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Forced Bi

By: MustangKathi



My sessions with Peter were had grown more intense. He had been the subject of an anal gang bang and been pissed on. He'd had clothespins flogged from his ball sac. He had even requested to be waterboarded, but I didn't know how to do that safely. There was one more taboo, though, and I wanted him to try it.

I wanted to see him get fucked by a guy.

We had talked extensively about our sex lives, and I knew he'd never tried this. He wasn't hung up about gay sex — I'd seen him greet gay friends with a kiss on the cheek — it just didn't turn him on. I even though about asking him if I could a guy fuck him, but I didn't. I thought he'd say yes. And I thought he'd have a better time if I could introduce an element of non-consent. And it would be hotter for me as well.

That said, what I was going to do was more than a bit cruel. So I decided I would make it up to him with something I knew he wanted very much — my pussy. For the first time since college, I'd fuck a guy.

And that is how I found myself once again at Rebecca's Hidden Chamber with Peter. I had blindfolded him and cuffed his wrists to the suspension bar handing from the ceiling. My strap-on was deep in his ass, and he was enjoying the last wisps of an anal orgasm. I pulled out and let him hang there — he was too far gone to stand up. 

I got my phone and sent a short text. Half a minute later, there was a knock at the door. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" I asked Peter.

The last time I had a surprise for him was the anal gang bang, so I knew he'd be psyched.

"Yes, please, Mistress Kathi."

I opened door, and Rico and Michael walked in. They were friends of mine, and had been dating for a while. When I approached them with the idea of fucking a straight dude, they nearly jumped out of their skins with excitement. I had arranged for them to come to the dungeon and hang out in a spare room. I told them when to be ready, and that they'd better be hard and wrapped.

Michael walked up behind Peter quietly.

"Are you ready for some ass-fucking, Peter?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "You know I love it. Fuck my ass!"

Michael spread some lube on his cock, and spread Peter's cheeks. I snuck around for a better view. I saw Michael push the head of his cock into Peter's anus, and I saw Peter slide his ass down the shaft.

He moaned with satisfaction.

Michael found his rhythm, and started pounding Peter's ass in earnest. Peter was loving it, oblivious to the fact he had a real cock inside him. His face was contorted in pleasure, moaning loudly. I watched him quiver his way through another anal orgasm.

I motioned for Michael to move and Rico took his place.

"Ready for cock #2?" I asked.

"Give me that cock!" he said.

Little did he know.

Rico slid into Peter's ass and started fucking him.

I brought Michael in front of Peter and he removed his condom. Then I adjusted the suspension bar to lower Peter's face down towards Michael's cock.

"You ready for a cock in your mouth?"

"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned. "Give me cock!"

He opened his mouth, waiting for a cock to enter it. And then I removed the blindfold.

His face registered shock, seeing Michael standing nude and hard in front of him. Then he looked over his shoulder to find Rico plugging away at him. He dropped his head in shock and shame, then raised it to look at me.

He was confused. He was having his first gay experience, and he was enjoying it. At least the ass-fucking.

"Didn't I tell you how much I like gay porn?" I said. "Watching two guys go at it together. I think it's so hot."

"Sometimes I'd fantasize that you were one of the guys I was watching," I continued. "And I would jerk off so hard. I wanted to see it — I wanted to see you get fucked by a man."

I walked over to Peter and stroked his head.

"Now I'd like to watch you suck cock. Will you do that for me?"

He looked up at me, and then slowly opened his mouth. He didn't want to do this, but he'd do it for me.

Michael stepped forward and placed his cock in Peter's mouth. Peter closed his eyes and started sucking.

"Open your eyes, Peter. Look at the man who's going to face-fuck you."

He obeyed, and Michael pushed further into Peter's mouth. I heard Peter gag, then saw him drop his jaw to allow entry to his throat. 

Peter was getting fucked up the ass and deep-throating at the same time. This was awesome.

I took off my strap-on and got a vibrator. I got on the bed and started masturbating, taking in my own personal sex show. Peter looked over at me, and I think he realized he was the center of attention (again). He started sucking and fucking harder. 

"Peter, look at me now," I said. "Know I'm cumming to the sight of you being fucked by men."

I mashed the Hitachi into my clit, and an orgasm exploded in my brain.

"OK, guys, hold on. Let's move onto to Peter's treat."

The guys pulled out, and I uncuffed Peter. He straightened up and I kissed him. It was weird to taste another man's cock on his lips. I maneuvered him onto the bed. I put his ass near the edge, so Michael could fuck him some more. Rico took off his rubber and positioned himself by Peter's head. I climbed on top of Peter, straddling him with my knees.

"Peter, I know you want to fuck me, and I'm going to let you. But I want your forced bi experience to continue. Is that OK?"

"Oh, God, yes."

Michael put his cock back in Peter's ass, and Rico slapped Peter's face with his cock. I grabbed Peter's cock, rubbed it against my pussy, then slid it into me. It was like he was getting DP-ed. 

Peter opened his mouth and sucked Rico's cock. I laid down on top of Peter and licked at Rico's cock. Then Peter and I took turns, Rico's cock sliding in and out of our mouths. I bounced up and down on Peter's cock, enjoying the sensation of a live cock in my pussy.

I fucked Peter harder. And I felt his hips come up meet mine, stroke for stroke. I knew he'd wanted to fuck me since we met, but he thought he'd never have a chance. So it was a little like a dream come true for him. All he had to do was get fucked by men.

And eat some cum.

Rico was grunting. He pulled out of Peter's mouth and started jerking his cock. Peter opened his mouth, because he knew what he was here for. Rico exploded in his mouth, with a couple of drops of his semen landing on Peter's cheek. I sucked them up and spat them into Peter's mouth.

"Don't swallow," I said, "don't dare fucking swallow."

He kept the cum in his mouth as I continued to fuck him. I felt Michael's hands on my hips as he plowed into Peter's ass. Peter's eyes closed and I felt his hips buck. Another anal orgasm.

Michael pulled out. He was ready to cum, too. He ripped off his condom and placed himself by Peter's head. Peter opened his mouth, and I saw Rico's cum again. Michael jerked his cock, and Peter's mouth filled with even more cum.

I put my hands on Peter's chest to get leverage on his dick. I squeezed it as hard as I could, feeling it fill my pussy. I looked down and saw all that cum in Peter's mouth. 

I came.

But Peter was still going. I squeezed his cock some more. 

"Cum for me, Peter," I said, " and when you cum, cum inside me."

A few more strokes, and Peter's hips lifted me off the bed. He'd cum. 

Quickly, I scampered up and put my pussy above Peter's mouth. I spread my pussy lips, and pushed his cum down into his mouth. 

"Three loads, Peter. That's how much cum you've had today," I said. "And you look so fucking hot with that cum sitting in your mouth. Now swallow it for me."

And the cum was gone.

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Rico and Michael headed off to the bathroom. I was alone with Peter.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Good," he said. "Weird. Different."

"Would you do it again?"

"I'd do it for you," he said. "That was the hottest part — knowing you were watching me get fucked. And getting turned on. I wanted to give you a good show."

"What was it like to have a real cock up your ass?" I asked.

"Pretty much the same. Maybe not quite as hard. But I was already high from on orgasm, so I wasn't really focusing on it. But the guys had good rhythm —"

"Michael and Rico. They're friends of mine."

"They're good."

"As good as me?"

"Nobody's as good as you," he said. 

I smiled.

"What about sucking cock?" I asked.

"Definitely different. Different feel, different taste."

"You really do look good with a cock in your mouth."

"The same could be said about you," he said.

I'd blown Peter a couple of times. That kind of behavior was forbidden at the Hidden Chamber, but sometimes a girl gets carried away. Or a guy.

"So ... are you gay now? Or bi?" I asked.

"What are you? Ready to go from dyke to bi?"

"You've only fucked me once, buster."

"Yeah, but it's going to happen again. 'Cause you liked it."

"We'll see," I said. "But yes, I liked fucking you. And you made me orgasm. So thank you."

"Thank you, Mistress Kathi."

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Sadly, this will be the last I write of my times at Rebecca's Hidden Chamber. The next day, the dungeon was raided by the New York City police, and several of my friends were arrested on prostitution charges. The problem, it turned out, was that fucking a guy up the ass with a strap-on was considered prostitution, something I'd never heard of before. 

The real reason, though, was real estate. Rebecca's was in what used to be a thoroughly unattractive portion of Manhattan (5th and 30th). But the real estate boom had changed the neighborhood, and we had started getting complaints from the new arrivals. It was only a matter of time before the moneyed interests shut down something that, while unsavory to some, provided a lot of pleasure to many. 

My days as a pro-domme were dwindling. I would see Peter again, many times, and two or three other clients as well. Times change, and maybe I was, too. But I don't regret a thing about my time at Rebecca's. I had some great sex, made some good friends and got paid well. And I made a lot of men, and the odd woman or two, cum.

Forced Bi 2 women



Recently I was out of town on a business trip and sitting in my hotel room viewing porn on my laptop. I decided it was time for a break, so I put on my clothes and headed downstairs to the lounge. I sat at the bar and noticed these 2 late 30's women at a table laughing, obviously drunk and talking loud. They were ok looking as one was skinny and fairly flat chested and the other was somewhat overweight with big tits falling out of her top. I had just finished my first drink and my second was set down when the ladies invited me to their table. We started talking and I found out their names were Jodi and Ann and they were in town for a convention but preferred to "party". They explained to me what "party" meant to them, which was drink and find some guys with big cocks and lots of stamina to have sex with. The conversation at that point quickly turned sexual. I figured this would be the perfect time to humiliate myself since I enjoy being humiliated. I told them that even though I have a thick 8" cock that I cum real quick usually in less than a minute. They laughed and said oh my god there is no way your cock no matter how big is worth fucking for less than a minute. I also admitted to liking to eat my own cum but usually chicken out and that one time I put my wife's 6" dildo in my ass. 

I could tell they were getting turned on as well as enjoying my beet red face. They kept saying you are kinky and I bet you would even suck a cock. I admitted to having a fantasy about sucking cock but I have never been able to follow through with it. I told them that I told them that my wife never has sex with me because of how quick I cum. They were quickly laughing and giggling at that saying that she is probably fucking someone else when I am out of town. I blushed even deeper but I was rock hard. They were talking real loud about what I liked to do as they told me to order another round. The bartender looked away from me as I ordered the drinks so I was sure he had overheard us and I am sure my hard cock was obvious. They told me how pathetic that was and that had I not told them that they would have slept with me because they were both horny. They did however invite me to their room for a girl show but only if I went down the street and bought them a bottle of Don Julio tequila, stopped by the adult store and bought a suction cup dildo about the same size as me. I quickly agreed, paid their bar bill and left.

I arrived at the room and the 2 of them were already naked. Jodi was a bigger lady with huge tits but some flab as well and Ann was very skinny and shapely except for virtually no tits. They ordered me to strip and my hard cock sprang free. We each took a shot of tequila and Ann started squeezing my cock talking about how unfair it is for me to get a big cock and not be able to use it. They teased it, flicked it with their finger and one of them playfully kicked me in the balls while calling me a loser. They then told me the only way I would be allowed to stay is if I agreed to do what they say and pay them at least $150. I agreed, opened my wallet and Jodi grabbed 2 $100 bills.

They first wanted me to cum for them and that I better not chicken out eating it. Jodi had an idea for me to position myself so that my cock was over my mouth. I did as I was asked and they were so excited when my tongue could touch my cock. They quickly poured themselves another shot as they watched. I came in under a minute right onto my tongue and all over my face. I have always been a large quantity cummer but not having cum for several days, it was a huge load. I ate it all scooping it off my face. When I finished they pointed to some on the hardwood floor of the hotel room and said eat it. I said I didn't feel like it and Ann pushed my head down and I licked it off the floor as they laughed. We each had another shot of tequila and they told me to lick their asses. They tied my hands behind my back and my feet together using the ties from the hotel bathrobe so I would know who was boss. I was not allowed to lick or touch anywhere but their assholes. I dove into Jodi's nice big ass first, I spent 10 minutes licking, rimming and tongue fucking her and then it was Ann's turn. I had been licking Ann's tight ass for at least 15 minutes when there was a knock and Jodi opened the door. Ann pushed me back and I fell over as she got up and greeted the guy who was stripping his clothes off. 

They explained quickly that they found him on Craig's List while I was out on my errands and when they called him he agreed to fuck them but that since he wasn't bi any play with me would require payment. I was a little frightened at that point and they could tell. They each took shots of tequila and Ann poured 2 down my throat. Jodi set a chair up where I could view the bed and put the suction cup dildo on the chair. She put lube onto the dildo and squirted some in my hand. She told me to lube my ass the best I could with my tied hands. I lubed up my ass as they lifted me off the floor and told me to sit on the dildo. I was scared of how big it was but I slowly slid my ass down onto the big 8" dildo. The girls were stroking his cock and laughing at me. Once it was all the way, the guy (nameless to me) came over and pushed his 9" cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked him for 10 minutes before the girls called him over. Ann told me to make sure I kept fucking myself with the dildo while watching them.

Jodi gave me another couple of shots and I realized I was getting drunk. He was fucking Ann first and Jodi crawled underneath in a 69 with Ann and they licked each other while they fucked. Ann came twice and then it was Jodi's turn. The swapped places and continued the 69 while fucking. They had him lay back and each girl took turns fucking his big cock reverse cowgirl while looking at me fucking myself and my hard 8" cock was bobbing in front of me leaking precum. He said he was going to cum soon and Ann had him come over and jam his cock in my mouth. He came in my mouth and all over my face. I was licking my lips clean as I was amazed he was still hard. 

Jodi and Ann pulled me off of the chair and dildo as I fell to the floor. They pulled my ass up in the air as I realized what was next on their agenda and why he was paid. I was begging them to stop but Ann laughed as she squirted some lube on his hard cock and he pushed right into my already open ass. His cock was so much bigger and thicker than the dildo, I felt like I was being split in 2. The girls were in front of me playing with each while he continued to pound my ass. Jodi gave me another shot of tequila and after 5 minutes or so Jody suggested they lay me on my back on the bed so I can see him fucking me. He lifted me onto the bed, laid me on my back and untied my legs to spread them apart. He pushed his big cock deep into my ass again and Ann lightly touched my cock and it started spurting into her open hand. She then started to pour the cum into my closed mouth. She pinched my nose I opened my mouth as she poured the cum into my mouth. As I finished licking her fingers, he pulled out of my ass and shoved his cock into my mouth as it started spurting. Lying on my back I tried to swallow but there was so much it spilled all over my face. 

He thanked them, put on his clothes and left. Jodi untied my hands, Ann threw me my clothes as they pushed me out the door. I realized I was very drunk, still covered in cum and naked. I stumbled while pulling my pants on and heading to the stairs to go down one floor to my room. I passed out and woke up late the next morning, hung over and late for my meetings.



Forced But It Didn't Take Much



Jean sat up in bed. It had happened again. Wayne was sound asleep and she was left wondering what was happing to their marriage. After five years a wonderful marriage was turning sour. For five years their sex life had been perfect. Sex nearly every night of the week until a few months ago. Now it was once a week and then it was fast and not very full filling. She wondered if it was her fault but she knew that at 28 years old she was still as firm as she was at twenty. Most every man she came in contact with reaffirmed what she already knew; she was still a very desirable woman.

She got out of bed without waking him. Not that he would anyway. He was always tired lately. She moved across the floor still naked from the failed attempt at sex with her husband. The light from the full moon lit up the bedroom like day. She stopped in front of the mirror to check out her body as if to confirm she still had what it takes. What she saw was a 28-year-old woman that had been married for 5 years to her college sweetheart. Blond hair that matched the blond hair covering her naked cunt and a nice pair of long legs that graced her 5'5" frame. Her breasts were still high and firm, and her ass round and solid. All this was stacked on her 115-pound body. No, it couldn't be her looks that caused Wayne to turn away from her each night.

She thought about Wayne. They dated the last year in college and married as soon as they graduated. Sex had been a large part of their relationship even before they married, and much more afterwards. He had a good bit of previous experience and she had been a virgin. He taught her everything she knew, and was still her only experience with sex. He was every woman's dream. He was tall at 6' 2" with dark hair and blue eyes. His cock was plenty large enough to satisfy her in that department.

He had got a good job that provided them enough money to live the good life without her working. He wanted her to stay home and take care of that end of their marriage. They had a nice home on a couple hundred of acres, with a swimming pool and horses to ride. Plenty of privacy since the house was located back off the road. They had been living in the house for over two years. The only other person on the place was the black handy man that took care of the place. Wayne's younger brother had moved in with them when school finished in May. His father and mother had moved out of state and he wanted to finish his senior year at the same high school. 

Neal was not the problem between Jean and Wayne. It had started before he moved in. Jean liked her brother and was glad to have him with them. He wasn't any trouble and for the most part stayed out of their way. He also liked her and they spent a lot of time during the summer by the pool just swimming and talking. He was a younger copy of his older brother.

John, the handy man, lived on the place. His apartment was out close to the barn. He had grown up on the farm and when Wayne purchased the place he had stayed on. He was in his middle thirties but looked like he was in his twenties. He was tall and slender but in perfect shape. He liked working for Wayne and Jean. He especially liked being around Jean when she would show up to ride in her tight jeans. He would mentally undress her each time she was around. Just because she was white, and his boss, didn't mean he wouldn't like to take her to bed.

Jean looked back at the bed and Wayne was still fast asleep. She slipped on the light robe she had on earlier in an attempt to entice him to make love. It was thin and didn't hide any of her naked body. She eased down the stairs and out on the patio by the pool.

It was peaceful out here by the pool on this warm summer night. She often came out here at night to just sit and sometimes take a swim in the nude. Wayne had warned her that John may see her but she really didn't care. She was proud of her body and wasn't embarrassed to have someone see it. She didn't swim nude all the time but the bikinis she wore didn't hide a lot. She knew that Neal liked to see her in the bikini. He hadn't seen her swimming nude because she stopped doing that when he moved in. Some nights he would join her after Wayne went to bed and they would swim together.

She pulled the robe tighter around her as she stretched out on her back and counted the stars. She had only been out a few minutes when she heard Neal's car coming up the drive. She knew that she should get up and go into the house before he came around the house. She wasn't naked but what she had on didn't hide much even in the moonlight. She hesitated to act and then it was to late as his car turned into the parking space next to the pool.

He got out and slammed the door. "Boy you must be pissed to slam the door that hard."

Neal jumped when she spoke, since he didn't know anyone was up. "I am, you might say I have had better nights." Jean knew that he had a date to night with one of the little cheerleaders. The girl had fucked most of the guys on the football team and tonight Neal was going to try his luck. They had talked about his date earlier in the week and she had wished him luck when he left tonight. 

Jean sat up on the lounge and motioned for him to sit next to her. "Sounds like you and I both had our problems tonight. Sit down here and tell me how your night went."

Neal started to sit down when he noticed the thin robe she wore. He had admired her in her swimsuits but her breasts were more visible now than ever before. "Hey, you are looking good. How can you possible have a problem dressed like that?"

Jean folded her arms across her chest. "You don't need to be looking at me like that."

"Hard not to after the night I just been through."

"Tell me about it."

"You tell me what happened to you and I'll tell you what happened on my date."

"Nothing much to tell. I fixed a good dinner with fine wine. Went to the hairdresser and got all pretty. Slipped on this nice robe and what happened? He went to sleep on me, end of story."

"If you dressed like that for me I wouldn't have gone to sleep on you."

"You are just trying to make me feel better."

Neal sat down next to her. He was so close he could feel the heat from her body and she could feel him. "My story is not much better than yours. A date with the biggest push over in school and I come up empty. It just happens to be the wrong time of the month."

Jean lay her head on his shoulder. "Looks like we were the losers tonight."

Neal put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tighter to him. "I don't know about that, this feels pretty good to me." He let his hand drop down and cupped her tit. 

Jean didn't move his hand, she just looked at his fingers as they moved over her tit and then looked at him. "Are you sure you are only 18 years old?"

"I'm old enough to make the night better than it has been so far." He reached down with his other hand and pulled the bow that held the robe together. Soon he had peeled back the robe that left her exposed completely. Both hands went to her breasts and he gently squeezed until her nipples were hart points sticking the palm of his hand. He played with them while his eyes took in her flat stomach and blond hair covered cunt between her legs.

"You are just going to be old enough that your brother will kill you if he should wake up." She didn't know why she was letting him play with her the way he was. She hadn't put up any fight at all. Neal had been staying with them nearly 3 months and she had never had any sexual thoughts about him until tonight, and now he had her almost completely naked with her husband asleep right above them. Her cunt was soaking wet.

Neal brought his lips down to hers. She raised her mouth to his without being asked. His lips touched hers and his mouth opened. His tongue touched her lips and she opened her mouth for him. He was very good with his mouth and she noticed the similarity between him and his brother. She may not have had sexual thoughts about him but he sure had plenty about her and now he was taking advantage of her willingness. 

Neal could hear her breathing deepen as he kissed her. She was starting to move her hips and her arms had come up to pull their mouths closer together. He had seen that she was available tonight and it was maybe his best opportunity to take advantage of it. Tonight she felt rejected and unloved. By tomorrow she would be over it. He was going to strike while the iron was hot.

He lowered one hand and let it trail down her flat stomach to touch the edge of her hair-covered cunt. Her legs were tight together and he couldn't get his fingers close to her opening. He kept stroking her lower stomach and using his tongue her mouth. Gradually she relaxed her legs and let them move apart. His fingers went straight to her clit. Once he started to stroke it her legs opened even wider. She was giving him all the room to do what ever he wanted with her cunt. Soon his fingers were in her. 

Jean was as wet as she had ever been. She was having trouble separating the real from what she had with Wayne. They were so much alike that sometimes she thought it was Wayne that was touching her. Her breath was coming fast as she felt Neal lay her over on the lounge. He lay her down on her back and his lips went to her breasts once again. He was free to move all over her body with his kisses. The robe was pulled back and she lay with her legs apart while his fingers walked up and down in her cunt. She was on the verge of coming when he stopped for a second. 

She opened her eyes when he stopped and looked at him. He had finishing stripping his clothes from his body. His cock was standing up straight and hard as he moved back over her. His cock was at least 8 inches and big around as her wrist. For the first time she found something that was different about them. 

"Stop Neal! What are you doing?"

"I am going to take care of you tonight. Just think how much better we both will feel after the way things turned out tonight."

"Don't do this please. I am your brothers wife and once this starts we may not be able to stop."

"I'm not able to stop now. I have wanted you so long and I know Wayne hasn't been doing his home work." She had close her legs to keep him away. "Come on Jean and open up for me you know you want to as well as I do."

He leaned back down and kissed one of her nipples again. Then he moved back to her mouth. She opened her mouth to him without resisting. He broke the kiss enough to whisper in her ear, "open up for me. I need to feel my cock entering you." Then he went back to kissing her.

Jean wanted him in her and she knew that she was loosing the battle. It had been to long since she had been fucked the way she loved. Now here was someone that wanted to please her as only her husband ever had. She spread her legs. One leg was on the back of the lounge the other hanging off the front. Neal moved forward and his cock found her opening on its own. Slowly he pushed forward and the head popped through the lips of her cunt.

Jean brought both legs up to wrap around his waist with her heels digging in his ass as she pulled him deeper in her. He was slowly filling her cunt with more cock than she had ever had. With each stroke he brought both of them higher and higher. Soon he was pounding his hard cock all the way to the bottom of her cunt. He was hammering her hard; just the way she love it. On each stroke when he pulled out she was riding his cock all the way up. There was no thought in her at all that she was cheating on her husband. She was just using what he didn't want for her own pleasure.

