5 comments/ 18330 views/ 11 favorites The Reckoning of River Rollins By: markydaysaid Part 1 "What are you smoking?" River asked his girlfriend Mindy. "Is that marijuana? You can't smoke that! We're in school!" Mindy was indeed lighting up a small joint, even though they were right by their lockers in their high school's hallway. Class had actually let out about an hour ago, but the place was still busy with teachers, athletes, and other kids engaging in other extra-curricular activities (like getting fucked in the closet and doing drugs like Mindy). "Relax, River," Mindy said, taking a little puff of weed-smoke into her pink virgin lungs. "Stop acting like a little kid. Everyone does drugs here, even the teachers. Have you ever seen Mrs. Cummings after 4th period? Bitch is rolling so hard she can't even sit straight. Although, that could be because she's been getting fucked up the ass by Coach Jackson every lunch period." River and Mindy had been dating since junior high, which meant they had been dating for almost five years now that they were seniors and about to graduate, but whereas Mindy had just started to catch up to the cynical, mean, hyper-sexualized, and violent nature of her generation, River was still a 'nice guy.' He was cute, they both were. He had a nice, soft body that was well toned since he was on the swim team (although his tiny speedo revealed a certain lacking that most girls cared about) and his messy brown hair hung over his big blue eyes. Mindy was a cutie as well, and was quickly developing into a scrumptious little sex-kitten. Her long blonde hair was tied up into two childish pigtails, but her budding breasts and peachy, bubble butt were barely contained by her tight pink t-shirt and tight booty-shorts. Her thong underwear was hiked up so high that it rode up the sides of her curvy little waist, and River noticed that she seemed to have placed it that way intentionally. River and Mindy had always been very close (even though they had never gone past second base) but River was starting to worry that they were growing apart. Mindy had started hanging out with bitchy, slutty girls who visibly carried condoms in their pockets and wore collars that read 'SLUT' or 'BITCH' on them. She also started listening to violent rap music and was considering getting a tattoo on the small of her back. The drugs were the last straw. "Mindy," River said. "I'm sorry. But I'm going to tell on you." "You're gonna wha?" she asked, nearly dropping her joint. "River! What are you, in the 3rd grade or something? I'm supposed to be your fucking girlfriend!" But it was too late, River had already turned around and was heading straight for the campus parking lot where the campus police usually hung out. "River!" Mindy whined. "The fuck! Why are you such a little bitch!" ##### As River approached the old police squad car that was always parked in the school's lot he noticed that it was rocking back and forth, and he knew why. His heart started to palpitate loudly in his petite chest, knowing who was inside and what she was up to. River had never cheated on Mindy, but he couldn't control his adolescent fantasies, and most of them involved older women, the stars being his teacher Mrs. Cummings (the slutty art teacher) Mrs. Buxton (Mindy's own cougar mother) and the woman in this vehicle: Officer Roxanne Ripley. One of the windows was open, and when he got close enough his vision was instantly filled with the sight of two large, firm perfect breasts bouncing up and down. Officer Ripley was only 24, and her body was more rocking than any pornstar or fitness model that existed on the internet. Ripley's head was hanging out the window as well, her shoulder length, messy brown hair sticking to her sweaty face as she gasped and moaned in erotic abandon. "Holy fuck!" Ripley's tomboyish voice quaked as she bit her puffy lower lip. "So big! I can't . . . I can't fucking believe it!" A strong, dark-skinned hand came out of the car and grabbed Ripley by the nape of her neck, making her squeal slightly, holding her in place. Then the man behind her started to fuck her almost violently, the car rocking back and forth so wildly that they car made threatening BEEP-BEEP sound as the car-alarm was about to go off, but just then Ripley started to cum, her pretty face contorting in an almost painful expression. Her breasts heaved in exhausted joy, and her dark red nipples stood out totally erect. She moaned and whimpered in surrender as the man behind her continued to thrust, but when he was ready to cum he must have pulled out. "I wanna bust in your mouth, bitch!" the man said from inside. There wasn't a lot of room in the car, but Ripley tried to accommodate him. She leaned to the side of the window and craned her head back, sticking out her long pink tongue, a tongue that could have easily gone past the tip of her nose. The first blast of thick, white cum missed her face, and River was disgusted when it nearly hit him, one or two warm drops landing on his hand, but the next burst was aimed better and it splashed against the side of Ripley's face, drenching her cheek and filling her mouth. The rest of the man's explosive orgasm must have spilled across her back or something, because River couldn't see any of it. Then Ripley noticed River standing there, and she looked very annoyed (although not embarrassed at all) to see him. "Can I help you kid?" she asked in a tone that really sounded like "Can you come back later, I'm busy at the moment with a huge cock up my ass?" "Um . . . um," River stammered, distracted by his own raging hard-on, although his endowment of four inches barely registered in his shorts. "My friend is doing drugs!" Ripley cocked on eyebrow as if to say "so?" but she knew that it was her job to check in on kids ratted out by other kids. "Fine," she sighed. "Just give me a minute to get cleaned up." ##### Ripley got out of the car a few minutes later, having wiped off most of the semen that had plastered her face and back. She was wearing a rather scandalous outfit for a police officer, especially one who worked at a school. Her big, firm breasts were held up by a tight jacket that was open all the way to reveal her infinite cleavage, and her toned stomach was left completely bare. Her big bubble-butt was encased in a pair of tight shorts that were always wedging tightly into the crack of her buttocks. She wasn't allowed to have a gun, but she did carry a rather large, heavy, iron nightstick that was not regulation at all. The man who had been fucking her from behind was none other than Coach Jackson, a man who was no stranger to most of the school's pussy population. He excused himself after noticing a tall, sexy blonde girl wearing a skirt so short the bottoms of her ass showed, and he went to discipline her for violating dress code. River took Officer Ripley to the last place he saw his girlfriend, blushing like a strawberry the whole time. Ripley had so much swagger in her walk that it made him dizzy to look at her. The world was her catwalk, and she was making it her bitch. He caught up to Mindy in the hallway, and he was shocked to see that she was with another boy, the school bully Dillinger. He had a hand up the front of her shirt and was roughly pawing her young chest, while she mewed like a horny little kitten, dancing on her tippy-toes. Ripley barely suppressed a giggle. "Well, well. What have we here?" "Mindy?" River cried. "What are you doing." Mindy turned so fast her long blond pigtails whipped Dillinger in his handsome face. "Getting felt up by a real man, you little faggot. Dillinger is the one who sold me the weed, and now I'm going to get more by trading him some of my sweet pussy." "But . . . but . . . I thought we were saving ourselves for each other!" Mindy laughed evilly, her sweet little voice echoing in the rough hallway. "Idiot! Couch Jackson popped my cherry a month ago! I wish you had seen it! He fucking wrecked me! Right after cheerleading practice he bent me over a drinking-fountain and fucked me so hard I passed out. I was so plastered with cum I had to scoop it off my face. His cock was bigger than your forearm, loser." That's when Officer Ripley stepped up, her large breasts bouncing right in front of Mindy' big blue eyes. "Did you just admit to both the purchasing of illegal substances AND prostitution right in front of me?" "Whatever!" Mindy yelled. "What are you going to do about it, you old dyke? Everyone knows you only work here so you can hit on teenage girls, you fucking pedophile!" Ripley's narrow, sleepy eyes widened in cold hatred. "She ain't just a carpet-muncher," Dillinger said in a voice typical for a brain-dead future-frat-boy jock. "I hear she sucks the meanest dick around. How about it, slut, wanna buy some weed from me?" Dillinger reached out and pawed at Ripley's chest, just as he still was to Mindy's perky sweater-puppies. Ripley's eyebrows started to quiver like her head was about to explode. CRACK! Her nightstick landed on top of Dillinger's head so hard his skull probably cracked. He would most certainly have suffered brain damage, had he a brain to begin with. He was immediately unconscious and slumped to the floor. Mindy squealed and tried to run, but the knocked-out bully still had his hand tangled in her bra, which snapped as she tried to turn around. Ripley grabbed her by her exposed thong and yanked on it so powerfully that Mindy was actually lifted into the air for a few seconds. The thong snapped like a rubber-band and she dropped to the floor silently clutching her genitals. "Officer Ripley!" River exclaimed, for some reason extremely aroused. "That was . . . wow!" "Wait here," she said to him, sounding very serious. "I'm going to teach this little slut a lesson she'll never forget." ##### About half an hour later Officer Ripley emerged from an empty classroom. She had dragged the quivering, sobbing Mindy in there by her pigtails, and soon the whole hall filled with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, and of Mindy desperately begging for mercy. By the end of it Mindy was screaming meaningless babble, sounding exhausted to the point of collapse. Ripley was wiping her hands down with something, a small handkerchief River thought, but when he looked closer he saw that it was the torn remains of Mindy's little pink thong. Ripley dropped the soggy panties on the floor like they were a piece of trash. River looked past Ripley and almost feinted. Mindy was sprawled out on her back across one of the desks. Her eyes were open but they were blank, her expression totally retarded and vacant. Tears and drool stained her face, along with some other bodily fluids. Her clothes were shredded and pushed away from her naked, peachy, tortured little body. Impaled in Mindy's fresh pink pussy was Officer Ripley's thick nightstick, which was buried almost ten inches deep and dripping wet as the mindless little girl pissed herself. "Well, she'll be thinking twice before she disrespects me again," Ripley said as she readjusted her large breasts into her jacket. "Sorry about your girlfriend being such a piece of trash, but most girls in this school are. If you wanna go have sloppy-seconds be my guest. I won't tell. Later." Ripley started to strut away with a smug, victorious smirk on her face, but River stopped her by grabbing her wrist. Ripley very briefly considered smashing her knee into his balls, but stopped. Everyone deserved to make one mistake without being castrated . . . but just one. "Kid. You've got three second to let go of my wrist before I turn your testicles into-" "Officer Ripley will you please have sex with me!" River yelled, tears forming in the corners of her enormous, innocent eyes. Ripley couldn't decide to laugh you break his nose. "Excuse me . . . but . . . what?" "Please, I . . . I know how pathetic it sounds, but I'm graduating soon and I think I'm the only virgin left in this school. I thought Mindy was different, but she's been cheating on me. You . . . you're the only girl in this school I respect, and you're the prettiest besides. Please, I know you mostly prefer girls, but, I would be honored to lose my virginity to you." Roxanne Ripley did not do pity-sex. Ever. She did group-sex, anonymous-sex, hard-sex, lesbian-sex, violent-sex, experimental-sex, and every other kind of sex you could think of, but never pity-sex. For Ripley sex wasn't just for fun or building 'relationships,' for her it was a matter of sanity. She