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Lil Jazz

My name is Patrick, I’m 21 and I work at an electrical goods retail store, in the warehouse. It usually consists of long hard days of having to receive a lot of heavy stock, like fridges and washing machines, also having to give customers their stock. It does get pretty tiring, specially during the summer months when it’s hot. The warehouse has a second level to it, where we usually keep the outside units for air conditioners. Being out of camera view and only accessible by those who can drive the order picker (a type of forklift), what me and my fellow warehouse workmates have done is sort of turned it into our own retreat. We have managed to sneak up a decent sized T.V and a couch, just to, every now an then, take a break. Another upside to working out in the warehouse, is one of the girls in the office. Her name is Jasmine, she is only 17, just out of high school, and works full time. She has the task of not only having to put up with us guys in the warehouse, we are all a bunch of kids really, always messing around, but she is the one that would receive the stock into the system for the sales staff to sell it. Pretty much one of the most important jobs of the business.
She is short and petite. You could easily pick her up and just through her around like a rag doll, and trust me, I’ve thought about doing it to her many times. She has a smile that could melt a mans heart, perky tits, that aren’t to big or to small, just a bit more then a handful, all you really need and an ass to die for. She was really quiet at first but soon opened up and she joins in the fun with us guys a lot of the time. She has a boyfriend unfortunately, and he has popped round a couple of times, he seems a bit of a dickhead really. He is the same age as me, and we have gone to a few work do’s and he usually is seen checking out other girls and not really treating Jasmine with the respect she deserves. Jazz and myself have tended to treat each other to mild forms of flirting, but nothing to serious. That’s how her nickname came about, Lil’ Jazz, I would always tell her she is small and I could easily pick her up and throw her. She would face up and say give it a go. I would pick her up in a sort of bear hug and have her small sexy teen body pressed up against me. I would have the heart to throw her though, but I would hold her there for an extended amount of time.
Anyway, to the story…
It was just a normal day, except for the fact that I was the only warehouse guy to turn up for work today. Our manager was on holidays, and the other guy thought it would be smart to throw a sickie, in hindsight I should thank him. It was a busy one, a few deliveries, but nothing I couldn’t handle. It was the middle of the afternoon and I hadn’t really had much chance to really even notice Jazz today, but had finally finished putting all the stock away and was looking forward to just relaxing until the end of the day. I sat at our computer on the warehouse floor and started to surf the internet, just for random things to entertain me. When all of a sudden the power went out. Obviously a power outage in an electrical goods store is not good and we got news the power won’t come back on until 7.00pm that night, so the boss decided to shut shop and send everyone home. The problem was, Jasmine didn’t have her licence and she wouldn’t be picked up until her mother finished work, which was around the same time the store would usually close. The boss was staying behind and I offered to wait with her until it was home time for her. I would have offered her a lift, but she lived a fair distance away and the other direction to where I go.
So we stayed, we both went up to our little retreat area and turned on the TV and started to watch a movie. We started chatting a bit, she was talking about her boyfriend and how she was ready to leave him, but she was scared to break it off with him because he might force her to stay with him, he was a dickhead after all. We kept talking and kept the mild flirting going for a while until she got up to get a drink. When she came back, she sat down right up against me. It was good to feel her warmth up against me. We sat there in silence and watched the movie, I wasn’t really paying to much attention to what was on, instead was looking at her. She was wearing the normal button up work shirt, which she never buttoned up the top to buttons so you could easily take a quick peek at her nice firm perky tits. And she was wearing a skirt, which seemed to be shorter then usual. I could feel my cock start to stir at just the thought of what I could do to her. She subtly brushed her hand across my leg, right were my cock was hardening, I swear she could feel it.
“Do you like me Patrick?” She asked, completely out of the blue.
I was taken aback with the question and didn’t know how to answer. “Um…uh… yeah, I mean your attractive and easy to talk to. So yeah I guess I do.” It was a strange answer for my standards, but she caught me off guard. But I was not expecting the next question.
“Would you fuck me? I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes, looking down my shirt and my arse.” She said while looking so innocently.
The way she said “fuck me” made my cock harden even more. That’s when she placed her hand on my leg and stroked it a little, brushing up against my cock again. Her eyes lit up a little.
“Yeah, I think you do.” She whispered softly by oh so sexy. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”
And before I could react, she jumped off the couch and onto her knees in between my legs. She stroked both her hands up my inner thighs until she reached my belt buckle. She undid it and slid my zip down. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t want it to stop. I helped her remove my pants and soon enough she began sliding my boxer shorts down. My 8 inch cock was fully erect now and when she slid the boxers down over it, it popped out and almost slapped her in the face.
“Oh wow, your big.” She mentioned with wide open eyes before grabbing it with her warm hand and started to slowly stroke it. She used her other hand to unbutton the rest of her shirt and took it off. She had a sexy lace bra on, which looked to be a size too small, because her tits were just waiting to pop out. Once her shirt was off, she lent in and started to softly kiss the head of my cock while still stroking softly.
“Oh god that feels good.” Was the first words I had said for a while now, but it was all I could muster before he opened her mouth and took half my cock in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good, only aided by the fact that she was flicking her tongue around the head. I couldn’t believe it, one of the sexiest girl I had ever seen, someone I had fantasised about while jacking off so many times, was bobbing up and down on my cock like a professional. It was feeling so good and I felt as if I was about to blow my load. I had to stop her before I came.
I grabbed her and dragged her up on top of my lap, I told you I could easily pick her up and throw her around. She straddled my lap and placed her lips on mine as I started to undo her bra. It came off and her tit popped out from their restraints. I had to take a look at them. They were perfect, not too big, not to small, just over a handful size, the nipples were hard and not too big, just the way I like it. I took one nipple in my mouth and licked and sucked it. I could hear her moaning as she played with my hair.
“I want you inside me now.” She kind of demanded and she got up and practically ripped of her skirt to reveal a sexy lace G-String. She turned around and slowly, teasingly, slid down her underwear, revealing a perfect arse and a pussy to die for. She had an amazing gap, and you could see her pussy juices almost leaking out. She was soaking wet as I started to play with her arse. I slid a finger inside her and felt how tight she was. She couldn’t take it any more, she hit my hand away, turned around to reveal a completely shaven smooth pussy. She straddled me again and grabbed my cock and eased it into her entrance. She took me all in slowly, she felt so good. Tightest I’ve ever had.
“Oh good your so big, never had something large before.” She said as she started to move up and down on my cock. The pace was getting faster with each movement and soon she was bouncing on my cock hard and fast. I watched as her tight 17 year old sexy body was riding on my cock.
