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From Student to Trailer Slut by Jules

Tina was just finishing packing when her mother came in. Honey you really have to stop pouting it will be good for you to get away from those books and spend some time with your sister and her friends.Don't you mean the trailer park slut's her mom looked at her an said being a mommy is a great thing and just walked away.




Tina was out in front of the house gazing the grounds. God she would miss the place a whole summer with her sister and her rug rat's what could be worse. The cab pulled up and her mom hugged her good bye be nice to your sister's and who knows helping take care of the baby might be good practice" mom you know i never want kid's so please don't start. With that she got in the cab and?waved goodbye.



On the ride over tina smiled to her self at least she would have fun throwing it in her sister's face that she was starting her freshman year at brown on her way to being a successful business women and Terry would always be nothing but a trailer park slut.



The cab pulled into the camp it was a long ride 3 hours had passed and now she was in a whole different world filled with rusted old camper's and sluts with strollers.She watched as they pushing there babies what fools Tina thought to herself.



As the cab pulled up to the camper there was Terry in front sitting with her baby.Tina looked at her sister she was 20 2 years older than tina even after the baby she still was a knock out . "Hi sis how is motherhood.Wonderful you don't know what your missing. AS Tina got closer she noticed her sister was nursing little sammy in her arms. "Dam Terry nursing is so low class can't you a least bottle feed the little brat".I see you did not change a bit in 2 years still a snob. No just want do something with my life not someone she smiled very funny.They took Tina bag's in the camper it was very roomie for a camper full of baby stuff though.



As tina settled in Mike, Terry husband came in ."Hi tina hows my sister in-law" Fine . Behind him was another white trash couple. "this is Kelly and her man jon" The next few day's were filled with fight's about her not willing to help with the baby. till final one day she blurted out in front of all her friends i hate babies always have you white trash slut her sister ran away crying. "Dam kelly said someone has got to teach miss high and might a lesson" yea Mike said i know what would take her down a peg or two.



Later that week Mike came up to Tina "Tina i know you think were trailer park scum" oh Mike that is not true it's just i am to smart for this place .Its not you you can't help it i just love books and studying. well we decided its best if you get your own trailer were setting one up for you really thank you i can final studying in peace . Just one thing will you come to the party tonight its one of the kids birthday here and that always a big deal okay i will.



As it got dark tina walked over to her new trailer the people were gathered around the fire dancing and enjoy the night they were singing happy birthday to the baby. Mike walked up "Hi tina would you like a drink or are you to young oh please give me that.Mike smiled a handed her the drink 2 hours later Tina was very drunk .Soon she stumbling to her new trailer as she she open the door and walked in.



she sat down she saw that there was a baby crib in her room and some books on the night stand .The title's were babies first days and how to nurse. she was throwing them out when terry,mike and kelly husband walked in with kelly baby. "Hi sis she smiled i see your having a good time pointing to tina tits she looked down they were pointing out it must be the drug we gave you its a fertility drug but it makes you horny to. "Terry what have you done to me i am not doing anything but Mike and Jon are going to give you motherhood 101. With that i was pushed into the crib as my sister held me down Mike pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra as my tits bounced out mike smiled "my baby is going to love these .they both took a nipple in their mouth and slowly sucked and played with my tits. my sister played with my hair and leaned on my arms this is good practice if you have twins besides a lot of people need baby sitters around here she laughed Mike began moving down as Jon kept sucking my tits one then the other while my sister held me in place you are o lucky Mike is such a good daddy. I felt my pants come off than my panties "i hope i am the first as he eat my pussy ohhh i moaned dam him he was the first i was going to wait till college to have sex after a few minutes i was there fuck toy i kept cumming it was so embarassng watching them smile and laugh with each orgasm soon Mike said beg for it"please dam you fuck me but use a condom i cant have a baby in school. " Oh silly girl Terry said there's no school for you just mommy 101. laughing as mike pumped me soon he was cumming. " You will look so cute nursing your baby my littl low class slut of a sister Terry said with a smile.I cold not belive i was enjoying this but i never wanted it to stop. After i came for the 4 time i was up for anything.I leaned all about doggie style and even let them tape me riding first Mike then jon and begging for there baby i spent the est of the night learning to give head.Terry told me alot of girls there have tmj and i would have to help out with there husbands.



I spent the next 2 months fuckin both Mike and Jon and taking care of ther brats till i went home. My mom was so thrilled at the new's i was pregnant and of course being catholic there was no option so by next summer i had my baby i was glad it was over. My sister had agreed to raise him and my mom took me there to drop him off"there is my little mommy Mike said as he greeted me not for long i said. I took little Mike into the trailer. There i saw a banner that said welcome Tina our new mommy are mother drove off and Terry closed the door as Kelly and Jon walked in. Terry said "you can either live on the street's or with us. Mom is not going to help a girl who give up her baby. "now sit down and relax . I sat down and gave little mike his bottle "oh no my sister said as she undid my shirt you will be a real mommy . Since i had no money i did as i was told bringing his little infant mouth to my nipple i rocked back and fourth nursng my son. I don't know what came over me but soon i was coo and baby talking to him. Kelly said "At least i know who will take taker of this one as she rubbed her big belly.



That was a year ago my second baby was just born and now im nursing 2 babies and taken care of little mike and 2 toddlers. Plus i baby sit the other babies in the park. My sister went back to school with the money my mom saved for me. while i spend my days pushing babies in stroller and nursing them in the park with the other mother's and my nights are spent either on my knee's or my back i am sure another little bundle of joy will be on his way soon. I hate to say it but i love the sex and i am beginning to love being a mommy too. I hate it that my sister is alway's smiling and telling me how cute i look nursing all the babies i will have i hate it but she has won. . My sister loves to have her friend's and mine come by to show how i have changed from stuck up bitch to nursing mommy. Of course some of my friends are more stuck up then even me but thats another story.

