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A Family's Story Ch. 01

By: MandyM1



In July of last year, while driving home from a family vacation through rural Georgia, we decided on a whim to that it would be "retro" to visit a local county fair that we had seen advertised on billboards along the way. We all laughed at the "characters" we'd surely encounter in the hick town that the fair was located in. But this little stopover turned out to be much, much more than that. It became an encounter that changed our lives in ways I could never have conceived.

It all started innocently enough. My son Jeremy had noticed some signs along the highway advertising mud wrestling and a monster truck event and both he and his twin sister, Amber, begged to us to stop and see what it was all about. Amber, like me, certainly had no interest in either event, but she was just vain enough to be bored driving around with no one looking at her. She is a little full of herself, admittedly, but I guess I'm somewhat to blame since I'm constantly telling her how stunning she looks. 

We'd stopped really on a whim, I guess, but once Jeremy saw the packed crowd of local high school and college kids he was definitely tuned in. At eighteen, he thought of himself as a stud, a babe magnet, and I have to say that I agreed with him. Tall and nicely built, he had what some might consider an over-confident, even arrogant air about him, but as I've always said, if you've got it why hide it. The crowd of unsophisticated rubes at this ridiculous county fair would be no match for him!

Amber, his sister, has never ever shied away from competition of that sort either, and there was certainly no reason she ever should. Believe me, it's not likely she'd ever lose a sex-appeal contest, and like I said, I've told her so. She is already simply stunning. Like her mother, she blossomed early and at eighteen was already literally spilling out of her D cup and well on her way to the double D cup I wear. Her tiny waist and the kind of long, slender legs only a teenager possesses coupled with what can only be called a bosom that would be spectacular even on a full-grown woman, make heads turn everywhere she goes. She is truly breathtaking. And she knows it. She is also a total flirt. Again, my fault I suppose.

Amber is a few inches taller than I am, but neither one of us is particularly tall, but that's our only shortcoming, believe me. We both have luxurious blonde hair and breathtaking figures, and no one has ever complained about the rest of the package either. If I seem a little conceited, well, it's for good reason. We are certainly not an average-looking family. I've taught Amber that we are physically blessed and that men and some women get great pleasure out of looking at people like us, so she should never be shy or ashamed about showing her assets to the world.

My husband, Bill, is perhaps the least like us. He's a great guy who works extremely hard and has managed to make more money than either of us could have ever imagined while growing up together poor in the Mississippi Delta. We're certainly not poor any longer, and I finally have the life and belongings that I was meant for. God doesn't make someone like me and leave her poor and unseen, that's what I've always thought! But Bill doesn't really seem to understand that. He's constantly criticizing me for letting Amber dress so "provocatively," as he puts it. He even suggests that my own dress goes a bit too far at times. He was in that mood today.

"Do you see the looks your daughter is getting," he said to me, as Amber sauntered on ahead, flipping her hair off of her face while proudly showing her charms to the local rubes, who surely had never seen a body or face that stunning in rural Georgia.

"She's beautiful. Why wouldn't they look," I replied.

"They're ogling her, Candice," Bill stated shortly. "Can't you a least get her to pull her top up a little? And you might do that, too," he said, looking at what I admit was my perhaps risque display of flesh.

"She's an attractive young girl, Bill, and men enjoy looking at her. There's nothing I can do about that. Just let her have fun. And let me have fun, too," I sniffed. "You don't always have to be such a prude. The guys who are looking are just enjoying the sight of two attractive, sexy women. It's very natural," I added with a huff, and refused to pull my top up.

"She's not a woman! She's eighteen, for Christ's sake," he snorted. "And she shouldn't be a grown man's wet dream!"

"God, Bill, you are so middle class!" was all I could think to say.

Amber did look exceptionally sexy that afternoon, it was true. We were both wearing blue, midriff baring tube tops, and very tight, very short white miniskirts. Amber was wearing her top dangerously low, and I'll admit the way I was wearing mine wasn't much different. We had naturally attracted a nice little crowd of male admirers. It was sexy, sure, and it was also fun.

I loved the way Amber performed in front of her "fans," even if Bill didn't, and I enjoyed my own growing group of gawkers as well. We both know how to do this stuff, and I know a lot of guys were just drooling over both of us. And why not! We're both teases, I guess, but I see nothing wrong with that. It gives guys who could never ever get girls like us something to dream about, right? It's sort of charity.

"You see those two older guys there?" Bill said, pointing to two ugly rednecks who appeared to be in their mid thirties, roughly our own age. "They've been following Amber almost since we got here," he scowled.

I had noticed them, and I had noticed them blatantly checking me out as well. They were one of the reasons I wasn't pulling my top up. Why not tease them a little, I thought. "Oh, they're harmless," I said, laughing. "I doubt they've ever seen anything as hot as our daughter out here in the sticks." 

Or as hot as you," he replied, but maybe not in a very complimentary way. "Pull your top up, for Christ's sake." 

I just ignored him. It had really, really irked me that he hadn't noticed those two guys checking me out as well as Amber. I mean did he really think Amber was the only one with a hot body? I can still attract a crowd, too, and I was determined to prove it! I certainly was not going to pull my top up now! In fact, I slyly nudged it down a little more.

Amber and I continued our competitive flirting, but after an hour or so, we both had grown bored parading around the fairgrounds for the locals to stare at, so we told Bill we were ready to leave, and despite Jeremy's need to "score," we all walked off toward the parking lot to resume our trip home. I could see that Bill was very thankful to be leaving.

Bill was repacking some things in the trunk and I was looking through a suitcase to find a tee shirt to wear in the air conditioned car, which Bill always keeps too cold. Amber and I had just slipped into the tee shirts and slithered out of our tube tops, when I heard someone behind us demand that I show them my "tits."

Astonished at the outrageous remark, I turned around to see the two men Bill had pointed out to me an hour earlier. They were obviously more than a little drunk and even more obviously aroused.

"What did you say?!" I said incredulously. 

"I said why don't you and that sweet little thing over yonder shows us your tits," he slurred.

The other one just grinned.

"Don't talk to them," Bill said nervously. "Just get in the car."

"Now don't ya'll go all nasty on us. We just tryin' to be friendly," the drunk said, spitting a spray of brown liquid through the yellow gap in his teeth. "Your woman and that sweet little thing over there got a really nice rack on 'em, and we just think it would be right friendly of y'all to give us a little peek," he said to Bill while leering openly at me.

"And maybe just a little feel of that young one's pussy, too," said the other, the bigger of the two, who had assumed a very menacing pose.

"Get in the car!" Bill said again.

"You are disgusting," I said haughtily. "Neither I nor my daughter would ever have anything to do with trash like you two. God, just the idea of it makes me sick!"

"Get in the goddamn car," Bill said again abruptly.

I did as he asked, but not without first giving those two horrid low-class jerks a quick little glimpse of the "tits" they would never have. As we drove off, I noticed one of them on his cell phone as I flipped them my middle finger out the window.

"I should have kicked their asses," Jeremy said as we drove away, "And I would have if Dad hadn't driven off so quickly.

"I know you would have, Honey," I said. "It's really lucky for them that we left," I added, patting his knee.

"They were just like so disgusting," Amber snorted. Still, I noticed her nipples had hardened beneath her flimsy tee shirt. I felt a strange adrenalin rush as well. "They thought they could ever have anything like us?" Amber concluded, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "As if!"

"We wouldn't have had any of this trouble if you two would keep yourself covered," Bill said a bit testily. We let his remark pass. It was hardly our fault. We were just being what we are. They were simply trash who thought they could intimidate us.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, our nerves had calmed down some and life was returning to normal. We were chatting about where we should stop for dinner when Bill noticed a squad car with its lights on coming up behind us.

"Oh, shit," Bill exclaimed, slowing down to let the police car pass us, "I think he wants us to stop."

"Well, wouldn't that just be the perfect ending to the day," I said.

Hoping that the police car was going somewhere else, Bill pulled over only to see the squad car pull in directly behind us. A few minutes later, a very large man with a belly the size of a beer keg came ambling up to the car.

"Howdy folks," he smiled. "I'm Sheriff Mallory. Mind if I have a look at your driver's license and registration?"

"Sure," Bill replied, reaching for his wallet. "What are we being stopped for?" he added in a somewhat peevish tone.

"Oh, it's probably nothing," the sheriff said, smiling first at me then at Amber in the backseat. Her boobs looked even larger unrestrained beneath the clingy tee. His smile and stare seemed to linger a long time on her chest. "Got a call from a couple a good ol' boys down the county fair, said some folks from out of town were rude to them and then tried to run 'em over with their car. Got a license number. Know anything about that?"

"What?!" Bill said in astonishment. "Did they tell you what they said to us?"

"Well, no they didn't."

"Well, I'll tell you what they said," I offered angrily. "They made some very lewd remarks to my daughter and me. They were both very vulgar men and they should be arrested!" I added indignantly. The sheriff's eyes now lingered on my chest.

"I have no doubt, ma'am. I know those boys and they're never up to much good. But I gotta follow up on what they said. It's the law. If you don't mind following me up the road just a bit, we can get this all straightened out. Likely it'll be those boys accompanying me back to the county jail, I imagine. They been there many times before. So if you don't mind, just take a minute of your time. Have you back on the road in no time," he said smiling.

"Is this really necessary?" Bill asked. 

"'Fraid it is, sir. I just want this to get cleared up and everybody back about their business."

"Will we have to actually see them again?" I asked. "They were just so disgusting and low class. They are not the kind of people we care to have anything at all to do with. Can't you just arrest them for the way they behaved to us?"

"Soon as you identify them, ma'am, I'll do just that."

"They were ugly, too," Amber pouted from the backseat.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, nodding to Amber. "That's true. Now, if y'all just follow me down the road apiece we'll get this all taken care of," the sheriff said, smiling at Amber and me while doffing his hat and striding slowly back to his car.

The sheriff made a U turn, and Bill reluctantly followed him.

"Jesus Christ," Bill exclaimed. "Remind me never to stop in the sticks again."

About four or five miles down the road, the sheriff turned onto a rutted, gravel road that turned first into a wooded area and then into a meadow with a shack attached to a barn building next to it. The sheriff got out of his car and beckoned us to do the same. Bill was hesitant, but I just said, "Let's do this and get out of here. I really won't mind seeing them get in trouble for what they did," I added with a smirk.

"And I'd like to kick their asses!" Jeremy added.

"I don't know," Bill said, hesitating. "This doesn't seem right. I don't think this is proper procedure."

I was already out of the car and angry at all of those low lifes for interrupting my day, and in no mood for Bill's ridiculous hesitation. Sometimes his maddening caution about everything is just exasperating. "Jesus Christ, Bill. I'll just go take care of it myself then," I said irritably. "I can identify them all by myself!"

Bill got out then, followed by Amber and Jeremy, and we walked up to the porch were the sheriff awaited us.

"Come on inside, folks. Just take a minute," he said.

The room was sparsely finished and littered with the sort of trash that single men live with. The two disgusting men we had encountered were sitting at a long table in the middle of the room amid a clutter of beer cans and whiskey bottles. They were both smoking nonchalantly.

"These the folks that disrespected you, Billy Ray?" the sheriff said to the bigger of the two men.

"Sure enough is," he replied, looking me up and down. "We asked real nice like if these beautiful young women would be so gracious as to show us they tits and they just flat out refused. Said we weren't good enough to see city tits!"

"That true?" the sheriff asked Bill. "Seems a might unfriendly to me."

"Let's go," Bill said, beckoning to me and the kids to leave immediately.

Suddenly, the sheriff slammed his nightstick into Bill's solar plexus, and as he lay writhing on the floor gasping for air, he kicked him hard in the gut. He put his boot on the side of his head and coolly said, "I'm not done here, son. I need to hear a bit more."

Amber, Jeremy and I were stunned, unable to say a word, and for the first time afraid. 

"You see, son," the sheriff said calmly to Bill, "around here when a man asks to share something that another man has, specially if what he's got is something fine and pretty like what you got here, it's customary to let him have a little taste. Like if you had yourself a fine old Kentucky bourbon and wouldn't let another man have a little nip, or a fine rifle and wouldn't let him shoot it, or a fine horse and wouldn't let him ride. That's just plain ol' disrespectful," he said, pulling Bill to his feet and handcuffing him to a chair.

"Now boys," he said, "'xactly what was it ya'll wanted? To see these fine women's tits? Well, let's get 'er done and let these fine folks get on their way."