“Oh god, fuck me Patrick, your making my cum.” She started moaning louder and faster. I quickly picked her up and tossed her back over the couch and bent her over and slid my cock back inside her. I was known to fuck very hard and deep doggy style, always made the girls cum in my experiences. It didn’t disappoint this time either. I didn’t start off slow this time, I was fucking her tight pussy harder, faster and deeper then before, and soon enough she was almost screaming as I started to feel her pussy contract around my cock as she started to cum.
“I’m cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!” She finally let out as she climaxed. It was pushing me over the edge.
“I’m about to cum.” I quickly let out, to warn her. She popped up and and went right to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and started pumped my shaft hard and fast while flicking her tongue around the head of my cock. I started thrusting a little and soon enough, I shot my load, the first shot went straight down her throat and she swallowed it, then she slipped my cock out and aimed it at her perky tits and allowed me to shoot the rest of my load on her tits.
She placed my cock back in her mouth a milked the rest of my cum out, swallowing every bit of it, before she started to collect the rest off her chest the lick it off her finger, all while looking at me. I had never seen anything so god damn sexy.
Once we had finished cleaning ourselves up, we sat back on the couch, both still naked, and cuddled up against each other. I kept running my hands all over her body, she had such smooth skin.
“So, what happens now?” She asked me.
“I don’t really know. I really liked that, would really love to do that again sometime.” I answered.
“Well, we could easily keep doing it behind my boyfriends back, it’s not like we really see each other unless he wants a root. But you don’t have to worry about that, I’m gonna be all yours, never gonna let him touch me again.” She said with a smile before kissing me again. We just sat there naked until it was time to go home. We had one last kiss goodbye, and as she left for her mothers car she grabbed my cock which made it almost instantly hard again.
A few weeks later, she broke it off with her boyfriend after finding out he had about 3 other girls going at the same time. We started dating and our sex life was always amazing, she knew exactly how to make me cum hard and I had no trouble making her climax every time. She even came up with the idea of maybe a threesome with one of her girlfriends, which most of them were just as hot as her. But that it another story.

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Calving Signs – part 5

“He’s wearing a tie,” Anne reported, peering out the front window.
“So?”
“So…” Anne frowned. Even late at night she wore another dress, a white one, with pink flowers embroidered over her breasts. Plus heels. “So you should dress up. It’s polite.”
Terri rolled her eyes even as she tugged nervously on the hem of her shirt. A part of her agreed, wanted to rush downstairs and get changed into something a little more… feminine.
But she had seen enough of that in the Diner. Seen hordes of miniskirt-wearing, high-heeled country girls dripping over young men. There had been lots of tits on display, cooing, and a scent of a strange perfume that nearly overpowered the burgers.
Two of the patrons had even started essentially fucking each other in the booth itself, before stumbling out the door with milkshake-stained shirts. Hands pressed on each other’s privates.
The doorbell rang. Anne swung it open, and the light nearly blinded her date.
“Oh, hi Terri,” the boy said, to her Mom. Anne blushed and stepped backwards.
There was a long moment of mutual examination. The boy looked over Terri’s backswept, pony-tailed hair, then her blue jeans, and defiant college t-shirt. She had re-applied the old white makeup. If it wasn’t for her new boobs, straining at the t-shirt, and the way the jeans barely fit over her hips, she would’ve been completely back to normal.
Mark, the boy, wore his Dad’s tie, Dad’s shirt, and Dad’s blazer, all just a little too large. His face was pink where he had recently shaved.
Her Mom pushed her outside. “You kids have fun!” she said, and slammed the door. Terri was left alone with a boy she didn’t know.
“Welcome back to Calving,” Mark said. His voice strained to stay casual.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking excited,” Terri sniffed. “Did we… ever meet in High School?” she said. He looked familiar, and it hadn’t been the largest school.
“Not really. I ran with the Computer Geek crowd. We didn’t get out much.”
“Oh,” Terri said. She sort of remembered them. Pasty and white. Small boys with squeaky voices. Terri had run with a small and elite crowd of literates. All of them still at college, of course. She was the one back at home, set up on blind dates by her Mom.
Mark drove a crappy car. They pulled away from the house.
“I don’t want to do this,” Terri said. “It was my Mom’s idea. I was planning to stay home and come up with an escape plan.” Actually, she had planned to take a shower and probably get off in the hot water. But that didn’t sound right.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mark confessed. He rubbed at his face. “Dad wanted me out of the house so he could hit on Mrs. Taylor.”
What? “That is ‘Mrs.’ Taylor, right?”
“Her husband is gone for a month. I don’t know. This whole town has gotten weird, just in the past couple of months. All of a sudden my Dad is talking about me meeting more girls, and my best friend spends all his time at his Girlfriend’s… weird.”
Terri nodded. The town WAS weird. She remembered a dusty cattle town with staid, proper women. Not the drooling collections of tits and ass bustling with children.
“So,” Mark said, “What do you want to do? Diner?”
“Hell no.”
“That’s the only restaurant, outside of fast food. Uh. Movie? They’re playing Lessons of God III. I haven’t seen the first two, I’m guessing it’s just more lessons.”
“Ugh,” Terri said. She slunk into her seat.
“Cow-tipping?” Mark seemed to mean it as a joke.
“What? Cow-tipping?”
“You never did it before? In High School?”
“Not really, no.” But it was sounding pretty good. Terri felt like smacking into something heavy and pushing it over. She gave Mark another look. “Tell me a little more about it.”
* * *
It hadn’t been hard to find cows. That pasture smell trailed everywhere in Calving. Just follow your nose and listen for mooing.
They shut the door, quietly. Terri giggled. Already this was fun. She had located a target, a big brown one in the center of the field. The fence was no obstacle.
She glanced back, and nearly bit through her lip. Mark had taken off his blazer.
The former computer geek was built.
With the shirt tucked in Terri could see big, broad shoulders, along with a strong chest and trim stomach. She caught herself wondering what he would look like without the loose, baggy shirt. And if he had any chest hair.
“Something wrong?” Mark said, puzzled.
“Oh. No! Ah. Lets do this,” Terri said. She looked away, took a deep breath.
The cow didn’t move when they approached. Terri narrowed her eyes, then flipped it the bird. Cows! Only good for milk and burgers!
Mark crept near her to whisper. Terri inhaled. Had the boy worn cologne? There was something extra-intriguing about him, once she got close enough. Something manly and rugged, like a very well-chosen aftershave.
“Okay, this is easy. You hold on, I’ll push. Be careful, they kick sometimes.”
“I was born careful,” Terri promised.
