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Games Rich People Play 9

Jessica knows that there’s no escape, she can’t tell the police, or take Jim to court, she can’t tell her brother especially after the last video and she will never ever tell hers sons, she must face the fact that she’s doomed to fuck her sons and other family members again and again. Before the weekend starts Jessica tells her sons that she’ll be visiting a friend and that she won’t be back until midnight, then later calling from a payphone she asks her sons what time she should come over and her son says ” Our mom won’t be back until midnight so come over now, the address is on the card I gave you “.
Wearing a long thick coat and making sure no one is looking she puts on her mask and knocks on her own appartment door, her oldest son opens the door and says ” Come in bitch ” she enters her own appartment and her youngest son says ” welcome to our home you slutty whore ” her oldest son looks at her nylon covered feet in their black platform high heels and he says ” take off the coat, we want to see what you wearing under there ” she removes her coat and reveals that she’s only wearing nylons that stop at her thighs and connect to a black garter belt. Her youngest son says ” I bet you can’t wait to get our cocks in your mouth, pussy and ass, infact I bet you have been thinking about it all day, am I right whore? ” Jessica says ” Oh god yes, I was thinking about how you boys fucked me so hard in all my holes and then came inside me again and again and how you boys treated me like a whore verbally and physically “.
Jessica says ” What about you boys? I bet you spent the whole day thinking about all the nasty things you wanted to do to me when I got here ” her oldest son says ” yeah you can say that, infact here’s the first thing I wanted to do ” leading her into the kitchen he grabs an empty Corona bottle from the kitchen counter then putting his hand on his mothers chest he pushes her against the wall and he places the bottle under his mothers vagina and starts to push it in. Her youngest son laughs and says ” Wow that’s a pretty good idea, I’m suprised I didn’t think of it “, Jessica moans as the bottle enters her pussy and her oldest son says ” You like that don’t you whore? ” She moans and says ” Yes I love it, push it in deeper, abuse my pussy ” and her older sons starts fucking her with the bottle.
He let’s go of the bottle then looks at his brother and says ” look at that ” and they both watch as their mother stands there with the Corona bottle sticking half way inside her cunt. Her oldest son pulls the bottle out of her pussy and says ” Ok buddy now let’s see what you had planed for the slut “, her youngest son says ” Watch this your going to love this one ” he walks into his room and comes back with a dog collar and leesh. He puts the collar around his mothers neck and makes her to get on her knees then he says ” Your my little doggy, bark for me dog, bark for your master ” Jessica swallows her pride and she barks twice, then her son pulls on her leesh and says ” Let’s go for a walk ” and Jessica crawls where ever her son pulls her. After a while her youngest son says ” Good doggy, your a good little dog aren’t you?, does the little doggy want a dog bone to chew on? ” he takes off all of his clothes and puts his rock hard cock in her mouth and she starts sucking.
Her older son says ” You sick bastard, that’s a lot better than what I did ” then he takes off all of his clothes and he walks towards his mother who starts jerking his rock hard cock while sucking her other sons cock. Jessica stops sucking and says ” You boys wanna do something really kinky? ” her sons agree and Jessica says ” Take me to your mothers bedroom “. In her own bedroom she looks at a picture of herself and says ” Wow your mom is so pretty ” then she says ” Have you boys ever tried role-playing? ” her boys say yes and she says ” Oh that’s good because I love to role-play, I’ll pretend to be your pretty, pretty mom and you 2 can be my horny sons who need some sexual relief “.
Her oldest sons says ” Oh man that’s nasty, your really are a dirty slut aren’t you? ” and his brother says ” Sounds like fun let’s do it “. Jessica says ” Ok you boys have to call me mommy or mom from now on “. She leaves the room and then knocks on the door and her older son says ” Come in mom ” she enters the room and says ” How are my 2 handsome sons doing today?, I have to ask you boys something and I want you both to be honest ok ” they say ” No problem mom you can ask us anything ” and she says ” Do you boys think I should let some hair grow on my pussy or should I keep it shaved? ” her sons smile and one of them says ” Yes you should let it grow and then trim it so it looks like an arrow pointing to your cunt ” her mother says ” Such language, I should wash your mouth out with soap young man but I have a better idea ” she grabs her sons still rock hard cock and slaps it.
She then gets into doggystyle position on the bed and she says ” Mommies back is itchy can 1 of you get behind me and scratch mommies back please? “. Her youngest son gets on the bed behind her and placing the head of his cock at her vagina he pushes it in and starts scratching her back, Jessica moans and says ” You boys always know how to make mommy feel better “. She looks at her other son and says ” Mommies head itches can you scratch it for mommy? ” her other son gets on the bed infront of her and sliding his cock in her mouth he scratches her head.
Her youngest sons says ” Do you like that mom? do you like it when I scratch your back? as he keeps fucking her wet pussy and her oldest son says ” Yeah mommy do you like it when I scratch your head? she moans as she’s fucked by her 2 sons. They get off their mother and one of them says ” Do you feel better mommy? ” and Jessica smiles and says ” Mommy loves you both very much, you always know how to make mommy feel so good now come and give your mom a big hug “. She lays on the bed and one of her sons gets under her and sticks his rock hard cock into her ass while her other son gets inbetween her legs and rams his cock into her pussy and they gangbang her. Jessica moans loudly and says ” Oh my big strong boys you really want to make mommy happy? I want you to shoot your loads deep inside my pussy “. Her sons fuck her harder, faster and deeper and both of them scream ” YOU LIKE THIS MOMMY? YOU LIKE IT WHEN YOUR SONS FUCK YOU HARD LIKE THIS? ” and she screams ” YES FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR MOMMY HARD, CUM INSIDE YOUR MOMMY” and she orgasms all over their cocks.
Her sons fuck her until her son moans and screams ” I’M CUMMING MOMMY ” and he cums deep into her pussy, he pulls it out and his brother pulls his cock out of her ass and shoves it her pussy and after a few hard pumps he screams ” I’M CUMMING, I’M GOING TO MAKE MOMMY A MOMMY AGAIN ” and he cums into her womb. She sits on her own bed as her 2 sons sperm starts leaking out of her wet cunt and she says ” So did you boys like that? did you like fucking your mother ” and one of her sons says ” Honestly, yeah my cock was harder than it’s ever been and I cummed so hard ” and her other son says ” Yeah me too, I wasn’t to sure about it at first but it was amazing “.
Jessica says ” Wow I would love to be a fly on the wall if you boys ever saw your real mom naked or in her bra and underwear, I wander what you boys would do? ” her older son says ” That’s nasty but assuming she acted like you then I’d giver a night she would never forget “. Her youngest son says ” well she hasn’t had sex in such a long time, I’m sure she would love to have some cock ” Jessica says ” She does, wait,,, I mean I bet she would ” . Jessica gets up and says ” I have to go now but we definately have to do the mommy and son role-play again ” she goes to the bathroom to wipe the sperm from her cunt, then putting on her coat she says ” Good bye boys, I’ll see you very soon ” and she leaves her appartment.
Around midnight she comes back home and says ” Mommies home, how are my big strong handsome boys? so what did you boys do while I was gone? ” her oldest son says ” Not much, just hung around and watched t.v “. Jessica goes to her room to get changed and she comes out in a tiny robe that shows off her long sexy legs and feet and she sits between her 2 sons and says ” My back is really itchy can one of you scratch it? ” her 2 sons look at eachother and start laughing as her older brother starts scratching her back. Jessica says ” What’s so funny? ” and her youngest son says ” Oh it’s nothing, we just both remembered a funny story a friend told us “, Jessica says ” this stupid robe, my back still itches, then she stand up and takes off her robe revealing a tiny black bra and black thong underwear and she says ” could you scratch my back again please? “.
Her 2 sons look at eachother in shock and Jessica says ” what’s wrong boys? you’ve seen me in my underwear before, it’s not like I’m naked “. Her 2 sons take off their clothes until their both only in their boxers and her oldest son says ” Well if your going to get comfortable then so are we ” Jessica stares at the obvious erections that both her sons are sporting and she says ” Wow you boys look like your really happy to see me or is there screwdriver in both your shorts? “. Her younger son pulls down his boxer and his rock hard cock pops out and he says ” Nope, no screwdriver here ” then his brother pulls down his shorts revealing his rock hard cock and he says ” Same here, no screwdriver just Mr, Happy ” Jessica says ” Wow I had no idea you boys were so big down there, wait,,, you call your penis Mr Happy? “.
He says ” yes and right now Mr Happy is very, very happy ” before Jessica can say anything her other son says ” Yeah I call mine Mommies big boy and right now he’s very, very happy too “. Her oldest son says ” what about you mom do you have a name for your parts? ” she laughs and says ” well it’s very silly ” she grabs her large breats in her hands and she says ” I call these The Man Traps ” then she points to her vagina and says ” I call this this The Man Eater ” then turning around and pointing to her ass wich her thong does not cover she says ” I call this The Man Breaker “. She can see that her 2 sons cocks have gotten even harder in their shorts and she sits on the couch and says ” Doesn’t that hurt you fellas? you know when your really hard but it’s trapped in your shorts? “.
Her oldest son says ” Yeah it does but it’s not like we can just take off our shorts ” and she says ” Why not? it’s not like I’ve never seen them before, I used to bath you remember? go ahead both of take them off if it’s hurting you “. Both her sons look at eachother and they both take off their shorts exposing their rock hard cock and their balls to their mother and she says ” Does that feel better? ” and they both say at the same time ” YES “. Her youngest son feeling really brave looks at his older brother, winks and says ” What about you mom? were both naked here so it’s only fair that you get naked too ” Jessica smiles and says ” Oh you boys don’t want to see your fat momma naked “. Her oldest son says ” Fat? what are you talking about? all my friends at school say your the hottest milf they have ever seen ” Jessica smiles, laughs and then says ” Wow that’s a compliment I think ” then she says ” Oh ok, what the hell, besides this bra is killing me ” and her sons watch as she removes her bra exposing her huge tits and her youngest son says ” Wow, they look really familiar “. Jessica says ” What do you mean? ” her son paniks and says ” I mean they look like some breasts we saw on the internet “.
They both stare at their mothers huge tits and their cock are rock hard and pointing right at her, then they both look down at her crotch and one of them says ” I bet that thong is pretty uncomfortable too? “. Jessica says ” A little but I’m not taking them off ” her 2 sons look at eachother then look at her and scream ” BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR WERE SHOWING YOU OUR JUNK , IT’S ONLY FAIR THAT YOU SHOW US YOURS “. She looks at her boys, smiles and says ” Well that does sound fair ” and they watch as she takes off her thong.
Her 2 sons star at her hairless pussy for a long time and she says ” Hello boys, Earth to my boys, is everyting ok? ” her oldest son swallows hard and says ” listen mom do you need anything? a massage, a foot rub ” and her youngest son says ” A big hug? “. Jessica smiles, laughs and says ” Wow why so much heart warming affection all of the sudden? ” she then says ” Well to be honest I could use a shoulder massage and a foot massage ” Her youngest son sits on the couch and says ” Come and sit over here mom between my legs, I can massage you you with all 3 arms “. Jessica laughs and sits infront of her son between his legs and feels his rock hard cock rub against her back. Her other son gets on his knees infront of her and grabbing one of her legs he starts massaging her feet, his eyes keepshifting trying to look at her labia.
Jessica eyes are closed and she moans as her 2 naked sons massage her shoulders and feet, her older son slowly seperating her legs getting a good view of her vagina hole while her younger sons cock keeps rubing against her back, his hand sliding up and down her naked body just under her large tits. Jessica says ” Thank you boys I feel so much better now, so give momma a great big hug, get some sleep and I’ll see you both tomorrow, she stands up and her older son hugs her from the front and she feels his rock hard cock between her legs sliding against her vagina but before she can say anything her younger son hugs her from behind and she feel his rock hard cock slide between her ass cheecks.
She says ” Seriously, I don’t know how you boys can walk around with those things? it looks like they have minds of their own ” she smiles and says ” They almost went inside my holes ” and she laughs then picking up her bra and thong she puts her tiny robe back on says ” Ok boys, goodnight and see you tommorow “. Her 2 sons just stand there starring at her walking away their rock hard cock pulsing and one of them says ” Wait mom, do you think it would be cool if we could do this whole naked thing again? ” Jessica smiles and says ” Sure, I don’t see any reason not too “. The 2 boys go to their rooms and one of them says ” I was so close, I was almost inside her vagina ” and his brother says ” Yeah me too, if I had gotten just a bit closer “.
As they lay in their seperate beds thinking about what almost happened the older brother says ” is it just me or did her body look exactly like Christinas? ” and his brother says ” No way, all chicks shave their pussies these days ” and then he says ” I wander if mom would freak out if we met her tomorrow morning completely naked? ” and they both laugh and the other brother says ” Only one way to find out “, and they both go to sleep..
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Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

This is the fourth chapter of the series. I admit this one got a little too long, but I didn’t find a good breaking point, so it is what it is. For those waiting for steamier sex scenes, this chapter finally delivers it. Again, please feel free to leave comments and suggestions; many of them have been very helpful and were added.

