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Rites of Passage Ch. 01

By: Evolution20XX



You know something, I sit back and replay these events time and time again, and it seems that they get harder to believe every time I recount them. However, before I go through them for your benefit, allow me to shed some light on who I am. At the time, I was fresh out of the military and indulging one of the passions I had always had, just never had the time for: paintball. Even though during my eight-year tenure in the Army I had served, first as a Radio and Communications Security Repairer, then as a Biomedical Equipment Technician, there was a part of me that always longed to see how the other half lived: to get down and dirty while closing with the enemy on the battlefield. From where I sat, paintball was as close to real combat as I would allow myself to get. I often wonder whether the fact that you're all going to meet up at the clubhouse after a match made my opponents more or less dangerous than real-world enemy soldiers. Oh well.

I was at a paintball range I had recently begun frequenting. After a few months, I had finally earned the respect of my squadmates. Reggie, Palmer, Alex, Corinne, Gregory, Danielle and I comprised Team Spearhead, the point half of Fury Squad, which if they were half as dangerous as they were when I joined up before my arrival, adding a former Soldier to the ranks made us invincible. However, all my battlefield skills and knowledge seemingly went unnoticed in my first few outings. After a while, I overheard my teammates talking about some sort of rite of passage. I heard the guys talking about it, but oddly enough, the girls never mentioned anything about it.

After my fifth month, and a spectacular performance during a Capture-the-Flag mission, I heard Mark, the squad leader, polling the group if they believed I was ready for the initiation. They voted unanimously, one even suggesting that I become team leader upon my success. I don't quite know well that flew with the team; I mean, I was the most skilled man on the team, and also the fastest, most agile, which some might find surprising for a man who stands 6'5" and weighs 217 pounds. My leadership skills were second to none, and I had the good fortune of having squadmates who were willing to trust me. All these things may explain why I was promoted so quickly within the squad, and chosen to take part in this 'ritual' so early. I mean, I'd heard of people coming and going and spend years in a unit, but never become a full-fledged member. Hell, our ammo-bearer has more time with this squad than I do. Again, oh well.

It was late in the afternoon, and we had just returned from our latest match. It was our Fury Squad against Draco Squad in a game of Capture-the-Flag. For the tactically proficient hellions we had become under (what I like to call) my leadership, it was almost two easy. Leave two snipers and two footmen at the base for defense, send one man along each side of the arena to clear out any potential sniper nests, and let the rest of the squad charge in head first and engage the enemy head-on. The beauty of an approach like this against Draco is that when their base comes under attack, all fifteen squad members regroup to assist. They end up chasing maybe seven of our guys away from their base, while our two stealth experts have by now reached the rear of the enemy base. Usually they've been reinforced by two more troops from the main group. Contending with three people who are defending one person hauling tail with your flag is not a pleasant prospect for anybody, be they the weakest squad in the league or the strongest. It was a tactic we always managed to work to perfection and one that sent the rest of the squads in the league into their war rooms for days on end trying to figure out a way to defeat it.

My squadmates and I were all gathered in the clubhouse congratulating each other when Michael approached me. "You've gotten pretty damn good since you've been here. I've never seen a rookie make that kind of progress that fast, even a fellow servicemember." Michael was only three years older than I was, and a veteran of the first Gulf War. As such, he appreciated the combat tactics I brought to the squad. "You think you're ready? Everyone else seems to."

There was no mistaking what he was talking about. "As ready as I'm gonna get." My trademark response to the question, "Are you ready?"

Michael grinned. "Then report here at sundown."

I nodded my head. "Roger," I acknowledged, then went to the workshop to perform some routine maintenance on my gun. I hadn't had the foresight to not put too many rounds through my gun barrel, and thus spent a great deal of time cleaning it. Before I knew it, sunset was already upon me, and I still hadn't eaten. I ordered a quick bite at the bar, then hit the ammo shack for another full load, plus whatever else I could find space for. I hustled back to the clubhouse, where I had left all my protective equipment, including a flak vest that managed to go unnoticed when I turned in my military gear. I donned my vest, ammo belt, radio, knee, shin, and elbow pads and waited for further instructions with my helmet and gun on my hip. My stomach was churning with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had not considered it proper to ask any details of this ritual, nor had I ever been offered any. I continued to wait impatiently for somebody to give me some info; fortunately the sun had not been down ten whole minutes when Michael and the rest of Fury Squad entered the clubhouse. Any thoughts I had of this being a team effort were dashed to pieces when I saw the entire group in street clothes. Michael proceeded to give me my mission briefing:

"This mission is extremely critical to your continued membership of this squad. An enemy faction has set up a jamming device in the far end of Dead Man's Mile." I gulped noticeably. Dead Man's Mile was called that for a reason: it was a plain 150 feet wide in between two 100-foot tall cliffs. It was a perfect place to set up ambushing snipers along the 5,280 feet that the cliffs ran, before combining to form a dead end. He continued: "You will need to destroy it or all our communications efforts will be compromised. We don't know who planted the device, their supporters, their motives, anything. Stealth and speed are of the utmost importance, so you'll need to travel lightly." With that, Dexter from Team Breakdown, and Reggie, my radio man in Team Spearhead, collected all my gear and set it in a pile in the corner. They left me only my ammo belt, an extra two hundred rounds and two CO2 cylinders, in addition to what was already loaded in my weapon. Now I was really worried. They planned to send me into enemy territory, by myself, with a grand total of four hundred rounds, my helmet, my gun, and the BDUs I was wearing. (Note: BDU stands for Battle Dress Uniform, standard issue camouflage uniform worn by U.S. Soldiers.) Michael's voice chimed back in: "Your objectives are as follows:

"1) Disable communications jamming device;

"2) Discover as much information about the enemy operatives as you can;

"3) Above all, RETURN ALIVE! You have 24 hours to complete this mission; do you accept it?" I automatically responded in the affirmative, and Danielle escorted me to a vehicle waiting outside. She drove to the mouth of Dead Man's Mile, and for the entire time, neither of us spoke a single word. I, for my part, had too many questions, primarily why the long time limit? I mean, the slowest of us could walk Dead Man's Mile and back in an hour, and all the recon in the world would take less than six hours. I had a bad feeling about this, yet every other male in our squad had been subjected to the exact same ritual; this at least they allowed themselves to tell me. Finally we arrived; I stared down the length of Dead Man's Mile; in the full moonlight, I could see clearly halfway down the canyon. I took one final deep breath as I put my helmet on and dismounted the vehicle. I heard Danielle wish me good luck before she drove off. But by now, I didn't need luck. It was all business from this point on. Or so I thought... I moved stealthily, steadily into the gorge, weaving from wall to wall to throw off any snipers perched along the canyon walls. After about 45 minutes had passed, I stopped to look back and it seemed that I had traveled a good quarter of a mile. At this rate, I'd be back by morning; why was so much time allowed for this mission, I wondered. I sat down for a moment and took a drink of water from a pack I carried on my back. Not the best of decisions, in retrospect. I think I managed to stand up again afterwards; beyond that, I'm not really sure.

When I came to, the first thing I tried to do was check my inventory. However, I needed only to open my eyes to see myself in a small room, my equipment stacked neatly in one corner, and my barenaked body strapped to a bed in the other! I quickly gathered what I knew; 1: my water must have been drugged. But how? I had filled it not five minutes before leaving, and it hadn't left my possession since. 2: I was alone. Whoever had captured me wanted me alive. I was going to be tortured and my mission would be a failure, I was certain. Number 3, since it still hadn't completely registered: I was naked and strapped to a bed!!! Realization Number 3 really threw my brain into overdrive, so I just lay there fiddling at my bindings, until I heard a door opening and closing. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, until I felt a hand roaming across my chest. I guessed it to belong to a female, so I cracked my eyes open just enough to see without being detected. True enough, the hand belonged, not only to a woman, but to a plump African American one at that. Now, most people would be mortified at the thought of waking up to a woman like that standing over them. I'm not most people. I love fat women, especially fat black women; the pussy tastes better, bottom line. And seeing as how she was wearing only a negligee and a g-string, I had a feeling I was gonna end up getting fucked one way or the other.

