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Timmy Stiles Ch. 01

By: Franco Pauli



Timmy Stiles shook Sev Thompson’s hand firmly as he thanked him for the ride. For nearly seven hours the two had talked and gotten to know each other. In fact, Timmy felt like he was saying goodbye to an old friend rather than to a man he had just met. 

Timmy had be standing at the side of the highway for nearly an hour before he had gotten lucky. He had guessed that it was probably because of 9/11 that people weren’t stopping like they had been. But obviously, the long hauler wasn’t too concerned and pulled the big rig over, waving to Timmy to hop on into the large Whitworth cab. Sev mostly listened as Timmy talked excitedly about finishing up with college and heading back home to marry his childhood sweetheart. The way he talked about Chrissy made it quite obvious that the boy worshipped the ground she walked on. He had known Chrissy since grade school but really hadn’t started to date seriously until they were in high school. It had been awfully hard for Timmy to head off to college and leave her behind, but the chances for someone from their town to attend college were slim and it was more than anyone could have dreamed of when Timmy opened that letter offering him a full academic scholarship to The University. She had promised to wait for him and that was all he needed. It had been a long four years of short visits home and summer vacations, but finally it was over.

They had stopped for some dinner and Sev was kind enough to buy Timmy’s meal. As they ate, Timmy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He grinned from ear to ear as he showed Sev the small diamond ring he had just purchased. He had saved for months and had just gotten enough to make the final payment. He was going to ask Chrissy that night. In fact, she didn’t even know that he was coming home. None of his courses had any final exams, and he had nearly two weeks before graduation. It was a surprise. Not even his parents knew he was in town. 

“Well good luck, Timmy. Send me an invitation to the wedding,” he said with a warm smile. Timmy smiled back, thanked Sev and slid from the cab. Sev tossed him his back pack and closed the door. Timmy watched the truck pull away before turning down the small winding road towards Chrissy’s house. He couldn’t stop smiling. 

Timmy left the road about half way down and cut across a field toward the back of the house. It was a lot shorter than following the road and it would put him at the back porch and the kitchen door. As he walked through the quietness of the balmy spring night, he noticed the moon disappear behind some clouds and a cool breeze come out of nowhere. It started looking like rain and from the feel of the grass under his feet, it appeared to be sorely needed. He hoped he would make it to Chrissy’s house before the rain came and picked up his pace a little. Finally, the house came into view.

The place was completely dark and he wondered if Chrissy had decided to join her parents on their vacation His excitement began to turn to disappointment as he got closer, but suddenly, he saw windows brightening and he decided he had better go to the front of the house since the kitchen had remained dark. As he walked around the side of the house, he passed by Chrissy’s window. The shades were pulled back and the window was partially open. The inside was dark but suddenly the door opened and the room was washed by the light from the hall. He heard Chrissy’s wonderful laugh as she burst into the room her hand quickly turning on the overhead light. Timmy’s breath caught in his throat as he stared from the darkness into the room. 

Behind her stood a tall and ruggedly handsome man, a stranger that Timmy had never seen before. His huge powerful body filled the doorway as his thickly muscled arms circled her waist and pulled her back against his chest. Her arms reached back over her shoulders and pulled his head into her neck instantly dismissing any notion that he was her attacker. As he nuzzled her neck, she ground her lush ass back against his loins, churning them slowly against the growing bulge in his pants. Timmy barely recognized his sweet Chrissy, her innocence had been replaced by a whorish beauty he thought could not exist. A knot began to form in his stomach as he watched his life begin to unravel.

Her ripe body rippled beneath a thin white dress that clung to every inch of her body like a second skin, revealing more than it concealed. The dark, wide circles of her nipples were plainly visible...the swollen tips clearly outlined by the fragile fabric. Her billowy flesh flowed over the low cut neckline, her huge mounds of soft, quivering flesh swaying and trembling with every move she made. His hands moved over her body, kneading and squeezing her pliant flesh in a casual manner that made it clear he was familiar with her body. He reached down and slowly drew the hem of her dress up to her waist exposing her smooth, cleanly shaved labia and the small patch of hair above her clit. Timmy could see her juices already seeping from between the puffy lips, dripping down the inside of her thighs like a bitch in heat. She gasped and leaned back into him as he roughly pushed three thick, black fingers up into her dripping fuck hole.

The knot grew in Timmy’s stomach as the scene unfolded. His emotions slashed at his body, switching between hurt, anger and disgust, like a pinball bouncing wildly before falling into the dark hole at the bottom. As he watched this animal’s hands move over the same body he had believed was being saved for when they would become man and wife…when it was right…he couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he stood there in the darkness. All that he had known to be his future was gone. But he could not turn away…he stood frozen…unable to move…as the sweetness he had known turned sour, as love turned to hatred. 

“God damn, you are hot, Bitch,” he growled into her ear, lewdly pumping his fingers in and out of her dripping slit. “My whore need’s Tony’s cock bad.” She whimpered out a yes as she arched her hips forward, trying to drive his fingers deeper into her pussy. He pumped his fingers faster and faster, filling the room with the wet, squishy sounds of sex. Suddenly she screamed and her hips began to buck wildly against his hand. 

“PL…E…ASE,” she begged, her voice desperate with need. “God…Nowwwwwwwwwwww.” He laughed and pumped his fingers wildly inside her body. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to milk every bit of pleasure from her orgasm, grinding her cunt against his hand. Tears of pleasure began to flow down her cheeks as she begged vainly for him to never stop. But he pulled his fingers from her cunt and turned her around to face him, his eyes fixed themselves on her own. His hand moved behind her head and grabbed her hair, snapping her head back. 

“Now, you fucking whore…Tell Tony what you want.” He grinned lewdly at her, knowing she would resist…fight him till she got what she really wanted. 

“Fuck you,” she whispered in a trembling voice. Without hesitating a second, his huge hand struck her face, leaving her shocked and surprised. She rubbed her face and glared back at him. “Fuck you,” she whispered again, her voice soft, almost inaudible.

“What did you say?” he growled, smacking her again, though not as hard. 

The tone of her voice suddenly changed, bolder perhaps but definitely taunting. “Oh…Master. Please forgive your slut. I am so sorry.” A wicked smile crept over her face and she reached back and grabbed his hand, trying to pull it from her hair. But her expression quickly changed as the force of the third slap threw her back the wall, a dark, red mark lingering on her face. Her breath quickened and her eyes filled with a curious mixture of fear and desire. Her tits heaved with her deep breathing and her naked loins subtly moved toward him. 

“Now get the fuck over there,” he snapped, his head nodding in the direction of the bed. “You are fucking with the wrong guy tonight, Bitch.” Chrissy bit her lip as if to keep her mouth shut and began backing up until she felt the backs of her legs at the edge of the frame. He nodded again and Chrissy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes focused on him, watching his every move. Tony calmly pulled his tank top up and over his head, tossing it on the floor. Stepping out of his sandals, he moved his hand to the waist band of his jeans and popped the buttons open. He pushed them down slowly, until he stood there wearing only a tight thong that gathered up his cock and balls into a vulgar bulge that pushed out shamelessly in front of his loins. His dark ebony skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his magnificent body glisten, the single light defining his muscular form like a piece of art. He moved slowly and deliberately until he stood directly in front of her. He pulled her head back and looked down at her coldly, ”Now.” 

Chrissy moved her eyes downward and gazed at the obscene bulge. Her tongue licking her lips slowly as she moved her mouth closer. Her hands reached behind him and rested on the backs of his thighs then slid upward, her palms pressed against his buttocks, her finger-tips aligned along the crack of his ass. The tip of her tongue pushed out and traced along the massive form of his cock. It remained hidden under the cloth, like a giant snake, rippling its body as her tongue moved along its length. Her tongue left a wet trail along its path, forcing the thin silk to cling to his cock, defining it, forecasting its thickly veined surface and its immense girth. She pushed her face into the growing bulge , her nose nuzzling his balls, her tongue flicking out and caressing their round shape through the material. She pulled her head back and looked up at him. 

Chrissy smiled up at him and slowly moved her tiny hands to the waistband of his thong. As she pulled the elastic down, the swollen head peered over the top of the band. Then more and more of the snake-like coil of flesh began to unfurl as she pulled the band down further, quickly growing straight and hard, swelling to an incredible length, its thickness nearly the width of her wrist. Nothing could conceal the desire in her eyes as Chrissy stared at the mammoth shaft of meat that poked wickedly at her pouty lips. She grasped the thick shaft near the top and pushed the hood of foreskin down to gather around the crown, the plum colored head gleamed obscenely, drawing her mouth to it like a moth to a flame. She leaned forward and let her wet tongue circle the ridge of gathered skin as if gauging the size of the monstrous cock that would soon be ripping her fuck holes in half. 

She pushed the tip of her tongue into his tiny piss-slit. Tony gasped as she probed the sensitive hole again and again then swirled her tongue around the tip, leaving it dripping with her spit. Her mouth seemed to worship the obscenely large shaft of pulsing flesh. Her tongue moved over it lovingly, caressed it from the twitching tip to the hair at the base. Finally, her pouty lips spread wide and closed over the head of his cock. Her mouth moved down the shaft taking as much of it into her wet mouth as she could before dragging her teeth upward over the gnarled surface.. 

“Fuck, you are good,” he moaned as he took her head in his hands and arched his hips towards her face. Her head began to bob slowly as she reached around him and returned her hands to his cheeks. Tony grinned down at her wickedly as she pushed a finger against his anus and began to ease the slender probe into his asshole. “My little fucking freak…You love it, don’t you?” he taunted. He spread his legs slightly and Chrissy pushed her finger in further, twisting it and pumping it deep inside his bowels. He groaned slightly, his body tensing under her ministrations. She pulled her mouth free of his cock and looked up at him, sliding her finger from his ass and bringing it mouth. She licked her lips and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the pungent scent of his ass. Her tongue flicked out slowly licked away the brown streaks from her finger, pausing after each lick as if to savor its taste and the gritty feel of it against her tongue. 

“And you love it too, you cocksucker, but you aren’t getting it tonight, you bastard” she stated boldly, quickly leaning back and scrambling towards the head of the bed. “Who did you fuck today?…I could taste her pussy on your dirty cock. Was it that black, fat-assed bitch you are married to?” The anger spread across his face like an brush fire, his body tense, his hands clenched by his sides. Then he exploded. 

“You fucking cunt.” He reached up grabbed her ankles and dragged her back towards him. She was like a rag doll in his powerful grip, at his mercy, to be used however he saw fit. But she refused to stop, kicking and clawing at his powerful body. Her head snapped to the left as his thick hand landed on her cheek. The back of his hand snapped it back to the right, this time splitting her lip slightly. She could taste the blood as she looked up at him, her chest heaving, her legs spread wantonly. “I fuck whom, where, and when I want, you bitch.” 

“Not this bitch,” she growled at him. She spit at him and tried to kick him, but he grabbed her leg and flipped her over like he was turning up a card. She lay there on her stomach, struggling and twisting, frantically trying to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees. In one fluid motion he spread her cheeks, guided the tip of his cock against her anus and plunged his mammoth cock into her ass.

Chrissy let out an agonizing scream as the huge shaft plowed into her bowels, her hands frantically clutching at the sheets, her face contorted in pain. 

“Oh my God,” she screamed as he ground his cock into her tight hole. “You are ripping me apart…Fuck…Fuck…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” His hips began to move back slowly then slammed back into her. She grunted through her clenched teeth and pushed her face into the mattress. Tears of pain streamed down her face as the giant cock ripped into her again and again. “You fucking bastard,” she screamed…”You cock sucking, mother-fucker.” But her mingled stream of words and screams fell on deaf ears as his thick gleaming shaft slid in and out of her body relentlessly. 

Even with all he had seen and heard, some remaining shred of his love stirred within Timmy. He heard the words in his head, starting as a whisper, but slowly growing like the thunderous clap of a huge bell. “Stop him…stop him,” the words pealed loudly in his mind. The mire of shame that held his feet rooted to the ground began to weaken. But as that tiny thread of feeling began to re-awaken what was nearly dead, it snapped in two as quickly as it was reborn. 

Her hips rolled subtly at first, almost imperceptibly as Tony pounded against her body. The shrill shrieks slowly turned to a soft moan…as the shameless whore began to move her body in synch with her abuser. “Oh yessssssssssssssss,” she groaned as his powerful hand slapped her ass. Again and again he spanked her, leaving her flesh glowing with fiery red marks. Her hips drove back into him wantonly as she rolled her ass in a smooth circular motion. The sweat poured from their bodies as they rutted like animals in their heat Glistening beads dripped off his face onto her back as the poetry of their mating became dance. His body bent over her, his powerful chest pressing wetness into wetness. He pushed her damp hair away from the side of her neck and clamped his mouth over the graceful nape like a huge mountain cat. “Oh fuckkkkkkk…yessssssssssssssssssssss,” she screamed as his teeth sank into the tender flesh. “Fuck your God damned whore.” And as the words faded into silence, the trigger was pulled. It was time.

