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The Geek and the Jock

The Geek and the Jock
My name is Stephanie. I’m a caucassian girl and I’m about 5’8 and really smart. Others think of me as a geek but they just say that because I’m smarter than them. Everyday in fourth hour I am forced to listen to Jamal talk about the “bitch” he fucked yesterday. Jamal is a tall black muscular safety on our football team. Him and his best friend Jerry come into class with huge smile on their face daily. They say “pussy always makes them feel good”. Well today I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Will you shut the fuck up no one wants to hear about the bitch you fucked.” I said suprisingly
“Who the fuck are you talking to” He replied
“Out of the classroom Stephanie. Now!” Said my teacher
I quickly grabbed my things and left. I heard him mumble somethings while I was leaving but i couldn’t hear. I went straight to the principal’s office.
“Well Mrs. Granger I never expected this out of you” he said to me. I kept my mouth to try to stay out of trouble.
“I’ll have to give you a detention for after school” He said.
“No not today any day but today” I begged ” I have my mathathon today I have been studying for months please”I pleaded.
“I’m deeply sorry, It start 3:00 sharp don’t be late. Now please leave” He commanded
Our school’s idea of detention is to clean up after the football team after practice and wash their dirty luandry. It was hell on earth. First of all it smelt like millions of people have died in there and went to hell. Then there was puddles of what looked like to be pee and blood all over the floor which I had to mop. And worst of all I have to wash their dirty smelly clothes. While I was mopping the floor I felt a shake in the ground, and the puddle started to ripple. That’s when I seen the stampeed of football players all running towards to shower. I was scared for my life fearing I may have got trampled. Jamal was in that crowd he seemed not to notice me I was glad. When the boys were done, instaed of throwing the sweaty towels in the basket they threw it at me.
Once all the boys left I started mopping the new puddle they left that’s when I heard the shower curtain open and Jamal stepped out.
“Hey” he said like nothing ever happened in fourth period. He had a towel wrapped around his tight, wet six pack. To tell the truth I think I counted eight. You could see the pubic hair leading down to his large black dick. And those muscles oh my goodness those huge biseps and triseps and what ever seps just so sexy. I couldn’t help but staring. He started apologizing but i had to tune him out to admire his sexiness. I was getting wetter than him and he just came out of the shower. I was just praying with everything in me for that towel to drop.
“So hows does that sound” he said when I came back to reality.
“Umm yeah sure” I replied
“Great” He said in strange excitment
That’s when he dropped his towel. I was shocked and impressed but mostly shocked.
“What are you doing” I said covering my eyes
“You said you wanted to fuck so lets do it baby” he said in his sexy voice. I couldn’t believe I was falling in love with this boy I just hated about five minutes ago. That’s when he grabbed me and started making out with me . I couldn’t fight him once he got ahold of me dick was hardening against my wet pussy and his tounge was swimming in my mouth. He then pulled off my shirt and ripped off my bra.
“Damn baby you got some big ass titties” He said as he went to attack them. I always knew I had big breast I just wore so many sweaters and jackets no one could tell. He then picked me up with my legs wrapped around his ass and threw me down on bench and continued to suck on my breast. I couldn’t believe it was happening I was losing my virginity to the boy I’ve hated my whole High school life. That’s when he sat up on the bench and said:
“Suck my dick”. Afraid if I didn’t do it he would make me. I quickly got on my knees and began moving my head up and down on his huge black dick. I may have been a virgin but i wasn’t stupid when it came to sex. Not pleasing him he grabbed my hair and starting pulling it back and fourth. It hurt like hell. When i got the hang of it he let me go.
“Oh fuck yeah suck that shit bitch” He moaned. I didn’t like him talking to me like that but I just couldn’t get off of his dick, it taste so good. It wasn’t any type of flavor but it was sweet and I loved it.
“Oh shit I’m about to cum” He screamed. I tried to remove my head but he would let me. I kicked and punched but he soon just came in my mouth. But it was good I’m glad he held me there. It was like sucking on a oversized snicker bar and all the sweet caramel bursting into your mouth. Then he told me to jump on him. I was kind of scared I stood there for about one minute, scared of losing my virginity. I pulled down my jeans and panties.That’s when he Grabbed me and his dick instantly went in and bust my cherry. It hurt at first but then it felt so good. I started off slow but as you can tell by now Jamal isn’t a slow kind of boy he turn me over on the bench and started fucking on top.
“How you like this shit” He said
“Damn you got that tight ass pussy” He said
“I’m about to tear yo shit up bitch” He went on. I didn’t like all the things he was saying to me it made me feel like a whore. I wanted to stop. That’s when I got up, I’m suprised he let me up I guess he thought I wanted to switch positions.
“I’m done” I said as i bent down to pick up my clothes.
“Oh hell naw bitch” He said as he grabbed my waist stuck his pussy lubed dick up my ass.
“AHH STOP PLEASE AHH PLEASE, ooh yeah ooh” I said as i started to like it. I was having sex something I thought I would do at the age of 30 but I was doing it now and loving it. I felt his cum dripping from my ass to pussy down to the floor. Then he pulled it out picked me up and started fucking me on the wall. I felt I couldn’t hang on to him. My legs were wrapped around him but it felt so good my legs would just fly everywhere. It felt like heaven he just fucked and fucked non-stop. On the bench then the wall and now in mid air this guy was amazing. If he doesn’t make it to the NFL he can definetely become a porn star. That’s when he let go of my ass and i dropped straight to the floor. I landed right on my ass with my legs wide open. Now he’s on top of me fucking me on the floor. The floor is cold but he’s making me warm.
“Oh shit” he quickly got to his trying to release the cum. Instead running away from it I got on my knees to help. I sucked and I jacked his dick hard. Then pushed me off sending me back to the floor.
“I want this shit on your face bitch” He said. And thats when his waterfall released all its juices and landed all over me. I couldn’t take it any more I wanted to drink from his dick. I got up and sucked him dry. That’s when he fell back on the bench and let me suck on it for about five more minutes. It was amazing. I will never forget it and I can’t wait to hear him talk about me tomorrow in class.
Now I had a new mess to mop up but I didn’t use the mop for this one.