Rites of Passage Ch. 01



With my heart pounding, each beat feeling like it will explode from my chest any second, I shot straight up in bed, slowly I opened my eyes, wiped the sleet from the corners. As my eyes focused to the bright light pouring in through my window I noticed two dark silhouettes, as my eyes focused I could see that it was mum and dad.

"Happy Birthday!" both mum and dad cried out.

"What time is?" I asked in deep croaky tone.

"It's your birthday son," mum chirped brightly

"Yep, today you are a man," dad added

As my eyes focused to the light and I became fully aware of my surroundings I was reminded as I am every year at 6 o'clock in the morning of my birthday, this however was a special day, now at 21, I am considered to be an adult, I am looking forward to the freedom that it brings, but have been reminded by dad of the responsibility that comes with this freedom. Dad has always been a kill joy, but I love him dearly. I quickly panic knowing that I've slept nude, fearing that I've exposed myself, I glanced down to see that I was fully covered, the 'morning glory' I experience still well and truly covered.

"Good morning to you two as well," I said with a stretch and a sigh of relief.

Both mum and dad opened up a chorus of happy birthday, in a very tone deaf way, dad produced from behind his back a large box, wrapped in shinny blue paper with a matching bow on top, I was hoping for a set of keys to a new car, but knew that it was a dream more then anything. With thanks I took the present and proceeded to read the card then tear the paper off. Inside was a new laptop, this was a practical gift but was also a cool gift.

"The guy in the shop said it was the best, and was good for movies, surfing the world internet thingy, working and games," mum said with a smile from ear to ear.

"But remember, its not a toy," Dad tried to keep a straight face.

I came from a decent working class area, mum and dad, Jo my 19 year old sister and I. Although we've never gone without the necessities, we've not had luxury items either. Mum and dad both work long hours, they are factory operators and often work opposing shifts, this has taught Jo and I to appreciate things, and we've never had a laptop, my parents must have saved for a bit to get this and I am very grateful. Both mum and dad were more excited about it then I was by the looks on their faces.

"Thanks guys, this is a great gift," I said.

Mum leaned in and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead; I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the forehead too. Dad leaned in for a hug although we didn't kiss. Both mum and dad wished me a happy birthday before leaving me to get up and get dressed. As soon as the door shut I slipped out of bed, I walked over to the mirror and gazed at myself, standing 168 center meters and a healthy 70 kilograms (5'5" and 154lbs) a few tufts of hair on my chest, I am proud of my appearance, I have a routine of sit ups and push ups and running which help keep me in shape and my muscles defined while not huge. My sqaure'ish jaw shows that I am my fathers son, and my sky blue eyes are from mum, looking in the mirror it is clear that I am long overdue a hair cut, the scruffy brown hair starting to cover my ears and sitting just above my shoulders. I quickly slip into a whit singlet and track pants and make my way to the kitchen. Mum and dad are sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and piece of toast, the pot is still warm so I pour a coffee and join them. 

"Don't make any plans for tonight, we have a surprise planned for you," dad instructed without looking past his paper.

"You mean the first night that I can drink and I have to stay home with you old man." I shot back jokingly.

"Yes, you'll have plenty of time for that later," dad continued.

I sat at the table enjoying the coffee and reading the sections of the paper that dad was finished with for about an hour or so before Jo entered the room, her long brown hair disheveled, she stumbled in wearing a pair of pj slacks and matching pink singlet top. She takes after mum, more then anything standing at 153 center meters and weighing little more then 55 kilograms, she is sometimes mistaken as my twin sister, at my disapproval.

"Happy birthday Nic," she said as she made her way to the table, handing me a bright yellow envelope.

Thanking her I opened the envelope and read the card, inside the card was a voucher for a local video games store. I hugged Jo and thanked her again, I had already thought of how to spend the money on a PC game for my new laptop.

The day was fairly uneventful, except for a few calls from family and friends with birthday well wishes, I managed to set the laptop up and spent a few hours just playing around with it, I worked out how to access the internet through our neighbors WiFi, although I didn't spend anytime on the net.

"Happy birthday again bro, have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow," Jo said as she bounced in my room late in the afternoon.

"Why, where are you going?" I asked 

"Out with Steph for the night," Jo announced.

"But dad said were doing something tonight," I remarked

"Dunno', they didn't say anything to me, I'm going out with Steph, see you tomorrow," Jo quickly shot back as she bounced back out the room as quickly as she came in.

I sat in my room confused over the events of the night for about an hour before dad walked in, sat next to me on the bed and asked if we could chat.

"21 now son, a lot of responsibility comes with being an adult you know," dad commented

"Yes I know dad, you've told me before," I sighed

"Your role in society changes too son," Dad went on, not really paying attention to the fact that I knew this already.

"You are now a sexually active member of society son," Dad continued.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I stopped him, felling rather embarrassed about where this conversation was heading.

"Well we can't stop you from being sexually active, all that we can do is give you the tools, and guidance to be the best that you can," Dad clarified that this conversation was going to be a bad one.

"It is a rite of passage in our family that on your 21st birthday all members lose their virginity," Dad explained.

The conversation had certainly not gone the path of the birds and the bees as I had expected, I was quite dumbfounded and shocked but managed to find words.

"And how do you plan on that dad, have you hired someone?" I asked, not sure of what answer I wanted to hear.

"Well, if you let me finish I will explain," Dad interrupted me.

"As far back as our family goes, this tradition has existed, on your 21st birthday as a kind of rite of passage your virginity is taken, for the males; they loose their virginity to their mother or senior female while the daughters are with fathers or senior males," Dad told me the story.

I sat unable to move, absorbing all that dad told me, and knowing that I have no aunties, it was clear that they intended for me to have sex with mum, while I had always had the boyish fantasy, she is an attractive woman at 37, she is shorter about the same height at Jo at 153 center meters after having Jo and I she still has a good figure, she is curve and weighs about 60 kilograms. She has long brownish hair and soft white skin, sky blue eyes. She has a round ass and great thighs and a very nice D cup bust that is the fantasy of my friends and I, which I never had any intention of acting on. I was also unable to tell him that I had lost my virginity already fooling around with a girlfriend. I was under the impression that I was able to do such things at the age of 18.

"On my 21st birthday, my father told me the tradition, your great aunt Madeline was the one to bring me into man hood," dad went on to say

"I will give you a choice son, your mother is willing to offer you one chance, I wasn't given a choice but if I was I would not have done anything different, the experience I had with Madeline was one to never forget and I had always hoped that I would have a son so he too could experience the joy of an elder female to bring him into manhood, and now the day has come," dad had a tear in his eye as he spoke.

"Isn't it wrong though?" I asked

"What is wrong with a mother passing her baby boy into man hood, it is a rite of passage," dad justified his position

Dads' words sunk in to me and I sat in silence contemplating what was being placed before me, I guess this is the responsibilities that were spoken of. On one hand I had an issue with the moral implications of such an act but on the other the moral implications of breaking a family tradition as old as time. I had one opportunity to live a fantasy with no questions asked, however this would come at a price of lying about my virginity, however I haven't been asked so I haven't lied. I sat on the bed running these issues through my head.

"I know I've laid a lot out now, but I think you are capable of making a choice, if you want to go though with it please come and see your mother and I in our room, no questions asked. If you feel uncomfortable with the proposal then we will never speak of it again, your mother and I will respect what ever you choice, but after tonight the deal is off," dad spoke as he got up and left the room.

Many thoughts swirled in my head, the thought of being able to have sex, any sex with no questions was a strong one, although I am sexually active, it is not like the movies were I can fuck a girl or multiple girls at my leisure, truth be told I've received a few head jobs and hand jobs, I've had intercourse only five times, and being a horny man sex is on my mind a lot. I also flashed though the multiple times that I had tried to catch sneaky glimpses of mum getting changed or showering, I also flashed through some of the wet dreams I had involving mum. These sexual thoughts far surpassed any moral issue I had, my mind was made up. Slowly I lifted myself from my bed, and walked barely lifting my feet down the hall to my parent's room.

