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Tonight is for us

Really hot summer day, I stand in front of your door
Knowing that the parents are gone for a while
Knowing that it’s just gonna be between the both of us
Tonight is for us, tonight is dedicated to our bodies
Open the door, let me in, give me something to drink
Look at me while I’m looking at you
These curves, these lips, these hips
Oh God, I’m already ready for the party
And I see in your eyes the same energy
The powerful desire to be mine tonight
Siting in the sofa together, hand in hand, eyes in eyes
Talking about our lives without really realizing what we say
‘Cause we both now what we want, what we want so bad
But all this masquerade’s just the introduction to something better
In your eyes is a fire that nobody can stop burning
The two points on your breast is the proof
The proof of what’s happening in your heat
Hard, hard, hard, so hard baby
Can’t hold on anymore
Yet I have my hands on your breast
Pressing them, feeling their perfect form
Your body against mine, you can feel
How much I want you only for me
The heat of the room makes us sweating
Take off these clothes, let me see all
Wet you are, it’s useless to hide it
Your 15 years old body – My 17 years old body
Perfect alchemy, perfect timing
Now let me take your heart
Now let me take you hard
I call your bitch, you call me sir
On your all fours, you’re waiting for me
You’re trembling, you beg me
I will make your wish a reality
And fuck this willing body
The euphoria makes me going deep
I’m inside your womb, inside your mind
Do you understand I’m your master for tonight?
I grab your hair, spank your butt
Accelerate the cruel cadence of my cock in your ass
I hurt you and I know it, but I don’t care
You’re moaning – babe you’re moaning
You scream so loud but you don’t beg me to stop it
You follow the rhythm of your rape
And accept your conditions
You’re my slave and nothing else
Sucking my cock, riding my cock, you know the deal
Opening your legs, squeezing your breast, you know what you’re made for
The paroxysm is near
I feel the climax
Oh girl I will fill you up
Unleashing all that I have in you
Feel the seed so hot flowing in you
Maybe you will be pregnant
You know the risk, but you want always more
‘Cause you listen only your body
Dear sister, fuckin’ you is all I need

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Mandy

As her lower leg pleasantly tingled she lifted the left foot across her brother’s leg, she wanted him to treat that foot as he was the first. Still not thinking purposely about her he started to pay attention to both feet which caused Mandy to snuggle into a sofa pillow and slowly lose concentration on the movie.

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My Cousin Jane

Hi my name is John I’m 20 years old, and this is my story about my sexual adventures. I want to take the time to tell you guys that this was my first experience. There is a back story to this and it is well worth the read.
“Harder!” she screamed. I happily complied, and started to pound my cock in and out of her. “I’m almost there.” she said to me “I’m cumming!” she moaned. She climaxed her pussy tightly gripped my cock and after a few seconds I came. We both collapsed, Jane fell asleep but I didn’t I just laid there with my hands on the back of my head smiling. Seeing my cock deflate as all my blood rushed back to my head. I look at the hickies on my abbs that she gave me.
It wasn’t always like this, I really never thought I had it in me to sleep with my cousin. I thought I had lost my chance at it. Let me take you back to when I was 12 in 7th grade my cousin Jane had never really caught my attention in the slightest due to the fact that she was 2 years younger than me. That all changed in the summer before I went into 8th grade when we were all “sliding on a slip in slide”. We were all having fun so much fun that we didn’t notice the soap ran out and Jane slid on the slip in slide and when she got up her top was down. I got to see all of her breast. She was so embarrassed, he sister had to calm her down. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about her breast like that but they were my first pair that I had ever seen, and they were exceptional. I knew I shouldn’t have thought of her like that but she was one of those girls that developed fast and when I say fast I mean that she rivaled most of the girls in my grade. So everything went back to normal after that. Except for me I was jacking off everyday to the thought of her tits. That went on for about 3 years until I got a very special Christmas present from her…
It was Christmas eve and we were the type of family to stay up till 12 am so we could open our presents so we would choose a house and we would all go over and stay up till 12 and have a party. Well this time it was at my aunt Jenny’s house (Jane’s mom) I decided to go over earlier to see if they needed help. Turned out that my aunt was on her way out to pick something up from another aunt who lived across town with my other cousin Danielle. So it was just me and my cousin Jane. When they left she came out and said to me “Dang now I gotta go change inside my room. I was going to change out here.” Out of nowhere I blurted out “Why? No one is stopping you.” She then gave me a seductive grin and said “You’re right” and walked up to me in front of the couch and took off her shirt. I was in awe they had grown so much from the last time. She turned around and asked “Can you un do my bra?” I happily obliged. She turned around and let the bra fall off and I got so see her breast. She then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. There she was with just panties on she stepped back and took them off. “You like it? Not a single strand of hair. I shaved it all off.” All I could do was just nod. She then flung her panties at me and hit me in the face with them. She then walked up to me and kneeled down and felt on my throbbing dick in my pants she unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and boxers off so that I just had my shirt on and my dick was just inches away from her. (Now I’m not going to lie to you guys it was like 4 inches long but it’s just because I was 15 stick around and you’ll see how big it really got.) She grabbed my shaft and started to slowly pump up and down. Her eyes locked on mines only to break when she took me into her mouth. Her tongue licking the back of my head while she sucked. I was in heaven. I then pushed her head deeper so she would take my whole dick in her mouth. After about 2 more minutes of that I said “Jane I’m going to cum” I knew she heard me but I asked her “Where do you wanted it?” She then said “It doesn’t matter” With that being said I grabbed her head and shoved it in and out a couple times until I came in her mouth. I let my head fall back after the most intense orgasm of my life. I hear her swallow my cum and I look up at her and smile. She does the same and gets up and starts walking away. I say “Wait! You don’t want the favor returned?” She comes back and whispers in my ear “Tis the season of giving”and walked over, grabbed her clothes and went to take a shower.
There’s more, please let me know if I should continue or just quite my writing altogether aha.
Constructive criticism is always welcomed Thanks 😀

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A happy life begins young, Ch2.

