoken desires and a shared understanding that transcended words. Then Anna leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before sliding her hand down to my waist. "Let's go lie down," she whispered, her voice husky. "I think I want to taste you again."
I laid the dried dish down on the stack and followed her willingly, my pulse quickening as she led me toward the bed. Her touch was a familiar comfort amidst the strangeness of this place, this endless cycle of need and gratification. As I settled beside her, her body a warm pressure against mine, I realized with a sinking certainty that the perception of time might be the least of our worries.
Maybe it wasn't the my new knowledge of her age, or even the insatiable hunger for each other's bodies, that bothered me the most. Maybe it was the stillness of the house between the storms. The way the sunlight seemed to struggle to penetrate the dust motes that danced in the air like phantoms. Time wasn't measured in days here - it was measured only by cycles of lust, intertwined flesh, and release.
The constant hum of our interconnected desires was always a comforting background noise. There was a sort of peace that came from giving yourself over to that primal urge, from letting the walls between you crumble in the face of shared need. But now, after what seemed to be at least an hour of mindless fucking, we laid there with the storm of our desire finally passed, an unsettling quiet had descended upon us.
Anna lay beside me, her breath soft and steady against my skin. As she drifted off to sleep, Anna whispered into my ear, "I still have a tight pussy for an middle-aged slut." "Yes," I agreed, "you most certainly do." She slept naked, her body still luminous with the lingering warmth of our last coupling. Her hair, usually swept back from her face, had come loose, framing her features in a halo of dark tendrils. Even in sleep, there was a languid grace about her movements, a delicate fragility that made my heart ache.
Yet, thoughts of Johnny kept encroaching into my thoughts. A flash of lightning and the slapping sound of thunder cause me to look over at the window. He was perched in the dark on the edge of the large inset window sill, his chin resting on his knees, his features only showing with the strikes of lightning from the storm outside. I hadn't seen him when Anna and I came into the bedroom. Had he been there the whole time, watching us fuck? He didn't say anything, but I heard him in my head ask me, "Does her age matter to you? Does Alice's? Does mine?" In my mind, it all blended together as if it were a singular question with no delineation between who he was asking about. His usual vibrant energy seemed muted, replaced by a contemplative stillness that was almost unsettling. "I don't know how old you are," I quietly whispered aloud.
"14, but I've been here since 1902," he verbally said, "Alice and I came inside on a dare from our friends on Halloween. Alice doesn't know how long we've been here. I don't want her to know. Everyone we knew is long gone, and I don't want her to be sad. Alice will forget when she wakes up. I could tell that it was bothering her when you told her. Do you want to forget too? I can make you forget if you want, but I don't have the feeling from you that the time we've been here or our ages bother you." "No," I quickly said, "I want to remember. Neither your real ages nor your perceived ages bother me the way it did when I first got here."
"Can I tell me," I followed up, "how long have I been here? How many times have I forgotten things?" "Almost a year," he told me, "and you haven't forgotten much. The day to day routines and constant sex quickly starts blending together." "Am I still alive? Are any of us still alive?" I asked. There was another sharp clap of thunder with a flash of lightening that lit up the room, and Johnny was no longer there. I could no longer keep my eyes open, and drifted off to sleep as I thought about what secrets this mansion holds.
My next conscious though was wondering who the small tongue that was sliding back and forth on my balls belonged to, as I stirred awake. I laid there, enjoying the feeling, and listening to the unmistakable sounds of sex nearby becoming clearer as I woke up more. When I eventually opened my eyes, Marcus and Anna were next to me, in a 69. I watched his ass clench as he thrust downward, driving his cock into her throat, less than two feet away from my face. She had her knees up and spread, with his hands gripping her ass cheeks and his face buried in her crotch, eating the cum that I had fucked into her before we had fallen asleep.
I lifted my head and looked down my body, to see Alice on all fours licking my balls and taint, as Johnny knelt behind her fucking her doggy style. When Johnny saw that my eyes were open, he gave me a wink and started fucking his little sister harder. After several hard thrusts, he stopped, planted firmly in her, and I could see on his face that he was filling her with his cum. After he finished, he pulled out, and told his sister to get on top of me the way Marcus was on Anna. Alice started spinning her body around, while keeping her mouth in contact with my balls. Once she was over me, she tried to back up so that her pussy was over my mouth, but with our size difference, it was only half-way up my chest. She finally told her brother, "I can't reach." And he told her to back up and sit on my face and he'd take over for her.