I stood in the doorway looking in, mum and dad were both sitting on the bed talking, neither had noticed my presents, I was unable to move I stood staring at mum who looked very sexy in a black lacy nightgown that was see though, the nightgown had wire built in to support her breasts but she wasn't wearing a bar a, on the side view I could see her udder pointing against the material, the gown had risen above her panty line, I could tell that she wore a black g-sting as the material was thin. I couldn't control myself, my cock pressed hard against my jeans, straining to be free.

"I'm glad you are here, please come in?" mum asked as she turned and noticed me.

"It is up to you if you want your father in here or not?" mum asked as I slowly shuffled in the door way.

"Son, I understand, I didn't want any other males in the room when I went through it," dad said as he got up and left before I could say a word.

Mum stood up and walked over to me, I immediately confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra as her large pink areola and stiff pink nipples were clearly visible though the sheer material. This did nothing to help the pressure in my pants, my erection growing further.

"When your father told me of the tradition, I became rather excited son, I think you've grown into a handsome man," mum spoke as she walked over to me.

"Thanks mum," I blushed

"Your not a bad sought yourself," I managed to blurt out.

"I think that it is only fair that since you've been unable to remove your eyes from me exposed chest that you show some skin too," mum caught me off guard.

I was unable to look away from her nipples as they pushed against the mesh material, all I could do was lift my arms above my head, mum reached out and lifted my shirt up off me, the air was not cool yet I was covered in goose bumps as the my shirt was removed in what felt like slow motion, I've never felt uncomfortable in my skin and standing before mum exposing my chest was no different, I felt more confident knowing that she was looking at me in a sexual manner. 

Her soft hands rubbed my skin gently, I felt my cock near exploding in my pants, but I didn't want to stop this soft motion, mums hands then stopped at the top of my pants, in one swift motion my fly was lowered and my pants lowered leaving me standing in nothing but a dark blue pair of boxer shorts, my cock sprung free through the slit, mums eyes transfixed on it.

Mum prolonged the game further as she removed only her thong. Slowly she guided them down her soft legs, as she bent over to remove them I couldn't help but stare at the completely exposed cleavage. Mum stood straight up with her lace black g-string in hand, my eyes moved down her body and through the thin material her bush was evident, I felt my ass tighten as more blood rushed to my cock, the tip swelling as my eyes moved from her bust to crotch and back.

Mum moved to meet me face to face, the sent of her sweet perfume filled my nostrils and further enticed me, I leant in and kissed her gently on her lips, and I flicked my tongue so the tip brushed her lips. My hands moved to her waist as mums hands moved to my waist. The feeling of the lacy material over her warm skin felt nice on my hands. Her soft warm hands felt good against my exposed waist that was cool from the air. "Are you a virgin son?" Mum asked me as we embraced

"No, I'm not mum," I answered and for the first time I felt ashamed

"If your father asks, you were a virgin; the tradition states that you must be a virgin," mum barely whispered to me.

"How far have you gone before then?" Mum asked 

"Hand job, blow job and full sex," I explained

"That is good news, I like to be submissive but can also be the dominate one, I had planned on being the dominate one tonight," mum spoke, each word making me that little more horny.

Without a word I slipped my hands under the nightgown and up her torso to her breasts, I gently rubbed each of them and moved my fingers to brush her erect nipples. Mum simply sighed as my hands rubbed against her. I moved my hands to her ass and gave it a squeeze. Mum moved her hands behind my back and we kissed, my tongue slipped between her lips as her tongue slipped between my lips, as they swirled about I could feel pre-cum forming on the tip of my cock. Mum shifted her legs so that my cock was between them and as she rocked I felt it brush against the tufts of hair. My cock continued to swell as mum applied gentle pressure to my cock by squeezing her legs together as she rocked back and forth. I thought I was going to cum from the motion only.

"Oh god, your cock feels so good," mum moaned

Mum then took charge as she held my waist and walked back towards the bed. Once we were at the foot of the large bed she turned me around so that I now had my back to the bed, after applying little pressure I fell back on the bed. Mum straddled me as soon as I had hit the bed; she had the nightgown lifted up and her pussy only centimeters from my aching cock. She leant in and kissed me again with great passion, while maneuvering herself and my cock. Her hands felt great as they wrapped around my shaft. Once in position mum slid down on my shaft.

I let out a moan as my cock slipped with great ease into her wet pussy, mum too moaned, as soon as my cock was in completely mum squeezed her muscles around my shaft, the sensation of the warm muscles around my cock was new and I moaned a little more. Mum get her muscles taught as she slid up and down my shaft, I was could feel that an orgasm was not going to be far, despite the fact that I wanted this to last for ever.

"Nic, god that feels good," mum moaned causing my cock to twitch more.

"Mum, that feels great," I moaned

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," I continued

"No not yet," mum added as she relaxed the tension around my shaft.

Mum guided my hands to her round ass; I took cue and gently squeezed each cheek, mum moaned approval. She continued to rock back and forth while I squeezed her ass, each squeeze harder then the last. We built a steady rhythm, I was keeping in pace with mum, it took a lot of my concentration to be able to do so. I was amazed that this prolonged certain climax. 

"Fuck Nic, that feels great!" mum moaned as her pussy again griped my shaft, her eyes rolling about in her head.

Her orgasm was more then enough to send me over the edge, my balls tightened up and within a second I was shooting ropes of cum deep inside her pussy. At the moment of orgasm I thought how ironic it was to be filling the womb that I was born with my cum, the sheer taboo factor only added to the orgasm. As my cock grew limp mum slowly raised herself off me. As we both collapsed on the bed.

"Fuck that was amazing!" I exclaimed as I regained my breath.

"What do you mean 'was', we have the entire night, we aren't finished yet," mum spoke in a calm and collected manner

"Don't tell me you are a one shot man?" mum asked, again in a calm voice.

Before I was able to muster a response, mum rolled over to me and planted a kiss on me, her tongue slipped inside my mouth and twirled about, her hands massaged my chest, the sensation of the kiss coupled with the gentle rubbing caused a surge of blood to rush to my limp cock, I felt it strain as mums tongue continued to dance in my mouth. I placed my hands around her waist and kissed her back, mum let out a slight moan of contentment. My hands continued to explore her hips and lower back as she rubbed my chest and abdominal area.

"I think I am good for one more go," I responded with a cheeky grin.

Mum then rolled over on to her back, I rolled with her and was soon lying atop her, I grabbed my sloppy and now stiff cock and positioned it to the opening of her pussy lips, the tip of my cock penetrated only slightly, mum expelled a sigh her eyes closed and her neck stretched back. I could tell that she enjoyed the bare penetration much to my surprise.

I decided to continue with this teasing and continued to slip the bare tip in and out of her wet pussy, mums sighs grew to faint moans, after a few more strokes mum tried to push me deep inside her, I held firm and only penetrated with the tip.

"Oh god son, that feels so fucking good, please give me more," mum nearly begged 

I fort my own instincts and continued with this game, my hands slipped under the gown I massaged each breast one at a time, the soft skin felt good against the palm of my hand, I rubbed the nipples with my index finger, with each rub the moans grew louder. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist much longer, as much as I enjoyed the power I was wielding.

"Tell me what you want?" I asked.

"I need that cock to fuck me," she purred

My cock twitched hearing her say that to me, my previous sexual experience has been eclipsed already, I've never been spoken to in a dirty manner before. As I had initiated the dirty talk and was enjoying it I wasn't about to have it end.

"I don't think you mean that?" I responded

"Please son, I need your cock to fill my cunt again!" she moaned in a sultry tone.

I couldn't hold out any longer, I slipped my cock completely inside her wet pussy, I moaned as it slipped in with ease, mum too let out a moan as my cock despaired inside her. 

"That's it, fuck mummy, fuck me hard." Mum continued to speak to me.

Mums words tipped me over the edge, I grunted as my balls again tightened up, my toes became stiff and a shot of electricity moved up my spine, I felt my cock swell as I again unloaded with ropes of cum deep inside the unprotected womb of my mother. Mum moaned as I shot a thick rope deep inside her. I trusted as much as I could to try, in vein as it were to get mum to another orgasm, however my cock grew limp rather quickly. After a little more then 3 or 4 thrusts it simply slipped out and was too flaccid and slippery to go back in.




