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A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.
He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.
He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.
After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.
The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.
I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.
I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.
I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.
It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.
I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”
I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.
He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.
“kajira, over here, now!”
He spoke harshly in a tone that defied refusal. I jumped up from where I was sitting drinking orange juice and eating a toasted English muffin with cream cheese, and almost ran to where he stood.
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck.
“Take off your robe, slut.”
My robe landed in a heap in the floor where I stood a few seconds later. I stood nude before him. I slept nude and until I showered I usually just wore my robe around the house.
Master clipped the leash to the lead ring on the collar and turned to open the door.
He led me into the backyard to where a huge Oak tree stood as a bastion its shade providing respite against the summer heat. On the way he stopped at the tool shed and brought out another collar and a length of chain and three padlocks of varying sizes.
At the tree, he ran the length of chain around the base and padlocked it with the biggest lock. Next he put the collar around my neck and padlocked it on with the smallest lock. The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock.
“On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree.
“I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”
“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly.
His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare ass.
“Bitch dogs can’t talk, they only whimper or bark. Your birthday soiree for today is cancelled, you need discipline.”
With that he turned and went back to the house. I was in deep trouble already so I didn’t dare get up off the ground. I couldn’t get loose from the tree anyway.
After a while Master brought the rest of my English muffin and cream cheese in one stainless steel dog dish, my OJ in another and some water in a third. He didn’t speak. He just set them down scratched the top of my head as if I truly were a dog and went back into the house.
Mid-afternoon, he brought me out a dish with some lunch in it. It was vegetable beef soup, so I had to lap it with my tongue. It was slow going, but I finally licked the bowl clean. I looked for my Master as I finished lapping the last of the soup from the bowl, hoping he had been watching, and was pleased and would end this punishment. Other than his early morning “boner reducer” before I got up I hadn’t been fucked at all and I was getting horny. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.
Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. I don’t know how long he had been standing on the back porch with Master, but both were tossing back a beer and judging from the amount of tilt necessary to the can as they drank, they had been standing there drinking for a while. I was immediately humiliated.
Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master approached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.
“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”
Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was saying.
“I have heard you can use limited doses of humiliation rather than corporal punishment to achieve the same end. The animal rights folks think it is a great idea, since you don’t have to inflict pain on the animal.”
“I have heard that, how does that work, do you know?” Master inquired, continuing the act the two were playing out.
“Something like this I have heard.” Bill offered, as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his flaccid cock. The first stream of urine hit me square in the forehead.
I dropped my head, feeling humiliated and disgusted. His urine continued in my hair and down my back until after what seemed an eternity, he must have emptied his bladder, for his stream stopped. While it was happening, I never felt so humiliated in all my life.
Here I was an attractive 23 year old a real hottie by all accounts, on my birthday, chained to a tree, naked, forced to act like a dog, and being pissed on by a man who was little more than a stranger to me. At the same time that I felt utterly disgusted and demeaned, I felt an excitation start in my cunt.
My interior cunt muscles began to ripple and the juices started to run, to the point I felt them trickle down the insides of my thighs. Don’t ask me to explain it would be impossible. Chalk it up to the complexities of the human mind. I was getting sexual excited from being pissed on. There was no denying it. The ripples in my cunt were the first signs of an impending orgasm. My nipples began to stiffen almost immediately.
Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my urine soaked hair he forced his crotch into my face. Guiding his still flaccid cock across my lips, I dutifully opened my mouth and took his cock inside.
As I began to suck his flaccid member to life, knowing a good fucking was about to ensue, and needing it badly, I diligently sucked the awakening fuckstick. I felt Bill flex his muscles and the last squirt of his urine exited his cock and into my mouth and throat.
As I swallowed his golden stream, I felt the orgasm begin in my cunt and spread its delightful warmth throughout my crotch and belly. I was totally debased and feeling completely humiliated, at this point, yet I was having an orgasm for it.
What was wrong with me? Here I was, collared naked in the yard, being pissed on by a strange man and having an orgasm when he pissed in my mouth. I know I am a slut, and I love it. I know I am a whore and will take on all cummers if my Master requires it, but even this surprised me.
I sucked Bill to a raging hardon, and he used my cunt until he unloaded the contents of his balls. I dutifully sucked his cock clean, and he rejoined Master on the porch.
I was exhausted. I lay in the soft lush grass, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon sun.
I was awakened when Master came out and rubbed mosquito repellant all over my body. There was West Nile virus in the mosquito population and the sun was moving toward setting and the mosquitoes would be seeking a blood meal soon, so I was appreciative of this caring gesture, not to mention his hands roaming all over my naked body. I was a good three to four fucks behind my daily average, and I was horny as hell. It was my birthday for crimminy’s sake. I should be getting the royal fucking I was expecting and not this bitch dog treatment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at Master. It was, after all, my undisciplined attitude that had gotten me here.
As he applied the Deet-based repellant, I heard noise coming from the direction of the porch. Looking that direction, I see several people on the back porch watching.
Master returned to the porch and the group assembled there are partying and having a good time drinking beer and throwing catcalls my way every so often. Master had left me a bowl of food. But I wouldn’t reduce myself to eat from the bowl in the presence of these strangers and acquaintances.
Full darkness descended before long and the revelry on the porch continued. I was feeling a bit upset that here it was my birthday and everyone but me was partying. Then the partygoers decided to include me.
One-by-one, they drifted out to where I was secured in the yard. I was fucked repeatedly. At one point there were more than one out with me, and no one waited. Each found a hole to fuck, even if the preferred hole was occupied. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too.
Any cock that appeared in that end came around to the front to use my mouth. I guess they all knew I had to suck clean all the cocks that fucked me. Even the ones who fucked my ass.
I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks.
My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadn’t touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls.
A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her.
I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress orgasm overtook her.
“Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big black cock.”
I wasn’t aware the noises had stopped until Mistress set a small footstool down in front of me and sat down.
She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again.
“Lick my cunt clean, bitch.”
I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Master’s and the black man’s cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful. Mistress enjoyed my efforts as much as I enjoyed performing them. She commended me after I got her off with my mouth.
“You suck pussy as good as you suck cock bitch. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”
I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm stream enter my mouth and the slightly salty taste and I gulped it down, as the biggest orgasm I had ever had ripped through my own belly. I gulped and gulped not wanting to lose a single drop. I was a committed urolagnist now and would gladly drink from the fount of man, woman or beast, for the tremendous orgasm it would give me.
Master released the dogs after our guests left. They all took turns repeatedly mounting and fucking Master’s newest bitch. Dawn was streaking on the horizon when the last one dismounted and came around to my head for his clean up blowjob. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had.
Master came out mid-morning and released me. The boys had all started mounting and fucking me again, earlier in the morning, and all had had me at least once. Duke, the Alpha male German Shepherd was pounding away at my cunt for the third time this morning when Master unlocked the chain from my collar.
“When the boys are through using you, you may return to the house.”
No longer a dog-bitch-in-training I replied, “Thank you Sir.”
I learned from that day and I have never talked ‘pissy’ to Master since. All-in-all it was a pretty good birthday though I didn’t think so at the time. Though it started out slowly, I was probably fucked more than my daily average and I was taken to a new level of submission and I learned a new depravity that I found pleasurable.
