This is a story of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fabrication. In real biography, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all kind of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.

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Ill Conceived ( MF, mF, Mf, mf, nc, drug, 1st, impreg, inc, voy )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I found a box of old videotapes while looking for something to tape a show on. I could n't recollect what was on them, so put one into the VCR.

I watched as it showed myself, in a squeamish shirt, stepping back after setting my video camera to record book. As I moved further back from the photographic camera I could see our bed and my wife lying on it, still clothed but clearly far from coherent, her eyes closed.

Was this one of our sex tapeline ? Why was it tossed into this box instead of in our locked-up collection ?

I noted the date and time at the bottom of the screenland : almost a year ago. I began to feel queasy as I figured out which tape this was.

My wife Pearl and I had left our two-year-old son in the care of a babysitter, the son of one of my workfellow, and we had gone to a friend 's housewarming company. Pearl got piss sot and I was the designated driver, so when we got home I practically had to pour her into bed. We had been trying to give another infant and before the party she had mentioned jumping my os when we got home, so I set the video camera up to tape what I figured would be a mind-bending shag, provided I could get a reply from her.

I watched as I moved to the bed, opening her blouse. I massaged her nicely-rounded knocker through her bra, making her sigh. I then zipped off her shortly dame and moved her panties aside, rubbing her pussy lip and clitoris. She was very wet.

Thinking back, I remembered that I had n't taken Todd, the babysitter, back home yet, and had to forgo playing with my near-unconscious wife to do that. However, on the tape I saw in the reflection from the vanity mirror the slightly open bedroom room access ... and Lord Todd, watching us !

I could n't consider it ! He was only there for a few seconds and then slipped away when he saw me getting up from the bed. I never knew the little bugger had seen ! Well, not many sixteen-year-olds get such an eyeful, and he never mentioned it ... no scathe done, right ?

I had forgotten to turn off the camera as I left the bedroom, closing the threshold behind me. A minute of arc later I heard it : fast step from my mad hyphen into the bathroom, as I rushed to the toilet arena just in time to evacuate most of my tummy subject matter. I had eaten some mollusk at the party, and I found out later that everyone who did got violently be sick that night. I could see on the mag tape the retching sounds I made from the bathroom across the hall. I felt fellow feeling infliction in my stomach just listening ... I had never been so sick in my life.

I had then asked Todd to stay and continue babysitting while I went to the hospital, green-faced. What followed was eight hours of gut-wrenching agony in a unbalanced bed. When I got back in the dayspring Sir Alexander Robertus Todd was asleep on the couch. I gave him a big fillip and he walked home. I collapsed onto our bed and slept like the dead.

I had been thinking about that Night and watching my beautiful unconscious wife on the projection screen, laying there in a daze, for respective minutes. I was just reaching to turn the tape recording off when the mirror showed the bedroom door opening a petty. It was Todd !

'' Mrs. Rex Harrison ? '' he called out softly. With no answer he tentatively crept into the room, blocking the tv camera 's view of the bed. From that slant he could clearly see her bra and wet panties.

Get the fuck out of there, I was mentally yelling at the kid on the tape as I stared at the projection screen. How daring he ? !

He called out to my wife again, louder this clock time. With no reply, he moved around to her side of the bed and sat down next to her. All I could do was watch.

He stared at my wife 's substantial bra-covered boobs for about a minute, then moved his head down near her private parts. He paused there and after a moment of confusion I realized he could smell her arousal. After my fingerbreadth play she had been quite wet.

He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the stifle. He gave her a shingle. She stretched out her early leg, opening herself up to his perspective, but that was about it. Emboldened by her lack of resistance he moved his handwriting up to her inner thigh. Still nothing.

Seemingly shy about going any boost toward her pussy, he instead moved his hands to her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed them, watching her cheek intently for any sign of awareness. There was none, and he was able to find her bra 's movement clutches, releasing her milky-white globes.

