Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Butt-Fuck for Bimbo
Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
Butt-Fuck for Bimbo (buttfuck.txt) - A clear mislead in labeling.
Sure there's anal and it makes some kind of sense viewed from a certain
perspective, but it's a coming of age story and all that associated
stuff you wished you'd never found out. M/F, oral, anal
Butt-fuck for Bimbo
The first: Where's Mom?
Rodney Readystrap blinked as the morning light streamed across his
bed. What had happened to his alarm, he wondered. He certainly didn't
intend to be in bed this late. It was a special day. There was so much
to do he had wanted to get an early start. His father had promised him
a big surprise for his 16th birthday. According to his dad, 16 made
Rodney a man.
Rodney had another thought about what made a man, but he didn't even
dare think it. His father was progressive, but Rodney didn't think even
he would go that far. Maybe a car, Rodney thought. A car would be great.
With a car he might be able to take care of that other little detail in
his life.
"So, you finally got up," Rich Readystrap greeted his son. "Not to
worry, what I have planned isn't an early morning thing. It's better
you slept in. We're likely to be up to the wee hours tonight."
Drinking? His father drank, but only someone living with him would
notice. Rich was a drinker like most people were church-goers-
Christmas and Easter. Getting sloppy drunk was a rite of passage, but
Rodney hardly thought that was what his father had in mind. But he had
to admit he had no idea, really.
"You're not taking me to some bar, are you?" Rodney asked to put that
idea to rest. "Where are you going to find a place that will serve me?"
"Now that's just silly," Rich laughed. "If I want you drunk, we could
do that here. But I think you have a novice's knowledge of the kind of
places that might serve you."
It was in keeping with his manner in the past days. Rodney's father
was being mysterious about the whole thing. Rodney had no better idea
what might be planned for him, but it seemed he wasn't getting a car.
If he was, then his father would have told him by now. It left Rodney
with no clue what was coming.
"Where's Mom?" Rodney asked, looking around.
"She's busy," Rich said quickly and then brightened, "she's got a
part in your surprise, but I don't want to ruin it for you."
The second: Why am I naked?
Rodney tried to be patient. It was all he could do not to creep
around the house peering into closets like an 8-year-old on the day
leading up to Christmas. He father was infuriating in his calm, simply
saying it wasn't time yet when Rodney asked when he was going to get
his surprise.
Rodney had almost given up hope when his father went for his coat
and gave Rodney a look.
"Are you coming or not?" Rich asked. "All day you've been pestering
me and now you don't care?"
It was more like didn't know. His father had given Rodney no more
warning than getting his coat. How was he supposed to separate that
from all the other meaningless things his dad had done all day? And it
was all day. It was 6.00 and soon to be dark. Rodney had even less idea
than none what her father might be planning.
"What is this place?" Rodney asked as Rich pressed the bell on a
towering, but shoddy house that might barely gain the title mansion.
"Be glad you're not a cat, or that curiosity might kill you," Rich
said mysteriously.
No mystery was solved when a black man in an ill-fitting suit
answered the bell. He gave Rich a desultory look and then turned to
lead them into the house. It was as seedy inside as out and Rodney had
no idea what purpose had brought them.
"Dick!" came a voice from down the hall. "You old so and so. You
aren't here to run me out of business, are you?"
The speaker walked toward them and Rodney saw it was the wreck of a
woman- to be fair, she was only as shoddy as the house, but past her
prime- dressed in a plum gown that showed far too much of plump cleavage
to be allowed. Rodney was still processing her calling his father 'Dick'.
His name was Richard, but everyone shortened it to Rich, not Dick. It
seemed somehow seamy to call him Dick.
The part about business escaped Rodney utterly. Had it not, there
was little chance he would grasp the obvious, but it did. Big house,
lots of rooms, older woman still trying to be seductive; it was plain
to see for someone with more experience than Rodney, but the boy had
just turned 16.
"I did, and I brought help," Rich answered the woman. "We're going
to leave your place a wreck and all your courtesans hors de combat! How
have you been keeping, you old sot?"
Now even Rodney couldn't miss it. Courtesans. Holy fuck! It was like
finding the grail and like stepping into the lion's den. It was
Rodney's greatest dream that his dad would get him laid for his
birthday, but it was also his impossible hope. He liked the idea, but
dealing with the reality brought too many troubling things to mind.
What kind of guy did that make his old man, leaving out for the
moment that the old whore knew him? And worse, now what did Rodney do?
In his dreams he was cocksman supreme, making all the women swoon and
beg him for more. In reality he was a 16-year-old virgin with one
session of stinkfinger under his belt. His lack of experience loomed
large at the moment and Rodney shrank back.
"Now, now, none of that," the woman scolded Rodney, "you're here for
a purpose and, damme, you're going to do it - for God and Country if
not for yourself.!"
"That's right, son," Rich agreed, "Don't be shy. That's why you're
here, to knock some of that inexperience off you and get you up to
speed so you can catch up to those hormones of yours."
"Well, I'm glad you said knock off and not knock up," came a sultry
voice from the stair. "How's it hanging, Rich?"