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Inside Me: C04

Inside Me
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I was quietly reading my book on the recliner in the living room. Ean was off probably in his room. It was the summer, quiet, lots of free time. Mom was at work. Dad was still in the hospital. He was getting better. That’s all I knew. I was a year over a decade old though. Adults like to lie to children.
My peaceful reading was disturbingly enough interrupted by the phone ringing in the kitchen behind me. By the end of the first ring, Ean was bouncing from his room. Probably expecting a call from a friend. Before the third ring, Ean picked up. With his mumbled words, I was able to reintegrate my mind into the book. Top of the page.
Bottom of the page. I turned it. Ean walked past me and sat on the couch off to the side before me. I looked up to him. He looked a little disturbed but not quite. I never could read his emotions. He sat silently staring toward the floor. He was deep in thought for sure.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Mom just wanted to call and say that she would be home early,” he replied monotonously.
It seemed boring enough. We were probably going out or something when she got home, that would explain why Ean looked to be just waiting with me. His deep state of thought, that was nothing new. Mom probably said we were going out to eat and gave him the choice of where. He was probably weighing the pros and cons of each restaurant in the city.
My mind faded back to the story before me. Fifteen minutes passed by, maybe half an hour; time is in a quasi state when you’re into a good book. Ean stood up and walked to me.
“Stand up,” he said. I looked up.
“Why?”
“Do you trust me?” That question from his mouth. Those words. Whenever he really wanted me to obey him, he always asked me if I trusted him. He was the smartest person I knew besides dad or mom. He never hurt me. Any jokes he did play on me always left me laughing in the end. I trusted everything to him. He was my only friend.
I put my book onto the side table next to the recliner and stood up. Ean immediately grabbed me and pulled me into his body. He whispered down into my ear.
“Dad died. Just awhile ago. I’ll always protect you.”
He was too serious. He would never lie about something like that. Dad died. No. Why?
My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Ean. He was so big. So warm. Comfortable. I couldn’t understand a thing that went through his mind. I didn’t know why he did it the way he did, but for some reason, it felt the easiest for me. Just me and him. Standing alone hugging each other. My silent tears in soaking through his t-shirt onto his ribs.
I didn’t want to be alone then and I didn’t want mom. Mom must’ve been crushed. I would be ashamed to cry in front of her. Ean was so strong. He was my best friend. My only friend. I missed dad so much.
The distinct muffed sound of the garage door opening moved through the silent house. I continued crying into Ean’s body. Every time I tried to toughen myself up to face mom, Ean squeezed me a little harder into him. He was pressing my emotions from me.
The door opened from the garage. I meekly turned to face mom’s torn face as she entered. She looked from me to Ean. She looked almost surprised and distraught that I was in his arms, that I was crying, that I knew about dad.
“She’s stronger than you think.” The words reverberated down the bones of my brother into my jaw. Mom almost ran to us and wrapped her arms wide around our bodies.
I never really understood my brother. The more pressure you put on him, the more amazing things he did. I would be scared of his uncanny ability to manipulate any situation he wanted if I wasn’t his little sister. He swore to protect me. He was my big brother. The only thing better than having that knowledge yourself was having a big brother that did. That way I would be free from the burdens I always imagined he suffered from, but I would reap the rewards of his generosity.
I had never seen somebody look so calm in such distressing situations. He held in all emotion while moving and talking to benefit everybody around him. I would say he was incredibly selfless, but my inability to understand why he did what he always did kept me from knowing whether he was enjoying it all. What looked like nobility to me could all just be an interesting game to him. Either way, he was my big brother and I was in love with him.
Three more days had passed and the first week of high school concluded. I had chosen to take up residence next to Montana in math class. Unassigned seats had to be the best part of high school. Montana had personality, at least the kind I liked, but her math skills weren’t all that great. She wasn’t shy about that fact either.
When she suggested that maybe she should come over some time if she needed homework help, I questioned whether or not she was just bluffing confusion in math to sneak peeks at my brother. She did talk about him a lot. At least more than I wanted her to.
Apparently her and her older sister Crystal had always been a bit distant emotionally. Crystal fell into a bad crowd according to her. My brother was the best thing to ever happen to her but unfortunately he came too late.
Montana had a weird view on her sister’s death. She missed her and went very distraught when she first heard about it, but her mind played it down fairly quick. I didn’t want her anywhere near Ean. She only brought him up a few times about what her sister mentioned about him over the phone but the times she did talk about him, she raved. I loved her as a friend; the first real one I could ever remember besides my brother, but I thought it best to keep her at somewhat of a distance.
Ean was my best friend. Montana was a real friend. My only two friends. I had to keep them away from each other. Apart, they both relied on me so much. That was best. I had to make sure they didn’t meet.
It was the end of a four day week of school. What I thought would be the worst week of my life turned out to be one of the best. Dinner wasn’t the best though. Macaroni and Cheese. Also Ean kept to himself mostly after we fell asleep together. He looked better though.
I was walking from the kitchen to my room when he called me.
“Maeghan, come here.” I stopped at his room just before mine and walked into his open door. I looked at him waiting for a question. He just sat on the end of his bed looking at me. “Take off your clothes.”
My stomach turned to stone. What? What did he say? No question, no revelation, just an order, to do that!
“Right here. Get naked for me.”
I was speechless. My body was stiff and very heavy. What was happening?
“Do it – or get out of my room.”
He gave me a choice. The absolute hardest choice in the world. I wasn’t in a horny mood at all. If I had been, I still wouldn’t know what to do. I had to think back to what we did before that week. Everything we talked about. Everything I promised I would do for him. I was in the heat of the moment then. I was just an ordinary girl now. Just his fourteen year old sister.
Ean just stared at my face. Was he testing me? Was he checking to see if I was telling him the truth earlier? Seeing if he could trust me? He didn’t have to ask me verbally. This was a matter of trust. Could he trust my word? All the confusion I caused him with that night. It was now. Did I really mean what I said or just say it to make him feel better?
I meant every single word of it. Even if I wasn’t horny right then, I would be in time. I would be when I left the room and thought about all the possibilities of what could have just happened. He was my brother. I loved him. I wanted to fall asleep every night in his arms. I wanted to lose my virginity to him. I would show him how serious I was. I would damn right show him how much I loved him. How much I liked it when he touched me that night. He could trust me. If he was having mixed thoughts of me, I would make it very clear what thoughts I wanted him to promote.
I moved back my left leg and stepped on the heel of my right shoe. I lifted and pulled my foot out. I repeated the motion to remove my other shoe. I worked slowly. Ean was staring at me. I didn’t know how far he would let me go. I hoped he would tell me to stop soon enough and we could just cuddle. I felt weird and embarrassed standing in front of him slowly taking my clothes off. Although, a tiny thought stood at attention in the back of my mind; a hope that he wouldn’t tell me to stop at all.
I crouched down and lifted each foot one at a time to remove my socks. I was bare foot now. Standing before him in my jeans and a t-shirt. The moment of truth. I had to choose between my pants and shirt. He had seen me in my nightgown plenty of times; that showed off a fair amount of my legs. Pants next.
I unbuckled the belt and pulled it apart. Unbuttoned, unzipped. Ean stared at me. Not my face now, my hands. My shaking hands as they fumbled just in front of my pubic region. I slowly bent forward as I pushed my pants down off my legs and stepped out of them.
His door was open. I didn’t know why but in the empty house, I would’ve felt a little less awkward if his bedroom door wasn’t wide open.
My heart was beating soo incredibly fast. I didn’t know how I would survive this. He was so emotionless. Watching me so calmly as I got naked so slowly in front of him. I knew he could see what it was doing to me. He sat and watched me being tortured half to death.
I slowly lifted my shirt off my torso. I pulled it over my head and off of my arms. I dropped it. I was in my underwear then. My thin panties and a training bra. Mom said when she returned we would go buy some new bras for me. She said I was just about an A-cup. I felt so ashamed. So young. So embarrassed standing before of my older brother in those two pieces of fabric. His eyes scanned me. He still didn’t move or say anything. He wanted me out of those as well.
I reached behind me to take off my bra. I thought that made me look most childish in front of him. That embarrassed me the most. It fell off my arms to the ground. My little breasts were chilly in the open air. They were sweating.
Might as well end it. In one slow fluid motion, I removed my panties. I stood in the midst of the pile of my clothes. I was completely naked in front of my brother. He stared intently at my small flat body. It’s almost boyish figure.
“Come here.”
I was about to vomit from anxiety. I eagerly walked to him. I wanted him to comfort me. Tell me that I did a great job. Tell me that he loved me and everything was perfect now.
My naked body almost fell into his arms. I was so weak. I couldn’t stand up anymore. He held me. He supported all my weight. He pulled me back onto the bed with him. My naked body flipped over onto my back. I was drug up the mattress; my head rested on one of his pillows. He pulled off of me and sat crossed legged next to me on the mattress, staring down at my naked little body.
“Masturbate for me.”
My chilled tummy inhaled deeply. Why did he not stop? Why did he just not end this somehow? He was dragging me into something I didn’t want to do but I knew I could never deny him. If I did, everything would be lost. He would never trust me again.
My eyes were watering. My face trembled. He could see it all yet he remained emotionless, staring down at me. He was waiting. What if I just started crying? Would he stop then? Would he comfort me? Would he tell me everything was ok?
He said I was stronger than mom thought. I was his little sister. I was like him. I was strong. I had to go on. If I cried, what if he left? What if he just shunned me as a little girl? What if he thought he hurt me? He would leave for sure and never come back.
I reached my hand down and pressed it against my slit. I ran my finger up inside just the crack. I found my clitoris. Only that could give me pleasure in the state my mind was in then. I rubbed the little button for about a minute before I noticed Ean moving. I was trying to only stare at my body and forget he was even there.
I looked over at him uncrossing his legs and sitting up. I kept rubbing myself. My mind couldn’t deny the pleasure of the body. My nipples were becoming erect. Ean stood on his knees beside me. He unbuckled his belt and popped loose his pants button.
I was becoming scared shitless. What was happening? What was he going to do? I wanted to lose my virginity to him for sure but not right then. Not like that. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t stop him.
He unzipped his pants. I was about to see it. For the first time. Then I would lose my virginity. I was crying. I would have sex for the first time crying. My brother would have sex with his little sister as she cried. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. I had to trust him. He was too smart. He had to have a plan.
In one swoop, his jeans and boxers fell. His massive hard penis bounced before me. I say massive but I had no real idea in comparing it to the normal size. All I knew was it was way bigger than anything I ever attempted or even thought about putting inside me.
Ean reached over and scooted my naked body a little more toward the center of his queen bed. Then he pulled one leg over me. His pants and boxers were pulled down and resting on me just above my knees. I diligently kept rubbing my little mound. My fingers lingering in my brand new pubic hairs. I kept my hand as closed over my vagina as possible. I didn’t want to lose my virginity like that.
Then he dropped over me onto his hands and knees. He reached one hand out and then back before sitting back up on his legs. A small bottle of some kind of lotion or something was in his hand. It tipped and a line of its contents oozed onto his hand.
Ean closed the bottle and tossed it into my pile of clothes. His lotioned hand then squeezed around his penis. He rubbed around the whole length of it a few time twisting and turning his hand before he began just moving back and forth repeatedly.
I didn’t know what to think. I was completely naked on my brother’s bed masturbating at his command while his hovered over me stroking his penis. I hated it and loved it. If only I knew what he was thinking. If I knew more, I could just enjoy everything about the moment. But the anxiety, curiosity, everything I didn’t know was eating away at me.
When I had an orgasm I got really wet. Boys shoot something out I learned. That made babies in girls. Semen. Sperm. I had to say one thing at least, I was getting really excited to see what would happen when he had an orgasm.
His hand moved back and forth over his penis as he stared down at me. At my body. I couldn’t help but blush. He was masturbating to me. To my naked body. My fingers picked up pace on my own masturbation.
Then Ean started rocking and bucking his hips back and forth. He was going to do it. He was really going to have an orgasm. Right there. Right on top of me. I stopped everything and held my breath. My fingers stopped moving. I stared at his sex organ as in bounced in and out of his hand. He was squeezing it hard. Then he stopped. Just as he pushed out toward me he stopped and held it there.
I couldn’t describe it at first but something shot out of the little hole at the tip of his penis. A jolt of some liquid flew through the air. Then another one. A searing hot splash of some thick goo pounded into my breast. I wanted to look and see what just happened there but I wouldn’t for the life of me pry my eyes from the engorged purple mushroom poking from my brother’s hand as it squirted more and more stuff toward me. Semen. Sperm.
The liquid soon stop shooting from the penis and eventually started oozing out. Ean dropped back to his hands and just hovered over me. I didn’t look to see where he was looking. I stared and stared at the hanging monster now over my stomach. It leaked that white liquid onto my belly. I could feel the hot feeling of it seep into my belly button. They called it cum. I sometimes called my own liquid that when I got wet but guys really owned that word. They really know how to use the word for all its worth. That was something to be proud about. If I could do that, I would be doing it every hour of every day. It looked so amazing and so powerful. So much pleasure.
The penis slowly started shrinking above me. More semen leaked from the collapsing cylinder onto my belly. I finally pulled my eyes from it and looked down my body. It was on my breast. It was all over my body. So much of it. It was amazing.
Ean collapsed his right arm and rolled to my side and onto his back.
“Do you hate me?”
I was speechless at his voice. What he just put me through. I stripped naked for him while he sat and watch fully clothed. I started masturbating for him as he watched me cry in shame. He cummed all over me. My body was littered with my older brother’s sperm. I never felt more alive in my life. I wanted to marry him. Spend every day of my life with him.
“I never loved you so much. I’m never going to let you live this down.” I said breathlessly. “I want you so bad and you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted. You can never do anything that will make me think otherwise.” I wanted to roll over and hug him so bad but I didn’t know if he would get mad. My body was coated in his sperm. “How often do you do that? Masturbate, I mean.”
“Not any recently. That was the first time in a long while. I’m just so confused.”
That was the first time in my life I had ever heard him say that. Ean, confused. Wow! I must really have an impact on him.
“Are you still a virgin?” he asked.
“Of course I am. You know I don’t have any friends. Who would want me?”
“You’re amazing!” he butted in. “You’re amazing. You’re so unique and intricate. I know people don’t understand you but I love that. Don’t even get me started on your body. When did you get so hot? I was scared to death you would leave me after this. You’re amazing. If you pulled your head of a book every now and then, you would notice the boys looking at you. Their all just intimidated because you already know what you want. You’re too powerful for them. I was scared you didn’t really love me like you said.
“Damn it. You really know how to screw up my mind. I still don’t understand how I feel about you, but something about you says for once in my life, you actually know more, and I should trust you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A blessing and a curse in one. I liked power but I like him having power even more. I hated responsibility. But I really got to him. I was getting my wish. If anything went wrong, it was my fault though.
Ean’s body rolled over onto me. His semen smeared into his shirt as he hugged me so tight.
“I’ll always protect you. I trust you Maeghan. I trust you. I grew up alone with a distant father to guide me. You do whatever you think you want. I’ll guide you. I’ll help you. I’ll always protect you. You’re my little sister. I’d expect nothing less from you than to give it your best shot.”
I was scared and comforted at the same time. All I could do physically at the time was cry. Cry and agree with him. Trust him.
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Chapter 3 – Love is Made