It didn't take long for both to reach the end. He was driving in her and she was begging him to fuck harder and faster. The climax was just over the hill and they were rushing to get there. They hit the top of the hill and it was all down hill from there. Only his mouth over hers kept the screams from waking Wayne and even John. 

It was over and both were completely exhausted. He could hardly move to get off her. His softening cock slipped out of her cum filled cunt and cum ran down her legs. She sat up and he sat beside her, both still naked. Jean was starting to feel quilt and he knew it. "Don't feel quility about something that feels so good. There is no way this could be bad." He leaned over and kissed the side of her mouth. She looked at him; "Are you sure you are only 18?" They both had to laugh and she felt better. 

Jean said, "We have taken enough chances for one night. I better get to bed before Wayne misses me. We both set out tonight to get laid, I think we both got what we wanted." They walked together to the house. He carried his clothes in his hand and she had tied the robe back together. At the back door he kissed her good night, letting the kiss last until she finally broke it off. There was not a question in either of their minds that if they had been alone that the night would not have been over. He went down stairs to his room and she headed upstairs to hers.

Wayne had woken up and found he was alone. He thought she had gone to the rest room and would be back in a moment. He dozed back off to wake up a few minutes later. She still wasn't back. He knew that sometimes she went for a late night swim. He walked to the window and the first thing he saw was them kissing on the lounge. His first reaction was to go below and kick his brother's ass. Then it came to him that it was probably his own fault. He knew that he had been neglecting her for some time now.

He hadn't wanted to, but he had got involved with a woman at work and he couldn't stop. Susan was older and not nearly as pretty as Jean. He had gotten pretty drunk at an office party and they had ended up in his office with him fucking her on his desk. She was like a drug that he couldn't resist. She could do things with her cunt that he had never felt. She had muscle control that milked his cock in ways that Jean never had. 

Once it started she couldn't get enough. She wanted to fuck anytime and anywhere. By the time he got home he was warn out. So as he watched his younger brother quit kissing his wife and start to fuck her all he could do was watch. To his surprise his cock got hard as he watched them. If they would hurry and finish he may be able to give her a second helping tonight.

Wayne wasn't the only one watching with a hard cock. John had seen her when she came out of the house and sat down. He watched from the shadows because he had seen her strip and go swimming before and he thought she might this time. He watched as Neal returned home and proceeded to fuck his pretty boss. John had wanted her since the first time he saw her. She was about the prettiest woman he had ever seen. He knew that, as bad as he wanted her it would never happen. Now he had an idea that maybe she was available after all. When they went in the house he returned to his apartment to plan his next move.

Jean had a bounce in her step as she climbed the stairs. For the first time in a long time her cunt had been satisfied. When she opened the door she found Wayne in the bed. The covers were thrown back and he was lying there with a hard cock. 

"I woke up and missed you. I thought you would be right back and I need to finish what we started earlier. Sorry I've been so tired lately and haven't been taking good care of you. Come on to bed and let me make it up."

"Let me go to the bath room first."

"No, come on now. I may not last while you go to the bathroom. "

Jean knew that if she let him fuck her now he was going to feel his brothers cum in her. He didn't give her a chance to get by him. He stood and brought her to him and kissed her before pushing her back on the bed. He untied the robe and spread it open until her body was exposed to him. He moved between her legs and in seconds his cock was invading her well-fucked cunt.

His cock slide easily into her. "You sure or wet tonight. I am going to have to take better care of you." He fucked her hard and fast with his cock moving smoothly in his brothers cum. He knew why she was so wet and instead of turning him off it did just the opposite. His cock was hard and he wanted to drive her to a climax before he shot his load. 

Jean liked the way her husband was fucking her. She like the foreplay to be long and sexy but when his cock entered her she wanted him to quit fooling around and really go to work. Even after the hot sex she had just had with Neal she wanted more with Wayne. She knew that he could feel Neal's cum in her but if he didn't know what it was then it was all right with her. Together they both topped off at once. 

Wayne shot his load deep in her cunt as she climaxed and squeezed his cock with her cunt. The sex was good for him and he wondered if it was because he had just watched his brother fucking her.

Jean didn't care why it was good she was just glad he had finally come back to life. She couldn't fuck Neal all the time; sometimes she needed her husband.

Jean slept late the next morning. Wayne had left for work and Neal had gone to school. She vaguely remembered Wayne kissing her bye. She rolled over and could feel cum run from her cunt. After Wayne finished last night she didn't have the energy to get cleaned up. A bath was the first thing in order for the day. As she showered and cleaned up she still had a smile on her face from last night. She knew she should feel guilty about Neal but some how she couldn't. For an 18-year-old he sure knew how to take care of a woman. 

She didn't know what had got into Wayne. After months of no or at least very little sex suddenly he couldn't get enough. She hoped that what ever had been bothering him was taken care of.

By mid morning she had finished breakfast and cleaned up the mess the others had made in the kitchen and was ready to go out by the pool. She wondered where John was working today. If he wasn't going to be around she was going to get some all over sun. Not knowing, she decided to wear her bikini. It didn't cover much but at least she wouldn't be nude if he happened to see her. She had seen the way he looked at her and knew that if he hadn't been black he probably would have made a pass at her before now. 

She swam a few laps as she usually did for her morning exercise before climbing out and stretching out on the same lounge she and Neal had used last night. She couldn't help thinking about him and her and how he had lay her down on the lounge and gave her such a good fucking. Her tits got hard just thinking about it. She didn't know just how she was going to handle Neal after this, but she knew that they were going to have to be careful around Wayne. She also knew that Neal was going to want more and she didn't think she wanted to stop him.

She had dosed off when a shadow passed over her. It woke her and she opened her eyes to find John standing next to her. She quickly sat up. "Morning John, I was about asleep. What do you want?" She knew that John very seldom came to the big house unless there was something he wanted. There was a look in his eyes that she hadn't seen in his before. She had seen the same look from other men and it was one of lust for her. She was glad she had put on the suit but right now wished she had something else to cover with. The towel she brought with her was next to the pool where she had dropped it.

"Miss Jean, I need to talk to you." She started to stand and said, "Sure john, what do you need?"

He put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her from standing. It brought a shiver to her. This was the first time he had ever touched her. She sat back down and looked him in the eye. She didn't want him to know that she was afraid of him. 

"I just had to see you and see if we couldn't work out some kind of agreement"

"What kind of agreement are you talking about?"




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"I don't know any other way except come right out and tell you. I have watched you ever since you moved here. You are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. I have wanted to make love to you every time I see you. I just knew that it was hopeless until last night. Then I saw you and Neal and I knew that you could finally be had."

Jean felt a cold chill run over her body. He had seen her and Neal and now he wanted some of the same. The only way she thought she might get out of it was by bluffing her way out. "I don't know what you think you are doing. What I do with Wayne or Neal or anyone else is my business." She started to stand once more and again he pushed her back, this time a little harder.

"I am sure it is your business but what if Mr. Wayne found out you were fucking his brother?"

Jean knew he had her. There was no way she wanted Wayne to know about her and Neal. If it were any body except his brother it wouldn't be as bad. She could cry and ask for forgiveness and he probably would, but not with Neal. "What do you want?"

"I want you, and I want you like Neal had you last night. You come across and I will forget about what I saw last night."

"And if I don't do what you want what will you do? It would just be your word against mine and Neal's."

"I figured you would say that. It just so happens that I have a little snap shot or two that would back up my story." He knew he was lying about the picture but was sure she didn't know it.

Jean knew she was lost. With a picture there was no way she could convince Wayne that nothing had happened between her and Neal. Her face dropped and he knew she was going to give him what he wanted.

"When?"

"Now, I have waited long enough. Get up and let's go in the house. When I finally get you I want a good soft bed to enjoy it in." He motioned for her to stand and she did. She walked slowly toward the house. She though about running and locking the door but knew he would just tell Wayne and her marriage would be over.

Once in the house he pushed the door close and locked it. Jean had stopped and he pushed her toward the bedrooms. She passed her and Wayne's room and headed for the guestroom. He stopped her and said, "No, I want you in your bed. I want to fuck you where your husband has had you so many times."

Jean turned into the room. The bed had just been carefully made with nice clean sheets after the night before. He reached across the bed and turned down the spread and pushed it off in the floor. He lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head. He knew that she had no where to run and he planned on taking his time with her. He stood back up. "Take my shirt off."

Jean knew she didn't have any choice. He was the only black man she had ever been around much. There were plenty of black boys in school but they kept to themselves. She knew that a few white girls had dated them from time to time and some had even married them. She had never been interested in dating a black boy and certainly hadn't wanted to fuck one of them. The girls that did didn't have any dates with the white guys after they had been dating a black boy. She had heard the stories about how big black boy's cocks were, After Neal she didn't think John could have any more.

She moved to him. The shirt he had on was a pullover type that she had to catch by the bottom and lift over his head. He was so tall that she was almost touching him to get it over his arms. She finished pulling it off and threw it over in the chair. John was in perfect shape. She had notice before how well built his chest was when she had seen him working without his shirt around the barn. "Now, pull off your top."

Jean hesitated only slightly before reaching behind her and unsnapping the top. She slid it off her shoulders and tried to cover her tits. "Drop it. I want to see all of them." She tossed it in the chair with his shirt and was now standing before him with her tits completely exposed to him. "Come here." He reached out for her and pulled her close to him. She attempted to pull back and he gripped her arm tighter. She knew that she had to do what he said.

John's cock had finished growing hard when her tits came into view. He couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth on them. He held back just to see how hot he could get her. He was going to fuck this pretty housewife one way or another but he had rather she want him. "Move closer, let your tits touch my chest." 

Jean dreaded the contact that she knew was coming. Her breasts were very sensitive and she knew he was trying to get her excited. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of making her enjoy this. She moved close to him as he said. Her nipples were just brushing the muscles of his chest. In spite of her resolve she felt her nipples harden at the touch. 

John looked down at her white breasts just touching his black chest. He wanted to get them in his mouth but he waited. "Open your eyes. Look at the way your tits are touching me. They are getting hard. I can tell you want to get fucked?"

"No, I just want this to stop."

"Undo my pants." She hesitated. "Now, don't keep me waiting." She backed up to reach his belt but he pulled her back close to him. She knew that he intended to keep her tits touching him while she undressed him. 

The belt came loose and the snap gave way to her fingers. She pushed them down from his hips. His pants and shorts came off together. It took a little doing to get them over his hard cock but she finally managed. His cock flew up as it cleared his pants. She could feel it touching her body as she pushed his pants off. She had to bend over to push them down. The movement caused her tits to get even harder. By the time she had them to his feet his cock was rubbing against her tits. It was right before her eyes and she looked on in surprise at the largest cock she had ever seen. It was so black that it almost looked purple. It was bigger than Neal's was and twice as big around. Her pussy started to moistened and her resolve to not let it affect her was rapidly disappearing.

He pulled her back up, keeping her close to him. He could tell that her nipples were now harder than before. He moved his hands to her hips and slid them under the edge of her swimsuit. He pushed down and they slid off her hips and down her thighs. Before knelling to push them the rest of the way off he brought his hands back up the inside of her legs to feel her pussy. 

It brought a shutter to her as his fingers took time to touch her clit and test her cunt for wetness. He knew she was only a few minutes away from begging him to fuck her. He dropped to his knees and pushed the suit on down and she stepped out of it without being told. Her blond cunt was exposed to his mouth and he didn't wait to taste the juice that was starting to run down her legs. He let his tongue touch all the little hot spots of her cunt. She couldn't resist using her hands to pull his head tighter to her. She wanted his tongue deep in her while his finger worked her clit. Her legs started to shake.

He stopped and stood up. "Are you ready to get on the bed now?"

She didn't answer but her actions spoke louder than any words she might have said. She climbed on the bed and moved over to give him room. He moved up on the bed and got between her legs. Jean was as hot as she had been with Neal the night before. She wanted to be fucked as much as she ever had. She didn't care if it was the black caretaker that was about to enter her. She wanted to feel her cunt full of cock and he was the one available at the moment. She spread her legs wide to make a saddle to hold him in. She saw him looking at her blond pussy and she reached for him and pulled him forward. His cock touched her cunt and one of her hands reached for it to bring it to her opening.

John knew she was his to play with as long as he cared too. When she pulled him forward he let her guide him to her opening. He could feel the heat from her cunt on the head of his cock and knew he was about to experience the one fantasy that he thought would never come to pass. His cock was centered above her open cunt and he flicked his hips and the head penetrated the lips of the blond housewife. Nothing could stop him from driving his black cock deep into this luscious white cunt. 

He lifted her legs up on his shoulders to open all of her to him. Without any hesitation he drove nonstop to the bottom of her cunt. She screamed as his cock bottomed out as it hit her cervix. "Stop! Stop! You're killing me! Take it out! NO, Don't move! Don't move!" He stayed still until she quit screaming. He knew he shouldn't have been so rough but he couldn't wait any longer. 

Jean had wanted him in her but not the way he did it. "Stay still you son of a bitch!" She was trying to catch her breath from the rough assault on her young body. She had never had anyone hurt her like he had. "Just stay still. It hurts too much to even take it out. Why in the hell did you have to do it so hard? You knew that I was ready for you and then you hurt me."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry hell, No wonder you have to force a woman to fuck you. All that wonderful equipment and you don't know how to use it."

"I just could not wait any longer. All the time I spent getting you hot was to much for me."

"Just be still for a little while. The hurt is starting to go away."

While she had been giving him hell, the feeling was slowly tuning from pain to something more pleasant. His body was covering her from head to toe and it wasn't at all unpleasant. "If you are going to fuck me then do it right." She pulled his head down to her tits and he knew that she wanted him to kiss them. This time he took his time as he sucked them one after the other. Then he reached her mouth. His lips touched hers and she opened her mouth to him. His tongue invaded her mouth and her tongue found his and together they fought tongue to tongue until her cunt started to feel normal again. She wanted him to move slowly until she could adjust to his massive size.

The whole scene had changed. No longer was he the one in charge. Jean told him what to do and how she wanted it. Soon he was working his cock in and out of her cunt with her riding him stroke for stroke. He could not hold out any longer. "I've got to cum and can't wait."

"I'm ready so let go when you are ready." He started faster and faster. She was with him all the way. Her cunt now felt wonderful with the big cock completely filling every portion of it. With each stroke he brought her closer and closer to a climax. When he could stand it no longer he lifted her cunt tight to him as he drove to the depth of her cunt. He stopped as he filled her cunt to over flowing with his juice. She was right with him as his cum poured into her she climaxed with him. She could feel each spurt of hot cum and it seemed like he would never stop cumin.

After it was over he still lay on her and kissed her mouth and tits. She said, "For something to start out so bad that was pretty good. I don't guess you ever even thought about using a condom?" From the look in his eye she knew that a condom was the farthest thing from his mind. 

He lay on her and his cock started getting hard again. This time he took his time and she climaxed several times before he dumped his load in her again. 

The rest of the day they made love and explored each other's naked body. It was such a turn on for them to see the contrast between them. That was the fuel they survived on as they fucked the day away.

It was almost time for Neal to get home from school by the time they finished for the day. Both knew that this was only the first day of many to come that they would be together. Both also knew that it was their secret to keep. Should either Neal or her husband find out about them it would be all over. Wayne would divorce her and she would be out on her own.

Jean cleaned up the bedroom and finished showering just as Neal returned. John had already gone back to his place to clean up and finish the chores he was supposed to have finished that morning. The last thing he wanted now was for Wayne to get mad and fire him for not doing his work. He planed on being around a lot longer to enjoy the lovely body of Wayne's pretty white wife.

Neal made every effort to get home as early as possible to have some time alone with Jean before his brother got home from work. He entered the house just as she was leaving her room. Her hair was still wet from the shower and her blouse let the tips of her tits show through. The shorts she had on were loose and her pretty tan legs were bare. As they met in the hallway he stopped in front of her. There was something different about the way she looked today than usual. He thought it was from what happened the night before.

He looked her in the eye before pulling her to him. She put up her hands to stop him pulling her up close. It wasn't that she didn't want to feel him, she knew he would know at once that she had been with a man. Someway she had to put him off until later. "Stop Neal. Your brother will be home soon and he must not find us together."

"He will be a couple of hours getting home. Didn't you like what we did last night?"

"Yes, I really like it with you even though it never should have happened. If Wayne finds us together you will have to leave and he would probably divorce me. We just need to be really careful."

He didn't like being put off but he knew the value of being very discreet. He wanted to be around to sample his lovely sister's body a lot more. "When can we be together again?"

The slamming of a car door kept her from having to answer him. She pulled out of his arms and headed for the door. "Go to your room while I find out who this is."

The door opened on it's own before she got to it. It was Wayne and he was home a lot earlier than normal. All day he had though about his wife and brother the night before. Even a quickie with Susan in the work room had fail to bring his cock down from the constant hard he had each time he pictured them together. He made an excuse to leave early. He wanted to fuck his wife before his brother came home.

"What are you doing home so early?"

"I just wanted to be with you before Neal got home."

"You are to late, he just came in and is in his room. What has gotten into you so sudden? For the last 3 months you were to tired to have anything to do with me, and then last night and now you want to go to bed."

He didn't know how to answer other than he wasn't as tired as he had been. "Maybe later tonight we can get to bed a little earlier."

Jean smiled as she let her tits brush his chest and felt his cock harden against her. She dropped her hand down to stroke him. "Keep this handy and we may just find some time to put it to use."

The rest of the day was normal. Both guys' cocks were partially hard all evening each time she walked by either of them. Jean was enjoying the effect she was having on them both. She didn't resist the opportunity to touch them both when the other wasn't looking. Since Wayne was her husband she would sometimes let Neal catch her touching him. She knew that it turned Neal on as well as Wayne.

By bedtime she was ready to be fucked again. Several hours had passed and she knew he couldn't tell John had been fucking her earlier. Wayne was at her as soon as she was in the room. He quickly stripped her from the blouse and shorts she had been showing off all evening. He had been jealous of her letting Neal see so much of her body and at the same time turned on more than he had ever been. He didn't know why his brother seeing his wife was such a turn on for him. Knowing they had fucked the night before just made him want her that much more.

Jean didn't know what had come over him but she wasn't going to worry about it. She loved the sex between the two of them and had really missed it these last several months. Even the sex with John earlier that day did nothing to weaken her desire for her husband. She could not even understand herself why after all the sex during the day she was so ready to feel her husband filling up her young cunt. Three different men in less than a day only made her want him more.

The sex was wild and exciting between them. Much like it had been when they first married. Wayne brought her to a climax twice before he climaxed himself. She was totally exhausted by the time he finally finished and rolled off of her. She was a totally satisfied woman as she quickly went on to sleep. 

She was up the next morning as the sun was coming up. She hastened to the kitchen to fix breakfast for Wayne and Neal. She still had a smile on her face as she hustled around the kitchen. She had not bothered getting dressed. She just slipped on a short robe that did little to hide her body from the men's eyes. Her smile was contagious as the two men eat breakfast. Wayne was happy that he was the reason she was smiling.

They finished eating and she said good bye to both of them as Neal left for school and Wayne to work. She hugged and kissed Wayne and gave Neal a hug. She didn't dare do more with Wayne standing next to them. She could see the disappointment in Neal's eyes as he walked out the door.

As they were getting in their cars to leave Neal jumped out and went back toward the house. "I left my books in the house." He went back toward the house as Wayne left the driveway.

Wayne wondered just what he was up to and he pulled off to the side of the road and waited for Neal to go by. Five minutes later Neal passed where he was parked without seeing him. Wayne had been imagining all sorts of different things they may have been going on back at the house. His cock was hard from thinking about the two of them together. He was disappointed when Neal passed and at the same time relieved that there wasn't anything going on between them. All day his cock would get hard just thinking about them. Once again he managed to meet Susan for only a few minutes. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she moved on to another man. He was glad it was coming to an end. He had almost lost his wife because he couldn't say no to her.

Neal went back for his books that he had forgot on purpose. Jean turned as he came back through the door. "What did you forget?"

"This." He pulled her to him and kissed her. She didn't resist and answered him by opening her mouth to his prying tongue. His hand went under the robe to fondle the naked breast waiting there. Just as the night before she let him have his way. She had always been faithful to Wayne until Neal had caught her at a weak moment and them John taking advantage of her the next day. Now she welcomed the advances he was making on her and did nothing to stop him. Even after the loving she had received the night before it turned her on to have his hands touching her where only Wayne had touched until yesterday.

Finally she knew she had to stop him or he would never get to school on time. "You need to get going or you will be late."

"Can I just skip today?"

"No. What would Wayne think to find out you skipped school just to spend the day with me? We will have some time together, I promise."

So five minutes later he was back out the door and on his way to school. As he passed where Wayne was parked he thought he saw a vehicle like Wayne's but didn't give it much thought. His mind was on his hard cock and the promise that they would get together again. Wayne would have been interested in knowing what had gone on during the extra five minutes in the house.

Jean would have been happy for him to stay with her all day. She had just come to realize how much she liked sex. The weeks without sex with Wayne had left her very vulnerable to the advances of Neal and John. She was glad that her husband was once again paying attention to her but at the same time she liked the loving the other men were giving her. She knew that she should bring both of them to a halt, but she didn't think John would listen and Neal was like a breath of fresh air with his youth and passion. She was just going to have to be very careful around all three.




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She finished her morning chores and was a little surprised and also disappointed that John hadn't been by already. She had expected him to be at the house as soon as the others left. She dressed in her jeans and one of Wayne's shirts that she tied beneath her breasts. It left her tits visible and her tan stomach exposed. She knew that she looked good enough to attract the attention of any man. She went to the barn.

At the barn John wasn't there and the truck he used was gone. She tried to hide her disappointment at not seeing him. She was ready to get fucked whether she would admit it or not. She saddled her horse and rode back to back edge of their property. 

There was a small streamed that ran through the farm and it formed a pool of water that was just deep enough to swim in. The stream was spring fed and the water was always so cold that she couldn't stay in it for long at a time. She carried a blanket tied behind her saddle that she would spread out and sun bathe after the cold swim. This was how she had managed an all over tan. She was afraid to sun bathe nude by the swimming pool at the house because of John being around every day. She realized as she spread out the blanket and stripped off her clothes that she no longer had that problem.

She dropped her clothes on the blanket and walked nude to the edge of the water. She always dreaded taking the first step into the water. Once she made that first step and got over the shock she dove out into the deeper part. The cold water brought her nipples to an instant hardness, which she loved. It was like the first touch of a man's hands on her tits.

She could only stand the cold for a minute before getting out and lying naked on the blanket. The hot sun soon warmed her body as she stretched out on the blanket. She loved being naked out side under the sun. If she had her way she would never put on a suit. She had to laugh as she thought about Neal and Wayne watching her naked. The warm sun soon had her dozing off.

The sounds of her horse waken her. She rolled over on her stomach and saw John setting on his horse watching her. She had hoped to see him at the barn but now was glad to see him at the pool. She didn't make a move to cover up. He had seen and sampled all of her the day before and she was ready to have him love her again. Once the initial hurt was over the day before she enjoyed having her cunt stuffed with his big black cock as he move in and out of her welcoming body.

When she didn't make a move to cover up John dismounted and tied his horse. He walked over to her and pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants. He didn't wear any underwear and his cock was standing up high and proud. He started to lie down next to her but she stopped him. "You have to go in the water first."

"That spring water is ice cold."

"I know, I have already been in. If you want me you are going to have to go in first." She laughed as he headed to the edge of the water. His big cock was swinging between his legs and she watched and wondered, not for the first time, how she had ever taken all that in her little cunt.