Rites of Passage Ch. 01



"Fuck!" was all I could manage as I fell back onto the bed.

"Son, you show great potential, you'll make some woman very happy in the future," mum panted

"What, this is over now?" I asked

"The deal was a one off, for the sake of tradition," mum responded

"Tradition also states that I must be a virgin," I remarked with a smirk

"I'll have to think about this for a while, in the mean time you can't say anything, got that mister" mum responded after taking a moment to compile her thoughts.

After regaining my breath and bearings, I stood up and dressed myself, mum lay on the bed still, her nightgown still lifted; the sight of my own seed tangled in her trimmed hair will stick with me for life. Mum made no effort to get dressed.

"Tell your father I am waiting for him," mum purred as I approached the door.



Rites of Passage Ch. 02



As this woman continued rubbing her hands over my body, I took in her features. Beautiful face, huge ass, and those titties? They had to have been at least 44DDs. The more aroused I became, the less I struggled to hide it. Once she noticed my cock starting to get hard, she took it in her hands and began to stroke it until I was fully erect. "Wow," she exclaimed softly, "they sent a good one tonight..."

I knew something was up; maybe now I can find out what. "Who sent who a good what?"

She jumped back, obviously startled that I was indeed awake. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you..." Her voice dropped off some as she left, but I asked her to stay. We talked for a while and I managed to find out a great deal about her. Her name was Monica, and she was a pharmacist in town, which is the only reason she was in on this. For the rite of passage, she said, some different types of drugs are required. She wouldn't tell me what they were or what they were for, only that she was paid extremely well to procure them, but I still got the impression she felt she was being cheated. I encouraged her to stand up to whoever it was that wasn't doing her right, and to make sure she got what she was owed.

In the midst of our conversation, I hadn't noticed that she still had my member in her hand. While we had talked she had been fisting it slowly, but now that both of us were fixed on it, it had become fully erect. Her eyes seemed a little glazed over, like she had never seen one that big before. I don't mean to brag, but at 10-1/2 curved inches she very well may not have! She glanced nervously at the door she had come out of then giggled, "Try to keep quiet." I nodded in agreement, but had I known what she had in mind, I might now have been so quick to agree. She dropped her mouth around my head and began practically inhaling it. She was better than anyone I'd ever been with. She gradually worked more and more of my cock in her mouth, getting the first five inches down. I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat. She kept at it for a few minutes, giving me the best blow job I had ever had.

I laid back and let myself enjoy being so well serviced by this stranger, who was getting hornier by the minute. She worked my shaft with her mouth and one hand, and worked her pussy with the other. The hotter she got, the faster she started sucking, and she was pushing me further and further to orgasm. She thoroughly enjoyed sucking me off, and I was all too eager to reward her with a mouthful of cum. I noticed her look up at the door once more then pull up, leaving just my tip in her mouth. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth as wide as it would open, and lowered herself back onto my dick. I could only watch as she made more and more of it disappear into her hungry mouth. She got the first five inches down easily, and then worked the rest in inch by inch. Six... seven... nine... all ten and a half inches!!! Now I was in a state of disbelief, as my mushroom was lodged successfully in the throat of this lovely ebony girl. She was on the verge of her own orgasm, which I could tell from the muffled moans that vibrated against my pecker. This was a good thing; I had been straining to hold my own orgasm in. Eventually, I busted my nut, which threw the hand on her pussy into overdrive, frigging herself into an orgasm of her own.

Once I was drained, she got up. She truly was amazing; she hadn't wasted a single drop, letting it all flow down her eager throat. She let out a little laugh and moved over to a box on the far side of the room. She was had just opened it when the door behind us slammed shut. I kept still and Monica jumped to her feet as a female voice spoke up in a sarcastic tone of voice: "What have we got going on here?"

Monica answered with a bit of trepidation, "I was just getting ready to prick him."

The owner of the voice came into my field of vision before she spoke again. She was white, blonde, large firm tits with long legs that met in the most perfectly shaped ass I'd seen in some time. She, like Monica, was also nearly nude. "Did we tell you to prick him?"

Monica dropped her head ashamedly. "No."

Another voice piped up: "She thought she was gonna get some for herself this time, Christy."

Christy now took a very condescending tone with Monica. "The way things work around here is like this: you supply us with the drugs we need, and you get paid cash. Cash. Nothing else." What else could there be for payment, I wondered. "That way, everybody's supposed to be happy: we do the ritual, the guy gets accepted into his squad, and you get paid. Am I clear on that?" By now I'd had enough of her putting this poor girl down and threw my own two cents in: "Leave her alone. I'd be willing to bet money that none of you... how many of there are you, anyway?"

"Five." Now it was my turn to be thrown for a loop. You mean to tell me I had been 'kidnapped' and was being held hostage by six naked women? This was gonna be a very interesting rite of passage, I determined. I continued: "I bet none of you could deep throat me the way she just did." All of a sudden, twelve eyes were locked on me; Monica's for busting her out like that, and the other ten for my brazenness in doing so. Christy sent Monica to the back, but she only got a few steps before stopping. "I'm not going anywhere."

Christy was taken aback. "What?"

"I said, I'm not going anywhere." I sensed her courage rising. "Listen, you pay me to help you get these guys here and then you broads have your way with him, but never let me in on the action. Want to know something? I haven't had sex in fifteen months! And I refuse to go another damn day! Either you let me fuck him, or your whole operation is through." She stood with her arms crossed, waiting for a response.

A redhead stepped in front of her. "You wouldn't really do that to us, would you?"

"I'm as serious as a heart attack." I finally understood what was going on here. These women had drugged me, brought me here, and were now going to use me as their personal fucktoy. Wow... you talk about every man's fantasy come true. Christy had built some gumption back up, so she said, "Don't get us wrong, Monica, but nobody we bring here ever really wants to fuck you. I mean, look at us, we've got some of the best bodies these guys have ever laid eyes on, then look at you; you're...well, you're you."

I couldn't help but laugh now. "Please. I've yet to meet the white chick that knew what to do with this," motioning to my stiffening cock. The redhead was the first to step forward. She threw her lips onto my pecker and began sucking it furiously, even getting the whole length in her mouth. The problem was that I wasn't fully erect when she started; only about seven and a half inches, and just as she mouthed, "This isn't that much," it filled her mouth with the other three. "MMMMMMPH" she growled as my head pushed on the back of her throat. She had to relent some, and I just lay back, satisfied at being right. She was really getting into the rhythm when a brunette pulled her off. Everyone was puzzled until the blonde snapped her fingers. 

"The Alprostadil, duh!" Now she allowed Monica to get into the box, from which she produced a bottle and a syringe. She gave me an analytical look, then filled the syringe with 25 cc's of the liquid. I had been racking by brain trying to remember where I had heard of that particular substance, when Monica moved over to me. Without so much of a word of explanation, she took my penis in her hand and stabbed me with the syringe. I yelped in pain as she hurried to empty its contents into my cock. I had never had a problem with needles, as my eleven tattoos can attest to, but this latest experience may well traumatize me for life! Once I had gotten my wits about me again, I noticed my dick swelling up again, but much bigger than it had ever been before; it looked to be at least a foot in length by the time it finally stopped growing. I was completely bewildered. "What the fuck did you stick me with, you crazy bitch?"

Christy laughed. "The disappointing thing about gang raping a guy is that he goes limp after every nut. Laura, Joi, Maryanne, Courtney and I don't have the patience to wait for a guy to get it up again. That's where Monica comes in. She is paid, handsomely enough, I might add, to supply us with Alprostadil, the sole purpose of which is to keep a cock from going limp." She grinned at my cock. "And in some cases, it causes an erection to get even bigger. How long the effects last depend on the amount injected, and given the size of that shot, you may not make it back to the clubhouse by sundown tomorrow." Holy shit, were the only two words that came to mind. I was about to be torn to pieces by this group of women for perhaps a full 24 hours and there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it. (Not that I was complaining, mind you.)

