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Please...Stop.

By: s.e.



We had been having sex almost from the beginning. It was a relationship where you were having sex before you actually considered yourselves to be dating, despite not seeing anyone else at the time. We met at a time when she was separated from her second husband, with a divorce pending. Whatever the quality of her sex life was in both her marriages in the beginning, in the end, it was dismal. Both her husbands ended up being emotionally and physically abusive. At best, the way she described sex, it seemed to be a 'wifely duty', endured but not enjoyed, and often silently loathed. At worst, she never said, but I can only assume sex was taken from her unwillingly and abusively.

But when I met her, I would have never guessed that she had such poor sexual experiences for the past 10 years or more. We had gone out a few times, and at her home one evening, it began with gentle kissing, caressing, and ended with sweet love making. I guess I came across one of those women that was just starved for good sex with someone who cares about her, which I did very much, and everything really was wonderful.

We grew a lot together, sexually speaking. Living out fantasies or playing on desires that had never been realized before. We never went so far as anything sadistic or masochistic, didn't introduce others into our sex life, and never did anything that we didn't think the other wouldn't like. It ranged from lovemaking by soft music and candlelight, to mutual and lone oral sex to orgasm with no penetration, mutual masterbation, to rather hard-core fucking porno-movie style.

But early in the relationship, while talking about sex, she mentioned that she thought anal sex was wrong, implying it was a moral sin of some sort. I held no such belief, even though on only a very few occaisions I had done such things. A few months later, discussing previous sexual encounters (and trying to avoid admitting to have had anal sex with another woman), she bluntly asked me if I had had anal sex before. I couldn't lie, so I told her I had. Wow, the next few hours were less-than-pleasant with her. Despite having a quite open relationshiop and free discussion of limits of sex, even when referring to previous partners, she didn't much appreciate my previous sexual acts in this arena, regardless of the very minor exprience I had. 

She told me again how it was wrong, and even said it was 'dirty'. Not 'dirty' in a provocative or sensual manner. She said "dirty" in a way a mother chastizes a child for wanting to handle or investigate a dead bird. "Dirty", as in the mere matter of being near the creature would bring disease or even death upon the one in the dead animal's presence. With that in mind, I never approached her with any prospect of anal sex.

So, despite a deep and wanton desire of anal sex, I never actually asked for such action. Anal sex has always been a form of gratification that turned me on. I really have no idea how or why...it just did. But, knowing her stance on the matter, I kept the fantasy to myself.

But somehow she must have known. In our open attitude towards sex, I guess one evening she felt compelled to let down her predujice and let her body be used for my unspoken desire. 

She came home rather drunk from an evening out with a friend of hers. I had worked late (but she came home later), and was already in bed, naked as usual. She sweetly snuggled next to me 'spoon' style as I lay, almost asleep. I knew she was drunk and more horny than usual, but I had had a long day, and had to be at work early the next day again. I would have been content to fall back asleep with her in my arms in the few minutes it would normally take. I have no idea why or where it came from, but she whispered to me:

"Will you have anal sex with me?"

So, I immediately went from a few moments from deep sleep, to instantly aroused.  In my mind, I knew she was just feeling particularly happy to be with me, and wanted to do anything to please me. I think the thought of her wifely duty from her previous husbands may have been running through her mind. But the sudden pressure between my legs took over control and didn't particularly care that she would likely change her mind once I were inside her backside.

Weakly, I sputtered, "Honey, are you sure?"

I knew I didn't particularly care whether she said yes or no, but hearing her say "yes" loosed my inhibition.

I was still somewhat tired (having been in bed for a while by the time she came home), but figured this was a very rare moment. I tried kissing on her neck and shoulders to entice her, but I'm sure my actions were clumsy. It wasn't long before I reached for the KY we kept in the bed's headboard cabinet. I tried to be romantic as I lubed my hard-on and her anus, but I doubt I was. 

Since I had little experience with anal sex, I didn't know what advice to give her as I pressed my cock to her puckered ass. I pushed myself into her, maybe past the head of my penis. At this point, I tried to evaulate her response. She had never been very vocal or verbally response to anything I did to or for her, so I had to 'sense' whether she liked it or not. Now, with only a small part of my cock inside her backside, I sensed she might not enjoy this. However, I still hoped that the initial feeling of discomfort and inhibition would pass for her. She didn't object, and so I pressed myself more fully into her.

She didn't exactly stop me, so I started sliding myself back and forth inside of her backside. Knowing how much she loved vaginal sex with me, I caught on quickly that this didn't feel as enjoyable to her. I don't know why, but it didn't stop me. Her tight, virgin ass felt so exsquisite to me, I thought I would cum inside of her in a moment or two. I actually hoped that I would orgasm quickly so that I could have my wish so fast that it wouldn't hurt her too much to want to try again some day. But, my heart knew that her pleasure wasn't the same as mine. It was like trying to get a kiss on the cheek from a girl I knew didn't want me to kiss her at all.

But, I was already inside of her. My cock was half-deep inside an ass I had wanted to fuck for months. I wanted to be gentle, and sweet, and loving...but it was almost like it was too late for that, and I would never have a chance to try again. I grabbed her hips, and pushed against them until I felt my hips against her buns. She winsed, and tensed up. At this point, I knew her body was no longer as willing to accomodate her love for me as her mind was a few minutes earlier.

Again, I was already inside of her. Her tight asshole squeezed around my cock in a way I had never felt inside of her before. From her body language, I knew that I would never get this chance again. I figured she relapsed into the feelings of having to endure sex with someone that she experienced when she no longer enjoyed sex with her previous husbands. I still held her firm, my full cock inside her ass. She ever-so-softly whimpered.

Something came over me that I had never felt before. I was actually angry with her. I felt inside that she deserved to feel pain or discomfort for even asking me to do something she knew I wanted to do but wasn't really hoping I would accept the proposal of. Even though I loved her, I wanted to fuck her in a way she didn't want to be fucked...and I didn't care.

In this spooning position, with my cock inside her dark, 'dirty' hole, I wanted to fuck her out of my own deep desire...but wanted to fuck her even more because she didn't want me to be inside her like that any longer. Never before had I felt like that, but knowing she wanted me to stop, turned me on even more.

I started sliding my cock back and forth in her ass, feeling the urge to fuck her until I came, and the thought of doing her this way made me even hotter. I knew I was hurting the woman I felt very deeply for, but I just didn't care. I wanted to fuck her tight, tender asshole until I filled her with all the cum I had. It envigorated me, and I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her.

Then, something that I didn't expect happened, and it turned me on even more than I could have imagined. She cried out:

"Baby, you're hurting me.....please, stop."

Hearing her on the verge of begging me to stop made me want to fuck her ass all the more. I wanted to make her hurt, I wanted to make her beseech me to not cum inside of her bowels. 

And then she said it. She whimpered:

"Honey, stop it....please don't. Don't cum inside me like this. I don't want it. Please, baby....please..."

With those words, I couldn't hold back. Something inside of me wanted to punish the one I so dearly loved with the most painful and intrusive sex she had ever known. I thrust myself harder and deeper inside of her ass, mercislessly pounded her virgin hole without remorse. I fucked and I fucked and I fucked her asshole. To my surprise, and dark appeasement, she began whimpering tears and choked pleas.

"Please, honey....pleeease. Don't. Please, stop. I don't want this anymore. I'm sorry. Anything for you, but please stop. Please don't cum inside of me like this. Baby, please stop. Please, baby......pleeeeaaaaase." I could feel her body quiver as she quietly began sobbing in pain and sorrow.

Despite all the feelings I had for her, I didn't want to stop. The tingling and excitement I felt at both the physical feeling and dominance I felt was too much to let go for her sake. I knew it would only take another moment or two and it would all be finished. And then she said what I wanted to hear:

"OOOOoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwuuuucccccccchhhhaa!! It hurts so much, honey, pllllleeeeeasssseeee don't cum!!!"

With that, a vibrating sensation sprang from deep within my loins. It started with a pressure somewhere near my bladder, and I felt my balls contract as the pressure exploded from hips, to my ass, and then from my cock to inside of my lover's bowels. I couldn't stop it then, and wave after wave of orgasmic release jet inside her beautiful body. I quivered and pulsed, allowing the full pleasure my orgasm fill her dark side with more of my cum than I could have imagined. I felt my own warm fluids begining to escape from her full backside and fill the area between her backside and my hips pressed against her. 

In near exhaustion, I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her close to me. I kissed her still quaking shoulders and held her, hoping to show her that I still loved her. I was still inside her as she openly sobbed in pain and disappointment. I tried to withdraw from her as gently as I could, but at this point, any care was useless.

I wanted to hold her and tell her "I'm sorry" but I knew any apologies would be of little comfort to her. The moment she was free of my embrace, she rolled to the other side of the bed, and got up. She hurried to the bathroom, where I heard a bath being drawn, and quiet crying. My guilt kept me in bed, hoping she would come back, so that I could muster some sort of apology.

It must have been an hour or more later when she came back to bed, and even then she stayed well out of reach of my soft, cuddling apologies. We must have laid in bed for two or three hours before she rolled over to face me. I was never good with explanations of bad behavior. So, she began:

"Honey," she said, "I'm sorry. I know you like that sort of thing, and I wanted to please you."

"Its my fault," I said, "I pretty much knew you wouldn't like that. I should have just not said 'ok' when you asked. Baby, I'm really sorry. I know I hurt you and I would never do that intentionally. I would never ask you to do something you didn't want to."

The next few hours were spent apologizing back and forth, each trying to make it more our own fault than the others'. Just before dawn (when I had to get up for another long day of work), we finally made amends. We both agreed that we were both sorry and had forgiven each other, and that no one was actually at fault.

After another long day of work that day, we went to bed together, and had the softest, most gentle and sweet 'make-up sex' we had ever had. We fell asleep very happy and content, in each other's arms.

Please Stop Fucking...



Please Stop Fucking My Family

When the Harrum family woke on Sunday morning they had breakfast together. It was the only chance the family had together. Though middle daughter Victoria went to a local college the various busy schedules kept all the members into their own lives. They cherished this time to get re-acquainted.

Victoria and her eighteen year old younger sister Pam cooked breakfast for the family this morning since Gertrude their housekeeper didn't work on Sundays. Bionca was first to arrive for breakfast today. She came down in her short satin house robe. She always liked to dress in sexy clothes to try to keep the interest of her husband Bill. She looked at her growing children and noticed how they had inherited her ice blue eyes and blonde hair. Pam her youngest obviously was going to have the life long battle with her weight that she had. Victoria, her second, on the other hand only gained her breasts, large and upright with emerging hips and ass that would do great in any outfit. With a wisp of a stomach she was definitely 'hot to trot'.

Bionca began to set the table as Pam went to get the rest of the family up. She pulled her favorite house shorts out of her butt cheeks as she walked up the steps to her sisters’ room. The shorts had grown ever more snug lately as her bottom continued to swell over the last year. She was jealous of her sisters who both had large proud standing breasts on hourglass figures, while her thighs and breasts just wouldn't stop expanding no matter how many crunches she did. She banged on the doors of her father and sister calling them out for breakfast. Bill came from the bedroom in his long pajama bottoms exposing his bird chest and spaghetti arms. He ran down stairs with a smile on his face as the smell of the morning coffee had caught his nostrils and set his body to go.

When Pam's oldest sister Marianne didn't come out Pam opened her door and saw her oldest sister sitting on the edge of the bed in tears. Pam tried to comfort Marianne by putting her rounded arms around the nude Marianne. Pam's shrinking tank top allowed her breast to fall free as they cuddled one another. Marianne explained that she had been slipping in her work at the aerospace company that she worked for. With downsizing running rampant now was the worst time for mistakes. Marianne explained that she couldn't handle losing her job and was feeling kind of desperate. Mary told her youngest sister Pam how she asked this black guy who had been hitting on her to help her with a project due by the end of the quarter.

The problem was the bastard wouldn't give her his notes unless she came to his house dressed in a tight sexy dress with no bra & panties on. Mary knew she was no virgin and she kind of expected he would want at least a blow-job. Marianne never expected him to fuck her in the ass. Mary broke down crying again into the arms of her sister Pam.

While the story was being told from his oldest daughter Marianne to his youngest Pam, Bill Harrum stood outside his oldest's door with a raging hard-on. He had turned back upstairs heading for the john to take a leak. He never knew till now that hearing about the sexual exploits of his own daughter could excite him. Hell she asked for it he thought and headed to his private bathroom in his bedroom. He reached for the jergens and started pulling. Bill thought about his hotter then hell daughter being forced to fuck a black man.

His mind inadvertently went back to his college days and his ever horny and persistent black room-mate, always using him as a helpless wrestling practice dummy. How his room-mate would wrestle him down rubbing his hard cock all over Bill's body until the day finally came when the room-mate jumped him while he was sleeping, pulled Bills underwear to the side and slid his previously greased cock up Bill's virgin ass. Bill hated how much he was made to take it, and like it.

Bill squirted cum while his wife Bionca was yelling upstairs if he was 'coming' for breakfast. He was glad he chose not to pursue a gay life. He figured it was forced on him and he was really heterosexual at heart, which was clearly proven by his beautiful brood. Bionca was always hot and ready for his six inch pole. His children seemed content with the life he provided. As a Sr. partner at his brokerage firm he managed to produce a rather opulent lifestyle for his Harem as he called them to his self. By the time he got to the table the family was already seated.

Bionca started the talk at table as she spoke about her trips to the gym and dieting while Marianne shoved food down her throat as fast as she could. Pam talked about all the attention her breasts kept getting even though she always wore sizes too small. Victoria chided in "maybe your just overweight" which prompted giggles from Bill and a look of disapproval from Bionca. Pam defended herself saying "My weights not the problem they just don't make the stylish clothes to fit me properly."

Bill looked over at the plate-devouring Marianne and asked her how her week was. His dick restirring in his pants. He blew a kiss to his plump but still sexy wife, signaling a good fuck after breakfast. He then turned his attention back to his oldest daughter. He began probing for information. Mary was obviously shaken and Pam continued to try to redirect the conversation so much so Bill asked her to go in the kitchen and squeeze some juice to get her out of the way. When Marianne realized her father seemed concerned in her behavior she started to speak with tears welling in her eyes.

"I made some bad choices that got me into a bad situation. I know you've always said I should work hard and carry my own weight. I don't know why I let myself be put in such a stupid situation. I let a man take advantage of me last night."

"Is that why you looked like a hooker on your way out the door last night"? Bill asked trying to sound like the concerned father, concealing his dick growing rigid in his pajamas.