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Family Circus – Ch. 6

We woke suddenly in the morning when we heard Mom say, “Time to wake up!” I startled awake to find her standing in the den, looking down on us. She hadn’t gotten dressed yet and was as she slept, naked. Vickie woke with a start, me with a sleep erection slipping out of her as she jumped up off the couch. “Did you two sleep well, I assume?” Mom asked, with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Vickie headed out of the den as Mom told me, “You know this isn’t right, don’t you? If anyone else finds out they’ll think very badly of us. I don’t know what to think of us, myself.”
“I don’t know either. Everything just changed suddenly when I had that damn dream and woke up with this size. I can’t explain it, can you?” I asked.
“No, I can’t either. I just have the urge to throw all caution to the wind since you waved that thing waved around in front of me,” she answered. “Get up and get going. We need to leave soon. I’m going to go get dressed.”
The two and a half hour ride to Gram’s house was about the same as all our rides there, nothing much out of the ordinary. When we got there, we carried mine and Vickie’s bag into the house and met Gram at the door for our usual hugs hello. Gram was in her mid-sixties, still real sharp witted and not slowing down much physically. Her two sisters, each a little older than she lived nearby and the three of them were great pals along with a couple of their friends they’d known since grade school. The whole group of them was without husbands for various reasons, divorce, death, etc., and I’d seen them get pretty randy, especially after they’d had a few highballs and sat around swapping stories, memories, and gossip. They always seemed to know who was doing what to or with whom in the area and could caw about it seemingly without end.
Gram’s house had no air conditioning and was pretty warm in the summer though a nice breeze through all the open windows seemed to mitigate the heat to some degree anyway. We were sitting there in her living room drinking iced tea chatting about this and that when Mom suddenly said, “Mother, you should see Bobby. He’s suddenly grown up, way up.”
“What do you mean, Sarah?” Gram asked Mom, “He looks about the same size as last time I saw him at Christmas.”
“No, Mother, that’s not what I mean. Bobby, show her what I’m talking about,” Mom told me. Gram grew up on the farm so reproductive stuff, penises, testicles, vaginas pretty much just rolled off her like water off a duck in a very matter of fact manner. Besides that, I was getting very used to showing off my “new” equipment, actually growing to enjoy it, get a thrill out of it. In addition, Gram had seen Vickie and I both naked as we grew up, playing in the sprinkler and wading pool in the back yard naked, getting baths at her house, etc. So it didn’t faze me in the least. I stood up from the couch facing Gram in her overstuffed chair, undid my cargo pants, pulled them down along with my boxers, then straightened back up for her to see my hanging penis and testicles.
“Mercy sakes!” Gram exclaimed. “When did that happen? Come over here Bobby so I can get a closer look.” I shuffled across the floor with my pants first at my knees, then my ankles as they fell all the way down with my shuffling. Standing right in front of Gram, she reached out with her right hand and lifted my penis, cupping it softly in her hand and looked behind it at the orbs of my testicles, hanging there so low in my scrotum. Like she was checking a breeding farm animal, she reached out with her left hand and palmed my scrotum and hefted the testicles within. “My gosh, you’re built like a sire horse, Bobby.” She let go of my scrotum but continued holding my penis in her right hand as she asked Mom, “When did you say this happened?”
“About a week ago. He woke up that size. I didn’t think it was normal so I took him to see the doctor. She checked him over, did a check of his semen, had us measure semen output for a week, then checked him again. As far as I’ve been told, it’s unusual, very unusual but everything other than his size looks normal to her,” Mom related.
“Well I don’t recall ever seeing anything like this on a man before. A horse maybe but not a man,” Gram replied. “Reminds me of that horse we had when your aunts and I were girls. I mean the one we sold semen from.” As she continued to hold my penis I could feel myself beginning to engorge, getting a little heavier, thicker in her hand. Gram released my penis and instead of hanging back straight down with my testicles I arched out a bit, curving down along its length. “Bobby, you go put that thing away and let it calm down now,” she told me with a chuckle.
“I’m going to take our junk upstairs,” I told nobody in particular as I pulled up my pants and arranged myself. Picking up my bag and Vickie’s, I headed for the stairs followed by Vickie. After I dropped Vickie’s bag in her room, I went on into mine, unpacked, and put my stuff away.
Vickie came into my room saying, “Shhhhh, come out here.” I followed her out into the hall to the air return register in the floor. As kids we’d discovered that it was like a string and tin can telephone, piping conversations from the living room upstairs very clearly. We’d spent a lot of evenings listening in on the adult conversations after we were supposed to be in our rooms in the evening. “Listen,” she whispered.
I could hear Mom telling Gram, “I’m certain those kids are having ‘relations’.”
Gram told her, “Well, you know they are adults now. There’s not a whole lot you can do about it.”
Mom asked, “So I’m supposed to just ignore the fact that my two children are screwing each other? They’ve been at each other like rabbits ever since Bobby woke up with that damn penis and testicles. Heck, I can hardly keep my hands off of it. Did you know that I insisted on ‘helping’ him follow the doctor’s orders to ‘masturbate to orgasm’ and measure his output? No, of course you didn’t know but you do now.”
Gram said, “Well, you know, when I was young, there was a lot more of that going on than anyone ever admitted. When we were young, my sisters and I played ‘doctor’ with our brother. Hell, if he had been carrying a penis like that boy of yours I’d probably have screwed him myself. The bottom line is they have to live their own lives and we can’t do much about it. Hopefully neither of them will get hurt by it. Vickie is on birth control, right?”
“Yeah, she is, for several years now,” Mom replied.
“Then I think you’re best to let it go, Sarah. Maybe it’ll play itself out in the long run,” Gram’s tone made it clear that she thought the discussion was settled.
“I need to get going. I’ll say goodbye to the kids,” Mom stated. We heard her get up and walk toward the stairs so we quietly bolted into our respective rooms. When Mom came in I acted like I was just finished putting my clothes in the drawers.
“Goodbye, honey. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” Mom told me as she hugged me. Vicki and I walked with her out to her car and wished her goodbye.
Back inside Vickie asked Gram, “Is the badminton set still in the shed?”
“As far as I know,” Gram replied.
“We should get it out and set it up, Bobby,” Vickie told me.
“Sure, later,” I replied.
“Why later?” Vickie asked.
Gram said, “Just go ahead and do it now, if you want to.”
So Vickie and I went out to the shed, got the badminton stuff and set it up. While we were doing it, Gram came out and sat on the screened backporch, drinking iced tea. When we finished putting up the set, we went up on the porch with her and I discovered she was drinking one of her highballs, whiskey and a splash of water on the rocks. We took our seats in chair on the porch and sat there silently as Gram rocked and sipped her whiskey. Vickie broke the silence saying, “Gram, this back porch and back yard bring back a lot of memories. We played a lot out here. Slept a lot of summer nights on this porch to be cooler than in the house.”
“I know, girl. I remember it all very well. My memory hasn’t gone yet,” Gram replied.
“Remember how when we were young we used to play out here naked almost all day? No cares in the world,” Vickie said.
“Yes, I was just thinking about that. Now you’re all grown up, soon will have responsibilities, childhood’s gone,” Gram replied.
“Well, would you mind if we played badminton naked again for old time’s sake?” Vickie asked.
“It doesn’t matter a whit to me, girl,” Gram said matter of factly. “You’re still just my little grandkids as far as I’m concerned.”
“Thanks, Gram!” Vickie exclaimed as she jumped up and hugged her. Vickie looked at me and jerked her head toward the back door as she headed that way. I followed her into the pantry and then the kitchen.
“I was about to take my clothes off right there on the porch,” I told her.
“No, let’s do it upstairs then go back out. It gives us an excuse to be walking around the house naked,” Vickie told me.
“Oh, I see where you’re headed with this,” I replied. Up in our rooms we shed our clothes in a flash and met each other in the hallway to head back downstairs. Out through the porch to the backyard where we played a game of badminton just like in the old days except for my penis and testicles never flopped and swung around like they did now and Vickie definitely didn’t have those bouncing tits either. Just watching her running back and forth was made me engorge to the arching downward state, standing out away from my testicles. Finished with the game, I noticed that Gram ws no longer on the backporch.
We headed into the kitchen to get some water and Gram called us from the living room, “Come in here, kids, and see your great aunts.” With Vickie’s implementation of her plan, we had to go in just as naked as we were and in we went. As we walked in naked, Gram said, “As I warned you, they’ve been reliving their youth of playing naked in the backyard.”
“Hi, Aunt Liz, Hi, Aunt Lucille,” we both said, almost in unison. They each had a highball in their hand, and they looked like they were near the bottom of whatever round they were on.
Aunt Lucille said, “Come here, boy. Let me take a look at you. Martha said you’d grown quite a set of equipment.” I was a little surprised to here my great aunt refer to my penis and testicles as “equipment” but I went over to where she was sitting and stood facing her next to her overstuffed chair. Like Gram, she reached out with one hand to heft the equipment. Lifting my penis she peeked at my testicles and exclaimed, “For heaven’s sake, Bobby’s hung like that horse Daddy sold semen from.” Another big sip of her highball and she held it out to Vickie. “Can you get me a refill, Not too much water, now.” All the while she had a grip on my penis with one hand and after Vickie relieved her of he glass she reached out to cup my testicles and lift them gently. Letting them back down she said, “I guess he’s not quite as big as that horse, but damn near.” Still holding tight on my penis except now her hand had drifted down to the point that she was exerting a downward force with my penis basically holding her hand out in the air.
“You remember how we used to argue over who was going to coax the semen from that onery horse?” Aunt Lucille asked the room in general.
Vickie walked back into the room with the now full glass. “We’ve never heard this story,” she said.
“Well girl,” Aunt Lucille continued with only minimal prodding, “Liz, Martha, and I, once we learned how to do it, all wanted to play with that horse’s thing until we got him to fill the cup. Then we’d give it to Dad and he’d refrigerate it until whoever requested it came and got it. Some folks wanted several loads at once and we’d have to wait a bit and then do that horse a couple more times, adding each to the collected semen. It got so we were out there pleasuring that horse every afternoon after school whether we needed to or not. Becky and Julie even started doing it with us. We learned a lot about arousing the male anatomy, I tell you.” She still had a grip on me and between that and the story I was getting aroused but with the weight of Aunt Lucille’s arm holding it down, my penis was simply engorging and waiting for its chance to be free from the extra weight. Its chance came soon when she released her grip and it basically climbed quickly to a full erection, standing out and up a fair amount above horizontal. Out of curiosity, I had actually measured an erection to see how big it was and it turned out to be nearly twelve inches when fully aroused.
Aunt Liz laughed and said, “Lucille, I think you’ve aroused that male anatomy, just like that damn horse.” I saw a smile on all three of the sisters’ faces as Aunt Liz continued, “You might as well finish the job you started, Lucille but let me get another highball first.”
Vickie said, “I’ll get one for you, Aunt Liz,” as she took her glass and headed into the kitchen, the wiggle of her cute butt cheeks doing its best to arouse me further.
Lucille said to nobody in particular, “Well, let’s see if I remember my stuff,” as she began to stroke the length of my penis with a light grip. “Is that working, boy?” she asked me.
“Oh yeah, it’s working,” I said through gritted teeth.
Lucille yelled out toward the kitchen, “Vickie, bring back a paper cup when you come back with my highball.” She was stroking my penis faster now and reached out with her left hand and began fondling my testicles, lifting them, lightly massaging them with her fingertips, lowering them. I was really rising fast and I realized that being jacked off in front of an “audience” really turned me on. My knees were beginning to flex just slightly as Vickie came back with the highball for Aunt Liz and a paper cup she handed to Lucille after Lucille let go of my testicles. “I think he’s just about there, aren’t you boy? I can tell just as well as I could with that horse.”
“Oh yeah,” was all I could say before I stretched my legs, felt my testicles tighten, tried to keep breathing regularly, and then began to cum. Lucille was ready with the paper cup and held it with my penis aimed at it as I shot four large ropes of semen into it then three small spurts, followed by a dribble that Lucille skimmed into the cup using the rim.
Gram said, “You haven’t lost your touch, Lucille. You always could make that horse release faster than the rest of us.” I was starting to feel lightheaded but I couldn’t get away from Lucille because she hadn’t released her grip on my softening penis.
Lucille let go of me and looked in the Dixie Cup as she stood up saying, “You did okay, boy. A pretty good ejaculation. You didn’t figure an old woman like me would know a fancy word like that, did you?” She turned and walked toward the kitchen with the cup as I sat down on the floor, legs crossed, penis, testicles, and ass on the cool hardwood of the floor. I was wondering what the deal was with older women and having to jack it as soon as they layed eyes on my penis. Amazing.
Vickie said, “Let’s go back outside, Bobby,” and headed toward the kitchen. I climbed my way up off the floor and followed her out the back door. As soon as our feet hit the grass of the lawn, Vickie turned around and clinched me in a tight embrace, her tits squashed up against my chest, my penis arching down between her thighs. “Watching her jack you off made me hotter than a firecracker. Here I need you and you’re all used up,” she told me.
“I may still have something left in me that can help you out with your problem. Let’s go down to the creek,” I suggested.
“Okay. I’ll go get some towels,” she said over her shoulder as she headed back into the house. I went back up onto the porch to wait for her and sat down on the day bed that Gram kept out there. Vickie took longer than I expected.
When she returned, she was snickering to herself. “I went in quietly so they didn’t know I was there and I heard them all talking about how they’d like to bend themselves over the kitchen table and have you use that thing of yours on them. After I listened for a bit, I made enough noise for them to hear me coming. It was pretty funny, you’ve got a bunch of old lady relatives who want to jump your penis.”
“Yeah, well they’ll have their chance since we’ll be here for three or four weeks, I guess,” I replied as we began walking toward the back of the property. On the creek bank, in the shade of a large oak we spread our towels out and I laid down on mine. After laying her towel out, Vickie didn’t bother with it but instead laid down next to me on my towel and began to caress my penis lightly with her fingertips.
It responded by engorging slightly. As Vickie lifted herself up to squat over me she guided my partially erect penis into her pussy and eased herself down onto it. “Good thing about that dick of yours is that it doesn’t even have to be that hard to fill me up,” she said with a slight smile on her face. She began to ride her hips on me, front to back, slowly then gradually building up speed until she was bucking back and forth on me about as fast as she probably could. After being jacked off by the old ladies, I was real slow in becoming aroused this time and Vickie was able to ride me to several orgasms of her own, her tits swaying and bouncing in time with the rapid hammering of her hips back and forth. Expended, Vickie laid down full length on me saying, “You didn’t cum, you didn’t even get hard. You tired?”
“Yeah, I think so. But it was nice, felt good even if I didn’t cum,” I replied.