Bill was still gasping for breath in the chair he was handcuffed to. I was more upset at the moment than frightened, and had decided that if all they wanted was a peep show, I'd give it to them so we could leave. Right now was the time to cooperate, I thought. We could report it to the proper authorities later. 

"Boy," the sheriff said, pointing to Jeremy. "Why don't you get those shirts off a them two fine womens and let these two boys have a look see at those big fine melons," he said cordially. "Hurry up now," he added with a hint of malice.

Jeremy looked at me perplexed. "Just do it," I mouthed to him, hoping to end this disaster as soon as possible.

The sheriff ordered both Amber and me to turn toward those two disgusting pigs that caused all this, and instructed Jeremy to remove his sister's shirt first and then his mother's. 

I watched Jeremy as he approached Amber from the rear and slowly lift her shirt over her head. The sight was dramatic. Amber stood there, her incredibly flawless breasts jutting from her impossibly perfect body. I was proud of her. She made no effort to cover herself. She knew she was superior to the trash leering at her, and she stated that with her poise.

"Look at the tits on that little bitch, Jelly," the one called Billy Ray said. "Bet they mighty tasty, too, don't you think?"

"I'm going to have me a taste right soon," Jelly answered. "Tell you then."

"How 'bout you, Jeter," Billy said to the sheriff.

"Why I might be talked into a little taste myself," he laughed. "Now boy, let's have a look at your mama's fine tits."

I felt Jeremy move behind me, and as he lifted my shirt, he very casually but very certainly cupped my breasts before pulling the shirt from my body, revealing them to our captors.

"Motherfucker!" Jelly exclaimed. "What a fucking rack. Those fuckers real? I never seen a rack that size with no sag at all on a old bitch like 'at. Holy shit, man, I want my dick between those fucking cans!"

I hated him for calling me old, I'm barely 36, but as I stood there listening to these cretins describe my body, all I could really think about is what I felt certain was Jeremy's deliberate embrace of my breast when he removed my shirt. And that coupled with Jelly's crazy rant must have excited me somewhat because I could feel my nipples involuntarily begin to harden slightly. Oddly, it was this excitement that gave me some courage to confront these disgusting men.

"Are you satisfied now?" I said contemptuously, proudly exhibiting myself to their leering stares, just as Amber had done. "May we leave now?"

"What do you think, boys?" the sheriff asked. "You satisfied now? You got a good look at those ladies' fine tits. Okay for them to mosey on?"

"Well, Jeter," the one called Jelly said with a drawl, "I don't feel particularly satisfied right now. Seems all the trouble and embarrassment those ladies caused us, might need a little more satisfaction. What do you think, Billy Ray."

"I guess I do agree, Jelly. Might need to see a little pussy, too. Jeter, why don't you ask that young man do us the great pleasure of showing us his mama's and his sister's pussy."

"Son," the sheriff said grimly. "Looks like these boys need a little more satisfaction. Why don't you get those tight little skirts off of your mama and sister and see if that might satisfy these here boys."

Jeremy seemed quite a bit less reluctant than I expected. Shockingly, he appeared almost eager. I watched first in surprise at how quickly and willingly he slipped Amber's tight little skirt down over her hips, and then felt even more surprise and some pride as Amber stepped out of her skirt and again stood unflinching in front of our dreadful audience. She didn't move at all when Jeremy pulled her thong down to reveal her naked body to her repulsive audience. 

I was again so proud of her. Amber's body was absolute perfection, but it's odd what your mind does in situations like that. Upon seeing that Amber keeps herself completely shaved, as I do, I marveled at how similar our feelings about our bodies must be. Like me, she pays a lot of attention to the way she looks nude and understands and appreciates the sleekness that only a completely shaved body can attain. I realized with great satisfaction that we both take the same deep pride in our bodies. Like mother like daughter, as the old saying goes!

But at the same time, and even odder feeling occurred. A surprisingly competitive spirit begin to arise in me. Amber had an exceptional figure, no doubt. Large firm breasts enhanced by a waspish waist and the impossibly long legs that only an eighteen-year-old girl can possess made her an obvious object of desire. But now, suddenly, I realized how much I also wanted Jeremy to strip me and display me to these awful rednecks. Amber was young, beautiful and sexy, but I knew that even at 36 I had a body that could easily compete with hers. That stupid Jelly might think I'm "old" but I was pretty sure my naked body would be competitive. And now, even in this dangerous situation, I welcomed the competition!


A Family's Story Ch. 01



When, with some effort, Jeremy managed to strip the tight micro mini from my hips, my only thought was how I wished I'd been in heels, because I knew there were few women who could compete with the image I project in six inch stilettos. Not even a hot little eighteen-year-old. 

I stepped out of the skirt puddled on the floor below me and waited for Jeremy to finish. When he stripped the thong from me, lingering again to lightly stroke my vagina this time, I simply stood there and posed. "Satisfied?" I sneered.

But truthfully, at that moment, I impulsively wanted to be stared at. I welcomed the exclamations. Each "Goddamn," each "Motherfucker," each other obscene compliment about my body excited me. I wanted those men's appreciative eyes on me. When they turned to Amber, I only posed more provocatively. I was thrilled by their growing excitement.

"I'll be goddamned," I heard the sheriff exclaim suddenly. "Look at that there boy. He's got himself a hard on!"

I turned to look at Jeremy, and to my shock saw that he was visibly excited and showing through his shorts.

"Wee dog, look at that," Jelly laughed. "Why don't you pull your britches down, boy, see what you got. Have that sweet little sister of yours pull them shorts off you, boy."

The sheriff's grabbed Amber by the hair and pulled her over to where her brother stood with his obvious erection. At his fierce insistence, Amber hesitantly slid Jeremy's shorts down. I literally gasped at what I saw. My son's cock was stiff and long. I was startled by his size. My husband is not small, by any means, but Jeremy was his superior by far. Like Amber, Jeremy stood there seemingly unembarrassed.

"Hot damn," Jelly yelled. "That boy's momma and sister got him all hotted up!"

"Shame to let big old boner like that go to waste, don't you think, Jeter?" Billy added.

"Well, boy, like to stick that big old thing in your momma or sister's pussy?" the sheriff asked with a leering laugh.

Jeremy said nothing, but his erection remained as hard and threatening as before.

He pushed me toward the table in front of us and bent me tits down on its surface. With his knee, he pushed my legs apart, exposing my vagina. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Billy Ray and Jelly had done the same to Amber. "Come here, boy," the sheriff said.

"You a virgin, boy?" I heard Jelly say to my son.

Jeremy seemed to just sneer at him. "Hardly," he said.

"No, I imagine them city cunt go for a big dick young stud like you," Jelly laughed.

"Well now, take a look at that pussy we got spread out for you over at 'at 'er table, boy," Billy Ray laughed. "Mighty inviting, ain't it?" he grinned.

I felt Jelly slip his finger into the slit of my sex and saw him do the same to Amber. "Both of them mighty wet, too," he added, putting his finger to his lips. "And tasty, too! I think they'd appreciate a slice of that big cock of yours up they tasty, wet cunts. What say, boy? You willin'?"

I listened to this conversation in a very perplexed state. It was frightening, yes, but also curiously intriguing. Mandy and I were both bent over a table with our legs spread, with the sheriff now holding both of our heads down hard on surface, pinning us there. Jelly and Billy Ray were playing with our sex and teasing my son.

My head was turned toward Amber and I saw Jelly push Jeremy directly up behind Amber and heard him instruct him to position his cock at the entrance to Amber's vagina. "Now, boy," he said through a huge grin. "You know us country Southerners always get our start with our sisters, so maybe a city boy might appreciate that too. "What you say, boy? Like a little of your sister's poontang?" 

A startled "Oh!" from Amber and a grunt from Jeremy and a hilarious uproar from our three captors supplied the answer. My son had just penetrated his sister! I turned my head down slightly to see Jeremy driving furiously up into Amber's pussy, with apparently little resistance on her part. We were being raped, as I knew we would be, but I could never have predicted that our initial rapist would be my son.

"Look at that boy go! He's like some young pup found him some cute bitch in heat. Ain't no stopping that boy now," the sheriff said, laughing and pointing at Jeremy's cock driving in and out of his sister's pussy with astonishing speed and force. The sheriff's description was perfectly accurate.

As I watched, I became increasingly perplexed at my own growing excitement, and even stranger, my growing jealousy of my daughter. It bothered me that Jeremy seemed to be enjoying his sister's body so much, not even glancing my way. So I confess that I wasn't at all unhappy to see Jelly grab Jeremy by the waist, pull him off of his sister and say, "Whoa, boy. You still got your mamma to fuck." I experienced a thrilling sense of competition as he literally jerked Jeremy off of his sister and position him behind me.

Jeremy's cock, glistening with his sister's juices, looked both fearsome and enticing. It shocked me to realize not only how much I suddenly wanted him inside me, but also how much I wanted him to prefer my sex to his sister's. When I sensed him readying himself behind me and felt the tip of his cock brush my spread labia, a rush of competitive fire engulfed me.

"You take a couple, two, three strokes into your mamma's cunt now, boy. We're going to make this a contest. See which one of them whores you decided to shoot your load in. Now get to it."

Jeremy didn't need any other encouragement. I let out an unexpected moan as his thick, rock hard cock slipped easily past my labia and begin its long, hard penetration of my wet pussy. Jeremy's swollen cock felt magnificent as its initial stroke slammed hard up against my cervix, and I instantly became even more determined to win whatever "contest" these fools had in mind. I was certainly not going to let my little slut daughter out fuck me!

I parted my legs to better accommodate his swollen cock, as each deep thrust of Jeremy's fat shaft into my loosening pussy smashed my clit against his sex, stimulating me in ways I'd never experienced. Though taboo, the intensity of his fucking and my passionate response formed a bond of pure pleasure that erased all inhibitions, I fell deeply into the rhythm of his hard, deep thrusts, and the overwhelming sensation Jeremy was producing deep in my belly was about to produce a mind numbingly embarrassing climax. I could sense Jeremy on the verge of eruption, and just as I was about to shriek out my climax like some common whore, Jelly jerked Jeremy from my ravening sex. 

"You can't stop now," I pleaded stupidly, reaching out to Jelly before I realized how my plea sounded and muffled my excitement as best I could.

"Like that young en's cock don't you, sweet mama," he laughed reaching out to pinch my nipples. "He'll stuff your cunt again, honey, don't you worry none."

"Listen up boy," the sheriff said to Jeremy as he walked around the table and stroked Amber's ass. "Here's what we goin' to do. You gonna take eight ten strokes in your sister's pussy, then eight ten strokes in your mama's. Then you gonna decided which of these two whore cunts you gonna drop your load in. We gonna take bets on which one you choose. Lots of fun!"

He pushed Jeremy over to Amber and I listened as they counted out his ten strokes into her pussy. I wanted so desperately to win, but I knew I was competing with Amber's younger, tighter pussy. I was in near despair when I felt Jeremy reenter me and heard the sheriff calling out the strokes. I could only hope I could convey my fervent need to him.

At the tenth stroke, the sheriff pulled Jeremy out of me, and I awaited his decision. I had given all that I could. I had opened for him, used all the tricks I'd learned. I waited frantically.

"Go ahead and pick now, boy!" the sheriff exclaimed.

I was certain he would choose Amber. I was positive she wanted to win this as much as I did, and certain the little slut had used her tightness to her advantage. I think I hated her at that moment. So you can imagine my elation, when, without a word, Jeremy rammed his ridged rod back so hard up into my cunt that he literally lifted me off my feet. I looked over at Amber and saw what seemed to me a clear look of dismay cross her face. I experienced such powerful sense of achievement as each hard stroke drove up inside me. Jeremy had chosen my cunt, not his silly sister's. I smiled at her in triumph. 

I no longer cared what I sounded like now or what would be thought of me. Still, it seemed like a stranger I heard calling out over and over, "Oh my God, yes, Oh my God, yes," as Jeremy's delicious thick meat stuffed my pussy, driving toward what I hoped would be a quiet, controlled climax.

It wasn't quiet. How could it be? But it wasn't as bad as it might have been. When Jeremy shot his heavy load of sperm into my swollen cunt, I did manage some little semblance of control, even in the throes of the most riveting and forceful climax I had ever experienced up until then. All I said was "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God" in rising volume until I tipped over the edge and simply could not repress one deep shriek of pleasure as Jeremy's cum splattered against my throbbing womb.

"You fucking bitch," Jelly yelled, grabbing me by my hair slapping me hard across the face. "Where'd you learn to whore fuck like that?! You cost me twenty bucks, slut. Thought for sure that cute thing over there woulda took that boy's jizz." 