“Now bitch…Nowwwwwwww,” he growled as he pulled up and leaned back, his hands resting on his ankles. The base of power shifted as master became slave and slave became master. For that brief moment, he became hers. Her body rippled in a constant, fluid motion as her tight muscles clamped around his cock and took his swollen flesh prisoner within the depths of her bowels. The magic began The huge shaft pulsed within her hungry ass, sending the first stream of his seed into her body. The knowing, the ultimate victory, triggered her own release. As wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her body, he pumped her ass full of his hot, sticky essence. Time stopped as they touched eternity…starting again only after their sated bodies collapsed onto the bed. 

Tony rolled over and lay on his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his cock still erect and pushing up from the hair at his loins. Chrissy turned and lay her head on his stomach, her fingers reaching out and pushing through the kinky hair above his cock. She smiled and moved her face closer until her lips pressed against the sticky black shaft. With cat-like licks, she cleaned him. 

Timmy felt nauseous as he watched. What more could she do to humiliate herself…To shame everything he believed she was? He felt clammy, sick to his stomach. She WAS a filthy whore…he screamed silently. Suddenly, something moved in the room…His eyes were drawn to the doorway. Her brother, Bobby, stood there. Timmy didn’t know how long he had been there, or what he had seen…God only knew what was about to happen. Timmy had witnessed her older brother’s temper before and he reluctantly vowed to keep him from spending the rest of his life in jail…She wasn’t worth it. Chrissy seemed to sense someone in the room and quickly glanced up…and smiled. 

Tony lifted his head. “It’s about time, fucker…Get your ass over here.”

Bobby needed little encouragement and by the time he was at the bed, his clothes were gone, his cock hard.

It wasn’t the monster that Tony possessed…not quite as long or quite as thick…but ample. Chrissy slid away from Tony and pulled her handsome brother down between them. She pressed her body against his and hungrily kissed his mouth. “Hungry, baby?” she whispered. 

Timmy didn’t wait to see Chrissy straddle her brother’s face as she leaned forward to suck his swollen cock into her mouth. Timmy didn’t wait to see Bobby push his face into her messy ass and suck Tony’s cum from the gaping hole. Timmy didn’t wait to see her tongue snake down between his cheeks as she licked Tony’s cock as it slid into Bobby’s ass. Timmy didn’t wait……..

As Timmy walked into the darkness, the rain started. It cooled the burning he felt. It washed away his tears. At the window, the rain began to wash away the vomit that puddled in the grass. At the window, the rain slowly soaked the little box he had set on the window sill…

Timmy Stiles Ch. 02



Timmy didn't know why he had stopped at this particular place to rest, but he was glad that he had. It was comfortable. It reminded him of Maggie's at home, the one and only bar in his hometown. Over the summer, he had become quite a fixture there, to the point that a few of the other regulars had nicknamed him Norm. It had been a long summer of countless hangovers and sleepless nights, but he managed to get his mind refocused on school, medical school on top of it all, courtesy of the Commonwealth of Virginia. No one had really pushed for an explanation of why Chrissy was no longer part of his life, but they realized something had drastically altered the way Timmy felt about her. 

In a small town, people talk. Bits and pieces, mostly rumors, cropped up and were silently tucked away into private mental files. His dad seemed to be the most accepting of the situation. Timmy suspected that he knew more about why they had broken up than he let on... which was true... although unknown to Timmy. But, for some strange reason, he always found some excuse to let Timmy know that he had made the right decision. "It was time to move on," he would say again and again and it finally began to sink into Timmy. He had moved on... at least part of the way. But right now, Timmy only had two weeks to get ready for school and find a place to live. He realized that the pickings would be slim by this time, but he would find something. 

Ronnie Jenkens slowly walked up and down the length of the bar, casually chatting with the customers, keeping their glasses full and listening to their troubles and announcements with the practiced concern of an experienced bartender. She paused in front of Timmy, smiled warmly at the handsome boy and casually struck up a conversation. "By the way, the name's Ronnie... and yes I do own the place." She grinned a bit and offered him her hand. He took it firmly, shook it quickly and released it almost immediately. 

"The name is Timmy," he replied. Timmy was caught off guard by her acknowledgement that She was the Ronnie as in Ronnie's, which was carefully detailed in neon on the side of the building. . He squirmed around on his seat a bit, slightly embarrassed that he had presumed she was one of the help, unable to fathom the thought that the large, black woman could have possible been the owner. He blushed slightly as she stared at him... plainly reading his mind. 

"Just don't tell anyone," she whispered teasingly, "Or none of these white boys will come back." She laughed warmly and asked him what he was drinking. When he finally found the words to order a beer, she looked at him with slightly anguished look. "Hon, I gotta ask," she stated. Timmy knew exactly what she meant and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fished through the collection of credit and bankcards and finally retrieved his license. "Well I'll be damned," she teased. "I had you pegged for about sixteen." She reached under the bar for the longneck he had ordered, testing the bottles to find the coldest. "Ahhhhhhh," she murmured, a nice cold one for my new friend." She popped the bottle open and placed it on a coaster. "Need a glass?"

"This will do fine, ma'am," he replied. She waited for him to take a long sip of his beer before interrupting his refreshing respite. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed the cold beer, noticing his eyes redden and tear slightly as the icy liquid did its job on its way to his stomach. There was something country about him... something that reminded her of home in North Carolina... something that made her feel more relaxed than she was with the other boys that drifted in and out of her legendary watering hole... something that she liked. She chuckled to herself as his expression changed, the tenseness gone. The boy sure loved his beer.

"So tell me about yourself, Timmy. You a student at the university?"

"Yes ma'am. I am starting med.-school this year and am looking for a place to live. I guess I started late. I sure hope I don't have to live too far away from campus." Ronnie bit her tongue quickly. She had almost offered him the spare room in her house. She had thought about it often, renting it out to one of the students. She even had tried one year... posting it on a bulletin board on campus. But she got pretty disgusted at the responses. One by one they would show up only to politely refuse after taking the tour. She could tell that it wasn't the spacious room with its private bath and sitting area. It was obviously the fact that they were white... and she was black. The whole thing had been pretty hurtful... she wasn't going to let that happen again. 

"You sure did, boy. I understand that they are like hen's teeth to start with... near the campus that is... and very expensive. Got a cardboard box?" she teased, smiling broadly at the boy. 

"Couldn't be much worse than living out in Whaleyville," he quipped grinning back. Timmy sat back into the stool. He was starting to get a nice feeling about Ronnie. She reminded him a lot of Miss Thelma, one of his mom's friends. She had that same kind of smile, warm and sincere... the kind that made you feel at ease in an instant. Miss Thelma was black also, although that was a new term in Whaleyville. He could remember her being colored for the longest time. He laughed to himself. Whaleyville certainly wasn't Charlottesville. Ronnie was a little younger than Miss Thelma, though much older than Timmy. Her skin was silky smooth, her features smartly chiseled and her eyes sparkled as if they were on fire. Ronnie Jenkens was a beautiful woman. Timmy couldn't tell much about her figure, other than the fact she was a big woman. Her rather shapeless dress hung off the front of her enormous chest. The bar prevented much of a view, and he could only assume she was built like Miss Thelma... big and thick. 

"Care for another beer, Timmy?" Ronnie's voice brought him back to the present quickly. He thought about drinking another, but thought better of it and declined. He had not eaten all day and he was sure that another beer before dinner would be a bad idea. He was trying, he thought... and it felt good. "Then how about something to eat? I hear the food is great here." She chuckled and instinctively walked over and poured him a glass of sweet iced tea and grabbed a menu. "Keep in under ten bucks, sugar, and the meals on the house. I'm nice, but not that nice." She grinned and left for a moment to let him decide. Ronnie tended to the other customers for a bit and returned to take his order. "Find something you like?"

"My mouth is watering already. Liver and onions topped with bacon." Timmy laughed. "God, I am a med. student... am I going to have to change my diet." Ronnie laughed with him. He really is country she thought again, smiling broadly. "I knew there was something about that boy I liked," she thought.

It was a slow night and by the time Timmy had finished his dinner, the place was empty. Ronnie decided to close early and walked over to Timmy. She had made up her mind watching the boy savor his dinner. His charming politeness was refreshing... his looks clean cut. She told him she was closing the bar early, but she thought she might have something that would interest him. He almost leapt for joy when she told him how close her house was to the medical school. And he didn't seem the least bit concerned that he was going to be surrounded by three generations of Jenkens women. The obvious didn't even cross her mind to mention, nor did it appear to be the least bit of a concern for the boy. "If you like the place, you can stay the night. It will save you the price of a motel room." He followed her closely as she drove towards her home... this saint of a woman was not going to get out of his sight.

Timmy was surprised and overwhelmed. He told himself to never assume a thing again. It was obvious that Ronnie had done well for herself. The place was a palace compared to his parents humble home in Whaleyville. His room was more than he had ever imagined. Of course he wanted it. But... the question was... could he afford it. Ronnie told him not to worry... they would come to some arrangement. "Go get your bags, Timmy, you can meet everyone else tomorrow. I am going to sleep myself. If you want, I will wake you in the morning. Do you like grits?"

He almost ran to his car and returned with his clothes. There was no need for further conversation. She could sense how grateful he was and just smiled and closed the door behind herself. Later, Timmy lay back on the bed after his shower, staring at the ceiling, watching the fan spin silently. He didn't really know what lay in store for him. But right now, he was basking in the good fortune that had been handed to him. And for the first night since he had walked away into the rainy night... away from Chrissy... the painful images were gone... He realized that he had moved along a little farther, and he was not going to look back again.

Ronnie walked down the hall slowly thinking to her self. She felt differently than she had in a long while. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she started to feel that tingling in her pussy. She laughed inside as she tried to think of the last time she had actually gotten wet. She could feel the dampness of her panties against her mound... it felt good. She stopped at her mother's door. She slept with it open, something she was going to have to change with Timmy living there. She peeked in and saw her mother laying there, her body covered with a sheet from her neck down. She snored gently, her huge breasts rising and falling with each breath. Ronnie had obviously gotten her large breasts from her mother. And she had passed them down to her daughter Tanya. She smiled and moved down the hall, pausing at the door to Tanya's room. 

She hated to spy on her lovely daughter, but she had been keeping an eye on her luscious offspring. She nearly giggled thinking of the expression on her face when she caught her fucking her boyfriend a few weeks ago. Ronnie was more shocked than angry with the young couple. She realized that at their age their hormones were raging. Lenny had hurriedly picked up his clothes and run out the door half naked, stumbling and weaving as he tried to slip his pants over his hips, leaving the door open as he made his escape. Ronnie almost laughed at the boy, but contained her amusement in order to make her scolding effective for Tanya's sake. Sadly for Tanya, he never called after that. But the next day, Ronnie made an appointment for her daughter... that very same day she was on the pill. Although Ronnie had become a success, she had gone through a rough time raising her daughter alone. And though she had never regretted having her, she wanted more for Tanya... and she was going to make sure she had everything Ronnie had ever wanted as a girl.

Ronnie opened the door and took a quick look... just to be certain. She smile at her lovely daughter, sleeping soundly and alone on her bed. Her naked form glistened in the dim light from the hallway, causing Ronnie to gasp in awe at her daughter's beauty. She chuckled softly, wondering what young Timmy would think when he met Tanya. The poor boy was in for a big surprise. Those Jenkens women... were something of a handful.

She slipped into her own room and closed the door before turning on the light. The tingling hadn't gone. She stood in front of the mirror wondering why she always wore these awful shapeless dresses. She pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall down to her ankles, taking the time to give herself a careful inspection. She liked what she saw. Her enormous tits billowed out of her bra and stretched the fabric to its limits as it vainly tried to contain the mammoth mounds of pliant flesh. She quickly released the hooks and let it slide from her shoulders to join her dress on the floor. She smiled, noting that they had hardly dropped at all... the ripe melons hung there... swaying gently with every move of her body. Her aureoles were dark chocolate and nearly the size of saucers, capping each breast perfectly and forming a perfect frame for her thick nipples. She loved the way her enormous chest flowed into her almost waspish waist, only to flow outward into her lush hips. She turned and looked over her shoulder as she drew her panties down over her cheeks. That ass of hers had turned many a head... it was something to behold. 

Finally, she finished admiring herself and slipped into bed. The cool, satin sheets felt wonderful against her skin as she moved between them. She reached up and turned the light out quickly... she had something to attend to. Almost immediately, her soft fingers found their way down into the warm, wet center of her sex. The transformation began the moment her fingers pushed into the slippery folds. She moaned as the faceless cock pushed into her hungry body. He thrust deep inside her, filling her completely, driving into her body with a recklessness that left her breathless. She lifted her hips off the bed to meet his powerful thrusts, driving him even deeper into her well of pleasure... fucking her like an animal taking his bitch. The men were always faceless... strangers led to her for one purpose, and one purpose alone. He pumped faster and faster... until Ronnie was ready to cum. Suddenly, she let out a muffles scream as the faceless man fucked her harder and harder. She began to feel her orgasm wash over her body... and for a split second... he had a face. She gasped as Timmy began to pound in and out of her body. His body hovered over her... his cock pumped into her again and again. She watched his every movement until finally, he disappeared leaving the faceless cock to finish its work. 