The third story in my continuation. Things get more interesting from here on out. Hope you all enjoy the story from now on! 🙂
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Several hours later, I found myself in Nate’s living room, lying next to him, playing Xbox; as if our little make-out session had never occurred. However, I knew it was fresh on his mind. Every now and then, as we were playing, I’d glance over and he’d smile sweetly at me. On one occasion, he even leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was in heaven.
His brother came home a few hours later, and we were forced to move from the living room to Nate’s room. We played another game, and ended up watching a random movie on television. But our attention quickly falter from the TV. Nate got up at one point to use the bathroom, but when he came back, he shut and locked his bedroom door. Obviously to keep any would-be intruders out.
He sat next to me, but halfway through the movie, his hand found its way to my crotch. He massaged it gently, pretending not to notice my surprise when I looked over at him.
The next thing I knew, we were making out passionately; tongues twirling together, lips being nibbled on and tugged on, and lips smacking. My fingers ran through his long black hair, while his arms were wrapped firmly around my neck.
“Is it bad that I want you this badly?” I whispered to him after a few minutes.
He giggled, “No.. I want you just as badly.” he replied seductively.
I virtually tore his shirt away, exposing his smooth, flawless chest. I hungrily kissed and nibbled his neck, causing him to moan softly in pleasure. His skin was soft to the touch, and warm. Seizing his pant’s button, I jerked it lose and ripped the zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers off without much effort. His beautiful dick was hard as cement, standing straight up between his legs. He blushed a little when he realized I was staring at it.
“You’re so…stunning.” I mumbled to myself.
I then got on my knees in front of him and took his six and a half inches in my mouth. His dick tasted somewhat salty, but I didn’t mind. I liked his dick being in my mouth. For the next several minutes I sucked him off, moans of pleasure and ecstasy coming from us both. After a few more minutes, he had a leg shaking orgasm, shooting off several ropes of cum into my mouth.
“Geez, I’m sorry man. I didn’t even warn you.” he said between pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Its fine.” I smiled back at him, wiping his juices from my chin and cheeks.
I stood up and kissed his lips gently, taking my right hand and softly stroking his cheek as I did. His still semi-hard dick was pressed into my own as he stood on the edge of his toes to return my kiss, his arms wrapping around my neck once again.
This sensation was different than any I’d felt before. Being with him by itself was heavenly to me, but kissing him and touching him this intimately was on a whole different level. I was a virgin, unlike him, but I could tell I wasn’t going to be one much longer.
We fell back on his bed, my hands finding themselves a place on each of his ass cheeks; gently squeezing them as we continued to make out.
After a few more minutes of this, he threw his head back against his pillow, “Take me..!” he gasped.
I pulled away immediately with brief shock. I knew what he meant, I was just surprised it was actually happening.
“Are you sure?” I asked him, stroking his cheek gently.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want you in me.” he replied, cheeks turning red from the exertion our session was costing him.
I nodded my head and relented. I wanted him too, and if this is how he wanted it, I was happy to give it to him.
Without any lube present to help him loosen up, I was forced to rely on the only other thing I knew that might work, but I was, at least a first, unsure of how I felt about it. Nevertheless, I got on my knees, turned him over on his stomach, and planted my tongue right between his two smooth ass cheeks. He gasped in shock and immense pleasure as I rimmed him, wetting his ass in preparation for what was to come.
It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. He obviously cleaned himself well. Before long, I’d found a rhythm and was furiously eating him out. His moans and groans, followed by his quick gasps and the fact that his dick was now fully erect was a sign to me that this was completely turning him on. He was loving it, and that made me happy.
Before long, he was finally ready. I stood up and lifted his legs, resting one on each of my shoulders.
“Wait.” he said suddenly, reaching his arm over the side of the bed and then sticking it underneath. He retrieved a small condom package and tossed it up to me.
“Use this.” he said, “Just to be safe.”
I nodded and smiled at him, taking the condom from its package and slowly placing it over my rock solid boner.
“Be gentle…” he mumbled softly.
“I will.” I replied, reaching down and ruffling his hair, “I’d never hurt you, bud.”
With that, I pressed my dick against his soft but wet asshole and slowly pushed it in. He gasped with pain as it broke through and slid into him. I was careful not to push it in to quickly, and the saliva I’d left on his asshole was helping ease the process a little. After a few seconds, I was completely inside of him. I could feel all of him, and it was a feeling beyond good.
He looked up to me, face red as a cherry, and nodded, “I’m ready.”
Without any other words, I began to slowly pump my hips; sliding my dick slowly in and out of his ass. I could tell he was in pain, so I kept it slow until I began to notice moans of pleasure coming from him.
“Uhhh, harder…” he moaned after a few minutes. “I want it harder.”
That’s when I leaned down, planted my lips on his, and began to furiously pump my dick in and out of his hot ass. We made out as I fucked him for everything he had, losing my virginity in the process. The feeling of his ass clenched around my dick was amazing. No words could fully describe what I was feeling. I could tell he was liking it too, and for several minutes we lost ourselves in our love making.
I could feel myself nearing my orgasm, so I reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking him off furiously as I continued to fuck him. At one point I even lightly spanked his ass, something that seemed to turn him on even more. At that point, he let out a chilling groan of pleasure and shot his load all over my stomach as he climaxed. I wasn’t far behind, and before I knew it, my knees shook, and I shot my own load within him, moaning loudly as I did.
Slowly, I slipped out of him and removed the condom. I then collapsed next to him in the bed, and we spent the next few minutes in silence trying to catch our breaths. Taking a glance outside his window, I’d noticed the sun slipping below the horizon, and then I noticed his shallow breathing. He had fallen asleep.
I smiled and pulled his blanket over the two of us, making sure he looked comfortable before pulling his still-naked body close to mine and cuddling with him. I kissed his forehead softly as I watched him sleep. He didn’t move much, nor did he make much noise. He was simply peaceful, and the sight of it warmed my heart.
It wasn’t much longer, and I too, fell asleep, drifting into a world of dreams where he, no doubt, awaited me…

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We Did It All

The night had fallen over the sky and I was young. Home alone with a craving. I normally looked through my dad’s dresser to find some of his porn. But I was now bored with the videos. I whent to the den and sat down on the love seat, then reached into my pants. I was rock hard.
I started to dream of all types of woman. And precum started to ooze from my cock. The door bell sounded, I jumped up and pushed my dick between my legs and eased over to the door. It was my friend Alexis from across the street.
Alexis was 16, the same as myselft. She was thick and had the most beautiful pair of titties. She stood there, hair blowing toward the wind, she batted her eyes and placed her hands onto her full and sexy hips. a few seconds had passed by since I opened the door but all was adjusted to slow motion as a result of her presence.
Keyston, you going to let me in. Oh, yeah yeah. Alexis walked in to the house. I followed her while closing the door behind me. She sat down on the love seat where I had sat earlier and crossed her legs. She was wearing a jean skirt with a shirt that stopped just above her navle. I was still trying to hold my erection between my legs when she told me the reason she came by.
Her boyfriend had broke up with her. She wanted someone to talk to. I told her I would listen to whatever she had to say and she started crying. I known Alexis for about 4 years now and we were relaxed around each other. I moved closer and placed my hand on her leg and she looked up and threw he arms around me. Time passed very quickly. She was hugging and the next thing I remember is that she kissed me on the cheek and stood up, asked me permition to use the bathroom and I agreed.
A moment passed and I noticed how quiet it had gotten. I always had feelings for Alexis but she was always with Romey for as long as my memory would allow me to remember. I got up and walked down the hall. The bathroom door was open and she was just standing there. Sobbing but still beautiful. I tapped on the door with the tips of my fingers a couple times and she said for me to come in, but never looking away from the mirrior. I walked in and stepped up be hind her. She had this submissive look on her face like she needed to be touched. I put both my hands on her hips and they were so firm inside her jean skirt. I looked into her eyes through the mirror and her tears had stopped falling.
Alexis reached back and held my arms. I was pulled closer to her body. I had release my erection from between my legs and she jumped when she felt it against he butt. Her skirt was short and I could see the bottom portion of her butt. I lifted up her skirt and she didn’t say a word. I slipped off her red lace underwear and had to tug the g-string from between her cheeks. I lowered my self down to my knees and she turned around. “Want to taste my pussy?” She said. I nodded and she sat up on the sink counter.
She opened her legs and there it was. The pussy that I had been dreaming about for the past few years. I always pictured that it was smooth, and it was. Not one pube fested on her young vagina. I moved my face into her and took a small discrete wiff of her natural aroma. It turned me on wilder than I had ever been. When my warm breath brushed against her clit she threw her head back. I licked her slit from top to bottom and she was in an exotic world of moans. I looked up at her biting her lip.
Her pussy tasted good. It was almost sweet. But not like sugar. It had a sweetness like mellon. My tongue flicked quickly inside her slit and we were both enjoying it. While I started to suck on her clit I reached into my pants and started stroking my loaded cock. It was getting soar from the containment of my pants. I slipped out of my basket ball shorts and I noticed that precum was spilling out. Alexis put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her hot wet pussy. My tongue fell into her hole and it was sweeter. The wet ooze all over my face was making me wild. I was stroking myself faster. She asked me if I ever had sex. I told her no. She told me to stop and I stood up.
She took my shirt off and I took off hers. I looked at her with nervousness as she removed her B sized bra. She then wrapped her legs around my waist and threw her arms around my neck. My dick was rubbing the crack of her ass and it was wet with the head of my dick dripping precum. She swung her head to get the hair out of her face. Then she kissed my lips. I kissed her back. I reached down between us and lifted my dick into her. It was hot and wet. She was so tight. I felt her nails stab my neck and she pressed her breast against me. I couldn’t believe I was loosing my Virgin hood to the girl next door. I thrusted my dick into here harder and harder each time. She stopped kissing me and moved her mouth around to my ear. I was fucking the hell out of her standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. When she stuck her tongue in my ear I jolted. My knees shook and I just lost control of my selft. She dropped her legs and. Fell to her knees. Could it be? I thought. Was she really going to do it? Yes, Alexis held my cock in her hand and jerked it. I loved the way her hand squeezed my dick and slipped up and down my shaft. With my eyes closed I jumped when she closed her mouth around my dick. She whent down deep like she was used to it. Romey must have been real lucky, I thought. She sucked hard and fucked my dick with her face. I was holding onto her head and forcing my dick deep into her mouth. It was so slimey and hot. I was just about to launch my load of jizz into her mouth when she stopped. She got to her feet and bent over the couter. “STICK IT IN MY ASS”, she yelled. I put my wet dick into her smooth ass and felt how tight it was. I watched as my shaft vannished into her hole and she was pounding on the counter top with her fist. She kept yelling for me to cum in her ass. I was fucking her as wild as I cold. My ass cheeks were flapping open and closed. I was fucking her so crazy. She said she liked the way my balls kept smacking her pussy and she lifted up on her toes and screamed out loud. Then I felt something hot rolling down my nuts. She had came.
This excited me even more and I felt my dick grow more inside her. Alexis reached back and held her butt wide open and I watched my dick ram her ass hole. I was ready to explode. She was pushing her ass towards my pelvis and I grabbed her hips and thrusted my cock into her. Then my legs shook, my eyes rolled back. My dick throbbed and knocked against the walls of her ass and I came. Oh I came hard. I kept fucking her ass. my cum foamed up and lathered the sides of my dick.
Her hole started farting and I liked the vibration of it. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her up. She was standing with her back to my stomach, dick still in her ass. I looked into her eyes once again through the mirror and I could feel it. I knew what she was thinking. I was her new Romey. But my name was Keyston John.

