The I-Room II

Prologue:

Once again, picture a windowless room, twelve feet by twelve feet, Spartan in appearance and in accommodations. A plain wooden chair, a small refrigerator and a queen sized bed…a small shower alcove and nothing else. A steel door locked from outside. In short, a room with no escape, save through enlightenment. Many have and will call me insane, mad, a twisted pervert. Perhaps…or perhaps I am simply a teacher…an illuminator in the darkness…a guide to allowing one to reach and achieve all that is possible.

The Second: Anita, Joe and Molly.

Picture the room again with three people sleeping on the bed. One is

Anita, a woman of forty years of age. Honey colored hair, cut short. She is a woman with a body that edges towards voluptuousness. Anita possesses solid, weighty 38 DD breasts…a stomach thickening from age and childbirth and an ass and legs that are still tight and shapely from arduous workouts. Pink panties hide her sweetest treasure, a thick lipped pussy, shaved bare save for a short fluff of honey brown muff pointing downward to heaven’s gate.

The second individual is Anita’s husband, Joe. He is a forty-one year old man, healthy, tall and muscled, with a healthy bulge in his boxer shorts. He wears his black hair short as befits a policeman. He and Anita have been married twenty years.

The last sleeping individual is their daughter, Molly. She turned eighteen the day I had them brought to the I-Room. She has a slim, athletic build. She has her mother’s face, but her body is different. Her breasts will never be as large as her mother’s…right now being the size of small melons…34C. Her legs are muscular, her butt firm, tight and high as only a young woman’s ass can be. A few wisps of pubic hair do nothing to hide her nubile cunt concealed behind virginal, white cotton panties.

This will be a decidedly different experiment than Joanna and Danny. Anita and Joe are very active sexually. Monitoring has revealed they engaged in some sort of sex every day over a thirty day period. Even during menstruation, Anita would engage in oral or anal sex with Joe. The couple also enjoys an open marriage. Joe delights in “scoring” with women he meets in the course of his duties. He is an honest policeman, but is known as a cock hound for women of all ages. Anita, a teacher, is not quite as promiscuous, but carries on several affairs, notably a male colleague, a female colleague and her daughter, and several former students. Anita delights in lesbian sex. Molly is at eighteen, still a virgin. A rather shy and studious girl, she has experimented very little with sex…no boy has ever gotten farther than copping a tentative feel of her perky breasts. Lastly, investigating Anita’s past reveals some very interesting secrets that may come into play during their time here.

Molly wakes first. She stirs, realizing that she is lying between her mother and father. She realizes that except for her panties, she is naked. She sits up, folding her arms over her young breasts to cover them. Molly realizes she…they are in a strange room. “Mom? Daddy? Wake up!” There is teary panic in her voice.

Anita opens her eyes at the sound of her daughter’s panicked voice. Taking in her own near nakedness and that of her daughter’s and the Spartan surroundings, she sits up quickly. “What the fuck is going on?” Anita possesses a sweet and sexy voice, full of smoke and reminiscent of the wonderful actress, Lauren Bacall and when outside of school uses a vocabulary that would make a sailor proud. Anita reaches over to shake Joe, even as her daughter scurries to her. “Joe, wake up!” There is fear in her voice, but also anger. There is an incredible vitality to Anita…a sense of a carnal lioness.

Joe wakes up and there is all the expected fear and confusion. Joe, his training kicking in, roams the room, seeking clues for escape. His eyes cannot help but glide over both mother and daughter. Molly backs herself into a corner, arms crossed over her chest in a vain attempt to conceal them. Anita’s breasts bounce hypnotically as she strides back and forth. Finally, I introduce myself.

“REMAIN CALM. YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED. YOU WILL SIMPLY BE MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT WHILE.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Anita demands. “What do you want with us?”

I smile as I reply, “I AM KNOWN BY SOME AS…THE CREEP. THAT NAME WILL SERVE. YOU…YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN.”

Joe’s face pales slightly at my title. He has heard of Joanna and Danny’s case. He quietly briefs his family on what little he knows. Mother and son, held captive for three weeks…released unharmed with little idea why they were imprisoned. Joe turns slightly red as he mentions, “There were suggestions…suspicions that he was attempting to get them to have sex.”

Both Joe and Anita glance at their daughter who seems stunned by that revelation. Both of them gaze appreciatively at her young, lithe body. The bulge in Joe’s shorts swell noticeably. Anita licks her lips instinctively as if considering what Molly might taste like, but shakes her head.

“You…fucking creep! You want us to screw our daughter!” Anita flips her middle finger up at the ceiling. I can’t help but grin. I like Anita’s style. She’s feisty.

“YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELVES AND EACH OTHER. ONLY YOU DETERMINE THE PATH YOU FOLLOW.” Anita responds with a profanity laced rant that would make a sailor blush. I remain silent, enjoying her tirade.

They talk, eat and sleep. Joe investigates the room, determined to find a way out. He is very competent, but there is no escape. Molly says little and stays either curled up on the bed or stands in a corner, her arms constantly folded over her breasts.

Early during their second day, Molly’s efforts to remain modest get on Anita’s nerves. “Molly, quit it!” she snaps. “You’ve got boobs…your Daddy knows it, just be natural and relax.” Molly sniffles but finally lowers her hands, face blazing red. She is lovely with her firm, pert breasts, similar to her mother’s only by the long, dime sized nipples both possess surrounded by large, puffy aureoles.

By afternoon, all are more relaxed about their partial nudity. Joe and Molly have gotten used to the other taking more than a quick glance. All three are uncomfortable in their underwear…now having worn them roughly three days. All have discovered that the shower works and have availed themselves of it.