The ‘story’ you are about to read is actually true, unlike a lot of stories which are listed as a true story here. As you will find out I had very little education and my only exposure to writing/grammar was magazines and the very few books I found and hid away.
If you would like to copy, amend and send back to me without errors that would be welcomed; if you are the grammar police I would suggest you get your thrills elsewhere. Please do not copy this text to any other sites without my consent, which I will give assuming you PM me and tell me where you want to post it. I also do not give permission for this text to be used for any institutes and/or research purposes.
Just for you homophobes, I am a guy and as a child, and beyond, I had sex with both men and women. If you do not want to read about children, i.e. me, having sex with adults you are forewarned.
This is the second part, I have written quite a lot more. So far I have written 92 A4 pages all about my sexual life. If people feel that I need to change my writing style, take some time to learn to write in a more professional/literate manner I will postpone posting more until I have improved it. If people feel it is good or acceptable then I will post more. Remember – feedback is very welcome, as long as it is constructive. If more sexually explicit content is needed I can go back and include more.
This is a true recollection but I do not, and will never condone anyone doing anything written here. It is for you to think about, not to replicate.
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Ch. 2
So here I am at my parents house alone in the dark with my computer providing the company of a dull low drone in my ears. I have been thinking back and trying to decide which memory would be best to tell you next.
I finished the first recollection with a hint that this segment would tell you about the time my father taught me how to pleasure him with every part of my body. However this seems to be rather a jump from what happened before that; The first time I was actually used by an adult male. This is what I will recall for you now.
It was a typical day for me at the tender age of nine. I had awoke early as normal to get in my parents bed before they awoke as I had been instruct to since my father had given me my own room. Every morning my mother knew her place in the bedroom, she had to wake up as soon as her phone started to vibrate on the cupboard before it woke my father up.
I also knew my place. I was to crawl into their bed naked as the alarm sounded and uncover my mum, delicately stroking my tongue around her nipples that sat dormant on her warm soft flesh. Gently taking her soft nipple into my mouth I learnt from a young age how to harden them, getting her aroused before moving onto the intensely warm and fragrant embrace of her lips.
‘Good morning baby.’ My mum sleepily cooed, happy to be broke from her slumber by my young tongue bringing her into her normal waking state of sexual awareness.
I could feel her small pink protrusion of flesh harden within my mouths grasp as I did my duty. Her hands nestling on my head, her fingers curling in my hair, as she pulled my face closer to her chest. As she reached her full hardness between my lips I did what I had to do every day, I slid my body down beneath the covers until my face was directly between her legs.
I could smell her beautiful scent from a few inches away, it always made me happy inside that I knew I got to prepare her for my father. I inched my face closer anticipating the warmth and moistness that was to engulf my senses.
Just as she had taught me I started with gentle circles of her labia, tasting her and my father from the night before. I made a point of not connecting my small tongue with her clitoris as it was not my job in the mornings to give her an orgasm since I was just there to get her ready for father.
As I traced her outer labia I could feel them start to swell telling me I was being a good boy. The warmth would increase and she would become increasingly wet from both my saliva and her own production of natural sweet juices.
‘God I love waking up in the mornings, you are so good at making mummy all wet and horny. Wake your Daddy up so he can fuck my pussy hard!’
It was rare my mum was ask me to wake father up, I knew when she was ready but that particular day she was much hotter and primed than normal.
My father was sleeping on his side as normal, facing away from my mum and I. Reaching over his hips and tracing his pelvic bone I wrapped my small hand around his soft penis. Father was still very much asleep but his penis reacted fast as always. With my hands being small I could not get my grip all the way around even his flaccid penis but I knew how to stroke slowly from base to head with a slight pressure; More a milking action than masturbating him.
‘Keep licking my wet pussy baby while you get your Daddy hard for me. Fuck…God that feels good, I want you to stick your little tongue inside me!’ my mother groaned as I multi tasked my hand and mouth.
I did as I was told and plunged my tongue inside her as far as I could, feeling the heat wrap around my extended muscle. In this position my nose was pressed hard against her exposed vagina, her clitoris rubbing against my brow.
I must have faltered in my pace on father’s penis as he turned over to pull the covers back exposing me to a rush of cold yet refreshing air.
‘Pay more attention boy, you need to learn to keep your rhythm on a big man’s cock even if you are eating your mum’s cunt’ He was not angry but there was certainly a hint of strict teaching in his voice.
‘Uh huh’ was all I could manage as my mum’s hands mashed my face into her now thoroughly slick entrance.
I steadied my pace on my father’s penis to make sure he was very hard for my mum. I could feel his eyes watching me even though my eyes where pressed closed against increasingly warm folds of flesh. I knew he liked to watch his little boy naked between his wife’s legs, tiny bum high in the air and small hand wrapped around his meat.
He slowly started to grind back into my hand, his penis getting close to it’s full potential. There was no way I could close my hand around even half his full hardness at that age, he had a wide girth and was always incredible hard.
‘Okay boy, sit on this whores stomach and suck her fat tits while I breed her’ father demanded, wanting mum and me in his favourite position.
I quickly released my grip of his rod and breathed deeply as I removed my face from its now intensely hot bed. A slight groan of disappointment emitting from her as her little boy stopped pleasuring her. I moved up as I was told and readied myself to have a finger inserted inside me in case my father decided this morning he wanted to feel my small anus.
I managed to sneak a look back as my father positioned himself between mum’s legs and place his engorged fleshy head to her lips. He stroked himself up and down her exposed and swollen entrance to get himself well and truly lubricated. Just as he pushed all of himself inside her in one strong motion I felt his hand firmly connect with my naked buttocks.
‘I told you to suck her tit’s, now do it before I slam my fat cock in you!’
I was scared of his tone but excited that I got to watch for the first time his penis slam into her. Maybe I shouldn’t suck mum’s nipples and then I would get to be treated like mum does, I remember thinking at the time. I wasn’t sure at that time what I could really get away with so I did as I was told but I still tried to steal glimpses of him slamming himself in and out of her seemingly bottomless walls.
Every now and then as my mum was forced further up the bed I was able to look down between my legs, past my hairless little penis and see my father’s large hairy balls swing back as he pulled out. They would disappear from view again as he ploughed forward again with a loud slap hard against the pale moist flesh of mum’s cheeks.
I was struggling to keep my mouth locked onto mum’s breast as she was hammered back and forth along the bed, her body shifting with every powerful stroke father gave her. Never the less I did my best and was rewarded with her hands once again on my head, steadying me and making sure my mouth never left her body.
I sucked, nibbled and teased her small pink nugget keeping a strong suction on her. Mum’s groans grew louder and more guttural and she received my father. Her moans and screams barely covering the sound of the fierce action behind me.
‘You’re a fucking whore, you like me fucking you like a dog? You want me to cum inside your wet cunt?’
‘Yes.. Oh God… Please give me your cum… Give your filthy whore your hot load deep inside me!’
Father always loved mum begging him to orgasm inside her. I am not sure if it was just because she loved it when he did or for the fact she knew he would only let her orgasm after or at the same time him.
I did everything I could to pleasure my mum, stroking and pinching her right nipple as I enveloped her other in my mouth, tongue flicking and circling as I sucked.
Father always loved looking at my little pink hole as he had is way with mum, that particular time he grabbed my buttock with one hand, pulling it far to the side so he could see my tight muscles clench and relax. Hearing him groan as I pushed on my anal muscles and flexed my hole for him to see made me excited. I wriggled and gyrated my hips at him just as mum did when he had her on all fours.
‘That’s it you little fuck toy show Daddy what you want!’
I pushed back at him as mum used to do, squeaking and sighing as he rubbed his thumb against my tight little sphincter.
‘I’m going to use that hole very soon boy, and turn you into my little girly fuck toy. Oh… Fuck… Get ready whore… I’m… going… to!’ Ohhhh Fuuuck!’
As my father bellowed my mother screamed and I squealed. I couldn’t breath with my face pulled hard into breast. I couldn’t move as my father had unintentionally forced his entire thumb all the way inside my dry and very tight little hole. I froze in place as the pain of the intrusion took over my senses, all I could feel was his thick hard thumb plumbing what I thought was the depths of my bowls.
As he stopped slamming his cum deep inside my mum the noises of their lust ebbed. As the last of his orgasm faded he must have opened his eyes to see my impaled on his hand.
‘Jesus Christ Jan, look at this little boy slut! He has my whole thumb inside him with no lube.’ he chuckled with slight astonishment as he wriggled his thumb around inside me. I didn’t dare move as the pain a the time was immense. I had been fingered by my father plenty of times in the past but I had always been lubed up with saliva, vaginal juices, KY or a mix of them all and entered slowly.
My head was released as mum sat up on the bed, quickly moving out from under me to get behind me and see. I was like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do but unable to move even if a thought had come to me.
‘Wow, he will be taking that big cock of yours in no time John but I think you might be hurting him a little.’
‘Well it will hurt even more when I slam my cock in him so he better get used to it’
As the pain slowly faded I could feel my insides being slowly fucked. My muscled kept tensing uncontrollably but my body decided on its own to start rocking back and forth. I couldn’t understand why I was doing that but thinking back it was probably from watching my parents so often, mum bent over one piece of furniture or another as my father ravaged her.
I looked over my shoulder to see my fathers left arm around my mums shoulders, hugging her as they both watched my small body try to get pleasure from his invading thumb. Thinking about it now it was if they had a look of pride in their eyes.
‘That’s enough boy, you will be getting plenty of that very soon’ father winked at me, a small smile playfully running across his face.
‘Come on baby, lets go and grab some breakfast after a shower, then you can go play outside for a while.’ Mum croaked at me as she tried to hide the fact she nearly started laughing, obviously she knew what my father had meant. Being nine I hadn’t got the hang of understanding when my father had something planned or when he had another meaning in what he was saying. I felt the thumb that invaded me retract with a little resistance with the lack of lubricant. There was a slight amount of pain but the strangest thing was the sudden feeling of being empty inside. However being a naive happy little boy I jumped up off the bed, forgetting in a second the short experience of pain I had just endured, scurried down the hallway while mum chased me to the shower, both of us naked of course.
After a quick shower with mum, breakfast I grabbed my ‘explorer bag’, as I called it then, and I bounced out of the house onto the dirt track at the back of the house. Being so young I vividly remember knowing the forest around our house better than even my father did, in all directions for a few miles.
I had mental markers for everything. There was the tree stump where the evil witch had gutted and half eaten a rabbit. I remember only a day later all the remaining flesh and skin had been stripped away by the insects that only existed when no one was looking. I avoided that tree stump from that day on, not wanting to be half eaten and left for the forest to gobble up.
There was a small jagged gully made of slate with a stream that ran through it, flowing around a mossy rock I think I had called Fred because the moss had grown to resemble a face in my young mind. I was a rather whimsical child come to think of it.
But that day I decided to go up past the clearing where the goblins had cut all the trees down and up to the small cave I had never dared go in before. I have been there since and if I wanted to go inside it now I would have to crouch down low shuffle to get inside. Back then I looked up at the huge cave from the bottom of the shingle that lead to the mouth. I remember being scared but fascinated with what could be inside. Monsters and goblins I think was what scared me most. I had only managed to scrabble half way up the bank when I slipped and skidded on my knee to the bottom of the hill. Frustrated I slammed my hand into the shale, small bits flying in all directions.
‘What’s up lad?’ a deep male voice came from somewhere behind me.
Startled I turned around on my knees, hands planted firmly on the small rocks around me, ready to jump up and run.
‘Uh… uhm… Nothing sir! I just slipped.’ was all I could manage as I tried to reign my jolt of fear back in. The man standing before me was huge. His shoulders were the widest I had ever seen, his muscles bulging and skin glinting under the sun that glimmered through the trees. The sun seems to make his head glow as it reflected off his bald shiny scalp. In contrast he had a short but full dark brown beard speckled with patches of grey above his lip, leading in a circle around his mouth to his chin.
‘Come on boy, stand up and dust yourself down.’ he spoke with a voice as deep the cave behind me above the hill.
I stood slowly not sure of the mountain of a man before me. I had only really been around my father and mum, the occasional visitor or delivery person but never on my own. Being so far from anyone and being isolated had not prepared me at that time to deal with strangers.
‘It’s OK lad, don’t you worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I was just out walking and saw you slip. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.’ he chuckled, his face softening and his body relaxing as he became a lot less intimidating.
I slipped my bag off my shoulders and I looked down to notice a graze on my right knee. No more than a scratch that I got every time I went out playing in the forest. However it was bleeding and it did sting, if I recall correctly.
‘We better have a look at that, that shingle might have got under the skin!’
I took a step backwards as he started to walk towards me, a sharp crunching of pebbles under his feet as he crossed the small gap between us.
‘Come on lad, I said I am not going to hurt you. I’m Peter, what’s your name little one?’ he asked as he knelt down on one knee and extended his large hand in apparent friendship.
‘Erm… I’m James sir’ I managed to force out of myself as I looked down at my feet, trying to ignore the tickling of the blood as it made its way towards my long black hiking socks.
‘Hello James. Now we are properly introduced why don’t you come here and let me take a look at that cut. Don’t worry I promise I won’t hurt you.’ Peter smiled whilst he again extended his hand out to me.
I remember still being a little uneasy but I was no longer scared. His large biceps and hair covered forearms reminded me of my father but on a much grander and contoured level. Looking back that first step towards him seemed to take an age as my feet felt like lead. But as I reached out my hand and placed it in his I seemed to at ease. His immense hand closed around mine and gently pulled me towards him.
‘That’s it James, now let’s get you up on my knee so I can check you out.’
His free hand took a hold of me under my arm as his other pulled me close to him. He deftly lifted me up and placed me onto his knee. It was strangely comfy being so close to him with the familiar manly smell my father had.
I watched as he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed the blood off my graze, taking care not to put too much pressure on.
‘Well there is no stones or dirt in it, just a nasty little graze is all’ just as I had suspected it was.
I wasn’t sure why at the time but Peter pulled me in close to him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and hugging me. One hand travelled up my back to rest on my head and pull me gently into his large pecs. He was only wearing a vest top so his chest hair was exposed, my face nestled in amongst it tickling my nose. I giggled and he looked down at me with a broad grin, flexing his pecs to make his hair tickle me more.
‘Stop it that tickles!’ I giggled as I wriggled on his knee.
‘Sorry lad but your laugh is so cute.’
I smiled back up at him feeling safe and protected in his manly embrace. I did become aware of his hand stroking my back and right thigh, gently squeezing as he smiled. He didn’t say anything for a while. I just sat on his knee as he stroked me, his hand moving up and down closer to my privates with each pass.
I knew he was enjoying feeling my small leg under his delicate grip, his hand almost big enough to encircle my entire thigh. The more he caressed me the firmer his grip got until I felt something move against the side of my leg.
I knew this feeling from when I sat on my father’s lap as mum would walk around naked and show her self off as father instructed. Those times father would put me directly over his penis and grind himself against my rear whilst he held my hips tightly. That normally ended with me being pulled back and forward so fast that my mum would stand up against me, holding me close to her so I didn’t fall off. She would always rest my head in that wonderful crevice between her breasts that made me feel so safe. Her hand rubbing my back while she told me how much of a good boy I was. Father would grind his rock solid penis hard against my crack just as he did with mum but with our clothes on. It would normally last about five minutes if I had to guess a time but it always ended with me having a wet patch on the back of my pants.
‘So why are you out here all alone James?’ Peter broke the silence we had been sharing.
‘I was just playing, sir. I like to come out and play on my own a lot. I was just going to see what was in that big cave up there.’
‘Well it certainly looks scary in there! I wouldn’t like to meet any big monsters!’
Giggling I poked Peter in the thigh I was sat on ‘You could get rid of any monsters in there!’
‘I couldn’t scare a monster away.’
‘You scared me!’ I stated very matter of factly, Peters face became a little hardened although still friendly as I looked him in the eye.
‘Your not scared of me now are you James? I want us to be friends.’ he had asked me with a slight look of worry dancing across his forehead.
‘No sir, I’m not scared now.’ I remember whispering as I looked down at his hand move over the crotch of my loose shorts and cupping my privates.
‘That’s good James, good boy. Now how about I do you a deal. I will go and scare any monsters away if you do me a favour.’ he whispered in my ear whilst rubbing his hand harder against my small penis. His other hand circling my lower back firmly yet soothingly.
I didn’t say anything to Peter, I only nodded knowing that the tension in the air was the same tension that would build between my parents.
Peter lightly shifted me off his knee and stood me in front of him. The smile on his face was vivid but there was a look in his eye; A look I know now to be the lust a man shows when he knows he is going to get what his loins deeply desire.
I stood there in the woods I knew so well and where I felt perfectly safe, before a man who wanted a favour I knew was sexual. If he knew of my experience he did not show it but he did show his excitement. I remember looking from his face to his bare arms, his chest hair to his massive legs and between those legs a defined outline of his lust.
There was a slight tremble in his hands as he reached for my shoulders. As his hands found the first button to my white cotton short sleeved shirt he fumbled it open and I watched his manhood visibly move in his jeans. The rest of the buttons soon followed and the warmth of the sun quickly took away the sharpness of the cool breeze as my shirt was removed completely. I was stood there with no shirt on, my naked torso exposed to him. Peter ran his hands lightly over my arms, up and down while staring at my chest as if trying to build up the courage to touch me further.
‘Wow James, you sure are very pretty. Just perfect. I want to just…’ his voice trailed off as he dragged his slightly calloused finger tips over my smooth chest making a point to linger on my nipples.
I was mesmerised by the movement of his chest. It rose and sank at an irregular pace. The hair bristled together and shone in the sun. Peter must have noticed my gaze because he looked me in the eye, shifted back upright and with a grin slowly removed his top.
I remember letting out a small gasp as the full effect of his manliness was exposed. His pectoral muscles where extremely developed with large nipples, nearly has long and hard as my mums, pushing forward and back with his breathing. His abdominals where strongly defined. All of this covered with short dark hair that danced in a pattern of waves across his sculpted testosterone, swathes of grey adding only to the image.
Peter never spoke, nor did I. He did however become emboldened as he saw me fascinated with his well developed frame. He came back close to me and again knelt down. Easily finding the shiny black leather of my belt he traced it from front to back before moving his hands down over my buttocks, taking a firm handful in each hand. His strong grip did not last long as he took hold of my belt buckle and quickly undid it. I gasped as he quickly pulled my grey shorts down to my little leather hiking boots.
‘I think we should take these off little buddy, they are sort of in the way!’ Peter excitedly pointed out, yanking my boots off, pulling me off balance.
I fell into his chest and as our chest collided Peter put his arms around me, pulling me in close. I could feel his heart beating at a high pace, his breathing shallow until he put his nose to my neck and took a deep breath in.
‘Oh you smell nice James, very nice! Do you like the feel of your skin against a man’s skin?’
‘Yes, I do sir. You are very warm and soft, like my teddy when it comes out of the dryer at home!
Peter let out a hearty laugh and held me tighter while still struggling to get my boots off. Finally he managed to remove them without too much fuss.
‘Lets get those cute little shorts off as well then James, I bet you look amazing without them.’
I took a step backward as Peter lifted each foot out of my shorts, my hand was on his shoulder for balance. I was stood in front of this mountain of a man in just my little white briefs. It was a good thing I was used to being naked around adults because the smile on Peters face went from ear to ear. Even though I was used to it I still jumped as he reached for the sides of my pants and hooked a finger in each side. I knew what was next, that was also not new to me but Peter did it with a haste my mum had never done.
‘Bloody hell! You are utterly perfect. Do you know that James? You are the sexiest little boy I have ever seen. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?’
‘I am nine and one quarter sir.’
‘And a quarter huh? Well that just makes you even more special. Because you are such a big boy I am going to play a game with you only big boys get to play. Do you want that James? Do you want to play a big boys game?’ I remember him asking the trees as much as asking me. I don’t think my answer made it too his ears.
Very delicately, as if touching a snow flake, he brushed a finger over my penis. He stroked and danced around my inch of young flesh with his index finger before taking a grip of my hairless testicles. He cupped and massaged my empty scrotum whilst still rubbing the length of my penis with his thumb. I don’t recall what he said next, I think because I was so focus on the new sensation in my not quite so limp boyhood. What he did next was a surprise given that I was so intently focused on what he was doing to my body.
I watched as he stood upright towering above me and casting a shadow that took the warmth of the sun away from my pale white skin. He seemed to be much taller than he had before with no top on, his hands reaching for his own belt.
‘I am going to show you something I think you will really like James, normally only really big boys get to see a man with no clothes on. I think you are ready to see what I have for you though.’
He very slowly unbuckled the clasp of his belt and undid each button to his black jeans. I could see the bulge he was toting. It looked as if he wouldn’t be able to get his tight jeans over it but somehow he managed. The stiffness of his manhood forcefully ejected itself from the confines that had been torturing it and created a large log type protrusion hanging heavily towards his left leg. I realised then that his penis was much larger than my father’s. My eyes must have become very wide and my mouth open.
‘It’s okay James, don’t you worry. You are going to like Daddy’s big cock.’ Peter purred in what I guess what his soothing voice.
After slipping off his training shoes and jeans Peter proceeded to stroke himself in front of me. Being very short at that age the top of my head was just level with his large package that was currently being massaged.
‘James, I will go up and scare those monsters in a minute but right now I want you to reach up and pull my boxers down for me. That way we are both naked and enjoying each other.’ When he said that I became excited. I had for years watched my mum peal my fathers underwear down and see his semi erect penis almost flop out into her face. Now it was my turn. I couldn’t at the time work out why my hands where trembling as I reached up to his waist band. Slowly I pulled the cloth down. I watched as it caught on his buttocks and constantly growing penis. Tracing the waistband back I pulled his boxers down over his very muscular cheeks first, now they where only caught on his manhood. For some reason I remember I took a deep breath as I tugged for the last time, revealing what can only be described as the largest penis I had ever seen.
‘There you go James. That is all for you. Since you are so special you are the only one who gets to play with it.’
I was in awe. That thick, uncut, fleshy piece of meat was all for me I and I knew I wanted it.