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Something Crazy

Ever get it in your head that you just want to do something crazy? Not just something out of the norm, but something really over the top? Did you ever do it? Michi and Keiko talked about, now let’s see if they really did it?

The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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A Family or Sex Slaves Part 2

The Depravity continues… in this twisted tale of a family kidnapped and forced to witness and participate in sexual acts directed by two rednecks and their son…

Oh What a Feeling II

The night after we made love, I wasn’t sure how I felt, he told me he loved me and he dressed and had to leave before my parents arrived back home from a school function with my sister. I lay in bed that night thinking about how his body felt on top of mine. It was the most incredible experience of my life. My concern was that the next day when we got to school he would never speak to me again.
Upon waking that morning, I dug through my closet to find my tightest jeans they were a pair I had gotten as a present on my 16th birthday. I pulled out a pullover that had a low neckline and my ample breast spilled over the top. I threw my hair up and put on some make up and out the door I went to catch the bus. I waited worrying anxious that when I got to school Zach wouldn’t even remember that I was alive. My bus pulled in I saw him immediately standing with a red satin jack on and black jeans. He was the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes I. I saw his face light up as my bus pulled into it’s spot to unload the passengers. I waited my turn and stepped off the bus, before I realized what was happening he threw his arms around my waist lifted me off the bottom step and sat me down and put his lips softly to mine. He smiles at me and called me his baby. The day progressed quickly after every class he was waiting for me. That afternoon I climbed into his truck that waiting in the school parking lot. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going but he did keep eyeing my low cut shirt. I felt my face get hot when I realized that he was staring at my breast. We road to a deserted road by the river. He turned the car off, and turned to look at me. He told me I was beautiful and I started down at the my hands, I felt him getting closer to me. I looked up and he was an inch from my face I leaned in to kiss him, his tongue explored my lips and my mouth. Every time I tried to kiss him back he was hold up his finger and tell me no. Finally I was very still, he took his tongue and ran it slowly over my top and bottom lip and then into my mouth where my tongue was waiting for him. Once I was breathless over this kiss I felt his lips on my neck, he kissed slowly and gently down my neck. I felt his hand reach into my shirt and his fingers found my nipple he began to gently pinch and pull. I felt my pussy starting to throb and get wet almost immediately when he touched me. He whispered quietly in my ear to get in the back of the truck. He lay the seat down and we climbed into the back. He kissed me harder this time, and we both became breathless, he pulled me up and took my shirt off and began kissing my neck, one hand reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, he pulled it off of my chest exposing both of my round firm tits. He moved his mouth from one to the other. I could see his cock starting to harden in his jeans. I was unsure what to do exactly since this was only our second time together. I felt the urge in him to go further faster. I stopped him and told him not to move. I raised the hatch up on the back of the truck and climbed out. It was just starting to get dark there was no one for miles around. I turned around facing him topless. He had the music on I asked him to turn it up, some Van Halen song was playing on the radio. I started to sway to the sounds of the music, I danced for him slowly and seductively, I unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped. By this time he was standing out against the tailgate with his legs crossed and his arms folding watching me. But I knew he was interested because his cock was very hard. I continued to behave as seductive as I knew how. I slowly slid my tight jeans down around my ankles stepped one foot out and taking my other foot I flung them toward him. He reached out with one hand and snatched them, he smiled at me. I knew I had peaked his interest. I continued to dance and run my hands over my body and my breast, I knew that the show was about over so I turned my back to him and bent over, spreading my leg just enough so that I knew he could see my waiting pussy through my lacey panties. I slid my hand to the side and quickly took off the panties I bent back over so he could see my nice firm ass, I then did something I didn’t think I would do. I reached behind me and spread my ass apart so he could see everything. He was on me quickly I felt his hands on my ass then I felt his fingers touching my little tight asshole. I stood still not sure if it would hurt or feel good. I then felt his tongue running around that little hole, his other fingers found my pussy and began to rub my clit, I was still bent over, I was becoming very winded, and moaning loudly as he explored my ass. He pulled me up by his shoulders and then picked me up he carried me over to the truck and layed me down. He spread my legs and began to lick my already wet pussy, he took two fingers and placed them deep in my cunt. I began to quiver and my legs shook I came almost immediately. He said he wanted to try something else would I play along. I thought about it and said yes, he then put two fingers into my pussy again, and he set the pace, I was getting breathless when I felt a slight pain in my cunt. He put in a third finger he became faster and a little rougher, and then he added a fourth finger. I moved my pelvis to the motion of his hand, I rocked faster and faster until I let myself cum again. I sat up on the end of the tailgate much to his protest. I unzipped his pants and placed my mouth on his cock. He moaned and I rubbed it and stroked the head of it. I knew it felt good to him because every time it hit the back of my throat he would moan. I pulled his pants down around his knees and began to fondle his balls, I put them both in my mouth at the same time, he moaned loudly. He pushed me back and put his cock into my we waiting pussy, I leaned up on my elbows where I could watch his hard dick pump my pussy. He would ram his rod all the way into me and then all of it would come out but just the head. I was getting so turned on just by the sight of him fucking me I came a third time. He was close behind me, he fucked me harder and harder, he flipped me onto my stomach. I expected him to enter my pussy from behind, but he didn’t he rammed his dick into my tight little asshole, I screamed he didn’t stop. He fucked me so hard I thought I would die, and then he came hard, and hot he shook, and shuddered. I nearly fainted when he lay on top of my back sweating and hot. He kissed my neck and told me he loved, somehow this feeling was just amazing to be with him.

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you’re the father of one of my kids

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello.
He’s rather taken aback because he can’t place where he knows her from. So he says, “Do you know me?” To which she replies, “I think you’re the father of one of my kids.”
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, “My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?”
She looks into his eyes and says calmly, “No, I’m your son’s teacher.”