needed to taste pussy or have a good cock-induced orgasm at least one a day, or otherwise she'd simply devolve into a raving, violently vicious bitch . . . much more so than she already was. But for some reason, for the first time in her life, she felt a small tinge of compassion for another living creature. That, and she was horny as hell from destroying that little cum-bag Mindy. "Ugh . . . fine." ##### The fact that Mindy's unconscious, broken body was still splayed over a nearby desk didn't stop River from kissing his dream-girl. Ripley was much taller than him, so she had to lean down to kiss him, her large breasts firmly mashing against his flat chest. The soft but firm embrace of her puffy lips and the impossibly long, slithering length of her tongue were enough to drive him nearly insane, and she wetly fucked his mouth as if her tongue were a long, pliable cock. It was the most erotic kiss little River had ever even imagined. It was a little boring for Ripley though. She fucked way more girls than guys, and she only slept with men who were macho enough to dominate her sexually. She was use to men tongue-fucking her mouth so roughly that she'd get dizzy, and she liked the way her breasts sizzled against their hard, hot, bulging pectorals. She got none of that from kissing River. He kissed more like a little girl, but whereas little girls excited Ripley, River was just . . . flat. "Have you ever gotten your cock sucked, kid?" Ripley whispered into his ear. Some cock-sucking was sure to excite her. She loved sucking-cock more than anything. River almost melted into a boneless puddle, so Ripley had to lift him up and plant him on the teacher's desk like a little puppy. Her experienced hands quickly undid his belt and zipper, and his shorts dropped to his ankles faster than a white-girl's panties dropped on Prom night. River gasped as the warm air of the classroom washed around his hairless package, and his small testicles shrank up into his groin. He had never been so erect and hard in his whole life. His whole body felt like it was going to explode with cum. Ripley though, she almost didn't see his dick at first. She was use to a man's cock springing up so fast and powerful that it would slap her in the face and leave a bruise. River . . . River's penis was barely four inches. FOUR INCHES! Heresy! Blasphemy! Deformity! Ripley wondered if this little bitch even technically qualified as a man. Why didn't his mother euthanize him as a baby out of shame? "Is that . . . is that-" "Please suck it," River begged, biting his lip. (Maybe it'll get bigger) Ripley thought as she leaned over and opened her big, wet, soft mouth. She engulfed the whole of his penis, testicles and all, in a single mouthful, something she had never experienced before in her life. The first cock she had ever sucked (her stepfather's) had been so thick that she gagged on it until she vomited. Most cocks she sucked took getting use to. It required work to get her chin to touch their heavy, cum-packed balls. That was what she loved about sucking cock. She loved the challenge, the struggled, the need to feel a big, fat, flanged helmet stretching open her throat and ramming into her stomach. She wanted to gag and choke like she was being strangled. She wanted the room to spin from lack of oxygen. She wanted a big pair of balls to slap against her chin like the sound of applause. She wanted her mouth and stomach to be flooded by a load of hot, creamy, salty, delicious cum. She wanted a cock that deserved her. Sucking River was like chewing the gristle from a steak without the flavor. It was fucking boring. River was in total bliss though. As her longue, hot tongue stroked the underside of his penis he felt like she was sucking his soul out, and as she rolled his balls around in her cheeks he could feel them melting like sugar cubes in a cup of coffee. "Oh . . . oh Officer Ripley . . . Roxanne . . . I'm . . . I'm CUMMING!" "WHFF? Ahfreeffy?" (What? Already?) River grabbed the sides of Ripley's head and pulled her forward, not that there wasn't much more than a centimeter she could move. She allowed him to pull her though, mostly out of habit from sucking off strong, dominant men who raped her throat like a sex-toy, men who gave her no choice but to take it to the balls and hope for survival. She was unaccustomed to the weak, pathetic tugging of the boy's doll-like hands. River's balls gushed like cherry-tomatoes, squirting two wet little bursts of watery, flavorless ejaculate into Ripley's mouth, followed by a small amount of froth that the slutty cop allowed to ooze out of her mouth and down her chin. She stood up, swallowed, and wiped her chin. She felt robbed. "Well, that was . . .," 'boring,' 'pathetic,' 'disappointing.' She looked for that right word but couldn't find it. Words had never been invented for something so utterly unworthy of talking about. Ripley had been keeping a sex-journal since she was a teen (at her mother's suggestion) and for the first time in her life she had a sexual experience that she did not wish to record. "AMAZING!" River gasped, rolling on the desk as if still in the throes of a life-altering orgasm. He reached down and tugged his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned, cute, kinda sexy, but unimpressive physique. He kicked down his shorts and stood before her naked, his four-inch penis still standing at total erectness (she assumed, it was hard to tell with something so small). "Pull your shorts down," he hasped. "I want to fuck you." "I . . . but . . . I mean . . . will it even . . .," her mind tried to piece together some way of saying 'no,' but for some reason she couldn't get around to it. She had never been in this situation before. By now she should have been gushing out her first wild, wet orgasm as some big, muscle-bound stud or talented lesbian slut played her pussy like a musical instrument. What was happening right now wasn't sex. She didn't know what to call it. For some reason she complied though, perhaps hoping that the sex was about to happen. She turned around and bent over, filling River's vision with the generous curves of her firm ass, the product of countless thousands of squats done at the gym, and countless thousands of anal penetrations by big, hard studs. She had to wiggle her butt to get her shorts and thong panties down, the material stubbornly wedging in her sexual crevice. When the thick, womanly scent of her freshly fucked pussy wafted up to River he almost passed out. Just the warmth of her vagina hit him in the face like a baseball bat. He was like Icarus flying up into the sun, completely unprepared for the power he was facing. He placed his hands on her hips and mounted her, looking somewhat like a child trying to crawl onto the back of his big-sister. He tried to prop his foot up on the desk but he wasn't that flexible, so he just pushed forward until the thumb-sized head of his penis pushed into the hot, steamy folds of her cunt. "Oh . . . oh holy shit," he gasped, his body shivering with electrical current. He felt like he was diving into a warm hot-tub on a cold day. He started to thrust, eventually finding the right angle so that he could maneuver at least three inches of his penis in and out of the ambrosial embrace of her sexual oven. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure in his body grew to almost uncomfortable levels. The Reckoning of River Rollins Ripley looked at her phone. She was still waiting for the little brat to stick it in and she was getting bored. She cycled through her newest texts and deleted the ones that didn't look worth reading (she was a popular girl and her phone was always blowing up). She had just gotten a text from Coach Jackson a minute ago, and there was a picture attached. It was an image of his big, fat, black cock sticking straight out across a young blonde student's face. She was plastered with cum so thickly that one of her eyes wouldn't open and her smiling mouth was overflowing with spunk. The sight of made Ripley wiggle with erotic jealousy. She and Coach Jackson had stared exchanging pics of their other conquests, just out of sexual rivalry, and for once she would not be texting him back. She was embarrassed to even be in the same room with this little dipshit. River mistook Ripley's aroused wiggling as being for him. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "You're so fucking wet! Slut! I bet you're just fucking loving this! You love getting your naughty snatch pounded by a student! You're a bad girl! A bad, bad girl!" Ripley grumbled slightly. She tilted her phone and took a pic of the destroyed Mindy and decided to send that to Coach Jackson. At least that was something she could be proud of. Her finger slipped though and she ended up sending the photo of the over-fucked Mindy to everyone in the school's contact book, including Mindy's mother, Mrs. Buxton, a board member on the PTA. "Whoops," Ripley whispered. "Fucking slut! Call me daddy! I know you want to! Call me daddy!" Ripley really missed her stepfather. He use to fuck her so hard she'd piss herself. "Oh . . . holy God . . . are you ready?" She was ready for it to be over. "Here it comes . . . shit . . . here it comes, you beautiful, perfect whore. I'm . . . I'm cumming again! I'm CUMMING!" River's mind exploded like a newborn star as his virginity melted like a ice-cube in the sweltering furnace of Ripley's amazing body, and his cock started to spew more cum in one orgasm than he normally would in a month of masturbating. He slapped his hips into her buttocks like he was gently spanking her, the room filling with a soft 'slap, slap, slap, slap.' He backed out too much and his erupting phallus finished its spray across the swollen folds of her love-pocket, and the rest of it pooled into the crater of her anus. When it was over River was gasping and crying, and his naked ass fell to the floor where he squirmed with happy, giddy joy. Ripley had totally missed it. She had been texting her friend Cinnamon about hooking up later for drinks at a local bisexual strip-club. After the text was sent she turned back and was surprised to see River's naked little body writhing on the floor with his little penis glistening with watery cum. She reached back and scooped up what little semen she could gather with her finger, most of it from her anus, and she tasted it in her mouth. It was unsatisfying. "That . . . that was absolutely amazing," River said, running his hands of her sweaty torso. "Was it good for you too?" "Was it . . . was it good for me too? WAS IT GOOD FOR ME TOO!" That really set Officer Ripley off. Something about being asked whether or not the most boring experience of her life had been 'good' or not really just pissed her the fuck off. "You retarded, pathetic, hopeless little shit. Ripley reached down and quickly pulled her shorts and panties off of her ankles, flinging them away like trash. She lifted her foot and brought the heel of it down on his balls, smashing them against the floor. They didn't pop, but it hurt almost as much as if they had, and River was left clutching them as he screamed silently. "Does it look like it was good for me? Does this look like a well-fucked pussy." She squatted in front of his teary face and pried her swollen lips open, showing him all the soft pink flesh that his tiny prick had never even reached. "You didn't even fuck me, your dickless loser. You barely tickled me." She grabbed the sides of his head and kneed him in the face. CRACK! His head snapped back and sent him rolling to the floor. When his blurry vision came back into focus he was looking up at Ripley's plump vagina lowering over his mouth. She was squatting onto her face, grinding her clit over his nearly-broken nose and lips, smacking her hips into his face so hard that it felt like he was being slapped. "I'm gonna get an orgasm from you one way or another," she said threatening. "Too bad I have to do it myself." Her clit was pink, hard, and erect, an inch-long pussy-penis that probably could have fucked a girl better than River could have. She mostly grinded it against his lips and nose, but occasionally she'd thrust higher and hit him in the eye with it. Her thrusts were powerful enough to repeatedly bang his head painfully against the ground, and he actually started to slide across the floor. "Faggot! Pussy!" she moaned hotly. "Your nose is doing a better job than your dick did. I think . . . yeah, finally . . . I