Another black girl came out with a ruler to measure my dick; I guess they kept some sort of records of the guys they fucked, I don't know. What I do know is that my drug-induced hardon measured 12 full inches in length! I think that it was the one Christy called Laura who was most excited by this, because she wasted no time impaling herself on it. People think that having such a big dick is a blessing; these are people with small dicks. Those of us with big dicks know the pain that can be associated with being shoved into a pussy not properly prepared to take it, and then collapsing in orgasm when it does. And to top it all off, the poor child had only taken the tip in! She lay down on top of me and worked her hips up and down, trying to progressively work more and more of my manhood into her pussy. When she realized her relatively virgin sex wouldn't support more than eight inches, she began slowly screwing me, moaning her lungs out at the intense pleasure she felt. She did have some good pussy, just not very accommodating (though this can hardly be called her fault; it's not every day you find yourself with a 12-inch cock between your legs).

Laura was thoroughly enjoying having my dick in her, as she had come three solid times since we had started making love. The problem was that I wasn't here to be massaged, or made love to; I was here to be fucked. By now, I'd found the latch to the handcuffs that kept me bound to the bed. I waited until Laura put her arms around me to release myself. I grabbed her by the waist and shoulders and sat up with her in my lap. She immediately tried to writher away, sensing she was in danger of being torn to pieces. She was right. I hammered her pussy ruthlessly, forcing my entire foot of length inside it. Man, she had some good pussy; so tight, so warm, and the harder I thrust, the wetter she got. She, meanwhile, was in the throes of what we in the business call a never-ending climax; she was an incomprehensible mass of flesh being pounded by my raging cock. I was close to cumming, so I pulled her as far down onto me as I could and just let loose a gush of semen.

I felt genuinely sorry for Laura; I hadn't even shot twice in her and she was already leaking cum, she was that full. I finished pumping about a pint of man juice into Laura then pushed her off me. She fell to the floor, breathing heavily and her eyes seemed to have a little trouble focusing for a few seconds. Once she came to, she picked herself up off the floor and put a hand over her dripping cunt. "Ya'll are all better bitches than me if you can take that whole thing!" she spat venomously before limping off to the back. I said nothing, merely reached down, undid the cuffs on my ankles, and stood up. I flexed my massive, muscular frame and grinned. "Well...who's next?"

THE END, PART 2



Rites of Passage Ch. 02



It has been several months since I leant of the right of passage celebrated by my family; mum and I haven't spoken of the night other then brief discussions with mum, dad and myself shortly after the night. I can't stop thinking about it. The thrill of having sex with an older woman is great, but add to that the fact that it is taboo and I still am filled with images from the night that I have masturbated to more times then I can count. 

I would love to have a repeat night with mum, I think I am a better lover now then I was then, I have had more sexual experience and am able to sustain an sexual contact for longer before unloading, I've also discovered how to eat a pussy, I would love nothing more then to go down on mum and suck her pussy and lick her clit, but since she hasn't brought it up I've resorted to simple masturbation or day dreaming of her while I am fucking my girlfriend. The thought has crossed my mind to tell her what I am thinking of, but that can only lead to tears and why fuck with a good thing?

Our world was thrown into chaos one morning when mum and dad called both Jo and I to have a family meeting, Jo and I walked into the kitchen not sure what to expect, the sight of tears rolling down mums face only meant bad news.

"I don't know how to say this any other way kids," dad spoke in a monotone voice

"I've been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, I've been given little more then 3 months," tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke.

All 4 of us sat in complete silence expect the sounds of sniffling as all of us sobbed, trying to comprehend what was happening. I don't really remember what happened for the rest of that day, I draw a blank when looking back.

One of the last conversations I had with dad was about the 'family tradition' and how it must continue, I thought dad was a complete fool for wasting time on talking about the tradition but also enjoyed spending time alone with him and would have talked about anything with him. We must have talked for three or four solid hours before I left him to get some sleep, within the next week he had passed, it had been six months since he told us of the cancer, dad ensured he sucked as much out of life as he could. 

On Jo's 21st birthday, mum slipped in a DVD for us to watch, we all started to tear up as an image of dad appeared on the TV.

"Jo, happy birthday dear, I'm sorry I can't be there physically, but I am with you in spirit," dad spoke

Dad went on to explain the family tradition to Jo, she simply looked around at both mum and I as dad explained his personal experience much as he had done for me, dad also spoke about the night that mum and I had spent together, it was this point that Jo turned to us, all three of us blushed. Dad then continued by ensuring her that it was her choice, if she continued the tradition it would be me that filled the role of the male seeing as no other male family figure is around. I was well aware of it having spoken to dad before his passing and had time to digest it while Jo was being smacked with it for the first time. As the DVD finished all three of us sat in silence, tears still rolling down our cheeks.

"What do you think Nic?" Jo spoke after a minute or so.

Jo had matured into a sexy woman, she stood at about 155 center meters and had a full figure weighing about 65 kilograms, her bust has grown to a large C cup if such a thing exists. Since I leant of my responsibility I paid attention to her development, and I was looking forward to an opportunity to be able to have sex with her.

"Well, I know my place; I'll leave you two alone," mum said as she got up and left the house without saying another word.

"So Nic, what do you say, are you ready to make me a woman?" Jo spoke in a rather sexy tone.

"Why don't you get a drink while I freshen up," Jo continued

I poured a stiff drink as I heard the shower run, my head filled with images of my sister naked, and what I could expect, I had images of spreading her lips and sucking her sweet pussy, before forcing my cock deep inside her before unloading my balls on her pretty innocent face. Then bending her over and fucking her from behind and filling her pussy with my seed. My daydream was interrupted as Jo stood in the door way wearing nothing but pair of white knickers and pink singlet with no bra and matching slippers she stood gripping a stuffed teddy.

"Are you ready to make me a woman?' She asked in a sweet innocent tone that got an instant reaction from my groin

"Whoa, you look so sweet but so sexy," I managed to get out

"Thanks, I figured this is the time I turn from a girl to a woman, what better way to go?" Jo added in the same sweet tone.

"Please make daddy happy and make me a woman," Jo finished

All my thoughts and images went out the window the moment I seen her and she spoke to me, I was now filled with one ambition, fuck her brains out, I walked over to her and grabbed her around her waist, her skin felt warm and soft, I gripped her tight and pulled her towards me. I kissed her deep and passionately, Jo retaliated as she slipped her tongue deep inside my mouth. As we kissed, Jo began to grind her hips against my swelling cock. Her hands moved to my ass were she pulled me tighter still towards her; she didn't let up the grinding. Her tiny tongue danced about my mouth, as my own tongue explored her mouth.

"Wow, looks like you know what you are doing sis," I complemented her

"What do you expect, I'm 21, I lost my virginity after my 18th birthday," Jo spoke

"So why are you dressed like that?" I asked in wonderment

"To keep to the sprit of the tradition, now are you going to talk all night?" Jo quickly responded

"Get on your knees, whore!" I ordered Jo

Jo did as instructed and was on her knees before me, I unzipped my fly and my cock sprang out, I gave it a few tugs to stiffen it up some more, before Jo leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head, she applied a little sucking causing the head to swell further. I placed my hands behind her head and applied some pressure myself causing Jo to suck deeper on my cock. 

"That's it, suck my cock whore!" I grunted

Jo continued to suck my cock, each thrust, my cock slipped deeper and deeper down her throat, Jo's hands cupped my swollen balls, the feeling of them being held in her warm hands felt good. Jo now had a steady rhythm with my cock being driven down her throat to the hilt with each stoke. Jo was no stranger to giving head that much was evident.

"I'm going to cum, I want it on your face the way whores like it," I ordered 

Jo promptly removed my cock from her mouth and stroked it a few times before I unloaded shooting ropes of cum towards her pretty face, Jo moaned as each rope splattered across her forehead, the last of the drops hit her lips and chin, Jo licked what she could from her lips and chin, then she scrapped what she could from her forehead and sucked her fingers clean.