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Man of the House, part one

Jason was 19, a senior in high school, and a very horny young man. It wasn’t entirely his fault; his father had recently gotten engaged to a woman only a few years older than Jason himself, and she had two beautiful teenaged twin girls that loved teasing him unmercifully. Even Lisa, their mother, enjoyed flirting with the handsome young man when her fiancée was at work in the City, several hours commute away. All three of them would parade around the house in lacy negligees, wearing little or nothing under them, and enjoying the sight of his bulging boxers as he tried not to look at them.
This morning was no different. Jason was up early, getting himself breakfast before school. He usually jogged to school; it was only a few miles from his house. The twins usually slept in and took the bus. He poured milk on his Cornflakes, then dug his spoon into it for a big bite as his father crossed the room, wearing his usual suit and tie. He picked up his briefcase at the door, then turned and smiled.
“Good luck at the Meet this afternoon, son.” he said. “Sorry I’m going to miss it; got a big meeting this afternoon with a prospective new client. If I get this account, I’m sure to get a raise at the end of the Quarter, and maybe they’ll finally come through with that Partnership they’ve been hinting at.”
“Yeah, Dad, good luck on that. I know how much it means to you. Do a good job on it, and I’m sure they’ll kick down.”
“Uh, yeah, whatever.” said his dad, lamely. He could never quite keep up with teenager parlance. He went out, got in his car, and Jason heard him drive off.
A few bites of his cereal later, he saw Lisa come into the room, wearing the flimsiest of lingerie he’d ever seen her wear. It was obvious that she was nude under it, and he could see just about everything through the sheer silk.
“Did your father leave already?” she asked, seeing the man’s briefcase gone. Jason just nodded, staring at his cereal. He was fully hard in his shorts, and was embarrassed that she might see him looking at her. “Damn, he forgot to kiss me goodbye.” she pouted. “I was hoping he’d kiss me a lot, this morning, too.” she said. “Guess WHERE I wanted him to kiss me, Jason.” she said, coyly. She struck a pose for him as he blushed. Not being able to help himself, he glanced up at her , and saw that she was rubbing her pussy under the gauzy material of her peignoir.
“Oh, man, do you have to do that right in front of me?” he asked, a pained expression on his face. “I’m trying to eat.”
“Why, Jason, I do believe you’re SHY!” she crowed at him, coming closer. She gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. It was the hand that had been in her crotch, he noticed. She giggled and pointed with the other. “What’s that hiding in your shorts, young man? Oh, it’s moving! Is it a mouse?” She giggled again. “Do you have a mouse in your shorts, Jason?
“It’s not a mouse.” he said, pushing away his bowl and standing up. “It’s more like a dog.”
She backed up a little, seeing the look in his eyes. “A– a dog?” she whispered, backing up even more as he advanced on her.
“That’s right.” he confirmed. “And you know what dogs do?” The counter hit her backside and she could go no further. He came right up to her, looking her right square in the eyes the whole way.
“N-no.” she said, thoroughly cowed before him. He was a good 6” taller than she, and his shoulders were intimidatingly wide in front of her. He could smell her sex, wet and ready. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her hot little body tight against his. He was wearing only his shorts, leaving his torso bare, as well as his legs, and he could feel her nipples like pebbles burning into his chest, and the smoothness of her legs against his.
“Dogs chase pussy.” he said, grinding his cock into her belly. She struggled in his grasp, suddenly realizing that she shouldn’t have teased him quite so hard. It was his father she loved, but she saw so much of him in the son, she couldn’t resist herself.
“Jason, you’ve got to let me go.” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have started this. Please, let me go?”
He didn’t answer her; he just lowered his hips a little and let her feel his hardness press up against the length of her soaking wet slit, rubbing it up and down over and over again. Her breath caught in her throat, and despite herself, she could feel her thighs parting slightly.
“You like that, don’t you.” he said, reaching down and pulling her right knee up and draped it around his waist.
His cock swelled and the tip of it poked out the top of his shorts. He could feel it sliding between the puffy outer lips of her labia, and his precum mixed with her copious juices. His hand slid from her hip and went to the front of his shorts, pushing the front of them down, and freeing his cock, which stood out proudly from his groin.
She shook her head as she felt it sliding along her slit, and knew it was bare flesh touching her most secret place now.
“Oh, God, Jason, NO!!” she begged. “Please, don’t do this! I’m so sorry; I’ll never tease you again, I promise!”
“Why should I stop?” he asked. “I’ve got you right where you wanted to be. Right?” He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of over her clit several times, causing her to buck her hips up at him. Her eyes were closed; her bottom lip caught in her teeth. She eyes flew open in panic as she felt it slide lower and hover at the opening to her innermost self. She knew he was one thrust away from having her.
“Oh, God, Jason, we can’t!” she sobbed. “Let go of me this instant! Oh, God, your father!”
Jason pushed himself away from her, leaving her to sink to her knees, sobbing. “Don’t ever come on to me like that again!” he ordered, stuffing his cock back in his shorts. “Not unless you want me to finish what I almost did just now.”
She looked up at him, tears streaming, and nodded. Her eyes fell to his groin and the obvious bulge there. He went right up to her once again, standing over her. She was still staring at his groin.
“You’re fascinated by it, aren’t you?” he asked, softly. “You want it, huh?” He rubbed his hand over it through his shorts. “If you want to see it, take it out. Have a look at what almost went inside you just now.”
“I… no, I…” she whispered. Her hands came together at her bosom, clasped tightly, but her eyes were locked on his crotch. She licked her lips nervously. “I… we can’t! What will your father say?”
He laughed. “I’m not going to tell him!” Jason laughed. “Are you?” She shook her head, looking up at him with expressionfull eyes.
“Then how will he ever find out?” He laughed again, looking down at her. “It’s okay, get it out and look at me. I know you want to.”
She dropped her eyes back down to it, and slowly reached up and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his red jogging shorts. They were made of terry material, and the elastic waistband was really easy to pull down. Soon, he was stepping out of them as she lowered them to the floor. She was looking down as she did, and when they were off, she raised her face back up to look at what he had.
It was at least 11” long, and several inches thick, much bigger than his father, who was rather modestly endowed. She licked her lips again, staring at it like it was a snake.
“I… it’s huge!” she whispered. “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!” She sat back on her haunches a little, getting her face away from it some more.
Jason had other plans, tho. He took her head in both his hands and drew her closer, a lot closer.
“Come on, Lisa, you know you want to suck it. “ he said, groaning as it brushed past her cheek. “I saw you licking your lips just at the thought of it. Come on, give me some relief!”
“No, Jason, I… I’ve never!” she said, panicked. “Please, just let me go! I’m sorry I ever started this!”
“Goddam it!” he cursed, seeing that she really wasn’t going to do it. “You tease my Dad like this? Do you?”
She was sobbing again and shook her head as he angrily put his shorts back on. She saw him turn and head for the upstairs.
“Where… where are you going?” she asked, nervously. Both her daughters were up there.
“I’m going to go take a cold shower, and if that doesn’t work, I’m going to blast half a load of babies down the drain.” he said. “I can’t go running with a boner like this!”
“Jason, I’m… I’m so sorry.” she said, fresh tears welling up.
“Yeah, well, maybe you’ll think about how it makes me feel before you go flaunting yourself like that again.” he said harshly. “Fucking tease.” He left the room as she began sobbing again, still sitting on the floor where he’d left her.
Upstairs, he went into his bathroom and saw Ashley in there, wearing just a T-Shirt as she applied make-up in his mirror. She was freshly showered, he saw, as her hair was still wet. He looked in the mirror and could clearly see her nipples showing darkly through the wet white cotton T. Also, she wasn’t wearing panties, and her bare ass was sticking out as she bent forward.
“Dammit, Ashley, what have I told you about using my bathroom?” he said quietly. “And are you aware that you’re not hardly wearing any clothes in here?”
She didn’t even look at him, too engrossed on not stabbing her eye out with the liner pencil to pay him much attention.
“Well, duh.” she said. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet, so obviously, I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“Well, I need my bathroom back.” he said patiently. She turned and looked at him, one eye done, and the other not.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” she said, exasperated. “Go use the one downstairs.” She turned back to the mirror.
“Ashley, this is your last chance.” he warned. “I’m getting into the shower now, and if you don’t want to see what I’ve got, I suggest you get out, right now.”
She turned back to him and smiled. “Who says I don’t want to see it?” she said, coyly. She dropped her eyes to his groin and he saw them widen at the massive bulge he was sporting. “Oh my God!”
“Don’t say you weren’t warned!” he said, skinning the shorts off. Her hand flew up to her mouth, and her eyes bugged out even more.
“Oh my God!” she said again, this time in a whisper. “It’s huge!”
“I’m glad you think so.” he said. It was pointing right at her. “I think it likes you.” he joked, moving closer. He jerked it a couple of times with his belly muscles, bobbing it up and down. “Oh, look, it does! It does like you!”
“Keep it away!” she said frantically, seeing him approach. She backed up and the toilet hit the back of her knees, causing her to sit down suddenly. Fortunately, the lid was down, so she didn’t fall in.
He saw the opportunity to tease her a bit, and brought it right up next to her face, which was right on a level with it, now that she was sitting down.
“Touch it with your hand, Ashley.” he said. “Go ahead, it won’t bite.”
“C-can I?” she whispered, not taking her eyes off it. It was only six inches or so away from her face, closer that she had ever dreamed. It looked so BIG!!
Slowly, her hand crept upward, and she poked it with her finger. It jumped at her touch.
“No, like this.” he said, gently, then took her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, covering it with his own. She breathed in, awed by the strength she sensed under his smooth skin on his dick. Her other hand came up as well, and she used them both to stroke up and down the length of it as he let go.
“Oh, yeah, that feels really good.” he sighed. “Would you like to give it a kiss, too?” he asked.
Her eyes opened up wide again as she looked up at him.
“I’ve heard about that.” she breathed. “Cindy Crossman at school claims she did it, once.”
