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(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

I want to start by saying that this is a true story to a point. I got scared and took…

TGIF! As I look at the clock, all I can think of is being on the receiving end of a thirty-minute blowjob followed up with some 3-hole golf with my 7 iron. I had just put away the last two inventory sheets for our fiscal year 2000 supply of Impalas for the summer season. Tomorrow I can pick up where I left off with the price/sale ratios and projected APR provisions. It had been a long day and now it’s time to break loose the Cobra 40oz. I was smiling as I walked past Ms. Abby, my under-the-table secretary and illegal Nigerian immigrant. She eyeballed me letting her tongue moisten a set of ’72 DSLs. It’s payday and…, I forgot myself for a moment. “Abby, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll have your check ready,” I smiled. You see it’s a game we play weekly. I went back in my office and sat at my desk. The door opened when I opened up the company checkbook. “Mr. Sledge, can speak to you a moment?” she whispered. I swiveled my chair away from the desk and faced to the side. I wanted to give her access my full attention. “Sure Abby, how can I help you?” I winked knowing how much she and I loved the payday ritual. I reclined in my high-backed leather chair spreading my legs just a bit. “I don’t want to trouble you, but I need another advance with my paycheck.” She approached my desk, with her right hand rubbing the meaty upper part of her breast, as if to soothe the weight of the tight spaghetti strap straining to hold up a 12lb tit. I looked at her over my shoulder, watching her slip out from under the straps, releasing two overripe melons of chocolate ambrosia. Dark burgeoning mini marshmallows seemed to stare at my stiffening cock that was painfully trying to get past my zipper. “I need an extra C note.” She wriggled out of her sundress letting loose a set of hips that should’ve had a chase car saying “wide load” or something. Kneeling down between my legs she wasted no time unzipping my gabardines… My cock leapt into freedom, only to be captured by two humongous heated tits begging for lubrication. “Hmmmm…” She caught my cock between her tits and guided it into her mouth with her right hand. Sucking the upper shaft and head heartily, she began to stroke the lower-middle in a twisting fashion as I moaned in time. “Yeah, yeah… yes Abby, suck it baby!” I let my head fall back on the chair not focusing on anything in particular, darkness, the ceiling, her thick body, tits and braided head bobbing up and down. Sucking hard. Slobbering all over my shaft and head, she looked up to see I was watching her every technique. She smiled. “I love sucking your cock and I know you love me sucking you off on payday.” I smiled, “I love payday, too… I love the way you suck the long hard day right out of me…but I worry that one day your husband is gonna find out about us.” She started to stroke my cock hard, trying to get me to come on her face or just all over her huge tits. She then dipped her braided head down under my nut sac and began to softly juggle my wet nuts in her mouth while stroking my cock for all she was worth. I swear she was humming some African tune of ecstasy with my balls in her mouth! “Ahh, ahhh… Damn baby, where’d you learn to suck like that?!” I started to breathe in deep gulps of cool air trying to think of baseball, ugly women, and taxes, but when she started to cry… I was headed for trouble. “Come on me… give it to me…” She jerked my cock every-which way but loose between those huge lips forming a vacuum seal around my shaft-sucking my nuts dry as I screamed… “Ugghhh…Ohhh…Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeeaaaahh!” My head snapped back like it was strapped to a fifty pound weight! I felt my cum rushing up from my locked-down toes past my clenched ass cheeks as I pushed her head down towards the base of my cock to empty my satisfaction down her throat… and she took it all! Just like I like it, she knew not to spill a drop of cum, pre-cum, or saliva. She kept on sucking even though I began to relax and fidget in my chair, trying to get into a cooler position in the afterglow of my orgasm. “Yeah, baby suck it dry.” I was spent. She laughed at my condition. “Care to fuck?” she feigned the hungry look of a women wanting to give her man the fuck of a lifetime. I looked at my tired Johnson, and he said nope. “Sorry babe, I’d love to but Jimmy’s had enough for now.” She laughed and got up to start stuffing her forty pounds of potatoes in that ten pound sundress. Man I loved watching her get dressed. Such an ample women, a cornucopia of concupiscence belonging to another man. I just hoped he wasn’t jealous. After she was satisfied with putting her clothes in order, she went into the bathroom to brush the evidence away. As much as I enjoy cockbreath in a woman, letting me know her priorities, I’d hate to see it break up her relationship with her husband. I started writing out her paycheck including the extra hundred. I always tell myself it’s the best damn hundred I’ve spent all week. She came back in the office with a smile. “I have to go now.” She leaned over and gave me a wet one with no tongue but plenty of feeling. “See ya on Monday, Mr. Sledge.” “Have a good weekend Abby!” I was actually relieved when she left. I always enjoy a couple of quiet minutes after a good nut. I leaned back in my chair, and tried to plan some fun for the evening to cum. “Ha ha ha” “Well, I guess I’d better get moving,” I told myself. Time waits for no man, and I was just burning daylight sitting in this chair wanting to take a nap after that luxurious blow job. Slowly I got up. Adjusting willy, and hitting the desk lamp, I grabbed my jacket and headed for home. The commute wasn’t too bad with Keith Sweat and I not seeing anything wrong with a little bump and grind, plus a little Shoop-Shoop with Salt-n-Pepa. When I pulled into the complex, someone was parked in my spot next to my V-Max 1100. Now where am I gonna park my Jag? I wondered. The Jag, which never fails to line me up for snug wet trim with the hotties is the reason I like to keep it in sight wherever I park. Everyone gets two parking places and somehow people still manage to hog up all the available space. Well, I’ve got no choice but to park in my neighbor’s spot. I’m hoping Ms Fonda-Cox, doesn’t get home from Supercuts before 7:30, unless her hot daughter Anais’ VW takes off. By that time I should be showered up and ready to hit the streets for some chow… and I feel like Italian or maybe Greek tonight. As I set the alarm, I notice Anais close the sheer lace curtains. I’d swear she wasn’t wearing a shirt, but regardless, I knew she was always bitchy. “Damn, I hope she doesn’t chase me out before her Mom gets home tonight.” I quicken my pace as I go into the courtyard and make a beeline for my condo. Sure enough, twenty feet from my sanctuary, Anais opened the door.sex images stories “Mr. Sledge, I know you have a nice ride, but you’re parked in my mom’s spot and she’ll be home any minute. So why don’t you save some time and frustration by moving your car now? ” she smirked. I smiled trying to apply a little charm and hopefully get past her abstinence. She was wearing a hastily placed towel, held in place by her armpits… I noticed her nipples were hard and poking against the material stretched across her breast. I figured she was a 32A cup, usually not my style but I could hear some funky reggae beats and smelled what I imagined to be some phat irie blunt. Now I was getting horny and I think it showed on my face. “Did you hear me?” she put her hands on her hips and the towel slipped. A quick flash of tit and she replaced the towel with an embarrassed smile. “Oops.” “Oops?” I said. “Anais, last week I spent $200 to see a beautiful body like that in Vegas. I think I’d say ‘Thank You!'” I gave her a friendly wink… “Actually, you are quite beautiful. I noticed you in the window when I first drove up this evening.” Now she started to giggle behind a tightlipped smile. “$200.00…really? ” Her tongue slid out, wet and quick, as her mouth hung open for a pregnant pause. I could feel my pants getting tight, my lips dry, and my vision focusing all over her legal body. I vividly remember her eighteenth birthday party and her mother getting sloshed and falling in the pool. She brought me back to reality with a finger in her mouth and a kind word. “Wanna come in for a moment?” Her eyes spoke volumes, presumably penned by Masters and Johnson, maybe it was M. “Sure I’d love…err, yes I’d would.” I didn’t want to run her over, but I was in a hurry to get in her daisy dukes. I followed her into the foyer, examining in detail the fine shape of her back and the succulent cheeks