"Bill I needed his help and he insisted I pay him for it. Dad I don't need you condemning me right now I just felt like I need to get this out please try to be understanding damnit!"

Bionca pointed out to her husband Bill that right now her daughter obviously needed them and he needs to hear her out with-out all the accusations. Bill immediately turned back to his oldest daughter and apologized. Bionca told Marianne to finish telling them what happened.

Mary began, "When I got behind at work, yes I know I was spending a lot of time with Jerry but after we broke up I tried to get focused at work. I had allowed myself to fall so far behind I hadn't even scheduled the stress test for any of the main parts. Mark is some kind of physics genius and was always hassling me to go out with him. I spent too much time moping around this house missing that pea-fuck Jerry that I pretty much left most of the project up to Mark. About a month before the project was due I went to him to get his notes on the tests."

"When I got to his office he walked to the edge of his desk and showed me the note pad. I panicked when he tore the first page off and put it down the front of his pants. I ran from his office back to mine. I tried to figure some way out of this situation. I worked night and day for a week but I was so far out the loop I was lost in my own notes and figures." Mary continued telling her story over a breakfast that was getting cold. The juicer had cut off and everyone sat quietly listening to her tale.

"As wrong as it was to throw away all the money that you guys spent on me to go to school for me to get put in this position is probably unforgivable but I had to give updates to management in two days. I called him on the phone hoping to reason with him but he insisted that if I wanted his notes I knew where to find them. I had very few options and I chose the easy way out. I went to his office and he repeated the same scenario. I pulled down his zipper and grabbed for the page and couldn't help but rub his big ass cock. I pulled out the first sheet and he pulled another page from his note pad. He put that one in his pants as well. I thought for a moment I might get out of this with just a hand job. I was so wrong mother!"

"When I reached in for the second sheet of paper his dick was huge and bulging. I couldn't get to the page without adjusting his cock for him. I figured I'd play up to him for a little sympathy, so I stroked his cock for him. That's when Mark pulled another page from his note pad and handed it to me. I actually blushed for this perve. The second page had slid down his trousers so I had to bend down to get it. He chose this time to open his pants and let them fall. As the page slid down with his trousers I knelt to the floor and he shoved his black dick in my mouth. When I tried to pull back he held my hair telling me how he liked my blonde lockes for grips. I knew now that he expected a blow-job which I was kind of ready for but I just wasn't ready for this guy to be hung like that. After he told me how he wanted it sucked good and wet I just tried to please him and get it over with.

The way he yanked me onto his desk top I kind of got scared, I had no idea he could be so strong. I figured he was a little older and harmless before then. He let my head hang over the edge of his desk while he decided that he was going for my throat." Mary rubbed at her throat with the memory of the moment. Bionca had moved her chair next to her daughter putting her arm around her for support.

Mary continued, "I was so surprised that I was on his desk I didn't notice him in my throat at first. The way I was pulled had forced him in my throat and I started gagging but there was no way my throat was going squeeze to let me vomit. He seemed to get off rubbing his balls on my nose. He pulled my sweater off of my tits along with my bra. He pulled his wet cock from my mouth and put his balls inside my mouth. I felt him pulling my nipples like he wanted to remove them. So by the time he told me to squeeze my tits on his dick I was ready for anything to get him off.

He fucked my tits for a while then threw me from his desk. He put his dick back in my mouth. He stroked the base of it till he came in my mouth. He said to make sure I swallowed if I wanted enough information for my report. By then I felt so degraded I just swallowed it. He then put his hands up my skirt and laughed at me for having drenched panties. Bill, she called her dad Bill, I thought the worst was over until he made me come over his house yesterday. Mark said I could have the report finished top to bottom if I gave in to him top to bottom. My spirit was broken by then.

He had ridiculed me on more then one occasion how he made me orgasm while sucking him off. I just wanted to end the nightmare so when I went to his house with no bra or panties I knew we would have sex but after he took his time getting hard in my mouth he greased his cock and ass fucked me.

He made me say all kinds of nasty things to get his old ass off. He didn't care how much he was hurting he just kept telling to say things like call him 'king cock'. When Mark started rubbing my clitty I squirted all over his balls slapping against my pussy lips. I just couldn't help it. He was just so determined. I was rebounding from Jerry's cheating ass and Mark wanted me so ferociously it made me feel hot. Mark laughed and told me how he likes "wet balls". Then he pulled his dick out leaving me empty and spun me around. Before I could put it together he had that huge cock of his down my throat again. I smelled my cum that his wet balls left on my nose when he pulled out my throat to have me suck the head. The smell of my own cum on my nose drove me over and I came again right on his bed without anything touching me. I reached up and rubbed his balls and felt them shifting in my hands. Mark pulled my dress open and started squeezing my breasts. He put my hand on my pussy and he started moving my fingers on my clit, rubbing hard and fast. He came in my mouth before I could come again.

I tried to suck him hard again but he wouldn't let me. Mark made me get out before his girlfriend came over". "Oh Mom” Marianne started bawling, "how can he still want another woman after all that”? Marianne started to cry again feeling unwanted. Bill on the other hand was trying to figure out how he was going to get out of the room without showing his obviously wet pajama bottoms.

Bionca consoled her daughter explaining that her beauty intelligence and over all person was invaluable. She didn't need to subject herself to abuse, that she was everything and wonderful. Jerry was just an ass for leaving her. Pam also hugged her sobbing sister. Telling her how much she looked up to her still. Bill looked around at his family and noticed there wasn't a soft nipple to be seen. He figured he had to say something fatherly.

"Mary the last thing you have to feel is though you deserve this. I know you've learned from your mistake. I'm positive you'll find yourself in a better relationship in no time. I'm going to go get dressed then we're going to head out for Coaster-land and get some fresh air." He had to scream the last part since he scurried from the room while everyone’s attention was still on his daughter Mary and not his tented pajamas.

Victoria this time sat staring at her oldest sister. She couldn't speak. Vicky sat there with her abundant breast heaving. Her mouth was dry and her heart racing. Sweat on her forehead holding down her down soft blonde hair on her brow. She had listened to her older sister's tale with complete attention. Although she had yet to experience sex she couldn't help but relate to her experience of last week at her school. One of the Sr. Boys had taken an interest in her. He was always crude and direct. He would say things like he wanted her to look up at him when he's in her mouth. She had never really put it all together until now since she had tried to ignore him.

During the story she started to think through all the bumps and grinds that had happened in the hallways. All the gestures pulling on his baggy jean fronts. When her older sister Mary talked about pulling out Mark's dick she remembered being challenged by her suitor to pull his meat from his cage. She had always just moved by him never giving his words thought until today. Images of this student man forcing his way with her made her feel dizzy. She wore a bra at the table which she now felt like was constricting. Her body was sensitive all over. When Mary mentioned her orgasm in the office Victoria had to put her hands on the table in order to steady herself. She was shifting in her seat dripping juices in her cotton panties. When Mary talked about rubbing herself and coming while getting ass fucked her hand had slipped between her thighs and rubbed her-self to orgasm thinking of the day when her suitor had cornered her after class and rubbed his hard stick between her ass cheeks. She remembered standing there not knowing what to do. She tried to lift her leg and walk away but that only spread her ass cheeks and had his dick pressing directly on her ass hole. The jolt took her by surprise and made her body freeze. He took this time to get her name. Then he told her he liked her and wanted her. He reached for her thirty eight inch chest, small in the Harrum family, and squeezed real hard, making Victoria mewl. He then just walked away. She hadn't seen him on campus for a while and hadn't given him a thought until now.

Victoria realized she had a crush on some black upperclassman and she didn't even know his name, but thinking of him while going over the details of Mary's orgasm made her cum as well. Victoria had just had her first orgasm in her life and she got it from her sister's story. She sat there totally lost and confused.

Bill called his wife Bionca upstairs to help him get ready. When she came in wearing her short snug satin robe he watched her from the corner of his eyes and she never looked hotter. Her tits had swelled over the years to swelling out of her custom made 50inch bras that she insisted fit. Her breasts constantly peeked out the side of her EE cups. He was never a tit man before he nailed his wife, but she was so damn beautiful he didn't care. He watched her rounded bottom toss around in her robe like two cats wrestling in a sack as she went about getting things ready for the trip to Coaster-land.

Bill walked up behind his wife poking his dick in her expansive ass cheeks. He told her they would have to sort out the family problems later as now was the last chance they may get to have sex until the long week ahead. Bionca didn't try and stop her husband’s advances like always. When she felt his hard cock poking against her ass she just relaxed and enjoyed the squeeze he was giving her. She felt the urgency and realized he must be sincere in trying to get in hot and heavy before the weekend ends. When his grip on her breast began to hurt she bit her tongue not wanting to interfere with his sexual desires. 

Bill bent back and lifted his wife by her tits with his dick still rubbing at her backside. He just tossed her on the bed face first grinding his dick into the clefts of her ass cheeks. He lifted her robe and slid her red satin baby doll panties down. Bill then grabbed his iron hard dick in his hand and pushed it at his wife's virgin asshole. Bionca tried to twist away. Her husband was insistent in all of sudden after twenty years of marriage was trying to invade her ass hole. She squirmed with all of her might to get from under him.

The lubrication of his pre-cum was starting to open her hole against her will. Bionca was surprised at the new aggressive sex her husband was now trying. He had always been a sweet and gentle lover. Fortunately some of the workouts paid off and she was able to scramble from beneath him. She had managed to sit at the head of the bed with her back to the head board. Bill scrambled up the bed after her, raising to his feet his iron hard cock speared his wife's soft lips against the resistance of her attempting to slow him down trying to understand his new found forcefulness. Bionca had sucked her husband’s dick many times before. She licked it like a melting ice cream cone.

Never before had she remembered it being so swollen and hard. His pubic bone was banging against her perfectly pert nose. She felt the briskly pubic hairs rubbing against her nose with each thrust. At first she thought she was dripping snot from her nose as she felt the sticky residue matted in her husband’s pubics. A few minutes of having her face fucked by her darling Bill she figured out he had cum.

She realized it but wasn't in a position to deal with it as his bony hips kept smacking her nose. It was becoming extremely painful and she tried to push back against his thrusting movements but she found her blonde hair held tightly in his hands. Bill switched his movements so that he just pushed the base of his dick as far Bionca's sweet lips. He pushed at the entrance of her throat and wished he had more cock to get down there. He knew he was pressing his wife's head against the head board Bill was looking down while he was shoving his hard meat in her mouth. Bionca's eyes looked up at him sparkling blue eyes staring at him waiting for this new sex thing to end.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Bill knew he was trying to reclaim some of his male dominance role in his life. After hearing how his daughter had succumbed to big black dick, as had also happened in his own college days. Knowing that his wife worked at the most prestigious black law firms in the city, he felt he had to assert himself in order to reclaim his rights to masculinity.

He reached inside her open robe and pulled her bra up behind her neck. Gravity forcing Bionca's large EE boobs to swing free. He told her to rub them on his balls. As she did her best to comply she was having trouble. Her normally gentle heart of hearts was grinding his cock in circular motions trying to stretch her jaws open. Bionca felt the heat of her husband’s desire and she couldn't help but respond. Her juices started to flow from her pussy as the electric current raced from her nipples straight to her well of lubrication for her genital walls.




Please Stop Fucking... Mon.



Please Stop Fucking My Family, Mon

When Bill was later introduced to Tim he felt uncomfortable with his precious middle daughter Victoria apparently again being taken in by another dark man. Bill knew he had always presented a strong manly image to his family, and was surprised at his two oldest girls preference in black men.

It wasn't that he was being prejudiced, it was more of him feeling his long suffering, education and financial successes weren't enough for his girls. Bill, up till this time had always felt he was the ideal man in the eyes of his brood. He was quickly finding out apparently his masculine image was being replaced by long thick black cocked bastards.

The trip home however, brightened his spirits. Everyone was happily talking about their day. The youngest of the Harrum girls however just stared out the window trying not to believe what she had just seen. Pamela wasn't sure if Tim had brought his hand from inside her mothers' thighs. She wasn't sure of anything except her mother slurping all over his wet fingers. Why her mother Bionca would do something that she was fairly sure was a sexual thing, with Victoria's new boyfriend troubled her deeply.

The evening came, and at home everyone began preparations for their individual lives. Bionca went to her bedroom early. Her spirit in turmoil. She couldn't help but bathe in the glow of her awakening sexuality. What went on today was an absolute decadence, but instead of guilt, the warm pulse of sin radiated her genitalia. As Bionca showered, with her family downstairs, her hands retraced the path of her daughter Victoria's new boyfriend Tim. The forceful thrusts of her own fingers trying to imitate his earlier daring. 

She wanted to stop and be a good wife. Be wet when her darling husband wanted some of her ample charms. That part she knew she would never have problems with; it's just the part where she wasn't supposed to be wet for others. How was she supposed to control this new faucet flow of juices flowing from between her thighs?

Bionca braced her back on the wall of the shower and glanced down at the shampoo bottle. It was smoothe, long and thick! Exploring her sensual feelings was taking this mother of three outside of her normal bounds. Bionca gripped the bottle tight in one hand, pushing at it with the other trying to hold on to the old self that was her. The hand with the grip on the bottle seemed to be stronger then the one pushing and she started stroking it. Feeling the texture of the bottle, analyzing for entry.

One simple push and the bottle entered Bionca. She felt out of control and liberated at the same time. She bent her knees and spread her legs further so she could pump more intently into her new found sex. It reminded her of that first time she masturbated. The all encompassing surge of energy detonated shivers throughout her thoroughly wet form, wet from both shower and her gushing gash. 

Bill was coming in the bedroom as Bionca was toweling herself off. Bill's wife rushed across the bedroom and threw her bouncing breasts against his chest. Bionca begged him for some cock. She needed it now and started pulling him back towards the bed. 

"You want some dick huh." Bill said as he flipped his flaccid manhood at his wife seated on the beds edge.

Bionca looked up with her best young innocent look and said "Please, can I have some of your juicy cock?"

Bill seemed to enjoy her gestures as his swelling dick was moved into line with his wife's lips. Bionca opened her mouth after licking her lips and proceeded to swallow her husbands' dick. Even though her talents at cock sucking where well received by her husband. Bill's mind began to wander. All the darkening going on in the family had him thinking about his African housekeeper Gertrude. Slim frame, long braids down her back, small tight peach shaped ass. She has worked for him for two years and after three raises you would think she would show a little appreciation.