Rodney didn't believe his ears and when he looked, couldn't believe
his eyes. It was Mrs. Marshall, his fourth-grade teacher and the source
of his first remembered boner. Only it didn't look like the teacher he
remembered. When he was in school, she didn't dress in filmy gowns with
hardly anything underneath.
"You remember Mrs. Marshall, don't you?" Rodney's father asked. "I
certainly remember the man to man talk we had that day you came home
from her class."
Rodney blushed involuntarily. It was embarrassing to have that
brought up in the first place and it was worse at the moment because he
had an erection again. He couldn't help it. The seven years had been
kind to Mrs. Marshall. They had brought her an even more voluptuous body
and much bigger breasts than Rodney remembered.
"Hello, Mrs. Marshall," Rodney managed to mumble. "It's nice to see
you again."
"Kid, you ain't seen nothin' yet," the other woman broke in, "Wait
until you unwrap her to say that."
"Now, now, Magda, Mrs. Marshall is just a suggestion," Rodney's
father put in. "I thought we agreed that Rodney should have the entire
stable to pick from. After all, a man's first is an important memory."
None of this was helping Rodney's blush. It was enough they had
firmly established what he was there for. Having free choice and Mrs.
Marshall among them was too much for him to consider at the moment. And
she was standing right there! How could Rodney say he didn't want her
when she was standing right there?
"Now Rodney, aren't they are being rude, talking about you with you
right there?" Mrs Marshall said just to Rodney. "I think if they want
your opinion they should ask you rather than debate it among themselves."
"It's just too much to think about," Rodney admitted to his old
teacher. "I certainly wasn't expecting this. Dad's been keeping the
whole thing secret all day."
"What kind of surprise would it be if I didn't?" Rich defended
himself.
"Honey, it's cute to see you embarrassed, don't take it so hard,"
Magda put in. "We're not making fun of you. It's just darling to see an
innocent in here. And we'll make it up to you- don't you worry about
that."
"Then I think it's time for Rodney to see what he has to choose
from," Mrs. Marshall took control of the stuation.
"But how am I supposed to... I can't... I know you, Mrs. Marshall...
I don't want to..." Rodney spluttered.
"Are you trying to say that you'll offend me if I'm not your choice?"
Mrs. Marshall asked, and on Rodney's reluctant nod, said, "Don't be so
silly. If I'm not your first, I can be your second- or third."
"He does get all he can manage, doesn't he? Birthday boy and all?"
Mrs. Marshall asked Magda.
"For what his father paid, he can come back tomorrow," Magda said
eagerly.
The third: Why are you naked?
It was hardly New Orleans at Mardi Gras, but Rodney was stunned.
There wasn't every shape and size, either, but the ones missing were the
painfully skinny and the grossly fat. Every other configuration of sexy
was standing or sitting in a row along the wall for Rodney's perusal.
He knew he wanted the cute little blonde. She looked very little
older than himself and smiled at him with such an open invitation, he
knew she was interested. But there were other things at work in
Rodney's head. He liked the girl and wanted her desperately, but he was
a virgin. He didn't want to disappoint her because he liked her. Mrs.
Marshall had made a good point. Rodney didn't have to fuck her first.
"Mrs. Marshall, I think it will be nice to have someone I know go
first," Rodney said gallantly.
Rodney didn't notice the bet over his choice changing hands as he
let Mrs. Marshall lead him from the room back to the stairs and up
them to her room. He was letting his mind wander freely. It did wonders
keeping his panic at bay.
"Now don't let this be daunting," Mrs. Marshall counciled as she
opened the flimsy wrapper and revealed that the only things left were
suspenders and stockings. "It is understandable that it is a shock
since you know me from before."
Not like this, he didn't. Nowhere in his memory or even fantasy was
there a picture of Mrs. Marshall naked. And then there was the part
about her maturing. She certainly didn't have the huge, pendulous
breasts when she was his teacher. Rodney just gaped for a moment,
taking in the expanse of naked skin in front of him.
"Hem... Usually the gentleman undresses at this point," Mrs. Marshall
cleared her throat and gave him a gentle reminder.
"Oh yes, I guess I gotta be naked too," Rodney blushed again as he
realized.
"Oh it won't be that bad," Mrs. Marshall soothed, "see how much
you've accepted the idea already? And I know it will be wonderful- for
both of us. You know, I find it quite exciting to introduce an previous
student to the ways of love."
Somehow it did make it better. It was like she was a professional-
and not a professional whore- like a doctor and Rodney didn't feel
quite as awkward taking off his clothes. Even when he pulled down his
underpants, he felt calm. He trusted Mrs. Marshall to be kind to him.
"Now you should touch me. You want to touch me, don't you?" Mrs.
Marshall asked as she sat on the bed beside him.
Rodney reached out a tentative hand and gripped her breast. It felt
squishy like he imagined. He lifted it to feel its weight and then set
it down gently to explore the other. As he did, a thought occurred to him.
"What about Mr. Marshall? Does he know what you do here?" Rodney
asked.