think I'm actually working up to something here." She grabbed his hair and wound her fingers into it. It hurt so much he wanted to scream, but that just let more pussy into his mouth. She was really wet now, actually dripping with lubricant like a wet sponge, and now he knew that she had been almost dry before. Her breathes became labored, her muscles started to stand out in her toned stomach, and her eyes started to roll back in a sleepy, drugged-out expression. "Fu . . . fuck . . . FUCKING FINALLY!!" She came. She fucked his head into the floor for a few more thrusts, but then she squatted over him and started to slap her clit so quickly it was like she was trying to break it. Her pussy exploded like a water-balloon at first, drenching him with hot sex-water, and then she came like a broken faucet, nearly drowning him in cum. He didn't know a woman could cum like that. She was screaming as she beat her clit with abusive force. When her orgasm finally ended she had trouble coming to her feet, but she did, although her knees wobbled slightly. River was gagging and choking on her cum, unable to swallow it all, and it came bursting from his lips and nose in pathetic wet pops. His whole body was saturating in a puddle of her cum, and as he tried to sit up his hand slipped and he fell right on his face. "Faggot," Ripley said barely above a whisper. She raised a foot and kicked him in the side so hard that he went skidding across the floor. He clutched his side and whimpered pitiably, rolling up into a naked little ball. Ripley stood over him like a barbarian queen over a captured soldier, ready to sacrifice him to her dark, erotic gods. She pressed the heel of her foot against his throat, just the slightest pressure enough to block his airway as he helplessly struggled for breath. Anymore and she'd snap his neck. She held him there for a while, until his lips started to turn blue from lack of oxygen. She let him go, but not before delivering another brutal kick to his already swollen nuts. She picked up her panties and shorts and turned to leave without putting them on. The school was almost empty now, and she honestly didn't care if anyone say her naked bottom. But before she left she did turn to look at him, her perfectly curved body framed by the light of the hallway. "If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." She left, and as soon as she was gone River grabbed at his swollen, battered genitals, but not to comfort them. He started to flog himself so hard that it hurt, but he had to. He had never been this aroused before, this absolutely turned on in his life. Before he knew it he was cumming, rope after rope of cum splashing across his chest and face, his cum finally mixing with hers. River discovered something about himself that day. He was in love with Roxanne Ripley, and he was going to make sure that what happened here would happen again. Part 2 "Sabrina is in charge while I'm gone," Mrs. Carmen Rollins said as she finished packing her suitcase, not even bothering to hide from her nineteen year old daughter and eighteen year old stepson the bizarre and perverse assortment of dildos, lingerie, and leather straps she had filling her luggage. That was the kind of thing you travelled with when you worked as a professional dominatrix and sex therapist. Carmen Rollins was not a whore by any means, she never had sex for money, although despite what he husband knew she had it quite often for fun. Her job was to coach couples in bondage and sadomasochism, training doms to be dominant and subs to be the little bitches they were. More often though, she found herself teaching wealthy, old, inexperienced men how to properly fuck their young wives. Carmen couldn't count the times she had used her twelve-inch strap-on to plow some stupid twenty-something trophy wife into a sexual coma while her limp-dicked husband watched, paying thousands for the pleasure. It had become a very lucrative career. "You can order pizza if you want, but no parties, no drugs, no sex, and for fuck's sake no going in my room!" "Can Marcus come over?" a bratty, nasally nineteen year old girl asked. Carmen Rollins' daughter, Sabrina Apple (she refused to change her name when he mother remarried) was sitting on the couch fingering her smart-phone, wearing little more than a tight sweater that exposed her slender midriff and tiny cutoff shorts that rode up her perky buttocks so high they could have been a thong. She was wearing an actual thong though, the yellow straps of it were riding high on her slender hips, her panties forming a slutty little whale-tail in the perfectly curved contour of her lower back. Sabrina was a tall girl with shoulder length blonde hair that always looked slightly wet, and it framed her naughty, feline face with cute bangs to make it look like a heart, her green eyes sparkling with an eternal glimmer of wickedness, as if she were always imagining everyone around her naked. She was a dedicated athlete, competing in acrobatics and cheerleading for years, which gave her the body of a firm, strapping nymph. Carmen groaned as she apprised her sexy, naughty slut of a daughter. No doubt if Maurice came over he'd be ten inches deep in Sabrina before the pizza could even show up, not that Sabrina would be hungry for any pizza after swallowing that black stallion's substantial nut. Carmen didn't really approve of her daughter's hedonistic, slutty lifestyle, but Carmen herself had been quite the cock-cushion at that age herself, so she couldn't really blame her daughter. Sabrina had gotten her delicious beauty from her mother, being a lithe and slender cheerleader with firm, cantaloupe sized breasts, whereas Carmen herself had matured into a goddess of erotic proportions. Big tits, wide hips, narrow waist, and an ass that swayed like a wrecking-ball. Carmen's own blonde hair was long and slightly wavy, falling to the enticing arch of her lower back. She always wore finely tailored suits that melted around her voluptuous form, and a pair of sharp glasses that made her look intelligent and authoritarian. Every indulgent curve of her being was dedicated to being a dominatrix, whereas her daughter Sabrina was just a slutty little bitch. "Yeah, and Chloe says she's coming over too," a shy, slightly feminine male voice said. Carmen's stepson, River Rollins was standing by the stairs, wearing a baggy grey hoodie and a pair of swim-trunks. He was a cute boy with a smooth, angelic face and messy brown hair, but Carmen knew that unfortunately he hadn't been blessed with his father's substantial endowment. As twisted as it sounded, Carmen knew she couldn't love a son who was only packing four inches. "We're just going to swim for a while and work on our science project." Carmen shrugged and smiled. "Well at least I know you'll stay out of trouble," because River was too much of a little pussy to get into trouble, but she left that part unsaid. "I'll see you two tomorrow. I'm going to be spending the night at my client's house." Closing her suitcase of whips, dildos, and straps, Carmen waved goodbye to her kids and headed out to her Mercedes. ##### Chloe was the sweetest little 18 year old gumdrop in town, as people always told her. She was short and baby-faced with big blue eyes and puckered pink lips that were always curved in a puffy smile. She had long black hair that fell halfway down her body, which was becoming curvier and curvier by the day. She hadn't noticed it yet, but she was quickly blooming into a very ripe little lady. Others had noticed though, the way her frilly skirts seemed to curl up her supple buttocks, the way her girly t-shirts and tank-tops strained against the heaving pressure of her young breasts, or even just the way she bit her lip when she smiled. Wherever Chloe went she left a trail of stubbornly erect penises behind her, and she was still too obliviously naive to know it. Although her 18th birthday had just been last week, Chloe was still a virgin. She had never even seen pornography, she had never seen a naked man, and she didn't understand why she couldn't sleep at night, when her vagina grew wet and swollen and aches wracked her young body. Her conservative mother had never taught her about masturbation, so every morning she was frustrated and soaked with sweat, which she figured was just due to growing pains. Chloe was riding her bike to her boyfriend River's house, secretly enjoying the way her pussy felt against the bike-seat as she hit bumps in the road, when suddenly a beat-up old car blasting loud rap music nearly ran her over. Chloe swerved to avoid the car, her bike hitting the curb, and she went tumbling into River's front yard. She moaned uncomfortably as she sat up, rubbing her bum and whimpering from the shock. Out of the car stepped a man Chloe was instantly intimidated by. For one thing he was black, but he was also big and rippling with muscles, especially his glutes, which looked more like they belonged on a horse than a human being. Chloe recognized him. It was Marcus King, her school's star offensive lineman. He was even wearing his football jacket, but underneath it he had nothing on. Chloe lost her breath as she tried counting the number of muscles there were in his abs. Forget six-packs, Marcus seemed to have an eight-pack. Marcus looked down at her and snorted. "Watch were you're going, little bitch." Chloe was still shaking with shock, and a few other feelings she didn't really understand. "Um . . . sorry." Marcus chuckled a little. "Nice panties." Chloe didn't understand what he meant at first, but then she looked down and saw that her legs were splayed open, her skirt hiked up so far it was now a belt. Her pink panties had gotten bunched up into her juicy ass, and for some reason her kitten was so wet that the front of her panties were transparent. The outline of her puffy vaginal mound was perfectly clear. Chloe blushed and squeaked with embarrassment, struggling to pull her frilly skirt back down, but Marcus was already leaving. He walked right over her, and right into River's house. ##### "He's Sabrina's boyfriend," River explained. River was sitting in a chair by the door to his bathroom while Chloe got changed into her swimsuit inside. "Really?" Chloe called back. "But I thought he was dating Heather Abercrombie, the rich girl. But then again, I saw Caitlin Fairbanks hanging on his arm the other day, and Lily Bottoms was wearing his jersey last week." "Yeah, well, Marcus had lots of girlfriends," River mumbled angrily. He was grateful that Chloe didn't seem to understand that Marcus was a stud, and that half the girl's in school (including his stepsister) were nothing but the days of the week to him. Sabrina was Marcus's Sunday girl. The door opened and Chloe stepped out. "How do I look?" Chloe struck a pose and River nearly popped a nut right there. She looked so cute she was fucking edible. The one piece navy blue swimsuit she was wearing was actually pretty conservative, covering up her breasts and ass, but she had gotten it almost a year ago and her body had developed quite a bit since then. Her breasts pushed against the tight material so much that her nipples stood out, and swimsuit was slowly receding up into the cleavage of her bubble-butt, revealing the perkiest ass River had ever seen. Her black hair was tied up into a ponytail and it flipped around her shoulders as she wiggled. "G-g-great," River stuttered, trying to hide his erection, which wasn't hard because there wasn't much to hide. "Thanks," Chloe giggled. "You're so sweat." She leaned in for a kiss and River puckered his lips, his heart racing a mile a minute, but her lips turned and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go swimming." ##### River and Chloe had only been swimming for a few minutes when Sabrina came out wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt that hung just beneath her ass. Marcus was right behind her in nothing by a tight pair of jeans, his ebony muscles blazing in the sun "Hey," Sabrina said in her nasally, bitch voice. "Marcus and I figured we go for a swim too." Sabrina reached down and pulled off her t-shirt, revealing that she was wearing her 'fuck-me-bikini,' as she called it. It was a microscopic swimsuit that offered only two small triangles to hold back her erect nipples, a tiny patch of elastic material to cover her shaved cunt, and a string of floss that disappeared into her athletic ass. River groaned and Chloe blushed like a cherry