John wanted her more today than even yesterday. He would do anything she asked to feel her beneath him again. He stepped out into the cold water. He thought he was going to freeze. With one big jump he dove in. He came up screaming and about to freeze. He couldn't get out of the water fast enough. 

He bounced out of the water and ran back to her. She took one look at him and started laughing.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Look at your self." The water had the opposite effect on his cock than on her nipples. His once hard cock was now drawn up to almost nothing. "Here, lay down next to me. I am sure that the condition is not permanent."

He dropped down and stretched out next to her. Their bodies made such a contrast as his large black body and her white one lay side by side in the morning sun.

She raised up and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are you going to treat me as rough as you did yesterday?"

"No, I promise to take it easy this time."

She broke the kiss and moved down his body, kissing every inch as she made her way down to the beautiful black cock that she intended to help back to it's once magnificent state. Her lips touched it and he was already starting to get hard. She took the whole thing in her mouth. She worried it with her tongue as she felt it growing. She knew that she couldn't take all of him in her mouth when he was hard but she wanted to feel him grow in her.

Her warm mouth and busy tongue soon had him hard. As his cock grew harder more and more of it escaped from her mouth. Finally she was only able to contain half of it in her sucking mouth. She and Wayne both liked the oral part of sex. She didn't really like him to shoot off in her mouth where she had to swallow, but today she wanted to taste all of John's cum and she worked faster and faster to bring him off. She wasn't worried about him not getting hard again. After yesterday she knew that he could go several times without stopping.

John lay on his back with his hands behind his head and watched as her mouth move up and down his cock. Her pretty face was stuffed with more cock than she had ever had before. He watched as his black cock disappeared between her pretty white lips. The sight was more than he could stand. Sooner than he wanted he knew he was about to cum. "I'm almost there. If you don't want a mouth full then you better be stopping."

Jean was glad that he had warned her instead of just filling her mouth with cum. She let him know by her actions that she wanted him to fill her mouth with his cum. She speeded up her mouth action as her hands played with his balls and the part of his cock she couldn't take in her mouth. 

He couldn't wait any longer. He raised his hips to push more of his cock in her mouth as cum poured from him. She sucked faster and faster as his cum hit the back of her throat. She was swallowing fast as she tried to take it all. Even his cum tasted different from her husband's. She swallowed all he gave her before lifting her mouth from him and finish cleaning up his cock with her tongue.

His cock was still hard when she moved up and kissed him. He could taste his cum on her tongue as she worked it in his mouth. He had never had anyone let him taste his own cum once they had sucked him. The taste wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. 

She raised up; "did you like that?"

"That was the best I ever had. Almost as good as what you have between your legs."

"Oh, you like what I have between my legs?"

"You know I do."

"Then why don't you lay back and let me give you something I am sure we both will like." She moved up over him. Her cunt was right above his face as she lowered her body down until his tongue could touch the opening to her cunt. She stopped going lower as she worked her clit back and forth over his tongue. She was already dripping from sucking him and the juice was running from her cunt to coat his tongue. She reached back with one hand and found his cock was once again totally hard. She raised up and away from his searching tongue to move back until his cock was at the opening to her soaking cunt. 

Jean was having the time of her life. Even with Wayne she had never felt as free to do what ever she wanted as she did with John. Her cunt was open with her legs straddling his body. She guided his cock to her opening with her hand as she lowered her body down too completely engulf his cock in her hot cunt. She let the weight of her body take her down, down, down until his cock was completely in her. Unlike the day before, the entrance to her body brought her to her first climax.

Jean just sat on his cock enjoying the first of several climaxes as his big cock filled ever part of her hot cunt. As she recovered she leaned forward and kissed him. She fucked his mouth with her tongue as she worked her cunt up and down his wonderful cock. The blowjob she had given him earlier made it possible for him to hold back his climax again as she once more worked her cunt to a climax.

She lay on top of him toe to toe and mouths to mouth as she squeezed his cock with the muscles of her cunt. With Wayne she usually could cum several time a night but they had to take their time between each one. Not so with John, each climax was quickly followed by the next.

John could not believe how much she wanted to fuck. He could have kicked himself for not approaching her earlier. Her tight cunt was better than any woman he had ever been with. He had always wanted a white woman to fuck but never had the nerve. She was even better than he thought she would be. 

He rolled her over on her back without taking his cock from her soaked cunt. She brought her legs up to wrapped around his back, raising her cunt to him in the process. She wanted to open her body to him for his enjoyment as well as hers. Her tits were pressed against his chest as she stayed as close to him as she could get. She wanted to feel every inch on him touching her. Her body was red hot from the heat their sex had generated. His cock was fast working up another climax that they both would share.

Jean could feel his cock swelling as he moved faster and faster. She knew that he was about to cum and she wanted to cum with him. Wrapping her legs and arms tighter around him she cried for him to fuck faster and faster.

When both had gone as far as they could go he drove deep in her cunt and let the cum pour. His cum was draining from him with every shot. Her cunt was clinching and unclenching as his cum emptied into her willing body. Not just willing, but welcoming body. She wanted to feel it all. His cock was buried deep in her cunt and his tongue was half way down her throat. She sucked his tongue as she had his cock earlier and her cunt was milking him for every drop of cum in his body. His cum was going straight into her womb. Later she was thankful she was on birth control pills or she would surely have been pregnant. At the time she didn't care. 

They made love again later before once again taking a dip in the cold water. Together they rode back to the house. At the barn he unsaddled the horses as she watched.

"John, we will have to be very careful. You know what would happen if anyone should ever find out about us."

"I know, but I just had to have you."

"Now I feel the same way, but only when we can be alone. I love my husband and I don't want to lose him."

"What about you and Neal? Do you plan on continuing with him?"

"I don't know any other way. I should never have let him have sex. He is not going to give up now that we have been together. I don't think it will last long. He will find a girl that he just has to have and it will just be a memory with me. You will do the same thing. You men or all alike, once you have what you want you soon start looking for something new." When she said that it dawned on her, for the first time, that Wayne's problem could very well be another woman.

John protested that he would never grow tired of her but he knew that she was right. In the mean time he was going to enjoy all of her sexy body he could.

Jean went in the house and took a nice warm shower as she cleaned John's cum from her body. She searched her body over for signs that she had been fucking all morning. Other than the lips of her cunt being a little red and her nipples swollen she wasn't any the worse off. She wondered what she was going to do with Neal. She hadn't told John but she didn't intend to stop with him. She was surprised to find that she was looking forward to her next time with her brother, even after the best morning of sex in her life. She wanted all three men. Some how she was going to have to figure out a way to have her cake and eat it too.

Neal had to stay at school late that afternoon and Wayne was late getting home. Both once again managed to arrive at about the same time. Jean knew Neal would be at school but Wayne had called and said he would be late. He had some work he had to do before leaving for the day. His work was with Susan at a motel for the last four hours. Once again he was exhausted by the time he reached home. He had planned on breaking up with her but once she had his cock buried in her cunt he was lost again. He knew that he was playing with fire, but like the moth he was steadily drawn to the flame.

She had waited to fix dinner for them. Like the night before she took every opportunity to tease them. Again she was more open with Wayne but she gave Neal his share also. Only tonight Wayne didn't respond as he had the night before. 

They finished dinner and watched TV for a while before Neal went down stairs to his room. They went to their bedroom. Wayne was almost asleep by the time she came out of the bathroom. She had on a thin gown that was meant more to incite than to sleep in. Wayne didn't even notice. 

Jean climbed on the bed and curled up beside him. When he didn't make a move to acknowledge her she sat back up in the bed. "What is your trouble tonight?"

He was almost asleep but roused up to answer her. "I had a hard day at work."

"You have had a hard day at work for three months. What is going on? The night before you went to sleep and them woke up and couldn't get enough sex. Last night you were like the old you. Tonight you or tired again. I want to know what is going on. Are you seeing someone else?"

Wayne could not have lied if he wanted to. His expression told her more than words would have. She moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Who is she?"

Wayne was wide-awake by now. In his exhausted condition he didn't have the strength to think of a plausible excuse. "Just a woman at work. She doesn't mean anything to me."

"What the hell do you mean, she doesn't mean anything to you? You been fucking her for three months and she doesn't mean anything?" Jean was now out of bed and standing at the foot staring at him.

"I just mean it is over."

"If it is over where have you been tonight?"

"I met her and tried to break it off."

"What do you mean you tried to break it off. All you have to do is tell the bitch to hit the road!"

"That was what I was going to do, but she wanted once more before we quit. One more led to another and then another. I don't know what it is about her it's like she cast a spell on me and I can't stop."

"What does she look like? Is she so pretty that you can't resist her?"

"No, She is attractive but she isn't real pretty. She is at least 20 years older than me."

"Well, it is apparent that she has something going for her. Do you want a divorce?"

"NO! I love you. I don't want to give you up. I know what I am doing is wrong and I can't seem to stop myself, but you haven't been exactly pure yourself. I saw you two nights ago with Neal."

Jean was speechless. He had seen her let his brother fuck her and he hadn't said anything about it. Then he had fucked her better than he had in months. "I know it is no excuse, but you went to sleep on me and we haven't had much sex the last few weeks and I let him go to far. Why didn't you say something when you saw us?"

"At first I wanted to kick both of your asses. Then I got kind of excited watching you and him. Then you came back to the room and I just had to fuck you myself. After that I couldn't very well tell you I had watch you let my brother fuck you. I must be some sort of weird guy to get a kick out of watching someone else fuck you."

"You knew that he had just fucked me and still you wanted me? You wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom to clean up. You knew all the time why my cunt was so wet and still you fucked me." All the talk of Neal fucking her was having an effect on Wayne. His cock was getting hard and it was not lost on Jean. "Looks like you still like the idea of your brother sliding his cock in my cunt."

He couldn't hide his arousal from her. "I know something is wrong with me but the thought of you and him together just turns me on. Even now, when I am so tired I can't help myself."

She walked back to the bed and sat down beside him. "Do you want to fuck now?"

"Yes." He pulled her to him and kissed her. She loved the way he kissed and always had. Soon she was on her back and he was moving up over her. She spread her legs and guided his cock to the opening to her cunt. He entered her as he had hundreds of times before, but this time it was different. She knew that he had cheated and that watching her fuck his brother was a turn on for him. 

He fucked her slow and easy at first while he kissed her breasts and lips. His lips were sucking on her breasts when she asked him, "would you like to see me and Neal together again?" His cock gave a jump in her cunt when she asked him that. Before he could answer he was cumin in her. His cum spurred her on to her own climax.

"I take that as a yes."

"Yes, I would love to watch you again. Don't tell Neal that I want to see him fucking you. He would think I am really sick."

"What if I can't arrange it for you to see? Would it be alright if I just told you everything we did?"

"I would love to watch but knowing everything would be good."

"If I do that or you going to break up with that woman? I don't like the idea of you fucking anyone but me."

"All I can promise you is I will try."

Jean rolled over and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she came out he was almost asleep. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I think I will go check out Neal. The poor boy is probably feeling left out about now. I will see you in the morning." She left the room without him saying anything. His cock was getting hard again just thinking about her going to his brother. Exhausted he went to sleep with a hard cock as he watched her walk from the room naked.

She didn't bother putting on clothes since she knew it would only be minutes before she was in Neal's bed naked anyway.

She didn't bother to knock on his door it was partly open and she pushed it on open and saw him lying in bed. The light beside the bed was still on but he had feel asleep. The covers had not even been turned back as he lay on top with only his shorts on. She could see his nice cock through the material of his shorts. 

She moved up on the bed without waking him. She eased his cock out through the opening of his shorts. Leaning down she took him in her mouth. His cock was soft and warm to her mouth and her tongue bathed it all over. Soon it started to rise and in seconds it was hard and firm. She looked up and he was watching her. She let his cock slip from her mouth. "Raise up and let's get these shorts out of the way." He raised his hips and she slid them down his legs and off.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come back to me."

"I told you we would have to be careful and wait until the opportunity was right. Wayne is tired again tonight and went right off to sleep. I don't think he will wake until morning. We have all night to check each other out. I want to see if you are really as good as the first time." She moved up and kissed him, letting her mouth open and her tongue move between his lips in search of his.

Neal was glad to see her here with him. Her beautiful naked body stretched out on his. His hands went to her breast soon to be followed by his mouth. His finger slid down her bare stomach to tangle in the fine hair covering her cunt. 

She rolled off of him and let him have his way with her body. She liked the way he looked at her and the touch of his hands and mouth on her. She found herself wanting him on her and his cock deep in her pussy. Just as she had with John earlier that day she wanted to feel all of him touching her. She was glad that she could now fuck Neal anytime with her husband's permission. She just had to find a way to have them both at the same time without telling Neal that his brother wanted to watch them fucking. Tonight she just wanted him to fuck her as many times and as often as he liked. 




Forced But It Didn't Take Much



Neal was a typical 18-year-old. His cock stayed hard most of the time and now that he knew that he could fuck his sister whenever he wanted it was rock hard. He moved over her and she opened her legs for him. She watched as his big cock found it's way to the opening of her cunt and sink slowly deeper into her welcoming cunt. For the last three months she had not had as much loving as she liked. Now that she was with Neal and John as well as her husband she was totally satisfied.

She relaxed and let him work her cunt over with his big cock. It felt so good to feel the hard young cock as he moved in and out of her body. He slowly brought her higher and higher until she could no longer wait. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. "Come on, move faster," she whispered in his ear. "Faster, Faster, let me feel all of you in me." He answered her every wish and drove faster and harder, his cock pounding away at her warm hot cunt. 

Soon he could no longer stand the feeling. He had to shoot and he told her so. "I'm ready to. When you start to cum I want you to drive as deep as you can and stay there. I want to feel your hot cum pour into me. He speeded up and she moved right with him. When he climaxed he drove into her as deep as he could go. His hands were under her ass as he pulled her cunt as tight against him as it could go. His cum shot out in one hard shot after another. The hot cum pushed her over the edge and she climaxed with him. 

She could feel every bit of his cum each time he shot. The hot cum made her wish that she wasn't on the pill. She wanted to fill his cum as it entered her womb. 

After they recovered they lay in each other's arms and talked. "Now or you sorry your girl friend didn't come through?"

"No way, she couldn't have been this good."

"I'm glad she turned you down myself. I like what we or doing together."

"What about Wayne? What if he finds out about us?"

"Have you ever heard about men that liked their wife to be with other men?"

"I've heard about them, but why would anyone want their wife to fuck someone else?"

"I think they just want them to have more enjoyment than one man can give them."

"Have you ever been with another man other than Wayne?"

"You are the first for me other than my husband, and it turns out to be his brother. I never wanted anyone other than Wayne until the other night. You caught me at a weak moment and I sure am glad you did." She didn't bother to tell him that since that night she was fucking the black handy man every day.

"I'm glad I caught you at a weak moment also. I just hope my brother doesn't find out."

"What would you do if he did?"

"I would probably have to leave here."

"What if I could talk him into letting you stay?"

"How could you talk him into letting me stay after he found out about us?"

"Would you like to have me at the same time Wayne was?"

"You mean both of us at the same time?"

"Yes."

"He would never agree to that."

"If I could get him to agree would you do it?"

"Hell yes, that would be the hottest thing I ever did."'

"I can tell by the way your cock is hard again that you like that idea. I will have to start working on Wayne. That way we could be together anytime we wanted."

The talk had them both ready again. She turned around and took his cock in her mouth. She wanted the next load down her throat.

He looked at her wet pussy that was just above his face. He didn't know what it would be like to suck his own cum from her cunt. He didn't have much of a choice as she lowered her cunt down to his mouth. He found out the taste wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it may be. Soon they both climaxed together. She swallowed his cum and he licked her fresh juice from her cunt. They cleaned each other up with their mouths before turning around again. 

It was nearly sun up when she made her way back to her room. Wayne was waiting on her. His cock was hard as he pulled her down on the bed and drove his rock hard cock deep in her hot wet pussy where his brother had deposited many loads of cum during the night. As he fucked her she told him all that had happened the night before. He couldn't wait and he filled her cunt with his cum. She didn't make it that time after so many climaxes before, but she was happy to be in her husband's arms. She was going to have the time of her life when they both were together with her.

Both men staggered up and got ready for school and work. She was worn out from all the loving during the night and stayed in bed. 

It was an embarrassing moment when they met in the kitchen. Neal had been fucking his brother's wife and felt guilty until Wayne told him Jean had told him everything. "Relax brother, Jean told me everything. Seems she wants us both. She is a lot of woman and it will take both of us to keep her happy. At least until you finish school. They left the house laughing, both sorry that it would be tonight before they could be with her again.

It was almost lunch when the door to the bedroom opened. The sound woke Jean and she sat up in bed. She was still naked from the night before. It was John coming to check on her. He saw her setting up in bed with the sheet down around her waist. Her pretty tits were naked to his gaze. She didn't make any effort to cover up from him. "I just thought I may need to check on you. It is almost lunch and you haven't got out of bed yet. Are you alright?"

She motioned for him to come closer to the bed. When he did she turned back the cover and he could see her naked body. "Come on strip and get in here with me." It didn't take him lone to shed his clothes and join her on the bed.

"You look like you had a busy night."

"It was busy but I still have enough for you. Get over here and let me feel that big cock in me again."

He couldn't wait to fuck her again. Like her husband and her brother he wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around his hard cock. There wasn't any hesitation on either of their parts. He wanted to fuck her and she wanted him too. He took his time and brought her to several climaxes before he finally dropped his black seed in her cunt. She remembered last night how she wished she wasn't on the pill so that she could feel Neal's cum getting her pregnant. Now she was glad that she was still on the pill or she would have to explain how she happened to have a black baby.

They lay together until mid afternoon before getting up and taking a shower together. They went out too the pool and swam until it was time for Neal and Wayne to get home. Jean knew that she may get her husband and his brother together at the same time but no way would they ever agree for John to join them. John understood he was to keep quite or they would be in trouble. He was satisfied to take care of her during the day and they could take care of her each night. What the white men didn't know wasn't going to hurt him.

That night Jean, Neal, and her husband had the first threesome of their lives. At first it was very awkward but Jean took matters into her own hands. She stripped and had both of them follow her. She lay them both down on the bed, one on each side of her. As she lay between the two brothers she took each of their cocks in her hands. As she worked them both the men started to relax and get with the program.

Wayne was the first to make a move. He rolled toward her, not enough to make her release his cock but so he could get his hands around her tit. He brought it to his lips where he quickly sucked it until the nipple was hard. Looking across at Neal he said, "She has two of these. Don't you think you should be working on the other one?"

Neal didn't need any more encouragement. He went to work on her other tit. Soon he moved down to her cunt with his mouth. He had to move Wayne's finger away to make room for his tongue. 

That is the way the first night went. Both men touching her as she had never been touched. They took her to higher places than she had never thought possible. Jean loved what each man could do for her but now it was even better than twice as good. Climax after climax followed each time one of them fucked her until she could no longer respond. When they all had finally had all each could stand they fell asleep with her sandwiched between them.

She was the first to wake the next morning. It took only a moment before she figured out where she was. She looked at the two men, so alike, lying next to her. Her first thought was that less than a week ago she was wondering what was happing to her marriage. Her husband no longer wanted to make love to her. Now she was getting all the sex she wanted from both her husband and his brother. Plus all the sex with John that the others knew nothing about. She looked forward to the rest of the school year with all of them.

The next few months were more of the same. Neal had move into their bedroom to stay. Each night it was either both of them together or separately with the other watching. Each day was filled with more sex with John. She loved all the sex with them but some times she had to just tell them no for a few days while she rested up. The three were about to wear her out. She had never thought she would have more sex than she wanted but from time to time she did.

Neal was the first to go. He graduated and left to go to college. He would still get back every couple of months to spend some time with them. He was always welcome back by them both.

John followed a few weeks later. A friend of his asked him to move out of state to a new job. It was one he couldn't turn down even to the point of leaving Jean. The last week they were together they were seldom apart. Jean knew that she was going to be the one who really missed him.

Wayne had broke up with Susan finally. The sex with Jean and his brother was much more a turn on than with Susan alone. After Neal left he and Jean still made love nearly every night. It was good but it just wasn't the same as when both men turned their attention to satisfying her. Wayne soon found another women and it wasn't long before Jean noticed he wasn't paying attention the way he did before. She knew that he had found another young cunt to fuck.

Soon she was back as she had been before John and Neal. They had advertised for a handy man to replace John but without much luck. 

Jean was out by the pool one afternoon lying naked to soak up some sun. Since she was the only one around she had stared making it a regular practice. She heard someone call her name and raised up pulling a towel around her as she did. She looked toward the gate where a young black man stood looking at her. "What do you want?"

"I am Pete and my Uncle John sent me to see you. He said you needed some one to help you out since he has been gone." Without being asked he opened the gate and walked over to where she sat with only the towel covering her. What she saw was a 20-year-old black male with big muscles and a huge bulge in his pants.

"Have you had any experience?"

"Not very much at keeping up the farm but a lot at what uncle John said you needed." He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants. Jean dropped her eyes down to see a cock even larger than n his Uncle's. It was standing out straight and hard.

Jean looked back at his face. He was taking in all of her while she had looked him over. She pulled the towel from her body. "You look like you have all the right equipment, lets see if you know how to use it." She spread her legs and reached up and pulled him down to her. She guided him to her open cunt. As he entered her she said. "Just take it slow and easy. I never had one this big."

Pete was hired that day and moved in that night. He was on the job early the next morning as Wayne pulled out of the driveway. He worked hard all day. He only quit in time for Jean to get cleaned up before Wayne arrived home. Besides his cock needed a rest before he started the next day. 

Pete did just enough work on the farm that Wayne let him stay. The work he was best suited to do was after Wayne left each morning. The farm work was just the price he had to pay for the prettiest white pussy in the county. He was a lucky young man.



Forced, but Loving It



Jenn was my ex's roommate. Think a willful gamer, if a bit rude and obstinate on occasion. Bluntly, she could be a bitch, but should also be a blast on the right night. And, more to the interest of readers on this site in particular, she was sexy. Racially she was half white and half Latino, and this reflected well in her features. Her dark hair was long, reaching just shy of the small of her back and only barely hinting at red highlights. Her breasts were large, full D cups that dominated her otherwise lithe frame. And her nipples were dark, and pierced. Her ass was round and offered just the slightest of curves. She was, again, sexy.

But she was other things, as well. Married, for one. And a bit of a slut, for another. Now, her being a slut could be a great thing if she managed to remain faithful to her husband. Sadly, she did not. She seemed moved by a desire to seduce and attract nearly any male she could. She practically made a game of it, and thoroughly enjoyed playing it. How do I know? Well, on one certain night I caught her in the act. During the moment I kept my mouth shut, but I thought about what I had seen a great deal. In time, I formed a simple plan. I hid a small camera in her bedroom one night. From the positioning it was almost impossible to catch, but it had a good view of the entire room. On the next night both my ex and her husband were gone, I activated it. And, predictably enough, I had the results I expected. A video, low quality but still, of her with another man. So -- I loaded the video onto my phone, and waited once more. Waited for what? Well, maybe some would mock me for it, but at that point in time I was still with my ex. As much as blackmailing Jenn into sexual servitude tempted me, I wasn't quite willing to cheat to taste such pleasures. As it would happen, though, my ex cheated on me instead. With that relationship over there was nothing else in my way. 

How did I first approach her? Well, as she had sided with my ex, I was fairly certain Jenn wouldn't have much interest in chatting with me. So -- I took a screen shot from the video, showing her riding her lover-of-the-moment, and sent it to her cell. A minute later my phone rang.