He jerked me off the table and pushed me to my knees, still holding me by my hair. I was dazed from both the hard, vicious slap across my face and the force of the climax still shuddering through my body. I looked to my left as Jelly pushed me to the floor and saw Amber gagging on Billy Ray's cock. I actually smiled to myself at the sight of her struggles. Another hard, vicious slap across my face. I instantly refocused. 

Amber may have inherited my blonde hair, I thought, and the shape and size of my tits, and my sense of fashion, but she apparently did not inherit another talent I have, which I intended to demonstrate to her immediately. Through the haze of Jelly's second brutal slap across my face, I saw him position his erect cock in front of my mouth, and in one quick movement, I opened my mouth and drew him completely down my throat in one quick motion. You see, I have no gag reflex! Amber apparently does! I hoped she had seen what I just did.

"Goddamn, Billy Ray! Look at this!" Jelly exclaimed. You can fuck this whore's mouth like a cunt!"

It was the perfect thing for Jelly to say. I saw Amber look over as Jelly's cock pistoned fully in and out my mouth, and the look on her face was priceless. Gagging on Billy Ray's cock pushing to the back of her throat, with tears running down her check smearing her mascara, Amber looked like the child she was. There was no way she could compete with me now, and each thrust of Jelly's cock fully down my throat showed that clearly. 

All three men used my throat and Amber's as well. I'll admit that Amber was a quick study, and by the time the sheriff took her mouth, she was able to accommodate him fairly easily with only an occasional gagging noise. 

When the sheriff pulled himself from Amber's mouth, he moved to me. Pulling my mouth from Billy Ray's cock, he jerked me over to the table and pushed me down so that my legs were dangling over the side. Billy Ray's protests were simply ignored. "Fuck the other bitch," the sheriff said simply. "I want this hot mama!"

He pulled my legs up to his shoulders with his big gross stomach lying disgustingly on mine. It was revolting. 

"Sorry I had to work your husband over so hard, ma'am," he said politely, "but I'm pretty sure you don't mind so much now that you got the young boy's cock up inside you," he said adjusting his fat gut on my belly. I felt the cock beneath that ugly load of fat part my labia. "Now tell me the truth, honey, ain't you pleased 'bout what I done now? Tell me now bitch," he said easing his cock into my vagina.

His cock worked its way fully inside me and began to pump slowly at first and then a little harder. He had my tits in his hand and was kneading them while pinching and pulling my nipples. His cock was longer than I expected and like the rest of him, it was quite fat. Thicker than anything I'd ever experienced. And to my amazement, this hideous creature was doing an excellent job inside my cunt. Shamefully, I could feel myself growing more and more aroused, and I could see that the horrid sheriff knew it.

"Now, honey, tell me you ain't mad at me for fucking up your husband," he leered, pushing his fat cock even harder up against my clit. "Tell me now, sweet thing, tell me now, he said in unison with his strokes into my dripping wet pussy. "Tell your daddy you like the way he's fucking you. Tell me, now!"

I had resolved to keep quiet. No matter how aroused his thick sex had made me, I would not give this revolting man any indication of my pleasure. None! 

"Tell me you love this cock, bitch," he groaned, driving himself deeper and harder inside my loosening womb. 

It was getting harder and harder to suppress my growing arousal, the purely carnal pleasure of his fat cock manipulating my body and massaging my clit. 

"Do you love my big ol' cock up your belly, baby?" he said, stroking harder now.

I couldn't believe what I did next. I simply closed my eyes slightly nodded my head yes!

The sheriff exploded in laughter. Everyone looked over at him as he pumped me with his thick cock. "We got us a cock hound here, boys!" he laughed.

"Now tell me, honey, tell me you're happy about what I did," he said, turning his attention back to me again, driving his massive cock deeper and harder inside me. 

As horrid as this is to say, the way he was fucking me and his insistence that I answer him was producing intense sensations deep in my vagina and utter confusion in my head. I felt all control slipping away from me. "Yes... I'm happy... I guess" I whispered stupidly.

"You guess?!" he said, slapping my tits. "You guess?!"

Climax seemed so close and his spectacular cock stuffed up inside me felt so incredibly amazing, that when he slowed and said again, "You guess?!" I answered clearly, "Yes, yes I'm happy."

"You're happy what?"

"I'm happy you're fucking me," I said softly. "I'm very happy you're fucking me like this," I repeated a second later.

That's all it took. His whole being seemed to change and we became totally united as he drove his thick fat cock violently up inside me again. I moaned and thrashed about, whimpering, "Oh my God" over and over again, opening up totally for him, waiting for the climax he was about to produce. 

We climaxed together, and when his repulsive mouth found mine, I kissed him greedily, moaning into his mouth, "I'm happy, I'm happy" as my body convulsed in sexual debauchery! 

The sheriff's first burst of cum started a climax that was like nothing I'd ever experienced. My entire body responded. As his cock erupted inside me, my climax grew and grew, spreading throughout my body. I felt it first deep in my womb where his cock was now exploding. I felt it next through my belly and my ass and eventually clear up to my tits. I felt it in my throat even as my body seemed to gush in a torrent of sensations of pure carnal rapture. I thought it would never end, and I never wanted it to end. 

It bothered me perhaps a little as I lay there on the table gasping for breath as I slowly came down from my incredible climax and watched Jelly (and later Jeremy) choose to spill themselves in Amber's cunt rather than mine. That's how much I wanted cock in me! I wanted it all. But I remembered that Billy Ray had dropped his sperm in me and of course, Jeremy had done so initially. The sheriff, with his big fat gross belly and fat cock had somehow managed to make me climax harder than I ever had before, and I really don't think Amber ever did climax, but I could be wrong.

Lying there on the table with Jeter's cum oozing out of my thoroughly stretched vagina, feeling that the men had finally finished with us, I tried to convince myself that all this had happened against my will. But I was of course lying to myself. I would repent when we got out of here, I promised myself.

But just when I thought all of the men were totally spent and our ordeal was finally over, Billy Ray decided that he "felt sorry" for Bill.

"All of us have had some fine pussy this afternoon," he said in mock seriousness. "We've all enjoyed these fine young ladies' gifts. But that poor old man over there in the corner," he went on, pointing to Bill, "ain't never had none. Now that just ain't right!"

"Why I firmly agree with you," Jelly added in the same mocking tone. "Mr. Bill needs him a little pussy, too! Honey," he said to me, "why don't you walk over yonder and get your husband ready for a nice little piece of fuck meat."

I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted me to do, but it didn't take long for me to understand. The sheriff grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over to where Bill sat handcuffed to the chair. He pushed me down in front of him and ordered me to pull his shorts down and "Suck that man's cock up hard."

I did as I was told. Really, what options did I have? I pulled Bill's shorts down, exposing his cock, and gently took it into my mouth. It took some doing, but after a while I was able to get him reasonably erect. I expected be told to mount him then, but of course that's not what these perverts had in mind. 

As I pulled my mouth off of Bill's ready cock, and prepared myself to service him, Jelly brought Amber over to the chair, turned her ass to Bill, and ordered her to "fuck her father." 

She did just that, lowering herself with what I thought was very little hesitation onto her father's waiting shaft. As her tight, young cunt enveloped his cock, I saw her look straight at me as if to say, "The competition isn't over!"

I don't really know how I felt when Bill's cock went soft after only six or seven strokes into his daughter's young pussy. I probably felt vindicated. The hot little eighteen year old couldn't keep her father hard! It pleased me when Jeter ordered me to suck his cock hard again.

I could tell that Amber was angry when I pulled my mouth from Bill's newly erect cock, even though she tried hard to hide it. Her tight little cunt couldn't maintain his erection but my mouth and my skill brought it right back! Amber quickly mounted her father again, giving me a really nasty look as she lowered herself onto his cock a second time. This time the results were better. Bill tried to hide it, but it was still quite evident when he ejaculated and filled Amber's young cunt with his semen.

Unfortunately, I suppose, this whole show excited our rapists again and spurred another round of sex. It must have excited me, too, because the sheriff again managed to make me climax, even more easily this time, though I'm not sure he noticed because I had to moan my climax onto Jelly's cock plunging down my throat. 

To entertain the men, Amber and I were both subject to three ways, which the sheriff described as making us "air tight!" A funny expression and a very odd sensation. It was my first time servicing three men at the same time, and I assume it was Amber's as well. 

When they were finally finished with us, the sheriff warned us that any "rape kit" would show traces of both Jeremy's and Bill's semen in us and that it would be better to just go on home and forget about it. And that's exactly what we did. We drove home in complete silence, and, rightly or wrongly, we kept it that way. 

As he walked us out to the car, the sheriff kept his hand firmly up my skirt on my bare ass. "Call me," he said. I smiled at him as I slipped into the car.

(There's more to come!)



A Family's Story Ch. 02



About a month and a half later, life had returned to semi-normal. Our adventure in rural Georgia was simply never talked about now. Bill and I had spoken briefly about what happened that evening when we got home, and each had agreed to believe what the other said was true. I lied, of course, when Bill asked me directly if I'd encouraged Jeremy or if I'd climaxed with any of them. I pretended astonishment that he would even suggest it. I never asked him directly about his experience with Amber. I know he ejaculated in her, but I am also positive that he's embarrassed about it. That's just his nature. So I mercifully let it go. I think that was quite charitable of me.

Bill is obviously not over it, however. We've only had sex once since Amber and I were forced, and that was awkward. Now he spends a lot of his time in Washington D.C. lobbying for his company. He seems driven now and so focused on work. I think it helps him forget that he fucked his daughter. Or to be fair, I guess I should say that Amber fucked him. But whatever, he's been extremely successful lately, and has earned a number of bonuses over the past few months. He's rarely home, but the extra money is always nice, so I didn't complain. 

I often think about that experience, too. I can sometimes physically feel the thickness of Sheriff Jeter's cock stuffed so deep up inside me. I've occasionally thought about calling him, but I knew that would be foolish. I've dialed his number half a dozen times, but the one time I let it ring, I hung up. I hope I don't ever call him, but I know it's a real possibility. I haven't had sex in a long time. I think about it constantly.

I've thought about having an affair, but I'm just not that kind of woman. I've only cheated three times in our nineteen-year marriage, and I think that's really outstanding. I mean, it's one thing for a normal frumpy housewife to not cheat, but not for someone who looks like me. I get hit on constantly! So I'm very proud of how faithful to Bill I have been. It will be Bill's fault if I do have to look around.

Being raped the way I was has had a profound effect on me. I seem constantly on the edge of desire, constantly thinking of the men who had taken me and the way they did it. Sex has been a persistent thought, and sadly, sex with my husband is a rare occurrence now. I've become nothing but unfulfilled arousal. 

Not surprisingly, the incident has affected Jeremy and Amber, too, but in quite different ways. Jeremy has always been a loving and demonstrative boy, always hugging and kissing me, and lately he's been even more so. He seems very protective of me, almost as if he wants to make me his possession. His relationship with his sister has grown more secretive. I'm not sure I understand that. 

Amber has turned into a bit of a bitch. She seems to always be competing with me. If she sees a guy checking me out me when we're out shopping, she'll go to outrageous lengths to make the guy look at her. On the few occasions that Bill is home anymore, she flirts openly him, having constant "wardrobe malfunctions" and other "accidents" that display all of her "charms" to him, often while sitting in his lap. She makes sure I notice. It only embarrasses Bill, I feel.

But lately things changed dramatically.

It began in late July. It was very hot and muggy in Augusta. Amber was on a two-week Caribbean cruise with her boyfriend and his family. I was putting up some new curtains in the dining room, and had changed into some cute little shorts I'd bought earlier that week and a cut off tee shirt that I like to wear around the house when no one's here. It's rather brief, coming not quite to the bottom of my boobs, but it's so very cool on these hot muggy Georgia days. And in truth, I love how sexy I feel in it. 

Every time I'd stretch up to adjust the curtain, the lower half of my boob was entirely on display. I knew I was giving every passerby a little peep show each time I'd raise my arms above my head, but that only made me feel sexier. And I frankly needed to be admired.

I heard the door open, and saw Jeremy, just home from school, walk over to give me a hug and a kiss, as he's done since grade school.

"Hey, hottie. Nice boobs!," he said, kissing me on the neck, and putting his arms around my waist. "Saw them through the window!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your mother?" I said in mock dismay, but not lowering my arms immediately.

"It is when your mom is as hot as you are and her tits are like totally on display!"

"Jeremy, stop that now!" I said in a similar tone, finally dropping my arms to my side. I paused a moment. "You think I'm hot?" I asked with a little giggle.

