20 comments/ 40245 views/ 72 favorites The Studly Duckling By: markydaysaid "Elliot, another A+. Good Work. Lee, another A+ also. Good work," Mrs. Claudia Cummings recited in a bored, uninterested tone. Those would be the only two A+ grades that she'd be giving out that day. The rest of the tests in the stack she was handing back to her students was a depressing assortment of F grades, D grades, the occasional C, and a rare B. Elliot Gate and Lee Kwon were Mrs. Cummings two best students. Thier attendance was perfect, their grades were perfect, they were both very polite, they never caused her any trouble, and they never bullied the other students. Elliot wasn't an unattractive boy, being blonde and blue-eyed, but whatever handsome features he had were buried under a layer of baby-fat that had never burned off, even in his puberty. Lee was the polar opposite, being rail-thin and always crouched over with poor posture. They were nerds. Geeks. Dweebs. Frankly, they were the only two students in Mrs. Cummings senior class who didn't fit in with the rest of the sexy sluts, macho studs, and teenage psychopaths who made up most of the school's student body. Unfortunately for Elliot and Lee, none of that mattered at all to the salacious Mrs. Cummings, who much preferred her students who were a little more . . . 'exciting.' Mrs. Cummings swaggered through the rows of desks in her tight blouse, tighter skirt, and with her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly against the linoleum floor. At a ripe thirty-one years of age, Mrs. Cummings was a buxom, big-assed woman at the peak of her sexuality, and the horny housewife wasn't getting a proper fucking at home, which left her to shamelessly hunt for fuck-buddies amongst the hormone-saturated students of her school. She wasn't shy about it either. Her skirt was so short that when she bent over in front of the class (which she did often and conspicuously) the skirt would ride up her ass and reveal her skimpy thong panties, which were usually damp. She always had her blouse unbuttoned so far down that her cleavage hung out like a balcony, and more than half of her lacey bra was exposed. Mrs. Cummings was on the hunt for hard, young cock. There were many candidates to pick from, and Mrs. Cummings bit her lip as she toured the rows of desks, admiring the young, hard bodies of her students, as a tigress might amongst deer. Most of the male students she was considering were jerks, assholes, macho studs, borderline rapists, and bullies, but that was exactly the kind of man that made Claudia Cummings' pussy wet. There were several female students who had been drawing her interest lately as well, girls who sat in the front row wearing miniskirts, who didn't cross their legs or always wear panties. Mrs. Cummings thought it was a little strange that she found herself lusting after these perky little eighteen year old sluts (she had never been bisexual before) but when the urges came she didn't resist them. Her high school had already suffered a dozen sex-scandals this semester alone, usually between a teacher and a student (or several students), and none of them resulted in any exclusions or terminations. No one really cared. Any parent who had a sexy child and still let them attend Wet Valley High School was essentially compliant with the very, very, very likely possibility of them getting their brains fucked out by their teacher, coach, principal, or bus-driver. The female student who had been getting most of Mrs. Cummings attention recently was Candy, Elliot's half-sister, who was almost the exactly same age as her geeky brother, and despite having the same father, the same blonde hair, and the same blue eyes, they couldn't have looked more different. Candy was the most delicious little slut in Mrs. Cummings class, if not the entire school. Being a cheerleader and acrobat gave her a lithe, athletic body that looked almost too good to be real, and despite having a thin frame, her breasts were quite large. Candy's long, toned legs were completely bare, as was her toned stomach and lower back. Candy wore the school's cheerleading uniform, an outfit that was becoming increasingly provocative and skimpy every passing year. This year the cheerleading uniform was was little more than a tiny sleeveless top that barely covered their breasts without exposing under-cleavage, and a skirt so short that it left the bottom of their asses exposed. Unbelievably, the thong panties Candy was wearing were part of the uniform. Granny-panties were not allowed. "Candy Gate. Another D-," Mrs. Cummings said, slapping the test down on Candy's desk like it was a piece of garbage. Mrs. Cummings had barely resisted saying "you little retard" right to Candy's face, but Mrs. Cummings did a splendid job of showing her contempt through her expressive body language, mostly by thrusting her breasts in Candy's face. Candy just giggled a blew a big, pink bubble with her gum, smiling up at Mrs. Cummings condescending face. The sexual tension had been building between them for weeks, and they both knew it was about to burst. "Maybe . . . like . . . I don't know . . . I can stay after class and earn some . . . like . . . extra credit," Candy smirked, talking in her nasally, bratty valley-girl way. Mrs. Cummings' panties were so wet she could have used them to put out a fire. "That sounds . . . excellent." Mrs. Cummings went to the next desk. "Johnny Beretta. Another F. Maybe you should stay after class with Candy help her earn some . . . 'extra credit.'" By now it was clear to everyone in the classroom that the only 'extra credit' that Mrs. Cummings was looking for was the kind she could have sex with. Johnny Beretta was the school bad-boy, a bully, an alpha-asshole, a conspicuous drug-dealer, a talented muscison, an amatuar tatoo-artist, and also the biggest pussy-slayer around. Rumors of Johnny's sexual prowess were legendary, and most of the school's female population fell into one of two camps: those who had gotten fucked by him, and those who WANTED to get fucked by him. "Yeah . . . sure . . . whatever," Johnny said, crumpling up his failed test into a paper ball, and throwing it into a small wastebasket at the other end of the room. # "Holy shit, dude. Your sister is soooooo fucking hot!" Lee Kwon said as he unbuckled his belt to fish out his little penis. "Half-sister," Elliot said, as if that made it okay that he was spying on her while masterbating with his best friend. Elliot was too shy to actually whip his dick out like Lee was doing, but he probably should have. It was very uncomfortable masterbating in his pants, considering that his cock was actually quite substantial in size and girth. He was easily as big or bigger than any stud in school, but most people wouldn't have guessed. Elliot didn't act like a man with such a huge pipe usually did. Most men let their confidence grow to be ten times the size of their dicks, whereas Elliot's confidence wasn't a tenth of his dick's length. Elliot and Lee were hiding in the bushes by the windows that looked into Mrs. Cummings classroom. School had ended just twenty minutes before, but the action inside was just getting started. Mrs. Cummings had Candy and Johnny sit down, and she paced around them pretending to admonish them for their poor grades. As she strutted around though, she was popping the buttons of blouse open, one by one, slowly and with erotic purpose. Mrs. Cummings leaned into Candy's face and said something to her, but that only word Elliot could make out was "slut." Then Mrs. Cummings kissed Candy, and it wasn't a cute little peck either. Mrs. Cummings shoved her tongue into Candy's mouth and scrooped it around like she was licking the last bit of ice-cream out of a cone. Johnny had the smuggest smile on his face as he stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out already hard and erect, and both women giggled like horny sluts when they saw it. Johnny was huge, and if the graffiti around the girl's locker-room was to be believed, he was the biggest boy in school. Elliot couldn't help but notice that as big as Johnny was though, his cock was at least an inch shorter than his own. Of course, no one would ever believe that unless Elliot were to actually show his dick to someone, and he was too shy to do that. Mrs. Cummings dove down on Johnny's cock like she was poisoned and his cum was the antidote. The experienced whore had no trouble taking his full cock down her throat, and she throat-fucked him so hard that his balls slapped against her chin. She must have been holding her breath though, because after a minute she popped off and began choking, gagging, and heavy up mouthfuls of spit. Candy didn't hesitate to take her teacher's place, and although she could only take about half of Johnny's length she still sucked him like her life depended on it. Candy struggled to undress without letting him out of her mouth, and she practically tore her little skirt off and clumsily pulled her thong panties down to her ankles. Johnny pulled his cock out of Candy's mouth, and then slapped her in the face so hard with it that she was knocked to the floor. Elliot couldn't imagine any girl enjoying being cock-slapped like that, but Candy seemed to love it. She erupted in gleeful laughter even though her lip was bleeding a little, and she crept under Johnny's legs so she could lick his balls. "Holy