Thank you Master for loving me. I love you for your knowledge and wisdom.

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Fantasm

Mom the Slut

My mom had been depressed since dad left. For months she didn’t leave the house, and just sat around, drinking. Some days, I’d come home and she’d be sprawled out half naked on the floor of our living room, beside an empty bottle of vodka. I’d always pick her up, and dump her in her bed. After that happened about 3 times in a row, I found myself actually eager to lift her and bring her to bed. She was never naked. Each time she was wearing run of the mill white panties and a white bra… Holy god, she has big tits. They were covered in stretch marks and bulged out of her bra as they wobbled on her side. I could see the tag on her bra: 34 E. Her ass was round and a little fat. Big wide hips and big wide legs. But she wasn’t fat. I mean, for a woman of 55, she looked great. She had a bit of a belly, but it was still really hot. I could tell she shaved or trimmed her pussy and ass, but could see a dark patch of hair through her panties. It even bulged out a bit.
So, I had a bit of a hard on for my mom. But I knew nothing would happen. At least that’s what I thought.
One of my moms friends from work, when she finally started working again, part time, invited her out a few times to bars, to meet men. But a woman in her 50’s doesn’t usually have the greatest luck picking up. But alas, she’d drink. And she fell into a deeper depression. I’d see her come home time and time again, drunk as hell, and alone. I felt bad.
Then one night, it seemed my mom wasn’t gonna come home at all. It was 3am, and there hadn’t been any sign of her. I was happy. I figured she’d met someone. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking of what this person might be doing to my sexy, big titted, jiggly assed mom… And then I heard the door. House keys fell to the floor, and…one pair of shoes kicked off. Then just stumbling, and mumbling. My mom was wasted again.
“I just wanna good fuck…” I heard her mumble in the hall, and then she fell sideways into a wall. “I just want a use for this wet pussy…”
This turned me on a hell of a lot. And then…the door to my bedroom opened. I lay still, as if asleep, and my mom approached. It was dark enough that I could open my eyes a bit without being noticed. She was wearing a tank top over her massive tits, which were encased in that big white bra of hers. And she was wearing a skirt.
She came up to my bed, not even TRYING to be quiet, and pulled up her skirt, revealing a white, silk thong. She was so unbelievably wasted, she had no idea what was going on. She straddled me, and shuffled on her knees until she was over my face. I could smell her pussy. She pulled her thong to the side, and I could see her hot red pussy lips, dangling between thatches of short brown cunt hair. And that’s when the magic happened.
My mom started grinding her pussy, up and down, from the bottom of my chin, to the top of my forehead. Smooth, but pressured moves. Her hole was spewing juice like no pussy I’d ever known. My face was soaked. And she was moaning.
Then, without much warning at all, my mom said, “I have to piss, but I’m so hoooornyyyy…”
And, as she continued to slide her soaking wet pussy across my face, she began to piss. And she was full of it, from drinking all night. She moaned, and slid her hot cunt over my face, and pissed for 30seconds easily, drenching my entire head, my sheets, and my pillows.
I figured that was enough incentive to take action. As she thrust her pussy forward, to my forehead, I moved my left hand into her spread open ass. All of her juices, and piss had already lubricated it really well. She felt it, and paused her pendulum motion as I forced 4 fingers into her asshole. She moaned and whimpered, and resumed her back and forth motion, now leaning harder and harder onto my fist. As my knuckles found their way into her jiggling ass, she gasped, and sat down really hard on it. Piss sprayed out of her pussy in pulsating spurts, and orgasmic tears and sweat, ran down her face. With my hand still up her ass, I leaned her back a bit on my chest, took my other hand, and forced 4 fingers into her pussy. She screamed with pleasure. Her tits flopped out of her bra as she lifted her shirt, while she rode my hands, and as I basically punched her holes, making her cum repeatedly. I love her tits. They’re so big, and the stretch marks…oh god. Her nipples are about the size of CD’s, and the tips stick out like crazy. You can see them through a coat. Both of my hands were fully inside of my mom. I couldn’t believe how loose she was. And she started to squeeze her tits…HARD. She squeezed and squeezed, and moaned and kept cumming…veins popped out all over her tits, and milk started spraying from her nipples. I couldn’t believe it! So now I was covered in pussy cum, piss, and titty milk. My cock was rock hard.
But my mom came again, rolled over on her side in a puddle of her own piss and milk, and passed out. I nudged her…a few times. But nothing.
So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had to piss now, too. So I decided to return the sexual favour to my mom in a different way. I forced my semi-hard cock into her gaping, hot, pussy, as faaaaar as I could, and took a great big piss. Barely any of it poured out. It was all inside of her. I rolled her onto her stomach, and her tits spread out on each side of her. The nipple on her left tit faced outward, and her weight on her tits made it spontaneously spray a long thin stream of milk for more than half a minute. Spreading her round, ripply ass cheeks, I stared at her red, stretched out asshole, and got my cock nice and hard by rubbing the tip of it around her rim. As I firmly shoved my cock into my mom’s ass, all of the piss in her pussy came belching out in oily, yellow spurts. I fucked her even more aggressively. And she still didn’t wake up. I came in her ass about 6 times over the night, as she lay in our slop, completely unaware. I took a break, and lay on my back, beside her, thinking of the greatness of the night.
Her body shifted and I saw her chubby belly constrict a bit, and knew what was gonna happen. All of my ass fucking her had built up big pockets of air in her colon, and she had to fart. As I heard it start, I dove my face between her white, bouncy butt cheeks. It was amazing. Her asshole puckered outwards and a spray, followed by a thick stream, followed by thick wads of my cum blasted, and poured out, covering my face, and filling my mouth. All I could smell was my jizz, and her ass juices as I drowned in it. Every now and then, for the rest of the night, my mom would let out a fart with just a bit more jizz in it.
I decided it was time to pass out myself, and positioned my mom on top of me in a 69 position, so I could catch any more anal cum, or piss, if she had to go again. And to smell her hot pussy. I held her tits in my hands at my side, and put my cock against her face.
When we woke up, she was really hung over, but thought nothing of our adventure. I’m sure it was much of a blur to her, but she still woke up and never freaked out. The room reeked of sour piss and cock, pussy, and anal cum. As she stood up off the bed, she wobbled a bit and then regained her balance. My mom, obviously not concerned at all, forced out a big, ass-rippling fart, and even MORE cum streamed out of her asshole, and down her legs. As she wandered out of my bedroom, she pissed as she walked. A hard, heavy, hot stream of mother piss, all over my floor. She let out a satisfied sigh, and walked out my bedroom door.
And well…we get drunk together now. And when my mom wants to rub her hot, sweaty cunt on my face, her moist pubes caressing my face, piss, spraying out of her…she does it. And these days, she ASKS me to piss in her. And her ass and pussy can’t get enough of my cum. I told her about farting my cum out of her ass, and she thought it was hot. Now my mom always does it on purpose, either on all fours, or standing up, as I kneel down under her gaping ass, and suck every drop of the anal slop out.
THE END
PT 2.