"Well..." Mrs. Marshall hesitated at the impertinent question.
"That's something I don't think I should go into right now. But let's
say that if he knew I was here, he'd know what I was doing."
Rodney understood belatedly how rude his question was. He resolved
to keep his mind on his business and not be so intrusive again. His
faux pas was forgotten in a second. Mrs. Marshall had opened her legs
to attract his attention and Rodney dropped his hand to her crotch.
Soon, very soon, he was going to put his willie where his fingers
were. Rodney was at the last station on the 'I've done this before'
line. As his finger-banged his teacher, Rodney looked up into her eyes
for comfort. Mrs. Marshall was smiling at him peacefully as if he
wasn't ramming his fingers in her cooze. Rodney relaxed a little.
"I think for the first time, you should get over me," Mrs. Marshall
said to move him along. "It's your experience and I think you should
be in control."
Rodney had no better plan. He was expecting her to guide him. Mrs.
Marshall slithered up the bed and rolled onto her back. She opened her
legs in invitation and then very sexily drew her feet up so her knees
bent to form a cradle for Rodney to enter. Rodney's eyes zipped past
those knees right to the red chink where her thighs met and studied the
part he was most anxious to enter.
"It feels better than it looks," Mrs. Marshall said and then regained
her teacherly tone. "I mean doing is better than looking and you have to
come closer to do that."
It looked fine to Rodney. He was enjoying the looking before the
doing. A good, clear view in decent light was a landmark for Rodney. He
did hurry a little at her urging, but he took a long look before he
moved. This was his crush before he knew what a crush was or what it was
about. He wanted her image cemented in his mind.
"Now some women want you to come in easy, just so you know," Mrs.
Marshall told him. "I don't care. I like a good stiff one hard and fast
myself."
Rodney was of the go in easy camp. He wasn't showing some mis-placed
concern. He wanted to slide in slowly so it took longer and gave him
more to remember. About half-way he got bored- or too eager. It had felt
the same for the first half. He drove into Mrs. Marshall and then looked
up for approval once their bellies pressed together.
"Now you have me," she said to his look, guessing he wanted her to
say something.
"Fucking my teacher," Rodney mumbled to himself. "I'm screwing the
first woman that gave me hard-on. How sweet is that?"
Mrs. Marshall maintained her silence at that. He wasn't talking to
her and she didn't want to delay him getting started. Rodney suddenly
figured that out. It's not just being in it, he scolded himself silently
and began to stroke.
It came more naturally than he could have guessed. Rodney was aware
of that when he found his hands wrapped around Mrs. Marshall's breasts.
It was natural to grab a hand-hold as he stroked his cock in and out
and he had without thinking. He did give some thought to the pliant
globes in his hands as he fucked his old teacher. He squeezed them,
mauled them a bit as he drove his cock in the warm moistness with
increasing speed.
"That's right. Hard as you like. Hard as you like," Mrs. Marshall
encouraged him.
Rodney didn't consider if she meant pulling on her tits or fucking
her. He spread his knees and slammed into her harder. He knew he was
getting close and it seemed he might stave off the crisis if he fucked
her hard enough.
As counter-intuitive as that was, it contributed to a huge explosion
when Rodney could no longer hold it back. He desperately jammed deep as
he felt his balls boil over, trying to finish his stroke before he
popped. He reached bottom before the spasm finished and then pressed on
Mrs. Marshall and jerked helplessly as the cum spouted out of him and
into her.
"There now. You've done it," Mrs. Marshall sounded proud. "I expect
you'll want to do it again, soon, but I got the first one."
Rodney couldn't decide if she was teasing him or genuinely happy to
be his first. In the cold light of having empty balls Rodney discounted
the significance. She was a whore. She might have been his teacher, but
she was a whore now. Who cares what a whore thinks?
Mrs. Marshall suggested a towel when Rodeny looked at his clothes.
You'll only be taking them off, she said sensibly. You could even go
down naked if you like. Rodney wasn't that comfortable yet. He wrapped
the towel around his waist and they went downstairs.
The fourth: Mom?
It was as if the journey from virgin to man was like stepping into
the light. Rodney needed a moment for his eyes to adjust as he walked
into the salon. It was the same as before, he didn't think the women
had even moved, but he was looking through newly-opened eyes. He saw
them differently now.
He was no longer a frightened virgin, unsure of his ability and
afraid of the unknown. He'd put it in, moved it around and come off
successfully. It wasn't all a lie and nothing bit off his cock when it
was inside a woman. These had been unreasonable fears, but they were
all dispelled. He wasn't puffed up from his one encounter, but he was
less nervous.
The less nervous part occurred to him when he saw the cute blonde
again. Sure, he'd done it, but he wasn't confident enough to think he
could impress her with his grasp of the process. Okay, she was a whore,
so he didn't have to impress her and she would act like he was the best
ever anyway, but Rodney had a need for her good opinion, her real,
private good opinion.
His head started to sweep right when he saw her.
"Mom?"
She was sitting next to the cute blonde and might have been talking
with her. Rodney was so upset he lost his grip on the towel around his
waist. It broke his stunned surprise and his vacillation. He was
relieved of the need to look away and his inability to tear his eyes
off the sight.
