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Deak

Now it's Deak's turn to cum.

Grabbing hold of her bum, he starts to plunge into her hard.

Finally, unable to take anymore, he rolls themselves over so that she is underneath and groaning his lust, he starts to plow into her with fast, hard thrusts. Again and again, he lunges into her, the bed once again creaking noisely, the headboard banging against the wall.

The sweat start to pour from his body as he feels his loins starting to tingle, his stepmother crying out underneath him, her fingernails digging in deep into his back.

Then with one hard thrust, he buries himself inside her and the fireworks explodes in his head as he starts to shoot...

 

[Moneytalks]

Marie Taylor

"Nooooooo!" Marie wails coming slowly to her senses. She feels him. She actually feels his organ pumping fluid into her womb.

She sobs desperately. Her hands clawing at his back in a pathetic attempt to dislodge him. To stop him.

She groans feeling the hot fluid inside her.

Her own body trembles weakly.

Despite the shock of what she has just done. She cannot deny the feeling of warm contented... almost bliss? That her body is feeling.

Still... as with all orgasms the feeling fades... leaving her feeling hollow and dirty. She has just committed the worst sin against her husband. She has bedded another man. Her husbands own flesh and blood she has bedded.

She cries silent tears as the enormity of what she has just done envelopes her. She feels the heavy weight of Deacon's body now resting on her. His thick organ even now embedded deep inside her as if plugging her up to hold his semen.

She starts to push at him. Tries to push him away from her.

"Please Deacon... no... no..." what she is saying no to she is not even sure of any more. Only that she must wash... must wash all traces of what has just happened from her body.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Finally sated, the boy slides out and off his stepmother.

Laying back, he looks, with satisfaction, at the state of his 'mother'. Her body glistening with sweat, her breasts tender through his handling, her nipples still engorged, her sore looking cunt leaking their combined juices.

He wonders if he has knocked her up.

"Oh Deacon. What have we done? What have I done?" she cries as she quickly raises from the bed, wincing as she stands up...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette

Much to Bette’s delight, John stayed right where he was. In fact, he worked even faster, licking and nuzzling her until she felt as if the top of her head might come off. Her fingers and toes curled and uncurled and her tummy tightened in anticipation of ecstasy.

She groaned and arched her back, silently offering herself to him. His tongue swiped and flickered at her most sensitive flesh, again and again, until the dam burst inside her and she cried out. Her body seemed to dissolve as the pleasure coursed through her. She grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, whimpering and calling John’s name over and over until the last tremors faded away. A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips as her body relaxed.

John remained between her legs for another moment, smiling up at her blissful expression, then moved up to lie beside her. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep. After a few moments, however, her eyelids fluttered open and she turned to him.

“Oh my goodness, John,” she murmured. A faint flush still clung to her face and neck. “You were wonderful.”

He smiled, looking very pleased with himself. “You’re quite a lady, Bette.”

She turned onto her side to face him, then reached out and idly stroked his chest. “And you’re quite a man. Nobody’s ever pleased me the way you do.”

He chuckled. “Remember the first time I suggested that? I thought you were going to hit me with an ashtray!”

She laughed softly. “I remember.” She had nearly fainted from shock and disgust the first time he had suggested pleasing her that way. Kiss her there? She had never heard of such a practice. “Trust me, you will love it,” he’d said, giving her the smile that she knew and loved so well. It was the smile rather than his assurance that had melted her resistance. She had trusted him, and he was right – she had loved it. Over the years she’d had other lovers who possessed varying degrees of skill, but none of them had ever matched John’s expertise and attentiveness.

Her fingers lazily trailed down his chest to his abdomen, then moved lower and lightly brushed his stiff penis. He caught his breath, then uttered a little groan as she toyed with him. “Careful, Bette. You don’t want me to, uh…”

She laughed again. “You’re right, I don’t.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Their arms went around each other as the kiss deepened. Then somehow she ended up on her back and he was on top of her, his mouth still pressed to hers. She could smell her intimate scent on him, and it aroused her all over again.

Her lips opened to welcome his tongue, while her legs opened to accept that other part of him.

 

[Moneytalks]

Marie Taylor

Marie glanced over at Deak and saw his look of contentment and that look made her stomach clench even more. She didn't look at him again, she couldn't. She silently gathered her clothes from the floor and without another word she left his room.