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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 5

Chapter 5
The early morning light filtered through the drapes, and in the street
the first sounds of activity could be heard. A friendly shout between
two men echoed up to the room, and Suzanne stirred, opened her eyes and
looked about. At first she felt a stab of uncertainty, then she
realized where she was. Then she remembered what had happened the night
before, and her face went scarlet. She looked over her shoulder and saw
Yvonne and Carole, still asleep, their arms about each other, a look of
beatific contentment on their faces. Oh, God, what have I done, she
thought. How could I possibly have joined them in that orgy of sensual
delight? Suzanne shivered and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Ah, but
it was wonderful, wasn’t it? It was the best sex ever. But what about
the boys?
She shivered again, remembering the harshness of the boys’ words,
actions and manner; yet there was something primitive and appealing
about it. God, she didn’t want to go through that again, but she did
feel that she wouldn’t mind having sex again with a man. After all,
that wonderful piece of meat, that lovely long lance that could
pleasure her vagina with such ecstasy. Oh, yes, she wanted that again.
She wondered who it would be with; she hoped it would be Sam, because
she knew Sam’s penis was large and long. She had not touched it, but
she had seen it, sticking up out of his pants that night on Belle Isle.
Oh, why didn’t she give in and take it then? Sam might not have gone
off to Europe. They might even have been married by now. She knew she
loved him, and he loved her, so why didn’t she? She wanted to;
remembering back, she knew she did want to feel it, to take it between
her lips and suck it till his sperm shot out in great gobs into her
mouth, coating her tongue with delicious saltiness before being
swallowed and becoming a part of her. Oh, yes, she had wanted him that
night; she had wanted him many nights, but she could never bring
herself to go through with it. She always remembered those moments when
her mother had said to her, “Suzanne, remember, nice girls don’t. Only
cheap little tramps will indulge before marriage.” And she had wanted
to ask her mother then whether she hadn’t made it with a boy before she
married.
But there was something about Mrs. Delacorte that made Suzanne afraid
of asking anything so intimate. Her mother was very prone to discussing
the intimacies of Grosse Pointe gossip, but something as personal as
sex was taboo. There had been several times when her father had brought
up the subject, often in a joke, and Suzanne felt a warmth; but
inevitably her mother would freeze them both with a cutting remark and
comments about “not being coarse.”
Now that she had finally experienced sex, an overwhelming orgy of
sensation, she wondered why and how the whole aura of dirt and
revulsion became attached to the subject. After all, it was a most
enjoyable experience; at least, despite the horror of the attack by the
boys, she knew that the ultimate penetration and orgasm was something
undeniably pleasurable. And with someone tender and loving, as Yvonne
and Carole had been the night before, it was the greatest release, the
highest expression of emotion. Yet why, then, did she still feel such
pangs of remorse, such a feeling of guilt and self-recrimination?
Suzanne looked over towards the two sleeping girls and wondered whether
they felt the same ugly gnawing in their stomachs after indulging in
relations? Obviously not, if they had been living together as lovers.
Yet how could Yvonne also have sex with men? Suzanne had read a
marginal amount of literature on the subject, but she was aware of
Freud’s bisexual theories, which must have some basis of fact, judging
from her own reaction the night before and her active participation in
sexplay.
But still, she couldn’t help wondering how she was ever able to indulge
with the girls, not merely the act itself but so soon after the
traumatic experience with the boys. It must have been Yvonne’s tender
massage of her breasts and her vagina, she knew that was it. Any girl
would react to such a stimulus; yet she knew deep within her that it
was more than that. It were as though a demon had been loosed in her
loins. Held back for so long, she finally felt her inhibitions falling
away. She wanted to indulge, she wanted to enjoy the delights of sex,
to throw herself with complete abandon into the most perverse practices
she could imagine, provided they were pleasant and didn’t hurt anyone
and, most of all, there was no violence except in the intensity of the
sexual feeling that quivered in her.
With a sigh, Suzanne pressed her hand to her forehead to ease the ache
that had just begun. There was a movement on the bed and she heard a
low moan.
“Oh, God, it’s morning,” said Yvonne, her voice sounding like the
rumble of the trucks up and down Woodward Avenue.
“Hi,” said Suzanne.
Yvonne reached out a thin arm for the cigarettes on the night stand.
She shook one out of the package and clicked the lighter, inhaling
deeply and leaning back, holding Carole’s still sleeping body in one
arm.
“Oh, that’s better.” Yvonne managed a grin and tapped Suzanne’s
shoulder with her forefinger, still holding the cigarette in her hand.
“How’s our little violated virgin this morning?”
“Okay, I think.”
“That doesn’t sound very convincing.”
Suzanne shifted in the bed. “Oh, I’ve just been lying here thinking.”
Yvonne heaved under a sudden attack of coughing.
“That can be dangerous, especially at this hour. I guess you’ve got all
sorts of guilty feelings running around that head of yours, huh?”
Suzanne nodded. “I’m … a little confused.”
“Aren’t we all? Let me tell you something.” Yvonne took another deep
drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly. “I won’t hand out advice,
but I’ll make a few comments. You’ve gone through a lot in the past two
days. I mean, with sex. I know what happened with those little bastards
must’ve shaken you to the bottom of your carnal cavern, and last night,
well …” Yvonne laughed softly. “That’s another bag of beans entirely.
But am I right in saying that you’ve had more sex the last two days
than you’ve ever had before?”
Suzanne nodded. “I’ve never had sex before. Ever. Not with anyone. But
… but I’ve often wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you? I thought you and Sam were pretty thick there for a
while.”
“Well, mother’s always told me it wasn’t right. I mean, not until after
you’re married.”
Yvonne snorted loudly. “Yeah, I get the picture.”
“I wanted to, but I just couldn’t. There was one night, no, there were
lots of nights when we almost did, but right at the last minute I’d
hear mother’s voice and I lost interest.”
Yvonne nodded. “It sounds like lots of mothers I know. They may have
screwed their asses off when they were teenagers, but they don’t want
their daughters to do it. Some sort of moral retribution or whatever.
Hell, I’m disgusted with people like that. Including your mother. I
feel it’s better to be open about things than brainwash someone until
they’re so full of guilt and misery that they never can enjoy sex, even
after they’re married. I know lots of couples like that. I mean,
married, but still have a hang-up which stems from an overly strict
upbringing. Maybe that’s why I’m so free about things.”
Suzanne frowned and stared at her friend for a moment.
“But how … I mean, I don’t understand how you can say you and Carole
are lovers, and yet you can still go with men. You said last night you
do.”
Yvonne nodded. “Yes, I do, sometimes. Like Jeff. I’ve shacked up with
him a couple of times, but then he’s one of the few men in my life that
really turns me on. I mean, he’s without a doubt the sexiest guy on
campus. You’ve got to admit that. And what he does in bed is a whole
chapter out of my diary. Oh, wow, that guy is something else again.
He’s got a body that won’t quit and a cock that should become a
national monument one of these days. Not that I’m hung up on big cocks,
mind you,” Yvonne added hastily. “But Jeff’s is about the most
beautiful piece of meat I’ve ever seen on any man, bar none.”
Suzanne giggled. “Is it as big as they say it is?”
Yvonne reached for the ashtray and mashed her cigarette, erupting with
a deep laugh at the same time.
“So you’re curious as well? I noticed the way you were watching him in
Verne’s the other day. I guess every chick at Wayne would like to know.
Well, I’ll tell you, my former vestal virgin. Jeff’s cock is long. It’s
also rather thick. It has enough foreskin over the end to make drapes
for this entire apartment. His balls could double on the pool table,
and when that whole gorgeous area stands up to attention, I feel like a
dog beside a fireplug; I just want to lift my legs and wrap myself
around it. He really is quite incredible.”
Suzanne nodded. “That colored guy Clayton is big.”
“They say all colored studs are bigger’n white guys, but let me assure
you, Jeff’d give the whole goddamn NAACP a run for its money. Also, I
guess for me the most important thing about that adorable man’s penis
is the fact that it’s very white, very smooth. No big veins like some.
Just one big white lollipop waiting to be licked.” Yvonne shifted in
the bed and laughed again. “Jeez, I’d better stop this. I’m getting
horny just thinking about him.”
Suzanne laughed. “I’ve often wanted to know Jeff better. I’ve only said
hello a couple of times. But I know he lays just about any girl he can,
and I felt it wasn’t any use, you know trying to know him, because I
wouldn’t go to bed with him.”
“But that was before, dear,” said Yvonne crisply. “And now? Would you
now?”
Suzanne nodded slowly. “Maybe I would. I don’t know for sure. I still
love Sam, and he’s the one I really want.”
Yvonne smiled. “Well, let me tell you something else, then. I love
Carole. She’s everything to me. But we’ve been together long enough to
know that love is based on more than just sex. Which is why I’m able to
shack up with some guy, or like last night, we’re both able to have a
little orgy with some other girl, and not let this get in the way of
our feelings for each other. Sex is sex. To me, and to Carole, it’s
part of the scene, but not the most important. We can take it or leave
it. We always take it, though, I assure you. And I’ve always believed
in not having sex with someone just because you might feel like it at
the time. Like with you, I’ve wanted to ball you ever since we met. But
I got to know you, and I knew there’d be a right time. It’s like every
person: there’s a right time, a right place, a right individual, and
then everything fits. Everything comes out right, like last night. You
enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Suzanne nodded. “Of course I did. You know that.”
“Sure. And maybe we’ll ball again. Who knows? And don’t you go getting
any romantic notions about me or Carole just because we had a little
pussy for late supper. It was something that was fun; it happened and
it’s over.”
“You sound so sensible about things,” said Suzanne. “I wish I were. I’m
still kinda confused, because …” She hesitated. “You see, the way I
suddenly became so sexy last night, it sorta scares me, looking back on
it. I mean, now I feel I’ve done something very wrong. When the boys
attacked me, that was different. They forced me. But last night, I did
it because I wanted to. You understand? I really wanted to do
everything we did, and even while I was doing it, I felt it was wrong,
but I didn’t care. Something stronger made me do it. And it was
wonderful. But now I’m wondering: how about what I really feel? Do I
want men? Do I want women? Oh, Yvonne, I feel so terrible.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Yvonne reached over and patted Suzanne on the
shoulder. “You’re only going through a delayed adolescence. Hell, you
should have been behaving like this five years ago, but then you’ve got
that mother of yours to thank for that. She should join Billy Graham
instead of organizing tea parties for the Grosse Pointe Ladies’ Club.
Anyway, try not to feel guilty. Would you believe lots of girls, and
men, too, will mess around like we did. It doesn’t mean you’re a dyke.
It just means you let go because you’d been primed right. Jeff even
told me once that he’d had a wild evening with some guys over on Forest
Avenue at some house there. You know that big three-story one near
Lincoln? They call it Homosexual Haven because of all the queens living
there. Well, Jeff says he kinda hung one on over there, but that
doesn’t mean he’s giving up girls. And what we did last night doesn’t
mean you’re giving up boys. I’ll bet the minute Sam gets back into
town, you’ll be rolling into bed with him so fast it’ll make your boobs
turn to jelly.”
Suzanne laughed. “Yeah, maybe so. Oh, Yvonne, you’re so wonderful. I
wish I’d gone to bed with you a year ago. Maybe I wouldn’t be so
screwed up right now.”
Yvonne pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “I wish we had, too, but
then, like I said, these things always happen at the right time.
Seriously, baby, you do have a problem with those little finks up the
street.”
Suzanne felt a stab of terror as the memory returned, and her pleasant
talk with Yvonne suddenly disappeared in a sea of apprehension.
“Oh, dear, I’d almost forgotten.”
Yvonne laughed grimly. “Well, let me tell you, they’ll probably be
back. They know you’re scared out of your wits, and the fact that
