From: darryman@aol.com (Darryman)
Subject: bob and carol and jack and jill prt 1-erotic horror
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is the first part of a long (11 part story). I've never posted
before-let us see if this works.
The room was old, so old the electric lights seemed out of place-it was a
room for candles
or gaslamps. Almost the only furniture in the room was a huge brass bed, a
Victorian
monster with brass head and foot posts of tarnished metal, like two prison
gates. Only the
sheets and mattress were new-they always needed new sheets.
Jill led the boy into the room. He was 18, and shy, from
California-backpacking
with his sister across England. He had boyish features, straw colored
hair, pale blue eyes,
and a soft voice. Jill thought he was delicious.
She guided him to the edge of the bed, sat down, patting a space
beside her. He sat
perched on the edge of the bed, as if about to bolt from the room. She was
certain he was
a virgin.
A cry from the room next door. The boy started up, but Jill took
his arm, pulling
him back down. "It's only my brother and your sister having fun."
The sister was 20, as bold as sluttish as the boy was withdrawn
and innocent. It
was her idea to accept the inviation to spend the night. She had eyed both
Jack and Jill in a
way that said she was open to offers from both of them. Jill looked
forward to joining
them-when she was finished here.
The boy was looking away, his face turning crimson at the sounds
of his sister's
lovemaking through the wall. The two bedrooms had once been a large
parlor, but Jack
had converted it into two bedrooms, and unlike the other walls in the
house, this one was
quite thin.
"Your sister seems to be enjoying herself," Jill breathed into the
boy's ear. "Would
you like to enjoy me?"
A stammered yes. "Then stand up. Take off your clothes and let me
look at you."
He did as he was told, his nervousness fading somewhat. In a
minute he was
naked, his surprisingly large penis half-erect. "Turn around." He did, and
she reached out
to cup the cheeks of his firm young ass.
"Very nice. Now don't turn around untill I tell you to." She stood
up quickly, her
raven black hair tumbling about her shoulders, then began to remove the
low cut old
fashioned evening gown she was wearing. When she was nude, she moved
against him,
pressing her full breasts against his back. She felt him tremble as she
slid down his body
until her hard nipples were pressed against his equally hard young
buttocks. "Now turn
around."
He was almost fully erect, his penis swaying slightly, hanging
just in front of her
lips as she knelt before him on the wooden floor. Dark eyes open, she
stared up at him as
she took his member in her mouth, enjoying the look of wild pleasure on
his face as her
tongue swirled around the pulsing head.
Suddenly she felt his body spasm, felt his cock throb in her
mouth. "Ohhh..." She
pulled back to watch him cum, great spurts of thick white liquid splashing
onto her throat
and breasts.
"I...I'm sorry. I..."
She stood up and held a finger to his lips. "Shh. It's all right.
Don't think I'm
finished with you. I'm going to make you hard again and again," she
promised, her voice
thick with lust. "I'm going to fuck you to death."
Later she took a bath to remove the blood, watching in fascination
as the red water
gurgled down the drain in the huge antique marble tub. Then, still naked
and wet, she
recrossed the hall back into her bedroom.
The youth was handcuffed, spreadeagled, to the bed, a sil gag in
his mouth. There
was surprisingly little blood from the second wound-the one that had
killed him. Only a
little red tear around the heart. It was the other wound that had bled so
much.
She walked over to the body, one hand sliding between her legs,
teasing her lips,
enjoying the tingling post-coital feelings. With her other hand she lifted
the severed balls
and penis from the boy's belly. She had tied it off before using the
blade, so it remained
almost fully erect. With a sigh she kissed the head. So lovely.
A scream from the next room. Not of pleasure this time. Jill
frowned. How rude of
Jack to start without her.
The rental car was a little box, uncomfortable and ugly-not to mention the
steering wheel
being on the wrong side. Bob had had a lot of trouble adjusting to driving
in England. Of
course, now that the fucking shitbox had broken down in the middle of
fucking nowhere,
driving was no longer a problem. But then this whole vacation was turning
into the trip
from hell.
Part of it was the money-part of it was always the money. Carol's
family was
paying for this post-college graduation trip, just as their money paid for
all Carol's
extravangances. And Bob's. Bob always took the money, but underneath he
felt a
resentment that often came out in bed. Carol, though, liked it rough, and
as Bob took out
his hidden anger by pounding himself brutally into her, twisting her dark
red nipples, or
yanking her hair as he fucked her from behind, Carol would simply scream
in pleasure/pain
and orgasm over and over.
Bob slammed down the the rental's hood ("bonnet" he mouthed to
himself glumly)
and got back in the car. He wasn't a goddam mechanic, and anyway it was
too dark. "I
don't know," he said.
Carol shrugged. Carol was taking it well-she took everything well.
A lifetime of
having money and great looks had convinced her that in the end things
would always work
out to her satisfaction. Now staring at her; calm, golden, toned and
tanned, Bob was
suddenly filled with the desire to slap her silly. Instead he felt his
prick stiffin in his jeans.
Carol had lost it at 15 to her tennis instructor, and she was
finely attuned to the
effect her body had on men. Without a word she reached over and unbuttoned
his jeans.
Freeing his growing hardon, she smiled and said, "You need to relax."
Bob wasn't ready to let go of his rotten mood that easily. "No
room to fuck in this
thing."
"Plenty of room to suck." Carol brought her face down onto his
lap. He moaned as
her tongue caressed the underside of his dick, her lips sucking on the
mushroom shaped
head. Then she took his shaft into her throat. He closed his eyes, losing
himself in the
sensation of the blowjob. A few minutes later he opened them as he shot
his load into
Carol's hungry mouth, and found himself staring out of the side window
into the face of a
beautiful dark haired woman dressed in a cape and gown.
End part 1
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