As she walked down the hallway and into the bathroom she began to shake. It was a small tremor at first followed by severe chattering of her teeth and limbs as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She leaned against the door and let the clothing in her arms fall to the floor. Then her legs gave way as she sunk into a crumpled heap beside them.

She sobbed. She sobbed like her heart was breaking.

Finally when she hadn't the energy or the tears to continue she dragged herself over to the bath. It still contained the now cooled water she had drawn to bathe Deak. She shuddered. No, she couldn't think about that now. She had to wash. She pulled the plug and watched the water level drop as the dirty bathwater disappeared down the drain. It gurgled as it fled and she suddenly wished she could go with it. Disappear.

Finally the bath was empty and with a visible wince of pain she stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. The sharp spray hit her hard and cold making her gasp, but she didn't move. As if she were punishing herself for her crime. She stood there rigidly taking the blast of water and silently willing it to wash away her concience.

She grabbed up the wash cloth she used and soaped it up vigorously. Then she started scrubbing. She scrubbed at the slick slimy spendings that even now dribbled down her inner thighs. Again she was overwhelmed by what she had done but now the tears dissolved in the spray of water that engulfed her as she rubbed at herself with a desparation of one who felt incredibly guilty.

 

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Deak

He watches his stepmother leave the room, a look on anguish on her face.

Hearing her enter the bathroom, he lays back on the bed.

Later, he will go and apologise to her and act the guilt ridden son. But now, he's going to relish this feeling of satisfaction. Not only has he managed to seduce his prim and proper stepmother and give her a fucking she won't ever forget, but that he has got one over his father as well. And if she's now pregnant, well...

Feeling his eyes getting heavy, he slowly drifts off to sleep...

 

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Frank Jnr

They wait at the door, waiting for Claire to answer it.

He looks at Maisy and sees her shaking, her eyes glazed, lost in thought. Taking off his jacket which has long since dried, he carefully puts around Maisy's shoulders...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

Maisy hadn't realised she was shaking until she felt the heavy jacket being placed around her shoulders.

Frankie... she looked up at him and smiled softly. Her eyes searching his face as if trying to somehow make sense of what was happening, and perhaps, perhaps also to memorize his face once more.

Unbidden she recalled how easily a person's face was forgotten. Oh, you didn't forget the general sense of them, you could recall the way they laughed if you thought about it, and moments when they said or did something that stood out in your mind as being part of them, but already with so many boys gone, she had trouble recalling their actual faces.

It scared her. This sense of something missing.

She slipped her arm through Frank's and gave him a silent hug.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

Frank feels Maisy drawing closer to him and gently kisses the back of her head as he hugs her back. Neither of them saying a word.

Something wet drop on his nose.

Looking up into the sky, he feels more drops land on his face as it starts to rain...

 

[Moneytalks]

Marie Taylor

After scrubbing herself until her skin tingles and glows a dark pink she finally steps from the shower. She feels suddenly tired. Wrapping herself in a towel and collecting her clothes she hurries back to her room. Glancing nervously at Deak's closed bedroom door as she passes it.

In the relative safety of her bedroom, the room she shares with her husband she finds new under garmets in her bureau and slips them on. Her hands shake slightly as she pulls on her panties. Even now she is throbbing between her legs from the violent coupling she experienced, a persistent reminder. Steadfastly refusing to linger on those thoughts she finds a clean dress in her wadrobe and slips it on just as she checks the clock.

6pm. Something is trying to make itself known in her mind.

The service men coming to dinner.

She had volunteered to feed two service men from the Quincy, to give them a bit of home cooking as they took a well deserved short leave from the war. Mortified she smoothed her hair back as best she could and put on her apron. Rushing downstairs she quickly pulled out the vegetables and the meatloaf she had prepared earlier that day. She put the meatloaf into the oven and slammed it shut turning it on and hoping that it would be done in time. Then she started boiling some water for the vegetables.

Her mind now too busy to dwell on what she had done.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I lift my head from Gramps' knee, and notice the sun sinking low. I look up at Gramps, and smile.

"Guess I'll get dinner started. Looks like it will be just you and me tonight."

I stumbled my way into the kitchen, and started to get some basic things together. With Jack gone, dinner would be light. I'd bring home some left over cake and cookies from the USO club for Gramps later.

Setting out dinner, we eat in relative silence. My thoughts a million miles away, and Gramps respecting that from me. After dinner, I cleaned up and put things away as Gramps listened to the radio.