"Get on your hands and knees now bitch," I ordered her

Jo followed direction and was on her hands and knees, I positioned myself behind her, I pulled her panties down with a fierce motion, exposing her freshly shaved pussy and tight ass. Jo lifted her legs to allow her knickers to be removed fully. I then positioned myself so I could part her ass and tongue to wet pussy. As my hands touched the warm soft skin of her ass, she let out a light squeal. The sent of her sweet pussy sent tingles to my cock. I parted her cheeks and was greeted with her tight brown anus. I quickly moved lower as Jo spread her legs a little. Without a word I buried my face deep in her thighs and brushed my tongue across her pussy lips towards her clit, Jo giggled as my tongue slipped across her wet pussy, the sweet musky taste floating in my nostrils and mouth. 

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Jo moaned

I paid little attention to her or her wants and needs as I focused on my own lust of tasting her pussy. My tongue flicked against her bud causing her to squeal with each flick. I buried my tongue as far as I could in her little pussy, with my best effort I wiggled my tongue about; Jo's breathing became heavier as I continued to tongue fuck my baby sister. My nose was getting rather close to her anus; I could smell the sent of her ass as I pushed my tongue deeper in her. Jo's breathing was shallow and fast, I could tell she was nearing an orgasm, wanting to prolong the sensation as long as possible I slowed down and backed out a little, allowing the tip of my tongue to flick against her clit in a steady motion.

"Oh god Nic, that feels so good, don't stop please" Jo near pleaded with me.

I slowly came to a complete halt despite Jo's plea to continue; once I stopped I rolled my finger across her wet smooth pussy coating it in her juices, once it was nice and wet I slipped it between the soft folds of her pussy lips, Jo let out a moan as my finger slipped in. I slowly moved it deeper inside her, I started to rub were I thought her 'g' spot was after a moment Jo let out a rather loud moan, thinking I was on the money I get playing in the area. Jo only moaned more, each moan louder then the last. 

"fuck Nic!" Jo moaned

"I'm Cumming, fuck I'm Cumming!" she continued

I felt her muscles tighten around my finger, and then it felt as if a pressure spray had been released and it hit the tip of my finger, Jo continued to moan and her pussy stayed tight around my finger. I was unable to move it until she let go of the pressure around my finger, I quickly slipped it out as whitish clear liquid run out and down my finger.

"Oh my fucking god Nic, that was amazing!" Jo moaned.

"Were not done yet," I replied

My cock was rock hard again, I moved to be directly behind her again, I held my shaft and positioned it at the entrance to her wet pussy and slipped the head of my cock inside her. It was extremely wet and loose, my cock slipped in with complete ease. I reached around and began to fondle her breasts, squeezing them and flicking my fingers across her erect nipples, with each flick Jo let out a giggle. Jo then applied pressure around my shaft, the sensation of her tight pussy felt amazing, I grabbed her hips and rocked back and forth in a steady motion.

"You're so fucking tight!" I exclaimed

"That's because you're so fucking big brother," Jo replied

"You like being fucked by your big brother do you whore?" I asked

"Oh god yes, you feel so big in my tight pussy," Jo responded

I continued to thrust deep inside her as we spoke, I felt my balls slapping against her skin, and the sound of the slap was made louder due to the juices that coated my balls and her skin. I wanted to shoot my load deep inside her, but I wanted to prolong the sensation of fucking her tight pussy. The dirty talk was not helping me in the slightest.

"Make me your dirty whore brother, I want your cum deep inside me," Ho moaned 

"Daddy would be proud of you," I managed to speak, trying to concentrate on not Cumming.

"Daddy would be proud of you, fucking his little princess like this," Jo said.

Her words sent me over the edge, I felt my balls tighten, as I was about to lose my load I felt my shaft expand as the fluid filled it. As the hot ropes shot from my cock I let out an almighty moan, Jo too let out a loud moan as she too was in the midst of yet another orgasm. Jo grabbed my shaft with her pussy as I continued to unload my balls deep inside her pussy.

Both Jo and I collapsed on the floor once I removed my cock from her pussy. We laid on the floor for a good couple of minutes, I felt my heart rate slow back down to normal and I was regaining my breath, Jo's breath too was slowing to normal. 

"God, that felt good, I hope we have a daughter so she can experience this too," Jo remarked

"What do you mean we have a daughter?" I asked

"Well, guys normally were protection, I'm not on the pill Nic," Jo responded.

"Don't you want a daughter to do that too?" Jo then asked

"The tradition would continue when she is 21," I finally responded after lying thinking for a moment

"I love you Nic, I hope I give you a daughter," Jo rolled over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too Jo, we'll wait and see what happens," I answered as I gave her a kiss on the lips.



Rites of Passage Ch. 03



The five other women watched in disbelief as Laura limped her way to the back room. The others talked quietly amongst themselves for a few moments. I did some stretching while keeping my eyes and ears on all five of them. Finally, they broke out of their little huddle and stripped naked. Monica did keep her negligee on for some reason, not that it mattered. I have to admit that I found her the sexiest out of all the ladies there, dressed or not. She would have to wait her turn however, as the other black girl of the group pushed me down onto the bed and started sucking my cock. She was the one who went by Joi, I was able to gather. She had a good technique going, mouthing what she could and fisting what she couldn't. After she had sucked enough, she got up and sat on my dick with her back facing me. She felt much better than Laura, like she had already been stretched out by something. Yet no woman that small (she couldn't have been more that 5 feet tall) is naturally that loose, and I was curious as to how she had done it. Perhaps my salvation was that the beautiful thing about a girl this hot gliding effortlessly up and down your rigid shaft, and you tend to stop thinking altogether.

I forced my brain to shut down and just leave my body in control of things. (Granted, I know how much trouble that can get a person in, but I figured I was in as much trouble as I'd find myself in tonight.) This broad was fucking hot. She had my pecker lodged firmly in her hot box, with her feet solidly on the floor while her muscular legs pushed her up and down. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she apparently took great pleasure in being able to bring me to the edge of orgasm and just keep me there. She had to have held me to that edge for a good few minutes, until I just could not stand it anymore. I grabbed a hold of her hips and relentlessly thrust myself in and out of her womanhood until I felt my member swell up, then unload a torrent of sperm into her vagina. That one left me gasping for breath, so I struggled to get out from under her and get some air in my lungs. Joi gave me a little peck on the cheek before heading towards the back.

Once I had gotten my composure back, the brunette moved towards me. "It's Courtney's turn now," she said before placing her hands on the bed. I took that as my cue that she wanted to be fucked by me, as opposed to her fucking me. I did not disappoint, placing my tip against her slit and pushing just slightly inside, just enough to draw a light moan from her lips. I gave her the common courtesy (as if there was place for any in this environ) of asking her how she wanted it. She answered, "Fuck me like a little slut, big boy. Make me scream with that big piece of man meat." The magic words there were "make me scream." I grabbed her hips and yanked backwards for all I was worth, eliciting a one-of-a-kind scream that echoed off the walls. You know the kind of scream that makes other people cum? That kind of scream.

It took my a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that would keep her cumming while keeping me from cumming, but once I did, it was like a beautiful symphony; the sound of flesh slapping at a frenzied pace, combined with her moans, screams and even demands made for a melody that was music to my inner nymphomaniac. This bitch wanted me to make her mine, and I had no intent of doing anything else. I was going to leave her leaking cum out of her snatch, she had that kind of effect on me. I no longer had to worry about dropping off, so I began to fuck the unholy hell out of her. She was extremely appreciative: "Oh yeah, give me that big dick, baby, this pussy deserves to be fucked right tonight... I can't believe you, you're so big, you're filling me up, oh my god, I'm gonna cum so hard, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I-M CUM-M-M-M-M-M-IN-N-N-G... *ahh...*" I slowed down a little bit to let her savor her own climax, then followed in suit, leading her through an unknown number of orgasms before finally allowing myself to my own. I pushed my rod inside her until she tried to lean forward, almost like she was begging off, but to no avail. I felt myself fill her with so much seed that I worried she might pop from the pressure! I was actually shooting so hard that I was pushing her away from me just by sheer force. Eventually I was empty (hah, empty) and I sent her off to the back with a smack on the ass. All that remained were Christy, Marianne, and Monica.