they’ve laid you already only means they think they can do it again. So
remember, don’t open your door under any circumstances until you know
who it is. And if for any reason they do get in, scream bloody murder.”
“I’ve been thinking maybe I should move.”
“No, that’s only running away. It’ll have to get pretty hairy before
I’d advise that.”
Suzanne pondered a moment. “You know, the sad thing about it is I
didn’t think Donald was like that. In fact, I believe he’d be all right
if it weren’t for his brother and his influence. Ted’s the bad one in
that family. But Donald is a nice boy at heart.”
“Nice? He fucked you, too, didn’t he?”
“Yes, but … well, okay, so they all did, and it was pretty horrible,
but at least I noted a different feeling with Donald. I mean, he’s
younger. He’s got some tenderness in him.”
“You mean he had his tenderness in you, don’t you?”
“No, come off it. I mean, he’s a good kid at heart, but he’s been led
astray. That’s what I want to find out about this neighborhood, about
the people who live here. Is it because they’re bad themselves, which I
don’t believe, or is it the poverty, the misery they live in which
makes them that way?”
Yvonne sighed. “Listen, Miss Goodbody, you can’t change the world.
You’ve got to take it as it is. And those characters are all the same.
They start fucking at six and they’d do it if they lived in Grosse
Pointe or the Appalachians, where most of them come from, anyway. No,
dear, there’s some who just don’t have the inborn reserve about sex
that we expect. So don’t waste your time with them. If you want to see
them again, of course, that’s a different matter.” She giggled. “Maybe
they’re good sex. Were they? I mean, how big were their cocks?”
Suzanne flushed. “Stop it.”
“No, I won’t. Tell me. I mean, I know you don’t have much basis for
comparison, but you can tell, can’t you? Like this Donald that you seem
to be in a tizzy about. Was he as big as his brother, or the colored
boy?”
“No, he wasn’t, but he was big, I’m sure, for his age. Ted was bigger,
and Clayton was really big, and real thick, too.”
Yvonne laughed. “Like the three bears, huh? Momma, poppa and baby bear.
Let me ask you something. Suppose they came back, no threats, no
violence, but real nice, calm, reserved, and said how about it? Would
you go to bed with any of them again from choice?”
Suzanne flushed. “I don’t ever want to see any of them again,” she
said.
“You don’t sound very positive about that.”
“Well, maybe Donald.”
Yvonne’s laugh caused Carole’s eyes to open, and she murmured, “Shut
your hole, godammit, I’m trying to sleep.” Suzanne smiled self-
consciously.
“He is kinda sweet,” she murmured. “I like him, too.”
“You mean you like him because he’s young, sexy, well-built, and has a
big cock. Oh, dear, how typical can we get?”
Yvonne reached for another cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
“I’m willing to bet you do have sex with him again. Maybe with all
three.”
“No, never.”
“Okay, okay, I was only kidding you. After all, dear, I know you’re
still pretty shook up over what happened, and there’s no use sitting
around moping about it. So I find it’s often better to make a joke of
things.”
“Well, that’s no joke, believe me.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
Suzanne paused a moment, then giggled wickedly.
“But if Donald comes back alone, and is nice to me, well, who knows?”
“Oh, you little bitch!”
They both broke into loud laughter, and Carole raised up and glared at
them.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” she muttered. “Fuck all night and talk all day. Never
a peaceful moment around here, that’s for sure.” She leaned over and
kissed Yvonne lightly. “Good morning, love,” she said warmly.
Suzanne stared at the two girls, and for a moment envied their obvious
closeness, their rapport, the feeling that they shared.
“Good morning, Suzanne,” said Carole, putting her hand over and
squeezing her softly. “You okay today?”
Suzanne nodded. Carole swung her legs out of the bed, stood up and
stretched, yawning loudly. “I’ll go put the coffee on,” she said,
moving towards the kitchen.
Yvonne winked at Suzanne. “Just like a good little wife,” she said
coyly. “Come back here for a quickie, Carole.”
“Fuck you,” came the voice from the kitchen, quite pleasantly.
Yvonne laughed. “You know what a dyke with a hard-on looks like?”
Suzanne shook her head, and Yvonne stuck her tongue out and held it
there, projecting stiffly from her lips. Suzanne laughed, and Carole
put her head round the door.
“That broad’s always got a hard-on,” she commented.
“With you around, can you blame me?” replied Yvonne casually, slipping
out of bed and reaching for her robe. “Well, I’m going to take a
healthy crap, if you’ll excuse my French.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and Suzanne lay back, staring across
the room, and thinking how wonderful it would be to have a close friend
to live with; maybe not for sex, but just for company. She envied
Yvonne and Carole; their life together seemed so secure, so fulfilling.
With a sigh, she sat up on the edge of the bed, put on her robe, and
walked into the kitchen and sat down. Already the percolator had begun
filling the air with a pungent aroma. She felt refreshed and cheerful.
“I have a class at nine,” she remarked, looking at the clock, which
pointed to seven-fifteen.
“You mean you want to bug out?” asked Carole, busily washing dishes at
the sink.
“No, I’ll have some coffee, and then I’d better get back to my place
and clean up.”
“Okay. You can eat here if you like. We’ve got plenty.”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry. Some coffee’ll be fine,
though, thanks.”
She stared at the other girl, standing naked at the sink, and admired
her figure, so slender, yet with such full breasts and wide hips,
immeasurably feminine. There was no trace of embarrassment in her
manner; it seemed so natural for her to be without clothes. In the back
of her mind, Suzanne heard her mother’s voice, echoing back from years
before … “A lady never goes around naked. Even your father’s never
seen me without something on. I believe in modesty, like every self-
respecting woman.”
She smiled to herself. If only her mother could see her now, she
thought.
* * *
The front door closed behind her, and Suzanne locked it with a sigh of
relief. Even though she knew it would be too early for any young man to
have rape on his mind, she was taking no chances. She had had Yvonne
scout the stairway before she left the apartment for her own, and once
inside, the warm comforting glow she experienced with her friends began
to disappear. She was once more alone; once more vulnerable.
Stop it, she whispered to herself, walking into the bathroom and
turning on the hot water faucets in the tub, there’s no sense being
ridiculous about it. The door’s locked. You’re safe. Maybe safe from
physical harm for the moment, but what about her own fears? What about
her own desires? Would she ever be safe from those?
Impatiently Suzanne hung up her robe behind the bathroom door and
reached for her toothbrush. Energetically she attacked her teeth,
scrubbing harder than usual, as if through the act she would help chase
the feeling gnawing at her stomach, aching in her loins. Yes, she
couldn’t deny it, coupled with the fright was the deep desire for
something to happen again, something that would help mature her
burgeoning sexuality, help make it blossom to its fullest so she could
no longer think of herself as a girl but as a woman, filled with all
the passionate responses a woman should have, able to handle any
situation where a man (or a woman) was concerned. Yes, it wasn’t just
sex with men now; it was sex, plain and not so simple. It was the tiger
let loose in the jungle of her pubic hair.
She turned off the water and eased herself into the tub, letting her
body slide beneath the warm water, savoring the sensual pleasure of the
splashing against her skin, vitalizing her vagina again with erotic
desire and bringing her breasts once more to erection. It was true; as
her fingers rubbed over her magnificent orbs, she felt the nipples firm
beneath her touch. Jeez, had she turned into a raving sex maniac?
She closed her eyes, and with the soap in one hand she slicked her
other and rubbed herself, carefully, sensually. Her fingers massaged
her breasts and nipples, and her mind fled back to Yvonne’s soft
caresses the night before. Mentally she felt Yvonne’s fingers on her
body, Yvonne’s softness exciting her to a fever pitch of desire. Her
groin tingled with the rising tide of sexual arousal, and slowly she
let her fingers slide down, across her stomach, and come to rest in her
bush, pushing her labia open and reaching their final goal.
She felt the electric thrill as her finger touched her clitoris,
already hard and throbbing. She gripped it, caressed it, rubbed the
shaft, pinched it, and her hips began undulating gently. In her mind
she remembered Carole’s tongue paying homage to her pussy, bringing her
even greater delights than the hard prick which had cruelly defiled her
earlier. But had it been that cruel? Had Donald really hurt her that
much? He may have scared her, being stronger and holding her down, but
once he had slipped that lovely long cock into her eager pulsating
pussy, had it been that bad? She had to admit honestly it hadn’t; she
had loved it. She relished the thought of it cramming deep into her
depths, its thickness pushing aside her cunt-lips, probing her vagina
and sending shivers of excitement up to the mouth of her womb. Deeper
… deeper, Donald … let me have it all, let me have that rod, all
the way.
Suzanne’s fingers were pushing in and out of her wet, warm cavern, the
tantalizing sensations only made greater by the warm water lapping
around her body, licking at her breasts as they almost floated on top
of the surface. Her hips were moving quicker and quicker, making waves
that only stimulated every inch of her skin, making her wish Donald
were there, his tongue licking her all over. Not only Donald, but Ted
and Clayton, all three of them, their hands, tongues and cocks all
dragging over her, pushing into every crevice, bringing her the
greatest delight she was capable of experiencing. Yes, yes, all of
them; all those three wonderful cocks, all together, all pushing into
her. Yes, two cocks up her twat, the third up her asshole. She was
being fucked by them all at the same time. She slid one hand between
her buttocks and pushed a finger into her anus. Oh, Jeez, she couldn’t
stand it. The sensations were mounting. Her asshole was on fire. Her
twat was oozing her juices. Her breasts were going to explode. Higher
and higher … quicker and quicker … rub that clitoris, up and down,
pinch it, squeeze it … fuck me, fuck me … Donald … deeper. Ted,
quicker. Clayton, give that lovely big black piece of meat to me. All
of it, plunging deep into me. Oh, yes, yes …
With a strangled cry, Suzanne’s body heaved, sending large splashes of
water up the sides of the tub, spilling over onto the floor as she
convulsed and felt her orgasm mounting, shaking her entire body, and
from her mouth came little animal moans of ecstasy.
Slowly the feeling receded, and she lay still, her fingers still
manipulating her flesh slowly, gently as the waves of emotion receded,
becoming still as the waves in the bathtub. She opened her eyes and
stared down at herself. Oh, Christ, that was wonderful. It wasn’t just
the physical orgasm; it was the thought that perhaps it might have been
those boys again. Yes, again, again. She wanted then again, loathful,
hateful, hurting; but she wanted them. Oh, God, what was she going to
do? What would she do when they came knocking at her door again, and
something told her they were coming. They would be there, all three of
them, panting, with enormous hard-ons sticking out of their pants,
those lovely shafts of gleaming meat, two white, one black, each
throbbing with anticipation, eager to sink into her unresisting body.
Biting her lip, Suzanne climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she stared at herself, filled with
loathing that she had allowed herself to be so carried away. What was
happening to her? Did all girls go through this when they first found
out about sex? She looked at her body. It was the same as it had been a
week before. There was no difference. Her eyes lifted, taking in her
crotch, her breasts, and then she looked at her face, at the smooth
round cheeks, the slightly upturned nose, the wide, sensual mouth, and
her eyes, staring back at her with a new expression, a new awareness of
her womanhood. And in that glance, she knew she had forever lost her
innocence; her childhood lay buried under a sea of come that spurted
out of a large, jerking penis while she stood beside it, hugging it
with her arms, crying because it was too big to take, and all she could
do was hug it and cry, “Fuck me, fuck me!”
With a shudder, Suzanne walked into the living room and over to the
closet. As she slowly got dressed, she knew it was going to be a
difficult day, yet ten minutes later, as she bounced gaily down the
stairs and out into the sunshine, she smiled to herself and hummed a
tune. Come on, things weren’t so bad, really; and what was so wrong
about letting oneself go?
“Hi, Suzanne, how are you today?”
It was her slovenly landlady, calling out from the door of her
apartment.
“Fine, thanks, and you?”
“Oh, I’m okay. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Sure is.”
She ran out the building and up the sidewalk, suddenly realizing she
only had seven minutes to make her class.