“Well, here’s your chance to match her, Ashley.” he said. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.” He looked on with great pleasure as his pretty, brunette step sister brought her head forward and put her pursed lips up against the head of his cock.
“Oh, yeah, just like that.” he sighed. “Now, open your mouth and take in the head of it. Don’t forget to suck on it as you do, but remember, no teeth!”
Unbelievably, she did as he suggested, sucking on the head of it. Instinctively, she swirled her tongue around over it, and let him feed her a little more as he thrust his hips forward a little.
“Oh, God, yeah, Ashley, how much can you do? Can you suck on the whole thing?” She tried, going down on him a little over halfway before making a panicked sound and pulling her head all the way off and looking up at him again.
“Did I do it right?” she asked, hesitantly. “I know I couldn’t do the whole thing like you asked, but the part I did do, it was good, right?”
“Oh, yeah, you did it real good.” he said. “No doubt Cindy Crossman is a little better at it, but she’s not here, is she?”
“I can do it as good as she can.” Ashley pouted. “Just let me practice a little more.”
“Okay, but this time, I want you to practice doing the whole thing.” he said. She nodded dutifully and put her mouth back on him. “Good girl, just like that!” he said. She was bobbing her head up and down on his length, taking a little more every time she went down. “Try to relax your throat.” he said, feeling her starting to gag as she went too far. “It won’t choke you, and you’ll still be able to breathe, I promise.”
She went down again, this time further than she had gone on any of her previous tries, getting about ¾ of it in her gob, then pulled her mouth all the way off, slurping up saliva as she did so. She looked up at him, a little nervously and wiped some drool off her chin.
“I just remembered something.” she said. “Cindy told me that her boyfriend… uh, finished… in her mouth.” she said. “Are you going to do that?”
“What did Cindy tell you about it?” he asked.
“She didn’t exactly tell me.” Ashley admitted. “She was telling her friend Dawn about it in the locker room one day, and I happened to overhear them.”
“Well, what did you overhear?” he asked. He was impatient for her to suck it some more, because he was getting close. Another little bit like the last, and he was going to “finish” in her mouth indeed.
“I didn’t hear any more than that.” she said. “I’m kinda curious as to what happens.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what happens.” he said. “Just so you know what you’re getting into, right?” She nodded, staring at it again. He brought it back to her lips, and she began sucking on it some more as he went on. “In just a few moments, it’s going to spit out some white stuff.” he said. “Not much, and most girls like the taste of it. There’s nothing dirty about it, either, it’s the stuff that makes babies when it goes inside your belly. I want you to try to swallow it all, okay, because it feels really grand when a girl can do that.” She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster as he spoke, letting him guide the pace of it as he held her head lightly in his hands and pistoned his cock through her lips.
She could feel it getting harder in her mouth, and then it throbbed once, twice. She heard him grunt, and suddenly her mouth was filled with hot, salty/sweet stuff. There was a lot more of it than she expected, and after gulping down the first couple of mouthfuls, she couldn’t keep up and pulled her face back, turning it to the side.
He wasn’t done, and several more squirts came out, splattering her cheek and going into her hair.
“Ohh, gah, that was… that was…” she stammered, spitting gunk into the sink as she leaned to the side.
“That was fuckin’ COOL!!” said Caitlyn from the doorway. Jason turned to look at his other almost step sister, and saw that she was as scantily dressed as her sister, wearing only a lacy little half cup bra that barely covered her nipples and matching panties. Jason could feel new life surging into his half hardness as he checked out her form in the skimpy underwear. “I want to see what it tastes like.” she said.
Caitlyn came into the bathroom with them, and knelt on one knee down next to her sister, licking up some of his cream off her cheek. Jason groaned at the sight of it, two pretty girls wearing next to nothing and eating his come. His cock was fully hard again.
“Mmm, good.” she said, licking her lips and turning her head to look up at him. “My turn, now.” She opened her mouth and took the head of his dick in her lips, sucking softly on it. Jason groaned, louder this time, and ran his hands down through Caitlyn’s long black hair.
Ashley stood up and squeezed past them, getting in front of the sink and looking in the mirror once more. What she saw there appalled her. She was a sticky mess, and she was going to have to wash her hair again. It had come all over one side, and was stuck together in clumps. Not only that, it was all over her T-Shirt, too.
“Look what you did to me.” she said to him, in breathless horror. “You got it all OVER me!”
“You look beautiful.” he said, surprising her by raising up one hand to the back of her head and pulling her close for a kiss on the mouth. She thought it was going to be a quick peck, but he held her there and kissed her deeply, even slipping his tongue against hers.
She let out a muffled sound of protest as his other hand came up, under her T-Shirt, and cupped her right breast, twiddling the nipple erect with the pad of his thumb as he cupped the apple sized mound in his palm. She felt her thighs parting slightly, and got very wet between her legs of a sudden.
She looked down as the kiss ended, and saw her sister still sucking away on his cock. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and now both his hands were under her shirt, pushing it up. She lifted her arms and let him take it all the way off, then he was kissing her again, his hands now sliding down her ribs, onto her hips, and then…
“Ohh, not there!” she gasped, pulling away. She couldn’t go too far away, because he had caught her by the waist and prevented her from leaving altogether.
“Yes, Ashley, there.” he said, slipping one hand back between her thighs again. She squeezed them together, trying to keep his hand off her most secret place, but her body betrayed her as he bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Her thighs gently parted and his hand crept up between them as she gave a long, low cry from the back of her throat. His palm cupped her sex as his middle finger slid lightly back and forth through her slit.
He moved his head up and kissed her on the mouth again, pulling his cock out of her sister’s mouth with a pop. He pulled her leg up onto his hip and turned her to face him, his cock sliding across her sex.
“Oh, damn, that looks so hot!” Caitlyn said in awe, then reached up and placed his cockhead right at the entrance to her sister’s womb. “Do it, Jason, put it inside her!”
“Oh, noo!” wailed Ashley, as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his girth. Only the head was between her pussylips, but she could feel how perilously close it was to slipping fully inside her. “Jason, please, take it out!”
“No way, Ash.” he said, thickly, feeling her tight heat on his dick. “I’m going to fuck you!”
“Please! I don’t want my first time to be in the bathroom.” she begged. “Please? Not here!”
“Okay.” he agreed, then picked her up by cupping her ass, still in place with his cockhead just inside her. He carried her over to his bed, then put her down on the edge of it so that she was laying sideways. He bent down on top of her and drove his cock into her with one smooth shove.
She let out loud moan as he entered her and clawed his back with her nails. Her feet shot straight up in the air, then curved together and clasped ankles behind his back.
Caitlyn was kneeling on the floor just behind them, and had an awesome view of his cock disappearing into her sister. She was astonished that the huge thing was able to fit in there. She touched herself through her panties, wondering if it would fit inside her the same way. “Oh, man, look at that!” she marveled, in a soft, breathless whisper. “You’re really fucking her!”
Ashley was grunting as he pistoned his massive cock rapidly, getting off on the brand new sensations flooding her young body for the first time. She screamed in ecstasy as he brought her to the brink of orgasm, them drove her right over the edge. She felt like the whole world was falling away form her as his big dick hammered away at her.
Finally, he slowed his strokes and pulled out, letting the little girl, now a woman, under him catch her breath as he got up. He felt Caitlyn move out of his way and looked down at her, amused.
“Did you like what you saw?” he asked, grinning at her. She was staring at his cock, dripping pre cum out the slit in little drops and shiny with her sister’s pussy juices.
“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “It was the coolest!”
“Are you ready for it to be your turn?” he asked, holding out a hand to her. She took it, and he helped her to her feet.
“M-my turn?” she stammered. She gave a quick glance at her sister, who was still sprawled out on her back, pussy just now beginning to close up. It was swollen and angry red looking, with just a hint of blood leaking out of the lower lips. Ashley was moaning and tossing her head.
“Yup, you heard me right.” he said, putting one hand around the girl’s waist and leading her away. “I’m going to do that to you, too.” he told her. “Let’s go into your room.”
“Well, okay.” she said, letting him guide her. “But, uh, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” she said, as they entered the hallway.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lisa had her hands on her hips, glaring at Jason as she stood, blocking the hallway as she stood at the top of the stairs.
“I’m doing what these girls want me to do.” he said, cupping Caitlyn’s head and kissing her deeply. The girl moaned into his mouth, but it wasn’t a sound of protest. Not exactly.
“Didn’t you hear what she just said?” Lisa demanded. “She said she wasn’t sure. That means `no`, buster, and if you do anything with her, I’m going to file rape charges.”
“Look, bitch, you had your chance downstairs just a little while ago.” he retorted. “Or are you reconsidering?”
She just stared at him speechlessly as he turned his back on her, his arm around Caitlyn’s waist and made their way down the hall.
“You come back here!” she screeched, running and jumping onto his back. She clawed at his chest, and he grimaced as he grabbed her by an arm and bent forward, slinging her to the floor.
“You bastard!” she spit at him from the floor. “Don’t you touch my baby! Dirty sonovabitch! Fucking rapist!”
“You got a dirty mouth on you.” Jason remarked, mildly. “Is it good for anything but cursing?”
“Fuck you!” Lisa said, getting on her hands and knees. “I said to get your hands off her!” Jason was rubbing Caitlyn’s ass through her panties, his other hand firmly around the girl’s waist.
“It’s okay, Mom, I… I want to.” Caitlyn said. “Don’t hurt her, Jason, please!” She tugged his hand, urging him down the hall, so he followed her, with a meaningful look over his shoulder at his step-mother, who was sitting forlornly on the floor, sobbing tears of anger and frustration.
Caitlyn pulled him into her room, letting him kiss her as his hands roamed up and down her body, first feeling her breasts, then slipping down between her legs and rubbing her pussy. He slid his hand around to her back and unhooked her bra nimbly with his fingers, then pulled it down and bent his head to kiss her newly exposed breasts.