about to pop. "S-s-sure," Chloe said, her pretty face bobbing in the water. "Get your swimsuit on, stud," Sabina said to Marcus, leaning over slightly to emphasize what a delicious posterior she had. "Didn't bring one," Marcus said, unclasping his belt with a sound like thunder. River was horror stuck as the black titan's jeans slipped down and he saw that nothing, NOTHING was worn underneath them. Marcus's bulging obliquus-externus muscles led down to his crotch like an enticing triangle of rock-hard flesh, pointing to the thickest, fattest, longest monster of a cock that River and Chloe (especially Chloe) had even seen. He was already semi-hard, and his elephant-trunk was hanging a solid 9 inches down with foreskin to spare. He was obviously not at his max yet. Poor little Chloe was so stunned by the sight that her head briefly sunk under the water, almost feinting from feminine shock. She knew what a penis was, she understood their purpose, and the idea that something that gigantic was supposed to go into something as sensitive and soft as a vagina just seemed . . . misogynistic. Sabrina hopped into the pool and came right up to Chloe, hugging her close, her hands cupping the younger girl's ripe buttocks. Sabrina had a wicked smile as she leaned in and whispered into the shocked girl's ear "Wanna play some games?" ##### The first game they played was Marco Polo. Chloe was 'it' first, and as she paddled around the pool repeating "Marco . . . Marco . . . Marco," River couldn't help but suspect that Marcus was trying to get caught. He moved closer to Chloe and in his deep voice said "Polo." Chloe reached out under the water with her hands, and she got a hold of him. She must have thought it was his wrist or ankle, but when she opened her eyes she saw that what she was holding onto was Marcus's thick black cock. It was so wide that her fingers couldn't wrap around it completely, and even though it wasn't fully erect it felt as hard as bone. "Sa-sa-sa-sorry," Chloe stuttered, blushing pink. "No problem," Marcus chuckled. Marcus caught Sabrina next, and so it was her turn to be 'it.' Sabrina's athletic body cut through the water like a shark, and even though she got close enough to River that she could have easily tagged him, it seemed she was interested in only one quarry in particular: Chloe. Chloe paddled excitedly to get away, having already forgotten the trauma of handling Marcus's third-leg, and she swam into the deep end, putting her hands on the edge of the pool. River saw that Sabrina had her eyes open just a little, her sparkling emeralds peeking out. She was cheating so she could find Chloe. The Reckoning of River Rollins "Marco!" "Polo!" "Got ya!" Sabrina yelled, her hands firmly swopping up and grabbing Chloe's waist as she leaned against the tiled edge of the pool. Chloe gasped as her big eyes rolled up into her skull and a retarded smile melted onto her face. River could see just enough through the water to know that Sabrina had grabbed Chloe's inner-thigh, and was no doubt massaging it. Chloe moaned and whimpered, biting her lip as her sense returned from the near-orgasmic shock. "You got me . . . you got me. I don't think I want to play this game anymore." "Alright," Sabrina said with a barely suppressed evil giggle. "Let's have a chicken-fight." ##### Chloe had no idea what a chicken-fight was, so Sabrina had to explain it. "I'll sit on Marcus's shoulders, you sit on River's shoulders, and as they walk through the pool you and I will try to pull each other's tops off." Chloe squeaked and covered her breasts with both arms, terrified by the idea. "But . . . but-" "It's just a game, honey-suckle," Sabrina said, licking her smug lips. "We're all friends here." "But I'm wearing a one piece." Sabrina snickered. "Cutie, I've been chicken-fight champ three spring-breaks in a row. I could strip a bodice off as easily as nipple-pasties. Now mount your steed." ##### Sabrina cut an intimidating figure atop Marcus's broad shoulders, her firm white breasts hovering over his head like two hypnotic moons, and her arms slithering like greedy snakes. Marcus moved through the water with such power that he left a wake, and standing in the shallow end left the water just at the level of his crotch, so that the base his thick sex-muscle was peeking above the water. River on the other hand could barely support Chloe's ninety pound body, and he was taking every ounce of strength that he had just to stay above the water. Chloe was nervous not only about losing her top, but also about having to grab for Sabrina's. Ripping her tiny little bikini off seemed terribly mean. Worse, the sensation of her special-spot rubbing against the back of River's head was making her body rather hot and bothered. As he rocked back and forth trying to support her she became more and more focused on the building pressure between her legs, and she started to hump the back of his head with desperately little gyrations of her juicy butt. Sabrina saw her opening and went for it. "Let's seen those little titties, bitch." Sabrina's hand snapped out and clasped the front of Chloe's one-piece. Instead of pulling down though she pulled apart, and after a long moment of straining the elastic material of Chloe's swimsuit simply burst open, popping like a balloon and then slowly ripping down her stomach all the way to the puffy hill of her pussy. Chloe's little breasts were so small and firm that they barely moved, but her pink nipples sprang up for attention, each more swollen and sensitive than Chloe had ever felt before. Chloe nearly cried from shame as she struggled to cover herself, but Sabrina kept the shredded remains of her swimsuit spread wide open. Chloe dove forward, pushing River under the water and causing Sabrina to topple off of Marcus's shoulders. Chloe's naked breasts slapped down onto Marcus's brick-wall of chest like an egg smacking into a hot iron skillet, a sudden rush of electric tingles shocking her body from the amazing skin-on-skin contact. Marcus's body simply vibrated with a sort of vitality that was physically electric and Chloe found herself looking up into his face with wide, awestruck eyes. He was holding her, his massive hands cupping her peach-shaped ass, and she melted against him like butter. Chloe's eager little humps became more rhythmic and forceful, and within seconds she was enthusiastically slapping her wet pussy against his rock-hard abs, grinding her erect pearl against his muscular crevices. When Sabrina came up from the water she was a little pissed off. She didn't like being dunked by Chloe, but when she saw the little girl pathetically grinding herself against Marcus's chest Sabrina giggled. She slithered under the water and came up from between Marcus's legs. With one hand she kept River under the water (she didn't need that little faggot interrupting) and with her other hand she tapped a finger against Chloe's tight little anus, pushing forward just enough for her fingertip to penetrate. "Something . . . something's happening!" Chloe whined, almost crying with confused, overwhelming sensations. Her body froze up and she let out a loud gasp. She thought that she was peeing against Marcus's stomach, but it was something other than pee that came out. Whatever it was tickled and tingled her body like nothing she had ever felt before, and a warm, electric current crept up her spine and into her brain. Her mouth salivated and she pressed her face into Marcus's neck, breathing in his thick, inebriating musk. Her nipples sizzled against his pectorals, each about as sensitive as the erupting pearl between her legs. River was about to drown, so Sabrina let him back up. As his head splashed above the water and he gasped for air Marcus let go of Chloe. The sleepy little girl splashed into the water and was rudely shocked out of her post-orgasmic spell. "What the hell!" River said, coughing up chlorine. "Were you holding me under?" Sabrina shrugged with a coy smile. "Sorry. Accident." She turned to Chloe who was holding both of her arms over her naked chest. "So cupcake, wanna hop into the hot-tub?" Chloe looked up at Sabrina with sleepy, sheepish eyes, and then she looked at Marcus, her gaze trailing down his glistening chest to the dark anaconda floating in the pool. She did not look at River. "Yeah," she said. "Sure." #### River couldn't take his eyes off of Chloe as she stood by the hot-tub and peeled off the shredded remains of her tight one-piece, slipping it down to her ankles and then pulling it off. She tossed it across a lawn-chair and then stood there totally naked, her peachy young skin taught from the cold of the pool. She was beautiful, like a perfect little cherub with a bubble-butt and an almost hairless pussy. Her demeanor was noticeably different now. Although she still seemed demur and didn't display herself like most girls stripping naked would, there was a soft, delicate sexuality in her movements, a confidence that River had never seen before. Chloe gasped softly as she descended into the bubbling waters of the hot-tub, sighing loudly as the hot water embraced her naked form. "Fuck yeah, let's get naked," Sabrina laughed, losing her tiny top and flossy thong with two expert swoops of her hands. She tossed her little green thong into the air and by chance it landed on River's head. He quickly tossed it aside, blushing madly that his sister's pussy-patch had been on his face. Sabrina slipped into the water and wrapped her arms around Chloe's body, pressing her buxom chest into the little girl's back, even tickling her a little. Chloe smiled and giggled, and although she looked shy she didn't move away. Her body even pushed back a little, the curve of her ass nudging nicely against Sabrina's thighs. "You are such an adorable little cutie, Chloe," Sabrina said, hugging the younger girl tightly. "I bet everyone just wants to gobble you up." To emphasize her point Sabrina playfully bit Chloe on her neck. Chloe giggled and tried to wiggle free, but only slightly. "Thanks, I-" Chloe twisted her neck back to say something, but her lips came within inches of Sabrina's lips, and there was a tense moment of suspenseful silence. A look of heavy arousal passed between the two girls, Chloe wide-eyed and short of breathe, Sabrina dominant and seductive. Sabrina leaned in and kissed Chloe, their pinks lips grazing gently and smacking against one another. It wasn't a very deep kiss, and their tongues only touched for the briefest of moments, but the sexual pressure building between them was reaching a boiling point. When the kiss ended Chloe blushed and came back to her senses. She meekly pushed herself away from Sabrina and drifted to the other end of the hot-tub, once again covering her small breasts with her arms, looking away so as to not make any eye-contact. Sabrina looked disappointed but also a little smug. She leaned back against the edge of the hot-tub with her arms back and her chest thrusting outward, displaying dominance. River crept into the hot-tub with his shorts still on and sat close to Chloe, although they didn't embrace in the same way Sabrina and she had. Marcus had been gone for a while, but he came marching back with his big cock slapping against his legs. He was holding a lighter and a massive blunt, taking large puffs of weed as he came back to the tub. "Anyone want a hit?" Marcus asked. Sabrina raised her hand and took the blunt, letting Marcus light it up for her as she took a long, deep drag on the rancid weed, filling her lungs with smoke. She turned then and exhaled, blowing a big puff in Chloe's direction. Chloe coughed sweetly, her pink virgin lungs having never inhaled anything so pungent before. "I'm bored," Sabrina said, looking directly at Chloe although she was talking to Marcus. "Let's go play by ourselves. I need to wash all this chlorine off." Sabrina rose up out of the hot-tub, waves of steamy water cascading down her sexual shape, and she stepped out so close to Chloe that her hairless vagina nearly slapped the little girl in the face, just another less-than-subtle display of dominance. She grabbed Marcus by his dick and led him back into the house, heading for the large bathroom on the first floor. Chloe was breathing so heavily it seemed she might feint. She was grasping her left breast tightly, feeling the frightening pace at which her heart was fluttering, and although River couldn't see through the bubbling waters, Chloe was clumsily prodding her swollen pussy. "Chloe, are you okay," River asked. "I'm sorry if Sabrina was picking on you. She can be kind of a bitch, especially when boys are around and-" "Where's your sister's room?" Chloe interrupted, sounding very anxious. "Um . . . second floor, next to mine. Why?" Chloe splashed out of the water and crawled out of the hot-tub so quickly she almost tripped. Her vagina was so engorged that it actually made her walk funny, her legs splayed out with a wide stance as if she had just been riding a horse. Naked and dripping wet, Chloe darted back into the house, her cute butt wiggling with every step. River didn't understand what was happening, but he was worried that Chloe was about to do something she was going to later regret. River hopped out of the tub and followed her. ##### River followed Chloe up the stairs and into Sabrina's room. "Chloe, hold on. We're gonna get caught," River whined, but he could hear the shower downstairs blasting at full pressure, and over it he could occasionally make out the sounds of Sabrina moaning and yelping erotically, no doubt getting her tight white cunt stretched out by Marcus. "Wow," Chloe gasped. "Your sister's room is so cool." 