When she finished, she lay in the dark thinking. What on earth was she thinking... Timmy... fucking her hungry cunt... invading her private moment like a thief. Fuck, she just met him... barely knew the boy... God; he was young enough to be her own son. "Damn girl... get your head screwed on right. He's just a boy. There was no way this white boy could satisfy a Jenkens... let alone Veronica Jenkens." She tossed and turned for a few minutes before reluctantly sliding her fingers back between her thighs. She laughingly forced herself to focus on an image of Wesley Snipes as her fingers pushed in and out of her wet folds. Finally her body spasmed and her needs were quenched for the moment. She started to drift off to sleep, though not without one flashing image of "Timothy Snipes" flashing through her mind. She nearly laughed out loud.



Timmy Stiles Ch. 03



The morning sun danced across Chrissy's body and slowly began to draw her out of her deep sleep. "God, it's early," she thought as she tried vainly to stay asleep. It was no use. She glanced at her alarm clock and shivered when she saw it was only 6:30. "Fuck, this is Saturday." Finally, she pulled her tired body out of her bed and shakily walked towards the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror and giggled. Her huge breasts were streaked with dried cum and she noticed a few teeth marks around her nipples. "Damn," she thought...remind me to wear armor next time." She reached into the shower and turned the water on, leaning against the wall as she waited for the temperature to adjusted. Finally, it was just right and she slipped under the shower. It felt wonderful. She stood there, letting the warm water splash against her for a few minutes before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. As she poured it into the palm of her hand, the feel of the viscous liquid brought a slight smile to her lips. It was clear and thick like pre-cum...if only it was, she would drink the entire bottle. She loved the feel of it on her tongue...the salty taste of it as she licked it off a throbbing cock. 

In fact, she loved cum period...anywhere, anytime and anyway. She was addicted. And, the more sex she had, the more she wanted. She had become insatiable. She couldn't remember when she had turned down a hot fuck...or for that matter, anything else that could arouse her body. Nothing was off limits to the young slut...or anyone...not even Timmy's dad. He was worth remembering. He had come over one Saturday morning, just like this one, and just like this one, everyone else had gone. The point of his visit was obvious..."What the hell had happened?" She had slipped on a T-shirt to answer the door, not really caring that her naked body was barely covered by the well-worn fabric. Moments after she had let him...both seated in their small parlor...did she realize the fact of her near nakedness had become apparent to Mr. Stiles? He hadn't been too subtle in his questions, nor was he too subtle about where he was looking. Chrissy could feel his eyes on her, staring at her as if his eyes could see right through the thin material of her shirt. She had been seated on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, her shirt modestly pulled down over her. She avoided answering his questions truthfully, but left him with the impression that it was a mutual decision. "Timmy had a lot of school ahead of him, and they were both so young."

Chrissy began to wonder if Mr. Stiles was as straight laced as his son. She and Timmy had never fucked...he wanted her to be a virgin on their wedding night. As much as she had wanted to, she had never even seen him naked. She watched Mr. Stiles begin to fidget in his chair. His pants began to rise above his lap, slightly but noticeably. A chain reaction seemed to start. Chrissy's nipples began to harden. "God, she was such a whore," she thought to herself. She licked her lips slowly and stared at his growing bulge, imagining her wet mouth sucking the cream from his pulsing cock. It was almost as if she could smell the scent of his hardening flesh across the room. Her pussy began to tingle and she could sense her clit was starting to harden. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her unfettered breasts outward, twisting slightly to add just the right amount of swaying. She could almost hear him gasp. Her fully hardened nipples threatened to push through the thread-bare T-shirt and she could feel the heat growing in her body as he stared boldly at her breasts, the bulge in his pants rapidly growing, his eyes beginning to glaze over with excitement.

It was now or never, she decided...he would either fuck her or run away. But in any case, he would know the real answer to his original questions. She slowly adjusted her body and raised one knee, laying her arms back against the couch. Her dripping cunt was there for him to plainly see...offered wantonly to the old man by his son's "sweet and innocent" girlfriend. 

"You little whore," he calmly stated. "I never believed the rumors until now. You are exactly what everyone else has said...a cheap slut." His jaw tightened as he stared at her, rising from his seat and moving over to stand in front of her. She tried to avoid his hand, but he was too quick. It stung her face sharply and snapped her head to the side. Her eyes instantly filled with tears of pain as the old man smacked her again. She tried to move away but her grabbed her hair, holding her fixed against the back of the couch, trapped against the high arm. He glared at her, his eyes dark and his breath heavy. "You are nothing more than a piece of ass for anyone that wants you."

She trembled as she looked up at him, afraid to breathe...unsure of his next move. But her eyes quickly moved to his crotch and widened in amazement as he reached with his other hand and pulled his zipper down. Her heart stopped as his hand reached in and pulled his cock free of its confines. Chrissy could only gasp...it was enormous, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen. She watched his hand circle the thick shaft and squeeze it firmly then pump it slowly as he pulled her face closer to the menacing log of meat. It leaked a large drop of pre-cum from the slit just before he pressed it against her lips. Chrissy felt the sticky liquid flow over his lips as he moved the tip of his cock across their moist surface. It was pointless to pretend...pointless to hide her lust...pointless to keep from taking his huge cock into the warmth of her hungry mouth. 

Her hands moved around him and drew him closer. Her tongue reached out and licked the length of the knarled surface. Every vein that crossed its gleaming surface pulsed with the beat of his heart. She breathed deeply, his intoxicating scent a mixture of sweat, his musk and his urine. Her mouth opened completely and with a practiced snap of her head, she engulfed the length of his cock in her mouth...the head buried deep in her throat. She felt his hand release her hair and push against the back of her head...driving his cock ball deep. She gagged and tried to pull her head away...but he forced it back onto his cock...fucking her mouth with a vengeance. He was punishing her, he thought...unaware she loved every minute of his fierceness. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth till he could take no more. She felt his body stiffen and his cock swell to unbelievable proportions inside her mouth. Suddenly he growled and unleashed a torrent of pungent cream into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his seed splashed against the walls of her mouth...she swallowed as fast as she could, but she could not overcome the tide of liquid fire that spewed from his body. Her chin and neck were covered with the cum that spilled from her sucking mouth and without touching herself for a single moment...Chrissy exploded in her own orgasm. 

As the flow ebbed, she lay back into the couch, staring up at him...trying to guess what was on his mind. She assumed wrongly, that he was done with her...his incredible cock seemed larger than before, and just as hard. He glared down at her as he unfastened his pants and let them fall around his feet. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her leg over the back of the couch...guiding her to rest her other foot on the floor. Wordlessly, he slid between her legs and without hesitating, drove his cock deep into her belly, ripping her open like a rag doll...his cock filling her completely. He used her just like the little whore she was...for his own pleasure, uncaring and unaware that Chrissy was getting the fuck of her life. But the little cum slut was on fire. Never before had any man filled her so full, had fucked the very deepest part of her hungry cunt. She whimpered and twisted her body against his, arching up to meet his every thrust and as her passion took control of her body. Her long silky legs pulled back as she spread even wider for the rage filled man who pummeled her body with a fury she had craved all her life. 

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." she screamed..."Fuck me harder...Oh God...fuck meeeeeeee." Suddenly he realized that the slut was savoring every pounding thrust of his cock. It angered him that she was receiving pleasure from his assault...how could she? No one had ever been able to fully take his mammoth cock into her pussy before, let alone beg for more. Chrissy screamed again..."Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk.... I'm cumming," she wailed. Her body trembled and shook, as the power of her orgasm wracked her body in pure, seething pleasure. 

"You fucking bitch," he shouted in a voice filled with the rage that consumed him. He stared down at her in amazement as her body continued to arch and twist in shameless pleasure, her cunt milking his cock, churning and rolling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. He growled at the whore and suddenly pulled his cock free from her dripping cunt. Her eyes flew open as she felt him withdraw so suddenly...her eyes begged him to put it back in...her eyes said everything he didn't want to hear...her eyes cried out...God, please fuck me again. 

"You can't...you can't...you can't," he screamed silently. "No...you can't...and you won't." He pushed her legs back against her chest, her feet over her head, her body doubled back. The tiny hole stared at him, puckered and brown, covered with the juices that dripped from her gaping cunt. The huge head pressed against the tiny hole...finding its mark...then plunged angrily into her bowels. Chrissy screamed out in pain as the huge cock ripped into her body, raping her shit hole, taking her without care, without feeling. Her whole body felt as if it was being halved...torn in two by the giant wedge of flesh that invaded her helpless body. Her sphincter burned as if he had used a hot poker...stretched to a point of tearing. Tears of pain ran down the girls cheeks, her head twisted from side to side in agony. Her eyes closed, and for a moment, she was gone. John Stiles stared down at her and smiled wickedly with the satisfaction of his triumph...but to his own shame...he felt the wall he had so carefully built flex slightly, then give. The wall had been breached from within by his own hidden desires.

When Chrissy regained consciousness, she realized that she had passed out for a moment...not long, but long enough for a transformation of her body to occur. Most of the pain was gone, and from some unknown place...pleasure slowly slipped beside it then finally began to take its place. Her body began to relax and for the first time she could feel his huge cock with the awesome appreciation it deserved. Instinctively she began to respond to the wondrous cock, as it pumped in and out of her ass. It felt different than before, however, slower, gentler. She opened her eyes, suddenly realizing that he was fucking her...not raping her. His sweat dripped onto her lips and she tasted the salty liquid as he ground into her, churning his hips, working his cock inside her ass for their pleasure, not her pain. She stared into his eyes and started to speak, but he shook his head slowly, his calmness hushing her. Her tiny hands reach up and slipped behind his neck...drawing his face down to her own until their lips met. Open mouths pressed against the other, tongues searched frantically as they feasted on each other in a hungry and passionate kiss. 

She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Never before had she ever felt anything so exquisite. His cock seemed like an endless snake, pushing deeper and deeper into her bowels. She could feel it pushing the creamy mass inside her body back into her depths. "Fuck me...God fuck me with that wonderful cock." She lifted her ass up to his thrusting loins, feeling him slap wetly against her ass. The smell of sex filled the room as he rocked against her, his stokes growing harder and faster with each subsequent thrust of his hips. He felt the cum in his sacs working its way up the length of his cock. He was almost there. And as if choreographed by some erotic master of the dance, her own body began to tremble, imperceptibly at first, but suddenly growing more frantic...as he pounded faster and faster...harder...and deeper. Their hands clawed each other's body as they approached the climax of their journey...whimpers and groans punctuated every movement of their bodies. And with one primal grunt from their perfectly synched bodies, they screamed their way through a moment of agonizing pleasure. Her bowels swelled with the copious amount of seed that spurt from his throbbing cock...it was endless and amazing. She felt it drip down the crack of her ass as it leaked past the seal around his cock. Finally, he collapsed onto her body in exhaustion. He lay against her heaving breasts and kissed her gently.

On some mysterious signal, they both pulled away from each other and he sat back on the couch. She sat up on her knees and leaned into him, kissing him more like a lover than a victim. Her lips moved down over his chest and paused to stare at his limp cock...she giggled softly at the messy slab of flesh. Limp he was at least ten inches long and nearly three inches thick. "God...did I really have that up my ass?" she thought. He tried to push her head away, embarrassed at the thought of her lovely mouth so close to his dirty cock. But she pushed his hands away and lowered her mouth to the shit and cum streaked shaft. Slowly she licked away every trace of her ass and his cum until it was perfectly clean. She lifted her head and smiled at him and kissed him gently on the cheek...he snickered and pulled her lips to his, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth. "Fair's fair," he whispered with a grin. 

She curled up in his arms and sat against him for some time, neither of them spoke a word. Everything had been said silently...everything had been heard silently...everything had been sadly accepted with out a sound. Moments later, he walked out of the door...without a word.

Chrissy finished her shower, wrapped a towel around her refreshed body and moved back into her bedroom, her thoughts at the moment focused on picking out the clothes she would wear. Searching through her closet, she found a favorite sundress and set it on the bed. She mulled over whether to wear any underwear then decided against it. She really was the little slut. As she rummaged through her jewelry box for a pair of earrings, her finger uncovered the tiny diamond ring. She touched it cautiously then pulled her finger away. A single tear was quickly wiped off her cheek. She closed the box and turned away, forcing back a second tear. Moments later, she walked out of the door...without a sound.



Timmy Stiles Ch. 04



Ronnie loved Sundays. It was the only day of the week she took away from the bar and she hated wasting them by sleeping late. She grumbled to herself when she discovered that it was nearly ten o’clock by the time she had managed to pull herself out of bed. She slipped a pair of denim shorts over her naked hips and pulled her favorite Sunday shirt from the closet. She left it unbuttoned, simply tying it under her breasts. She paused as she walked past the mirror. She liked what she saw. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, swaying gently with each movement of her body. She loved the feel of the coarse material against her nipples and could see they had already hardened, their swollen thickness teasingly outlined by her shirt. The top of her shorts was undone and the zipper pulled down just enough for decency’s sake. Any more and she would be revealing the soft black curls that anointed her pussy. She padded, bare-footed, out into the hall, ready to scold her family for not waking her up. The house was abnormally quiet, she thought, and then suddenly remembered that her mother and daughter had planned to visit her younger sister Terry and her family in Richmond. 