She put her hands underneath the cow, grunted, and waited. The cow’s belly was warm and moist. “Hurry,” Terri whispered, “this is actually pretty gros—“
Mark shoved. The cow not only toppled, it slid, and landed with a wet thud in the loose mud of the pasture. Only then did it let loose a confused, agonized “Mooo.”
Terri was on her rear in the mud. Mark’s strength had caught her by surprise, and she had stumbled forwards, toppled into the muck of the field.
“Oh, shit!” Mark said, mortified. He helped her up, grabbing hold of a mud-covered hand. They examined Terri by moonlight. Her shirt was a total loss, and her jeans weren’t much better, glistening with mud. At least she had managed to keep her hair dirt-free. “I’m sorry, Terri.”
Terri giggled. She nearly twirled her hair with a brown finger, and only just caught herself. “Oh my god. That was amazing! That was so great! You were so strong!” She pulsed with euphoria, despite a cold coating of muck. She had caught sight of Mark’s determined face when he pushed, and it had sent such a thrill through her…
She looked down. “Oh. I guess I should clean up.” She looked up at Mark and winked at him. “Lets go back to my place. I was getting tired of this outfit, anyways.”
* * *
Her body was very aware that there was a man in her room. And that she was naked.
Terri’s nipples were flushed and pink, heated and warm, and it spread throughout the new weight of her bigger boobs. Her pussy informed her that it was lubricated and ready to go. Plus there was a pink fog of warm arousal in her head, that seemed to squish out her more logical thoughts. Right now it was gushing over how big and built Mark had turned out to be. He was strong—strong enough to push over an entire cow!—and for her!
They had sneaked back inside the house. It was such a big house that there hadn’t really been a chance of her Mom catching them, but it had been… nicely naughty to sneak.
Terri checked her reflection. Washing her face had rinsed off the white makeup. Now she was back to her usual, pink-cheeked self, with the plump lips. She tossed on some clothes and went back to the bedroom.
“Miss me?” she cooed.
Mark clearly had. He sat on her bed—her bed! Terri walked towards him slowly, to give him a chance to admire.
“Uh, you look good,” he said, startled.
“Yeah, the old outfit wasn’t right for going out,” Terri said. “I figured the heels would help if we had to stay above mud, again.” They also picked up her legs, adding inches of height and pursing out her rear. “And I thought shorts because, you know, it’s kind of warm out.” It wasn’t, but the thought of hiding her legs in jeans was disgusting.
Mark, tactfully, didn’t question why she had let her hair down, so the blonde streaks framed her face. Or the tight green t-shirt that sculpted itself around her tits. She didn’t quite have a rational answer, either.
“Shall we?” Mark said, standing up. His pants couldn’t disguise the firm outline of an erection. Warm tingles burned through Terri’s head.
“I’d love to,” she took his arm, and leaned, just slightly, against it.
* * *
“Is he wearing cologne?” Terri asked herself. All of a sudden, inside the car, she couldn’t seem to get away from his scent.
It smelled like grass and straw, and long days of working machinery in the outdoors. It flowed through her head.
“So, what do you do?” she said. Conversation had to help.
“Oh, me?” Mark said. He seemed equally distracted, and kept glancing at her legs. “I wish it was something in Computers. That’s what I wanted to do. But Dad has me working on the farm, since it’s so hard to get help, these days. That factory hired everyone.”
That explained it. “Is that where the muscles came from?” Terri said. She tried to say it neutrally.
“Huh? I guess so,” Mark flexed his right bicep. It was sculpted and bronze. “It’s weird, I was a pretty scrawny guy for so long. Dad said I’m just finally filling out.”
“I know!” Terri said. “Mom said I finally filled out, too.”
He admired the filling out. Terri beamed. “Stop it!” she told herself. She was flirting way too much for a first date, especially considering that her Mom had set them up. But that scent kept crawling up her panties, making her warm…
Mark stopped the car. He turned sideways. “Listen, Terri, I’ve got something serious to ask you.”
Terri’s legs started to slide apart, and she licked her lips.
“Have you noticed anything.. strange… going on in the town? In Calving? I know you’ve only been here for a week or so…”
Her legs snapped shut again. “Oh,” Terri said. She unrolled a window, to help herself think. They were parked in the solid end of nowhere.
Mark had intense blue eyes. “Because I’ve been noticing things. Everyone is acting… funny. Dressing up on weekdays. Lots of flirting. At first I thought it was just all the newcomers from the factory, but I’m not so sure…”
Terri forced her head back onto business. Mark had a point. “Yeah,” she said, frowning, “It does seem weird, I guess. This was such an armpit town. Now all the high heels and big-sized bras are sold out.” Partly because of her.
“Right! Exactly!” Mark said. “I didn’t want to say, but since when did the women in this town have such gigantic boobs?”
“Plus there’s the pregnancies. That’s weird, too,” Terri noted.
“I know! Seems like everyone is in hot-Mom maternity wear. Even my best friend, we used to play Counterstrike like, every night. Now he’s completely shut off with his girlfriend, and his Facebook status has said “Makin’ Babies’ for like the past week and a half!”
“What do you think it is?” Terri said. Mark, outraged and intent, was just as much of a turn-on as the other kind. Plus certain words were setting off fireworks in her head. Boobs. Babies.
“I have no clue. I even thought I was crazy,” Mark said. He turned those eyes back on her, like a lighthouse glow. “I’m really glad to hear it’s not just me.”
“Why don’t you come back over in a few days?” Terri suggested. Actually, now that her struggling logic was beating against it, that seemed like a good idea. Something in her little crappy town had changed. “We can probably figure it out if we’re both working on it.”
“Great!” Mark said, enthusiastic. “Although I’m kind of worried that… anyway, nevermind. Let me drive you home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“What?” Terri asked. She arched an eyebrow.
“It’s just… I’m a little worried that it’s affecting me, too. Whatever it is,” Mark admitted. He shifted position, and Terri’s eyes zeroed in on the outline of his cock. It was obviously big. “I’ve been… kind of horny, lately. A lot horny. I’m hoping that it’s just working outdoors all day, but what if…”
“Oh,” Terri said. She swallowed, hard. Her hands were starting to move by themselves. She struggled to rationalize it. “Actually, ah, I’ve been a little… randy… too. Since I got back to town.”
The silence crystallized. Mark’s scent was pumping into Terri’s head, now. Over and over, more insistent hormones. And, as her legs started to creak apart, the same poured out of her body, closed the distance to Mark.
“We could keep an eye on each other,” Mark suggested, at last. “That would probably work.”
“Right!” Terri seized on the idea. “And we could, you know, relieve the pressure. Keep our heads clear.”
“You think so?” Mark said.
“Yeah! Kind of… milk each other, you know? Not boyfriend or girlfriend or anything like that,” she reassured him.