He quickly bent down to grab his towel, trying not to think about
what he had seen. His mother wasn't quite as exposed as the others, but
there was still a clear indication of dark nipples through her negligee
and he was all too certain there had been no evidence of underwear
around her hips. She was sitting chastely, for a woman in a diaphanous
wrap, so he was not, at least, confronted by her pubic region.
Rodney looked deliberately at his father as he stood and wrapped the
towel around his waist.
"What part of my surprise is Mom?" Rodney asked with a voice full of
accusation.
Rich had a disappointed look when he asked, "What part do you think?
Do you want to fuck her?"
"Mom?!? Are you crazy? Is that what you think?" Rodney was just
getting started when his father broke in.
"Then you won't. There are plenty of others to choose from. Why
don't you mind your own business and leave your mother and me to ours,"
Rich said sternly.
It was the point where Rodney might have seen the light, but he was
both emotionally unprepared and constitutionally too stubborn to parse
the facts. Instead, he looked quickly past his mother and pointed to a
full-figured woman wearing garish make-up.
"You. You're next," he told her authoritatively.
The woman bounced up happily, seeming genuinely pleased to be chosen.
Rodney knew he had chosen hastily in his desire to leave the room, but
convinced himself that one would be as good as another unless it was
his blonde of first choice. There was nothing in the rather short
woman's bouncy step as she led him up the stairs to change his mind.
She led him to the room he had used with Mrs. Marshall. His clothes
were still folded on the dresser. The woman walked directly to the bed,
sat and addesssed him.
"I'm Millie. I'm tons of fun and I really like to fuck!" Millie told
him. "What kind of things do you like?"
"I'm Rodney, as I guess you know, and I'm not sure since the last
time was my first time, as I also guess you know," Rodney said, rather
deliberately in an effort to slow what he felt as an onslaught of
exhuberance from Millie.
"So Diane gave you a straight fuck?" Millie asked. "What about head?
Did she suck your dick?"
Rodney had to process. It took him a moment to realize Diane must be
Mrs. Marshall's first name. The rest was easy.
"Yes," he nodded, "We just did it. She didn't need to suck my thing.
I was hard already."
Millie laughed. It wasn't a titter or a snicker. She threw her head
back and belted it out. It struck Rodeny as coarse, but it made her
breasts bounce in appealing ways, so he couldn't complain.
"You don't just get your cock sucked to make it hard," Millie said.
"And not so's you spit pecker juice in my mouth, neither. It's like
sauces and pickles, as I read in a book once. It's a treat and then we
can do something else."
Rodney didn't think she was the type to read, but the type he took
her for would know what she was talking about. It struck him as just
the kind of thing he wanted to know before approaching the cute blonde.
"Then I suppose we should do that," Rodney said.
His demeanor was not lost on Millie. She watched him carefully open
the towel and carry it with him to stand by the bed. She gave him a
snort and then pushed herself back onto the bed.
"Very smart of you. Put yourself in my hands. I won't lead you wrong,
you can count on that," Millie assured him. "I like to fuck and I'll
see to it that you like fucking me."
Now there was room for Rodney to put the towel on the bed. He did so
and then looked at Millie, sitting on her heels in the middle of the
bed, grinning at him. She saw his hesitation and diagnosed his confusion
at once.
"Come right up here and get comfortable. Millie will take care of
the rest," she assured him.
It was less instruction than Rodney would have liked, but Millie
gave him the feeling that it didn't matter. She could adapt to whatever
he did. Having no more idea than that, Rodney got on the bed and lay on
his back.
Millie was convinced the poor boy didn't have a clue. He was the
complete novice as she had been told. The proof was in action, as she
always said, and Rodeny's actions were those of a total neophyte. She
had been in position for several kinds of face-fucking, but there hadn't
been the slightest glimmer of recognition. He was going to lay back and
soak in the experience. The thought gave Millie a certain thrill. It
was like a return to innocence to introduce the new ones to the ways of
a man with a woman.
"Hello, little pecker," Millie addressed the already alert stalk
that jutted up from Rodney's groin. "I see you're glad to meet me."
Rodney automatically assumed she was using innuendo and double
entendre and had said 'meat me'. His manufactured self-assurance made
it easier for him to excuse his excitement. He clung to his idea that
girls sucked dick to get it up. The reason he hadn't been too excited
and ruined his chances was because Millie liked to play games with him.
That was Rodney's excuse.
Then his excuses and concerns were buried in the unexplicable, like
his cock was buried in Millie's mouth. How does one describe the
universal, inevitable, possibly sense memory inbred in the species? The
first touch has always, will always be the same and Rodney found there
was a strange recognition even in feeling a mouth on his cock for the
first time.
Something of wetness, something of an instinctual sigh of relief
came as always does as Rodney closed his eyes to try and grasp the
indescribable. Of course, that's where it ends, but Rodney didn't know
that yet. Millie urging him along with small motion of her head and
bigger lapping with her tongue was her way. Blow-jobs become unique
after the initial thrill.