The Hitchhiker Joyce by Just Plain Bob

My wife Joyce was a virgin when we married and I might as well have been one considering how little sexual experience I had. The novelty of sex itself kept us pretty occupied for the first couple of years. Most of our experimenting was along the lines of position changes - going from missionary to doggie style was a big thing for us. Thanksgiving dinner at my brother's house changed all that for us.




Thanksgiving dinner was a rotating family affair. One year my sister had the family over, then it was our turn and then the next year it was my brother Jeff's turn. Joyce's family was 1400 miles away so they didn't enter into the mix. Dinner at Jeff's was the same as dinner at everyone else's, depending on timing it was watch football and then eat dinner, eat and then watch football or watch football and eat at the same time. About halfway through the afternoon I began to notice that Joyce was a little on the nervous side. I also noticed that she was going to the bathroom almost once every hour and I started wondering if she was okay. After her fourth trip to the bathroom in as many hours I asked her if she was all right. She gave me an odd look, but said that she was fine.



It wasn't until we got home that night that I found out what had happened. Joyce had gone to use the bathroom and she noticed that there was a small magazine rack between the toilet and the vanity counter. She reached down and pulled out one of the magazines and started thumbing through it. It was a copy of Penthouse Letters and as she leafed through it she became curious and started reading some of the letters.



"You won't believe some of the stuff I read" and she took it out of her purse and handed it to me. She had kept on going back to the bathroom so she could read more of the magazine and she finally ended up sneaking into her purse and bringing it home with her. "Turn to page twelve" she said, I did and so began our journey toward sexual discovery.



I know it is going to sound like we were very na?ve (and we were) but even though I ate Joyce's pussy a lot (she loved it) and she sucked my cock a lot (I loved it) we had never even thought of doing it at the same time. Page twelve changed that. The letters on page twelve and succeeding pages were all on oral sex and after reading the letters we tried sixty-nine for the very first time and we both loved it. The next night we tried something from another letter - I ate Joyce after I'd made love to her - my very first cream pie. There were plenty of other letters and we got hot reading them and then we fucked like horny teenagers.



The following Monday when I got home from work Joyce said, "Guess what I did today? I went out and got the new issue of Penthouse Letters and I sent in the little card to get a subscription."



From the point on PHL became our sexual road map. We would read the letters, get new ideas and then put them into practice. We tried anal sex for the first time and after the initial discomfort Joyce found that she loved it. We had sex in public places where the chance of getting discovered existed and we tried role-playing and had a lot of fun. But the letters that turned on Joyce the most were the ones where men watched their wives and the ones where a wife would have sex with a black man. I didn't really know how I felt about either of those two, but it didn't matter because they were only fantasies. It was obvious that the letters covering those subjects were Joyce's favorites because when she read them she became insatiable. For four or five days after reading an issue with either or both of those topics she couldn't keep her hands off of me. Just out of curiosity, one day I asked her if she ever planned on trying either of them for real.



"Don't be silly. The idea turns me on, but no way could I ever become that big of a slut."



A couple of years went by and, thanks to PHL and magazines like it, our sex life hummed right along. Even though Joyce and I never discussed her two favorite fantasies in detail, at least as far as actually doing them, we did act them out in the bedroom.



Because Joyce's family lived 1400 miles away we spent one week of vacation with them a year and we went to see them every other Christmas. It was summer vacation and we were on our way to visit them. We were headed east on I-70 and it was raining buckets. We saw a figure up ahead walking along the Interstate, shoulders hunched down against the driving rain, not even trying to thumb a ride. In this day and age hardly anyone will pick up a hitchhiker and whoever it was on the side of the road had probably given up trying. Normally I don't pick up hikers either, but it was raining hard and it was at least twenty-five miles to the next exit so I stopped and told him to get in the back.



He was a young black man and he said he was on his way to Hayes, Kansas when his car broke down. We were an hour and a half from Hayes so I told him I could take him all the way. He thanked me and then leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. For the next ten minutes it was very quiet in the car except for the sound of the windshield wipers and tire noise. Joyce kept glancing into the back seat and then back at me. Finally she said, "He doesn't know us and we will never see him again" and before her words had a chance to register on me she turned and climbed over the seat into the back. I took my foot off the gas and was about to hit the brakes when Joyce said, "Please honey, just keep driving please?"



I looked in the rear view to see that she had already taken off her sweatshirt (she usually goes bra-less on trips) and had pulled the man's mouth to her tits. No way I can stop her now, I thought, at least not without doing major damage to our relationship. The possibility that her actions might just have done the damage was something I wouldn't know till it was over and we had a chance to talk. I wasn't too sure that I was going to be happy about what was taking place; when it was a fantasy it was one thing, but now?



I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could keep an eye on things and went back to driving. I kept glancing into the rear view and then back at the road so I missed a lot, but I saw enough to realize that what Joyce was doing was turning me on. The man had one of her tits in his mouth and he was squeezing the other one as Joyce's hands were busy trying to get his cock out of his pants. As soon as she had it free she started to jack him off. The man ran a hand down inside Joyce's sweatpants and she moaned as his fingers found her opening. For a couple of minutes she stroked his cock while he sucked her tits and finger fucked her and then she suddenly pulled away from him, pushed off her sweats and panties and straddled the man. I couldn't see from my angle, but I heard her sudden intake of breath when the man's cock split her pussy lips and went into her cunt. For the next ten or twelve miles all I could see was Joyce's back as she rode up and down on the black man's cock, but I could hear her as she moaned, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me."