She smelled the scent of coffee wafting its way up the stairs from the kitchen and followed its trail down the stairs like a moth being drawn to a flame. There was a note near the coffee maker, reminding her that they had headed to Richmond and that they would stay there for the night to avoid the weekend travelers heading home. “Back around noon on Monday. Love Mom.” She reached into the cabinet for a mug, thought for a second, and grabbed another. “Nothing like room service to make you feel important,” she thought. However, she would make sure he didn’t get used to it. She grinned as she walked up the stairs, careful not to spill a drop from either cup…the gods got angry when you wasted 100% Colombian. The door to his room was closed but not fully latched. She suspected that she should knock before entering, but being certain he was still asleep and with her hands full, she simply pushed her shoulder against the door and let herself in. “Wake up sleepy head…It’s Ronnie with hot fresh coffee. Coming in…” 

Her eyes instinctively moved to where the bed should be, but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes finally captured the entire picture and began sorting out the details. Something in frame 23 caught her attention…No, It had stopped her dead in her tracks. Pushing straight up from his loins through the opening in his pajamas was the most amazing cock she had ever seen…dreamed about…or created in her mind for one of her intimate fantasies. She could do nothing but stand in awe, dumbstruck as it were. She could do nothing but let her eyes feast on his Mother of All Cocks. At least eight inches of thick, glistening meat protruded above his fist as he rhythmically stroked the pulsing shaft. As if its almost frightening length was not enough, it had to be nearly three inches thick. 

Obviously, she had assumed incorrectly…

It took a few seconds for her presence to register in his brain. Then like a deer in a pair of headlights, he became a still image. Ronnie managed not to drop the mugs of steaming coffee on the floor before she set them on the nightstand. Her eyes had not left his cock for a moment. The boy lay perfectly still, his breathing paused as if in stasis. A look of shame and embarrassment contorted his youthful features. Only when she leaned over the bed, her hand pushing his aside to take its place…only when her slippery tongue licked away a glistening drop of pre-cum…only when her hot, wet mouth stretched around the menacing head…did he finally respond. 

“Ohhhhhhhh my Goddddddddddddddd,” he screamed. “I’ve never………….” His words were cut of by a moan escaping his mouth. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Without warning, his cock exploded in Ronnie’s mouth. Ribbons of hot, sticky cum spurted from the slit at the tip as she swallowed as fast as she could. So much cum…. so fucking hot…the pulsations seemed to last forever but finally came to an end. Veronica Jenkens’ belly was full of Timothy Stiles. And it felt good. “I knew there was something about this boy I liked,” she thought impishly.

She pulled her mouth away from his cock. Her body shivered as she stared at it. It was still hard…still standing up like the mast of a ship…still able to service the lusty woman that sat on the edge of the bed next to his flushed body. She turned to look at his face…the confusion and embarrassment was still there…the shame was gone. He was the first to speak. “Ronnie…I,” she paused for a moment, the tenor a shy and diminished version of his normal voice, “I’ve never been with a woman before.” The words echoed in her ears for a moment…the thought had not entered her mind for a second…how could it be that this boy had hidden his treasure all his life? She just shook her head and smiled, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek, her eyes assuring the boy that his humble admission would hardly affect what was going to happen next. 

Ronnie stepped back and looked into the boy’s eyes as she untied her shirt. Her hand’s trembled slightly as they pulled it open, revealing her full, ripe melons…her nipples hard and thick, aching to me sucked and bitten. His eyes told her everything she needed to know. They were glazed with need and desire…feeding on every detail of the lush Nubian’s immense tits. Her hands teased at the buttons of her shorts then popped them open…watching his eyes move to the soft glistening hair, trimmed into a neat little arrow, pointing to the center of her womanhood. She pulled at them slowly until they dropped down her long silky legs to rest around her ankles. Two graceful steps and her feet were free. His very first woman stood before him in all her glory, a magnificent animal, her dark skin glistening in the morning light, her body sculpted perfection.

Timmy stared in awe. He lay motionless, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. Everything he had imagined about her lusty form had been wrong. She was hardly Miss Thelma. Standing in front of Timmy was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen…so beautiful as to push all other thoughts from his mind. He watched her chocolate tipped breasts sway slowly as she moved up onto the bed. They hung over him like giant fruit on some exotic tree as she leaned forward…her slender hands reaching for the waist of his pajamas. He lifted his hips for her as she tugged the garment down, slowly sliding them over his buttocks. The band caught his cock, bending it down as she pulled them lower, only to let it snap back against his belly as it finally slipped over the turgid shaft. He raised his knees up to let her slip them off his feet, then lay them back down on either side of her thighs. He stared into her eyes and waited.

Her hands moved to his knees, resting on the caps for a moment. Her eyes focused on his pulsing cock as she drew her fingers over the tops of his thighs, letting her nails trail over his hard flesh until they reached their goal. Her hands seemed tiny as she wrapped both of them around the huge shaft of meat, one above the other, leaving several inches of cock above her clenched fist. She would teach her student how to pleasure every part of her body with this magnificent member, but right now…there was only one thing she wanted. She needed this cock inside her belly. Timmy might be a boy, a virgin boy…but he was twice the man of any she had ever seen. Her hands moved up and down its length, his skin moving over the hard core. She squeezed it gently, then harder until she forced a drop of cum from the tip. Her mouth moved quickly to taste the glistening bead of his fuck juice. She rose up and smiled at him, rolling her tongue around in her mouth to savor its pungent flavor. His breath became deeper…his chest began to heave in excitement. It was the right moment…and they both knew that moment was there.

She lifted her body and gathered his legs under her, straddling his powerful thighs. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his muscular body. Slowly her hips moved forward and upward until her aching pussy was directly over his cock. Her eyes locked onto his as she slowly lowered her hips and began to take him into her body. Her nether lips parted and stretched around the bulbous head as it pushed up into her wet folds. Her cunt burned with a joyous pain as inch after incredible inch of the enormous cock slid into her body. She needed to take it all…she needed to prove herself worthy of his cock…she needed to fuck this boy senseless. She was almost there. Her mind reeled in the agonizing pleasure. God, she had to. With a primal grunt, she slammed her hips down against his loins, taking every fucking inch of his cock inside her belly. She gritted her teeth and swallowed, her breath ragged, her face contorted in raw, primal lust. And at that moment, it was her cock.

Timmy groaned as she plunged down against his body. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. The slippery walls of her cunt sheathed his cock like hot, wet silk, molding around every vein and twist of his blood filled manhood. With only two thirds of his cock embedded inside her, he had felt the tip press against the back of her womb. That final thrust had forced it up along the walls of her cunt. He was completely buried inside…somewhere inside. He lay still, savoring the feel of her body, feeling the tiny tremors of her cuntal walls as they pulsed and throbbed against his rigid flesh. 

She lay against him, flattening the massive mounds against his powerful chest. Her nipples burned into his chest like hot coals. Veronica Jenkens was filled completely, the feeling so different and new, she felt that she was the virgin...her sexual essence reborn. There was a magic moment shared as the two relished the beauty of that first penetration. A gentle warmth flowed over their bodies in the silent exchanging of gifts. But the warmth quickly began to change to a fiery heat and their bodies began an age-old dance. Hips began to move, flesh pressed against flesh and as if a vault of ancient memories had escaped into Timmy’s mind and soul, the eager student sought to prove his worthiness. 

Timmy’s hands moved slowly over her smooth body, exploring the softness, tasting her body with his fingers. His hands lighted on her lush cheeks then squeezed firmly. He began to knead the pliant loaves of flesh like precious dough, molding her ass in his powerful hands and quickly picking up on the sensual rhythm of her churning body. Her body slid up and down his belly, grinding into his loins, her juices seeping from her cunt...flowing over his sacs and dripping down into the crack of his ass. His hands began to guide her movements, pulling and pushing…pulling and pushing…faster and faster. Their guttural mutterings merged into a single cacophony of primal grunts, whimpers and words only permitted in the presence of wanton animal rutting. 

She pushed herself up and placed her hands behind her, resting them on his sinuous thighs. Her lusty cunt squeezed his horses cock as she posted up and down, impaling her body again and again on the mammoth fuck stick, rolling and churning her hips in abandon. “Fuck…fuck…fuck,” she chanted, her breasts flailing wildly from side to side…her head back…her eyes closed…her mind focused on one thing and one thing only...his wondrous cock. “Fuck mama’s cunt, she screamed. “Fuck your whore with that big, fat dick…shit…fuck…fuck…fuck.”

Timmy reached up and captured her bouncing tits in his hands…squeezing them roughly…twisting her nipples…pulling the thick nubs of flesh away from her breasts. He growled, calling on the mysterious beast trapped inside his body and lifted his hips off the bed as he suddenly began to fuck her. His powerful body rose and fell in synch with each thrust of her gleaming body. Sweat began to pour off their bodies as their flesh pounded into each other. “God damn,” she screamed. “I’m cummmmmmmmmmming…fuckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee.” He felt his own orgasm rip through his body as her body stiffened. Her cunt spasmed around his throbbing hardness, as he lifted his body up one last time and held it high in the air. His body rippled under hers as her muscular cunt milked his cock dry. Spurt after spurt of his seed exploded into her body until his cock was spent. Finally her body began to relax and she collapsed onto his body, drained and exhausted. 

She could feel the cum trickling out of her pussy as she lay there, her head against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding inside his chest as he tried to catch his breath. His cock softened inside her pussy and she smiled. It still felt as big as the others she had felt before, perhaps bigger. She raised her head and kissed him, letting her tongue taste his mouth gently. She pulled back and stared at his face. He smiled broadly…that smile spoke a thousand words. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. 



Timmy Stiles Ch. 05



Chrissy worked her fingers in carefully, stretching her labia, unfolding that little edge of her puffy nether lips that tucked inward...flattening the pliant flesh to avoid nicking her tender skin. The razor felt wickedly erotic as the sharp triple blade whisked away the tiny hairs that she normally ignored, lifting one lip, then the other. She made sure every single hair was gone...changing the direction of the razor...lifting her cuntal lips to the proper angle, finally leaving her sweet, puffy mound as smooth as the day she was born. Her fingers lingered for a moment, teasing her clit, pumping in and out of her hungry slit. It had been days since her moist sex had been wrapped around a pulsing cock and an eternity since her cunt had been pounded by that wondrous man meat between John Stiles legs. "Too long," she thought. Even Tony and Bobbie had been neglecting her, seeming more interested in each other's portals than hers. She pushed four fingers deep into her body, trying to relive that incredible fuck, but to no avail. There was nothing that could duplicate the feelings she had gotten as that magnificent shaft of rock-hard man-meat had given her sweet fuck hole. Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers free. It was after seven o'clock and she didn't want to be late. She quickly rinsed her body under the warm shower and stepped out of the tub, drying herself in a soft, thick towel. She wrapped a small towel around her head and moved into the bedroom.

Standing in front of her dresser, she picked up the bottle of aloe and poured some into her hand. The aloe was cold and sent a pleasant chill through her body as she rubbed the viscous fluid into her freshly shaved mons. She smiled as she studied her pussy in the mirror. She liked the color, slightly darker than the skin around it, a soft, dusty, rose color. The large, fleshy hood robing her clit protruded just enough to lead a searching tongue to the proper spot before flowing into the gently flared inner lips. They pushed out just enough, laying open slightly in a subtle invitation, their delicate form far from betraying the vast volume of cock meat that had stretched them open time and time again. "Perfect," she thought..."Perfectly fuckable." She patted it affectionately and picked up her hair dryer. 

As she dried her hair, she mused over her four previous Weston Industries' Christmas Galas, as the company preferred to call them, bringing a wicked smile to her lips. Of course Timmy always accompanied her, but she managed to slip away for a few moments to enjoy a daring if not totally satisfying encounter with one of her co-workers. It was her second Christmas party when she discovered that Toby Weston, her section manager and the youngest son of Charles Weston, would do anything she asked to let him cum in her mouth. Of course her rapid promotions had nothing to do with the fact that she was sucking his marvelous cock at least once a week from that point on. "I'm saving myself for Timmy," she would whisper each time he tried to fuck her. She laughed, wondering what he would think if he knew that the very first time she had sucked his cock, her belly had just been pumped full with his stock manager's sticky cum. Satisfied with the texture and body of her long, golden tresses, Chrissy set the dryer down and glanced at her clock. "Damn, I have to hurry."

She dressed quickly topping her outfit off with a pair of large hoop earrings and a few strategic dabs of Macky. She paused for a moment and stepped back for a quick once-over. "Damn, I look good in black," she stated out loud. She turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder. She had been right...there was no way she could wear anything under this outfit. The thin, turtleneck sweater-dress molded itself to every curve and valley of her body, grabbing her perfectly shaped ass like a pair of hands. She arched her ass back and smiled. "Perfectly fuckable, indeed." 

As her car sped towards the factory, she realized different tonight was. She felt a bit strange, though not in a melancholy way. The pangs of sadness were gone. She had moved on...no questioning if they would have ever been happy. She regretted the brutal way he had discovered who she really was, but for some reason she felt relieved. Timmy could never satisfy this wanton beauty. And his innocence was partly the reason she had become what she was. Tonight was different in deed...tonight Christina Hayes felt wicked and horny...and tonight there was no Timothy Stiles.