Rodney was not having such deep thoughts. He was not confusing
Millie's technique with some standard, both because he didn't have the
experience and because he was too busy worrying he would cum
immediately. It felt so good, it felt as if he might. He held himself
very tense as Millie moved to slide the rest of his cock into her mouth.
Rodney was able to experience it as both diabolical torture and the
irresitable pleasure that made it so. She knew he was a novice. Was
that why she wanted to embarrass him? He struggled with the question
and his control as Millie pushed her lips down to the base of his cock
and made his cock a happy home in her throat.
"What's the matter?" Millie ended the torment to ask as Rodney made
a sound that edged to the upper register of distress.
"I think I'm going to cum in your mouth," Rodney admitted.
Millie laughed again, the deep, full laugh. Then she said, "Go
ahead and try. See if you can sneak up on me. I bet you don't have a
chance. I know what I'm doing, kid."
She didn't make Rodney happy, particularly with the 'kid' remark.
She reminded him too sharply that he didn't know what he was talking
about and that it was her business that he was trying to explain to her.
It gave him a defiant attitude when she went down on his cock again.
Unfortunately, his defiance was worth about two second's respite
from the sense he was going to shoot. He struggled a while more, as
Millie changed to a shallower waggle of her head with copius tongue,
and then petulantly gave in to her suggestion.
I'll cum in your mouth, Rodney told himself. I'll do that stuff
about pecker juice you said. Rodney even tried to push deeper as Millie
varied depth and speed. He found himself more frustrated, but lacking
the panic he'd had before. Millie was right. However close he felt to
cumming, she wasn't going to allow it until she wanted. She was
allowing him to strain at the edge and that was all.
As if she could read his mind in his exertions, Millie kept up her
varied sucking until Rodney had resigned himself to her control. She
knew what she was doing and he was an idiot for contradicting her.
Shortly after Rodney accepted that, Millie popped up with another idea.
"I bet you've never fucked anyone in the ass - have you?" Millie
challenged with her question.
Rodney was accustomed enough to Millie to know she was stating an
intention. In the ass? Rodney turned that over in his mind before he
answered.
It was a murky area- a gray area. Rodney had to admit he could make
no sense of it. Some boys - mostly the rough and barely civilized kind,
by which Rodney meant poor - tossed it off as simply part of the
process. Others, the braggarts and bullies, where the two groups did
not co-incide, mentioned it as proof they were masters and women were
cattle.
You can't get them pregnant back there. No one can tell you've done
it back there. Those were poor boy excuses that Rodney had to grant
seemed logical. The reasoning of the other type about making them
squeal and showing them who was boss was less attractive.
"You can't need that long to think about it," Millie interrupted.
"We'll assume you haven't"
She dragged her substantial body over Rodney as she opened a drawer
in the bedside table. Rodney knew he didn't have to think about it any
more. She was extracting a tube of something and he knew he'd reach his
decision after he'd had the experience.
"Don't wear that long face," Millie scolded as she put the tube in
his hand. "I like it and you will too. Now put some of this on my
asshole and squeeze some on your pecker."
Rodney felt it as privacy when Millie turned her back and poked her
ass in the air. He was free of her scrutiny at least. He used the
freedom to scrutinize her ass. She seemed plump, but Rodney guessed
that was in comparison. Pushed back toward him, her ass seemed broad
rather than big. Much curved out to either side, but the crevice where
the sides met was distinct and deep.
There was her asshole - right there. It looked very tiny nestled
between her cheeks. Knowing Millie's habit of prompting him, Rodney
put the tube to the brown spot and squeezed.
"There you go," Millie said. "Now work it in with a finger. Work it
inside, I mean."
It was simpler to follow directions. Rodney could worry about
everything else as he did that. He smoothed the glob out in a circle
around the puckered opening first and then pushed his finger into her
ass.
There was so little to think about. Her asshole squirmed and gripped
on his finger and wiped everything else from his mind. Rodney
tentatively tested the hole with a fucking motion of his finger. He
could compare it to finger-fucking. It was a lot tighter. Thinking how
much bigger his cock was made his head spin. Rodney wanted to fuck
Millie's ass.
"Ready now?" Millie asked as he got behind her. "Just don't forget
some on your pecker and then stay still. I'll do the honors your first
time."
Rodney wondered if some women like it slow and Millie liked it hard
and deep as Mrs. Marshall had said about fucking. It didn't seem as
difficult as he thought it would be when Millie pushed back against his
cock and the head and an inch following went right in.
"Like that?" Millie asked. "You're fucking my ass now."
Rodney's reaction had been more surprise. As he had predicted, he'd
know more once he'd done it. There had been a definite force to make
her asshole open, but as it did, it seemed his cock rushed right in
without further obstruction. He had the opinion that it would be the
same for the rest, but Millie had told him to stay still and he waited
for her to confirm it.
"I'm just taking a breath to let my asshole remember what a cock
feels like," Millie said by way of explantion. "You'll get the rest
real soon."
