0 comments/ 6431 views/ 0 favorites Jack Z By: Tveksam I am Jack Z, the infamous bounty hunter based on the lunar colony, and I had found myself in a large, dirty spot of problem. To say it plainly, I was in a suitcase and some enhanced hoodlum had chopped of my legs and my arms with a brutal, unregistered chainsaw whip. It wasn't the first time for me and years ago I replaced my limbs with insensitive plastic parts, cheaper and lighter than the metal variety. The spam that came with the control chip in my head informed me that the metal variety, for twice of the already outrageous price, would have held under the whipping fangs. Thank you very much. A brain augmented gorilla, owned by the pierced chainsaw freak, carried the suitcase and I was on my armless side, uncomfortable but at least my arm wasn't asleep. I had learned to see the positive side as a uranium X miner back in the days, before I took up the role of bounty hunter. Before I lost my limbs I had been the sexiest law enforcer according to the weekly lunar colony pulp magazine, a great honour which got me into both sweet, and sour, spots. The lunar pussy was famous for its ferocity and a lesser man would have cried for far less. But I didn't cry about it, it was a duty. Now I was the sexiest torso and head on the lunar colony. Of course I knew who had ordered the hit on me. It could be no other than my nemesis, the sexiest outlaw (voted for in the very same magazine) on the stellar body, Lily B. Lily B... All of the bounty hunters had heard of her, and all feared her in their work profession and worshipped her in their fantasies. With her shiny, grey, rubbsteel skin she robbed banks of their space credits with her gang of crazy moon people. Because of the skin she always showed up completely naked for her crimes and if was a lovely sight to see her naked glory spray super speed calibre rounds from her two twelve round revolvers as she emptied a room full of guards. As she killed she often had little orgasms. Geez, that body... Those hips and breasts... And feet too... Even in my current, dangerous situation I could browse through my saved pictures on my brain drive. I especially studied the ones from her arrest. I was the first, and only, one to capture her and I had my fun with her before I turned her in for the reward. At first she didn't want to but I managed to bio-hack my way into her pussy and when she was drenched I fucked her for several hours before I spurted my load in her. The video of that incident had made me into a web star over a night. I chuckled for myself as the suitcase bumped on. She probably remembered the thing, I thought with a frown. When the suitcase stopped its arrhythmic motions I didn't notice it at first. It was only when I heard the sultry voice of Lily B that I started to focus on my surroundings outside my dark box. Strong base vibrations came from the floor. It was probably some kind of nightclub. A basic, electric smell told me of the usual drugs among the higher class of outlaws. This was Lily B turf, not some lower criminal's. A large movement and a thump, I landed on my back and the suitcase opened above me and I put on my cool face as I stared up at Lily B who smiled her sharp toothed smile down at me. Her teeth could spit poison of several kinds, like a cobra, and that was something that many of the younger bounty hunters hadn't kept in their heads. Then they died in ugly ways. Even the cute ones... She turned to the duo that had turned me in. "Nice job," she said. "You can collect the bounty downstairs." The pair nodded and left the room and Lily B stroked her blue, plastic hair in a relaxed way before she turned her hands on me. She stroked my scarred, muscled body with hard, bruise causing motions and I smiled at her. Even though her hands were synthetic they were quite soft. Luckily my cock was controlled by me and wouldn't grow for her before I wanted it to. "Happy to see me, Lily B?" I asked and the stopped her probing and stared into my eyes. "Happy to see you at my mercy, Jack Z," she said. "The bounty was huge... But so worth it." She bit her lower lip carefully. "As if the two will survive the night?" I asked and she laughed in an insane, but erotic, way. "Of course not," she answered, "but I always pay at least. If they can't protect themselves? Well, no big loss." "I wouldn't say," I said, "they handled themselves better than your goons." She didn't answer me and started to walk around the room. She grabbed a tangle of black plastic wires and needles that I recognized. "Say, Lily B," I started, "isn't that a bio-hacker?" She simply nodded and started to connect the apparatus around my cock. I succeeded not to flinch as the needles went in under my cock. They were thin needles but I never liked them at the best of times. I started to lock my cock behind some firewalls but I knew as well as she did that the protection didn't hold much against what she could afford on the street. "Firewalls?" she laughed in my face as she started to break down my defences. "And the same ones I used back then? Sloppy, Mr Sexy!" I started to feel my mind lose its control over my nether regions and I started some reserve routines but to no avail. Soon I sensed her computer between me and my cock. The bio-hacker that she used was a sex organ model. They were quite simple in their design and their functions were very limited. But then one can have quite fun with just the basics. Lily B started with making the cock grow to its maximum length. If any of you have been teased by a lunar woman for three days straight you are familiar with the potential of the male organ. It grows to some kind of throbbing beast with veins standing out as if begging to explode. Every sensation will make it come, but if you are there it isn't up to you anymore. Damn good, those lunar ladies. Lily B moved her rough, synthetic hand over my tight shaft. She stroked me for a while and I could feel myself getting close to my limit. She cupped my shiny tip in her hands and squeezed it hard while she kept going at my shaft with her other hand. Juices had started to flow ever since she made the cock hard and the natural lubricant was a blessing. Normally a cock will go soft if treated too badly, but the fascinating thing with the bio-hacker is its ability to just keeping you hard and alert. It can also be used to make you feel really intense feelings of pleasure on top of what you are really feeling. In this way it opens up a whole new world of sex, or possible tortures. The slogan for the first model was, if I remember correctly, "Not a masochist? No problem!" A tearful face had accompanied the slogan. As I started to come she pressed a button on the machine and I could feel my orgasm get close and just stay there in a strange and horribly comfortable way. I wondered why I never did that to her. "Ah!" I moaned. "Fuck you... Bitch!" She only smiled her pointy smile and continued with her assault which only increased my already terrible pleasure. I, Jack Z, was a dam ready to burst. But no release came to your bounty hunter that day, I can spoil. She drove me temporarily insane with only her hands, even it took three hours of her time, and without my security systems I would probably have turned into her mind raped slave right there. Luckily I had invested in some areas other than weaponry and physical protection. Then she lifted my limbless body over her shoulder and flung me on a soft bed. She wasn't very gentle as she positioned me good enough for her needs in the middle of the bed. Then she straddled me and started to ride my oversensitive cock. Apparently she had gotten herself some upgrades since our last meeting. Maybe she had picked up her new pussy at the lunar whore street because it seemed familiar (Of course I never had to pay there... In fact, I am not there that much anymore. Hardly ever, in fact.). Motorized movements smothered my bursting cock from all sides, like a horny boa constrictor, and a heater and cooler played with my senses. "I have wanted to do this since the moment you arrested me," she said between her load moans, "when you fucked me. I remembered... Ah! I remembered your sweet cock in the prison. When the guards fucked me I... I... Thought... Ah, fuck! Fuck me, you jackhammer!" I actually tried to do what she wanted but my heaving form didn't actually manage to make any difference no matter how it moved under her, especially not when she pushed herself down on me as if it was her birthday. In the meantime her hands started to pinch my nipples and I felt small electrical shocks come from her hands and blue sparks connected the hands with my chest even when she lifted them from me. She punched my face with hard blows and I felt blood in my mouth after the third fist connected with a fleshy thump. "I have plans for you," she said as she hit me with her open hand. Compared to the fist it was almost caring and I sensed some form of Stockholm syndrome forming inside me, or at least in my cock. "Do you see the computer terminal?" I turned my head in the direction that she indicated and indeed I saw a strange terminal, full of sharp and large needles and plastic tubing. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. I thought of doing a space goggles image search but I let her continue her mocking instead. "It is a mind-scanner!" she said in triumph and I stared at her with open eyes. She was crazy, and in control! "You can't!" I screamed. "Those are..." I drifted off. "Illegal?" she asked with a wicked smile as she moved her hips in circular motions. "The galaxy federation wouldn't even allow the continued research," I said, "so yeah, crazy illegal." I studied the machinery with increased interest. "I'm quite impressed actually. And honored." I stared up at her. "Did you get that for me?" She nodded. "Yes," she said eagerly, "I will transmit your mind to the computer and then I will own your soul forever... Ah, god." She slumped over me as her last orgasm smacked into her. She collapsed over me and I stared at the machine. "Wow...," I said. "I mean, you sick fucking bitch... But wow. I didn't know you cared about me that much?" I think she activated some adrenaline because she started to fuck me again with more force than before. A fanatic gleam shone in her eyes. "Just shut the fuck up;" she said. "I hate you." "I just know what I see, darling," I said and thrust my cock deeper inside her. "You know nothing yet," she said with a laugh. "I also plan to transmit myself to a higher level system and be your god for all eternity." I looked at her in disbelief. "Haha?" I asked. "Mmmm...," she moaned, "and you are not the only one. At the moment there is a couple of thousands in there, and more is to come. Of course I will probably multiply your soul file many times, to start from the beginning when I feel like it." "What?" She noticed my worried facial expression. "Oh! Don't worry, you won't know the difference." She brought herself to several more orgasms and I was overwhelmed with too much pleasure to manage to think more on my immediate, soul endangering situation. When I saw that she started to slow down and eventually raised herself from my cock I panicked silently, mostly with my eyes. She grinded her pussy with the back of her hands as she stared down at my sweaty torso. "I will save your body," she stated, "and your cock. I think they will do just fine without your personality." "Didn't you say," I said, "that you would go into the computer program too?" She nodded, but laughed. "Yes, silly!" she said. "But I want to get the most of my real body before I turn into energy. I'm not you. I am free. " She winked in a flirty way. "But, " I said, "my penis?" She kicked me hard in the side. "My cock!" she said. "Not yours anymore, Jack Z. I have even planned to sell it to people that are willing to pay for it. You are quite popular on the dark side of the moon." She bent down and started to suck on the tip of my cock. Her pointy teeth prickled the sensitive, hard surface. "You should be proud of yourself, of being such a promising slave. If it wasn't for my personal enjoyment whoring you out would actually cover all of my expenses..." She sucked me with a thoughtful face. "Well," she stopped sucking, "I guess it's time to give you hell." "Please!" I spurted out. "Don't do this. I will do anything!" She nodded and produced a syringe filled with a mean looking fluid. "I know," she said and injected me in my throat. I drifted off into unconsciousness and the last thing I felt in the flesh was an orgasm that never came. "I will have you rape yourself," I heard her say as I drifted off. "What?" I mumbled and lost all sense of reality. Jacked Jack stroked his cock in anxious anticipation...His breath was quick, and his pulse raced...He wanted to wait, but he couldn't...The excitement and terror of what he was about to do was too great...God, would he even be able to go through with it?...He had daydreamed about this for so long that he could almost taste it, even in his imagination...But now, as he sat here in the dark, the stall door loosely ajar, his legs splayed, and his hand pumping feverishly, he wondered if he really wanted to do this...I mean, if he could get off just thinking about it, why take the risk?...It was pretty dangerous, he knew...he could get caught, get arrested, be publicly humiliated...or worse, he could get some disease...or run into some psycho...he could die... But during all those nights of thinking about it and playing it through in his mind...fantasizing all the possible scenarios and details...after going so far as to write up the invitation and posting it anonymously...then getting the first response (which he didn't answer for a week)...and finally, last night, after a marathon round of masturbation that got him so excited that he couldn't think straight, he had impulsively offered a time and place...Never during all that time had the danger taken away from the pleasure of the fantasy...on the contrary, it had only added to the excitement and the adrenaline rush... Now here he was, waiting...shivering...pumping...half-hoping that his "date" wouldn't show...half-terrified that he would...Would Jack recognize him?...What would he say?...How would he react when he finally saw "it" face to face?...Sure, in his fantasy, it had always been smooth and easy...the dark, mysterious stranger...preferably an older guy...someone that would make Jack feel small and submissive...quietly unzipping his trousers...slowly revealing a thick, hard, beautiful shaft and bulbous shaved balls...the pleasant musky scent of warm manhood...the firm, but gentle hand on the back of his neck pulling his open and welcoming mouth towards the throbbing, wet head of his "Daddy's" cock...the feel of that powerful rod pulsing on his tremulous tongue...snaking down into the depths of his throat... "Ungh!"...recalling the fantasy now was enough to send a thick glob of Jack's own cum pouring over his tightly clinched hand and down onto the hairy patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock..."God damn!", he whispered to himself, "that's the third time tonight!"...Jack was starting to get dick-fatigue from all this waiting and pumping...He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stand it...by the time anyone showed up, he'd be out of energy (not to mention out of juice), and not half as excited as he was now...Maybe he'd been stood up?...Wouldn't surprise him...I mean, if he was having second thoughts right here at the scene of the rendezvous... he could easily imagine "Dick" doing the same thing at home...or in his car...or maybe even right outside the men's room door...Was he out there, pulse racing and nerves tingling, just like Jack?...Would he get up the nerve (and something else) to come through the door and get what he came for?...Or would he... Thoomf!...The men's room door opened with a rush that made Jack jump in his seat!...He sat up quickly and grasped at the stall door that had started to swing open..."Sht..." he hissed, but caught himself, hoping not the draw the attention of whoever had just entered...Was it "him"? Or someone else?...Had they noticed him knocking around in there?...Jack sat motionless and silent...too startled now to even think about the excitement of a moment ago...His flaccid dick drooped between his legs, and his sticky hand gripped the door handle tensely..."Oh, go away, go away," his panicked mind chanted in time with his quick, shallow breathing..."I just want to get out of here!"... Click!...Suddenly, Jack found himself in pitch darkness!..."Oh god, now what? Oh shit, oh shit..."he thought desperately...For a moment, all was silent as Jack's eyes grew accustomed to the dark...Though he was still blind as a bat, his other senses perked up, so that he could now vaguely detect the harsh breathing of another presence in the room...Were they trying to scare him?...Or draw him out?...Maybe it was just a janitor making a check...Oh, please let it be a janitor!... Then, suddenly, a voice came out of the darkness..."Jack?"..."You there?"....It was him!...The one he'd been waiting for...dreaming about...Should he answer?...Could he do it now that the moment was at hand?...Speaking of hand, Jack could still feel the warm drool of his dick coating the now trembling hand...And for a split second...just long enough to tip his mind towards a decision...he again imagined the dark stranger's sperm splattered across his face and tongue, dripping down his chin...that was it!...he had to see..."Y-yes...I'm here...Dick?"