The very next day was Sunday. My mom had spent most of Saturday sleeping as she was exceptionally hung over and admittedly sore from my aggressive fisting. I’d been horny all day and all night. I’d been yanking at my cock and even using the pump on it constantly; however, I never let myself cum…I wanted it to build up in my balls and save it for my mom.
I woke up and headed for a shower. I hopped in, and immediately my cock was clutched tightly in my hand. My horniness had not subsided. I washed up…and heard the bathroom door open and close. Mommy.
“Good morning,” she said softly.
I didn’t even have a chance to respond as she swept aside the shower curtain. Standing before me was again the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. It just happened to be my mom. She was fully nude. Her tits hung perfectly on her chest, big blue veins popping out around her nipples. My eyes dropped to her pussy. She’d shaved it completely smooth and her cunt lips dangled visibly and beautifully between her legs. As she stepped into the shower with me, her tits jiggled and swayed. That alone gave me a full hard-on.
Mom didn’t waste much time. After shoving her tongue down my throat for half a minute, she grabbed my hard cock, slid down to her knees, opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and swallowed both my cock and balls down her throat at the same time. She gargled my shaved balls for a bit. At one point she gagged with both cock and balls in her mouth, and heaved a small bucketful of slimy spit and pre-cum out of her throat and all over my crotch and legs.
“Want to try something new?” she asked, “I need you to do something to me.”
I was happy to oblige.
Mom reached out of the shower, opened a cupboard, and pulled out a case. Inside was a gigantic hot water bottle, a lot of tubing, and nozzle attachments ranging from pencil-thin, to the size of beer bottles. My mom wanted me to give her an enema.
“I’m feeling all dirty, baby. I want you to clean me out then fuck me silly.” I was so horny I was shaking. She picked up the smallest nozzle. “This is much to small for me these days. Back in my tight asshole college days it would have worked, but my filthy ass is all loose and sloppy in my 50’s.” She skipped right over the two mid-sized nozzles with a shrug and went right to the big one. It was as wide as a beer bottle, but tapered off on each end. She attached it to the tubing. “We just have to fill it, now,” said mom, with a mischievous grin.
Grabbing the hot water bottle, she positioned it against her pussy, looked up at me, and smiled. Seconds later, she was unloading an uncanny amount of piss into it, filling it half way.
“Now you,” she said, and passed me the bottle. I shoved my cock in the end and released my own big long piss. The bottle was full.
“Take the nozzle and shove it in my ass, sweetie.” I leaned over, spat a wad on her waiting asshole and used three of my fingers to push it in a couple inches. My mother moaned lightly, and passed me a bottle of lube. I jammed the end of it right into her ass and squeezed. I emptied half the bottle into her loose ass and tossed it aside. I took the nozzle in one hand and pressed it aggressively against her hole.
“Owww!!!” she moaned, painfully. I apologized but she told me to keep going. “Force it in there, baby. Shove that big fucker as deep as you can into my slutty asshole!”
That’s just what I did. It passed the ring of her asshole and the 8inch nozzle was swallowed by her colon. “Mmmmm…oh god, yes,” she groaned. “Now gimme that fucking piss. Fill your mom up with 3litres of piss, baby!” I was so horny, I thought I’d lose it. I attached the tube to the bottle as my mom got down on her hands and knees just outside of the tub. “I want it now, sweetie. Sooo bad.”
I was feeling aggressive again…I don’t know what it was, but my mom was just so slutty in nature, I felt like abusing her holes and defiling every inch of her without remorse. It turns out that’s exactly what she wanted all along. So, I took the bottle of piss, held it between both my hands, and squeezed it as hard as I could. My mother gasped and panted as the piss flooded her asshole, filled her colon, and gushed passed her sphincter. I could see her belly becoming distended from the sheer volume of piss stretching out her insides.
With her ass in the air, she remained positioned on the floor, panting and moaning as the last of the piss was out of the bottle. I reached down to her upturned, pink asshole, forced a few fingers in and pulled the nozzle out. A tiny bit of piss spurt out and leaked down over her pussy. My mom reached around and violently finger fucked her asshole and it caused her to piss on the floor.
“It’s time, baby. I’m gonna give you a filthy gift from my ass. Ooohh, you’re gonna love it. Lie down.”
I lay down on the floor and my mom positioned herself in a 69 position, with her pussy and ass in my face. “Here it comes, baby,” she moaned as I saw her asshole pucker and push outward. The flow started and she started sucking my cock. Great blasts of our combined piss gushed out of her asshole and all over my face. It was slimy and oily from all of her hot anal juices that had mixed in. I would have gladly taken anything coming out of my mom’s ass all over my face, but it was mostly just a mucousy slop that smelled of ass cum and piss. I found out later that this was due to my mother not having eaten in 3 days and having flushed her ass out once already.
“Drink it down, baby. Oh, god, we’re so fucking dirty. We’re so fucking filthy. Oh, baby…drink down your mommy’s enema. Swallow all the ass piss. I did the best I could. The whole ordeal lasted over 15mins as more and more long streams of fluid kept blasting from her anus. Occasionally, I’d shove my face into her old nasty, gaping cunt and lap up some of her sweet juices.
When she was finally done, she was panting in exhaustion and rolled over onto her back on the bathroom floor. She lay in a pool of slimy enema water that covered the bathroom floor. She was covered in sweat. Her giant tits slid to each side of her, and she fondled and played with them absentmindedly, tugging at her massive nipples.
“Oh baby, that felt so good. Your mommy feels all cleaned out. I think it’s time you fill me back up and make me a dirty girl again…” At that, she slid over to the same cupboard the enema kit was in, opened it, and pulled out a huge box. She brought it over to me and removed the lid. Inside were a variety of giant dildos.
“Wanna stretch out your mother’s pussy and asshole some more, sweetheart? I wanna feel inside out. I want you to force these in until my holes never tighten up again.”
She was obviously so horny she was out of control. She was breathing deeply, squeezing her left boob and fingering her pussy. A tiny, slow stream of milk began to flow out of her thick nipple. And then she dove her face into my crotch and again swallowed both cock and balls at once, again causing her to gag and puke up wads of spit out of her nose and mouth and all over me. She pulled her head away, flipped back onto her back, and put her legs behind her head.
“Do it to me. Fuck me with your hands, and fill me with huge dildos. Your mommy wants her son to do sick and perverted things to her.”
First, I took my hands and spread her pussy open as wide as I possible could, shoving my fingers into her hole to help pry it open. My god, was it fucking loose. I had it gaping in only a few seconds. When it was ready, I slid my fingers and thumb easily in to her pussy, past my wrist and started to fist fuck her. She was out of control. Her first orgasm came within a minute as I violently forced my hands, one at a time, deep into her cunt.
“That’s it, baby! Punch your mommy’s filthy cunt! Oh, yes! Yes!!” she screamed, piss shooting from her pussy every time a hand was pulled out.
I became excited and without removing my right hand from her gaping pink hole, forced my left hand in beside it, and all the way into her nasty wetness.
“FUUUUUUUUCCCKK!!!!” she screamed wildly, half in pain, half in unbearable ecstasy. I forced my fists around inside her cunt until it was just a big, sloppy mess of wet, loose skin. I quickly removed both fists causing my mom to piss a huge stream across the floor.