shit, your sister's so fucking hot," Lee was whimpering, flogging his little penis so fast that he was almost punching himself. "She . . . she's just going for it! Fuck! What i wouldn't give to have her crawling under me like that." Candy's sexy ass wiggling in the air as she licked Johnny's balls was like something out of a boy's wildest wet-dream, but for Johnny this was just another Friday. Elliot honestly couldn't remember a single week going by since Johnny turned eighteen that he hadn't been caught fucking some student, teacher, or member of the PTA in the parking lot, janitor's closet, or principal's office. Johnny let both Candy and Mrs. Cummings take turns sucking his cock until it was literally drooling with spit, and then he picked Mrs. Cummings up off the floor as if the 150lbs woman didn't weigh more than a baby. He dropped her big ass on the desk, and then literally ripped the blouse off her buxom chest like it was made of tissue paper. He snapped her bra off like it was a rubber band, and it pushed her panties aside so he could sink his huge cock deep into her hot, wet, swollen pussy. "AAAAAGH! FUCK! FUCKE ME!" Mrs. Cummings screamed so loud the windows rattled. Johnny fucked her so hard and fast that her breasts slapped up into her face, and within seconds the unfulfilled housewife was exploding with cum. Orgasm after orgasm erupted within her as Johnny fucked her through an nonstop ten minutes of sexual climax. When she finally came down Mrs. Cummings was almost unconscious, and her curvy legs were shaking almost epileptically. Johnny pulled out, and the comatose. Mrs. Cummings fell to the floor like a wet sack of shit, still shaking from the aftershock of her explosive orgasm, and her pussy leaking like a slice of watermelon. Candy took her spot almost immediately and spread her legs wide open like only an acrobatic cheerleader could, but Johnny didn't want more pussy. He grabbed Candy by her slender little waist, spun her over, and pushed his huge cock against her tight little anus. "Be . . . be gentle," Candy whimpered. Johnny just laughed and split her ass open until she was screaming and whimpering with orgasmic submission. He fucked her so hard the desk slid across the floor, and when he was finished her let Candy's dazed, spasming body fall on top of Mrs. Cummings, and he showered them both with cum. "Fuck! I can't hold it!" Lee said, and he began squirting a small ejaculation of cum against the wall. "Me-me-me too," Elliot whimpered in a clumsy panis to pull his dick out, but he was too slow, and his explosive orgasm unloaded a cup's worth of sticky spunk down his left pant-leg. "HEY! What the fuck are you faggots doing!" Johnny yelled down at them, his naked body leaning out of the window, his muscular chest dripping with sweat. Elliot was so mortified that he couldn't move, but Lee tried to make a run for it, forgetting that his pants were around his ankles, and he fell face first to the ground with his bare ass sticking up. Johnny rolled his eyes, momentarily considering if these two geeks were worth his time, and eventually he decided that they were. He lept out of the window and proceeded to kick both of the nerds' asses until they begged him to stop. Candy leaned out the window naked, sticky with cum, and giggled her ass off at the sight of her brother getting the snot beaten out of him by her favorite stud. It wasn't until Mrs. Cummings came outside (wearing nothing but her high heels and panties) that Johnny stopped, and she was only able to break up the fight by coaxing the violent boy back inside for some more hot sex. Johnny had to vent all his testosterone fueled rage on something, and Mrs. Cummings preferred that it be her pussy that took the punishment instead of her students' faces. Johnny took Mrs. Cummings back inside for round two, and he let Elliot and Lee to crawl away. # "What happened to you boys?" Lee's mother, Kimberly Kwon gasped when she saw her son and his best friend limping their way home. "We . . . um . . . got in fight," Lee said, which was true. "There were . . . like . . . five of them," which was a lie. Elliot and Lee were accustomed to being bullied because of their superior grades and geeky hobbies, but they hadn't actually gotten the shit beaten out of them like this in a while, and admitting that they both got their asses handed to them by one macho asshole was just too humiliating. "Well get inside, and I'll get the first-aid kit," Mrs. Kwon said, getting up from her gardening and jogging inside. Kimberly had been gardening in her front yard, kneeling in the soil, and sweating profusely in the heat of the May sun. She wasn't wearing much either, partly because of the heat, but mostly because Kimberly Kwon had an easy-going sort of innocence, and she didn't understand how absolutely, cock-hardening, mouthwatering, pussy-wettening sexy she was. Kimberly Kwon was wearing a white tank-top that was pathetically undersized for her big, round, full, mammoth breasts, and it was almost completely transparent from her sweat, leaving her erect nipples clearly visible. Her athletic, slightly wide waist was totally bare, and her wrecking-ball of an ass was covered by nothing but a tiny pair of cutoff shorts that left her firm cheeks spilling out. Her long, messy black hair was tied up in a bun, but several long strands of hair clung to her sweaty, beautiful Asian face. Elliot leered after Lee's mother with such intense longing that he almost dropped his friend on the ground. "Dude . . . I think you've got a hard-on," Lee said, trying to look away from Elliot's crotch. Elliot looked down and realized why he felt so tense. There was a thick bulge in his pants that ran down his left leg and almost reached the knee. It looked like he was smuggling a giant sausage in his pants, but the more unimaginable reality was that he just had a huge fucking cock. "Sorry dude. Your mom is just so . . . so . . so-" "Yeah. I know," Lee grumbled. Every bully who had ever kicked his ass, every girl who sneered at him, every asshole teacher who had ever taught him, and every false-friend who had pretended to like him had all been obsessed about repeating one obvious fact about Lee's life: just how unimaginably spank-worthy his big-tittied mother was. Elliot has been drooling over Mrs. Kwon for years. She was his favorite fantasy, the single muse that he masterbated to every night, and his personal paragon of sexuality. Elliot even had his first orgasm because of Mrs. Kwon. He had come over to their house to sleep over for the weekend, and because Elliot had been riding his bike he had beaten Lee there by almost a half-hour. Mrs. Kwon hadn't been expecting anyone that early, and when Elliot walked his bike into their backyard he found Mrs. Kwon sitting at the edge of the bubbling hot-tub. She was completely naked, with hot water dripping down her huge breasts and off her erect nipples, and she was ramming a huge, loud, industrial-strength vibrator in and out of her pussy like she was making whip cream in it. By the time she noticed Elliot standing there it was too late for both of them, and her pussy exploded like a gushing geyser of female ejaculation, and Elliot creamed his pants so hard that he actually fainted. Lee hated the way literally everyone lusted after his kind, innocent, lonely mother (she hadn't had sex since his father died), but he never resented his friend Elliot for his crush. Elliot had never been anything but polite to his mother, and he always did his best not to let Lee feel awkward about the fact that he was the son of a living sex-goddess. "C'mon buddy. Let's get patched up," Elliot said, helping Lee inside. # Mrs. Kwon took Lee and Elliot to separate bathrooms. Their house had three bathrooms, but the largest was the one connected to the master-bedroom, where Kimberly kept all her vibrators and pornograhic DVDs (despite being kind and innocent, Kimberly had the libido of a bunny hopped up on cocaine, and it was a well circulated rumor around the neighborhood that she could masterbate all night long). The remaining two bathrooms were barely large enough to fit two people, so Elliot just sat on the toilet and waited for Mrs. Kwon to finish cleaning Lee's wounds and come for him. Elliot took deep breaths trying to calm himself down, but the huge erection that was threatening to rip his pants open wasn't going anywhere. Elliot had the unfortunate luck of sitting in front of a wall of pictures of the last vacation Mrs. Kwon and her late husband had taken to the South Pacific, and in almost all of them Mrs. Kwon was wearing nothing more than a skimpy neon-green bikini, the bottoms of which were swallowed up by her generous buttocks, reducing it to a tiny thong. Although she wasn't nude in any of them it was clear that she was at a nude beach, because in the background of almost every picture there were topless women in the surf, and in one picture a sexy young woman wearing nothing but a necklace was serving Mrs. Kwon a margaretta. Elliot didn't want to embarrass Lee's mother by making her clean his wounds while he had a baseball-bat sticking up from his crotch, so he quickly resolved to 'alleviate' his condition. Elliot tugged his pants down and let his meaty lamppost slap against his chest. Elliot needed both hands to get a good handle on the ridiculous thing, and frankly he could have used a few more. Elliot jacked himself