...the decision was made...now for the consequences... "You're in the last stall right?...I'm coming over...open up."...the stranger's deep, soft voice was soothing to Jack, and although his heart still pounded in his chest, his hand stopped trembling and managed to release the door handle...the stall door swung quietly inward...Jack could hear Dick moving tenuously towards the stall, his feet shuffling softly on the tiled floor..."Are you leaving the lights off?" Jack asked in a whisper..."Yeah," came the reply, "I like the dark...don't you?"..."S-sure...that's fine...whatever you want..."..."That's what I like to hear, boy"...And that's what Jack had been waiting to hear...a man in charge...a man who would take control and make him his "boy"...It's what he'd wanted for so long, he couldn't even remember when the first fantasies started...when he decided that he'd like to be a cock-boy...maybe he'd wanted it his whole life...and now he was about to taste the fruits of his forbidden desire...literally! A dark shape now loomed in the doorway...darker than the blackness he was already in, if that was possible...or maybe his mind just imagined it that way to represent the feeling he now had as another warm presence entered the small closet where Jack sat quiet and quivering with nervousness..."Are you ready, boy?...Ready for some man-meat?...I got a big one...think you can handle it?"..."Y-yes sir...I'm ready...I want it..."..."Then beg for it, faggot!" The word sounded harsh on Jack's ear...no one had ever called him "faggot"!...no one would dare!...Jack wasn't a big guy, but he was in shape, and very masculine...popular with the girls, and always a dominant presence around guys...most of the time anyway...But right now he felt like a faggot...sitting in a dark stall with his naked knees clinched, his dick drooping between his legs, his hands sticky, and an even bigger, more masculine male (he could tell Dick was bigger, even in the dark) standing in front of him waiting to be serviced...he was a faggot!...at least for tonight... "P-please...please let me suck it..."Jack whispered..."No, little boy...I said beg!"..."Oh, please!...Please, let me have it!" Jack said as he started to get into the game..."Let me suck your big juicy cock...Let me swallow your cum...I need some cum in my mouth...please, daddy..." With that, two strong hands reached out and found the sides of Jack's head...they gripped him, just as he'd imagined, firmly but gently and pulled him forward...Jack opened his mouth to receive his new Master, but instead of cock, he found his mouth directed downwards, under the massive shaft that now extended across his nose and cheek (and well past his ear-at least eight or nine inches long, and heavy!) to a set of hairy, bulging balls..."Suck my balls first, bitch...suck 'em good...get 'em nice and wet...don't stop until I say so!"...Jack obliged, although this wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for...in his daydreams, Dick's balls were always nice and shaved, not hairy...and they smelled like dry musk, not the vaguely damp, sweaty scent that rose to his nostrils now...it wasn't unbearable, but not quite as tasty as in his fantasy..."Oh well," he thought, "this is the real deal, so just enjoy it, and try not to get hair stuck in your teeth!"...So he set to work on "daddy's" jewels... He began slow and tentatively, just licking Dick's scrotum gently with the tip of his tongue...After getting an "Nngh" of approval, Jack moved in closer and used his lips to grasp one ball gently in his mouth while his tongue continued to caress it..."Oh yeah, sweetheart...suck that ball..."...Jack did as instructed and sucked one testicle into his mouth, carefully avoiding any contact with his teeth..."Amazing," he thought, "he likes it just the way I do! I always love having my balls sucked this way...I know exactly what to do!"...Jack continued to work on Dick's sack...sucking, licking, rolling them with his tongue, and every so often, pulling on the scrotum with just his lips, sending a wave of pleasure through Dick's mid-section..."Ohhh, yes baby...daddy likes that...keep going...you're making Dick verrry happy!" Jack could feel Dick's erection growing harder across his cheek, occasionally bouncing against his forehead as he licked and tugged at those happy balls...Jack's own cock was reviving in response to his own excitement too...Here he was, licking another man's balls, and loving it!...My god, why had he waited so long to do this?...His whole body was telling him that this is what he was made for!... Finally, Jack couldn't take it anymore...he needed to taste cock!...He wanted that hard meaty tool in his mouth!...Though he hadn't been given permission to stop, Jack moved his attention from Dick's balls to the base of his shaft, continuing to lick and suck the whole way...He didn't hear any objections from Dick, so he kept going, finally getting his tongue under that delicious piece of manhood and massaging it vigorously..."Lick it, slut...lick that cock up and down," Dick encouraged him...So Jack grasped the rod tightly round with his thumb and forefinger, right under the mushroom-shaped head, and pulled it up gently, giving his tongue maximum space to work up and down... Jack slathered the stranger's wonderful staff like a little girl with a Popsicle!...First, coating it with saliva, and then allowing his lips to slurp it back up like a vacuum cleaner...Up and down, around and around Dick's throbbing member...He could feel every bump and ridge on his tongue...could almost feel the veins pumping when his lips latched on and held tightly for a moment...He knew that Dick must be in ecstasy, just as he was...The harsh breathing and low moans coming from above proved him right...He was giving another man the greatest pleasure imaginable!...What a feeling that was!...Both weak and powerful, knowing that this man's most sensitive and valued part was at the mercy of his submissive, slutty mouth...His to do with as he wished...But strangely, his impulse wasn't to hurt it or bite it, but to please it...to serve it...to make it cum...he wanted to taste another man's cum... That thought finally led Jack back to the long-neglected head that he still held nimbly between two fingers...For just a moment he paused, contemplating the lurid reality of his situation...a dank, dirty bathroom stall...a dark, demanding stranger...a hard, manly penis in his hand... a perverse longing to be used...to be called a "faggot" and a "slut"...to submit to the dominance of his desires...to another man's pleasure...this is what he'd been waiting for!...And again, he somehow knew...this is what he was made for..."Go on, Jack...swallow it...you know you want to..." So he did...Without further thought or even a real awareness of what he was doing, Jack opened his mouth and consumed the object of his lust...No coy little kisses or licks, no teasing, no torturing, and no hesitation...He simply took it, and took it all...His first plunge went all the way down Dick's wet shaft, almost to the base, before hitting the back of Jack's throat, almost causing him to gag...but Jack stopped, took a breath through his nose (he remembered that advice from a woman on a phone sex line!)...then he tightened his lips, but made sure his teeth were out of the way, his tongue padding the underside of the dick, and rose back up slowly, sucking hard and letting a slurping sound escape his lips...when he got back to the top, Jack let his tongue slide along the underside of Dick's large head, and over the tip of his cock, where a small string of pre-cum wrapped itself around his lower lip... Dick responded with enthusiasm..."Oh, yes baby...swallow that cock...suck it!...Oh, fuck yes!...you know what daddy likes don't you?"