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the perfect little sister

Miranda my little sister just lay on my bed watching me get changed for bed. She reminded me of a cat the way she lie there unmoving her long raven black hair pillowed around her head, but it was her soft dark eyes half closed yet watching every movement with keen interest that told me she wasn’t here out of innocent boredom.
It was when I started to open my blue jeans that her eyes finally came open and she slightly lifted her head. I pushed down my pants and underwear together then stopped before my dick sprang into view. “Why do you come in here and watch me change every night”? I asked feeling a bit embarrassed by her overt attentions. Miranda just shrugged lifted her head so she could lay with it propped up on her hand then asked, “Hey Mitch, you ever…well you know… do it with a girl”?
Stunned by her question I found myself replying automatically, “No… not yet”. Then proudly puffed up my chest and added, “But I have kissed a girl and she even let me touch her tit”! Miranda just smiled crookedly then unbelieving asked, “Oh really? Who did you kiss”? Embarrassed I looked to my feet feeling my ears go red. “You remember Becky Parks, Jason’s sister”? Miranda nodded yes. “We were in the same class together last year”. “Yeah well her brother sort of dared me too”. So you felt her up? Wow Mitch what was it like”? I guess this dreamy smile crossed my face as I remembered how soft and warm she felt. How Becky smelled like spring flowers and her lips tasted of strawberry. “It was okay I guess”.
“Mitch, don’t be like that! Tell me everything”! I pulled my pants back up, turned towards the door and said, “Look I’m going to finish changing in the bathroom. You should go back to your room too”. Miranda pounced on me like a cat catching a mouse. Her hand whipped out catching my wrist that was holding my pants up. “No wait… I wanted to see…” She didn’t need to finish. I followed her line of sight right to the front of my jeans and knew, my little sis wanted to see my dick!
It was a very awkward moment and most likely if nothing happened we would have stayed like that unmoving all night. What saved us was mom calling from the living room, “Miranda, come help me for a minute”! My little sis eyes still lasered in on my pants whispered, “I got to go”. Then started for the door, just as she reached it I called out, “Hey wait a second”! Then pushed my pants to the floor, my cock now rock hard sprang out! Miranda’s eyes went as big around as a saucer. Mom called again, “Miranda, did you hear me”? She snapped out of her trance called back, “Coming mom”! She stopped herself long enough to lift the hem of her nightgown, showing me her white cotton panties. She giggled embarrassedly, wiggled her hips and left my room saying, “Thanks Mitch! Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you more”?
I didn’t understand what was going on with my baby sis. Girls were still this major mystery and what little the school rumor mill knew about girl’s one thing was certain. Girls weren’t supposed to be as interested in sex like we boys were. Miranda was acting like it was all that was on her mind at least my cock was of great interest to her? When she left my room closing the door behind her I just stood there with my dick in my hand wondering what might have happened if mom didn’t pick that very moment to call? The only thing I knew as fact was I liked the way my sister smiled with I showed her my boner!
The next night was a Friday. Mom and dad were getting ready to go out for the evening, “Okay kids, you be good and don’t stay up to late okay”? “Okay mom, have a good time”! “Bye mom, Bye dad, have a good time”! We said like we always did only this time I could feel a real sexual tension coming from my sis.
As soon as mom and dad were out the front door Miranda came and lay next to me on the couch. Her little hand went straight for the front of my shorts and rubbing the flat of her hand over my now growing dick she whispers, “Hurry up and show it to me! I want to see it again Mitch, please”! I put my hand over hers and held it still while I listened for the sound of our parent’s car leaving. I waited until I saw the headlight move across the windows in the front of the house signifying they had really left for the night. Miranda watched with me and once we were sure they were gone we turned our heads to face each other and I said, “Okay but you have to show me yours too”!
I swear to god you never saw two kids move so fast to strip out of their clothes. Like a race to see who would finish first. I stepped out of my shorts slightly ahead of Miranda who was hopping around on one foot trying to get her panties free of her foot. When she did stand upright she whined, “No fair you had lees clothes to take off”! I stood there looking at my sisters naked body and felt overwhelmed by lustful desires. Miranda followed my line of sight right to her puckered bald pink pussy then giggled, “See something you like Mitch”? Slowly I tore my eyes away, gulped and nodded yes dumbly.
I can’t really say how we ended back on the couch, lying on our sides facing each other. All I knew was we lain so my face was looking right between my sister’s open legs. Now I’d seen my sister’s pussy before. You know back when we were little and mom made us take baths together. It still looked much the same, a smooth bald mound broken by a slit of flesh that ran up the middle, hiding a deeper pink within. Only now her pussy seemed different, more mysterious alluring, almost beckoning! Somehow in the last couple years my sister’s pussy and become erotic!
Miranda lay with my dick right at eye level. Both her soft hands eagerly explored every bump fold and vein. She even cupped my nut sack testing the weight before going back to flipping it from side to side studying in great detail what a boys things looked like close up.
For my part I was not quite so brazen. Hesitantly my fingers tenderly parted the silky soft outer lips to see what secrets lay hidden. Her vulva parted for me like the opening of some rare fleshy flower. Things I’d only heard about in passing blossomed before my eyes, Clitoris, Libya, Vaginal opening. Overlaid in my mind was the anatomy image from a text book. I remembered the part names from health class I just didn’t understand what they did?
Miranda’s clit peeked out of its hood looking kind of purple and swollen. I reached my other hand in and sticking out a finger flicked it lightly. “Oooo. Mitch… what are you doing”? Miranda asked after doing this sharp intake of breath. I flicked her little love button again remembering the guys at school saying this was where girls liked to be rubbed. “Oh god… what are you doing to me? Mitch…Please…Aha that’s nice”!
As I fingered my little sister’s puss I became aware of her hips rocking in time with my touch. I placed the flat of my finger over her bump and pressed down in it. She shuttered then scolded, “Don’t tease me! Go back to doing what you did before”! I did and in reward Miranda started to pump her fist over my shaft.
Things sort of get blurry from there. I could feel my nuts tighten and fill with seamen as my baby sis worked my cock. I dimly recall putting a finger in her hole and Miranda humping my hand like a woman possessed! My sister came first clamping her thighs closed on my hands. She body jerked wildly as I tried to keep doing what she liked. Shuttering in tempo with her orgasm she wrapped her arms around my legs, I felt my cock brush her cheek as she nuzzled her nose in my pubic hair. Finally she yelled, “Stop… no more okay! Let me do you now”!
Miranda pulled me around so I lay flat on my back. She sat on my chest facing my feet. Both her hands took up my cock and she pumped her fists quickly in this death grip. Because she was leaned way over I found myself staring right up her butt crack. Her little puckered rosebud that was her asshole seemed to wink at me! I just wanted a closer look at it so I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back. Miranda thought I wanted to do something else so she lifted up, scooted back and came down with her puss right on my mouth!
Once my friend Jason had found this porn site on the internet, a very short movie showed this guy giving a girl head. I kind of knew what was expected to a darted my tongue tip out and started hunting around for her clitty. When I finally felt her bump Miranda arched her back and let out the low pitched growling groan deep in her throat! That told me she liked it so I puckered my lips sucked her button in and flicked my tongue across it!
Three things hooked me on pussy eating. First was the taste, sweet and musky. The second part was how my baby sister went absolutely wild humping my face! She loved being eaten out and later would beg me to do it again and again! But the real thrill that turned me into a devout pussy eater came when after a minute my own little sister opens her mouth and sucked my cock!
Nothing in my life had prepared me for the feeling of a hot wet mouth engulfing my dick then bobbing her head on it like a sewing machine! Miranda was obvious to what she was doing. My sister was on the verge of her own orgasm. I knew because her moaned her pleasure with my cock stuffed in her mouth! So intent she was on her approaching climax I don’t think she even noticed when my seamen flooded her mouth! She just swallowed and kept on moaning and sucking! Shit it felt like she was going to suck my nuts out the way she redoubled her efforts. Once my last drop drained in her, the pleasure turned sharp and almost painful, but little Miranda never skipped a beat and sucked me right back to full hardness.
When Miranda came she arched her back and body trembling screamed, “Oh God….Put your fingers in me! Fuck me with your fingers….Please”! I did and she exploded as soon as they entered her. I had to use one hand to keep her from falling over. I was drowning in her pussy juices making it hard to keep it up. My nose plugged up and I felt like I was choking, but still I lapped away at her puss! I wanted to make my baby sis cum for me again!
Miranda fell limply across my body. Her hand tenderly took up my cock again. She rubbed my shaft against her cheek and leaned in to kiss it right at the base. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest like she’d just run a marathon. I couldn’t quite reach her back so I ended up stroking her ass cheeks to calm her down. We lay together like that for a good long time, Miranda idly playing with my dick while I rubbed her butt. It was all so calming yet intimate I just felt like I could stay like this forever. Without thinking about it the words escaped my lips, “So like… do you want to be my girlfriend from now on”?
Miranda rolled to her side. Her hand never let go of my cock, it was her toy now and she wasn’t about to give it up. She looked me in the eye and with a serious expression asked, “If I say yes can we do this again”? “I guess we have to keep it a secret, you know us being brother and sister” Miranda perked, “I don’t mind that you’re my brother”! I smiled back at her loving face before replying, “You may be my little sister but you’re still the most beautiful sexy girl I ever saw in my entire life! So I’d love it if you were my girl”! Would you believe after all we’d already done she blushes and dropped her eyes embarrassedly? Since she didn’t answer I prompted her. “Well… what do you think”?
Miranda flipped around so she could sit her bottom on my belly, she tossed her long black hair over her shoulder as her hands on my chest steadied her balance. She playfully looked down at me and asked, “Do you like me Mitch”? “I shook my head and said, “No… I love you! That’s why I asked”! She gave me this crooked smile then lifting up on her knees she leaned in and kissed me right on the mouth, with tongue! As we kissed I felt her hand snaked between our bodies. She guided my tip right to her opening then to my utter amazement pushed herself back!
Miranda was wet enough that my cock just popped into her all at once. Well at least a couple of inches of it. She held still letting herself get accustomed to the intruder stretching her wider than she expected. After a moment she broke out kiss and asked, “So how do I feel to you”! “Oh shit your pussy is way better than your mouth”! She sat up a little again propping herself up on her hands. She looked down to where we joined then looked back at me. “If I do this you have to promise never to stick it any other girls”! “You’re the only girl I’d ever want to put it in anyway so yeah I promise”! She lifted up and pushed down hard! I felt her cherry pop! Buried all the way in she slipped down to take every bit of me in! I could see her wince and worried she might be hurt bad. Miranda took a long calming breath, looked down again to see, “Wow its all in there”! “Yeah it is, how does it feel”? “That fucken hurt! Now I just feel all stuffed like I ate too much”! “I can take it out if you want”? “No it’s fine, I kind of like you in me”! “Well you cunt feels awesome to me”!
Miranda loves to hear complements and hearing her cunt felt awesome made her smile, at first. Then she frowned and scolded, “Well hurry up and cum in me! I’m really sore down there so don’t take all day”! I reached up and pulled her down to me. Miranda hugged me tight and as I started to hump up at her she humped down to match my rhythm.
Now let’s be honest with each other. I wasn’t about to last long. I was blowing my load in my sister in just over a minute. But the way her cunt muscles gripped my cock I wasn’t about to go soft. Miranda knew by my actions when I squirted too. Hell how could she not notice the way I rammed it up her then held still while my cock erupted? I gave her another half dozen strokes then lay back and let the rest drain.
I stroked my sister’s hair and back lovingly, “You can get off now if you want”? She shook her head no, “I like being like this, besides, I’m your girlfriend now. This is where I belong”!

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After Shocks

Living in California all my life I had gotten use to all the earthquakes but I had no idea that the next one would change my life forever. My name is Jayden Black and I’m your average 15 year old white male living with my single mom Melissa in four and a half condo. Mom works full time at a bank and she hasn’t dated anyone since dad died 4 years ago, I have told her many times that she should meet someone that can make her happy but she always says ” Your the only man in my life that I care about “. At 35 Mom is a very attractive woman and everytime I would meet her at the bank where she works for lunch she is always getting hit on by multiple men but she says ” I would rather have lunch dates with you and not some guy who only wants one thing “..
News reports all over California have been saying that there will be a very strong earthquake and while they can’t predict when they all say that it will be 5.5 or more. On Saturday morning I woke up with my usual morning wood and had to pee really badly, I always sleep nude so I put on my robe and head towards the bathroom but mom is taking a shower. I knock on the door and say ” Sorry mom but I really have to piss ” and she says ” It’s ok come in “, after pissing I turn towards the bathroom sink so I can wash my hands when everything starts to shake. I hold on to the sink to stop myself from falling and mom tries to grab the shower curtain but the rings snap and she starts falling forward, I grab her by the waist and get her on the ground and then getting on top of her I use my body as a shield to protect her from falling glass and debris.
She’s on her hands and knees trying to make herself as small as possible but her body keeps shaking with fear and I’m both behind her and on top of her trying to shield her however I never had a chance to close my robe so the shaft of my penis is inbetween her vagina lips. The earthquake doesn’t stop in fact it gets worse and mom is terrified, her whole body is shaking with fear and as her body shakes my body betrays me and my cock gets rock hard. A small piece of the sink breaks off and lands right infront of moms face and she tries to move but as she backs into me my Rock hard cock slides deep into her vagina but before she can say anything the rest of the sink and some parts of the wall fall and hit me in the head knocking me out cold and while my rock hard cock is still buried deep inside her it quickly deflates and slides out of her.
I wake up in a hospital bed and I see my mother sitting beside on a chair besid me holding my hand with a tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face, she says ” My big strong protector ” I ask here what happened and how I ended up here? ” she says ” After the earthquake stopped she called the ambulance and they brought you here ” she then says ” I spoke with the doctor and he told me that if you didn’t use your body to protect me I would have died “. She explains that the bathroom mirror had shattered during the quake and a large shard pierced my shoulder after I had been knocked out, she says ” If you hadn’t shielded me then that shard of glass would have went through my throat ” I look at my shoulder and can see the stiches.
She says ” The doctor told me that you might feel some pain in your arm but it will eventually get better but until then he gave me some pain killers “. As the city rebuilds after the devestating earthquake all schools are closed and mom was given some paid time off from work and after driving me to a motel she says ” Until the condo is fixed were going to be living here but don’t worry my insurance will cover everything and we should be back home in a month “. As soon as we enter the motel she gives me a big hug and kisses me on the lips and with tears in her eyes she says ” My big strong protector, you saved my life, I feel so safe with you ” and then kisses me on the lips again while still hugging me tight. I smile and says ” It’s ok mom, don’t cry everythings going to be ok ” and I try to hug her but my arm starts hurting really bad so she gives me some of the pain killers and a glass of water. I say ” Thanks mom ” and she says ” Mom makes me feel old call me Melissa LOL ” then she kisses me on the lips again and gives me another big long hug.
She says ” I’m going to go buy some clothes and grocereys and I’ll be back soon ok and after eating I’ll give a nice massage ” then kissing me on the lips again I say ” Ok Melissa I’ll see you soon “. I take a shower, put on a robe and then lay on the bed and watch some t.v and I’m assuming a side effect of the pain killers is fatigue because I fell asleep, I woke up to find Melissa sitting on my ass giving me massage and she says ” Oh your finally awake sleepy head now just relax and enjoy the massage, it’s the least I can do for the hero who saved my life ” the massage feels so good, she’s using her long nails to scratch my back. The pain killers are working because I’m feeling no pain and again the massage feels amazing but that’s when I realized that I’m completely naked and I say ” I was wearing a robe when I got into bed ” Melissa says ” yeah but it’s kind of hard to give my hero a massge if he’s wearing a robe so I took it off and turned you on your stomach ”
I turn my head to look at her and I can see that she’s wearing the robe I had on but It’s closed so I have no idea if she’s wearing anything underneath it. She says ” Just relax and enjoy the massage ” then she leans forward and kisses my ear and cheek and she says ” You make me feel so safe my strong protector ” and she massages me a bit more and then says ” I had ordered some pizza and it should be here soon, there’s another robe in the bathroom if you want to get dressed before the pizza man comes “. She gets off me and just stands there looking at me and I say ” Do you mind turning around? I am naked you know? ” and she turns around and as I get off the bed and head towards the bathroom she whistles and says ” Nice ass ” and she laughs.
I put on the robe and come out of the bathroom and see mom paying the pizza man who is starring at her in her robe and after closing the door she prepares 2 plates of pizza and 2 glasses of Iced Tea and we sit down to eat. While eating she says ” I need to ask you something, I’ve been thinking about it all day and I need to ask you about it ” I say ” what is it mom? ” and she says ” I told you don’t call me mom, call me Melissa ” and I say ” Oh sorry, ok what is it Melissa ? ” she takes a big gulp of Iced Tea and she says ” What do you remember about the earthquake when you were on top of me using your body to shield me? “. The truth is I remember everything that happened and I was hoping that she had forgotten so I played dumb and say ” Well to tell you the truth my memory about the whole thing is a little fuzzy, maybe it was that blow to the head, I don’t even remember being pierced with that shard of glass, why do you ask? “.
She looks at me and says ” Well at some point while you were protecting me you slid your rock hard cock deep inside me ” I look at her and there’s about 1 minute of silence and finally I say ” I, I couldn’t control it, my robe was open and your were naked and I ” she interupts me and says ” It’s ok you don’t have to explain or justify anything to me, because of you I’m still alive, my strong protector, my hero ” then she stands up and takes off her robe exposing her naked body to me. 1 part of me stares at her large breasts and her pussy with that little strip of hair but the other part of me reminds me that she’s my mother and I try to look away and she says ” You risked your life to save me and in the process you fucked me with that big cock of yours and I liked it and I want you to do it again ” and she starts moving towards me.
I get up and start backing away and say ” This is wrong we can do this, I’m your son ” and she says ” No, your more than that your my protector, my hero the one that makes me feel safe, safer than any other man ever has ” and she grabs my robe and tries to pull it off. I try to stop her but the pain in my arm comes back and she easily pulls my robe off she says ” It’s been so long since I had a mans cock inside me and I want it now ” her words are too much for me and once again my body betrays me and my cock gets rock hard. She gets a huge smile on her face and grabs my cock in her hand and starts to stroke it, then still holding my cock in her hand she leads me towards the bed and she pushes me so I’m now sitting on the bed and she gets on her knees in front of me.
She stares at it for a while strocking it then she kisses the head of my cock and she says ” My hero ” and she swallows my cock, she sucks my cock while playing with my balls but her eyes keep starring into mine. She stands up and then getting on to the bed she lays on her back and spreads her legs exposing her labia to me, the very same vagina I came out of 15 years ago. She slides a finger into her cunt and squeezing her tit with her other hand she says ” Fuck me, slide that big cock of yours deep inside my cunt and fuck me “. All logic has flown out the window at this point and now I’m running on pure instinct so putting one of her legs over my non injured shoulder and her other leg around my waist and I slide my cock deep into her cunt and I start to fuck her hard, fast and deep.
She’s is moaning like crazy lifting her ass into the air so she can take more of my cock into her cunt as I fuck her, she screams as she orgasms all over my cock. At 15 she’s my first and normally I would have cum 2 seconds after I put it in her put the numbing pain in my arm is keeping me from cumming early so I fuck her as hard as I can, we can both hear my balls slap against her ass. I keep fucking her hard and she starts rubbing her clit and soon she lets out another scream and she orgasms again. she screams ” Fuck me, fuck me my protector, my hero, my lover fuck my cunt ” this proves way to much and I scream ” I’m going to cum “.
She pushes me off her and then getting on her knees she take my cock into her mouth and starring into my eyes she sucks my cock until I moan and cum down her throat and she makes sure to swallow every drop. I fall on the bed and grab my arm in pain and she goes and gets me another pain killer and the rest of my Iced Tea and after a while the pain goes away and I’m laying there watching Melissa fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other until she orgasms 1 more time and she says ” It’s been so long, that was amazing, was it good for you lover? ” I smile and say ” Yeah, not bad for my first time “.
She tells me to get on my stomach and then sitting on my ass she gives me another amazing massage using those long nails of her to scratch my back, I can feel her pussy juices slide down my inner thigh and I don’t know if it was the fucking, pain killers or the massage but I fell asleep again. I woke up a few hours later to find Melissa sucking my rock hard cock and she says ” Hello mr Hero I want you to fuck me again “.
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Lightening Crashes

