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 The XXX Commandments By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   THOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME

   Her face was a mask of fury as she stomped away, leaving him utterly
confused.

   What the fuck?  I didn't want to come in the first place!  Life sucks.

   Billy remembered driving to the dance, bored senseless.  "Why can't we
just fool around?" he asked.  "I don't want to go to a high school dance!"

   She sighed patiently.  "Jodi graduates this year and doesn't have a
boyfriend, so we're sharing you.  Just for tonight," she said, laughing.

   Yeah, that turned out great.

   The dance was okay, held at a ritzy boat club.  Jodi was a pretty girl,
long brown hair, pouty lips, great ass.

   "She's cute," he said.  "Why no boyfriend?"

   "She has bad teeth," Jenny explained with a sigh.

   The sisters swapped back and forth all night, but he didn't mind.

   During a slow song, Billy found himself suddenly erect, pressing against
Jenny's covered pussy.  He felt her heat, and knew she could feel his
arousal.

   Grinning, she whispered to meet her in one of the docks.  Saying
something to her sister, she sauntered away.  His stiff cocked twitched in
anticipation as he slipped outside.

   Waiting anxiously in the dark boathouse, he heard her slip inside.  She
pressed herself against him, her nipples erect under her thin dress.

   Dropping to her knees, she unzipped him, wrapping her soft hand around
his shaft.  Licking and sucking, she brought him close to orgasm when his
soft skin accidentally caught on the edge of her braces.

   Braces?  Who is this?

   Suddenly the lights went on.

   Jenny walked into the dock, seeing Billy standing there, cock waving in
the air, a pained expression on his face.

   "Jodi, you slut!  You're so dead!" she screamed as Jodi ran out,
sobbing.

   "And you, Asshole, what the fuck?"

   Sigh...  like any of this was my fault?

   THOU SHALL BUILD NO GRAVEN IMAGES OR FALSE IDOLS

   The thing Bill liked best, he had to admit, was sticking his cock as far
up her ass as he could.

   At least that's what I'd like to do.

   Looking for the thousandth time at the lurid images, full color on
glossy paper, Bill couldn't understand why she couldn't be more like the
women in his magazines.

   They like it up the ass...  why doesn't she?

   They had discussed it once, the conversation over quickly.

   "Not on your life," she'd stated emphatically.  "It's not enough I
swallow your spunk?  You want to stick it where?  Ha!  No."

   Then one day, Bill's life changed forever.

   He was searching the internet for smut when he found it:

   "Revolutionary Senso-round material has amazingly lifelike

   feel.  Detailed pussy and tight sassy anus with a 6" ribbed

   love tunnel.  Perfect for when you just need to be balls deep."

   His cock already hard as a rock, he moaned, "It had an ass!  I'm going
to fuck an ass!"

   Pumping his fist in the air, he felt something pull.  Ignoring it, Bill
grabbed his credit card.  Only two business days and it would arrive.

   The next morning, Bill awoke to shooting pain.  A trip to the doctor
revealed a torn muscle and he received the admonition to "stay in bed."

   The mail arrived during lunch, and Bill noticed again what a grade-A ass
the mail carrier had.

   It wasn't until he heard his wife scream that he remembered the package.
Struggling to his feet, he heard the door slam shut.

   Finding the torn remains of the packaging scattered over the kitchen
floor, he found the sculpted ass, puckered and sliced with scissors.  Now
sticking out of one realistic, detailed ass cheek was a pencil.  Attached
was her simple, concise note.

   Fuck You.  I'm leaving.

   THOU SHALL NOT TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD IN VAIN

   "Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" he yelled, waving his arms.  Trying to stop her.
"Come back here, you bitch!"

   What the fuck does she think she's doing?

   Staring at the quickly receding tail lights, Bill knew things would
change.  The world most definitely had to be made right.

   It had been his idea, his plan, his ass on the line.  His score.

   And there she goes, with her pimped up Latino plaything.

   Fuck that.

   Jumping over the limp body of the hero bank guard, still leaking blood
and puke all over the sidewalk, Bill dialed his cell phone.

   Answer goddamit!

   "Hullo?  What up?" Damn kid, always sleeping.

   "Tony...  wake up!  It's Bill...  fuckin' Maggie and Emilio ran with the
score, you need to find out where they are.  You hear me you lazy piece of
shit?  Now!"

   When he needed results, Bill got them.

   The two were easy to find, as it turned out.

   What the hell?  Ain't they got no sense of the chase?  Fuckin' Ricky
Martin leaves his car out on the street?  Christ!