I immediately went for the box of dildos. I was going to go for a mammoth black one the width of pickle jar, but had an idea, and went for one slightly smaller than my own cock. I spread my mothers legs to the ground, spread her pussy with one hand, and approached it with the other holding the dildo. Rather than put it into the stretched out mess I’d just been fisting, I brought it tip-first to her active piss-hole. She was still pissing so I wasted no time and began to force it in.
“OH MY GOOOOOD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!” my mother screamed in alarm and excitement. I told her to hold still and kept ramming the dildo against her pee-hole. “Baby! Oh my god, you’re gonna tear my piss-hole apart!! Oowwww!!” she continued. I didn’t stop. And nothing was torn. Apparently her urethra was fully loose enough for this kind of punishment, because moments later, the dildo slid further and then even further into it. My mom continued to scream, but they were joined noticeably by passionate moans. “Fuck my piss-hole, you dirty boy! Fuck your mother’s piss-hole with that big dildo!”
I shoved it in and pulled it out. My mother convulsed on the bathroom floor in an endless orgasm, squeezing her tits so those gorgeous veins popped out again, and the milk started to really flow. I stabbed her red and engorged pee-hole with the dildo and eventually pulled it out. Sliding my index finger into the newly stretched out hole, feeling the hot piss spill out past my hand and pour all over the ground, I had an idea for later.
“That was fucking amazi-“ she didn’t even have a chance to finish. I already had the mammoth black toy out and rammed it into her pussy hole. It was astounding how far I could get the 15inch dong in. It was wide like a jar, but slid in and around my mom’s dirty cunt with ease.
“One in my ass!!” grunted my mom, barely able to catch her breath.
I put my hand into the box and came out with an inflatable butt plug. Without removing the giant black one, I pushed the plug into her asshole. She squealed. I grasped the pump for the butt plug and really gave it some steam. As the toy inflated inside my mother’s freshly flushed out ass, her eyes grew wider and wider. Eventually, there was so little space inside her I could easily see the dildo in her cunt pushing her stomach out on every thrust. This fuckfest was rearranging her insides and she didn’t care at all. She was, in fact, loving it.
I could tell she’d basically been cumming this entire time. Her leg muscles were quivering, along with her voice, and she was pouring sweat.
I ripped the dildo and butt plug from her insides. Her pussy sloshed and slapped closed wetly. I’d forgotten to deflate the buttplug but it came out easily. My god!! It was inflated to the size of a cantaloupe! So fucking hot. And I’d obviously done a lot of damage. Right as I yanked the plug out, it was revealed to me that my mother’s asshole had prolapsed. The inside of her ass…was now on the outside of her body, red, sloppy, and wet. She pushed and it moved out further; I moved in and started to suck it like a stubby cock. Fuck. I was swallowing the inside of my mom’s ass! I rubbed my face all over it, licking at it, and shoving fingers into the big red donut of the prolapse.
“I fucking need you now, baby. I need your cock. I need your cum!” she exhaled at me.
I grabbed my cock, hovered over her face and shoved it down her throat. With every thrust, the back of her head bounced against the bathroom tiles and she moaned in garbled, drowning, choking grunts. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and decided to go with the plan I’d come up with a little earlier. Positioning myself between her legs, my cock as hard as rock, leaking pre-cum in thick streams that reached the floor, I spread her sloppy pussy lips apart again. She knew exactly what I had in mind. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her swollen, large clit for a moment then pressed it against her piss-hole.
“Do it, baby! Fuck your mother’s piss-hole!! Shove your solid hot cock into my tight pussy piss-hole!”
With a hard shove, I quickly pushed my veiny cock as deep as I could into her. Her pee-hole stretched to accommodate my size and she sighed happily. My mom’s hole pulled my cock deeper in. Then I was pumping her; and hard. With every deep thrust she squealed. Tears poured from her eyes. I grabbed her tits, leaning into them, and continued to fuck her piss-hole violently. I pulled out for a second and a hard stream of piss came gushing out. Before she was done, I crammed my cock back in and stopped the flow. She groaned deeply in reaction to the extreme pressure created by her piss being forced back in by my dick.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. I moaned that I was going to cum.
“Gimme all your cum, sweetie! Give your slut of a mom all of your cum, deep inside my pee-hole. I want it now!!”
It happened. I was cumming extremely hard. Her piss-hole was so tight it really sucked at my horny cock. From days of jacking off without actually cumming, and all the cock and ball pumping I’d been doing, I had a LOT of jizz to fill her with. And I mean a LOT. Again her eyes widened to the extreme, tears still pouring out of them.
“I’m fucking cumming, baby!! I’m fucking cuuuuuummminnnnnggg!!” she yelled, leaving herself almost breathless, my hot, sticky jizz filling her messy urethra.
As I pulled out, piss started to trickle out of her pussy and I leaned over to drink it out of her. Mixed into the little bit of piss were gallons of my hot, bubbling cum. She pushed and showered my lips and tongue with piss and jizz. I stood up, hovered over her once more and shook the rest of my cum from my cock into her greedy slut mouth. She slurped it up in a frenzy. My mom’s hand slid down to her pussy and teased more of my cum from her piss-hole, actually covering her hand, raising it to her mouth, and eating it.
This was the most intense and filthy experience I’d ever had with anyone. My mother and I did even crazier things as days went on. The bathroom was nasty with our piss and cum, spit and titty milk. My mother licked a lot of it off of the floor. We couldn’t get enough. We didn’t even talk about what we were doing, we just DID it. We loved our disgusting mother and son sex.

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Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

True Story

Freshman Slut

3:30 rolled around, and the campus of Preston Senior High School filled with the sound of a ringing bell, and then an inundation of kids into the schools back parking lot. A warm Friday in the month of May, a slight breeze blew through lot, tossing trash amongst the cars, and sweeping the hair back of the students who were turned just right. One student in particular was forced to hold his hat on his head, before spinning the bill backwards to keep the wind from catching it again. The fair haired boy stood against the brick wall, his trig book held lackadaisically in his hand. As people walked by him, some stopped to talk, others yelled out “JOHNNY,” with a wave of the hand, or passed by and called him a faggot, in which he replied with bitch, and both laughed loudly. He looked off into the parking lot, sighing aggravated as a push came from behind him, causing him to stumble forward to regain his balance.
The boy who pushed him laughed, helping him up, and recoiling as Johnny punched him in the chest. Dustin recoiled, laughing again as the two grabbed hands, and bumped fists. The two had known each other since middle school, when Johnny moved to town. Both were football players and in their junior year of high school, the 16 year olds were the best of friends.
“So we still set for tonight,” Dustin asked, walking with his fingers hooked to the drawstring bag on his back.
“Yea man talked with Emily today, she’s good to go,” Johnny replied with a mischievous smile, unlocking the doors to his car. Both got in, Dustin recoiling a bit as the smell of stale french-fries his him in the nose, matched with something else that smelled vaguely like piss. Dustin didn’t have a car though so he wasn’t going to complain.
“So what did she have to say to her Mom to let her come,” Dustin asked, looking at his phone.
