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The first thing I remember hearing was the sound of rain on my window. It often snowed in Maryland in March, but when it rained it was the kind of rain that chills a person to the bone and makes them hide under the covers dreading the sound of the alarm clock in the morning. I knew I had to get up. I knew there was something I had to do, but somehow I just couldn't wrap my mind around it at 5:30am.

The muted noise of the morning disc-jockeys doing traffic reports on my radio alarm kept intruding on my attempts to go back to sleep. I was sure I must have been having a delicious dream because the heat from underneath my silk pajama pants was unmistakable. All of a sudden, I remembered, and with a smile, I threw back the covers and walked towards the bathroom.

As the warm water from the shower rained down on top of me, I couldn't quite believe that in just a few hours I would be at the airport and we would be face to face for the first time in almost eight years. I tried to decide what the proper greeting was. Maybe for good friends a lingering hug would be okay. Anything more than that would be inappropriate for a married woman, I decided.

I gazed at my wedding rings as I reached for the shampoo. It had been almost 7 years of marriage now. In all practical respects my husband was perfect. He was a wonderful father and a great friend as well. It had been 3 months since he'd had to leave for Iraq. We talked on the phone as often as we could, but I missed adult companionship and I tried not to think about the fact that I still had 6 more months to go until he would be home again.

On this particular morning I felt more energized than I had in months. The kids were on vacation with my parents; their first trip to Disney World, and though my parents had invited me to come along, they understood that I needed time on my own desperately and they were more than happy to take the children off my hands for a week.

I thought back to 3 months ago when I first read your e-mail saying you were coming to the States on business and could we spend some time together while you were here. You said your dates were flexible, and while I realized that some might think strangely on the propriety of me having a male visitor when my kids and husband were both out of town, I rationalized that showing you around my town would be so much easier when I didn't have to arrange babysitting. Besides, it's not like you were staying in my home.

I'm normally a big breakfast person, but I guess I was a little more nervous about seeing you than I would have admitted. I managed just a small glass of orange juice. By 6:15am I was on the road, wondering for the first time if a minivan made me look less sexy. Even though it had been so long, I still wanted you to see me as the carefree girl you used to know.

Since we last saw each other my body had changed so much, adding curves with each curve of my new life as a wife and then a mother. I had worked hard on not giving in to nature and in the last few months I had managed to erase some of the damage done by pregnancy and age. I told myself it was all for me, but I couldn't deny that my efforts had increased since I knew you were coming.

An hour later I was at the airport. I knew your flight was on time, having checked the internet before I left. Now as I passed through security, I saw your plane pulling into the gate. I was nervous, yet I had never been nervous around you before. We had always been just friends, no hint of anything more. After the last time we saw each other we had gone our separate ways, losing contact for almost five years. Then one day you simply appeared back in my life with one e-mail asking if I remembered you. You had found me through an e-mail directory and we began the process of catching up.

You had never married. You'd started a successful business and seemed to be doing quite well in the world. I told you immediately of my marriage and my children. We talked about everything; our lives, politics, religion. We found that we disagreed vehemently on many matters of some consequence, but we also found it enjoyable exchanging spirited debate on current issues. The conversations were sometimes heated, but somehow only strengthened our friendship. Sometimes we found ourselves spending hours instant messaging back and forth. Then you started sending me songs you'd downloaded. And I though, but I couldn't be sure, that the songs were your way of flirting. They always seemed a little too personal, a little too longing.

At first I didn't respond. If you were flirting, certainly I couldn't have any part of it, but my husband worked so much, and maybe I liked the attention you were paying me. Slowly, without even really knowing it, I think I began to flirt back. Lately the flirting seemed to be even more deliberate for both of us. Comments here, exchanged photos (always modest of course) there and kind comments from you about how the years had been good to me. Still, it never went so far that it was blatantly inappropriate. There was never any real reason for me to feel guilty, at least that's what I told myself. My husband knew about you. He knew about our friendship, and he trusted me.