   He found them stuffing suitcases full of clothes and small bills, mainly
unmarked twenties.

   Thirty minutes later, Bill left with a suitcase full of unmarked
twenties, Emilio's severed penis and most of Maggie's tongue, wrapped in a
baggie.  The rest of the pieces he left in the bathtub.

   That'll be a nice present for the maid.

   Wary of any cops that might have made his car during the robbery, Bill
decided to lay low for a while, surprising his mother.

   "You're always in such a rush," she sighed.  "You got time to go to
church?  It's Wednesday."

   Wednesday?  Fuckin' bingo.

   Entering the cold building, he felt inexplicably drawn toward the
confession box.  Seeing the light was green, he entered.

   "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned..."

   REMEMBER THE SABBATH AND KEEP IT HOLY

   God, is he ever going to shut up?  He goes on and on.  Oops, time to
stand.

   "I believe in God the Father, creator of heaven..."

   Finally, it's over.  Now where is she?

   Billy looked around the crowded church basement, but couldn't see her
blond ponytail anywhere.

   Mrs.  Miller, the ancient Sunday School teacher approached where he
stood, hot on his trail, but Billy ducked behind the coat rack before he
was spotted.

   She's always recruiting for choir.  If I've told her once, I've told
her...

   "Hey Billy."

   He looked up and there she was, resplendent in her wine-colored robe.

   "Hey Lori.  What's up?"

   She looked at him hotly, mischief in her eyes.

   "Aren't you Ôup' yet?  I've been looking everywhere for you.  Wanna help
me get out of my robe?" She licked her lips suggestively.

   "Hell yeah!" he said quietly.  "Let's go."

   Furtively, the two snuck up to the choir loft, dark between services.

   "Won't your parents miss you?" she asked, kissing his neck, his ears,
teasing his lips with her tongue.

   "Nah, too busy serving cookies to look for me."

   Her tiny hand teased his cock through his slacks, stroking him to full
hardness in moments.  She turned away from.

   "Do me?" she teased.

   Unzipping her robe, he found her naked underneath, her pussy swollen and
ripe with desire.  Looking around and seeing no one, Billy dropped his
pants, exposing his quivering shaft.

   Burying himself in her wet cunt, he felt his balls slap against the soft
cheeks of her ass.  The angle wasn't quite right.

   "Stand on a hymnal," he whispered.  She did.  Better.

   For minutes, only the wet sounds of sex could be heard.

   Balls tightened.

   Nipples hardened.

   Pussy spasmed.

   Seed spurted.

   Cock wilted

   "Oh God."

   "Oh God!"

   "Amen."

   "Got that right."

   "Next week?"

   "Amen!"

   HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER

   He turned questioningly, unsure if he was "doing it" right.

   "That's great, Billy, just like that."

   Happy at his success, Billy plunged deeper inside the slippery pussy,
enjoying the heat.

   "God, it feels like a million fingers grabbing my prick," he sighed.  He
leaned down and kissed her voluptuous mouth, spearing his tongue between
her parted lips.

   Groaning into his mouth, the woman began panting, as his cock thrust in
and out rapidly.

   "Oh oh oh oh," she panted, her breasts jiggling, fat nipples proud and
erect.  "Fuck me harder, Billy.  Deeper!"

   He lifted her legs, spreading her pussy wider for his spearing cock.

   "That's good," she sighed, reaching between them to fondle his balls,
reaching up to tease his puckered ass.  He jerked, surprised.

   "Don't you like it?" she teased.

   He nodded shyly.

   She shoved her finger dip inside her juicy cunt, coating it with
slippery fluids.  Pressing firmly, she pushed her finger against his
resisting sphincter, dipping in up to the second knuckle, stimulating his
prostate.

   Billy groaned.  Suddenly her finger disappeared.

   His moan of disappointment turned to a gasp as something large forced
into his bowels.  Turning, Billy saw the man behind him, his face tight
with concentration, pushing his cock forward, deeper into his ass.

   Billy thrust more rapidly now, in fear and excitement, lust and pain,
his rapid movements matched by the people on either side of him.

   She came first, screaming "Billy!" as a flood of her juices washed over
his shaft, triggering his own orgasm, his cock spurting over and over. 
Exhausted, Billy collapsed as the thrusting cock in his ass expelled its
massive load.

   Gentle hands rolled him over, holding Billy between their sweaty bodies.
He turned and kissed each parent in turn.

   "Love you Mom.  Love you Dad."