like a 19th century milkmaid churning butter, his eyes glued to the pictures of Mrs. Kwon in her skimpy green bikini, relaxing like a goddess in paradise. He imagined himself there, in a different body, laying next to her in the sand, undressing her, and inserting himself into her as the warm waves of the sea crashed over their thrusting bodies. "Elliot!!" Mrs. Kwon yelped as she suddenly walked into the bathroom, finding Elliot strangling his anaconda. "Ki-Ki-Ki-Kimbe-FUCK!" Elliot whined, and his bulbous cockhead nearly split in half as he blasted a sticky torrent of spunk into the air. Thick ropes of cum rained back down on him, hitting himself in the face and covering his chest, but a few wild strands hit the wall, coating images of Mrs. Kwon, and one lucky squirt of cum made it all the way to Mrs. Kwon herself, landing across her jutting breasts. Elliot's orgasm lasted an eternity, and by the time it was over he was left panting, sweating, and feeling as if he was a pound lighter. The Studly Duckling Mrs. Kwon's expression was a bewildered mixture of shock and awe, as if she'd just discovered a new species, or witnessed an act of olympic athletism. Her mouth hung open in a big circle, but the edges of it curled upward in a bemused smile. "Elliot . . . wow . . . feeling better I guess?" Kimberly chuckled. "Um . . . um . . . um," Elliot began to grow bright red. Kimberly hushed him. "Don't be embarrassed Elliot. I know what it's like for boys your age. Young, hung, and full of cum. Lee's father was like that when he was eighteen. If I didn't milk him at least twice a day he'd get so backed up with spunk that it'd ooze out of his ears. God . . . I miss that man." As Kimberly talked she unconsciously reached for a box of tissues and was inches from actually cleaning Elliot's cock off herself, but then she realized what she was doing, stopped, and laughed. "Feel free to take a shower," she said. "Since it's Friday you can sleep over. I'll call your mom." "Step-mom," was all the mortified Elliot could say. Kimberly smiled and left, leaving Elliot sitting on the toilet with his towering cock still diamond-hard. He took the shower Kimberly suggested and jerked off until his spunk nearly clogged the drain. It wasn't until an hour later that he was flaccid enough to fit back into his pants, and he went to play video-games with Lee. # The next morning Elliot headed home. He and Lee lived less than a mile from each other, but walking even a short distance was made exponentially harder by having a huge boner stuffed in your pants. No amount of masterbation was going to get rid of the broom-handle he had jutting from his waste, not when Kimberly Kwon was around. Elliot was tired. He had barely gotten any sleep thanks to Lee's nova-hot mother. He and Lee had played video-games until about midnight, and he had been ready to fall asleep after that, but he was woken by the sound of hot, frustrated, feminine moans. The house was echoing with the unmistakable sound of macho grunting and obnoxious squeals that could have only come from hardcore pornography, and over it was the familiar buzzing of Kimberly's massive vibrator. Elliot couldn't help but investigate, and when he saw that Kimberly had left the door to her bedroom cracked open he felt drawn to it, even though the shame of being reduced to a Peeping Tom twice in one day was almost too much to bear. The air pouring out of Kimberly's room was hot, humid, and thick with the smell of wet pussy. Elliot's goddess was laying on her bed, her legs spread wide open, her hands working over her breasts and wet pussy with desperate need. The only light in the room came from the screen of her television, on which a massive black man was sexually destroying two petite blonde white girls. The electric light of the television washed over Kimberly's body, making her jiggling breasts and strong legs glow white and blue. She was whimpering so loudly that it sounded as though she were in pain, and when the money-shot finally occurred on screen, Kimberly practically punched her clit until she came. Her orgasm slammed into her like an earthquake, and her pussy popped like a water-balloon. She was struck almost unconscious by it, and for several minutes she just writhed on the bed, grinding her voluptuous form into her damp mattress, grinding her swollen cunt against a pillow. After a good while, Kimberly finally reached for her remote, and with a shaking hand she turned off her television and went to sleep. # When Elliot got home he went around back, hoping he could get to his room without having to run into anyone, but his half-sister Candy was tanning her succulent little body by the pool, wearing nothing but a tiny pink thong. Her bikini top was on the cement a few feet away, discarded like a piece of trash. "Did you and your faggot friend have fun peeping on me and Johnny yesterday?" Candy asked, stretching her long, athletic body and moaning happily. She was sprawled out like a spoiled, hedonistic cat. "You, Johnny, and Mrs. Cummings," Elliot grumbled. "It was Lee's idea." "Whatever." "You know a teacher can get fired just for flirting with a student, let alone fucking them." Candy leaned up and pulled her sunglasses off. She wanted Elliot to see just how contemptuous she was of him. "Must be frustrating, being the only boy in school not getting pussy. Well, you and Lee Ching-Chong Ding-Dong. Don't get any stupid ideas about ratting out Claudia-" "You're on a first name basis with Mrs. Cummings-" "Shut up," Candy snapped. "You think that was the first time Claudia and Johnny have fucked? you think Claudia hasn't been fucking every jock with a big enough dick to fill her fat pussy? You think I haven't been fucking every teacher in school to keep my GPA where it is?" Elliot fumed. It wasn't the rampant sex in his school that he hated the most. It was the hypocrisy. He worked hard to get good grades. He studied, researched, and went far beyond the expectations of his mediocre teachers, and yet his GPA was only slightly higher than Candy's, who was so retarded she could barely spell her own name. Candy sucked, fucked, fingered, licked, spat, and blackmailed her way to where she was, all of which were things she enjoyed doing anyway. "Let me tell you something, 'little' bro," (Elliot was actually two months older than her), "no one gives a shit. No one gives a shit about you, your grades, or those boring science-fairs you always win. People care about sports. People care about music. People care about knowing who is fucking who, and who is the most popular. That's the real world. Big dicks, hot pussies, sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. Go fuck yourself." Candy got up and dove into the pool, her perfect body gliding through the warm water like a sexual shark. She might have been dummer than the dildos she fucked herself with, but Candy was a champion athlete, and she'd already gotten several hefty scholarship offers because of her cheerleading, acrobatics, and swimming. Elliot was humiliated when he learned that her sports scholarships were worth more than the ones he got with his grades. "Jesus. You're being a bigger bitch than usual today," Elliot grumbled, sticking his feet in the pool. "What crawled up your ass?" Candy groaned. "Mom. She's keep taking my shit." "Like what? Your clothes?" Candy snorted. "As if her fat tits would ever fit in my tiny clothes. No. She keeps stealing my boys." # Elliot understood what his sister meant when he went inside the house. The first thing he saw was his mother's clothes strewn about the floor (including a g-cup bra and a pair of panties soaked with pussy-juice), mixed with a tight pair of jeans and t-shirt that looked uncomfortably familiar. The door to his step-mother's room was wide open, and from it was coming the panicked, animalistic screams of a woman getting her brains fucked out by a young stud less than half her age. Nothing about this was especially unusual for Carmen Gate. In fact, this was a pretty typical Saturday for the biggest whore in town. Carmen and Elliot's father James had a very, very open marriage. This meant that when he was out of town for weeks at a time travelling for business Carmen was free to hunt the hard young cocks of the town like the primal cougar she was, and James was free to pulverize all the tight Asian pussy he could while in Thailand, or Vietnam, or wherever he was travelling. Elliot's parents had apparently met at an orgy that Carmen had been hosting, back when she was married to her ex-husband. Elliot didn't know the full story (he didn't want to) but most of the town did, because most of his friends parents had been there. His father James, his mother Patricia, and the dominatrix Carmen McLeod got along like gangbusters, and began a hot, intense, dramatic affair that lasted for years. James and Patricia got married, and Carmen came along on the honeymoon. Elliot and Candy were born only two months apart, but it would be years before James bothered to get the paternity test to prove she was his. Patricia died suddenly when Elliot was ten, but before she did she gave James and Carmen her blessing, and they got married not a month after Patricia's passing. Elliot . . . hated . . . Carmen, and the only delight she seemed to get from their relationship was torturing and humiliating him. Drawn by morbid curiosity more than anything else, Elliot