Bill reached for his wife's ears and rested his balls on her chin. Bionca tried to slow down her husband in an effort to keep him from cuming so she could get fucked but was very unsuccessful. Bionca pushed at her husbands thin thighs but his intensity wouldn't allow her to escape his onslaught of cum.

Wiping his spent cock on Bioncas' lips the worn Bill hopped under the covers and said good night. Bionca frustrated beyond belief that she had begged to get fucked and instead been made to swallow cum. There was a drizzle soaking into the sheets beneath her and her selfish husband was tucking himself off to sleep. She flopped back her hands above her head in resignation. With a quivering dripping pussy Bionca went to sleep naked on top of her sheets with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

Monday morning came and the Harrum family went on to their individual lives. Marianne went to work in her normal blouse and skirt heel combo to her job at the aerospace company. Victoria went on to the local college and Pamela to her last year of high school. Pam's' uniform as with all her other clothes hugging her way too tight in her constant denial that her size had changed since two years ago when she was sixteen and still had a shot at weight control. They waved goodbye to Gertrude and each other.

Bionca had left a little early intent on getting in a good workout before her day as legal assistant at the law firm. William Harrum had provided extremely well for her. They already had more put away then they would ever spend. Bionca just wanted to have something to do. Working for her husband's lawyer's law firm gave her a place other than doting on her family.

Bill Harrum however called out from work. Instead he went shopping. He had searched his receipts and found the payments for Gertrude's uniforms. Taking the sizes with him he headed out to a specialty shop he knew that carried sexy outfits, uniforms and the like. Being William Harrum the sex lover, he'd been here before. The beautiful teller asked "Can I help you?"

"Yes." Bill said "I want a maids uniform, here's the size he said handing the piece of paper to the sales girl. She walked past all the spiked and chained outfits and pulled down a piece of cloth. According to the picture on the tag it was a skirt, crotch less pantyhose, nylon top, headpiece and gloves. William Harrum's hard dick spoke for him "I'll take it two sizes smaller!"

"Mr. Harrum I didn't expect you home today. Should I get you anything?"

Gertrude smoothed her uniform as her employer unexpectedly walked in on her usually solitary work day. "Yes I want you to come into the den with me, we need to talk." Gertrude sulked into the den dreading what must surely be something bad like her being let go. When he sat in his large lounge chair with his recent purchase in hand Bill began "Gertrude after all this time working for me as my housekeeper I know you are putting your brother through college, and take care of your sick mother back in Africa. I've paid you very well haven't I?"

"Yes, you've been very generous Mr. Harrum."

"The way I see it I've been keeping your mother alive and putting your brother through school and that's a lot of responsibility."

Gertrude began to almost whimper just comprehending the gravity of the situation and how much this conversation controlled her whole life.

"You want me to be pleased with you don't you?"

"Yes Mr. Harrum I always work hard for you."

"Good. I've decided today my housekeeper is going to wear a new uniform. Do you think I should put in a call to an agency for a new maid that can fit into this." Bill said, tossing the package intentionally at her feet to make her bend and show cleavage. 

Gertrude's dark ebony face contorted as she looked at the tiny piece of cloth she now held in her hand. She examined the tag showing how the outfit was to be worn with her crotch exposed. Gertrude turned her head to the relaxing Bill Harrum. Surrealistically her vision closed in on Bill's hand stroking the bulging cock through the expensive slacks he wore.

Gertrude clearly understood the proposition of getting naked for her boss or the health of her mother and the education of her brother. Tears welled as she pleaded onto the deaf ears of Bill Harrums' dick. He was going to have this dark African wench. Bill sat staring enjoying the fall of the young woman. Bill told her he wanted her to change in the den with him. She outburst into all out tears as if she had been thoroughly beaten and tortured.

The house keeper was screaming inside her head. She wanted to run but her needs kept her feet glued to the floor. Her tear filled vision watching him stroking dick. Gertrude felt someone else's hands pull at the top buttons of her blouse. Distancing herself from the event she knew was about to happen. When her simple bra came into view Bill sucked on his bottom lip. After her uniform blouse was off, those hands that belonged to someone else, pulled at her skirts zipper. Fear forcing her vision into the bulging cock in the chair not ten feet from her trembling body.

"Speed it up!" Bill's words causing Gertrude to startle. Standing in just her bra and panties she fumbled with the package stalling for time. Bill became impatient. He pounced from his chair at the cringing servant. With both hands he gripped her apple ass cheeks in his hands with all his strength. Trapped in his arms Gertrude stared into the face of a man in total control of her life. He had power over her and was using it to spread her extremely firm ass cheeks. The lust in Bill ripped his clothes and hers from their bodies in a frenzy. Primal surges from deep within his soul seethed at his loins. Bite marks began to appear on the dark skinned captive. Aching cock controlled the animal that threw the rag doll onto the oversized lounge chair. Twenty years on this planet was not enough experience for young Gertrude's underused pussy. She tried her best to tighten up her velvety pussy walls as a reflex against the hard dick pressing her labia inward.

Bill had so much pre-cum leaking at her pussy entrance resistance was futile. His entry was hard and deep. "Yeah, now this is a raise!" Bill yelled into the young ears of his house keeper. His hands gripped her long braids and her hip so he could penetrate her with his most virulent thrusts.

"Juice that pussy up for me baby!"

With her head bobbing in time to the hard thrusts from behind Gertrude tried, "Yes, Mister Harr, Mist, ah, oh, oh, Misssttterrr Haarrum rum rum." The words came along with the pussy juice from Gertrude's' inner well. A thought of having sex with her boss had never plagued her mind before today. Gertrude had only had sex twice in her life and nothing close to this amount of pure lust was ever involved. This man was obsessed with tearing her pussy apart. The hot pumping, slapping flesh, the rough treatment made her sexual barriers begin to fade. With her knees on the cushion and hands braced against the rear of the chair she came. A hands squeezing, lips parted, pussy pulsing, tears flowing orgasm.

While her first orgasm shattered her nervous system Bill spun the delicious beauty around and sat her on the chair. A hand full of hair and Bill's hand holding the base of his dick equaled Gertrude's first blow job. Still not totally in control of her muscles she could put up little resistance to the battering ram penetrating her thick African lips.

Grinding his pelvic bone forcefully against Gertrude's nose made his balls rub deliciously on the dark chin of his prey. Bill was at last conquering the black plague that had infiltrated his delightful life. This bitch was sucking his cock for all it was worth. He broke the bitch. Bill felt so powerful that he grunted like a beast as he sent his sperm shooting to the back of her throat with repeated loads.

"You need to move into the guest quarters Gertrude. I want you to wear your new uniform under your real uniform whenever you're in the house. I also expect to have you dressed in the sexy outfits for me when I come over to visit you at night. Do we have an understanding?" Bill quizzically asked Gertrude while smacking his spent dick on her cheeks and lips. The defeated servant looked up at her master and preyed for something close to pity. The constant clubbing of his cock on her lips made it clear that would be pointless. She simply let the tears flow and opened her mouth and began bobbing her head on Bill's prick.

Bill spent most the day using the young girl in every way his perverted mind could think of. A couple of hours before he expected his girls to start filing in he made the house keeper go out to the guest quarters and clean up so she could prepare dinner. He himself headed for the gym to get some rub down and sauna time. Fucking like a sixteen year old takes its toll on the body.

By the time Pam came home from high school no one was home. There were no warm cookies like normal waiting for her. Pamela was feeling a bit neglected and decided to take some of the leftover dessert from the fridge and head up to her bedroom. An hour or so later she was joined by her sister Victoria in the house. In normal routine an hour passed and in comes Bionca.

With no smell of dinner in the air she surmised Gertrude must not be at work. She called Bill on his cell phone. "Bill did Gertrude tell you she wouldn't be hear tonight?"

"Yes, she's moving into the guest quarters so she can work for us full-time and save on her rent."

"You should consult me on this kind of stuff Bill." Bionca said under control but through gritted teeth.

"Look, you know I make decisions, that's what I do."

"Well I'm not exactly comfortable with a hot sexy African living in the same house with my husband darling." Bionca responded with an underlying snarl.

"She'll be in the guest quarters Bionca."

"It's attached to the house Bill"

"Bionca, she's moving in." Bill spoke in his authoritive tone.

"Fine dear. When will you be home?"

"Later"

The dial tone infuriated Bionca. Before she could walk away it rang again. "Mom, would you come get me?" Bionca barely heard the words over the music and slightly slurred words coming from her oldest daughter Marianne's' lips.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah I'm fine. We got off early today after our office party for finishing the project on time. Mark managed to move the party back to his place. I rode over in the car with him, but when we got here I found out I'm the only girl here. We've been drinking a lot and I told you how aggressive he is. I don't think it's a good time for me to be here if you know what I mean."

After getting the address from Marianne Bionca informed her other two daughters that she would gone for a while and they should order out. She decided if for no other reason than spite she would change into something a little more risqué before heading out. A quick rinse and change later Bionca headed from the house in a knee length dress that hugged her excesses tight. A little impromptu flirting was on her mind as she drove to Marks' address.

When Bionca got out of her car in the driveway of Marks' place she could hear music coming from inside. Hoping to get inside and have a few drinks she put on her best smile after she rang the doorbell. The door was answered by Dave a black man 35 years old and thin. With their mutual smiles and introductions Bionca was ushered into the house. As she walked in front of five feet six inches of man she felt kind of tall at only three inches shorter. She proceeded towards the music and warmly smiled at two other black men both quite a bit younger.

When Bionca inquired where Marianne was Dave advised her she was in the back room talking with Mark and invited her to have a drink. Bionca enthusiastically agreed to Dave's' offer. He walked her over to the bar and let her make her own poison. With a fully stocked bar Bionca decided to experiment and proceeded to pour a little dash of this and that into her own concoction.

Bionca stirred the big glass and held her nose and downed half of the worst tasting drink ever known. It sent burns into her stomach and chills to her extremities. As she stood trying to recover with a soda chaser Marianne came out with a confident and cunning looking man Bionca instantly recognized as Mark. Marianne's' mussed hair signaled there must have been some heavy petty going on.

Winking, Marianne walked over to her mother pretending that she had told her to come later. Before Mary could get far in her plan to leave, Mark stopped Mary from grabbing her things and asked Bionca if she wouldn't mind at least a dance or two before she left. Dave slid in between Bionca and Mark trying to beat Mark to her. When the two youths also jumped up with their large impressive built for sports bodies grinning and jostling for a dance Bionca blushed under all the attention.

"Ok. I'll stay for a little while."

The exasperated Marianne was pulled into the living room by Mark. Bionca was pressed between the two tall boys one was six foot four and the other six foot six. Dave sat on the arm of the chair and watched as Bionca freely moved between the pressing youths. Bionca had felt like flirting tonight. She knew her thong covered ass cheeks were moving obscenely against the hard thigh of the young man behind her. Bionca felt a surprise when she felt the ripples of the abs of the shorter of the two men through his baggy shirt, her tight dress and OOPS! Bionca had forgotten to put on a bra. She had only intended a sports bra and now found her hard nipples poking directly in his shirt. In an attempt to keep her erect nipples from being seen by her daughter she danced even closer to her frontal dance partner.

Mark spun Marianne around so he could grind his cock into her tight ass cheeks. It wasn't the alcohol that made her grind back on Mark's crotch in front of her mother. Mary had been completely seduced by this older jerk. When she rubbed his crotch it was in an attempt to entice him regardless. Marianne wanted it clear that she was his whatever the situation. She hadn't developed the courage to look over at her mother but Mark made a solution for her without asking. He lifted his baggy shirt and put it over her head. With her ass cheeks being poked by Mark's juice filled cock and the feel of his hand sliding into her blouse Marianne let go of control. Marianne felt as though her mother couldn't see the action going on beneath Mark's baggy shirt. His strong hand pushed against her pantyhose covered panties beneath her skirt. Marianne hoped her moans were not being heard over the music. Mark started using his dick and the tug on her nipples to maneuver Marianne towards the bedroom.

Bionca was caught like a dear in the headlights while looking into the eyes of Mark who was directly staring into her eyes while it looked like he was fingering her daughter. Bionca wanted to turn and speak up for her beautiful oldest daughter but didn't feel as though turning and facing Mark with hard nipples, while two young boys ground thickening cocks against her ass and braless breasts would prove fruitful.

Taking a queue from Mark the young man in front of Bionca lifted his baggy shirt over her head as well. Bionca's diminutive frame pushed her lips against chest meat. In the dim light she could see his youthful rippling muscles with her hand pressed against his abs and the other pressing his chest in an attempt to slow down the activities. That attempt melted along with the strength in her hands. It felt good! Just slightly damp, very warm, dark chocolate, hard, there was no resistance as the hard grinding thigh behind her pushed Bionca into the torso of her partner. She surprised herself as she reached around and felt the strong back of this virile man. The hardness pressing between her boobs made her squeeze his back pushing her cheek against his chest and her lips facing his nipple.




Please Stop Fucking... Mon.



Bionca was hot; her judgment had dissipated the brazen grips on her ass cheeks, the attention, the hardness, the feel the smell. It took her several blinks before she realized that the shirt had been removed from her head and she had been spun around. With all the excitement Bionca missed the fact her dress was now tucked into her thong. Her adjusting eyes were unable to locate Marianne. As she was now spun around to the taller of the two youths Dave came behind Bionca changing partners to dance at her backside.

Dave's explanation that Mark had taken Marianne back to the bedroom made Bionca realize that her plan to flirt a little had gotten her little girl fucked. Feeling guilt since she was called to save her from the hard fuck Marianne told her she would get if she stayed. The distracted Bionca gave no thought to being again put under the baggy shirt of the taller of the two youths. As Dave stood behind her he told her that Mark would be back there with her for at least an hour so she may as well enjoy herself.


Bionca made a promising treat slowly moving in almost a trance like state trying to continue her dance with all the confusing thoughts taking her by storm. Bioncas' head and back were covered by the shirt but her thong covered ass hung out and made an impossible target for Dave to resist. The electric jolt of Dave's hands on her exposed ass flesh brought Bionca back to the hear and now. The bottom of the shirt was pulled tight by the tall dancer and it forced Bionca into his body while trapping her arms at her sides. Bionca arched her back when she felt Dave rubbing her pussy lips as she was pinned into a mountain of musculature, her guilt turned to wicked pleasure.