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WHAT AM I DOING…

Here I am sitting on a plane heading to Chicago and then connecting to a commuter to Iowa. Why, I heading to see a friend (and occasional lover) for 2 nights.

Rape Maganet

Well this is the wildest thing to ever happen in my life, my name is Jaime and I am twenty three I have been married for three years. My husband is a loving and caring man with a normal sex drive and an adequate cock, so I don’t understand what is wrong with me. I was raped a month ago and every since he hasn’t wanted to touch me sexually, it has been very lonely and frustrating for me. He says that he wants to give me time to get over it, but I think he is the one who needs to get over it. It used to be that when he saw me naked he would get a raging hard on and pounce on me but now he just looks away. And to top it all off he decided to buy a guard dog, I was against it but he took me along to look for a dog. He tried to push me toward the Rottweiler’s or German Sheppard but I kept looking at the cute cuddly dogs, but he insisted it needed to be a big dog, in the end I picked a great Dane because it reminded me of “Astro” on the “Jetsons” cartoon. Well with that done when we got home I thought maybe now he will want to make love again, I tried for days to get him exicted but he just ingnored me and played with “Astro.” Now it has gotten so bad that when he goes to work I am so horny I can’t stand it and I masturbate intensely, the bad part is that I fantasize about the rape.
The man who raped me was a tall white guy built like a farm boy, you know big and stocky, and his cock was huge it matched his size, I would say maybe eight or nine inches long and four maybe four and a half inches around. Let me tell you it was a feat for him to fit that monster inside me, I am five foot even and weigh in at maybe one hundred pounds. Any way I had to run out to the store late one night for cigarettes and after I bought the pack and walked out of the mini mart there he was, at first I didn’t notice him but when I passed by him I saw him out of the corner of my eye turning to follow me. I wasn’t thinking about it until I heard his footsteps closing in behind me, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him, that was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the end zone of the high school football field. He had stripped me naked and had tide my wrist above my head to the goal post. I was frightened when I came to, seeing him stand over the top of me pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. I started to scream when he leaned down over the top of me and whispered, “If you stay quite when I’m done you’ll get to go home!” I wanted to scream again but his eyes told me that if I complied I wouldn’t be hurt.
I lay there the, cool short grass tickling my back as I stared up at him while he lowered his pants and then dropped his boxer shorts, I gasped seeing his cock spring out, like I said it was amazing. I whimpered and cried as he layed down next to me and started to caress my body his large hands made my frame look like a child in comparison. He ran his fingers up my belly and gently cupped my “A” cup breast as he nuzzled my neck and then began to tug at my hard nipples. I gasped and groaned pulling at my binds but he had tied me too good. I didn’t know what to do I had to submit but he was being so tender it was actually feeling nice. He kissed and suckled my earlobes as he worked his hand over my tummy again, I really started to wrestle with the ropes and roll away from him knowing he was moving to my vagina. It really was no use he rolled slightly on top of me pinning me down and worked his finger through my trimmed pussy hair. He worked up and down my slit and though I had started to clamp my legs closed he got in between and was using my own juice to lather me up. In spite of myself I was already feeling excited and my mind was trashed trying to figure out what was happening.
While he was playing with my pussy he moved his head down to my chest and started to suck on my nipples, I gritted my teeth, feeling his tongue and lips working on my aching areola, it was agony the anticipation waiting for the feeling of him to start sucking my nipple. Suddenly he scooped it up between his lips and I was lost, I felt my hips start to undulate as his fingers worked over my clit and into my sopping wet pussy. He kept this up for nearly ten minutes and I was racked with guilt because he was making me so hot and it was rape after all. Next he moved down my body and worked his lips over my stomach and to my mound I was nearly hyperventilating feeling his lips grasping my pussy hairs and tugging gently teasing me before he pushed his tongue down on my clit. Again my conflicting thoughts had me making mock protest in whimpering whispers while my hips rose up to meet his oral assault. His tongue flicked over my clit and he sucked it in between his lips, I spread my legs wider letting his head drop down between and he worked his tongue into my wet pussy.
I tried not to like it but I was moaning and withering there in the grass tied to a post with a stranger giving me incredible oral sex, I was gasping and moaning feeling like I was ready to explode. I had completely forgot about crying or protesting now I could feel the tear stains drying on my cheeks as I huffed out in a raspy, lusty tone. I was so close it didn’t matter who it was I just wanted to cum he was working my clit so good I could hardly stand it. Suddenly he stopped and I felt my body still moving I wanted to tell him to keep it up but I couldn’t, I had to submit my body but if I went vocal I knew my mind was gone. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as he got up and walked around between my legs standing there his enormous cock jutting out proudly, my eyes went wide seeing the massiveness of it again. Then he dropped to his knees in between my legs his cock bounced and flopped slapping it’s head on my thigh, I gasped and found my sanity again realizing he was about to put that huge thing inside me. I started to cry and roll away, but he grabbed my twisting hips with his big hands and pinned me flat to the ground. I was in shock watching between my legs as he lowered himself on me, I was muttering, “NO, oh please NO!”
I felt the bulbous head nudging at my opening and in a last ditch effort I tugged on the ropes trying to pull away I slipped away on the dewy grass and started to kick at him but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back down. I had spent all my energy on that last escape attempt and was huffing in air I let out a deep groaning gasp as I felt the head of his cock slip between my wet pussy lips. Unable to fight anymore I only managed a feeble verbal struggle saying, “PLEASE, I am married, I have been with only one man?” If he heard me he didn’t show it as he attempted to slide his cock into me I shrieked at the sheer size of it and the sudden thrust then whimpered, “It won’t fit, it’s so big, my pussy is too small?’ That he heard and, he whispered in my ear, “By the end of the night it won’t be too big for your pussy!” I whined and whimpered but he continued to push the massive cock into me I gasped and withered then with a groan managed to say “SLOWLY, please?” My statement shocked me at first then I thought to myself, “I am just trying to make it less painful” but that was lame justification. With that he moved with more care as he eased it inside me filling me up with his thick cock. Soon he had it all in my aching pussy and began to move I was shocked that he fit it inside me and watched with wonder as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. I became ashamed of myself as I marveled that I could fit such a big dick in my little pussy and it actually felt good.
He knew what he was doing he had worked me up to the edge of orgasm with his tongue on my pussy and now his cock was sawing away inside of me the upper edge of his shaft gnawing away at my clit. His mouth was working back and forth on my tiny tits licking and sucking hard on each sensitive nipple and I was arching my back and pressing them into his face. My nipples were tender and aching but it felt so erotic as he began to nibble them gently with his teeth. My husband never paid much attention to my breast during sex so this was all new to me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan but the longer he fucked me the closer I got to orgasm and before long I was raising my hips to meet his thrust and moaning like a whore. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his ass thrusting my hips at him burying his cock inside me as I came, I was shuddering and whimpering incoherently as my orgasm coursed through my body. Then I dropped back down and I lay limp as he kept pumping away my body rocking with the rhythm of his penetrating thrust my tiny tits jiggling lightly, my hard nipples glistening with his saliva, it felt heavenly having his big cock sloshing away inside me as I came down from my orgasm. Suddenly he picked up speed and was really ramming me deep and almost painful, he was grunting hard and low my whole body shook as he gripped my hips and lifted me up impaling me with his throbbing cock. I could feel it twitching inside me and my eyes shot open and wide as I knew he was going to cum. I cried out, “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T CUM INSIDE ME I’M NOT ON THE PILL!”
If he heard that he showed no sign as he collapsed on top of me and I felt the hot jets of his cum filling me up and squirting out around the base his cock where it was embedded between my wide, stretched pussy lips and it began to drizzle down my ass cheeks. I clenched my eyes closed and shuddered feeling the slippery jism working around his cock and the wet sloshing noises that came from my pussy. I whimpered in shock, my husband and I had always practiced the rhythm method and he would pull out and gently spray his load on my belly. Now it felt like gallons of sperm were swimming in my womb, I started to cry again thinking about what might happen but he just kept pumping his cock back and forth urging more cum into me and to my shame it made me have a secondary orgasm. I was shocked when he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine my eyes shot wide open, I thought “My God he was trying to kiss me?” I clamped my mouth closed but he kept his lips working on mine until they parted and his tongue slipped inside. His tongue found mine and began to flick it back and forth in an erotic dance that was so sensuous that I couldn’t help myself and I kissed back. When the kiss broke he lowered his head back to my chest and began working on my breast again, I just stared up the length of yellow goal post and took in the stars waving back and forth in the sky my head rolling up and back with the rhythm of his thrust.
He had not finished with me yet and proceeded to fuck me four more times that night each time I shamelessly had a mind blowing orgasm and a series of mini orgasms when he would flood my pussy with his cum. I felt so guilty as I let him kiss me and even enjoyed kissing back with equal enthusiasm and having him play with my tits made me hornier than I have ever been in my life. After the last fuck I thought he would be done but he kept pumping away until his cock was hard again inside me, then he pulled it out of me and crawled up kneeling by my head. I looked over at his cock the head was nearly purple and the shaft had thick blue veins that coursed up the length the taught skin was pink and raw looking and I assumed it got that way from being gripped by my tiny pussy, I felt him gently cup the back of my head and I looked up into his eyes, I could tell what he wanted but I was so weak I feebly clamped my mouth tight as he nudged his cockhead at my face. He smeared the mixture of our juices over my cheeks and lips as I made a muffled whine, I could smell my musky cunt juice on my upper lip as he rubbed his cock over my chin and back up. I had never sucked my husband’s cock after he had put it inside of me but something about the smell and feel of his spongy cock head on my face was exciting to me. He placed a thumb on my chin and applied gentle pressure and I simply gave up and opened my mouth, the enormous head slipped past my lips and over my tongue as he pulled my head toward his crotch. I just held his cock in my mouth as he held my head up for me then I began to gently suckle then bob my head and finally began to blow my rapist.
He was moaning and tossing his head back and forth as I sucked his cock, he would look down on my tear stained face and comment how pretty I looked, my husband never said anything when I gave him head, just grunted. Soon he began to pull my head toward him and pump his cock into my mouth. All of a sudden he held my head still and began to quake, my eyes went wide as I realized he was going to cum in my mouth. I made a muffled plea and I wrenched my head back and forth trying to dislodge his twitching cock but it was useless. I could feel his hot sperm spurt out onto my tongue, huge gobs sliding down my lapping tongue to the back of my throat choking me until I swallowed it. I had never swallowed my husband’s load; he never seemed to want that, he just wanted me to make him hard in my mouth before he made love to me. But now I could feel the residual cum pressing out passed my lips clamped on his cock and rolling down my chin and neck, something about the way he was making that animalistic grunting moan was turning me on and I kept sucking until he pulled his cock from my gasping mouth. I don’t know what came over me but I layed there as he let go of my head craning my neck and kissing all along his shaft while her rubbed his dripping cock all over my face.