Freed of lingering constraints, Terri’s hands descended on Mark’s lap. He quickly shoved the seat back, unzipped his zipper. Terri’s hand dove underneath his shorts, and drew out long, rod-sized cock.
“Holy shit,” Terri murmured. Precum leaked out of the tip and directly into her brain.
“Yeah, that’s been… bigger as well,” Mark said.
Terri started to jack up and down. She turned and leaned over, putting her head close, as Mark groaned and leaned back. Terri put both hands on it, then just the fingertips, letting the slick precum glide her tiny hands up against the monster of a cock she was jerking off.
“Just gotta… milk it…” she said, watching the tip shudder, and more creamy precum spit out the top. Mark had his eyes closed, and moaned, gripping both sides of the car seat. Now she let her fingers leap up and down, desperate to extract more dribbling fluids, feeling him buck and twitch under her fingers. Terri couldn’t help thinking that they would be that much more sexy if they were painted bright pink.
“Like that,” Mark murmured, and Terri gave it her all. She swiveled her fingers in little circles, the other hand around the base, and felt her tits swelter under her shirt.
Mark finally came. His first eruption hit the wheel of the car. The second and third weren’t much less, coating the entire driver’s side with sprays of cum. It pooled in a little white pond underneath him, and a spider web’s worth clung to her fingers.
The boy finally came down from the clouds.
“Was that okay?” Terri said, anxiously.
“Great,” Mark exhaled. “I feel… better. A little clearer.” He turned to her. “Your turn, huh?”
Terri grinned, and her pussy creamed with approval.
Mark took his time positioning her. First he just rubbed her slit from on top of her shorts, while grabbing crudely at her tits with her other hand. It felt great. But he clearly wasn’t satisfied, and had Terri pull the seat down, yank her shorts off, and expose her glistening slit to the stifling air inside the car. She let her high heels scratch against the windshield, and licked gently at her cum-stained fingers. His fingers weren’t gentle, and that was exactly what she wanted. They pressed up against her clit, pushing and prodding, and each touch felt like a better touch.
“I can’t get deep enough,” he complained, and this time Mark had her slip into the backseat. She didn’t even care that first she had to waddle outside, pussy exposed to the night, and then slide into the back. Mark leaned on top of her, breathing hard, pumping his eager fingers in and out. His other hand found her nipples, and squeezed.
Terri came. The car rocked as she moaned.
“There,” Mark said, exhausted. He walked back to the front seat, and sat down. “Better. We’ll just have to… keep doing that to each other. Feel any better.”
No. In fact, Terri’s body wanted more. More delicious stimulation, more of Mark. More of Mark’s sweaty, big body leaning over her.
“Yeah,” she lied, overruling it.
Then they drove home, covertly stroking at private parts whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking.
Terri made a mental note to pick up birth control pills as soon as she could.
* * *
Anne was waiting for her in the parlor room.
“How was your date?” she said, eyes affixed on her library copy of The Invisible Man. She hadn’t really gotten beyond the first page, and her eyebrows were crinkled with concentration.
“Eh,” Terri said, noncommittal. “I’m going to bed. Try not to set me up with any more men in the near future.”
“Fine,” Anne said. She put the book down, blinked, and picked up a Cosmopolitan that just happened to be nearby.
Terri walked, on shaky legs, downstairs. Anne examined the big wet spot on the back of her shorts, sniffed the air, and smiled to herself.
* * *
Terri took her time getting out of bed the next morning. She had ended a delicious evening with another friendly finger-fuck, giving in to her sensitive titties just one more time. Then a long night full of sex-scented dreams.
She wanted nothing more but to laze in bed, thinking happy thoughts about boys and their big, strong hands. But then her stomach churned, and she realized, abruptly, that between cow-tipping and long, hot sessions of hand-play she hadn’t actually ever gotten around to having dinner.
The air smelled of waffles.
Terri was halfway to the door, thinking about syrup, when she thought to look down at her disheveled outfit. She had fallen asleep in last night’s clothes. They were a canvas of spatter—her shirt dotted with what had to be Mark’s sprayed boy-juice, and a long smear where he wiped his fingers free ofs her own fluids.
Something about simply throwing on another pair of old jeans felt… wrong…
Terri stood in the doorway and willed herself forwards, towards the maple cloud in the kitchen.
Then she groaned and trudged into the bathroom.
* * *
“Good morning, Terri. You’re looking… nice,” Anne said. Her Mom had on a tight apron with a smiling cartoon cow written on it.
“Just waffle me,” Terri said, darkly. Her hair kept falling into her eyes, but it just hadn’t felt… right unless it was layered in two blonde sheaths around her face. She scratched at an exposed leg. The jean skirt was daringly high, and her thighs shifted around inside, inviting. The t-shirt exposed a lot of belly button and was warped by both of her heavy breasts.
Anne served her up a triple serving, along with a mound of whipped cream and two kinds of syrup. A slab of bacon was thoughtfully placed on the table, along with pulp-only orange juice. Terri put her head down, and laid into it.
Her Mom not-so-discretely put a brown paper bag next to her. Terri stopped gobbling long enough to glance inside.
The bag held a month’s worth of birth control pills. They were pink and large. Terri blushed until she was sure her hair turned pink. Anne didn’t say anything else, although the blonde thought she was turning waffles very smugly.
“What chores do you have for me?” Terri said, finally. She tried to summon some snakebite, but in truth, the humdrum exertion of chores was starting to get not only routine… but kind of nice. It was something to do, at least.
“Dishes, sweeping, scrubbing, and cleaning out the men’s rooms.”
Darrell and Ronald. Terri thought about sticking out her tongue, but stuck more waffles inside of it, instead.
* * *
Terri did the dishes in a haze of carbohydrates and steadily increasing sex drive. Her mind kept replaying last night, each hot-fire touch, each tweak on a sensitive girl part. Which seemed to be almost all of them.
So it wasn’t until she washed her hands in cold water that she remembered her promise to Mark. To keep an eye out for weirdness. It would be tough to do without a trip into town, but that had been the entire reason for their eager sex-play.
“And…” Terri’s libido coaxed “If you find something Mark will be very happy.”
Suddenly, she felt very alert.
* * *
The clinic waitroom was empty, again. Paul had done his best. He had gone out and cleaned up the pigeon crap on the “Planned Parenthood” sign. He had replaced the ancient Redbooks with somewhat up-to-date magazines.
It hadn’t mattered. Calving was apparently a wasteland of actual family planning. The only visitors were longtime clients renewing their birth control prescriptions. And even they looked increasingly uncomfortable, dashing in and out.