Absorbed in these thoughts, I barely even noticed you emerging from the tunnel. I heard your voice first. "Hello." That sexy accent! Before I knew it I was in your arms in an embrace that lasted probably a few good seconds longer than it should have.

"You look fantastic". Your eyes sparkled as you looked at me.

"Oh…thanks! Well, so do you" I managed.

You laughed. "I guess as good as a person can look after an 8 hour flight in the darkness! But I'm starving! Let's get this customs thing over with and then I need you to take me to the nearest pancake house and let me buy you breakfast!"

Over breakfast we filled in the gaps of our lives for the past five years. The conversation flowed easily, but several times I found myself distracted by your particularly intense gaze. I could have sworn I felt your eyes on me as I got up to use the restroom and I had to make an extra pass with the toilet tissue before pulling my jeans up in the stall to wipe away the evidence of being aroused by just being near you.

After we finished our meal, I drove you to the car rental office so you could pick up your rental car and then I followed you back to your bed and breakfast. It had been a long flight for you and you had to admit you needed sleep. I helped you carry your bags back to your room after you'd checked in.

After a few minutes I said, "I'm going to let you get some sleep now. Just give me a call when you wake up. We'll do something pretty low key today. Maybe I'll just rent a movie for us or something and I'll make you dinner."

"That sounds great!" you said. And then you hugged me unexpectedly as I was reaching for the door. "It's great to see you again, Julia." You practically whispered it in my ear. I left in a hurry, flustered.

Back at home I occupied myself with preparing to cook dinner for you in the evening. I got a light lunch as I flipped through recipe books. I had picked up a DVD on my way home from your bed and breakfast, and after I settled on a recipe for dinner, I tried to lose myself in a book and not look at the hours that were passing without a phone call from you. I e-mailed my husband, telling him that you had arrived and letting him know our plans. I made sure to tell him that I was thinking of him and that I missed him.

Finally around five o' clock, the phone rang. I let it ring twice before picking it up, not wanting to appear as though I had been waiting on your call. My heart skipped a beat when I heard your voice. "Hello Julia. I'm so sorry I didn't call sooner. I must have been more exhausted that I thought because I've just woken up. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Don't worry about it," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I've been keeping busy all afternoon. I didn't even notice the time. "Would you like me to start dinner?"

"Yes, that would be great. I'm starving. I've slept right through lunch. Just let me get a shower and a change of clothing and I'll be right over."

The table was already set, so as I prepared the food, I hummed along with the CD that was playing, trying to ward off thoughts of you in the shower. Despite my best efforts, I kept wondering what you looked like underneath your clothing. Damn it, what was wrong with me? I knew I could never cheat on my husband, so why couldn't I stop thinking about you? I told myself that it was just loneliness. I was just missing my husband. I was just missing the company of a man. Hell, I knew what I was missing. I was missing sex. But this was, after all, the technology age and I had plenty of toys to keep myself busy with. Not exactly the same thing, but they'd have to do until my husband came home.

The doorbell rang and I took a moment to rub some lotion on my hands before answering it. "Luke! Come in. Welcome to my home" I said, swinging the door open.

"I've brought you something from my part of the world" you said, holding out a bottle of wine.

"Thank you! This will work great with what I'm serving for dinner. Let me just go put this in the kitchen and I'll show you around the house.

After giving you a tour off the house, we began to eat. For the next hour, the food, wine and conversation flowed freely. After dinner you helped me clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then we sat down to watch the movie I had picked up. I was feeling a little flushed from the wine, but I made sure to sit on the loveseat, leaving you to sit on the sofa an appropriate distance from me.

The movie was an intense psychological thriller, but there were several very intimate scenes that made me very uncomfortable. They weren't the sort of thing I would have been bothered by watching with my husband or by myself, but somehow with you there, I was hoping they would pass quickly. Thankfully, you didn't look over at me during those scenes but seemed to be intently concentrating on the plot of the movie.