"Please don't tell my husband." 

I was surprised, honestly. As difficult as Jenn could be, she seemed to understand her position immediately.

"A request like that would require some motivation, dear. Can you imagine what motivation I'd want?"

"I could come by later and persuade... I can be very persuasive."

"Can you, now? Fair enough... Come by my apartment tonight."

"Well, I'm supposed to be having dinner-"

"Perhaps I wasn't clear. You'll be at my apartment tonight, or I'll e-mail this video to your husband."

"...okay."

Her voice was terse. Annoyed, even. Still, she had agreed. I invited a friend, Seth, over a couple hours before I expected her to arrive. Seth and I had been friends for years, and he knew Jenn purely by association with me. Seth had voiced his approval for Jenn's curves in the past, and so I had invited him to enjoy them a bit more firsthand. Seth is black, 6'2, and in a good bit better shape than me. For my part, I've got brown hair, green eyes, and am 5'10. Seth wasn't completely on board with my plan at first, but in time lust would get the better of him. When Jenn arrived she was clearly surprised to see Seth waiting with me, but she didn't question it. Jenn wore a generic t-shirt and jeans, which Seth and I quickly got to work removing. Seth's hands gripped the bottom of her shirt, as my fingers quickly unbuttoned her jeans. In a few quick seconds she was down to her underwear, a purple lace demi bra with matching thong.

My fingers quickly entered her panties and found her, somewhat surprisingly, to be quite wet. Seth made short work of her bra, and proceeded softly caress her breasts. Jenn tried to speak, likely in protest of the treatment being received by her lovely breasts (having not agreed to Seth's presence). Seth's glare cut her words short. Seth forced her to bend over, pushed her thong to the side, and pulled out his cock. I must admit, his was longer. A good nine inches which stood readily at attention. My own is seven inches, but a bit thicker. I pulled my own cock out quickly. Before Jenn knew what to say Seth pushed into her pussy. Her mouth opened to gasp, and my dick quickly filled it. Her moans, partially drowned out by my cock in her mouth, sounded pleasurable yet strained. Seth reached around her to find her breasts again. Yet this time his touch was more rough and demanding. 

While her moans still sounded somewhat strained, more depth and pleasure began to appear in those desperate noises. Indeed, her hips now moved ever so slightly to match Seth's thrusts. It seems worth noting, as well, that she had increased her efforts and attention on my cock as well. As her hips moved with Seth's penetration, her lips wrapped tighter around my cock. The pressure of her suction varied slightly, and her tongue began lovingly toying with the head of cock. As her moans became louder and louder her body stiffened. One last, sated moan left her throat. Hearing her pleasure and feeling the slightest of vibrations in her tongue with the moan, I started to cum. My first shot filled her mouth, but pulling out after this the remaining shots of cum coated her face lightly. Seth, a minute or two later, pulled out and stroked himself to completion on her lovely ass. 

"Mmm. You were a perfect little whore, Jenn."

"I'm glad you managed to have your fun. Now, the video...?"

"Oh, madame... You've only just begun to earn it back. You'll have to give much more pleasure before that particular prize is won."



Forced But Not Broken



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is entirely fictional and in no way condones violence against women. It is only an expression of personal sexual curiosities. Nor is the story written with any inherent desire to serve as a reflection on the Muslim community. With no offense intended, I try to use archetypes rather than broadly define a religious society in negative hues. I assume that there are a multitude of cultural inaccuracies. 

Sahara knew that her 18th birthday would mean that she would be considered an old maid without a husband in her Pakistani village. But she had ambition, and a caring family that wanted her to reach her dream of becoming a teacher. 

The problem was the majority in the rest of her village, who just wanted her to be a baby machine who abode by the rules that established what must happen in order to be, in their eyes, "a good Pakistani woman." She must wear a burka that would conceal her shapely, athletic body, not letting anyone see her flowing black locks and beautiful olive skin until the day when a man marries her and keeps her away, only able to be herself behind the walls of her home.

The neighbor, Jahan, was one of the men in the village like this. He was a 36 year old blacksmith, not unattractive because of the workouts from a livelihood built with his hands, but still in the 15th century when it came to women. He chased after 16-year-old girls with hopes of having a wife bear him a son. He chided Sahara for her desire to work outside the home and being driven by goals and personal satisfaction: sexually, socially, professionally, and otherwise.

Still, Jahan found Sahara incredibly sexy for an "old maid." Sahara caught him staring at her as she hung her laundry in the back yard, only dressed in her silk undergarments. Her c-cup breasts were only shielded by a thin white cloth, as her curvy olive-skinned legs poked through a slit in her underskirt. Her small feet were dirty, but delicate as they moved quickly about the dirt yard, carrying out her chores diligently.

"What are you looking at Jahan Sahib," Sahara snapped. "I thought you only liked adolescent girls."

"You better watch yourself, kafir!" he said. "I could have you arrested and stoned for tempting me like that in your slutty manner. What makes you so sexy to tempt a man."

Sahara give him a vulgar gesture before shutting his view of her. But she knew full well that the law was against her if Jahan decided to have his way. She would avert contact with him. She could probably accomplish that before leaving for college in Islamabad at the end of a couple weeks. 

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Two nights before leaving for Islamabad, Sahara's family held a small gathering with close friends. They feasted on lamb kebab and rice as her father and mother did traditional dances to the ancient music being played on their cassette player. 

Sahara praised her parent's for their guidance and support. She joined in singing with friends until early in the morning. As the sun began to come up, most of her friends left, save for her longtime crush, Tarik, who helped her parents clean. 

Tarik was also 18 and fairly progressive in his view of women. Sahara and Tarik used to climb trees and read books as children. It was only in their teens that they began to view each other in a more sexual way. Though they have kissed and danced several times, they remained proper in respect to the honor of their parents and own personal drives. 

Tarik was going to engineering school in Lahore as Sahara went to Islamabad. Their parents had considered arranging a marriage between them, but the two wanted to hold off until they've completed education. They had every intention of staying close and making their families happy in the long run. 

After Tarik had helped Sahara's parents clean and get into bed for a day of rest before their daughter's departure, Sahara walked him to the gate of their house. Walking hand in hand, she dared to lift up her hijab to peck him on the cheek to say goodbye. She knew that she would be writing him on a daily basis after getting settled in Islamabad.

It was then that Jahan snuck up behind Tarik and struck him on the head with a rock. She knocked Sahara on the ground, covering her mouth with his hand as she began to scream. Her eyes grew wide as her head hit the ground and her hijab fell away. 

"Shut up you bitch, you kafir." Jahan said in a forceful whisper. "I will show you how we deal with infidels who break their humility and show such pornography before the eyes of god and everyone. I will kill your fellow infidel if you try my patience."  

Sahara wept as Jahan threw her over his shoulder and clenched Tarik by the head to drag him to his home. She feared for her life but also for Tarik, willing to do anything to keep them both alive. She simply kept quiet and dreadfully anticipated what Jahan was going to do to teach her his perception of the way a woman ought to act. 

Jahan tied both his captives at the wrists with coarse rope, pushing an unconscious Tarik into a corner and throwing Sahara onto a pillow-lined bed. With a knife between his teeth, he told Sahara that if she cooperated and stayed quiet, her friend would live. "If not..." He took the knife and cut a small 1 cm. slit in her olive thigh, just deep enough to draw blood. 

The contempt in Sahara's beautiful brown eyes was almost palpable, her chest heaving, and brow furrowed in concentrated angst. Still, she nodded to Jahan in order to protect the life of her love and any chance that she herself would be set free from this shameful harassment. 

Jahan picked Sahara up by her arm and threw her back against the bed after cutting her hands free. She massaged her wrists as Jahan gazed upon the purple shalwar kameez she wore, drifting over her breasts and wrapped around her muscular, but trim legs. He salivated as he moved up to her in the bed, standing beside her as he took off her red shoes in an almost gentle way. 

"I've waited a lot time to show you how to be a proper girl," Jahan said. "I hope that you are quiet for the sake of you and your fellow kafir." 

Sahara simply weeped softly as Jahan slipped his knife into her garment and cut away at the fabric. He kissed her ample breasts as he settled the weight of his torso between her thighs. 

Sahara shook her curly, black hair as he slapped her again and unfastened his trousers. She clasped her thighs shut as he pinned her arms down and nibbled on her breasts. 

"You better stop resisting," Jahan said. "I will have to hurt your Tarik." 

Sahara loosened her legs. Jahan slowly ran his fingers up Sahara's strong thighs and actually kissed her swollen round, brown nipples. She felt ashamed that she would actually find his touch somewhat pleasurable, and she began to get wet in the soft warmth between her legs. 

Jahan moved his hand down to her calves, caressing the bronze-hued skin as Sahara bit her lip with the confusion and anger going through her head. She kept her hands to her side as Jahan kissed down her belly and hovered around the mound between her thighs, breathing in her scent as she began to curse him. 

Jahan paid no attention as he knelt before her, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. He licked her slit while grabbing her feet. As he licked up and down her lips, his hands began to knead her toes. She could feel that his penis was rock hard as her foot grazed the end of its tip.

Despite Sahara's anger, she gasped and winced with the sensations that ran through her pelvis to her breasts. As Jahan licked her clitoris and tickled her vagina with his finger, she grasped him roughly by the top of the head as she cried out with a mix of pleasure and anger.

Tarik stirred at this, sitting on the corner of the room with blood trickling down his forehead. "Get off of her," he shouted as he somewhat came to his senses. "I'll kill you if you hurt her." 

At this, Sahara saw an opportunity, using her feet to push Jahan away from her sweltering core and across the room. She propped up on her forearms before Jahan sprung back up and jumped on her, pinning her to the bed. 

Jahan met Sahara's terrified brown eyes with a look of pure hatred. But she also sensed rejection as his furrowed brow hinted sadness. 

"I said let her go," shouted Tarik. 

Jahan immediately refastened Sahara's wrists with a tight rope, only to get up and pummel Tarik in the face. "I'm the boss here you dog," he said. "A kafir will not tell me what to do." Jahan tied a gag around Tarik's mouth and blindfolded him so he wouldn't be able to see what was going to happen next. 

Jahan went over to the bed and picked up Sahara by her bound hands. He pushed her back down so that she lay on her chest. She rest on her forearms to keep her body from pinning her hanging breasts. Jahan sneered as he regarded his prey in her perfect vulnerability. He pushed apart her legs as they fell down from the bed, extending from a round, tan ass, whose thick cheeks were positioned slightly apart on the edge.

Sahara began to cry with despair as Jahan positioned his still hard penis at the entrance of her vagina, kneeling behind her with a hand on her hips. Not even attempting to ease it in, he thrust his penis in her as she yelped in pain. He began to thrust his hips wildly as her hips remained rigid against the bed. 

A trickle of blood when down Sahara's inner thigh as Jahan's breathing quickened. Tarik's angry moans could be heard in the background as Tarik whispered in the ear of his captive.

"You could have done this the easy way, you know that," Jahan said. "I could have made you my mine and taken care of you. You could have made my home, bore my children, and I could have provided for you. Your impetuousness has only brought my wrath. Why don't you just yield."

Sahara's hips began to meet his thrusts by instinct alone, her powerful thighs meeting Jahan, her pelvic muscles squeezing Jahan. He enjoyed the sight of her round ass up in the air as it shook back and forth, dampness lubricating his continued entry into her canal. Sahara's beautiful black hair lay strewn on her back as Jahan reached around and cupped her swollen breasts.

Jahan's thrusts became more urgent as he began to feel tingles of warmth ride up his shaft. Sahara and him began to roughly pant in tune with the thrusts as Jahan let go of his being and shouted out in his cruel ecstasy, releasing his seed into Sahara's womb. She panicked and screamed as she felt the hotness of his semen running through the walls of her vagina. 

Sahara's toes curled and her thighs and pelvis tightened around Jahan. She could feel heat and sensations running through her womb and belly. Still, she refused to give Jahan the satisfaction of giving her a first orgasm. She gritted her teeth as Jahan pulled out of her, dripping his seed on her thighs and calves. This is not going to end like this, she thought.

Jahan flipped Sahara on her back and looked into her spiteful dark eyes as they shot from her pretty olive face. She shifted to her knees on the floor as Jahan, with a bit of self-assurance, fed his fading erection in her pink lips. 

Sahara teased Jahan for a few seconds, swirling her tongue underneath his shaft as she inched his penis into her mouth. As Jahan was letting down his guard, she clamped down with her teeth. 

Jahan's scream nearly reached the heavens as Sahara bit off the end of his penis and pit it's bloody stump onto the ground. As Jahan writhed in pain on the floor, curling into the fetal position, Sahara got up on her legs as kicked wherever her feet would lie: in Jahan's stomach, his head, his ass. Eventually, Jahan stopped moving as repeated kicks to the head rendered him unconscious.

Sahara gasped for breath as she found Jahan's knife and cut herself and Tarik free. The two rushed back to her house to clean up and take the morning after pill. Sahara's parents made sure to drop off Jahan at an emergency room in a neighboring town so as to elude the authorities.

Jahan suffered amnesia from the even, blocking out his memory through a combination of brain damage and humiliation.

Sahara did go on to Islamabad after a time healing with Tarik and her family. She kept in touch with Tarik over the course of their college years and eventually they got a civil wedding. Her parents help out in caring for their children as Sahara works with Amnesty International in her native country.



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Authors note: This is my first story in a number of years and my very first in the incest genre. Although I harbor similar fantasies, this story is a work of fiction. I would like to give a special shout out (thanks) to SexyGeek for providing his invaluable input.

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As I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, I couldn't help but smile seeing the sunlight shining through the large window of my master bathroom. After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky.

"Aahh...what a beautiful day," I said to myself.

Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day. Knowing all too well that there wouldn't be many more days like this before Old Man Winter reared his ugly head, I had texted my assistant the night before and informed her that I would be taking the day off to go for a much needed ride on my Harley.

A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9:30am. Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.

Entering the garage I couldn't help but admire how brightly my steel horse sparkled from the cleaning and detailing I had given her the night before. As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair. Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle.

After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads. This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. Although this was one of my favorite places to ride and I had traveled this specific route many times before, I knew today's journey would be cut short due to the fact I had promised my mother that I pay her a visit before two o'clock. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around. I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised. 

My parents live about 30 minutes east of downtown Cincinnati in a two-story farm home that was built in the late 1800's by a family of wealthy German dairy farmers. To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive. Their driveway is approximately 100 yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage. 

After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared.

"Hey sweetie," she said, greeting me warmly with a hug.

"Hey Mom," I said as we embraced. "Were you waiting impatiently by the door for me or what?" 

"Ha ha. Funny, "she said sarcastically. "No, I was actually upstairs changing when I heard a loud motorcycle barreling down my driveway!"

We both laughed at her comment.

As I shut the door behind us, I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't help but stare at Mom's magnificent ass as it swayed in front of me. Believe it or not, even though she was fifty-six years old at the time, Mom still had a great body and didn't look a day over 45. Although she is beautiful and has been blessed with a naturally tall and thin body, Mom's best asset has always been her butt. As a matter of fact, if I'm being totally honest I have to admit that I've been obsessed with Mom's ass since I was a teenager. Even though she has a thin frame and is somewhat flat chested, Mom's hips are fairly wide and her butt has just enough padding that she doesn't look too skinny. The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over. 

As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink.

"I'd love a beer," I said teasingly, knowing that my parents didn't keep alcohol in the house. "I'm parched."

You can imagine my surprise when she returned a few seconds later with a bottle of my favorite beer and a frosty mug.

Mom couldn't help but notice the perplexed look on my face as she sat the beer down beside me.

"You and your brother left a few of these in fridge when you were here on Labor Day," she said.

"Oh, okay. Gotcha."

As I poured the beer into the mug I asked, "Aren't you going to join me?"

"It's a little early in the day for that, don't ya think?"

"Nope. Not at all," I said as I took my first swig of ice cold beer.

"Besides, you know I don't drink beer."

"I know. I was just teasing." I said.

"But," she said after a short pause, "If you twist my arm hard enough you might be able to talk me into having a glass of wine."

"Since when do you keep wine around the house?" I asked.

"Since your sister left some in my fridge earlier in the week," she quipped.

Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door and removed the half empty bottle of red wine, Mom called out, "I was only kidding, Rob."

Pretending not to hear her, I poured a glass of wine before walking back into the family room. Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast.

As our glasses clinked together Mom asked, "And what exactly are we toasting to?"

"To you," I said. "The best mother a guy could ask for."

"Oh, aren't you being a sweet little brown-noser?" she teased as she took her first sip of wine. "Let me guess, do you need to borrow money or something?"

"You know better than that," I said.

"I know. I was just giving you a hard time," she replied.

"By the way, where's Dad?" I asked.

Although I knew exactly where my father was I asked the question anyway.

"What day is it?" She asked.

"Uummm, Wednesday," I answered.

"And what does your father do every Wednesday?"

"Oh...that's right. He's playing golf."

Since retiring from the military a few years earlier my father had played golf nearly every Wednesday with a group of friends. Afterwards they always went out for cocktails and dinner.

"Yep," she said. "He won't be home until at least 9 or 10."

Mom and I continued to make casual conversation for the next half hour or so until I finally asked about her computer.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Mom said as she stood up and walked over to the small corner desk where she kept her laptop.

Handing me the laptop she said, "Your Aunt Carolyn sent me an email a week or two ago and I'm not able to open the link she attached to the message."

"Uumm, isn't this the same issue you had a few months ago?" I asked as I opened up the computer and waited for it to boot up.

"Yeah, I know," she admitted. "But you know I'm computer illiterate and I honestly couldn't remember what you did before to fix the problem."

"Yeah, sure," I teased. "You probably just made this up so you would have an excuse to see me."

Mom just smiled and said, "Whatever."

As soon as the computer booted up I clicked on her email account and was asked for a password.

"RobertW1969," she said.

"Hmmmm...that's me!" I said proudly.

"Yeah, but don't go getting a big head or anything," she teased. 

As I entered the password I instinctively looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 2:30pm. 

"Do you have somewhere to be?" Mom asked.

"No, not at all," I replied casually as I opened my aunt's email. "Just a habit I guess."

I was lying.

Mom watched closely as I scrolled to the bottom of the page where the web-link was located. It really wasn't a link though, it was simply a web address that my aunt had copied and pasted into her email.

"Most of the time when someone sends me a link to a website there is a line under it and all I have to do is click on it," she said. "But this one isn't like that."

"Yeah, this is exactly like the one you had trouble with before," I said teasingly.

"I know...I know," she answered.

"It's not a problem," I said. "But watch what I do this time so you'll know how to open it next time."

I highlighted the web address, right clicked the mouse, hit the copy button, pasted the info into her web browser, and then hit enter. When the website appeared Mom reached over and squeezed my upper arm in appreciation.

"Hmmmm, someone has been working out," she said.

"Uuuhhh, yeah," I quipped sarcastically. "I've only been working out for the last twenty years or so. I'm glad you finally noticed."

"I'm just teasing sweetie. You need to lighten up and quit being so touchy."

After a brief pause Mom said, "Anyway, thanks for making a special trip just to help out your old mother."

"It's not a big deal," I said. "I'm glad I could help."

Staring at the computer screen I laughed seeing that the link my aunt had sent was basically a website full of jokes about men, predominantly about men's erectile issues.

"Interesting," I teased.

"Oh stop it," Mom said as she pinched my arm. "You know how silly your aunt can be."

"Should I be reading anything into this?" I asked playfully.

"Uhh, no. And besides, that wouldn't be any of your business anyway, would it?"

As soon as those words were out of her mouth there was a loud knock at the front door.

"Who in the heck could that be?" Mom said aloud as she rose from the sofa and began walking towards the front of the house. "I'll be right back, sweetie."

Once again I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass move from side to side as she walked away.

"Am I a pervert or what?" I asked myself.

As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door. From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. Although I couldn't hear what was being said, as Mom and the delivery guy started to talk I sat back and waited for her to return. You can imagine my surprise a few seconds later when Mom called out, "Rob...would you come in here please."

"Uumm, sure," I grumbled.

Just about the time I stood up I heard the front door shut and the unmistakable sound of a man's voice coming from the other room.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

I had only taken a step or two before I saw Mom walking towards me. I could tell by the look on her face that something wasn't right and was surprised when I saw the rather large man behind her.

"Is everything alright?" I questioned.

"Shut up and have a seat!" The man said sternly.

It was at that exact moment when I saw what appeared to be a large caliber pistol being aimed in my direction.

"Holy shit," I said nervously as I raised my hands slightly. 

"I believe I told you to shut up and take a seat!" He said.

Not wanting to provoke him, I did as I was told and sat down.

"You too," he said as he nudged Mom towards the couch with his hand. "Have a seat."

As Mom moved towards the couch I asked, "What do you want?"

"What the fuck do you think I want? I want your money. Now!"

I've been licensed to carry a concealed weapon for nearly ten years and under normal circumstances my 9mm semi-automatic pistol would have been hidden inside the waistband of my jeans. On this particular day though I had inadvertently left my Glock pistol in the saddlebag of my Harley! 

"Okay. Okay." I said as I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet.

Grabbing the wallet from my hand, the man grumbled when he realized I was carrying less than $40 cash.

"What about you?" He asked Mom. "Where's your purse?" 

Mom pointed towards the kitchen.

"Well don't just sit there! Get your ass up and get it for me!"

I have to admit that I was surprised by how calm Mom had been up until this point. Although I could tell she was slightly shaken, nevertheless she seemed to remain very cool and did exactly as she was told. 

Without needing to be told again, Mom rose to her feet, walked into the kitchen, retrieved her purse, and then handed it to the man as she sat back down on the couch

As the man rifled through Mom's purse I thought about jumping up and attempting to take his gun away, but I quickly discounted that idea when I considered some of the consequences; namely the fact that the gun could go off and accidentally shoot Mom or I. 

"Is this it?" The man questioned loudly. 

From what I could see, Mom had even less money in her purse than I had in my wallet.

"Thirty-two lousy dollars! Are you fucking kidding me lady?" 

"I'm sorry," Mom said without looking up. "I don't normally carry much cash."

"Shit!" The intruder screamed aloud. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"I'm sorry," Mom said.

Without considering the consequences I stood up and said, "Okay, you got what you came here for. Will you please just leave!"

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. Please leave. Get out of here!"

Without a seconds hesitation the man came barreling towards me and before I could even begin to react he swung his fist and landed a blow to the right side of my jaw. Mom squealed as the punch knocked me down onto the couch.

"I believe I told you to shut the fuck up!" He said as he glared at me, his face full of rage.

Mom instinctively helped me to sit back up and, being the mother that she is, she looked me over closely to see if there was any damage.

"I'm okay," I said.

I was somewhat surprised when Mom boldly looked up at the man and said, "Why are you doing this? Why did you pick my house?"

"Why?" The man answered. "I'll tell you why. Because I've been out of work for almost a year and I can't find a decent fucking job. And if you must know, I've been watching this neighborhood for the last two weeks and couldn't help but notice that you and your husband are never home on Wednesday's."

After a brief pause the man continued.

"Furthermore, I don't rob homes at night when people are home because too many folks these days own guns. I don't want to get my ass shot; especially over a lousy sixty-something bucks!"

If I had to guess I would say that the man was a few years younger than I was. Even though he acted a bit rough around the edges, I had a hard time believing that this guy was a common thief. Although he was dressed to give the appearance that he worked for a delivery company, there was something about the way he was groomed, the way he spoke, and the way he carried himself that lead me to believe things weren't as they seemed. Given the fact that he was a well built, good looking guy with chiseled features (that could easily be described to the police), I was perplexed by the fact he hadn't attempted to cover his face. 