Finally I heard the man gasp "I'm gonna cum lady, I'm gonna cum." I expected Joyce to get off of him and finish him by hand, but she stayed where she was and moaned, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me."



I hoped to god she had her diaphragm in because I know she hadn't put a rubber on him. Joyce climbed off the man and she looked into the mirror and into my eyes, "I'm sorry honey. I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden I just had to do it."



There wasn't a whole lot I could say to that, but what I was going to say was, "Get back up here and take care of me now" because my cock was as hard as a rock. However, before I could say that I noticed her hand move over to the black man's limp dick and start to fondle it and after a minute or so it began to grow again. Between watching the road and watching the mirror I missed the transition, but all of a sudden she had her head in the man's lap, he had his hands on the back of her head and was fucking her Joyce's mouth. Another fifteen miles and I heard him say, "Here it comes, here it comes" and I saw him arch up and I knew that my wife had just taken a mouthful of cum. She kept her mouth on him and in another five miles it was hard enough again to suit her. She lay back on the seat, spread her legs and the man moved between them. For the next thirty miles I watched a black ass with white hands on it move up and down while Joyce moaned with pleasure and begged him not to stop. For the third time since we picked him up I heard him say he was going to cum and again I heard Joyce say, "Give it to me, give it to me." The man gave a grunt and fell forward on top of Joyce and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her.



She was sitting next to the man, stroking his cock, as I rolled past the Hayes city limit sign.



"Where would you like me to let you off" I asked.



He grinned, "I've never in my life had a ride like this one and I would like to show my thanks. If you'll take me to my house I'll have you in for dinner. That way you won't have to stop at a restaurant."



I saw in the mirror that Joyce's hand had his cock erect again and I was all set to say no thanks when Joyce said, "We would like that, wouldn't we honey."



I knew damned well if I stopped at that house that the only thing that was going to get fed was Joyce's pussy so I said, "We are running way behind sweetie and I think we should keep moving."



Joyce, in a very pleading tone of voice said, "Please honey, do it for me, please?"



I was right! We were no sooner in the house than the two of them were tearing off clothes. The black man (we still didn't know his name) sat down on the couch and Joyce knelt between his legs and started sucking his cock. After several minutes she stopped sucking his cock and climbed on top of him and sat on his dick. For the first time I actually got to see his dark pole slide into her white body and I have to admit that it was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. I'd had a hard on since Joyce had climbed into the back seat and it had been my intention to pull over to the side of the road after we dropped off the man and fuck Joyce myself.



Watching that black cock sliding into her had me thinking that I was going to have to pull my cock out and start beating it and I was reaching for my zipper when the front door opened and a black man and black woman walked in. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of what was going on in front of them and then the woman said, "For Christ's sake Norman, at least have the decency to take her into the bedroom. I don't want stains all over my couch."



The sound of her voice caused Joyce to turn around and her hands automatically went to cover her tits. The woman laughed, "Don't bother honey. You're not the first one of Norman's sluts that I've seen."



Joyce looked a little on the embarrassed side as she and Norman got off the couch and Norman led her toward the back of the house. The woman looked at me, "You going with them?"



I shook my head no.



"You her pimp?"



Again I shook my head no and said, "I'm her husband."



She gave me an odd look, "You do this often? Take her to fuck other men?"



I gave her a rueful smile, "No. This is the first time" and I explained Joyce's fantasy and how we had picked up Norman and what had happened since. While I was talking to the woman the black man who had come in with her walked to the back of the house. He came back after a couple of minutes and sat down in an easy chair. He turned on the TV, but it couldn't hold his interest and he kept looking toward the back of the house. The woman said, "Is this going to be the only time, or are you going to let her make a habit of it?"



It was an interesting question and I told her that I had no idea where this episode was going to take us. She noticed the man on the easy chair looking toward the back of the house and finally said, "For God's sake Harold, just go!"



He was out of the chair like a horse out of the starting gate and heading for the back of the house. The woman said, "I don't know what it is about black men and white pussy. It must be something that is hard wired into their brains. She ever had two men at the same time before?"



I shook my head no and she said, "Well, we better keep them two away from the phone or we will end up with half the black dicks in the neighborhood in here and it might be days before you can get back on the road. By the way, I'm Jolene" and she offered me her hand. I introduced myself and she said, "You want to stay here and talk to me or would you rather go see what your wife looks like with two dicks to play with?"



Actually I did want to go and see, but this woman and her matter of fact attitude toward her husband/boyfriend/brother (whatever) fucking my wife intrigued me. "I'll stay with you, at least for a while."



She laughed, "You wondering what dark meat is like? You going to try and get your dick in me?"



I told her no (and I thought I detected a little disappointment in her eyes when I said it) and that I was just curious about her attitude toward what was going on in the bedroom.



"Do you let him do things like that very often?"



She laughed, "No sugar, normally I'd scratch the eyes out of any slut I caught even looking at Harold, but not this time. She's white and I know that black men have a huge curiosity about what they are like. As long as she is here and is fucking Norman I'll let Harold satisfy his curiosity."



"How about you" I asked, "You curious about white men?"



She laughed, "Oh you smoothie. You do want a piece of my black ass, don't you?"



I'm sure that I blushed, "No, I'm just curious about whether the back white thing holds for the women also."