'Cool' isn't the word River would have used. 'Messy,' maybe. 'Cluttered.' 'Smelly.' Sabrina's room looked like a bomb had gone off in a lingerie store. Panties and bras of every color and size were scattered about, some of them still crusty with protein from the last time Marcus or one of Sabrina's other regulars visited her. The nightstand next to her bed was crowded with lotions, half-empty vodka bottles, and some obviously well-used dildos. Her walls were plastered with posters of ripped studs wearing next-to-nothing or actually nothing, one directly above her bed featuring an African-American model with a very large, erect cock. Chloe spun around in the middle of the room with a dazed look on her happy face, her chest beating like a drum. She picked up one of Sabrina's tiny panties, a lacey little thong of transparent black mesh, and to River's horror Chloe actually brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. "I wish I owned something like this," she said, swaying a little. "All of my panties are just so . . . childish. Your sister is so cool and mature and so . . . mmm . . . sexy. She must get all kinds of boys like Marcus." She did. River was starting to really worry that they'd get caught, and worse, that he simply didn't understand what was happening with Chloe. His sweet, innocent girlfriend had never acted like this before. She was the kind of girl who closed her eyes when there was nudity in a film, or referred to her genitals as her 'kitty' in a hushed voice. River could hear the shower being turned off downstairs, and of two sets of naked feet marching up the stairs. "Chloe we gotta get out of here," River whined. "If she catches me in here she's going to beat the shit out of me." River had good reason to be concerned. Sabrina had swept the floor with him before, once literally. River grabbed Chloe by her wrist and tried to pull her back out the door, but it was too late, Sabrina and Marcus were too close. He could practically hear Marcus's cock slapping against his thighs as he approached. River froze up with such fear that his tiny testicles almost withdrew into his body, and he stood there like a deer in the headlights of a semi-truck hauling ass. Chloe reacted though, instead taking River by the wrist and pulling him into the closet, shutting the folding doors at just the last second, as Sabrina's perky breasts breached the room. The closet was cluttered with all kinds of things a slutty young woman would own. Clothes, lingerie, boots, magazines, and a few 'accessories' that spoke of some very kinky nights, and all of it fell around the young couples' bodies as they cowered in the dark. The closet door was shuttered by parallel strips of wood, so River and Chloe could easily see what was going on in the room without giving themselves away. Chloe's naked chest pressed against River's arm, her soft nipples barely grazing him, and the poor little boy quietly whimpered as his erect penis nearly ejaculated. They could see Sabrina strutting around the room, her firm buttocks swaying with arousal. Her pussy was so swollen and wet it looked like she was squeezing a sliced peach between her legs. "Fuck . . .," she gasped, running her hands over her breasts. "I need it again. You can go again, right?" SLAP! Marcus's big black paw smacked Sabrina on her ass so hard she nearly lost her footing, her body freezing up with shock and stimulation from her erogenous globe. "Of course I can go again, bitch. You do you think you're fucking with? I'm surprised you can go again though. I fucked you pretty hard in that shower." Sabrina rubbed her ass as she smiled with horny retardation. "Yeah, I thought you were going to fuck me through the glass. I want it again. Just as hard, just as fast. C'mon baby, my body is hurting for it." Sabrina crawled like a lanky lioness onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours and offering up her spread cock-cushion up to him in tribute. She wiggled impatiently, taunting him with her wet, swollen cunt. "C'mon, baby, please. I know you want more of my tight, white, cherry-pie." Marcus snorted. He raised his hand again and slapped it across her ass. SMACK! "Ouch! Fuck!" Sabrina whined, shivering from the enjoyable pain quacking through her. "Stop . . . stop teasing me." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Fuck!" Sabrina cried, slowly being pushed to the verge of an orgasm from just the spanking, her pussy gushing like a melon slice being squeezed. "Goddamnit . . . harder! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK River felt Chloe's naked body press up against him. Her skin was hot and she was breathing loudly, loudly enough that he worried she'd give them away, but that was unlikely over the loud mewling of Sabrina who was tearfully approaching orgasm. River thought he should put his arm around Chloe to comfort her. Surely a sweet, innocent girl like her was having trouble understanding the violent, perverse sexual display occurring in front of her, but River realized that Chloe wasn't pressing up against him for comfort, she was doing it to get a better angle. Chloe was wide-eyed and awestruck, enrapt in Sabrina's plight with total facilitation. Chloe was wiggling constantly, her own hips shivering with ever brutal spank Marcus delivered to Sabrina's jiggling buttocks. Chloe was grinding her pussy against the carpet, unfamiliar with the intense gratification of that the friction brought to her inner-thigh. "Chloe, are you-?" "Move over," Chloe whispered, pushing her naked chest against River's, clumsily stumbling on top of him to get a better view of Marcus's muscular back and naked ass. She gasped and bit her lip when she saw his cock again, his brutal nine inches of thick flesh slowly growing stiffer and thicker. Every time he spanked Sabrina his cock bounced, bobbing up and down like a tree-branch in a windstorm, and with every blow it grew a little thicker. As Chloe watched this she started to slide back and forth, unconsciously grinding her body against River in tempo with Marcus's punishment, imagining that it was her on the bed, and that it was her supple posterior being smacked around. Chloe had never been spanked before, she had never done anything to deserve it, but right now she was wishing that she had. For the first time in her life Chloe wanted to be a naughty girl. River was so horny he was nearly going out of his mind. Chloe's hot little cherry was grinding against his soft stomach, hitting the rim of his swimsuit, leaving an increasingly slick streak of fluid. Chloe was starting to whimper louder now, little tears like diamonds sparking in her blue eyes, and River was too shocked to quite her down. "You want this fat nigga dick," Marcus said, running his hands over Sabrina's pink cheeks. Sabrina was crying and biting down on her pillow, but she answered with a pathetic whimpering that sounding like a 'yes.' "You want this thick cock to split your scrawny ass in half?" Marcus asked, slapping his erect pole against her swollen pussy. He was hitting her sensitive, puffy lips with his rock-hard head, teasing her roughly. Sabrina inhaled deeply as she fought back tears. "Yes!" she nearly screamed. "Fuck yes!" "You fucking live for this shit," he teased her, sounding a little angry with her. "You get off being such a sexy bitch, toying with all them white boys you date, even though every weekend it's me or one of my homies tearing your pussy apart." "Oh god," she moaned, clawing at the sheets of her bed, trying to rub her cunt against his thick shaft. "Yes! I love it! I love being such a twisted, heartless bitch. It gets my pussy wet, It makes me wanna fuck. I love it. I love getting fucked by a big, fat cock while some pussy is out there writing a song about me or buying me flowers. So stop teasing me please and just FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" "Fine," Marcus growled. "Here you go, freak!" He grabbed her hips and unceremoniously slammed forward, sending ten solid inches of cock balls-deep into the quivering little cheerleader. Sabrina reared back and screamed at the ceiling, her big emerald eyes exploding with tears. Marcus quickly wound his hand into her pony-tail and pulled, keeping a tight hold on her as he slammed his hips back and forth, sawing into her pink flesh with demoralizing force. He stood at the edge of the bed gyrating his body with little effort, seemingly relaxed and confident in his rythm, but for Sabrina this was a test she was barely physically fit to pass. Her body forward and backward, her whole body sliding six inches in either direction as her bubble-butt smacked against his iron waist, her breasts rolling all over her chest independent of one another. She gritted her teeth as her eyes rolled back, and she started to grunt with animalistic fury. The Reckoning of River Rollins "Fucking slut," Marcus grunted angrily. "I'm breaking you in half this time." He easily picked her up and flipped her over, dropping her on the bed so that the lower half of her body hung off the edge. He mounted her again, this time in the missionary position, thrusting deep and bouncing her against the bed with such force that the mattress nearly jumped out of frame. Sabrina's stubborn grunts started to deteriorate into panicked yelps as she was pushed deeper and deeper into lust while Marcus stayed in ctontro. She looked up at him with reverence as she melted into a climax, and with a single hand he squeezed her neck, chocking her slightly to enhance the reality of her powerlessness beneath him, the powerlessness that aroused her so much. "River," Chloe whispered, her hot breath washing over his face, the scent of her cherry flavored bubblegum filling his senses. "Is that . . . is that was sex is like?" River honestly couldn't say. The few times he had sex had all been disappointments, usually ending in humiliation. This was sex for certain kinds of people sure, people like Sabrina and Marcus, each champions of their sexuality, hardly small amateurs like River with his four inch penis. Chloe fell back onto her bottom and spread her legs, curiously prodding her inflamed vaginal lips with her finger. She put two fingers on other side of the tight hole and tried to spread it open, but the sensation was too much for her and pulled her hand away, shuddering a little and sighing in relief. She looked back through the door and watch with hypnotized fascination at the way Marcus's titanic hips were drilling Sabrina into the mattress, like a machine made of hard, glistening, dark muscle. As she watched she stroked her mound, petting it softly, and slowly gaining seed. She shyly looked over to River, and her little hand began to clumsily tug at the waistband of his trucks, meeking trying to pull them off. River was too shocked for a moment to react, having never imagined he'd get to second base with Chloe while hiding in his sister's closet, but when the prospect of some very real sex with the cutest virgin in school became apparent he quickly shrugged out of his shorts. It was dark and cramped, and so Chloe couldn't see his penis at first, but her little hand quickly found it and clamped down. River let out a little gasp. "Oh, Chloe," instantly loosing himself to the butterflies in his stomach and the eager tadpoles in his balls. River