"Wait." Bionca said into the chest she was pinned to. The fingers that had begun probing inside her thong started to pull at it. Bionca soon found another type of pressure on her pussy lips. In twenty years of marriage Bioncas' pussy was well trained to lubricate at the presence of prick. Dave pushed six inches of dick into Bionca's wet hole "Whoa!" Bionca hissed. Just a little flirting, not this huge black pole, "I'm doing this wrong" Bionca thought to herself. Her hands were pinned to her sides while an impossibly wide six inches of dick was pressing into her, Dave however managed to continue dancing using his hands on her hips to encourage Bionca to do the same.

That damn pussy faucet of hers was limiting Bioncas' choices. She felt the juice leaking from her, lubricating the thick pole moving her lower body like meat on a spit. Bionca joined the dance completely forgetting the self induced plight of her Mary. When the shirt was removed she had trouble holding her balance while Dave continued to dance with eight inches of thick dick in her dripping vagina. Looking around she saw the taller kid reaching beneath his shirt. The other kid was moving in on her his pants were off and a hard ten inch pole was heading her way. Bionca glanced around the room and saw Dave still standing somewhat behind her. Twenty years and she thought she was satisfied. She had more dick in her than ever before in her life. Dave was in her deep and thick and apparently had more to go. When the Big cock was presented to her salivating mouth as she was bent forward, allowing the huge log penetrating her to enter as deep as it chose. Dave's' grip oh her hips tightened as he pushed another few inches in her before his stomach met Bioncas' wide, spread ass.

Opening her mouth in discomfort and salaciousness allowed the hand in her hair to guide Bioncas' open mouth onto the thick bulbous cock that slid onto her wanting tongue. Bionca knew how and wanted to suck this young tender dick in her mouth but with the hard thrusts she was getting from Dave's five foot six wiry frame made it hard to concentrate and balance. She rested her hands on the thighs in front of her for support against the hard fuck and the ten inch protrusion searching for the back of her mouth. "Just flirt, not get double fucked by my daughter's coworkers." Bionca remembered her original intent as she felt the first squirts from her wanton pussy spit onto the hard beer bottle feeling inside her embattled pussy. Dave stuck his thumb in his mouth and placed his lubed digit into Bioncas' winking ass hole. His rotating thumb and hard strokes sent Bionca over the falls. Her pussy spasmed gushing torrents of cum deep inside. Her muscle control collapsed as the youth fucking her mouth pushed into her relaxed throat. Orgasm, after sense shattering orgasm ripped through Bionca, lifting her sexual energies to a wanton place she never knew existed. Her body convulsed with extreme shivers of delight, feeling hot cum spilling into her womb and throat. Though Bionca wished the feeling could last forever the long work day, the mind curling orgasms, and load of liquor caught up to her and she went to sleep.

Bionca came too with her body draped over the arm of the sofa. Dave was fucking her pussy with hard deep strokes hitting deeper with each stroke. The taller kid was positioning himself on the couch to put his dick in her mouth. When she tasted what she knew what was her own pussy juice she wondered how long she had been sleep. Bionca rationalized he must have fucked her while she was sleep. When she looked at her watch she saw that four hours had passed since she left home. Taking the eleven inch dick of the taller of the young boys Bionca started to suck for all she was worth trying to bring this glorious fuck to an end. Dave's cock was just too thick for her to squeeze her pussy muscles with, so she just moaned sounds of encouragement.

Once again she found her fires igniting in her velvety inferno. Bionca needed to use pussy juice and cum to stop it and fortunately for her there was plenty of both available. The young kid stroked the base of his dick while spewing cum into the hot mothers' mouth. Bionca relished swallowing the big load of cum. It felt like as she was drinking his semen it was flowing through her body and coming out as her own orgasm onto Dave's tunneling tool. The amount of girl cum sliding around his pole was enough for Dave to give her another blast from the biggest dick in the house tonight.

Bionca got up as soon as she was able to recover and found her way to the bathroom. She was surprised to see the top of her blouse was around her waist and her breasts were covered in welts and bite marks, more evidence that she was being fucked while she was sleep. Bionca came back to the living room where only Dave was left. Soon after, Marianne emerged from the bedroom alone. Her button less blouse was tucked into her shirt in no way covering her braless majestic breasts. Marianne's' pantyhose were so torn they were barely there, her mascara covered her face like a raccoon mask. With her hair looking like it had been put through an electric socket she looked over at her sitting mom and asked "Can we go now?"

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Please Stop Fucking... Thu.



Thursday started with a twist for the Harrum brood. Today Bill was the first to wake from his slumber. He popped awake a little earlier than normal. Bill's first thoughts went to his sexy wife Bionca out on her first 'don't ask don't tell' date. He woke to find her next to him, semi-dressed, sprawled on her stomach across the top of the sheets. Bill rose slowly as to not wake his wife. Bill stood at the foot of the bed and viewed Bionca. Her form fitting blue dress from the night before was bunched around her middle. Bionca had worn a silver body suit underneath her dress instead of underwear. Bill could see the body suit was opened at the convenient snaps between her thighs. The front flap extended out underneath her pussy and sheets, the flap had collected some of last night’s sperm. Bill knew the snaps weren't undone so his wife could take a leak.

Bionca's legs were gaped open and Bill could clearly see her swollen red pussy. Bionca's pussy looked like some one had abused her tortured pussy with sand paper. The back flap of her body suit had ridden up her ass to leave her overly rounded ass cheeks bare. The welts along her stockinged thighs and ass left no doubts of her prior evenings activities. 

Bill could tell Bionca had gotten the rough treatment last night with her new lover. Bill noticed some especially dark bruises seemed to pattern together. Bill sat on the foot of the bed and began a closer inspection of Bionca's battered globes. Bill could clearly see four dark circle imprints on each cheek, with welts extending from each. It looked almost as if he was looking down on the tops of eight ice picks patterned into Bionca. Bill astutely realized they were finger prints driven hard into his wife. 'Her lover must have fucked her standing up to leave marks like this', Bill thought to himself.

Visions of his always loving and faithful wife with her legs wrapped around the waist of some guy giving her a standing-fuck inflamed Bill's cock. Bill's movements became mechanical as he played possible images of his wife’s adultery in his mind. Her pussy looked worse for wear than Gertrude's did from the night before. Bill knew that Gertrude had forgiven him for getting her raped by the new houseguest after he ate her pussy. Bill felt the love of his wife in his heart as his head moved towards Bionca's beaten crotch. Bill wanted to soothe the love of his life, to make up for his part in the breakdown of their marital bliss.

The fact that Bill's dick was rock hard didn't register on him. He felt he was trying to make amends. Bill was in auto drive. Gertrude's aggressively forcing of his tongue into her cum soaked pussy had started something in Bill. Bionca was obviously in from a fresh fuck and instead of being outraged and jealous, Bill was turned on. His breathing became ragged. His tongue began to salivate the closer it got to the musky night before fucked pussy of his wife. His hands trembled as he reached out to touch the welts and bruises.

Bill hadn't fallen asleep till four in the morning, but it wasn't his lack of sleep that ruined his muscle control. As his tongue crept from his mouth inching closer to the sticky quim, Bill felt the sensation of himself falling off a mountain ledge. He was lost with no hope. The closer he got, the further he fell. When his tongue made contact with his wife's pussy he bottomed out in the sexual sensation of being made a cuckold.

Bill licked slowly from Bionca's clit to her asshole. Inching along, salivating, engulfed in the musk and taste. Bill was shivering and panting when his tongue dove into her asshole. The sticky substance from inside crept up his taste buds, driving his senses further along pushing his tongue deeper for more of last nights cum from his wife's asshole.

Bionca started to stir, not caring who was licking her rear entrance. She lifted her ass to let the tongue probe deeper. After her night of hard fucking it felt good to have someone easing her pain. When Bionca felt her body being turned over she spread her legs anxious for whatever may be coming. She was surprised to see it was her husband eating her sex. Bill never looked up, he was lost in passion. He jerked his dick while he ravenously ate all of the stickiness from last night out of Bionca.

It didn't take Bionca long to figure her husband knew he was eating a fresh fucked pussy. It made her pussy flow with the power of domination. Bionca reached for her husbands’ hair, pulling him ever tighter into her cum soaked pussy. "You have no idea what you've gotten me into you little bastard." Bionca spat at her tongue thrusting husband. Do you want to know what happened last night? Bill breathed the word yes in between gulps of pussy juice. "Spread my pussy wider and lick deeper if you want to hear what went on. 

Bill speared his tongue as deep as it would go almost strangling himself in an effort t to show his desire to his sexy wife. "Dave took me to a private club he knows called the Den. Every guy there has to have at least an eight inch dick to get in.

"Dave took off my blouse and skirt before we went in. He then turned me around and wrote some letters on my lower back and ass. So when we danced all I had on was my silver body suit and heels. It was pretty dark inside the club with a lot of private booths but he kept me on the dance floor with my ass exposed. Men started taking advantage of my predicament and started actually fucking me on the dance floor. Dave wouldn't let me move. He just continued to dance with me while different men fondled me till they found the snaps, and started pushing their pricks in my pussy and ass. Some of them weren't exactly gentle. Dave just stood there looking me in the eyes the whole time.

He didn't even fuck me. He just let the club members ravish me. After he let me leave the club he brought me back home, oh yeah lick right there, He had me pull up to our house but we parked on the street. Dave put me in the back of my car and had me suck his big cock till he came in my mouth. The whole time he kept calling me names while he forced that log of his down my throat. Dave then spun me around so I could see up our driveway as he poked his black cock into my ass. It was like he was daring me to throw away all that I had for a life with his big cock shoving up my ass. I'm so glad he didn't ask me to. 

While he was slamming into me, Dave pulled the back of my hair so that my cheek and tits were smashed against the window. I didn't think anyone would be out at four in the morning but up comes Mr. Wipple from up the block walking his poodle. I tried to move away but Dave held me in place taking his time pumping my ass. Mr. Wipple stopped next to the car and asked if I was alright through the window. I screamed yes! at the top of my lungs to make sure he heard me through the window and go away to end my humiliation. Dave decided to lower the window and shoved the top half of my body out the window never missing a stroke. Dave asked Mr. Wipple if he knew the cunt he was fucking. Mr. Wipple told him that he never knew me 'this well before'. Dave told him he could be the seventh or eighth man to fuck Bionca Harrum tonight! When he started squeezing my tits through my top I knew that old man was going to take advantage of his offer. 

Dave pulled me inside my SUV opened the door and laid me face down along the back seat, with everything above my stomach hanging out the car doorway. Mr. Whipple got all giggly while he squeezed my tits like a real perve. He pulled out his old cock and fucked my mouth. He laughed that the ‘stuck up Bionca Harrum is getting stuck up her ass. I guess we know you're just a sexy slut after all’. Bill I really did feel like a sexy slut while your elderly neighbor boned my mouth, oh lick deeper Bill. The old fart came a couple of drops in my mouth but then he grabbed my ears and pissed in my mouth. I couldn't back away with Dave still pounding my ass-hole, so the old fuck could take his time draining his cock in my mouth. Mr. Whipple then just stayed there giggling like a school kid while he squeezed my tits till Dave finally came in my ass and brought me inside.

"Finish me baby", Bionca cooed to her pussy eating husband. Bill had pulled so hard on his penis that it ached while he continued pumping and licking his wife to orgasm. Bionca Harrum,famous for her squirting orgasms, didn't disappoint her number one fan as she soaked Bills face and body with a fountain of cum. Bill opened his mouth and swallowed as much as he could until the wetness reached down to his pumping hands and lubricated him to orgasm.

Bill sat on the bed and asked his panting wife if she would show him how she was dressed last night on the dance floor. Bionca slowly rose to comply with her husbands new views on kink. Bionca removed the remnants of her clothes and refastened the sticky body suit. She then stepped into her pumps. Bill asked his wife to dance like she had last night. Bionca said the only way for me to do that would be for somebody to get behind me and balance me with a dick in me". When Bionca turned her back to her husband he could clearly see written in big bold letters across his wife's ass, CANT SAY NO! Bills cock leapt to attention as he went looking for her snaps!

Victoria met up with her sister Pamela after school for their tennis lessons. Pamela took the time on the drive over to have a conversation with Victoria to try to get some sort of grip on her distorted reality. Pamela explained in vivid detail all she had been witnessing this week, except for the finger sucking at Coaster-land.

Victoria wept along with her sister as they speculated on the recent turn of events. Victoria surmised her parents were going through some sort of mid-life crisis and started to try and figure ways to get them psychological help.

Pam however had taken on another path of thought. Pam figured her mother must be in love with their house guest Dave. She started to rationalize that if she could get him to stop having sex with her mom her parents could go back to a normal family life. Pamela reasoned that if Dave were out of the picture, her mother would go back to being with her dad, and he wouldn't need whoever that disgusting woman that he had been talking to on the bed yesterday.

Pam and Vicki concocted a plan that Pam would seduce Dave, Tim would kill Vicki if she thought about something like that, so it had to be Pam. Marianne was so lost in her world with Mark she would be no help. The big problem with their plan was Pam was still a virgin, and except for Marianne's boyfriends Mark monster cock pumping in her mouth a few times, she had no experience.

Pam figured she may as well ask Mary if she could borrow Mark since he liked her tits anyway. Vicki explained that Mary would probably beat her senseless first.

Deidre was patiently waiting on her students. She relaxed sipping on a frosty iced tea when the Harrum girls came in an hour late. They were booked for two hours, so it wasn't like she cared since she was paid by the club for the time regardless, Deidre just hated all these pompous, prejudiced members and their over pampered life styles. Her Brazilian and African decent made her the target of most of these stuck up bastards’ cocks, but only on the sly when no one else was around. The men and women here thought she was supposed to be happy to be offered their godly sex.

Deidre decided to take her frustrations out on her extremely late and rude students for not showing up on time. Deidre made them do thirty minutes of wind sprints then left both girls standing mid court winded as she left and drove off for the day.

Vicki and Pam headed for the showers until Vicki looked over and saw one of the grounds men staring at their sweat soaked bodies. Vicki got a moment of inspiration on Pam's lack of experience problem. "Pam, I think that guy likes us."

"So?"

"Just follow my lead" Vicki said to her younger sister. Vicki smiled and waived at the groundskeeper. He smiled and waived back. Vicki shifted her breasts and hair while never taking her eyes off the man. Vicki sauntered over to him with Pam in tow. Vicki asked him to do her a favor somewhere private. Manuel wasted no time leading the trio to his tool shed.

Vicki explained to Manuel that her sister just turned eighteen and really wanted to know how to suck a cock. "Vicki!?"