“Nothing, she’s on some business trip…plus she only thinks were watching a movie,” Johnny replied, both laughing again loudly as Johnny sped out of the parking lot. Rap music rocked the car as they rolled down the curvy roads, only a short drive before they pulled into Johnny’s drive way. They both jumped out of the car, moving up the walk way to the small house. Johnny opened up the door to the empty house, and both walked in, a musty smell obvious to neither of them from both being so familiar with the place. Both moved through the doorway of the empty house, Dustin asking where everyone was. “Dad’s working night shift, so he left Tommy with my grandma,” Johnny replied. Tommy was Johnnies 4 year old brother, both of who had suffered greatly with the accidental death of their mother the year before.
The two moved to Johnnie’s room, Dustin tossing his bag on the dusty wooden floor and flopping on the bed, and Johnny moving to his bathroom, unzipping his shorts and filling the formerly silent rooms with the sound of him peeing, not even bothering to shut the door.
“Dude,” Johnny said, causing Dustin to look up to Johnny with his back turned to him in the bathroom, but stripping out of his clothes. “Order some pizza real fast; Emily said she’ll be here about 5.”
“Gotcha Man,” he said rolling off the unmade bed and waking into the kitchen to get the phone book. He called the number and ordered three pizzas, then checking the fridge for beer, and the liquor cabinet, smiling at both.
A half hour later the pizza arrived at the house, to be received by the two, both of whom had showered and changed, Dustin having to wear some of Johnnies clothes, forgetting his own. Being a few inches taller, and a little broader in the shoulders, the shirt was stretched tight to Dustin’s broad muscular frame.
The house smelt of pizza, and Hollister cologne when the doorbell rang for a second time that night. Dustin was in the bathroom when Emily entered the house, welcomed in by Johnny. Living only a few minutes down the road, she’d simply just walked, and being a freshman, her only viable mode of transportation. Her thin frame was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, cutting off just above her knees. Johnny looked her over, bottom to top, stopping at little longer than he probably should have at the small bit of cleavage exposed from the dresses v-line. Dustin walked out of the bathroom, his charismatic, sweet smile brightening the room. Emily was obviously surprised, thinking it was only going to be her and Johnny watching the movie, but she recovered well and said hello.
Within a few minutes they all had pizza, and a glass of coke, and were set down in front of the television, with a movie in. Johnny and Emily were setting on a couch together, and Dustin on the chair next to them. The movie progressed, and as a sex scene came on, Emily excused herself, blushing as she walked to the bathroom. The boys tried to suppress their laughter as they watched her leave. “You ready man,” Johnny said quietly, Dustin nodding with that same smile. Dustin jumped up and ran to the fridge, grabbing three beers. He tossed two to Johnny, both opening one of their own, as a Dustin sat on the couch, forcing Emily to sit between them when she came back. They offered her the beer, and she took it reluctantly, the three clanking their bottles when she accepted. As the beer flowed, they all loosened up, especially Emily though who began laughing at everything either of the two said. Johnny leaned over to put the bottle on the table, brushing again Emily. She giggled as he touched her side, pulling back.
“What’s the matter Emily, ticklish,” he asked laughing, and grabbing at her side again. She screamed, laughing harder now and jumping back, into Dustin’s lap. He joined in, holding onto her, and tickling as well. She squirmed wildly, as she was attacked from the front and the back, all three laughing intensely.
Johnny stopped suddenly, pressing his lips to hers as she still sat in Dustin’s lap. She sat shocked as his tongue infiltrated her mouth, his hand holding her head. Her reluctance dissipated, and she started kissing back. She jumped as she felt a pair of hands reach around from behind, settling on her breasts, Dustin’s mouth kissing on her neck, as he squeezed the large breasts that accentuated her thin frame. She felt a bulge growing against her, nestled in Dustin’s lap, and another from Johnny, pressed against her. Johnny’s hand slipped up under her dress, rubbing her pussy through her underwear. A moan escaped from her lips as Johnny stood, pointing to the bedroom. Immediately, Emily rose, walking quickly to the bedroom. Dustin stood up, a smile across his face, and a growing bulge in his shorts. The boys bumped fists and then followed her into Johnny’s bedroom.
Emily sat nervously on the bed as the two entered, causing Johnny to smile devilishly. “Get the fuck over here,” he said, pointing to his crotch. Emily jumped at his rough voice, couples with Dustin’s laughing. She moved and kneeled at his feet, nervous about what to do next, hands slowly shaking as she moved to his belt. She undid the buckle, and then the button, moving to unzip before he stopped her. “Uh uh, teeth,” he said grinning. She moved her head, dangerously close to his crotch now as she gently grabbed the zipper with her teeth, pulling it down slowly, the bulge from his boxers popping out and hitting her in the eye. Johnny pulled his shirt over his head and stood now in only his tenting boxers, Dustin stepping next to him dressed the same, having undressed while the show had been going on. Nervously, she rubbed Johnny’s bulge, the heat from his member, warm against her hand. Dustin grabbed her head and pulled it into his crotch, “Lick,” he said, flexing his shaft against her lips. Reluctantly, she parted her lips, licking the throbbing member, a wet spot forming where the head was. She looked up at him as she licked, eyes looking over his slightly formed abs, a dark treasure trail pointing skyward. His dark, nickel sized nipples contrasted with his creamy skin, as well as with her tanned body. Johnny’s body was a bit different than Dustin’s, paler for one, with shaggy blonde hair to Dustin’s short, dusty brown hair. His torso, while not as well defined, was just as solid, with an obvious v-line leading down below his boxers.
“Take em off,” Dustin said seductively, correcting her when she tried to use her hands, and telling her to use her teeth. She used her teeth, pulling down slowly, eyes closed, feeling something very warm hit her face as she pulled down far enough. She opened her eyes slowly, eyes widening to their extremity. Dustin’s semi erect cock was sticking out, but still pointed down, only inches away from her face. The slightly pulsating dick was shaved, and slightly darker than the rest of his skin. Just over 7 inches, the still hardening cock was about as big as a half dollar, and as she would soon find out, almost too big to get her hand around. Dustin’s balls hung even lower than his drooping cock, the size of large eggs, and hairless as well. Emily gazed as if hypnotized before a smack across her face brought her back into realization. Dustin was holding his cock, and smacked her again with it, both the boys laughing as Dustin dove on the bed, landing on his back, hands behind his head, cock lying on his stomach, dribbling precum.
Not realizing what was happening, Emily fell backwards as her dress was pulled off of her. The boys again laughed, Johnny standing over her, her dress in his hand. She could see his dick through the bottom of his boxers, which he then took off and dropped on her face. She removed them to find the boys sitting next to each other on the bed, bare ass naked, and obviously waiting on her. She climbed between them, deciding which to choose first. Johnny’s cock, unlike Dustin’s, was much thinner, and already at a rock hard 7.5 inches. Emily slid between Johnny’s legs, grabbing his cock nervously she licked the head, sending a shiver through his body. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, the veins popping out against her hand, and began bobbing her head up and down, the sound of slurping and spitting filling the room. Dustin grabbed her hips, picking them up and bringing them towards himself. Emily tried to pull her head off, but Johnny held her on, actually pushing her down and gagging her a bit. Dustin rested her on his lap, spread across both of them, her ass facing up.