Mike hasn’t had sex for a year and a half. A storm, a scared sister and an unforseen accident changes his luck…

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When In Rome – 06

Author’s Notes Sorry Chapter 6 took so long – I’ve had some pretty annoying computer issues and it took longer to fix than the computer guy estimated. Plus, this chapter is 8,000 words long, so it took a little longer and I couldn’t find an acceptable way to split it.
If you’re a fan of this series, but rape isn’t something you want to read – just skip scene one. The next two are perfectly consentual. (For now, this rape scene looks like just a random, gratuitious act of violence – but I assure it, it will end up being a key part of the plot. I didn’t write it for “fun”).
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Julia – Sex? Rape.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________JULIA
Julia laughed as the drops of water spattered against her face. She spun to face her husband and pointed a teasing finger at his face. He was still leaning over the tub, smirking at her.
“Splash me again, and I promise, my love.. I will make you late.” She dropped her robe to the floor and reveled in the expression that crossed his face.
He glared at her, mock-fury on his face, but he couldn’t hide his smile for long. She loved that a smile, so unguarded on the face of an ex-soldier who had seen far too much for several lifetimes. She pressed her lips against his mouth, and then he kissed her nose and her eyelids.
“I must go.” He yanked her robe off the floor and tossed it to her, the smile never leaving his face. “Now put that back on or I’ll never make it out the door.”
He was a good man, her husband. The best she’d ever known. When she’d turned twenty, the man who owned her, Lykos, had auctioned her off, and she’d thought she’d be dead in days. But her Titus had shown up, and he’d bid every coin he had to his name. He’d gone broke to save her. To buy her freedom. To make her his wife.
He kissed her forehead before walking out the door. “I’ll be home by sunrise. I love you, Julia.”Not as much as I love you.
She was still smiling as she curled into their bed, a bed she’d taken so long to get used to. Now she couldn’t imagine ever going back to sleeping on a dirty straw covered floor in Lykos’ slave pens. She fell asleep, and dreamed of the beautiful, blond God of a man who had saved her life.
And she woke up to a nightmare.
She had felt the bed move, but she’d thought it was Titus, home early to sleep beside her. But the scarred man hovering over her was not blond like Titus. The knee forcing her legs wide open did not belong to her husband. The hand covering her mouth smelled like spices and sweat, not the wood her husband used to build homes.
She jerked her entire body, trying to fight off the strange body on top of her. She tried to scream. She moved her head just enough to sink her teeth into his fingers, but his hand moved only long enough to strike her across the face, and then it was on her throat, catching her frantic cries in a closed off throat.
“Please,” she tried to beg. She wasn’t a whore anymore. She wasn’t a willing body to be used by strangers. Her Titus had bought her freedom. “Get off me.”
The stranger laughed, and her blood ran cold. She was not blind or deaf to what was happening in Rome, and she cried out as he licked, licked, the side of her face.
She tried to rock her body upward, but her held her too tightly. One arm was around her throat, and she tried to dig at his face. Her nails raked at his skin, and she could see the blood welling in the tracks and was rewarded with another slap that somewhere closer to a punch.
His lips pressed against her ear and she felt her stomach turn as he forced his hand between her thighs. “Don’t fight it, Little Whore. The first time I fuck you will be in your husband’s bed.”First time? No, not if she could help it. There would be no ‘first time.’ Her heart pounded in her chest, ice flowed through her veins. She felt like she’d awoken from a nightmare and had yet to shake off the last vestiges of terror from the things she’d seen. But tears pooled in her eyes, because the nightmare was real.
His hand freed her throat, and she gasped for a breath just long enough to take in enough air to scream, but before she could make a sound, cloth was being shoved in her mouth. She clawed and punched at his chest as he tied the cloth gag firmly in place with rope. She could feel the coarse material chafing at the sides of her lips.
Her attacker was solid. Large. But he wasn’t young. He was an older man, perhaps she could fight her way free. She had to. She had to try. For Titus. She wouldn’t allow her husband to come home to find that his wife had been violated by another man.
She froze, waiting, and then she slammed her head forward and felt the sickening crunch of bone as her forehead hit him square in the nose. He howled, and blood -his blood- dripped onto her face just before his fist connected with her cheek. Pain bloomed just below her eye, and her attacker snarled at her like a vicious hound.
He dug his teeth into the side of her face before he whispered to her softly. “If you desire to live, let that be the last mistake you make, Julia.”
How did he know her name? Tears burned on her face, hotter on the left side where he’d punched her and she sagged against the bed as straddled her chest. He was so heavy, and she could feel his cock pressing between her breasts and it made her sick to her stomach. He had no right to touch her. She gasped for air as she realized what he was doing. What she was powerless to stop. He was tying her right hand to the bedpost. She whimpered around her gag. He’d said ‘if you desire to live.’ She tried to stop the panic seizing her body. What would be worse for her husband? Finding her alive and slightly damaged, or finding her dead in his bed? She took another breath. She’d been a whore for over half her life. This would not be the first cock she’d taken that she didn’t want. She could survive it. Titus could too.
She surrendered against the bed. She didn’t fight as he restrained her, but she didn’t look at him either. Giving up made her chest ache, and she sobbed around her gag as he rendered her immobile. He stroked her face, right where he’d hit her and she flinched away from him.
She looked up at him, her eyes flat and nearly as dead as she felt. Get it over with.
He laughed as if he could read her mind, and pressed her legs open. She shuddered as she forced her body not to fight him. She’d been trained for this. Lykos and his guards and friends had seen to that. She wanted to gag she she spread her own legs for him. Her body shook violently, her mind screaming her her to stop, as she spread herself wide open for this man.
She did gag as his fingers touched her slit. She was bone dry, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could think of Titus, but she would not dishonor her husband that way. She would suffer through this. And she would do nothing to ease her own discomfort.
“That’s such a good girl,” he cooed down at her as his fingers tried to press into her cunt. She closed her eyes against the pain and loathing she felt as this stranger’s fingers violated what didn’t belong to him. She didn’t see the next slap coming.
Furious brown eyes stared into hers when they flew open. He rammed his fingers back in her hole. He slapped her again, and stared at her in unabashed disgust as he spat on his hand as rubbed his fingers against her hole. She winced, every nerve of her body screaming at her to fight as he pressed the head of his cock against her. She narrowed her eyes, anger and terror pounding through her veins as her tried to work his way in. It fucking hurt, and she whined around her gag as she felt the first inch of his cock force inside her.
He drew in a sharp breath and she didn’t let herself look away from him. One of his hands moved up to squeeze on of her breasts as he stroked his shaft. He grinned down at her.
She didn’t even try to keep from screaming as he forced the rest of cock inside her in one stroke. No one could hear her anyway. She was bound and gagged and in the middle of nowhere. And her screams seemed to please him. His cock felt like it was tearing her apart as he forced it inside her tight cunt. She felt every movement, every small thrust, every second of his swollen cock spreading her open. She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally filled her completely. He felt foreign inside her, too big, too deep. She just had to endure it for a few moments, then her body would adjust. It would help her through this, grow wet despite what her mind wanted. She knew this from experience.
He leaned back and pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her. He spat again, this time it landed on his shaft and this thrust was less painful but no less of a violation. And it seemed he was done with pleasantries.
He collapsed on top of her and wrapped his hand around her throat as he timed his next thrust. She couldn’t stop screaming around her gag. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fight, but she’d overestimated herself. She couldn’t do this, not anymore. She struggled against him as his cock slammed inside her again and again. Her body was doing what she’d known it would; her cunt was starting to get wet around him, and instead of comforting her, it disgusted her and she pulled hard at the ropes holding her in place and bucked against the heavy body on top of her.
“No, I c-can’t. I thought I could.” She tried to speak around the fucking gag but she couldn’t. Her words were twisted, all jumbled vowels. “I don’t want it.”
He licked his lips, and depraved smile on his face, his cock jerking inside her cunt as he watched her cry and struggle to speak. He slammed deeper, and she knew he was feeling what she was – a wet cunt. He groaned as he violated her. Soft moans from a man were something that turned her on, something she loved about her husband, and the man inside her now was ruining that with the noises he made as he raped her.
His hands gripped her tits, tugged at her nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard little buds on her breasts and she winced as she felt hr hips involuntarily rock up to meet his. He laughed.
“Once a whore, always a whore. Right, Julia?” He gripped her hips as he drove his cock deeper inside her; he didn’t pull out. He moved his hips in slow circles, pushing inside her from every angle, sliding deeper and harder until she cried out. It was from pain. At least that’s what she told herself.
He pulled her leg up off the bed, brought it around him and rested her calf against his chest and she gritted her teeth around the rope as her cunt tightened around him. He leaned forward, laying against her leg as he pushed it closer to her chest, and pounded forward again. His sighs were louder this time, his breathing harder, and she knew why. She could feel it too. The angle of her leg made her cunt squeeze so fucking tightly around his cock, and he took full advantage. His breathing was ragged as he violated her, muscles taut, face twisted in the pleasure he was taking from her unwilling body.
She winced, and shook her head. No. The way he filled her, the angle of her leg and his body. She could feel the friction on her clit, feel every single stroke of this strangers cock, the cock her pussy had grown so fucking wet around. He slammed inside her cunt as if he owned it, and she had been trained too well. She hated herself as her hips rocked up to meet him. Hated him as the tone of the screams against her gag changed from screams of pain to something else. She wanted to kill him as she felt the pressure building deep in her and she wanted to kill the man who had owned her. The man who had thrown her to his soldiers and let them use her body sometimes for days. Left her locked in with them until she orgasmed.
And now some man had broken into her husband’s house. Some sick stranger had forced his cock inside her against her will, and she was going to cum around it. This was Lykos’ fault, not hers. The things he had done to her had made her this way.
He gripped her jaw and forced her to look in his eyes. “That’s a good whore, push against this cock, Julia. Show me how mow much you want it.”
She shook her head. No.
He slapped her again. “Squeeze your cunt around my cock, bitch. Unless you’d rather have it in your ass.”
She froze. Panic consumed her. He would do it. He must have watched her, waited for her husband to leave. Lurked in the shadows until she was alone and entirely at his mercy. She didn’t like to be fucked in the ass. Some of the whores did, but not her. It hurt so fucking badly, left her with an ache made her feel disgusting for days. Her husband was the only man who’d ever understood that. He’d never asked her for that and she’d never offered.
She closed her eyes, hot tears thick in her eyelashes. She obeyed him. She felt him jerk so deep that she would have sworn he was in her belly as she tightened her cunt around him, squeezed her legs and forced her own hips up to meet him thrusts. She sobbed as she pushed herself to meet every one of his violent thrusts as he toyed with her embarrassingly hard nipples.
He yanked her legs around his back, and she gripped him tightly. She forced the voice inside her head to silence as she dug her heels into his back and pulled him closer. He muttered his approval and his stokes grew harder, deeper as her thighs started to tremble against his hips.
He felt it too, and he laughed. A cruel, triumphant laugh as he pulled his knife back up to her throat.
“I’m going to remove your gag, Julia. No one can hear you, but if you do anything other than beg for this cock while you cum.. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded furiously. Maybe he would cum, too. If he came, if she made him cum, then it would all be over. Maybe he would just leave and she could pretend this was just a nightmare.
He buried his cock deep in her cunt as he yanked the rope out of her mouth. She gagged as he pulled out the cloth, and she had to force herself not to scream as he slapped her again.
“Now, Julia. Be a good whore. Tell me how good this cock feels in your cunt.”Oh Gods, she couldn’t.
“P-please, please fuck me.” She stifled a cry and stared back up at him, hoping the terror in her voice wouldn’t enrage him further. She pushed her hips against him – that was the easy part. She could allow her body to feign willingness, but she couldn’t put a voice to it. Titus.
He slapped at her tits, and she could feel like hot imprint of his hand long after it had been pulled away. She couldn’t focus on the words she was forming, but they disgusted her. She moaned, and writhed and begged for more as he continued to assault her cunt. And she felt like something inside her brain broke into a thousand pieces when she came around him. Pain warred with pleasure, guilt and grief sparred with lust. She sobbed even as she screamed for more.
His hand covered her face, his fingernails dug into her cheeks as she felt him slam inside her and stay there. Still except for the smalled stokes and he groaned as he came deep inside her body.
She shuddered as he collapsed on top of her, her skin was raw, her throat hoarse from screaming. Her eyes burned from river of tears they’d cried. He came inside her, the thought wouldn’t leave her head. She was still terrified, terrified at what might come next, terrified of what her husband would say if she lived through this. She was going to be ill. She was going to – she gagged hard against his shoulder, and he moved instantly to hold her head by her hair and guide it over the side of the bed.
He laughed as he watched her. When she was finished, he jerked her back on the bed, and she collapsed against her husband’s pillow, too numb to even cry.
*CALLIA
She’d never left her father’s compound before. Now here she was, on horseback with Cassius’s arms around her waist and she was going to the market. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited. Their four brothers were riding around them. They’d also picked up a few stragglers, men who’d assumed it would be safer to ride in their group.
It was cold, but Cassius had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders so that no one could see just how tightly he was holding her around the waist. She was dressed in a peplos, a modest garment that she didn’t like. But once she realized her brother wasn’t going to let a simple skirt impede him, she didn’t mind so much. She grinned as she felt his hand pulling her skirt up around her hips and then snake between her thighs.
His lips pressed against her ear. “Don’t make a sound. One word, one moan, and I stop.”
She bit her lip and leaned her head back against his chest as his fingers brushed against her clit. She heard him groan softly behind her as his finger trailed slowly down her slit. She bit her lips together as he worked a finger inside her. She arched her hips to meet him as she glanced around.. She wondered if anyone had any idea what they were doing. She almost hoped they did. She hoped one of her brothers (or even better, one of the strangers) was watching her face as her brother slid a second finger inside her cunt.
He pulled his fingers out and pinched her clit between his fingers and she choked back a moan. Her back arched as his fingers worked a circle around her little button only to pinch it again.
“You have no idea how badly I want this between my teeth,” he breathed in her ear as his fingertip swirled around her clit. She hissed in a breath and he laughed under his breath. Her back arched against him and he let his teeth barely graze the curve of her neck.
“And this, little sister,” He told her quietly as he drove his fingers back inside her cunt. “This is what I think of any time I’m inside another whore. This soaking wet, deliciously tight little cunt. Those big eyes rolled back in your head, the way your voice breaks when you scream my name as you cum.”
She arched her back, terrified that she wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet.
“Looks like we have an audience, Sis,” he whispered. He pulled her hard against his chest and pressed his chin against the side of her face to turn her head.
She grinned as her eyes met the gaze of one of the strangers. His mouth dropped open as she smiled at him. She licked her lips and arched her back as the man watched her. Her mouth dropped open in a nearly silent gasp as Cassius’ thumb pressed against her clit as he finger-fucked her. She kept her eyes locked on the man, her body shaking against her brother’s chest, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
His lips pressed against her ear. “That’s it, I know you wanna scream Cal. Do it. Scream for me, my love. Show them how hard you cum for me.”
She sucked in a relieved breath, and pushed her back against his so she could arch her back up to meet his fingers. She moaned as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her, spreading them open and closed as drove them deep inside her. Her second moan was louder, and a few of them men stopped their horses in their tracks to glance back at her. She laughed as she saw the surprise -and lust- on their faces.
Cassius stopped his horse as well, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. The fingers of one hand pounded in her cunt as he worked at her round little clit with the other. She whimpered, watching the men watch her as her brother brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She gritted her teeth and hissed his name as her titght little thighs started to tremble.
“Oh, Cassius.” She whispered in between loud, frantic cries. His fingers worked her clit in furious, expert strokes as his fingers pounded harder and harder until her body bucked against him, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she came screaming around his fingers. His breathing was hard, shallow, and hot against her neck as she came screaming his name in the middle of the clearing as their brothers and the strangers looked on. He pumped his fingers inside her, just a few thrusts after her orgasm subsides, and then he pulled his fingers out of the blanket that surrounded him and shoved them in her mouth.
A few of the men’s mouths dropped open as she sucked her own cum greedily off her brother’s fingers.
One of them men looked up at Cassius, confusion on his face. “I thought you said that was your sister.”
All of her brothers laughed.
Cass flashed him a crooked, satisfied grin. “She is.”
Cassius snapped the reins of his horse and they trotted off in front of the men. As they passed them, Callia heard one mumble, “Wish I had a sister like that.”
They rode ahead of the men, and She peered behind her as Cassius turned down a different path than the rest of the group. They rode for a moment down a desolate path and pulled up in front of a small home. Behind it stood a barn or stable, and off in the distance there was smoke and the sound of a hammer clanging against metal rising from another building.