"You're a MILF," he said. "Know what that is?"

"Yes, I know what a MILF is," I answered trying to sound stern. "That's not a nice thing to say to your own mother!"

"Mom, you're the hottest MILF in the school. All the guys say that." His pelvis was pushing up hard against my bottom and his fingers were lightly tracing circles on my belly while he kissed my neck. 

"Oh, really? All the guys?" I said looking up over my shoulder at my son's flushed face. He was obviously enjoying this. I could feel his cock beginning to harden against my butt.

Yeah, all the guys. Every time you come by to pick me up, every guy in the school goes fucking nuts wanting you."

"Doesn't that embarrass you?" I asked innocently.

"Are you kidding? This isn't like back in the day. I love having the hottest mom!"

"Everybody says I'm hot?" I asked. "Hotter than Jake's mom?" I added somewhat petulantly. "She's really very pretty."

"She's flat as a board, mom. Nobody wants to fuck her," he said in a slightly raspy voice, pulling me closer into his body. His left hand was pushing down against the waistband my shorts.

I have to admit that I loved what Jeremy had just said. Melissa, Jake's mother, always acted as though she was a runway model and always gave me just the snootiest looks when we'd meet. I could tell she didn't like the way I dressed, and somebody once told me that she had called me a "tramp" at a dinner party. She was the kind of woman who always thought she was at the cutting edge of fashion and that she and her hedge fund husband were just so superior to the rest of us. And I also know that she thought she was hot! So when Jeremy told me not one the guys thought she was the least bit sexy, I just loved it.

"What about Donny's mother?" I went on. "She has huge boobs!"

Jeremy's right hand had risen to the very underside of my breast now. I just stayed where I was, intrigued by the conversation and what Jeremy was doing. His right hand seemed about to cup my breast and his left appeared determine to investigate what was beneath my shorts!

"Mom, come on. She's fat! You're the hot MILF mom," he said huskily, kissing my neck again and moving his hand up that last inch to finally cup my breast fully in his hand. "And these are boobs!" His erection was pushing hard into my butt.

"Jeremy," I said, "what are you doing?"

"I'm feeling your hot tits," he replied, beginning to caress my nipples.

"Jeremy, I'm your mother!" I said with some consternation. But I made no effort to move his hand.

"You're a MILF," he answered huskily. Both hands were now cupping my tits and openly kneading them. "And I want to fuck you!" he groaned pulling hard on my nipples.

"Jeremy, I'm your mother," I repeated, trying to catch my breath. "Please stop." I could feel my nipples stiffening between his fingers.

"You liked it when I fucked you in that barn. I know you did."

"That was different, Jeremy. That was forced. They made us do it."

"All the more reason to do it right, this time," he said breathing hard into my ear.

His right hand had moved down to caress my belly again now. I was beginning to lose control of myself. As his fingers explored the waistband of my shorts, I wantonly sucked my belly in to give his exploring fingers easier access to the prize he was obviously after. I let out a tiny moan when his fingers found the cleft of my pussy.

"Jeremy, this is so wrong," I sighed arching my back.

In one quick motion, he pulled the tee over my head, turned me to him, and grabbed my ass and squeezed me hard against him with all of the pent-up ardor in his body.

"I don't care," he groaned. "I need to fuck you. Feel this," he said, placing my hand on the throbbing bulge in his pants.

It had just gone too far now. My lack of sexual satisfaction, my own built-up eroticism, and the memory of Jeremy's extraordinary cock filling my cunt in the Georgia woods and the explosive climax he'd produced so deep inside me had me dripping wet. I struggled to regain some composure. I knew I should not let this happen. This would be incest, and it wouldn't be forced!

Suddenly, his lips were on mine and his tongue was thrusting into my mouth. I could feel my knees buckle and my determination fade. I simply surrendered to his powerful need. And to my own!

"Just this one time, then, Jeremy," I moaned. "It can never happen again," I whimper into his mouth as his tongue darted deeply inside. "Just this one time."

He slipped the shorts down my quivering thighs, and as I stepped out of them, he scooped me into his arms and carried me back toward the bedrooms. I expected him to take me to his room, but instead, he walked right past and deposited me on his father's bed. It only made the extreme eroticism of his incest more intense.

"Jeremy" I said again as he lay me on his father's bed and pushed my legs apart, "Only this once. Just to make up for the other time. Promise me!"

His answer was to impale me with his thick, passion-filled cock.

There was no foreplay. There was no need of any. We were both burning with desire. I had wanted to suck him, but I realized he was too deeply aroused now. He was on me and in me instantly, filling me with the intensity of his thrilling cock.

I was surprised at the violence of his assault. His first hard thrust into my sex nearly knocked the wind from me and I could feel my cunt tear slightly as it slashed its way deep into areas not normally visited. Jeremy's large cock was opening and stretching regions of my vagina that even he hadn't reached that day in the Georgia woods. Each hard stroke seemed to find another unused area of my pussy.

"Oh, God, Jeremy," I moaned, opening wider for him, adjusting my hips to take the force of his impassioned thrusts into my willing body. "You are so big. I'm not used to this. Be careful with me."

I could have been speaking to the wall. He was too engulfed in the rage of his passion to hear me or to care what I was saying. He continued to ravage my pussy with his long hard strokes to the very bottom of my sex. I knew I no longer cared if he was careful with me or not. I was inflamed, consumed by his incredible plundering of my body. "Fuck me, Jeremy, fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I moaned like a common whore, thrashing around on the bed like the bitch in heat I was. "Fuck me, Jeremy, fuck your mother hard!"

His long cock was pushing hard against my cervix, threatening to rupture it. His thickness was testing the elasticity of my cunt, stretching it to its limit. I had never been filled like this. Each time he drove his splendid cock into me, I would cry out in hysterical, mad abandon. No, I had never been fucked like this. "Oh, Jeremy. Oh, Jeremy," was all I could utter in unison with his plundering of his mother's sex.

I had felt the beginning of my climax in the middle of my vagina within seconds of his initial plunge into my body, and it had continued to grow with amazing and enormous ferocity. It spread quickly through my belly down into my thighs and even into my ass. In a frenzied haze of sexual arousal I grabbed his face and pulled it down to my mouth. My tongue found his. 

My climax erupted all over me. "Oh, God, fuck me hard, Jeremy" was the last thing I remembered saying before my climax engulfed me completely. I only dimly recall feeling Jeremy's hard gush of semen burst into my welcoming womb.

I was surprised how easily and quickly I had climaxed, and even more surprised at my behavior afterward. I was crying in genuine emotion as I thanked my son over and over for the incredible climax he had given me. I was kissing him madly, pulling his softening cock deep down my throat, ingesting every dribble left of his delicious cum. It was some time before my raging emotions subsided and I could collapse in complete satisfaction. I had been fucked like never before. And it was my wonderful son who had provided it. 

Later that evening, I was lying in bed, watching some mindless T.V., thinking about what had happened that afternoon. I had not only allowed my son to fuck me, but I had encouraged it, had enjoyed, and had climaxed spectacularly. But I was feeling the first pangs of remorse. This couldn't go on. I reminded myself that I had insisted that it could only be this one time, and I intended to keep it that way.

Jeremy was out with his girlfriend, Mira, taking in a movie. I didn't want to think of what they might be doing later. I was irrationally jealous, fighting to kill the image of Jeremy's extraordinary cock filling that little twit's pussy. 

It was close to midnight when I heard Jeremy's car pull into the driveway and heard his key in the lock. I muted the T.V., turned down the lights, and listened to his footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard him walk past his own room down the hall, and waited with bated breath. He could be going to the bathroom...or he could be coming here.

The door opened, outlining Jeremy against the lighted hall.

"You awake?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "You're home sort of early."

He said nothing. We walked to the bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled the covers from me. I could feel my nipples suddenly stiffen beneath the thin tee shirt I was wearing.

Jeremy stood and pulled his shirt off. "Lose the shirt," he said to me gruffly.

"Jeremy, we said just that one time, remember?" I whispered, watching as he pulled off his pants and stepped out of his boxers. His erection seemed enormous. He pulled the shirt from my body and sat down again. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled my face to his cock. "Suck it!" was all he said. I could smell alcohol on his breath.

His cock was brushing my lips now. I hesitated before committing fully, but then I quickly sucked his beautiful sex deeply down my throat. His thick shaft filled my mouth completely. His moan of pleasure was all I needed.

I worked his delicious cock furiously in and out of my throat. I paused for breath. "Does Mira do this for you?" I asked seductively.

"She tries," he answered, driving his cock back hard down my throat. "She tries."

A few minutes later, he pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to get on all fours and turn my ass to him. 

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," he said nonchalantly. "Mira doesn't do that."

That was the perfect thing for him to say. I would give him what that ditsy little cunt Mira wouldn't.

"Please use a lubricant, Honey. Otherwise you'll hurt me. You're very big," I said, positioning my ass for him to take.

Suddenly, he drove hard into my cunt, surprising me with the force of his initial thrust. Three hard strokes later, he pulled his wet cock from my sex and positioned it to take my ass.

"That ought to be enough lubrication," he said calmly, and spread my ass cheeks in preparation. I heard his grunt of exertion as he forced the bulbous head of his cock past my anal ring and felt my ass begin to tear slightly. Nothing of this size or force had even penetrated my ass before and the pain was intense. He would not be gentle.

"Please, Jeremy," I implored. "Not so hard. You'll hurt me."

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped. "You're my whore. I'll fuck you the way I want."

And that's what he did.

I knew he was drunk, but still I was frankly shocked at the language. On another level, though, I was somehow intrigued by his saying it. The force and coolness of his expression, the assurance that I was his "whore" excited me. Somehow, his saying it made it true. It was at that moment, I now believe, that he made me his property.

The pain of his rending was too intense to allow me to climax, but somehow I felt a deep satisfaction in his plundering of my ass anyway. His excitement became mine, and when I heard him cry out and felt him ejaculate his juices into my rectum, I was satisfied.

As I cleaned my son's cock, I hesitantly asked if he had had sex with Mira earlier.

He said yes, that he'd fucked her, but he was growing tired of her.

"Her pussy must be much tighter than mine," I said shyly, hoping he'd disagree.

"Her pussy's still pretty tight, yeah. So what?"

"Why would you want me, then?" I asked with a little pout.

"You're a better fuck."

"I am?" 

"Come on, Mom, you know you're good. Plus, I can do whatever I want to you, can't I? That ain't true with Mira. I love fucking you. I'm going to fuck you regularly. You love to be fucked. You know you do. You're gonna be a great whore. My whore."

"You don't mean like a real whore, do you?" I asked somewhat afraid of the answer.

"Yeah, I do," he said. "Like make me money."

I wasn't going to be my son's whore. That I knew. But I just let it go for now.

"Jeremy," I asked timidly. "Why did you decide to take me instead of Amber that day in Georgia?"

"'Cause I've wanted to fuck you since I was about eleven. All my friends want to fuck you bad, and I like it that I'm the one doing it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Jesus Christ, Mom, who wouldn't want to fuck you? You're fucking hot. Great, great tits. Fine ass," he said, rubbing what he'd just fucked so mercilessly. "And that mouth that you can fuck like a cunt, like that sheriff said," he laughed. "Wait 'til I show that to a couple of guys!"

"Was that the first time you had sex with Amber?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Was she a virgin?"

"No, of course not. She's like you. A hot little piece that everybody wants."

"Was that your only time with her?"

"That was my first time, like I said, but I've fucked her couple of times since then."

"Really?" I asked, astonished at how easily he answered. "She was okay with it?"

"Yeah, but she was a little pissed at me for taking you instead of her that day you two were raped. She couldn't understand why I'd want some 'old used up pussy'—that's what she called it—instead of her fresh little cunt."

"She can be a little bitch sometimes. I thought she was competing with me when she fucked your dad the way she did."

"I'm sure she was," he said with a laugh. "But she also told me that I'd probably have an easy time bedding you."

"She said that?! Was I that easy?" I embarrassingly asked.

He just grunted.

"I'm having some guys over for a little pool party tomorrow afternoon. Wear something sexy. Really sexy," he suddenly stated, rising and walking out of the room.

I would do exactly that!



A Family's Story Ch. 03



Chapter 03: The Pool Party

I wasn't sure what Jeremy meant by "sexy." I mean I obviously know what sexy is, just not how far he wanted me to go. I have a very hot little one piece that shows some tit, but I doubted that was what he had in mind. I have a couple of okay bikinis that show a lot more and half a dozen that are right on the border of outrageous. And then there are two that I've never worn and are absolutely, totally over the line. I decided I'd let him decide when he got home that afternoon.