...Yes, Jack did...He knew because that's how he liked it too...Suddenly, Jack felt more sexually competent than he ever had before!...No woman had ever made him feel like he knew what he was doing...but now, taking another man's cock in his mouth, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it...He was an expert...an expert cocksucker... Jack dove back into his task with renewed enthusiasm...this time he went down slower, sucking, slurping, and slowly massaging the base of Dick's cock with well-practiced fingers...he let his tongue swirl around the sticky head and then glide down and around as he started to bob his head slowly...This drove Dick mad with lust, and the grip on the back of Jack's head tightened and pulled at him...Dick started to drive his hips forward with every bob of Jack's head, causing his cock to plunge deeper and deeper into the warm, wet cave of Jack's mouth...Jack quickly learned to move his tongue out of the way to allow passage, and to open his throat wide for the invading member...He was being face-fucked!...He'd read the words before, but he'd never met a woman who would so thoroughly relinquish control as to let a man use her mouth this way...But here Jack was, playing the part of porn-queen for a cock that was easily as big as those he'd seen in the movies...And, at first, it was nice...very nice... But Dick was now starting to lose all sense of control...he was banging Jack's mouth harder and harder, the balls slapping his chin with each thrust, and Jack was having a hard time keeping up...several times he started to gag, and put his hands up to Dick's hips to hold them back just a little...But Dick kept coming... Finally, Jack decided that he'd had enough...he needed to rest his tired tongue and throat...but as he tried to pull back, he felt a strong resistance from Dick's hand on the back of his neck..."No, don't stop bitch! I'm not finished! Keep sucking!"..."Bu-bu-bumf....mfff..." Jack tried to protest, but to no avail...Dick wasn't going to let up...Once again, Jack tried to push back on Dick's hips to ease the pounding...but, suddenly, a sharp slap struck him across the left side of his face..."I said don't stop, cunt! Push me again and I'll slap the shit out of you, pussy-boy!"... Holy shit! What had Jack gotten himself into!...This guy could very well be a psycho, and here Jack already had him riled up and ready to pounce!...He knew that this restroom was deep underground and fairly out of the way, so no one would likely hear him struggling...and in his current submissive position, sitting with his pants wrapped around his ankles, his dick exposed, there might not be much of a struggle...Of course, he could always bite his attacker!...But the thought of a man's bloody penis in his mouth suddenly made Jack feel sick and terrified...Better to just give him what he wanted and finish the job, sore throat or no... So Jack resigned himself to a thorough face-fucking...and Dick obliged...for what seemed like endless minutes, Dick continued to plunge his rod deep into Jack's throat, while Jack tried his best to lubricate it with is tongue and massage it with tightly-wrapped lips, hoping for a quick end to his fantasy-turned-nightmare...After a while, he got into a rhythm with Dick and realized that this wasn't so bad...he could provide a relatively easy path for Dick by just keeping his neck extended and his throat open...he knew that his tonsils were taking a pounding, and would be sore later, but at least he wasn't gagging or choking...Now if only, Dick would hurry up and... "Nngh! Ngh! Ahhh!" Dick suddenly stopped pumping and slammed Jack's head all the way down, releasing a powerful burst of hot liquid onto the back of his larynx..."Gnnngh! Unnngh! Mmmm!" Jack was so surprised that he let out a muffled yell that was drowned in the flood of semen that now filled his mouth ..."Oh my fucking god!" he thought, "I just let a man cum in my mouth! There's so much! I never thought he'd shoot so much!"...So much in fact that Dick wasn't finished yet...After the initial orgasmic explosion, Dick pulled back, grasped the bottom of his shaft, and began pumping vigorously...This led to another quick, but smaller explosion near the front of Jack's mouth that coated his thrashing tongue...Now Jack could taste the white, sticky substance in all its salty-sweet glory...It wasn't the first time that Jack had tasted cum (he'd tried his own once in a fit of perverse self-gratification), but it was the first time he'd had it straight from the tap!...It wasn't a bad taste at all, he thought, but somehow the fascination and horror of another man unloading inside him suddenly struck Jack with force of a hammer!...This man had just invaded his body with his own seed...his bodily fluid!...And here I am swallowing it like a whore! And he was...instinct and reflex more than anything had caused Jack to begin swallowing almost as soon as Dick came, just to keep from choking...but now, as the viscous fluid washed over his tongue, Jack tried to force it into a single glob that he could spit out...But Dick would have none of that..."Swallow, bitch! Swallow!"...He removed his cock entirely from Jack's mouth and pressed it shut with one hand..."Swallow it, baby boy...you know it's good for you..."...With his other hand, Dick continued to pump his rapidly deflating shaft...he managed to draw enough remaining fluid to pour it slowly over Jack's lips, chin and cheek, where he wiped off the remaining drizzle as if with a dirty rag..."That's my good cock-slut...you finally got what you wanted, huh?"...Jack supposed he was right...here was his reward for months of fantasizing and planning...here's what he had been wanting to do for as long as he could remember...even the humiliation of the moment was something that he knew now that he'd secretly longed for...used by a bully in a stall...what could be better...or worse?... Click!...A blinding light flashed above Jack's head, causing his eyes to cloud over with dancing black circles...A surprised "Shit!" from above let him know that Dick was similarly blinded and shocked...Someone had come in!..."Oh fuck!", Jack's mind whirled, "this is what I was afraid of! We're caught!"...visions of his humiliation flashed through his mind...the security guard standing there with his gun in one hand, a radio in the other, looking at them in disgust...the police questioning him...snapping his mugshot...the call home to his parents to come and pick him up...having to explain why...his world shattering around him... But as his vision cleared, and he gazed up at the looming figure above him, Jack suddenly realized that getting caught by the police was the least of his problems now...his eyes grew wide with astonishment and horror...Of all the fears that Jack had had about this night, nothing compared to the shock and mutual anguish that appeared on Dick's reddened face, and on his own, covered with cum, lips trembling, all color suddenly drained out..."Oh no! Not this! Anything but this!"... "S-S-Steven?!", Dick stuttered... "Oh, god....D-Dad?!"... Jacked Kenny Jacobs stood in the shade cast by the detached garage in the door yard for a brief pause. Nine in the morning and already a sweltering summer day. Insects broke the calm silence as the heat of the day mounted and already the humidity had caused his shirt to become nearly soaked through. He pulled the leather work gloves tight on his hands and went back to clearing out the side yard of the house. Years of neglect had left the patch of earth devoid of grass but completely overgrown with vines, weeds, poison ivy, saplings, sticker bushes and a whole host of other scrub plants. Sweat poured from his forehead as he cursed his father. His mother had met and fallen for the man years ago while Ken had been in college. Tim Tomlinson had moved in with his new wife, Marie, Kenneth's mother, and was a nice enough fellow from some backwater town in the north country of Missouri. Chillicothee, or some such town, Kenny didn't dare try to spell it. After he'd graduated from college, his mother had decided to leave the lights of Chicago for a while and live in the country with her husband. The house had not been lived in for five or six years, and while it was in relatively good shape, the yard had been completely invaded by all manner of plants. Plants, Kenny had realized upon arrival to spend part of his summer here, that had become his responsibility to eradicate. He'd tried a weed eater already, but the growth was too thick even for the tough plastic cable. He was toting a sling blade now on his shoulder he had just sharpened in Tim's work shop. As full of junk the shop contained, Kenny liked being in there. There were boxes of tools and odds and ends that Tim had collected through the course of his life. He started back in at the growth, swinging the large blade at the plant matter and muttering movie quotes under his breath. "Some folks call it a Kaiser blade, I call it a slingblade, mmm hmmm." "Kenny!" His head snapped up as his mother called to him. "Yeah?" She came around the side of the house in a sun dress carrying a small cooler. "Tim and I are heading out, we'll be back in a week." "Okay mom." Kenny said, taking a long pull off a large bottle of Gatorade. "The emergency numbers are on the fridge, and no parties." "Jesus, Mom, I'm not fourteen, I think I'll manage." He said, giving her a hug goodbye. They were taking a camper down to Smithville Lake for a week of camping because apparently living in Po-dunk, USA wasn't country enough. "Oh for God's sake, you're covered in sweat!" She said after a brief hug goodbye. "It is a little hot out here." He