“Ohh, Jason, Jason, that’s heavenly.” she said. She was aware that they were moving backward, but when her mattress hit the back of her knees and made her sit down, she suddenly became aware of her surroundings and what they were about to do.
“Oh, Jason, I’m… I’m not sure.” she whispered, letting him lay her down onto her back. “Ohh, yesss, that feels so nice!” she moaned out loud as he kissed her breasts again. His hands were caressing her body, moving slowly from her breasts, down over her belly, and in between her legs, fondling her pussy through her panties. They moved up once more, then when he slid them down, he wormed his finger under the elastic waistband of them and pushed them down off her hips.
“Lift up your hips a little for me, Caitlyn.” he said, nuzzling her neck. His words sent little puffs of air into her ear, and her hips came up off the bed, allowing him to slide her panties down her legs and past her knees.
Both his hands were caressing her inner thighs now, urging them further and further apart, with his fingers making the occasional journey onto her bare pussy. While they were there, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside her.
She was moaning as he fingered her, and only looked up at him as her pulled her ass further toward the edge of the bed and got between her open thighs.
“Ready, Caitlyn?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down her slit. He got it good and greasy with her juices, then slipped it down and pushed the head of into her.
“Unngh, yeah, right there!” she grunted, and felt him renew his grasp on her hips. He pushed it in a little more and came up against her hymen. “Oooff!” she winced at the sudden, pain, then got a look of relief as he pulled it back slightly. She wasn’t prepared for what happened next, though. He slammed it back into her, burying it to the hilt with one strong push.
She couldn’t help it; she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream of pain as something tore inside her. He left it all the way inside her, letting her get used to the feel of it, then began moving it back and forth inside her.
“Ohh, yes!” she sighed, feeling the pleasure building as the pain ebbed. He gradually increased the speed of his strokes until he was fucking the teen under him as fast and hard as he could. His balls were slapping her ass so loudly he was sure her mother could hear it if she were still sitting outside on the floor where they had left her.
Suddenly, he slowed his pace and started moving it in and out of the girl with deep strokes that made her squirm with pleasure. She met each of his deep thrusts with her hips, trying to get every inch of him into her he could. Slowly, he started increasing the speed once more, and then she was coming under him, wailing out her pleasure at the top of her lungs, Surely her mother could hear that, even if she had gone downstairs!
He pulled his throbbing cock out of her and let her come down from the heights of passion he’d driven her to, laying his cock on her belly. When she had caught her breath, she smiled up at him.
“Oh my God, that was incredible!” she sighed. “You can do that with me anytime you want, step-brother!”
“Count on it, step-sis.” he said, kissing her deeply on the mouth. “Right now, tho, I’m going to go out for a run.”
She could feel his hardness on her belly like a bar of red hot iron and was a little confused.
“But you didn’t…” she asked, hesitantly.
“No.” he answered. “I didn’t in your sister, either.”
“Don’t you want to?” she asked huskily. “I want to see you do it!”
“Okay.” he agreed. “Go ahead and suck on it like your sister did, and I’ll come in your mouth, just like I did in hers.”
“Oh, man, hell yeah!” she said. “This is the best day ever!” They traded places, with him sitting on the bed and her going to her knees in front of him.
“Ready, Caitlyn?” he asked, seeing her hesitate a second. “You’ve already done this in the bathroom, remember?”
“I know.” she whispered. “It was easier to be brave in front of my sister, though.”
“How about in front of your mother?” asked a voice from the doorway. “Are you still so brave now, little missy?”
Jason turned and saw Lisa standing there, her hands on her hips and a pouty expression on her face. She was still wearing the scanty negligee, and he could just make out the darkness of her nipples through the gauzy material.
“M-mom!” Caitlyn said. “Get out of here! You’re killing the mood!”
“Good!” said Lisa. “Jason, get out of my daughter’s room, right now. You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the cops on your for statutory rape.”
“Mom! He didn’t rape anyone! Me and Ashley both wanted this!” Caitlyn insisted.
“It doesn’t matter.” Lisa said, sweetly. “Both of you are under the age of eighteen.”
“The age of consent in this state is sixteen, Lisa.” Jason told her. “The girls are both seventeen, so if you do make a call like that, you’ll be laughed out of court, and good luck getting my Dad to pop the question after that.”
“I’m telling him everything that went on here this morning!” she said, defiantly. “I’m telling him how you almost fucked me- twice, now, and that you have deflowered both my daughters.”
“Third times the charm!” he said, going over to her, faster than she’d ever seen anyone move before. He grabbed her arm and hurled her toward the bed.
Lisa gasped and tried to stop herself, but wound up sprawled on her belly on it anyway. Her legs hung down the side, with her knees almost touching the floor. She started to get up, but them Jason was right behind her, holding her down with one hand on the back of her neck.
“Nooo!!” she screamed. “Let me go!” She felt his hand grab the back of her negligee and yank it up. She knew what was next; her bare ass was exposed to his massive cock. “Ohh, God, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t tell!” she begged. “Please, I promise!”
“What do you think, Caitlyn?” he asked the girl. “Should I give it to your mom in her pussy or in her ass?”
“In her… in her ass?” Caitlyn asked, looking confused.
“Good idea. That’ll really teach this bitch not to come around teasing the way she always does.” Jason grinned. “Do us a favor and get some Vaseline, would you? I don’t want her blood all over my cock.”
“Oh, God, noo! Let me up, let me go!” Lisa begged, trying to squirm out from under him. “Please, I’m begging you!”
Jason laughed and pressed his cock against the woman trapped beneath him, letting her feel the massive organ laying all along her ass crack. He had one hand on her neck, holding her in place, and with the other, he grabbed the base of his cock and moved it into position at the entrance to her womb as Caitlyn left the room.
“Gonna fuck you, Lisa.” he growled in her ear, sinking his cockhead into her pussy a little. “Gonna lube up with your pussy cream first, before I fuck your asshole, though. That’ll teach you not to prance around in front of me with nothing on, won’t it?”
“Jason, please don’t do this… UNNGGH!!” she grunted, feeling him sink the whole length of his cock into her soaking wet pussy with one brutal shove. “Get it out! Take it out! I’m not protected!” she gasped. “Don’t! I can get pregnant!”
“Perfect.” he said, beginning his strokes in and out. “Maybe I won’t fuck your ass, then.” he said. “I’m gonna blow my whole load right into your cunt and knock you up higher than a kite, bitch. How do you like that idea?”
“Noo, Jason, please… I’m, I’m… Your father, Jason, what about your father?” She lost the ability to speak for a moment as he pulled it out of her almost all the way, just leaving the tip of it inside.
“Get him to fuck you without the rubber that you always make him wear, tonight. It’s okay with me if you tell him it’s his.” Jason replied, sinking his whole length into her again. She felt great on his dick, almost as tight as her virgin daughters had been. He slid it smoothly all the way back in, and she grabbed a double handful of the comforter.
“Jason, you don’t, ungh, you don’t under…stand!” she gasped. “I’m not letting you father do this until we’re married. We, unnhhh, we … have only been doing oral… with… with each other.” she told him.
“What?!? You two haven’t been fucking?” Jason asked her, astonished. He laughed, and increased his tempo in and out of her. “You’ll have a hell of a job explaining why you suddenly changed you mind and want to go all the way, then, won’t you? I’m doing my old man a favor with this.”
“No, please, Jason, take it out, please, I’m begging you not to do this to me!”
“Too… too late!” he grunted, burying himself balls deep inside her and letting his sperm flood into her tight little pussy.
“Oh, God, NOOOO!!!” she wailed, feeling his cock spasming inside her as he came.
“Hell fuck yeah!” he groaned. “Can you feel it? Can you feel my little wigglies swimming up to your egg?” he whispered in her ear. “Dad gets to go bareback tonight!”
“Here you are, Jason…” Caitlyn said, holding out the jar to him as she came back in. One look was enough to tell her it was too late, though. “Oooh, you did it inside my Mom?”
“Let me up.” Lisa said. “Let me up! I need to go douche! Maybe it’s not too late.”
“Nope.” he said, still holding her down. “I have one shot left, and I said I was going to fuck your asshole, and that’s what I mean to do!”
“Ohh, God, please, no! Not that! Jason! Please don’t do that! Everything we did here today, everything you did with my daughters, please, I won’t tell him anything if you spare me that!” Lisa begged.
“Pff, you think I’m scared of you telling him anything? Hell no, bitch! Blab all you want, it ain’t gonna save your asshole from getting speared by my cock!” He got a fingerful of Vaseline and smeared it on her asshole.
She shrieked as she felt the cold grease slathered on her asshole, and his finger worming it’s way inside, totally panicked.
“PLEASE, oh, God, no, please don’t do that!” she begged. “I’ll do anything, anything else, just please don’t do me there!!”
“Promise?” he asked, placing his cock into position.
“YES, I fuckin’ promise!” she sobbed.
“Hmm, anything, right? You know your friend Tanya?” he asked, not withdrawing his cock yet. “That cute little brunette that was here for your wedding shower a week or so ago?”
“T-Tanya?” Lisa stammered. “What do you want with her?”
“Well, I’m not interested in her mind, if that’s what you’re asking. Now, do I shove my cock in your asshole right now, or are you going to help me get her and her daughter in bed?”
“Sophia too?” Lisa exclaimed. “Get off of me, okay? I’ll help you do it, you bastard. Now let me go!!”
Jason pulled back and let her get up, smiling evilly at her. “Now, you know if you welsh on this deal; if you tell her what’s up, and cock-block me, I’m going to have to invite several of my friends over, and we’re going to take turns at your asshole and cunt, right? That’s the consequences for breaking your word.”
“I won’t go back on it.” she said bitterly. “No matter what you threaten me with.”
“Good. You have a phone call to make. I want her over here today. Since you’re her boss, I guess you can free up her schedule, right?” Jason smiled at the woman and handed her the phone off the bedside stand.
“What, now? But I’m naked still!” Lisa protested.
“It’s a phone.” Jason replied. “She won’t know you’re naked. Now get her over here. Sophia can wait until after school.”
“What do I tell her?” Lisa asked. “I can’t just tell her to come over to my house without a reason.”
“True.” Jason mused thoughtfully. “What can you tell her to get her to come over?”
“I know.” Caitlyn volunteered. “Mom, didn’t you borrow her casserole dish last week for the shower? You could have her come over to get it today.”
Lisa flashed Caitlyn a dirty look, but she nodded and began dialing. She looked surprised when Jason took the handset from her, and put it on speakerphone, but Jason gestured for her to speak as the other end picked up on the second ring.

