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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Hard Boiled Incest The Case of the Aged Ring Rat
Universe: Passions of the Perverted
Summary: PI Daryl Bickham and his twin sister engage in their first
fucking case together.  Several revelations follow.
Keywords: warning! 
MF,Interr,WMBF,Wb,inc,oral,ws,scat,ped,gangbang,comedy

   Disclaimer

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It is
anime, hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present

   HARD BOILED INCEST 2: THE CASE OF THE AGED RING RAT

   I was sitting on the balcony just outside my apartment-cum-office
drinking my morning coffee and wallowing in the lovely spring weather when
the street below me exploded in a shrill barrage of verbal abuse and
spoiled the sweet ambiance.  I looked down and saw my neighbor, Joanna
Kowalski, screaming at a ragged looking kid.  The kid was no more than ten,
but exhibited the vocabulary of a seasoned sailor.  I hoped the exchange
would end quickly, but instead, after about fifteen minutes of the obscene
diatribe, I stuck my head into their business and joined the chorus.

   "Shuddup!" I yelled to all concerned.

   The kid flashed me a one finger response.  Joanna took the opportunity
to slam her knotty 70 year old fist upside the boy's left ear.  The kid
howled.  Joanna cackled.  I suppressed a malicious smile.  I saw Joanna
draw back her fist again and the kid took off down the street.

   "Wonder what that was all about?" I asked nobody in particular, but I
wish to God I could get rid of that lousy habit.  It was like casting a
curse on myself, because what happened next embroiled me in the kind of
trouble I prefer to get paid for.

   Thinking the incident was over and ruing the day to come, I stepped back
into my office.  I began to get ready to settle into my morning routine of
caffeine and anxiety when the door was flung open and my new-age sister
flounced in with her latest power crystal dangling from her neck, black
lipstick, corpse pale make-up and a new haircut that left no more than an
inch of her platinum blonde hair plastered to her head.  She'd somehow
managed to mix punk, goth and new-age Wicca with pretty scary results.  The
big problem was that no matter what she wore or which crazy fad she adopted
as her faith of the week, she still made me hotter than jalapeno peppers,
and was as much of a pain in the ass as well.  This time was no exception.
My dick popped up hard and eager and I felt my sphincter clench tight.  It
must have shown in my eyes because after she dropped off her oversized bag
at her desk, she did a snap, zip and drop of her short skirt and I has once
again mesmerized by the shaven pubes of my darling sister, who was also the
bane of my existence.

   "Had breakfast yet, love?" she chided.  I shook my head no.

   She grinned.  "Wanna eat me?" she said in that faux sultry voice I
hated, and hated all the more because my mouth watered when she used it.  I
still said nothing but shook my head yes.

   She laughed softly then turned up the heat.  "You make me horny, Daryl.
I see you and I turn into a slut, every single day.  It's hard to believe
that two weeks ago I was a frigid and shy." Then she walked over to me
behind my desk and grabbed me by my collar bones.  She used her leverage to
draw me out of my chair and onto my knees.  "All it took to bring me out
was my big brother's lovely dick.  Now, suck your baby sister's hairless
cunt, you nasty sister-fucker."

   To me, that was the voice of an angel beckoning me to the doors of
paradise.  I latched onto that nasty little man trap and started lapping at
Sharyl's slimy snatch like a dog in heat, which I surely was.  I licked and
sucked at the outer lips of her cunt, then began exploring the inner
mysteries of my twin sister's dripping love channel, savoring the heady
syrup she seemed to constantly produce when in my presence.  Her juice was
an intoxicant for me.  Once I started borrowing into her pussy, I couldn't
get enough.  I became a slavering idiot with an intense desire to suck her
dry.  She worked with me to that end.  She rode my face with an abandon
usually reserved for rodeo riders, with all the whoops, grunts and yelps
that come with it.

   "Oh fuck, Daryl!" she squealed.  "Suck the piss out of me!  Bite my
clit, motherfucker," and hunched onto my face, battering me with her pubis
as I did the best to follow her explicit instructions.

   She was well on to her way to heaven when there was a knock on the door.
"Cumming!" she called and immediately did, drenching my face with an
outpouring of her effusion that could have drowned a normal man.  Me, I
guess I'm not normal because I dove in and drank up every available droplet
of nectar.

   I was just thinking about whether we should get something to soundproof
the office when I heard the door creak open and someone step in.

   "Oh!" gasped Sharyl, to whoever it was.  "Can--(pant)-- can we do (pant)
anything {pant) for you," and then collapsed down onto the floor with me.

   "It's some old woman," she whispered harshly and stayed down on the
floor while I rose up from behind my desk and climbed up onto my chair.

   It was Joanna Kowalski, the same woman who had the exchange with the kid
in the street.  I tried to pretend my way into normalcy.  "Hi Joanna," I
said.  Joanna said nothing, but sat down across from me and handed me a
kerchief from her handbag.

   "Hello," Mr.  Wickham.  "I think I may have some business for you, but
it appears I've come at the wrong time."

   "No," I said, desperate for any fee and wiping Sharyl's sheen of pussy
juice from my face.  I forced myself to breathe semi-normally.  "It's fine.
I was just--um--consulting with my partner."

   With that Sharyl rose up from beneath my desk.  Her lower half still
naked, but not quite visible to Joanna who took a seat on the opposite side
of my desk.

   "Yes," nodded the old woman, but knowingly.  Joanna's right eyebrow
raised.  I saw a whole new era of rumors being generated behind her eyes,
but she dismissed that for the moment with a shake of her head.

   "Mr.  Wickham," she said.  "You saw what just happened between me and
that boy."

   I sat down and gave a reluctant nod.  Just the tone of her voice made me
worry.  Sharyl slinked over behind me and began massaging the back of my
neck with her breasts.  Both Joanna and I pretended not to notice.

   Joanna fixed me with her steely eyes and said, "That little bastard you
saw is my great-grandson.  He and his crew of pre-teen punks broke into my
apartment and stole my collection of.....of..."

   I saw a bright scarlet blush creep up Joanna's stern face.

   "Yes?" I said.

   "I have--or had--an extensive collection of autographed photos of
professional wrestlers in --uh-- shall we say, compromising poses, some of
them with me, some with each other wrestlers, some with their trollops for
the night.  They're considered collectors items among wrestling fans.  Some
of them are worth several hundred dollars.  I've been--uh--collecting them
for over forty years."

   She paused for a moment.  "You see, I used to be a sort of wrestler
groupie, what they call a ring rat."

   This was information I did not want to know, but it did explain her
obviously enhanced rack, completely out of place on an otherwise frail
looking frame.  I coughed, then proved how tough I really was.  I said with
a straight face, "How do you know it was the kids that stole your
collection,"

   "They left dirty little remarks spray painted all over my living room,
that's how!"

   "But why did you think it was your grandson."

   "Because of what they wrote."

   "Like what?"

   "Things like 'Granny boffed the Bruiser', 'The Stomper stuffed
Grandma'", "Fernando Filipo Fucked Granny's fanny", and "Great Gran Joanna
sucked off the Grand Wizard's wand."

   I had just started to appreciate the little bugger's sense of humor when
a terrible thing happened.  Joanna started to cry.

   I hate it when women cry.  They make the carpet wet.  Worse, I sometimes
lose my mind and do something stupid.  Like Then.  I said, "Don't worry,
Joanna.  I'll look into it.  Just give me your grandson's address and I'll
do a little door to door sweep among his buddies.  I'll get back with you
this evening and we'll talk it over after dinner."

   Joanna quickly scribbled down the address on a scrap of paper.  Then she
smiled bravely, rose and got up to leave, but just as she got to the door
she turned back just in time to catch Sharyl begin a deep tongue probe into
my ear canal.

   "Why don't both of you come by for dinner tonight?" she asked.  "I'm
having a little dinner party and I'd love to hear more about this special
relationship you two have."

   Before I had a chance to say anything Sharyl extracted her tongue from
my aural orifice, wrapped her arms around my neck and said , "Thank you. 
We'd love to come."

   The smug look on Joanna's face made me want to cancel the entire
operation, but she was out the door and on her way before I could say
anything.  At least her exit gave me the opportunity to deal with my insane
sister.

   I swung my swivel chair around to face Sharyl and yelled, "What the
fuck!" It was not a question.

   Sharyl sat down on my lap, planting her perfectly round still nude
bottom on my limp cock, threw her arms around my neck and cooed.  "Whatever
the fuck you want, Daryl.  We can fuck that old bitch, we can help her, we
can rob her blind.  Whatever the fuck you want." Then she kissed me.

   I smelt her perfume, caught the scent of my cock and cum on her breath,
tasted the nastiness of her cock-sucking piss-drinking mouth and fell in
love all over again.

   "We don't fuck over clients, and we don't take on clients who are more
fucked up than we are." I said, trying to fake a tough facade that Sharyl
wiped away with every caress.

   "Too late for that Daryl," Sharyl said as she shifted her ass to my knee
and jacked my cock to semi-hardness, then shifted back and pointed my man
meat at the hot brown hole of her ass.  I hardened immediately when the
head of my dick felt the crinkle of her nether eye, and she used her body
weight to sink it fully up her shit chute in one swift motion.

   "You dirty bitch," I groaned.  "I feel your shit all around my dick."

   "That's called true love, Daryl dear," she said.  "Don't you like my
butthole all tight and dry and smelly for you."

   "Ahhhh!" I groaned.  "You fucking slut.  You know I do," and stated
hunching up into her bowels as she grunted and groaned, shitting all over
my cock as I fucked her." I barely got my slacks and boxers lowered to my
knees before she also covered my groin with her stinking feces.

   "Fuck it, Daryl!" she exclaimed in pleasure/pain.  "Fuck the shit out of
my nasty little asshole."

   The smell of her shit filled the room.  It smelled like a barnyard, but
God help me, I loved it.  I crammed my shit wand up into Sharyl's guts
again and again until she stated to break rhythm and hunch down on me,
grinding and growling, "Cum in my asshole, Daryl.  You're making me cum
from my asshole and I want to feel you cum too."

   "You dirty little motherfucker!" I cried, and blasted her shit cauldron
with my sperm.  "You cunt!" I growled into her ear.  "You'll never get
pregnant this way, you know that?"

   Grinding deep onto my cock, her asshole shuddering around it, in spasm
after spasm of her anal orgasm, Sharyl responded.  "I'm....not....worried.
There's plenty more where that came from.  And besides, I think we may have
already knocked me up."

   I was now under the spell of my sister's feces filled butt; the smell,
feel and even taste of it if that's what she wanted.  "You want that,
Cheryl?  You want to get knocked up by your own twin brother?"