She parked her car in the far corner of the lot...a dimly lit area...one that might come in handy later that evening. As she walked towards the entrance, she heard footsteps behind her. "Chrissy?" Toby called out. She turned and smiled. He hurriedly caught up with her and took her arm.

"Where's the Mrs.?" she asked coyly. "Not coming tonight?"

"Nah," he drawled out. "She is inside...I had to run back and pick up something at the house..." He paused for a moment as if mulling over some decision then looked pleadingly into her eyes. She read him clearly and leaned closer...tracing the edge of his jaw. He glanced around the parking lot and saw no one and wordlessly guided her down a small walkway that she knew lead to the "executive" entrance. "You know, Chrissy, I was hoping we might have a few minutes alone together...I wanted to privately discuss your Christmas bonus...and...your new position." She giggled softly at the double meaning of his remark.

"My new position?" He laughed with her and patted her ass through her long leather coat. "My goodness," she added, "Now what would that be?" He held up his finger to his lips, imploring her silence, and slipped his card into the reader. The door popped open and they slipped inside. The walked quietly to his office and opened the door, glancing up and down the hallway to make sure no one had seen him or her. He locked the door behind them and led her over to the couch. Fortunately they both knew their way around his office rather well, as he left the lights off, not wanting to peak anyone's curiosity. There were no attempts at concealing what he wanted. His hands immediately slipped inside her coat and groped her lush body. His breath quickened immediately and she heard him gasp softly as one hand found its way under her dress, only to discover she wasn't wearing any panties. 

"Goddamn, Chrissy...you drive me crazy...no fucking panties," he whispered. He eased his middle finger up into her pussy; twisting and turning the thick probe, making the young whore squirm against his hand. His thumb pressed firmly against her clit and he felt the tiny nub of flesh begin to swell and harder, her juices begin to flow onto his hand...the bitch was hot tonight...perhaps, just perhaps. His hands left her for a moment and she took the time to slip her coat off. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down and she instinctively reached toward his crotch, finding his cock stiff and ready. He was always so eager and needy. Chrissy loved what she did to him...that feeling of control and power she had over him...over men. She twisted her body and lowered her head towards his lap, sucking the swollen mushroom head of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard...just like he loved it. Her tongue swirled around the silky head...he did have a lovely cock.... not huge, but so wonderfully adequate. 

His cum tasted spicy and sweet. She loved the feel of it as it slid down her throat, so hot and sticky. She could never tell him how much she enjoyed sucking his delicious cock...although by the fervor her hungry mouth attacked his fuck meat, it should have been obvious. The tip of her tongue teased his tiny piss hole and she felt his body stiffen. "He almost came," she thought, laughing to herself. "The poor boy is almost frantic." Her hand slipped around the base of his cock and slowly began to pump the throbbing shaft as she captured the head in her mouth and slid her lips down the its length. She drew her lips up and squeezed them tightly around his cock, just below the edge of the crown. She bit him softly, tugging gently, her teeth under the thin edge of flesh flaring out above the stem. She pulled her hand away and suddenly gulped his entire length deep into her throat. "Fuckkkkkkkkk," he moaned. "You are incredible." His fingers pushed through her hair and held her head as he began to fuck her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down synched with the movement of his hips as he seemingly tried to drive his cock into her belly. She felt his cock begin to throb, his strokes getting faster. She new he was getting close and started to pull away. He held her firmly arching his hips up off the couch, softly begging her not to stop, but she pushed his hands away. She imagined the look of surprise and disappointment on his face, but she also knew that it would soon be gone. Pulling her head back, she gave his cock one last lick and sat up. Hurriedly, she fumbled for his belt buckle and flipped it open, her hands moving to the waistband of his slacks and dragging them down until his legs were free. Sliding from the couch, she knelt on her knees between his outstretched thighs, her mouth immediately returning to his dripping cock. 

She took his cock in her hand and began to lick up and down the pulsing shaft. Her tongue traced every detail of his cock, tasting his sweaty flesh, breathing in his scent. She was losing herself in the moment and slowly began to reveal the wanton side of her being she had carefully hidden from him. Her hands lifted his legs and pushed them back against his chest. It took only a moment for him to realize what she wanted and he quickly took charge of the task, sliding his hips closer to the edge of the cushion, holding his legs back and wide open, curling his hips upward, making himself vulnerable. 

Chrissy's wet tongue slid down the back of his shaft until they reached the huge sacs hanging beneath his cock. She lifted each leathery orb with her tongue before sucking them one by one into her mouth. She rolled them around inside her mouth, covering them with her saliva, leaving them glistening as she let them pop out of her mouth. She was careful not to treat the sensitive balls too roughly. She could feel how full they were and she knew how painful the wrong touch could be. "Treat number one," she thought as she spread his cheeks. She pushed her face into the musky crack, wetly licking along its length until her tongue found his crinkled asshole. She bathed it with thick, wet strokes...the scent of his ass setting ablaze an erotic flame in her body. She licked and sucked the crinkled ring, pushing her tongue in deeply, tasting the gritty dirt within as he squirmed under her oral ministrations. She loved the taste of his ass...the acrid smell seemed to trigger some primal need within her twisted psyche. A wanton memory flashed across her mind...her tongue hungrily licking Tony's shit covered cock as he pounded his monstrous shaft in and out of Bobby's ass. She hungered for more.

She pushed her tongue deeper into Toby's asshole and grasped his thick cock with her tiny hand. It was larger than she had ever felt...she obviously had learned something new about the outwardly straight-laced man. She pumped and squeezed his cock as her tongue wildly invaded his shit hole. Once again his body began to stiffen and once again she pulled away, leaving him in agony, his cock leaking pre-cum almost in a steady stream. She pulled his legs down and stood astride his outstretched limbs, pulling her dress up over her head and tossing it onto the couch. 

The tiny rays of light that leaked into the room bounced around in the darkness, merging to form a soft non-light that cast a glow over her body. Toby gasped as his eyes feasted on her lusty form. He had never seen her naked...nor nearly naked. But as his eyes grew accustomed to the soft illumination, he realized that God indeed "had spent a little more time on her." The image of her overwhelming beauty etched itself into his brain...the mammoth swells of her breasts...her tiny waist.... the softly flowing hips. "My God, you are beautiful," hissed through his lips in homage.

Chrissy put her knees on the couch, straddling his hips and moved her mouth to his ear. Her tongue swirled around inside for a moment, forcing a shudder though his body. "Mer...ry...Christ...mas, To...by," she whispered softly as she slowly lowered her hips downward, impaling her sweet dripping cunt on his cock. Two perfectly matched grunts of primal pleasure clashed mid air for a moment but just as quickly, the air was filled the wet sounds of fucking. They both knew that this moment would not last long. They had both waited too long for this...they needed to take it quickly, ingest it and relish in its power. Within seconds, the first coupling savored and cherished, they were pounding against each other, lost in their passion...seeking a sweet release. The end quickly followed the beginning. This time when his body stiffened, she didn't pull away, and within seconds, he exploded inside her. She could feel the hot jets of cum splashing against the walls of her vaginal passage. It was more than he had ever cum before, flooding her cunt with so much cum it leaked past her labia, slowly dripping down onto his thighs. Though sated for the moment, it was over too soon and she finally collapsed against him...lying silently as the both tried to capture their breath. 

She rolled off him and rested against the arm of the sofa, her eyes closed, silently reliving the moment. She felt him move, his hands spreading her thighs. Suddenly she felt his tongue against her puffy lips, moving over her pussy, cleaning her dripping flesh like a cat. He carefully licked away every trace, delving between her cheeks, cleaning the cum that had collected in the little cup surround her asshole...probing her pink folds, sucking their mingled juices from her body like some sacred nectar. 

Finally, he pulled himself up, bringing her up with him. He kissed her deeply and she felt her mouth suddenly flooded with their cum. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as he shared the juices he had collected from her body. She had indeed learned something new about this curious man.



Timmy Stiles Ch. 06 Pt. 1-3



Part 1

Ronnie listened, slightly less than attentively, to the sensual rhythms of Carlos Santana as she drove through the mixture of rain and snow. The town was very quiet, not unusual for this time of the year…most of the students were home for the holidays. Timmy had been gone for nearly three weeks now…fortunately he would be back soon. She missed that boy’s cock sorely. Sundays had become “their” day. And though both her mother and daughter knew they were fucking on a regular basis, it was overlooked as a topic of conversation at the dinner table. 

Timmy had certainly proven himself to be a quick learner, not only in school, but in her bed. And, it was also obvious that there was little he wouldn’t try…and enjoy. Her body shivered slightly as she recalled the first time he stuffed that huge cock of his deep into her “hot black ass.” She laughed, thinking how much he loved that phrase, which was now his exclusive reference to her lovely bottom…in private of course. Timmy was more man than she could handle at times…but as wondrous as the sex was, she could never really suppress the perverse imp that dwelled inside her body. Poe was right…she had looked over the edge too long…she was going to jump. 

Her car nimbly took the abrupt curve onto the dark, narrow road that led to the club. She realized that she should turn around and go home…but the need was greater than her resolve. Why she was pulled so fiercely into the darkness was a mystery. But it called to her again and again, gnawing at her, little by little, until it couldn’t be pushed from her mind for one second. She was trembling when she had made the call...begged for forgiveness…proffered everything necessary to win back her pinnacle position. That night she had cried herself to sleep. “Why?” she screamed into her pillow. Why were apples red? 

Finally she spotted the lights, little squares of light, glistening with an eerie glow through the unsavory night, only hinting at their real shape. She felt her tires spin as she pushed down the accelerator and quickly backed off. “Too eager,” she thought. A few slightly more cautious moments later, she stood on the wide porch and pushed the doorbell. A tiny hole in the center of the door, more or less eye level, brightened for a few seconds then turned dark once again. She could hear the soft buzz and the louder click as the lock was released. She pushed the door open and walked into the vestibule, the door swinging itself closed behind her. The toasty room was a welcome respite from the bitter cold of the night. Thankfully, someone realized how terribly cold it was that night, and had set the thermostat to defrost. 

“Miss Veronica, it has been too long. How are you?” She turned to the familiar voice and moved toward the gigantic man that loomed in the corner nearest the door. She smiled at Little John as she hugged him warmly. Her arms couldn’t breach the girth of his huge frame. He was over seven feet tall and easily 300 pounds. He did make for an impressive “bailiff,” as he was referred to by the management. She stepped back after her futile attempt to encircle his waist with her arms and grinned.

“I have been fine, John, and I hope you have been well yourself…I see you haven’t lost any weight.” She laughed softly as she teased the giant man. He was proud of his size…and enjoyed the teasing of the guests. This was 300 pounds of body builder…not the Pillsbury Doughboy…that beamed down at her.

“Not a pound Miss Veronica…Shall I take your coat ma’am?” 

“I think I will keep it on for a few minutes until I warm up. The weather is nasty outside.” He smiled and nodded his head, both in agreement as to the weather and to his understanding of her decision. He released the lock to the door leading into the chambers below and opened it, stepping aside almost gracefully to let her pass through and onto the small landing at the top of the stairs. 

“They are waiting for you downstairs, Miss Veronica…Enjoy” She carefully held the railing as she walked down the stairs and instinctively turned right and headed down the narrow corridor that circled the private booths. She glanced at the names carefully posted on the doors…she stopped, her breath quickened. She glanced in both directions. No one would see her if she bolted…changed her mind and fled this insidious place. But her trembling hand reached up slowly and she tapped the door softly…as if hoping no one would hear. 

The door opened slowly. “Welcome home, Pet.” That word melted away any shred of resistance she might have had…her body shivered as its implications…the tiny hammers within her ears instantly tapped out its full meaning, refreshing her mind with the protocols so important in that world she so desperately needed to be part of. She glanced up at the tall, wickedly handsome man. Her mouth trembled slightly as they formed her reply. 

“Thank you…Master.” With that single phrase she finally accepted what she was. Her bravado was gone…the cocky, spirited, black woman who had succeeded in taming the world around her…was suddenly reduced to a holding. She was a toy to be used or abused at his bidding. And while that thought nearly turned her stomach, she felt the wetness spreading between her thighs. She moved through the doorway, entering the lavishly appointed room as his Nubian Slave…not knowing when or if she could pull Ronnie back into her life. But at that moment she didn’t care. 

Seated on a large sectional sofa, facing away from the door, were four other guests. An older, yet extremely attractive couple sat in the center section. Seated at one end was a young and exotic, dark haired woman. A handsome, middle-aged man with sandy blonde hair occupied the other end. His expression was meditative…occasionally opening his eyes; he would breathe deeply, smile and close them again. It wasn’t until Jared took her arm and brought her around to meet them that she discovered there were five. Seated next to the contemplative man, was a youngish woman, her body bent over his lap, her mouth stretched around his pulsing cock. 

Veronica’s could not pull her eyes away from the lurid scene. The man sat there calmly as her head bobbed up and down…feeding on his wonderfully long and massive cock. Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked and licked the massive piece of fuck meat with a desperate hunger. His hands lay relaxed at his sides, but suddenly he gripped the cushions, his fingers digging deeply into the soft leather. She envied the woman as he spewed his hot sticky load into her hungry mouth. Finally, the pulsations ended and the woman slowly pulled her head off his wilting cock. 