Courtney and I had gone at it for quite a while; I guessed that I had spent forty-five minutes each with her and Joi, and half an hour with Laura. It had somehow escaped my attention that Marianne and Christy were on the floor 69ing each other. Marianne looked up at me, then removed a dildo from Christy's twat. Now I realized why Joi and Courtney had been able to handle my dimensions easier than Laura. This dildo was nearly as big as I was, and I can only assume that they used it to stretch themselves out. But, when a chick is holding her face over another chick's pussy and inviting you to insert 14 inches of flesh into it, you're not really interested in asking questions. I slid my cock into Christy, fucking her while Marianne continued to tongue her clit (and my shaft at the same time, interestingly enough). Marianne was a big fan of using the very tip of her tongue, so I went to great pains to leave an inch or two out to lick on while I screwed her companion into delirium. Christy had by far the best sex out of all the group, crafted seemingly to custom fit me, and no one else. I found myself short of breath at one point, and reared up on my knees, when I felt my tip jump, like I had hit a spot that felt... well, different. I slid back in, then back out; Christy let out a small cry, unlike any I had heard that entire night. Now, every male who's had sex more that three times knows what that sound means.

I positioned my head right on Christy's G-spot, then started fisting the length that was beyond her lips. I don't care how hard a woman tries, there isn't one alive than can resist a vibrating sensation like that on her G-spot, and I don't know if Christy was even trying. I do know that she was a squirter, because just as I prepared to blow my own load, her cunt just gushed against my chest. That was as wet as I got, because Marianne's mouth thirstily accepted the rest. I put my tip on Christy's clit while I shot my cum against it, which triggered another series of orgasms/eruptions, and Marianne was left the daunting task of licking her lesbian lover's slit dry, which she eagerly accepted (and completed).

Now I was left with a moral quandary: what to do now. Needless to say, I did what any respectful gentleman would have done: switched ends and skewered Marianne. This time I may have been in over my head, because juices from two different cunts plus my own cum were more than my cock could handle. Marianne's cunt got flooded early and often, and within minutes Christy was a total mess, as I was pumping my own jock juice out of Marianne's overflowing pussy and onto Christy's face. Marianne was pretty undone as well, as she was simply unable to absorb any more cum. Her hole was gooey and sloshy, but it she was still pretty tight so I still got a decent feeling out of fucking her. 

Finally, I reached the point where I could take no more. I stood up and got the two girls to their knees. I put my dick between their mouths while they swapped spit over it. I came eventually, and like the respectful gentleman that I am, painted both their faces white with what had to have been my biggest load of the night. They licked each other clean as they directed my attention to a shower. I washed up, which felt good since I was covered in the bodily fluids of five different women, plus my own. (Not that I'm complaining how I got there, mind you.) I came back out just as Marianne and Christy were heading to the back room. I managed to glance at a clock as they passed through the doorway; it was now 2:45 am, almost six hours before I had departed on my mission. I still had a full eighteen hours to go, and the only people left in the room were my freshly-cleaned self, and Monica, who I could tell was extremely turned on by the display I had just put on!

THE END, PART 3



Rites of Passage Ch. 04



At last Monica and I were alone together. I stretched out on the bed and motioned for her to join me. She did so, moving with a hint of subtlety to let me know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She lay down with her legs spread wide, indicating she was open for business (pun intended.) I have a bit of business sense about me, twelve inches of business sense, to be exact, which I wasted no time in driving hilt deep into Monica's expecting snatch.

The first few moments were nothing short of savagery. I fucked Monica like I was being sent off to war the next day. We both came within ten minutes, but no way was I done yet. (Fortunately, neither was she.) After taking a few moments to collect ourselves, we went at it, this time at a more relaxed pace. I stroked her using my entire length, pulling out completely on more than a couple of occasions. Monica was more than accommodating, taking great pleasure into keeping her cunt right in front of my dick, allowing me back in with ease. Her pussy muscles started contracting, which sent a silent grin across my face; I was sure she was close to cumming again. But when more than two minutes passed without any other classic signs of an impending orgasm, I began to wonder; was I just holding her on the edge, or what? The answer was what, as it turns out, as her velvet voice derailed my bullet train of thought: "What are you thinking about, baby?"

"Huh?" I snapped back to reality.

"You look like you're thinking about something."

"Yeah, how come you haven't finished cumming?"

She laughed. "I'm not cumming yet. If you mean the squeezing..." She locked eyes with me and I felt her cunt spasm repeatedly, but this time no two contractions were exactly alike. Different durations, different intervals, even different pressures. "Wow, I'm impressed," I said. I've never met a girl that could do that."

"Well you have now, and this pussy is gonna suck you dry before it's all said and done."

"Perhaps, but not quite yet." I began to kiss my way down her chest, getting just below her tits before I popped out of her. What had been gentle moans of appreciation and contentedness were now moans of confusion and withdrawal (again, pun intended). "What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

"No, give me that dick back baby, I want that dick me. Please..."

"Oh do you now?" She was mine now, whether she knew it or not.

"Yes, please, you have no idea how long it's been since I had some good dick like that in me... please don't take it away from me yet!"

"You know what? That almost makes me regret having to do this." With that I went down on her, much to her surprise: "No, baby, please don't do thaaaaaa-" If she said anything after that, I certainly didn't hear her, because the second my mouth grazed her sex, her thighs clasped themselves around my head. Had the Army covered situations like this in SERE class, I might have paid more attention, I chuckled as I went to work. I took my time eating her out, sucking up every drop of juice that lovely cunt produced. I pushed my way through her folds, every now and then pulling out a thread of her thick nectar. This had the rather undesired side effect of Monica's thighs constricting even further around my head. Keeping calm, I snaked my tongue up her slit until I found her clit. I flicked my tongue across it as rapidly as I could, causing Monica to let out a moan that echoed off the walls! As she rode out her climax, she threw her legs open and released me from my fleshy prison.

I lay on the bed next to Monica, who now had a glassy look in her eyes. I reached over and played with one of her nipples until she came back to reality. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, grinding her steaming hole against my rod. She took one of her massive breasts in her mouth, sweeping her tongue across the nipple. I lay there in rapt fascination as I felt her arousal increasing. "Mmm...You like these?" I nodded in the affirmative.

"How big do you think they are?"

"I'm almost afraid to guess," I replied nervously.

"48DDDs." Not too far off, I thought. Then again, I'd experienced 44DDs before. Those who say a few inches don't make a difference; most of the time they're right. This is not one of those times. "Wow," was the only word that managed to push its way out of my mouth. She giggled and then dropped to her knees in front of the bed. She pushed my legs apart and moved between them. She grabbed ahold of my cock and pulled it towards her, which I took as a signal to move closer to the edge. Once she was satisfied with my positioning, she put my dick against her chest and wrapped her luscious melons around it. She held her tits tightly around me as she bobbed up and down, lashing my tip with her tongue whenever it popped up. I sat up so I could get a better view of her. She truly was beautiful, and she was tit-fucking me out of my mind. I threw my head back and let my nut flow, which she let splash everywhere: in her face; on her tits; hell, I may have even gotten some in her eye!

We both laughed as she wiped her face clean, and then made a show of rubbing my jizz into her tits, although still not letting my dick free from between them. She put her lips to my dick before letting her tits fall from around it. She let her tongue circle the head for a few moments, and then proceeded to devour about seven inches worth of my cock. I let out a low moan and fell back onto the bed; I couldn't help it, this girl was gooooood. She worked as much as she could with her mouth, and used her hand on the rest. Anxious as I was to see if she could deep throat two extra inches, I was more than happy to let her do things her own way. She worked on my shaft like she was trying to push me to the edge of orgasm while keeping me from going over. Problem is she pushed a little too hard, and I felt myself about to cum with a vengeance. I heard Monica make some weird noises, cock her head back and without so much as a second thought, throated all 12 inches of my cock! This was just too much, and I let a river of sperm flow into the throat of the cock-hungry woman.

Monica continued to suck, but I had another idea. I stood up and pulled her to her feet, facing the bed. I decided I'd be a little sensual this time. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ears from behind, while reaching around to finally get my hands on those huge tits of hers. Damn, those things were heavy; I enjoyed squeezing, pinching, tweaking, and otherwise fondling every pound of them. Monica loved the attention I was giving her, meanwhile. She reached up and scratched lightly at my neck with one hand and reached between her legs with the other. I thought she was just going to play with her pussy; I thought wrong. She spread her lips with two fingers and pulled my rod towards them with the other three. I was surprised. "You just can't get enough of that dick, huh?"