   "Yes!" she exclaimed.  "And not just once.  You're my brother, but
you're my man now too.  I want all your babies."

   "That's pretty risky," I said.

   "We'll make sure they're healthy before they're born," she said.  "And
maybe we'll have twins."

   "I sure the fuck hope so," I sighed, feeling Sharyl use her rectal
muscles to shit my dirty soft dick from her asshole.

   "Oh shit, you stink," I complained, but I didn't complain when she
turned on me, knelt and gobbled up the filthy member in her beautiful
mouth.

   "You want me to stop doing that?" she teased between slurps.  "You want
me to stop shitting on your cock when you fuck my asshole?"

   "Fuck, no." I answered her.  "I love how you can look so innocent and be
so nasty." The I added, "By the way, why the fuck have you gone all last
decade goth punk and witchcraft on me.  I liked you better when you looked
like a young Doris Day and fucked like satan herself."

   Sharyl laughed and said between breaths as she sucked my balls, "I'll
take that under advisement."

   I shook my head in pretended disgust.  Sharyl would never do something
just because I asked for it.  But then, I wouldn't do that for her either.
Fuck her.  And I mean that in the most loving way possible.  As long as she
fulfilled my deepest darkest nastiest fucking desires, I wasn't going to
complain too much.  But then I said as I delighted in watching her ingest
her own feces from my still shit-stained dick, "What about old lady
Kilwalski?"

   In response.  Sharyl smacked her shit covered lips and took a loving
swipe up the length of my cock and said.  "What do you mean?"

   I scruffed up her short bleached hair and used the hand on the back of
her head to keep her face focused on my cock as I answered her.  "We're now
committed to finding what happened to those old blackmail photos of hers."

   Sharyl paused in mid-lick and said "Blackmail?" but I solved that
problem by grabbing her by the sides of he head and jamming my cock in her
sweet cock sucking mouth.  "You got me hard again, you beautiful slut, now
eat me."

   As soon as she began bobbing her head up and down like she was supposed
to I said.  "We agreed we'd chase down those photos when you agreed to
dinner, baby."

   I looked down and her and closed my eyes in pure unadulterated pleasure
as my twin sister applied her cock sucking skills.  "Fuck it, Sis. 
Business is slow and it will give us something to do.  It's about time we
broke you in with an actual investigation."

   Sharyl broke stride on my dick and her head popped up, "Finally!" she
exclaimed, and quickly stood up, immediately forgetting her obligation to
eat my sperm.  "I've been waiting for this."

   "Sis!" I whined.  "What about my dick?"

   Sharyl grinned and looked at my pristinely clean but painfully erect
cock.  "I'll take care of that later."

   It's not manly to pout, but I'll do anything if it gets my dick
serviced. In this case, it worked because whatever Sharyl and I might say
to each other, we love each other even more.  So my heart rose when Sharyl
shook her head and said as she mounted me from in front.  "You're supposed
to be so tough, but all I have to do is take my pussy away and you turn
into a big baby." I knew she was right as my dick slid up Sharyl's tight
oiled cunt like the proverbial hand into a custom made glove.  She sighed
in pleasure and raised her top up over her head to reveal her lovely naked
tits.  "Here baby," she cooed as she pulled my head to her milky breast and
said, "Pretend you're drinking momma's milk."

   I groaned in deep unrequited desire as my sister serviced me both as my
lover and a mother.  I resolved that I would get this cunt pregnant as soon
as I could, if she already wasn't.  I wanted her milk along with her cum,
piss and shit.  Since we had began this sick incestuous journey together I
had fallen in love with her completely.  I had never felt this way before.
And part of me truly hated it.  It made me weak.  It made me soft inside
even as it made my cock harder than it had ever been before, made me cum
more and more often and in more ways then I ever dreamed possible.  But I
needed this bitch; heart, soul, cunt and asshole.  All the way down to my
marrow.  That's how I felt as I once again felt her envelop my cock and my
soul while I drew imaginary milk from her titty.

   I gasped as I sunk balls deep into her sweet cunt.  "I love you, sis." I
cried as I began to hump rapidly up into her love channel.  She squealed in
surprise.  "Oh Daryl.  You never said that before.  I love you too, Daryl.
I love your cock and your mouth, even you piss and shit.  I love all of
you." She began to grind her fuck, stimulating her clit, her g-spot, and
all those sensitive spots inside her that brought her to the kind of orgasm
we both loved.  I was well on my way too, suddenly totally open and
vulnerable to her.

   "Oh, Mommy!" I cried.  "I'm cumming inside you."

   "Mommy?" exclaimed Sharyl, as her own orgasmic dam broke and she began
flooding my cock and groin with hot pussy juices.  "Oh yes, baby.  My baby.
My big tough mean baby.  Cum up in my mommy pussy with your nasty hot
sperm. Make a baby for me, Daryl.  I'll be your mommy and your wife and
sister too."

   "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!" I groaned as pulse after pulse of baby
grease spurted up into my sister's tight passage, surging towards her
welcoming womb.  It was the simultaneous orgasm of simultaneous orgasms. 
"Oh shit," I groaned, and Sharyl dipped her head down to give me a grateful
loving kiss.

   "Piss on me," I told her.  "Piss on me and I'll piss in you."

   But Sharyl was having none of that.  She hopped up and stood in front of
me.  "No way, Daryl.  Not till we're sure I'm pregnant.  I'm going to soak
up every drip of your precious sperm until my womb twitches.  We'll reset
my biological clock and get me ready for the nest little bastard you're
going to pump in my belly."

   Then she knelt in front of me, opened her bee-stung lips and showed me
her pink mouth.  "Till then you've got to settle for pissing in my mouth."

   I smiled at the thought.  I loved seeing my pet toilet drink down my
pee.

   "Okay," I agreed.  "But once we're sure, you're pussy becomes my urinal
again.  I love pissing in your mouth, but it feels so good to piss in you
while you pee on me." And with that I released my bladder.  A strong stream
of urine burst from me.  My bladder was full and I was going to empty the
fucker down my little sister's throat.  "Be my toilet, bitch!" I demanded
as I sprayed her face with my golden shower.  It ruined her overdone makeup
and plastered her hair to her head.  But as I reached to aim the
motherfucker at her pie hole, she beat me to the mark and took my limp cock
fully into her mouth and started gulping down my brotherly piss.  I must
have pissed a quart but she stayed with me, and never backed up and never
pulled off.  She did sputter a bit.  The piss ran down her cheeks, dripped
from her pert proud tits and onto the floor but I didn't give a fuck, and
obviously neither did she.  This was beautiful.  It was beyond sexy.  It
was complete submission to our shared intimacy.

   As soon as she finished she fought to open her piss reddened eyes and
said, "Now its my turn, Daryl.  On your knees, you sonofabitch.  Show me
you want my love.  Drink my pee."

   I happily and humbly went to my knees as she stood above me.  As soon as
I was in position, she flooded my face and mouth with her own salty bitter
offering of piss love.  "Fuck you, Daryl!" she sighed.  "I love you so
fucking much.  Don't you ever let any other bitch use you like this. 
You're my toilet.  Only mine."

   I sputtered, "Same for you, cunt." and went back to drinking her hot
piss tea.  She lowered herself to my face so I could take the urine right
from the source, just like she knew I liked it.  I wanted to taste her
pussy even as I filled up on her acrid flow.

   She seemed to piss for an eternity, and I used this opportunity to suck
at her clit as well.  She came again while I drank her up and I wondered
how many orgasms it would take to wear her out.  All I knew was that she
was always ready for me, and always ready for more.  But I didn't worry too
much.  I mean, I loved the cunt, but as long as I was getting my bell rung
whenever I needed, I wasn't going to worry too much about her insatiable
desires.  Finally, as her piss and cum dribbled down to nothing, I stood up
and looked at the mess we made.  Someone had to clean this shit up.  I
quickly decided it was not going to be me.  I kissed my sis deep and
gratefully then said, "I'm going to take a shower.  You clean up, and join
me."

   Sharyl looked at me sadly.  "Why do I always have to clean up?"

   "Because I'm a chauvinistic motherfucker and you're my bitch," I said,
hardening my heart again, if not my overused dick.

   Sharyl smiled, "Except when you're my bitch." Then she laughed and I
nodded in agreement.  She perked up and said, "Fine.  I'll clean up here,
but you've got to wait for me in the toilet.  I want you to shit in my face
before I shower."

   My limp dick jumped slightly.  "I expect to feel you tongue up my
asshole too," I said soft and low as I pulled her close and kissed her
again, completely ruining my arrow shirt in the process.

   I took my time in the shower.  I realized I really did need to take my
morning dump, and would normally have done so before I got in the shower,
but the anticipation of filling Sharyl's sweet mouth with my greasy shit
inspired me to hold onto it.  Other than that I cleaned and rinsed
thoroughly.  It took a good 20 minutes before Sharyl finally joined me, her
hair still piss matted, her mascara running, and her makeup totally fucked
up.  Still, she was as perky as a puppy when she hopped into the shower and
asked, "Are you ready for me?  Ready to give me a big shitty mouthful."

   "Been holding it just for you, cunt, I said and maneuvered around so she
could lie down on the shower floor, the warm water still running.  I
positioned myself and squatted down till I felt her lips nibbling at my
hairy ass.  "Of fuck, Daryl.  I love this," she mewled as she parted my ass
cheeks and began lapping at my asshole.  Her tongue felt soft and wet,
thrilling my anal nerve endings, even more so when she probed up inside my
shit hole and began to suck at it.  That made it even more fulfilling as I
opened my long restrained back door hole and released a heavy chunk of man
turd into her shit eating mouth.  My human toilet groaned, gagged and
munched loudly at the shit log.  "Oh fuck, I love shitting in your mouth,
sis," I groaned and did my best to bury her face in my slimy shit.

   Sharyl moaned loudly and I could tell she was cumming as she diddled her
pussy while she ate out my shitting asshole.  I heard her growl and groan
as she forced her tongue deep up into me, tongue-fucking me even as she ate
my shit.  "God damn you, Sis.  I love you so fucking much!" I grunted as I
let lose another beer and sausage flavored log.  She groaned even louder
and I felt her face strain between my butt-cheeks as she shuddered and came
yet again.  I knew I was through cumming for the morning, but it did my
heart good to know I could contribute to my darling sister's needs even
without a stiff dick.

   When I was done I rose up and saw the ugliest shit mask I had ever
imagined.  "You are so nasty," I said in admiration.  You can take more
shit than any other woman I've ever known, both figuratively land
literally."