When the movie ended it was ten o'clock and I was exhausted. Perhaps it was the early start to my morning or perhaps it was the constant tension I felt within myself being around you.

"I don't mean to kick you out or anything" I apologized. "I'm just so tired."

"It's no trouble at all. Thank you so much for the wonderful dinner" you replied, reaching for your coat.

"So I'll call you tomorrow morning," I said "and then we'll figure out a time to meet and I'll show you around town and we can just play the day by ear."

"Sounds great!" You were walking towards the door and I followed you.

"Well, goodnight then" you said, reaching for the door handle. I had just started to say goodnight, but before I could even get the word out of my mouth, you spun around suddenly and reached for me.

Your lips were on mine before I even realized what had happened. God, your mouth felt so good and I felt my body respond instantly to your kiss. Your tongue penetrated my mouth and I arched my body into yours, wanting more. Just as your hands were pressing the back of my neck into your kiss, my senses caught up with me and I broke away from you.

"Luke, please! I can't!" I started to say. "I'm married!"

You looked at me for a moment and then lowered your eyes. "I know. I understand. I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…."

"It's OK…just please understand…" I stammered.

"I know. I know. I'll see you tomorrow" you said, and then you were out the door.

I walked over to the couch and sat down trying to make sense of what had just happened. I tried to rationalize my response to your kiss. It had been sudden, unexpected, and almost violent. Certainly I hadn't had time to think before it happened. It was only natural that I should respond to your passion until I got my bearings. After all, I stopped it. I said no. What else could I have done? Part of me felt ashamed as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, but I could not deny how turned on I was. I laid in bed for what seemed like an eternity trying not to think about how your lips felt on mine and the way your tongue demanded a response from me. Finally I had to give in to the feelings that were keeping me from sleep. I reached for my trusty vibrator under the bed and had an orgasm almost instantly as I thought of you. Sleep finally came.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, my first thoughts were of you and the kiss we had shared. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't stopped you. Would you have made love to me in my own home; in the bed I shared with my husband? I couldn't think of those things, I told myself. It just wasn't right. It was a one-time thing. Now that you knew I wouldn't cheat on my husband, it would surely not happen again. You had always been a gentleman and I was certain that you felt embarrassed about the whole thing. Today I knew I would have to do my best to act as if nothing had happened and keep our friendship intact.

After I'd taken a shower and had breakfast, I called you. The phone rang for quite a while and I worried that you were still asleep. Then you answered, sounding a bit out of breath.

"Hello, Julia?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?" I asked.

"No, not at all. I just came back into my room after having breakfast in the dining room. Are you ready to start the day?" you asked.

"Yes. If you're ready, I'll be over there in about fifteen minutes."

"Sounds great. I'll see you soon," you replied. I hung up the phone relieved. It seemed as though everything between us was back to normal.

A short time later, I knocked on the door of your room. You answered with your coat already on and shut the door behind you as you greeted me. We talked briefly about the tourist sites you'd like to see and you offered to drive so I wouldn't have to waste the gas in my van. We spent the morning driving from place to place, hitting all the points of interest in my neighborhood and the surrounding areas. The conversation seemed normal at times and strained at other times. There were moments when I'd catch you looking at me and you'd quickly look away. I was starting to think that maybe things weren't entirely okay between us when you suggested a stop for lunch.

We were shown to a back table at the quiet bistro and you ordered drinks for us. Somehow you remembered that I loved gin and tonic. You even ordered the right brand. As we sat sipping our drinks silently, you shifted nervously in your seat and then finally spoke. "Julia, about last night…."

"It's no big deal" I interrupted.

"No, I need to say this…please" you insisted. "I'm not sorry I kissed you." My eyes must have registered my surprise, having been expecting an apology. "I know it was out of line for me to do" you continued, "but I honestly couldn't help myself. I felt that there was something between us and I would have never forgiven myself for not trying to see what would happen. I realize, though, that you are committed to your marriage and I just wanted you to know that I won't try to break up your marriage, OK?" You were obviously waiting for a response from me.