"Okay. I want both of you to stand up," the man instructed.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Because this is how it's going to work. The two of you are going to walk in front of me and we're going to check each room of this fucking house until I find some more money."

"But..." Mom said.

"Don't talk lady. Just get your ass up and start walking."

Mom quickly stood up and when the guy turned and pointed his pistol in my direction, I got up also.

"Start walking." He commanded.

We stopped briefly in the kitchen and as soon as he was satisfied that there was nothing there of any value we walked into the large entry-way located at the front of the house. As soon as we were in the entry, the man instructed Mom to open the coat closet. When he was satisfied that there were no purses or anything hidden in the closet, with his free hand the man pointed toward the large wooden staircase that led to the second floor.

Mom paused momentarily until the man said, "Walk lady. The faster you move, the quicker this ordeal will be over."

As we reached the top of the stairs the man pointed towards the back of the house and told Mom to start there. Our first stop was my old bedroom located at the far end of the hall. 

After he had finished searching my room, we went from room to room until the man was satisfied there wasn't any cash or valuables lying around. As the man rummaged through my younger brothers old room I couldn't help but notice the fact that it looked as though my father had been sleeping in there. In addition to the bed not being made, I saw one of his prescription bottles and a pair of reading glasses sitting on the nightstand. This made me question whether mom and dad still slept together.

When we finally reached my parents room I was hopeful the man wouldn't find anything because I had a gut feeling it would piss him off to find out Mom had been lying. Although my parents had money, Mom was never one to buy expensive jewelry so I was rather confident he wouldn't find anything of interest and this ordeal would soon be over. As Mom and I stood together in the middle of the master bedroom, the man proceeded to search the walk-in closet until he grunted, realizing that there simply wasn't anything there.

"Fuck me!" He grumbled as he walked back into the bedroom.

In a last ditch effort to find something of value, the man then proceeded to search all the drawers of Mom's bedroom furniture. The only time he paused was to take a closer look at Mom's underwear drawer, even going as far as to pick up one of her bras and inspect it closely.

As our captor completed his search he became exceedingly frustrated, realizing that my parents simply didn't keep any cash or valuables in their home.

"Shit!" He said aloud.

The last place he looked was the nightstands. When he didn't find anything in the first he slammed the door shut and walked around the bed to the second one. As he neared the second nightstand I couldn't help but notice the odd expression on Mom's face. It was painfully obvious that she was uncomfortable with what the man was about to find.

"Well...what do we have here?" He said aloud as the top drawer slid open.

"Shit!" I said to myself, hoping that he had not found anything valuable.

"Damn lady!" He mocked as his head turned back in our direction. "You must be one horny bitch."

"Whoa, what a minute," I said loudly. "Don't call her that!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man said as he turned and pointed the gun in my direction again. 

"Besides," he said with a mischievous grin. "I think you'll agree with me when you see what's in this drawer."

"Please don't," Mom begged. 

Her plea was met by deaf ears.

One by one the man proceeded to remove mom's small stash of sex toys and lay them on the bed.

"Holy shit," I said to myself when I saw the two vibrators, one fairly large dildo, and a bottle of lube.

Still smiling, the man turned in our direction and said, "Okay lady, this is what I want."

"Don't even think about it!" I said boldly, stepping between him and Mom.

"Don't even think about what?" He asked.




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"Don't even think about touching her," I said.

"Ha! Now that's funny." He scoffed. "Do you actually think I would want to fuck a senior citizen like her?"

"Ummm, I don't know," I said. My initial thought that he was going to rape her was clearly wrong.

"I just want you to leave her alone," I said.

"Sorry pal, but I'm not interested in fucking her. I may be hard up...but I'm not that hard up."

"Then what do you want?" Mom asked.

Picking up the large dildo and holding it up in the air for everyone to see, the man stared directly at Mom and said, "I want you to show me and your friend here what it is exactly that you do with this."

"What do you mean?" Mom said nervously.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean. I want you to show us how you fuck yourself with this big ass dildo."

I was absolutely stunned by his suggestion. Without thinking I yelled, "Leave her alone," and lunged at the guy. He met me with a hard blow from the pistol to the side of my head, knocking me to the floor. As I lay there writhing in pain, Mom dropped to her knees beside me.

"Leave him alone!" Mom cried out.

I could feel the rage building inside of me but quite frankly there was nothing I could do that wouldn't make matters even worse. I'm fairly certain Mom knew what I was thinking and when I attempted to get up she said, "Don't."

Suddenly a large smirk appeared on the man's face as he stared down at us.

"Ohhh...wait a minute," he mocked. "Is this asshole your son?"

Without looking up, Mom simply nodded her head yes.

"Oh shit. This is fucking perfect," he said. His eyes seemed to light up as if he had discovered some type of secret.

"What are you staring at?" Mom asked nervously. "You got what you came here for, why don't you just leave us alone!"

"Oh yeah, like I'm just going to leave and let you call the cops. Do you think I'm stupid lady?"

"Please just leave," Mom pleaded. "I promise we won't call the police."

I couldn't help but notice the tears that had formed in Mom's eyes as she pleaded with the man.

"Sorry, lady, but it's not that simple. The only reason I knocked on your door in the first place was to make sure you weren't home before I broke in. But the second you answered the door you forced my hand."

Mom attempted to reply, "But..."

"Don't interrupt me," he chastised. "And given the fact that the two of you have seen my face and that I've already got a history with the local police, it certainly wouldn't be smart for me to just leave...now would it?"

"Whoa, wait a minute." I said. "What are you going to do to us?"

"Ha," he chuckled aloud. "That's not the question you should be asking yourself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"The question you should be asking isn't what I'm going to do to you, but what the two of you are going to do to each other."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said loudly. I'm fairly certain that was the first time I had ever used that particular profanity in the presence of my mother.

"Think about it, asshole. I really don't have too many options now that you've seen my face."

"What do you want from us?" Mom pleaded. "We've already given you all of our money. Please just leave us alone! I give you my word that we won't call the police."

"Are you finished lady?" He said glaring at her, almost daring her to say another word.

When Mom didn't speak he continued where he had left off.

"The way I see it, this can go one of two ways," he said very calmly. "One, I could make the two of you do something so bizarre that you would be too embarrassed to tell anyone about it, including the police."

"Or two...well...I don't really think I need to spell that one out for you, do I?" He said as he waved his gun in the air.

"Please just leave us alone," I pleaded.

"Get up," he commanded, "Both of you."

As Mom and I rose to our feet the man took a few steps back so that he was standing at the foot of my mother's king-size bed.

"Okay, this is what I want you to do," he said with an evil glare.

Mom clutched my forearm firmly. Judging from the tight grip she had on me I started to think that she might have a panic attack or something.

Looking in our general direction he calmly said, "Strip."

"What?" I questioned.

"You heard me. Strip," he demanded. "Both of you!"

I opened my mouth and was only able to say the words "Please don't..." before he stepped towards me with his gun raised, threatening to hit me in the head again.

"Don't!" Mom cried out. "Please don't hit him again. We'll do whatever you tell us to do."

Looking down at the ground Mom immediately began to comply with his order and I watched uncomfortably as she began to undress. Starting with her shoes and working her way up, Mom undressed hurriedly until the only thing left was a pair of baby blue bikini style panties and a matching bra. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to shield her body from this stranger.

"You too, asshole," he sneered. 

"You son of a bitch," I grumbled as I proceeded to disrobe.

As soon as I had finished undressing the man looked at Mom and said, "Kiss him."

I started to speak but before I could say anything the man shouted, "And don't say a word or else I will knock the shit out of you again!"

Turning back to Mom he repeated himself, saying, "Kiss him."

With a bit of hesitation, Mom turned in my direction and pressed her lips to the side of my face. 

This only seemed to piss the man off even more.

"That's not what I meant lady and you know it. Kiss him...on the lips."

"You sick fuck!" I said nervously. "What's wrong with you?"

Without hesitation the man very calmly said, "One more word out of your son and I swear I will either knock him out or put a bullet in his head lady!"

There was something in his calm demeanor that made me believe his threat.

Mom and I stood there motionless until the man said, "Listen lady. I'm fully aware that a good mother such as yourself will do just about anything to spare their kids from being hurt. So...I'm only going to repeat myself one more time before I take this gun and bash your sons' pretty little head in. I want you to turn around and kiss him on the lips. And I don't want to see a short peck on the cheek like before. I want to see a long, slow kiss." 

I started to speak again but before I could say anything Mom put a finger against my lips. She stared at me for the longest time before finally removing it. Using the same finger Mom lovingly brushed some stray hairs away from my face.

We continued to stand there staring at each other until Mom said, "Let's just get this over with." 

"Buu..."I started to say, but once again she covered my lips to keep me from speaking.

"Close your eyes," she instructed.

I did as she asked and as soon as my eyes were closed Mom moved a step closer so that our near naked bodies were close enough that I could feel the warmth from her body. With her hand still on the side of my face I smelled her sweet breath as she opened her lips and kissed me.

"Could this really be happening?" I asked myself. 

Although our open-mouthed kiss only lasted a few seconds, it felt as though it had lasted an eternity. Quite honestly I think I might have been in a state of shock as our lips parted and I opened my eyes. As we stood there staring into each other's eyes, I suddenly realized that our bodies were now pressed closely together. Even though we were forced to do so, I got the weird feeling that kissing me had somehow aroused Mom because in all the years I had known her I had never seen that look on her face.

For a moment I nearly forgot that we were being held against our will until the man cleared his throat and said, "That's a good start, but I need to see more passion...from both of you."

Mom turned in the man's direction and pleaded, "Please don't make us do this."

"I'm not playing around lady. Do it."

As she turned to face me, Mom leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"It'll be okay, Rob. Let's just do this so he'll leave."

As soon as she said those words I felt her warm mouth lightly graze my sensitive ear. 

"Am I reading too much into this or did she do that on purpose?" I asked myself.

I closed my eyes as her lips slowly kissed a path across my cheek until they were once again pressed against my mouth. As she held the sides of my face with her delicate hands, Mom pressed her lips firmly against mine and kissed me passionately. My heart pounding with excitement, I parted my lips and groaned softly as I felt her tongue enter my mouth.

"My God, is this really happening?" I thought to myself.

I have no idea how long the kiss lasted but when Mom finally pulled away and turned her head towards the man, he pointed at me again and told her that she wasn't finished yet.

By this point I was feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand I was extremely pissed off that this sick son of a bitch was standing there demanding to watch Mom and I kiss, but on the other hand I was becoming more and more turned on. After all, I was finally kissing the woman I had been lusting after for more than two decades!

"You want a show?" I asked in a somewhat taunting voice. "We'll give you a show!" 

Mom looked at me with a puzzled expression as I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me so that our bodies were pressed together tightly. "Kiss me," I said as I closed my eyes and leaned forward to press my lips to hers. As we stood there kissing I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. Even though she was wearing a bra, to my surprise I could tell that her nipples were now hard and erect. As her legs rubbed against my thighs gently I felt myself start to get hard.

The longer Mom and I kissed the more I forgot that we were being forced to do so. As my cock got harder and pressed against her belly, I could have sworn I heard Mom groan as our tongues hungrily continued to explore one another's mouths. For the next minute or two we continued our passionate kiss until I heard the distinctive sound of a camera snapping a picture.

"What in the..." I said.

"Oh, just a little souvenir," the man said casually as he snapped a second photo with his phone. "You didn't think I was going to leave here without a little leverage, did you?"

"You're a sick bastard!" Mom shouted.

"I may be a sick lady, but I'm not the one giving your son a hard on," he teased.

I hadn't really thought about it until then, but the fucker was right. My cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. As I attempted to cover my raging hard-on by placing my hands over the front of my boxer briefs, I was embarrassed beyond belief knowing that both of them were now looking at my crotch. Although she didn't say a word, when I looked up I could tell by the look on Mom's face that she wasn't the least bit surprised by what she was seeing. The look on her face seemed to confirm that she had indeed felt my cock pressing against her belly just a few seconds ago and in some way I felt as though she was proud of what she saw.

"Okay, you've embarrassed us enough," Mom begged. "Can we please get dressed?"

"Aahhh, I don't think so lady," he said pointing to my groin. "We can't let your boy walk around with that thing the rest of the day, now can we?"

"Please just leave us alone," Mom pleaded.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

"What?"

"I didn't stutter. I said get on your knees!"

While still facing in his direction, Mom did as she was told and dropped to her knees.

"How long has it been since you've sucked a cock?" The man teased.

"What?"

"You heard me right the first time. How long has it been since you've sucked cock?"

"A...ummm...long time," she said nervously.

"How long is a long time? A month? A year? Ten years?"

With her face looking down at the ground, Mom responded so quietly that I barely heard her.

"Twenty years," she admitted.

"Holy shit lady," he taunted. "A horny bitch like you hasn't given head in twenty years? This is definitely going to be good!"

"Please," Mom begged.

"Turn around and face your son," he instructed.

"Please...pa...pa...please," Mom pleaded. "Don't make me do this."

The man simply held out his left hand and pointed his index finger towards my cock.

I was staring so intently at the man I didn't even notice the fact that Mom had done as the man had instructed and was now on her knees directly in front of me. However when I did finally glance down I saw that she was looking at the ground in shame. It was painfully obvious that Mom was trying to delay the inevitable as long as she could.

"You know what to do," he said sternly. 

Mom turned around and pleaded; offering to do anything, even saying that she would "take care of him" if he wouldn't force her do it to me. He simply scoffed at her proposal and demanded that she remove my underwear and suck my cock.

As Mom nervously reached for the elastic waistband of my black boxer briefs, I took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes.

"Don't try and stop her, buddy, or I will mess you up so bad that she won't recognize you when I'm finished!"

Before I could say anything, Mom pushed my hands aside and grasped the waistband of my boxer briefs with her fingers. Mom calmly whispered, "It's okay" as she started to pull downward. Too uncomfortable to watch, I closed my eyes as Mom removed my cotton shorts and my cock sprang forth in front of her face. I reopened my eyes a second or two later when Mom calmly instructed me to lift my feet one at a time so she could take my briefs all the way off. As soon as she had tossed my briefs aside Mom closed her eyes as she braced herself against me by placing her hands on my thighs. 

"Do it lady. Suck that cock!" He demanded.

What happened next will be etched in my memory for as long as I live. Hearing the man yell at her once again seemed to snap Mom out of some sort of a daydream. As bad as it sounds, I couldn't help but watch as Mom's trembling hand grasped my rigid shaft and then guided the bulbous head towards her mouth.

"Oh shit," I groaned as my cock slid inside her warm mouth. 

"You see there, lady. That isn't so bad, is it?" He mocked as he snapped another photo with his phone.

For the next few minutes Mom did as she was told, but as you can imagine it seemed as though she was simply going through the motions. Her movements seemed forced, reserved, and somewhat mechanical. She was holding back and everyone in the room knew it. 

After just a few more minutes it became painfully obvious that Mom was beginning to try the man's patience. 

He finally shouted, "Stop being so shy, lady. I want you to suck that cock as if your life depends on it."

"Please stop trying to humiliate her," I begged.

When Mom abruptly pulled away and started to speak the man interrupted before she could get a word out.

"I'll tell you what," he said matter-of-factly. "And I'm only doing this because I'm feeling particularly generous. If it will help you to relax, I'll let the two of you get in the bed and you can cover up with one of the sheets."

Without a second's hesitation, Mom immediately released my cock and rose to her feet.

"Thank you," she said.

I found myself covering my engorged cock with my hands as I stood and watched Mom pull back the comforter and sheets before climbing onto the bed. I was somewhat surprised when she patted a spot on the bed in front of her and said, "Come here sweetie."  

I did as instructed and laid down on the bed. As I propped my head up with a couple of pillows, Mom started to position herself between my legs. 

"Quite fucking around and suck his cock," the man demanded. 

Without needing to be told twice, Mom pulled the white sheet over her head and draped it over the lower half of my body. For a second I thought that she might try and fool the guy by pretending to suck me off under the sheet, but my suspicions were quickly proven false when I felt her hand grasp the shaft of my cock and begin to stroke it slowly. My entire body trembled when I felt her mouth engulf the head again.

I moaned, "Oh shit," as she started moving her mouth and fist in unison with one another. Even though she was being forced to do it, I couldn't help but lie back and enjoy the special attention she was giving me.

After only a couple minutes the man cleared his throat and spoke loud enough so Mom was certain to hear him and he wouldn't have to repeat himself. "Come on lady. Suck it like you mean it. Show your son how much you love him and his big cock."

The next thing I know Mom's head started to bob up and down on my cock rather quickly and she became quite animated by making loud slurping sounds.

"That's it, lady," the man encouraged. "Suck your son's cock."

As wrong as it was, by this point I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Although I had been lusting after my mother since I was a teenager, I never dreamed anything like this would actually happen. When I heard Mom begin to moan and then verbally encourage me to cum, I knew right then and there that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before I unloaded in her mouth. As much as I wanted to cum though, I held back as long as I could, trying to savor the moment for as long as possible. 

I was just about to the point where I couldn't hold out much longer when I was jolted back to reality by a very distinctive sound that rose from the first floor of my parents' home. The front door had just slammed shut. When I opened my eyes I saw that the man was no longer standing at the foot of the bed.

Although her lips remained wrapped around the head of my cock, it was apparent Mom had heard the door shut also because her movements came to a screeching halt.

As much as I didn't want her to stop, I finally lifted the sheet up and saw that Mom's eyes were open and she was looking up at me. 

"Is he gone?" she said quietly after she had removed her mouth from me.

"Yeah, I think he left," I said. "But I'll check to make sure."

I got up quickly and bounced into the next room. When I opened the blinds to one of the large hallway windows, I saw the man get into his truck and then hastily pull out of my parents' driveway.

As I walked back into the bedroom I couldn't help but notice that Mom had gotten up from the bed and was now sitting on the floor.

"Is he gone?" She asked.

"Yes," I said with a sigh of relief.

By this time my mind was racing a thousand miles a minute and I hadn't even thought to cover myself. It wasn't until I saw Mom's eyes wonder down to my crotch that I realized I was still naked and hard as a rock.

"It looks like you've got a bit of a problem there," she said sarcastically.

"Oh my God, Mom," I mumbled as I bent down to reach for my clothes that were in a pile on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'll...uhh...get my stuff and go into the other room and get dressed."

Before I could move Mom reached for my hand.

When I turned towards her and our eyes met, she patted the side of the bed and said, "Sit down."

"What?"

"Just sit down, Rob," she said calmly.

I did as she asked and anxiously sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as I was seated Mom got on her knees in front of me and used her hands to gently pry my legs apart.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

You can't imagine how surprised I was when she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly.

"You are so close, baby," she said as she stared intently at my crotch.

"But, Mom," I moaned.

"Shhhh," she whispered as her gaze moved from my cock to my eyes. "Don't say anything or I might lose my nerve."

That's when I noticed a serious, but slightly seductive expression form on her face.

I moaned when I felt her start to pump my cock.

"This can be our little secret, okay?"




Forced by a Stranger



"Are you sure?" I asked.

"You need this, baby," she said seductively. "Just relax and let me take care of it for you."

What she did next totally caught me off guard. 

As she continued to stroke my shaft slowly, she used her free hand to push my legs even farther apart. Before I knew what was happening, she had lowered her head a bit and then took one of my large testicles in her mouth.

I couldn't help but cry out, "Oh fuck," when I felt her tongue begin to swirl around my clean shaven sack.

"Mmmmm," I heard her moan.

When I placed my hands on the sides of her face Mom instinctively opened her eyes and looked up at me. Without breaking eye contact, I watched in utter amazement as she lovingly bathed my clean-shaven balls with her warm mouth and pink tongue. 

"Oh God, Mom," I moaned. "That feels so good."

I almost couldn't believe what I was witnessing. 

Eventually I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the unbelievable pleasure that she was giving me. In all of my years I couldn't remember one single time when I had been this turned on. I couldn't help but whimper like a baby as Mom continued to lick and suck my sensitive testicles before eventually moving on and giving me the best blowjob I had ever experienced. Just as the man had instructed earlier, she was sucking my cock as if her life depended on it.

"Oh Mom, that feels so good," I groaned over and over again.

Instinctively my hips began to rise up and down on the bed in the same tempo as her movements. My hips rocked as she repeatedly took me all the way down to the base and then back up to the tip.

"Oh fuck, Mom. You're going to make me cum," I cried out.

"Mmmpphh," Mom moaned, her mouth completely filled with my seven-inch cock.

As my hips continued to rise up and down, I couldn't help but groan loudly as I felt my balls tighten. By this time it was fairly obvious that I was about to cum and Mom surprised me by not backing away. As a matter of fact, she became even more animated with the knowledge that her son was about to climax.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I grasped the back of her head and pushed it down even further onto my cock, urging her to go as deep as she could. She gagged just a bit but recovered quickly. Before I knew it she had swallowed all of me right down to the base. 

Seconds later the inevitable happened. My legs began to tremble, my body went rigid, and my hips thrust upward as I erupted, shooting warm cum into her mouth. Mom made a slight gurgling sound and for a millisecond I actually felt bad for what I was doing. But any feelings of guilt were soon wiped away by her enthusiasm. As my cock squirted and throbbed against the back of her throat, Mom never wavered, but instead continued to furiously pump the shaft. I came harder than I ever cum before and every time Mom pumped her fist another shot of cum would shoot into her mouth. She was so enthusiastic it was almost as if she couldn't get enough. My climax lasted what seemed like an eternity and Mom seemed to enjoy every second of it.

After one final thrust of my hips, I had nothing left and fell back onto the bed gasping for breath. I couldn't help but look down and watch as Mom seductively let my cock slip from her mouth. I groaned in approval when, instead of stopping, she began to lovingly lick my balls and the sensitive underside of the shaft. 

"You came so hard," she said aloud as she rose from her knees and slowly kissed a path up my body until she was lying on top of me.

"That was...you were...incredible," I murmured as she pressed her warm body against mine.

For the next several moments we simply laid there staring into each other's eyes, wondering what each other was thinking. When I simply couldn't take it anymore, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to hers.

"Oh Rob, it's been so long," she whimpered into my mouth. Although I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue, oddly enough it turned me on like nothing I had experienced before. As our passionate kiss continued, I could feel my semi-hard cock coming back to life and press against her panties. 

"I love you," I whispered as I began to kiss her passionately.

"Oh baby, I love you too," she groaned. "Kiss me. I don't want you to ever stop kissing me."

Even though I had just come, I was so turned on with the realization that my lifelong fantasy of fucking my mother might actually come true; my cock was soon hard as a rock. But although I desperately wanted to fuck her, I decided that I was going to take full advantage of this situation and do something that I had fantasized about doing since I was a teenager. I wanted to taste her pussy. 

After we had moved to the middle of the bed and switched positions so that I was now on top, I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, reassuring her that I loved her and telling her that I thought she was the sexiest woman in the world. Mom reacted to my words by moving her hips up off the bed slightly so that my cock was pressing firmly into her crotch. It was obvious she wanted this just as badly as I did and there was no way I was going to let this opportunity slip away.

Without another word, I slowly kissed a path from her neck down to her chest. Sensing what I had in mind, Mom shamelessly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and then tossed it aside. This was the first time I had seen her small but firm breasts since an encounter in my teens when I had accidentally walked in on her while she took a bath. Just as I remembered, her areolas were pinkish-colored and her bright red nipples were extremely long and pointy.