   "Only from you Daryl.  Nobody else." and raised her arms for me to help
her up.

   "I love it when you lie to me," I said but any smile I had evaporated
when my sister grabbed me by the neck and insisted on a shit kiss I could
have done without.  Then, when she pulled back, she said sincerely.  "I
never lie to you Daryl, even though you lie to me all the time.  The only
time I really believe you is when you tell me you love me."

   Fuck, I couldn't help myself.  This little bitch had me wrapped around
her finger and caught in the invisible tendrils of her pink pussy.  If I
wasn't pussy-whipped already, it was only because of my determination to
dominate her tiny cunt and not the other way around.  Still, I couldn't
stop myself from kissing her shit covered face again.  It wouldn't have
bothered me if it was her shit.  That was even sexy to me.  But I could
never get worked up over my own bodily secretions, even though I adored my
sister for her total devotion to the same.  But love overcomes all kinds of
shit, even my own and as we kissed there in the shower I turned the spray
up full to begin our shared shower.

   I shampooed my little cunt sister's hair and spray cleaned then washed
her face, cleaning out her mouth and making sure no residue of our most
private desires were visible for public view.  She did the same for me. 
Still, when she got to my dick she used her soft hands to try and tease out
another erection.  "Shit sis, give me a couple of hours to recharge
anyway," I said as I mauled her wet hair, kissed her roughly and turned so
she could scrub my back.  She wasn't fully satiated yet though and when she
got to my asshole she knelt and began sucking on the motherfucker while
masturbating her already abused clitoris, "Just a little more, Daryl. 
Please.  I need to cum again."

   I did my best.  I relaxed, concentrated and thought about her eating up
my turds right from my ass and finally was able to squeeze out the tiniest
ball of shit for her.  Good for her word, when the shit hit her taste-buds,
the cunt had another orgasm, not a major one, but not a tiny one either. 
This bitch was insatiable.

   When she rose up, she had washed out her mouth and said softy, "Thank
you, Daryl.  I needed that so I could start thinking straight."

   "Understood," I said and turned off the shower.  "But wash your teeth.
When we go out to meet the public, I don't want you to knock any
prospective clients out before we can talk to them."

   Sharyl gave me a light slap, then a sweet tender kiss.  I didn't tell
her not to kiss me with that filthy mouth because I didn't want her to ever
have an excuse to hold anything back from me.  Instead I kissed her weakly
and told her to get ready to go.  We had some young pre-teen punks to track
down.

   This perked her up again, and strangely brought an odd glint to her eye.
I left the bathroom and tossed her clothes to her, I took mine and dumped
them in the clothes hamper, then strode naked an proud into my room in the
back and got a new set of working clothes.  I was just finishing off my
Windsor when Sharyl stepped in.  She was now made up like a girl you could
go clubbing with.  Carefully applied, but not too heavy makeup, cherry pink
lipstick and her short hair carefully coiffed as to create an androgynous
effect,

   "You expect to be fucking somebody?" I asked rudely.

   "Don't you?" she asked.

   I felt a puzzled look come over my face.  Not for the first time, I
realized that Sharyl was the only person, female or male, who could do this
to me.  Confuse me and get me off point.  I didn't understand her, and
wanted her all the more for that.

   "That's not even on my mind," I said.  "A good fuck always clears my
mind.  That's one of the benefits of having you around.  We have to hit the
curb and head over to Old Lady Kilwalski's grandson's house to start the
trail that should lead us to those photos."

   Sharyl just smiled a Mona Lisa smile and twitched her tight little ass
over to the door and opened it.  "Age before beauty," she said.

   I ignored any intended slight and walked confidently out the door,
giving her proffered ass a good smack as I did.  She squealed, then
giggled, then took my arm and walked me to my beat up Ford.  She waited for
me to open her door and could have been left standing there if she hadn't
pulled it open and hopped in when I started the engine.

   "You asshole," she griped.

   "Your asshole," I answered.  and she was suddenly curled up next to me,
stretching her seat belt to it's absolute limit.

   "My asshole," she concurred and I felt like a stud from the 50's with my
best girl beside me, except my best girl was my twin sister and would do
anything and everything I wanted in bed, even exceeding my expectations on
a regular basis.

   The kid's house was just a ten minute drive away.  We could have walked
it, but I expected this to be just the first jog in a lengthy set of steps.
This time I gave into Sharyl's sense of decorum and opened the door for
her. If nothing else, I wanted the neighborhood to get a good impression of
the Wickham brother/sister detective agency.

   I knocked on the door and took a step back.  A well dressed matron
answered the door and gave me an inviting look.  If Sharyl hadn't been
there I would have gone into dog mode.  Instead I played it straight.

   "Mrs Kilwalski?" I asked.

   "Why yes," she answered, sounding a bit haughty in her jeweled necklace
and pearl earrings.

   "I'm Daryl Wickham, and this is my twin sister Sharyl.  We've been
contracted by your husband's mother, Joanne Kilwalski, to track down a
bunch of collectable photos.  She has reason to believe that your son,
Walter Junior, and his circle of friends broke into her house and made off
with them."

   "Oh no," said the woman, dropping any pretense of sophistication, "I
told Walter that little motherfucker was up to no good.  He's a fucking
thief, isn't he.  Has Joanna involved the police?"

   "No," I said quickly.  "She has assured us that she wants to keep this
matter private.  She just wants the photos returned."

   The woman looked suddenly relieved.  This was not the first such visit
to her house, I could tell.  The only difference is that usually it was the
police with little Walter Jr in tow.  This was a bit less embarrassing, but
only a little.  This allowed her enough relief to go back into vamp mode,
offering up a suggestion of something nasty if I was willing to go for it.
I posted that to my back burner and asked if we could come in.  She opened
the door and I followed Sharyl in, brushing lightly against the middle-aged
housewife's breasts as I did and got an inviting smile in response.

   Inside the house we saw a large mustached walrus of a man sitting in a
settee in front of a huge flat-screen TV.

   He nodded hello but was ready to ignore us until his wife announced. 
"Walter, you son has been causing trouble again.  The little sonofabitch
stole your mother's collection of wrestling porn."

   "Oh fuck," said the man, shooting upright in his chair.  "If those
photos ever hit the Internet, we are totally ruined.  Where is that little
bastard!"

   "In his room," answered the wife.  "You would have known that if you
noticed when he came in, called me a bitch and tromped off into his room."

   "Is is okay if we talk to him?" I asked.

   "Sure, that's more than we can do." answered the man.  "And the woman
shrugged and sent darts of resentment at him in his lackadaisical response.
I knew the type.  Always ready to hand off responsibility to somebody else.

   I kept my plastic smile frozen and asked for directions.  "Where is his
room?" I asked.

   The wife pointed down the hall.  "There, at the end of the hall, so the
noise doesn't bother us as much.

   "Harumph!" grunted the obese husband and I said "Thanks, we'll only be a
few minutes."

   "Whatever," said Walter Senior.

   Sharyl and I headed to the boy's room.  I knocked lightly.  There was no
response.  I knocked again, louder.

   "Yeah!" came the pre-teen tough guy's voice.

   "Son, I'm Daryl Wickham, a neighbor of your grandmother's.  We need to
talk."

   "Screw you!" yelled the kid.  "Go away."

   "You can talk to me or talk to the police," I threatened.  "Your choice.
And I understand your next stop is juvie."

   There was a long pause, then the sound of the door being unlocked.

   "Come on in, for all the good it will do," said the kid, but the door
remained closed.

   I tried the door knob and it turned easily.  I carefully opened the
door, not wanting to step into any "Home Alone" style boobie traps.  When I
was sure the coast was clear, I stepped in the door.  The kid was lying on
his bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows in the middle of a room that
looked like a war zone.  He was playing some bloody violent video game.

   "Walter, your grandmother believes you were involved in the theft of
several collectable memorabilia..."

   "Ha!" he interjected.  "You mean her antique fuck pics." Still focusing
on the game he said, "I don't know nothin' about them." The kid seemed
intent on keeping to the code of pre-teen punk silence.

   "I don't believe that," I said.

   "I don't give a fuck what you believe," answered the punk.  "I don't
even know what you're talking about."

   I felt frustration start to build and I was tempted to accidentally slap
the kid senseless when Sharyl intervened.  She stepped out from behind me
and said, "Daryl, darling.  Why don't you let me have a talk with little
Walter."

   "But sis," I said, rolling my eyes back in my head, certain her amateur
interrogation techniques would a lot of parables that would only make the
kid both bored and recalcitrant.

   "Daryl, I am absolutely sure Walter and I can come to some agreement
that will let him keep his pride and still get us what we need to know."

   I looked at her and then at the kid.  I was surprised.  She looked like
she was ready to eat the little fucker up.  I took a step back and just
said.  "Okay Sis.  See what you can do.  I'll go out and keep company with
his Mom and Dad."

   "You do that," said Sharyl, ignoring me yet patting me on my crotch. 
The kid must have caught that out of the corner of his eye because he
looked up and suddenly seemed to realize a real live hot sex pot was in his
room.  I slowly exited the room while Sharyl asked him as she approached
his bed, "How old are you, Walter."

   "Almost ten," he answered, suddenly much less sure of himself.

   "Mmm," murmured Sharyl as she sat beside him on his bed and placed her
hand on his groin.  "You are an awfully big boy for nine years old."

   With that I closed the door.  If I didn't actually see anything, I
couldn't be held culpable in a court of law.  Or so I hoped.  At the same
time I figured anything that happened in that boys room was unlikely to
ever see the light of day.  Having said that, I was surprised at my sister.
I knew she was a freak, but I had no idea she had a kink for kids.

   Whatever, I thought to myself.  I just wish I had had a woman like
Sharyl show me the ropes when I baas a kid.  I would have given up my
allowance for life for a hot piece like her.  Maybe this kid would too.

   When I walked back up the hall I saw Walter senior snoring in his easy
chair and I tried to figure out where Mrs Kilwalski might be.  Then I saw a
door that had been left askew and walked it.  I opened it slightly and saw
Mrs Kilwalski lying spread eagled in a king sized bed, a huge dildo buried
up her snatch and what looked like an anal vibrator turning her asshole
into jelly.  I slipped in and closed the door behind me.

   "Mrs Kilwalski?" I said.

   "Fuck!" she groaned.  "Finally!  I've been waiting for you."

   "But your husband?" I said, keeping short questions as my forte.

   "Fuck him," she said.  "The fat son of a bitch is drunk and drugged.  I
added two valium to his meatloaf when I fed him just now.  He'll be out for
hours."