The next thing I remembered was the cold spray of the field sprinkler as it shot out over me, I shook my head and watched as the osculating head turned the flow and traveled away from me, I looked around and it was daylight. I looked down my body my legs were spread wide and I could see my pussy was gaping wide from the fucking I had got all night long, my tits were standing up and the nipples were still hard as a rock they were red and raw. As the spray of water struck again and washed the sperm and sweat from my belly and pubes I gasped as the cold stinging spray worked its way up my body to my face. I squealed in shock and then I heard a voice all back, I dropped my head back onto the ground in the wet grass with a splash and turned to look where the voice had come from. I saw the grounds keeper running toward me then I closed my eyes again, the next thing I remember was sitting in the hospital being probed and prodded for a rape kit they told me and the police asking intimate questions. What he did, how many times, if he orgasmed, if I had when he raped me all this in front of my shell shocked husband. I related the whole story but for some reason, though I had seen my assailants face hovering over me for nearly six hours I couldn’t describe him. Or though I had felt his cum gushing into my aching pussy and mouth I couldn’t remember that either. And I surely wasn’t going to tell them in front of my husband that had more orgasms than in our entire three years of marriage in one night. A month later to the day and we got a call from the police telling us that the DNA evidence was no good, but that they were still working the case, my husband was devastated and left for work without even kissing me good bye.
That was this morning and now I in the shower soaping my body the events of that night are in my head and I am furiously working my soapy fingers on my clit and pinching my nipples hard gasping and huffing trying to bring on an orgasm. A sudden shock of reality as I hear “Astro” bark and I whimper and give up, rinsing off I let the water spray over my heated body until it ran cold then decide to climb out of the shower. As I am drying off the dog bumps the door with his snout and pushes it open, at first I am startled not knowing what had caused the door to swing open so rapidly then his big head pops in with his tongue dangling from his panting mouth. I gasped then giggled seeing his friendly face and step over and pat his head and scratch his ears, he laps at my hand and arm as if he can taste something on them maybe the soap? I pat him on the head one more time then and tell him to scoot off then lean up and start to dry my hair, “Astro” plops down on his hind end on the bathroom rug and watches me, I just smile and tell him, “Okay boy if you want to watch me brush my hair, it’s your choice?” I drop my towel and start to run my fingers through my hair loosening up the tangled strands as I am doing this I hear him huffing, I look in the mirror at his reflection he has his head tilted up and is sniffing the air, I look back over my shoulder and around wondering what it is that he smells. I dismiss it and reach for my brush on the back of the toilet.
I shriek as I feel his cold nose press into my ass cheeks and that is when I realize what it is that he smelled in the air, my own sexual sent had him curious. I feel his long tongue snake out between my slightly spread legs and lap from my clit to my asshole in one long lap. He makes four or five quick lashes at my wet cunt before I can react and I gasp and shiver half from fright half from the sensation. I gain my control again and I lean upright quickly and swat at his muzzle trying to push his face out of my crotch, he shakes his head as I scold him and try to push him out of the bathroom. But he is intent and the smell is driving him wild, suddenly he growls and bares his teeth I become frightened and retreat back into the bathroom and close the door, standing there with my back to the door panting with the exertion I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror. I quickly close my eyes and whimper and cry but my mind is on his tongue rasping over my hard clit and for a brief time how good it felt, suddenly I feel a hard thump on the door and I am pushed head long face forward onto the bathroom rug. I must have bumped my head on the toilet and blacked out, when I awoke I was sprawled on the floor and I could feel “Astro” licking between my legs again.
I was still groggy and softly swatted at his head missing every time; he was really going at it his tongue working up and down my ass crack and over my swollen pussy lips. I gasped as I felt his tongue swirl over my clit and then poke into my wet pussy, he works it back and forth inside me drinking in my pussy juice and I start to moan. “What the hell is going on what has gotten into this dog” I am asking myself but I feel my hips moving in time with his tongue it feels so good inside me. I lay there for several minutes really just letting my dog lick my pussy before I look back over my shoulder and watch him work then my gaze works its way down his long lean body. I gasp in shock as I see his pink cock head poking out of its furry sheath, my sanity comes back, and quickly I jump up and bolt through the door and start down the hallway. But my feet are still wet and I slip on the hardwood and tumble to the floor, Astro is right on my heels , I manage to get to my hands and knees before I feel his heavy paws on my shoulders. I scream in fear as he starts to mount me, I am struggling and trying to crawl away but he weighs almost one hundred and fifty pounds and has his whole body up on my back.
Suddenly I feel his hips thrusting and the poking of his cock head at and around my pussy and ass, I screech loudly but he is too engrossed to even hear it, just as quickly he found his mark and I feel his cockhead poke between my wet pussy lips. I gasp and he starts to thrust harder, now I can feel the length becoming unsheathed and penetrating me and I begin to sob and cry. His hot breath is panting out on the back of my neck his tongue drooling saliva down onto my back as he fucks me. With each thrust more of his cock is stretching out from his sheath and slipping inside me to my dismay, he is heavy on my back and I drop down on my elbows. This must have given him a better angle because now his cock began to really grow inside me, I didn’t know how long a dog cock could be but it was deep. He started to thrust in earnest and I was grunting with each poke of his cock. I could feel something larger on his shaft and realized that it was his knot. My eyes went wide as I realized he was going to try and push that into my pussy as well, I clawed at the slick floor but could gain no ground and suddenly I felt the bulb of flesh push past my pussy lips and penetrate.
It really hurt at first it was massive I was sobbing as my dog fucked me hard, but then something inside of me started to break and I was pushing back at him. I gasped in shock as I fucked back at my dog realizing what I was doing I whimpered, “N-N-no don’t want to cum on a dog dick” But it was too late and my orgasm ripped through my groin up my spine and over my belly, my pussy was clutching at his knot and Astro was grunting now feeling my strong pussy muscles massaging his doggy cock. Now he started to plow into me even harder his paws clutching at my shoulder blades and his toe nails digging in the feeling threw me into another orgasmic torrent and I thrashed around under him like a bitch in heat. I could feel his pace quicken and for some reason sanity worked its way back into my warped mind and I cried out, “OH NO, ASTRO DON’T YOU DO IT!” But it was too late and I could feel his hot cum squirting deep in my pussy I began to sob again as another series of mini orgasms rippled through me and I was thinking, “What is wrong with me I just got raped by my dog and I liked it?” Astro tried to pull back but we were knotted and as hard as he tried to pull back he just tugged me along with him it was hurting and I was gritting my teeth and begging him to stop. He lifted his paws and stepped to the side then around behind me so we were ass to ass and tried pull free but he just dragged me down the hallway with his cock stuck in my pussy. I whimpered and sobbed until we got to the living room and he layed down on the carpet in front of the television.
I lay there on my side with my dogs cock embedded in my pussy one his paws draped over my shoulder waiting for his knot to shrink up so his cock would slide out of me. After about ten minutes it still hadn’t subsided and I began to worry but I thought maybe if I helped him relax. I petted his furry coat and patted his haunches as he began to lick my face, at first it was alright then I started to get disgusted with myself because it felt good having my pussy full and him “kissing” me. Soon it shrank enough and plopped out of me I rolled away and stood up feeling his trapped sperm trickle down my thighs once I had gotten to my feet. I looked back at him he lay there with his tongue dangle from his mouth as he leaned his head up looking at me with those big dark innocent eyes and I just shook my head and said, “It’s not your fault you just followed your instincts” then I headed to the bathroom to clean up again. I squatted on the toilet and squeezed out the remainder of my dogs cum before I took a wash cloth and wiped my aching raw pussy clean. I stood up and looked back over my shoulder at the scratches Astro had left on my back and I hicked a quick sob picked up my towel and wrapped it around my body and walked out of the bathroom toward the bedroom.
I sat down on the bed sobbing with my face in my hands the tears trickling through my fingers then I felt a presence in the room, Astro was there he came up to me and started to lick my tear drops from my hands and when I pulled them away he was licking them from my cheeks. I pushed him away and scolded him saying, “NO, bad dog, you fucked me and that is a bad dog!” He was laying his head on my lap and nuzzling and I just couldn’t be mad at him I started to stroke his face gently then he shocked me by nuzzling his snout up under my towel toward my pussy. Apparently he wasn’t done yet, I pushed his head away and started to crawl up the bed scooting my ass but this succeeded in dragging the towel from around my body. Astro followed me on the bed and again I could see the pink head of his cock working out of his sheath, I was terrified and not thinking when I tumbled off the bed. I shook my head and reached up and took hold of the mattress to lift myself and pulled my torso onto the bed. I looked around where Astro had been but he was gone. I dropped my head onto the sheets in relief my ass bent over the edge, then I felt him pounce on me I screamed but he had me pinned to the mattress and was working at me again.
I tried to crawl up onto the bed but my lower half was trapped at the hip beneath his weight and I could feel his cock poking at my backside again. I was sobbing and begging the dog to get off of me but he held me down with all his weight. Either it was the angle I was at or his aim wasn’t as good but I suddenly felt his cock head poking at my asshole. I had never had anal sex my husband and I had never really thought of that as making love. My eyes went wide and I struggled to pull free but suddenly his cockhead made its painful entrance into my anus, I screamed a shrill loud long cry of pain as his cock head shucked past my anal ring. I was trying to move away but he just kept pumping until I felt the knot and my whole body trembled as he bore down and drilled it into my ass, it hurt so bad I must have passed out. When I came to he was pumping away his cock making long deep strokes into my ass and for some reason although it hurt I knew I could bare it. He kept pumping away until I felt his cock expand and then I felt his hot sperm jetting out into my ass, I shuddered and came along with my dog this time his knot shrank rather quickly and he tugged his cock out of my stretched ass with a painful pop. I lay there gasping, my heart pounding in my chest having just had my first anally induced orgasm and from a dog at that.
I was so weak that I just lay there as I felt Astro licking his jizz from my asshole and I just shivered from the feeling of his tongue working over my pussy lips and up my ass crack it really was soothing. Whatever it was something must have sparked in his libido but Astro made to mount me again this time I knew I couldn’t get away but I scooted my hips up onto the mattress a bit and pushed my face down burying it in the sheets. This worked as he managed to thrust into my pussy this time I was quite and obedient as he pumped his cock in me and even wiggled my ass back sliding my pussy over his knot so he wouldn’t have to work so hard. I turned my head to the side as he pounded away and let him lap his tongue lovingly at my tear stained cheeks I even flicked my tongue out licking his tongue as well. He fucked me through three orgasms before his knot ballooned and he filled me with his cum and gently pulled out of my aching pussy then leaned down and licked me clean in the process giving me another series of mini orgasms. He climbed up on the bed and lay down with his red cock at my face as if he wanted me to reciprocate when I didn’t move right away he scooted closer nudging his cock on my cheek. I obediently licked my juices from him as he had done for me I even sucked on the head of his cock pulling small steams of cum into my mouth and swallowing them eagerly. When he was done he hopped off the bed and trotted off out of the bedroom like nothing was wrong and I picked myself up with aching limbs and went to the bathroom for another shower this time locking the door before I did. As I washed the doggy scent from my sex wracked body I thought how this could happen to me. Raped by a man a month ago and now by my own dog today what was it that made me their target?
When five o’clock arrived I heard my husband’s car pull into the driveway and I waited for him to come in he seemed to be chatting with one of the neighbors for a long time before he made his way to the door. I was sitting on the couch trying to think of a way to tell him his dog had raped his pregnant wife or even if I should. When he stepped in he was accompanied by another man announcing him as the breeder, I looked up and was in total shock it was my rapist. I hardly heard my husband saying that this was the man who raised Astro, now I knew where the dog got it, and he had moved in next door but as I stared at the stranger I knew I couldn’t tell my husband about the dog or the positive pregnancy test I took earlier today not today at least. I kept looking at the “Breeder” and knew my life would never be the same, his eyes held a knowing look and his wry smile showing he had not forgotten me. I smiled and stood up and shook the man’s hand with a cold chill crawling up my spine as with a sweet tone he asked, “Have we met before?” I smiled back and said, “Maybe?” He shook his head with wink and said, “I am sure it will come to us!” My husband was looking back and forth between us inquisitively but in the end just shrugged it off. The thrill of it was maddening and as I invited him to supper with my husband and I, I knew I had resigned myself to be a rape magnet from now on.