Without breaking eye contact, I could barely believe Mom's boldness as she placed her hand on the back of my head and guided me to her soft breast. 

"Ohhh!" Mom gasped as she watched her nipple disappear between my lips. My tongue swirled around her erect nub over and over again. It was rather obvious that Mom was highly aroused and once again I couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since she had had sex (with dad or any other man). 

With her hand still on the back of my head holding my mouth to her breast, Mom groaned loudly as her torso rose up off the bed a bit. I simply couldn't help myself and before long I was licking and sucking both of her elongated nipples as if I would never have this opportunity again. She cried out over and over again as I alternated between sucking her nipples, flicking them with my tongue, and pulling on them lightly with my teeth.

When I was absolutely sure she was ready for more, I rose up and kissed her on the lips. Mom moaned as our tongues dueled inside her mouth. 

"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" she questioned as our lips separated.

Without answering, I lovingly kissed a path down her long torso, stopping briefly to once again lick and suck her erect nipples. It wasn't very long before my mouth was pressed against the waistband of her silky panties and when I looked up I saw Mom staring down at me with a rather intense look. Offering no protest, she placed her hand on the back of my head and lovingly ran her fingers through my hair as I pressed my face into her.

Mom continued to show no signs of reluctance as my mouth moved lower and was less than an inch away from the spot where my life had begun. I inhaled her womanly scent deeply and marveled at how good she smelled. When Mom opened her legs slightly I glanced up and saw that she was still staring at me. While maintaining eye contact, I boldly pressed my mouth firmly against the crotch of her panties. I got the reaction I was looking for when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell back on her pillow. "Oh baby," she moaned.

I could feel her wetness and was taken aback by how saturated her panties had become. In all honesty, I have never been with a woman who had gotten so wet so quickly.

When I placed my hands on the sides of her panties and started to pull downward, Mom didn't resist. To the contrary, her hips rose up off the bed which made it easier for me to remove them. Tossing her panties aside, I laid flat on the bed between her legs and stared at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. With the exception of a closely trimmed area directly around her vagina, Mom had a thick mound of silky black pubic hair. Her clit was red, somewhat engorged, and looked like it desperately needed to be touched. Her labia were puffy and dark pink. I couldn't help but groan seeing the gooey white substance seeping from her hole and onto the sheets.

Mom arched her back and cried out when my tongue first touched her clit. Seeing how eager she was for more I gave her a firm lick with the flat of my tongue...and then another. As I l began to lap at the soft velvety folds I looked up and saw her big brown eyes watching me intently. I smiled as I continued to lick her and without warning suddenly buried my tongue deep inside her. Mom gasped loudly. Seconds later her hips rose off the bed and her thighs seemed to grip my head between them. As I fucked her slowly with my tongue she encouraged me by guiding my head with her hand.

Any reservations or inhibitions that Mom may have had were scattered to the four winds.

Seeing her engorged clit standing at full attention I held it in my mouth, lashing at it mercilessly with a side-to-side motion of my tongue.

Within a short time Mom's breathing became quite heavy as I took my time to explore every crevice and fold of her pussy. I was bound and determined to give her the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever experienced.

Although I would have liked to have explored her pussy for hours, I could sense her orgasm building. Knowing that she was so close, I put all my efforts into taking her the rest of the way. Once more I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit and then went down and dipped it back inside her center. Mom cried out as I pushed my tongue in even deeper and began fucking her pussy with it, drawing her sweet nectar into my mouth. When I felt Mom tense up I moved my mouth up to lightly flick my tongue across her clit again.

Mom cried out loudly. 

Knowing she was on the brink of a rather intense climax I immediately engulfed her clit with my mouth and gently sucked on it. As her hips began to gyrate up and down Mom grasped the fitted mattress sheet and panted loudly.

The dam suddenly burst and mom howled in ecstasy.

"Ohhh God!" she screamed as I swirled my tongue in tight circles around her swollen clit.

As surge after surge of unbelievable bliss rippled through her body, it was obvious that Mom was caught up in a hedonistic riptide of pleasure that she hadn't experienced in decades. Any ideas we may have had about this being wrong or immoral were completely shattered.

As her climax abated, Mom's body collapsed onto the bed. Her entire body seemed to be trembling from the prolonged attack and her breathing was quick and ragged.

Rising up from between her legs, I slowly kissed my way up her soft body until I was lying on top of her, careful to support most of my weight with my elbows. 

"That was incredible..." She panted. I could feel her breasts rising up and down from her labored breathing.

Up until this point a million different thoughts had been buzzing around my brain. My biggest fear was that Mom would suddenly regret what we had done thus far and wouldn't want to go any further. After just a few moments of allowing her to recover from her orgasm, I decided to press my luck and see how far she was willing to go. 

Rising up I got on my knees between her legs and stared down at her body that was spread out before me. Mom looked up and gave me a rather intense look as I used my fingers to move some of the sweat-drenched hair from the sides of her flushed face. I watched as her beautiful brown eyes moved from my face, down my body, until her gaze was focused solely on my erect cock.

Any fears I may have had about Mom not being interested in fucking were quickly set aside when I felt both of her hands between my legs. I couldn't help but look down and watch as she massaged my balls with one hand as she rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy with the other.

After just a few seconds of teasing, Mom abruptly lifted her long legs off the bed and placed her feet on my shoulders.

I continued to watch as she lifted her hips up higher and then used her right hand to grasp my cock so that it was firmly pressed between the lips of her swollen labia. She closed her eyes and whimpered softly when I pressed forward a bit, causing my cock to breach her tight opening.

Mom's legs dropped from my shoulders as I lowered my torso so that our sweat dampened bodies were once again pressed against each other's.

"Oh," Mom whimpered as I pressed myself inside her womanhood. "Take me baby."

Not needing to be told twice, I drove my cock deep into my mother's soaking wet pussy. 

Mom grunted, "So deep," as she felt my cock slide effortlessly inside her.

When I was as deep inside her as I could go, I waited until her eyes opened again before I whispered, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"

"Mmmmm, no," she whimpered. "Tell me."

I purposely delayed my response as our movements became slow and deliberate.

"Tell me," she begged.

"Do you remember that time you watched me masturbate?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh Rob," she cried into my ear. "Yes...but I didn't know you saw me."

"Mmmm, yes, I saw you. And I came so hard knowing that you were watching."

Without saying a word, Mom's right hand suddenly grasped my ass, pulling me in deeper.

"Take me, baby," Mom encouraged right before her head rose up off the pillow and she engulfed one of my nipples in her mouth.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, feeling her warm tongue twirling around the sensitive nub.

After a few seconds Mom's head fell back on the bed and she pulled me down on top of her. I slid my arms beneath her back and allowed the full weight of my body to press firmly against hers. I couldn't help but moan, feeling her sweaty body pressed against mine. With my face now nuzzled into her neck, we moaned as our hips began to move in a very slow, deliberate manner. Mom grunted as she wrapped her legs around my hips, drawing me even deeper into her.

"Say it," I whispered in her ear.

"What?" She asked as our bodies continued to move together in unison.

"Tell me what I know you're dying to say."

When she didn't respond I encouraged her again by saying, "Say it, Mom. Tell me that you want me to fuck you."

Mom responded by moaning loudly and increasing the movements of her hips.

As I increased the tempo of my thrusts to match hers, Mom grunted in my ear, "Oh, yes."

"Say it," I encouraged her a fourth time.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I lifted her ass up off the bed with my hands and began to thrust wildly.

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Fuu..."

"Say it," I pleaded. "I want to hear you use that word."

"Fuck me baby," she whimpered in my ear. "Fuck my pussy."

You can't imagine how turned on it made me to hear my Sunday School teaching Southern Baptist mother using the words fuck and pussy for the first time. It was especially exciting given the fact that she was using them in the context that she was, begging me (her son) to fuck her.

Having already come once, I wasn't worried about being quick so I cut loose and gave her what she asked for.

"That's it baby, fuck me. Don't ever stop fucking me!" She begged as I assaulted her pussy with everything I had.

This continued for the next several minutes until Mom abruptly stopped and pushed me off of her.

Seeing my disappointment, Mom gave me a playful smile before instructing me to lie on my back. I quickly did as she had requested and then watched as she moved her leg over my body so that she was now straddling me. I groaned feeling the heat of her pussy pressing against my groin. Her facial expression changed almost immediately as she lifted herself higher, grasped my cock, and then let her weight go, driving my cock deep within her womb.

"Ummph," she grunted.

Although she was fully implanted on my cock, Mom remained motionless for the next several seconds. When she simply couldn't take it any longer, Mom leaned down and kissed me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned in agreement when her hips eventually began to rock up and down on me.

I didn't move for the longest time and allowed her to use my cock however she wished. I remained still, contend to just lie there and enjoy the pleasure of being inside the one pussy that was supposed to be strictly off limits. 

I tried to be patient but when I couldn't take it any more I reached around with both hands and grasped her wide hips. When I pulled down on her hips hard and impaled her on my throbbing cock, Mom mumbled something incoherent. Almost immediately she began thrusting her pussy so hard into my cock that it felt as though I was balls deep every time she came down on me.

"Oh fuck, Rob," she grunted.

It wasn't very long before I sensed that she was very close to another climax. Intuitively I began to move my hips, timing my thrusts to meet hers.

Within a matter of seconds Mom cried in my ear, "Oh baby. Oh Rob. You're going to make me cum."

I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust my hips as hard and as fast as I could. Mom squealed with every hard thrust and her smallish breasts swayed up and down in front of me. Knowing that it would likely send her over the edge, I took one of her tits in my mouth and began licking and sucking the elongated nipple. Mom reacted by putting her hands on my shoulders and began bouncing wildly, riding me like there was no tomorrow. Mom's eyes were closed tightly, but her lips were parted as she moaned while riding her son.

She looked so incredibly sexy.

All of a sudden Mom cried out and begged me to keep fucking her as her own body seemed to convulse.

"Ooohhh," she grunted. "I'm cumming!"

I continued to thrust my hips, pounding away at her sweet pussy as it shuddered around my cock. I was literally fucking her harder than I had ever fucked anyone before, as if I might never have this chance again.

"Oh baby," she panted as her sweat-drenched body collapsed on top of mine. "So good."

I lay still for the next few moments and allowed her to recover from a rather intense climax. As her breathing slowed I thought for a second that she had actually fallen asleep. When I simply couldn't wait any longer started move my hips slowly, thrusting myself into her. When Mom moaned in agreement, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer against me. She cooed when I lifted my hips and started driving my cock into her. With each passing moment, my thrusts became progressively harder and quicker and it wasn't very long before we were once again fucking like a couple of animals in heat. I couldn't believe how good her pussy felt and as much as I wanted this moment to last, I could feel another orgasm building up within me.

Before long I was close to the point of no return and without realizing it I began to whimper in Mom's ear, telling her that I was about to cum.

"Go ahead, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Cum. Cum for me."

Instinctively my hips began to move harder and faster as I neared my release. When I felt Mom's mouth around my left nipple and her tongue begin to swirl around the hardened nub, it triggered one of the most intense orgasms that I've ever experienced.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out as my cum squirted deep inside her womanhood.

"Oh, yes baby," she moaned, feeling my cock pulsate inside her. "I can feel you cumming."

Mom moaned and whimpered in my ear with each of my thrusts.

"That's it sweetie. Cum in me."

As I continued to thrust my hips up and down off the bed, Mom moaned in my ear telling me how much she loved feeling my cum squirt inside her. 




Forced by Best Friend...Finally!



Mike and I had known each other for years. We were compadres in junior high, and even stayed close through high school. We were each loved in the other's household. There was nothing that I hesitated going to Mike about, and he felt the same about me.

When we graduated, Mike and I were amongst a group of seniors that decided to celebrate at the local water park. Finally being 18, we looked forward to scoping out some of our more curvaceous classmates in their itty-bitty bathing suits, maybe leading to a late-night rendezvous with at least one of them. And then things changed.

Being close with Mike, and practically growing up with him, this hadn't been the first time I had seen him in a state of undress. We were in the men's changing area, and somehow Mike and I ended up alone. And when Mike took off his jean shorts...

"Jesus, Mike! You're not wearing any underwear!"

"It's part of my plan, Jimmy. With the tightie-whities on, I've gotta pack the monster away, not to be seen. But sans underwear, I can let it snake along my leg and let the girls notice it in all its glory."

And at that point, I was noticing it in all its glory. I had never seen Mike's cock before, and now I could hardly take my eyes off of it. It stood semi-erect, and at least six inches long. I wouldn't have described myself as gay, but I was getting hard just looking at it. I know Mike caught me staring at it, but I tried to play it off.

"Well, good luck to you, Dude," I told him.

After we changed, we walked out towards the water slides. Mike put on his shades and immediately made a bee-line towards the women. I slowly went to join him, to chat-up the girls; but my overactive imagination conjured up a scenario in my brain of Mike being teased unmercifully all day by these gorgeous babes with no follow-through on their part, leading to a frustrated Mike pinning me down somewhere and releasing all his tension in me. At that moment, I wasn't so interested in the girls anymore.

And so the day went. Mike flirted endlessly with our classmates, and one or two did take the time out to admire his monster, commenting on how they would hope to take a closer inspection of it some night soon. And when they would admire, I would admire. 

After a few hours, I grew bored of the events. Even if the girls had been looking my way, my brain remained fixated on Mike's cock. I got up to take a dip in a nearby swimming pool.

"Where you headed, Jimmy?" Mike asked as I got to my feet.

"It's getting hot out here. I'm going for a swim."

"I've got a better idea," Mike addressed the three girls around him, "let's all go into the wave pool"

I started to veer off towards the swimming pool, but Mike threw an arm around me and led me and the girls towards the wave pool.

We jumped in and headed towards the deeper end. Except for a couple of people, the five of us had the wave pool all to ourselves. The girls started the horseplay, dunking each other and pushing each other over. Mike then made his way towards them, and he would lift one into the air as the wave came towards us, making the wave slam into her. I laughed, enjoying this play between everyone, when one of the girls came over and grabbed my leg, trying to topple me over. Soon, the other girls came, pushing and shoving me, trying to get me to fall under. Finally, Mike came, dived under the water, grabbed me by my other ankle, and lifted. Having literally no leg to stand on, I went down. The girls stood and cheered, but Mike wasn't done with me yet.

After having fallen over, Mike stayed with me, and this time reached for my swim trunks. I tried to fight him, but still flailing about in the water, Mike stripped me in no time. He stood up, proudly displaying my trunks, drawing cat-calls from the girls. I stood up, covered up to the waist by the water, and with a bemused look on my face, called over for my trunks.

"No way, Jimmy. I'll give you your trunks when we get out of the pool."

And while Mike was distracted, the three girls pushed Jimmy into the water and fleeced his shorts away from him, high-fiving one another as they displayed Mike's shorts to him.

"Mike," said the curvy brunette holding his shorts, "you throw Jimmy's trunks out of the pool."

Mike made a grab for his shorts, but one of the two blondes slapped Mike's hand away before he could even get a finger on them.

"Na-ah, Mikey. You want your shorts, you have to do as we say. Throw Jimmy's trunks out of the pool."

Normally, I would have been upset at a third-party having the say as to my nudity, but I wanted to see where they were going with this.

Mike complied at last, and flung my trunks behind a maintenance shed nearby. With this accomplished, one of the blondes flung herself at Mike and kissed him, her tongue going straight into his mouth. At the same time, the brunette went to the edge of the pool nearest the maintenance shed and threw Mike's shorts in the same direction my trunks had gone. As soon as she was done, the blonde disconnected herself from Mike and rejoined her companions.

"There," the brunette said, "now you both are going to have to get out of the pool to get dressed."

I let out a great laugh at both Mike and I having been bested by these girls. I walked to the edge of the pool, faced my companions, and hoisted myself out. The girls hollered out as my cock dangled free in the air. Mike soon followed, but instead gave them the view of his ass as he got out of the pool.

"We'll see you back at the picnic area, boys!"

I made it behind the maintenance shed, and leaned over to peer down into the tall grass growing back there, looking for my swim trunks. Mike leaned against the trunk of a palm tree, looking back in the direction of the wave pool.

"Damn girls. They just wanted us to give the public a free show."

"What free show," I said, turning my head to look back at Mike, stealing a glance at his cock; "no one can see us back here."

Mike turned to regard me. "Well, that's a plus for you, isn't it?"

"What do you mean," I asked, turning away from him and resuming the search for our clothing.

"You've been looking at my cock all day, Jimmy. You were probably waiting for a moment out of sight with me so you could gaze at it without anyone noticing"

I looked back at him again, seeing that his cock was starting to grow. "What?! You're crazy, Dude!"

"You probably want it, don't you Jimmy? You want me to give it to you as bad as those girls back there."

I stood up, but I didn't dare face him. I didn't want Mike to see my cock getting rock-hard, confirming what he was saying. I wanted out of this situation, lest my best friend of many years discover that I was acting like a common fairy, lusting for his cock. He'd probably never speak to me again and all our friends would treat me like a pariah, or worse.

"Hey, fuck off, Mike! You can it with that queer talk! Now help me find our clothes!"

I walked away from him and towards another palm tree. The sun was glinting off of something coppery near there, and I wanted to see if it was one of the rivets of Mike's shorts. My trunks probably wouldn't be too far from where his clothing had landed.

Suddenly, I landed hard against the tree trunk, my hands barely making it out in front of me to take the brunt of the blow. Before I could turn around, Mike was pressing his weight against me, pinning me against the tree. His hands went to my hips, pulling me back and causing me to lean slightly forward against the tree. Mike's feet were kicking at my ankles, causing me to spread my legs.

"Mike, what the fuck are you..."

And the rest of the sentence never came out. Mike shoved his hard cock against my asshole, causing a good deal of length to slide into me. I cried out in pain, and could feel the alien sensation of something in my ass that shouldn't have been. We both just stood there for a moment, I rapidly coming to terms with my anal virginity being taken in such a fashion by my best friend.

And then Mike started fucking me. Lubed-up by the blood that was now slowly running down my thigh, Mike got into a steady rhythm, letting out light grunts with each thrust. I held my breath at first, the pain and awkwardness dwindling down until I was panting with pleasure. After all, this is what I had fantasized about that morning, and now here it was reality.

"Oh Mike, fuck me good, sweetheart." I whispered his name out as he began to pump faster, sliding his whole length in and out of me. Every time he thrust into me, I felt a surge of energy rush from his cock into mine, almost as if I were fucking the best pussy I had ever had. As he was slamming into me, I blew my own load onto the tree trunk. And then he dug his fingernails into my hips, pushed his cock deep inside of me, and started shooting his hot spunk into me. He let out a long, low growl as he came inside of my ass.

We stayed motionless again until he grew limp and slid out of my ass. He gave me a pat on my bare ass and walked off, in search of his shorts. It turned out that the copper glint I saw were his shorts. I lifted myself from off of the tree trunk, my legs a little wobbly. It took us a few more minutes to find my swim trunks, and in remaining time I was naked, Mike took a few pinches of my ass.

With our clothing and composure regained, Mike headed back towards the picnic areas while I found the nearest bathroom to clean myself off and hide any signs that Mike and I had just had sex. Before I left the restroom, the illusion restored, I looked at myself in the mirror. I still wouldn't have said that I was gay, but I certainly wanted that to happen again.

And happen again it did. Nothing changed between us; even now as we're both older with wives and fiancées, we remain nothing but best friends. But when we're afforded some privacy, Mike can't resist sharing his cock with me.



Forced By Mother



For what ever reason I cant really explain, my mother never really felt like my mother to me. She always felt more like a sister at most, though of course the mother/son connection was there to some degree. Maybe it was the distance between us that made our relationship feel as such.

She was an open-minded woman, a little on the trashy side, curvy in the hips and ass, about 5'6", an inch shorter than my self, with large, heavy tits. She had a pretty face, not that I ever thought of such things until the first following occurrence. 

I'm extremely over-sexed, I've always been, and there's been one or two occasions where I thought of her in a sexual manner, but nothing incredibly consistent that crowded my mind. But, at the age of 22, that definitely changed.

We lived alone, just her and I, her having divorced my father decades earlier. Our relationship was sometimes good, often tumultuous, but it was what it was, just... different. 

It was mid-July, hot as hell, and around 8:30 at night. I was heading out to get something to eat, since I didn't feel like cooking anything. I was still a bit sweaty from work, as I hadn't taken a shower yet. Though, I never had a problem with body odor, so it never bothered me or anyone else. I'm also always shaved smooth, hating body hair, and that included my armpits.

Walking from my bedroom through the living room, all the lights were off except one dim lamp on the far side of the room, and my mother was sitting on the couch watching TV, the only other light source in the room. But, between the both, I could see the room and her clearly in the dim light.

She was sitting on the tan couch we've had for years, just in a bra and her underwear, with a thin nightie-type long blouse on, smoking a cigarette. I don't remember what she was watching... some nonsense, but I cant stand TV anyway... but as I was walking past her, car keys in-hand, she said, "Hey". It just seemed in the usual passing sort of manner, so I just said "Hey" in response. But, before I could even another two steps she said, "Come here" in a rather abrupt, almost serious tone.

"What...", I half-asked a little annoyed. "I'm going something to eat.", I said. But, I walked around to the front of the couch from the far side and stood there. She was just staring at me oddly, and again I said, "What!?", rather annoyed at this point, as I was hungry and she's just sitting... staring. "Sit down for a minute", she said. Again, a strange, what I took as "serious" tone I couldn't really read. So, I sat down.

She was sitting at the far end of the couch and I just plopped-down in an annoyed fashion on the middle cushion, easily within arms reach. I did notice her massive tits bulging through her bra and nightie, and though it stirred something in me for a minute, especially having been single for so long, it passed quickly.

I was about to ask her what the hell she wanted, for the third time, but before I could, she put her cigarette in the ashtray on the end table to her right, reached out and grabbed my left hand, pulled me forward slightly off-balance and shoved my hand under her bra of her right tit and made me squeeze a bit.

"What the fuck are you doing!?", I asked shocked, and pulled my hand away. She said nothing, instead opened her thin nightie and exposed her entire body. My eyes happened to glance down. She had a nice figure. But what caught my eye for a second was the fact that her panties were very wet, and her pussy obviously shaved, as I could see through them and could just see her tight camel toe. I quickly looked away, but she definitely saw me looking for even that brief second.

"Come on, doll", she said. "I've seen the way you look at mommy's tits sometimes, and I just saw you look down at mommy's wet pussy", she said in a very serious but attempting-to-allure voice, very matter-of-fact. Honestly, my cock was starting to throb a little, though I was trying to hold it back by keeping myself annoyed. "'Mommy'?", I said shocked and annoyed. "So now you're my 'mommy'? What the hell is that?", I asked in an irritated and confused tone.

"Stand up", she said. I stood up, but said, "Yeah, I'll stand up, and I'm going to get something to fucking eat...", but as I started to walk past her, she grabbed me, turned me, struggled harder than I would have thought she could for a moment to unbutton and unzip my military style cargo pants, which left my cock just dangling exposed. I often just "free-balled", as it's more comfortable, so I didn't even have boxers on. Before I could do anything, she grabbed my ass hard and pulled me towards her, and with her right hand, grabbed my half-hard cock and just swallowed it down to my balls.

"Holy fuck!", I basically yelled.I tried to pull back for a second, but she dug her nails into my ass, pulling me forward and deeper into her mouth. I don't know what happened in my head, but I all of a sudden found myself grabbing her by the back of her long dirty-brown hair, and started to face fuck her. She moaned the more rough I got, so I started fucking her mouth harder and faster.