"We don't have time to waste, I'll tell you what to do, Tim keeps his cock in my mouth for a half hour at a time. Now get down on your knees before this guy changes his mind!"

Pam dropped to her knees, steeled in her resolve to do what she must to bring her family back together. Manuel was holding tight to his cross and thanking every god he ever heard of for his calling to be this virgins’ fuck instructor. Manuel started to roughly pull on Pam's oversized sweaty tits. Pam complained and Vicki told her she had to get used to it because guys really liked to squeeze tits. Pam again braced herself as she allowed her tits to be mauled by this strange man.

Manuel pulled her top down, and then pulled out his hard cock. He lowered himself and slid his nine inches in between her breasts as he squeezed them together. Pam's large soft breasts molded onto Manuel's cock in ecstatic glove. Manuel felt her young firm tits squeeze onto his cock and he knew he had been blessed for something good he had done. He pushed hard on her young tender breasts letting his dick slide up against her chin. Pam looked over to her sister "What do I do?"

"Bend down and lick his dick."

Pam looked down and the man meat repeatedly pushing through her breasts at her face. "It's wet and slimy!"

"Just open your mouth and put it in." Vicki urged her sister

Pam closed her eyes and slowly opened her lips. Manuel took his queue and pushed his cockhead over her velvet lips. It was too much for Manuel. No sooner had his cock touched her lips, he rubbed her tits against his balls and shot five hard spurts, two into her mouth, Pam's retreating face caught a shot in her open eye, her breast and her thigh as she fell back on her plump derriere.

"You have to swallow!" Vicki scolded her spitting sister. "Now wipe the cum out your eye and get back over there and try again. There is no way your going to get Dave's interest running scared every time he wants to cum."

"You didn't tell me... I didn't know... I'm sorry Manuel; will you please let me try again?"

Just as the conniving girls arrived home their grand parents came by. Their grandfather said his hello's then abruptly left. Bill and his mother Nancy went to the den where she explained that her and her husband were separating for a while. Nancy told her son that her condo would be ready in two weeks so she decided to stay with them until it was ready. Bill took it well, he knew of his fathers indiscretions since he was twelve years old and figured his dad's mistakes must have caught up to his marriage like his own recently had.

"Mom you can sleep in my room tonight, Bionca is over her mother's and I can sleep downstairs." Bill said with a dick twitch thinking of the night he had planned with his live in mistress. Bill hastily rushed his mother off to get settled in. Bill gave a brief and well hidden description of his overstuffed home this week, but said she could bunk with Pam since the guest house was full. Once Nancy was upstairs Bill moved like a cheetah towards the guest house.

Bill opened the door and saw two ebony bodies thrashing on the bed. Gertrude was on her knees while Dave was semi standing behind her pumping like a piston into her. Bill realized with Bionca over her mothers that his mistress would be subject to this guy's prick. Resignation at his less than alpha male status in his own home saddened Bill, yet he couldn't help but stare. Bills thoughts came to him slowly, and with each thought he became more mesmerized by the scene before him. 

'He does fuck awful fast'

'He does fuck awful hard'

'Wow, are his balls really that big'

'Can her pussy juice really be dripping down her thigh'

'Why is she telling him how great it is if he rapes her'

'This isn't rape, he gets to fuck, I get to lick'

'She's cheating too, God she loves his dick'

Bill's rock hard dick spoke for him, "Gertrude after your done getting raped I want to see you in the den." 

Dave never missed a beat and Gertrude slightly turned her head and said, "Yes, yeah baby yes, fuck yes, I'm cuming, fuck yes, I'm coming to, yes to, den, come, cum, yes, cummmmming!"

Bill withdrew to his den ready to eat pussy!

Dave exited the shower after a few good hard fucks with Gertrude, spent and tired. Dave was having visions of sugar plums dancing in his head when he smelled her. With his boxers on towel drying his hair he froze. She smelled like love. When Dave looked over at the young blonde seated on the edge of the bed, in a body hugging blue dress. Pam's blonde hair was lying straight down over her shoulders pointing at her braless breasts.

When Pam explained that she had been seduced by Dave's sexual advances and come to give in to them Dave saw right through her. Dave wasn't sure why she wanted to be there but for some reason he decided to make this one special. "So you've come down here to get some of this cock you saw in our mom huh?" Dave pulled on his soft cock for emphasis.

Pam wanted to bolt right then, but knowing her family was at stake and Vicki outside the door she felt brave enough to hold her ground. "Yes". Dave strode to the fidgety girl and climbed on the bed behind her. From his knees he said nothing as he slowly slid his hands around to slowly massage her satin covered breasts. Pam readied for the brutal mauling she expected as she had learned from Manuel and Vicki, but instead he slowly rubbed her breasts in admiration. Pam was surprised and inhaled thrusting her breasts into Dave's hands. Dave responded by slowly caressing her extending nipples.

Dave let his hands drift down to her panty less crotch and squeezed her pussy through her dress. He was happy she came to play, but whatever her angle, Dave was going to make her his. Pam squirmed as she opened her thighs to the sensations of Dave's manipulations. Dave took his time rubbing her pussy till he could feel the wetness through her dress. All the while kissing in her ears and telling her how sexy she was. When Dave lifted her back onto the bed by her pussy, Pam's head fell back and Dave lowered his head to plant a slow succulent kiss on her lips.

Pam wasn't ready to be so turned on. Sex with Manuel had been so clinical but Dave was pushing all the right buttons. An arm around her back, a hand on her breast, a hand stroking her pussy underneath her dress, and an experienced kisser probing her mouth with his tongue. Pam paid no heed as her dress top came down. Dave lowered his mouth to her nipples as he began inserting his fingers into her damp pussy. Pam had no control of her breaths as she jerked from each new manipulation of his mouth or his fingers.

Dave took his time, lifting her one level after another in new sexual awareness. Each time his black lips covered her creamy breasts Pam gasped for air again. Dave pushed his finger into her pussy until he felt her hymen. He then proceeded to finger her pussy with vigor all the while sucking from one breast to another. Pamela shuddered in her first orgasm. She couldn't control herself as she reached for Dave's head and planted a deep tongue swirling kiss on his lips. Dave continued vigorously pumping his two fingers in and out her oozing pussy. Pam lay back on the bed reveling in the bliss of her first orgasm. Dave descended his tongue into her nether regions and slowly blew on her damp pussy lips. Jolting Pam was becoming his favorite treat as Dave applied kisses to Pam's pussy lips. Pam squeezed her breast in observance of Dave's absent lips when his tongue finally started to creep into her womb.




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The only thought Pam had was of Dave. She lost Vicki standing outside the door. She lost why she needed to get Dave away from her mom. She lost putting her family back together. She found she wanted Dave. She wanted Dave to keep sliding his magnificent tongue deeper and deeper. Pam wanted Dave to keep wanting her. Pam felt the new sensation building up in her. She felt it coming much harder than before. She felt it building like a tsunami from deep inside her. Dave felt her muscles tensing, hips undulating, shortness of breath and like a master chef he knew it was time to add the last ingredient. Just as Pam's orgasm reached that point of no return Dave sucked Pam's clit into his mouth, nibbling and licking while twisting his head and she gushed!

Pam was a gusher! Dave pulled and twisted on her clit while her hips bucked and twisted as Pam shot stream after stream of cum blasting onto Daves' chin. Pam luxuriously cuddled in Dave's arms for a while until he told her she needed to leave. Pam wanted Dave to take her virginity but he insisted he'd let her have some dick eventually, but she needed to let somebody else break her in. Pam left the guest house frustrated and confused her plan with Vicki had failed. Dave was going to keep on fucking their mom if she didn't make him want her. The two girls sat in the living room trying to figure out how to fix things.

When Vicki and Pam went downstairs to see Dave ,Tim had come home with a hard dick. He ran into Bill's mom Nancy upstairs when he was looking for Vicki. After introductions Tim noticed that Bill's mom had been helping herself to some liquor. Having it all sometimes makes you want it all. Tim wanted to put his dick in Victoria or at least hope to sneak some of Bionca's wet pussy. Hard dicks make some of the weirdest decisions sometimes. Bill's old mom wasn't sexy but the thought of plowing through three generations of Harrum women made Tim's cock twitch. Nancy had been sipping regularly on her drink while she spoke with her grand daughters’ boyfriend.

Nancy let loose with a lot of information about her needs to try new things. How upset she was that she felt as though she missed out while her husband continuously chased skirts even into his old age. When Nancy started sobbing Tim took advantage and stood by her seated on the bed's edge. He put his arms around her while he let his crotch make contact with Nancy's drooping head. Tim comforted Nancy as cock started to harden recognizing the familiar place near a face. Nancy's sobs lessened as she started to become coherent of the hardening cock rubbing against her cheek. When she tried to push away Tim insisted she needed to get it all out.

Nancy wasn't sure of his innocence but the depression she was feeling and the need for human contact pushed her into giving in to Tim's sweet advances. When Tim started talking about how bad she must need to feel a man lust for her Nancy broke down even more and took her hand that was free of the drink and hugged Tim closer by grabbing his muscular ass. Tim patiently waited as Nancy's sobs again slowed as she tried with all her might to not give away her feeling of this childs’ ass.

Tim was her grand daughters’ boyfriend and yet that knowledge couldn't pull her hands away from his muscular tightness. Nancy couldn't pull her self from the heat of Tims’ hard dick sliding along her cheek. No way would Nancy figure this young man could actually be grinding against her face. Tim could feel every gentle squeeze of Nancy's hand, her legs making the cricket movement. Tim released his aching cock and pointed it at Nancy's mouth. "Tim, no... umph, umph, you can't... umph, umph, please... umph uhmm, uhmm uhmm, oh my... uhmm, uhmm, uhmm..." 

Nancy never let go of that spectacular ass. She had never dreamed an ass could feel so virile. Nancy felt Tim's ass constrict ass he started to pump his dick all the way in her throat. He was no longer sweet as he ground his cock in her choking throat. Tim used Nancy's throat like a wet tight pussy. Tim pulled his dick out and turned out the light. Nancy gulped her drink that she had held the whole time she was being throat fucked. Tim pounced on Nancy and stripped her pants and panties in one tug. Nancy's protests were quickly silenced in Tim's usual method of shoving her face into the pillows. Her pussy betrayed her by lubricating for that big black cock pushing into her pussy. If Nancy could speak she would have said, 'no' 'stop' etc. Instead her voice shrieked like a coachs’ whistle. 

If not for being shoved into the pillow Nancy's scream would have been heard for a mile. More shrieks as Tim shoved his cock in her pussy. After forty faithful years to her husbands five inch dick Nancy couldn't hold it in. Tim was thrusting in her pussy like a savage. She broke into more of a bleat like a lamb sounds when having sex. Nancy was being fucked. Tim made no effort to give a damn if she got off on this fuck. To him she was an old piece of meat that was necessary to complete a set. For Nancy it was hell having her pussy broken and stretched.

Nancy was feeling sorry for herself thinking about leaving her husband to see what was in the world and here she was taking eleven inches of hard black cock not two minutes out the door. Nancy felt helpless to stop what was happening. Her pussy started to tell her what was happening, Tim was fulfilling her dreams. Tim was brutally pounding her pussy just for the sake of coming! No wine, no dinner, just great big hot cock raiding her cunt. Nancy caught on to her chance of a lifetime fuck and tried to fuck back as much as the pain would allow. Tim heard her screams die down and decided to take his hand from the back of her throat and put both hands on her hips. Nancy felt herself being thrown around like a rag doll and began to smile in rapture. In all her years she never imagined she would ever be involved in such a hot fuck. 

Nancy gave in completely, coming just from the feeling of weightlessness as she was being pounded. Tim made short work of the old woman and made her lick him clean after he shot his load in her. Nancy was still sucking Tim's dick and rubbing his balls as he started to get up. Cupping Tim's balls Nancy murmured 'thank you' as Tim pulled away from the slumping Nancy.

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Tue.

Bionca woke early Tuesday morning feeling invigorated. She couldn't wait to spring from her bed and go out to attack the treadmill this morning. Her night of debauchery was replaying over and over in her mind thinking about the horse endowed Dave's rampage in her still sore pussy. Bionca could still feel the rawness of her inner walls as she got ready for her day. The multitude of orgasms she experienced on the dick of Dave gave her energy in abundance. If Mr. William Harrum was going to move his little black plaything into the house, she sure as hell was determined to have a little fun herself. Today she was going to be the sunshine, Bionca's told her-self continuing her recent trend of dressing ever more provocatively outside of the home.

Marianne and Bill shared breakfast, Bill eyeing her all the while for signs of 'come fuck me' in her clothes or demeanor. It was hard for him not to steer the conversation to her relationship with Mark, since his dick kept asking him if she had gotten fucked again? With Gertrude serving the meal he tried to focus on her b-cup breast that never would need a bra, to avoid the sex subject with his oldest. It worked till she spoke up.

"Bill, I know you think I've screwed up pretty bad lately. I also know you think me being with Mark is pretty stupid, being he already has a girlfriend and everything, but this is a new thing and I'm going to try and see it through. I'm only telling you this because I know she's at his house a lot so when he gets a chance to see me he'll probably come here."

"Look if you think I'm going to just give my blessings on your fuck-girl status your crazy," Bill said trying to sound stern as his bulging dick pushed and pulled at his pants trying to break free.

"Like I said Bill, I know how you feel but regardless I'm still asking you not to be an asshole if he's around. I'll keep him in my room if you prefer?" Marianne questioned.

Bill's cock felt like he swallowed an overdose of viagra. It was screaming "I'll call him spook-monkey if I have to, to get him up in your room beating your pussy to a pulp!" Bill thought about echoing the words of his dick, since he knew he wanted to make Marianne mad so he could get Mary out the house quick. Bill absolutely had to tear into Gertrude's pussy before his two youngest daughters woke. The long day that lay ahead of him in 'make up work' motivated him.

Bill said "Marianne your twenty three years old. I'm not here to make your choices. Your Mother wasn't a slut as far as I know but..."

Marianne's face cringed hearing her father call her a slut for falling for this one man. Marianne had watched her dear old dad put a family friend out of business just to get back an old client. It wasn't a large account, he told her did it for principle. That same William Harrum, her father, was passing moral judgment on her. Marianne became so infuriated she grabbed her things and stormed from the house.

Bill inwardly smirked. He knew he'd apologize later but for right now he grabbed Gertrude by the braids and pulled her back into the guest quarters.