drifted to the door to his parents room, where Carmen was bleating like a lamb getting fucked by a bull. He had to walk by it to get to his room anyway, and he promised himself that he'd only peek inside to see who was dumping a load into the village cum-dumpster today. Elliot saw Carmen right away, her hands planted on the floor as she was rapidly getting fucked off of the side of the bed, her giant breasts bouncing around like two bags of jelly. Her curly blonde hair was a complete mess, clinging to her sweaty back and face, covering her tear-stained cheeks which were black with wet mascara. Her room stank of sex, and most of the furniture was overturned and stained with dried semen. The floor was littered with whips, dildos, leather, lingerie, handcuffs, and all sorts of sex-toys from Carmen's large collection. Carmen was a woman who always went hard. She did nothing in moderation, not drinking, not drugs, and definitely not sex, but this was still the most fucked up Elliot had seen his stepmother in a good while. Whoever was fucking her had clearly been at it since the night before, probably having gone at it for more than twelve hours without stopping. Carmen could take a beating, but she wasn't in her peak anymore, and the whoever it was destroying her was doing so with an almost misogynistic enthusiasm. This stud could have fucked her into oblivion by now, but he hadn't. He was intentionally keeping her on the edge, thrusting into her at a rate too quick to cope with but just a little too slow to really finish her. Carmen was wailing like a banshee as she climaxed over and over again, each orgasmic wave washing over the previous one, trapping her in an infinite, torturous loop of pleasure that she couldn't escape from. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! God! God" Carmen wept, her body quivering erratically. "Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me God! Fuck me God!" Carmen prayed. She wasn't praying to God in heaven, she was praying to the god in her bedroom, the one killing her with his cock. Carmen sharply inhaled, her face contorted in a bewildered expression as her body finally started to give up and her limbs melted into hot jelly. This was it. She was breaking, and when she did she was going to explode into a hot, pathetic mess that would need to be mopped off the floor. "What the fuck are you looking at loser?" the god killing Carmen asked Elliot. Elliot looked up at the broad, sweaty chest standing erect of Carmen's big, quivering ass, and he recognized the tattoos littered across it. It was Johnny Beretta. "HOLY SHIT! I'M DYING!" Carmen squealed as she came, her pussy squirting so much that it looked like she was pissing herself. Johnny grabbed Carmen's hair and pulled back, keeping himself deep inside her, forcing her to experience every mind-shattering millisecond of her orgasmic death, all the while smirking arrogantly, completely in control. Carmen melted like she was a stick of butter being shoved up Satan's asshole, and she collapsed to the floor shaking and spasming so much that Elliot really thought she might be dying. If she was, she was enjoying it. Carmen was trying to say something, but all that came out was happy, incoherent babbling. Johnny stood over her, grabbed her hair, pulled her retarded face up to his painfully erect cock, and shot the biggest load of cum Elliot had ever witnessed right onto Carmen's face. It filled her mouth, it covered her eyes, it soaked into her hair, it dripped down her chin, and she loved every little bit of it. Johnny let go, and Carmen fell face first to the floor, exhausted to the point of seeming dead. "We need to talk," Johnny said to Elliot. # Elliot sat on his bed and Johnny paced around his room. The dangerous stud was still naked, glistening with sweat and the liquefied remains of Carmen's pussy, and worst of all his cock was still erect. "Look kid," Johnny said, although Elliot was a month older than him. "I don't dislike you. I don't hate you. I don't have any opinion about you at all. You're nothing to me. You are an annoyance at most, I guess. Like a big, dumb, fat cloud that keeps blocking my sun. It's like . . . I don't even get why you exist. I mean . . . your sister is so fucking hot, AND she's a total freak. Your mom . . . holy shit kid, your mom . . . I've never met a whore like her." Johnny chewed his lip and laughed a little. A little bit of semen oozed from the tip of his cock and fell onto Elliot's floor. Twelve hours of sex didn't wear off after a few minutes, and it seemed as if Johnny was still feeling the subtle aftershocks of his massive orgasm. "You and that buddy of yours, Lee, I just don't get it. I mean . . . the sluts in your family are hot, but Lee's mom . . . HOLY SHIT . . . she's is the absolute finest piece of ass in town. No doubt. No competition. She . . . is . . . a . . . GODDESS!" Elliot couldn't disagree, but he hated the way this macho jerk talked about her. "It's not just her tits and ass either, although her body is fucking PERFECT! It's . . . like . . . the way she acts. She's 'nice.' She's kind. She's a good person, and she comes off as totally naive and innocent about everything, even though my mom tells me that Mrs. Kwon has to masterbate like three hours every night just to fall asleep. She's ready man. She's ripe. She NEEDS to get some good, hard, relentless fucking to set her straight." The lights sparkling in Johnny's sexy eyes were tinged with an angry, entitled need to conquer and rape. He had always been this way. If Johnny decided he wanted something he'd get it, regardless of who he had to hurt along the way. The worst part was, when Johnny wanted a girl, even if she was dating his best friend, and even if she resisted him, Johnny would still take her, and in the end, she'd fall in love with him like every peice of pussy before her. Johnny wanted Kimberly Kwon, and that horrified Elliot. Not just the idea of Johnny forcing himself on her, but the idea that he would satisfy her insatiable sex-drive, and she'd love him for it. "You're mom tells me you're going on a trip," Johnny said, suddenly becoming conversational. "I . . . after graduation I was going to go to Singapore with my dad for a few months . . . before college." "Awesome. Not going to lie, I wish Lee was going with you. That would be perfect. With that faggot out of the way there'd be nothing stopping me from moving in and making Mrs. Kwon my private fuck-toy all summer long." "She'd never . . ." Elliot whispered, but Johnny didn't hear him. "Hey. I need to piss like crazy. Where's your bathroom." "Uh . . . it's down the hall on the-" "Too late," Johnny said, aiming his erect cock at Elliot's bed and sighing loudly. Johnny moaned deeply as a hot, powerful stream of urine blasted from his cock and soaked into Elliot's pillow. It lasted forever, having been building up in his bladder since yesterday, and when it finally ended Johnny shook his dick off and turned around to leave, giving the chubby Elliot a good look at his iron-hard buttocks. "Have a fun summer in Singapore, dude," Johnny said. "I'm going to spend mine getting to know Mrs. Kwon better." # Three months later. # "What a lame summer," Candy Gate said to herself as she pulled her cute little convertible into the driveway of her house. She was just coming from the beach, so she wasn't wearing anything but a microscopic pink bikini and sunglasses. She'd gone with a few of her best girlfriends to play volleyball and hook up with some sexy guys they'd met the other day, but even after a day of sun, surf, and casual sex, Candy still felt unfulfilled. Candy had basically spent her whole summer that way. Fucking, tanning, and doing whatever shit struck her at the time. She'd gone to a few raves, a hundred parties, fucked at least a dozen different studs, and become best-friends-forever with her former teacher Claudia Cummings, but after three months of nonstop hedonism Candy suddenly realized that she hadn't really gone anywhere, and now the whole summer was melting into an ecstasy-fuelled blur. Candy giggled as her phone vibrated with a text. She kept her phone in the crotch of her bikini, so it was always a fun surprise when she got a text. It was from Claudia. [S'up slut! How was the beach?] [Meh. Same old, same old. I hooked up with a kinda lame guy. Becky kept the best one 4 herself. Big, black stud. 10 inch dick. U should have seen it!] [Yummy! [I wish u came.] [Sorry luv. My lame husband doesn't know about us yet. I can't risk it.] [ :( ] [Want me to cum over?] [YES! Cum and fuck me! I've been a bad girl, and teacher needs to spank me!] [Lol. I'll be there in a couple hours. Luv u slut.] [U 2 babe.] Candy giggled happily as she skipped up the sidewalk, stripping off her bikini before she was even in the front door. She wanted to shower before Claudia came over. She still had sand clinging to parts of her body and her blonde hair smelled salty from the sea. It was going to be hard resisting masterbating in the shower though, just the thought of Claudia made her want to cum. As Candy bounced into the living room she nearly tripped over a suitcase. "What the fuck?" "Hey sis. It's been a while. How was your summer?" A man was coming out of the bathroom, having just finished showering from the looks of it. His big, muscular body was enveloped in steam, and the lack of a towel allowed Candy to see that he