   "Love you, Son."

   THOU SHALL NOT KILL

   "Billy!" His mother is angry.

   What did I do?

   The boy looks up, questioning.

   "You killed her." A simple but true statement.  Billy hangs his head.

   Oh.  That.

   "Sorry."

   "I told you specifically not to kill her."

   "Yes."

   "And..."

   "I killed her anyway."

   "Why?"

   "Dunno."

   Sighing, his mother folds her arms across her chest.

   "I don't know what to do with you today.  Just...  go to your room. 
Wait until your father gets home."

   Father!  No!

   "I'm sorry.  I promise I won't do it again!"

   Too late for pleading now.  Better to have not killed in the first
place. Painfully obvious in hindsight.

   "No, go to your room.  I asked you nicely, I pleaded with you not to
kill her, and you killed her.  Go to your room."

   "Fine." His voice is flat, emotionless, defeated.

   A broken boy walks to his room, where she lays limply on his bed.  Her
eyes are glassy, unfocussed.

   He looks sadly at his sister.

   "I'm sorry for killing you," he says, as he begins to smell her odor.

   Her eyes open languidly as her hand glides over her swollen pussy, her
musky scent fills the room.

   "Don't worry.  It was just a video game."

   Licking one sticky sweet finger, she beckons him closer.

   <<<<<>>>>>

   Their father arrives home from work.

   A distraught mother tells of murder and a boy sulking in his room.

   Walking through the door, he sees his daughter home from college, her
brother buried to the hilt in her cunt, her dress around her waist, tits
flailing everywhere.

   What's going on?

   So drunk are they with their lust, his children don't notice him
standing there.

   With a jerk, the boy releases his seed as his sister gasps and passes
out.

   Le petit mort.

   "Shit," the boy groans.  "I killed her again."

   THOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY

   Ten...  Nine...  Eight...  Seven...  Six...  Five...  Four...  Three...
Two...  One...

   On television, Times Square watched as the ball dropped.

   Bill cheered with everyone else, then quickly downed his drink, ready to
leave.

   Two soft tits suddenly pressed into his back, the tits presumedly
attached to the breathy voice whispering in his ear.

   "Hey sexy," the voice said.  "Wanna go somewhere...  private?"

   Who's that?

   Turning, he groaned.

   "Marcia, be careful!  What if someone saw you?  What would your husband
think?  What would Carol say?"

   "Your wife's a frigid bitch who doesn't deserve you, and Roger can take
a flying leap and suck my balls," she slurred.  The empty glass of
champagne had not been the first of the evening.  "Happy New Year!" she
yelled, spinning around and beginning to slip to the floor.

   Catching her as she fell, Bill felt the firm pillows of her ass press
directly on his cock, which began to expand and inflate, tenting the front
of his pants.

   "Big boy's here!" she blurted gleefully before realizing where she was.
"Sorry.  Big boy's here," she whispered, rubbing herself against his
erection.

   Praying that no one was watching, Bill dragged her upstairs to an empty
bedroom.  Laying her softly on the bed, he rubbed his cock as she began to
grind her hips into the mattress.

   "Get down here and fuck me...  big boy."

   Lust overruling prudence, Bill unzipped his pants, pulling out his
throbbing shaft, while Marcia hiked up her dress, revealing her pale skin
and black panties.

   He pulled the flimsy cloth aside, thrusting deeply within her hot
tunnel. Oblivious to anything else, Bill pounded again and again as the
door opened and two people entered, flicking the light switch.

   Surprised, he turned and gasped at the other couple.

   "Bill?"

   "Carol?"

   "Roger?"

   "Marcia?"

   "Oh fuck me!"

   THOU SHALL NOT STEAL

   Billy is frustrated.  Never enough time.  Never the right place.

   Never.

   Never.

   Never.

   But today...

   "We could do it, you know," she said, clear on what "it" was.

   "Really," he gasps, slacks quickly around his knees, erection in hand.

   "Silly," she grinned, pointing as his uncovered penis.  "You need
something,"

   Face crimson with embarrassment.  Where do a boy and girl buy
protection?

   Dad's not working today, so his sock drawers out, he thinks.

   My brother's home from college, she realizes, but he thinks I'm still a
little girl.

   "We could be real careful," the boy offers, but is quickly shot down.

   "I'm not getting pregnant," says the girl with finality.

   They try to sneak into the drugstore, but are spotted by old Mr. 
Harris, the druggist.  No, they don't need help, just trying to get out of
the heat.