Even at the camera 's distance I could see that her nipples were erect. She had been horny all that nighttime, grinding her renal pelvis into me when she had the prospect. Sir Alexander Robertus Todd grasped a mamilla between his fingerbreadth. A moan escaped Pearl 's lips, and Lord Todd jumped back, ready to run out of the room. However, when she did n't wake after a moment of him holding his breath, he sat back down.

He leaned forward for a kiss. He nibbled on her lips and she seemed to make a slight exertion to return the buss. He was kissing her at a bad slant so he clambered onto the bed between her peg. His hands returned to her knocker, manhandling ( boyhandling ? ) them as he slobbered over her mouth.

Then he relaxed and lowered his soundbox just enough. His pelvis made contact with hers and she pushed her horny panty-covered cunt back at him. He gasped at the intuitive feeling of it through his jeans, then started to dry-hump her.

The sixteen-year-old babysitter was dry-humping my wife in our matrimonial bed, and all I could do was watch.

After a few arcminute he pulled back. Thank God, I thought to myself, he realized what a bad affair he was doing. He 's going to go back to the livelihood room, wham off and go to sleep.

Deluded.

He inexpertly pulled off my wife 's panty, then gazed at her distended vaginal lips. He reached out and touched them, causing my wife to advertise her fork at his finger's breadth. She was still out of it, and thought Sir Alexander Robertus Todd was me.

He pulled back, stood there for a consequence, and looked at my defenseless unconscious wife. After having our son Robert she still had a slight `` mummy tummy '', but I always thought it looked nice ; a badge of honor, I had said. Her breasts were great than before thanks to the pregnancy and breast feeding. She was still a hot little number.

Sweeney Todd made his decisiveness and took off his pants. NO, I screamed at him in my foreland. He clambered in between my wife 's legs, pushing his hard footling pecker at my wife 's skim hole. NO ! NO ! He poked and prodded, obviously knowing a footling of what to do, but not how to actually do it. NO ! NO ! NO ! Finally he hit the properly blot, and gasped as he sunk himself partway into her.

Pearl groaned. Lord Todd held himself still as he got used to the feel of a woman 's inside. Then he pushed himself further into her, eliciting another groan from my horny wife.

Todd buried his grimace into my wife 's neck as he pulled out a bit and then pushed in again, this time going all the way in. My wife groaned loudly at this, her legs folding up so that her feet were flat on the bed. Todd reached down to her pelvic arch, holding them as he pulled back and jammed himself into her again.

Soon he built up a cycle. The camera 's microphone picked up their gasps of pleasure, getting louder as they continued. My married woman was pushing her renal pelvis back at the adolescent boy now, her torso in warmth while her mind was still in la-la land.

Her arms went around the boy 's berm while her pegleg crossed behind his prat, pulling him even deeper. They were rutting into each other, and I heard my wife murmur in her stupor :

'' Oh God yes ! Fuck me ! I love it ! ``

This was too much for inexperienced Todd. In fact, now that I think about it, it was amazing he held out that long. He groaned loudly and pushed as surd as he could into my wife.

'' YES ! OH YES ! DO IT ! Oh diddly ... '' my wife blathered. I imagined Todd 's littler boy penis swelling and exploding his new cum oceanic abyss inside her. I moaned as my cock did the same in my drawers as I watched.

Finally it was over. Sweeney Todd gave Pearl a osculation and pulled out of her. She moaned in disappointment, then rolled over and started to breathe More slowly as she returned to oblivious sleep. By the time shamefaced Todd had dressed and left the way, she was in a deep slumber.

Once my post-orgasm high was over, I realized I had just watched the conception of our girl, Maddie. well, pearl 's daughter, anyway. I had made love to my wife the side by side day, at the tail end of her fecund bike, and a month later she told me the terrific news. Maddie had been born a day early ... A DAY EARLY. Hindsight is 20/20, they say, and I was now thinking about my daughter 's features. She did n't REALLY look like me ; my wife, sure ... and Todd !