I went up stairs to my room. Time to get ready. Gramps didn't think I should go, but I knew that staying home would just drive me nuts. I freshen up my make up, and brush my hair until it shines. Picking out a dark green dress that had probably seen better days but the style was very flattering to my figure. Slipping on my best pair of shoes, I lamented over the fact that my car was still at the diner and I would have to walk. Trying to keep shoes new looking was going to be difficult - what with getting new pairs being so difficult!

Going downstairs, I playfully model for Gramps, who goes along willingly with the game. However, when I kiss him good-bye, his squeeze on my upper arms tells me of his concern.

"Don't worry, Gramps, I'll be OK. It will be a distraction. And Jack should be along for your nightly game as usual."

Picking up my purse, I walk out of the house, and down to the bustop. Taking the bus to the USO Club, I find I'm slightly early, but there are plenty of women setting up. Getting to work, I help make coffee and set out the cakes and cookies - all the while feeling the other women's looks of sympathy boring through my back.

I wonder if the Colonel Thor will be here tonight, and find myself thinking more and more about him.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/ritaplaid.jpg
Back at the office after dropping Jack at Patterson's, Toni finished making the few phone calls that were left. Maggie hadn't returned after lunch. Neither had John for that matter. Must be nice, she thought... Just leave me to slave over a hot desk while they are out having fun someplace.

Looking at the watch on her wrist and then up at the clock on the wall, Toni figured she was done for the day. Quarter til five and that gave her plenty of time to pick Jack up before heading to Maggie's beach house for that drink. Lord knows she needed one. She quickly straightened her desk and locked the office before walking home to get her car.

To be continued...

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak awakes and look at the clock. It read "6.30pm".

Still feeling sticky from the fucking he has had earlier, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, he then heads downstairs.

Now to deal with his dear stepmother.

Judging from the smells and sounds coming from the kitchen, he surmises she is preparing dinner.

As quietly as possible, he enters the kitchen and sees her by the sink, preparing vegetables.

Stealing up behind her, he gently puts an arm around her and lightly kisses the nape of her neck.

"Hello, mom." he says seductively...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/ritaplaid.jpg
Toni pulled up in front of the shipyard just as the whistle blew. Perfect timing, she thought to herself as she watched for Jack to come through the gate. She didn't have to wait long before he walked over to the car and slid in beside her.

"Hiya, Doll," he murmured as he slipped his arms around her. It had been a bitch of a day and somehow just being near her made him forget most of it. Most of it. There was still that German running around Fair Harbor and he was sure that he had not heard the last from that pig Earl Talbrut either.

"Kiss me quick, Champ!" Toni said with a grin. "It's been two whole hours now." Quick to oblige, Jack lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her long and well. His voice was hoarse with desire when he pulled back asking, "Can we go someplace?"

The desire in his eyes mirrored her own as she nodded. "I think we can find somewhere to go... Then Maggie's for a quick drink and the dance. Right?"

"Uh huh," he murmured, nuzzling Toni's neck as she put the car into gear and they drove away.

 

[faith]

time stops.....

I had been so confident. I could handle anything this monster dished out. I have lived with a monster most of my life. What a fool I’ve been. Compared to this man, Andrew had been nothing but a simple bully. I don’t think there is a place on or in my body that doesn’t hurt. How long had we been alone? Minutes? Hours? Days? I lost track of time.

So many questions that I had no answers for.
” Guard schedules?”
“ I don’t know”
Docking information?
“ I don’t know.”
My world would explode. Dear God…the pain. All that I was aware of was the sound of his laughter. I knew I was going to die. His eyes were soulless, the pleasure he found by inflicting pain was beyond human comprehension. Nothing would stop him until there was nothing left of me.

Then it happened, the pain was gone. Sound became silence. It was as if I was a voyeur. Standing there, seeing everything. It was no longer happening to me…

There they lay. His body was surging into hers. His members covered in her blood. Bruised covering her breast and abdomen. Bite marks seeping blood around her nipples. His eyes showed such intense pleasure. Her eyes were blank. I couldn’t help thinking what a coward she is. If it were me, I would be fighting him. I would never let that happen to me. Why would anyone even want to save her? Not me. I was walking away. She was so pathetic. Then it happened, her eyes met mine. In that look was such understanding…walk away she was saying. Find peace for your soul. A choice: I was being given a choice. As tears filled my eyes, I knew I couldn’t walk away…She needs me. She needs my strength.