As I looked downward, I saw her tiny pussy moving closer to my face as she scooched up backward. A drop of her brother's fresh load of cum dangling from her smooth mons. As I felt her pussy make contact with my lips, I felt my cock being consumed to the root. I swiped my tongue up the cleft of her sex, tasting her brother's cream and her tasty juices. I used the tip of my tongue to push upward, into her, to scoop out more incestuous fluids out of her. The entrance was so small and tight, I couldn't get my tongue very far inside. I don't know how she was able to fit Johnny's cock into such a small hole, let alone Marcus' and mine, but she had. And, as if to prove my thought into action, I felt a hefty slab of meat slap me on the forehead, and then felt Alice's body being maneuvered down against my chest and stomach.
My tongue dislodged from her hole and I focused on her itty bitty clit as I felt Marcus' cock move down over my nose and up against Alice's ass. He put his hands over mine, that were firmly gripping her hips. He steadily pushed the head of his enormous cock against the miniscule opening of her pussy. It mushed against it, bent, and then slid downward over my lips. He pulled back some, lined his dick with its target, and pressed forward again. It took several attempts, but finally, I could see the little opening start to give way and expand as his cock slowly started its way inside her. I thought she was going to rip in half as I watched her stretch around the flare of his cock head. There was an almost auditable pop as ring of her vaginal opening enveloped the widest part of the head and instantly closed tight around his shaft. An inch from my eyes, I watched this seemingly impossible sight of such a large object disappearing into such a small opening.
Once he was in a couple inches, he started pulling back, and as he did, some of Johnny's cum was pulled out along his cock. Then, when he pushed back in the globs of cum caught on the tight ring of her pussy and slid down to her clit, over my tongue, and into my mouth. Every time he moved further into her, his large cock displaced more of Johnny's cum, which forced more to come out. As he made his way into her, I had to close my eyes because his balls were rubbing across them, and after a couple more thrusts forward, they were on my nose, and when I looked up I could see his taint. I continued to lick her clit, the tight ring of her opening sealed around his cock, and his shaft.
Once he got all of his cock into her, he started pounding her forcefully. With more force than a what I thought a girl her size could take, but she not only took it, she yelled for him to fuck her faster and harder. It wasn't very long until I saw Marcus' balls tightening up against his body and knew his climax was approaching. Then his balls started jerking up as I watched the tube on the underside of his cock pulse ropes of his cum into Alice's depths. There wasn't enough room in her small vagina to hold it, and it started squishing out between the shaft of his cock and the tight grip her pussy had on it. After he finally stopped, Marcus began to pull his cock slowly out of her pussy, leaving a trail of cum running down her thighs, and I was looking up into her once tiny little hole that was now gaping open the size of a quarter. I drank up everything I could as it poured out of her, and when it was no longer freely gushing out of her, I pulled her abused pussy down onto my mouth as suctioned up the rest, while taking advantage of her now dilated hole to slide my tongue much deeper into her than I could before he had opened her up.
I was so lost in my senses of sight and taste and smell that I'd almost forgotten about my sense of feel as Johnny's mouth did full deep strokes on my cock. I was so overwhelmed with sensory overload that I started shooting my cum down his throat his throat without any warning. It was an out-of-body experience to be tongue fucking a little girl while her barely teenage brother swallowed my load. If I were religious, I would've thought I had died and was now in heaven. As my organism ebbed, I could feel myself slipping into the now familiar drowsy state of that happens every time one of us came. I could already feel Alice's body was laying limp on top of me, with her head resting on my stomach and her pussy mound on my face. As I fell asleep with her tiny little smooth twat mushed against my mouth, I hoped that whatever his place was that I'd be able to be here forever.
The next morning, I woke up to find Marcus and Anna cuddled together. Marcus was sleeping on his back, Anna had her head on his chest, lying on top of him. Alice was no longer on top of me, and was now nestled in close to her brother Johnny. The children were sleeping on their side, facing Marcus and Anna and away from me, with Alice spooning Johnny's back. Marcus was holding Johnny's penis, fondling it in his sleep. I guess that even in our sleep, our sex drives were beyond normal. My cock was throbbing, and I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand down and began stroking my hard cock, watching the man unknowingly masturbate the unconscious boy.