I popped the tape recording out and write-protected it, then put it in a secure spot. I did NOT tell drop about it. She loves Maddie, and I do n't require to put down their relationship. Truth to recount, I love Maddie too, even though at that point I knew she was n't mine.

Still, something had to be done. That trivial raping bastard was not going to get away with it.

A few days later I called my co-worker 's house. I asked for Todd, his son, and after a few seconds the boy came on the line.

'' Hey, Mr. William Henry Harrison, do you need me to babysit ? '' he asked.

'' No. I know what you did to my wife, you little shit. ``

Silence.

'' I taped that dark a year ago. You did n't know that, did you, mother fucker ? ``

Todd started to blubber, but I cut him right off : `` Tomorrow, you get your ass over here at 2pm. We 're going to throw a talk. ``

'' O-okay ... ''

'' And Todd ? ``

'' Y-yeah ? ``

'' Bring your sister. ``

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Ill Conceived portion 2
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Lord Todd arrived with his sister Sarah at precisely 1:55pm on Sabbatum good afternoon. I told him 2pm because bead had taken the Thomas Kid to see her parents for the day, so we would have got hours to ourselves. I also informed him to raiment for swimming.

Sarah was a jolly girl : 15 geezerhood old, long brown hair, a trivial overbite and a reduce body with some of the curves that would only become curvier as she got older. She was a mantrap, and her chest looked yummy puffing out the top of her one-piece swimsuit.

'' Come in ! seed in ! '' I greeted them warmly, ushering them up to the living elbow room. Sarah had n't been here before, and complimented me on our sign. Teenaged missy were so easy to impress.

I explained that we were so happy with Lord Todd 's `` performance '' -- at which point I gave him a nictitation and a sly grinning which made his face go red -- that I was letting him use our pool today, and if Sarah wanted, could she take over as our babysitter after Todd went away to college ? Sarah was flattered and said yes, she would love to.

I turned them loose on the pool. Sir Alexander Robertus Todd looked bewildered, wondering when the other skid would send packing. Soon, I mused.

After a twosome hours of splashing around in the summer sun I called them inside for cucumber vine sandwiches. When Sarah asked for a drink I brought them each an opened bottle of beer from the fridge.

They both stared at the beers. `` Go ahead, '' I urged them. `` Enjoy yourself. Just one, though. ``

At this, they took the proffered bottles, sniffed the hoppy brew and sipped a bit. Though they both made a grimace at the somewhat vitriolic taste of laager, they did not hand them back. They were adolescent, after all ; they wanted to be adults, not Kyd. KIDS had to go to bed early. youngster had to do task. ADULTS could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and that included drinking. simpleton psychology.

After we were done I put a moving-picture show on for them to ascertain in the aliveness elbow room. They kept their bathing courting on and sat on their towels in edict to keep back the furniture dry. I noticed that Sarah was looking a bit tired.

It was a film that I had picked just for this juncture. It started out with action but turned sexual partway through. The critics panned it because the plot of ground was all over the shoes, but it was stark for my purposes.

I kept watching Sarah as the film switched gear. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on the movie, but once a mates of the actors started grinding their bodies together I noticed her mouth hanging undecided as she watched, center half-lidded. She licked her back talk as the actors pantomimed having sex, and as they `` came '' I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together.

About 15 arcminute later Sarah was asleep. The date assault drug I had obtained from a pharmacist acquaintance ( I told him my wife wanted to try it ) and slipped into her beer bottle had finally taken effect and she was out. I stood up, startling Todd.

I moved to the couch, where Sarah had laid back. Her legs were apart, feet down on the carpet, and I could make out the outline of her pussycat through the swimsuit fabric.

'' What are you doing ? '' Todd exclaimed as I put my handwriting on his sis 's leg and gave it a shake, which is exactly what he had done to my wife a year ago.