She backed off for a few seconds just long enough to say, "Oh, my baby has a NICE cock! Mommy has been wanting this for a long time", stroking me furiously as she spoke, then went right back to sucking me off, licking the bottom of my now rock hard shaft, sucking sloppily on my balls, then taking my cock back deeply in her mouth.

I didn't even know what to do with myself at the point. I just went with it, as it didn't even quite feel like my mother, and the part of me that did feel that, was weirdly turned-on by the fact.

I grabbed her hair tighter and started to fuck her mouth roughly, and just as I felt my balls tighten and the huge spurting load that was to explode from my cock I pulled out and said, "Ma, I cant do this, what the fuck...". She looked at up at me sitting on the couch with a both a stern and sexually animalistic look and replied, "Oh yes, you will! Now give me you cock!", as she pulled me forward again. "No, I cant...", I said again. "Yes, you can and you will!" she said almost angry and sexual at the same time. "Come on, little boy, give me your fucking cum. Mommy wants it", she half-panted, half-demanded.

This time when she pulled me forward I didn't resist. My cock plunged deep in her warm wet mouth, and I began to fuck her mouth faster and deeper. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!", I exclaimed, panting hard. "Mmmm", was her first reply, and pulled me out of her mouth just long enough to say, "Mommy wants your cum! Cum for mommy, cum in my mouth. Mommy wants to taste your hot cum, baby!". At this point, I couldn't hold back. I plunged my cock deep in her mouth, and a few thrusts later I grunted hard, clenching fist-fulls of her hair, as spurt after spurt of hot thick cum blasted from my cock while my cock was still in her mouth. She swallowed and gulped every drop, except for the last mouthful.

I pulled out of her mouth, bending over, out of breath, hands on my knees with my pants around my ankles. She still had a decent amount of my thick load in her mouth that she didn't swallow. She slid down her underwear, spit my cum onto her fingers, and crammed her fingers in her dripping cunt.

"We're far from done, baby", she said. "We're only just getting started". She leaned back and intensely pounded her cunt with three cum-covered fingers, moaning and writhing like an animal. "Come on, baby", she half-moaned, half ordered, "Rip off mommy's bra". "Mom...", I started, then she got intensely heated. "I said rip it off, now!". Something about that just filled me with intense, dominating rage, and exclaimed, "Fine!" as I leaned forward, grabbed one large cup of her bra in each hand, and literally ripped it off of her with a loud snapping sound as it split in the middle.

"Oh my god!", she exclaimed as she leaned forward, fingering her dripping cunt furiously with one hand, grabbing my cock with her other, and before taking it back into her mouth she said, "You're in for a long night of fucking mommy hard, baby. I'm getting you hard again and going to milk your cock dry!". I just stared intensely. "You're going to do nastier things with mommy then you've done with anyone, now suck on my tits, baby", she ordered.

I leaned down and took turns between her massive tits, sucking and slurping on the right, then the left, squeezing them hard, pushing them together, grabbing them from the bottom and squeezing, and fondling and squeezing from all directions, as much as I could.

She then pushed me back, I stood up again, my pants still around my ankles, and took my still half-hard cock and shoved it back in her mouth. She sucked me furiously for a few minutes then stopped, stood up, took off her nightie, threw her ripped bra to the side and took off her panties. As she stood in front of me, she grabbed by cock and started rubbing her clit with the head of my cock. "You wanna fuck mommy, don't you...", she asked in a way that sounded, again, almost more like an order than a question. "You're gonna fuck mommy all night, baby", she said, panting like an animal.

"Tell mommy you want to fuck her", she said. "I want to fuck you", I said, still panting myself. "No", she said. "Call me mommy when you say it", she said. "I want to fuck mommy", I said, feeling both weirdly uncomfortable and exceedingly turned-on at the same time.

My cock now being rock-hard again, she shoved it inside her cunt, me having to bend down slightly, and her having to stand slightly on her toes, given she was a little shorter than me. Face-to-face, standing in front of the couch, I slammed my cock into her dripping pussy, hips slamming hard into one another. "Oh god!", she moaned loudly. "That's it, fuck me, baby!". I grabbed her nice round ass and slammed her harder, then pressed her body against mine, her massive tits pressing into my chest. "Fuck mommy hard, baby!", she said intensely. 

At this point, I was totally immersed in the situation. I just didn't care and wanted more. "I want to fuck mommy from behind", I said. "Oh yeah, baby?", she said. "Alright baby, plow mommy's cunt from behind!", she exclaimed. She turned around and leaned forward, ass in the air, her tits pressing into the couch. I slid my throbbing cock inside her pussy and started to pound her hard. Then she stopped me, got up and turned around.

"No, baby...", she said. "Come with me", she said, as she motioned me to take off my pants, and grabbed my hand, leading me to her bedroom. She had a large king-size bed. She laid on her back as I took off my shirt, and motioned me with her fingers. "Get over here and fuck mommy hard!", she said. I wasted no time. I got on the bed, crawled on top of her, and slid my dick inside her cunt. I began pumping and grinding hard, as she grabbed her huge tits and sucking on the left one. "You suck on this one", she said, and I leaned down and she lifted her tit and took her nipple and entire front of her tit into my mouth, sucking loudly.

"Oh god! Oh god!", she exclaimed. "You're gonna make mommy cum baby!". I pumped her harder and felt her pussy clench around my cock as she literally screamed and dug her nails hard into my ass, pulling me in her as hard as she could. For about a minute she just laid there, massaging her tits while I continued to pump her, then said, "Get down... shove your tongue in mommy's pussy, baby". I slid down and plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, and sucked loudly on her clit, slurping her juices that were just pouring from her wet slit.

With no prompting from her, I also begin to rim her asshole, and she moaned louder. "Oh my body, baby! You want mommy's ass too?", she panted. "Yes mommy, please. I want to fuck your ass". "That's my kinky boy!", she exclaimed, as she reached for the lube on her night stand. 

I knelt on the bed, as she leaned forward and sucked my cock with a handful of lube. She then complete slathered my cock in lube, laid on her side, and said, "Slide your cock in mommy's ass, baby". "Yes, mommy", I responded. Slowly I slid my cock head into her tight asshole. "Oh god, that's a good boy", she said. Slowly but surely, I began to thrust, a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder, until I was pounding her ass balls-deep, spooning her.

"Grab mommy's tits, baby!", she said as I thrust my cock deep in her ass. We were laying on our right side, so I reached around with my left hand and grabbed her huge, heavy left tit, squeezing handfuls, and pinching her nipples, which made her squeal. 

"Fuck it, baby!", she panted. "Fuck mommy's ass! Harder!". At her prompting, I couldn't control myself. I pounded her ass furiously, then turning her on her stomach, and pounded her ass from the top. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Fuck mommy's ass, baby!", she exclaimed. "Oh god, yes mommy!", I replied loudly.

The sound of flesh slapping into flesh as my hips slammed into her round ass turned us both on even more. I thrusted harder, deeper and faster. "Oh god, mommy, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!", I yelled.

"That's it, baby", she said, "Give mommy your cum!". "You cum in mommy's mouth though, like a good boy!", she yelped. Just as I felt my balls tighten again, I pulled out of her as, she rolled over as I knelt in front of her on the bed. She leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, such furiously. "Mmmm! Mmmm!", is all she could get out as spurt after spurt of hot cum pumped into her mouth. Toward the end of my second massive load, which was still not finished, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, "Come on, baby, give it to me! Give mommy all your cum!". Just as another spurt of cum erupted from my cock it landed in her open mouth as she went to take my cock back in her mouth. "Mmmm!" she let out again.

Then, again, she kept some of my cum in her mouth. She got up on her knees and kissed me, shoving her cum-covered tongue in my mouth. I didn't even care and it was so nasty that it turned me on more. She kissed me deep, cum and saliva mixing in a thick drooling mess, both of us moaning and my cock still hard, twitching as it throbbed and she stroked it with one hand as she kissed me.

"You're still hard, baby, and mommy wants more!". "Shove it back in mommy's ass, baby", she said. She got on all fours and I plunged my cock deep back in her tight ass. I had no mercy on her asshole, fucking her hard, fast and rough. She moaned and squealed. "Fuck mommy harder, baby!", she exclaimed. At her prompting, I rose above her from behind a little more so I could drill her even deeper and harder. 

"Stop, baby", she said. She pulled me out, grabbed a small towel that was on the night stand, wiped off my still rock hard throbbing cock, and said, "Mommy wants it back in her pussy, now!". She laid me on my back, and got on top of me, her massive tits heaving and swaying as she mounted my cock and slid forward and back,her hips pumping faster and faster, in a smooth motion. 

"Oh fuck!", she exclaimed. "Mommy is going to cum again! Here it cums! Here it comes, baby!", and I felt her cunt tighten up around my cock and gush her juices over my cock, stomach and balls. She half-collapsed forward but keep sliding her pussy with my cock still in her. "Cum for mommy one more time, baby", she said, totally out of breath. "One more load for mommy, baby". She started to pound my cock with her pussy, harder and faster, moaning louder and louder. "Come on, baby! Give it to mommy!", she yelled. "Give it to me!". Not more than a minute after, I felt the last of my drained balls ready to explode with what cum was left. "Here it cums, mommy", I said. She got off my cock, leaned down and sucked me furiously, moaning as she did, as the last of my cum emptied into her mouth, which was a surprising large cumshot for my third one in about an hour.

"Oh god, baby... you made mommy so happy", she said, and continued to suck my cock even after I was no longer hard, sucking on and licking my balls as well, then moving back to take my cock in her mouth.

"There will be a lot more of this with mommy, baby", she said. "Do you want that?", she asked in a sly, again almost ordering tone. "Yes, mommy", I responded. She then laid next to me, just playing with my cock and I was playing with her soaking wet pussy until we eventually fell asleep.

This began a regular situation at least three times a week, and each time, she ordered and dominated me, forcing me to fuck her over and over, of which I have many stories.



Forced by My Long-Lost Father



My mom is like the world's worst mom. I hate her. I can't stand her. We fight all the time.

I started asking about my dad to annoy her. My dad was like this big dark mystery. My birth certificate is blank in the spot where it says, "father."

Then I started asking her about him in front of my stepdad just to make it a hundred times worse. I told her that I was old enough -- I had just turned 18 -- and wanted to meet him.

It just drove her nuts, which is exactly what I wanted to do.

But you know, I had had these very elaborate fantasies about him too that had started back when I was eight years old, like that he was fabulously rich and handsome and led an exciting life, sort of both Indiana Jones and James Bond or a brain surgeon who was also a secret crime fighter. I imagined that he wasn't part of my life only because she'd kept me secret from him.

I had fantasies about him coming and taking me away. We'd fly around the world treasure hunting and spying, or I'd become a doctor, but not by going to school -- since I hate school -- but instead by being his apprentice who was also his secret crime fighting partner, like Batman and Batgirl.

It was all so silly and childish that I'm blushing as I write this down. Whenever I read comic books or watched adventure or suspense movies I imagined that the main character, the hero, was my real father.

Well, she started to tell me a little, but I didn't believe her. She said that my dad raped her and that she didn't know who he was. I just didn't believe her, so I started really embarrassing her in front of my stepdad and especially the people from our church.

Finally she told me what she said was the truth as she was crying the whole time. She even drove me over to his house while she told me.

We're Jehovah's Witnesses. She told me that when she was only a little older than me she and a woman from our church were going door to door handing out Watchtower and Awake! magazines. They went to this big creepy old house. The lawn wasn't mowed. The paint was chipping and almost all worn off the house. There were old cars in the yard with grass growing halfway up the wheels. There was this big nasty looking dog chained to a huge tree out front, barking and barking. A few of the windows were broken. And best of all, there was this big turtle hanging by its tail with its head cut off, dripping blood from its neck, with a pan under it to catch the blood. She said that the turtle looked like just its shell alone was about two feet long. She said there was a nail driven right through its thick tail and into the house to hold it dangling by its tail alone with its front feet, with long claws, and its bloody neck hanging down.

In our church, we believe that Jehovah God looks out for people doing witness work, that when we're going door to door spreading the Word, we're in Jehovah God's special care. So bold as day mom and her companion went up to the house and knocked on the front door.

The big mean scary-looking dog was really howling and pulling as hard as it could on its long chain. The turtle was hanging just a few feet away from the door, and flies were buzzing around the turtle and the drip pan and a thick line of ants were crawling up into the drip pan for the blood. And sitting there in the drip pan was the poor turtle's head, which she said was bigger than a man's fist. The turtle's eyes were open with an ant crawling on one of them.

Well, this skinny old lady opens the door. They offer her the Watchtower and bring out their Bible and start talking about scripture and witnessing the Word. The old lady invites them in and they sit at her table. There are flies buzzing around the kitchen too. Several mangy-looking cats are sitting in the sun in the shade-less windows. They can smell cat pee too and fleas jump on their legs while they sit talking to the old lady. There are piles of yellow newspapers, and the table has dirty dishes and even some moldy and rotting food on it. The old lady's matchstick legs are all hairy, and she has no teeth and this white, ghostly mustache. They are talking and the old lady moves and my mom can see right up her old threadbare housecoat, and she sees the old lady's hairy "hoo-hoo," which is my mom's word for a woman's vulva.

My mom's thinking that this is like the Addam's Family without any of the funny stuff.

Well, this guy comes in. The old lady says it's her grandson. He's in dirty jeans and a grimy, grease-stained t-shirt with yellow sweat-stains in his t-shirt's armpits. His feet are bare and dirty. He hasn't shaved. He's got a tattoo of a single rolling dice on the back of each hand. He's got a broken stump of a tooth right in the front, but he has the beautiful blue eyes of an angel.

We are black, but I still have blue eyes. I'm the only black person I know with them.

Well, he starts talking to my mom, listening to her talk about the Bible and Jehovah God and the Watchtower magazine. My mom's companion is still talking to the old woman.

He says, "Let's go and talk on the porch." It's outside, but it's out back, where no one can see from the street or anything. My mom thinks Jehovah God is watching over her and that if anything happens she'll be martyred.

My mom said that he raped her out on the porch.

At first she wouldn't tell me any more, but then she said that she was wearing her long skirt and that the guy was very strong and that he held her down and stuck his hand up her skirt and then pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties and raped her, raped her for about forty minutes, and that she had been a virgin, but that he raped right out in the open with another big nasty dog on a chain close nearby howling and barking and straining on his chain the whole time.

She said that she was so ashamed that she didn't tell anyone, that she went on witnessing the Word another couple hours after that with her virgin blood and her rapist seed oozing out on her torn panties and dripping down her thighs.

Well, I don't believe any of it, but my mom drives me over and shows me the house, a house that looks just like she described.

I still don't believe it. I go to get out of the car, saying I'm going to ask them myself, but my mom cries and holds my arm and won't let me out. But I'm calling her a liar, telling her that I don't believe any of it, that she just let some boy slip one past the goalie a few times, or maybe let a whole bunch of boys do it hundreds of times. She gets so angry at me that she pushes me out of the car and drives off, shouting, "Go talk to your father, get yourself raped by these hillbillies, see if I care!"

We live in the city, and I don't think I've ever heard my mom call anyone, "hillbillies," before.

Well, I'm so convinced that she was lying that I go and knock on the door. I'm so sure of myself that I don't even care when a big mean-looking dog on a chain comes from behind the tree and starts barking, confirming part of my mother's story. We all took the Watchtower door to door, we all had several weird or funny stories about things we'd seen when we did it. Older witnesses had dozens or even hundreds of that kind of story.

I knock on the door, but nothing happens. I knock louder, and nothing happens. I take my shoe off and use it to knock really loud. A girl about my age, or probably just a little older, answers the door. She's got freckles and blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiles and her teeth are all straight. She's more than just cute: she's beautiful.

I'm not sure what to say, so I ask if a man lives there with dice tattoos on the back of his hands.

She doesn't really answer my question but instead invites me into the kitchen. There are three men old men playing cards at the table. Two of the burners on the stove are running with no pans or anything else on them ---- for heat I guess ---- and it's a little too warm in the kitchen. None of the old men have dice on the backs of their hand. I wonder why they didn't answer the door since they are so close they must've heard me knock.

I was thinking it weird to have such a big house with a kitchen so close to the front.

She says, "Follow me. You can talk to my uncle."

I follow her back into the house. It's a big house. There are weird smells and one dominant one of cat pee. It's a creepy, dirty, old house. I follow her up the stairs; I feel safe because I'm with a girl my age. As we go deeper into the house, I ask her age, and she surprises me by saying that she is 18 too. I'm so surprised that I don't think to ask her her name.

We go into this room and there's a man sitting on a beat up old couch. It's cold even though they have a little electric heater running, so he has a dirty blanket wrapped around him. I can't see his hands because they are under the blanket, but he does have beautiful blue eyes. Of course a lot of people have blue eyes. He looks older than my mom, maybe 15 years older.

He's got scraggly dark brown hair and he looks thin and wiry but strong.

His niece sits right up close next to him on the couch and pulls half his ratty-looking blanket over her so that they are sharing it. There's a little TV with a bent coat hanger stuck in the top as an antenna sitting on a wobbly old rattan coffee table in front of the couch. I lean around to peek at the little screen and see that they are watching, "Jerry Springer."

The man stands and the blanket falls off him. He sticks out his big hand and I shake it. He holds my hand, his grip strong, but I still can't see if he has a single dice on it.

Right then I remember that the word for a single dice is, "DIE," and I guess I feel the chilly-willies or something.

He's looking at me and I'm looking at him. He smiles and I see that he has a broken upper tooth right in the front with about two thirds of it missing. I look down at our hands and he turns his, like he knows what I want I'm looking for and he wants to show me so that I'm sure of who he is. I see that he's got a rolling die tattooed in faded black on it, showing six dots.

I think, "This is my father."

He says, "I know who you are."

My heart sinks, but I ask, "Who?"

"My daughter, Shawntelle's daughter." Shawntelle is my mom's name, although most people who don't know her well call her "Mrs. St. James" or "Sister St. James." People who know her well call her, "Tellie," "St. James" is my step-dad's last name, but it's not mine. My last name is my mom's maiden name.

So he does know about me. And I'm thinking, "this sure ain't Bruce Wayne or Indiana Jones or James Bond or even Buckaroo Banzai."

I really don't know what to say, so I just say it. "My mom said that you raped her."

He laughs. "I sure did, but I guess she loved it, 'cause she came back for more every day after that."

Well, now he's admitted that he raped my mother, so now I'm on her side. I feel both hurt and disappointment for myself and my daydreams about my father and angry indignation for my mother.

I say, "She wouldn't do that."

He laughs again. He's still holding my hand, like a frozen handshake or something.

He says, "Maybe she wouldn't now, but she sure did back then. She came over every day after school for a whole year almost, until she got knocked up. You came along and spoiled all our fun."

The blond freckled-faced girl is watching us with her hazel-green eyes. She had leaned toward the little TV and dialed the volume on "Jerry Springer" all the way down to nothing so that I can hear the dog barking outside again.

He says to her, "Remember I told you about that little nigger girl that used to come over here who couldn't ever get enough of my big dick?"

My family never talks about sex that way. We don't use the N-word, either. None of our friends, white or black, Hispanic or Asian, ever do either. My brother used the N-word once in front of my mom, and my stepdad literally washed his mouth out with like six different kinds of soap. And all my brother did was to say, "Hey, niggah, what's up?" to his best friend, a white kid from our church.

The girl said, "So you're my nigger cousin." She was smiling at me, the smile of an angel, her hazel-green eyes looking happy to meet me. "I'm Darlene."

He's still holding my hand. His hand feels rock hard and his grip was like a vice.

I say, "I don't believe you."

He says, "Darlene honey, go get the family picture album, the great big white one, not one of the little ones."

She scurries off, leaving the ratty blanket hanging half on the ratty couch and half on the dirty and stained carpeted floor. He sits on the couch, and because he's so strong and is still holding my hand I have to sit down too, right next to him.

"Wow, girl, you're gorgeous for a nigger."

I say, "Please, don't use that word."

"Nigger?"

"Yes."

He laughs. "Okie-dokie," he says with a smirk.

I think "my father is a racist and a rapist."

Darleen comes back with the album and my heart sinks. I know he's going to prove my mom both a liar and a slut after already admitting that he is my father and that he'd raped my mother.

Darleen flips through the album. My father is still looking me up and down.

"Oh, sweetie, my daughter would rather that we not use the N-word," he says that with the same smirk on his face, only now his beautiful sky-blue eyes are gleaming playfully too.

Darleen looks up from turning the big pages of their family photo album and blushes. She says, "I'm so sorry," and I feel safe again. She doesn't give me any excuse. No, "oh, everyone I grew up with uses it," or "all the black kids at school use it." I decide that I like her and can trust her.

I say to her, not him, "I'm Becca."

She smiles at me and I smile at her. I think, "This is my cousin."

He says to her, "She's named after you girls' grandmother, me and your mom's mother. Your Grammy Rebecca."

I think, "My mother let him pick my name, too, let him name me after his own mother."

I'm sitting on one side of my dad, and she's sitting on the other. She finds the picture, the proof that my mother is both a liar and a slut. She shows him and he shows me, taking the album on his lap.

My mom, looking so young, like my age, is sitting on his lap, my father's lap. It's a group shot, with five small dirty children, a couple of old men and an old woman, maybe my father's grandmother with the ghostly white mustache, like my mother had told me. I think, "That's probably my great-grandmother." My mother and my father are both laughing. I think, "These are my parents." He looks ten years older than her, even though he looks even much older than her now, maybe 15 years or even 20 years older than my mom looks now. I look more closely and realized that he's squeezing my mother's big breasts, really "honking" them hard, as the nasty kids say in school. They are laughing and posing together that way, my father groping my mother for the camera with the two of them surrounded by children and old people.

I feel this sense of complete defeat and shame. My father is a racist and a rapist and my mother is a slut and a liar. I just want to go home. Heck, I don't even want to go home. I decide that I never wanted to go home again. For a second I hope that he'll kill me right then and bury me in their back yard. No, I have this fleeting wish that he'll cut me up and feed me to their big, mean, barking dogs. In spite of it all, I smile at that idea. Every few weeks the dogs will dig up my bones and gnaw on them and then bury them again. My family will never know what happened to me or maybe the police will figure it out only when someone sees one of the dogs gnawing on my scull or my thigh bone right out in the open in the front yard.

My father pulls the dirty blanket over the three of us, and Darleen gives up some of her side of her part of it so that it will cover me better. It smells just a little bit like cat pee and beer, a smell I hate even more than the smell of cat pee. Darlene leans forward to dial the sound back up on the TV. Jerry Springer is talking directly to the camera, delivering one of his obvious little moral lectures after bringing out depraved people to tell their ugly stories to America.

Our TV at home is a hi-def 42-inch screen and has a remote so we don't have to go to the TV to change the volume or the channel. We have cable TV too instead of a bent wire hanger. I have my very own 27-inch TV in my room and it's much bigger and nicer than this pathetic, grimy, beat-up, little TV.

And right then my father puts his hand on my thigh under the blanket and begins to stroke my leg.

At first I try to ignore his hand, but then he moves it up my leg. I go to push his hand away, but he's really strong, just like my mom said. The more I try to push his hand away, the fresher and more aggressive he gets with his hand. It is moving right toward that spot between my legs. I close my legs as tight as I can.

I have a skirt on, a long one, probably much like the one my mother wore the day that he raped her.

I'm thinking, "I've gotta get out of here, I've gotta get out of here." But I'm embarrassed because of my cousin. How do you say to your cousin that your own father, her very own uncle, is groping you under the blanket that the three of you are sharing while you watch TV?