Rodney hadn't noticed a change when Millie pushed back. He just felt
a tight collar slide down his cock and the rest of his cock immersed in
the hot channel past her asshole.
"Now I can do it for a while, but feel free to join in when the urge
hits you," Millie encouraged, already moving her broad butt up and back
and making his cock fuck in and out of her ass.
She was jamming her asshole over his cock. Rodney suspected that was
at the root of ass-fucking, but it still struck him as strange. It was
also regrettably not what his urges urged. He wanted to enjoy her
working for his pleasure, but he wanted the pleasure as well. Rodney
had to help.
He pulled back as she moved forward and pushed forward as she came
back. That was it. The tight collar bumping the head of his cock made
the deep plunge into her ass just right. Both parts were nice but
depended on each other. Rodney needed to feel the tight hole around the
head of his cock for stimulation. Being right up Millie's ass was a
different satisfaction.
"You can fuck me as hard as you want," Millie suggested. "I like it
in the ass. I like it in the ass hard."
Rodney appreciated the suggestion, but wasn't ready for it. He was
enjoying the hug on his cock head and the dive into her ass too much.
It was some time later that he recalled the invitation with gratitude
for the permission and began slapping hard on Millie's ample ass.
Oh, he was going to shoot. He was going to shoot gallons and it was
going to squirt out of her ass as he rammed his cock in her. It was too
good to hold back.
He wasn't holding back. It was the nature of driving into Millie's
ass short and deep that made his need work to a fever pitch before the
first spurt came. In the meantime, he was an animal, smacking loudly on
her ass to the chorus of grunts from each of them. When he came, it was
like breaking the tape at the finish line of a long race. He felt he had
worked hard for it.
"That was swell. I like when somebody really gets into fucking me,"
Millie told him.
Rodney took it as a compliment since he could think of so many other
things she might have said. He was glad she didn't call him 'kid'
again.
The fifth: We take the fifth.
Rodney noticed the absence at once. The woman called Magda was alone
at one end of the string of girls. He noticed the cute blonde was gone
only a moment later. He searched the line, in case she had moved, with
a feeling of frustration before he noticed his mother was missing as
well.
"Where is everybody?" Rodney asked Magda.
She gave him a knowing smile before answering.
"I won't play dumb," she said, seeming proud of her decision, "They
couldn't wait to get up to... whatever they're up to. You can still
have pick of anyone here."
"What do you mean, up to?" Rodney asked, stubbornly stupid in light
of the situation.
"What does one get up to in a whorehouse? What have you been doing?"
Magda asked in return.
"But I wanted that blonde," Rodney blurted out.
Magda smiled again, not as generously. It was the smile of someone
anticipating profit. She nodded slowly.
"If you insist, then I can show you where to find them," Magda purred.
Rodney followed the swollen madame without thinking. He had been
unwilling or unable to process her remarks. It might be clear enough
what he could expect to find in any other case, but in this one,
Rodney was willfully ignorant. His mind would not accept the obvious.
His eyes didn't share the trouble, but his mind still resisted the
conclusion as Madame Magda opened the door and he saw his father behind
the cute blonde and the blonde's face buried between his mother's legs.
He regarded it as some sort of sculpture in his desperate denial.
"He insisted," Magda said simply.
"Then come in," his father told Rodney, a bit sharply, "You want
everyone to know our business?"
Rodney desperately wished he didn't know. He was left with the
belated and hurried appraisal. It was too confusing, even piecemeal.
He didn't want to know, except in a detached, theoretical way, about
his father's sexuality. It was better he wasn't fucking his mother,
but not much and even that was troublesome because he was fucking the
woman Rodney wanted.
Rodney couldn't ignore the other, but he found he could leave it
alone. Something was going on between his mother's legs that he could
gratefully abdicate. It was women sex and he had no reason to know or
wonder about that. It was partial relief to thinking about his mother's
cunt.
"You want to get in here?" his father asked.
Rodney shook his head.
"Then why did you come? You've been eyeing this one all night. You
can have her in a minute or two," his father said. "Or you can go fuck
your mom."
"I came here because you weren't around. I wondered where you were,"
Rodney said.
"You wondered where we were in a whorehouse?" the question was extra
mocking and his father was fucking the blonde without pause.
Rodney knew he had known and thrust it from his mind. It was also
the first time he had admitted it to himself. He had known his father,
mother and the blonde were doing something, something sexual, but not
allowed himself to think it. Now it seemed a childish avoidance and left
him with no good reply to his father's question.
"I didn't think you would do anything like this!" Rodney was strident
in lieu of a good answer.
"You were wrong then, weren't you?" his father noted without mercy
and without pause fucking the blonde.
Rodney felt twisted up inside. He didn't want the blonde any more,
not after seeing his father fuck her. He felt the disappointment, but
it was pushed aside by his mother becoming animated. She grabbed the
blonde head and wrapped her legs over the girl's shoulders. She was
saying dirty things that Rodney did his best not to hear.
It shouldn't be like this. He didn't want it to be like this. Yet it
was just like this. Rodney couldn't cope. He stood dumbly, staring and
trying to stop himself from seeing what he couldn't tear his eyes
away from.