When Veronica’s presence was finally noticed, the woman lifted her head and smiled weakly at her. She opened her mouth wide and turned to each and every one of those in attendance. Her mouth was filled with his cum which she displayed like some lurid trophy she could now claim. Satisfied her fame had been won; she leaned over the table and carefully deposited the hot sticky load into a champagne glass that was sitting on the coffee table encircled by the sofa. It was obviously not the first of such deposits into the glass, as hers filled the glass to nearly overflowing. “Well done,” they shouted, giving her a round of applause…”An amazing mouth,” her partner added…. quickly…their attention turned to Veronica.

“Well, now, what do we have here, Jared?” the elderly man queried. Veronica flushed them a slightly nervous smile. 

“This, my friends, is Veronica, my lovely ebony slut. And tonight is very special…she has finally agreed to become my slave.” The words hung for a moment…then were responded to with a round of kudos and applause. “From this moment forward, she will have but one purpose…and what is that my lovely whore?” He turned to Veronica and waited. Her body trembled as the realization of what was to be, but each flashing image of what that entailed only added fuel to the growing fire in her loins. Her lips slowly formed the words and as she spoke they peeled within her mind like the crack of thunder.

“My purpose is to serve you, My Master, in any way, at any time, or with anyone you so desire. I am YOUR whore, Master…perhaps a bit feisty and unruly at times, but ever obedient to your command.” She was unable to resist letting her lips form into a slight smile, but she carefully kept her eyes turned respectfully down. They all laughed at her wit and congratulated Jared for making such a prize acquisition. She knew he was pleased.

“The perfect answer, Pet. But before any further celebration, let us rid you of your coat. As I have learned, you are far more beautiful unadorned than when wearing such armor.” She unbuttoned her coat and turned away from them all arching her shoulders back and letting her arms hang motionless at her sides. Jared quickly slid her coat from her shoulders and off her arms, tossing it casually over a nearby chair. She took a small step forward, paused and slowly turned around to face her Master, likewise presenting herself to his guests. 

She was curious as to how her outfit would be received when she had purchased it. She had overestimated its ability to cover her body with any semblance of decorum, but she had not underestimated its visual effect. The fishnet body suit made no attempt to hide the wondrous form of her body as it flowed downward from its tight collar around her neck to the tip of her toes encased beautifully by her five-inch heels. For all intensive purposes, Veronica was naked save the tiny wrap-around skirt that barely covered the strategically placed cutouts framing her lush ass and freshly shaved pussy. 

Though all jaded by years of wanton behavior and self indulgence, she could hear their combined breath being sucked into their lungs as they saw her incredible body for the first time. Jared was beaming with the pride of ownership, in much the same as when he ceremoniously presented his wife with her first Rolls Royce. She was no doubt, the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen, and the reaction to her lustful body by the males was immediate…she could hear the blood pulsing through their veins as it rushed to their rapidly hardening cocks. 

Jared nodded to the woman seated at the end of the couch and she quickly got up and moved toward the bar in the corner of the room. She quickly returned with a bottle of Dom and handed it to Jared. He popped the cork and leaned to fill the remaining six glasses on the table. Veronica’s eyes widened at the thought…he couldn’t…but…as they each lifted their glasses, Jared picked up the remaining cum filled glass. He smiled with that perverse smile of his that always left her weak and trembling. She took the glass from his hand without question. “To my sweet whore,” he toasted. 

Though they pretended to focus on their glasses of bubbly, she felt their eyes fixed on her…waiting. Slowly she raised the glass to her lips. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the heady scent. “What had she become?” she screamed inwardly. But as she tilted the glass back, letting the warm, viscous liquid flow onto her tongue, her body convulsed in pleasure, not revulsion. She savored every drop of the sticky liquid, no doubt the blended seed of each man standing there. She began to gulp down the copious quantity of semen like a woman dying of spiritual thirst…finding salvation in Satan’s own blasphemous holy water. The sensual feel of it overwhelmed her, flowing down her throat into her belly. She wanted more, she needed more. Her tongue slipped into the empty glass and scoured the surface for every remaining trace of their sensual emission. 

The silence was deafening, as they stood transfixed by the wanton whore. An acutely tuned ear would only hear the throbbing of rapidly beating hearts, the flow of vaginal secretions seeping between distended labia and the sound of skin stretching tautly over blood engorged male genitalia. Her faced turned to her Master…her hand moved to the clasp of her skirt…”Master…may I?” He nodded silently and joined the others in watching his Nubian slave remove her skirt. Her cunt dripped its juices down her thighs, her dark puffy lips protruding outward in open invitation. The whore was on fire and each waited for Jared’s next move. 

He nodded towards the lusty, cock-sucking blonde who now blatantly stared at Veronica’s dark, silky smooth mound. The woman rose silently, quickly removed her own clothing and stood before the whore. “This is Alicia…” Alicia's slender arms circled the whore’s waspish waist, drawing their bodies together. Their breasts flattened against each others…hands moved to clasp trembling buttocks as their lips met. Tongues lashed out against each other in Sapphic passion as their bodies drifted slowly to the floor. Bodies twisted and melted into the other as tongues and fingers sought the inner secrets of shamelessly offered flesh. The intense power of their ravenous attacks could never be maintained for more than a few soul-altering moments. 

No one, not even Alicia’s own Master had ever reached so deeply into her soul. Veronica’s unfettered passion...her all consuming need to satisfy the depraved needs of those she served…stripped away the carefully constructed layers of deception that kept the façade of Alicia’s own submission in tact. For one moment, this very moment, the wall flexed, weakened and finally cracked, leaving her carefully nurtured discipline turned to ash as her inner fire rushed through the tiny hole. Alicia bolted up…grinding her vulva into Veronica’s mouth. Her eyes closed as her mind churned and tried to twist away from the truth. But finally, Alicia’s body betrayed the inner secrets she withheld even from herself. 

Her eyes opened, she growled and ripped away the net covering Veronica’s breasts. Her nails dug into the quivering mounds of flesh…fingers painfully pinching the whores succulent nipples…pulled and twisted them as the whore moaned into her flesh. “Drink me you filthy whore,” she screamed. “Drink meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Her body shook violently as her orgasm washed over her body and with it came a torrent of golden liquid, streaming hotly into Veronica’s open mouth, running down her neck, splashing onto her red streaked breasts. She whimpered through her tightly clenched teeth as begged the god’s to let the moment last for ever. But…as it came…it went away, and the trembling woman collapsed against Veronica’s wet body. Once again silence reigned as king. Finally, the spent woman pulled herself free and meekly crawled back to her Master. 

Veronica laid quietly, her eyes fixed on Jared’s cold; emotionless eyes…her urine covered body heaving…smoldering in abeyance…needing its own release. Her fingers moved to her dripping cunt and slowly caressed her swollen clit. She stared harder…begging him with her eyes. “Please, Master…. Please.” But Jared silently shook his head no…his lips more a snarl than a smile. Suddenly she felt a strong pair of hands pushing her legs apart. She looked up to discover Alicia’s master positioning his body between her thighs, guiding his cock into her wet folds. She closed her eyes as she felt his enormous cock slide into her body, stretching her labia to their limits. Veronica nearly came as she felt the marvelous fuck-stick fill her cunt. But she knew the punishment far outweighed the brief moment of pleasure her climax would provide. As the he began to rock his hips against her she heard Jared’s slightly amused voice. “Veronica…Please let me introduce you to Wesley………..”

 Part 2

Wesley’s immense cock stirred Veronica’s dripping cunt with slow and delicious strokes. He was too skillful, too erotic and too attentive…she was boiling. His hips rolled and churned, grinding his pelvic bone against her vulva…the huge head finding her cervix…touching it, moving it, caressing it with his silky, yet rigid flesh. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room, desperately seeking a distraction. Her eyes lighted on Terra and Adam, the couple sitting on the couch. They had managed to remove their clothing and she was seated in his lap, her back against his chest. Adam’s cock was deep inside Terra’s ass. Her hips ground back against his loins…twisting, rolling, moving with a sensual rhythm as he pumped his cock in a smooth, synchronous echo of her own motions. 

Veronica stared at the woman’s cunt, pushed open by the thick man-meat stuffed deeply inside her bowels. The pink inner lips lay back against the swollen outer lips forming an eerie and glisten Rorschach image of throbbing flesh. She raised her eyes and found them locked in the stare of the beautiful woman. Terra smiled and licked her lips with a slow sensual roll of her tongue…then winced as her lover lifted his hips and drove his cock even deeper into her ass. Her face contorted with pleasure…a soft grunt excepting her lips…her eyes, quick to roll back into her head at his powerful thrust, refocused themselves on the ebony whore that lay before her. 

Suddenly, without a word, she pushed herself off and hovered over the black whore.squatting as she spread her cheeks…bringing her red and puffy anus within inches of Veronica’s mouth. A trickle of cum oozed from the woman’s asshole, dangling from the gaping hole until its own weight pulled itself free from her ass and dripped into Veronica’s hungry mouth. She lifted her hands and placed them on the woman’s ass, spreading it even further. Lifting her head, she pushed her face between the woman’s cheeks, licking the gaping hole…probing it with her tongue…savoring the tainted fuck juice that flowed from the woman's bowels. Terra moaned and rolled forward onto her knees, pulling away from Veronica, but quickly slid back and ground her ass into the slut’s eager mouth. 

Veronica was reaching sensory overload…her cunt filled with man meat…her mouth draining the woman’s cum-filled ass…if only. As if reading her mind, Terra leaned forward and began licking the edge of her cunt where Wesley’s cock pushed into her belly. She stifled a scream as the tongue circled her clit, enflaming the taut little nub. Suddenly she felt Wesley pull his cock out completely. She almost begged him to put it back in until she felt the thick knob pushing against her own asshole 

She groaned into Terra’s oozing flesh as she felt Wesley’s cock push into her ass. She took every inch of his lust filled fuck stick until his balls were pressed against her upturned buttocks. As he pumped his cock in and out or her whore’s ass, she filled Terra’s own gaping hole with her tongue, fucking the hot bitch with her oral probe. She had all but forgotten Adam. But suddenly, his body loomed over them. He kneeled and slid his hands under Terra’s hips, lifting her away from Veronica, then pushed his slimy cock into her whore’s mouth, thrusting the cum-coated, shit streaked shaft deep into her throat. Veronica could only moan as he fucked her mouth, and the feeling of being stuffed with two cocks was overwhelming even her. She knew she needed to fight her impending orgasm, but she was losing the battle…she felt the tingling in her cunt begin to grow.

Just then Adam pulled his cock free from her mouth and rammed it into Terra’s asshole. Terra screamed as he thrust the shaft into her bowels with one powerful stroke, ripping into her anal flesh like a glowing poker. Veronica watched the shaft disappear then reappear…again and again he pummeled Terra’s ass. But just as suddenly as he had thrust his cock into Terra, he pulled it out and thrust it once again into Veronica’s open mouth. She swirled her tongue around the pulsing shaft, cleaning away the greasy streaks of Terra’s shit. God, she loved it…she loved being used…she loved being nothing more than a toilet for their depraved use …she loved being a cum sucking, piss drinking, shit eating slut. 

As Adam stuffed his cock into Terra’s ass once more, Wesley stilled for a moment. Veronica couldn’t see what was happening, but suddenly she felt warmth begin to fill her ass…my God, Wesley was pissing into her bowels. Terra screamed, as Adam began to piss into her ass. “Oh …yesssssssssssssss…fill my dirty ass with hot piss, Master.” Veronica felt the hot liquid begin to drip onto her face and hungrily opened her mouth wide. She frantically tried to catch every drop in her mouth. She felt her belly begin to swell…growing painfully tight as Wesley filled her ass with what felt like gallons of hot, steamy piss. 




Timmy Stiles Ch. 06 Pt. 1-3



“Nowwwwwwwwww,” Adam shouted, and both men pulled their cocks free. The steaming liquid exploded onto Veronica…covering her face, neck and hair with urine, shit and cum. Terra squealed as she pushed her face between Veronica’s cheeks, trying to capture the liquid shooting from Veronica’s ass in her mouth. With a scream of uncontrollable lust, Veronica came undone. She could hold back no longer and the black whore exploded in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her body convulsed with uncontrolled spasms, every nerve in her body ablaze with a lust she had never even dreamed of. Slowly her body began to slide down from the peak of her ecstasy…her mind returned to her body. 

The filthy slut trembled gently in its aftermath…her body wallowing in the pool of murky brown liquid. Terra slowly pulled herself up and stood above her, next to the others. They watched the slut writhing around, grinding herself into the filth. She looked up at Jared and whimpered softly…her eyes begging for forgiveness. He stood there, silently, smiling at the black slut as she stared at him through haze filled eyes. But she knew not to trust his smile…she had learned her lesson. His eyes pierced into hers with a look that sent a chill through her body. Finally, he spoke.