Victoria and Pamela woke a little later than usual, surprised to not be awaken by Gertrude as was the norm. Pamela and Victoria-Veronica shared the upstairs bathroom, theirs the only bedrooms to not have private bathrooms. The two youngest Harrum girls rushed out the house moments after a Dagwood run to the door by their fleeing father.

With three cars peeling from the horseshoe driveway like a cannonball run the Harrum family went onto their lives of normality. Pamela's day went at school went on as usual as she was accosted for being fat by the cute boys she desired, while the pervs tried to get at her large swollen tits. Victoria spent her day at college going through the motions. Her mind wandered to Tim over and over. Victoria looked into the crowds expecting to see his hulking frame but the day came to an end with Vicky upset at herself for missing Tim.

Bionca had gotten hit on three times today at work and then again at her ladies club by the twenty year old valet. Bionca arrived home first. Worn from a day of smiles and walking triumphantly in high heels she quickly bathed, grabbed a light snack and headed for bed. Pamela arrived home after her tennis lessons too late and too tired to eat dinner. Pam did grab a little desert on her way up the stairs, for the sweet comfort of sleep. Vicky came in feeling down after studying with her girlfriend Gwen. Victoria wanted to reach out to someone but found her Mom and Pam sleep. Victoria went to her room to numb her pining mind with channel surfing.

Marianne met up at a happy hour near job with her girlfriend Stacey. After a couple of drinks she began to confide in her red headed girlfriend. Marianne went into detail over drinks about her recent encounters with Mark, from beginning to end. At the end of her tale, Marianne's girlfriends' expression was one of deep concern. Stacey knew her friend well enough to know she was struggling with her emotions so she didn't probe.

Stacey spoke after another round and fending off two would be romeos, "Let's get out of here. This place seems to not be exactly helping to lift your spirits."

Marianne and Stacey drove to Stacey's apartment. Stacey always was the 'try-sexual' type and watching the incredibly hot Marianne get hotter telling of the hot fucking she had been getting made her plump thighs tingle. Just as her torrid tales from a couple of days ago began her sister Victoria's orgasm at the breakfast table, Stacey's sexual energies started gravitating towards her vaginal region.

Stacey playfully began to assault her girlfriend in a mock wresting style. Laughingly reminding Marianne that she liked it rough. Marianne giggled along with her stubbier friend wrestling around in Stacey's living room. After some time Marianne began to get tired and wanted to take a break, but Stacey would have none of it.

Marianne had always been blessed with a killer bod and never had to work at it. Her lack of conditioning made it easy for Stacey to pin her to the floor face first on her stomach. Stacey smacked Marianne's ass with the flat of her hand causing a sting to pierce into her perfectly soft and rounded ass cheek.

"Stop it!" Marianne wailed at Stacey.

"You like it rough don't you? I see how hot you get when talking about a hard fuck." SMACK!

"Ow! That's enough stop it you bitch!"

"Are you mad I'm not your super dick?" SMACK!

Stacey kept punishing Marianne's ass while taking advantage of Marianne's admitted sexual weaknesses. Stacey lifted Mary's skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties to just below ass level. The perfect, naked globes sent her into a frenzy of lust and jealousy. She had been a good friend all these years and never once had Mary showed her an interest and now this big black cock has her heated up just thinking about it.

Stacey let off years of sexual frustration as she spanked the delectable globes, trembling in the wake of the punishment. Marianne tried to throw her meaty friend from her back as the blows rained on her unprotected ass cheeks. Her voice now nothing more than a whimper she begged Stacey to stop.

Instead Marianne felt hands rubbing her moist pussy. "I knew you liked it rough!" Stacey chided as she pulled the pantyhose and panties off the defeated Marianne. She dove head first into the wounded buns of Marianne, her tongue cutting a path form asshole to pussy. The shocked Mary pushed at the ground surprised at the new sensation, the force of which arched her back in pleasure and allowed the probing tongue to enter her pussy walls.

Mary tried to stammer another plea to get her friend to quit, but the involuntary grinding of her hips onto the invading tongue cut her pleas short. The caresses on Mary's bruised ass made her pussy yawn open all the much more in anticipation of further sexual ramparts. Stacey's bobbing red head dove with abandon in Mary's juicing hole. The pussy flow was extreme as it soaked Stacey's rapturous face. An orgasm shot from Mary like an overflowing volcano putting a gloss onto Stacey's rounded baby face.

The portly redhead stripped off her clothes and flipped the trembling Mary over. "Sixty-nine time!" Stacey grunted as she fastened her lips on Mary's quivering clit. The electric spasms that rocked her body when clit contact was made pumped her hips repeatedly in a jack hammer motion towards the lips that were giving her clit such wild sensations. Her mouth opened in response to the pleasure and was met with Stacey's clit. Marianne nursed the presented clit as the pussy ground against her sexy red lips. Mary looked delicious with her long golden hair spread like a fan on the carpet while she was getting a mouth full of the red bush of her confidant.

Entering Mary's gushing quim wasn't difficult for Stacey's four fingers pressed into a cone. She pushed her fingers as deeply as she could, lost in the conquering of the physically perfect Mary. The cell phone rang as Mary was entering her third orgasm. Stacey enjoying the kink of answering Marianne's phone while she had her mouth busy on her sex, as she reached her sticky hand into Mary's pocket and throatily said "Hi."

"I'm ready to put my dick in you."

"Oh that sounds really nice." Stacey said back to the husky voice she surmised must be Mark.

"Who is this?"

"It's her girlfriend; she was just telling me all about you. That's why I said that sounds really nice."

"What do you look like?" Mark asked.

"Red headed with blue-green eyes, and thick" replied Stacey huskily to him.

"So she told you about this cock she's getting?"

"Yes." Stacey purred back into the phone, all the while using her weight to pin Marianne between her thick thighs. "Marianne's mouth is full right now but I'm sure she would love it if you came by since your ready and all."

"What's the address?" Mark said already heading out his door looking forward to a long night of fucking.

Bill's time for entry into his large abode was focused purely on his getting a chance at his maid Gertrude. After a route of the house Bill figured this would seem like a good time to sprint for the guest quarters. When he found Gertrude watching television in the crotch less uniform, that hugged her tightly while it shimmered in the televisions glow; Bill reached into his trouser fly and pointed his rock hard dick towards the seated Gertrude's sweet thick lips.

Bill felt like he was being jettisoned across the room as an unseen force seemed to hurl him at that sexy African mouth. Bill didn't bother with the hi's or how was your days, just dick straight in mouth and deep strokes. After about five minutes, Bill and Gertrude jumped at a loud BANG at the guest quarters private entrance. Bill had no time to react to the second BANG as the door gave way to a two-hundred and forty pound raving lunatic.

"Mr. Harrum what the fuck do you think you're doing with my sister?" Tim screamed at the back peddling Bill.

Gertrude screamed as she jumped at her advancing twin brother. "Tim, get the fuck out of here!"

Bill remembered Tim from Coaster-Land. He didn't remember being terrified of him. "Hey, wait a second; we don't have to get violent. I don't want any trouble; this was supposed to be private."

Tim yelled "You're married and I see you through the window fucking my fraternal twins face. Slut!" Tim exclaimed as he shoved his much smaller self to the ground. Bill braced himself for what he knew would be a severe one-sided beating. Fortunately for Bill, Gertrude was used to her younger brother (by three minutes)'s temper and quickly sprung up and grabbed tight onto his earlobe.

"You are going to get out of here right now"! Gertrude pulled her baby hulk brother towards the door and shoved him out. The still determined Tim insisted she put out Mr. Harrum too if he was to leave. "You are not going to hit my boss prick."

"Fine, send him out to talk then." The enraged and barely controlled Tim snapped back to his sibling.

"Fine, whatever." Gertrude turned to the cowering Lord of the Manor," Bill go have his little macho man to man with him. He just needs to get it off his chest. If you don't go talk, Tim'll just keep boiling till he snaps violent, believe me I know."

Bill was one step away from pissing himself. He never pulled up his pants zipper but his cock had retreated so far inside his underwear it wasn't really that important. Bill had dealt with many men as a cut-throat, tonight he was feeling the role of the victim shadowing over him. He swallowed up his courage with a gulp and went to try and quiet the noisy man-child-beast that stood a few feet outside the door frame.

Tim calmed as he put his arm around Bill's shoulder, getting a good grip with his strong beefy hand. Tim pulled Bill into a slow walk away from the guest quarters towards the house. Tim explained to Bill that being a married man it might not be a good idea to have his wife find out. Being practically family, since he was dating Victoria anyway he rationally explained he didn't want any objections to his moving in the house with his girl.

"Tim, I'm glad you want to keep this between us but I..." Bills words were cut by Tim's left hand descending from his shoulder to his left buttock and squeezing with the strength of a hydraulic press. He spun Bill to face him almost like a dancer would a ballerina. With his hands up to push at Tim's rock hard chest Bill held in his scream as fear caught his throat. Being forced into the face of this young beast of a man took all traces of his masculinity.

"I'm not asking Mr. Harrum! You fuck my sis, I fuck your daughter, and we keep it all in the family right dad?" Tim spoke as he smacked Bill in the side of the head for good measure.

The excruciating pain and overwhelming fear made Bill nod his head. Tim continued to pull Bill in the house. "Which door is hers?" Tim said as he adjusted a large mass of meat in his jeans.

"Vicky-Veronica's is the second on the right." Bill was relieved when Tim released his grip and smiled as he strode confidently up the stairs. He felt coward that he pointed Tim to his middle daughter, but better her than him being scraped up into an ambulance. Bill decided now would be a good time to get to his marital bed. His renewed appreciation for it made him happy when he found Bionca asleep and dressed sexily just in case he wanted her.

Victoria however was just falling into a reluctant sleep when her light clicked on. "Tim how did you get in?"

"I just moved in, me and your old man just finished working out the details." Tim said with a smile spreading across his thick lips. His eyes slowly descending over her t-shirt and panty clad body.

"You can't do this, no way am I going to have you just move into my bedroom no matter what my dad says!" Victoria started to raise her voice outraged that he had somehow conspired his way into her life. Tim didn't want her to get too loud so he leapt across the room to use his hand to muzzle her mouth. Tim knocked Victoria back on the bed landing on top. Victoria began to struggle and scream louder. Panicking Tim put a pillow over her head to drown out the sound. He then reached under her shirt and pulled on the nipple of her tremendous breast.

Tim huskily spoke while squeezing Victoria's nipple tight. "Shut the fuck up!" As her screams died down to whimpers Tim released some of the pressure he used to hold her mouth shut while he started massaging her breast. Using his chin he slid the pillow to the side and looked into Victoria's tear filled face. "You are one sexy bitch!" Tim said when he removed his hand and replaced it with his crushing lips. Victoria hands squeezed at on her mattress desperately trying to find some sort of control. Tim pulled at her panties but Victoria pulled back at them, until Tim applied pressure to her breast. She just cried into the tongue probing deep inside her mouth, while she felt her panties descending her thighs. When her panties reached her knees Tim stopped and pulled out his eleven inch pussy stretcher. He backed off Victoria momentarily and lifted her legs so her ankles were on either side of his head. He then bent went back to probing into Victoria's mouth. He used his hips to guide his thick prick over Victoria's bouncing pussy. She had no way of getting free, doubled over with both of breast being squeezed. Victoria tried to pull her vulnerable pussy away from the hot poker grinding against her opening.

"Yeah, you're going to make a good fuck!" Tim growled as he spat in his fingers. Tim put his lips quickly back over Victoria's as he lubed her pussy and his 'light bulb' cock head. Turning her face to the side and again covering her face with the pillow Tim drove his dick into his prize. Victoria's virginity was lost on this black rock hard pole.

"God, please, please." Tim was smiling over the squirming Victoria listening to her words muffled beneath the pillow. Her tight channel tried to resist his space invading cock. Pre-cum, weight training and determination, battered Victoria's virgin pussy instead. Tim penetrated her deeper with each stroke. When he finally reached the base of his strong staff Victoria's screams subsided again. Tim figured he'd got her into it, Victoria however had just accepted her fate now that her cherry was gone nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Tim began slow power filled strokes into the imprisoned girl. He reached down and stroked her sexy thighs on his way to her small tight ass cheek. Tim pretended he didn't hear the door creak open. He knew who ever was there was going to get a good show. He hoped Bionca had made her way in so he could finish with her abundantly flowing pussy. Tim decided now would be a good time to really lay the pipe to her so he began a hard fast stroke into the newly used pussy eliciting moans from the unresisting Victoria. Tim waited for a few minutes before he quickly turned his head to catch the doe eyed Bill Harrum staring at his middle daughter taking eleven inches of black cock. Bill was so concentrated on Victoria's pussy being violated he didn't notice Tim looking him straight in the eye.

Laughing to himself he spun Victoria over onto all fours with her head pushed down into the mattress facing away from the door. After filling her hole from behind as he grabbed the back of her throat and pushed her face deep into the cushion as he hammered and plowed into her pussy at gale force. Looking back Tim saw Bill staring rubbing his crotch. Tim turned back and used both hands to grip Victoria's hips to drive home with all his might. Victoria gripped the mattress for support trying to survive her first sexual encounter. She in no way liked it but she was determined to endure.

This time when Tim looked back he caught Bills eyes and he stared directly into him, with his body slightly twisted Tim started spurting come into Bill's middle daughter. He made loud beastly sounds as he groaned his pleasure never taking his eyes from Bill. Being caught by Tim wasn't the reason Bill closed the door. He was afraid someone else would hear and see him standing at door with a major boner!

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Please Stop Fucking... Wed.



Wednesday came for the Harrum family in the normal progression. First to wake as always was the energetic matron Bionca. Her passion for exercise was the vent she had utilized as a means of dealing with her obnoxious and cold husband Bill. Bionca had spent most of her married years dutifully servicing her husband. She knew he had women on the side but until recently had always kept it discreet.

Bionca wanted to wake him this morning with a blow job but found him spent, with the smell of unknown pussy juice on his dick. Bionca didn't react; instead she let her sleeping husband dream on of the slender African house-keeper that he unceremoniously moved into her home.

Bill's own actions relieved her of any guilt she may have felt for her indiscretions at the hands of her daughter’s boyfriends. Bionca did feel a little remorse for her first step into her own felicity with Tim her middle daughters Victoria's new beaux. That day at Coaster land she had no mental defenses for what happened. She wasn't prepared to feel that heated from the touch of Tim's hand.

This morning she would do weights. At forty years old Bionca suddenly felt she needed to be stronger. Somehow she would have to hold herself and her family together. Bionca grabbed her things and decided to get dressed downstairs, for fear of awakening Bill and her not being able to control her desire to confront him now.