   I grinned.  I loved it when I got to fuck some other poor sucker's slut
of a wife.  No hassles no commitments.  Just my style of extracurricular
fuck.  "Well then," I said as I unzipped my slacks.  "Maybe I can help you
out a bit."

   "Yes.  Please," she moaned.  "Give me a real dick for a change.  Walter
hasn't given me a good screw in years."

   "Now that's a total waste of prime pussy," I said and walked to the bed,
peeling back my foreskin and offering her a hefty dose of uncircumcised
cock to go with her dildos."

   "Mmmm," she crooned as she opened her maw wide to accept my seeping
cock.

   "If you like the taste of my dick," I said, "I'd be happy to introduce
it to your sexy cunt and ass."

   She spat out my dick.  "Yes," she cried.  "I need your big cock.  Make
me cum with your big dick."

   "My pleasure," I assured her as I stated to extract the big dildo from
her sloppy cunt."

   "No," she pleaded, "Leave it in.  Just add your man cock.  Let me feel
the meat and the vibrator at the same time."

   "Whatever works," I happily conceded and found I could snugly fit my
dick in at the top of her cunt on top of her rubber friend.  I was happy to
find that the triple penetration made what I had of her hole nice and snug.
I felt my balls dangle against the flat base of her dildo and started
fucking into the bitches cunt.  She started cumming immediately, pulling me
to her and gasping out a heated orgasm.

   I was just getting started though, after being repeatedly drained by a
much hotter cunt than this slut could ever be.  Even so, the novelty of the
situation intrigued me.  The old man in the next room.  The kid likely
being blown, fucked and introduced to the taste of perfumed pussy down the
hall.  And me, I was getting paid to fuck a hot slut with an insatiable
hunger for young man cock.  I chuckled as I drove up into the mature
mother's fully filled pussy.

   "I love this shit," I grinned at her.

   She grinned back.  "You can have all this shit you want, young man." she
said.  "I'd love to feel that big dick up my asshole too."

   "Sounds good to me," I said and pulled out form her pussy, turned her
over and watched as she raised that big butt up in the air, offering it to
me without hesitation.

   Remembering how she had wanted to keep the dildo when I was fucking her
cunt I asked, "Want me to pull out the anal dildo?"

   "Don't you fucking dare," she demanded.  "Double fuck my asshole, and
don't worry, I took an enema before I started."

   "Too bad," I said.  "I like to know I'm in a woman's asshole.  My sister
never rinses her colon.  She gives the real thing every time."

   "Your sister?" exclaimed the matron.  "You fuck your sister?  Up the
ass? and she shits on your dick."

   "Every fucking time," I said as I forced my cock up in the woman's
asshole.  "And I love her for it."

   "You are so fucking sick," she complained at me, even as she grunted and
farted around my dick as I began fucking her asshole.  "Fucking your own
sister is gross."

   "Only when I do it right," I said.  "That hot bitch can take my dick any
way I want her too.  She doesn't just say it.  She does it."

   "You sick nasty fucker," keened the double ass-fucked bitch.  "You fuck
your own sister.  Your own fucking sister!"

   I laughed harshly, "Would you like her to fuck you too?" I said.

   "Yes!" she exclaimed as she came a second time.  "I want to fuck you and
your sister and see you fuck her shitty ass."

   The imagery worked for me too, but not before Mrs Kilwalski finished her
orgasm.

   "E..enough," she gasped.  "I'm finished."

   "I'm not," I said flatly and began trip-hammering my cock up her
asshole. I fucked her mercilessly.  She didn't seem to want it, but I
didn't give a fuck.  I was going to get my nut up the cheating slut's
asshole.  Besides, Sharyl might need some more time to milk out the kids
confession, or whatever else she might be milking.  So I began my aerobic
exercise for the day, pounding my dick up the cunt's asshole.  Fucking her
raw, fucking her hard.  I loved hearing her pleading moans to stop.

   "Fuck you, cunt.  I'll stop when I get my nut, and not before.  Just
give up that ass and accept the fact that you're getting a real assfucking.
Next time you'll know to keep some shit up there to keep your rectum
greased when I drop by."

   She cried and grunted and groaned.  She came again, this time against
her will, which made it all the better.  I built my rhythm and kept it for
several minutes until I once again envisioned my sweet sister feeding this
cunt her piss while I fucked her up the ass and I suddenly increased my
tempo until the cum boiled up out of my nuts, though the tube of my dick
and into the recently cleaned bowels of this middle-classed husband hater.

   "Fuck you!" I cried.  "I'm cumming up your asshole bitch." And drained
out my balls into the woman's spasming anal passage.  I ripped my cock out
of her asshole then, and she gasped from the pain.

   I then waved my smelly cock in the bitch's face.  She tried to wave it
way and turn her head, but I wouldn't let her escape.  "Eat it, you cunt,
taste your asshole." And watched as she took my cock in her mouth, and fuck
if the bitch didn't cum again as she let me rape her mouth.  Unlike Sharyl,
she covered her teeth.  Truth be told, it all felt way too sanitary to me.
Too practiced.  I liked my sex better when it was raw and nasty.  Or maybe
I just liked sex better with my sister.  Whatever.  I figured I'd given
Sharyl plenty of time to complete her interrogation.  I was tempted to piss
into he slut's mouth, but held off.  I doubt she could handle that level of
perversity.  Instead I pulled my cock out of her mouth and zipped up my
fly.

   "Thanks, babe," I said.  "You are one hell of a fuck."

   "Y...you too," she gasped.  "I'll tell Joanne the next time little
Walter steals her things to get you to help.  And next time you visit me
bring your sister.  I'd like to play with her too."

   I just looked at the archetypal MILF and said "Be careful what you ask
for," I warned her.  "My sister doesn't do enemas'

   "Next time I won't either," promised the woman.

   "I'm looking forward to it," I said.  When I got to her bedroom door I
asked, "Do you want me to close the door?"

   "Yes, please," she said.  "But please come again."

   "We will," I promised, not really meaning it.  When I got out the door I
saw my sister sitting in the living room, waiting.  I saw the walrus was
still snoring away and the boy's door was closed.

   "How did it go?" I asked.

   Sharyl answered by waving a sheaf of glossy photos in front of her face.
I nodded in approval.

   "Very good work, sis," I said.

   "If that was work I want a lot more," Sharyl said.  "And thanks for
keeping the old skank occupied while I persuaded little Walter that honesty
is the best policy."

   "I'd love to hear how you did that," I said.  "I have to admit I'm both
impressed and surprised at you, Sis."

   "Oh?" Sharyl responded nonchalantly.

   I looked around us.  "Let's get out of here," I said.  "We can talk
about this in the car."

   We quietly slipped out of the room and I held Sharyl's hand as we walked
to the door.  Once on the road I asked, "Okay, sis.  Spill it."

   Sharyl giggled then said, "Oh Daryl, it was perfect.  I was perfect.  I
was the little boy's dream of a perfect slut.  I sat with him on the bed
and told him he was big for his age....in every way.  Then I fished his
pretty little dick out of his underwear and told him I had very special
ways of making him talk and I sucked him all the way into my mouth.  His
penis tasted so fresh and sweet, I couldn't help but cum then and there."

   "Sis," I interrupted.  "Since when do you get off on sucking off little
boys?"

   "Since our little doctor session we never got to finish when I was a
little girl.  I just never knew it until now."

   I shook my head in disbelief.  "Oh God, Sharyl, can we not revisit that
episode again and again."

   "But Daryl, it was seminal.  My whole sex-life hinges on it, and now I
know what I need to cum completely, the way you like."

   "Yeah?" I asked, "How, with an eight year old dick in you mouth?"

   "In my mouth, my ass, my pussy.  Everywhere.  Daryl, don't you
understand, all I need to do from now on is think about junior's perfect
little cock and I'll cum for you without any reservations."

   "Fuck, Sis, Mom really fucked you up, didn't she?  All these years and
you're still working out the kinks."

   "But I am working at them, Daryl.  Isn't that good?"

   I glanced back to my beautiful sister and nodded in agreement.  "I guess
so.  So tell me the rest.  What did you do to get those photos from the
little fucker?"

   Sharyl giggled, "A wild little fucker, you mean," she said.

   "After I started sucking that little boy cock he started wiggling and
squirming around, moaning and groaning.  Then I suddenly stopped.

   'Don't stop,' he said.

   'Only if you give me what I want," I told him.

   'Anything,' he promised.

   'The photos,' I told him.

   'No!' he said.  'I'll never tell,' so I told him I would have to torture
him and I took off my blouse.

   I took off my bra and showed him my titties.  I taunted him with them,
'Oh, my poor titties,' I said.  'They need someone to suck them so bad, but
if you can't tell me, I guess it will never happen.'

   He whined like a little puppy.  He was in torment and I loved making him
suffer like that.  He was rubbing at his hard little cock and I said, "Oh
Walter.  My big big boy.  If only you would tell me where we can find the
photos."

   "Never!" he cried, so I sighed and undid my skirt.  I pulled it off and
showed him my shaved pussy.  I walked right beside him on his bed and
looked at his hard pre-teen cock, and pulled the lips apart so he could see
inside my wet cunt.

   "I am so sad," I told him.  "If I could get that lovely boy dick up my
pussy, I would be so happy, but unless you tell me where the photos are, I
never will."

   "Alright!  Alright!," he moaned, squirming and jacking that baby dick as
fast as he could.  "I'll tell, but only if you promise to do it.  Suck my
dick and let me fuck your pussy."

   I smiled then.  "Of course I will," I answered him.  "I would like
nothing more than to have your beautiful hard dick inside me.  In fact," I
grinned, "I'll show you a little of what you're missing," and I knelt
beside the bed and took that little fucker's dick into my mouth again.

   I have to tell you, Daryl, the flavor of that juicy little dick, leaking
little boy juice, hit me like a drug.  I almost lost control, but I forced
myself to pull off of him and said, "Tell me.  Tell me where the photos
are."

   "Ricky has them," he groaned but I knew he was lying, so I climbed up on
the bed and planted his baby dick up my seeping pussy.  I started fucking
him and the little boy lost his fucking mind."

   I have to admit that Sharyl had me going.  I was rubbing my dick through
the fabric of my slacks now as I drove along.  "Go on," I said.  "Tell me
how you got the photos from the brat."

   "Oh Daryl, it was wonderful.  His little prick was tickling inside my
pussy and he was in pure little boy heaven.  I could tell, but I suddenly
pulled off him and he yelped.  He was stunned and surprised.  I had taken
away his new found joy and I picked up my clothes to get dressed.