was already having the most fulfilling sexual experience of his life just feeling Chloe touch him, but Chloe . . . well . . . she was more than a little disappointed. "But . . . what . . . why is it . . .?" Chloe couldn't quite find a polite way of asking 'why is your dick so fucking small?' so she just quietly stuttered and stroked the infant penis with disbelief, hoping that at any moment it would spring up into a towering column of masculine dominance; a big, thick cock like Marcus's. Her stroking only got River hotter and hotter, and his smooth chest began to rise and fall with deep breathes. Chloe looked back out the door and saw that Sabrina was on her knees now, kneeling before Marcus and sucking on his massive dick with a level of zest that almost frightened Chloe. Marcus's fat log was so wide around that Sabrina's slender throat bulged every time she lunged forward, and the sound of her own spit being pumped down the back of her throat made a disgusting squishing sound, but she wasn't stopping. Sabrina's green eyes were looking up at her master with complete devotion and a clear since of insecurity, an instinctual need to prove herself. She was going deep, plunging six inches in and out in each direction, but her chin never quite made it to his heavy hanging man-apples. Chloe leaned in and whispered into River's ear. "If I suck on it . . . will it get bigger?" River's heart almost exploded. "Yes! Yes please . . . oh, Chloe." Chloe bit her lip and leaned down, timidly pulling her hair back so it wouldn't get in her eyes. Chloe had no idea what she was doing so she kept looking back to Sabrina for reference, noting the way she held Marcus's powerful pussy-plug with both hands, using the grip to pull her mouth back and forth faster and harder. Chloe couldn't do the same with River, his penis was so small she barely needed one hand to cover it completely. She pinched the base with two fingers, and the soft flesh plied down like a sponge. She puckered her puffy lips and kissed his little acorn head, licking the tiny penny-slot on top with the tip of her tongue. River moaned and rolled back, hitting in his on the wall, but over the racket of Sabrina gagging on Marcus's dick it wasn't loud enough to attract attention. Chloe found that she didn't mind the taste so much, so she sucked him in and started to roll his little nub around her mouth like it was a piece of candy. She didn't move at all, but when she remembered that Sabrina had been actually bobbing her head, rocking her whole body back and forth for momentum, Chloe though she should as well. Maybe if she sucked it right River would get a little bigger. As Chloe slowly rocked her little body back and forth she had to be careful not to go back too far so his penis wouldn't pop out, and the sight of her naked rump wiggling in the air as she serviced him drove him insane. He looked down at her round angelic face rolling over his crotch, her chubby cheeks bulging with his erection, and he was quickly pushed to the edge. "Chloe . . . I'm going to cum . . . I'm cumming, okay?" Chloe knew enough to about sex to know that 'cumming' was the part when the man's baby-making-stuff came out, and her eyes went wide. She did not want River to squirt his semen into her mouth. Was that unhealthy? Was it dangerous? Would she get sick? She tried to pull off but River's hands suddenly clamped down on the sides of her heard. She squealed a little louder than she should have as her legs floundered behind her in a swimming motion, her firm breasts rubbing against the floor. She briefly considered biting down when the first gush of warm, syrupy boy-milk filled her mouth, and although a couple little squirts followed there really wasn't that much. "K-k-Chloe . . . fuck . . . oh," River bit in tongue to stop from screaming in joy, his little muscles twitching with catharsis. He kept his hands latched on tight, keeping Chloe's mouth filled without enough room to spit out the shot-full of cum resting on her tongue. With no other recourse Chloe rolled the cum over her tongue, gathering it up into the back of her mouth, and with a little chug she swallowed all of it. River finally let her go and she came up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She wasn't as angry as she though she should be, considering she had just swallowed a small serving of baby-batter, but that actually wasn't the part that upset her. The cum had tasted . . . good. Salty, warm, wet. She just wished that it had been a little thicker and that there had been more of it. Chloe was disappointed to see that River's penis had actually gotten smaller, shriveling up to an underwhelming two inches. Chloe poked at it with her finger. "Is that it?" "Is what it?" Sabrina asked. Chloe gasped and covered her breasts as the folding doors to the closet flew open, blinding River with the light of Sabrina's room. He blinked and looked up to see his naked sister standing over them with the most wicked smile on her face, almost snarling. Her chin was dripping with spit from the blowjob she had been giving Marcus but there was no cum. Marcus was sitting on the bed stroking his completely erect mammoth-trunk of a cock. He hadn't climaxed yet. "What the fuck are you little losers doing?" Sabrina asked. "Were you spying on Marcus and me fucking? Holy shit, you were! You little freaks." Sabrina laughed. "Sabrina no . . . I . . . I mean," Chloe tried rolling into a ball. She grabbed for clothes to cover her nudity, but all she ended up doing was rubbing Sabrina's dirty underwear over her chest. "We weren't. It was an accident. I just came up here to . . . um . . . and River . . ." Sabrina sighed and leaned down, grabbing Chloe by the ear and twisting it slightly as she pulled the younger girl to her feet. Chloe whined but did not resist. Sabrina tugged and Chloe's naked chest slapped against hers, Chloe's firm but small breasts were easily beaten out by the cheer-captain's burgeoning c-cups. Chloe was wide-eyed as Sabrina cupped her and pulled her face up, their puffy lips nearly touching. "Chloe," Sabrina whispered with a sickeningly sweat voice. "You don't have to be embarrassed. If you're curious about sex . . . I'll teach you." Chloe's face turned such a bright shade of pink she could have led Santa's sleigh for Christmas. "Sabrina, I-" Sabrina leaned in and kissed her, moaning softly as if tasting something delicious. Chloe froze up at first, instantly popping up onto her tippy-toes, but then she slowly melted into Sabrina's arms. River watched as his sister's hands roamed over his girlfriend's body, eventually finding her bubble-buttocks and squeezing firmly. Sabrina's nails dug into the perfectly smooth flesh, casing Chloe to whine a little, but she did not break from the kiss. Eventually Sabrina pulled back, but a small strand of saliva still connected their moistened lips. Chloe's big blue eyes stared into Sabrina's narrow green ones as if they contained the entire world. "But you on the other hand," she turned down to River, who was still lying naked in her closet, his little penis dripping after-cum onto one of her bras. "Spying on your own sister? What kind of fucked up little sicko are you?" Sabrina asked the question with a snide smirk, perfectly aware of what a hypocritical bitch she was being. She loved teasing her little step-brother, always wearing little more than thongs and tiny tank-tops around the house, and she always made sure to scream her loudest when some stud was plowing her, just so he'd have something to jerk off to in his little boy-cave. "I wasn't spying!" River whined. "We were just-" Sabrina stomped her foot right onto River's balls, causing him to yelp in pain and roll up into a ball. Chloe was shaken from her horny spell and gasped, suddenly very shy again. "I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry," Chloe jittered, looking down at River rolling in pain on the floor. "We'll leave." Chloe darted for the door so quickly she didn't see the wall of ebony muscle blocking her escape. She ran right into Marcus' chest and bounced off like a rubber ball, falling to her butt. She looked up and gasped to see Marcus's one-eyed anaconda staring her right in the face, its cum-slit being three times as deep and long as River's was, the bulbous mushroom head a billion times larger than her boyfriend's tiny acorn. Marcus's cock had a personality, almost a mind of its own, and to Chloe it looked angry. "Hold on a second, little bitch," Marcus growled. "Sabrina might be freaky enough to enjoy being watch, 'cus she's a fucking slut, but I ain't no show for your amusement." "I'm . . . I'm sorry," Chloe whimpered, her legs shivering as if she were freezing, but it was a very warm spring day. "I'm really sorry that I-" SLAP! Marcus ran his thumb over the length of his erect cum-cannon, flicking it right down onto Chloe's face. Although his effort had been minimal, the heavy weight of his penis smacked Chloe in her cheek with the force of a baseball bat, and she was knocked all the way to the ground. Her blue eyes rolled in her skull like two giant marbles, dazed from the brutal cock-slap. "Hey!" River yelled, his voice breaking only slightly. "Leave her alone you ass-" THUD! River had been trying to crawl to his feet, rolling over onto his stomach fist, but Sabrina's foot caught him again and slammed down on his testicles, this time pinning him to the floor. Her expert toes curled around one of his little grapes, wedging it in tight so as she flexed her big toe it felt to River like his ball was going to pop. He simply stayed lying on the floor whimpering softly in pain, frothing slightly at the mouth. Sabrina's had came down and grabbed his messy brown hair, pulling him back so that his body arched upward uncomfortably. He thought about struggling but there was no point. Not only did she have one of his balls as hostage, Sabrina was infinitely stronger than him. Her slender, gazelle-like body masked what a powerful athlete she was, but when she flexed and her skin was wet an almost labyrinthine pattern of muscles would appear in her core. Her whole body was a solid swoop of muscle with a perky butt and two nice juicy tits. Sabrina hissed into her brother's ear. "Shut the fuck up and watch." She knew what was coming. Marcus plucked Chloe up like a baby and held her to his chest, her legs instinctively wrapping around his wide frame and her arms around her neck. Her upper lip was starting to swell from where his cock had slapped her, but her pain was forgotten as her pussy melted against the hot cast-iron surface of his abs. Marcus sat down on the bed and easily repositioned Chloe so that she was bending over his knee, her perky butt sticking straight up and her breasts resting against the bulging muscles of his leg. She blinked and looked around with a confused expression, unsure of what the dark giant was going to do with her, but certain that he could do anything he wanted. He handled her like she was just a newborn kitten, totally unable to defend herself. "What . . . what are you going to do?" River grunted, groaning in pain as Sabrina flexed her toes and squeezed his testicle. "This little bitch had been naughty," Marcus said. "Naughty girls need to be punished. He raised his hand in the air and held it there just long enough for Chloe to look back and see it. That moment lasted a eon, and it ended with a bang. SMACK! Marcus' heavy palm slapped across Chloe's bouncy bottom, causing it to jiggle slightly as the impact rocked her body over his knee. She inhaled deeply from the shock but was unable to scream before the next blows fell. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Marcus was not being playful. He was really spanking her, his open palm striking her hard enough to leave bright red handprints. If he had been striking any harder he would have broken through skin. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally Chloe found the lung space to scream. "Oh . . . ouch . . . owie . . . ouch! Ouch! OUCH! AAAA!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OUCH! Stop!" SMACK! SMACK! "Please, God, Stop!" SMACK! "Why should I stop?" Marcus asked. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" SMACK! "Yes!" Chloe cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yes! I'm sorry! I'm sorry-y-y-y-! I'll never peep again!" Something about what she said seemed to make Marcus angry. He rose up his hand for a big one, and brought it down directly across both cheeks, this time hitting her so hard she nearly bounced out of his lap. SMACK!! Chloe arched back and stared at the ceiling for a while, to stunned to breathe, but then she inhaled sharply and screamed. "FFFFFUUUUUCCKKK!!" That was the first time River had ever heard Chloe use a bad word. "Stupid bitch," Marcus said. "How fucking dumb are you? That's not the lesson you need to learn." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "What?" Chloe cried. "What is it? What lesson? What do you want me to say!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I want you to admit that you're a little slut," Marcus said. SMACK! SMACK! "I want you to admit that you are a horny, desperate, filthy, stupid, cocksucking slut who will do anything to get fucked." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I want you to admit that all you think about is cock, that all you dream about is cock, and that all you want to do with your life is get stuffed by as much cock as possible. Everyone is sick of your bullshit 'good girl' routine. Admit you're a slut." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I . . . . I . . . ," Chloe was nearly hysterical, wiggling frantically to get away. " . . . I'm not." "Stop lying bitch!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'm not!" Chloe screamed. "I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! I'm a virgin! A VIRGIN!" Marcus hand stopped midair. He held it aloft like the hammer of an angry god, and then slowly lowered it until he was gently cupping the stinging globes of the young girl's ass. "Bullshit," Marcus whispered. "There ain't no virgins at our school. Fuck. There ain't no cherry that makes it past the seventh grade in this town. Right Sabrina? When did you get popped?" "A lot younger than I care to admit," she answered, although the smug tone in her voice said that she was plenty proud of her experience. Marcus nodded. "Even stuck-up little cunts like you play around with your faggot boyfriends. What were you doing with him in the closet right now?" Chloe was choking back her own spit as she cried. "I . . . we . . . I wanted to watch you two having sex," she finally admitted. "River and I . . . we've never more than kissed. I . . . put his . . . his thing in my mouth . . . but . . . I'm sorry." Marcus plucked Chloe off his knee and repositioned her, leaning her little body against his broad chest, spreading her legs wide open with her hands. Her vagina was swollen and red, having been struck a couple times from Marcus's spanking. Chloe was literally leaking; a clear trickle of sexual fluid dripping down her inner-thigh and onto Marcus's turgid penis. Marcus whispered into Chloe's ear "If you're lying to me you're going to regret it." He then turned to Sabrina. "Check this bitch out." Sabrina flexed her foot hard, squeezing River's ball to within an inch of popping, and then she stepped off, pushing him aside, certain that he was too demoralized to be a threat. She kneeled in front of Marcus's spread legs and lowered her face to Chloe's wet virgin pie. Sabrina giggled and winked up at Chloe. "Try not to squirm too much, okay sweetie?" Sabrina then leaned in and stuck out her tongue, slithering it right into the tight, swollen folds of Chloe's little vagina. "Sabrina, wait I . . . OH GOD!" Chloe yelled, starting to squirm energetically despite Sabrina telling her not to. Marcus held her fast though, his huge mitts nearly encircling her entire waist, holding her in place as Sabrina used her tongue to explore Chloe's pink, fluffy depths. Sabrina moaned in satisfaction, twisting her head back and forth so that the rough surface of her tongue glided over Chloe's erect clit, and her strong mouth was able to sucker down onto the little girl's entire mound, orally massaging it with subtle but devastating effect. Chloe's big blue eyes rolled so far back they went almost completly white, and she came to within an inch of an explosive orgasm. "Bitch," Marcus growled. "Stop wasting time and tell me if this bitch is a virgin or not!" Sabrina slurped off of Chloe's cunt with a loud smacking of her lips, running her tongue over as much of her soaked chin as she could. "Oh yeah, the cherry is ripe. Chloe's gotta have the tightest pussy I've ever felt. My tongue could barely fit. And she's tasty too. Almost like raspberries-and-cream." The smile on Marcus's face was that of a fox who just found his way into the hen house. He grabbed Chloe's face by her cheeks and squeezed them so that her lips puckered, and he turned her face up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "I think we just found a way for you to apologize," he said to her. Chloe made a wet little mumble that sounded like "How?" "You're going to give me your cherry." ##### River had never felt so weak and helpless (and yet horrifyingly aroused) as he did right now. He was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back with one of his sister's panties binding his wrists, forced to watch as his adorable girlfriend, who was also on her knees, attempted and failed to suck the most massive cock either of them had ever seen. The Reckoning of River Rollins Marcus was standing in the middle of the room, his ten inch cock of fat, dark meat positioned erect from his shredded waist parallel to the ground. With one hand he held the back of Chloe's round little head, and he gently coaxed her back and forth along the length of his shaft, her small, puckered mouth barely making it passed his wide, flanged head. Chloe was doing the best she could though, holding his member with both hands as her mouth bobbed back and forth over the expansive surface of his cockhead, polishing it with her clumsy little tongue, running its tip along the deep crevice that split his helmet down the middle. She made cute little throaty sounds like 'mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,' every time she pushed forward, genuinely loving the thick, salty taste that was inebriating her. They had already moved past the point of surrender. Chloe was now actually trying to suck his cock as well as Sabrina had. "This is going nowhere," Marcus grumbled. "I can't believe what a pathetic cocksucker you are." Chloe popped off with a little spray of spit. "I'm trying!" she cried, her big blue eyes sparkling. "I'm really trying it's just . . . it's SO BIG!" Sabrina snickered. "Don't feel too bad, honey-cakes. It took me a while to get use to that much meat myself. Marcus is thicker and harder than any boy you'll ever meet . . . with the exception of my step-daddy, who I still cannot believe this little fag is related to." She tapped her foot against the back of River's head. "Black boys are usually bigger, sure, by daddy's got a dick as big as my forearm and he keeps my mommy very, very happy . . . when he's not away on business trips and fucking the daylights out of little Asian girls." Sabrina was sitting in her computer chair, naked and armed with a small vibrater that she kept close to her crotch. She was only a foot away from River, keeping an eye on him as they watched Chloe getting Marcus's cock nice and wet for her christening . . . or at least she was trying to. "Hey," Sabrina said. "I could help you with-" "No!" Chloe yelled, hugging the thick shaft as it were a very stiff puppy she didn't want to share. "I don't need your help. To emphasize her dedication, Chloe quickly plopped her puffy lips back onto the jawbreaker head of Marcus's penis and began to suck it like a piece of candy. Marcus was getting bored of her feeble attempts to blow him though. He flexed the muscles in his stomach slightly, and his cock sprang up, popping out of Chloe's mouth so quickly that she lost balance and fell onto her butt. "Fucking amateur," Marcus grumbled. "I'll teach you how to suck this much dick later. For now, Sabrina, get my cock nice and wet. This shawty is going to need all the lube she can get." Chloe's eyes exploded as the full meaning of Marcus's intentions finally found its way to the center of her naive little mind. In shocked disbelief she looked over the incredibly length and girth of his penis once again, and then looked down at the tight little folds of her virgin kitten. Even in her dazed state it was obvious that having sex with Marcus wasn't physically possible. There simply was no way to fit that much cock into such a little girl. River realized this too. "Fucking asshole! You can't do this! You rapist son of a-" PLOP! River was silence as a hard shaft of wet rubber was shoved into his mouth, the bulbous end of which became lodged in his throat. His sister was standing over him, looking down over her pointy breasts with a pissed-off look. She had just pulled her vibrator out of her own pussy and shoved it down her step-brother's gullet. "Yeah, I thought that would shut you up, little bitch." She then pulled another pair of her panties up off the floor, a lacy yellow thong. She quickly wound it around her brother's head, tangling part of it around the base of the dildo, keeping it deep and secure so that no matter how much her tried to push it out with his tongue it would only slip back in, maybe even deeper than before. She had obviously done this before. Sabrina leaned over her drawer and withdrew a big clear container of jell, and tossed it right into Chloe's face. "Here bitch. You're still going to need that. Probably all of it." Chloe lifted the heavy bottle up to her face and read the label. 'Extra Slick Sexual Lubricant.' By the time the stunned little girl looked up from the tube she saw that Sabrina was gagging herself on the Marcus's titanic slab again, but this time popping off occasionally to spit out a large wad of saliva and pre-cum over the shaft, slicking up the brutal battering-ram with both of her hands. They was it glistened with spit, the way it pulsed with Marcus's heartbeat, the way its giant mushroom head exploding from the taught foreskin . . . Chloe felt like she was in the presence of a god. "Get your butthole lubed up to," Marcus said to her, quite casually. "Once I get started there won't be any stopping me." Some small part of Chloe's sanity just snapped, and she unconsciously popped off the top of the cold bottle and quickly started squeezing out ever thick glob of gel right onto her hot little pocket. The temperature difference was so radical it made her quiver, the cold gel instantly becoming runny the moment it came into contact with her sizzling labia. She started to awkwardly finger herself, trying to work as much of the lube as she could into every tight little nook and cranny, taking special care to push most of it into the smooth cleavage of her add, even tapping at the rim of her anus with her fingertip. "Oh, baby, you are going to need to get it a lot deeper than that," Sabrina said with a slutty baby-voice. She gave Marcus's cock one last kiss before grabbing Chloe by the waist, pulling her up, and tossing her across the bed. Chloe landed on her face and chest, her big heart-shaped ass wiggling in the air. Sabrina giggled and she grabbed Chloe's cheeks and pried them apart, revealing the perfectly clean and tight little circle of her anus. The blonde cheerleader than squeezed the tube of lubricant with enough force to shatter an ox's testicles, splattering all of the gel right onto Chloe's chocolate cherry. Being a little rough, she worked the lube into the little virgin's tight asshole, penetrating Chloe for the first time with her fingertips. Sabrina then pulled her fingers free and stuck them in her mouth, sucking deeply and moaning softly. Sabrina ran her tongue up from the sweltering mess of Chloe's vagina and up through the tight crack of her ass, causing the tickling little girl to kick and wail. "Wow," Sabrina said. "You're so sweet even your ass tastes like strawberries." Sniggering evilly she pressed the tip of her tongue against the tight rim of Chloe's little whole, and she pushed in. Four inches of thick, wet , rough tongue slowly slipped inside Chloe. "Ho . . . ho . . . Holy Shit!" Chloe cried, somewhere between laughing and screaming. She was being tickled and fucked at the same time. "Enough of this bullshit," Marcus growled. He grabbed Sabrina by her pretty blonde hair and practically whipped her whole body across the room, where her naked form slammed into a bookcase and a mountain of DVDs fell over her. "Time to break this bitch." he pressed the gargantuan head of his cock against Chloe's puffy pink pussy and pressed