"I've invited four guys over, Mom. Can you make them some lunch?" Jeremy asked as he came through the door early that afternoon. "And how about some beer?"

"Sure," I said. "How about some burgers on the grill? There's beer in the refrigerator in the pool house."

"That's great Mom. Everybody excited to come over and see you in a bikini," he laughed, winking at me. "Make me proud!"

"Oh my God, Jeremy. Like no pressure, right?!" I said with a little pout. "Do you want to pick out the bikini for me? Then if it's not 'hot' enough, it will be your fault, k!" I laughed.

"Sure, lead the way!"

I showed him the one piece first, and he just said, No! The "okay" bikinis were next, and he just made a face. But next couple I showed him brightened him up a little. They were both string bikinis that left very little to the imagination.

"Any other choices," he asked. "Maybe something with less cloth and more skin?"

I hesitated. There were, of course, the two "over-the-line" bikinis that I bought on a whim once. I still don't know why I bought them. I've never worn them, though I modeled them when I got them so I know exactly what I look like in them. I look naked. I hesitated a moment longer and then thought "what the hell. Why not." I reached to the back of the drawer and boldly pulled out the least outrageous of the two and held it up for Jeremy to see. "Ta Da!" I said, holding the teeny thing above my head and waving it in the air.

"That is fucking hot!" he said. "Come on, model it for me."

"Okay," I said. "Turn around and don't look until I say," I laughed and quickly slipped out of my shorts and tee and into what little there was of the outrageously daring bikini. Glancing in the mirror, I saw exactly what I'd remembered. The bra covered my nipples, and nothing else. The bottom was really no more than two inches of bright yellow ribbon hooked to a couple of strings. I looked very, very sexy and very, very available!

"Okay, you can look," I said sultrily. 

"Holy shit, Mom. You look really fucking hot! I'd fuck you right now, but I want you really needing it when the guys come over," he said, walking over to grab my breast and hook a finger under the bikini and into my vagina. "I want you all sexed up when they get here!"

"Oh God, Jeremy," I said with a little moan. "You're going to make me very wet and very horny if you don't stop. I might have to seduce your friends," I said half way seriously.

"Yeah, well that's exactly what they're expecting. I might actually have you fuck one or two of them. We'll see. One for sure, though."

Puzzled, I just looked at him. "You're not serious, right?"

"Wrong. I am serious."

"I can't let your friends have sex with me, Jeremy. I could get in all kinds of trouble if they start spreading rumors about me."

We were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Jeremy invited his friends in and escorted them back to the pool, yelling at me to come out and meet them. I was admittedly nervous not only by what Jeremy had just said but also by the way I was dressed. I thought for a second about changing into something less revealing, but knew that Jeremy would be disappointed and angry, so I just decided to let him at least have his show. I knew I was going to have to disappoint him about having sex with any of his friends, so I could at least give him this.

I could see his four friends were gathered around the pool through the bathroom window. I wanted to look attractive for Jeremy's buds, so I dabbed on some makeup before going out to greet them and adjusted the bikini for maximum effect. I had a reputation for being hot, so Jeremy told me, so I had some pressure to perform. That was my reputation! Finished with my makeup, I again adjusted the bikini to cover just enough and slowly walked out the backdoor and toward the pool to greet Jeremy's four friends.

Two of them, Tim and Derrick, had been here a number of times and I knew them very well. Danny, the oldest of the three and certainly the most mature, had come by occasionally but I didn't really know him as well as the others. The other boy was a complete mystery.

"Wow," Tim said. "You look great, Candy!"

"Thank you," Tim, I smiled and winked at Jeremy.

The two other boys I knew gave me similar compliments and I gave them flirtatious looks and sexy smiles in return. Only the mystery boy remained silent.

"Hi, I'm Candace, Jeremy's mom," I said, posing in front of him somewhat provocatively. "You can call me Candy."

The boy introduced himself as Troy, and casually looked me up and down.

"Anybody want a beer?" I asked, turning towards the rest of the guys. I was intrigued by the mystery boy.

Everybody wanted beer, of course. What teenage boy wouldn't? I collected five bottles, gave on to Jeremy with a wink, and distributed the rest among the boys, making sure to brush each guy with either my thigh or in the case of Danny, a very deliberate rub of my tit on his shoulder. I was feeling very mischievous.

"You're not having a beer?" Derrick asked.

"No, somebody has to be sober and keep an eye on you guys," I teased. "I might have to rescue somebody in the pool!"

All the guys except the mystery boy, Troy, openly looked me up and down. For some reason, I found myself suddenly attracted to Troy, probably because of all of the boys, he seemed the least interested initially. And I didn't like that at all! When I handed him his beer I carefully made sure he got a complete eyeful. And now for the first time he was looking intently. I felt much better about that. I was glad he got a glimpse of tit and nipple. I wondered if this was the guy Jeremy had planned for me.

After a couple of beers, Jeremy suggested we play some pool tag. The guys voted me to be "it" and I proceeded to chase after them, managing to let my tits bounce free of the teeny bra any number of times. I could see how happy that made Jeremy.

I finally managed to tag Tim, and he in turn tagged me again, squarely on my tit. I could see the erection in his trunks beneath the water. It was easier to tag the other boys when they learned what tagging me in return meant. With the exception of Troy, each boy managed to grab a whole handful of usually bare breast each time they tagged me. Troy would only tag me on the shoulder. It was infuriating!

As we grew tired, Jeremy got out to grill some burgers and replenish the beer supply. Tim and Derrick joined him, leaving Danny, Troy and me alone in the pool. Jeremy came back shortly with a couple of joints of very powerful Columbian. Fifteen minutes later we were all very, very mellow and relaxed. I was teasing Danny, who could not take his eyes off of my tits, but it was Troy who interested me because he seemed so cool and aloof. It was driving me crazy.

Jeremy came by a few minutes later to announce that we were out of beer and he and Tim were going to get another case.

"You can't by beer, Jeremy," I said. "You're only eighteen!"

"Mom, please. Everybody's got a fake I.D. and everybody knows who sells and who doesn't," he replied.

I just laughed and watched as my son, Tim and Derrick set out to score more beer. The marijuana had put me in a very mellow but sexy mood. I was teasing Danny and while playfully managing to elude his clumsy moves, I swam over to Troy and asked him to "save me." I turned my back to him and mischievously splashed water at Danny while backing into Troy.

I felt his hands encircle my waist and I assumed he was going to play my protector, but he was pulling me hard into his belly and didn't seem too eager to let me go.

I was thrilled. "Finally," I thought, "It's about time you noticed!" And I gently pushed my butt into his belly, rubbing ever so slowly against him. I knew I should stop when I felt him hardening beneath me, but I thought that he deserved to be teased for ignoring me and I continued to press myself against his young cock. Plus, the marijuana was making me very, very amorous.

I felt his hands slide down my hips and grab the two bows on the sides of my bikini thong. "What would happen if I pulled these?" he whispered in my ear.

"I don't know," I said naughtily over my shoulder. "Maybe you should find out!"

With no hesitation, he pulled the thong from my body and pressed himself hard against my bare butt. Holding me with one hand, his other hand quickly untied my bikini top and dropped it in the water beside me. Danny just stared at the totally nude body Troy was holding against him. "Holy shit," he said. "That is so fucking hot!"

Troy must have somehow pulled his trunks down because his cock was now fully erect between my legs. This was not at all what I had planned. All I wanted was to tease him for being so distant. I know how to tease, but just as I was about to push him away, his cock found the entrance to my vagina and an instant later had penetrated it. He was holding me hard against him by my tits and his cock was inching its way inside me.

Danny continued to stare. "Are you going to fuck her?" he asked in a raspy voice. "You should man! Fuck her!"

Troy was fully inside me now and stroking carefully. He seemed very accomplished. This was obviously not his first time. "I thought you might be easy," he murmured in my ear, and continued his slow strokes deep into my cunt.

"You should fuck her, man," Danny repeated. "Come on, fuck her!"

I looked at Danny and shushed him. "Just be quiet for a while, Danny, okay" I said softly. "He's fucking me right now." "Oh shit, man. That is so fucking hot! I want some when he's done!"

I smiled at him and opened myself wider to accommodate Troy's young cock. There was simply no point in resisting now. 

Troy fucked me quietly and easily. It wasn't great sex by any means. Troy was eighteen and like most young boys, way too fast, but knowing that Danny intended to take me next alleviated some of the distress I felt when I felt Troy's cock ejaculate inside me way too soon. When Troy pulled out, Danny immediately turned me toward him, and cupping my tits in his hands, drove hard into my cum-filled cunt. The sex was better with Danny because Troy had primed me so well, but unfortunately Danny was equally fast. 

Both boys had deposited their loads in me in less than ten minutes and left me nearly crazy for sex. Unfortunately, sex with them had turned out to be great foreplay, but that's all! They both said wanted more later, and I smiled broadly at them and said "Good! So do I!" 

I made Danny dive down to the bottom of the pool to retrieve my bikini and let him put it back on me. He tied it very loose, which was just perfect for me. I was so totally unsatisfied. It was really important now that I look available. I was burning with desire. 

I got out of the pool, dried myself, and lay down on the chaise lounge. I noticed my top was so loose now that any movement at all would expose me entirely. I liked that. I even thought about simply taking it off, but thought better of it a moment later. It would be better if one of the boys did it.

By the time Jeremy had come back with the beer, I had calmed down a little. He announced that he had scored some "X" while he was out and passed it around. I'd only tried Ecstasy once, and that was with Bill early last year. The sex had been terrific, the best we'd ever had together. It was perfect for the mood I was in now, so I took a hit, when Jeremy offered it, and a beer from Danny. Why not, I thought. I helped Jeremy put the burgers on the grill and I told him what fun his party was. I said that I hoped I looked hot enough for him and that I wanted his friends to be proud of him for what he had. The Ecstasy was quickly taking effect. I took a long, nervous pull on my beer.

He told me that all the guys thought I was "smoking" hot and that all of them wanted me. That pleased me a great deal. I asked him if he wanted any of them to have me, and he just smiled and said that he'd see how things go and kissed me hard on the lips.

I told him again how I adored looking hot for him. He smiled and said I'd look even hotter without my top. Exactly what I had thought earlier.

"Do you think that would make your friends even happier," I cooed, shaking my tits in front of him. "Should I be your friends' topless waitress?" I said sultrily. "I like the way the "X" is affecting me!" I added seriously. 

It was more than the X, though. It was more than the beer and joints of Columbian. It was most definitely being fucked in the pool. But mostly it was the intensity of the moment.

"I'm glad you like the X because I saw Danny slip at least one tab in the beer he handed you. Maybe more!"

I glanced down at the empty bottle in my hand.

"You're probably loaded with that shit now," he laughed, grabbing my tits in his hands. "I charged them all $50 for this party tonight and told them if they could get you to agree to it, they could fuck you. It's $50 to get in the door, $100 if they score. That's probably why Danny doped you up. Make you easier!"

"You charged them money?" I asked flabbergasted. "You really do want me to be your whore, don't you."

"Yeah, I do."

"Why, Jeremy? Isn't it enough to just be able to fuck me when you want?"

"That's great. I love that. But I want to own you, too."

"You do own me, Honey. You really do," I said seductively. "You really, really do. You're the one who fucks me now, not your father. That means I'm yours, right?" The Ecstasy was making me crazy.

"I want you to show me that," he said simply. "You haven't fucked anybody since I fucked you have you?"

"No," I lied. "You know I won't have sex with anyone without your permission, right?"

"Great, 'cause I want your first fuck to be because I told you to, okay," he said pulling my ass into his belly. "I'm telling you to."

"Okay," I said. "Who do you want me to fuck?"

The Ecstasy was thoroughly engulfing me. I felt warm and desirous. I wanted to be looked at and touched. I wanted to please Jeremy desperately. "You think I should just take my top off entirely?" I asked. "Would that be hot?" 

"Yeah, I think that would be way hot!" he answered, putting his hand between my legs. "Maybe topless and bottomless!" His hand between my legs rekindled the fire Danny and Troy had started. "It's up to you, Sweetie. I said I want to be what you want. You own me. I'm your property, right? So you decide."

"Topless for now. Bottomless later."

"Untie me," I said. "You're sure not bottomless, too?" I added, like the whore I needed to be for him now.

He looked me up and down a second. "Yeah, all of it, I guess. Why the fuck not."

"I think everybody is going to owe you $100," I giggled. "Who do you want to fuck me first?"

"Doesn't matter," he said. "All of them eventually."