   I told him, 'I think you're lying.  If I go over to Ricky's and find out
he doesn't have the photos, you'll never see me again.  I'll never forgive
you.  But if you're telling the truth, or if you tell me the truth now,
I'll fuck that little cock whenever I see you.  Whenever we can sneak away
from other people, I'll teach you everything you can imagine about fucking
and sucking.  I'll fuck you till your little cock spurts its juice up
inside my pussy, asshole and mouth.  But if you are lying it's over. 
Forever.' And I started putting on my clothes.

   'No, wait,' He told me, almost sobbing.  'I have them.  I have them all.
They're in my drawer, in the hidden compartment at the bottom.'

   I told him, 'Get them for me.  Give them to me now and I'll fuck that
hot sweet peter until you melt.'

   That little bastard flew from his bed, over to his clothes drawers and
dug out a whole pile of photos.  'Here,' he said, handing them over to me.

   'Is that all?' I asked.

   He dropped his head and said.  'Almost,' then went over to his bed,
reached under the mattress and pulled out a set of color photos of Joanna
sucking off three muscle bound jocks.

   I smiled.  'These were your jackoff photos?' I asked him and he nodded
yes, finally looking like the little boy he was.  So I took the photos,
pulled out my smart phone and handed it to him.  'You want photos of pussy,
titties and ass?  You want to have some fuck pics to jack off to?'

   He nodded yes.  I stated showing some of the photos of us fucking.  The
little prick's prick pointed straight up in the air and he couldn't help
but say 'Wow!  You really know how to fuck.'

   'I do,' I agreed and said, 'And I'll teach you everything you want to
know just as long as you behave yourself and stop stealing, especially from
your grandmother.  She may be a perverse old lady, but she's still your
Gran.'

   Little Walter nodded his head and again and said as meek as a lamb,
'Okay.' Then added hopefully, 'Now will you fuck me some more?'

   I picked him up in my arms and he sucked at my breast like a little baby
as I lay him back down on his bed.  'Of course I'll fuck you, you little
darling.  I'll fuck you and suck you and eat out your dirty little asshole.
I'll cover you with pussy cream and if you can cum, I'll eat up all the
sperm you can give me.'

   He seemed to get shy and said, 'I don't squirt yet.  I just kind of
vibrate all over and feel real good.'

   I smiled at him and said, 'That will do for now, but sometime in the
near future, you will squirt, and I hope I'm the one you squirt in.  I'd
love to be the first female to taste your cum and feel it in my pussy and
asshole.'

   'Oh gosh, Miss.  Please fuck me now.  I'll be good.  I'll do whatever
you say.'

   'You had better,' I warned him as I rolled him over and helped him bury
his little cock up inside my pussy again, or you'll have to find some other
pussy to learn about sex with.'

   That little fucker started jerking and squirming between my legs and
finally I could let go and I hugged him tight as I flooded the little
motherfucker with my pussy juice.  I came like a total bitch and clamped my
pussy tight around his hard little prick.  He shook and shuddered, but
there wasn't any sperm.  Not yet, but I intend to keep my word and fuck him
every time I get a chance till he does.  Once he can actually shoot, I
don't know if I'll still be interested in him or not."

   Then Sharyl looked at the bulge in my pants and said intently, "Get us
home quick, Daryl.  I need that big dick of yours to fuck the shit out of
me as quick as possible.  I finally found what I need to cum completely,
but I need that nasty cock of yours to make it all right.

   Sharyl's story had got me hornier than fuck and I said, "Why wait," then
turned off into a motel parking lot so quick the tires squealed and parked.
I knew the motel very well and the clerk at the counter was very familiar
with me.

   When he saw me walk to the registration desk he eyed me knowingly,
"Another client, Mr Wickham?"

   "Not at all, Jack.  This is my new partner.  I just wanted to break her
in right."

   Jack snickered very nastily and said, "You lucky son of a bitch," he
half sneered.  "You get more trim in a month than I've ever had in my whole
life."

   Sharyl eyed Jack suspiciously, "Can he be trusted?" she said to me as if
Jack didn't even exist.

   "Sure," I said.  "We're not doing anything illegal here, just slightly
immoral." I wasn't about to give away that fact that Sharyl was my sister
as well as my partner, whatever family resemblance might be evident.

   "I don't mean us," Sharyl said.  "I mean, when I bring someone in here,
like we just visited down the road will he keep his mouth shut.  I expect
to have to interrogate a lot of suspects like that in the time to come and
I need a place to do it without worrying about someone being a tattle
tale."

   I looked at Sharyl and realized she now fully intended to fuck underage
boys as much as possible, probably the younger the better and hopefully
with the excuse of being on a case.

   "I don't know," I said, genuinely concerned.  Then a spark of intuition
hit me.  "Not unless we have something to hold over Jack's head that would
ruin him if anyone ever found out." I turned to Jack.  "How bad do you want
our business, Jack?"

   "Huh?" puzzled the clerk.  He was suddenly nervous and definitely had
something to hide.  Fuck, every body does, right?

   "Like letting underage hookers use your motel as long as you get a
blowjob on the side?  Stuff like that.  Right, Jack?"

   Jack was scared and busted now.  My guess had been right.  This
motherfucker used his position to knock off a 15 year old piece of pussy
now and then.  I'd guessed that over the years when I occasionally saw
heavily made up girls who still wore braces or needed training bras drag
their johns in here for an hour's work.

   "How did you know?"

   "I'm a fucking detective, Jack.  It's my business to know shit like
that. So listen, my partner may occasionally bring in very young boys for
private interrogation sessions.  Nothing coerced, but using her feminine
wiles to get the kids to provide much needed information for a case.  We'll
double the room rate, and you are free to use your peep hole to watch, just
so long as you don't film the shit.  I find out you're doing that and
you'll spend the rest of your life without a view."

   Jack was shrewd and unscrupulous.  He was probably like me in the belief
that any little fucker who got a chance to fuck a woman like Sharyl should
thank God every night of his young life, but Jack played true to form and
tried for more than was offered.  "How about me?  Do I get a piece of this
trim when she fucks her little boys?"

   "No!" interjected Sharyl.

   "I'm the only one who gets to rape this cunt on a regular basis," I
said. "I own this slut's asshole, pussy and mouth.  I just let her use them
on kids as a community service.  I love the bitch.  She's my fiance as well
as my partner."

   "Wow!" said Jack.  "Congratulations." But still tried for an added
benefit.  "How about you two.  Can I watch you from my peep hole when you
fuck?"

   Again Sharyl spoke up and surprised the hell out of me at the same time,
"No problem," she said.  "I like the idea of somebody watching Daryl and me
have fun, but if you record it, I expect a copy.  I can't get enough of him
and would love to have a record of our sex sessions." Then she said
unashamedly, "And I suggest you keep a set of rubber sheets available
because we tend to get very very messy when we fuck."

   "No shit," muttered Jack.

   "Lots of shit," I said.  "Shit and piss and cum all over the place. 
It's not for the weak of stomach or the sexually unsophisticated.  You want
to watch us fuck and you should bring a date, popcorn and a barf bag.  I've
been known to dump a full load of shit right in this beautiful sluts face."

   "And I love it," concluded Sharyl.  "But only with Jack.  No other
participants are invited.  You can watch all you want, but no other dick
squirts up my pussy, pisses in my mouth or feeds me his bowel movement. 
That's my rules."

   Jack licked his lips and said, "I can live with that." Then added, "How
about the kids, you get all nasty with them?"

   "Of course not," answered my sister, with total dedicated duplicity.  "I
wouldn't want to corrupt them."

   That made me laugh but it was cut short when Sharyl shot me a cold look.

   "I mean it," she said.  "Little boys want to fuck.  They want to cum. 
They'll do anything they have to to just get glimpse of a vagina.  I'm
giving them a chance for that, but I'm not going to expose them to the
filthy side of sex."

   I grinned sardonically, "That they'll have to find out on their own."

   Jack stared at us in confusion.  No doubt he'd have to think this out.

   "Fine," he said and charged me double the room rate.  I paid him in
cash, got the keys to our room and walked away like a gentleman with his
lady.  As soon as we were in the room, Sharyl threw herself onto the bed
and said.  "I love this shit, Daryl.  I love being your partner."

   "You love fucking little kids too, I see.  I have to admit I never saw
it coming."

   "Neither did I," admitted Sharyl.  "But as soon as I realized we would
be questioning a little boy I got so fucking hot I thought I'd boil over.
My pussy couldn't wait to wrap itself around a little boys cock.  It has to
be the same thing that started all this.  That fucking game of doctor we
never got to finish.  Mom is a total bitch, isn't she?"

   "For not letting her seven year old son and daughter get nasty with each
other?" Then I thought for a second.  "No, you are right.  If she'd let us
just do that little bit of exploration I'd probably never become the
asshole I am today, and you wouldn't be the slut you are." Then I stared at
my sexy sister laid out like a birthday cake on the bed for me, her legs
spread and her skirt hiked.  Her bare pussy shining out like a prize for me
to win.  "Fuck sis, on the other hand I need to send her a big thank you
note.  I love fucking your hot cunt and I will never get enough of your
dirty ass."

   With that I dove onto the bed and burrowed up under Sharyl's skirt.  Her
pussy was overflowing and I sucked at her as if to quench my thirst.

   "Daryl!  Oh Daryl!" and began hunching her pussy into my face.  "Oh, is
that nasty old clerk watching us now?"

   "I imagine so," I answered, not really giving a damn if he was or not.

   "I hope he is," groaned Sharyl.  "I hope he's watching you eat my open
cunt and now I'm going to piss right in your face.  I hope he sees that
too."

   Sharyl pulled up her skirt to make sure anyone watching could see what
we were doing and let loose a surprise spray of urine.  Surprising, but now
unwelcome.  I love drinking this sweet slut's piss.  I drank down her pee
as fast as I could.  "Oh, Daryl.  Drink that piss," she moaned, then to the
unseen cameras recording us she added.  "See him, Jack.  See my sweet mean
Daryl eat out my sopping cunt and drink down my urine.  He loves it, Jack.
And I love him." Then to me she said, "Fuck me Daryl.  Fuck my pussy and
impregnate me like you promised.  I want to be your wife, Daryl.  Your
dirty fucking, shit eating, piss drinking toilet wife."