"I don't think so" she said, "Most of the women I know get pissed when they see their menfolk look at white women, but I don't see them trying out white men. How about white men? Are they like white women in their desire to try out a little black meat?"



I had to think about that for a moment or two. "I don't think so. Most guys I know just want pussy and they don't seem to care if it is white, black, red, yellow or even green."



"Well sugar, I've never really thought about doing a white man, but you are here and if I know Harold and Norman as well as I think I do you are going to be here for quite a while so I might as well see what you got."



If I had any choice in the matter it was gone when she reached over and felt the lump in my trousers. I said, "You know that after all that I've watched that I'm going to cum pretty quick."



She giggled, "I can take care of that sugar. Trust me on that."



She took me by the hand and led me toward the back of the house and past the bedroom where Norman and Harold were fucking Joyce and I stopped for a moment to watch. Joyce was sitting on Harold's cock and she was bent forward so Norman could stuff his cock up her ass. Her tits were swinging from side to side and she was moaning, "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh god yes" as the two cocks moved in and out of her.



Jolene gave me a tug and led me into the back bedroom. She sucked my cock and I came almost immediately (I was a gentleman - I told her it was on the way), but she kept my dick in her mouth until I was hard again and then she fucked me. Then she asked me if I would mind eating her pussy, "I got to warn you - I fucked Harold before we went to the store and I haven't cleaned myself yet."



I grinned and dove right in and listened to her squeal as I sucked her pussy. She twisted around and went into a sixty-nine with me until she got me hard again and then she straddled me and fucked me. We had just finished when we heard Joyce cry out and then the cry was choked off. Jolene giggled, "Sounds like the white slut just had a cock stuck in her mouth."



We got up and walked to the other bedroom and looked in. "I told you we needed to keep them away from the phone."



There were five men in the room and the reason for Joyce's cry was obvious - the black man working his cock into her ass had the biggest cock I had ever seen. "Oh my" Jolene said, "I never realized that Ozzie was so well equipped. Maybe I shouldn't have slapped his face the last time he made a pass at me." She giggled and said, "If he ever does it again ... oh fuck, come on sugar, you're not going to get her out of here any time soon. We may as well join the party."



She led me over to the bed, pushed me down next to the three guys and my wife and climbed on top of me. Joyce saw me out of the corner of her eye, but never took her mouth off of the cock in it to say anything. I did think I saw disapproval in her eyes, but if that's what it was I ignored it. The rest of the night was pure orgy as all six of us guys took turns on the two women. I did have to smile at the pissed off expression on Harold's face as he watched Ozzie slide his huge cock into Jolene and the look on Jolene's face told me that it was something that was going to happen again and again - whether Harold liked it or not.



It was eight in the morning before we were ready to hit the road again. Jolene had offered to fix breakfast for us, but I knew that if we sat down and took the time to fix breakfast and then eat it the orgy would start up all over again. Norman asked us to stop back on the way home and I saw from the look in Joyce's eyes that she was going to work on me to do just that. Jolene walked us to the car and as Joyce was getting in on the passenger side Jolene kissed me. "Hey whiteboy, I don't want to scare you, but if you stop here again you might never get that slut of yours back home. What happened here last night will be known by every black cock in this town by noon today. If you come back God alone only knows how many she'll have to take on. God knows that after last night I'm going to be fighting them off for a long time to come."



"That's her problem" I said, "She started it and I know she's going to work on me to stop on the way back. Just you make sure that Ozzie leaves enough for me, okay?"



She giggled, "You noticed? I hope Harold didn't."



She kissed me again and I got in the car.



"What was that all about" Joyce wanted to know. "Nothing. Just wanted to know if I was going to bring you back."



"What did you tell her?"



I turned to her, "You and I have an awful lot of talking to do in the next eleven hundred miles."

Next up I present: Bred by Jenny & Friends

This is an expanded and (we hope improved) version of the story "Bred by My Brother-In-Law" posted by Jenny. A comparison will show this is still Jenny's story. HV has merely inserted some explanatory details and added dialogue. After posting of the expanded story, Sakka made some additional suggestions that make the story even better:




It all started out harmlessly enough. Ken and Suzie were over at our house having dinner -- again! I never particularly liked these occasions. Ken was resentful of his younger brother's success in business while he had remained strictly blue collar and he tried to hide his envy by constantly making off-color jokes and little references to their working class origins. My husband Jack, on the other hand, just liked his older brother, no matter, and paid no attention to the jibes. I, however, couldn't help but bristle. Ken was aware of, and reciprocated, my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense. Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects.



"So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun in the cute little oven of that prissy little girl you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a whole lot better when a girl's got your baby in her, making her belly swell! They just can't get enough of the cock that put a baby in 'em, idn't that right, honey?" " he grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge in Suzie's tummy. Suzie just giggled and snuggled closer to Ken. "Guess that's one reason I'll be going for number four when Suzie pops this one for me!"



Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner this year, Ken. Not a good time to be starting a family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy type.'"



I was grateful that Jack was supporting me, although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home cooking, cleaning and taking care of a houseful of babies, as his mother had done for his father and his seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd meet him at the door each night eager for him to fuck my brains out. If I did, though, the same could happen to me as to MY mother. She had trained for years as an architect had been and I had seen the arrival of one baby after another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom and I was probably just as fertile. I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time would knock me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so much about getting pregnant ruined Jack's and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the Pill was another inheritance from Mom.



In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." Subtracting out my menses (Jack's problem not mine ) and the uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there weren't many nights I could relax and just get fucked. Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I give Jack head or let him eat me in between times.