Dustin jammed two of his thick fingers into her pussy, burying them to the knuckle while she squirmed and moaned around Johnny’s cock. He pulled out his fingers, and popped them in his mouth, sucking her juices off his fingers. Dustin flipped over on his back, lifting up Emily’s hips and setting her back down on his face. He flicked his tongue at her clit, holding her squirming ass with his hands. He buried his tongue in her folds, sucking her juices out of her.
Johnny grabbed Emily’s head and began pushing her head up and down on his cock. With a smirk he pushed her head all the way down on his cock, laughing as she panicked, gagging around his dick. As she tried to pull off he held her on, “You like that don’t you slut,” he laughed. Dustin held onto her hips to keep her from moving, pressing her cunt into his face. Johnny finally let her up, coughing and spitting causing both the boys to laugh, tears welling in her eyes.
Dustin slid out from under her, his thick cock now standing straight out at 8.5 inches. He pulled her ass up in the air, and as he got on his knees behind her, he slapped his cock against her ass, making a loud popping sound. Johnny got on his knees as well, pulling her head up, rubbing his spit covered cock across her face. She pulled her head back, eyes snapped shut, only to be pulled back as he grabbed her hair, pushing it in his balls. “Suck em bitch,” he laughed as he tongue out stretched and lapped at his tight balls. Dustin looked at Johnny and gave him a wink, before looking down at his target, grabbing his cock by the base, he rubbed the head across her pussy lips before shoving his dick inside her with one thrust. She screamed out as Dustin impaled her, almost collapsing. Johnny grabbed her head and thrust his cock down her throat, muffling her cries as she gagged on his dick. Dustin moaned as her tight cunt squeezed around his cock, slowly pulling his throbbing member out of her until only the head was in. He thrust in again, pushing her forward. As she was pushed forward, Johnny’s cock was shoved deeper into her throat, causing her mouth to bite on Johnny’s cock. He winced, smacking her in the face. “Watch the teeth,” he hissed. Dustin laughed picking up speed, the room echoing with the sound of his balls slapping against her as he grabbed her hips, pumping into her tight pussy. As Dustin began fucking, so did Johnny, and the two were fucking Emily senseless, Johnny holding onto her hair, and Dustin her hips.
As Dustin kept thrusting though, Emily couldn’t keep her teeth back, and after about the fourth bite, Johnny pulled his cock out of her mouth, obviously pissed. “Get out of my house,” he said, pointing to the door.
“Dude she ain’t going fucking nowhere till I’m finished,” Dustin said, still pounding her pussy.
“I’m not gonna have my dick bit off just so you can bust a nut,” Johnny said still pointing at the door.
“Then don’t fuck her mouth,” he said, flipping over without pulling out so he was now laying on his back she sitting on top. He grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, “Hop on,” he laughed. Emily objected, trying viciously to pull off him, but Dustin held on laughing as he pushed her down on his cock even more. Seeing how much she objected, Johnny smiled and hopped around back, eyeing her tight pink hole that was clenched tight. He spit into her ass crack, his cock already wet with Emily’s spit from her mouth. He rubbed his wet dick up and down her crack, her objections only making him harder. Dustin pulled her head down and kissed her heavily on the mouth, his tongue stopping her speech. As he did, Johnny, knowing there was no easy way to do this, pressed his cock into her ass, holding her down as she struggled against the two of them. Johnny moaned as her ass clenched around his cock, feeling as if it would almost cut off blood flow as tight as she was. Tears flowed down Emily’s cheeks as it felt like a hot iron was sliding into her butt. Johnny slid until he was all the way in, gasping at how tight she was around him. Johnny slowly slid out, feeling it move against Dustin’s cock through the thin membrane. Dustin didn’t seem to notice as he still was viciously kissing the teary eyed girl. Slowly but rhythmically Johnny began pumping into her ass, his balls slapping against her ass. Dustin too began thrusting in and out now, leaving Emily moaning in pain and pleasure as these two cocks hammered into her. Johnny grabbed her nipples as he began to fuck her harder and faster, rubbing her and squeezing her perky tits. He pushed her ass cheeks apart as he watched his cock hammer in and out. He groaned as he picked up speed, finally slamming all the way in and holding his cock there as he shot his load up her ass. He groaned as his shot five, six, seven ropes of cum into her ass hole. Johnny rolled off laying on his back, panting, covered in sweat.
Dustin flipped her over, now laying her on her back, and began pounding into her. He leaned in sucking on a nipple as his cock kept plowing her cunt. He sucked, even nibbled a little, simultaneously fucking her as hard and fast as possible. He jack hammered into her grunting as he quickly pulled out and began jacking off his cock at light speed. He groaned loudly as his cock erupted. His first rope landed in her hair, the second hitting her in the eye, the third and fourth on her face, fifth and sixth on her lips and the last the three on her nipples. He panted crawling over to bring his cock to her face. “Clean it off,” he gasped, grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing it on his cock, laughing at the face she made when her tongue tasted the mixture of cum and pussy juice.
Johnny had already gotten up, and discreetly kicked her panties under the bed, saving a little souvenir. “Alright you gotta go, my dad will be home soon,” he lied, arms folded as she got off the bed. She looked for her panties. but couldn’t find them, but do to the boys hurrying her out was forced to just throw on her short dress as she was pushed to the front door. She slipped her shoes on and was out the door, the boys watching, still naked but not caring. They watched as the girl, with obvious sex hair, stepped down the side walk, and as an obvious drop of cum fell from under her dress onto the side walk. They both busted out laughing as the cum dripping whore walked home red faced, the two high fiving before shutting the door.

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Daddies Girls part 2

Part 2 Daddies Girls
Sara and I walk to the shower in ensuite of my bedroom. I could not believe that this beautiful young woman, my daughter, had wanted to make love to me. Her body was nicely proportioned, the curves in her body, and her tight ass seem so enticing to watch. Her blond hair cascading down her back and her breasts were not too small, but not too large, as I said, a mouthful, not a waste.
Sara walked into the stall and I follow right behind her. She turned around and looked into my eyes and I knew that she would never be satisfied with a parent child relationship. Sara reached behind me and turned the water on. I didn’t notice the water spraying across my hair or my shoulder, as all I could see was Sara.
I looked into Sara’s eyes and held her close as she looked at me. I lowered my mouth to hers, capturing her mouth with mine. I let my lips caress each of her lips and when invited by her tongue, I let mine slip between her lips to dance with hers. I could feel my cock rising to this delicate kiss. I could feel how it pressed its way upwards, to be between our bodies. As I kissed Sara more passionately I felt her hand take hold of my cock and beginning to stroke me up and down.
We broke our kiss and Sara looked at me saying, “I think now I should take care of this” and with that she lowered herself to kneel on the floor. She knelt there for some time admiring my cock the way her hand ran up and down the shaft and how my cock had a life of it’s own. Sara leaned forward with her tongue passing just between her lips.
Sara, holding the top with her finger, started at the base of my cock, licking the underneath with a feather like action, just enough so I could feel her. I felt my cock harden against this first onslaught of her tongue, as it gently made its way to the underside of the flare on my cock’s head. She used her tongue to gently flick everywhere. I became so unconscious of every other thing in this world except for Sara’s tongue. I felt it make it way down one side of my cock, then up the other. I leap as she licked softly at my scrotum, as it hardened itself to this delicious arousing onslaught.