I looked at him. `` What do you think I 'm doing ? Getting retaliation for what you did to my kin. '' I then stripped the bathing suit off the immature young lady 's shoulders, revealing her splendid petite breasts.

Sir Alexander Robertus Todd 's eyes bugged out at seeing his sister 's naked chest, but seemed unsure. He wanted to protect his sister, but I was bounteous than him and had a tape of him raping my sleeping wife. He sat where he was, watching.

I reached up and massaged Sarah 's tit. They were about the size of oranges, and fit my hands nicely. I watched as her nipples, damp from her wet swimsuit, extended in the coolheaded air. I tweaked them, then clamped my mouth on one, sucking her tit meat into my mouth. Her ventilation quickened from the sensation.

I moved to the side so I could kiss the drugged lady friend, and also slipped my paw down to her fork. I deftly moved the swimsuit cloth aside and played with her Young pussy as her big brother watched, ineffectual to stop me.

I moved my mouth back to her tremendous chest as I finger-fucked her. I monitored her respiration, and as she started to labour her coxa into my finger I stopped. I moved back down to her branch and pulled the rest of her bathing suit off.

'' Uh ... '' Todd seemed to be ready to object, but one look from me stopped him. I could see he was uncomfortable in his chair, his obvious erecting constrained by his trunks.

I removed my clothes quickly and pulled Sarah into a fully laying position on the couch. I brought my cock up to her pussy lips and looked over at Lord Todd for any polarity of resistivity. His heart were on her puss. His curiosity had finally outweighed his outrage.

I pushed in a petty bit. Sarah screwed up her face in soreness. A virgin ? I wondered. I moved the head of my penis around a little in the crevice, gathering her vaginal fluids about it, then pushed in a little more.

'' Mmm ... '' she sighed. Her teat were sticking out like bullets, and I pinched them lightly. I pulled out, saw that the head of my pecker was glib with her fluids, and pushed a serious pair inches into her. Nope, no hymen, but women can turn a loss their hymen through the use of tampons or sex toy dog, or even vigorous workout. She was tight enough to be a virgin, though.

I pulled back again, then pushed halfway into her. My penis is n't especially long or duncical, but at 7 in I was n't diminished either. Soon her cunny had generated enough fluid that I was able to begin the `` old in-and-out ''. I pushed her knees back and to the side in parliamentary law to be able to achieve deeper incursion. I kept an eye on her face to arrive at sure I did n't go too mystifying, though ... I did n't need to ache her.

She took my full duration well enough, so I pushed myself all the way into her and background the root of my cock into her clitoris. She was gasping at the stimulation, and her ( I assume ) first fucking.

Her cunt was ripple, milking my shaft and I sped up. I looked at Todd, who was still staring at us, unable to bust his centre away or even make a token underground, then turned my full tending on the young beauty I was about to fill up with my cum.

I fell onto her, folding her leg back as far as they could go and started to kiss and nip at her neck opening. Harder, faster ... soon ...

'' Ohh ... OHHH ! '' She was cumming. In her drug-induced state, with the earlier aphrodisiacal picture from the motion-picture show, she had been stimulated enough that her physical structure responded all the way. I felt her puss clamp down on my hawkshaw and there was no way I could have held back. I erupted, my hot white cream spurting deep within the unconscious untried young woman. As I spurt within her I felt her snatch walls rippling, her insides responding to the sensation of the warm semen splashing within her.

I was spent. I extracted myself from her unbelievable kitty-cat and stood up, a long Strand of cum still connecting us. I looked at Todd.

'' Can we go ? '' He looked mortified and afraid.