Of course, I didn't want to be a tease; I tried to keep Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't going to be able to satisfy him. I started dressing more conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and strappy heels he loves. Fearing my own romantic reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners, wild parties, and going out dancing. I didn't dare wear the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack gave me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a word, I avoided all those things that the women's magazines advise for putting the spark back in your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I could not control.



Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type' Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly." Jack rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe you're not be doin' a good enough job on Miss Society Girl. I'd say ole Katie'd be a regular baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips! Plenty of room for twins or triplets in there. And those hooters, man, that girl could produce enough milk for quadruplets. How about it, Sis?" He leered at me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Sis" or "Katie." "Does my caveman brother throw you down and fuck you 'til you don't know or care whether he's knockin' you up or not?"



"Now look here, Ken," Jack said; "that's out of line."



"Sorry. Just my honest opinion."



I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for Ken burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad, too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later when Ken apologized and promised to come around -- while Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me clean up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion -- furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind Ken's back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice.



When Ken and Suzie finally left that night, I helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next "safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of condoms ready, hoping to get a "good-bye" fuck that morning, but Jack was in a hurry and left me feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my cycle.



//Damn that Ken,// I thought, remembering what he'd said about me; //I feel so fucking horny...!// It annoyed me that Ken was partly right; Mother Nature had given me a body made for making babies and a libido to make sure I did. I got out the vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier; I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch. Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's decision to wait about making babies.



Later that day, Ken came over. He was actually well behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage, and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. It was kind of weird; although I didn't really like Ken, I wore a tight T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals -- exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack. I don't think I was actively trying to be a tease -- it was probably just my cycle, making me horny -- but I sure got Ken's attention. Several times, I caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs.



"How about a drink?" Ken suggested around lunchtime "I brought some sherry."



"I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?"



"Ten years."



"Must be expensive."



"Aren't you not worth it," Ken grinned, feigning to put the bottle back in its bag.



"I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was something Jack had let slip.



"I guess we'll see," Ken said, taking the bottle out again. While Ken poured some glasses, I put out some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. We were talking about nothing at all, but he kept glancing at my chest as we ate. The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. The sherry must have been older, than he said -- probably as old as I was -- perfectly blended with aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it four glasses, and felt the numb happiness of intoxication slowly come over me. I no longer knew what Ken was talking about. Down between my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet.



"You okay, Sis?" Ken asked.



I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the rungs of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. "Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly, "but...it mus' be more 'n than ten years old."



"Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an hour."



"Tha's...a lot."



"Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are worth it!" Ken said ominously, suddenly standing up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as I.



"I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels over the rung of the barstool. Ken just smiled, kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. Then Ken stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and squeeze my boobs.



"Boy that stuff works fast."



"What are you talking about," I asked sluggishly.



"Just the drug I put in your sherry, Sis," he grinned. "They said it might take another half hour to hit you," he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck.



"Drug?" I asked stupidly.



"Yes, just a little something to loosen up my in-control sister-in-law to make you one sleepy, horny little girl," he replied taking firmer control of the breast he was molesting.



"What do you think you're doing...?" I asked.



"I think I'm going to fuck my horny little sister-in-law," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck.



"No, no!" I tried to protest, but Ken just laughed.



"If you're not horny, Katie, why are your boobs so hard? I hadn't even realized when he put his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned on so easily?" he taunted.



"No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his attack. I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out "No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest.



"Those are some nice tits," Ken said, cupping them both in his hands, then pausing to bend down and suck on my nipples; "Made for sucking."



"What...? No...!"



"Do you want me to stop?" Ken asked, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why are your nipples so hard?" By then, I was pretty well creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate to get fucked. //But, no -- !// I thought; //not with HIM...!//



"Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" Ken said. "You must be really horny to let your own brother-in-law feel you up like this. It does feel good, though, doesn't it, Sis?"



"Oh, yes...!" I gasped, grabbing his arms.



"I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure."



"Make sure?"



"Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," Ken just grinned. Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the barstool. But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. "Oh, you're a wet little thing," Ken said, rubbing my pussy with his fingers, then slipping his middle finger into my hole. "You're all gooey inside, like a pussy that needs a prick." I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. "Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this morning, did he? Your poor pussy must need some help, eh?"



"Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but Ken's hand on my nipple and the other in my pussy was driving me crazy.



"Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.



"Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty sex you need from my brother." His fingers n my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could hardly think. "I mean, that's what you are, right Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman be just about to come on a thick finger in her hot fuck hole?"



"Noooo!" I moaned, needing him to push me just a little further.



"Would a nice society girl beg me to make her come with my hand?"



"Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.



I tried to focus -- to think of something that would scare him off. "Don't do this, Ken," I said -- even as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a complaint against you so fast, it would make your head spin..."



"Oh, feisty!"



"I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is forcible detention... Ah!" His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke



"So you want me to stop?" Ken asked, slowing his caress of my clit. "You don't need this?" Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and he knew it.



"Oh...please...!"



"You know you're a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!"



I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just to keep him going. "Oh God, Ken...please, please ...!"



"'Please' what, Katie?"



"Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone...!"



"I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do it!" he barked. You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change."



Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was terrified but aroused- he was obviously bent on some kind of vengeance -- and I was still too high from the drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have planned.