had a freakish third-leg hanging from his sculpted thighs. No! Not a third-leg. It was an elephant's trunk. No! An anaconda. No! It . . . It couldn't be . . . a penis. "Who the fuck are you?" Candy asked, her voice breaking with fear. It wasn't like she'd never found a strange man with a huge cock in her house before. Usually they were her mother's leftovers, but something about this living god seemed impossibly familiar, and something about his especially gargantuan appendage struck fear within her. Looking at it made her feel like a virgin again, and she didn't like that feeling one bit. "Oh come on sis. You don't recognize me?" the adonis laughed opening his powerful arms for a hug, but the predatory smile on his face promised something more . . . painful. Candy squeaked. He was going to crush her. He was going to snap her in half like a twig. As the god walked his cock slapped against his thighs. It looked heavy, too heavy to be flaccid, but it was. If that was what his monster looked like flaccid, she didn't want to know what it looked like engorged. Hot, nightmarish flashed of her imagination showed it growing as big as a tree, and ripping her in half from pussy to mouth. Candy felt a tear roll down her eye. She breathed in, and she could smell him. He smelled like . . . like power. Candy couldn't explain it, but her pussy began to tingle and her nipples stood straight up. This reaction was biological in its most primal level. It was pheromones. His very scent was ravishing her body. She tried to run, but she was so dizzy with fear and sexual arousal that she tripped and fell. She looked up to see the intoxicating stud's monumental cock hanging above her like God's judgement. The stud laughed. He had a deep, sexy laugh, but beneath the surface was something mean and spiteful. "Alright, sis. I guess you're going to have to do this the hard way." The Studly Duckling # "Elliot!" Candy tried to scream, but her words were muffled by the immeasurable large cock stuffing her throat. Elliot held his little sister's head with one hand as he very gently tried to guide his cock down her throat, but it just wasn't working. Her throat was too narrow, and it didn't help that she was squirming around a lot trying to get away. Candy gagged and choked trying to dislodge her brother's jaw-breaker. It was just too big. She was literally in tears as she went cross-eyed looking at it. It was thicker than her forearm. She struggled but it was no use. As strong as she was Elliot still kept her in place with nothing more than one hand place on the back of her head, his powerful fingers maintaining a firm but gentle grip on her. She had never felt this before, this humiliated imbalance of power. She felt like Lois Lane being raped by an evil Superman. "Oh come on, sis. One more inch. You can do it," Elliot laughed, slowly pushing another asphyxiating inch into her throat. Candy felt like her neck was going to explode. She'd never been this stuffed before. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She began hitting her brother with her firsts, but she felt like a baby compared to him now, and his muscles were like a brick-wall. "Okay, fine. You're obviously not going to do any better," Elliot said, letting go. "You barely even got halfway." Elliot's cock slowly withdrew from her throat with a loud, disgusting "slurp," and the powerful suction it created made Candy worry that she was about to be pulled inside out. The cock came free from her lips with a wet burst, and she fell to the floor hacking and heaving violently. She tried to gulp down the air in desperate need of oxygen, but the saliva in her throat, caused her to choke and gag all over again. Candy tried to lean up, but Elliot's swinging dick fell on her face like a baseball-bat, and she was smacked to the floor by it. SMACK! "Whoops. Shit. Sorry," Elliot laughed, obviously enjoying every second of this. "That's going to be a black-eye. "What . . . what the fuck happened!" Candy cried, shaking uncontrollably as her body struggled with a hundred conflicting emotions. She was horny, but she was also afraid. She was humiliated, but she also wanted more. It was tearing her apart. "How . . . how are you Elliot?" Elliot laughed. His laugh was like a subwoofer, powerful and deep. Candy could feel it in her chest. "Story time, little girl. And then I'm putting you to bed," Elliot said, scooping his little sister off the ground as if she weighed no more than a kitten. He carried her over to the couch and sat down, prying her legs open and lowering her little wet pussy onto the bulbous head of his mighty dick. He was so big that Candy honestly didn't believe it would fit, but Elliot shoved the head in so hard that it made her grunt in pain, and then he just slowly let go of her. Gravity took over, and little by little, her tight pussy began to slide down the thick length of his colossal cock . . . one maddening millimeter at a time. "Holy fuck! Shit! Fuck! You're TOO big!" Candy cried, feeling her pussy being challenged beyond its limits. "Hush now, sweetie. You brother's trying to tell you a story," he laughed, pawing at Candy's perky breasts as she slowly slid down his cock. "It's the story of the Ugly Duckling . . . or the Studly Duckling in this case. Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who lived in a pond full of sexy, horny, judgmental swans. Because the duckling was a little fat and shy he was treated horribly by the swans, who didn't like sharing their dirty little pond with him. Then, one day the duckling was invited by his father to go to Singapore for a few months." "Please . . .," Candy sobbed, feeling her body slowly being pushed towards an orgasm. "Please-" Elliot yanked on her hair so hard that Candy's head snapped back. "Shut . . . UP!" He let her hair go, and gently kissed her back, but something about the power behind his kiss sent shivers down to her very soul. "Now. When the duckling got to Singapore he learned that his father had gotten a sexy little twenty-one year old girlfriend for himself, a beautiful half-Thai half-British girl named Mila. The duckling couldn't believe it. Not only was Mila beautiful, she was also interesting, smart, and exciting. The duckling couldn't understand why a princess like Mila would waster herself on a macho-asshole like his father." "But as time when on the duckling began to understand. Despite her beauty and her intelligence, Mila was addicted to action. Mila dropped out of college so she could learn kickboxing, and she fought in underground MMA matches for money, but it was all for the adrenaline. The duckling's father excited her. He fucked her violently, almost hatefully. He pulled her hair and spat in her face. He tied her up and striped her naked. He called her names and humiliated her every day, and the worse he treated her the more she loved him. At least . . . that's what she thought." "You see, Mila saw something in the duckling, something special. It was the same thing that she loved about the duckling's father, but whereas the father was a disgusting old brute, the duckling had the potential to use his power with some . . . 'finesse!'" As Eliot said this he gently tickled Candy's nipples. She was expecting him to pinch and twist them, but he didn't. His fingertips danced over her breasts like electric kisses, and the bewildering mixture of soft pleasure in her chest coupled with the womb-bursting pain in her pussy made Candy so horny that he braincells started to fizzle. Candy was use to getting fucked hard, and she was use to gentle snuggling, but she was not use to both at the same time. "Mila began training the duckling in secret, both in martial-arts and in the art of sex. Kickboxing, pussy-eating, karate, anal, jiu-jitsu, reverse cowgirl. All of it. The duckling took to it like . . . well . . . a duck takes to water. It wasn't long before the duckling had grown into a big, strong stud, and he was ready to challenge his father to a fight. The fought in the bedroom of a sex-hotel, where the father had been planning on pimping out Mila to some of his business partners. Mila didn't want that. She loved the thrill of violent sex, but she wanted to be respected as well. She knew the duckling would be her champion." "It's a happy ending. The duckling kicked his father's ass, and then he gave Mila the greatest night of her life, fucking her so hard that she forgot all about the old man, and she swore her loyalty to the duckling forever." "Telling your little sister how we met?" a woman asked. Candy was in so much pain that she couldn't see straight, but standing in front of her was a tall, thin, athletic half-Asian girl with tanned skin, moderately sized breasts, and the most chiseled six-pack abs Candy had ever seen on a human being. The half-Asian had lovely dark eyes, short black hair streaked with red highlights, and everything about her sparkled with confidence, making her unbearable attractive. She wore nothing but a small towel draped over her shoulders, and the beads of sweat dripping down her flawless skin indicated that she had just finished an intense workout. "Who . . . who the fuck are you?" Cany groaned, feeling her brother's cock slowly sliding deeper into her. Candy was surprised when the Asian girl leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a friendly kiss, or a loving one either. It was a powerful, assertive, domineering