I looked down at the pretty offspring lady friend I had just defiled. `` She 's still out of it, and wo n't be prepare to provide for a few hours I think. ``

Sweeney Todd looked crestfallen. `` Oh. ``

I put my clothes back on and sat down side by side to him. `` We 're even now, Todd. Your sister 's not having her period right now, so I figure there 's about a one-in-three chance that she 's ovulating this calendar week. That 's expert enough for me, whether she gets pregnant or not. ``

I had purposely left Sarah 's apparel off, and I could see my cum starting to slip out of her. Sweeney Todd was looking at her again, and not like a brother should seem at his sister.

I looked at her and back to him. `` aspect, no hard flavor ... if you want to consume a go at her ... ''

He looked floor, but returned his gaze to the unconscious raw young lady. `` I ... no, I could n't ... ''

I continued, `` I 've probably already made her fraught, Todd. Go for it. ``

I could see his low-spirited head teacher was winning the fight. It was fourth dimension to urinate for sure. I got up and started to head downstairs. `` I got ta fill a dirt. Do what you want. '' Then as I got out of sight I pulled out the remote control control for my TV camera and started recording. The camera, hidden in my entertainment inwardness among all the early LED Light Within, went unnoticed as it started up, the two teenager directly in its batch. I continued downstairs, secure in the knowledge that I was not present on this new tape.

I waited a few moment and then quietly headed back up the stairs. I could pick up Lord Todd huffing and puffing, and his sister moaning. dewy-eyed psychology : his colza of my married woman had most probably been his first sexual experience ; the most erotic consequence of his Edward Young life. When presented with the same circumstance and some concealment, the boy chose to again experience sleeping rape.

I poked my head around the niche, careful not to be seen by the camera. Todd was up on his knees deep inside his sister, his hands groping her nipply breasts. Her center were still closed, her fount rapt with pleasure as she bucked back at him.

My gumshoe sprung back to life at this muckle. You see, I knew something that Todd did n't, and it made my day : after the birth of what I thought was my second child I had had a vasectomy. I could n't get niggling Sarah pregnant ... but Todd could !

He was ramming his phallus into his sister hard ... harder than I had. Her consistence really seemed to love it, though, as she thrashed her head back and forth.

Lord Todd leaned forward to get majuscule insight and planted his back talk on hers. They passionately swapped tongue as he thrust into her at a frenetic pace.

Finally he could take no more and thrust into her hard, groaning loudly, obviously not caring to keep calm down any more. Sarah cried out as his cock pulsed oceanic abyss inside her once, twice, three sentence, four ... he started to thrust into her again as she orgasmed as well, her cunt sucking the rest of the stiff cream from his chunk and deep into her Danton True Young, hopefully rich body.

I turned off the tv camera remotely and came back into the room. Todd quickly got off of his sister, but it was obvious what he had been doing. He looked mortified.

I started to get Sarah back into her swimwear. `` Relax, Todd, she 's a hot composition of ass. No shame in tapping it, even if she 's your sister. It 's not like she 's going to remember it. ``

Sweeney Todd seemed to relax a footling at that, and sat down to hold back out his babe 's daze. I covered Sarah with a blanket, and while Todd was n't looking I put a pillow under her butt, allowing her brother 's sperm to pool at the backrest of her vagina, increasing her luck of getting pregnant.

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epilog
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I told Todd about the secondment tape before he left. He knew salutary than to try to turn me in, especially since he was the solely one on the tape raping his sister.

Sarah did get fraught, though she of course had no idea who the don was. I convinced her father not to beat the dirt out of one of Todd 's friends that had slept over at their house a couple of times, and he thanked me once the boy gave a lineage sample and was cleared of paternity.

Once the child was born ( my friend 's family is heavily Christian, so abortion was out of the head ), I let Todd know about my vasectomy. I think I blew his lilliputian mind : He was 18 and already the founding father of 2 children.

age later he was arrested for the undertake rape of another cleaning woman while she was sleeping. Without her sentience being suppressed by excess alcohol or the date-rape drug his victim had awoken once he started to beset her. I like to conceive about Todd and what happens to rapists in prison, and imagine that he probably wishes he could log Z's through it himself .