They went on without regard for Rodney's distress. His father
jammed hard on the blonde's behind and jerked a while. His mother's
legs were swaying, gently now, back and forth on the girl's back. They
slowly came to a stop and his father turned to Rodney again.
"Now you can have her if you can get over here," he said dismissively.
"I don't want her now," Rodey blurted out.
"Then get out and pick a different one," his father said. "You said
you don't want your mother. That's the only ones here."
"But you'll stay and fuck them!" Rodney tried to be confrontational,
but ended sounding petulant.
"They're not complaining," his father pointed out, "And I don't see
you have any place complaining for them. What is the matter with you?
There's plenty of pussy. I've offered to share these. What can you
possibly want?"
"I can't. Not after you..." Rodney blurted out in despair.
"Oh. I see," his father was quieter. "Then that's what rules out
your mother as well."
"No!" Rodney was hot in frustration, "She's my mother! You can't
think of her that way. You don't fuck your mother! It's incest!"
"Does it hurt, Judy?" his father asked the blonde.
Rodney felt his head was going to explode. Everyone was making fun
of him. It was one thing to tease him for his real ignorance, but he
knew this was right. You don't fuck mom. And what did the blonde have
to do with anything - except his father knew he wanted her and took
him for himself.
"Not a bit. It's naughty," Judy replied.
"Look, you're upset, honey. Why don't you come sit on the bed and
we'll talk it out calmly," Rodney's mother suggested.
"You're naked, Mom. I can't even look at you. I can't come closer,"
Rodney said.
"Tut, tut, tut, young man," his mother contradicted. "You've been
looking right at me. It won't be any worse if you sit down and try to
relax."
"I don't want not worse. I want better!" Rodney whined. "This is
fucked up. I can't stay here."
"Then go pick a different one and get on with it," his father said,
with the sound his patience was nearing an end.
"No, no, no, Rich, he needs to work this out," Rodney's mother
argued. "You need to sit down and we need to talk. You're confused and
we can help you sort it out."
Feeling like a momma's boy, Rodney was drawn to the bed. There was
always that hint of demand when she was at her most soothing. It was as
if the warm solace she offered somehow threatened the exact opposite if
he resisted. He sat grudgingly and, having no better place for his eyes,
looked at the blonde now identified as Judy.
"You can look at me. I don't mind. You know it's only wrong because
some stuffy old men decided that, long ago," his mother said. "It's so
normal that they had to make up all sorts of things to stop boys from
doing it."
That made too much sense for Rodney to listen. He had to protect his
long-held beliefs on the matter. He had never examined the matter,
preferring the refuge of the eternal 'no'. He honestly didn't know if
he would like to fuck his mother. He didn't want to ask the question now.
"Why don't you fuck Judy, then?" his father offered Rodney refuge.
"You've wanted her all night. She can douche if you think my semen has
contaminated her."
"Sure," Judy spoke up, "I thought you'd take me after you had Diane.
I mean, I know she was an old crush, but I thought I'd be next."
"Well, Millie had me fuck her in the ass. You like it in the ass?"
Rodney confessed argumentatively.
"How do you think I was getting it when you walked in?" Judy asked.
"Not in the ass," Rodney declared sharply. "I could see better than
that."
Judy had a smile and shrug that showed her lack of concern for lying.
She was just a whore. Rodney had elevated her to higher status because
she was cute and aroused him. He let the truth of that crash down on
him as he looked at her smiling face.
"Then why don't you go ahead and see if I like it?" Judy said when
it was evident Rodney wasn't going to speak.
"And watch my parents fuck beside us? You'd like that, I bet. I bet
you'd rather watch me fuck my mom," Rodney roared.
"Why not? I fuck my dad," Judy said.
They were sick, contaminated and evil. Rodney wished he could run
out and separate himself from their contagion, but two of them were
his parents.
"Honey, you've got to loosen up. You're going to have a stroke at 16
if you don't relax," he mother bade him.
"How can I?" Rodney wailed. "They want me to... You want me to fuck
you! It isn't right! You can't say it is!"
"Sure we can. It's right," Rodney's father said. "Haven't you heard
of family vaules? That's what all sort of whackos claim for their
version of child abuse. Why should we be different? Our family values
close relationships. The family that fucks together... um... has good
luck together."
"Can't I just blow him?" Judy asked, reaching under Rodney's towel
to find his completely limp cock.
"You're just a whore!" Rodney recoiled, pushing her hand away.
"And so's your fourth grade teacher!" Judy replied. "You fucked her
happily enough."
Rodney couldn't understand her sudden anger at that. He looked at
her and neglected to protect himself when her hand went back to his
cock. It was kinda rude to call her names, but she had provoked him. It
did seem silly to blame her when he thought of it. After all, she was a
whore and his father wanted to fuck her. That was her job.
Rodney would have vehemently denied the skill of her fingers had
anything to do with his changing opinion. The fact his cock was getting
stiff was because he was re-thinking her part in his parents's
perversion. As he saw she was an innocent victim like himself, of
course his former interest would return.