   Bionca showered in the downstairs bathroom. After toweling off she heard a light knocking at the front door. "The bitch Gertrude wasn't on duty for another hour and a half" Bionca thought to herself as she hurriedly pulled on her sports bra, blouse and skirt. Bionca left the bathroom and peered over the steps at the front door. Bionca saw Mark her oldest daughter Marianne's boyfriend waving to her through the glass on the oversized double doors beyond the foyer.

Bionca went to the door with her hair still wet from the shower to answer the door looking like the classic wet model. When she opened it Bionca saw Dave walking up the drive behind Mark. Her eyes went wide as she tried to push the door shut. Mark pushed his way in as Bionca strained her voice in a hushed snarl, "You can't bring Dave into my house you idiot. He may have told you about the train those guys at your house pulled, but I'm still a married woman."

"If you wanna play the little married Mary Poppins go ahead." Mark quietly spat back at Bionca while Dave shut the door. "According to the guys you've got the wettest pussy known to man. They say you squirt cum like a geyser! I don't believe them so I want to see for myself."

"I thought you were seeing my daughter. Are you going to black mail me into fucking you Mark?"

"Nope I'm here to lay some pipe into Marianne before work; we have a long day today. Dave is crashing at my house for a while and when I told him I was coming to get some morning pussy, he said he would come along for some too."

"Bionca, babe," Dave said as he approached the panic stricken wife. "I know how wet that pussy gets for me just let me pump some juice up this juicy pussy of yours." Dave snarled into Bionca's ear as his hands grabbed her around her waist, as the other hand pushed between her thighs to rub on her pussy mound.

Bionca struggled against his grip to free herself while being careful to try not to make any noise. She started to feel Dave's grip weaken as he concentrated on furiously pumping her pussy through her form fitting skirt. Just as she began to free herself, Bionca felt Mark pull her from Dave, like a ball being passed in a sports game, Bionca was now held by the wall leaning Mark. Dave stepped in front of Bionca and pushed his trousers to his ankles. Bionca stared at his 'third leg' bulging and throbbing.

"Not here, please!?" Bionca begged to the advancing Dave. His response was a sneer on his lips and a stroke on his hard dick as he moved closer to Bionca. Dave lifted the resisting legs of Bionca and placed them into the hands of his accomplice. Marks hands pulling on the back of her knee joints forced Bionca's naked pussy to point directly towards the taker of her fidelity virginity. The first cock other than her husbands was back for another plunge into her wetness.

"Yeah no panties, I guess you knew I was coming so you baked these cakes for me" Dave said as he slid his hard cock over her naked ass cheeks. Dave grabbed the base of his thick dick and pointed the head against Bionca's panty less pussy lips.

"Dave I love your big, magnificent, juicy dick. I'll come over tonight after work and suck it good for you good. You can take your time and fuck me good. You know you can make me your bitch with that beautiful weapon honey. I want it bad but please a little later." Bionca pleaded in an attempt to find mercy in Dave. Dave just pushed as he stretched her pussy inward.

There was no use; Bionca spent far too many years getting her body used to being available for cock. Her lack of control of the situation and the joy of the upcoming fuck let her lusts seize control of her senses. The pain of the first few inches of Dave's monster puncturing her womb turned on her inner faucet like magic. With the power of her juices coating her pussy lips, Bionca's pussy lips went from being pushed inwards by the tip of Dave's black cock to reaching outward in an attempt to gobble more of it. "That's my bitch." Dave said as he continued sliding more of his dick into Bionca's hole. Dave reached under Bionca and gripped her precum smeared ass cheeks for leverage and drove his cock all the way home.

"Oww!" Groaned from Bionca's lips as Dave began a hard deep stroke into Bionca's entrapped body. "You know it's a big cock, can't you at least take it easy David."

"Your wet pussy says you like it rough. I'm not fucking you; it's your pussy I'm listening to." Dave said while he increased his tempo into a pussy pulverizing pace. Mark encouraged his friend to make her squirt like he promised. Dave obliged by reaching into her blouse and squeezing hard on Bionca's erect nipple. When Dave touched her nipple it was like a switch being turned on, Bionca began moaning 'Uh Uh,' as her stomach began to tremble. It was as if Dave's squeezing of her tits released an energy flow that she couldn't control. Bionca's muscles involuntarily spasmed, her legs shook in the hold of Mark's hands, that kept her doubled over in mid air. Bionca's pinned arms quivered as her hands pulled and tugged on Marks pants. Her thrashing head wouldn't allow her mind to focus. Bionca felt like all of her insides were spilling from her as her orgasm released a torrent of flow from her pussy splattering Dave's thrusting groin. Each thrust forcing more of her cum to soak the lower half of his torso. Some of the cum splashed off of Dave's abdomen onto Bionca and Mark making Mark swear "Damn!" 

They released the spent Bionca onto the floor that was covered in a puddle of cum. Bionca lay in a daze in a pool of her own cum, soaking her clothing. She didn't witness the guys exchanging high fives, or Mark handing Dave some cash. Mark rubbed the crotch of his pants and headed up the stairs. Dave in the meantime turned back to Bionca laying in a damp heap on the floor moaning 'fuck' over and over to herself. He tossed his wet slacks to the side then rolled Bionca onto her back and reinserted his cock into Bionca's dripping pussy.

Mark went searching for Marianne's room to get some use out of his early morning hard on that was aching after playing part to the taking of Bionca. He went to the first room and listened. He heard what sounded like flesh pounding. Thinking his little bitch was cheating on him he cracked the door to Tim sodomizing Victoria. Victoria was pleading for some mercy while Tim was telling her she could take it. Mark snickered and closed the door. Up the hall way he could see the master bedroom obviously marked by the double doors and a hallway that he figured must lead to the bathroom.

Mark guessed this door to be Marianne's. He opened the door boldly and was rewarded to the sleeping girl lying with her back turned Mark mistook Pam's hair for Marianne's golden tresses. Mark pulled his cock from his pants grabbed it by the base and went over to the sleeping Pam. Mark reached around and grabbed her abundant breasts through the sheets, while he smacked Pam in the cheek with his cock to wake her. Pam woke to the feeling of having her face smacked by cock. As she turned to ask what was going on all she got out was the 'wh' as Mark's dick head slipped into her opening mouth.

They locked eyes; Mark wrestled with the fact that he had his dick in the wrong mouth. Pam was a little more plump but just as beautiful as her built for modeling older sister, the tit in his hand slowed Mark’s decision making capabilities some as well. Pam twisted free ready to scream before Mark made some very hasty introductions and explanations. He apologized and got directions to Marianne's bedroom. As he left, standing with his big hard dick still sticking out his pants Mark said, "Your tit feels just as good as your sisters, and they're a lot bigger too." Looking at her exposed breast, that had come loose in his reluctance to release it when she broke free.

Pam was startled into full alert. She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the closed door. Pam was trying to figure why she didn't put up more of a fight when she found Mark's cock in her mouth. Why did she wait and let him pump his cock in her mouth a few times before she broke free. Why didn't she cover the breast that came free of her nightie from his manipulations?

Pam desperately wanted to talk to someone. She left her room knowing Marianne would be tied up for a while. She went next door to Victoria's room. The door wasn't all the way shut. Pamela pushed the door open a peek and saw the hulking form of Tim's buttocks moving in and out, obviously fucking the mouth of her sister seated on the floor with her back pinned against her bed and holding on for dear life to the back of his muscular thighs.

Pam shut the door, assuming her mother had left early as usual she went to get some comfort from her father. Pam slowly opened his door expecting to have to wake him. She was surprised to see him seated on the side of his mattress, on his cell phone with his back to the door. Pam intended to wait politely for his call to end but was shocked to realize her father appeared to be rubbing his crotch while she heard him saying, "Make sure you wear something I like to work today. My cock's been getting a real work out from some new tight pussy I've been getting, and it could use some time recuperating in my favorite cocksuckers’ mouth."

Pam immediately backed out the room pulling the door behind her. Pam stood in the hallway trying to get a grip. The Brady life-style she had grown accustomed too was falling all around her. Pam started down towards the kitchen in need of some comfort food. She heard the sounds of sex as she went down. Her tormented mind didn't want to know, but inner curiosities moved her quietly down the steps.

Pam walked to the end of the steps trying to be inconspicuous. Dave and her mother never looked up as he had one leg around his shoulder delivering rapid thrusts into Bionca. Pam walked around to the other side of the staircase and peered back into the foyer. It sounded like a plunger as Dave stroked Bionca's wet pussy. It seemed to Pam that somehow her family had joined the sex army determined to do more fucking by seven am then most people do all day.

"God this is good dick, fuck me big daddy, fuck me!" Bionca spoke a lot louder then she intended. Pam watched intently as Dave drove his cock into her mom. Her vision became exaggeratedly clear as they zoomed into another man having his way with her PTA mom. When her eyes met Dave's he reacted by lifting both her mothers legs over his shoulders. He stood up and gripped Bionca’s tits, while he smiled at the frozen Pam. Eighteen years old just isn't old enough to swallow the 'red pill'. Through the looking glass this strange smiling man was pounding her mother like he was trying to drive her through the marble floor.

Pam backed away from the staircase as if she could duck the kisses being blown to her by Dave. She really needed some-one now! Pam was delirious. Her whole world just changed in fifteen minutes. Pam retreated to the library to try and find some sort of solace.

When Bionca was being pile driven she made up her mind that she would also find room in the house for a piece of action herself. 'Revenge is best served when driven into you' was her thought of the moment. "You love this wet pussy don't you Dave" Bionca hissed as his cock began exploding into her pussy.

"Yeah, this is the wettest pussy I've ever had." Dave added as he dropped his spent body onto the still bucking Bionca. She was milking all the come from his dick as she continued.

"Stay with me for a while super cock! Fuck me to sleep lover."

"How am I gonna to stay in the house with your husband B?" Dave said as he nibbled on her breast.

"I'll tell him you’re the new gardener, plumber it doesn't matter, just say you'll move in and keep that lovely black cock near my pussy."

"Look you've got some good pussy and all but I don't need all of that conflict, I'm sure you'll make an excuse to come get some cock."

"I'll pay!" Bionca spat in desperation. Surprising herself that she needed Dave so badly. "I mean I won't use you as a prostitute or nothing, but if you stay a while maybe I can help you start a business or something. I have a lot of business friends; you must be out of work if you’re sleeping on Mark's couch, how about it?" Bionca squeezed her pussy on his tool for emphasis.

"If you think you can pull it off, I'll keep your pussy wet for a while, at least until I get back on my feet, Niagra." Bionca kissed Dave deeply feeling endeared but his reference to her orgasm flow. Bionca let Dave out the doot and went upstairs to talk with her husband Bill.

Bionca took a quick shower then walked over to Bill who was pretending to be sleep. "Bill it's almost time for you to go to work and I need to talk." Bill pretended to stir double checking that his earlier phone talk hadn't left his erection showing. Bionca sat on the bed and began "Bill My firm has landed the aerospace company that Mary works for. Part of the firms’ sales pitch was it's willingness to house some of the scientist until their patents gain approval. They fear espionage so it's in the best interest if several of the key project scientists disappear for a little while."

"Get to the point." Bill said trying to sound intimidating to make sure this conversation wasn't turning to any of his recent exploits.

"I see how you look at Gertrude when she's prancing around in her sexy little maid's outfit. I don't want to be hurt by you Bill, nor do I want to sit around idly while you make a whore of yourself and a fool of me." Bill cowered, wondering if it was for the call this morning or the fuck last night that this conversation was happening. "Bill, I volunteered to help out by letting one of the men stay here in our house. If I happen to get curious about him, I'll tell you as much as you tell me. We'll just take the military homosexual solution, 'don't ask don't tell' policy."

"You must he out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you...”

"Let me what, be like you Bill." Bionca spat at her husband. "If you want a divorce, then fine by me. Don't get all threatened now you haven't felt threatened while I keep my pussy waiting for you for over twenty years, and you felt the need for a little strange pussy anyway! Shut the fuck up and be happy I don't just call my lawyer. He can sleep in the guest house with the house keeper. I'm gonna try a little something different for a while and see how you fucking like it!"

Bill sat dumbfounded. He knew he went too far this time. Bionca never even raised her voice to him, swearing like a sailor was not the normal way for his diminutive wife. She was right, and he knew it. He didn't have the strength of will to fight back. "I understand." was all Bill could mutter softly as he headed for the bathroom to get ready for his day.

Bill dressed while he watched his wife dress in her sexiest negligee. He watched as she put on her makeup to perfection. Now he started to appreciate just how sexy his wife was. The feeling of dread came over Bill as he watched Bionca prepare for her lovers move in today. Her scent reached his nostrils and reminded him of what he may be losing. Bill the conqueror left the house with his dick tucked between his legs in complete defeat.

Marianne drug her worn body to her office and prayed to the coffee gods to revitalize her beat up body. Mark had fucked her three times this morning. He barged into her bedroom taking her by surprise. She had told him she stayed in bed until after her mom left for the gym. She never expected him to become a dick in the mouth alarm clock. He was brutal with her tits as he mauled them while he shoved his cock down her throat.

After he came, Mark spun her around on her belly. He wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her from the bed, and leaned back against the wall. He lifted one of her feet onto her night stand then stuck his cock up her ass. He squirted cum in her ass then actually made her suck it hard for him again. Marianne was then laid back on the bed and made love to. Mark didn't rampage her pussy as normal. He gazed into her eyes, he smiled, told her she was gorgeous. He seemed happy and Victoria was in bliss as she felt like she was finally connecting with her new boyfriend.

A three ring fuck before work however is just a bad idea. Marianne was tired. Her legs trembled as she sat at her desk. Mark broke into her hazy day an hour before lunch to tell her how amazing she was for him this morning.

"How would you like to help me get the promotion as project manager for the next assignment?" Mark asked the enraptured Marianne.

"Sure, anything tiger, what do I need to do?" Marianne questioned.

"Just come to my interview with old Mr. Keyser after lunch. He's an old horn dog and with you standing there distracting him looking all sexy, I'll have no trouble getting him to select me for the job.

"OK. Make sure you come by and wake me, I'm going to take a nap during lunch." Bionca said.

"Sure get your beauty rest, that's what I need you for." Mark said before slipping a kiss to the love sick Marianne.

Mark came into Marianne's office and began removing her bra and panties while she was still stirring awake. "Your meeting Mark, we don't have time for you to give me one of those long fucks of yours."