said, picking the blade back up. He hoped to be done by lunch, then he had the place to himself for the rest of the week with nothing to do. He planned on enjoying every second of it. "Alright, we'll see you later, sweety." "Bye Mom, have fun." He said, and watched her leave. Turning back to the yard, he grimaced at the foliage and took up the blade once more. "I'ma get me some of 'dem biscuits wit da' mustard, mmm hmmm." By noon the yard was all but cleared, and he was pushing a large pile of the tangled plant debris to the burn pile. It was blazing hot now, and he'd been chugging water from the hose like crazy and now was fighting the urge to urinate. Storm clouds looked to be building up, so he wanted to get done before it started raining. The idea of dropping trowel there and just going never crossed his mind. He'd gotten the stuff on the pile when he heard a car horn beep from the front of the house. His curiosity got his mind off the call of nature as he went around the side of the house to investigate. "Oh shit." He muttered to himself. There in the gravel driveway was Abbey's cherry red Chevy Cavalier. And it looked as though Liz was with her. Sisters from Tim's brother Nate, technically his cousins. He had only met them once before he had come to Tim's with his mother this summer, they had been 14 then. Now, four years later, they had constantly nagged him about coming out and partying with them. He had finally succumbed and let them take him to a bon fire party two weeks ago, where they had begged him to buy them booze, then both out-drank him on moonshine and left him asleep on Tim's driveway at four o'clock in the morning in nothing but his boxers. He'd had a sneaking suspicion that a lot more went on from what they'd told him. As far as he was concerned they were crazy; a pair of loud mouth trouble makers. He tried to keep his distance from them, but they seemed bound and determined to stay under his skin either to just annoy him or to fulfill some form of weird self indulged entertainment. When they saw him they stepped out of the car. Both were about five foot even, skinny, and each wore a pair of tiny track shorts, white track tee-shirts with CHS stenciled across the front and an over sized pair of sunglasses. At this distance they were virtually indistinguishable save for their hair. Abbey had a long wash or dirty blond hair that she never wore up, Liz had a short crop of thick black hair that framed her cute face. Maneaters, was all Kenny could think of. He pitied the men at the college they would be heading off to come September. "What's up Ken-doll?" Abbey shouted up the driveway. Kenny grimaced. This had become their nickname for him since they stripped him down that night at the party. They had told him he'd stripped himself, and never took off the boxers, but he had his suspicions, especially since he had awoke that morning with his underwear on backwards. The fact that he was a looming six-foot tall lacrosse player didn't improve their taunts either. "Not much." He answered. "Where's Uncle Tim?" "You missed him by a couple hours, he and my mom went to Smithville for the week." "Son of a bitch." She sighed, "Really?" "Really really." He answered, "Why?" "Oh, I was going to see if he'd change the oil in Phyllis today." "Phyllis?" "Yeah." She said, gesturing to her car. "You named your car Phyllis?" Abbey gave him a 'D-uh' look. Liz spoke up at that point. "Hey, you're a guy, right?" "Oh you are a funny one." He shot back at her. "No, I mean, you know how to change oil in a car, right?" Kenny thought about saying no, but that would just add more fuel to the Ken-doll fire. "Yes." He begrudgingly admitted. "Do you think you could change the oil in Phyllis?" He pondered for a long second. "An oil change?" He asked. "Yeah." "Do you have all the stuff? Filter, oil?" "Yes and yes." Ken sighed heavily, "Bring it around to the work shop, I can change it for you." Abbey drove the car into the workshop while Kenny scoured the room for tools he would need. The shed was hotter than outside, the aluminum walls and roof had turned it into what felt like an oven. As he searched along a workbench he spotted a dirt covered window with a small air conditioner in it. He cranked it on to max and the ancient unit rumbled to life, sending a puff of dust straight into his face. "You guys owe me big for this." He said as he wiped the grime from his sweaty face, the cold air felt good, though it carried an odor of stagnat water. He continued to paw through tool boxes and under tables until he found a set of sockets and a ratchet and an oil filter wrench. There was one thing he wasn't finding, however. "I don't see a jack anywhere." He said. Tim had to have one, this workshop had two of everything, but he could not find a jack anywhere. "I have one in the trunk." Abbey said, walking around Phyllis. When she produced it, Kenny rolled his eyes. "What?" She protested. "You're fucking crazy if you think I'm crawling under your car with nothing but a scissor jack holding it up." "What's wrong with this?" "There's a reason they call those widow makers." "Well how else are we supposed to change the goddamn oil?" Abbey was getting frustrated. Kenny sighed, "find me a cinder block or something to set the strut on." "What?" Liz and Abbey asked in stereo. "Nothing, I'll fucking get it." He swore, strolling past them, a string of curses trailing behind him as the girls giggled. He found no cinder blocks, something else he was surprised Tim didn't have. If you couldn't count on hillbillies to have car jacks and cinder blocks around, what could you count on them for? He found a pile of bricks that were too small, so he settled for a thick log of hedge-tree he'd found on an ancient wood pile. He made his way back to the workshop and tossed the log to the floor where the bark exploded off of the thick wood-chunk. "Give me the jack." He said, taking the tiny thing and sliding it under the frame of the driver's side door. He spun the lever, lifting the car to the desired height and slipped the wood under the strut. Satisfied, he grabbed an oil pan and the wrenches and slid on the dirty concrete floor under the car. Hopefully he could get this done quickly. He could hear the girls muffled conversation under the car, they would burst out into random fits of giggles every so often, and he couldn't help thinking they were laughing at him. Pushing the thought from his head, he unscrewed the oil plug too fast and it fell into the oil pan along with a thick stream of black oil. "Fuck!" He exclaimed. "Everything all right down there, stud?" He didn't bother answering, moving to the oil filter. It took some doing, but he finally got it loosened and replaced with the new one. Once the oil was completely drained, he prodded the contents of the oil pan as best he could laying on his back until he found the oil plug and picked it up, trying to keep as much oil off his hands. He replaced the oil covered plug back into its place and tightened it up as best he could. "All right," he said finally, "Pop the hood." Abbey stepped over him and opened the door, leaning in to pull the handle for the hood release near the pedals. That was all it took. Kenny heard what sounded like metal grinding on rock, and looked down to see that was exactly what it was. The jack was folding at a weird angle from the shift in weight. His eyes went wide in alarm as the car's weight settled on the log, which quickly splintered and shattered, the rotted wood didn't stand a chance. Frozen in shock, he watched the under carriage sink closer and closer to his face. A weight started pressing in his mid-section and he squeezed his eyes closed. He opened them a second later when the noise stopped and the weight coming down on him stopped as well. The car's under carriage was about an inch from his nose, and the side of the car was pressing down on his stomach, just above his belt, but it was not crushing, but it did have him pinned and unable to move. "Kenny!" Liz and Abbey shouted, looking under the car. "I'm okay." He said, trying to slide out, move, do anything, but to no avail. "I'm stuck." He said finally, "Can you jack the car back up?" "The jack's all fucked up, Kenny, it looks like someone bent it half." Liz called under the car. "Someone did bend it in half; Phyllis." He said, "Abbey, your car is a cunt. Look for another jack, something, please." He had a quick flash of an idea. His car was outside, but then he remembered he had lent his jack to a friend a year ago and had never gotten it back. He waited under the car listening to their feet as they scampered across the shop floor. A few minutes later their faces came back into view as the knelt to look under the car. "No jacks." Abbey said. "Well