Carrying me back to my bed, he settled me on top of the bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to the bedposts. I was quaking. Ken left me for a moment to strip off his clothes -- but worry gave way to embarrassment when I noticed a video camera, already set up and running on its tripod. Triumphantly, Ken returned to the bed, hovering over my naked body. "Before I finish with you, slut," he said, "you're going to beg me to make a baby in you. See, I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an edited version will make sure you keep as many babies as I put in your belly." Incomprehension must have passed over my face. "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. "The drug I put in your drink mainly a fertility drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot is just a side effect."



Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those tits you always are hiding form Jack."



"No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he's going to knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I screamed, "please don't make me do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll make you come -- !"



"Indeed you will, Sis, in due time. Now just shut up," Ken said, pushing my knees apart. Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head between my legs to suck and lapped at my juice-slathered hole. "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly feeling his tongue take me over the edge to a climax. Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis and abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his face, even as he ate me. Finally -- thankfully -- he let me rest.



With his face wet with my cum, he looked up at me triumphantly. "Wound up enough, little girl?" he taunted. "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled -- I didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily I wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair with my fingers. "Oh, fuck!" I said; "you're making me come...!" My climax was all the harder knowing a camera was watching us -- watching a young lawyer being reduced to a rutting woman getting just what she needed. I wailed as his tongue stabbed into my overheated pussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuous orgasm.



While I was still recovering from my fourth orgasm, Ken slid around so his hips were over my head, and I soon found his cock in my mouth. It was nice -- a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and tongue on his shaft, Ken humped his hips to fuck my mouth. I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of knocking me up. I hoped so and gave him all I had, bobbing my head up and down beneath his dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in the meantime -- licking and sucking at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to come. "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to find out."



Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across my tongue -- and I winced as I tried to keep sucking him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter -- and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-oozing cock off to one side. "Nice, for an amateur cocksucker" Ken commented cruelly, looking down at me. "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and round, we'll have to make this a regular thing." Spent -- for the moment -- he went back to sucking my pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so arousing I hardly realized I was playing with his cock, making him hard again.



Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my eyes Ken had turned around to lie down beside me. "Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him. "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to make you a mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on my knees. I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him, letting the shaft sink suddenly deep inside me. "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting to hump him.



"And you're tight," Ken replied; "you really don't get fucked often enough." I blushed, embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a poor slut aching for cock.



"Ugg!" I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep; "I felt that!"



"That's your womb," Ken said, pushing his helmet up against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. "It wants a baby." I felt dizzy; I didn't want a baby, but I wanted that that cock -- it felt heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and let him start to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love these, too."



"Oh, Ken," I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!"



"Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your lawyer ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to make you a mommy."



"Oh, God," I moaned, "Ken, you can do it, squirt your sperm in me!"



"I don't know," Ken said, teasingly stopping his own thrusting; "show me you want it."



"Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to have it! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into spasms -- clutching and sucking at his cock. Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.



"Good girl," he said, grabbing my hips; "now here's your BABY!" He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing my womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I had let him do.



It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor Jack...!//



When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me, pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How had I denied this to him, and to myself, for so long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack, but Ken, who was fucking me, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding, humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself, wrapping my legs around his back.



He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy.



Afterward, I lay there lazily in bed with Ken's come oozing out of my pussy as my brother-in-law dressed and folded up his camera. When he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too.



Three weeks later my period hadn't come and I realized I was pregnant. Jack was a little skeptical of the calendar manipulation I used to persuade him that was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed to think critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy -- not a father.



I wish I could say that letting Ken fuck me was a one-time thing, but it wasn't. The day I called him to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or drugged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-sized cock that had put the baby in me. I found myself dressing like a slut to turn him on. Once, I went over to his house wearing my strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. When he realized that, he took the first opportunity to bend me over the back of his couch and slam-fuck my tight little pussy (while Suzie was downstairs doing the laundry).



Ken was unemployed during the early part of my pregnancy, so he managed to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. I was stunned; the fertility drug had been effective, but that didn't keep us from fucking. Often Ken would come to the house after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me to my law office with a pussy full of spunk. Once we even fucked in the courthouse, during a recess in a misdemeanor libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings -- but it was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs. And Ken, watching from the back of the courtroom, made hand signals that he couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess so we could slip into an unused office and he could bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury noticed?



When Ken's cock was inside me, I'd do things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he got me out of all those sexy things I never wore for Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him eat me for hours on end. Sometimes he caught our fucking on camera and we watched the tapes together -- giggling at our antics -- before fucking all over again.



With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe Ken was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, Jack seemed very understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex.



******



Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins -- my friends from work (plus Jack, Ken and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. I was on top of the world; my dangerous affair with Ken had ended when he got a construction job out of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started letting then demanding that Jack fuck me two or three times daily. He was surprised, but pleased, and I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before. With my babies due in a week, and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a career.



Ken and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and he was clearly pleased with the swollen bellies both of us were sporting. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," Ken said, playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence.



"So," Ken said to Jack, "You must be happy Katie is going to be a mommy. You going to keep her at home now, so she can start on the next one?"



Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she doesn't have to work. But she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm."



"Well," Ken said, ominously, "Maybe she'll change her mind, once the baby's born. Motherhood does things to women,"



A week later, I went into labor suddenly, and my water broke while Jack was driving me to the hospital; by the time we got there, I had already pushed out two beautiful daughters -- Jacqueline (6 lb., 8 oz) and Jocelyn (6 lb., 10 oz). The nurses and my doctor were amazed how easy the delivery had been, but I just smiled and said I guessed I took after my mother.



Several weeks after that, I was home puttering around the nursery, preparing to go back to work, when Ken, who had been out of town again, showed up at the house. He picked Jocelyn right up out of the crib she was sharing with Jacqueline, and handed her to me. "Okay, Miss High and Mighty, you listen to me; get your cow tits out and start feeding this baby like a mommy!"