“I thought we were going to the market.”
He kissed her neck. “We are, but I have something I need to do first.”
“Who are we here to see?” She asked her brother, puzzled.
“Not we, Little Sis. You.” A slow smile spread across his face. “I have an errand to run, and I need you somewhere safe. The man inside is a friend of mine. When I get back, I expect to see that you’ve been a very gracious guest.”
She bit her lip to hide her excitement. “I’m to please him, then?”
He pressed her body against the side of the house. His lips brushed softly against her neck. “Yes, Callie. You’re to please him. And when I return, I expect to see his cum covering that pretty little face. I don’t care how long I’m gone, you leave it there so I know you were a good girl.”
She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. His cock was pressing hard against her and she grinned up at him. “Is he expecting me?”
Cassius shook his head. “No. But I have no doubt you’ll manage to persuade him to let you stay. If you need to, tell him I sent you. His name is Albus.”
He bit at her bottom lip, and then mounted his horse. He glanced back at her as he rode off and took a deep breath before heading for the hammering sound she heard in the distance.
The old man looked up as she entered the stable. He didn’t wear a toga, or even a tunic, but strange trousers like the barbarians she’d seen in her father’s paintings and scrolls. He was shirtless, and built exceedingly well for a man who’d probably gone completely gray at least ten years ago. She could see the faint gleam of sweat on his skin as he threw down his hammer and tilted his head at her.
“You lost, child?”
Nerves pooled in her stomach and she smiled up at him. “Are you Albus?”
He frowned suspiciously. “Whose asking?”
She slipped past the doorway and studied the table he was working at. “My brother sent me. Cassius. He said-”
“I know more than one Cassius, girl. Be specific.”
She hesitated. “Um. Lykos is our father.”
“Ahhh,” he laughed and winked at her. “You’re the little whore. Ca.. Cal..?”
“Callia.” She nodded to him politely.
“Yes. Callia.” He stepped over towards her and circled her slowly like he was examining a statue. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you? And why did Cassius send you to alone to see some old man?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed and feigned innocence. “He said you’d look after me.”
“Is that all he said?”
She bit her lip and grinned at him as she shook her head. “He told me to be a gracious guest.”
He smiled and she could see the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He stepped closer to her slowly, as if he expected her to shy away. She stood her ground as he stroked her face with the backs of his knuckles and inhaled a soft breath as he cupped one of her tits with the other hand.
“And just how gracious to you intend to be?”
She ran her tongue over her top lip as she reached out to stroke his cock through his his clothes. She giggled as she felt him already growing hard.
He laughed as his hand covered hers and pressed her palm harder against his cock. His other hand was at her waist, and he loosened her belt. He ripped her peplos over her head and she sighed in relief, she’d wanted rid of that damn thing all day. She reached for his pants but he slapped her hands away.
“Stand back. Let an old man look at you for a minute, child.”
She laughed as she backed away, and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. She traced her fingernails lightly over her breasts as he studied her body. He stepped forward and massaged one of her tits with his fingertips, flicked at her nipple as his other hand moved lower to cup her little cunt. She purred up at him as the tip of one finger dipped slowly into her cunt. He exhaled a ragged breath as he prodded her wet little hole, just the tip of his finger sliding in and out.
“Get on your knees, baby. Put your mouth on it for a minute.”
She never took her eyes off his as she dropped to her knees. She watched him, enjoying the way the lids of his eyes lowered and his chest rose and fell sharply as she placed soft kisses on the head of his cock. She licked slowly, teasingly up the shaft before taking him in her mouth. He stroked her cheek softly as she swallowed his cock, her little cheeks hollowing as she fucked his cock slowly with her pretty little mouth.
“That’s such a good little whore, baby.” His fingers skimmed over her cheekbone. “You know I’m old enough to be your father. Does your Daddy know what a good little cocksucker you are?”
She giggled around him and then tightened her lips, so that when she pulled him out of her mouth, they both heard the loud ‘pop.’ She grinned up at him as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She flicked her tongue along the head and smiled up at him proudly.
“‘Course he does. Who do you think taught me?”
“Sucks her own fathers cock. I’ve never heard such a thing.” He let out a low laugh as he gathered the hair that had fallen in her face in his fist. He held her hair in his hand as he feigned shock. He arched his hips to shove his dick deeper in her throat. “Come on, then. Show me, Callia. Show me how you suck your daddy’s cock.”
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then guided his cock swiftly down her throat. Her little cunt tightened, her clit throbbing as she felt his shaft stretch out her throat, felt the fullness of him inside her. He hissed as she pulled him out, just barely enough to take a breath and guided him back in. He pushed deeper every time she deep-throated his cock, fucking her face intently.
He breathed loudly as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she grazed her lips against his balls gently before she sucked him back in her mouth.
“That’s enough for now. It’s been too long since I saw this cock buried balls deep in a sweet little teenage cunt.” He fisted her hair and pulled her off his cock. He picked her up off the floor and sat her on top of a table that seemed to be the perfect height. She grinned up at him as she perched her ass on the edge and spread her legs wide open for him.
Albus grinned back at her. She liked him, and he could tell. He grinned as he stroked a finger up and down her soaking wet slit, from clit to hole. She rocked her hips against him as he teased her little pussy, moaning softly as he touched her. He took his cock in his fist, slapped it against her clit and laughed as he watched her writhe underneath him.
“Look at you.” He mused as he rested the head of his cock against her entrance. “Such a pretty little thing, so wet. So ready for some strange old man’s cock. Do you want me to fuck you, Callia?”
“Gods, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips against him, trying to shove her cunt down on his cock. “I want to feel your big cock so deep inside me, Albus.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a strangled groan as he shoved himself inside her. She threw her head back as she felt the first stroke. That was one of her favorite parts of getting fucked; that first thrust of a brand new cock, the sound a man made the first time he drove inside her. His fingers traced the line of her bottom lip as he rested his cock so deep inside her. He pulled out and thrust deeper, slow powerful thrusts that made her clench her cunt tight around him. He slipped his thumb inside her mouth and she sucked greedily.
“Pretty little mouth on a pretty little whore. Does your father spill his cum inside those lips, Callia?”
She giggled as she stared up at him. He stroked his cock inside her, and it jerked as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his thumb. She nodded. “Sometimes he cums in my mouth. But sometimes he makes me lay back and open my mouth. He likes to see his cum all over my face. Will you cum on my face, Albus?”
His next thrust was so fast and so hard that she cried out and her little tits shook from the force.
“Do you want my cum on your face?”
It took her a minute to catch her breath, he was pounding her cunt now. Deep, fast thrusts that shook her entire body. He gripped her jaw in his hand and repeated his questions.
“Y-Yes, Albus.” She screamed out his name and felt his fingers tighten on her jaw and his cock throb in her cunt. She faked a sad little pout. “Cassius said I would be punished if he didn’t get to see your cum on my face.”
Albus wrapped his arms under hers, his fingers gripping her shoulders to pull her down harder on his thick cock. He leaned until is face was level with hers and she could watch his eyes while he fucked her.
“Now why would Cassius want to see his little sister’s face covered in my cum?” Again he faked a surprised confusion. “Don’t tell me you fuck him too, Callia. I mean, sucking your father’s cock is one thing. Are you really such a dirty little whore you fuck your own brother?”
She laughed, and her thighs trembled. Her little cunt was so fucking wet, and his cock felt so good inside her. She rocked her hips in slow circles as he pounded her pussy, and he murmured his encouragement.
“I have five brothers, Albus,” She told him with a sweet little grin. “They all fuck me. So does father.”
He laughed as she could see his face darken as he slammed his cock back inside her, his thrusts so hard and so fast now that she could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her.
“What bad girl you are Callia. A filthy, wet little slut.” He bit at her jaw and his fingers worked down her belly and lower to tease at her clit as he filled her cunt.
She nodded happily, in perfect agreement and gasped in disappointment as he yanked his cock out of her cunt.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he laughed as he climbed on the table, straddled her chest, and guided his cock to her mouth. “I just want to see you taste your own own cunt.”
She could feel the weight of his body on top of her, and she rocked her hips up, fucking at empty air as he guided his cock between her lips. She licked her own juices off his shaft; she loved the way she tasted on his cock. He stroked her hair as he fucked her mouth slowly. Then he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her farther onto the surface of the table so that he could guide his cock back inside her. He knelt over her and gripped her ankles. He pulled them up in the air, forcing them out to his sides in a wide V as he slammed back inside her. He pulled them closer into his body and nibbled at her ankle as he rocked his hips to drive his cunt inside. She gripped at the sides of the table for leverage as she pushed her cunt back against him.
“Faster, please, Albus. Please, oh Gods, fuck my little cunt.”
He pushed her legs up to her chest as he obliged her, driving into her with hard, furious thrusts. His eyes were trained on her young little tits bouncing below him as he fucked her cunt.
“Yes,” she breathed as she felt her pussy start to tremble around him. Her voice was ragged, high pitched, breathless. “Gonna cum.. Feel your big cock inside my cunt when I cum around it.. Fuck my pussy while I cum for you.”
He literally growled at her as his strokes grew more powerful, hard enough to bruise her little pussy lips and she threw her head back, screaming for him. She squeezed her tits as she came, violently trembling against him as her cunt spasmed around his body. She moaned his name, begging for his cock harder even as the orgasm tore through her tight little body.
He pulled his cock out as soon as her shudders subsided, and slapped his cock against her overly sensitive little clit and laughed as he watched her gasp and arch beneath him.
“Open your mouth wide, baby, and I’ll make sure you get to taste a little.”
She giggled an excited ‘thank you’ before she opened wide.
“Ahhhh,” She vocalized as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he straddled her chest again and jerked his cock hard and fast with it pointed at her face.
He groaned and arched her back just before she felt the hot, thick cum his her face and tasted it in her mouth. He stroked just a few more times, and she kept her eyes open to watch his seed pump out of his cock and land on her face. She felt it on her nose, her cheek, her lips.
She let out a soft, satisfied little moan as she licked the salty cum off her lips. He sighed as he watched her.
When he’d stared at her cum covered face for a moment, he led her into his kitchen and served her what he claimed was his finest wine.
They talked at first about his life. Apparently he was the finest weapons-smith in Rome, which explained why Cassius was on such good terms with him. But the conversation quickly turned to her early training. He listened, engrossed, as she dazzled him with stories about her life: the dirty things she loved, the first load of cum she’d ever tasted, the men who paid her father to use her body. He sat back and stared intently at her through the first few stories, but it took a surprisingly short time for his cock to get hard again. He made her ride him slowly as she told him the story of the first time she’d ever taken a man’s cock in her little cunt.
By the time Cassius arrived, there was a second load of cum on her face to match the first.
*CASSIUS
He walked in the house without knocking, and there his little whore sat. She was sipping from a cup of wine, naked except for the dried cum on her sweet little face.
“So she wasn’t any trouble then?” Cass laughed as Albus stood to greet him.
His friend clapped him on the back. “If only I had tiny little teenage sluts showing up in my workshop more often. I’d be a much happier man.”
He slipped his hand around Callia’s throat as he studied her cum-stained face. “I see you were a good girl. Lot of cum, Callia. I’d say you made him cum more than once, didn’t you?”
She beamed as she nodded and he noticed a few stray drops of seed on her tits.
“If you ever bring her into the city again, and need someone to ‘look after her,’ I’d be happy to be of service, my friend.”
He didn’t take his eyes off Callia. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing between his legs. He’d intended to wait until they returned home, but why bother? He pulled her out of the chair by her hair, as she moaned as he spun her around to shove her over the table.
He traced a finger against her little hole. “He fucked you good, didn’t he, sis? Look at that little cunt.”
“Yes.” She pressed her hips back against him, and he pressed his middle finger against her tight, puckered little asshole. She gasped.
Albus moved over to lean against the doorway for a better view. “Can’t get enough, can she?”
“Never. She’s always ready.” Cass slid one finger slowly to her ass and his cock twitched as she moaned his name.
He tossed his sword on the table and stripped slowly, staring at his sister’s tight little body bent over the table. He slid a second finger into her ass, spreading them open as she stretched her out as much as he could. Her ass was tiny, always so fucking tight, and he was not a little man. He could stretch out her cunt enough to make her scream, and he rarely fucked her ass for that reason. But today her ass had not been used, and he wanted that hole to himself.
Her legs were already shaking as he slid just the head of her cock past the entrance of her ass. She was tiny, and he could see how far he had to stretch her to get it in. He inched in slowly, feeling her jerk around him as she struggled to relax her muscles. She whimpered in pain before he was even halfway in.
“Your clit, Callie.” He groaned as we warred with himself not to just force himself the rest of the way in in one quick stroke. Her ass was like a hot little vice, gripping his cock so tightly he could barely control himself. “Rub it, sis. Play with your little clit for me.”
He saw her nod, and her hand slid down her body, and she whimpered, and he felt her body spasm around his cock. Her muscles unclenched and this time she moaned as he inched himself farther in. He watched the swollen, rock hard shaft of his cock disappear into his sister’s ass, his balls already heavy. Her body clenched and unclenched around him as she toyed with her clit. He could hear her soft, sweet little moans, and the scream as he finally rested deep inside her. He fisted her hair as he eased out, and back in. Two, then three, then four slow thrusts as her body got used to his size. He head was turned toward the doorway, and when he glanced over, he saw Albus in the doorway, watching intently as he stroked his own cock.
He slapped his sisters ass and she gasped, part pain, part lust, part surprise.
“So fucking rude, Callia,” he chided. He heard her cry out as she slammed his cock back inside her. “Look at what you’ve done. And now you’re sitting here, watching him stroke a cock that you got hard, and you didn’t even offer to help him. Who trained you? I’m disappointed in you.”
He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her off the table with his cock still deep inside her ass.
“Pull up a chair,” he told his friend. “Her mouth’s empty.”
Albus pulled up a chair and sat down, still stroking his cock.
Cassius forced his sister’s head down in the man’s lap. “Now, show me that you remember how to be a good girl.”
He heard it when she took the man’s cock in her mouth; greedy, wet sucking sounds, and then a strangled moan. He gathered all of her hair into his fist and held it away from her face. He pounded her ass as she deep-throated the cock in front of her. He could feel her ass tighten hard around him every time she choked. Her screams were muffled by the cock in her throat, but he could hear them. He fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, the way her tiny ass stretched wide around his shaft. He slapped her ass, over and over, leaving deliciously red hand prints on her soft skin.
She was so fucking tight around him, gripping his cock like no other whore ever had. He gripped her hips as he pulled her hard against him, loving every scream as she came up for air. Her legs were trembling against him, her knees shaking together violently. Albus’ hand was on the back of her neck, pushing her down harder on his cock as his hips drove up to meet her face.
When Cassius slid on hand between her legs to run her clit, she was practically dripping wet against his fingers. The lips of her cunt were soaked, her juices spreading nearly to her thighs. She whimpered as she rocked against his hand and his cock and he felt every muscle in her body tighten and start to shake as he slid two fingers inside her cunt. Three perfectly timed thrusts of his fingers and cock later and he felt it when she shattered around him. Her ass tightened, released, tightened, released – it vibrated so fast, so tight around his cock that he couldn’t keep the slow even pace he’d been using. He slammed inside her, any thought for her comfort gone. He gripped her slight little hips, and drilled her. Violent thrusts, so fucking hard that he could hear her screaming as Albus’s cock filled her throat.
Albus slapped the table hard with his hand and sounded a sharp gasp. His hips arched up and he forced Callie’s head down hard. He felt -and heard- his little sister choke and sputter as the man pumped his cum deep inside her throat. Her ass tightened as she gagged, and her body shook – and that was all it took.
He slammed into her so hard that he body moved forward a few inches. The legs of Albus’ chair scratched backward against the floor as he pumped his little sister’s ass full of cum. He dug his fingernails into her hips, grinding deep into her body as his balls emptied and her little hole filled with his seed.
The other man pulled his cock out of her throat, just before he pulled his cock out of her ass. She gasped for air, and Cassius helped her sink gently to her knees. She swayed like she was dizzy, and she grinned up at him, dried cum all over her pretty face and fresh cum and saliva on one side of her mouth and chin.
She looked dazed, but perfectly content. Satisfied.
He fucking loved her.
She kneeled on the floor, swaying slightly as he washed them cum off her face and tits and rocked on the balls of her feet as he helped her dress. He made a mess of it.
When she’d left their home this morning, her dress was ugly and modest, but perfectly draped and tied. Her hair had been perfectly arranged.. and she’s looked like a beautiful little noble girl.
Now her garment was sloppy, tied improperly, and her hair looked.. Well, it looked like she’d just been fucked – hard. Her eyes were sleepy and sated, her lips red and swollen.
When she’d left their home she’d looked like a beautiful little noble girl. Now she looked like a perfect little whore. It suited her much better, in his opinion. She looked far more beautiful to him like this – because this was who she truly was. And he loved who she was.