Sara bath my cock from base to head, until I began to pant I didn’t know how good a cocksucker my daughter was, though I was experiencing it first hand. Then she stopped and kneeling slightly away positioned my cock so her mouth could now engulf it. She force my cock between her lips which were tightly pressed together. I felt, as I intruded into her mouth, her teeth begin to lightly scratch my shaft as it passed over them. I felt my head begin to swim as I found that my cock was now pushing at the back of her throat. I had never felt this kind of feeling from any blowjob I had in the past, and my daughter giving it, made it more effective on my senses.
I now held onto the door and the shower taps, as Sara started to piston my cock, sliding into her mouth. I could feel the suction on my cock, as if she was trying to suck every last sperm from my balls. I could feel fluid raising through tubes that lay within my body as it rushed to meet her waiting mouth. She continued her assault upon my cock until all at once I exploded into her mouth and nearly fainted from this experience. I never entertained the thought that I would be able to respond again, but my darling Sara had proved me wrong. Here I was holding on for dear life as my semen ejaculated from my cock into the waiting mouth of my daughter, I was in heaven.
As I recovered my senses I look down and saw not all of my semen had gone into her mouth. Some had been forced passed her lips and now mingled with water as it dribbled from the corners of her mouth. As She stood she rubbed against my body so I could feel her breast as they ran over my front. I saw her tongue poke out and lick the dribbling cum from her chin. Finally she was standing against me, hugging with arms wrapped around me. I looked into her eyes and I said, “Honey that was awesome. No one has ever treated me to an experience like that.”
I was afraid of knowing where she had gained this talent. Sara still hugging me, said, “Daddy, I would never allow any of the boys to fuck me, but I did suck them off. I hope you’re not disappointed in me?” I lifted her face towards mine, kissing her lips, tasting myself on her, I said, “Darling, I can only say, that if you gained that to please me then I am happy.”
Sara appeared to have a tear in her eyes, when she said, “Oh daddy I love you. I want to look after you and give you our babies, all for you.” I hugged Sara again, and I said, “If you wait a minute I’ll treat you to more.” She laughed and said, “Yes, I want more of that delicious cock filling my insides with your sperm. But I can wait till later for that. Now we’ve got to get to Karen’s so she can have some of you too.” I was in heaven.
Sara and I finished off our shower and we both got dressed, with a little tickling, which began again. We had taken all of her possession from her car and placed them in my room. In the bedroom I said, ”I suppose that if your going to get pregnant by then you’ll have to sleep with me full time.” Sara looked at me and swung her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. When we broke our kiss she was still hugging me with her head against my chest. I was happy with my life. I didn’t ever think that I’d have another lover in my life. But now I knew my life was just beginning again. We let go of each other and I took her hand, as we walked from the bedroom and went down stairs to the car.
After taking everything inside Sara and I drove over to Karen’s house, which was in town. It was a neat little 3-bedroom house that appeared to be an average house to everyone. As we got closer, I said, “How do you know about Karen wanting me?” Sara had placed her hand upon my leg and was now rubbing it slowly, as I drove along. The only problem was this, every so often she would rub far enough up into my crotch and squeeze my cock, which had now, began to harden all over again. Sara smiled as she said, “One day, Karen and I were drinking Bundy rum and coke. We were telling who we would like to sleep with, when I got so carried away I told her I wanted to sleep with you.” I said, “what did she say when you said that?” Sara again squeezed my cock and said, “Well she told me how she use to shower with you and always wanted to feel you, but she thought you may have gotten mad so she didn’t.” I couldn’t believe my luck, how close I was to fucking my own sister but wouldn’t because I was afraid I’d scare her. I laughed and told Sara about what had happened when I was younger and we both laughed at that.
On arriving, Sara and I walked up the footpath when my sister came out of the house. I could see the smile on her face as she said, “well it looks like you two could have been doing a little more than moving her gear into the house. Playing mummy and daddy have we.” With that I began laughing along with Sara and Karen. We went inside and out into the kitchen. As we stopped Karen turned to me and hugged me.
Grabbing me around my waist. I looked down at her, as she turned her mouth to me and kissed me full on the lips. I was surprised at first, but responded by kissing her back. We opened our mouth to each other and began to kiss passionately, as I now hugged Karen. It was now that a second body appeared next to us and as we broke our kiss I saw Sara holding onto us. Karen and I put our arms around Sara and drew her into our embrace, First I kissed Sara and then Karen, who in turned kissed Sara passionately. I had no idea how sexy two women kissing, could be, but I felt my cock start to find a way from my shorts. Karen then reached over and grabbed my cock, squeezing it through the material of my shorts.
I began to nibble Karen’s neck then swung over to Sara’s neck, changing every few seconds so that I could arouse them further. As we began to get engrossed with each other, I heard the sound of little feet running down the staircase. We stopped and broke apart in time to see my 2 nieces come running into the kitchen. The girls ran between us, shouting out their hellos, as they went through the back door. I stood there and looked at my daughter then my sister. Both beautiful women and both very much alike, except Karen being fairer in skin. I just couldn’t believe my luck.
Karen grabbed one hand and Sara the other as I was towed into the living room. Once sitting in the lounge room, Karen, with a smile, said, “So you enjoyed the wake up call?” I raised my eyebrows and said, “Yes. Unexpected but effective.” And laughed. Karen said, “Well I suppose Sara told you what I want from you.” I told her yes and that I had always wanted to make love with her but didn’t want to scare her.
Karen leaned over and holding onto my neck kissed me passionately again. She said, “Darling I love you, ever since I can remember. I loved Carl too, when we were together, but I still loved you.” I smiled at her and took her hand and kissed her lips again. I said, “Well what are we going to tell the girls, especially when you get pregnant?” She said, ”Well first they can’t remember their father and have always looked to you as their father. Sometimes they even ask when your going to start living with us again.”
I looked at her in disbelief when I said, “Didn’t you tell them I’m not their father and their father was dead?” She looked down at the ground now, and said, “No I didn’t want them to think that their daddy was never coming home. I just let them believe that you were their daddy, but you couldn’t always be here. Also you have always been there to look after them and they just natural assumed that you were their daddy.” I did remember several times when either Connie, who was now 4 years old, or Meredith, who was 3 years old, had sometimes called me Daddy and I had never corrected them.
“But why do they call me Uncle Michael?” I said, She looked into my eyes and said, “Well I didn’t know what to say, so I told them that you prefer that until we could all live together again.” I looked at my sister and saw that she only wanted something normal for her children and that meant a father. I said, “How are you going to explain Sara?” She looked at Sara and smiled, “Well I told them that mummy wanted a good friend and Sara was that.”
It was now that Connie, chasing Meredith, came into the house. I called on the girls and both came into the lounge room, with that I’ve done something wrong look. I looked at one and then the other and said, “Who am I.” Connie looked at Meredith and then back at me and said, “Your Uncle Michael.” Meredith only nodded. I said, “No who am I really?” Connie started to smile, when She said, “You’re my daddy?” I smiled at that, when Meredith said, “Are you coming back home daddy?” I said, “Yes, I am.” With that both girls ran to me and hugged me like I was lost and had returned to them. Connie saying, “Oh daddy I never want you to leave again please don’t leave.” I said, “Honey, we’re going to be together for always.”