   "You beautiful dirty slut," I growled as pulled off her steaming sex
juice cauldron, unzipped my slacks and let them drop down my thighs enough
to give my freedom to fuck her offered swamp of pissy pussy and climbed on
top of her to finish the job little Walter had started.  "You little boy
fucker!" I groaned as I embedded my thick prick up inside her compact and
snug pussy.  I thought briefly that Walter was lucky that Sharyl was so
tight.  Lots of full grown women's pussys wouldn't have given him any
friction at all.  His mother's certainly wouldn't, but Sharyl could squeeze
down on my little finger and trap it inside if she wanted to.  I knew she
could because I'd tried it.

   Sharyl groaned, "Of fuck, Daryl.  Think.  That nasty little man might be
recording you getting me pregnant.  Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

   "Sure," I said, humoring her.  Deep down I figured we'd already
accomplished that goal sometime in the past couple of weeks.  We were just
one missed period away from confirming it.  Instead of saying what I was
thinking I kissed her and held her tight as I fucked her in short hard
thrusts, letting her grind at me as I prodded her womb with the head of my
dick, knocking on that little door to see if anyone was home and if they
wanted my spermatozoa for company.  Suddenly it hit me.  She was cumming
and making me cum at the same time, "Oh Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" I bellowed
into the pillow.  "Cumming!"

   "I'm cumming too.  I'm cumming Jack.  I'm cumming all over Daryl's big
dick.  Walterrrrr!" she keened as she let loose a squirting flood of piss
and girl cum.  She thrashed beneath me as if demented.  She was right about
this being what she really needed to completely cum.  Maybe this would be
the first time she would be fully satiated.  If it was, I was in for a
shitload of worry as she found ways to lure little boys into her bed in
time to come...to cum.  Whatever, I thought.  I didn't care about that.  I
felt no jealousy in regards to her hunger for kids, just so long as it was
my sperm filling her womb and making babies with her.

   When I collapsed on top of Sharyl, feeling totally replete, I realized
she was out.  The cunt had literally passed out.  I rolled off and
chuckled. "Well, what the fuck.  Who would have guessed." and lay there
catching my breath.  I sat up after about 10 minutes and got myself back in
order, then pulled out the blackmail photos and started going through them.
They were remarkable.  Steroid freaks fucking women with enhanced boobs and
asses.  Ass fucking.  Dick sucking.  Some of the guys looked to be on the
verge of roid rage as they stared into the camera, their dicks buried in
dogs, sheep, women and sometimes other wrestlers.  And each one
autographed. Amazing.  I was surprised that this shit hadn't made its way
to the Internet, but who can explain that odd sports/entertainment culture.
Like porn, but different.  It all seemed real.  It all seemed fake too. 
But both venues had enough reality and enough affectation built in to be
laughable.  And both produced some horrible actors, with a few notable
exceptions.

   I straightened up the pile just as I heard Sharyl start to stir.  I went
to the bed and sat beside her as her eyes fluttered and a contented smile
spread across her face.  When she focused and recognized me she sighed, "Oh
Daryl, that was wonderful.  It was the best I've every had."

   I grinned, "Hell girl, that was just the frosting on the cake.  You,
little Walter and Jack's filthy little hobby did the rest."

   Sharyl sat up and gathered me to her, we kissed wet, warm and long. 
When we broke off I helped her up and said, "Ready to go home?  We still
have that dinner at Joanna's to attend"

   "Oh yes," remarked Sharyl.  "That seems like so long ago now, and it was
just this morning."

   "Yep," I agreed.  "Just another day in the life at Wickham and Wickham.
PI's for the perverted."

   Sharyl giggled.  "Do you think all investigators do this kind of work."

   "I doubt it," I said.  "Most fixate on shit like divorce cases.  You may
see your share of them before it's through."

   "Will they include lots of fucking?"

   "Mine usually do," I said as I gathered up the photos and took her hand.
I led her out the room, over to the car then returned to the registration
office.  I didn't see Jack but I heard noise coming from the back.  I
followed the sound and found Jack sitting in his little office, jacking off
as he watched me drink down Sharyl's copious stream of urine.

   "Like the show, Jack?" I said a little loudly.

   Jack started and completely fucked up his stroke.  He tried to
simultaneously stop the video and stuff his shit back into his pants.

   I laughed lightly.  "Don't worry, Jack.  We don't have many secrets
anymore."

   Jack grinned stupidly, gave up on his effort and left his dick dangling
and the video frozen with my mouth wide open and a spray of golden piss
spilling from Sharyl's urethra right into my mouth.

   "You really did it," he said in disbelief.  "You really drank her piss."

   "Sure as fuck did," I confessed.  "Wait till you see her shit in my
mouth.  That'll really freak you out."

   "No fuckin' way," Jack said.

   "Wait and see," I said.  Then I tossed the card key to him and said. 
"We're taking off now.  See you later."

   "Yeah, Later," he murmured.  "I sure hope so."

   "Like I said," nodding to the monitor he was watching.  "Next time bring
a date.  You might find something you'd like to try yourself."

   "Fuck yeah," said Jack as if the idea had suddenly registered.

   I left the perverted bastard with his dick in his hand and the image of
me being my sister's pet toilet mouth.  For some reason, it felt freeing
and good to know there was a sick motherfucker like Jack out there.  It
gave me hope.

   I got back into the car and headed back home.  Once back on the road,
Sharyl suddenly wanted to know what I'd been up to while she teased the kid
into a confession.

   "I did my best to fuck the shit out of little Walter's mother," I
admitted.  "But there wasn't a drop of shit to be had.  The bitch is into
enemas before anal, even if its just with a dildo."

   Sharyl shook her head in disapproval.  "What a fucking waste," she said.

   "Same thing I told her.  She promised if we ever decided to play with
her she'd forego that."

   "Well, tell me about it," Sharyl insisted.  "I want all the details."

   I told her and she was impressed by the double fucking of Mrs
Kilwalski's holes, front and back.

   "I've never even heard of that," said Sharyl.  "Do you want to try it?"

   "Not necessary," I said.  "You're so fucking tight it might split you
wide open.  Besides, you don't want to get that little cunt all stretched
out and not give seven year old's a glove to fit their hard little pricks
in."

   "Walter was eight," Sharyl corrected me.

   "I wasn't talking about Walter," I said.  "I figure now that you've
found out what works for you, we'll see them cumming everywhere from infant
to late blooming teens."

   A glow of hope lit up Sharyl's face and she said, "Maybe you're right."

   "I know I am," I answered.  "Meanwhile we have this dinner to go to."

   Sharyl smiled.  "Yes." she agreed.  "What do you think I should wear."

   "Something skimpy as hell," I said.  "These will be wrestling folk. 
They tend to go to extremes, as you can see by the photos."

   Sharyl looked out the window in thought for some time, then said, "What
do you want me to wear?"

   I grinned at her as I pulled up to the curb by my place.  "Something so
nasty, even the wrestling sluts with be aghast.  And then my trench coat to
cover you till you unveil yourself."

   Sharyl laughed and said, "I know just the thing."

   We walked up the sidewalk to my place and I slapped her cute little
bubble butt just as she darted upstairs ahead of me.  She ran into my
bedroom and stole my trench coat, then started to leave.  "Where should we
meet?" she asked.

   "Just drop by here," I said.  "Joanne lives just down the hall.  We'll
go together."

   "Great," giggled Sharyl and rushed out, promising to be back within the
hour.

   I took the time I had to shower, shave again and hit my cheeks, the
armpits, groin and asshole with some cheap assed cologne.  I had hopes for
getting laid again tonight, but I would happily settle for banging my slut
sister one more time before bedtime if nothing else panned out.  I dressed
in my usual dress slacks, arrow shirt, and Florsheim shoes.  I was just
working on the Windsor knot for my Polo power tie when Sharyl entered my
bedroom without knocking.  She was wearing my trench coat wrapped tight
around her waist.  Her makeup and hairdo made her look like a slutty
teenager.

   "Ready?" she said all exuberance and excitement.

   "Just finishing up," I answered and gave her an appraising eye.  I
grinned, "You gonna give me a preview?"

   "No," she answered.  "I want you to be as surprised as everyone else." I
gave her a worried look, but she just grinned at me and kissed me on my
cheek.

   She snaked her arm through the crook of my arm and curled in close like
my own personal sex-kitten.  I glanced at us in the mirror and felt we made
a great looking couple.  I laughed as we headed out the door.  "I was
planning on seeing if I could fuck one of those wrestling bitches, but
seeing you like this makes me want to forget that and rape your sexy ass
all night long."

   "You are so romantic," cooed Sharyl.  "Of course you get to fuck me,
anyway you want.  But I'd like to try on one of those big muscled body
builder types on for size."

   "Fair is fair," I said, "but I don't like it.  I hate sharing that hot
puss of yours with any other man."

   "How about little boys?" Sharyl egged me on as we waked down the hall.

   "That doesn't bother me at all for some reason," I admitted.  "I even
like the idea of you ushering those little fuckers into the wonderful world
of hot sex, but I feel territorial about your cunt when we start talking
about sperm spurting men."

   "I'll tell you what," she said.  "I'll insist on condoms with anyone I
fuck besides you and little boys."

   We were at Joanna's door and I stopped and turned my head to her bright
eyes.  "I can live with that," I said, "but don't kiss me with any other
man's piss, shit or sperm on your breath."

   Sharyl pouted,"What about you."

   "I know I'm the fucking king of double standards." I admitted.  "But
your womb belongs to me."

   Sharyl grinned and laid her head on my shoulder, "I know it does." she
agreed.

   I grinned back.  "So let's see if you can pull a train with these
pseudo-jocks while I get some diva pussy."

   "Just make sure to save something for me," Sharyl demanded.  "I'm
willing to put up with a lot of shit from you, but not if you don't have a
load of spermy scum for me at the end of the night.  I'll be so crazy for
it by the time we're done.  if I don't get it, I may kill you."

   I looked at her.  She was dead serious.  I wasn't scared, though. 
Whether she meant it or not wouldn't change what I did, but something
would. Something did.  I couldn't admit it to her though.  I was already
way too vulnerable to the little cunt.

   "Fuck you," was what I said instead.

   "You had damned well better, Daryl." You may fuck around, but at the end
of the day your penis is mine.

   "Shut up," I told her.  "Its time to party."

   "Don't take me lightly, Daryl.  I'm serious,"

   I turned to her and said, "I know you are, sis.  Now let's get on with
this shit.  Okay?"

   Satisfied her message had been heard.  Sharyl relaxed and said,
"Whatever you say, darling.  Mommy is going to suck some dick tonight, but
I won't swallow anybody's sperm but yours."

   I grunted assent, and rang the doorbell.  I about fell over when Joanna
opened the door.  She had on some weird contraption that held her bulbous
artificially enhanced breasts up and pointed straight out.  She had
something that resembled a figure, or at least the costume made it seem she
did, but there was nothing to disguise the fact she was grizzled and worn,
her dentures were yellowed, her flab was flabby and liver spotted.  Still
she had a martini in one hand and a joint in the other.