Ally swiveled on her chair, behind the front desk. To her left, Michelle flipped a pencil back and forth in the air. They had jointly decided to volunteer at the clinic to fulfill Calving High’s ridiculous community service requirement. Then, off to the East Coast for College. It hadn’t been the empowering, affirming choice the two friends had imagined.
“Get out,” Paul threatened, inside of his office. “Get out right now, that’s all I have to say.”
Ally and Michelle looked at each other.
Moments later Pastor Flynn walked out of Paul’s office, calm, and still smiling.
“I’m not doing any business with you, comprende?” Paul said. He was mid-30s bachelor, with the goatee and the stained and wrinkled button-down.
“I understand perfectly,” Flynn said, and shrugged. They locked stares for a moment, and then Paul disappeared back into his office.
The Pastor sighed, and ran a hand through oiled black hair. He put his arms on the counter and mildly examined the suspicious duo.
“Ally, right?” he said. “And Michelle?”
“Um, yes,” Ally said, cautiously. “How do you know our names? And weren’t you told to go? Just now?”
“Only from his office,” Flynn explained. “Plus, a Pastor makes the names of his flock his business.”
His dark black eyes noticed their Office Lump of candy. Paul kept it filled to the brim with M&Ms. It was one of the few joys Michelle and Ally had.
Flynn took a handful. Just a for a moment, it looked like something glittered out of his sleeve, came to rest on the mound of chocolates. Ally blinked.
“So, why did you get kicked out?” Michelle asked, eagerly. She was tall, with brown hair and small brown lips.
“I felt like we should discuss matters of mutual interest,” Flynn said. “I don’t feel like we should be competing. Paul disagreed, as was his right, if not in his best interest.” He finished his chocolates, then sucked on his fingers. “Competition benefits nobody. He’ll see that, soon enough. I’ll see you two some other time.”
Then he was gone.
* * *
The next time Flynn showed up, a week later, it took Paul a half-hour to kick him out.
Ally spent much of it admiring the hem of her new skirt. It was stretchy, which was nice because it really emphasized her ass. But it also meant it kept riding up when she sat down. Oh well.
She took another scoop of candy. In just the past week both her and Michelle had found a passion for chocolates. The big bowl was nearly empty.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Michelle said. She had visited a salon yesterday, apparently. Her hair, formerly two big clumps on either side of her face, had been pinned up and layered. It was cute. Ally was already thinking about how to destroy her boring ponytail.
“Management stuff?” Ally said.
“I guess.” Michelle put her pencil back in her mouth. She crossed her legs, and a pair of jean shorts strained around her rear. They both had great legs, but the fact was, Michelle was taller then she was. The heels barely compensated.
They used to talk about College, and Majors, and High School. But in the lazy Spring air, waiting for nobody, it had been a lot more fun to talk makeup and clothes and… boys. Lots about boys.
“Just go. Go, and don’t come back,” Paul finally announced, low and threatening.
Flynn took his time swaggering out the doors. And he zeroed in on the candies. Apparently he had as much of a sweet tooth as they did.
“Hey Pastor,” Ally said, waving. Her bracelets cracked together.
“Michelle. Ally,” Flynn said. He reached for the M&Ms once more. Paul appeared in the doorway, face lined, then left without a word.
“I swear,” Flynn said. “Did you girls get taller since I saw you last? You young ladies always surprise me.”
Ally blushed. The juncture at her legs started to warm up, too. Any sort of compliment from a guy seemed to set her off. “It’s just the heels,” she confessed.
“Notice anything else?” Michelle said. She had a deep, husky voice, and backed it up by crossing her arms underneath her chest. Both Ally and Michelle had been delighted when they had simultaneously hit a late-adolescence growth spurt. Ally was still getting used to lugging big boobs around.
“Just that your immediate superior is an impressively honorable man,” Flynn said. He took another grab for the M&Ms. “It really is too bad he can’t be more agreeable. Like you girls.”
They both flushed again. Compliments hit Ally like a burst of sweets, recently. Whenever a boy admired her skirt or her legs she had to stop and calm down.
“You’re leaving?” she said, disappointed.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Flynn said. “I’ll be back, soon enough.”
* * *
The next week, Flynn didn’t come out for a long time. Ally didn’t keep track, because she was too busy wondering if she could get away with masturbating in front of Michelle.
Her dress was bright blue, and she had gone into the City to get it. Ally had expected resistance from her Mom. It only reached mid-thigh, the upper part of mid-thigh, and she had flashed her Mom and two clerks while practicing walking in it. But the older woman had cheerfully paid for the sexy outfit.
The reason for the trip had been her bobbling boobies. Most of the girls at School had caught Tit Flu, it had seemed. But hers were titanic. They opened doors. They preceded her into rooms. And they had a mind of their own—which demanded petting and stroking at all times. So she had gotten special bras. Not that she really needed them.
She was hot today. Aroused. Horny. Most days she was hot, it seemed. The girls at School had discarded jeans for pretty, flippy things that lifted and supported. The boys had become just as randy, showing approval by caressing or stroking whoever walked by.
Michelle had on a matching green dress. It was pretty clear that she was feeling pretty horny, too. That pencil of hers kept feeling underneath her open skirt.
They liked to talk about boys at school, and who was fucking who. She was pretty sure Paul could hear them. It was fun.
“No,” Paul said, hunted. “No. I can’t. It’s madness. You’re insane.” His voice was troubled, nearly broken. “Leave.”
This time Flynn was beaming as he stepped outside. Both girls flew out of their chairs, up against the side of the desk. “Hi Pastor!” Ally sang. Her hair bounced around in gold circles.
“Hey girls,” Flynn said. “You want some candy?”
“I love candy,” Michelle said, and winked. So did Ally. Flynn produced two huge pink ovals from the sleeve of his suit.
“Go ahead,” he said, and they eagerly swallowed them.
“Kind of medicin-y,” Ally said “But, uh, I like it!”
Flynn smiled at her, and she nearly dripped into her panties. Then she actually did.
“Girls, what are you accomplishing here, exactly?” he said, serious all of a sudden.
“Huh? I don’t know… stopping babies and stuff… I guess,” Ally said. This sounded like school. And school itself had become super boring, lately. Ally hadn’t done her homework in weeks. The teachers hadn’t minded.
“Yeah,” Flynn said. “Does that seem right to you?”
Actually, now that the Pastor mentioned it… a lot of the girls at School had confided in the fun of bare-backing, letting a boy fill you with his goo. Plus there was all the sexy girls in town, parading around with big bellies. The boys nearly walked into cars when they saw them walking around.
They had been talking about it for most of the week. Those that were knocked-up High Schoolers seemed proud of it.
“I guess… it’s bad?” Michelle said, nose wrinkled.