"Look," I said nervously. "I enjoy your company and I'm grateful for our friendship, so let's just try to focus on that; deal?" Before you could reply, the waitress brought our food and we continued our meal and discussing our plans for the rest of the day.

Having decided to spend the rest of the afternoon at an outdoor civil war display, we returned to the bed and breakfast so you could pick up some gloves and a hat. "You might as well come in for a few minutes," you said, "It might take me a bit of time to find which suitcase I packed them in."

"Ok, no problem." I replied. "I need to use the restroom anyway." I certainly didn't intend to spend too long in your room with you after what had happened last night, but I didn't see any harm in coming in for a few minutes. Once inside I excused myself to use the restroom as you began rummaging through your suitcases. Looking in the mirror as I was washing my hands I realized that my cheeks were flushed. I wondered if our friendship would ever be the same after that kiss.

As I opened the bathroom door and stepped back out into the room, I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and throw me down onto the bed. You must have been waiting for me to open the door because you were pinning me on bed, struggling on top of me before I even knew what had happened.

"Luke, get off. What are you doing?" I demanded, struggling against you.

You said nothing and I suddenly felt something tighten around my wrist and felt my arm being jerked away from my body. I realized then that you had tied my wrist with rope to the head of the bed and were pinning my other arm, trying to tie that as well. I started to yell but your hand came down over my mouth with so much pressure that I could hardly breathe. With your other hand, you finished pulling my other arm up over my head. Then I felt you stuff something in my mouth. I couldn't tell what it was, but I was unable to make a sound.

I couldn't believe it. Five minutes ago we had been planning the rest of our day, now here I was, tied to your bed unable to move my arms or speak. Just as I thought about kicking at you with my feet, you spoke.

"I've been waiting for this moment for years" you said in a husky voice. "I'll admit I didn't think it was going to be quite like this, but it's just as well. I know now what I have to do for us to be together. Your conscience won't allow you to cheat on your husband, but your body wants me, just as I want you."

I started to shake my head, but you stopped me. "Don't even try to deny it, darling. I felt the way you kissed me last night. I knew then that we would be together. I also knew that my gift to you would be taking away the cheating issue. It's not cheating if you can't control it. Am I right, darling?"

I couldn't speak and I don't think I would have anyway. I was still trying to process what was happening. How could my most trusted friend be doing this to me? As you looked down at me I realized that despite my outrage, I was becoming turned on.

"Now listen closely, love. I'm going to tell you how this is going to work and you'd better pay attention. I'm not going to repeat myself." I'd never heard your voice tinged with such authority.

"You're mine. You will do exactly as I tell you. You will obey every order I give you. You will speak only when I ask you a question. Do you understand?"

I just glared up at you, refusing to even nod.

"Still full of fire, I see" you chuckled. "Well, let me just explain to you the consequences of disobedience and then we'll see what you have to say. I don't like condoms. I think they diminish the experience. I also happen to know that you would be in quite a predicament if you were to get pregnant while your husband is away."

You paused, letting your words sink in. "So in return for your obedience, I will wear a condom, but I'm warning you. Don't test me, because I won't hesitate to throw away the condom and fuck your brains out bareback. Understood?"

I nodded slightly.

"There are also other punishments for disobedience. Things that will be pleasant for me, but probably not for you, so don't make me hurt you, OK?"

I nodded again.

You moved off of me and as you did I noticed the obvious bulge in your pants.

"Now, I'm going to free your hands, one at a time to relieve you of your shirt."

You untied my one hand, and massaged my wrists.

"I hope I didn't hurt you darling. I just wanted to make sure you understood my rules." You gently reached for the bottom of my shirt and in one quick motion lifted it over my head, exposing my bra. Then you slipped my free arm out of the shirt and tied my wrist to the bed again. You repeated the procedure with my other arm until I was once again tied to the bed minus my shirt.
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