what the fuck are we going to do?" Kenny asked. "Um, we could go home and see if we could find a jack there?" Liz said. "You're going to leave me under a fucking car?" "Only one of has to go." Abbey said, "But we can't use my car." "Obviously." Kenny was two steps ahead of them. He some how managed to dig his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out his key ring. He flipped the keys out onto the shop floor. "Here! Take my car, it's the Mustang in the garage." "Mustang?" Abbey said. "Don't you dare scratch it, or burnout or power slide in it, or so help me God I will..." "Yoooooooou'll, what?" Liz said. There was a long pause before he spoke again. "I fucking hate you. Both." Not long after Liz left to get a new jack, Kenny started squirming. His need to urinate was back with a vengeance, and the car, although not really painfully pinning him, was putting noticeable pressure on his bladder. Combined with Abbey incessant ramblings about life at her high school and gossip he neither understood or cared about, was tormenting him to a frustrating degree. She took a pause and Kenny thought nothing of it, until he smelled the smoke. "What the hell are you doing?" He interrupted her mid sentence. "What?" She asked. "Are you smoking?" He said, eyes widening. "You're not going to give me the same lecture my dad gave me are you?" "Are you fucking insane!" He shouted. He distinctly remembered several different gas cans in his search for tools. Coupled with the shelves of lawn and yard chemicals and the remnants of a reloading bench in the corner, he was pretty sure this was not a place someone would want to light a match. "Put it out." He said. "No." She spat back. "Do you want to blow us all to hell?" He asked. "If you want me to put it out so bad, come out here make me, Ken-doll." He could feel his face flush with anger, sure that he was doomed to one of three deaths today; having a car crush him, or in a fire caused by a bitchy step-cousin with a nicotine addiction in a room full of combustibles that he couldn't escape due to the aforementioned car, or the vein that was about to rupture in his neck that he could feel pulsing right now as he gritted his teeth in anger. He guessed it would be a combination of all three. "Where the hell is Liz?" "It's like a half hour drive to our place Ken-doll, chill out and relax, it's going to take a sec. And why the hell do you keep shaking your leg like that?" "Go to hell." "Tell me!" She poked him with her foot. "Goddamn it, I have to pee. Okay?" "So go, I won't tell anyone." She said, taking a drag and giggling. "Okay, one; you're a fucking liar, and two, I'm not going to piss myself just because I have a car resting on me when Liz will be back in an hour." "No." Abbey said, "It will take her an hour just to drive there and back, that's not including how much time she'll take to find a jack. If she can find one." "Oh for Christ's sake." Kenny spat. He wanted to punch something, but was afraid he'd pee if he moved much, and once the sluice gate was opened he was afraid he would be powerless to make it stop. "Do you really have to go?" She asked. He was slightly taken aback by the note of real concern in her voice. "Like a race horse." He said. "What if I..." She paused trying to find the word,"...took...'It'...out for you?" His eyes went wide. "That's not even funny. Even for you." He said. "No, if you really have to go, I'll help you, I mean, I feel bad already. That is my car on top of you." "I can't just piss if you take it out, it will still get all over me. I mean, I'm long but not..." He stopped short. "What?" She said. "Nothing." "No, that sounded like some self-proclaimed horn blowing right there, if I do say so." "Look, if you aren't going to do it then let's just shut up about it." "Okay, what do you need?" "What?" "I'm going to help, but apparently your long-but-not-too-long-dong needs some kind of receptacle to go in, what do you suggest?" "I can't believe you're doing this." "C'mon Ken-doll, before I change my mind." "Fuck, I don't know. Is there a bucket or a pail somewhere?" "Really?" She asked. "What?" "Let's try something smaller there, hot shot. There's a bunch of canning jars with nails and screws in them, I can dump one out." He suddenly go an idea. "On the work bench by the AC unit, there's an empty bottle of gatorade. That will work." He said. "Okay." She said, "Got it." "Alright, now all you have to do is...do it." He said. He saw her kneel down in front of his crotch on his right side and place a hand on his zipper. "You sure you want me to do this?" She asked. "Goddamn it, this was your idea, don't you fucking welch on me now. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before." "What? I've never seen you naked before." Abbey said. "What about when you guys stripped me at that party?" "How many times do I have to tell you that you did that by yourself." "Really?" He asked. "Really really. You drank a mason jar full of moonshine and the next thing we knew you were howling at the moon and trying to get naked." "Damn." "Anyway, let's get this over with." "I bet you say that to all the guys." He laughed. She jammed a thumb into his lower stomach and he had to fight back the urge to piss his pants. "Not cool." He breathed. "Let's do this." She said. "Yeah, let's do it!" He said, getting frustrated, "That means you have to do something, I can't reach, damn it. Hurry up." "Okay." She breathed, and reached for the zipper and gently tugged it down. Kenny could feel cool air caress his skin even through the briefs. He had been afraid that he would sprout a hard on from this, and die of embarrassment, but his over full bladder was keeping it from happening, thank God. "Okay." She said again. He felt a hand reach into his boxers through the slit and brush up against his bush of hair. He heard her go "Ugh," slightly. "Further south." He said. She reached down and he felt her soft hand pinch his penis between her thumb and forefinger and roughly haul it out of his boxers. When it made it out, he heard her take in a sharp breath. "What?" He said. "Ken-doll...I...I don't know what to say...I'm impressed." He felt her hand gently move it around. " Are you examining me, or helping me pee?" He asked. "Oh, right." She said. He felt the tip of his penis push against the plastic lip of the container. "Is it safe to go?" "Wait." She said, "Your damn dick won't fit in the mouth of the bottle." "Seriously?" "Don't act all modest on me now, Mr. I'm-Long." "Sorry I don't make a habit of fucking gatorade bottles, could you just hold it in place for me?" "Yeah, I guess so." She said, and he felt her hand wrap it's way around the base of his dick now. His eyes widened again in surprise, and he thought he heard an 'Mmm' escape her lips, but it was hard to tell. "Okay, commence urination." She said. He let loose for what felt like eternity. His entire body felt relieved of the pressure, and he felt bliss even after he was finished. He opened his eyes when he realized she hadn't put his penis away. Then he heard a noise. Then another, followed by another. 'chi-conk! chi-conk!' He couldn't believe it when he finally placed the sound. "Are you taking pictures of my dick with your cell phone?" He asked. "Just a couple." She said. "What!" He shouted, trying to kick at her. "Hold still, now that one's all blurry." "You're seriously taking picture of my dick, what the fuck, Abbey?" "What can I say, you have a nice looking cock." She said. "I'm flattered, but can you zip me up now." He saw her face appear below the panel. "Uhhhhhhhh...No." "This is bullshit, Abbey." He growled. "Okay, fair trade, I'll let you see my tits." "What?" He shook his head in surprise,"What is wrong with you?" "Okay, your right, I'm getting pictures so you should get pictures, I'll take some and send them to your phone. What's your number?" "Un-fucking-believable. So help me God, Abbey, if you don't zip me up right now, I'll..." "You'll what?" Her face popped back into view, he voice now low and sultry. Jacked "Are you going to hurt me, Ken-doll, hmmm? What if I do this?" She firmly wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked it two times. Kenny grunted at the sensation, and he felt the tinglings of a boner coming on. No! He thought, she's a cousin. "Or this?" Kenny's head slammed into the bottom of the car as he tried to sit up, momentarily forgetting he was less than an inch from the under carriage as he felt her run her hot tongue up the length of his prick. He moaned, tried not to, but couldn't help it. "Oh?" She said, "I think you like it too much." He felt her hand wrap around the base of his hardening cock and then her hot mouth envelope the head as she sucked him in. His eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he