He had me nude a second later, and that's how I delivered the beer and burgers to his friends. They were very, very appreciative!

"Jesus, you are so fucking hot, Candy," Tim said, his erection totally evident.

"Why thank you, Tim," I said and offered him a burger while dangling my naked breasts in his face. "Anything else you'd like?"

Tim blushed beet red.

That wonderful feeling of euphoria and arousal that Ecstasy produces was now flooding my body. I was feeling very sexy, very aroused, and very, very available! I would be easy. Exceptionally easy!

When I offered the same to Derrick, he immediately grabbed my boobs in both hands and stuck my left nipple in his mouth. "I want some of this," he mumbled. Everyone laughed. I put the burgers down and pushed my tits into his face. Derrick sucked my nipple into his mouth and I moaned slightly. I felt hands on my ass. Derrick pulled my head down to his lap to meet his exposed and rigid cock. I pulled his delicious erection quickly to the back of my throat and then completely down it. He groaned in pleasure.

"Can your girlfriend do that?" I asked with a wicked grin. His answer was to pull my head back down onto his engorged cock. He began to fuck my mouth vigorously.

I felt hands on my hips and a knee spreading my legs apart. A very excited penis slipped into my wet and willing pussy. Jeremy had just earned his first $100! From whom, I didn't know.

Troy offered me his cock, which I greedily sucked down my throat. I reached over to begin stroking Tim's cock, by far the smallest of the four. He ejaculated in my hand almost immediately. I felt sorry for him.

I figured the cock in my pussy must belong to Danny. It was his second go round, and he seemed a little more patient this time. I worked my cunt into his cock.

I heard Jeremy behind me somewhere laughing at the commotion around me. Everyone was trying to get his cock into me some way or another, and I was very willing to accommodate them. By evening, I had accommodated all of Jeremy's friends a number of times, and he had made a good little bundle of money. It was an extra $25 for repeats, he said, and I know there were a number of them.

And so Jeremy got what he wanted. He made me his whore. Oddly, I'm not unhappy about it. Not at all really. I feel like I belong to him. It's what he wants. And it's what I want. 



A Family's Story Ch. 04



The next morning, Jeremy walked into my room and casually asked me what I'd be wearing for his friend's visit that afternoon. He had told me last night that the friend who would be visiting today was the guy who supplied his drugs and somebody he owed a lot of money to. I asked him why he didn't just pay the guy, since money isn't a problem in this house, but he said the guy wasn't interested in money. He was interested in me!

"How did he know about me?" I asked intrigued. "Have I ever met him?"

"No, you haven't," Jeremy answered. "But everybody I know knows about you and knows how hot you are."

"Did you suggest that he could have me instead of money?" I asked skeptically. 

"No, but it's all he wants. And I don't blame him."

I was utterly fascinated now, and quite flattered, too. With all of the easily available young sex available nowadays, so Jeremy tells me, this boy wanted me. I felt like a terrible seductress. And I was now very much looking forward to meeting this young boy who wanted me so much.

"Well, what would you like me to wear for your friend?" I asked. "Something sexy?"

"Absolutely!" he grinned "That bikini you wore yesterday was really hot, and you saw what it did to my buds. Why don't you wear that again?"

"Well, I guess I could," I said. "It did get a lot of attention, didn't it?" But I got the most attention when the bikini disappeared," I added with a giggle. 

"I hope you weren't surprised. You know all those guys have wanted to fuck you or like forever, right? I fucking loved it when you walked out there like totally nude and they just went nuts. How long did it take for someone to fuck you, like ten seconds?"

I laughed. "Well, it was pretty obvious, that I was available, I guess," I said, "and I guess everybody knew about the X that Danny put in my beer, right? So I'm pretty sure they were confident that they'd get me before long. It did happen pretty fast, though, didn't it? Danny was in me right before I set the burgers down!" "Danny's wanted to fuck you for the last couple of years. It's all he talks about. And I made some money last night! Listen, this guy today is really, really special, Mom. If he's happy, he can get me a ton of good connections. So look really hot, okay?"

"Don't I always?" I smirked.

"Yeah, you do. Always! But like I said, this guy is really important to what I want to do. And he really wants you."

"You mean to have sex with me, right?" 

"Yeah, that and maybe a little something else. I'll explain later, but he's an important guy around here and I need you to service him."

"Just this once?"

"Just do it, okay. We'll talk about what else later. Just don't get the guy upset. Do what he tells you."

"He sounds kinda scary, Jeremy. How did you get hooked up with him?"

"I'll explain it later. Just be a really good fuck for him."

This whole situation was beginning to sound stranger and stranger, but I was still sure I could deal pretty easily with any of Jeremy's buddies. And I really did want Jeremy to be happy, and even more I wanted him to be proud of me. So I decided I'd go all the way with the bikini this time. I had already decided I was going to let his friend fuck me this one time, but that would be it. So for now, I'd be Jeremy's sexy little sex slave. I reached to the back of my drawer and pulled out the one bikini I never thought I could ever wear. I'd only tried it on once. It could hardly be called a bikini at all. The little silver lame patch that made up the bra did not fully cover my nipples and the teeny slip of material that covered my pussy was hardly wider than a string. It really covered nothing. I'd bought it as a little joke for Bill, but never even had the courage to show it to him. It would surely drive an eighteen year old nuts!

I pulled it from the drawer and handed it to Jeremy.

"Would you like me to wear this?"

"Try it on. Let me see."

Like yesterday, I asked him to turn around while I stepped out of my shorts and top and into the teeny bit of string that was the bikini. Glancing in the mirror, I saw nothing but flesh! I was for all intents and purposes nude!

"Okay, you can look," I said. "Too much for your friend?" I asked shyly.

"Perfect for my friend!" he said. "That is so motherfucking hot! He'll want to fuck you the second he sees you!"

I took a step toward him and watched the thin strip covering my pussy disappear in between my labia. There was nothing covering my sex now but string.

"Perfect," he said again. "I'd fuck you right now, but I want you hot when he gets here."

"Jeremy," I said quietly. "You really don't understand a woman. If you want me really, really hot when your friend comes, then fuck me now!"

Luckily, he didn't tear the bikini when he threw me on the bed and impaled me on his big stiff rod. It was a quick and furious fuck, but it definitely put me in a sexy mood, a very sexy mood, just as I said it would. I didn't climax, but that just made me crazy for sex. A simple touch might be enough right now. Jeremy's friend was going to have a much hotter little slut than he would have otherwise.

Jeremy left to do something, and I went to take a shower to prepare for his friend's visit. Though still not sure I was going to go along with everything Jeremy had in mind, I was suddenly intrigued about meeting this guy who was so important to my son. I definitely wanted to look hot and sexy and desirous. And I would be! 

I took a long time with my hair and makeup. I carefully shaved my legs and pussy to a creamy smoothness. Even though it was mid afternoon, I decided on an evening look and applied long, dramatic false eyelashes with heavy mascara, light blue eye shadow with a tinge of glitter, and a deep, ruby red lip gloss. Some long, dangly ear rings completed the look I wanted. I looked irresistible, I knew. I felt terribly sexy and adventurous. And I also knew I was probably very, very close now to doing what Jeremy wanted me to do! No, I was more than close. All this preparation had aroused both my body and my mind. Yes, I would do whatever Jeremy had in mind for his friend. I knew that now.

I had asked Jeremy to call me before he came home with his friend, and just as I'd finished getting ready, the phone rang. He was on his way. Five minutes, he said.

I slipped into the bikini, slathered myself in lotion, and walked out to the cabana to pose myself on one of the lounge chairs there. I felt like a goddess, and knew I looked like one.

A few minutes later, I heard Jeremy's car pull into the driveway. And suddenly, a cold chill ran down my spine. The man I heard talking to my son as they walked up the drive was very obviously not a young boy...and he was very obviously not white, either! 

As the gate to the backyard opened and my son and his friend entered, my suspicions were confirmed. My son's friend was a very tall, muscular black man covered in tattoos who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Closer to my age than to Jeremy's. This was no boy!

I was astonished. Though Bill and I had taken pains to raise our children apart from the prejudice that was such a huge part of our own lives, Jeremy should have been aware that the simple fact of his mother having grown up in the Deep South would make what he was asking her to do now deeply troubling. I had never so much as hugged a black man. And now he intended for me to have sex with one!

I simply sat there stunned. I was ready to go along with Jeremy's desire for me to have sex with one of his normal friends. This was different. I no longer thought I could not go along with this!

Jeremy and his friend walked over to where I was nervously waiting. His friend just coolly examined me from head to toe, lingering on my breast and belly for an embarrassingly long time. I could feel myself start to squirm anxiously.

"Your moms be a fine looking bitch, Jer," he said finally. "Just like you said."

Jeremy just laughed and said that a lot of guys had told him that and introduced his friend as Rasheed. I smiled somewhat artificially and said I was glad to meet him. Rasheed continued to look me up and down.

"Your bros told you right, Jer. That is a fine piece. I'm going to enjoy fucking her," Rasheed said, speaking to Jeremy but smiling broadly at me. "Stand up and let's have us a better look at you, bitch," he said sternly to me.

What happened next still seems so, so strange to me, almost surreal. I still don't know what it was or why I acted like I did. Maybe it was merely Rasheed's absolute confidence and his utter certainty that he was going to fuck me. Whatever it was, it left me both confused and terribly frightened. I sat there frozen.

""Now, bitch!"

Rasheed's sharp command startled me. Something about the tone of his voice or maybe something else entirely made me feel like a little girl with no choice but to obey. My head seemed in a completely different place. I felt I had no choice but to obey. I looked at Jeremy, who didn't seem bothered at all by Rasheed's command. I looked at Rasheed, who just stood there waiting for me to obey. Maybe I felt if I didn't obey, either I or Jeremy would be hurt. Truthfully, I don't really know. But I stood up. As I arose, I watched the little slip of cloth covering my vagina disappear between my labia. Rasheed just smiled. 

"Nice cunt. Great tits. Now turn around. Let me see your ass."

I did that, too, and was only mildly surprised when Rasheed quickly untied the two bows holding my thong in place and pulled it from my body. I offered no resistance whatsoever. "Get the top for me, will you Jer," Rasheed said. Jeremy didn't hesitate a second, and in an instant later I was standing totally naked in front of my son and his black friend.

"Why don't you go on now and give us a little chance to get to know each other, bro," Rasheed said to Jeremy"

Jeremy simply said "sure thing" and walked off toward the house, leaving me with this fearsome black man who seemed convinced that he was going to have sex with me! I started to say something, but didn't. I have no idea why I was suddenly incapable of speech. I just stood frozen in place with my back to a very scary Negro who was intent on taking me.

Approaching me from the rear, Rasheed cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed the back of my neck. I still remember vividly the strangeness of seeing those huge black hands enveloping my very white breasts. I know he could feel me tense up as he began to kneed my boobs and caress my involuntarily hardening nipples. I heard him chuckle slightly. "Turn around now, bitch. Let me have a look at that pussy again."

Again, I simply, but inexplicably, did as I was told. I turned and faced him and waited for what he would do next.

"Get on your knees, cunt," he said briskly.

I must have hesitated or done something that upset him, because in an instant I found myself reeling from the force of his slap to the side of my head. It was the second time in my life I'd ever been slapped, and though this was really no harder than Jelly's slap earlier, it was intensely more frightening. In a total daze, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. Through a sort of dim red haze I saw him pull his black snake from his pants and watched it stiffen in front of my lips.

I knelt there mesmerized and scared. It wasn't Rasheed's cock that frightened me. It was certainly no fatter than Jelly's and only an inch or two longer at most. Jeremy's cock was nearly as long, though not nearly so thick, especially at the base. So it wasn't the size of his sex that so terrified to me. It was its blackness! The terrible, terrible taboo blackness of the cock that was aimed directly at my white mouth.

When I obediently parted my lips and the first few inches of his terrible black cock slither toward the back of my throat, I knew I no longer had any control whatsoever. I was simply a vessel to receive whatever Rasheed intended to fill it with.

I gagged slightly as his cock slid down into my throat. The base of his cock was forcing me to open my mouth painfully wide. Another hard slap across the face greeted my efforts.

"Teeth, bitch!" was all he said.

It was almost impossible to keep my teeth from grazing his cock as he forced the thick base of his sex deeper into my mouth, and two more vicious slaps reminded me of that. When I finally felt his pubic hair pushing into my face and heard him grunt, I felt slightly more comfortable and fortunately the next dozen strokes down my throat didn't result in another smack in my face. He was talking to me in soothing tones, but his cock was driving harder and harder down my throat with each brutal stroke.