Anita, dripping wet from the shower, begins to step into her soiled panties, then curses and throws them in a corner. She looks up at the ceiling and again flips me a bird. “Are you happy, Creep? Getting your rocks off now?” She rubs her cunt with her palm, splitting her labia apart. “This the show you wanted?”

“Mommy!” Molly’s cry comes out as a scared sob. She stares amazed at her Mom’s angry display.

“Jesus, Anita…just calm down,” Joe says. He climbs off the bed and puts his arm around his wife. “Don’t let him get to you.” Joe turns and smiles at his daughter. “We all just have to stay cool. We can’t control this, so we might as well laugh about it.” He kisses Anita’s forehead and says, “Well, in Rome…do as the Romans do. He shucks off his shorts and throws them into the same corner as Anita’s panties. His cock is at half mast…fully aroused, it must be several inches of hard flesh.

“Omigod, Daddy!” Molly blushes and covers her eyes. She can’t disguise the fact her nipples have gone hard at the sight of her Daddy’s penis.

Anita and Joe laugh, embarrassed themselves. “C’mon, honey,” says Anita. We’re all in this together. Your panties are as icky as mine. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Strip!”

Molly turns beet red, but obeys her mother’s command and steps out of her soiled panties. Her hands go self consciously to her almost bald pussy. Joe and Anita cross the room and hug their daughter. The hug last for several seconds and then Joe’s cock, already at half mast begins to grow and rise, rubbing alongside Molly’s thigh as it becomes fully erect. Molly starts and backs up. She stares down at her father’s huge erection, amazed and scared at the same time.

“Um…I –I’m going to take a shower,” Molly stammers and abruptly moves away from her parents. She stays turned away as they move towards the bed. Anita and Joe watch her take her shower.

On the bed, Anita glances down at her husband’s stiff pole and then looks up at his face. Joe is watching Molly intently as she showers, her eyes closed as she soaps up her nubile body. Anita teasingly runs a finger along the length of Joe’s hard cock. “Pervert…getting a stiff dick over your naked daughter.”

Joe grins at his wife. “Yeah, tell me she isn’t making your twat wet, Anita.”

Anita shrugs. “Yeah…well, I’m horny. You haven’t fucked me for two days and I’m so fucking hot I could scream.”

Joe nods. “Yeah, baby…me too. I want you so bad…it’s not just Molly’s sweet body that has me hard. I’m ready to fuck you right in front of her.”

Anita kisses him…a long French kiss. “I say we wait until Molly falls asleep.

“We’re noisy fuckers…think we can stay quiet and not wake her up?”

“We can try. I’m so horny, I’m almost to the point where I don’t care if she watches…hell, she can cheer us along.” She grins naughtily at him.

“What about the Creep?”

Anita wraps her hand around her husband’s cock. “I need this sooo much. I don’t care if he watches either. He can get his rocks off if that’s what makes him happy. I just want my hubby to make me cum!”

The rest of the day is filled with sexual tension. Joe’s cock is constantly rising as every glimpse of Molly’s sleek, shapely body arouses him anew. Anita too is turned on by her naked daughter. She keeps finding reasons to touch Molly. Molly is nervous and aroused by all the tension. All three finally lay down and it takes Molly a long time to drift off to sleep.

Her soft snores alert Anita and Joe and they quietly slip out of bed. They kiss and hug. Joe pins Anita to a wall and begins showering her body with kisses, his lips fluttering along her long, pointy nipples as he massages and toys with her breasts. Anita moans lowly as her husband squats and kisses her pussy, her tuft of pubic hair tickling his nose as he uses his tongue to open her cunt lips, then spreading her labia lips wide with his fingers, Joe buries his face in his wife’s juicy twat.

“Fuck me, Joe,” Anita whispers. “C’mon baby, fuck me with that big dick.” Joe trails kisses back up her body and moves between her widespread legs. Anita takes her husband’s cock in hand and guides it towards her cunt lips as Joe squats slightly to get into position. Joe is kissing and biting her neck and Anita glances over at the bed. Molly is awake and watching them. For a long second, mother and daughter watch each other.

Anita moans then as Joe’s cock slips between her wet cunt lips. She smiles at her daughter, her eyes shiny with lust as her husband’s cock drives deep into her hot, slippery pussy. She leans against the wall for support, raising her shapely right leg up and wrapping it around her husband’s lower back, her heel digging into his butt cheek.

Still smiling at her daughter, a moan escapes Anita’s lips as her husband thrusts even deeper into her wet pussy. I detect naughtiness in her smile as she watches her daughter watching her get fucked. “Ohhhh, Daddy!” Anita moans. “Fuck meee, Daddy! Fuck your little girlllll!”

Joe moans in surprise and in arousal. Anita raises her left leg and wraps it around Joe’s body…her ankles now crossed in the small of his back. Joe’s arm muscles bulge as he cups Anita’s tight ass cheeks and thrusts upward with his cock.

Molly’s eyes grow large as she watches her father fuck her mother while her mother continue the hot, nasty talk, all the time smiling at Molly. Anita’s long, pointy nipples scrape against her husband’s chest.

“Mmmm…yesss. Daddy likes fucking meee! Daddy’s cock is sooo biggg…it just keeps getting bigger! Daddy likes sticking his big dick in his daughter’s pussyyy! Keep fucking meee, Daddy!”

Anita’s voice gets louder as Joe moves faster. Anita sobs as her husband pounds his cock deep inside her pussy, but even as she begins to orgasm, she never lets her gaze wander from her daughter.

“Auuuggg…I love you, Dadddyyy!