of her ass hanging out of those tight shorts. She turned to the coffee and bent down to pick up that blunt I smelled from the door. Her towel fell and she cocked her head and said…”Fuck it.” She took a huge hit and holding her breath, she passed it to me. I took it. “Brrrrreeeeeeee,” she exhaled slowly. “You got that two bills on you?” Her eyes on my crotch suggesting I should comply with her demands. I exhaled strongly and in my best Rasta accent said, “Aye girl, and wha’cha gonna do for me now?” My hips started swaying with the beat and stepped toward her. She didn’t miss a beat and answered in tune, “I’ll be suckin’ yer black cock like a chest wound, and fuckin’ ya like da IRS!” A pair of serious eyes locked on the blunt. I passed it to her as she knelt down in front of me. She took another seriously long hit, damn she had a set of lungs, and set it down in a shell ashtray. I smiled down at her and said, “Get it girl…” She reached around me, grabbing both cheeks and exhaling a lung full of ganga over my cock through my pants. I knew the stain won’t come out of my gabardines, but I was beyond caring. Now she was licking and sucking on my cock through my pants. “Man, my cock is rock hard and ready to break!” She had a vise grip on my ass forcing my saliva soaked clothed cock between her teeth and tongue. I was thinking if she didn’t unleash the beast soon, I was gonna lose a healthy load in my BVDs. She let her right hand slip over my cock lump and started to tug and jerk it while sucking on the head viciously sans doute! She was a bonafide freak! “Uhmmmph, Black cock!” She was into it, sucking laterally along the shaft, nibbling my thick meat. I started to feel that ol’ familiar feeling in my shanks and I responded by trying to think about the law, spoiled milk… oh no not milk… I couldn’t stop my transition to orgasm. I grabbed her straight black hair and knotted it in my hands. She moaned a, “Yeah Daddy…” and I became lost in a hard whine… “Damn, Damn, Daaaaammmmn… Ahhhh, Ahhhh…Uhhnnn… Uhhhaaaaaaa.” Oh yeah, I was sticky, icky, and unsure of what to do. She released my ass from her left hand and looked up at me sensing my dilemma. “Fuckin A, quickdraw…” she reached back for my wallet and pulled it out as I stood there numbly feeling used, listening to Ziggy singing, “No woman, No cry.” A chanting of melody filled my ears as she pulled three crisp Franklins out and she giggled, “I’d better give you a bonus fuck for an extra hundred, huh?” Bonus fuck… I don’t think I’m up for a regular fuck, I thought. She stood up and we locked lips, as she fed me her fast tongue. Placing my hands on her zipper guiding them to unzip her shorts, which promptly fell to the carpet. Sucking my tongue down her throat and humming to the music she propped her foot up on the coffee table pushing a sticky wet pussy over our fingers. Uh-oh… Cap’n Willie heard someone calling his name and started getting up. Taking my right hand up to her mouth, she began to suck the tangy juices off my fingers. Gazing lustfully into my eyes she placed her fingers in front of my mouth, which I opened and began to suck her musky smelling digits. “I want to be fucked by a big black cock. I want you to fuck me. Haaaarrrrdd!” “I can’t believe my cock is hard. You’re making me crazy.” I meant it. She was touching every nerve in my body. I felt her hands slide down the front of my suit jacket to my pants and my belt unbuckle. She unzipped my pants and slid down my body with my pants. Kneeling, she pulled my sticky boxers down to my ankles letting my sticky hard cock slap her cheek. Grabbing my cock, she slow stroked me while licking and sucking cum out of my pubic hair and off my belly. “Mmmmmm, Fucking A…” she started sucking my cock, high-jerking the shaft and head against her mouth…driving me crazy! I noticed she was playing her clit like a fiddle to the beat of her sucking rhythm. She stopped sucking, looked at me with a wry smile and hocked a huge wad of spit in her right hand and started to straight-jack my cock toward her face, between the eyes. “Ohhh,” I breathed. “Uhnnnn…” I started to breathe deep gulps of air. She stopped jerking my cock and turned with her back to me, not releasing her grip on my turgid tool. Placing my cock against her cunt, she bent her head down, and I let nature rule. Deep thrust! “Shit! Owwww… Fuck!” she shrieked. “Ha, ha,” I thought, “your turn to whine, bitch.” I was thrusting with everything I had.. I knew it hurt a little and I wanted to play it for everything I could. She bucked against my cock, and I could feel it was tight and my dick was getting scorched, I’ll complain later. This was doggy style in its finest regimen… and man I wanted come… badly. I focused on those wonderful fucking sounds, the wet squawking, squashing sounds, meat on meat slapping, and the ever popular “Uhn uhn uhn” grunting to the rhythm of the fuck. “Ooooo, my pussy’s on fire!” she began to plead. “Uhhhhnnn, oh oh oh, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” she was clearly feeling some pain. I was happy about that because I was past ready to come and I didn’t want to ruin any future chance of me getting some more of this tight pussy. “I’m gonna come…” I groaned. “Yeah baby. Come on my ass!” she pleaded. “Come on my ass, don’t come inside me.” I chuckled. “Ok.” I didn’t think it mattered at this point, but according to legend, I pulled my cock out and started jacking over her sweaty ass. “Ohhh Yeah… Ahhhh… Here we go!” I let fly what little cum I had left it my balls and it felt goooood! It wasn’t a lot of cum but, man, all my nerves were jingling like electricity. She put her hand in the stripes of cum on her ass and spread it all over her right ass cheek. “I love this part.” She put her fingers in her mouth tasting my liquid appreciation for her sharing that delightfully tight cunt. “Delicious.” A wink let me know that she enjoyed my performance. “I may have to start sneaking over to your condo at night for a rough fuck… I know I need one every now and then.” “Rough fuck?!?…Is that what that was?” I started putting on my clothes like someone who had been fucked for money. A hand grabbed for my cock before I could get the zipper zipped. “Don’t be like that… I just mean… I like a nice long fuck with lots of foreplay and plenty of toys.” She rubbed her face against my crotch, stroking my cock like a hungry kitten. “It’s alright. We’ll plan something long, maybe take a weekend in Vegas…” I brushed her hair from her face with my left hand and caressed her cheek with my right. Helping her up, I kissed and held her for a few moments enjoying the feel of body. She twisted away in my arms. “Mom’s home!” She reached for the curtains and saw her mother’s Jetta pull up behind the Jaguar. “You’d better move your car, you know how my Mom is about that!” Running to the door, I tucked my shirt in my pants, catching another kiss on my way out. “Call me,” she said. “Bet!” I didn’t even look back, but I knew that the look on her face matched mine. She was a good fuck and I wanted to spend more time with her in my arms. As I rounded the building, I saw Mayvis Fonda-Cox next to my Jag with her hands on her hips, and wearing a don’t fuck with me smile. “Mr. Sledge, if you want to continue parking your Jag in my spot, I suggest I get a key and you keep the tank full.” She was now waiting for a lame or trite excuse from me, and I was not going to disappoint her. “Hi Mayvis, I apologize for taking up your spot, I thought it was only going to be a minute but I was engaged in some strenuous activity.” I eyed her for sympathy. “I see… that would explain your zipper.” She got back in her car. I felt cold. Well, my zipper was still down. I zipped up and jumped in my Jag pulling out as she pulled in with a spurt. I parked in the gardener’s spot… Sheesh, what a day. Locking up, I sprinted to my condo before Mayvis exited her vehicle to avoid any conversation with her. Inside I stripped out of my over fucked suit, throwing it in the dry cleaning hamper. Naked I put my shoes and belt away, tossing my skivvies in the laundry basket by the shower. There was a hard knock at the door. “Just a minute,” I shouted. Looking for a robe, that I only wear for overnight guests, I settled for a pair of Gold’s Gym workout shorts. There’s no way I could find that robe quickly, so I answered the door half naked, like most horny bachelors. “Mayvis?.. I’m sorry, did I do something?” I questioned, as if I had no idea what she wanted. Guilty… read on her face as she eyeballed me up and down resting on my shorts. “I was just starting a quick workout. Please come in.” I walked away from the door toward some freeweights I keep by the stairs in case of burglars. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. “I thought you already had your workout.” She sounded snide, like a girlfriend who sees a better looking girl say hello to you. I bent down to pick up two 10lb weights and give the appearance of nonchalance. “You forgot your tie, motherfucker…” She was mad and I knew why. I stood up almost dropping the weights when I saw my Michael Rubin silk tie dangling from her upraised hand. “Or should I say, daughterfucker?” She threw the tie at me and charged. I put on a poker face and feigned the guilt of crumb encrusted mouth seven-year-old. “If Anais wasn’t eighteen, I’d have you arrested right now! I can’t believe you took advantage of her innocence and naivete. If she’s hurt, pregnant, or diseased in any way, I will sue you for every penny you have. As it is, I just want to cut your cock and balls off and feed them to a pit bull!” She was screaming now, and even though my muscles were rippling from holding these weights, I felt as helpless as a kitten under the sights of a high-powered BB gun. “Can I say something?” I pleaded. “No! I don’t want to hear one fucking word out of your lying mouth!”sex story realShe continued to rant and in my ears it all melded together. I think I heard something about kiddie porn and her cousin the gang member, but mostly about how shocked and appalled she was since she was a real woman and much better developed than her daughter. “Huh?” I whispered. Sensing the initiative, I put down the weights and crossed over to her apologizing for my actions; Nam, and the effect of growing up in the hood. I reached for her hands and held them softly, letting her know, nothing can change my act of indiscretion but in fact when I saw Anais, I was seeing her all over again like a living dream. She laughed. Now I was on to something. “Mayvis, let me take you out to dinner. I want to talk with you, and spent some time getting to know you,” I smiled. She searched my eyes for deception and unable to find it, she nodded. “I think at the very least, dinner would be acceptable.” She hugged me with her arms high around my neck and being about 10 inches taller than her, caused me to lean into her and her to snuggle in close. I could feel the heat of the moment, and believe me it was just a moment. However, it was long enough for Cap’n Willy to take notice and push against her. She jumped. “Is it me?” She put her hands on her hips, defiantly. “Or is it you?” “Most definitely you.” I added quickly. “I can’t believe you’re here with me, like I always wanted you to be… and I am half-naked. I’d better rush you along so I can get ready and before I embarrass myself any further.” I twisted her hips in my hands and guided her towards the door. She twisted back towards me. “Not so fast. I may be beautiful, but it’s been awhile since I’ve seen this kind of attention.” She hugged me under my arms pressing into my still hardening cock. I was aghast. This must be my National Day of Pussy, my Trifecta of the year. “Do you want me?” “Yes,” I felt her hand tickle my ribs walking down to my waist, where she began caressing my stiff cock. “Do you want me, now?” “Oh yes, and tomorrow.” Her head jerked back and she dreamily opened her mouth. On cue, I kissed her, inserting my tongue and searching for satisfaction. She let her hand slip inside the waistband of my shorts and grab my sincerity, stroking it… like she was gonna get something out of it… “Do you want me, forever?” “Oh yessss, in your ass.” I didn’t miss a beat. “In my ass?! You wanna fuck my ass?” She was mad, again. I pulled her close. “If I get to keep you forever, I want to enjoy every square inch of you. Your embrace has me lost in love, and I honestly want to be in every sweet opening you have… including your ears.” She was laughing now. Success!… I’m da man, I thought. “Let’s take a shower.” She pulled me towards the stairs. Walking backwards, up the stairs she wouldn’t let go of my cock and so I followed her in the bathroom. I turned on the water and stepped in the warm stream. She quickly stripped out of her blouse, bra and jeans… no panties?! Now I was really hyped up! I guided her into my embrace under the shower. She cooed about the water as I sucked on her tongue and teased her nipples with my hands. “Kneel down.” She pushed my neck down and leaned back against the wall while spreading her legs. “Make me come…” Throwing her head back staring at nothing in particular she whispered again… “Make me come.” Well, if I’ve ever seen the gauntlet thrown down, it was now. I guess if I’m ever gonna make a friend, now’s my opportunity to sell myself. “Hang on to something.” I challenged. “Get some Boo…” she said spreading her pussy lips apart with her tongue hanging out for instructional effect. I dropped to my knees and started massaging her knees and lower thighs. I like to start out strong and soften up as I get closer to the Ezone. Licking, nibbling, rubbing and moaning my way up between her legs, enjoying every taste, texture, and the tantalizing sound she gives. I set one of her legs up over my shoulder as my face swooped in for a bib-less extravaganza. I began gently sucking the fat outer lips, licking the sensitive inner lips, exploring the whole cunt with my tongue and fingers. I reveled in its pungent stickiness, the sensual smell of queens, long unfucked by the king. Her clit and widening hips were begging me to rock them, and my rigid cock, however unattended, was ready to comply…fully. I started battering her clit, sucking, roughly, slavering over it, making sloping mad slurping sounds, like a nigger wit a neck bone. I was in it! Deep! “Yeah Boo… Yeaaaaahhhh!” Her weight on me was increasing rapidly. I strained to keep her balanced and comfortable, knowing any disturbance would ruin my chances of making her cum quickly. My face firmly locked on her snatch, I reached out with my left hand to find my bottle of shower lube, feeling around the containers I found the one shaped like a coke bottle. Deftly flipping it upside down I squeezed a huge amount on my wrist and hand. I started lubing up her crack, inserting my fuck finger slowly in and out of her asshole. “Ohhh… you’re gonna make me come.” She was enjoying a nice slow ride to the land of the big O. “Fuck yeah… fucking eat me…” With her head locked back, eyes closed and moaning… I didn’t think she was still on the planet.. I started stretching the bottom of her cunt with my thumb, while sucking lightly on her clit… “Uhhhnnnn… Uhhhhnnnn,” Oh shit, I could feel the electricity flowing through her! She was coming or going into a gran mal seizure. “Ohhhheeeeeeeiii!” she was screaming. “Grab the rail, Grab the rail!” I guided her hands to the shower’s slip rail; she was confused. I knew right about now she wanted to hug or hold on to me, but I had another plan for her still burning orgasm. “What… what?” she was holding the rail as I crouched upward, still holding her right leg open, I guided my hard cock straight for her asshole… inserting right into the taint! “No… not yet.” She didn’t want her ass fucked… well not yet anyway… but I ignored her and my first attempt to poke that ass missed. I pushed my cock against her moaning ass until I found the hole and forced myself in! “Aaahhhhhh! You bastard! You fucking bastard!” She tried for leverage to twist out, but she was off balance and would be opened more if she let go of the railing… so she held on for dear life and I fucked for the gold! My cock was rock hard and I was in solid. “Damn Baby! Ohhh yes! You lied to me!” I was fucking a three camera shot… damn I had the angles, the lube, and the ass locked down! There was no way she was getting out of this one! “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin!” “Ohhh my ass… Fuck that ass Boo!” She was in ecstasy with her head down on her arms, hanging on for dear life. “Ahhhhh Ahhhh…uhn uhn uhn…” I was rocking that ass to the beat of my determination… and damn if her ass wasn’t as tight as her daughter’s cunt. “Fuck! This is good ass…I don’t even think I’m gonna come!” “Ohhh my ass, fuck fuck…” she moaned. I just noticed she was now balanced on one arm and frigging herself furiously. I took this as a sign to start teasing her about giving up that ass to strangers. “You know, baby… I’ve been jacking off dreaming about fucking your tight ass for months now. The way I feel inside you is making me come my nuts dry. Your ass is like a tight mouth sucking my cock rock hard like its gonna snap in two! Ohhh yeahhhhh… I wanna break my cock off in your sweet ass!” “Shitttttt… AhhhhUhhhhnnnnnn… FUCKMEEEEE!” And that was it… her ass was now humping my cock and I’m scared she is gonna break it off! She was all over the place, fuck! “Fuck!” She collapsed and I was holding her up by the waist, all 130lbs.. Shit, I was exhausted. I pulled her up to her feet and against my chest in the stream. We held on to each other for a good ten minutes and then silently I started putting body wash over her shoulders and back. I