Oh God… The laughter…The pain…I felt the tears overflowing but I would not die easily. I would not let this bastard win…

 

[ariosto]

As the car tooled out of town, Jack commented on the light traffic they were passing through.

"The cars are getting fewer and fewer Honey. No gas, no tires."

Jack looked out the window again...it had been over three years since he'd driven anything but the prison tractor. The war was gradually changing everything.

He looked over at Toni and a warm rush came over him. She was his security, she was the safe harbor he'd looked for since he'd been on his own.
He moved next to her and threw his arm over her shoulders.
He kissed her just behind her ear. The car swerved...

"Watch out now Jackie...can't bust this one, there'll be no more for the duration.....
Kiss me again."

He did, and added a hand sliding slowly up her thigh.

Toni tried to concentrate as best she could, The east coast highway down to the beaches was narrow and twisting but Jack's warm tongue lapping into her ear and his fingers straying far north of her hemline wern't making it easy.

"How much farther Toni, I'm gonna make you stop in a minute and climb in the backseat!"

She grinned and put a very warm hand right where it counted.
"Hang on lover boy." She said with a squeeze, "We're almost there."

 

[Tornado]

Oberleutnant Hermann Weiler

For hours, Weiler kept at her. Maggie, such a sweet name, such a sweet body. The Nazi had enjoyed questioning her. The knife had sliced so cleanly into her pure white skin, working its way into her sensitive places. Small cuts on her neck, breasts, and thighs. He could still taste the metallic tang of her sweet blood on his tongue. It did not take long before he stopped asking questions and he just hurt her. The look in her eyes, the quiet acceptance, inflamed his body.

His control snapped and he ripped her remaining clothes from the beaten woman's body. Weiler stripped slowly, enjoying watching her face, watching the recognition play across her features. She knew what he was about to do to her, that she would be raped by him, and there was not a single thing she could do to stop it.

"I enjoy your fear so very much, Maggie. It is almost as sweet as the taste of your blood. You have done your best to answer my questions and now I will give you your reward," he said as he slammed his cock into her, fighting through the resistance of her dry cunt. His thrusts were brutal, born of long pent-up need. Maggie's only resistance was a soft moan. He mauled her breast with his right hand, the blood oozing out of the still fresh cuts. The raspy pull of her dry passage was driving him quickly to a painful but much needed release.

There was no way he could have heard the approaching car.

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

Earl drove steadily, his lights on low beam in the twilight. Becker's car was several hundred yards ahead of him, working its way down to the beach. They had passed him as they drove from the diner, he and Toni Moore. Earl had been on his way back from the hospital. His search for Maggie hadn't been fruitful, and he'd been ready to drive to the beach house when McGreevey reported that the MPs had found Sophie Kelly. Earl had looked at her lying in the bed, tubes in her arm and down her throat, and felt a murderous rage building inside. But he had no direction for release. He'd driven oh-so-carefully back from the hospital, knuckles white on the wheel. And then Becker drove by.

Now they were both heading for the beach, Becker driving erratically. Either drunk or screwing around, showing off for Toni. Earl shook his head. Nice girls and bad guys. It should have been right out of a movie, but it happened too often in real life.

The little house came into view, dark against the strip of beach under the thin red line of a setting sun. Becker pulled up next to Maggie's car. Good, she was here, Earl thought. That would give him the excuse to see what Becker was up to. Why would he come out here? Maggie didn't like people knowing about this place. The car doors opened and two figures got out, and Earl slowed as he approached the drive.

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Marie Taylor

Stealing up behind her, he gently puts an arm around her and lightly kisses the nape of her neck.

"Hello, mom." he says seductively...

Marie feels herself tense up suddenly, the knife in her hand slipping. She feels the sharp pain as the knife slices into her index finger. With a cry she thrusts the bleeding digit into her mouth and moves away from Deak.

She hunts for a bandage in one of the draws and presses it to the wound as she looks over at Deak in shock.

"Deacon... please... don't do that again..." she says her voice quiet and a little shakey.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

As the first droplets of rain splatter onto them Maisy turns to Frank Jnr.

"She must be out... perhaps you'd better get me home... Mom is expecting two service men from the Quincy for dinner tonight and as it is she'll have done most of the cooking without me.