“Blanca, prepare the bitch…she is now ready.” Everyone stepped back as Bianca snapped her fingers. Two huge men, naked save for the leather hoods they wore, appeared from nowhere and moved to each end of her body. Lifting her by her hands and feet as if handling a piece of game, they silently carried her through the door following Blanca into the corridor. Veronica had no idea where they were taking her, but her mind reeled with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and a wanton need to experience what ever they had in mind. Perhaps this was the new beginning…or perhaps it was the end, but she would soon know. But one thing was certain in her mind. Her life would never be the same.

Part 3

After a journey which wound itself through the bowels of the building, a trip full of glaring overhead lights, muffled words and furtive whispers, Veronica found herself standing in a rather large shower room. Her hooded stevedores quickly disappeared, leaving her unsteady body clinging to the stainless steel bars mounted to the wall. And as quickly as her bearers had vanished, several young and totally naked women surrounded her. They moved about her silently, preparing the Nubian slave for some task unknown to Veronica. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sounds, hoping someone would whisper even the slightest clue as to what was to happen. But none was forthcoming. They executed their tasks in complete silence, communicating with nods and other silent gestures. Suddenly, she felt the flow of some warm liquid spreading over her chest. Startled, her eyes flew open to find one of the women rinsing her body with a stream of warm water flowing from a hand shower. The water felt warm and soothing. She watched the woman, calmly attending to her chore, until she felt the unmistakable texture of sponges moving over her body. 

She quickly realized she was being bathed by her other attendants and let herself enjoy the careful attention they willingly gave her soiled body. Not once square inch of her ebony skin was missed by their delicate hands. Two of the delicate nymphs carefully washed her lush body with a delightfully fragrant soap while a third managed to shampoo her hair. They lifted, turned and adjusted her body in an almost clinical way…making sure every nook and cranny was perfectly clean. The douche used to flush her vaginal cavity left her womb tingling. Even her bowels were left in a pristine condition, flooded twice with a warm clensing solution. 

The sudden end of her luxurious respite startled her almost as much as its beginning. The flow of warm water ended abruptly. Its soothing caress had lured her into a comfortable state of mind, and its sudden absence brought a sudden wave of uneasiness. But, the comfortable feelings returned as the dried her body with the softest of towels and brushed her silken hair gently as the warm air of the drier moved her hair wildly about her head. She had never been pampered…her life had been hard…but she now knew what the other half lived like. As if finally satisfied with there work, her maids in waiting stood back and smiled warmly at Veronica. Tentative fingers reached out and gently floated over her glistening skin. Smiles broadened invoking a sense of pride from within Veronica’s hardened soul. She knew without a doubt, the Master would be pleased. 

As the women basked in their common moment of self-appreciation, their apparent leader left and quickly returned with a small wooden chest. She placed it on a nearby table and opened it in a reverent manner one would expect some overwhelmed archeologist would open tabernacle of the Holy Grail. Veronica watched intently as the woman carefully removed the most exquisite silk robe she had ever seen. Pure white in color…the detail of the lace was beyond any she could imagine. With the greatest of care, she reverently slipped it around Veronica’s naked form then stepped back to take in the vision that stood before her. At that moment, their silence was broken…soft gasps of admiration escaped their lips as Veronica stood there, The pure white garment shouted out its contrast with her dark, ebony skin. She looked magnificent. No, she looked perfect. And with that realization, their sense of purpose returned…it was time. 

As she was led out of the bath area, she glanced she glanced beyond the door. Her original escorts had waited patiently for her and as she moved further into the room, they took their positions at her side. She felt the uneasiness return…how could she not react to their ominous appearance with a sense of apprehension. Their hooded faces seemed threatening, as did their muscular bodies. They did nothing to hide their obvious arousal…their hardened cocks poked lewdly from their respective groins. Any other day, she might have been tempted to take the throbbing shafts into her hands and guide them into her body. But she knew that this moment was special. I was to be perfect in every way. She dare not spoil it for her Master. 

Veronica had slowly regained her wits and a feeling of urgency began to steal into her mind. “Now,” she whispered calmly. And, as if a member of the Royal family, she took their arms as they guided her back into the dimly lit hallway. Within moments, they stood before a pair of steel doors. The hooded brute to her right moved up to it quickly and knocked on the cold surface firmly. He repeated the pattern of his knocking twice. And as if part of some lurid version of “One Thousand and One Nights,” the door opened and Veronica was led into an almost pitch black room. At what she only guessed was the center of the floor, stood a brown leather exercise horse. A single spotlight focused on the tan leather beast, its legs planted firmly, its skin glistening under the intense scrutiny…it waited patiently. 

They guided her slowly towards the silent beast, stopping just short of its ghostly form. Veronica trembled and a soft gasp escaped her lips as a cold and evil chill caressed her body. It had sensed her presence and its spirit had opened a link between woman and beast. She knew at that moment…that it would be her gallant steed on the satanic journey she was about to make. She reached out and laid her hand on his back…her soul felt his strength and her chest heaved in the rush of power that moved through her body. Strong hands guided her body against his belly…her hands lifted and held before her. Out of the darkness, other hooded brutes appeared…and with the cold and mechanical precision of Centurion guards, her body was molded and secured into the perfect offering. 

Thick irons secured her widespread feet to the floor. Her wrists, gripped tightly in slightly thinner irons, were painfully pulled forward and anchored to the floor in front of her. She trembled as she realized how totally vulnerable she was. Her supple body, bent at the hips with her arms stretched tautly in front of her…her belly pressed firmly against the back of her mount. Her lushly formed ass, arched outward and spread open and inviting, completed her presentation. She had been prepared. 

The room took on an eery silence. Veronica could hear only the beat of her heart and the raspish sound of her shallow breathing. She looked into the darkness surrounding her in a vain attempt to see even the slightest of shadows…the tiniest of hints as to what was to transpire. But the beam of light remained a shield that imprisoned her sight. Suddenly, she was surrounded by a plethora of soft, undistinguishable sounds…reminiscent of late comers slipping quietly into church or their front and center seats at the opera. And slowly…the curtain of light was lifted, revealing her small audience huddled together in a circle, whispering in private groups, their naked bodies cloaked only in a veil of nervous anticipation. A sudden flash of light hushed the nervous gallery. Beyond the ring of hedonistic humanity a dark figured appeared and pushed slowly through the circle. Within in an instant, a hooded giant stood before her captive body. Even before the deep rumbling sounds of his words reached her ears, his identity was known. “Good evening, again…Miss Veronica.”

Her breath stopped as her eyes took in the details of his powerful body. Yes, she had correctly guessed what powerful limbs had lain beneath his clothing. But nothing could have prepared her for the immensity of the phallus that hung between his muscular thighs. The tip of his flaccid cock was the size of her fist. The gleaming shaft, nearly twice the length of her sweet Timmy, swayed with his breathing…a smooth, rippling snake that slowly began to raise its angry head. 

A woman from the crowd stepped forward and knelt before the giant. She presented a bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into her hand. With sure and experienced strokes, she anointed its black length as it swelled to an even greater length and girth. When she finally pulled away, he stood there, his mammoth cock, pulsing only inches from her lovely mouth. Veronica could not help her own desire that bled through the wall of self-discipline she knew she must maintain. Her mouth opened…her tongue reaching out for a taste of the throbbing shaft of meat but a hairs breath from her lips. But John, a knowing smile forming on his lips, moved away and circled behind her. Without a word…without a moment of hesitation…without a single sign of deliberation, he lifted the hem of her robe and pressed the gleaming purple head of his cock against her crinkled anus. Veronica, her body helpless to protect itself, begged in her mind for a single shred of tenderness. But there was none…and with a single powerful thrust, it ripped into her body and drove upward into her bowels like a lance. 

Veronica screamed in a mixture of pain and fear. “My god,” she begged. “Please……….” But the blackness of the moment continued without pause. The giant grunted and pushed his loins against her ass, driving the turgid shaft further into her helpless body. Veronica was slammed against her once noble steed, his weakening legs pinned to the floor, the sounds of straining leather and metal whimpers of shame from the once proud beast. Her anal passage spasmed with the rhythm of the giants thrusting as her mind vainly tried to deny the tortuous pain that ripped through her body. Again and again, he pounded his cock into her ass, his brutal attack a betrayal of the kindness she had shown him. Her eyes closed…thoughts of gentler moments tried to force their way into the depraved moment she endured. “What have I done,” she thought. How could she have traded all the pleasure she had received from her wonderful Timmy. What could drive a woman to crave such humiliation and pain? No one could be that vile, that perverse as to truly want this. “My god, what have I become.?” Slowly, the answer came. Had the Master seen inside her soul? Had he known all along? In one moment…the answer lay at her minds door. With an imperceptible movement…an imperceptible change of mood…an imperceptible response of her body…her hips moved toward the giant.

As pain can turn to pleasure, excruciating pain must turn to excruciating pleasure. With each stroke, more and more of her body began to respond. She closed her eyes and let the flow of lust wash over her body. Slowly, the whore she truly was writhing in agonizing pleasure, reveling in the sordid moment of perfection…yes perfection. “Fuck me,” she screamed. “Fuck me forever.” The sound of her voice, awakened her from her trance of lust. The image before her startled her. “Master,” she cried out. “MY MASTER.” 

As if some magical being, he stood before her. Her eyes locked onto his…and in them she saw a purity of evilness that made her shiver in fear and desire. His naked body gleamed in the bright light. His hand held his sacred manhood in a fierce grip, pumping its hardness with a rapid fury as he stared at his slaves writhing body. Without touching...his body synched with the primal rhythms of the giant and the whore, his whore…his slave…his image of perfection. Every part of her body and soul begged for release…so close…so close…so close. Sweat poured from her body, her face contorted in the agonizing pleasure of this perfect moment. As her orgasm rushed through her body, a primal scream escaped her lips. “MAAAAAAAAASTERRRRRRRRRRRR” 

And at that moment…as the giants cum exploded into her hungry bowels…as Jared’s unholy seed spurt onto her face and tongue…as her body quaked in the power of this perfect moment…the blade moved instantly through the soft flesh of her neck. And in that instant before the darkness came to shut out the light forever…she knew…yes she knew. This moment would last forever…never to change…never to tarnish…never to lose the quintessence of its perfection.



Timmy Stiles Ch. 07



Timmy felt the sun flow over his body, waking him with a soothing warmth that masked the winter's coldness lurking just outside his window. He stretched his large frame and pushed back into the mattress...not really wanting to get out of bed...not really wanting to face another day of this seemingly endless vacation...not really wanting to spend another night alone in bed. He glanced down at the tent that had formed over his morning hardness. He laughed softly, shaking his head gently, realizing how much had changed in the past few months. From virgin to sex addict in less than five months, he thought. He reached down and grasped his hard cock, squeezing it firmly, stroking it like he had done so many times before he had met Ronnie. But it just wasn't the same. "Fuck it...I need to get laid." He released his grip and pulled himself up, turning to sit on the edge of the bed. "Thank God. Only one more week."

A hot shower and a bloodless shave left him refreshed and relaxed. He walked into the kitchen, startling his mother whose focus was centered on preparing breakfast. She quickly regained her composure and grinned at her handsome son, leaning towards him, giving him a peck on the cheek...not missing a single beat as she whisked a bowl full of eggs for scrambling. "How is my sleepy head?" she asked in her warmest motherly tone.

"Your boy is hungry as hell. Where is dad, he is usually the first one up?" Timmy reached over to pick up a piece of bacon and as expected, his mother playfully slapped his hand away from the crispy seductress. "Hey...don't I get special treatment? I am a doctor you know."

"Well you aren't a doctor yet, and besides, no one eats my bacon until I say so." They both laughed as she lovingly picked up a slice and aimed it toward his mouth. He opened wide as she laid the end over his tongue like some sort of country communion and took the other end from her hand. "Your daddy is out already...said he had some business to attend to but would be back before lunch. You know your daddy and his hot lunches." She blushed softly and giggled at the obvious innuendo. Timmy looked away quickly with, a boyish smirk on his face and gave the bacon an exaggerated crunch with his teeth. Suddenly, his mother's mood grew serious. "Hon, I have to ask...are you ever going to go see Chrissy?" Timmy nearly choked as she blurted out the words but he managed to keep every crispy morsel safely in his mouth. 

"Whoa," he gasped. "Where did that come from, mom?"

"I was just wondering. For God's sake, Hon...you know, you have to sooner or later. At least, as your generation says, for some sort of closure." Timmy knew his mother was right. It had been long enough. Whaleyville was a small town and sooner or later they were bound to run into each other. And it was probably better to get that meeting over in private. 

"Tell you what, mom. You feed me one of your famous breakfast feasts and I will seriously give it some serious consideration. A deal?" She laughed softly and kissed him on the cheek again. 

"Thanks, baby..." 

Breakfast was ready in a few minutes and Timmy wolfed it down like a starving man. He wondered what he missed more, his mother's cooking or Ronnie's pussy. "Nawwwwwwwww," he laughed to himself. As he chewed, he managed to speak occasionally. "Hey, Mom, how is Miss Thelma. I haven't seen her since I have been home. Is she doing ok?"