   "Oh darlings," she said in a wavering old woman's voice.  "Please join
us.  The party has just begun."

   As the door opened I felt we were stepping into a super strange
wonderland.  I saw one monster wrestler was sucking off another's enhanced
cock in one corner.  In another a big black woman was leaning against the
wall with her giant round ass jutting out while a midget was ramming his
cock up into herasshole.  I saw three women on as sofa, one redhead, one
oriental and one afro-american, all looking like aerobic instructors, with
their evening gowns tossed on the floor, using their mouths on each other
in a most delightful way.  I also saw couples fucking, sucking and others
chatting as if nothing was going on.  The kitchen table was surrounded by
bunch of over-developed ugly men in a drinking contest.  Sharyl gave me a
quick kiss and said "I'm off," then shedded my trench coat to reveal a
painted on bikini.  I mean painted.  My slutty little sister was fucking
naked with only a thin layer of body paint covering her titties, shaved
cunt and perfect ass.  I couldn't fucking believe it and was frozen.  I
watched in amazement as she stepped over to the table, climbed up on top
and announced, "You boys ready for a good time?"

   There was a chorus of "Hell, yeah!" and I saw Sharyl lay down the law.
"I don't swallow, you have to use condoms, but other than that I'm ready
for all you fucking fuckers.  Triple penetration is welcome, so are golden
showers and brown showers too if you're man enough to make with all these
other people watching.  But I don't eat shit and I don't drink pee either."
She tuned to me and winked.  I nodded at her and grabbed a bottle of beer
and raised it in her direction to give her my blessing and watched as she
disappeared amongst a mass of man flesh intent on defiling her.

   I then found Joanna and pulled out a manila envelope full of the photos
we had recovered from little Walter.  Joanna practically melted in
gratitude.

   "Oh, that's wonderful," she swooned.  "How did you do it?  Did that
little bastard have them like I thought."

   I nodded and said, "I don't think you need to worry about any more
problems from little Walter from now on.  My sister came to an
understanding with him."

   Joanna looked puzzled, but then shrugged it off.  "I'm just so grateful.
My Wickham, how can I thank you?" She fluttered her eyelids in blatant
invitation but I was not ready for that.

   "I don't know, what can you afford?" I asked.

   Joanna's countenance fell, but she tried to recover.  "Well, you know
I'm on a pension," she said.  "I don't know if I can really afford to pay
very much."

   I shrugged, "No problem.  I made some copies of these photos and I'll
just see what I can get for them on eBay."

   "Wait," said Joanna.  "Don't.  I'll pay...let's say I'll pay $200 for
your help."

   "Sounds great," I said, pulling out another manila envelope, "But if you
make it $500 I'll throw in these copies of the photos and this memory card
I've made digital copies of.  $500 and you get all of it."

   Joanna frowned.  "Okay," she said.  "Will you take a check."

   "Not on your best day, Joanna." I said.  "Cash only for you."

   "I hate you," Joanna spat and said "Wait here," and left the room.  When
she came back she had the money clutched in her bony hand.  I grabbed it
without further discussion.

   "Thanks, Joanna," I said.  "Nice doing business."

   "Fucker!" Joanna said.  "I'm surprised you have a business at all."

   "My business is predicated on three things.  One is my discretion. 
Another is that I'm as good as my word.  The final is that people know
better than to fuck with me.  I do my job, you pay for what its worth."

   Joanna turned curtly and walked away.  She tried to throw a wiggle in
her walk that would have been fetching 40 years ago, but in this day and
age just looked like a last cause.  I smirked.  Hurting someone's feeling
who had just tried to fuck me over pretty much made my day.  But when I
turned to check on what Sharyl was up to my vision was blocked by 6'2" of
ebony amazon beauty.

   "Sorry, pretty boy," she said.  "Your girl is busy getting double
pronged.  She got two dicks up her ass, one up her cunt and she's getting
face fucked and cum glazed by a dozen motherfuckers.  She won't swallow and
don't let nobody fuck her bare-backed so they're all blowing their loads
across her pretty face.  The bitch loves it too.  She's cum half a dozen
times while you been talking to Joanna." I tried to look around the big
black woman but she took up my whole view.  I admit she looked enticing in
her own right.  Her tits were huge, She had a sweat sheen making her black
shin shine as if she were oiled up.  Thick juicy lips, smooth clean skin, a
waist as small as mine but arms about the size of my legs, an ass that
almost filled up the room and legs the size of tree trunks.  She stepped
into me so that I was looking straight into her big brown eyes and her big
titties were pressing against my chest.  "You ever sucked a big clit,
baby?" she asked.

   "How big?" I asked.

   "Big as a little boy's cock, but lots juicier."

   I thought of my little sister and wishing I could that get the vision of
her sucking a little boy's cock out of my mind wile I let her guide my hand
down into her shorts and felt the protruding erect giant clit smear against
my hand.  I had to make sure that I was feeling up a woman so I dipped my
hand deeper and found it suddenly lost in a large open wet cave.

   "Damn!" I exclaimed, but then I added.  "Um-didn't I just see you
getting fucked by another guy?  I don't know if I want to be sucking down
another man's sperm?"

   "Why, you a homophobic?" she asked.

   "I guess so," I admitted, moving so close our lips almost touched. 
'Don't mean to be and I'm not proud of it, but I have to admit to the
character fault."

   She licked her lips then, and mine as well in the process.  "Too bad,
baby.  I could use some sweet white cock in my mouth while you suck off my
pussy.  And besides, Gorgeous Bobby came in my asshole.  His little pencil
dick couldn't find a spot to tickle up in a real cunt like mine.  think you
could do better?" and with that she threw her 10 inch pythons around my
neck and held me like a vice while kissed me; raped my mouth with her
tongue is actually more like it.  It felt like she used barbells on her
tongue muscle as well as her abbs and legs.  She was easily stronger than
me, but what the fuck.  I could take it.

   "You want me to eat your cunt?" I whispered.

   "Fuck yes," she answered.  "I'd love me some skinny white boy like you
to get trapped between my thighs.  You'd either make me com or get
strangled."

   I didn't have strength to match this bitch, but I did know something
about leverage.  I used the ass of one of the lesbians on the couch to
propel me and the black bitch back onto the floor, me landing on top.  The
bitch giggled as I tore off her top and started sucking on her giant
mammaries.  I sucked those big brown pleasure domes hard and deep, biting
them hard as I did.  She keened in pain and pounded her hand onto the floor
as if to disperse the pain.  I heard her gasp and start to roll me over but
I flipped quickly so my face was suddenly buried between her powerful ebony
thighs, and my stiff cock was offered to her hungry mouth.  I tore away her
scant leotard and buried my whole face into the syrupy chocolate quagmire
of the slut's cunt.  She let out a wail when she felt me latch onto her
oversized protruding clit and started sucking at it as if it were a prick.
She grabbed me by the ass and pulled my perfumed hard dick into her mouth
and started sucking on it as well.  I slid forward and managed to start
licking as sucking at the tender flesh of her cavernous love tunnel.  She
responded with as sweet and soulful a trill as a giant woman could produce.
She even started as I pulled her legs up in something simulating a
wrestling move and dove face first between her huge ass-cheeks into the
sweet well of her asshole.  it was a slimy environment, but I wanted to
prove a point.  Imagine my surprise when I felt her suddenly start sucking
as my asshole in return.  I started, then ground down.

   "Oh, shit!" I heard her exclaim.  I chuckled malevolently.  I had
suffered some wounds a couple of years ago that forced an operation and
left my asshole permanently, if only slightly, open.  I had learned to deal
with it by being especially sensitive to the need to evacuate my bowels. 
but it doesn't mean that when a woman probed up inside my ass, she was just
as likely to encounter some fresh shit there.  My sis calls it her
chocolate treat.  Most other women call it gross.  This black bitch seemed
to like it because I felt a sudden suction on my asshole that made me think
she might be Brazilian, the epicures of scat.  She probed her thick meaty
tongue up into my anal cavity and made me groan with a pleasure I usually
kept secret to only my sister and myself.  I decided this bitch was worth
the exception and sat down onto her face, realigning my mouth to her thick
clit and started sucking her big clit with a purpose, if not a real
passion. I wanted to fell the cunt thrash beneath me, which she was soon
doing, fighting for breath as my ass kept her from getting a full breath
and my clit sucking drove her to and over the brink of lustful fulfillment.
If this had been Sharyl I would have let my bowels loose when she cme. 
Instead I promised to take all my desire out on Sharyl later and finished
off the big black beauty with an strangling orgasm these muscle boys were
going to have to work to match.  She tried to dislodge me as she thrashed
about, but I waited till she had just about stopped struggling and rose up
off her, letting her breathe again and seeing her face turn from a graying
pallor black to the beautiful ebony it was supposed to be.

   "You like that?" I asked h er with a smirk.

   "You son of a bitch," she groaned.  "You could have smothered me to
death with your shitty asshole."

   "I could have shit in your mouth," I countered.  "I didn't do either. 
But I bet I gave you cum of your life, didn't I?"

   "You sadistic motherfucker," she gasped.  I just smiled.  Then she
panted, "Can I call you next time we come to town?"

   "Absolutely," I said and pulled up my pants.  I tucked in my shirt and
flipped her a business card.  I then turned away from her.  She was a
pretty good fuck and had some real potential.  I could get used to fucking
a woman my own size and weight is an occasional sex partner.  But then
again, I wasn't sure she could handle my life style.  Most women couldn't.
Hell, to date only one woman could and she was my sister.  But Sharyl took
to it like a fuckin' fish to spawning season.  As a case in point; I sat
down in a chair, crossed my legs and grabbed a Margarita from a passing
tray while I watched her get quadruple fucked by four of the ugliest,
hairiest, most grotesque individuals I'd ever seen.  They had her
spread-eagled in mid air, looking like a little girl in the midst of a gang
fuck.  Two giants, both of whom stood about eight foot tall with schlongs
the size of baseball bats, were penetrating her asshole from front and
back. Another acrobatic fucker was hanging from the chandelier with his
legs wrapped around her neck and feeding her his slimy cock at the same
time.  There was also a naked midget, the same one who had previously been
fucking my ebony amazon when we first walked in, who seemed to be riding
the giant prong from the front and probing up into Sharyl's cosy little
cunt from that direction.  From her expression, Sharyl seemed to be having
a good time.  She was laughing like she was on a carnival ride, but then
one of the giants roared like a lion, ripped his cock out of her ass,
ripped off the giant condom he had on and sprayed my sis's face with a
thick vicious coating of giant-sperm.  The other giant followed suit and
the acrobat was trying to finish off in Sharyl's mouth at the same time.  I
was ready to step in when she managed to spit the fucker out and spew
several thick globules of cum right back at his now swinging form.  The
Midget though, without the support of the giant fucker between him and
Sharyl, locked his legs around Sharyl's and kept riding to his own
completion.  Sharyl didn't even try to dislodge him.  If anything she held
him tighter, urging the little fucker to unload every drop of cum he had in
him.  I was starting to feel suddenly jealous, but when he finally
dislodged himself from my twin's cock-milking cunt, I saw he his full load
was still contained in a condom.  I saw Sharyl eyeing it hungrily and I
felt a twinge of tenderness.