forward. The flesh would only ply so much though, and even after grabbing her hips and pulling her back he had barely gotten her vaginal lips around the first third of his cockhead. "Marcus, pu-pu-please," Chloe whimpered, shivering with painful arousal. "Please . . . be gentle." Marcus squeezed her ass-cheeks so hard they looked like two pink balloons about to pop. "FUCK YOU BITCH!" He slammed forward with the same force he used to tackle a three-hundred pound lineman in football, meanwhile pulling back with the same power he used to rip a tree-stump out of the ground. His cock didn't slide it, it RIPPED in, and the sound of Chloe's vaginal muscles stretching to accommodate him was like the sound of tight leather stretching against flexed muscle. Every sculpted muscle of his goliath body pulsated with effort as he slowly guided centimeter after devastating centimeter downward, a journey that took several seconds for every inch. Chloe opened her mouth wide and let a long, exasperated, wavering scream as all the air, tension, and innocence was plunged from her body, and it ended when she felt the hot, solid weight of his testicles press against her quivering little clit. A few drops of pink blood was all the remained of her cherry. She looked back, lips puckered in a puffy smile and her eyes with lust. It took her a few moments to remember the words she wanted to say, but when she found them she screamed them. "Mar . . . Marcus . . . . . . . . FUCK ME!!" Marcus did, his powerful hips and ass beating like a war machine as he pumped his woman-destroying piston in and out of Chloe's body, impaling her the full length up to her belly-button, the obscene bulge of his cock visible the whole while. He wasn't going slow with this one, he wasn't teasing and training her like he did with most of his little white girls. He had no attachment to Chloe, no commitment, no investment. She was going to be a one-and-done kind of pussy, the kind you threw in the trash afterwards because there was simply no one for it afterward. "So fucking hot," Sabrina gasped in awe, even as she patted the bruises on the back of her head. This hadn't been the first time Marcus had hurt her carelessly. It was hard for him not to, being so . . . powerful. She didn't blame him though, in fact she blamed herself, because she was the one who liked the abuse. She grabbed her tingling pussy and began to finger it as she watched Marcus stuff Chloe like a thanksgiving turkey, eagerly hoping she'd get another turn once Marcus was down ripping the little girl apart. She looked over at River and saw him still kneeling on the floor, eyes wide with shock and mouth stuffed with dildo. His cock was totally erect, standing higher and harder than she had even seen it, which meant that it still barely approached five inches, but for River that was pretty huge. Shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes, Sabrina decided to give River his birthday present early this year. "Lean back bro," Sabrina said. "You're about to get the pity-fuck of a lifetime." She stood over him and kicked him in the head, knocking him to his back. She squatted over his waist and lowered her wet pussy to the tip of his iron-hard dick, which she had to admit felt pretty good jabbing against her clit. She just wished it was a little thicker maybe, because she was having trouble aiming it at the spot she liked. She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them, blowing him a kiss as she massaged her nipples for him to watch. Then she placed her hands on his flat chest and let herself fall down, all four-and-one-half inches of his slender penis slipping in without any resistance at all. Sabrina was disappointed to say the least. She was sitting right on top of him to the point his ballsack was almost inside her and she still barely felt anything at all. "Ah . . . c'mon," she groaned, rocking back and forth, feeling the hard top of his shaft briefly coming into contact with her erogenous zones but barely making a dent. She started to buck harder, enjoying the way her little step-brother was gagging on her dildo, but other than that mild sadistic joy she really wasn't getting off at all. She bucked harder, bouncing both of their bodies on the floor with enough force to hurt him, but barely enough for her to even qualify this as foreplay. She could fuck herself harder than this with nothing but her fingers. She got fucked harder than this riding the school bus. This was slamming her hips on top of him with such force that he started to cry, and she still felt like he hadn't even entered her yet. "Little faggot. Little bitch. C'mong. Fuck me. Can't you fuck me? Fuck Me!" She clamped down on his flat chest and pinched his nipples, which were soft and pink like a prepubescent girl's. He started to make gurgling sounds as bubbles of spit erupted from around the base of the rubber penis in his mouth, and his eyes rolled up. Although his mouth was gagged it was obvious he was smiling. "Did you . . . did you just cum?" Sabrina asked. She stood up and saw that his tiny dick had shriveled back up into a two inch slug. Small, watery drops of skim-milk were dripping from her pussy. He had cum inside her. "You . . . you pathetic little bastard!" She grabbed him by the hair and leaned him up, forcing his post-orgasm sleepy face to look directly at what was happening on the bed. Marcus had mounted the mattress fully, holding onto the back railing with one hand and Chloe's slender waist with the other, he was slamming his hips back and forth with a mechanical cruelty, more than seven incher of hard, dripping cock slipping free with every gyration, only to slam back to the hilt, testicles slapping up into vaginal meat. Chloe was wild-eyed and screaming, her tongue wagging out like a dog on a hot day. River had never seen her so happy before, even though she was crying and clawing a pillow apart. She kept her head swiveled back, her big blue eyes wide open with sexual enlightenment and complete devotion to her new god. Marcus was fucking her doggy-style so hard that she was being pushed across the bed until her head hit the banister, but she never screamed 'stop' or 'slow down.' In fact, the look in her insane eyes were screaming 'FUCK ME HARDER.' After a long while River realized that she was actually thrusting back. "Fucking BITCH!" Marcus yelled, suddenly pulling out and flipping Chloe onto her back. He aimed his bugling cum-cannon right at Chloe's face and she instantly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, driven by pure instinct to taste his superior seed. He held is weapon with one hand and stroked it powerfully enough to snap most penises in two, his apple-sized testicles bouncing in their leather purse. He came, his first blast missing Chloe entirely and knocking a framed picture of Sabrina's mother off of the night stand. The second blast hit Chloe in the eye hard enough that she was likely going to have an awkward bruise to explain. The third blast hit her chest, and sent a splash of thick semen all over her body. The forth finally hit its mark, hitting her across the mouth and cheek, filling her tongue with hot, chewy semen. Chloe moaned eagerly as she lapped up the cum and used her fingers to get as much of it into her mouth as she could. It was so thick she did not to chew it before she could swallow, and she planned and swallowing every last drop. As the last of his orgasm oozed over her body, Chloe sucked her fingers cleaned and shyly smiled up and her new obsession. Sabrina grabbed his chin and forced him to look up into her beautiful, cruelly angelic face. "See that? That's how you fuck a bitch!" River watched as Sabrina raised her bare foot up so high it came above his head, and he admired the elegant, soft curves of her perfect toes and heel. In slow motion it came back down, aimed right for his little balls. The sound of his right testicle bursting was the last thing he remembered before losing consciousness, although he had many long dreams filled with the sound of Chloe getting her brains fucked out. ##### It was several months before the Rollins family doctor gave River the okay to masturbate again, a piece of medical advice made all the more awkward by the fact that his doctor happened to be a gorgeous Chinese woman who had been fucking his father since they went to college together. River had once accidentally found a sex-tape of his father Fucking Doctor Lin while she wore nothing but a slutty nurse's outfit. Mrs. Carmen Rollins knew of course, in fact she had been the one filming the sex-tape. "Have fun, little guy," Doctor Lin whispered into his ear as she took the cast off of his scrotum. "But go easy on this little guy, okay." Doctor Lin gave his dick a little pinch as she giggled. Despite that humiliation River did began a marathon of masturbation that was now taking up the greater part of a three day weekend. He hadn't gone so long without jerking off since . . . well . . . forever . . . and he was so full of spunk that it was came out of his nose when he sneezed. By Sunday he had already gone through two boxes of Kleenex and every single Hentai video there was to be found on the internet, and still his stubborn little boner wouldn't go away. Shamefully, River turned to an even darker form of pornography. Ever since the day when Sabrina popped his ball, Chloe had become another of Marcus's regular girls, easily pushing out Mindy Dakota from her Monday slot, and ever since Chloe had been sending River the most explicit, humiliating, and cock-rocking arousing emails. The first was her break up letter, but it was oddly punctuated and filled with misspellings. He later learned that while she had drafted it Marcus had been fucking her from behind. Later he started getting emails from Marcus and Sabrina as well, one showing Chloe passed out at a party, her panties pulled down and her pussy leaking with even more cum than Marcus was capable of producing. There was another labeled 'new swimsuit' which showed Marcus and Chloe at the beach together. The first pic showed Chloe in a rather scandalous yellow one-piece that rode up extremely high on her curvy little body, but was still a one-piece. Then River saw the next pic, and knew that the yellow swimsuit's back was little more than a piece of floss. Soon River's hard-drive started to swell with all the videos, pics, and correspondences he could get that drifted between Marcus and his very sexual social network, and the poor little pervert wanked himself silly to every bit of documentation showing Chloe's steep decline into becoming a complete slut. The most recent pic he found was sent to him by Sabrina, who had gotten it forwarded to her from Marcus himself. The email was labeled 'new braces.' River had heard about this. Chloe had just gotten a set of braces, sparkling rows of sapphires and silver wire that made her smile so much cuter, except that pic he saw of her smiling face was caked in sperm, the thick white syup oozing from between her teeth and down her chin. Marcus's semi-hard cock was slapped against the top of her head like a sleeping anaconda. As river fapped to this image he heard the door to his room opening. "River," his step-mother, Carmen Rollins, called in. "We need to talk." "Go away," he groaned. "I'm busy." She came in anyway. He could hear her high-heeled shoes digging into the carpet. "Sweetie, we really should talk. It's a beautiful day outside and you've been in here . . . abusing yourself . . . all day . . . for three days. It's starting to get a little pathetic." River didn't stop jerking off. He turned on a small video taken at school that showed Marcus sitting in the back of Mrs. Cummings math class. Chloe had snuck under his desk and her head could be seen bobbing up and down in his lap. Everyone in the class knew what was happening and their snickering voices could be heard in the video. "Fuck you," River said. "Like you don't spend every waking moment of your life fucking yourself." "I'm a sexual therapist River. Sex is my job." River snorted. "You mean you're a fucking whore." "What . . . what did you call me?" River felt his dick get hard at the hurt in her voice. He couldn't believe she took such offence to being called a whore. That's what she was. That's what she did. She fucked people for money, she just had a college degree to go with her massive strap-on dildos. "You . . . are . . . a . . . WHORE!" River yelled, tossing some used Kleenex over his head.