You can stay for dinner with us if you like, I'm sure Mom won't mind and she'll probably have made extra for dad anyway... he's not coming home tonight so you won't be putting us out at all"

They dash back to the relative safety of Mrs Moore's car.

"You know, it's funny how quickly things change in such a short time... why, only this morning it was all sunshine..."

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

"Yeah!" replies Frank, glad to get out of the rain.

"Can we go via my place? I need to take the car back first. Mom may need it."...

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak looks at the blood on her finger.

"Mom! You have cut yourself!" he says, sounding concerned as he turns her towards him.

Seeing that she's shaking, he takes the bandage from her hand and applies the dressing himself.

"There! That's better!" he says, when finished.

"T-thank you, Deacon." she says, unable to face him.

"No problem, Mom." lifting her face up to his. "You know that I would do anything for you." and then he brings his lips onto hers.

"N-no! Stop that!" his stepmother says, breaking away.

"It's alright, Mom." soothes the boy as he takes her into his arms. "I just want to give you a kiss. That's all." and with that, he brings their mouths back together again.

And for a moment, he feels her responding...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Sure..." she grins at him, "you know I never mind seeing your family..."



Marie Taylor

Unbelievably she felt herself almost responding to his kiss. He was so demanding, so sure of himself. For a moment she was lost. Reality soon made itself known though.

Furious at her complete lack of will she pushes Deacon away roughly.

"Stop it... just stop it! Are you trying to drive me mad? What will people think? You can't... can't... keep doing this to me... " she finally manages.

"Please let's just put this behind us, it should never have happened..." All the time wondering how she's going to get through this dinner tonight.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

Toni parked her car next to Maggie's. "Good. Looks like she's home. Come on, Babe. Let's go get that drink."

As they got out of the car, Toni looked up to see Earl Talbrut's car slowing before pulling in the drive. Jack swore under his breath. "What the hell does he want, Tone? Can't that bastard just leave me alone?"

Toni stood beside Jack and slipped her arm through his almost protectively. "Hey Earl!" she greeted the Chief as he walked toward them.

"What the hell are you doing here, Becker? What business do you have with Maggie Sinclair?"

"Calm down, Earl," Toni cajoled. "Maggie invited me over for a drink after work and said I could bring someone if I wanted. What are YOU doing here?"

It was the second time that day Toni had seen that sort of look on someone's face. The first being John Carmody. "Jesus, Earl. What happened? Look, let's not argue. Maybe it's a good thing I'm here, huh?"

Earl Talbrut grumbled something unintelligible and glared at Jack. He still didn't like that kid showing up everywhere there was bad news. "Don't try to pull any fast ones, Becker. You and I still have some unfinished business. But it can keep for just a little bit longer."

Jack blew a cloud of smoke toward the portly man before throwing the butt down on the ground and grinding it out with his boot. "Come on, Doll. I think I could use a drink, too."

Draping his arm around Toni's shoulder, the young couple, followed by Earl Talbrut stepped up onto the porch. "God this is a great looking place," Toni said as she lifted her hand to knock on the door.

 

[ariosto]

Jack Becker

Tarlbut reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Shhhhhh...listen."

There were sounds coming from inside, nothing clear...a mix of
heavy breathing...creaking springs...moaning...

"She got a boyfreind Toni?"

Toni Moore shook her head, a look of alarm etched deep across her pretty face.

"German."
"What?" Turlbut looked at Becker.
"German, Chief...there's a guy in there speaking..."

Jack barely got out of the way in time as Turlbut hurled his massive frame against the door of the beach house and it fell in with a splintering crash!

The bullet split the air between Jack and Toni with a loud crack.
Fortunately the strong afternoon sunlight spilling in the door behind them must have ruined Weiler's aim and blinded him for the half naked Nazi never saw the Chief standing in the shadows to one side until three 45 caliber bullets blew half his head away.

There was a stunned silence as the room echoed and filled with acrid smoke.

"Maggie!"
It was Toni's voice.."Maggie!"
She ran through the living room and disappeared into the bedroom.

Jack and the Chief stood over Weiler's gruesome corpse.

"That's one bastard less to worry about." Turlbut holstered his gun.

Toni's voice came from the next room full of urgency and alarm,
'Get on the phone quick... call an ambulence...I think Maggie's dying!"