It was then I had an idea and I said, to all my girls, “Daddy’s going to take you over to our new house soon, and we’ll also have a new mummy.” Connie said, “We’re not going to leave my mummy are we?” I said, “No, but Sara is going to be your mummy too, would you like that?” At that both girls started to jump around, yelling. I said, too Sara and Karen, “well that’s the only way I can explain it and if Sara has a baby, the baby will call me daddy too.” Sara said, “Where are we going.” I said, “I don’t know but somewhere we aren’t known and where we can raise the children. Ok” both women just smiled and hugged me.
I told the girls to go outside and play and as they both left they saying, “Ok daddy.” I took hold of Karen’s and Sara’s hand and I said, “Well mummies, daddy better start getting you pregnant, then I better start looking for a new house for us to live in.” with that I led Sara and Karen up to the main bedroom. I knew that by tonight I would be worn out and then I looked on the internet for our new house……..
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A Family Betrayal Chapter 32

Hope everyone had a safe 4th, here is the next chapter Peace and enjoy as teh next one will be out in a week or two. Sorry my my hand still isn’t 100%

Fiction

Their Stories – Final Chapter

The Final Chapter
Bobby took the plunge. “Do you want somebody to make
you feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. “That
feels good what you’re doin’ on my leg.”
“Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?” he
asked, almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, also hoarsely.
“Will you promise not to tell anybody?”
“I promise,” she said. “I won’t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey.”
With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. “Oh,
Lynette, you’re so pretty and so sexy,” he sighed.
“That feels real good, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
Bobby was gone now. Prison didn’t even enter his mind.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’d love for you to take off your
panties.”
Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and
removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
“Would you make me feel good?” she asked. “Then I could
make you feel good.”
She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he
buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He’d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn’t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.
Though she was finally finished, Bobby’s hormones were
enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man’s had ever been. “Put it in your mouth,
Lynette,” he instructed. “Suck on it for me.”
The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn’t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn’t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson’s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.
She jerked back a little, but never lost connection
with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. “Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?” she asked, a smile on her
face.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum
in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, “That was the best I’ve ever felt,
Lynette.”
“Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,
it’ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman’s,” she said earnestly.
Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. “Oh, it will,
sweetheart. It will.”
“Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?” she asked sincerely.
“Oh, yes, my love,” Bobby said, his trousers still
hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he’d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
“But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?” he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.
She pulled her wrists away from him. “I ain’t gonna
tell nobody,” she said. “I don’t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who’ll make me feel
good.”
For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.Bill’s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my
edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn’t want to keep. It’s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I’d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a “Bill”
or a “William,” and the girls hadn’t a clue what motels
they’d been in. Besides, I wasn’t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.
While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys
who wanted to “distribute” my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they’d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.
Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some
girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she’d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.
Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable
bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
“distribution” and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.
Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with
Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.
Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk
some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby’s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.Bill’s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I’d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I’d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they’d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.
The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn’t show, so they went
back home, I’m told, disappointed.
Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in
closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, “Bill bought ‘em for us.”
“And who is Bill?” mama demanded.
“Stacey’s boyfriend,” Lynette said, before Stacey told
her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
“Bill” were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I’d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.
Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama
immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama’s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn’t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey’s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. “Bill,” whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.
Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.
Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.
“So, Stacey,” he said, “I want to ask you a question
that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you’d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn’t
happened?”
Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. “Oh,
no,” she exclaimed. “I still love Bill. I know he can’t
come back or they’d put him in prison, but I’d love to
see him again and show him how our baby’s growing in my
tummy.”
Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which
had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. “So if you could, you’d
let Bill fuck you again?”
“Sure,” the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing
across her mouth.
“And you want to have Bill’s baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Even though you’ll only be 13 when you deliver?”
She looked around. “Is mama still outside?”
“No,” he said. “She had to leave with Lynette so she
could go to work. I’m going to drive you home after
we’re done.” He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.
“Well, most people here don’t know, but mama had me
when she was 16,” the girl said, “so I guess havin’
children early runs in our family.”
Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. “Did you
enjoy sex with Bill?” he asked, trying to speed it up.
“Yeah,” she said. “He made me feel real good.”
“If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?”
“Well, if he comes back, they’ll probably arrest him,”
she said.
“No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would
arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?” Bobby asked in a low voice.
She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then
said simply, “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm.
“Because I love him,” she said haltingly.
“But isn’t it also because it felt good?” he asked.
“You said he made you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, he made me feel real good.”
Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross
again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. “Stacey, I think you’re beautiful.
And I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever
met.” He knew he was taking a page from “Bill’s” book,
but, hell, if it worked once….. “And I’d love to make
you feel good too.”
She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming “rape” from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, “You mean you’d like to fuck me?”
He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,
“More than anything in the world.”
Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then
she said, “But I’m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?”
More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he
said, “Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful and sexy
because you’re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I’ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they’re pregnant.”
The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then
reached her own small hand to his cheek. “You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, darling,” he said, but then had a reality check.
“But no one can know, or I’ll be the one they throw in
jail.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I’ve
done lost one boyfriend.”Bill’s story: Both girls were put under the care of a
court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.
They moved into the bedroom of Bobby’s apartment. He
knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.
She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began
rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn’t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn’t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.
In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to
their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.
In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of
prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn’t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey’s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.
He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue
into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet folds. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He’d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss
her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, “Now I’ll make you feel good.” He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, “But because
of the baby, you’ll have to do it from behind. I can’t
let you lie on top of me.”
Hell’s bells, he thought, I’d rather do it that way
anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.
She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his
pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn’t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.
To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with
a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette’s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.
Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other’s
privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.Bill’s story: The reason I know all of this, about the
police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.
“Bill,” she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, honey,” I said. “Is it just you and Stacey at
home?” She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey’s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.
Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I’d bought her.
Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little
“wife.” She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. “What
are you doing here,” she said, now talking in a
whisper.
“I had to see you again, darling,” I said, kissing her
deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.
When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old
wife said, “But Bill, if they catch you, you’ll go to
prison.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said. And for the next
hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their “counselor,” who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, “Bill, you’re
the daddy or our baby.” But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.
I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had
one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.
I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight
little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette’s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.
Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He’d
begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they’d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.
Bobby thought Lynette didn’t know that he was also
regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette’s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. “You’ve been
fuckin’ both of, Bobby,” she spat. “How dare you.”
Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking
for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, “And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail.”
Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words
came, only horror.
Stacey said, “You know, we got proof you fucked us.”
Bobby gasped.
“Yeah,” said Lynette, “Stacey filmed you fucking me,
and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who’ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?”
Bobby’s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. “Why
are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Cause we want you to do something for us, then we’ll
let you off,” Stacey said.
“What?” Bobby managed.Bill’s story: Willy managed all the details. The
corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered “counseling” session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.
Don’t know whatever happened to the boy. Don’t care.
Me, I’m living happily with Stacey, now known as
“Ingrid,” and Lynette, now known as “Lisl,” on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy’s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..

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