"This aint for me this time. I don't want the old fart to see any panty lines or bra straps." Mark said as he finished removing her under things.

Marianne giggled at being used like some sort of psychic weapon against the venerable Mr. Keyser. Mr. Keyser sat behind a large glass desk as the promotion seeking duo entered his office. Mr. Keysers' sixty five year old eyes fixated directly onto Marianne’s swaying boobs held snugly in her blouse. Mark and Marianne sat down in chairs next to one another facing Mr. Keyser on the other side.

The interview went on for about ten minutes with Mark trying to convince Mr. Keyser that he was the man for the job. All the while Mr. Keyser eyes continued to roam all over Marianne's body. She had nothing to do but sit there patiently wathing Mr. Keyser speak, so she caught each of his stares. It was obvious he didn't care if he was observed ogling her ample bosom.

When Mark felt he wasn't getting enough attention Mark offered, "Marianne is on my team." Mark spoke trying to convince his boss of the control he had on his people. Mark put his hand on her thigh and started pulling it higher slowly." She follows my instructions explicitly. Marianne knew she had no panties on and Mark hands were going to reveal her exposed pussy to the lecherous eyes of this old man. Mr. Keyser's eyes bulged as he watched more and more thigh come into view. He heard Mark say some gibberish as his whole focus became wrapped in the slow revelation of Marianne's thighs.




Please Stop Fucking... Wed.



Marianne's stolen look at Mark, hoping to not have him take this too far, was met by a stern 'I mean business' look. He then squeezed more firmly as he went back to his self promotion. Mark pulled Marianne's thighs apart to give what she knew by the draft, was a clear view of her pussy.

Mary could see the bulge grow in the sixty-two year old executive’s slacks. "Marianne go over to my boss and show how much of a team player you are." Mark said sternly as he moved his hand from thigh to her wrist. He pulled her down towards the ground and pushed her under the desk towards Mr. Keysers lap. Marianne put her hands on the thighs of her boss. Looking back, through the glass desk at Mark for some last hope of escape. Mark's look hadn't changed. She pulled out the thick cock of Mr. Keyser. Marianne looked at the white cock, noting the angry looking red head.

Marianne steeled herself for her present difficulty. Mary took him in her mouth and had her lips scatched by his eager thrusting pelvis. Mary tried to reach up and unbuckle her leader’s pants to move the abrasive zipper. He had the impression she was trying to use her hands on his cock, and wanted to feel all mouth, so he grabbed her advancing hands. He lifted up and placed her hands under his pudgy ass cheeks and sat on them. Running his hands through Mary's hair before locking them into a death grip as he slammed her pretty face onto his rock hard cock.

Mary was getting used to forceful face fucking, but being cramped under this desk, constrained, and having her lips battered and scraped on a zipper wasn't pleasant at all. Mr. Keyser pulled at her hair forcing her neck to crane so she was looking up at him through the glass desk. "Ready to take one for the team?" Mr. Keyser asked looking into Mary's baby blues. 

Mary nodded her head with a mouthful of cock. She offered no resistance as he lowered his chair and spun her around. With her on her knees still under the large glass desk he ironically now pulled off his slacks and positioned his cock at the entrance of her ass. "You work for me. So work your ass bitch." Mr. Keyser bellowed.

Mary's ass was sore from the brutal reaming she received on Mark's major bone. The pain was mind blowing. Mary screeched as she impaled herself onto her boss's cock at his command. Her exclamations of pain were muffled as Mark removed her panties from his pocket and stuffed them in her mouth. The old man pinched her ass cheek telling her to fuck his dick good with her ass. Marianne went to work slapping her perfectly shaped ass into Mr. Keyser's crotch.

She pushed her ass onto his cock for five minutes before she felt the old codger grip her hips and push his cock into her ass for all he was worth. He shot his load deep into Mary's bowels. Mark and Mr. Keyser resumed their conversation as Mary was made to clean cock.

Later when Bill arrived home he intended to go and explain things to Gertrude. Finding his wife not home he headed for the house keeper. When he entered the guest quarters he found Gertrude laying in the remnants of a tight form fitting evening dress crying on the bed.

Bill went to his mistresses’ side and asked what happened. Gertrude explained to Bill that Dave moved in this afternoon. He seemed nice at first as she explained her situation to him. When he realized they would have to share the same bed he decided that they may as well get started. He was so happy with the fringe benefits that he took Gertrude.

Bill tried to apologize that he hadn't really thought through the new living arrangements. Gertrude would hear none of it. She opened her legs to show how battered her pussy was. As dark as her skin was, it was colored deep red all around her vagina. "That's what you did to me you fucking bastard. I like you Bill, but I won't be a whore for all your friends. My brother Tom'll..."

Gertrude was cut off "Hey, slow down now, Tim has nothing to do with this. I know that bastard raped you, but I'm sure I can turn this thing around if you give me a chance."

"Kiss it."

"What?" Bill exclaimed suddenly losing control of his vocal cords like a boy in puberty.

"Kiss it fucker, it's sore and I want daddy to kiss it for me." Gertrude demanded.

Bill considered how he had put Gertrude in a position to share a bed with some total stranger that he hadn't even met. It was his fault she was raped.

"That man is part horse and you wanna share my pussy with him? Then you make it all better prick." Bill could see the cum running Gertrude's black pussy. He couldn't rationalize a way out. Caught by his own guilt Bill tentatively kissed at the swollen abused outer lips of her pussy. Gertrude would have none of it; she grabbed his hair and thrust her hips into his face. "How does his dick taste? I can tell you, after he pulled his cock from my pussy he made me lick it clean for some pussy he was getting tonight. Dave's cock is over a foot long and he fucked me with it while I was dry. Lick it bitch! Make it up to me Bill. Lick it for me baby! That's right; let me know who I belong to! I wasn't sure after Dave dicked me. He fucks so good, but you lick pussy great! Get in there for me. Get in deeper. Yeah that's it. Oh make me come for you. I wanna come cum just for you. Oh my pussy feels better! Lick our cum!"

Bill left the exhausted Gertrude in the bed and headed up to his own. He laid there thinking about Gertrude's description of Dave's cock. Dave was out with Bionca on her first 'don't ask don't tell' date. Bill was worried, very, very worried.

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Please Stop Fucking...



Bionca pushed one of her breasts against her husband’s nut sack while she used her other hand to pull on her free nipple. She was as hot as she'd ever been in her life. Having the man she loved wanting her so bad turned her on. Instead of resisting his gyrating motions she stuck her tongue out to lick at his balls. Bill couldn’t believe the tickling sexy feel of his wife's fleshy breast wet with her spit and her soft tongue sliding on his balls while his dick probed the walls of her mouth.

He went for the baseball method. He tried to think of something else, anything else. Bill thought about baseball but his mind focused on the tight pants. Vigorous men with hard cocks going after his Marianne. That didn't help. He exploded in Bionca's mouth with a body shattering force. His legs trembled, he had to rest his head against the wall and keep a tight grip on his wife's hair to keep support.

Bionca swallowed on instinct. Bill had never actually cum in her mouth before but the blast was so strong she swallowed as a reflex. Surprised at how turned on she was she just tried to endure the uncomfortable feeling of her bra still clasped but pulling at the back of her neck and her husband using her hair as leverage.

Bill took his time pulling his dick from Bionca's mouth as he was sure he just had the best orgasm of his life. He was in no rush to pull his softening cock from Bionca's sucking lips. Bionca didn't push to get away she kept lapping at his cock and balls squeezing her breast against his scrotum. As Bill recovered he pulled the head of dick to his wife's lips and told her to kiss it. Her compliance elicited a smile from Bill. He felt manly and satisfied. He'd be damn if these black bastards were going to best him in his life.

The Harrum family enjoyed the day at Coaster-land doing all the rides they could manage. Marianne was relieved to have something dominate her senses other then the loathsome feeling of rejection. She knew this day was especially for her but instead of feeling special she felt more like special ed. Love had plagued her with bad choices in men cycle after cycle. Evident in her hearts inability to separate being used for Mark's sexual and some sort of feelings.

The Harrum family decides to separate Bill deciding to spend to time with Marianne to play out his fatherly role. If he happened to get more information about her sexual problems, all the better. Bionca took Victoria and Pamela to make sure her two youngest daughters got to enjoy the rest of the day at Coaster-land and to get them away from the troubles of their eldest sis. Laughing and giggling excitedly coming from the haunted house, frolicking among the hordes of coaster patrons. Victoria came to a dead stop.

Standing alone, his presence somehow calling her though the crowd. The upperclassman that had been molesting her in the halls of her college, was grinning at her, taking confident strides in her direction. Victoria panicked as she tried to hide her face from her mother. Bionca immediately sensed the change in her middle child Victoria. She turned her head just in time to look in the handsome face of a tall broad shouldered young man. He extended his hand and gave Bionca the most disarming smile, "my name is Tim" I'm a friend of your little sister."

Bionca couldn't help but giggle at such an obvious compliment, but seeing the effect he had on her little Veronica she felt at ease with him from the start. "Well nice to run into one of my daughters college friends.

Tim looked over at the fidgeting Veronica and stepped up beside her. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his strong chest and looked back to Bionca and said "I don't mean to correct you but perhaps your sis hasn't told you about me yet but we're a little more then just friends."

Veronica shrunk at Tim's words. She just found out his name and here he is introducing himself to her mother as her new boyfriend. This was crazy. The words had to come from her mouth to confront this large dark man that was so easily charming her mother. "Tim can we talk a minute?"

Tim ever smirking began to walk away from his captured prey until surprisingly Veronica turned and asked her mother and sister to wait right there and she was just walking away for a second. Bionca cheerily tried to persuade her daughter to go on and catch up later but eventually her motherly instincts kicked in and she agreed to wait.

Tim and Veronica moved away about twenty yards from her family when Veronica turned to speak she was cut off by thick dark lips claming down hard on hers. She was embarrassed beyond anything! She knew her mother and sister were only a few feet away but she felt the overpowering sexual energy coming from this man and her will to resist was sucked from her womb though her lips. Her nipples extended and poked into his hard abs. There were hundreds of people milling by and it didn't seem to matter she felt his strong hands firmly grip her tight ass cheek.

Tim broke the kiss and smiled down into Veronica's eyes. "Veronica what we're gonna do is go spend time with your family while I get to know you." To follow up on his words he firmly pulled Veronica by her hand back towards her group. Bionca had witnessed Veronica's passionate kiss with her new black boyfriend Tim. Watching the commanding way he took liberties with her posterior it was clear it was something serious. She was a little disappointed since she always figured she knew her children well. Up until today she had always felt that honesty and openness was the accepted household policy. She wasn't sure if she was ashamed since he was black. Her own bitter words towards the race may have been the reason Bionca herself may have caused Veronica to keep Tim to herself. The guilt would make sure she was especially nice to Tim. Bionca thought to herself she would speak with Veronica later to make things right.

"So what's the name sis?" Tim said boldly into the eyes of Bionca. Bionca too felt the manliness in Tim. She blushed not from his silly attempt at flattery but thinking what a virile pick for her daughter. 

"Mrs. Harrum funny man." she said almost giggling. "We still haven’t been to the Jumbo-tron yet and we absolutely would love to have you join us."

"Good idea. You lead the way."

Bionca and Pamela started towards one of the sit down movie projector rides. While they were walking ahead of him Tim couldn't help but to appreciate the drastic difference in shape of the three women's asses that were presently keeping him company. Mrs. Harrum in her just a step below slutty body hugging sweat suit, with the short bottoms coming just an inch below her well toned ass cheeks. Veronica sister however looked like she had a pie for breakfast. Her jiggling ass cheeks hanging out of her roller skate disco shiny disco shorts. The shorts were about three sizes small but since they were partially made of lycra they managed to attempt to hold in her very rounded globes.

The ass that he was now squeezing as stroking, pinching the bottom part of the ass cheek were the ass and thigh meet, was a bit wispy for his liking. Veronica had always worn baggy clothing, so Tim was never really sure of anything except her very large and proud titties. Even though her ass didn't have the meat he would have preferred, looking at the switching asses that were taking over his whole vision in front of him made his dick start sliding down his basket ball jersey bottoms.

When they were seated four across and the bar was pulled down he and the attendant shared a knowing smile as the overhead bars once pulled down, forced all six titties to point out. Accentuated by the big thick black bars of the machine all three Harrum women looked very sexy. With a ever smirking Tim seated between Veronica and her mother. As soon as the lights lowered Bionca felt Tim's hand grab her thigh. She assumed he was giving her support in case she was to be scared. Bionca reached down and lightly placed her hand on Tim's to show her appreciation. As the ride jerked to life she was surprised to feel his hand slap directly against her pussy. Her hands were glued to the hand rails as the seats were being tossed about to the horrific images in high definition. 

Bionca somehow hoped it was some sort of mistake but when he started rubbing hard on her pussy it was clear this bastard was intentionally rubbing her pussy right between her two children! She blamed it on the ride, that she couldn't let go because of all the jerky movements, that he couldn't here her objections over all the noise. She never bothered to consider that it was her feverously burning pussy walls, or nipples that now achingly rubbed against the cloth of her sports bra. It must be the excitement of the day, the hot sex with her husband Bill. It couldn't be the wicked sensation of being so brazen, so risqué.

Another bump and his fingers roughly entered her wetness. A view came on the screen of a first person view of a woman being chased by an alien then falling over the edge of a hill. The coinciding movement of the cart they were in to rise at an angle forcing his two fingers even deeper in her slit. The added dumps to simulate the decent of the heroine gave her the feeling of a super turbo vibrater gone completely wild. The pounding force of the cart pushing her clit down against the knuckles of the invading hand of her daughter's boyfriend lasted too long for Bionca's memory. She can tell you that the orgasms lasted through the flying car bumping against the other racers, the pick-up and shake at the hands of king kong, up to and including the ride down the rapids over the waterfall.

When the lights went down towards the end of the ride Bionca's closed eyes didn't see the wet fingers coming to her parted lips. She did fell them enter and rub on her tongue for a moment. Her tongue discovered a desire for the taste of her own pussy juice of Tim's fingers instantly. Her soft tongue swirled licked and sucked with abandon. Here in the darkness of the Jumbo-tron she let out sexual energies she would not know as her own until this time.

As the lights came up Bionca hurried to straighten herself up and try to get away from this situation as fast as she could. Fortunately for her own mental well being she didn't notice the gaping jaws of her baby daughter Pamela. She would have instantly realized that twelve inches is not enough distance in a darkened space to get finger fucked and then lick pussy juice without being seen.

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