I reached over and slid my other hand up and down Alice's ass. It felt so soft and smooth. It was difficult to come to terms with how someone that seemed so innocent could actually be more than a century old and had so recently been begging to be fucked harder. The small girl I was seeing with my eyes and feeling with my hand didn't equate with what I had witnessed her doing. I curved my hand over her ass, down into the crack, and between her legs. Her little pussy was still smooth and pure, but hadn't quite closed up all the way yet from where Marcus' cock had stretched it open. I slid a finger inside, and felt that she was still very slick from bother her own juices and the leftover cum of her brother and Marcus that I hadn't fully cleaned out of her before passing out.
She lifted her leg up and put it over Johnny's legs, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy to me, which I saw as an invitation. I rolled to my side, lined up my cock to the entrance of her exposed hole, and slid my cock into her easier than I thought it would be. She was still extremely tight, but so slick from the previous fuckings that there was no resistance to my invading cock to her innermost depths. Once I was seated inside her, I felt her start slowly grinding her perfect little ass in circles as she pushed back against me in her sleep. As I lay there, slowly sliding in and out of her, feeling her pussy ripple along my cock shaft, I felt longing, and I suppose the beginning of a fatherly love, for her. It wasn't the animalistic deep craving for raw sex. Maybe because I was still somewhat sated by my earlier massive mind-bending cum, or maybe it was because Johnny was asleep. I wasn't sure which, and I didn't care. I didn't even necessarily care about reaching a climax, All I cared about in the moment was the feel of her soft form against me and the casualness of our leisurely coupling, as if we were meant to be joined.
We had been laying there, lazily feeling each other inside and out, feeding on the minute sensations of our bodies moving together. It was a dream-like state, yet acutely aware of everything around me. I was at peace, laying there embedded in Alice, with my arm draped over her and her brother, holding them against my chest. I heard Johnny moan. Marcus' ministrations on his cock must be getting to him. As Johnny's moans became more pronounced, I could feel the heat in Alice's pussy increasing on my cock. Her grinding ass was getting less leisurely and more purposeful. I found my thrusts into her becoming more forceful and staccato instead of the slow sliding in and out that I had been doing. I also found myself pinching Johnny's nipple with my hand that had been laying over his chest without realizing I had started doing it. As Johnny's groans became grunts, I saw Anna move down Marcus' body and envelop his hard cock into her mouth and start bobbing up and down. I was now aggressively fucking Alice to the tempo of Johnny's grunts. Alice was whimpering as I rammed into her. When Johnny blew his load over Marcus and Anna, Marcus fed his cum to his wife, and I emptied my balls into Alice. As soon as everyone came, I felt Alice drift back off to sleep, and saw that Anna's eyes were closed as her head laid on Marcus' lower abdomen and she was suckling on the head of his cock like a pacifier.
Johnny rolled over onto his back, sat up on his elbows, and looked at me with a smile. "I felt what you felt," he said. "I don't understand," I replied. "In my sleep, I could sense how you were feeling about Alice, and somewhat about me. It wasn't just about fucking a little girl, like how Marcus feels when he's having sex with her. You have feelings for her. It wasn't even lustful feelings," he sighed, "it was paternal." "I wish I had a little girl of my own that I could feel this close to, this at one with," I told him. "I know," he said, "And she feels the same. She misses our parents. She misses the protective arms of our father and the caring caresses of our mother. She needs parents. She deserves parents." He paused, I guess to see if I had thoughts on it, but when I didn't say anything he went on, "There have been many, many men and women that have lived here with us over the past century. But none of them loved her, they all just wanted to use her. They wanted a little fuck toy at their disposal. Even the women. Other than when the lust overtook them, they had no real feelings for Alice, beyond knowing that she gave them sexual pleasure. Most people that have come here have only stayed for a couple weeks or months, but once I've found that they are incapable of actually caring for Alice, I have them leave. I would've sent Marcus away ages ago, but I thought Anna had potential, so allowed him to stay a lot longer than I should've. All he cares about is unloading in Alice, but he has no feelings for her whatsoever. I now see, through you over your two years here, that my hopes that Anna would love Alice if I gave her enough time was unrealistic. She sees Alice as a friend . . . a sister at best. She'll never see Alice through parental eyes." "Two years?" I thought, as my eyes closed and I fell asleep.