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Coming To Mom’s Rescue

“You son-of-a-bitch. Get out!” Brenda Connelly screamed at her husband.
“Karen just let me explain.” The words had barely gotten out of his mouth before he had to duck to avoid being hit by a vase she had thrown across the room.
“I told you to get out!” Brenda screamed again. “I packed your fucking bags. Now go be with your lover!”
It was over. Twenty-one years of marriage was over. David Connelly knew there was no use and in a way a strong sense of relief rushed over him. Turning he picked up his luggage and walked into the hallway. Then stopping he looked back at Brenda.
“I’m sorry Brenda. Tell the kids I am sorry.”
Brenda did not say a word but stood her back toward him waiting for him to leave.
When she heard the front door close Brenda turned and stared at the bed. It had been in this bed both of their children had been conceived. It was in this bed they had made love hundreds of time until his desire for her began to die. It was in this bed that she found the reason several weeks earlier when she had come home from a business trip and found him not with another woman but another man.
As she stood looking at the king size suite she began to sob. It would have hurt had it been another woman but another man? What was wrong with her? What had she not done? A thousand questions rushed through her mind as she threw herself across the mattress her body racked with despair.
Brenda rolled over and looked at the picture on the nightstand. It seemed the only good things that had come of her marriage were her children. There was 21 year old Brian. He looked like a younger version of his father only much more muscular. He had inherited his father’s Italian genes. Tall with coal black hair and piercing brown eyes Brian had more than his share of girlfriends.
Her daughter Sandra had been a bit more of the rebel. Almost twenty she had been blessed not only with her mother’s Irish red hair but her mother’s D cup breasts as well. Sandra had left home and moved in with her brother six months earlier when her father had caught her sucking off the next door neighbors son. She was quickly becoming a bit of a slut and they had thought sending her to stay with her brother would help calm her down.
As Brenda stared at the picture she knew she would have to tell them. How would they accept it? She was not exactly sure. Their father had not gone out of his way to be close to his children but then it’s not every day you find out your father is gay. Still they had to know.
Brenda sat up by the side of the bed. Wiping tears from her eyes she lifted the phone. After dialing Brian’s number she waited for an answer. Finally his voice came over the line.
“Brian? Hi honey this is mom.” Brenda said.
“Mom? Oh hi. How are you.” Brian replied. Brenda thought she heard the faint moaning of someone in the background.
“Is everything ok Brian?” Brenda asked.
“Oh. Ahh. Yes. Yes mom. Everything is just fine” Brian replied in a bit of a flushed voice.
“Listen. I really hate to bother you but I need to talk to you and your sister. Can you come over tonight?” Brenda said.
“Now?” Brian replied. “Mom I don’t know if we.”
Brenda interrupted him. “Brian please. I really need to talk to the two of you. It’s very, very important.”
There was silence for a few seconds then Brian’s voice came back over the phone.
“Ok. Ok Mom. We can be there in about an two hours.” Brian said.
“Good. ” his mother replied. “Oh and Brian would you please stop at the liquor store and pick me up a bottle of rum? I really need a drink.”
“Sure. Anything you say.” Brian replied in a concerned voice. “We’ll be there soon.”
Brenda hung the phone up. Looking into the mirror opposite the room Brenda thought about the turn of events that was changing her life. Standing up she began to unclothe. Finally standing nude the woman looked at the reflection in the mirror.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked. Her tits were still firm and her body in shape. Brenda had been an avid runner and as she turned to the side she could see that even in her forties her ass was still high and tight.
Brenda stood taking inventory of herself for a few moments then walked into the bathroom. Turning the shower on she waited for the water to warm then stepped in. Leaning against the wall another rush of anger and hurt passed through her. The warm water blended with her tears as she tried to understand her husband’s betrayal.
“We have to go to Mom’s.” Brian said. “Something’s wrong.”
“What is it? Is she hurt?” Sandra looked at her brother and asked.
“No. Nothing like that.” Brian replied. “You heard me. I told her it would be a bit.”
The look on Sandra Connelly’s face reverted back to one of lust. Sliding her hands up her brother’s muscular shoulders the young woman began to thrust her crotch up.
“Good. Because you need to cum to don’t you big brother.”
Brian smiled down at his naked sister lying under him. Her tan legs slid up around his waist and clamped down pulling his thick cock deep into her tight wet pussy.
Unknown to their parents Brian and Sandra had been incestuously involved for two years. It had begun innocently enough. Sandra liked to tease. Brian liked to be teased. Then came the night when their parents were away for a weekend. The two had smoked grass and Brian had dared her to do an erotic dance for him. Before it was over she was spread eagle on the couch and Brian brought her to her first orally inspired orgasm.
The two dated other people though and there was a small circle of intimate friends who knew and approved of their sexual relationship. It was not uncommon for orgies to occur at Brian’s apartment and he even had been involved in several threesomes with his sister and other women.
“I need your cum Brian. I need it right here.” Sandra pleaded with him as he began to fuck her juicy hole. Sandra lifted her fingers and slid them across her face and lips.
Brian let out a groan.
“Damn sis. You are such a fucking slut.” Brian commented as he began to thrust.
“Maybe but I’m your slut big brother. Now fuck me. Get it fast and hard.” Sandra pleaded.
Sandra unwrapped her legs and Brian began to fuck his sister in such a fashion that the headboard slapped the wall over and over. Her pussy clamped down on his cock with each down thrust and Brian knew her vice like grip on his cock was going to soon siend him over the edge.
The young woman slid her hands down and cupped her large tits. Lifting one she stuck her tongue out and began to lick her own nipple then alternated to the other. The sight of it, coupled with the taboo of fucking his own sister was bringing Brian to climax rapidly.
“Oh fuck Sandra. Damn it’s close.” Brian cried out. He could feel the sexual release building in his balls.
Sandra had already cum three times. That was one thing about her brother. He was a sexual gentleman. Making sure the woman is satisfied before reaching his own gratification.
“Oh Brian. Bring it up here. Tit fuck me.” Sandra pleaded.
Brian did not have to be told twice. He pulled his sex wet cock from his sister cunt and quickly straddled her belly. Sandra reached down and wrapped her firm yet soft boob flesh around his manhood. His cock was so saturated with her cunt juices there was no need for further lubrication.
The young stud began to thrust back and forth. Each shift forward Sandra would lick his hot cock knob wet with her own pussy honey and his leaking pre-cum. The friction on his cock was more than Brian could stand.
“Oh shit honey..I’m…..” Brian’s words trailed off. His cock head flared and a blast of cum flew directly into Sandra’s mouth. Releasing his cock from the confines of her tits, Sandra grabbed his cock and began jerking aiming the spewing dick at her face.
Brother and sister moaned loudly as he released his sperm on her full lips and creamy cheeks. Sandra loved the taste and feel of cum. Weather being spewed from a male or a female. Her fist flew up and down his dick coaxing all cock cream he had from his nuts.
Her lips full coated with sperm Sandra leaned up and sucked his cock into her hungry mouth. Damn she wanted more but she had given him a work out that would last for a bit. The sensation of it was more than Brian could stand.
Pulling back from his sister his cock escaped from her lips with a loud plop. Brian looked down at her as she rubbed his cum into her cheeks and breasts.
“You’re a fucking mess.” Brian laughed.
“It’s all your fault asshole.” Sandra said the laughed with her brother.
Brian rolled off his sister then Sandra scooted to the side of the bed and stood up. As she did droplets of cum fell from her right cheek onto her nipple.
Sandra started to lift it and lick it up. Then she walked over to her brother.
“You know you want it Brian.” Sandra said as she held her breast up to him.
“No fucking way sis. I ain’t gay.” Brian protested.
“Come on Brian. I taste my own pussy. Besides it would not mean your gay or even bisexual.”
Brian thought about it for a moment.
“Shit. Oh well.” He said as he pulled his sister to him. Brian’s tongue flicked out and licked at the cum covered nipple.
“Not bad. Salty but not bad.” Brian thought as he sucked his own juice from her tits.
Sandra moaned looking down at her brother. Her wicked little mind was going into sexual overtime. There were so many things she wanted to try with him but it would take one day at a time.
The young couple separated and a few moments later soaping each other’s backs in the shower the subject turned to their mother.
“What do you think is wrong Brian?” Sandra said as his strong hands caressed her back.
“I don’t know but we need to get over there. It really has me worried.” Brian responded.
Sandra was bent slightly as she let her brother wash her ass then pussy. She was so sexy. He loved that heart shaped derriere and as he caressed the soft flesh his cock began to harden. Standing up his cock head pressed against the rosebud of her butt.
“Look’s like someone’s up again.” Sandra laughed pressing back against his erection.
“I know but we really need to get to mom’s” Brian protested.
Sandra did not say a word. Reaching behind her she grasped his cock pulling the head against her hot asshole. Brian watched as she pushed back against him. The tight ring of her anus began to give way and accept his again bloated cock head.
“Sandra..we..have to..oh damn it” Brian tried to protest.
As Sandra took his cock into her horny butt she looked over her shoulder.
“Later baby. Later.”
“Mom? We’re here. Mom?” Brian called out as he pushed the door open just off the kitchen.
Stepping inside Brian sat the new bottle of rum on the counter by the refrigerator. He then noticed another bottle, almost empty, also on the counter. His sister walked in behind him and closed the door.
“Mom?” Sandra called out.
“Well it took you two long enough to get here.” Brenda said as she walked into the kitchen.
Brenda had showered and changed before the two arrived and was wearing a short dark green lace see through robe. The top was open revealing a generous portion of cleavage.
“Good thing I found that.” Brenda said pointing at the almost empty bottle.
It was obvious to Brian and Sandra that their mother had indulged in a bit too much alcohol. While she was not drunk her words were a bit slurred.
Brian could not help notice his mother’s cleavage and felt a stirring inside his cargo shorts.
“Sorry Mom. We got held up in traffic. There was an accident.” Sandra lied.
Like her brother Sandra was also noticing her mother’s revealing state. Brenda usually dressed conservatively around them. Why their mother would dress this way was a bit of a mystery to her but there was no denying the stirring Sandra was feeling in her pussy as her mother walked to the kitchen table, breasts swaying under the thin material.
“Brian would you be a dear and fix us all a drink? I have something I need to tell both of you.” Brenda told her son.
“Mom are you sure you need another one?” Brian asked worriedly.
“Just do it. Make it strong. Make both of yours strong too. You’re going to need it.” Brenda insisted.
Brian did as his mother requested, gave his mother and sister their respective glasses then sat at the table with Brenda and Sandra. The three took sips of their drinks then Brenda leaned forward in her chair. Her large breasts rested on the edge of the table. Brian could almost see her right tit entirely as the material pushed opened.
“So what gives mom? What is this all about.” Sandra asked, also noticing her mother’s breasts becoming more and more exposed.
Brenda then began to explain to her children what had happened. How she had come home from her business trip early and found their father in bed with another man. In her alcohol induced state she told them how she had walked in and found him fucking his lover from behind. Then she told them of their decision to divorce.
The thought of their father having sex with another man disgusted Brian but her mothers in depth description was actually turning Sandra on. She felt herself becoming moist under her short jean skirt and she was certain her mother could see her nipples becoming hard through her white cotton top.
“I hated to tell you both this but I knew you would find out sooner or later and I thought it best to be sooner.” Brenda told them before turning her glass up and finishing her drink. She then handed the glass to Brian and put in another order.
“Mom I really don’t think you should drink anymore. That is not going to change this.” Brian protested.
“Brian I think Mom could use a little something else to help calm her.” Sandra said.
“Sandra I don’t think mom would…” his words were interrupted by his sister.
“Mom would you like to smoke a joint?” Sandra looked at her mother and asked.
“Pot?” Brenda replied surprised. “I didn’t know you too smoked pot.”
Brenda thought about it for a moment. She was not certain she should. It had been sometime since she had indulged in cannabis. It had a tendency to make her extremely horny. What if she became turned on? After a few moments she dismissed the thought. These were her children. She would be safe.
“Well. OK. I guess I could certainly use some.” Brenda finally agreed.
“But I still want a drink.” She looked at Brian and said.
Brian stood up, reached in his pocket and produced a bag of reefer and rolling papers. He slid them across the table to Sandra before turning to get his mother yet another rum and coke. Brenda did not say a word but watched as her daughter opened the bag and papers and began expertly rolling two joints.
As Sandra watched, her eyes trailed down her daughter’s neck and to her chest. She could see Sandra’s nipples hard through the cotton material of her shirt. For a second Brenda felt a tingle in her pussy then looked over at Brian.
As he mixed her drink, back toward her Brenda noticed his strong muscular body. It was evident that he worked out frequently. His firm muscles were visible through his tight tee shirt. She wondered how many young women had already wrapped their legs around his waist and for a second she had a mental image of his ass rising and falling as he pumped some slut’s pussy.
Brian sat down then watched as Sandra handed the joint across the table to her mother. When Brenda leaned forward her robe gapped open enough that Brian could clearly see one breast. Her nipple and areola were hard and Brian felt his cock stiffen right away.
Brenda took the joint from Sandra and sat back. For the first time in their lives brother and sister watched as the woman who brought them in the world lifted the joint to her full lips and lit it. Brian was aroused watching her full lips wrap around the end of the joint and for and wished it was his cock instead.
The mother inhaled and held it for a moment before flying into a coughing fit that overtook her for a few seconds. She then took a sip of her drink and inhaled yet again. Releasing the smoke in the air Brenda threw her head back as the pot sensation began to pour through her. She began to feel her pussy come alive.
“Damn I forgot how good that was.” Brenda said before inhaling again.
Sandra had lit the other one and puffed before handing it to her brother.
“You mean you’ve smoked pot before?” Sandra said as she exhaled.
“Oh yes honey. Many times.” Her mother replied. “It’s been awhile but I forgot how good it makes me feel.” Brian was catching a quick buzz as well. His mother moved the chair back and pulled one leg up. Much to his surprise her crotch came into full view as her robe pulled to the side.
“You know Mom. Dad is a damn fool.” Brian said before toking again.
“Why is that?” Brenda said.
“Well forgive me for putting it so bluntly but you are a fine ass woman mom.” Brian stated as he exhaled. “I mean I know you are my mother but shit you have one hell of a body.”
“That’s right mom.” Sandra agreed. “You are really hot. I mean I don’t fault Dad if he found his true sexuality but you are so sexy I don’t understand why he would not want to at least share you. I mean could you imagine having two cocks at one time?”
Even through her high that was becoming more intense Brenda felt herself blush. She also felt her juices beginning to flow more. She could not believe she was having this type of conversation with her off spring.
“You two are kidding right? You find me sexy? Your mother?” Brenda said. “And as for your father I don’t know if I could handle being in bed with him and another man.”
Sandra was becoming more forthcoming. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it mom. I mean two hard cocks sliding in and out of your pussy and ass at the same time. It’s really hot.”
Brian could not believe what his sister was saying. He looked over at his mother and could see her blushing and her face reddening. He also saw her breathing was increasing. What his sister was telling their mother was obviously arousing her.
“Really and just how the hell would you know that young lady?” Brenda inquired of her daughter.
Sandra released a puff of smoke and blew it across the table at her mother.
“I’ll never tell” she teased before inhaling again.
Brenda’s curiosity was picking up about her daughter’s sex life. Suddenly the problems with her husband had been regulated to the back of her mind. Her son had been quiet and Brenda turned her attention to him.
“Do you know about this? What your sister does?” his mother asked.
“Well yes mom I do.” Brian confessed.
The three were now buzzing wildly. The sexual tension in the room was also increasing as their conversation proceeded.
“In fact mom Brian was present.” Sandra said as she stood up and moved to the chair next to her mother.
“Present? You mean he watched you?” Brenda asked. Her heart was beating a mile a moment now and though it was wrong she felt her clit begin to throb.
“No. More than that.” Sandra said as she took the joint from her mother’s hand and inhaled.
Then Sandra looked her mother in the eyes.
“I love to fuck mom but only one man gets to stick his big hard cock in my asshole.” Sandra said.
The realization hit Brenda like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened as mental images of what Sandra was describing began to fill her head.
“Oh my god. You mean you and your brother are having sex?” Brenda asked stunned.
Sandra did not say a word but stood and walked around to where her brother was.
“Stand up Brian.” The hot sister told her brother.
Brian was too stoned and horny to protest. As he stood Sandra sunk to her knees in front of him. Brenda could not believe what she was seeing as her daughter slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching in his shorts she pulled out the largest penis her mother had ever seen. It fell out straight even with Sandra’s face and Brenda could see he was leaking pre-cum.
“Oh shit” Brenda moaned as she felt her pussy lips begin to swell. His dick was not quite nine inches long and appeared to be almost at thick as her wrist. Brenda watched through lust glazed eyes as her daughter slowly began to jack her son.