I was shocked; I didn't know what had brought this on. "Now look ..." I stammered"



Ken, sensing my confusion, bore on. "I've had enough of this 'career-woman' shit form your, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are, you're going to leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I want to hear you're going to give him the sex a man needs, too."



Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, Ken," I said, summoning my courage; "Your dirty game is over. If you want to tell Jack, do it. And ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too."



Suddenly, I heard Suzie laughing in the hallway. "Stuck-up bitch!" she said, coming into view; "Who do you think came up with the idea of knocking you off your high horse by knocking you up with these babies in the first place?"



Again, Ken pushed my daughter toward me, and whispered in my ear. "Come on, Mommy, do it; you've got the tits for it."



"Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her eight-months-pregnant belly. "It's only fair."



"Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion.



"Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "Maybe you were too busy letting my husband fuck your little brains out, but you weren't taking very good care of Jack, right after Ken got you pregnant. Poor Jack was even hornier than you usually left him! One day, he 'accidentally' saw me breastfeeding little Jennifer. Maybe I had 'forgotten' to wear panties and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet pussy, too," she smirked "Before he knew it I had him nursing from my other tit. Then I let him suck my pussy until he was drunk on my cum, put his neglected prick in my well used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!"



I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to appreciate. "See, I don't think it's right for a husband to go without when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front of him. I did what I could; I let him empty his balls in me every morning -- while Ken was over at your place, fucking his mommy-slut silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* didn't make your husband use a condom, so that's why this one is probably his."



"You...bitch!" I spat.



"No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on."



"The hell I will!"



"Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking in as well, "Things have changed and I think you will make a wonderful mommy."



"Jack...? What the hell...?"



Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was Ken who explained the situation.



"You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you were..." I blushed red with embarrassment. "... but I told him to play it cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy just like I do."



"This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you people have broken?"



"No idea, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "But do I know how many people you might not want seeing those tapes -- your old friends, your boss, your family. Believe me, honey not one of them looks like rape!"



I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair in resignation, my milk-heavy boobs seeming even heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-determined, Ken stayed close to me to lift my top, and lowered Jocelyn into my lap to place her little lips on my left tit. Then a smiling Jack handed me Jacqueline as well, and I felt a second hungry little mouth clamp onto my other nipple. I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had done to me, but somehow, looking down at my two little babies drinking happily from my breasts, my anger dissolved. Nursing them both, I started rocking and cooing as fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs, and the girls drank it down contentedly.



"It looks like it's working! Jack exclaimed, looking at Ken.



"Didn't I tell you?" Ken said; "You can count on your big brother!"



*****



It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns -- when Ken and Jack are not fucking us. Since two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometime), Suzie and I also like to get together for girl/girl fun. Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when Suzie's older kids are asleep; we keep the babies around for inspiration. Of course our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the sperm they've pumped into our tummies, we'll probably BOTH have twins next time!



Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know that life is gone forever. I love playing with and nursing my little girls and could never give up the hard, frequent sex I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told us he and Ken intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come.



We giggled and nodded in agreement.



The End

I present: A Gurl Name Risha by Playaplaya

A yo wad up peoplez, my name is Kareem and im 19 years old and from Brooklyn New York. The story im about to tell took place 3 years ago in high school when I was a sophomore. Spring had started and the winter break was over. As usual, me and my 2 homies roamed the campus before school started just chit chatting about the things we got fo x-mas and who got the biggest booty. “ Hey Kareem!” a familiar voice called from behind. All three of us turned around to see Rishell aka Risha. Risha was 15, 5’3, big titties, a nice ass and was also a sophomore. She could also break yo jaw if you were to bring her to that point, but wit me every thing was all good. She would have had a lot of boyfriends too, but her mouth and her attitude would surely scare them off. “ Yea that’s right bitch turn around fo yo pimp.” she said, making her group of friends laugh and giggle. “ Damn Rish, what the fuck you want?”




Ok, most people when they greet each other they say “hello” or “wad up” and even just a simple handshake, Risha and I are different. We either give a nice jab to the arm or a verbal assault. We have a special friendship that only herself and I would find humorous. Well anyway, we sat there and talked which to others might of appeared like we were arguing, when the bell rang. As we headed to our classes Risha called me again. “ Oh yea bitch another thing,” I turned around to see what she wanted. “ Ha, I knew you’d turn around.” she said as she giggled. I held up my middle finger and replied, “ Suck my fat black dick Risha!” I said, grinning as I received praises from passerby’s. Risha grinned as we both went our separate ways.



The day went fast, an before I knew it it was last period which was P.E and Risha was wit me. On the way to the track Risha came up from behind me. “ Wad up bitch.” she said resting herself on my shoulder. “ So, you thought that was funny telling me to suck your dick in front of all them people this morning, huh?” I nodded and smiled. “ Told me to suck your fat black dick. If I heard correctly.” I nodded again. “ Yea you must of thought you were the shit saying that huh? Well you know I wouldn’t suck yo dick even if yo broke ass paid me.” I shrugged and laughed. “ Muthafucka I aint ask you. And besides, my dick wouldn’t fit in yo mouth anyways.” I chuckled at my own joke. Risha smiled, “ Pleez Kareem, don’t front like you don’t wanna hit this. I be seeing the way you stare at me, you just dieing to fuck me.” I turned and looked at her with a disgusted look but said nothing. “ You wanna drill me wit yo cock while you squeeze on my tits, right?” While she talked she cupped her breast and squeezed them. “ Then you wanna make me shake and cum as you nut all up inside me, correct?” I could feel my bottom half starting to awaken. “ Gurl aint nobody thinking bout you.” I said as I tried to keep my bonner at bay. I could see the outline of my cock pressing against my gym shorts, and it was sure to attract Risha’s attention if it didn’t already.