“It is,” Flynn nodded. “I mean, you girls are young. Wouldn’t it be so nice if you were pregnant together, getting big and fat, sharing the experience?”
Ally and Michelle stared at each other. Ally imagined Michelle swelling up, her mammoth boobs getting even bigger, the two of them stroking at each other as they grew..
“Um, I got to go to the bathroom, Pastor Flynn,” Ally said. “Scuse me.”
“Me too!” Michelle squeaked.
“Then don’t let me detain you, ladies,” Pastor Flynn said, and took a parting scoop of M&Ms. “Remember, cooperation. I just wish Paul would.”
* * *
The bathroom wasn’t really big enough for two, unless they pushed up against each other. Ally had to reach up to kiss Michelle’s hungry, insistent mouth. And their tits, mashing together, made her even more hard to reach. But Ally made it happen anyways.
Their boobs rolled around, up against each other. Nipples touched and rubbed together, and fireworks kicked at her head.
With her free hand Michelle reached underneath Ally’s dress, fit her hand underneath her panties.
“You’re juicy,” she noted, eyes glazed.
Ally did the same. Michelle wasn’t even wearing panties. Ally giggled, and moved her hand around inside the hot, wet folds.
They stood there, pumping at each other, balanced impossibly on heels as they moved back and forth. It should’ve been impossible to stay steady, not to mention also rub hard against budding clits. But they managed.
“Flynn was so fucking right,” Ally hummed, into Michelle’s ear. “Oh god. You hear that Erin and Paula and Carrie got pregnant, right? All from Tom, he fucked all of them.”
“We could have babies together,” Michelle said. “You and me. Best friends and mommies together.”
They came at the same time, shivering and teetering in each other’s arms.
Later, Ally knelt between Michelle’s legs, as the brown-haired girl leaned back on the toilet seat. She sat upright.
“Ally, I think I know how we can get some cum in us,” she said. “If we work together.”
* * *
“You’re sick,” Paul groaned. Ally urged him onwards, towards the orgasm she could feel coming. Soon Paul would fill her up with his sexy, baby-making sperms, get her all pregnant and fat.
Just like Michelle, who was in the office chair, her legs up on the table. She had her hand protectively over the outside of her cunt, to keep Paul’s cum inside. Her other hand rolled her nipple around in her palm.
Flynn stood respectfully in a corner, calm in his dark black suit.
“I can see that you’re busy with your staff,” he said. “I can come back later. Maybe I’ll bring a pregnancy test with me?”
That did it. Ally squeezed again, at the shaft inside her. She was bent over the side of Paul’s desk, tits out, head bumping against his laptop. He had both hands on her ass, and kept pumping until his entire cock was inside her.
Their plan had only taken a week. Day one, they came in wearing matching pink skirts, and made a point of bending over in their halter tops when Paul was around. Day two, they did the same, only without panties. By day three Paul had been pitching a permanent tent pole, and was sweating the entire day.
At Day Five, on Ally’s suggestion, they had brought vibrators into the office, and buried them up their snatches while simply sitting around. Paul had come outside, seen their buzzing and giggling, and hadn’t said a word.
On Day Six he had finally given in, grabbing Michelle like a wild animal and, grunting, running his hands over her tittering body. But he had insisted on wearing a condom when they finally fucked, even if the plastic sheath had barely fit over his cock.
Day seven, Ally and Michelle had made their joint demand. If he wanted more tender teenage ass, it was bare or nothing. Paul hadn’t taken long to decide.
Paul came. Wonderful hot stuff filled her. Ally came too, a million images of milky tits and fat tummies overwhelming her thoughts. They had both deferred college. It seemed boring stuff anyway. Paul stayed inside her, panting.
“What did you do to us?” he said, defeated. “Some sort of chemical? Why can’t I resist this? Why aren’t I going to the police?”
“Paul,” Flynn said, smoothly. “You’re just learning to cooperate. You’ve become part of the flock. Just let it happen.”
“You mean, part of the herd,” Paul said. But he was already growing hard again. “I’ll do it. Give me those pills. Although I don’t know what more you can do to this town.”
Flynn grinned. “Oh, I think plenty,” he said.

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Beach Time Is The Best Time

I didn’t get a good look being she was kind of in the middle of the group but when she happened to stand up she was wearing a hot pink bikini. She looked to be very young and vey attractive too, and as she stood there briefly, I tried to check her out but still wasn’t able to get a good look.

The Society – Witness Protection

A member of The Inner Circle of The Society has agreed to become a traitorous informant in return for being taken into Witness Protection. Things do not turn out quite like she had anticipated.

A little boy’s fascination…an older brother’s teachings.

When I was young, my brother lived with his mom in Arizona. He’d come in every summer to visit us, and he used to torment the hell out of me. The summer I turned 8 years old, he came in to visit.
One day while our dad was at work, he was babysitting me, and he left me in front of the TV and went back to our dad’s room where the computer was. I remember walking back there to see what he was doing, and I walked in and he had his huge (to me at the time) 6 inch cock in his hand, watching a porn video on the computer.
“Jason, what are you doing with your willie in your hand?” I asked innocently. I had no idea what masturbation was at the time. He quickly closed the browser window and tried to stuff his cock back in his pants, but I had already seen too much. I repeated my question.
“I was trying to make myself feel good.” He told me. I asked him how holding his willie made him feel good, and he went on to tell me about masturbation, and how, when you masturbated, your dick got hard and it felt amazing. I asked him to show me how to do it, and at first, he was reluctant, but, even then, I was very persuasive. He pulled his cock back out of his pants and turned on another porno. His dick, which had gone soft while he was telling me about masturbation, quickly sprang back to life. I walked over to get a closer look, and pulled my small cock out of my pants. My dad had a king sized bed and a laptop, so, we moved over to the bed.
He took my little dick in his hand and started jerking up and down, and I had to admit, he was right, it felt amazing. Small moans were coming from the back of my throat, and he chuckled.
“That feels good Jason!” I said excitedly.
“Haha, I told you. Why don’t you do me?” I reached over and took his cock in my hand. IT WAS HUGE! I couldn’t even fit my hand all the way around it! I saw the girl on the porno start sucking the guy’s cock, and I asked Jason why she was doing that.
“Cuz, Kevin, having your willie sucked feels even better than masturbation.” He explained to me.
“I wanna try that!” I didn’t really have a concept of homosexuality back then, but, even now, I don’t look at what we were doing as gay. It was just a brother teaching his little bro about sex.