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Adult Room Chapter 3

We looked at each other with sort of embarrassed grins. We had jacked off together before, but this was different. We agreed that the hand job was more fun than solo work.
We cleaned up and ordered a pizza. After the pizza arrived, we played the gay video. While we ate, we discussed some of the action. We put the pizza box in the trash and put our glasses in the dishwasher, then we went back to finish watching the video.
We agreed some of the blowjob scenes were pretty hot, but we weren’t too sure about the butt fucking. The blowjob action had given me a boner, so I took off my shorts and started to stroke my cock.
Mike moved over next to me and said, “Let me.” He sat beside me and began to stroke me. I stopped him long enough for him to take of his shorts. He sat back down, we held each others cock and we began the dual hand job while the video ran.
We were watching a particularly well photographed blowjob scene when Mike said, “I wonder what it feels like to suck a cock? Is there any taste?” I replied, “I don’t know. I wonder what it feels like to have your cock in someone’s mouth?”
Mike stopped the hand job and bent over my cock. I felt his warm breath on my cockhead as he slipped his mouth down over my cock. He sucked a minute, then looked up and said, “It’s tastes a little salty.” He resumed sucking. We had seen some 69 scenes, so I stopped Mike long so we could get arranged on our sides on the floor.
Mike resumed sucking my cock and I looked at his, inches from my face. I held it and brought it to my lips. I licked the pre-cum off his cockhead. It was slightly salty. I ran my tongue tip around his cockhead then slipped my lips over it. It felt good in my mouth. I thought, “Let Mikie try it. Look! He likes it! Markie likes it too!”
We finished our first blowjobs with another hand job. We agreed that both ways were neat ways of getting our nuts off. Having your cock sucked was more fun than beating your meat. Or having someone beat it for you.
Dad interrupted, “When did Julie get involved?”
Julie said, “Let me tell them.”
Part 5
“It was after my 18th birthday, when you and Mom told me I could set my own hours and could come and go pretty much as I pleased.”
I came home from a bad date. My boyfriend had been a real jerk. We had been having a good time at a party, but he started drinking shooters and finally passed out. I took a taxi home. I changed into a long t-shirt and went to bed. I was pretty upset and restless. About 1:00 a.m., I heard one of the guys come in, then I heard the other come in a few minutes later. I laid there for awhile. I still couldn’t sleep. I heard Mike and Mark talking quietly. I decided to go to their room and see if they would listen to me complain about my jerk boyfriend.
I pushed the door open and looked in. I couldn’t believe it. They were both naked. Mark was kneeling in front of Mike and he was sucking Mike’s cock. Mark had a hard-on which he was stroking as he sucked away. I started to close the door and back away when Mike said, “Come on in, Julie. It’s o.k.” Mark stopped sucking and took Mike’s cock out of his mouth as he said, “Want a taste? I’ll share.”
I said, “No, thanks. I’ll just watch,” as I sat on the edge of the bed. Mark said, “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you are missing.” And he resumed giving Mike the blowjob.
If was fascinating to watch Mark suck off Mike. He would lick Mike from balls to cockhead and back. Mike seemed to really like it when Mark would run the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his cockhead. Mark must have swallowed two-thirds of Mike’s cock when he would wrap his lips around Mike’s cockshaft and bob his head up and down. Mark stopped stroking his own cock and used his hand to hold and fondle Mike’s balls. I liked it when I saw Mark suck each of Mike’s nuts into his mouth. Mike must have liked it too, because he was standing there with his eyes closed and with a smile on his face.
I was tweaking a nipple with one hand and running my fingers up and down my pussy slit when I heard Mike say, “I’m going to cum.” I realized that I had been daydreaming. I’d never seen a man cum before. Mark pulled Mike’s cock out of his mouth and started jacking him off. Mike stood on his toes, arched his back and shot gobs of cum onto Mark’s chest. It was the sexiest, nastiest thing that I had ever seen.
Then Mark licked Mike’s cock clean and turned towards me. I was still fingering my pussy. Mark said, “Oh, poor little sister. All of this cock and she has to use a finger.” He crawled over to me. spread my legs and started to lick my pussy. I almost had an orgasm right then. His head was covered by my t-shirt so I pulled it off to see him eat me out. It was fantastic. He licked my slit from bottom to top and landed right on my aching clit with his lips.
Mark was sucking my clit and Mike began playing with my tits. He was sucking one nipple and pinching the other, when Mark slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. As he nipped my clit, I started to cum. Mike planted his mouth over mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. It was good he did, because my first orgasm with my brothers was a real screamer.
Mike said, “Julie took a while to come down. I held her and caressed and stroked her face and belly. Mark was rubbing his cheeks on her pussy hair and occasionally licked her slit and kissing her pussy lips. Julie finally lay back on the bed and stretched into a spread eagle. She sat up and kissed me then she looked at Mark.”
Julie leaned forward and kissed Mark. “Am I tasting my pussy?”

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The Wilson Family Saga (Part 3)