“ Kareem whats that?” Fuck, I thought to myself. “ Whats what?” “ That, what’s that?” she pointed to my shorts but I ignored her. “ huh, whats what.” she then smiled slyly. “ THIS!” then wit the quickness she grabbed my dick with a nice firm grip. “ Fucker!” I shouted as she ran off with me chasing close behind her. “ Kareem god damn it!” I could hear coach’s voice from the distance. “ I’m tired of you goofing off in this class all the time!” I saw that Risha was no where in sight leaving me alone in the open. “ Kareem, I want you to stay in the locker room for the rest of the period.” and that’s where I stayed. I sat there all alone in that musky locker room with a raging bonner that showed no signs of relief. I decided to lay myself on a bench to catch some Z’s. I then heard the locker room door open but thought nothing of it, I just covered my face wit my shirt and closed my eyes.



Then suddenly I felt a hand feeling up my inner leg. “ What the fu-” it was Risha! For a minute I just looked at her trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but once her hand reached up my pant leg it was all to clear. She slowly started to stroke up and down my shaft. As I got in a more comfortable position Risha reached in my pants and took out my hard cock. “ You wanted me to suck your dick right?” she said smiling up at me. Then took me in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, awww and how good it felt, watching her glide up in down on my cock hardened me even more. She then started to deep throat it, taking in my whole 7 inches in her mouth. And yes people I was 7 inches when I was 16. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her dick to mouth exercise. Then feeling climax approaching I stood up and leaned over her face, fucking her mouth. She moaned softly as I continued to pick up speed. “ Ho-ly shiii” my whole body tensed up as I released my load in her mouth. She drunk up what she could and licked up the rest on her cheek. I was in complete ecstasy.



Risha then got up and dusted her knees off. “ Aight bitch, I hooked you up.” she said stepping out of her gym shorts. “ Now its my turn.” I removed my gym shorts and approached her with dick in hand. She turned around for me giving me a good view of her nice ass and pussy. I then guided myself into her slowly entering. Risha squealed as I thrust myself into her wet cunt, first fast then slow. I griped on to her waist to give me more access. “ Fuck.” Risha moaned as I pounded her pussy from the back. I then reached up wit my right hand and got a hold of one of her breast. Risha was literally getting fucked crazy as I pounded her like a jack hammer on jello. I could feel her pussy start to tighten around my cock as I slid out slowly then slammed hard on re-entry. Her moans then became light held back screams as she cursed under her breath. She held herself up by leaning against one of the lockers, and if it wasn’t for them lockers she would have surely collapsed cuz I was just putting a beating on that pussy. “ Fuck yea Kareem! Fuck my pussy! Make me cum boy, make me cum all over your cock!” what a motivational speaker, huh. And pleas believe I fucked that shit out of her.



Once she started making those, “ Oh god im cumming” sounds I reached over and took her swolen clit in between my two fingers and massaged it. “ OH FUUUUCK!” she howled as she began to shake and quiver. She went limp under my touch breathing very heavily as I continued to pound at her dripping pussy. I felt proud making this gurl climax the way she did, but knew mine was soon to come. I then gripped on her ass and slammed hard into her. Her ass cheeks jiggled each time our bodies made contact sending *tap* *tap* noises threw the locker room. I could then feel it approaching. I pulled out and began to stroke my moistened dick and blew a beautiful nut all on her ass and back. Both exhausted we both began to laugh but knew that class would be almost out.



From that moment on every once an a while we would hook up during or after school, still till this day we join up with each other and reenact our times in high school…..

Re-Introduction...Reload

I'm doing a lil remodeling. I'm evolving still and now I'm catching up to my thoughts....that's the cool thing....the saddness is the fact that I have to evaluate sooo many different things....those will be up for discussion in my other realm but for now you will be my guest as I take you to different levels ov thought.....perhaps I should clarify.....Here I will share my thoughts, ideas and stories, but I will also present views ov many others as well......This is still the coolest zone in hell....now...we're putting the emphasis on both COOL and HELL...I'm actually gonna make hell seem cool....thats a philosophical view ov mine we can discuss if y'all want but for now I think I'll just keep it moving....aside from words and the art ov manipulating them I will even post some visual enhancements as well....granted I don't get shut down or banned.....I'm doing this cuz I know soooo many people have a flip-side.....my blogs and work will reflect that....DISCLAIMER:  You must be over the age of 18 to comment, read, or even be here period. I'm not taking kids to hell with out a permission slip and I'm not creating any either so if you aren't 18 by the end ov this sentence GET OUT.....Ok got that out ov the way...so let's see.........where shall I begin?

Something I'm going to do is Post 3 Stories and you the reader will vote for which TYPE you like best...these will vary and there will be different ones posted regularly...some will come directly from me while others will have been birthed by other writers. Your vote will impact the content I release and I think it would be fun......it will also allow me to know what YOU like...in between stories I will have my own rants and raves which will usually be on-topic.....for the cleaner version visit NSight4. Now I will select the candidates.....btw this is a blog for all sexes....if for some reason you feel the stories are being biased or you feel like something is being left out....PLEASE TELL ME....I present authors from all walks ov life...some may appear to be odd but hey that's the beauty ov it right? 6....5...4...3...2...