kiss. It was hot, sexual, and intense. Despite the sensation of being ripped in half, Candy found herself swooning happily from the way this girl's tongue played with her mouth, and she was almost ready to cum when the girl broke the kiss, leaned back, and back-handed Candy like an angry pimp. SMACK! "My name is Mila, but you can call me 'The Devil.' Welcome to Hell, you little slut." Mila grabbed Candy's breasts, twisted them in her powerful hands, and pulled down. Candy fell down the full length of Elliot's pussy-splitting cock, impaling her deeper than she'd ever gotten it before, and the impact of her little butt smacking down caused his big balls to smack against her clit. Candy' brain exploded. # "Candy, baby?" Claudia Cummings called out as she entered the Gate family home. The buxom thirty-one year old was dressed inconspicuously enough (for her) wearing a short and stylish coat that only went down to her mid thigh, but underneath all that remained was a skimpy set of yellow lingerie that Candy had helped her select during one of their sexy shopping sprees. Claudia didn't hesitate to strip her coat off as she walked into the front door, leaving her more than half-naked as she strutted around like the livingroom was her own personal brothel. The only other people had had ever been around all summer had been Candy's mother, Carmen (who had fucked Claudia plenty of times herself), or some random assortment of exhausted studs like Johnny Beretta (who didn't even need to ask Claudie for permission before jamming his cock into her mouth). "Candy? Sweetie? Are you . . . HOLY SHIT!" Claudia gasped. Candy was there all right, on her hands and knees, blonde hair sticking to her tear-stained face, and shaking epileptically as she was fucked from behind by a big, strong, painfully good-looking stud that Claudia had never seen before. "Mrs. Cummings, is that you?" the stud asked as his powerful thighs slammed into Candy so hard it looked like her little hip might shatter. Candy looked so fucked up that she couldn't stay up on her own, and the stud seemed to hold her aloft by her hair. "Who the fuck are you?" Claudia asked, stumbling backwards a bit as her heart swelled with fear, and her pussy filled excitement. "You don't recognize your best student?" The stud shrugged. "Oh well. Your loss. I'm just the guy who is going to rip your pussy in half once I'm done fucking this little slut's brains out . . . what little brains she has left anyway." The stud reached back and grabbed his smart-phone. He aimed it at Claudia standing there in her skimpy yellow lingerie and snapped a pic. "You look sexy as hell, by the way," the stud said. "I can't wait to send the 'before' and 'after' pics to your husband and everyone on the PTA." "Before and after?" Claudia asked. Her nipples were so erect that they hurt, and she couldn't tell if it was because she was terrified shitless, horny as hell, or both. "Before and after I've fucked you into a coma, that is," the stud laughed. "I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm calling the police," Claudia said, turning to find the phone. "No you're not," a new woman said. Claudia turned to find a sexy Asian girl standing right behind her, a girl with short black hair streaked with red highlights, and a set of abs that looked like a washboard. The sexy Asian grabbed Claudia' shoulders, pulled them down, and slammed her knee up into Claudia's stomach. THUD! Claudia staggered back heaving, barely able to inhale after getting the wind knocked out of her. The Asian grabbed Claudia's arm by the elbow and shoulder, twisted, and the next thing Claudia knew she was spinning through the air and landing on her back. THUD! Stars danced in Claudia's eyes, and as her vision cleared she looked up to see a huge, hard, angry, dripping wet penis hanging above her. The head was a bulbous as a small apple, and the shaft was literally pulsing with thick veins. Sopping wet liquid dripped from its shaft and into Claudia open mouth. There was no mistaking the taste of Candy's sweet cum. The Asian girl grabbed Claudia by her hair and dragged the older woman to her knees, holding her still so the stud could aim his impossibly large cock down the naughty teacher's throat. Claudia thought she was resisting it, but she wasn't. The cock slid down her narrow throat like a sasquatch's foot being shoved into a small sock, and despite herself Claudia felt her tongue slathering it with her spit, lubricating it even more. "You were always a terrible teacher. Mrs. Cummings," The stud said as his huge balls came into contact with her chin. "But I think you're going to make an excellent whore." # Several hours later Elliot finally let the tortured Mrs. Cummings fall unconscious. Her voluptuous body slipping to the floor like a wet bag of shit, her tits and ass still jiggling from her many climaxes, and her limbs shaking uselessly. Semen oozed from her every orifice like the frosting from an overstuffed eclair, and her vacant, retarded face was decorated by the stupidest smile Elliot had ever seen. Claudia was blubbering and giggling incoherently, causing bubbles of spit and semen to pop from her lips. Elliot held his smart-phone over his destroyed opponent and took a several 'after' pictures, quickly forwarding them to Claudia's husband and every member of the PTA. "Hey Elliot, your little sister has something to ask you?" Mila said, sitting on the couch with candy draped over her legs like a kitten. Mila and Candy were both naked, glistening with sweat, and gently writhing against one another. Candy had been unconscious for more than an hour once Elliot had finished breaking her, but Mila roused her awake with some gentle kisses and pussy-fondling. Mila wanted Candy to watch as Elliot broke her lover's body, mind, and soul, and Candy did with rapt attention . . . and a little jealousy. Candy was blushing shyly as Mila massaged her perky breasts and casualty fingered her swollen pussy, keeping Eliot's little half-sister nice and wet. "Will . . . will you please fuck me again?" Candy asked, biting her lip. Elliot's cock had hurt her, and his stamina was light-years beyond her own, but he had still delivered her to a state of pleasure that she had never thought possible, and she knew she could do better. She knew that with enough training she could be worthy of him. "Maybe," Elliot shrugged. "I'll tell you what I told your mother. You don't get to taste my cock again unless you act right from now on." Candy blushed with confusion. "Mommy?" "Oh, that's right," Elliot laughed. "You haven't seen her yet." Elliot marched over and picked Candy off of Mila's lap like she was nothing more than a doll, and he slung her over his shoulder. The heat from his body was enough to make Candy swoon. He carried her to his mother's room, and once they were there he callously dropped her on the ground. Candy was too weak to stand, and she had to crawl up her brother's muscular leg just to come to her knees. Candy looked at her mother's bed, and she saw Carmen laying there in a state more ravaged and broken than even Claudia was. Carmen was laying on her back, her head hanging off the side of the bed, her mountainous breasts slowly rising and lowering with labored breaths, and her legs very subtly shaking. Carmen's eyes were rolled up so far they were white, and her tongue hung out like an overworked dog. "El-Elliot," Carmen gasped. The broken milf slowly rolled onto her stomach and slipped to the floor like a slug, crawling over with pitiful submission. When Carmen reached her stepson she reared up and tried to put his balls in her insatiable mouth. Elliot stepped back though, keeping his testicles just a few inches from her mother's mouth. "No," he said, looking down at Carmen's sad face. "I didn't fuck you two for fun. I fucked you to prove a point. I'm the man of this house now, and as long as you sluts live here I own you. If you ever want to taste this cock again, either of you, you'll have to behave. Will you two behave?" Candy and Carmen nodded stupidly. "Good. Now get the fuck out of my new bedroom," Elliot ordered. Candy and Carmen had to crawl out. Mila strided over them without even acknowledging their existence. The fit Asian wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck and kissed him, thrusting her firm breasts into his iron-hard chest. "I can't believe how strong you've become," Mila cooed, grinding her body against his. "I can't even remember that fat, geeky little duckling I began training three months ago. You're completely different now." "No," Elliot said. "I'm strong now, but I'm just as smart as I ever was. I haven't let myself become like one of those brainless muscle-heads you use to waste your pussy on. You've upgraded Mila." Mila blushed, a little ashamed of the slut she use to be. She had always thrown herself at the biggest, toughest, scariest man she could, and in that sense nothing had changed, but Elliot was different. "Fuck me," Mila beged. "Fuck me on your father's bed." "No," Elliot said, pushing her back. "I have something I need to do. You stay here and keep my new sluts in line. I've got plans for them." Mila looked angry for a moment. She wanted to slap Elliot for not fucking her, but then she calmed down. She remembered what her place was. "Yes sir." # Elliot got dressed and walked to the Kwon house, feeling nervous for the first time in quite