"Well, like I said before, it's been awhile. Who knows when I'll get some more? After all, I highly doubt we'll be seeing each other again after tonight." As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. So I figured if it was gonna be just one night, that I'd give her a night she'd never forget. She had placed one foot on the bed and my tip against her slit. I gave a push, slight this time, just enough to push my way inside. She leaned forward, allowing me to get full penetration. I found myself liking her more and more: she knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. I thrust slowly while she adjusted herself, finally standing still enough to allow me to get a good rhythm going. She let out a long, low-pitched moan; not the "I'm in ecstasy" type moan, but more of a "gimme some more" type moan. Of course I was willing to oblige her, which I did by pushing my cock as deep into her as I could force it, then holding her firmly against it. She ground her ass against me, stirring her melting pot into a fiery cauldron of passion, which eventually exploded in an orgasm so strong it almost threw me out of her pussy and across the room! She crawled forward and lay on the bed facing towards the wall. Then something weird happened: she pulled a sheet across her and covered up, like she was going to sleep.

When Monica lay down, I took it as an opportunity to go clean myself up some. I took a long shower (it took awhile to get all of Monica's juice off me) and then returned to the room. Monica was still lying down, still covered up, still facing the wall, but now for some strange reason she was crying. I tapped her on the shoulder. "Sit up," I said, almost like I would give an order to a junior soldier.

"For what?"

"So we can talk."

"OK, but one thing first: what's your name?"

"Dorian, but most of my friends call me DJ."

She chuckled. "Wow, DJ... Do you realize that we've been having sex all this time, and this is the first time I've even asked you what your name was?" Honestly, it had somehow completely evaded me at the time.

I opened the back door and peeked at the wall clock; it was 6:15 am. "Wow, I've never done that before," I marveled.

"What?" she asked.

"Had sex with someone and not known her name."

Monica was not amused. "Well, thank you for making me feel like even more of a hoe."

"That is unnecessary. Why would you look at yourself like that?"

"All I was thinking about was what I wanted, and in return I didn't even give you that small courtesy. You must think I'm so desperate."

"But you did eventually, and I can appreciate that. Let me ask you something: Did the other girls who were in here earlier ask me my name?"

"No."

"No, they did not, and I doubt they care. They get to ride a big cock for a few hours, then go to sleep without a second thought. And I doubt I'm the first one either, huh?"

Monica nodded in the negative, still avoiding looking me in the eye.

"Whether you believe it or not..." I paused to tilt her face towards mine. She had some pretty eyes. Everything about this woman was beautiful, and I found myself falling harder and harder for her with every second that went by. "I like you. Not just because of the sex; I get enough of that, believe me. It's just that... there's something about you, even though I can't quite tell what it is. You're someone I could see myself having a decent relationship with."

Finally she sat up, assured enough that I as telling the truth. "But how can you say that? We barely know each other."

"Well, we've got fifteen hours to change that. What to you say, huh? Talk to me?"

She agreed, and talk we did. I learned so much about her: she was a Camden, NJ native, so she spent a lot of time in my hometown of Philly growing up. She was three years older than me at 28, and in her third year of med school. She had gone to school to become a pharmacist right out of high school, and that was how she financed her current schooling. She chose to become a pharmacist, she said, to have a further understanding of being a doctor when she finally became one. A noble goal, to be sure, I affirmed her. Finally we lay down together and drifted off to sleep, content that even though it was our first, last, and only, our night together would be one to remember.

THE END, PART 4 



Rites of Passage Ch. 05



I woke up to an alarm beeping. It took me a few minutes, but eventually I figured out it was coming from the corner my clothes were in. I went over and pulled out my cell phone; I had set the alarm for 1 p.m. the day before but hadn't turned it off. I couldn't believe it was that late. Or that early, depending on how you want to look at it. I woke Monica up and told her I was leaving. She asked me what time it was and I told her. "Wow, thanks for waking me up, I gotta be at work by 3. Hold on before you leave." She went into the back while I got dressed. Eventually, Monica came back out, fully dressed and with a CD in her hand. "Take this. It's the data you need for your squad leader to consider your mission a success."

"OK, I'll take your word for it," I said with a laugh.

"Also, you'll find a Jeep outside. You can use it to get back."

"All right, I'll be on my way then. What time do you get off work?" 

She cocked her head. "Why?"

"Just out of curiosity."

"9 p.m."

"Oh. OK." I gave Monica a hug and went on my way. True to her word, there was an empty Jeep waiting for me outside the building. I looked around me and realized that I was actually on top of Dead Man's Mile, looking down into the chasm at the very end of it. I got into the vehicle and hauled ass back to the clubhouse. When I arrived, every single member of Fury Squad was there to congratulate me on a successful 'mission.' I had no time to stop and chat; I had to find Michael. He was in the manager's office, seated at a laptop computer. I gave him my 'recon data' and went back out to mill around with my mates. After about an hour or so, Michael came out with a smile on his face. "Congratulations, Dorian. After your ops last night the enemy won't be able to carry out their operations for quite some time." Everybody burst out in a fit of laughter, which I allowed myself to join before leaving and heading for home.

Once I got home, I immediately got on my computer. I did a few minutes worth of research before heading right back out the door. The thing is, everyone at the club house thought that no more operations could be carried out because I had caused, shall we say, significant damage to the enemy's numbers. When in fact, any soldier knows there are two ways to win a war: leave the enemy no bodies to fight with, or no resources to equip them with. Translation: they weren't scaling back the ritual because I had fucked them too sorely; I had simply stolen their supply of Alprostadil. Not out of any personal grudge or anything like that, but I had somewhere to go.

I arrived at Eastern Hill Pharmacy around 3 p.m. I walked through the door, and sure enough, there was Monica working behind the counter. She had her head down engaged in something, but when she looked up, the look on her face was one of sheer shock. "Dorian? How'd you find me here?"

I said nothing, just made sure that no one was looking, then tossed her the small bottle.

She emptily examined the bottle, then asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. I don't know what it is, but I like you. Too much to let you go."

"I don't know..."

"C'mon, at least think about it. I mean, I know you enjoyed last night, and I was hoping that it wouldn't be just a one-night stand."

She sighed. "The truth is, Dorian, I'm involved. With another woman."

That hit me kind of hard, but I took it as well as I could. "Oh...well, can't blame a guy for trying." I turned for the door, but then I heard her voice calling me back. "I have to be honest though; I'm not happy with her. She seems more absent when she's at home than when she's gone. She never really pays me any attention... I mean, we've been together for a year and a half and already I think you know more about me than she does. I don't know for sure, but being with you has to be better than being with her."

"So why do you stay with her, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I know I'm a mess with her, but I'm even worse off by myself. I'm a lonely person, and for me, sometimes I settle for being with someone who treats me badly than being by myself."

I stopped to take in what I just heard. "I can totally understand where you're coming from, believe me. However, I don't want to be the reason you end your relationship. What I mean is, if you want to do it, even if it is specifically to be with me, you have to do it for yourself."

I turned to leave. "I'll be back at 9," I said as I walked out the door.

True to my word, at 9 p.m. I was back at the pharmacy. Monica was waiting outside with keys in hand, ready to lock up. I parked along the curb and waited. Monica finished locking the doors and hopped into the car with me. She had made her choice.

I took Monica to her girlfriend's apartment. Not too surprisingly (to me, anyway) she was engaged with a man and another woman. I stood by while business was transacted, and then Monica left, securely tucked under my arm. We ended up going back to her place, where we made good use of the effects of the Alprostadil until they wore off.

This whole story took place about a month ago, and I'm not gonna lie; I enjoy retelling it more and more every time. But the best part is, it's not over yet. Monica and I are still together, developing the kind of relationship both of us have been looking for. It seems we find something new to love about each other every day, not to mention our sex life is off the charts. We even have a little trade system worked out: every now and then she lets me bring home another woman to join us, and every then and now I let her bring home some Alprostadil.

But I STILL hate needles!

THE END