And then just as suddenly as he entered me, he pulled out of my mouth, jerked me to my feet by my hair, and quickly lifted me across his shoulder as if I were some cave woman and carried me to the house.

We encountered Jeremy in the hall, who had apparently been watching and had an obvious erection. "Where can I fuck the bitch?" Rasheed asked him casually.

"Her room's down the hall. You can fuck her there," Jeremy answered.

He dropped me on the bed. "This where your husband fucks you?" he asked.

I nodded my head yes.

"His cock this big?" he laughed, pulling my legs apart and pushing them up to my chest.

"No," I answered meekly.

"This your first nigger cock?"

I again nodded my head yes.

"You'll love it, babe," he said simply.

I smiled nervously at him and closed my eyes and waited.

Another hard slap! "Open your eyes, bitch!"

His first hard plunge buried most of his cock inside me. I was surprisingly wet. Still, I uttered a startled "Oh!" as his thick black rod entered me.

"Not used to cock this size, eh, bitch?"

I wanted to tell him that I'd had large cocks inside me before, but of course I said noting. I simply waited as he pulled his thick black cock to the edge of my pussy and prepared me for his next hard thrust into my womb.

His second stroke buried his black dick totally inside me, straining my cervix. The fat base of his cock stretched my vagina nearly beyond its tolerance. I knew I'd be bleeding a little before he finished fucking me.

I was now fully open for him. With my eyes wide open I watched in fascination as his long black fuck stick submerged itself repeatedly into my loosening womb, each long, hard stroke intensifying the experience.

"You like black cock in your white cunt, bitch?" Rasheed grunted, increasing his tempo.

Astonishingly, I again meekly nodded, yes.

"Tell me you like it," he grunted, burying his massive cock deep inside me.

"I, I like it, yes," I gasped and opened as wide as I could for him.

Each hard stroke inside me increased the excitement for both of us. The taboo of what he was doing to me, the black man in my husband's bed, and the knowledge that Rasheed wouldn't be through with me when he finished fucking me only increased the rapidly growing urges deep in my body.

Harder and harder he plunged his black cock into my very willing and open sex. A moment later, I felt his huge cock begin to convulse deep inside me and the first splat of his hot semen strike the back of my cunt. And then a flood of impossibly hot cum from his thick black fuck stick saturated my cunt. I quickly realized that I was on the verge of a spectacular climax, that only a few more of his deep hard plunges would send me over the edge into a frenzy of delight. I was so, so close. One more hard plunge....

And then he pulled out!

I wanted to scream at him to fuck me. I wanted to beg him to open me again. I was in complete and utter sexual rage. But something thankfully stopped me. I simply lay there moaning quietly in frustration.

"You're a good fuck, bitch," Rasheed said, rising from the bed.

"Thank you," I said shyly. "If you could do me again...."

He ignored me.

"Great body. Big tits. Tight cunt. I'm going to enjoy you using you. So are my bros."

I smiled meekly. I needed him to do me again, like right away! "I like the way you feel inside me," I said stupidly, touching his thigh lightly.

"Jer tells me you got a hot little daughter," Rasheed said, pulling on his trousers. I watched in frustrated disappointment as his delicious cock slipped from my view. "Pretty blonde with big tits like yours, right?"

"Yes," I said, "she's very pretty, and yes, she has a very nice figure. Her name's Amber."

"When will she be home? I'll want to fuck her soon as she gets here."

"She'll be home tomorrow. She's been on vacation with her boyfriend's family. Why do you want to fuck her? Aren't I enough," I asked squirming on the bed in frustration. "You can have me anytime."

"I am going to fuck you, baby, don't you worry, and I'm going to whore you. But I want the little one, too. How old is she? Sixteen, seventeen?"

"No," I said. "She's eighteen. She and Jeremy are twins."

"Nice," he grinned. "And you want to know why I want to fuck her? Jesus, woman! Let's see .....great rack....tight little eighteen-year-old hardly-used cunt. And you want to know why I want to fuck her? Baby, please. You afraid of the competition?"

That stung. Maybe I was afraid of the competition. Like Rasheed said, she's young and tight and has a sensational body. I knew there were some things that I could do better, but still, maybe I did worry. I really wanted Rasheed back inside me right now, and I didn't want to share him with my stupid little daughter, especially if he liked her more than me.

"No, I'm not afraid of the competition," I lied. 

"She a virgin?"

I shook my head, no.

"Too bad. Jer pop her?" he laughed.

I said nothing.

"She ever had nigger cock?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so," I answered.

"Listen, I'm going to take you home with me this weekend and give you a good fucking, but I think I'll fuck your little girl before we go. She'll be home tonight, right?"

"Yes," I said quietly. "Are you going to just rape her?"

"If I have to, yes. You have a problem with that?"

"No, no, not at all," I stammered. "It's probably the best way. Will you please fuck me one more time before you go?" I begged.

He just laughed at me. "Sorry, babe. The next cunt I fuck in this house is gonna be Amber's. You pack up a bag with some whore clothes in it and I'll be back tonight. Call me when the young cunt gets home."

I nodded my head and watched in frustration as Rasheed walked out of the bedroom door.

Amber got home later that afternoon. I called Rasheed and told him to come by around 8:00. Amber looked sensational. She had a light Caribbean suntan and her boobs looked huge and succulent beneath her thin tank top. Tight shorts emphasized the beautiful curve of her ass. She was young and sexy and alluring, and I knew Rasheed was going to really enjoy fucking her. I hated her at that moment.

She was chatting on endlessly about her "fabulous" time in the Caribbean and about all the guys checking her out, and all I could think about was her having Rasheed while I would have to wait. She said she was going out with Sean, her boyfriend, to a movie that evening, but I told her she had to tell him she couldn't go until 9:00 at the earliest.

She was obviously somewhat startled by that, since I never restricted her activities at all. "Why do I have to wait until 9:00?" she asked.

I really had no answer for that. "You need to visit with your brother and me for a little while. You've been gone two weeks." A rather lame answer, but all I could think of at the moment.

Amber just rolled her eyes, but called Sean shortly after and told him she wanted to go to the late show, and whispered something else to him with a giggle. I can only imagine what the little slut said!

When Jeremy came home around 6:00, I explained to him what was going on. I told him I had agreed to let Rasheed take me home with him for the weekend, and informed him about what Rasheed intended to do with Amber.




A Family's Story Ch. 04



"He wants you to whore for him, you know. You all right with that?"

"No, I'm not, but it's what you want, right?"

"Absolutely! I just didn't think you'd go along with it."

"You made me your whore last night, Jeremy. I belong to you now. You're giving me to Rasheed with no restriction, right? So I have to go along with it. I'll whore for him because I'm your whore! It's simple as that," I said calmly.

"Fuck, I love it when you say that. I do own you! I'm really happy about it," Jeremy said enthusiastically. "Is he dropping off any cocaine for me?"

"Yes, an ounce, he said. It was your price for whoring me, right?"

"Yeah. That's Great!"

"Jeremy, what about Amber? He wants to rape her. You okay with that?" I asked seriously.

"Are you?" he replied.

"I guess so," I stammered. "It's the easiest way, don't you think?"

"Well, it's the fastest," he laughed. "Yeah, I'm fine with it. Is he a good fuck?"

"Rasheed?" I asked. "Oh my God yes, Jeremy. I'm really happy you brought him home. I really am. I'm sorry I was hesitant. I should trust you in stuff like this."

"Well don't get too into him. I want to fuck you, too," he grinned. "Just remember, I was the first to whore you!"

"Yes you were! I am your whore. And it turned out to be tons of fun," I said, grabbing his face and kissing him hard on the lips. "Would you like to fuck me right now?" I asked, putting his hands under my shirt.

"Nah, you're Rasheed's whore until Monday. He'd be pissed at you if he knew you were giving it away."

"I could charge you and give him the money when he comes by," I said with a leer. "How much do you think he's going to charge?"

"I don't know. Maybe $200?"

"God, is that all he thinks these are worth?" I said, shaking my ass and tits at Jeremy.

His answer was interrupted by the doorbell. Rasheed was here. Amber was about to have her first black cock.



A Family's Story Ch. 05



Part 5 The End of things

Jeremy greeted Rasheed at the door and ushered him in.

"Where's the young pussy?" he asked.

"In her room on her iPad. Mom will take you in there."

Rasheed walked over to me and took both my breasts in his hands and squeezed them painfully hard. "You got your whore clothes ready, slut? I got a lot of business lined up. Your gonna get for your cunt filled tonight."

I nodded my head yes, I had my clothes picked out and ready. I hoped Rasheed would appreciate the effort I put in. I'd gone on line and found a very sexy 7" mini that started low on my hips and did not entirely cover my ass. I decided on a cut-off tee that wonderfully displayed the lower half of my boobs, and to pull it all together 6" ankle strap stilettos.  I wanted to look young, sort of college age sexy, and I thought this outfit did it to perfection. I was excited about wearing it and excited about working for Rasheed.

But Rasheed didn't seem interested in me at the moment.

"Let's have a look at that sweet little daughter of yours with the big tits," he said, grabbing me by the arm.

I lead him directly to Amber's room, and without knocking, opened her door and we walked in. Amber was sitting on her bed wearing a rather revealing teddy and nothing else. Most of her enticing left breast was exposed, which she made no effort to cover as we entered the room. She simply looked up from her iPad and frowned.

"Amber, I'd like you to meet Rasheed. Rasheed, this is my daughter," I said politely.

"Oh yeah, Jeremy told me. He's your pimp, right? I wonder what Daddy is going to think of that," she said with a smirk.

I was shaken badly by that. Why had Jeremy told her about this? I obviously couldn't let her tell Bill, but I had no idea what I was going to do now. I decided just to brazen it out.

"Yes, he's my pimp," I said directly. "And he wants to fuck you. I've promised him he can."

Amber sat up immediately. "Well, he's not! And get out of my room!" she said dramatically.

"Baby, baby, calm down now," Rasheed said as he walked slowly over to her and began to caress her cheek.

"Don't touch me!" Amber said defiantly. 

Rasheed reached down and cupped her breast, lifting it out of her teddy. The other breast seemed to follow on its own volition. Her full breasts against her tiny white body seemed to invite invasion. And Rasheed was obviously going to supply it.

"Stop it, you creep!" she yelled. Turning to me with an ugly look she said, "Tell your repulsive pimp to get his disgusting hands off of me."

Her iPad suddenly went flying as Rasheed's vicious slap knocked her nearly off of her bed. He was on her instantly. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to her feet, and hit her twice brutally in the belly knocking the wind from her. A second later he had stripped her teddy from her, and a moment after that, her panties lay in a heap with the teddy on the floor. His speed was impressive. He had stripped her naked and mounted her in less time than it took to say her name.

"Pull your skirt up and come sit on the bitch's face and hold her legs open for me," he said, motioning me to the bed.

I did exactly as he said, straddling Amber's face and muffling her groans with my cunt. It was curiously exciting! I pulled her legs wide apart for Rasheed as he prepared to rape her.

"Open her wider, goddamn it," he said, deftly fingering Amber's cunt.

Her legs were already nearly perpendicular to her body, but I pulled even harder to open her legs as far as I could.

Suddenly he slapped me! "I said open the fucking bitch wider, you stupid cunt. Do what I tell you!"

I was stunned, but I obeyed instantly and jerked her legs apart violently with all my might. She was spread completely open now and screaming directly into my cunt from the pain of what I'd just done. It was incredibly stimulating and terribly erotic! I knew I could cum from the stimulation of her mouth on my vagina if Rasheed would let it happen. "Wider!" Rasheed demanded. 

I was certain I would dislocate her legs from her hips if I opened her any further, but nevertheless, I strained again and yanked even harder. Holding her legs open with all my might, I watched Rasheed's long black cock plunder Amber's young pussy in one hard thrust. I was surprised how easily she took his entire cock on that first stroke. By his fifth or sixth deep thrust, I could feel her begin to relax underneath me. After a dozen or so such strokes Amber's groans of pain began to seem like little moans of pleasure. She was starting to respond!

Suddenly, for no reason I could see, Rasheed grabbed me by the neck, jerked me off of Amber and threw me in a heap on the floor. Amber had an amused look on her face when I looked up at her. She wiped the smear of my juices from her face and offered it to Rasheed.

I know this sounds insane, but looking at her, I could sense that she had decided that since Rasheed was in her and fucking her, she would try to be better than I was. Because she was no longer fighting him. She looked at me as if to say, watch this! I felt she was going to try to steal Rasheed from me. A moment later, as she arched her back to accept Rasheed's next deep thrust, she smiled at me. I knew she was determined to show me up. I hated the little bitch right then!