   The two walk the aisles, searching everywhere, but apparently the
prophylactics aisle doesn't have a sign.

   Dejected they walk towards the door, when all of a sudden...

   Hallelujah!

   A choir of angels.

   The clouds part.

   A ray of sunlight from above.

   "I see them," she whispers excitedly.  "They're behind the counter!"

   "How do we get back there?" Neither knew.

   A sign!

   A miracle!

   Mrs.  Kline, with the bad back, needs more pills.

   "Certainly, Annette," Mr.  Harris says, leading her to the back, where
the pills and medicines are kept.  The counter, and most importantly, the
condoms are unguarded!

   "Quick," Billy says, "You keep watch for me, okay?" She nods, eyes wide.

   Seeing no one looking their way, Billy sneaks behind the counter,
quickly grabs a box.  Ribbed For Her Pleasure.

   Not looking back, afraid of arousing suspicion, Billy heads to the door.

   "Billy!" he hears, but too late.

   A rough hand grab his collar.

   "I'm calling your parents, young man."

   Damn!

   THOU SHALL NOT LIE

   "But I didn't do it!" Billy complained, hoping she believed him despite
the guilty face.

   "Billy," his mother scolded gently, "if you took it, it's okay.  It's
understandable, but your father and I..."

   Billy's eyes shot open.  Any mention of his father in a punishment
situation meant trouble.

   "...  your father and I would like it back."

   "I didn't take it." And you'll never find it!

   "If you're lying..." She sighed, shook her head and went into the
kitchen.

   Hurrying upstairs, Billy ran into his room, locking the door.

   In his closet, under his Star Wars figures, beside his baseball cards,
was a tiny key.

   As quietly as possible, Billy tiptoed downstairs, not seeing his mother
standing in the bathroom door.  Billy ran outside, darting behind the
garage.

   Under an old tire was a little metal lock box.  Using the key, Billy
popped it open.

   There it is!

   He found it in his parents' closet, shocked and excited to find
something so dirty, and quickly took it.  It was too exciting not to take
it!

   Deciding to have a go of it inside, Billy put the box back in the ground
and headed back, giving his cock a quick squeeze, only to be met by his
mother, her arm extended, palm open.

   "Give it here Billy," she said.  Sadly, he did.  "You know I'll have to
tell your father?" He nodded, and trudged inside.

   After dinner, Billy's father found his wife in bed completely naked,
playing with her wet pussy.  Holding their copy of The Kama Sutra aloft,
she exulted.

   "Which do you want to try tonight?" she asked, giggling.

   Billy could hear the headboard of his parents' bed slamming against the
wall.  I can't believe I'm grounded for a month, and they're in there
screwing like rabbits.

   Life sucks.

   THOU SHALL NOT COVET THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE

   His new neighbors had arrived the previous weekend.  The husband seemed
like a good guy, firm handshake and all that.

   The wife...  wow!  Firm ass, perky tits, legs that went on forever. 
Lips and mouth made for sucking cock.

   She's so hot, Bill thought as he drifted off to sleep.

   <<<<<>>>>>

   Dressed in his swimming trunks, Bill walked through the morning dew and
knocked on her door.

   She answered, holding a cup of coffee, dressed in her nearly transparent
neglige.

   "Wanna fuck?" he asked, pulling his cock out of his shorts, stroking
himself to his full twelve inches.

   She eyed his prick intently, licking her plump lips.  She nodded,
throwing her coffee mug down.

   That's going to leave a stain, Bill thought.

   He was jerked back as she opened her mouth and in one smooth motion
inhaled his entire length, all the way to his balls.

   She sucked him for hours before his nuts finally tightened, sending rope
after rope of sticky cum down her throat.

   Standing, she stripped, nipples hard with excitement.  He reached down
and caressed her shaved pussy, dripping with passion.

   Lifting her by the hips, he impaled her on his thick rod, feeling her
cervix bump into the fat crown of his shaft.

   She became incoherent as he pounded away at her sucking cunt.  Time and
again, never pausing or losing his erection, he flooded her insides with
his seed.

   Looking outside, Bill saw it was dark.  They'd been fucking for hours!

   "Don't go!" she cried, "I need you in my ass."

   He turned her around and slowly began pushing...

   <<<<<>>>>>

   "Honey, are you okay?  You look flushed."

   "I'm fine.  Bad dream." Bill smiled at his wife, pudgy, grey and
sagging. "Go back to sleep."

   His pajamas sticky with sperm, Bill laughed to himself.  Some nightmare!
   The End