When I woke up again I was laying in bed naked and alone and there was bright daylight coming through the windows. I didn't see that very often. I was usually stormy outside. I made my way down to the kitchen, and found Johnny sitting on the table with his legs dangling over the edge. He was naked, and there was a girl sitting on a chair in front of him, bent over sucking his cock. Alice was sitting at the table next to them, eating cereal as if nothing unusually was going on. The most distinctive things about the new girl is that she seemed young, she had blonde hair with a streaks of red and orange, and a ring in her nose. When Johnny saw me enter the room, he said, "Phil, you're up. Do you want to meat Joan?" "Hi, Joan," I said, as I got a cup to pour some coffee. "Hey, Phil," Joan said when she removed her mouth from Johnny's cock. "No," he clarified, "I meant do you want to meat Joan. Do you want to feed her your meat?" "Let me get some coffee in me first," I answered.
"Joan, would you like to sample Phil's meat while he has his coffee?" he asked Joan. Without saying anything, she got up and came toward me. I noticed that she was wearing a very short skirt, ankle boots, and a shirt that only covered half of her belly that had "Class of 2000" on it. Her lipstick was black, but smeared, and her nails were hot red. "Clash fan?" I asked her. "Who?" she asked questioningly. "The band, The Clash. You a fan?" I elaborated. "Never heard of them," she said as she dropped to her knees in front of me, "I'm a Manson fan." "The serial killer?" I asked, more than a bit worried. "The rock band, Marilyn Manson. How old are you?" she asked as she slurped my flaccid dick into her mouth. "I don't know anymore," I honestly told her.
She was reviving my cock with her mouth with fine skill, as I stood there leaning against the counter for support. Johnny jumped down off the table and came over to us. He got behind her on his knees, lined his cock up, and started fucking her. It was then that I realized that she wasn't wearing panties. "Her pussy is almost as smooth as Alice," Johnny said. "From the other girls, I know you prefer the younger ones," he added. "What other girls?" I asked him. "The ones after Markus and Anna left," he replied. "When did they leave? How many other girls?" I asked. "They left about ten years ago. There have been fourteen women and girls that have visited us since then. Joan wondered in about an hour ago," Johnny answered. "How old is she?" I questioned. "She said that she was on her way home from her graduation party when she ran out of gas, so I'd guess around 18 or 19. I'd ask her, but her mouth is full," he smiled.
By then, I was fully hard, and had the hand that wasn't holding my coffee resting on her head, guiding her back and forth on my cock. Alice had finished her cereal and brought her bowl over and put it in the sink. She then turned to me and asked, "No morning kiss, daddy?" "Sorry, honey," I said as I leaned down to kiss her, wondering when she started calling me "daddy". As I went to kiss her on the cheek, she turned my head and kissed me firmly on the lips and slid her tongue into my mouth. After a solid minute of passionate kissing, she released me and said, "Stop acting so weird, daddy. I'm already giving up my morning load of cum from you." She looked at Joan and said, "She better share when you feed her your cum." "I'm sure she will," I told her, and gave her another kiss.
It was getting uncomfortable bending over kissing April. I broke the kiss and sat what was left of my coffee on the counter and said, "How about we take this to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?" Johnny grunted, "I'm almost done. Just another . . . " as he gripped her hips tightly and slammed fully into her one last time and started unloading into her depths. Once Johnny was finished, I guided Joan's head back and off of my spit-slick cock. It hit her on the bottom of the nose as it sprung free from her mouth, which caused her to giggle. The sound of her giggle sounded brilliant. I took her hand and helped her stand, then led her into the bedroom, followed by April and Johnny. I laid down in the middle of the bed and told Joan to crawl up on me in a 69, but take her clothes off first. She began by removing her boots. Then, she lowering her short skirt. Her pussy was pink and smooth and looked delicious. And finally, her "Class of 2000" shirt. Her tits were smaller than Anna's but more than a handful, and she had metal bars through her nipples.
Once she was naked, she crawled over me on the bed and sat her pussy onto my face, then leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. I began running my tongue through her folds, collecting her juices and Johnny's cum from their fuck. Once I had the outer areas clean, I concentrated on her clit. As I ran my tongue over it, I felt something hard. I enveloped the upper part of her pussy with my mouth and started exploring more thoroughly with the tip of my tongue. There was a small metal bar going through the root of her clitoris that had been hidden by the folds of her pussy earlier. Every time I flicked it with my tongue, she twitched like she was receiving an electrical shock. I kept flicking, and she kept twitching. I started to feel some of the cum that was deposited deep inside her start to coat my chin as she rubbed her pussy against my face, so I moved my mouth to where I was french kissing her pussy and scooping out everything I could find as I licked her insides.