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Dairy of Billy Bob Chapter 1

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 1 (Becoming A Man)
When I was in the eighth grade my folks had gone to the Dew Drop Inn on a Saturday night to mix with folks their age, do a little drinking and a lot of dancing. On the way home their car busted through the railing over the Chattahoochee River, and just that quick I was an orphan. Ma’s sister, Hagar, was my blood relative and she took me in. Her husband Abraham was pretty strict, but I worked hard for him and we got along OK. They had a little girl, Leah, who was four years younger than me.
When I turned fifteen Abraham had a long talk with me – I thought it was going to be about the birds and bees, but it turned out to be a lot more than that. He said that when our great-great-grandparents came over from Scotland they brought some family traditions with them that were a little different. One was that when a boy turned 15 one of the older women in the extended family would take him for three days and teach him the responsibilities and the joys of sex. He might then visit with two other older women, again for three days each. From then on the boy was considered to be a man. My Ma’s older sister Sarah had volunteered to be the first and I was to take the bus up into the mountains to be with her that weekend. Then, when I came back, Aunt Hagar would teach me some more of the things that I needed to know. There weren’t any other female relatives, so that would be the end of my training.
Aunt Sarah was in her early fifties but her face looked older than that. We were alone on her little farm and there was a lot of work to keeping it up. I helped all I could and that didn’t leave much time for the teaching. Aunt Sarah taught me how to be considerate of a woman’s feelings and how to make love to her so that she would be pleasured and reach an orgasm. She had me gently fondle her breasts, kiss them, and use my tongue to play with her nipples. Her breasts were quite young looking and when I remarked on that she said that all of the hard farm work kept her young. On the second day she showed me her “privates,” the slit that lay behind all of that hair, and where her “clit” was. I learned how to use my fingers to give her pleasure and where to lick to bring her off. I did get an erection several times, but I was too grossed out by the fishy odor to take it to completion. Surprising to me, as elderly as she was, she actually responded to the caresses and fondling that she told me how to do, and reached a climax of pleasure at least once each of the first two days and three times on the third day.
It was the third day that I got to stick my prick into her slick hot hole and that really felt good. It didn’t feel old, just smooth and deep and it kind of sucked and squeezed on me. The first several times I spurted thick semen after only a few strokes, but she quickly sucked on my cock to keep it hard and had me keep trying so that she was satisfied too. Since she was so old, I took the teaching just like I was in a classroom and tried hard to remember all that she told and showed me. When I was leaving, she said that Hagar would be different. She was still young and would help me to learn how to enjoy myself, but I was always to remember to make the experience good for my partner too.
Aunt Hagar was 27 and looked like a teenager. I had noticed what a great body she had when I first went to live with them and had sometimes jerked off just thinking about her. On my first day back home from Aunt Sarah’s she got Abraham off to work and Leah to school and then pulled me into their bedroom, saying she couldn’t wait any longer for the lessons to begin. She pulled her dress up over her head and stood there nude (she probably forgot to put any underwear on that morning). I could not speak, I was frozen. I instantly had an erection because she was beautiful, just like a pinup in Playboy. Firm high breasts with small nipples the size of pencil erasers, an hour-glass figure, and a bush of thick curly glossy black hair in a triangle just above her crotch.
She then quickly undressed me, got down on her knees and took my penis in her mouth, pumping her head back and forth, and in no time flat I erupted into her mouth. She kept on pumping me, letting her teeth sometimes drag on the underside of my dick, but always having her lips tight around me. I just stayed fully hard all the time. It was heaven! She must have been doing me for more than two hours when she said she would have to stop for a while because her jaws were tired and her mouth was sore.
For the rest of that day, until it was nearly time for Leah to come home, she showed me all of the different positions for intercourse and I practiced each one until she said that I’d gotten the hang of it. I lost count of the number of times that I shot a huge load into her vagina or across her tits. I liked missionary best because Hagar is an enthusiastic kisser, very wet with lots of tongue exploration, and I could nibble on her breasts to my heart’s content. Side-ways I guess would be good if the woman was too fat, or so Hagar said. Doggy style was the most fun, leaning over her and playing with her tits and fingering her clit; when she came in this position her vagina clamped down on me a lot harder, stimulating me to a second or even a third climax. By then I was having climaxes but not ejaculating more than a few drops. Doing it between her breasts was good too, but she preferred being on top. She was really energetic when she was in control. She bounced really fast up and down the whole length of my cock but was able to keep me in her all the time. She apparently could not decide whether it was better to ride me facing forward or backward because she kept changing directions. I liked that because my prick leans toward my head and the change resulted in friction on different sides. The rotation was like electricity wrapping around my dong as she didn’t pause but swung around while still bouncing.
Uncle Abraham commented at dinner that night that Aunt Hagar looked a little tired. Eleven year-old Leah wanted to know what we did all day and her mom just said that she had done laundry and I had studied in my room.
The next day she could hardly wait to get started and had me review each of the positions with her, asking what parts of me were stimulated and what felt really good, and then had me choose the one that was the most fun for me. Remembering Aunt Sarah’s advice, I said I liked to have her on top and leaning over so that I could play with and suck on her breasts. I knew that she liked that best and that is all that we did all morning long. With her perky tits being high on her chest it was easy to keep one in my mouth as much as I liked, alternating between them, and tonguing a nipple or sucking it. Well, maybe not all the time because Hagar was doing things to my meat that distracted me. After a long series of strenuous bounces she would pause with my cock penetrating clear up to her womb and pulse her vaginal muscles strongly, clutching my penis in a rhythm that drove me wild. I must have shot many cups of cum that morning but Hagar said, as she again wrapped her lips around my exploding cock, that my balls would keep supplying the luscious stuff.
That afternoon she said that it was time for me to show her what I had learned from her sister Sarah. I started out just kissing her and fondling her breasts and went on to licking and kissing down her stomach into that triangle of curly black hair. Thank God that Aunt Hagar did not have an unpleasant odor there, in fact it smelled like woman’s hand lotion. I opened her lips with two fingers and slipped my tongue inside, slowly running it up and down from one end of her slit to the other, taking care to tease her clit on each pass. This turned her on a lot more than it did for Aunt Sarah, and she started humping my face to get harder contact. She pulled my head into her crotch and screamed for me to “do my clit – do my clit.” Then she had one orgasm right after another as I sucked, stroked my rough tongue over, and nibbled on her clit. Finally she asked me to stop as she was completely wrung out and couldn’t take any more. She thanked me over and over for the best cunnilingus (a new word for my expanding vocabulary) that she had ever had. After we relaxed, and maybe even napped for a few minutes, she climbed on top of me and repeated the same wonderful sex that we’d had all that morning.
I wanted to try some more “oral sex” so persuaded her to stop fucking me and let me show her what else Aunt Sarah taught me. I licked her slit some more, extending the saliva trail back to her anus, and then up to her clit. She wasn’t too sure about the tongue in her ass so I concentrated on that for a while, finally getting the tip into her dark canal. That did arouse her some more and she suggested that I fuck her there. I still had other things in mind so continued eating her snatch but put one finger all the way into her ass hole and started manipulating it in a circular motion. I brought my other hand up and, starting with just one finger, frigged her pussy while I very gently swirled my tongue around her clitoris. As she became more loose I added another finger and then a third, first in her pussy and then in her ass, occasionally bringing one or two fingers from each had together, rubbing on the thin membrane between them. By now she was so galvanized that I could hardly hold on to her so I took pity on her and rolled over putting her on top and just said “Do it.” She was, by then, a wildly excited woman and we both quickly had a series of mind-blowing orgasms.
On the following day she said that this was graduation day, but only after we had reviewed all of the things that Sarah and she had taught me. Again she quickly yanked her dress over her head and had me fondle and make love to her beautiful body while she undressed me. Aunt Hagar asked me to use my expert tongue to bring her to as fantastic a climax as she had yesterday, which I was happy to do. She almost passed out in ecstasy as I not only licked and sucked on her clit, but also had my whole hand up her vagina. After she recovered, we then tried several different positions and some variations. Today I liked the spoon and its reverse, missionary and doggie style, really enjoyed the 69, but finally decided that my favorite was having Aunt Hagar on top. Maybe that was because she was very athletic and generated a lot of wonderful sensations as she bounced up and down. Her vagina had little ribbons and nubbins and creases inside that my cock could feel as they caressed it.
After lunch she said that since I particularly enjoyed having her on top, she would show me a secret technique that her father had shown to her. She took me out to the garage and had me lie on a mattress on the floor under a basket that was hanging by a series of ropes from a pulley attached to a roof beam. [Note: The basket was made from a well-worn old blacksmith’s apron, the leather as soft as a glove. Someone had cut off the bib and sewn it to the legs and around to the sides, making a big sack or basket.]
When she sat in the basket it folded up around her so that she was doubled up with her head and feet up in the air and her sexy ass and pubic hair were sticking out the bottom through a hole in the bottom of the basket. She pulled on the dangling rope from the pulley and lifted herself up into the air and had me position myself under her. She let herself down until she impaled herself on my stiff rod. Then she slowly pulled the rope up and down so that her vagina slipped up and down on me. With the set of multiple pulleys she had to pull the rope a good foot to get an inch of movement on my prick. Boy that really felt good. She was in such an unusual position that she really clamped tight around my prick and at an angle a little off from vertical. After a while she began to jerk the rope faster. Having nothing better to do, I tried twirling the basket, a quarter turn at first and then more because that really increased the good feelings. Aunt Hagar liked it too and she stopped jerking the rope and let the basket sit just above my groin, not quite touching.
Then I spun the basket, first several turns to the right then a few more to the left. Aunt Hagar immediately had an orgasm and was purring like a kitten. I was on the verge of coming too so I increased the number of turns to five and let the twisting ropes stop the twirl and start it in the other direction. When the ropes twisted they also raised the basket almost an inch so I had an up and down motion too. All I had to do was add a little impetus to the basket to keep it going up to five full turns the other way. We both hit climaxes but kept going.
Then I just laid back and spun the basket. One continuous orgasm.
And spun the basket. Aunt Hagar was having one orgasm after another and I unloaded a huge load of sperm into her, but remained hard as a rock. Hagar howled or moaned or screamed, depending on whether the basket was rising slightly or dropping as the ropes twisted.
And spun the basket. She was crying for me to stop, but I couldn’t. I had never felt anything like this before or since that time. Every muscle in my body was electric, tense, on fire, and vibrating.
And spun the basket. My brain was fried, the only thing I wanted was one more spin. More cumming!!! Hagar has passed out.
I’m not sure that I would have ever stopped, but we were interrupted when Leah came home from school early and wondered what all the noise in the garage was about. She apparently watched us for a little while and then removed her clothes, came over to us and shook her mother and asked if she could join in doing what looked like fun. It took a while for her to wake up but then Aunt Hagar freaked. Her eleven year old daughter had just caught her naked and fucking the boy who was like a brother to her, and in a very bizarre (but wonderful) situation. Leah had laid down to see what was under the basket that her mother was in and reached under to grab my prick. Hagar yelled at her to stop that and to push the basket over and tip it so she could get out. She climbed out of the leather sack and shoved Leah back into the house, telling her that she wasn’t to tell her father what she saw just now and that she was too young to even talk about it. By this time I was completely limp so I put the basket and rope away and sneaked into the house, avoiding them, got dressed and stayed in my room.
Aunt Hagar told me the next day that I was never to discuss “that damn contraption” with Uncle Abraham and certainly nothing, about what we had done, with Leah. She said that she had explained enough to Leah to satisfy her curiosity and to have her keep it a secret.
This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) Conclusion

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