gently washed her upper body while she just hung on. After another 20 minutes I turned off the water and helped her out. We toweled off smiling embarrassed smiles wondering if this will happen again or if we just went too far. “You don’t have to call me,” she was buttoning up her blouse, not looking at me but pretending to look at something else. “Why? Are you gonna call me?” I was looking directly at her. She winced. “Just cause you got a piece of ass doesn’t mean we’re engaged.” The arms folded across her chest. “You fucking bribed my daughter for a piece of ass, so just cause we fucked for free don’t mean shit.” Now she pouted. I just don’t understand women, and after the past two wonderful hours, I’m even more lost! “Look, maybe I didn’t say it right. I do want you to call me. You just made me bathe you like something I cherish. I don’t want to lose you, I want to get to know you more. Here.” I walked to the door post and retrieved my spare keys. “Take my spare keys. I want you to be around when I’m here… when I go to sleep or when I fix lunch for us.” I held the keys out for her. “Sorry. I’m not looking for a man right now.” It was my turn to wince. She starting to drone on about being fucked over one too many times and certainly not being able to trust a man who not only fucked her daughter, but also held her down and ass-fucked her. “Just a fucking minute! I think I recall someone saying, ‘Fuck my ass’ and coming in the shower. Correct me if I’m wrong.” I was hot. “Well let’s just call that the heat of the moment, because it was a little late to call it rape,” she smirked. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “Ok…let me sort this out a moment.” I was reaching for logic. “We had a wonderful time… Fuck,” she corrected. “Alright, we had a wonderful fuck together and it was just a thing…” “Yes,” she nodded. “I also had a wonderful fuck with your legally adult and consenting daughter who pulled three hundred bucks out my wallet for shits and grins.” “Yes,” she eyeballed me funny. “I really can’t expect you to come over or let me spend time with you unless you wanna fuck or because you think I just wanna fuck.” “Right,” she quipped. “But I can wave three hundred bucks at your daughter, the legally consenting adult anytime I want a nasty young fuck,” I could tell I just hit a nerve. “Well let’s just say, if you feel like fucking my daughter, you can give me the three hundred bucks and you can have the ol’ school version.” She returned to the smile that got me into this mess. “Well, since I’m such a piece of shit, you’ll have to excuse me if I choose to donate to both you and your daughter’s favorite charity. Why should I limit myself and simply choose to have my cake, when I can eat it also?” I laughed. “Ok, but I warn you… one of us is not gonna stand for it long.” She winked and left me wondering if I had made the right choice. I watched her walk back to her condo and close the door behind herself. I really hated letting a great piece of ass just walk away like that…but onward and upward I always say. So with another lost cause weighing heavy on my mind, I went back to my closet and picked out a nice lonely suit for the evening. I figured some Chinese or Thai would hit the spot and afterwards some low-key partying. I selected a nice black gabardine suit with a fine mesh shirt, rounding out with a nice diamond pinkey and a splash of U’omo. I pulled up to the valet at “Oiishi Omanko” with thunder. The valet grinned at me and threw his hands in the air with humped shoulders. I guess he didn’t ride. “Where do you want it?” I asked. He pointed towards the bonsai trees at a spot next to a Bentley. “Thanks.” A quick burst of throttle and the V-Max was nestled in the bonsai. I put some kryptonite on it and entered the restaurant. “Irashaii Mase Sledge-san,” they bowed. “Komban-wa,” I bowed slightly. “We have good table for you now,” Keiko said. She was the taller of the two help maidens. Her mouth was small, her breast were small, and her eyes were small. I imagine she would fuck you until you passed out, and wait until you woke up and fuck you again. Not too cute but very wiry and strong looking… a sure freak. “Iki-masho… You come.” Fumiko the smaller, but sexier, took my arm and led me to a table next to the trickling water falls. Definitely a cocksucker. She smelled like Shiseido, and if I hadn’t been fucking all day, I would’ve gotten wood. Her tits were small and her ass was big for a shorty. I knew if I ever got in that ass, you’d have to call up Seal Team 6 to get me out! Keiko pulled out the chair for me and I sat down… it was very comfortable. The two young ladies stood together and held out their hands and asked… “You like?”tabooI’ll tell you truthfully, I looked them both over quickly and answered, “Hai, so des sho.” I was serious, but they started giggling, bowed and ran off. I know for a fact they’d have to call 911 to get me off those two oriental dishes. I’m talking about Kappa and Plum sauce. It just doesn’t get any better than that. I watched the pair of tight kimono wrapped asses disappear in the tables on another level. Man am I glad we won the big one! So despite the fact I had no companionship for dinner, I still managed to enjoy my meal and bottle of sake to chase away the lonely demons. Was Keiko eyeing me when she walked by or is the sake telling me I’m gonna get some horizontal snatch? “Who cares?.” I snort. Looking at the clock, I could see I had been here too long. Calling for the check, it was confirmed I had been here too long. $125.00… well it was good. I tipped well and asked the waiter to tip the two hostesses twenty each. He nodded. I walked out and looked for my bike. The Bentley was gone and it seemed I was one of the last to leave. I noticed a couple of blue-bloods, but I was sure they wouldn’t be leaving until they got kicked out. I felt kinda lightheaded and mean-spirited, a sure sign of too much sake. Walking to my bike I heard the hougaku music get loud for a moment, then silent… very surreal…I sat down a

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(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said to me. I could see Him looking down at me smiling. It was a very sinister grin. I knew He had something planned. He then said “I have to go to work for a little while and I’ll see you when I get back.” “Yes Sir,” I answered kind of hurt because we were supposed to spend the whole day together. When I finally rolled out of bed an hour later there was a note written in my lipstick on the mirror. It read ‘ Today is your day. You may go to the beach.’ We had a small very secluded stretch of beach in out backyard. I loved to go out there and sunbathe naked but would not dare with out permission. I put on my sheer pink sundress and gathered a few things and headed out to the beach. I walked through the newly remolded gate and was admiring how nice it looked with the fence that was put up. I also noticed that the tool box was still out here. So I made a mental note to remind Him about it. I laid out my blanket and took off my sundress and sat down. I was sitting there just soaking in the sun. Feeling its warm rays beating down on me. It felt so warm and so inviting. I could feel myself starting to sweat so I decided to jump in the ocean to cool off a bit. As I was walking out of the water back to my blanket I noticed how turned on I was from swimming naked. I loved the feel of the waves breaking over my chest then falling down through my legs. It seemed like the waves had a mind of their own, making sure to just slightly hit my clit with each wave. I laid down on my stomach and just let the sun warm my body. It felt so good. Like I was just melting away. I was thinking about what would happen later. I had no Idea what He had planned originally before He got called into work. But I knew He would make up for it later. I decided to turn over and let the warmth of the sun beat down on my breasts. Before I laid back I applied sun screen so that I would be in top form for my Master if He needed me to be. I then spread my legs so I could feel the sun pushing its way inside of me. This felt so erotic. And I drifted off in my thoughts. I was woken up by the feeling that someone was watching me. It was my Master. I looked up at Him and smiled. “Stand My Pet,” He told me and I did. He led me down to the water by my nipples. He then told me to go in and make sure all the sunscreen was washed off because He did not want to feel anything but His fingers against my salty skin. I made sure I washed off all the sunblock and walked out to a waiting towel. I dried off and He put a blindfold on me. He guided me up the beach. Thoughts of what He was doing were fluttering through my head. I was thinking what was He going to do out here? There was nothing, so I thought, out here. There were