"She is doing fine, Hon. As a matter of fact, I was supposed to drop a few things off at her house today. If you would like, you can do it for me and visit with her for a while. I'm sure she would love to see you. " He thought for a moment and decided to make his mom happy. He knew his she bragged about him all the time to Miss Thelma. It wouldn't hurt to be the "perfect son" for a while. He grinned up at his mom over a fork full of grits and shook his head yes. She flashed him one of her "I am happy as hell smiles" and turned to pick up the phone. She started to dial, but stopped and hung up the receiver. "Surprise her, Timmy. You know how she is with her dropping in without notice. This will help even the score." She laughed...."I hope you catch her in curlers." He looked up at his mother and smiled gently...shaking his head in mock dismay. "Women," he muttered under his breath. His mother raised her eyebrow and burst into laughter.

Timmy took his time with the last few mouthfuls of his breakfast, savoring each forkful. But, as soon as he had finished, his mother handed him his coat, and pushed a box into his arms while guiding him towards the front door. "Geeze, Mom. You trying to get rid of me...have a hot date or something?" His mother blushed slightly then winked. 

"I just have to get started on lunch." She giggled softly. I don't want your father to have to wait." They both laughed at her openness and she gave him a gentle shove toward the door. "You get and have a good time, Hon...and don't forget our deal." She looked at the scowl her remark brought forth and shot one back at him. "Promise?" She waited until he slowly nodded his head yes. She smiled and kissed his cheek. 

As Timmy drove over to Miss Thelma's house, he thought about the changes that had occurred in his life. He realized that he had moved on in somewhat of a short fashion after Chrissy, not in any small way, due to Ronnie. He really didn't understand how he felt towards his Nubian fantasy, but there was a bond between them. It was more than the sex. Although, there was no denying that sex was a large part of their relationship. Perhaps if he had not been so stupid with Chrissy...had he taken her to his bed...none of this would have happened. He also realized that his mother was right. He should go see her. Perhaps they could at least be friends. 

He pulled up in front of Miss Thelma's and walked up the familiar stone path to the front door. He knocked twice but she didn't answer. He thought about leaving, but he had noticed her car parked along the side of the house and finally let himself in. As he moved through the living room, he sensed that things were different. The place was in shambles, somewhat like the morning after a party at the frat house. A strong and familiar odor wafted through his nostrils. He almost laughed out loud as he recognized the pungent and unmistakable smell of cannabis. :"My, my," he thought. He made his way into the kitchen, discovering a plethora of mostly empty whiskey bottles and dirty glasses. He made a space on the counter with one hand while balancing the box in the other then set it down. 

"Can I help you?" The unfamiliar voice startled him and he turned quickly. If the voice had unnerved him, what filled his eyes left him breathless. There stood nearly six feet of ebony pulchritude barely covered with a loosely fitting shirt, open completely save for a single button at the bottom. Amazingly, the garment managed to cover all the strategic places while indicating she was completely naked beneath the silvery blue material. She stood there silently, her as behind her back, as she waited for him to reply. Finally he managed to regain his composure and his voice.

"I'm Timmy...Timmy Stiles, a friend of Miss Thelma's." His words seemed to instantly erase any concerns she might have had and she took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh of relief. It was hard not to notice that her deep breath pushed her huge breasts outward and strained the front of her shirt. His eyes were riveted to her thick nipples, clearly outlined for that brief moment, until her soft laugh drew his eyes upward. 

"I guess I won't be needing this," she stated, her words mixed with a soft laughter that was almost musical. She brought her hands around in front of her, exposing the fireplace iron gripped tightly in her right hand. They both burst into laughter. "Hi, I'm Shauntay and I am delighted to finally meet the man in Thelma's life." She grinned at Timmy with a smile that melted his awkwardness away completely. "You do know she talks about you incessantly." Once again that melodic laughter filled the room. 

Timmy took the moment to take in the details of her face and figure. She didn't seem the least bit concerned that she was nearly naked in front of a stranger. She was relaxed and confident, almost tauntingly poised as his eyes moved over her body. Her figure had that fullness of Ronnie's lush body. She was a bit thicker at her hips and amazingly her breasts were even larger. Her great height only added to the visual impact her body made. Her face was flawlessly beautiful, full pouty lips, delicate features and sparkling eyes. Timmy realized he needed to divert his thoughts quickly as he felt that tingling in his loins as he cock began to swell. It had been too long, he thought. "Where is she," he asked quickly. 

"She should be getting up in a few minutes. Do you want me to wake her?"

"That's OK...I can wait, or I could come back later." It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he didn't want to leave. He knew he should, but he couldn't seem to make the decision. He waited for her response.

"Don't be silly," she stated matter of faculty. "Let me get you something to drink...I'm sure they didn't drink everything." She laughed as she scanned the kitchen counter. "That is if it isn't too early for you, being only eleven?" Timmy thought for a second...Normally it would be too early, but he had a feeling he could use a stiff drink, if anything, only to calm his nerves. 

"Sure, why not?" he proffered. 

"Good. Why don't you take a seat in the living room? I will fix us up something special to get us both started. I know I could use something creative," she confessed with a curious grin. Timmy smiled back and moved towards the living room taking a seat on Thelma's huge overstuffed sofa, pleasantly sinking into the soft cushions. A few moments later, Shauntay appeared with two tall icy glasses full of a greenish-yellow liquid. She handed him one and sat next to him. She noticed Timmy studying the contents and quipped, "Cardasian Rum laced with Klingon brandy." Her Star Trek reference impressed him enough to not further question her bartending skills so he raised his glass to hers and after clinking her glass lightly, took a large gulp of the mysterious beverage. 

"Hey," he blurted out in a rather surprised tone. "This stuff is delicious. Really, what is it?" He watched her eyes become a bit nervous then quickly return to their confident and piercing appearance. 

"A sex potion...that ok with you?" She laughed and took another sip of her drink. He was beginning to like this intriguing creature. She was bold...brassy...and captivatingly beautiful. He shamelessly let his eyes lower themselves to her chest...The shirt had opened much further exposing her huge breasts dangerously close to her nipples. One little movement and those thick, pebbly fields of dark flesh would appear. When his eyes finally returned to her face, her smile told him instantly that she didn't mind his boldness at all.

"Well, hell. A love potion, eh? I guess I should drink up." Timmy tilted the glass back and drank nearly half of the drink without pausing. "Ahhhhhhhhh...I can feel it working it's magic." He grinned, though strangely he was beginning to feel different. He also noticed Shanty's eyes seemed to have become glassy...and the distance between them had closed significantly. He thought about putting the drink down, but as if something had stripped his mind of its inhibitions, he instead brought the glass to his lips and finished it completely. "Fuck it," he murmured, "It's bound to be twelve o'clock somewhere." He laughed at his own remark, not noticing his language was rather coarse. He just didn't seem to care. Abruptly, she stood up and leaned over to take his hand. 

"Come on," she whispered, "Let's go wake Thelma up." He gazed into her eyes for a moment, and then looked down. He was right.... just one little movement...her huge breasts hung there. Her nipples covered nearly a third of her ebony mounds...the tips...thickened with her own desire...were as thick as his little finger. He reached out to cup the swaying mounds of flesh but she playfully slapped his hands away. "Come on, let's go get find Thelma..." He pulled him up and led him upstairs. He moved on unsteady feet as did she, but they finally managed to wend their way to Thelma's bedroom. She pushed the door open and pulled him in. 

Timmy wasn't prepared for what he saw. For some reason, he had expected to actually find her in curlers. He laughed to himself. He also realized that he hadn't bolted out of the room in embarrassment. Instead, he gazed at the ripe woman sleeping soundly on the bed. Her naked body gleamed in the afternoon sun as the rays bounced across her skin. His cock began to harden as his eyes moved over her lush body. He felt Shauntay's hands grip his shirt and pull it upward. There was no resistance from Timmy, he simply lifted his arms and let the wondrous Nubian strip him of his shirt. He leaned back against her bare breasts relishing in the sensual feel of her flesh against his her hands moved around him and unbuckled his belt. Her adept hands quickly unsnapped his jeans and drew his zipper down. He felt her kneel behind him then realized she was untying his shoes. He lifted one foot, then another obediently letting her take charge as she removed them from his feet. Wordlessly, she gripped the waistband of his jeans and stripped them down to his ankles, taking his briefs along with them. 

Timmy Stiles was now naked, standing at the side of Miss Thelma's bed. His cock throbbed achingly as he looked down at the thick black woman. His eyes feasted on her pendulous breasts...her swollen belly...her thick and meaty thighs. Something had transformed her from Miss Thelma...his adopted aunt...his second mother...his safe haven during his youth, to a woman he needed to fuck like a common whore. "Wake up Sugar." Shauntay's words broke the eerie silence. "I brought us a surprise." Thelma opened her eyes slowly. She glanced up and smiled at Timmy, her eyes mimicking that glassy stare that had replaced the sparkle in Shauntay's eyes...and surely his own. 

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Timmy...Timmy...Timmy, My sweet boy. Come to me boy." She reached out and grasped his hips, drawing him towards her face, her mouth open wide, her tongue licking her lips. "Feed Mama that gorgeous cock...I am so hungry." He arched his hips toward her hungry mouth and moaned as her thick, wet lips closed around his pulsing shaft. The feel of her warm mouth was overwhelming to the boy. Her mouth was different...desperate with need...feeding on his flesh like a starved animal. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him tighter, forcing his huge cock deep into her throat. Instinctively his hips began to pump. 

Suddenly he became aware of another set of hands, moving slowly down his back. They guided him up onto the bed, his knees straddling Thelma's head. He felt his cheeks being spread and the wetness of a tongue moving down the crack of his ass. He gasped as the wet probe pushed up into his rectum, swirling around, wetting the tight hole with her saliva. His hips moved faster. His pleasure began to rise to that wondrous peak and his much needed release. Sensing motion to his side, he glanced towards the wall. He smiled as he watched his cock move in and out of Thelma's mouth. Shauntay had stripped her magnificent body and was kneeling between her open thighs, her tongue buried deep in his ass. The pleasure was agonizing. 

Shauntay moved her body upward, her huge breasts sliding over his back, the silky feel of her flesh adding to the erotic picture flooding his brain with wanton sensations piled on each other. Suddenly he froze...his eyes widened...there was no way. In utter disbelief he watched Shauntay grasp the immense shaft of throbbing meat between her thighs. His entire body stiffened as he felt her press the tip against his moistened anus. Oh my god, he screamed silently. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." The pain was searing as he felt the thickness push into his ass. Those strong hands gripped his shoulders as "she" pushed her cock swiftly up into his bowels. 

Where was the anger...where was the violent reaction to this violation...where was the strength he needed to fend off this humiliating assault. At that moment...he reacted. His earth shattering scream of pleasure filled the house as he pushed his ass back into the monstrous cock penetrating his virgin ass. He moaned in raw ecstatic pleasure as his own orgasm crashed into the myriad of lustful sensations flooding the tangled bodies rutting on the bed. His seed spewed from the tip of his cock into Thelma's hungry mouth. Her lips clenched it...sucking the copious ropes of cum from his spurting cock. This act fueled the raging fires still unquenched. Thelma's body arched up off the bed as her climax washed over her body. Shauntay's deep grunting and growling muffled the wet sounds of her fingers pumping wildly in and out of her oozing cunt. A loud chime thundered across the quiet town reminding all of God's watchful eye...a fitting though ironic punctuation mark to the pulsations of Shauntay's huge shaft spewing forth the heady streams of hot sticky cum into Timmy's cock sucking ass. And as the ebb of sperm ebbed to a trickle...as the flow of vaginal juices waned...as forbidden pleasures slipped into the darkness...their bodies collapsed into a pool of sweat, flesh and the liquids of sex... 

...Toby Weston tried to ignore the disrupting peel of those sacred bells that hung so proudly in Saint Bart's looming tower. His tongue pushed deeply into Chrissy's sweet and slippery cunt. He couldn't help but notice the strange taste that lingered on his tongue. It couldn't be, he hoped...not the seed of another man. She had promised to wait for him this sunny day. His tongue pushed in further and Chrissy's hips rose up to meet his mouth. She gripped his head frantically as she ground her dripping flesh against his mouth. Her passion diverted his attention from his egocentric concerns. In any case, did he really care? As long as she spread her lovely thighs for him, what did it matter? His tongue moved down between her lush cheeks...and as his oral probe pushed up into her tightly puckered ring, he forgot everything else that existed in his universe...

...Becky Stiles almost chuckled as her tongue swirled around the head of her husband's massive cock. How many times had she tasted the sweet nectar of another woman, longingly clinging to his powerful manhood, fresh from his morning "business" errands. She smiled inside, aware of how crushed he would be, knowing how she cherished the pungent taste. But this one was special. She was not someone new. She had tasted her before. And somehow she knew she was young. Somehow she knew she was beautiful. Somehow she knew she was magical. A woman senses these things. She would bring this newest prey to her lair. It was all part of the game. This game was part of the deep secret she kept within her sophistic soul. And a game Becky had refined over many years. She discovered that each taste was unique, with subtle differences that could betray the identity of their mistress to a sensitive mouth. Some were still faceless and nameless while others were now memories of moments she had enjoyed in her own lusty forays from her marital bed. This one had drawn her husband to her adulterous bed again and again, a rare feat She would find this woman. She wanted this woman. She would have this woman...

...Finally, the twelfth tone of God's clock marked high noon for yet another Saturday in Whaleyville. And all God's children said...Amen.