Amber and Rasheed were now literally joined in their sex dance. Rasheed's intense lunges into Amber's tight, young cunt were accompanied by her low moans of pleasure. She was working with him now, encouraging him. "Do you like this?" she sex whispered. "Do you like this? Do you like my young pussy?" she seductively cooed to him. 

I knew what she was doing and I was afraid she was succeeding. Rasheed seemed completely entranced.

"Make me cum!" she began to plead. "Make me cum with you, Rasheed!" she implored. "Oh fuck me now, Rasheed. Fuck me hard, Rasheed, fuck me hard!"

I watched in disgust as Rasheed's cock impaled her and a deep groan escaped his lips followed by Amber's intense cries punctuating his ejaculation into her young pussy. She had reached her goal. They were both in the throes of a deep, intense, and seemingly endless climax. I was devastated.

When, with a slight little plop, he withdrew from Amber's tight young cunt, he motioned me to come to him.

"Clean my cock, bitch, and then when you're finished here, clean my cum out of your daughter's sweet little pussy," he said, pulling my head down to his cock glistening with Amber's young juices.

I cleaned him with all the resources I had. I sucked him and tongued him and caressed his empty sack. I desperately wanted him to remember what I could give him, but when I finished, he simply pulled me from his delicious cock and pointed me towards Amber's dripping pussy.

"Open your legs honey," he told her sweetly.

She didn't hesitate a second. She smiled viciously at me as I bent to clean her sopping cunt with my tongue. She gave a little groan as my tongue worked its way past the edges of her labia and up towards her unhooded clit to where Rasheed's cum waited for me.

I had barely started cleaning her when I felt a pair of hands on my ass spreading me apart and an instant later a piercing pain as someone's cock violently penetrated my unprepared rectum. Now it was my turn to scream into Amber's open cunt like she had done earlier into mine. Hands that I recognized as Rasheed's jammed my head into Amber's pussy, so I knew then that the cock tearing violently into my ass had to be my son's.

"Hurt her!" Amber exclaimed. And Jeremy needed no further urging. He reached down to grab my hanging breasts and jerked my nipples so hard I was certain he would tear them from my body. His cock was pounding furiously into my ass. The pain in my ass and through my nipples was making me light headed, but still I tried to concentrate on cleaning Amber's cunt. I yearned desperately for Rasheed's approval.

"In the whore's mouth!" I heard Rasheed demand, as I felt Jeremy's cock begin to spasm inside my broken ass. "Keep her ass clean!"

Rasheed jerked my head from between Amber's legs and presented my open mouth to Jeremy's jerking cock. His first gush of cum hit me in the eye, but I took the next down my throat. He was pumping my mouth with such ferocity that he drove his cum both down my throat and out through my nose. It was an experience I'd never had before. I felt like an amateur. 

Rasheed laughed and wiped some of the cum from my nose and smeared it on his cock. He turned Amber over and very gently began to work is lubricated cock slowly and gently into her ass. It hurt me that he chose her again and hurt me even more that he was so gentle with her. But maybe what hurt the most was that he was using the cum I had produced from my son's cock to ease his entry into Amber's tight ass.

Even though I knew Rasheed's large cock had to be hurting her as it slowly crept deeper and deeper into her rectum, she looked straight at me with a smile of triumph. I wished right then that he would just violently tear her ass apart. But instead, he simply ordered me to get my whore clothes on and continued to fuck Amber's young ass. I was going to work soon.

In my room, I carefully prepared myself. I was furious at that little slut daughter of mine, and I was determined to get Rasheed back. I wanted to present the best possible picture I could to him, one that would make him see how valuable I was to him. The little bitch might be young and tight, but I just knew once Rasheed saw me the way he wanted me, he'd be mine again!

I carefully applied my makeup, emphasizing my eyes with dark blue glitter shade and exceptionally long and lush fake eyelashes. I used a blush and foundation to make me look young and deep red lip gloss to give my lips the allure I wanted. 

Looking in the mirror as I dressed, I saw the very appetizing and very available piece of fuck meat I wanted to show the world.  The micro mini emphasized the curve of my still small waist and was short enough to dramatically display the lowered curve of my butt. Because I was nearing my time of month, my tits were at least a cup size larger and looked absolutely enormous. I knew Rasheed would be pleased at how sexy and available I looked. I was his whore tonight and I desperately needed his approval.

I patiently but eagerly waited for him to finish with Amber and call for me, but still, when Jeremy came to tell me that Rasheed wanted to inspect me, I was surprisingly nervous. I wanted so, so much for him to be pleased with his whore and I badly wanted him to want me. Jeremy said I looked really hot, and that helped my confidence a lot. I took a deep breath and walked into Amber's room.

Amber was holding Rasheed's cock in her hand and lightly stroking it when I entered. Both were naked. Amber had a very self-satisfied look on her face.

"You look good, bitch," Rasheed said to me. "Now come over here and clean my cum out of your daughter's ass and then you can go out and whore for me."

I had not expected that. I thought he was ready for me now. "How, how do I do that?" I hesitantly stuttered.

"Goddamn you are one stupid cunt," Rasheed said nastily. "Get your motherfucking mouth on her ass and suck!"

Amber laughed and turned her ass to me. "She is stupid, isn't she," she sneered as I knelt down behind her and tentatively began to lick her rear. Suddenly, Rasheed slammed the back of my head into Amber's ass.

"Pull her ass cheeks apart and start sucking, you stupid cunt! Now!" he exclaimed brutally.

I quickly began to suck at Amber's hole. As I pried her cheeks apart and managed to suck the first of Rasheed's cum from her ass, I could taste a hint of blood mixed with his semen. I continued to suck, even when I thought I had emptied her rectum, afraid that Rasheed would be unhappy if I quit. Finally, he told me to get up.

"You mind if she sucks my cock before she goes?" Jeremy asked. He had been watching me suck his sister's ass and it had very obviously aroused him.

"Yeah, go ahead. But do it somewhere else. I'm going to dip my cock in your sister's cunt again."

Jeremy laughed and pulled me roughly to me feet and out into the hall.

"Get down on your knees, bitch" he said sternly. Open your mouth and don't close it until I tell you."

Jeremy was obviously copying Rasheed now in manner, language, and tone. I quickly knelt down and opened my mouth for him as I would for Rasheed. He pushed his large cock to the back of my throat and then, holding the back of my head, thrust himself completely down my throat. He began to fuck my throat sadistically, insisting I keep my mouth open the whole time. He was punishing my throat, fucking it with wickedly brutal force. I was gasping for breath, near the verge of collapse when mercifully I felt him begin to ejaculate and heard him command me to close my mouth. I was surprised at how much semen he still had, even after fucking my mouth for the second time in less than a half hour.

Finished with me, he pushed me aside and wiped his softening cock on my hair. "Rasheed's brother is going to whore you tonight," he said. "Wait outside for him. Rasheed wants to fuck Amber some more."

That hurt, too. I had taken so much care to dress the way Rasheed would want me to and I had hoped that I would look so sexy that he'd have to fuck me before I left, so it did hurt a lot to be given to his brother instead. But I knew it was best to just obey for now, so I walked obediently toward the door.

"You do look hot," Jeremy said as I walked out. "Find out how much you're charging, and if I have enough money, I'll fuck you when you get home," he said, slipping his hands up under my abbreviated tee and clutching my tits before pushing me to the door. 

Whoring was difficult. Rasheed's half brother, Jamal, was ugly and mean. He put me out on a street downtown in an area that seemed terribly run down and populated mostly by minorities. Most of the guys who drove by only wanted oral in their car for $50. Two of them took me to an hour-rate motel and chose a simple fuck for $100. Nobody paid the $200 that "unlimited access" cost. Nearly all of the men were foul smelling and dirty. My stomach was queasy from all the cum I was forced to swallow. The other whores in the neighborhood were either fat and black or skinny and drug addled and all of them scared me.

It was early the next morning when I got home. I had lost my tee shirt early in the evening, but I had earned nearly a thousand dollars for Rasheed, most of it from sucking. I was very proud of that and hoped Rasheed would be pleased. Jeremy was there to greet me when I walked in topless and disheveled.

"You look like a whore," he said simply. "How much to fuck you?"

I explained Rasheed's prices to him. He wanted unlimited access but he only had $70. I hesitated at first, not sure what the right thing to do would be, but finally agreed to take his $70. I would make up the difference from the money my husband left for me.

In the bedroom, Jeremy quickly stripped me, pushed me down on the bed, and ordered me to spread my legs apart.

"Did Rasheed leave?" I asked tentatively as I spread myself open in anticipation of Jeremy's cock.

"Yeah, and he took Amber with him. They're going to some party. She looked really hot!"

"Did you fuck her, too?"

"Shit yeah! Way too hot to pass up. Me and Rasheed shared her one time. I took her ass and Rasheed took her cunt. Really nice. She went crazy when we both started banging her! I think Rasheed's gonna whore her with you pretty soon."

I did not want that. Not at all. I was getting so tired of that little slut. If Rasheed sold her I wouldn't really be unhappy.

"By the way," Jeremy added, "Dad called. He'll be home tomorrow afternoon," he said as he mounted me.

Oh, fuck! I thought. What am I going to do now? I knew Rasheed intended to whore me through the entire weekend and I told him I was totally available. A moment later, none of that mattered as my son's cock found my aching, wet pussy and I gave my body up to his delicious cock.

"You're a perfect whore," Jeremy muttered, jamming his hard cock fiercely into my well used cunt. "You're going to be my whore after this weekend, right?"

I said, yes, of course, I'll be your whore, but only because I hadn't the nerve to tell him right then that I didn't think Rasheed was going to let me go. In fact he had told me exactly that. I simply let Jeremy enjoy his whore for tonight at least. I opened for him and performed like the whore I was so happy to be.

The next morning, I was in a dilemma. Bill would be home in the afternoon and Rasheed was not going to be happy with that. When he brought Amber home later that morning, I told him of the problem.

"Just leave the motherfucker," Rasheed said when I explained the situation.

"I can't, Rasheed. If I leave him and he realizes what I'm doing, I'll lose everything. And you'll lose Amber," I said in desperation. "They'll send her to a foster home. I know you want to pimp her, right? You won't be able to," I pleaded.

"How 'bout if the motherfucker has a little accident?" Rasheed said menacingly. "Permanent solution. Keep you and Amber both that way." 

I was shocked at how easily he offered this way out. Bill was obviously nothing but an impediment to him. I realized for the first time how dangerous Rasheed really was. 

"Rasheed, are you crazy?" I said in dismay.

My answer was a slap across the face that knocked me to the ground.

"Bitch, don't never say that again," he said coldly. "You got another answer for this problem?"

"No, no, I don't" I said while curled on the floor.

"What time the motherfucker get home?"

"Early afternoon is what Jeremy said." 

"You take him out to the pool. You get the fucker drunk. Really drunk. I'll take care of the rest. Little accident in the pool. Maybe slips and hits his motherfuckin' head. You down with that, bitch?"

I didn't know what to say. I was absolutely appalled. Rasheed was coldly discussing murdering my husband. My children's father. I simply said nothing.

"I said, you down with that, bitch!"

His tone startled me into awareness again. But when he bent down to lift me off of the floor and carry me back to the bedroom, he seemed a suddenly very different person, cajoling me now, comforting me, preparing me. He easily undressed me, and as he caressed my tits and pussy, he explained how he just couldn't afford to lose me or Amber. He couldn't let anything get in the way of his owning both of us, he explained. We were precious and valuable to him. Bill would simply have to go.

I again said nothing....until his cock slipped inside me and the incredible intensity of his desire relit all the fires inside me.

"Rasheed," I moaned. "Isn't there any other way."

He simply began to fuck me harder, working his beautiful fuck stick deeper and deeper inside me, stimulating me and rousing more of the intense desire only he could produce.

"Oh, God, I love the way you fuck me, Rasheed. Never stop. Fill me up. Make me cum for you. I'm your whore!" I moaned insanely.

I felt the approach of the climax only Rasheed could produce. I felt my body slipping from me. I was about to enter utter ecstasy...when he withdrew!

"Rasheed!" I screamed. "What are you doing?!"

"You down with the plan, bitch?"

I wish I could say I at least hesitated, but I didn't. "Yes," I said. "Go ahead," and clawing at his hips drew his splendid sex back into my yearning whore cunt. My climax was more than I could ever have expected. "Yes, I'm down with that," I moaned in ecstasy. "Yes, I'm down with that."

The End