felt her tongue swirl around his shaft. She made it nearly half way down his length when he heard her gag slightly and come back up for air, leaving a slick covered hot mess of spit on his now throbbing cock awaiting her lip's embrace. She took in a sharp breath of air and then slid his dick deep into her mouth once more, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth as he filled her mouth. He reached up into the car for something to hold on to, her mouth was amazing, better than any he'd ever had, her tongue was doing some kind of magic contortions as it played across the crown of his cock, and he felt like he was going to blow his load only after the few strokes she'd given him. He was panting, and she was sucking him hard and fast now, getting lost in the blow job, high pitched moans and squeals emitted from around the cock in her mouth and throat as she pumped her head on the ever growing dick. She choked herself on it every several strokes in an effort to fit more in her mouth. When it became too much, she would pull off, breathe in sharp, ragged breaths and pump his cock with her hand. "Jesus, Ken-doll, I'm getting so fucking wet." She moaned during one of the interludes, and she drove her mouth down on him again. He felt his prick's head hit the back of her throat, then felt her press harder and then his cock pushed past and down her throat as she swallowed him. He felt her nose hit his pubes and her tongue rested slightly on one of his balls as she choked and gagged on the massive amount of meat in her gullet. The sensation hit him out of the blue and was too much for Kenny to take. Before he knew what was happening his cock flexed hard and he let loose a long torrent of cum that blew stream after stream into her throat. He could almost picture her eyes bugging out from his orgasm as she let out a muffled cry as much as she could from around the pole of cock in her mouth and throat. She pulled off of him in one fluid movement, his cock felt drenched in saliva and was far from softening. He heard her gag loudly. After a few seconds she leaned under the car and looked at him. He saw her face was flushed, eyes watering and puffy, her makeup was blurred. "You fucking did that on purpose." She said raggedly, panting. "Payback's a bitch." He cackled. "I'll get you for that." She said, and he felt teeth gently clamp down on the underside of his dick. "Hey!" He shouted. She disappeared from his view for a quick moment then saw a foot on either side of him. She grabbed his cock once more; it was killing him that he could not see any of this happening, then froze when he felt his cock slap wetly between her firm, teenaged breasts. She slowly worked into a fever, squeezing her arms tight, enveloping his cock between her tits and pumping it up and down, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick when it shot up towards her neck. Whatever firmness he'd lost from fucking her throat had returned full bore, his dick felt it was about to burst at the seems. Abbey brushed her blond hair out of her face and snaked a hand to her crotch. Pulling aside the small patch of material the track shorts had between her legs, she slid two fingers across he sopping wet, hairless, panty-less clad pussy. She felt a warmth immediately build in her lower stomach as soon as she grazed he clit, which was standing hard and protruding from the folds of her lips. She rubbed it furiously, he legs began to tingle as her orgasm mounted. She used her other hand to pinch at her small, hardened pink nipple, sending her over the edge. She locked her lips around the large cock between her tits once more as she drove two fingers inside her. Immediately, her young, tight pussy locked up on the fingers and she came hard. Loosing her balance and falling forward, driving the cock deeper into her mouth and her fingers deeper inside her quaking cunt. She cried out hard, her fingers not enough. She quickly straddled Ken, yanking the short shorts to one side and driving her wet pussy down on his rock hard erection. Her pussy, squeezed tight from her orgasm, and his thick girth, wouldn't let him inside her at first, his cock bending as she lowered herself on him. Then suddenly, his cock-head parted her engorged lips and popped past her taut entrance and in a flash half his length sprung up inside her. She came again, unexpectedly, by the quick draw of cock that had just shot up inside her, and she lost her balance once again, falling and impaling herself on the rest of his cock. She shook violently as orgasm after orgasm racked her body, sending a torrent of juice out of her pussy where it ran down his cock, soaking his balls. When she felt she could move again, she slowly began to ride him, bringing her tight round ass up high and driving it back down on his prick. Kenny felt as though he could feel every inch inside her, every muscle, every nook and cranny, all slippery and wet and burning hot. His cock would meet the cool kiss of the AC every time her ass went up, and then feel the burning furnace of her cunt every time she drove back down. She started riding faster as she felt another wave of orgasms begin to tear through her, and Kenny tried to rise with her as she lifted her pussy high off his dick as her muscles squeezed tight as she came several times. She was screaming nonsensical words as her twat quivered and convulsed, digging her nails into his sides. She turned around and rested her knees on his thighs, then lowered herself reverse cowgirl on top of him once more. She lowered herself on her elbows so she was knearly laying on the floor and bounced her ass in short, wicked strokes. Kenny felt his cock swell and his balls tighten as he knew he was about to blow once more a she rode his dick hard and fast. She felt it too. "C'mon Ken-doll, are you gonna cum for me?" She taunted, "C'mon, I want you to cum in me, I want your cum soooo baaad!" The last word turned into a scream as his cock suddenly erupted, sending wads of thick, sticky cum deep inside her pussy, which pulsed in orgasm at the feel of his cock engorging her cunt with hot semen. She slammed down on him hard one last time and let her pussy muscles milk every last drop of cum out of his cock as they both shook as pleasurable aftershocks tore through their bodies. Kenny lay with his head on the cool cement, wondering who would believe this story. Not that he was going to tell anyone, after all, she was technically his cousin. Nope, he thought, not a soul would ever find out about this. Abbey was still impaled on his semi-hard cock, both unable to move. "Hey guys." Came a meek voice and his eyes flew open. "Oh." Abbey sighed heavily, "Hi Liz." Jacked By Uncle Jack My husband and I had tried for several years to try and get pregnant, trying everything that we could. From aromatherapy to therapists, to temperatures to even having sex upside down. No matter what we did or where we did it, we still couldn't conceive. After finally determining my husband couldn't produce enough sperm, we decided to think of things. "IVF? Adoption?" Jason my husband suggested. "Ugh, too scientific. Takes the fun out of having a baby." I replied sitting on the edge of our bed, trying to think of other ways. "Surrogacy?" Jason asked. "I want to be the one being pregnant, giving birth." I insisted. "Family help?" Jason sighed. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, get someone on my side of the family to do the deed. How would you feel if one of the males on my side fuck you?" Jason explained. Memories flooded back for me. I had always fantasised about being fucked by Jason's brother, their father and Jason's uncle. "Alright, fine." I replied. "Who?" Jason asked. "Well, if we are thinking right now, the time is right now, Uncle Jack." I replied. "He's good." Jason blurted out. "What?" I asked. "Oh ah, well on the farm during the summer holidays the year school finished, just before I met you he caught me banging away, which was my first time and he helped me. From there on, every so often until I met you, he fucked me." Jason explained. "Let's get Uncle Jack and get jacking." I said. Within an hour, Uncle Jack had arrived. "Uncle Jack, we are in a situation..." Jason began to explain the situation. While Jason was explaining the situation I sat opposite watching Jack. "So what we want to know is, would you help us?" Jason asked. "You going to be involved?" Uncle Jack asked. "Yeah, I want to." Jason said. "Where do you want to do it?" We lead Uncle Jack to our bedroom, Jason removing his clothes off. Jack and I put our arms around each other and he gently moved in to kiss me passionately. Deep in the kiss he put his hands to the bottom of the top and removing it from me. Once he removed my blouse, I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the hair free chest as the shirt opened. Uncle Jack wasn't that much older than Jason. Jack 35 was 6"4', 200lbs with a 10 inch cock -- fully erect. Jason stood behind me and removed my bra exposing my DD cup breasts to Jack, Jason kissing my back, his arms around Jack. Jason moved his hands down to Jack's pants and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants allowing them to fall down. I had thought he wore underwear but his cock was fully exposed. Jason then removed my skirt and panties. Now the 3 of us were fully naked, Jason moved apart stroking his cock, Jack on top of me as I lay on the bed. Jack then positioned his head to my pussy but I moved up further the bed to rest my head for comfort and support. I put my hand on Jack's head and guided him to lick my pussy. His head at my pussy, he reached up and massaged my right breast. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jason still stroking his cock handed the lube to Jack. "You want to?" Jack asked Jason looking up. "It's alright, you go." Jason replied smiling at me. Not only did lube go on his fingers, he got my pussy lubed up as well. Even I my eyes were closed, I knew Jack's lips were on my pussy. Jason's were never as thick or moist. When Jason often licked my pussy I always fantasised about the men in Jason's family. He devoured every bit of my pussy licking the lips so slowly and when he was around my clit he would speed the licking up a bit. "Oh yeah, that's it. Oh that feels so good!" I said. I moved a hand down to my pussy to give it more stimulation, the other hand on top of Jack's that was massaging my breasts. "Not done baby." Jack breathed before drawing up enough salvia and spitting it on me. "I love a good spit." I told him. Jack would either move his face further in my pussy or he would keep spitting. I managed to look up and see Jason kneeling down (presumably with a pillow), spreading Jack's ass and licking it, causing Jack pleasure and in turn turning me on. When Jack had no more saliva left he looked up at me and began inserting fingers into my pussy. "Finger her Jack, she'll love that." Jason advised Jack. "Oh fuck yeah, YES! So good, so good. Oh YES!" I cried out repeatedly fingering faster to climax and using my pelvic muscles to cause more stimulation for Jack and I. "I'm CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! SHIT HERE IT CUMS" I shrieked. "Cum for us baby, cum on." Jason said. With a little nibble on the side of the labia from Uncle Jack, I came. Jack thought he was going to miss me cum but majority of the cum went on his face. Uncle Jack stood up, Jason and I leaned forward and licked my cum off him, Jason now entering his cock from behind, licking his fingers. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Jack sat there with his legs apart for me to give him a handjob while he and Jason kissed, Jason leaning in sidewards to kiss him. To give more foreplay for Jack, I poured some lubricant on his cock, allowing me to massage it all over his cock, gentle moans emerging from Jack's mouth, Jason loving the sensation in his mouth. Once his dick was fully lubricated, I got one hand and made a ring with my thumb and my forefinger and began to pump it up and down. Reaching the top I began to close the ring. Jack had to squeeze his way in as I slid back down to the bottom of his cock. Taking his cock in both hands, my fingers lightly touched the sides of the shaft. I flicked the penis back and forth between my two hands by holding onto the loose skin of the shaft. I kept on doing this until Jack broke the kiss between him and Jason, telling me he was about to explode. Jack and Jason broke apart, Jason helping me on the bed, my head resting on pillows at the end of the bed. Jason spread my knees allowing Uncle Jack to position himself. Grabbing his cock, Jack lined himself off. "Jack off Uncle Jack." I told him. He leaned over me, his hands at each side next to my shoulder. "Ready?" He said. "Fuck me." I replied. "AAAAAAHHHHHH YES! YES! YES! OF FUCK YEAH" I cried out. Jack jack hammered me at about the same speed a jack hammer normally does. Jack hammered right into me, penetrating me, giving me the best fuck I had in my life. Jason had told me before Uncle Jack arrived, when he is fucking away he gets turned on more when the receiver moans and groans loudly. Jason was behind me pumping his cock away and then squatted to position himself his ass touching my mouth. With Jack pounding away I had no hesitation in sucking Jason's cock away and giving him not only the pleasure from me but the pleasure through Uncle Jack. Jason withdrew his cock from his mouth when his dick became limp again. "Emma is one good fuck." Jack told Jason. "I know." Jason laughed as Jack moved away from me. "I want to see you two in real action." I told them. "What about you?" Uncle Jack asked. "Oh I'll be fine." I grimaced. Both Jack and Jason embraced each other as they moved to the top of the bed. "It feels just like yesterday." Jason said. Jack made the first move and began to plant soft tenderly kisses on his lips. Moving downwards, Jason's expression grew more intense. "The best blow jobs are done by a man." Jack said to me. Putting Jason's semi-erect cock in Jack's mouth, Jack starting kissing and licking, exploring the different textures, especially the roughish tender head and the soft skin of the shaft. Feeling it growing in his mouth as if for the first time. Sliding his lips gently over Jack applied more salavia. Jason's deep breathing and moans of pleasure gave Jack the signs that he was doing it right. Jack then mixed it up by licking the sensitive underside of Jason's shaft, and his balls, softly blowing on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations looked incredible. Jack and Jason both giving their responses. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM" Jack mumbled. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Jason sighed. Jack then got one hand got a grip of Jason's cock around the base and sliding it up and down, in tandem with his mouth. Concentrating on Jason's cock super-sensitive head, Jack sucked hard and soft. Looking at Jason and I, Jack could see the ecstacy he had caused! Jack made eye contact at me first and then concentrated on Jason. "I love you Jason." Uncle Jack whispered before placing Jason's cock in his mouth. Moaning, "MMMMMMMMMM" every so often Jack let Jason know how turned on he was. Not neglecting the rest of the body, Jack strokeed, tickled and scratched Jason's thighs, stomach, butt. Because of the little amount of cum Jason could produce, Uncle Jack removed himself from the bed and allowed me to receive Jason's cum, just in case. I got into the cowgirl position, my ass on his cock but facing Jason. Jason reached out and began massaging my breasts. Using his hips he began to thrust his cock in me, the whole cock in my pussy not wanting to lose any precious cum that could become our child. Uncle Jack grabbed a pillow that was thrown onto the floor and along with a few cushions and blankets he found suggested I lie on them, Jason entering me downwards so the sperm could go up. My legs in the air spread open, Jason puts his hands to hold me on my ankles. "Hold them near my ass." I suggested. Getting comfortable he then entered me and began pounding me. "Oh fuck yeah, cum on honey, this is it. This is the one." I encouraged him. "Oh YES! More baby!" I cried out. With his thrust he grunted, moaned and deep breathed. "Keep going." Uncle Jack said as he lubed himself up. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH" Jason cried out thrusting himself out. "OOOOOOOOHHHHH YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY NOW." I insisted. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy out." I demanded. Jason with nothing more left, fell back on the bed. "I'm a bitch on heat. Jack, finish fucking me." I said. "From behind?" Jack suggested. Positioning myself on the bed to be fucked from behind I looked forward at Jason and he grimaced. "Love you baby." Jason said. Uncle Jack put his hands on my ass, spreading the ass cheeks, giving him easy access to enter me. "HUH HUH. OH THERE IT IS." I said, one hand going down to finger my pussy. "OOOOOHHH OOOOH. AH YEAH" I panted, Jack deep breathing. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck my pussy." I panted. Deep breathing and moaning got Uncle Jack stirring. The more he inserted me, the more I cried out in pain. 9 months later when I went into labour I wanted Jason and Jack to be there. As the paternity tests results came, Jason was the father. Jason and I agreed that when we wanted to have a child again, Uncle Jack would help us.