He chuckled again and told me that he would suck my cock for a few minutes to show me how to do it, and then he’d let me do him. I stopped stroking his cock and he moved down between my legs and took my little cock in his mouth. I was in heaven. He bobbed up and down a little, sucking like crazy, and I had my first orgasm. Nothing came out, but it was the best sensation I’ve ever felt.
I switched positions with him, and his huge cock was staring me in the face. It was leaking pre-cum, and I tentatively licked the tip. It tasted better than I thought it would. I put the tip in my mouth and licked around it a little. He moaned in pleasure, so, I figured I was doing it right. I lowered my mouth further down on his cock applying suction like I’d felt him do. I took as much of him in my mouth until I felt the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. Then I bobbed up and down on his cock like a wild man. After a few minutes, I heard him say something about he was gonna come, but, I didn’t know what he meant, so, I kept sucking. Suddenly, I felt his cock contract in my mouth, and jets of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I didn’t know what else to do, so, I swallowed…and swallowed…and swallowed. After about 30 seconds, he finished cumming, and I let his cock fall from my mouth. I looked up at him, and he looked at me with such a look of love in his eyes, I practically glowed.
A few days later, I went back to my dad’s room while he was at work and Jason was on the computer again. This time, he had a porno with two guys sucking each other’s cocks on it. I walked up to him and started jacking him off and watching the porno, feeling my dick get hard in my pants. The guys in the video switched to fucking each other, and I asked him why the one guy had his weenie in the other guy’s butt, and Jason told me that sometimes, guy’s put their cocks in girl’s butts or other guy’s butts. I asked him if he liked to do that too, and he told me he had never tried it. I asked him if he wanted to try it on me, and he said only if I wanted to. I agreed, and he took me in the bathroom and gave me an enema to clean me out. Once he was sure I was clean, he took me back in our dad’s room and reached in dad’s bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube he had found the day before. He put the lube on his finger and slowly put it in my butt. I whimpered, and he kissed my back, telling me that it would be okay. He started moving his finger in and out, and added another. He scissored his fingers, stretching my ass for something much bigger. Once he thought I was properly stretched, he lubed up his cock and slowly pushed it in me.
“OH, Kevin! It feels so good!” He practically yelled in pleasure.
Once I got used to the feeling, it sterted to feel pretty good to me too. I pushed my butt back towards him, and he started fucking me hard. He sped up his thrusts, and reached around and started jacking my little dick off. After about ten minutes, he grunted, and thrust in hard before I felt his warm cum filling my little hole. About two seconds later, I had another dry orgasm. He pulled out, and turned me over. He kissed me on the cheek, and told me he loved me. I gave him a hug, and we both curled up and fell asleep.
This happened several times that summer, and the summer after. I’ll never forget my brother introducing me to masturbation, and sex.
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Slaveworld Spy

Hey, this is a piece of Slaveworld fan fiction, based on the `stephen douglas novels of the same name. It uses some canonical characters, but some are mine. I think you should buy all stephen douglas’ books because he’s awesome!

Revenge is a dish served harsh

I received an e-mail to special web site the one titled “Revenge dot com”. This is a service I offer to people who are looking for revenge if and when they can’t get it the legal way. I will consider anything but usually go along the “eye for an eye” options.
Hi can you help me. I need revenge on a co-worker who raped me”?
This is one of the unusual ones usually they just ask me to break someone’s legs or the such. I answered the email right away.
Yes send me details of the attacker and I will seek a suitable retribution.
Thirty minutes later I received an e-mail with the details I required. It turned out she was an eighteen year old girl who had been raped by her boss who is in his forties. Attached were his address and photographs of him with his wife and daughter, the wife was a good looking lady in her late thirties and the daughter was seventeen.
I replied that this would take a month or so to set up and execute and I would inform her and provide her with proof later.
The next few days I spent studying the layout of his home, already luck was on my side it was a secluded property on the edge of town set back from the road in a large garden to provide privacy. Further enquiries led me to discover he had a basic security system which provided just an alarm for break-ins but no roving patrols. I then spent the next three weeks studying his routine and that of his family. The father just seemed to work and go home with a meal out with his wife on Saturdays; the wife was much the same work and home, a nice steady life style. The daughter was a typical teenager going to pubs and clubs with her friends, I did notice that she spent more time with a certain girl and in the third week I found out why. It seemed that daddy’s little girl was a lesbian. This could be fun I thought.
It seemed Thursdays were the best option when all three would be home from seven o’clock. I acquired housing plans from the local town hall and discovered the layout of the house.
Thursday arrived and I set into motion the plan I had hatched. Driving a car I had stolen earlier I pulled up the driveway and knocked on the door, the target answered to find me there with a ski mask on and a large gun in my hand. Pushing the gun in his face I turned him round and using plasti-cuffs secured his wrists behind him. Telling him to be quiet I walked him into the lounge. The wife looked up and went to scream but before she could I slapped her hard. As she lay on the floor I secured the husband to a straight back chair. The wife I trussed up like a chicken and left on the floor with a gag in her mouth. I approached the husband and spoke for the first time.
“Who else is here”?
He looked at me in terror and replied. “Please take what you like just don’t harm us”.
Impatiently I smacked him along the side of his head. “Answer the question I asked before I lose my temper”.
Blood leaked out of his scalp and down his face. “My daughters in her room, but please don’t hurt her”.
I got directions from him and gagged him and went to find my last victim.
I stood in her doorway watching her as she lay on her bed oblivious to my presence listening to music through her ear phones. She was laying there facing away from me Dressed in skimpy shorts and a skimpy top. I padded to the bed and nudged her back she turned to me and the smile dropped off her face as she started to scream.
A good slap stopped her noise, again using plasti-cuffs I secured her wrists and grabbing her hair I dragged her down the stairs making her yelp loudly. Pushing her onto the ground next to her mother I put the gun away and pulled out my pocket knife; all three sets of eyes went wide.
I stepped to the mother first and slowly cut her clothes away leaving her naked on the floor; next I crossed to the daughter who began to sob and shake her head as if saying no; which she possibly was. Again I cut her clothing away leaving me to stare at two naked beauties. I pulled a small camera out of my pocket and began to take photographs of my victims.
I then pulled the mother to the centre of the room and pulled her legs wide as she struggled and tried to fight me off I moved across to her daughter and put the knife to her throat. As her mother saw this she lay back and dropped her knees open revealing her cunt to me. It was nicely shaven with just a little porn star strip. I looked at the husband and smiled as he began to struggle against his bindings; I moved over to him and punched him hard in the face.
“Don’t struggle just relax and watch the show”.
I then grabbed the daughters hair pulling the gag out of her mouth I cruelly dragged her across the floor. I pushed her face into her mother’s crutch. “Now let’s have some fun, lick mommy’s pussy slut and lick it good”.