“He might cum too son if I suck him now.” Sandra stated after a few seconds of stroking.
Reaching down Sandra took the bottom of her shirt and quickly pulled it over her head.
Brian also removed his shirt as his sister turned toward her mother. Her full firm tits stood out proudly as she closed the distance between them.
“You should know something else mom.” Sandra said as she placed her hands on her mother’s shoulders.
Brenda looked up. Two young beautiful tits were swaying just in front of her. It had been years since her own experiences with other women. She knew it was wrong. It was taboo.but her mouth was watering for her daughters breasts.
“I like women too.” Sandra said then pulled her mother too her. Sandra gasped as Brenda’s lips slid around her thick hot nipples.
Now completely naked Brian stood behind his sister. Sandra leaned her head back to kiss him deeply as their mother madly worked her tits over with her mouth. Brian undid Sandra’s jean skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing her naked ass.
“Get her ready for me Sandra. Get her hot.” Brian said. As much taboo as he and his sister had broken he could not believe he was now standing in his parent’s kitchen having about to have sex with his mother.
Sandra pulled back from Brenda. Her mother moaned a small whimper of protest then Sandra took her by the hand and stood her up. The two women’s eyes lust locked on each other for a moment before they embraced. Their full lips opened and tongue intertwined as Sandra reached down and undid the loose knot in her mother’s robe. Pushing it open her hands slid up to pinch and caress Brenda’s tits.
Brenda responded likewise taking her daughter’s nipples in her fingers and rolling them. The sensation caused Sandra to push her naked crotch against her mother’s.
Sandra pushed Brenda back and urged her mother to sit on the edge of the large oak table. Brenda leaned back on her elbows, her tits proudly displayed for daughter and son as Sandra began to kiss and lick her way down her mother’s belly. Her head was swimming not only with marijuana induced high but lust. She flinched when Sandra kissed her mound just above her clit.
Brain moved to the side of the table and began to kiss and lick his mother’s tits. They were so full and beautiful like his sisters. He was already hoping to have an opportunity to shove his member between them as he had done earlier in the evening with Sandra. Brian kissed his way up. His lips met his mothers and their tongues intertwined as he grasped first one then the other breast with his hand.
Suddenly Brenda broke her lips from Brian.
“Oh fuck yes” Brenda squealed loudly before her words became unintelligible giving way to a high pitched squeal.
Sandra had spread her mother’s juicy swollen pussy lips wide and back making her clit stand out proudly. Her tongue extended she had begun to work the sexy digit over in a figure eight motion. The feeling of it caused Brenda’s thighs to tremble wildly.
“Damn it yes eat me. Please eat me” the in heat mothers begged before her son locked his mouth over hers. Again her moans were muffled as her daughter worked to bring her to orgasm.
The taste and taboo of eating her mother was overwhelming to Sandra. She moved one hand down and inserted two fingers in her own tight hole finger fucking herself wildly. Her lips fastened down onto her mothers wetness as her tongue went wild searching out every sexual never she could possibly find inside Brenda with it.
Brenda was shaking all over. Her cunt was on fire. It had been years since she had been eaten like this and had forgotten how good it felt to be orally serviced by another female. She had crossed a sexual boundry never to return but for the moment it did not matter. All she wanted was to cum. To cum wildly and it did not matter that it would be at the hands of her own children.
Brian climbed up on the table. His mother was still leaning back oh her elbows as Sandra ate her. Kneeling to her right the young stud aimed his rock hard penis at his mother’s face.
“Open your mouth” Brian commanded.
She did not have to be told twice. Brian’s cock slid past her full lips into the warmth of a sexual cavern that could only be equaled by his sister. As his mother began to suck the pre-cum dripping head he knew it would take all of his will power not to unload in her mouth but he was determined to hold out as long as possible.
Sandra was licking wildly. By the way her mother was juicing she knew it would not be long before she was rewarded with the cunt honey she so rightfully deserved. Pulling her fingers from her own drippy hole she pushed them into her mothers pussy. Curving them upwards to the ten o’clock position she found to her delight her mothers G-spot was in the exact same position as her own.
Brenda yanked her lips from around Brian’s cock.
“Oh fuck how did you know…Brenda’s words again were lost as her squeals reverberated off the kitchen walls.
Sandra fastened her lips on her mother’s clit, licking it rapidly as she massaged her mothers G-spot. She wanted it. She needed it. She was practically begging for her mother’s feminine cum.
Brenda felt it. The heat began to rise intensely in her cunt and belly. She could not longer support herself and lay back on the table fully. Then the first wave or orgasm was so intense it almost sat her straight up.
“Cummmming” the woman screamed loudly as her vagina and clit went into orgasmic convulsions.
Sandra was caught off guard by the first blast of pussy juice that erupted from between Brenda’s swollen lips. It just missed her chin landing on the young woman’s throat and running down on her swaying breasts.
Sandra finger fucked her mother faster and moved back. She then pulled Brenda’s pussy lips opened and a large squirt of cunt juices landed directly on her face. Unable to resist she covered her mother’s cunt with her mouth and buried her tongue in deep sucking her mothers wet hot sex as it poured into her mouth.
Brenda was shaking so hard the table was literally moving. There were no words but the muffled moans of her daughter into her cunt and her own high pitched squeals. So caught up in her own orgasm she was unable to suck Brian’s cock. He had leaned back and was slowly jerking his stiff dick as his sister worked their mother through orgasm.
Finally Brenda eased herself back onto her elbows. Looking down she could see and feel Sandra slow her licking. Past her trim bush she watched as Sandra slowly, reluctantly pulled her tongue from her pussy. A strand of juice hung from her bottom lip and fell onto Sandra’s breast as she pulled away.
It was one of the most erotic sights Brian had ever witnessed. His sister had brought their mother to an intensive orally induced orgasm. He had previously thought seeing her face covered with his own sperm was hot but now her face and chest covered with their mothers sex juice definitely took top erotic honors.
Sandra stood. Walking to the side of the table she leaned over and kissed Brenda deeply. Her hand slid back down Brenda’s stomach to squeeze her mother’s now juice drenched crotch. Brenda moaned at the feel and also to the taste of her own cum.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Brian asked interrupting the female couple.
Sandra’s middle finger darted in and out of Brenda’s tight hole.
“I think so honey.” Sandra responded as Brian leaned across to kiss his sister.
Brenda sat up. Arms extended behind her to support herself. Her breasts standing out proudly as the final spasms of her orgasm faded.
She looked first at her son with his cock standing stiff then at her daughter, face glazed with cunt juice.
“Hey doesn’t your mother have a say in this?” Brenda asked teasingly as Brian slid off the table.
Sandra kissed her mother on the lips.
“No mom you don’t.” she smiled and said before frenching her mother deeply.
Sandra then stood up straight and brushed her hair back. Reaching over she found the remnants of her drink.
“One thing is for sure. We need a bigger fuck area” she stated before swallowing the balance of it.
Brian scooped his mother up in his arms.
“Come on sis. Mom has a pretty big bed as I recall.” Brian said as he carried her through the living room.
“Hey bring the pot up and fix some drinks” Brian called out as he began to carry Brenda up the stairs.
Brenda gave no hint of resistance. She knew the wildest night of sex she had ever had was only beginning.
As Brian carried his mother upstairs Sandra gathered the rum, pot and glasses and found a small tray to carry all the materials upstairs. Glancing down she noticed her tits still wet with her mothers pussy juices.
Lifting first one then the breasts she licked the sweet nectar from her tits. Taking her time she sucked her own nipples then finally released them.
“God I’m fucking horny” she thought before grabbing the tray and proceeding to her mother’s bedroom. Her straight red hair flowed behind her and breasts jiggled as she bounded the stairs.
Just before reaching her mother’s room she heard Brenda’s voice cry out in loud pleasure.
As Sandra turned the corner she saw her mother was on all fours. Her brother was behind her holding her ass cheeks wide. His face buried between them, head shaking side to side.
“Fuck you motherfucker yes. Eat my hot asshole” Brenda squealed.
Brian was indulging in on e of his fetishes. Rimming a woman’s butt. He loved doing that and Sandra knew exactly the pleasure he was giving their mother.
Sandra started to jump on the bed with the two but decided to give into one of her own fetishes. Voyeurism. Lighting the remnants of one of the joints Sandra inhaled as she watched Brian tongue their mother’s ass.
Brenda was in erotic heaven. She had never had anyone rim her ass before. Where had he learned this? It certainly was not from his father. The man did not even like eating pussy much less tongue probing a woman’s back door.
“Brian I can’t stand it anymore. Please honey. Please fuck me” his mother begged.
Brian was torn. Her ass tasted so good. Still wet with the juices his sister had created that had seeped between her cheeks. His cock however was demanding to be satisfied. To be wrapped with the sweet tight mature flesh where he had come from.
His mother leaned forward pushing her breasts into the mattress and her ass high in the air. Her horny son moved behind her. Grasping his shaft he placed the bulbous head to his mother sticky but slick pussy lips.
“Yessss” Brenda moaned as she felt his cock head part the entrance to her sex canal. For the moment this was not her son. He was a stud. A real stud. One his father could never be. Her eyes widened as the largest cock she had ever allowed in herself began to slide into her slippery tunnel.
Brian moaned loudly. She was older but she was tight. As tight as his sister. Brian watched as her pussy seemingly sucked at his dick. Begging it to come inside.
“Fuck Brian. That feels so fucking good.” Brenda cried out as inch after inch his hard cock flesh eased inside her.
Sandra moved over to a lounge chair across the room. After sitting back she lifted the joint to her lips with one hand while the other teased her left nipple. Her eyes watched in lust filled amazement as her brother’s ass muscles flexed, working his cock into their mother.
“Fuck her Brian. Fuck our slut mother hard.” Sandra said encouraging her brother. She knew how good it felt. How good it was to have him taking her from behind filling each horny inch of her pussy with stud meat. She knew exactly the pleasure her mother was feeling.
Looking over at her Brian continued to slide his fleshy shaft into Brenda. Sandra sat the joint aside and threw one leg over the edge of the lounge chair. One hand peeled her wet vulva open while she teased her clit with the other.
“Come over and join us honey.” Brian said to his sister as he grasped his mother’s hips.
“Not yet. I want to watch.” Sandra responded as she slowly rubbed her clit in circles.
Brenda slid her hands under herself to pinch and pull at her nipples. Her son’s cock was now fully imbedded in her. The head of it, the shaft, all of his penis was touching previously unexplored areas of her pussy. Now she wanted it. She wanted to be screwed like some sort of street whore.
“Come on baby. Slam it to me. Give it to mother. Hard. Come on. Fuck me like you would fuck your sister.” Brenda demanded.
Brian pulled back until almost all of his cock was out of Brenda’s hole. He then slid in slowly. Then out. Then back in. With each thrust gaining momentum and speed.
Brenda pushed herself up on her hands thrusting her pussy back at him.
“That’s it. That’s it honey. Come on. I need it. I need it so bad.” Brenda cried out.
As they fucked Brenda had suspended herself just high enough that with each thrust her nipples scraped the bed-sheets. The sensation was sending shocks of pleasure from her breasts directly to her clit.
“Oh god. It feels so fucking good.” Brenda squealed. Her pussy so full of her sons cock. She did not think the pleasure could get any better.
Sandra was finger fucking herself rapidly now. The porn movie like sight before her was intense. Finally she could take it no longer and moved over to the bed.
Kneeling beside her mother her tits swayed from the motion of her brother fucking Brenda. Through lust glazed eyes she watched his cock slide in and out of their mother glistening with her juices.
Brenda slid her left hand down and around Sandra’s thigh. She was in a position where she could not quite reach thee young woman’s pussy. She was about to instruct Sandra to lay down where she could return her daughters oral favors from earlier.
Then she felt it.
“Aieeeeeeee. That’s it. Fuck my assshole too!” Brenda announced loudly.
Sandra had slid her right hand down her mother’s cheeks and shoved her middle finger third knuckle deep in her butt. As her brother continued fucking Brenda, Sandra finger fucked her ass in a perfectly timed rhythm.
The feel of it all. Sandra’s finger in her ass. Her son’s fucking. His balls slapping her clit with each inward stroke were too much for Brenda to bare.
“It’s cumming again!” Brenda squealed before shaking her head from side to side. Again her words became a series of squeals as yet another thunderous orgasm raked her body.
Sandra looked at her brother.
“Don’t you dare cum yet.” Sandra demanded looking at Brian with eyes of intent. It took all of his will power. Brenda’s pussy was clamping down, milking his stiff prick. It felt so good. It was not his first threesome but never before had he had one so sexually intense.
Brenda’s juices spewed from around his cock. Her love honey hit his crotch and dripped down the front of his legs. It was almost more than Brian could take. Here he was with two of the most beautiful women he knew. His mother and sister naked and acting like complete sluts. What more could a young stud ask for.
The horny mother’s second orgasm began to subside. A whimper of protest escaped her lips as he pulled his juiced up cock from her.
“Roll over mom.” Sandra demanded. The young woman had taken on a bit of a demanding roll.
Brenda did as Sandra instructed. Her tits jiggled as she quickly lay down legs spread.
No sooner had Brenda lain down then Sandra threw her left leg over her mother’s chest.
“Eat me bitch.” Sandra commanded.
Brenda was caught a bit by surprise by Sandra’s statement. She had never talked to her like that before. Brenda had no chance to protest as Sandra lowered her hot slick cunt directly on her mother’s mouth.
The taste and scent were unreal. Brenda slid her tongue deep into Sandra’s hole. She could hear her daughter’s cries of pleasure as she began to swirl her tongue in Sandra’s pussy.
Sandra leaned forward and gave her brother a knowing look. He knew exactly what she wanted.
The young woman leaned forward and pulled her mothers legs behind her arms. She forced her tongue into her mother’s sensitive wet cunt as Brian moved around behind her.
Kneeling behind his sister Brian straddled his mother’s head. His mother pulled her tongue from her daughter’s cunt to give way to his dick. His cock still wet with her juices slid easily into her Sandra’s pussy.
The three rocked the bed. Sandra moaned loudly into her mother’s cunt as she licked and sucked at the still juicy pussy. Brenda’s ass was shaking as her daughter worked her pussy over with that expert tongue. Just above her Brian was fucking his sister’s hot cunt. Each backstroke Brenda was rewarded with juices flowing off his cock into her waiting mouth as she worked the young girl’s clit with her tongue.
The orgasms hit all three almost at the same time. Sandra was first. Her ass began to quiver and her cunt began to suck and clamp down on her brother’s dick. The feel of her mother’s tongue circling her clit was almost more than she could stand. Pulling her mouth from Brenda’s cunt she screamed loudly before throwing her lips over her mothers pussy, sucking and licking for all she was worth.
Brenda was next. Her body quaked under Sandra as her pussy went into yet another set of convulsions. She wanted to thrash her legs about but Sandra had them secure behind her arms. She could not move and the sensation of being held so tight only made her orgasm more intense. Sandra was rewarded with yet another mouthful of her mother’s delicious cunt cream.
Brian shoved hard and deep into his sister. He loved the fact she was on the pill and took full advantage of shooting his cum inside her as often as possible. Spurt after spurt of hot male juice flew into her cunt as her brother emptied his ball sack inside her. His mother began to lick his tight balls causing Brian to flinch with each shot of cum.
After a few moments Brian pulled with a loud plop from his sister. His cock coated with a mix of pussy and cum fell directly on his mother’s lips. Hungrily she sucked the head into her mouth as Sandra rolled from her and moved around.
“Move aside Brian. Time to feed mother.” Sandra said as she stood up on the bed straddling her mother. Sandra, barely able to grasp her wet pussy lips closed slowly squatted down till her cunt hovered just over her mother’s mouth.
“Open wide mom.” Sandra smiled down at her mother and said.
Quickly understanding what her daughter wanted, Brenda slid her hands up behind Sandra and on top of her thighs urging her to sit fully down.
Brenda’s tongue quickly stabbed into Sandra causing her to emit squeals of pleasure. The mother was rewarded with a mix of her son’s cum and daughters juices mixed together.
She could not believe what was happening. All taboos had been broken. Here she was sucking her sons cum directly from her daughter’s hot wet pussy. It was almost too much. Almost but not quite she thought as her hands slid up to rub Sandra’s nipples.
Sandra’s pussy, sensitive from her strong orgasm could no longer bare any more licking. Pulling from her mother’s mouth she moved down her mother’s body and the two locked in a sensuous embrace and kiss as Brenda wrapped her legs around Sandra’s waist.
Brian moved to the side of the women.
“Whew. I don’t think I have ever had sex that great,” he said.
The two women agreed and continued their kissing and slow grinding.
Brian lit another joint then looked at his mother and sister.
“Damn aren’t you two worn out?” he asked before taking a deep drag.
“Are you kidding?” Sandra said as she took quick fast licks of her mothers soaked face and lips. “I can’t get enough.
“How about you Mom?” Brian asked handing the joint down to her.
Brenda thought for a moment as she took a long drag then exhaled.
“Brian I know you’re a young hot stud but I think we wore you out.” Brenda laughed.
Then a thought crossed Brenda’s mind.
“You know I thought your father was just impotent so I bought him some Viagra. I think there still in the drawer. Maybe you should them. I think you are going to need some.”
Brian opened the drawer then heard a squeal behind him. His sister was again eating their mother’s hot juicy cunt. As he popped the bottle open he was certain his mother was right.

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