THE WILSON FAMILY SAGA BY JGE POWERS (PART 3)
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CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued)
It was after 9 AM when Gordy left the Crotty mansion.
Juanita hadn’t wanted him to leave. He smiled as he
remembered her wild, untamed passion. They had screwed on
the kitchen table, on the floor, and on the counter top. She
had sucked his cock dry, all the time, praising its size, its
strength, its youth. She really did like young stuff, he
thought, and finding a prick his size, really set her off.
She couldn’t get enough of it. He remembered how she begged
him to cum on her face; how she slurped at the creamy
droplets of cum running down her cheeks, her forehead.
Wow, he thought.
Gordy had never lost his hard-on. He really amazed himself.
Even now, as he biked his way home, he still wasn’t totally
satisfied. He laughed to himself. Hell, I’m a horny
bastard. He wondered what Joanna was up to. Calling his
stepmother by her given name seem to take some of the
incestuousness out of their affair.
Gordy realized that he was on Milrose lane, where
Margie Hart lived. He contemplated stopping; decided
against it, then saw Plain Penny sitting on Margie’s porch.
He pulled up in front of the house. “Hi, Penny.
Waiting for me?” She really wasn’t bad looking, he decided.
“As a matter of fact, I was. But I was hoping you
wouldn’t show.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” he said defensively, “Then I saw you
and decided to stop.”
“Thanks for nothing. You don’t have to lie. Nobody
stops for me.”
“What’s with you?” he asked, annoyed at her self-
depreciation.
She ignored the question. “You know what they got in
mind, don’t you?”
“Breakfast.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid, Gordy. You know I’m
not. You’ve been the whole topic of conversation all night.
DeeDee’s sister,” she continued,” told her what a big – you
know – you have. They’ve been plotting how to get you here.
And now you’re here.”
Good old Marlene, can’t keep her mouth shut, Gordy
thought. “Do you believe everything you hear? And what’s
your piece of this action? Are you the guard or something?”
“Look, Gordy, the only reason I’m here is because my
Mother and Margie’s are best friends. ‘Invite Plain Penny to
the party’, she mimicked. “Don’t you think I know I’m no
beauty? I’ve been told often enough.”
He smiled at her. “I think you’re rather cute – in a
tomboyish way. Really, I do.”
“Don’t tease me, Gordy.”
“I’m not. I do think you’re cute. It’s you who
doesn’t think so, but I’m still confused about what’s going
on.”
Penny gave him a disgusted look. “DeeDee and Margie
want to check you out. Jump your bones. Orgy time. Is that
graphic enough for you?”
“And you?” He wasn’t about to let her off the hook.
“I don’t like to see anyone used. Especially people
like us. They look at us strange because we have brains. I
don’t want them to use you.”
“Didn’t you want to jump my bones along with the rest
of them?”
She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Gordy,
I’m a virgin! Probably the only fourteen year old virgin
left in California. I don’t want to be a virgin, but I don’t
think the place to lose my cherry is at a group grope.
Besides,” she said, “I don’t stack up against Margie and
DeeDee.”
“I keep telling you, you’re wrong.”
“And I keep telling you not to tease me.”
He leaned forward and gently kissed her. Her response
was immediate. He kissed her again, slipping his tongue into
her mouth and exploring its interior. She began to pant.
Gordy gently fondled her breast. Small, but round and
firm. She really wasn’t a stick, he though, just taller
than most girls her age. Her body was in proportion, hidden
under baggy clothes.
“Gordy . . . that feels so good.” His hand slipped
beneath her sweatshirt, and he rolled her erect nipple
between his fingers. “Aaaaaa . . . Gordy . . . I think I
came.”
“Lets find a quiet place where I can really make you
cum.”
She gripped his arm. “They’re upstairs waiting for
you. I’m supposed to tell them when you get here.”
“Fuck’em. We’ll stay downstairs. I’d rather be with
you.”
Plain Penny turned out to be anything but. He was
pleased and delighted by her whip-hard body, and he was
truly amazed at her willingness and her passion. She was
multi-orgasmic; running from tiny cums to major climaxes.
She came when he kissed her tits. She came when he stuck his
tongue in her cunt. She even came when she sucked his raging
cock; his jism, sliding down her throat, triggered it off.
And the moment his prickhead parted her pussy lips, she came
again. And kept cumming.
Penny bit her tongue, drawing blood, trying to hold
back her screams, as her body pulsed with pleasure. She
thrashed around so violently that Gordy had trouble holding
on. Each stoke sent her into a new convulsion. She tried
valiantly to be quiet, but it was almost impossible. When
Gordy finally shot his load, her legs squeezed his body in a
death grip and she moaned loudly. They pulled apart in
almost total exhaustion. His whole body ached; his back was
raw from her nails, and his shoulders bore her teeth marks.
“Christ,” he panted, “you’re wild! I can’t believe
you. That was really your first time?”
Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the air
licked across her skin. Her breathing was returning to
normal, but her face was still flushed. “Uhhhhmmmmmm . . .
I’m in Heaven. Don’t break the spell,” she said, “And, yes,
that was my very first fuck.” She rolled over and faced him.
They were in the downstairs guest room. The bed looked like
World War III had hit it.
“It was a great first time, Gordy. You didn’t do it
out of pity for Plain Penny, did you?”
He kissed her. “Don’t call yourself that. Pity had
nothing to do with it. You have to think better of yourself.
If the guys at school knew about you, you wouldn’t have time
to breathe.”
She giggled. “Maybe, you should sing my virtues like
Marlene did yours . . . Would you mind if I went with other
guys?”
“Everything in life is an experience, and life should
be experienced to the fullest. No, I wouldn’t, as long as
you don’t forget me.” He sounded very profound.
“I’ll never forget you, Gordy. I’ve learned more about
life in an hour with you than I ever did from any book.
You’re an education . . . ”
Before she could continue, the bedroom door flew open.
A very mad Margie Hart stood there. “They’re in here, Dee,”
she screamed, “I found them.” She turned on Penny.
“You’re a pig! You were suppose to call us when he
came, not go off with him by yourself.”
DeeDee Sanford barged in and started to yell, too.
Penny cowered beneath the sheets. Gordy jumped up, his
jollywopper flapping in the breeze. “Shut the hell up, both
of you. Who do you think you’re talking to, anyway? Give me
any shit and I’ll belt you one.”
“My God,” DeeDee exclaimed, “look at the size of that
thing!” It was a statement, not a request.
“Shit,” Gordy said and quickly got back beneath the
sheets. Penny moved closer.
“No fair, Gordy,” Margie whined, “Penny has all the
luck.”
“Yeah,” DeeDee added, “When do we have some fun? We’re
upstairs playing with a phony dick, and Penny’s down her
with the real thing.”
“Ladies, you flatter me, but as you can see I’m
somewhat occupied with this young lady here.”
Penny hugged him tightly, uncovering her firm tits in
the process. “Thank you for that, Gordy, but . . .,” she
spoke shyly, ” . . . don’t you think my education is somewhat
incomplete?”
“Do you really want to do this?” he asked quietly.
She paused, looked at the other girls, then nodded
slowly. Gordy smiled and threw off the covers. “Well,
ladies, it looks like we have a full house.” He hugged Penny.
There was a scramble between Margie and DeeDee to be
the first one undressed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was almost two o’clock in the afternoon when Gordy
left. This stud business could be a real ball buster, he
thought. Three oversexed teenagers was almost too much to
handle. He smiled as he remembered the various pairings and
groupings; the daisy chain; the wonder on Penny’s face the
first time another girl ate her pussy; his cum splattering
three eager faces as they all indulged in a group blowjob;
three upturned, pert and pretty asses waiting for his prong
to enter. What a morning!
He pedaled slowly. He was in no hurry, besides his
legs were stiff. It was shorter going home through the
College campus, so he turned and headed across the
quadrangle. Students milled about. As he rode by the
Student Union, he saw his sister, Carol, and he waved. She
waved back vigorously. Carol was talking to a tall, good-
looking black guy. Gordy knew him but couldn’t remember from
where. Then it came to him. Peter Duncan. Serena’s
brother. Shit! Small world, he thought. He looked back.
They were engaged in a very animated conversation. Hell,
maybe there is something to what Serena said. Go black and
never go back. He smiled. He was just glad that Carol was
happy. Picking up speed he headed home.
When Gordy walked into his house, his Mother was coming
down the stairs dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair was tousled,
her skin glowed, and her smile told all. She walked serenely
by, and patted Gordy’s cheek. She was humming.
Max followed her down the steps. Gordy smiled and
started to say hello, then he saw the other man. Another
black man. Obviously this was Max’s brother, Dr. Duncan,
Serena’s father. Dr. Duncan looked embarrassed and tried to
avoid eye contact. Gordy looked at the two men, then his
Mother; the full implication hitting him at once.
Max patted his shoulder. “Just sharing the wealth,
young son.”
He watched his Mother go into the kitchen, happy and
contented, oblivious to the tense scene in the hall. He
couldn’t remember her ever being so happy. Max was right, as
usual. Gordy sighed and relaxed. “Hi, Dr. Duncan.” Hell,
who was he to cast stones. Hadn’t he screwed the good
Doctor’s daughter? What irony, he thought.
“Er, hello, Gordy,” the man said with an audible sigh
of relief, “It’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands like old
friends. Max patted his shoulder again.
“We have to be going. John’s schedule doesn’t give him
a lot of free time. Take care, young son.”
“Yeah, see ya, Max. So long, Dr. Duncan.” Gordy watched
the two men depart. His Mother walked up behind him and put
an arm around his shoulder. “Thank you, Gordy,” she said
softly, “I love you.” She kissed his cheek.
“I love you, too, Mom,” he said, and he meant it.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Gordy was deep into a biography of Thomas A. Edison
when Carol cane into the living room. “Hi, where’s Mom?”
“Huh? Oh, out jogging. ‘Reconditioning the body’ is
the way she phrased it.”
“What are you doing?”
“Carol, love of my life, I’m reading. Is there
something specific you have on your mind?”
“Well,” she started, “Do you know Peter Duncan?”
“Not intimately, but I know of him. Saw you two talking
today when I was coming back from my route.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Hey, wasn’t that late for you?”
He ignored the question. “What about Pete?”
“Well, it seems he’s having some trouble with English
Lit, and he asked me to come over tonight and give him a
hand.”
“Is that a play on words?”
“Come on, be serious.”
“Okay, how do I fit into this study deal?”
“Er . . .,” she hesitated, “his parents are going out
to the Country Club for dinner, but his sister, Serena, is
going to be home.”
Gordy played dumb. He couldn’t resist teasing his
sister. “So? This is a study date, isn’t it. Why should
his sister interfere? Or do you have an ulterior motive,
sweet sister?” Carol threw a cushion at him.
“You sonofabitch,” she said, smiling, “Of course I have
an ulterior motive, as you damn well can imagine.”
Gordy laughed. “Okay, okay. You have the hots for
this Nubian savage. Far be it from me to interfere with the
Great White Huntress. What do you want from me?”
She hugged him tightly. “Oh, Gordy, I knew I could
count on you. Come with me tonight. Keep Serena busy so
Peter and I can get some time alone. Do you think you can do
that?
“He’s really quite shy. Not cocky, like you. And I
don’t think he’s ever been with a white girl before.”
“I find that hard to believe, but it just so happens
I’m free tonight, and I’ll be happy to help you out in your
hour of need. No pun intended.”
“Do you think you’ll have any trouble? You don’t even
know her, and she’s my age, too.”
“As a matter of fact, I do know the lady in question.
I’ll make a phone call and clear the way.”
“What? . . . how? . . . when?” Carol was agog.
“You bastard!” she yelled, “You’ve screwed her already.
And you let me squirm.” She grabbed him and they fell to the
floor in mock combat. “Tell me everything. I want to know.
Was she better than me?” They rolled around and Carol came up
on top of him. She rubbed her mound against his cock. He
humped back.
“Don’t start anything, girl. I have to save my
strength. I’m helping my sister in distress tonight.”
And they both laughed.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
When nature called, Christine Ritter had a tendency to
use the Girl’s Lavatory, rather than the Teacher’s Lounge.
It was closer to her office. She had waited for the
chattering group of teeny-boppers to leave before she came
out of the stall. If she hadn’t, there would have been hell
to pay, she thought. The conversation had been very graphic!
Actually, it had been humorous. Outlandish, even. Little
Gordy Wilson – super stud! She smiled as she remembered the
glowing description of super human sexual feats. No fourteen
year old she knew of was capable of such things. And damn
few men.
Christine Ritter was twenty-six. She had that Doris
Day wholesomeness about her that men found so vulnerable and
disarming. She dressed very conservatively, hiding a rather
foxy figure; long shapely legs, flat stomach, full, cherry-
tipped breasts, and a perfect heart shaped ass. Dressed as
she was, she’d rate a second look. In a bikini, she could
cause a traffic jam.
When she reached her office, she found it difficult to
focus her thoughts on the student records she’d been working
on. Her imagination kept conjuring up mental pictures of
the scenes described by the young female students of St.
Charles Academy. She would have expected such language from
DeeDee Sanford, but Penny Grifford had really shocked her.
It had also aroused her, but she refused to admit it. Since
she and the school track coach had broken up, she had been
celibate. Not the state she desired, but she was reluctant
to go in for one night stands. So when the need became
overpowering, she masturbated.
She crossed her shapely legs and squeezed her cunt lips
together. With just a little pressure she could bring
herself off. She felt her pussy juice begin to flow, and
a warm glow spread through her body. She was alone. Just a
little pressure, she thought. She snapped herself erect.
This was dangerous. She had a Student Counselling session in
moments. She glanced at her schedule.
‘4 PM – Gordy Wilson’ it said.
Gordy was punctual, as usual.
“Good afternoon, Miss Ritter.” And unfailingly polite.
Chris was somewhat embarrassed and flustered in his
presence. Her juices were still flowing, and her imagination
continued to pull up mental images of this handsome youngster
and those young nymphs. “Huh? Oh . . . hello, Gordy. How
are you? . . . I’m sorry, I must have been daydreaming.”
“I’m fine right now, but alot depends on what you have
to say.”
He has a lovely smile, she thought. Stop that! She
composed herself and began to take charge of the
conversation. “Let’s see how things are going, shall we? I
can’t believe you’re having any difficulties.”
He watched her go through his file. She’s very pretty,
he thought, but her face was flushed, as if she had just
exerted herself in some strenuous activity. Gordy had always
liked his counselor, but he had never really looked at her.
Today he rectified that, and examined each visible part of
her. Her face, her body, her legs – good legs! The clothes
she wore camouflaged what Gordy perceived to be a lovely
body. He wondered how she would look naked. Did she fuck?
He shifted in his seat. He was getting a hard-on. He
recalled some rumors about her and the track coach. She
can’t be a virgin, he thought. So why not.
Christine looked up. The smile was still there. His
eyes are incredibly blue, she thought, like Paul Newman’s.
Why haven’t I noticed them before? She felt her cunt
muscles contract. “Er . . . like I said, everything is fine.
Well, maybe English Lit could use some work . . .” She was
groping, trying to prolong the conversation, and she didn’t
know why. “Your paper on Marlowe really wasn’t up to your
usual standards.”
Marlowe? he searched his memory. Yeah, a solid ‘B’
without opening a book. He sensed a certain electricity. He
wasn’t totally sure of his antenna, but there was something
about her body language; the crossed legs, the forward thrust
of her body, that gave Gordy some unspoken signal. Good ol’
Max, he thought. “Yeah, Marlowe. Er . . . not a guy you
really can get your hands around. Actually, I’m having just
a little trouble with the whole Lit class. I sort of find it
difficult to concentrated on the Arts.
Christine went into a detailed description of the need
for the Arts; aesthetic appreciation, well roundedness.
He caught a glimpse of deep, shaded cleavage. That was
his definition of well rounded.
” . . . perhaps I can arrange some additional help.”
An idea came to him and he jumped at it. “Hey, yeah.
That’s a great idea. Could you find time in your schedule
for me?”
“Well, I wasn’t really thinking of me. Someone from
the English Department . . .”
“You’re a qualified English teacher, aren’t you?
“Yes, but . . .”
He pushed on. “It would mean alot to me, Miss Ritter.
No true egghead wants a class teacher to know he’s having a
problem. It’s a pride thing.”
“I don’t see how I could do it.”
She fought down the sudden temptation to say yes. “I
don’t have time during the day.”
“I’m willing to work after school, if you are.”
She paused, fighting the good fight. His eyes held
hers. A picture flashed in her mind – a long, rock hard
cock! You’re a fool, she thought. “Er, well, okay,” she
said, surrendering, “But I don’t have time this week.”
“How about Saturday?”