all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before. All of this was going on all around me. He took my right wrist and pulled it up and the I heard a click. He then clicked in my left wrist and removed my blindfold. I was almost suspended between the two poles that was the gateway to the beach. He then told me to spread my feet out so that they reached the poles at the bottom. He walked over to the tool box and opened it and pulled out two more cuffs with chains on them to fasten my ankles to the poles. I now knew that it was not a tool box and it was left out there for a reason. When my ankles were attached to the poles I was barely standing on my tip toes. He said to me “struggle all you like my pet, these poles are five feet in the ground and you are not going anywhere.” I watched as He reached up and clicked the chains at the top even tighter. Now I was completely suspended from these poles. He stood before me and looked at His handy work. I could tell by the grin on His face that he was really enjoying this. He ran His hands down over my shoulders and over my chest. Taking special care not to touch my nipples. Each time He did this they would stand out just a little bit more. He looked at me and said “Did I give you permission to get excited?” “No Sir,” I answered. “You know you will be punished for that,” He replied. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He then reached down into the box again and pulled out what looked like a dildo on a stake. He drove it into the sand below me and then lifted me up onto it and said “remember you are still going to be punished.” “Yes Sir,” I gasped. I barely got that out because I could not believe His mind was so imaginative to do what was happening at this moment. He then picked up a crop and started tapping my thighs with it. Every time He touched me with the crop I struggled not to move but to no avail. The more I moved the more the dildo would slide into me and He would reach down to push it further into the ground so it would only stay an inch and a half inside of me. I tried squeezing my muscles in my pussy to keep it pushed in, but He would not have it. He then ran the crop up my stomach and around each breast. Each time He circled my breast He would come closer and closer to my nipples, but yet still not touching them. “Snap,” He hit my nipple with the end of the crop. It didn’t hurt but it sent chills all through my body. He was snapping the crop from nipple to nipple, all quick little snaps.pornI was trying to struggle to get free and He whispered in my ear again “there is no where for you to go my pet.” He removed the dildo that was placed in the ground and lifted it up to my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” He says. I looked into His eyes to see if He was serious and He pushed the dildo onto my lips and into my mouth. “Clean it off,” He commanded and I did. He then walked around behind me and “whack,” I felt the crop across my right thigh. He ran His hand over where the crop had just been. He said that He could feel the heat from the sting of the crop. “Whack,” He hit the other thigh. “Can’t play favorites,” He said. And He rubbed that spot too. He then moved the crop to my ass “whack, whack, whack, whack,” He swung the crop again. I could feel the lines forming on my ass from where He had just dealt out my punishment. “Thank you Sir for correcting me,” I said. Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then “snap” against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times. “Please Sir,” I begged, “no more Sir please.” “Why my pet,” He asks. “Sir I need to cum please Sir,” I answered. “Please Sir I am begging You, please let me cum Sir,” I pleaded. He then put down the crop and walked around in front of me and was running His hands all over my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. He could see that my legs were beginning to shake and whispered in my ear “You may cum my pet when you are ready.” He continued to run His hands all over me and then down between my pussy lips and slowly sliding His fingers all thru my wetness. He got them wet enough to be able to slip His four fingers inside of me to find my g-spot. He could feel me at the brink of exploding and the reached out with His thumb and just lightly brushed my clit. That was all I could take. My head fell backwards as my body trembled and my pussy grasped onto His hand. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It was rushing out of my pussy all over His hand and down my leg. I looked down and I could see the puddle that had formed in the sand below me. Some of it was from me sweating but most was from me cumming and squirting. He reached down and undid my ankles. I was hanging there with my head on His shoulder. I knew once He undid my hands I would not be able to stand up. He balanced me in such a way that when He undid my hands, He was all that was holding me up. He carried me into the house and laid me down on the cool floor. It was a welcome cold all over me. With that He said that He would be right back and He walked out the door. Some how I knew that this was not over. About an hour later He walked back into the house and order me to get up. I looked at Him giving Him a look to please let me rest. And He bent over and slapped my ass very hard and told me to get up again. With that I stood up and stood before Him with my eyes down and my hands folded behind my back. He then told me to go shower. And I did. As I was washing my hair and taking in the coconut essence from my shampoo, I started wonder what He has planned for the night. I knew we had no plans to go out. All I could think of was that He was going to use or do something that had never been done before. And this excited me. I could feel my stomach starting to twinge with anticipation. There were so many things that He had but had not been used on me yet. I could never imagine what He would do. He was always surprising me with something different. Just them I heard a knock at the bathroom door. He asked, “Are you almost done?'” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I didn’t realize how long I had been in the shower. When I got out of the shower I saw my robe sitting there under the towel. I knew that this was what He wanted me to wear. I put it on and went and knelt down on the floor next to Him on the couch. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me to a room of the house that I had not been allowed to go into. He said it was a surprise. We walked in and He had the candle burning already. He also had the champagne on ice. He walked over and poured three glasses of champagne. I looked at Him as to get and answer to why three glasses. But He avoided my look, and I knew not to ask. He handed me a glass and said, “drink it all down.” I did as I was told. He refilled it and said the same thing. So I did. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to one of the candles. He picked up a collar that I had never seen before and placed it ever so gingerly around my neck. I saw a long chair hanging from it and wondered what it connected to. But I knew I would find out. I was told to remove my robe which I did. I felt the chain hanging down between my breasts. The coldness of it was making my nipples hard and taunt. I could tell He liked this by the approving smile on His face. He then took an ace bandage and wrapped my wrists together behind me. I was thinking ‘ooohhhh this is nice, bound but yet still movement’. Then He picked up a roll of duct tape and secured my wrists even more. Now I had no movement at all. The next thing He picked up was a spread bar. He placed it at my ankles and attached it. First my right then my left. He could see that I had butterflies in my stomach by my shaking. He looked into my eyes and said “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” “Yes Sir, you know I trust you Sir,” I answered. “Good girl,” He replied. Then He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel His hands exploring my body inch by inch. He was running His fingers over the chain that hung down to the floor. Then I felt the tension lift off the chain. I could feel it being pulled up over my head and then “click”. He had connected it to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was not only bound but I could not move at all. I felt so open and so exposed. I could hear Him over at the table where the champagne was. He told me to open my mouth and as I did, He lifted a glass to my lips. I could feel the bubbles tickling my nose. He then told me not to move. I could feel the champagne running partly into my mouth and partly down over my breasts. Making my nipples even harder. It was running down over my belly and was making its way right to my clit. I could feel it mixing with my own wetness. He then bent over and licked from my clit up over my tummy, thru the middle of my breasts. Then circling each one to get all of what was poured over them. He then continued up my neck to my lips. I wanted and needed to be kissed so badly and He knew this. This is one thing that He would never hold back from me. He traced my lips with His tongue. I slightly opened my mouth a bit more so when He traced my lips He would also hit my tongue. With that He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as the chain connecting me to the ceiling would allow and engulfed my mouth into His. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’. I could feel Him smile with approval with my lips. I loved to please Him so much. I could feel Him tracing my breasts with His finger tips. And then walking away as His fingers kept in contact with my nipple as long as allowed. I then heard the rattle of the ice in the champagne bucket. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cold sting of the ice cube on my nipples. He had ice in both hands. He just held it upon my nipples. I thought they were going to explode. He ran the ice down my body over my sides and then to my inner thighs. He ran the cubes lightly over my clit switching cubes till they had both melted. I was just about ready to lose it when I felt a feather being dragged across my sides.indian porn story“Sir please no, I am way to ticklish,” I pleaded with Him but to no avail. He kept pulling the feather across my body. I was in tickling agony now. I whimpered almost in tears to Him, “please Sir no more.” And He stopped. He then began running His fingers on the inside of my thighs. I could feel His breath on my neck and on my face. He was teasing me with both His hands on the inside of my thighs just barely hitting my clit. He then whispered in my ear “You know not to cum with out permission.” “Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept running His fingers on both hands from the pinkys to His index fingers over my clit. I was beginning to shake and He knew I needed release.. Just then He told me to cum and I did. I was using the chain that connected me to the ceiling to keep myself from falling over. I was shaking from head to toe. He was holding onto me and I could feel Him shaking from holding me. He unhooked the chain from the ceiling and from the collar. And He gently sat me in a chair that He had placed under me. He removed the spreader bar and my wrist restraints. Then finally He removed my blindfold and kissed me ever so passionately I thought I would cum again. He then laid me on the floor and connected me to eye bolts on the floor and knelt over me. I knew what to do at this point. No words were needed. I opened my mouth and took Him in as far as I could. I could feel Him growing inside of my mouth. I was trying to tease Him by flicking my tongue everywhere but not quite wrapping it around Him yet. I felt Him pinch my nipples hard and I knew this meant to stop teasing Him. But for some reason I just could not stop. He got up and undid my the eye bolts and stood me up. Walked me over to the stockade and placed me in it. Now my head and wrists were not going to move. He stood before me and opened my mouth, and grabbed my hair. He was making sure I would not try to tease Him this time. He had picked up the paddle and whacked my ass with it just to remind me. As He did this I took Him even further into my mouth. I could feel Him hitting the back of my throat. He was holding Himself up by my hair. He dropped the paddle and grabbed my hair with both hands and was pushing Himself are far into my mouth as He could without hurting me. I kept trying to push Him out of my mouth in fear that I would gag. He could sense this and was not happy. He flipped open the stockade and pushed me to the thick rubber mat that was on the floor. He forced my hands up over my head and scolded me not to move them. At this point I knew I would not disobey anything that He said. He pushed my legs open as far as they would go and leaned in towards me. I lifted my hips up in hopes of helping Him. But that was not what He wanted. He got a rope and tied me across the belly down to the mat. He then tied my hands off over my head and then my thighs to the mat spread as far as they would go plus a little more.. Next He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I heard Him get up and the next thing I felt was wax dripping on me just below my chest. It was getting hotter and hotter. I knew He was bringing it closer and closer to my skin. He could see me jump with each drop that fell on me. He put down the candle and knelt between my legs again and said “You will not move this time.” “Yes Sir,” I struggled to say. He ran His cock up and down from my clit to the bottom of my lips very slowly. It took all of what was in me not to move. He continued to tease me.. “Please Sir,” I begged “I need you inside of me Sir. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He leaned down and whispered “those were the words I was waiting to hear my pet.” And He kissed me and as He did He slid in me. I came almost instantly. And Him feeling my pussy contract around Him tightly made Him cum. He came with so much force I thought He would never stop coming. It felt so good. I never wanted to loose this feeling. While still inside of me, He untied me and we just laid there in each others arms. I felt so safe, so secure, and so very protected.

A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her cheating on me one night when I came home from work early.When we first met I thought she was kind of a slut because I had seen her out before at some of the local bars and she always seemed to have a lot of guys hanging around and talking to her. She would dance with anybody and always wanted to be the center of attention. Several times I would see her leave with three, four, five or more guys.One night when I finally decided to she what she was about I asked her to dance and we started talking. She said she was looking for a good man that would treat her right and not run around on her. We sat and talked and had a few drinks and when I asked her if she would like to come over for a nightcap after the bar closed she agreed. That’s how we got hooked up. I have a good job and treat my women with respect and thought she would appreciate me. Wrong!I had suspected she was cheating on me for a couple of months before I caught her. We were living together and one night I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another guy. I pulled in the drive and saw an unfamiliar car. I figured one of her girlfriends stopped by. When I came in the house I heard noise coming from upstairs and I went up to let her know I was home. When I opened the bedroom door I saw a guy zip up his pants and grab his shoes and my girlfriend pulling on a T-shirt. I was in shock. Before I could say anything, the guy ran by me, down the stairs and out the door. Becca sat there on the bed and started crying saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I told her I didn’t care how sorry she was and to get the fuck out of my house. She left and came by the next day to gather up her things.A few months later I stopped in a bar that I seldom go in to and when I went to the men’s room I saw the following scrawled on the wall:BECCA DAVIES IS A SLUT! I hear that! I did her too! SO DID I Me and two buddies banged her one night I NAILED HER, JR. me too Dean I was in a 7 man train on her Dave Only 7? She fucked me and 11 other guys one night at a party. Yeah I was there too. That bitch loves a gang-bang! I was at two bangs with her. One was 9 guys and she did 7 the next night. Rob Damn, has anyone in town NOT fucked her? Probably not! She told me once her fantasy is to screw 50 men in one night I’m there. Just name when and where?Well, you know how guys are after they have had a few. You see a message on a wall in a men’s room and everybody thinks they are a comedian. I thought it was pretty funny and didn’t give it much thought. Then a couple weeks later I stopped in the same bar again I went into the rest room to read the comments again and have a laugh. and I saw this added to the comments about Becca:ATTENTION EVERYONE, I talked to Becca and told her I would arrange a gangbang for her and she said cool.Place and time to be announced. Check back.NOTICE: Becca Davies said she is ready to do a gangbang with as many guys as I can find. Friday, July 4th at 9pm at Lake Shore Park, back pavilion. Everyone is invited. Tell all your friends.I thought that was hilarious! Then I went back to the bar and got another beer. While I was standing at the bar I heard a couple of guys talking. One guy was saying he knew who she was and a buddy of his told him it was really going to happen. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to have to check this out.’The day of the big event came and I made my preparations. I packed a twelve of Michelob and a couple of sandwiches in a cooler and headed for the park about 6 pm. I knew the place where it was supposed to happen backed up to a nice stand of trees where I could hide and be well covered but still have a nice view. There is a factory on the other side of the woods behind the park and I knew it would be closed for the holiday weekend. I drove there, parked my truck and made my way thought the woods to a spot behind the pavilion where I could watch and not be seen, cracked a beer and waited.About 8:00 I saw a couple of cars pull in to the parking lot with about three or four guys in each. They just sat there in the cars and drank some beer. Around 8:30 another car pulled in and two guys and Becca got out. They looked at the other cars and waved and all the guys got out. Then they all headed over to the pavilion. There were seven guys in the other cars and the two guys and Becca. They sat on a picnic table and were talking, drinking and laughing.About 9:15 another car pulls in and five guys get out and walk over. I hear Becca whoop and say, “Let’s party!” She is only wearing a sundress and sandals and she just lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. All the guys start whistling and yelling and undoing their pants. Becca starts dancing to music on a radio that someone brought and the guys start rubbing her and squeezing her tits and ass. Pretty soon she is lying on the table and the guys start to form a couple of lines to begin the sex.So now there are 14 guys standing in line to fuck and be sucked by my Ex. To tell the truth, I was getting pretty turned on by seeing this. Becca was laying on the table and the guys started by having her suck their cocks and when they got good and hard they would climb on the table and fuck her.After a little while three more cars pulled in and 11 guys got out to join the party. Becca was really getting into it and the newcomers jumped right in. She was on her knees taking it up the ass while sucking two guys at once. Then she was sandwiched between two guys getting it in the pussy and ass.One group of guys from the first to arrive were done and went to their car and leave. Meanwhile, the rest were going strong. Another car pulled in and five guys got out, walked over and pile on. I was keeping a count of the coming and going of cars until about 1:00. I counted 18 cars and one van and when I got to 50 guys I quit counting. I knew Becca liked to fuck but I was amazed at her stamina.There was a lot of drinking going on along with the fucking and I noticed not a lot of attention was being paid to who was there. I decided I was going to get in on some of this action and worked my way to the edge of the parking lot. When another car pulled in and four guys got out I snuck in behind them and walked up to the pavilion. By now Becca was so drunk and sexed up that she couldn’t tell who was doing what. I got in line behind a couple of guys to take my turn with her. I was already hard so I opened my pants and freed my cock. I always carry a couple of rubbers with me just in case I need one so I slipped one on so I would be ready when my turn came. Some of the other guys were using them too, but most weren’t so I didn’t want to risk catching anything.The guy in front of me was screwing her now while she was sucking on a black guy’s dick. She was on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The guy in front of me blew his load and pulled out so now it was my turn. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me because the black dude she was sucking was practically sitting on her face. He was pretty large and he was shoving his cock all the way down her throat and she was taking it with out so much as a single gag. I could see her throat bulge with his every thrust. I decided to fuck her in the ass so I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass was now on the edge of the table and I guided my cock to her poop shoot and started to push it in. She was pretty well loose and lubed from all the other cocks that had already been there so I slid right in. I started pumping and it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my wad. I was watching the black guys 10 incher sliding in and out of her face and stretching her neck and I never came so hard in my life! It was fantastic.After I was done I stepped aside and let the next guy in line move into position. I stayed around a while to watch some of the other action up close. It was a much better view than from my hiding place. I noticed that her dress had been trampled on and kicked away from the table a bit so I walked over by it and kicked it more toward my hiding place. I thought it would be cool if she couldn’t find it and had to go home naked. After a few more minutes I left behind a group of guys that were going back to the parking lot to leave and snuck back to the woods and back to my hiding place. I found a long stick and reached through the brush and snagged the dress. Then I got comfortable, opened another beer and watched some more banging.It was about 3:00 now and things were winding down. Most of the guys had left and Becca was passed out. There were six or seven guys sitting on the table drinking beer and rubbing Becca’s tits and their dicks. They were trying to get another stiffy to fuck her one more time before leaving. That’s when I heard some motorcycles heading in. It looked like about 20 Harleys and a couple of trikes. Word must have gotten to the local biker’s club and they came to check it out. The guys sitting at the table quickly did up their pants and looked at each other not knowing what to do. I’m sure they were not ready to rumble, (not that they would have any chance against 20-25 bikers), so when one of the hogs said, “We heard there was some slut giving a gang bang so we came to see. Guess your party is over, now it’s our turn.” They didn’t argue. They just got up, walked to the parking lot and left.The bikers didn’t care that Becca was passed out. They fucked her hard. They fucked her in the ass and pussy. They jerked off on her face and in her hair. Then one guy said, “Man, she’s all loose and worn out. Let’s just skull fuck her.” They laid her on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the table. Then they lined up and fucked her mouth one at a time. I thought they were going to break her neck the way they were pounding away. Even though she was unconscious her gag reflex was not working. One after the other they pumped their cocks down her throat and shot their loads. From my angle I could see the sperm running out of her mouth and down her face into her hair after each guy pulled out. I hoped they wouldn’t drown her.After they were all spent one of the guys went over to a trike and got his Rottie and brought him back. A couple of the other bikers flipped Becca over and lifted her ass in the air and held her up while they let the dog fuck her. After the dog was done one of the guys said, “Maybe we should wash her off some.” They all started laughing and then got up on the table and pissed on her. Then they got on their bikes and left.It was about 5:30 and still too dark to make it back through the woods to my truck so I sat and had another beer waiting for daylight. Then I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20 and a bright hot summer day. I peered through the bushes and saw a cop walking toward the pavilion. Someone must have made a report about all the traffic from last night. And there, lying on top of the picnic table, was Becca. Passed out, completely naked, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles and used rubbers. Covered with dried cum and piss. What a mess!The cop looked at her a couple of minutes shaking his head. I don’t think he wanted to touch her because he took out his nightstick and gently nudged her with it until she woke up. Becca sat up with a start and looked around and saw the cop. Then she put her head down and puked up a big puddle of cum, right on the cop’s shoes! He stepped back and asked her what happened and if she was all right. She said she was fine and that she just had a little too much to drink last night. He asked her how she got there and where her clothes were. Becca said she couldn’t remember. The cop said, “Well, I’m sorry but I am going to have to take you in on a public indecency charge. He then put the cuffs on her and led her to his cruiser, put her in the back and covered her with a blanket. Then he left.Well I guess there must have been close to 100 guys that did Becca that night. She got her fantasy and then some. You can file this under Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but I know what I saw. Wish I had thought to bring my video camera. That would have made one Hell of a movie.