I try to pull away, but now his other hand is on my forearm, holding me in his iron grip.

His hand on my thigh reverses course and goes back toward my knee and I feel him pull my skirt up from just above my ankles to over my knees, feel his hand go under my skirt. I try to clamp my knees together even harder, but his hand just goes up and over them and over the tops of my bare thighs. He is forcing his hand right up my skirt.

I think, "My father is feeling me up, my father is going to try to rape me just like he raped my mother." I picture Batman raping Batgirl, his secret brown-skinned mulatto daughter, down in the cold, dank Batcave.

No guy had ever touched me before. My parents are strict. I'm not allowed to date. And I never met a boy that I wanted to date either. I had thought a few boys cute, of course, but that was all. I had daydreamed about meeting my future husband my last year of college. We'd walk together under autumn leaves in the quad and study together at the ivy-covered library or a nearby Starbucks until closing time when he'd walk me back to my dorm and kiss me respectfully on the cheek. Our very last semester we'd be lab partners in some advanced biology or chemistry course. He wouldn't touch my hand or kiss me on the lips until after we were engaged and of course we'd not do anything else until our honeymoon.

I suddenly realize that I've been a complete fool all my life and that my head had always been stuffed full with schoolgirl daydreams that had nothing at all to do with the real world.

I try to stop his hand, but he is already touching my panties under my skirt someplace between my bellybutton and the spot right between my legs.

He tries to pull my legs open using just his other hand, but all I did was move my other leg over, keeping them closed tight. He takes my hand in his and then he has my thumb between his own thumb and the side of his index finger. He pinches down hard on my thumbnail and it really hurt.

I'm scared, but I'm still worried about my cousin, worried about being humiliated in front of her. I open my legs so that he'll stop hurting me. In a second his hand is right on me down there, pushing into my most secret place. Then I feel him tear my panties aside.

I cry out. I try to close my legs, but his hand is already on me down there, right on my exposed vulva.

Darlene looks over at us. I'm hoping that he'll stop now that she's looking at us, but he doesn't.

His finger goes into me. My eyes go wide. It hurts. I start to cry. His finger is moving inside me, forcing its way deeper into me, probing me.




Forced by My Long-Lost Father



Darlene is just watching us. She doesn't say anything.

My father is fingering me. I know that I can't stop him.

He asks me, "Are you ready to behave now?"

He's still got my thumb with his other hand. He's not squeezing it yet. He's still fingering me.

I look at Darlene pleadingly. My father just laughs.

"Darlene, honey, go sit on the chair." There's a chair in the corner that's oozing dirty woolly stuffing from several holes and tears.

Darlene gets up and goes and sits in the chair and continues to watch us.

If she's not going to help me I wish she'd just leave, go to another room or something, and leave me alone with my father, my shame and my utter humiliation.

Instead, she reaches over near her and flips a switch on the wall and the TV goes dark and silent, interrupting Jerry Springer in mid-sentence. For a moment that alone seems the weirdest thing to me, but then I realize that the TV is on a plug intended for a lamp.

Then, mystery solved, I think, "Well, I guess my drama with my father is better than 'Jerry Springer.'"

My father says to me, "Sweetie, you're going to take your clothes off, all of them, even your socks."

I don't argue with him. I just give up, accepting the fact that my father is going to rape me just like he raped my mom. And my cousin, the girl I thought my protector and new friend, is going to watch.

He lets me go and I stand up and start to take off my clothes. I try to do it as slowly as I can, hoping for some rescue or to at least to delay it as long as possible, but he says to me, "Hey, girl, no schilly-schalling," exactly word for word something my mom used to say to me when I was little.

I speed up and take my shoes and then socks off, my shirt and then my skirt. I'm standing there in just my bra and panties, and he playfully smacks me on the butt. I put my shirt and skirt and even my socks onto the rattan coffee table next to the little TV in a nice neat pile.

"Nigger girls." He pauses and says, "I'm sorry, Becca. Black girls have the nicest asses."

Darleen says, "Hey!" and giggles. She's teasing him about him implying that she doesn't have as nice a butt as me.

He laughs, and asks me, smirking again, "Or do you prefer, 'African-American?'"

Darleen says, "Uncle Bill, don't tease her about that."

I think, "she's going to watch my own father rape me, but she's going to defend my racial dignity." I feel a bitter anger at her.

He says to me, "Come on, girl, time's a'wastin' away here." My mom used to say the same exact thing to me too, and some times she still does. I don't think I've ever heard her mother or aunts say either that or, "shilly-schallying," so I guess she must've learned both of those phrases from him.

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra and peel it off me and put it on top of my shirt.

He says, "Sweetie, you got great tits, better than your mom, I think." I'm a 34 DD. Even without a bra they stick right out and my nipples curve upward.

Darleen says, "Cousin, uncle Bill's right, you do have wonderful titties."

I think, "My father's name is Bill; my rapist's name is Bill."

I take my panties off while they watch. I see that they have a tear at the crotch and are ruined, but I still put them carefully on top of my bra.

He takes me by the wrist and pulls me down next to him. He takes me by the knees and opens my legs wide. He reaches over and strokes me right between my legs over that gap, my vulva, my mons major and mons minor, all names I learned in advanced human biology senior year in high school. Two of his fingers go inside me this time, only now he's not being rough with me so it doesn't hurt.

He laughs. "Wet as a July thunderstorm, Becca, just like your momma the first time I got her panties off. Come look at this, Darleen."

My cousin gets up and sits right on top of my clothes on the rattan coffee table next to the TV. The rattan sags down under her weight. My bra has wire to give my big breasts support and for a second I worry that she's going to bend it and ruin my bra. We have nice things because my stepfather works hard, but we are far from rich.

She says, "Wow, girl, I never seen a pussy so wet before, and I never seen a black one either."

He says, "Remember that Chinky girl with the weird breath and the itty bitty tiny titties like you had when you were nine? I always thought that Chinky girls had their pussies sideways, but I guess they don't, since she didn't."

Darleen reached out and touches me too, her finger even going all the way inside me. She smelled her own finger and tasted it. "Smells and tastes different too."

I think, "Fucking idiot, I'm just one girl. You can't tell anything from a sample of one." Everybody knows that. Here I am naked and about to be raped by my own father, and I'm worried about them thinking that black girls smell or taste different than white girls.

My father stands up and takes his sneakers and jeans off. He's not wearing undies or socks. I've never seen a guy naked before, not even one of my half-brothers. Darleen leans forward and takes his long skinny penis into her hand and strokes it and guides it into her mouth all at the same time.

I think, "Oh my God, he has sex with his own niece, too. I bet he raped her too, probably when she was nine, since he knows about what her breasts looked like when she was nine."

His whole penis goes all the way into her mouth, surprising me. I wouldn't have thought it possible. He looks about eight inches long, but she swallowed all of it easy. He takes a handful of her blond curly hair and moves her head back and forth on his penis, his penis sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth. She's looking up at his face while she sucks him, her eyes all excited. I realize that she loves having his penis in her mouth and that she probably loves pleasing him that way. I had always assumed that girls did gross things like that only because their husbands or boyfriends forced them to do it.

He pulls her head back, still using her hair as a handle, and his penis pops out of her mouth and springs up and claps against his belly. It's still wet and dripping with her spit.

She giggles and looks over at me, her hazel eyes still all excited.

He lays me down on the couch.

I beg him, "Please, don't. You're my father."

He just laughs.

I'm looking up at him, but I glance over at Darleen and see that she's undressing.

He gets between my knees and mounts me. He's supporting himself over me with his hands on the armrest, but then he's doing it with just one of his forearm. He reaches between us with his other hand and positions his penis.

I'm crying, begging him not to do it, but he just drives it into me hard.

I feel something tear inside me. It really hurts and burns. He's pushing hard with his hips and his weight. He lurches into me, and I cry out in pain. I feel this terrible burning tearing feeling.

He starts to thrust inside me, slow at first but quickly picking up speed.

He says, "Oh, baby, you're so tight. You're like a vise gripping my cock you're so tight."

He's doing it to me really hard now, ramming his penis into me. I still have this burning feeling, but it's not as bad as before, and instead I feel sort of like he's punching or something inside me, punch punch punch, again and again.

I think, "This is what sex is. When I marry, my husband will do this to me, and sometimes, when he does it, I'll remember my very first time, remember when my own father did it to me, remember when my own father raped me while my beautiful white cousin watched, completely naked and sitting next to us on a rickety old coffee table."

I'm looking up at my father's face as he rapes me. His face is half excitement, half pleasure. He really does have angelic eyes so blue, not exactly like mine, but very close.

He starts to grunt with lusty, animal satisfaction with each thrust.

My cousin is naked. She leans toward us and slips her hand down there and starts to rub me right over the spot where he's pounding away inside me. I know what that place is called, "the clitoris," from health class when I was a sophomore before I took my advanced human biology class as a senior.

With her other hand she starts to play with my nipples. She pulls and twists one and then the other, going back and forth. She's looking right at my face, too, her face all excited.

She says, "Cousin, I love your titties. Later, if you don't mind too much, I want to kiss and suck them, just for a little while." She leans forward and takes one of my nipples into her mouth and sucks it hard while she twists and tugs the other and rubs my clitoris with her other hand.

Slowly I start to feel good. My nipples are tingling and a little bit sore. Inside me where my father is raping me, pounding inside me, it starts to get warm. My clitoris goes from warm and tingly to something wonderful.

I can't help it, my hips start to move. I'm looking back and forth between my father's face and my cousin's, my cousin's hazel-green eyes and freckles and my father's blue eyes and his broken tooth.

My father laughs.

My cousin says, "Stop it, uncle Bill. This is her first time. You can tease her another time."

She takes her hand away from my breasts and starts to rub herself between her legs while she is still rubbing my clitoris with her other hand.

I have never masturbated or even tried to do so, and of course I'd never seen another girl, or a guy, do it.

She says to me, "Think about the cutest guy you know. Just close your eyes and think about this, only this, that you're at a hidden little cove with its own little beach in a little bright orange bathing suit that's perfect for your chocolate skin and that a cute guy is rubbing suntan lotion on your back. You're lying on your belly and he's straddling your butt while he rubs. You can smell the coco butter and the sea air. You know that he's probably got an erection, you know that he thinks you're the most beautiful girl that he's ever seen in his life, you know that he's wishing that he could rub the lotion on your belly and your thighs too, especially the inside of your thighs. He's fully sprung. He's got an Indian tent in his bathing suit. Think about that, think about his hands rubbing your back, think about his penis so big it hurts him and that he's worried that someone will come along and catch him completely sprung. Then he unties the back of your bikini top . . ."

I hadn't closed my eyes like she said, but instead I watched her touch herself. She'd rub her clitoris and then finger her vagina, back and forth, back and forth. She was so beautiful. I'd never seen another girl naked before other than my little sister, never ever seen a white girl naked.

Something happens, like a slow firecracker blowing up inside me, the fuse lit at that spot where she was touching me, my clitoris. This sound came out of my mouth, a moan, I guess. My hips rise up and I grab my father's hips and pull him towards me.

I can't help it, I say, "YES!" and my whole body shakes under my father and under my cousin's probing, moving little hand.

My father kisses me right on the mouth. His mouth tastes like cigarettes, beer and coffee. I can't help it, I kiss him back and pull and push his hips back and pull him hard into me so that he'll go in and out of me harder and at just the speed I want.

My cousin says, "I'm cumming too, Becca, I'm cumming too!" She moans, too, but her hand is still rubbing me, and her other hand is rubbing and fingering herself.

I feel my father's penis throb. He moans and shouts and cums inside me. I can feel him spurting in me. He kisses me again, right on my mouth, and I kiss him back.

He and Darleen laughs, but they are happy laughs rather than cruel, teasing laughs.

I laugh too. I can't help it.

My father pulls out of me and dismounts or whatever the term is when a man climbs off a woman, but he is still on his knees between my legs.

I can feel his seed leaking out of me. I feel wet from it and it quickly starts to get cold.

I look down and see that his penis is dripping with his own cum and doubtless some of my own juices. It looks pink or reddish with my blood too.

A cigarette and a little black plastic lighter appear in his hands even though he's naked, and he lights up and inhales deeply and blows a cloud of blue-gray smoke. He takes another long hard drag and then holds the cigarette out to Darleen, who takes a short drag with it still in his hand. He offers the cigarette to me, but I don't smoke.

Darleen kisses me right on the mouth, and I kiss her back. Her mouth tastes of tobacco smoke.

She giggles and leans so that she is over my knee with her hand on my thigh for balance. She takes her uncle's penis in her mouth and licks him clean. He was getting soft fast.

Still kneeling between my legs with his bare butt against the couch's armrest, he smokes and doesn't offer her another drag.

He says to her, "You'd better clean her out as best you can too. God-knows, I doubt she's on the pill or anything."

I giggle. I can't help it. I was picturing myself telling my mother that I was knocked up by my own urban redneck father. "Momma, you was right, and now I'm going to be momma to my own sister!"

For a moment I wonder which I'd care more about at that moment, her humiliation at me being knocked up by my father or my own. Would my joy at hurting her so much be more than my own shame?

Darleen gently takes my legs and helps me to sit up. She pulls me forward and I slide to the edge of the couch. She pushes my knees open, pushes the coffee table back carefully so as not to upset the little TV, and kneels between my legs. The floor is covered with a thin dirty carpet, but she doesn't seem to notice.

I guess I had no idea what she was going to do.

She leans forward and starts to lick and suck my father's cum out of me.

I'm surprised and grossed out. I think, "A lesbian sex act is being done to me right now by my own cousin while my father watches."

He says to her, "Give her a taste, girl."

She dips her finger the goo leaking out of me and brought it up to my mouth.

I turn my face away, but he told me to lick it, to taste it. I hold her wrist and taste my own father's seed and my own juices and virgin blood.

He says, "Smell it." I do.

"Give her another taste, sweetie."

She pushes two fingers into me and brings them to my mouth.

He says, "Smell it first."

I do as he says, holding my cousin's wrist again, "Lick it, give it a good taste."

I do as he says.

He says, "Suck her fingers clean," and I do.

It is grossly sticky and wet and smells weird.

I let go of her wrist and she goes back to licking me. When she looks up at me while catching her breath I can see my own virgin blood all around her mouth.

She licks and sucks me for a long time and pushes as much of her tongue into me as she can again and again. All the while she does it she looks up at my face with her beautiful hazel eyes. It isn't long before I started to moan. I look right back at her. She reaches up and starts squeezing my breasts, and pinching and tugging my nipples. Then she licks and sucks that spot again, my clitoris.

I don't even think about it, I reach down and take her head into my hands and push her face into me down there.

My uncle suddenly has a bottle of something, baby oil. He pops the lid and says, "Sweetie, get her ass ready."

I realize that my father is going to sodomize me too.

Darleen takes the bottle and puts some of the oil on her fingers.

She pushes a finger up my butt while she licks and sucks me slowly, gently.

He is stroking his penis while he watches us. He is using some of the oil on his hands to make them and his penis slippery. He is about half hard, I think.

He brings out a pinkish-peachy rubber thing from a drawer in the rattan coffee table. It is like a completely smooth penis but as thin as my little finger at the top and almost as thick as a half-dollar at the bottom. He puts oil on it too and gives it to Darleen. She says, "I'm going to push this up your butt slowly. It probably won't hurt. It'll feel sort of like you're taking a dump, that's all."

I know that I am helpless to stop them. I think that I really don't care what they are doing to me. The worst had already happened.

She licks me and pushes that thing up my butt. It feels surprisingly good! My hips lift, my knees clamp on my cousin's head, and I cum again, those slow firecrackers going off one at a time while I moan. She pushes it in me faster and I feel a throbbing wave that starts in my rectum and goes through my clitoris and moves through my whole body. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Now it's all the way inside me, and she is still licking my clitoris.

She helps me to switch to kneeling in front of the couch. She pulls a dirty and stained cushion from the seat of the couch and puts it under my knees. I bend over the seat of the coach, my breasts and belly on a cushion, and my face presses into the back of the couch, which smells of spilled beer and cat pee and pepperoni and something else, a weird mystery smell.

She sucks his penis again, him standing, her on her knees, and I turn my head to watch. He is all the way hard again and sticking up toward his six-pack belly.

He kneels behind me. She pulls the rest of the cushions from the couch and puts it under his knees. There is dirt and scraps of paper and a few coins on the uncovered part of the couch right next to my face.

She kisses him right on the mouth, Frenched him, a lingering, loving kiss.

I know that I am about to be sodomized by my own father but somehow don't mind.

He says, "Your momma used to love this."

Darleen says, "Bill, you fuck-head, stop it."

Sounding sheepish, he says, "I'm sorry, Becca, I can't help it."

Darleen says, "Yeah, he can't help but be a huge asshole half the time."

They both laugh, and I find myself laughing too, laughing with them. My mom and my stepfather never say a cross or angry word to each other. Instead they were cold to each other most of the time.

He slaps my butt hard and I laugh again, my butt stinging.

Now his hands are on my hips and I feel him push his penis up my butthole. I expected it to hurt, but it doesn't. Not one little bit.

Darleen brushes the dirt and the scraps of paper and the pennies and nickels and dimes and other crap off the place next to my head and sits next to me. She is still naked.

She leans over and whispers in my ear, "You're home alone, in your backyard, sunbathing."

We don't sunbathe in my family. We try to avoid getting any darker, but I don't say so.

I feel my father's penis move up my butt slowly, easily.

It feels so strange that I giggle.

She says, "Your handsome neighbor offers to put suntan lotion on your back." She pauses then says, "He rubs it in slowly. You feel so good, so relaxed. He unties your bikini top but you don't object. He rubs the lotion slowly up and down your back. The sun is beating down on you and you feel warm and his hands feel wonderful on your back.

"He says, 'oh, you don't want tan lines, do you?' He starts to tug down your bathing suit bottoms. Still you don't object.

"He puts lotion on your butt, rubs it in slowly.

"He asks you to roll over, but you say no. Part of you really truly wants to, but you feel shy and don't want him to think that you're a slut or easy."

She takes a moment to think and then continues with her little story, "He's older than you, close to your mom's age, maybe a little older, but he's still handsome, and he's tall and funny, and sometimes he flirts with you right in front of your parents.

"He's rubbing it on your thighs and butt, the inside of your thighs. You know he wants you to open your thighs so that he can finger you, but you don't and instead keep them closed tight.




Forced by My Long-Lost Father



"You feel his finger begin to probe your butt-hole, but you don't say no.

"First one finger, then two, then three.

"His hand slips under you and you raise your hips a little and you open your thighs for his hand."

I watch as she reaches down under my belly and feel her touch me. My father's penis is all the way inside me. I spread my knees out on the cushion as much as I could so that she can touch me more easily, and my father spreads his knees too, which are on the outside of mine, so that I can open my own. Her hand goes right between my legs, on that spot again.

She continues her dirty little story, "You feel him climb on top of you. You want to say no, but somehow you just can't. You think, oh, no, please don't, but you don't say it.

"You feel his penis slowly penetrate your butt."

My father has started to fuck my ass and my cousin starts rubbing my clitoris.

I moan. It is so strange, so weird, so intense. My clitoris feels like it is on fire and my rectum feels so warm.

I beg him, beg my own rapist racist father, "Please, don't stop, please, don't stop, please, don't stop!" It feels incredible. I mean every word.

I say, "Oh, that's so good, oh, that's so good, oh, please, don't stop."

I had begged him not to rape me but ended up begging him not to stop buggering me.

I cum and cum and cum. I am thrusting my hips back as hard as I can and I know that my tough, sinewy father is sodomizing me as hard as he can.

My father says, "I'm going to cum!"

I feel him spurt inside my rectum, feel his penis throb inside me.

I cum when he does it.

He keeps fucking my butt, only more slowly, for another few minutes while my cousin slowly rubs my clitoris.

He pulls out of me and goes out, naked, into another room to wash up, not bothering to cover himself.

Darleen asks me to lick her. "I know you've never done it before, but I really really need it, and if you don't want to, I'll understand."

I thought, "What the heck. At least she asked." I had her close the door again.

She tells me what to do, how to lick her, to go slow, to go easy, to finger her and to lick her labia or her clitoris. My father walks in, naked from the waist down, and watches us. Right then, I don't care that he hasn't closed the door.

When she comes I feel joy at having pleased her.

My father's penis is half hard, and he tells me to take it in my mouth, to kiss it, to suck it.

I think about the fact that it had been up my butt a few minutes before, thinks about the fact that half of what I am came spurting out of his penis before I was born.

I take my own father's penis in my mouth and suck and kiss it. He doesn't get much harder, but he seemed to enjoy it. After a while my mouth gets tired, so Darleen and I start switching back and forth, me sucking his penis for a while and then her.

Darleen tells me, while I am sucking him, that she's never been with another man or boy, but that sometimes she and my dad would go to the mall or somewhere else and pick up other girls, "to play with." She said that she didn't want me to think her a slut for being her own uncle's girlfriend either. It was just something that had happened.

My dad gets dressed and lets me get dressed. Darleen watches us dress, but remains naked. Then she puts on her panties. She puts the rubber penis back in the drawer of the coffee table without bothering to wash it.

He says he'll give me a ride home.

Darleen and I put the couch back together and push the rattan coffee table back in place. She covers up again with the dirty blanket and asks me to flip the switch on the wall to turn the TV back on.

Just before my dad and me left the room, she tells me that if I go to the police that she'd certainly be arrested too, that she had raped me, too, every bit as much as my father had.

But the fact was I was too ashamed to tell anyone, just like my mother had said that she had felt.

When we go out the front door my mother's car is parked across the street. I walk over to her. My mother is crying. She doesn't even see my father.

She drives me home. I thinks about telling her that I know that she is a liar and that she had been a slut when she was my age, that I'd seen the photo, seen the proof. But I don't.

My mom and I start to argue again, our same old arguments. She didn't even ask about what had happened to me in the house, what I had seen or heard from the people, my own family, my father's side of my family, in the house.

But she does tell me never to go back to my father's house.

I am angry, but I got angrier. I am proud and stiff-necked, like the Bible says the Israelites were. I tell my mother that he is my father and that I am 18 now, an adult, and that I'll visit him as often as I want. The more she said no, said that I couldn't, said that I shouldn't, the more she told me what an evil and vile man he was, the more determined I became to visit him often, just to spite her, to visit him as often as it took to show my mother that my father was a good man, to show her that he loved me and wanted me in his life just like other fathers wanted their daughters in their lives.

Besides, he had said that she had visited her every day after school. Why shouldn't I do the same?

But I am going to be smarter than my mother. I go to the clinic the next day and they put these things, these little thin tubes, in my arm, Norplant, so that I wouldn't get pregnant. They said that I didn't need to worry about any of that for another five years.

The very next day after that I go back to my father's house, ride the bus to his street, having told my mother that morning that I was going.

I can see how much it drives my mother crazy, and I love that it does.

I even invite my cousin to our house for the weekend and brought her to our church and introduced her to everyone as my cousin. At night we lay naked in bed laughing and sucking each other's breasts and fingering and licking each other. My mom's room -- she doesn't share a room with my stepfather -- is close enough so that she could hear us laughing and giggling.

When I go over to their house, I let them do whatever they want to me and I do whatever they say. I don't mind. We even go to the mall, my cousin and me, to find girls for us to play with, usually with my father, but sometimes just us girls.

It's a small price to pay to show my mother. You know, sometimes you really do have to cut off your nose to spite your face. 

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Anekri was a great help in editing this story and I am very grateful to her for it. I made some changes after she edited it, including changing some things back to how they had been, so any mistakes are mine alone.