He was pinning her against the wall. “Saturday? . . .
Er, well, alright, Saturday.”
“Great! I can be at your apartment any time you say.”
Her alarm bell went off again. “My apartment? No . . .
that’s out of the question – how do you know I live in an
apartment?”
Easy, he thought, don’t blow this. “My paper route goes
right past your place. I’ve seen your car parked there. The
yellow VW?”
“Oh. Well, anyway, we can’t meet at my place. That
wouldn’t be proper.”
Shit!
“Suppose we meet at the park. It’s just down the block
from me. Ten o’clock? You know where the park is, don’t
you?”
“Yes, I know where it is,” he said, trying not to let
his voice mirror his disappointment. Then he perked up.
Hell, it was a beginning. “Okay,” he said. “Saturday at
10AM, in the park.”
Christine Ritter sat back and looked at the empty
doorway. She was disappointed that he was gone . . . and
relieved. She had actually had a momentary urge to grab him
right there in the room. Wouldn’t that have been something!
She realized that she had gone too long without sex.
Something would have to be done about it, and soon. Her
eyes closed. She was tired. In her mind she saw his erect
prick; thick, bulbous, alive! Shit, she was wet again. She
hurried to the Ladies room. She prayed that it would be
empty.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Carol parked the car in the Duncan’s wide, circular
driveway. “Nice house,” she said.
“Yeah, wait ’til you see the inside.”
“I didn’t think college Professors lived this good.”
“Blessed are the Educators.”
John Duncan greeted them effusively. “Hello, there.
You must be Carol. Lovely, lovely. Good to see you again,
Gordy.”
“Thanks, Dr. Duncan,” Gordy replied as he shook the
older man’s hand.
“Cecilia,” he yelled out, “the young people are here.
Time to go.” He turned to Gordy. “Peter and Serena are in
the den. You know, I really appreciate you helping Peter.
Both of you. It wouldn’t look good if a Professor’s son
flunked English Lit.”
“Well, we’re glad to help,” Carol said, “Aren’t we,
Gordy?
“Sure,” he said, but he was already thinking of how he
could turn things to the real reason he and Carol were
there.
The young people, as Dr. Duncan called them, greeted
each other like any normal teenagers: “Yo, what’s
happenin'”
“Now I know why you’re flunking,” Dr. Duncan said to
his son. There was polite laughter. A knowing look passed
between Serena and Gordy as she pecked him on the cheek.
Cecilia Duncan swept in. That was the only word Gordy
could think of. He now knew where Serena got her good
looks. Serena’s Mother looked deeply tan, rather than Black.
She was dressed stylishly, but understated. Everything
about her said: Class. Gordy wondered if she could fuck as
good as her daughter. He smiled to himself. You are
definitely a dirty young man, he thought. Gordy turned to
Serena after the Duncans had left. “Where are they going all
dressed up?”
“Oh, there’s some big faculty thing at the Country
Club. Uncle Max is going to meet them there.”
“They’re always boppin’ off some place. Real gad-a-
bouts,” Peter added. He had suddenly joined the conversation
after directing his entire attention to Carol, something that
hadn’t escaped Gordy. Maybe, he mused, this won’t be as
difficult as Carol thinks. They seated themselves in various
casual chairs and sofas. It was unusually quiet. Serena and
Carol laughed simultaneous. “What is this,” Serena asked, “a
wake?”
“Uh, well,” Peter started, “what do we do first?
Study, boogie, or eat?”
“Any other alternatives?” his sister asked.
“Well, we could discuss current events,” Gordy said,
“Or . . .”
“Or . . . we could gaze at the stars,” Carol followed,
“Or . . .”
“Or . . . we could play checkers,” Serena carried on,
“Or . . .”
They looked at Peter.
“What are you looking at me for? I don’t know what the
hell you guys are talking about.”
“I guess we’ll have to forgo all those good things,”
Gordy said, “and get right down to basics. Anyone want to
add another ‘Or’?
“Or . . .,” Carol started.
” . . . we can . . .,” Gordy followed.
” . . . fuck!” Serena ended.
The look on Peter’s face was priceless. They laughed
and couldn’t stop. Peter continued to stand still, a
bewildered look on his face, but his eyes went wide when
Serena sat on Gordy’s lap and began to kiss him passionately.
He felt Carol beside him, but he couldn’t drag his gaze from
his sister and this . . . this kid. What the fuck’s going on
here? His sister was letting a fourteen year old feel her
up! Carol pressed her body against Peter’s side.
“Give you any ideas?” she said, and suddenly he came
awake. Carol had unbuttoned her blouse and he could see her
full white tits through the flimsy bra. His erection was
tight against his crotch. Fuck it, he thought, if Serena
wants a kid, that’s her business. I’m not going to look a
gift horse in the mouth. Carol’s hand was brushing against
his growing hard-on. “Com’on,” he said in a choked voice,
“lets go to my room.”
“No. Here.” And she pulled him down into a sofa.
Just before Carol’s mouth closed over his, he glanced
at his sister. Shit! She had a mouthful of white cock!
His White Goddess tugged at his zipper and squeezed his
swollen cock. He suddenly forgot what his sister was doing.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
“I can’t believe that brother of yours. His balls are
solid brass.”
John Duncan laughed. He loved it when his wife talked
dirty. It was such a contrast to her cool, sophisticated
exterior. “My dear wife, I think you’re jealous. But as far
as I’m concerned, anything that keeps Max out of your pants
is fine with me, my lovely.”
Cecilia playfully punched his arm. “You’re so full of
shit. I only see Max once a year. Maybe. So it’s natural
that we spend time together. Besides, you get too tired from
all your coeds.” Cecilia continued. “That nigger thinks he’s
cock of the walk. Everyone knew what they were going to do.
He was brazen; might as well’ve screwed on the dining room
table.”
She was relating how her brother-in-law, Max, had
flirted outrageously with Helen Crotty; how close he had held
her while dancing, and how, without so much as a ‘by your
leave’, had walked her out the door and drove off.
“Isn’t that Mrs. Crotty’s problem?” John asked. “Would
you deny that poor widow woman twelve inches of good black
cock. Fantasy time, my dear. Get you all hot and bothered?”
he asked, with a leer in his voice. She took his hand and
placed it on her tit. In the darkness she had pulled the top
of her dress down. Her tits were bare, the nipples hard.
John almost lost control of the car.
She giggled. “I’m always hot and bothered, sailor boy.
But I was thinking about our standing in the community.”
He squeezed her breast. “Fuck our community standing.
I’ve got a hard-on.”
Cecilia groped him. “Save it, lover. My bones need a
bed tonight.”
He pulled the car into the driveway and parked at the
rear of the house. “The Wilson kids are still here. Let’s
go up the back way.”
“Was their Mother better than me?” she teased. The
Duncan’s had no secrets from each other.
“Hush, woman. I don’t want them to hear us,” he said
as they walked past the den. Cecilia glanced into the room.
The drapes were barely apart. She stopped so short that her
husband walked into her. She hardly noticed.
“Wha . . . what’re you looking at? I . . ..” He
stopped short. Between the parted draped they saw two
bouncing buttocks, one black, one white, sliding down two
slippery cock shafts. Peter was screwing Carol Wilson, his
long black tool pumping rapidly in and out of her. Their
daughter, Serena, was in the throes of an orgasm. And young
Gordy Wilson was sunk to the shank in her dripping pussy.
The Duncan’s watched in horrid fascination as Carol
leaned over and began kissing their still convulsing
daughter. Gordy’s prick plopped out. “My God,” Cecilia
Duncan whispered, “look at the size of that thing – and
Peter’s. They’re beautiful!”
John Duncan didn’t hear his wife. His eyes were on
Serena’s lush body, and the white cream seeping from her
cunt. They moved closer to the window. Cecilia could feel
John’s prick against her ass. She leaned back into it. His
hands went to her still naked tits, and began playing with
her erect nipples, but his eyes never left the scene in the
den. Cecilia moaned. Her hands went behind her and deftly
unzipped his pants. His hard-on sprang out and she massaged
it. They watched the girls change partners.
Carol got off Peter and immediately began to suck her
brothers’s cock clean, and back to life. Serena wasted no
time taking Carol’s place on Peter’s hard shank. The parents
watched as their son’s hard, thick cock slowly penetrated
their daughter’s sopping pussy. John moaned. Cecilia turned
and pressed her body to him. She kissed him feverishly; her
hand never leaving his erection.
He pushed her against the brick wall, and expertly
pulled her dress up, pushed her panties aside, and plunged
his throbbing cockhead into her black furnace. She came
almost immediately.
***
Peter floated in a dream world. He was wonderfully
tired. Blessedly spent. The image of his sister and Carol,
his White Goddess, ebbed and flowed through his mind.
Beautiful Carol! Serena! His own sister! Lovely,
wanton. He was in Paradise. The dream was intense. A warm,
wet mouth on his dick, the pungent smell of cunt in his
nostrils. He dreamt he saw his lovely mother furiously
sucking his rod. He knew it was a dream. Even as he shot
his load into her waiting mouth, he knew it was a dream.
***
“You really took a chance coming to my room after Mom
and Dad got home. What’s the matter, dear brother, didn’t
you get enough last night?”
“What? Not me, Serena. You must have been dreaming.”
“You didn’t sneak in and fuck me again – eat my pussy?”
“Shit, girl, you were having the same dreams I was.”
“A dream? Christ, it was the most real dream I ever
had. But I guess you’re right. Hell, at one point I
thought you were Dad.”
Peter laughed. “Now I know we’re on the same wave
length. In my dream you were Mom.”
They both laughed and ran to catch the bus.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Gordy pedaled fast. He was trying to beat the rain
that threatened to fall at any moment. The air was humid,
and the sky overcast. He wheeled into the Crotty driveway.
There was no one in the pool. It was the first time that the
weather affected Mrs. Crotty’s workout, he thought. That
meant she was in the house. He hoped it wouldn’t screw up
his chances with Juanita. He shrugged philosophically,
tomorrow was Saturday, and there was always Christine. The
backdoor was unlocked. “Juanita?” he called.
The kitchen was empty. This wasn’t shaping up well.
She was probably tending to her boss and wouldn’t have time
for him. “Hello.”
He turned towards the voice, but the room was still
empty. “Juanita? Where are you?”
She stuck her head in the doorway. “Good morning,
Gordilito.”
He started towards her, but she held her hand up to
stop him. “The Senora would like to talk to you.”
“Mrs. Crotty? Why?
“Perhaps she wants to extend her paper subscription.
Upstairs, second door on the left. Don’t forget to knock.”
Then she was gone. Shit! Double shit, he thought. There
goes our time together. Second door on the left.
Instinctively, he wiped his sneakers and ran his hands
through his hair to smooth it down. He knocked softly and
heard a voice tell him to enter. Helen Crotty sat at her
dressing table and through her mirror watched Gordys’
entrance. She liked what she saw. Max, you bastard, she
thought, you had better be right about this.
“Good morning, Gordy. May I call you Gordy?”
“Yes ma’am, you may. Good morning.”
Gordy was pleasantly surprised. He had expected a much
older woman. Mr. Crotty had been pushing 80 when he died.
This woman was only a few years older than his Mother.
He had no way of knowing that Helen Crotty was 14 years
older than his Stepmother. She was almost 50, but daily
exercise gave her the youthful figure of a much younger
woman. She turned to him and he caught a glimpse of thigh as
her dressing grown swirled. He could see the outline of her
nipples through the gauze-like material. He had no doubt
that she wore nothing beneath.
“I had a very interesting conversation with a gentleman
who says he knows you, and your . . . abilities. A Mr.
Duncan. Max Duncan. You do know him?”
Gordy went on guard. This was definitely not the
conversation he had anticipated. What had Max said? Had he
mentioned Carol? Serena? Hell, Joanna! “Er, yes ma’am. I
know Mr. Duncan.”
“You look uncomfortable, Gordy. Please sit down and
relax. Here. Beside me.” She patted the bench seat.
He sat reluctantly. She wore a light, pleasing scent.
It smelled sexy, and he felt his prick twitch. He wished he
had worn less revealing shorts.
“Mr. Duncan. Max. He says you’re an exceptional young
man. Gifted, in fact. He was very impressed with your
credentials.”
Gordy let out a deep breath. Shit. She was talking
about the egghead stuff! Max was Phi Beta Kappa and a Rhodes
scholar. Maybe she wants to sponsor me or something, he
thought. She put her hand on his upper thigh and squeezed.
Gordy knew immediately that he was wrong.
“I’d like very much to see your credentials.” Her hand
was gently kneading his thigh. He fought to control his
growing erection. “Er . . . but . . . Juanita?”
She laughed. It was a nice laugh, he noted.
“Of course, Juanita. I should have known. Juanita,”
she called. The Latin housekeeper entered the room wearing a
French maids uniform. Gordy’s eyes bugged out. It was
fucking transparent! Cellophane! And she wore only black
hose and a garter belt beneath it. She curtsied and giggled.
“You called, Senora?”
“Yes, dear. Come here. Young Mr. Wilson was just
about to show me his credentials.” She smiled at Gordy. “I
think Juanita has already seen them – up close.”
Gordy laughed. It was great to be alive. It was great
to be a stud! He stood and dropped his shorts. His prong
sprang to attention. And it sure as hell paid to advertise.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Gordy stepped out of the shower, towelled dry, and
walked into his bedroom. He was bare-ass naked.
“Well, look at this, Carol,” Joanna Wilson said, “An
unusual towel holder.”
Gordy made a move to retrieve his towel, then thought
better of it. He shrugged, what the hell. Carol and his
stepmother wore only bathrobes. He didn’t notice their high
heel shoes. He bowed gallantly.
“Although I’m somewhat at a disadvantage, how may I be
of assistance, ladies?”
“We went shopping today and we wanted to show off our
new clothes,” Carol said. She smiled at her Mother
conspiratorially.
“Where are they?” Gordy said, looking around. Together
they opened their robes. Both were dressed in Opera hose,
garter belts, crotchless panties, and flimsy see-through
bras. Joanna was in black, and Carol in red.
“That’s fantastic! Boy, oh boy.”
They posed and pranced for his approval, laughing as
they played at burlesque queens. Joanna even did a credible
bump and grind. “I don’t think we’re a hit, Mom,” Carol
said, ” There’s no reaction from the peanut gallery.”
Joanna turned and bent over, revealing her lovely
asshole. She looked back for Gordy’s approval. “I think
you’re right, honey. Would you care to explain yourself, Mr.
Limp Dick?”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I can’t tell a
lie. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is pooped.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Carol asked peevishly.
“That means he’s pussy-whipped. Doesn’t it? Where
have you been sticking that lovely pole?” Joanna pushed him
onto the bed and sat on his stomach. He had a lovely view of
her bushy mound.
“A gentleman never tells.”
Carol joined her Mother and they began to tickle him.
“Bullshit, Boy Wonder. Tell all, or else.”
Gordy squirmed, laughing, and rapidly ran out of breath
as each woman found a vulnerable spot. “Okay, okay. Uncle.
Uncle. I’ll tell, I’ll tell.”
They stopped and he tried to catch his breath. “I’m
doing this under duress.”
“Yeah, sure.” They sat cross-legged, one on each side of
him. The views were outstanding. Gordy related his morning
adventures with Juanita and Helen Crotty. They were avid
listeners, and he warmed to his story. He kept the details
lurid. They laughed when he told them about Juanita’s
transparent uniform – “I like that one,” Carol said – about
Helen’s wide eye look when his cock sprang out. The girls
could envision the story as he told it: fondling the maid’s
tits while her mistress slobbered spit all over his dickhead.
They could see her legs spread wide, felt her eagerness as he
pushed his fuck-pole into her juicy cunt. They shared her
orgasm in their minds.
Joanna had laid down, and Gordy was gently stroking her
pubic hair. Carol leaned closer so he could play with her
erect nipples. He told them how Max had taken Helen home
from the Country Club and fucked her ragged. And when
Juanita went to see what all the commotion was about, he
plowed her, too. And as a gesture of good will, he had
advertised Gordy’s virtues.
“So what else happened?” Joanna asked huskily.
Gordy shrugged. “We fucked, sucked, ate pussy – Helen
never ate out a pussy before, so that was brand new for her.”
He saw the light in his stepmother’s eyes. Pussy eating was
new to her, too. And she liked it. He watched as Joanna
locked eyes with his sister. He felt the electricity in the
air.
“What else?”
Gordy leaned close to his stepmother. “I reamed out
Helen’s ass while she sucked my cum from Juanita’s cunt.”
That was all Joanna could take. “Do me, Gordy,” she
whispered, “fuck my ass.” Joanna buried her face in Carol’s
pussy and began licking her daughter’s clit.
“Uhhhhmmmmmmm . . . oh, yeah, Mom. Yes! There! Eat
me! Suck your daughter’s dirty cunt.”
Carol pulled her legs wide and held them close to her
tits. She purred like a cat when Joanna shoved two fingers
into her; one in her pussy, and one in her ass.
Gordy was fully erect, now, rock hard. His Mother’s
ass was sticking high in the air. A perfect target. He
licked her bunhole and dribbled saliva into it. She moaned
at the touch. He positioned his rampant prick at her
asshole and felt her push back into it. Gripping her ass
cheeks tight, he drove his rod in to the hilt. She screamed
into Carol’s box and came immediately. Her climax was
shattering.
To Be Continued

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