   "You want to eat that shit?" I asked, knowing she did.

   Sharyl, now standing on wobbly legs in the middle of the room, her
entourage all panting as if they'd just lost a bout, her painted on bikini
smeared and mostly gone, revealing her right titty and a full view of her
lovely open cunt, looked over to me with begging eyes.  "Oh Daryl, Please.
May I?"

   "Go for it, cunt," I said harshly and Sharyl grabbed the overflowing
rubber and drank down the midget's spunk like it was liquid gold.  Everyone
watched in awe as she closed her eyes and swallowed the slimy leavings,
even licking at the inside to get the residue.  Then she looked at me and
smiled wanly.

   She mouthed, "Thank you," to me and I nodded.  Then she tried to take a
step towards me and started to topple.  Any of the behemoths around her
could have caught her easily but it was left to me to dash in to catch her.
I picked her up and she curled up to me.  She thew her arms around my neck
as she did.  I was surprised to suddenly see my ebony amazon show up at my
side and cover my sister with my trench coat.

   "Your little bitch can sure take some dick up her ass," she said.  "I've
never let either of those nasty motherfuckers close to my ass, but she took
them both at once.  I'm surpised she isn't bleeding to death."

   "Oh no," cooed Sharyl from behind my neck.  "My asshole can stretch
after I drink a bit.  It's my pussy that I want to keep snug and tight. 
God, I love to eat little men's sperm." Then she dropped off into a
catatonic stupor.

   The black woman looked me over and said, "You need some help with her,
stud?"

   "No," I answered more tenderly than I meant.  "We're just down the hall.
I'll let her sleep it off in my bed."

   "I could join you too," she offered.  "I'd love to get me some more of
that white meat tonight, and I wouldn't mind sucking on some coochie too,
if your lover doesn't object."

   I looked at the woman.  "I really don't know if you could handle our
standard sex routine, sweetheart."

   "How bad can it be?" smirked the amazon.  "You don't think I can handle
rough sex?"

   "Can you eat shit?" I asked bluntly.

   "Wha-?" said the woman, suddenly caught off guard.

   "Sharyl and I get very very nasty when we fuck," I explained.  "Very
messy and pretty fucking sick.  This shit is tame in comparison."

   "I guess so," said the woman in both awe and disgust.

   "Still want to hook up later?" I dared her.  I didn't mind ending this
relationship before it began.  I didn't need the drama and preferred not to
delay the disapproval of any slut who had heretofore considered herself
wild and open minded, but couldn't handle a trip over to the shitty side of
the bed.  An incestuous bed at that.

   "Can I bring a couple of bottles of Jack with me.  I'm game for
anything, but I may need to keep myself fucked up when the turds start to
roll."

   I looked her in the eye, "I'm surprised.  I really expected you to back
off once I told you the truth."

   "You don't fuckin' know me, honey," she said, then looked at my card,
"Daryl Wickham.  My real name is Yolanda Macpherson and I will be another
woman to you and another man to your fiance at the same fucking time if you
let me.  You seem to be able to deal with that.  Most men can't.  I can
fuck a girl with my clit while you're fucking me with your pretty pink
dick. If you want to add some shit into the mix, I'll eat it.  I ain't
never done it before, but that doesn't mean I can't.  Now, the question is
can your little cunt handle me?"

   Sharyl lazily raised her head from my shoulder, "C'mon then.  Maybe
Daryl can impregnate you too."

   The black amazon laughed, "Not very likely.  My birth control pills are
very effective."

   Sharyl went stiff and almost sat up in my arms, "Don't you dare use
those pills if you're going to join our family.  The women in our family
carry babies in their tummies when they fuck."

   Yolanda was taken aback yet again.  I jumped in this crazed
conversation. "No Sharyl, we are not a family.  We are not even lovers with
Yolanda at this point.  This is a discussion about casual sex, not building
relationships."

   "Shut the fuck up, Daryl," said Yolanda, looking like she was ready to
throw down.  "Sharyl has a point.  It's hers and I can dig it."

   She stepped over to me and took Sharyl from my arms.  Sharyl moved to
her without difficulty and draped her arms around the big woman's neck just
as she had mine.  Yolanda said plainly, "Kiss me, bitch." And I saw the two
of them melt into a kiss so erotic every exposed dick in the place went
erect again.  So did mine even though it was protected by a cummy set of
briefs and a constraining zipper.

   "You gonna be my cunt along with your man's?" she asked Sharyl when the
kiss finally broke.

   "Only if you can get pregnant with his baby, just like me," Sharyl
responded, panting in a new found desire.  I just stood silently shaking my
head in disbelief.  I was supposed to be a wild womanizing bachelor.  Now I
was engaged to my sister, and suddenly being offered up to father the next
generation of high-flying off the top rope motherfuckers.

   "Then shit on me," said Yolanda.  "Shit on me and make me like it."

   "Oh, we will," promised Sharyl.  "I know we will."

   Yolanda grinned a wide toothy grin.  "Lead me to your apartment Daryl.
I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and your lady tonight."

   "Just tonight?" asked Sharyl searching deep into Yolanda's eyes with a
question seeking commitment.

   Instead of answering her, Yolanda yelled over her shoulder.  "Baba!" One
of the giants looked up from his bottle of tequila and said, "Yeah,
Yolanda? What up?"

   "Tell Vince I fuckin' quit.  My contract's up anyway.  Tell him I've
found a new job, one that doesn't require taking his shit.  From now on the
only shit I'm taking is in my girl's pretty face." Then Yolanda looked at
me.  "You a PI.  You need a bodyguard?"

   "I do now," I said, thinking about the wrestling promoter's penchant for
behind-the-scenes violence.  But then the dollar signs started flashing in
front of my eyes and I said.  "And yeah, that could add a whole aspect to
our business.  There's good money in body guards.  Especially exotic
looking ones with big tits." Yolanda smiled back.

   I suddenly realized my business was likely to expand well beyond my
initial expectations because of these two women and the idea appealed to
me. I might never need to go outside my office to get all the pussy,
asshole and shitty action I wanted.

   "Follow me," I told Yolanda, and strutted out of Joanna's apartment and
down the hall to my own.  It suddenly seemed way too small, but it would
have to do for a while.  Not for long, I hoped with the business we would
be bringing in in the coming months, but that was something I would start
dealing with tomorrow.  Right now I just wanted to empty my balls in
Sharyl's pussy, and my bowels into Yolanda's open mouth.

   I held the door open and pointed Yolanda into the bedroom.  There was
going to be some nasty assed fucking going on tonight, maybe all night.

   EPILOGUE

   It was about four o'clock in the morning when the phone rang.  I had
just fallen asleep.  I raised my head and my mouth tasted terrible, like
somebody had shit in it.  Then I remembered, Yolanda had.  So had Sharyl,
but then they had both sucked down a load of my creamy turds as well.  I
had cum again up Sharyl's cunt and she had shown Yolanda that she could
indeed provide friction to that two inch clit the muscle-bound amazon
sported hooded above her cunt.  I poured the last dregs of my sperm in the
open chasm Yolanda provided and Sharyl had sworn her to going off her birth
control without any delay.  We were going to shock the neighborhood with
our procreation, no doubt.  Luckily, our neighborhood had enough dirty
little secrets that ours wouldn't be publicized beyond a five block radius.

   Anyway, I picked up the phone and a familiar, if long-lost voice, said,
"Daryl?"

   "Yes," I muttered and noted the time, then verified my suspicions. 
"Uncle Gerald?"

   "That's right, son.  Sorry to disturb you at this odd hour but I think I
have a problem that falls into your area of expertise."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "My apartment has been broken into and several...ahem...valuable, but
out of the ordinary objects were stolen.  I think it would be to my best
interests to have you look into it instead of the police."

   "Don't touch anything," I warned him.  "We'll be right over."

   "We?" asked Uncle Gerald suspiciously.

   "Yeah, well, recently Sharyl has joined my agency," and looking over at
the big black bundle of beauty presently spooning my sister, I added, "And
we just brought in some special talent.  We'll all be over as soon as we ..
well, as soon as we can."

   Uncle Gerald chuckled, "Still the same horn dog, aren't you nephew."

   I smiled in spite of myself.  "Same as you, old man."

   "Yeah, well there's someone I'd like you to meet as well," he intimated.
"I've been domesticated.  Right now I've got my new love tied spread eagled
on my bed and blind folded, at her own request mind you, and I'm about to
give her a very bitter, dark, greasy surprise."

   "You sick old bastard," I said.

   "Runs in the family, doesn't it?" he agreed.

   "Sure as fuck does.  Well, except for your girlfriend.."

   "Make that my wife, son.  We're newlyweds.  Been married all of three
weeks."

   "Jesus fucking Christ, Uncle, we have some serious catching up to do,
don't we."

   "We sure as fuck do.  How long before you get here, Daryl.  I don't want
to embarrass my bride, but I want to make sure we have time to get
ourselves presentable after I dump two loads in her welcoming orifices."

   I looked over at my own two lovers, calculating how long it would take
for us to clean up and get dressed.  "It'll be an hour, Uncle Gerald."

   "Thanks son, just enough time.  We'll be in much better spirits for it
too."

   "Good," I said.  "See you soon."

   I then placed my hand on Yolanda's generous naked black ass and shook
it, trying to spy the dirty round hole buried deep in the crevice there. 
In the darkness I couldn't.  Still, she looked up drowsily, as did Sharyl
when she felt Yolanda disengage.  Both of their faces were still caked with
my shit.  That made my tender heart melt and my overused cock jerk in a
failed attempt to harden again.

   "We got work to do, girls," I said.  "And our first case together looks
to be a strange one."

   Both bitches smiled.  I felt scared, horny and worried all at once.
   ~~finis~~