She began to whimper as I removed her mother’s gag. “No please don’t make me”!
“Do it slut or I will carve your face up so badly it will make mommy vomit”.
Her mother looked at her with tears in her eyes and said. “Just do it baby it will be ok”.
Slowly she lowered her mouth to her mommy’s pussy and began to lick along her lips. “Don’t forget her clit bitch give that some attention too”.
The daughter moved up and began to suck her mother’s clit; her mom despite herself began to moan as her daughter lapped at her pussy.
“Use your fingers on her slut make mommy cum”.
Her whole body began to tremble as she moved her fingers to mommy’s cunt and slipped a finger inside. I began to take photos of this little incestuous act as the mother began to leak out.
“Looks like your enjoying this bitch, are you”? The mother looked at me and shook her head. “No I’m not; please don’t hurt my little girl”.
I moved behind the daughter and switched the camera to video mode and began to film her ass and cunt. “Well little slut tell me are you a virgin, have you ever had a big cock in one of your cute little holes”?
“Yes I’m virgin I’ve never had sex with any men”.
“Yeah ok but you’ve had sex with women haven’t you little lesbian slag”?
She nodded her head and mumbled. “Yes”.
“Well things are going to change tonight slut, oh yes things are going to change”.
I pulled my cock out and moved behind the daughter and ran my hands around her pussy making her cringe. With three fingers in her pussy I moved closer and pushed my cock deep into her pussy in one lunge making scream loudly as my cock entered virgin territory.
“Oh that’s nice and tight slut nice and tight”. Then I pushed her face back into her mommy’s cunt. “Lick mommy, make her cum slut”.
I began to fuck this young cunt as hard as I could ripping it up nicely, with every thrust I heard her moan loudly into her mother’s pussy. I couldn’t hold back any longer and fired a large load of seed into her violated pussy. As I did this she tensed up and screamed and began to cry louder.
I pushed her to one side and pulled the mother by the hair over to her husband. Dragging her to her knees I looked at the husband. “Your little slut’s cunt was good but now let’s see how good your wife is with her mouth”.
I began to rub my still hard cock around her face smearing her makeup with my cum and the blood from her daughters cunt; then with no thought for her comfort I forced my cock into the bitches mouth and deep into her throat and held it there as she began to gag. Pulling back I smiled at her. “Relax your throat or it will hurt you more slut”.
I then began to rape her face as her husband looked on helplessly. Her moans were bringing out my cruel streak so I began to slap her tits and face as hard as I could. She flew back with blood dripping out of her mouth. I grabbed her hair and dragged her back to her daughter who was still sobbing. Roughly I forced her face into her little girl’s cunt. “Now it’s your turn mommy suck your daughter’s cunt and get all that lovely cum into your mouth”.
Tentatively she began to lick at her pussy, as I knelt down behind her and without warning slammed straight into her. She howled loudly but kept licking her daughter. Her cunt wasn’t as tight as her young girl, but it still felt good. Still filming I fucked her hard and fast feeling her begin to juice up as I raped her.
Again as I heard both of them crying and moaning my cruel streak surfaced; I then pushed two fingers into her arse making her squirm as she tried to get away. I grabbed the plasti-cuffs and held her still as I forced my fingers into her ass. After a few minutes of loosening her ass I pushed my cock against her ring and forced my cock deep into her tightest of holes, and boy it was so fucking tight.
I pulled her head up and whispered into her ear. “Tell them what I’ve just done bitch”.
With tears streaming down her cheeks and sobbing loudly. “He’s put his cock in my bum, oh god he’s raping my ass”.
As I began to pump into her moans and scrams became louder. “I looked at the husband who was struggling against his bonds. “Have you ever fucked this tight little ass”?
He sat there and shook his head no. “Let me tell you it feels nice and tight I love sodomising a nice tight virgin ass”.
I gripped her hips and began to hammer into her faster and faster as hard as I could, feeling her rectal muscles rippling along my cock. I couldn’t last long it was so tight I fired another load deeper into her virgin ass. I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Looking down at the two abused women I said. “Well ladies you’re probably wondering why I’m doing this, you better ask him when I’m gone; he was a bad man about six weeks ago and you have to pay the price”.
I then grabbed the daughter by the hair and pulled her mouth to my cock. “Well little slut time to suck your first cock; you better get it hard and wet and you mommy you better start to lick her arse and get it nice and loose for my cock”.
The daughter blanched and began to cry loudly. “Oh please no, no, no please don’t”!
With a slap to her face I shoved my cock into her mouth making her gag as she cried onto my cock. Her mother crawled behind her and began to lick around her daughter’s little ring as I raped her face.
Watching her push her tongue into her daughter’s ass was horny as hell. My balls tightened as I gushed into her mouth. I held her mouth closed and pinched her nose forcing her to swallow it down. As she gagged I stood up and moved behind her. Grabbing her mom I said get me nice and slick bitch then guide me into her arse.
The mother began to suck and gag on my cock, when she pulled my cock out she spat on it. Then looked at me and said. “Please don’t rape my daughter again, please don’t do it”.
I laughed harshly and slowly pushed my cock into her daughter’s tight little hole. She howled and screamed as I sodomised her ass remorselessly. I began to fuck her fast and hard listening to her cry in pain. I then cut hers and her mother’s bonds.
“Pull your ass open bitch I want to go deeper. Tentatively she reached back and spread her cheeks open letting me go in another inch which made her moan louder. Her mother moved to her and hugged her and whispered. “It’s ok baby it will soon be over”.
To my surprise as I fucked her hard and fast I felt her begin to push back onto my cock as she became looser, then she began to moan and crying louder in humiliation and shame. “Oh fuck mom, oh mom, I like it. Oh god I like his cock my ass. It feels so good”.
Again I began to hammer ass as I laughed at her mother and father. “Oh yeah she likes my cock in her ass, listen to her she fucking loves it”.
The daughter began to scream louder and louder. “Fuck my ass make me come, c’mon make me cum”.
I hammered into her hard and shot a load deep into her as she collapsed into a heap as she orgasmed.
I pulled out and wiped my cock on the mother’s hair and pulled my trousers back up.
I then laughed and went to leave. The daughter looked at me with a sly smile on her lips. I again cuffed the mother. As I was cuffing the daughter she whispered her cell phone number to me and asked me to call her.
Two days later I received a e-mail from my client. Saying thanks for the pictures and video.

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Mercilessly Raped By Two Dogs

Hi readers, this is my second story, so please forgive me if there are some errors. Ratings and feedback are very much appreciated. If bestiality is not your thing, I advise you to not read this story. Also, sorry for the lack of length, I ran out of inspiration. Enjoy 🙂