A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her cheating on me one night when I came home from work early.When we first met I thought she was kind of a slut because I had seen her out before at some of the local bars and she always seemed to have a lot of guys hanging around and talking to her. She would dance with anybody and always wanted to be the center of attention. Several times I would see her leave with three, four, five or more guys.One night when I finally decided to she what she was about I asked her to dance and we started talking. She said she was looking for a good man that would treat her right and not run around on her. We sat and talked and had a few drinks and when I asked her if she would like to come over for a nightcap after the bar closed she agreed. That’s how we got hooked up. I have a good job and treat my women with respect and thought she would appreciate me. Wrong!I had suspected she was cheating on me for a couple of months before I caught her. We were living together and one night I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another guy. I pulled in the drive and saw an unfamiliar car. I figured one of her girlfriends stopped by. When I came in the house I heard noise coming from upstairs and I went up to let her know I was home. When I opened the bedroom door I saw a guy zip up his pants and grab his shoes and my girlfriend pulling on a T-shirt. I was in shock. Before I could say anything, the guy ran by me, down the stairs and out the door. Becca sat there on the bed and started crying saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I told her I didn’t care how sorry she was and to get the fuck out of my house. She left and came by the next day to gather up her things.A few months later I stopped in a bar that I seldom go in to and when I went to the men’s room I saw the following scrawled on the wall:BECCA DAVIES IS A SLUT! I hear that! I did her too! SO DID I Me and two buddies banged her one night I NAILED HER, JR. me too Dean I was in a 7 man train on her Dave Only 7? She fucked me and 11 other guys one night at a party. Yeah I was there too. That bitch loves a gang-bang! I was at two bangs with her. One was 9 guys and she did 7 the next night. Rob Damn, has anyone in town NOT fucked her? Probably not! She told me once her fantasy is to screw 50 men in one night I’m there. Just name when and where?Well, you know how guys are after they have had a few. You see a message on a wall in a men’s room and everybody thinks they are a comedian. I thought it was pretty funny and didn’t give it much thought. Then a couple weeks later I stopped in the same bar again I went into the rest room to read the comments again and have a laugh. and I saw this added to the comments about Becca:ATTENTION EVERYONE, I talked to Becca and told her I would arrange a gangbang for her and she said cool.Place and time to be announced. Check back.NOTICE: Becca Davies said she is ready to do a gangbang with as many guys as I can find. Friday, July 4th at 9pm at Lake Shore Park, back pavilion. Everyone is invited. Tell all your friends.I thought that was hilarious! Then I went back to the bar and got another beer. While I was standing at the bar I heard a couple of guys talking. One guy was saying he knew who she was and a buddy of his told him it was really going to happen. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to have to check this out.’The day of the big event came and I made my preparations. I packed a twelve of Michelob and a couple of sandwiches in a cooler and headed for the park about 6 pm. I knew the place where it was supposed to happen backed up to a nice stand of trees where I could hide and be well covered but still have a nice view. There is a factory on the other side of the woods behind the park and I knew it would be closed for the holiday weekend. I drove there, parked my truck and made my way thought the woods to a spot behind the pavilion where I could watch and not be seen, cracked a beer and waited.About 8:00 I saw a couple of cars pull in to the parking lot with about three or four guys in each. They just sat there in the cars and drank some beer. Around 8:30 another car pulled in and two guys and Becca got out. They looked at the other cars and waved and all the guys got out. Then they all headed over to the pavilion. There were seven guys in the other cars and the two guys and Becca. They sat on a picnic table and were talking, drinking and laughing.About 9:15 another car pulls in and five guys get out and walk over. I hear Becca whoop and say, “Let’s party!” She is only wearing a sundress and sandals and she just lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. All the guys start whistling and yelling and undoing their pants. Becca starts dancing to music on a radio that someone brought and the guys start rubbing her and squeezing her tits and ass. Pretty soon she is lying on the table and the guys start to form a couple of lines to begin the sex.So now there are 14 guys standing in line to fuck and be sucked by my Ex. To tell the truth, I was getting pretty turned on by seeing this. Becca was laying on the table and the guys started by having her suck their cocks and when they got good and hard they would climb on the table and fuck her.After a little while three more cars pulled in and 11 guys got out to join the party. Becca was really getting into it and the newcomers jumped right in. She was on her knees taking it up the ass while sucking two guys at once. Then she was sandwiched between two guys getting it in the pussy and ass.One group of guys from the first to arrive were done and went to their car and leave. Meanwhile, the rest were going strong. Another car pulled in and five guys got out, walked over and pile on. I was keeping a count of the coming and going of cars until about 1:00. I counted 18 cars and one van and when I got to 50 guys I quit counting. I knew Becca liked to fuck but I was amazed at her stamina.There was a lot of drinking going on along with the fucking and I noticed not a lot of attention was being paid to who was there. I decided I was going to get in on some of this action and worked my way to the edge of the parking lot. When another car pulled in and four guys got out I snuck in behind them and walked up to the pavilion. By now Becca was so drunk and sexed up that she couldn’t tell who was doing what. I got in line behind a couple of guys to take my turn with her. I was already hard so I opened my pants and freed my cock. I always carry a couple of rubbers with me just in case I need one so I slipped one on so I would be ready when my turn came. Some of the other guys were using them too, but most weren’t so I didn’t want to risk catching anything.The guy in front of me was screwing her now while she was sucking on a black guy’s dick. She was on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The guy in front of me blew his load and pulled out so now it was my turn. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me because the black dude she was sucking was practically sitting on her face. He was pretty large and he was shoving his cock all the way down her throat and she was taking it with out so much as a single gag. I could see her throat bulge with his every thrust. I decided to fuck her in the ass so I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass was now on the edge of the table and I guided my cock to her poop shoot and started to push it in. She was pretty well loose and lubed from all the other cocks that had already been there so I slid right in. I started pumping and it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my wad. I was watching the black guys 10 incher sliding in and out of her face and stretching her neck and I never came so hard in my life! It was fantastic.After I was done I stepped aside and let the next guy in line move into position. I stayed around a while to watch some of the other action up close. It was a much better view than from my hiding place. I noticed that her dress had been trampled on and kicked away from the table a bit so I walked over by it and kicked it more toward my hiding place. I thought it would be cool if she couldn’t find it and had to go home naked. After a few more minutes I left behind a group of guys that were going back to the parking lot to leave and snuck back to the woods and back to my hiding place. I found a long stick and reached through the brush and snagged the dress. Then I got comfortable, opened another beer and watched some more banging.It was about 3:00 now and things were winding down. Most of the guys had left and Becca was passed out. There were six or seven guys sitting on the table drinking beer and rubbing Becca’s tits and their dicks. They were trying to get another stiffy to fuck her one more time before leaving. That’s when I heard some motorcycles heading in. It looked like about 20 Harleys and a couple of trikes. Word must have gotten to the local biker’s club and they came to check it out. The guys sitting at the table quickly did up their pants and looked at each other not knowing what to do. I’m sure they were not ready to rumble, (not that they would have any chance against 20-25 bikers), so when one of the hogs said, “We heard there was some slut giving a gang bang so we came to see. Guess your party is over, now it’s our turn.” They didn’t argue. They just got up, walked to the parking lot and left.The bikers didn’t care that Becca was passed out. They fucked her hard. They fucked her in the ass and pussy. They jerked off on her face and in her hair. Then one guy said, “Man, she’s all loose and worn out. Let’s just skull fuck her.” They laid her on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the table. Then they lined up and fucked her mouth one at a time. I thought they were going to break her neck the way they were pounding away. Even though she was unconscious her gag reflex was not working. One after the other they pumped their cocks down her throat and shot their loads. From my angle I could see the sperm running out of her mouth and down her face into her hair after each guy pulled out. I hoped they wouldn’t drown her.After they were all spent one of the guys went over to a trike and got his Rottie and brought him back. A couple of the other bikers flipped Becca over and lifted her ass in the air and held her up while they let the dog fuck her. After the dog was done one of the guys said, “Maybe we should wash her off some.” They all started laughing and then got up on the table and pissed on her. Then they got on their bikes and left.It was about 5:30 and still too dark to make it back through the woods to my truck so I sat and had another beer waiting for daylight. Then I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20 and a bright hot summer day. I peered through the bushes and saw a cop walking toward the pavilion. Someone must have made a report about all the traffic from last night. And there, lying on top of the picnic table, was Becca. Passed out, completely naked, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles and used rubbers. Covered with dried cum and piss. What a mess!The cop looked at her a couple of minutes shaking his head. I don’t think he wanted to touch her because he took out his nightstick and gently nudged her with it until she woke up. Becca sat up with a start and looked around and saw the cop. Then she put her head down and puked up a big puddle of cum, right on the cop’s shoes! He stepped back and asked her what happened and if she was all right. She said she was fine and that she just had a little too much to drink last night. He asked her how she got there and where her clothes were. Becca said she couldn’t remember. The cop said, “Well, I’m sorry but I am going to have to take you in on a public indecency charge. He then put the cuffs on her and led her to his cruiser, put her in the back and covered her with a blanket. Then he left.Well I guess there must have been close to 100 guys that did Becca that night. She got her fantasy and then some. You can file this under Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but I know what I saw. Wish I had thought to bring my video camera. That would have made one Hell of a movie.