a while. He and Lee hadn't kept in touch as much as he would have liked, and not once over the last three months had Elliot looked online to check in on Kimberly's social media pages. He worried that she might have gotten a boyfriend, and just knowing that could have shattered his confidence at a vital moment in his transition. He couldn't afford the distraction, but now he was ready. When Elliot got to the wooden fence that led into the Kwon's secluded backyard he stopped. He peaked in and saw her. Kimberly Kwon, looking as divine and tempting as ever. She was relaxing by the pool in her sexy green bikini, the same one from the pictures that Elliot had masterbated to. Somehow kimberly looked even more erotic than before. Her nipples were so stiff and erect that Elliot could see them from where he was hiding, and with every laborious breath she took her legs shivered a little, as if her pussy was twitching with need. "Here's your drink," a man said. Elliot was horrified when Johnny Beretta, the bain of his life, came strutting out of Kimberly's house, wearing nothing but a speedo and carrying a big cocktail. Elliot had to admit that Johnny looked good, being lean like a swimmer, with chiseled muscles, and a handsome face. The bulge in Johnny's speedo was impressive, as was the arrogant confidence in his smile. "Thanks Johnny," Kimberly said, taking the drink from the young god standing over her. Johnny's bulging crotch hung directly over Kimberly's face, and she didn't seem shy about looking at while she sucked on her cocktail. In fact, she looked hungry for it. "Thank you for little me use your pool and weights for the summer," Johnny said, casually flexing her perfect muscles as he stood over her. "When my gym closed for renovations I was worried I'd get out of shape." "I . . . I can't really imagine that happening," Kimberly blushed, She was fidgeting uncomfortably as her eyes wandered over Johnny's chest, abs, and groin. "You're body is amazing." "You really think so?" " . . . yes." "Do you think . . . it's sexy," Johnny asked, moving closer. " . . . yes." Johnny reached down and pulled Kimberly's top off, freeing her spectacular breasts. Her nipples were even more erect than Elliot had guessed. They looked like tall, pointy sticks of chocolate. Kimberly gasped in shock and tried to cover herself, but her breasts oozed around her arms and her nipples slipped back into view. Johnny wasn't having it, and her pried her arms open so he could maul her breasts with his hands. Kimberly struggled, but it looked like she was struggling with herself more than him. "Johnny . . . no! We . . . we can't!" "The fuck we can't! Look at your body, Kimberly. Look at mine. People like us were built for sex." "We . . . we shouldn't." The Studly Duckling SMACK! Johnny slapped Kimberly with his open palm. He didn't slap her hard enough to hurt her, but it was more than hard enough to assert himself. "Bullshit. You've been blue-balling me all summer when we should have been fucking like rabbits. I don't know why you've been fighting it, I know your pussy is wet for me." As Johnny said this he reached down and plunged his hand underneath her skimpy thong, gripping her ripe pussy in his hand and squeezing until juice poured out. Kimberly had to bite her lip to stop from squealing. "Fuck, youre soaked!" Johnny said, fingering her. "You're horny as hell, Kimberly. You're always horny as hell. The whole neighborhood know about your library of porn and how much you masterbate. Shit. I hear some weekends you don't even leave your room." "Uh . . . oh," Kimberly gasped, weakly pushing her hands against Johnny's chest. "Do you think I haven't noticed the way you fuck me with your eyes, you horny milf?" Johnny asked. "Do you think I can't smell your hot, wet pussy? Do you think it was an 'accident' that time you walked in on me using your shower? Bullshit. You walked right in and didn't leave until you'd gotten a good, long, hard look at my dick, and then it was back to your room so you could finger your fat pussy. Admit it! You masterbate thinking about me, don't you?" "Eh . . . eh . . . YES!" Kimberly cried, frustrated tears rolling down her cheeks. "Then why won't you fuck me!" "Because . . . because you're an asshole! Your a pig, Johnny! You're a bully! You're mean to my son! I want to fuck you so bad. I've wanted to fuck you all summer. Your body . . . you have the body of a god and I've spent all summer fucking myself thinking about you. But . . . I'd hope that spending all this time with you would make you nicer. I was hoping you'd become less of an asshole." Johnny snorted. He stood over her and tugged his speedo, down, letting his huge cock jump out, fully erect and ready to crush some pussy. "Well guess what, whore. I AM an asshole, and there's nothing your fat ass can do about it. Suck my cock, slut. Suck my cock. Suck my cock and give it up. I'll take you up to your room and I'll spend the rest of the summer fucking your brains out. After that, you won't care what an asshole I am." A tear rolled down Kimberly cheek as she went cross-eyed looking at Johnny's cock. She'd been dreaming about it for months, and now here it was, hanging over her face. She breathed it in, and it was so delicious she moaned. She'd forgotten how good a cock could smell, all salty and musky. Porn stimulated her visually and mentally, but it left the rest of her senses aching for more. She ached for the smell of sex, for the taste of semen, and for the feeling of a hot, loving cock pumping inside of her. Kimberly's mouth fell open, and she slowly brought her lips to the tip of Johnny's cock, ready to kiss it and surrender. "Put that little thing away, asshole," Elliot said, marching into the pool area. "What? Who the fucking shit are you?" Johnny yelled, stumbling back and bit and trying to stuff his cock back into his speedo, but it was now to erect to fit. "Why doesn't anyone fucking recognize me?" Elliot rolled his eyes. Elliot didn't waste any time or words. he grabbed Johnny's arm and flipped him through the air with an expert judo toss. Johnny landed haird but got up ready to duel. It didn't matter though. The fight lasted only a minute and it ended with Elliott standing over a bruised, bleeding, humiliated Johnny. In fact, calling it a 'fight' wasn't really accurate. It was more of a 'curb-stomp.' "Who . . . who the fuck are you!" Johnny squealed in pain, clutching his arm which Elliot had almost snapped. "Elliot?" Kimberly gasped in disbelief. "Elliot . . . is that you?" Kimberly Kwon stumbled up to Elliot, pressing her body against his. He'd always been taller than her, but with his muscles he now looked like a giant. Her naked breasts mashed against his hard pectorals, ner nipples cut into his skin, and her hot pussy slapped against his leg. Her Asian eyes sparkled with awe. She'd found her sexual saviour. "No fucking way!" Johnny screamed. "No way this hulk is that fucking fagoot, he-" STOMP!! Kimberly stomped on Johnny's balls so hard that she might have broken one. Johnny opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. He was in too much pain to exhale. "Get the fuck out of here, little boy," Kimberly ordered, acting like a bitch for the first time in her life. "Get out before I shove Elliot's cock up your ass and show you who the faggot is." Johnny had to crawl, but he crawled quickly, and was gone. Elliot and Kimberly looked at each other. Elliot was nervous, and Kimberly was literally crying with joy. They didn't need to say anything. Kimberly leapt into Elliot's arms and kissed him with all the hot lust she could muster, slamming her breasts into his chest, and thrusting her horny pussy against him. Kimberly was already cumming from their kiss alone, and she nearly came again when Elliot's hand scooped under her ass, picked her up, and easily carried her up to her bedroom. # Kimberly and Elliot fucked like champions. When Elliot dropped Kimberly on her bed she scrambled to her knees so she could suck his cock, and she did like she was starving for it. Elliot stood at the side of the bed, holding her head, but he didn't need to encourage her to go deep, she had it handled. Kimberly hadn't sucked a real cock in years, but she'd collected gigabytes worth of blowjob videos, and deep-throated her dildos and vibratos, so there was nothing stopping her from throat-fucking him like a pro. Kimberly's bobbing head made a "gluck, gluck, gluck" sound as the thick meat of Elliot's dick filled her up and punched the back of her esophagus. Drool oozed from her lips as she salivated on him, and even though there was barely enough room in her mouth, she still wiggled her tongue around to taste every inch of him. Kimberly massaged his balls while she deep-throated him, each testicle filling a palm, and she could feel them pulsing with hot loads of potent cum. Elliot pulled his cock out of her throat, and the suction brought with it an explosion of sticky drool that left his shaft dripping wet. Kimberly was panting and gasping for air so hard that she choked on her own spit, and she gagged heaving it up. Elliot reached down to grab Kimberly's huge breasts, and he flung her by them so that she landed on her back. Elliot pried her legs up and lowered his face to her hot pussy. She was so wet and swollen that her pussy was almost literally spitting cum, and when he brought his mouth down on it he felt as if he were biting into a warm pastry. "Oh . . . oh GOD! ELLIOT! FUCK!" Kimberly wailed just from her pussy being kissed. Her body stiffened with pleasure, and she arched her back so much that all that was left touching the bed was her feet and the back of her head. Her hands tore at the sheets until they ripped, and her nails sent puffs of feathers into the air. Elliot had to work to get his tongue into her pussy. She was tight as a virgin's asshole despite the things she'd done to herself with her massive dildos, probably because she'd never been this horny before. Elliot pushed his way in though, and his tongue went deep into her hot snatch until his upper lip crushed down on her clit. He had to hold Kimberly down to stop her shaking as he poked at her g-spot, and Kimberly had to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her wild screams. "MMMMMMPPPPHPHH!!" Kimberly screamed into her pillow. She came in a flood, and Elliot was actually pushed out of her pussy when she did. She spent a minute shaking and spasming, squirting hot cum all over Elliot's face and chest, but the stud didn't wait for her to calm down before changing positions. He got on top of her and pushed his titanic bodies onto hers. Their collected body heat was like a sexual inferno, and the sweat dripping from his muscles felt like lava when it struck her tight stomach, full breasts, and incredible sensitive nipples . Elliot pushed his dick against her gushing pussy, and he knew this was going to be a challenge for both of them. He pulled her pillow away and kissed her, using his lips to muffle her cries. He wanted to look into her eyes as he fucked her, and he wanted to taste her lips when she came again. Elliot slammed in, driving his cock into her body like a piston. Kimberly's pussy squelched and squeezed against the huge shaft, and her legs wrapped around his thrusting thighs. Elliot fucked her so hard that the headboard of the bed cracked the wall, and the glass in her windows shattered. Kimberly wanted to bite down on her pillow again to stop her from screaming, but Elliot wouldn't let her. He wanted to hear her scream, and she did, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to know she was getting her brains fucked out. "ELLIOT! ELLIOT! FUCKING GOD! ELLIOT!" Kimberly screamed, melting like butter as she clawed at her stud' back. "CUMMING!" They came at the same time, Elliot's cock blasting a full load into Kimberly warm body as she began to squirt again. Elliot kissed her and looked her in the face as she came, but she wasn't looking back. Her eyelashes were fluttering wildly and her eyes were rolling up into her skull. She smiled, almost deliriously, and moaned deep in her chest as a series of multiple orgasm washed over her. Elliot could have stopped there, and they both would have fallen asleep locked in each other's arms, their sweaty bodies slapped against each other, and his cock still buried in her wet pussy. Elliot didn't let it end there though. He wanted this to be epic. He pulled out and stood over her. Kimberly weakly pulled herself up and sucked down on the head of his cock, tasting her pussy as she pumped the rest of his cum out with her hands, swallowing the salty mixture down her throat. Elliot reached down and spun her over, putting Kimberly to rest on her huge breasts as he pulled her ass into the air. He pried her butt open so he could spit onto her tight anus, and then he proceeded to rub his spit in with his tongue. Kimberly giggle on wiggled from the feeling, inexperienced with ass-play. Her giggling turned to a fearful gasp when she felt Elliot put his cock-tip against her anus though. "Can you take it up the ass?" Elliot asked. "I . . . I'm not sure," Kimberly answered nervously. "I can just fuck your pussy again. We don't have to-" "NO!" Kimberly cried. "No . . . I want you to . . . I want you to fuck me in every way that you can think of. You don't need to ask me again either. I'm giving her permission of everything. Everything. You own it, Elliot. Fuck me however you want." Elliot didn't ask again, pushing his cock into her ass. Kimberly screamed and clawed at the sheets, her body stiffening with a moment of blinding pain, but Elliot didn't stop until his cock slapped against her pussy. He grabbed her hair and yanked back, fucking her ass with the same power and urgent need that he fucked her pussy with. He wasn't gentle, and he didn't let up even with Kimberly began to cry. Kimberly was glad he didn't stop. Soon the pain dulled and melted into a bizarre pleasure. Kimberly was so hot and horny that she couldn't even tell if she was cumming or not. Her body just melted into single, continuous orgasm. "Fuck! You're so fucking tight!" Elliot grunted. Mila had a tight ass, but she was smaller than Kimberly was. Carmen had a deep ass, but she was pretty loose by now. Kimberly was tight AND deep, the best of both worlds. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kimberly cried, finding the strength to slam her ass back onto Elliot's cock "Fuck . . . bitch . . . CUMMING!" Elliot cried, a tear rolling down his cheek, and her unloaded an even bigger orgasm into Kimberly's butt. He came so hard that he slipped out, and the rest of his load was pumped over her ass, back, and finally her face as she turned over. Kimberly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue trying to catch as much of the flying semen as possible, and after Elliot stopped cumming and collapsed onto the bed, Kimberly scooped the rest of her body and shovelled it into her mouth. It was sticky, salty, and so thick she could chew it, kind of like taffy. What she couldn't eat she rubbed into her skin and admired the way it made her shine like a polished bronze statue. They two champions spent a few minutes panting and and resting, letting their sweaty bodies stick together, but soon Kimberly was reaching for Elliot's penis and pumping it back to life. "Want to take a shower?" she asked. # Elliot and Kimberly spent the next day and a half fucking like drug-fueled teenagers who knew the world was going to end in a week. They fucked in the shower until Kimberly's water-heater gave out, and then the fucked on the bathroom floor. Kimberly went into the kitchen to make her stud a big sandwich, but Elliot followed her and fucked here there too. He bent her over the counter and fucked her from behind, and then he pushed her against the fridge and fucked her with her legs pulled up behind her head. He found some canned whipped-cream in the fridge, and he turned her breasts into a big dessert that he ate voraciously. She then sprayed whipped-cream over the full length of his cock and swallowed him like he was an ice-cream sunday, not that she needed the extra incentive. Kimberly took Elliot to the hot-tub outside so they could rest their aching, sore muscles, but it wasn't long before they were fucking there to, and Elliot ended up dragging Kimberly around the whole backyard, fucking her in every position he could bend her into. They fucked until it hurt, and then they fucked some more. At some point Elliott found himself fucking Kimberly in her ass again, now back up in her bedroom with her face buried in a pillow. By this time he had lost all sense of continuity or the hour of the day. He looked out the window, saw the sun peeking over the horizon, but he honestly couldn't tell if it was dusk or dawn. Elliot pulled out when he came, and Kimberly painfully pulled her aching body to her knees so she could take him in her mouth, sucking down every last drop of his exhausted orgasm. The tired champions collapsed onto one another and slipped to the floor, each too exhausted to even crawl up on the bed. Like two horny, sexified zombies, Kimberly and Elliot kissed and swapped spit with their tired tongue until they both fell asleep, each of them knocked out into a deep coma. # Elliot had no idea what day it was when he regained consciousness, but Kimberly was still out when he did, laying beneath him and smiling happily. Elliot stood up and groaned from the way his muscles seemed to snap back into place. He felt shell-shocked as he stumbled out of the room, but he knew he'd be back for more in less than an hour. Elliot wandered into the kitchen looking for food (he was starving) and he found he wasn't alone. "Lee?" Elliot asked, shocked to see his oldest friend, and Kimberly's son, sitting on the couch. Lee wasn't alone either. Kneeling before him were two girls, a sexy Asian with tanned skin, wearing nothing but a skintight pair of spandex shorts, and a petite blonde with a perky fuckable ass, wearing nothing. Lee was getting a double-bowjob from Mila and Candy. "Um . . . hey . . . Elliot," Lee said, panting from the pleasure of two talented mouths sucking his cock and balls. "Long time no see." "Hello master," Mila said coming up with some of Lee's cum streaked across her face and breasts. "You were unconsciousness when we found you, and when this little cutie came home I figured that Candy and I could keep him happy while you fucked his mommy's brains out." "Lee . . . I can explain," Elliot said nervously. "You don't need to. Relax," Lee said. "I . . . I get that you've had a boner for my mom for a long time. If anyone is going to fuck her, I'm glad it's you. At least you're not like that asshole, Johnny. Besides . . . I just lost my virginity to your sister." "Half-sister," Elliot laughed.