"But you guys - don't fuck. Okay?" Rodney said a bit helplessly as
the towel raised to a point over his groin.
"You want to put it in my ass?" Judy asked as the parents went to
opposite corners of the bed and she lay back invitingly.
Rodney felt he was falling for something, but he had the sense it
was a meager shadow of what they wanted. And, dammit! if they wanted to
watch him fuck Judy, then that was their problem.
He found it easier to forget his self-encouragement when his cock
slid into Judy. He felt pretty confident, probably more than he could
justify, but that only made him feel more competent. Fucking wasn't
complex. He only had to jerk his cock back and forth the way he liked.
That was more important than the rest. What difference did it make
what his perverted mother and father thought? He was fucking to feel
good and that was what counted. Knowing what he wanted even made him
more confident Judy would appreciate his technique.
"Now, see what all that talking got you? Nothing. You should have
fucked me right away," Judy told him.
There was a disturbing lack of concern in her eyes as they fixed on
Rodney's. They could be sitting on a park bench talking for all the
emotion in her eyes as he stroked his cock in and out of her. Rodney
wasn't sure that was odd, having been too busy with his own concerns
with Mrs. Marshall and in no position to see with Millie, but he thought
there should be some indication.
Of course. As he kept forgetting, she was a whore. This was her job.
He couldn't fault the way her hips were encouraging him. That felt good.
It was probably too much to expect her to feign passion.
That wasn't quite it, Rodney had time to think as he began to slam
into her. There was something - interest? in her eyes.
"Oh, dammit! don't stop," she groaned as Rodney rolled into speed.
Rodney wasn't comparing expectation with reality at this point. He
was far too busy pounding his cock into Judy. Her knees were bobbing at
the pace of his hips, tipping her cunt for him to have all the depth he
could reach. Rodney was straining for harder- deeper to reach the
climax that seemed to dangle seductively in the distance.
"Cum, dammit! Cum!" Judy demanded, wrapping around him and freezing
to make Rodney carry on his quest for climax alone.
It took very little longer before Rodney felt his balls jerk and as
he began spewing cum into the grasping girl. He pounded on because that
seemed to pump more cum into her and because it didn't seem possible
for him to stop suddenly. He slowed finally and dropped onto Judy.
"Well done then, well done," he father congratulated him after a
decent pause.
"I'm glad you're happy," Rodney snarled sarcastically. "I guess I'm
a pervert like you now."
"Exactly like," Rich told his son. "Welcome to the wide world of
incest, son."
"I'm not fucking mom!" Rodney declared.
"You don't have to," his mother said gently. "You've just fucked
your sister."
Rodney looked at the grinning face of the girl still laying under
him. He looked left and right at his parents. It was a joke. It had
to be.
"I don't have a sister," Rodney said argumentatively.
"All right. Half sister," his father said. "You don't remember the
nice lady that used to sit for you and her daughter?"
The room was closing in. Rodney had no particular memory of this
woman. There was a vague thought of someone far in the past, but it was
the casual manner it was being explained that held the sound of truth.
"That was Judy?" Rodney asked.
His father nodded. "And Magda is her mother," he said. "Of course,
I'm her father."
"I told you I fuck my father," Judy laughed. "You just didn't know
you'd watched."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Rodney turned to his mother.
"Did you want to know? Would you have cared? Anyway, you know now,"
his mother said. "And you have no reason not to fuck me now. You've
used up your excuse when you fucked your sister."
"Half sister," Rodney said in his defense.
"But a full load," Judy interrupted as she pushed Rodney off.
"Ahh, yes," Rodney's mother said reflectively. "I suppose I'll have
to wait a while."
"You could suck his dick." Rich suggested. "I think that would hurry
things along."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you old letcher," Rodney's mom said
to her husband. "I suppose you'd be excited enough to fuck your
daughter again."
"I'd be excited enough to fuck you." Rich said with a light in his
eyes.
Rodney was too distressed to hurl. He had visions of entering a
brave new world when his father got him laid. That world had turned out
to have a landscape so disturbing that he was unsure of anything. He
didn't want his mother to suck his dick any more than he ever had, but
he felt helpless to resist.
Every evil, horrid, disguting, perverted thing he'd ever feared had
seemed to come true. Except a pussy biting off his dick. That hadn't
happened.
He was gloomily contemplating how he could wish his cock had been
bitten off when his mother lifted it to her mouth. She was nastily
perched on her knees with her head in his lap in a kind of re-creation
of the scene he had witnessed when he entered the den of perversion.
His father was behind her but not yet fucking her. Judy came from the
other side to watch his mother suck his dick.
"Don't just watch - here," his mother said, offering his cock to
Judy.
"Oh yeah!" his father loosed a hearty growl as Rodney's cock passed
back and forth.
Then his mother was being fucked while she sucked his cock. It was
so unreal as to be amusing. How could he fight it? She was obviously a
perve from all he had already witnessed. How could he be shocked she
was taking cock at both ends? His sister was a working whore. There was
no escape.
"You better finish up, Rich," his mother told his father. "Rodney
won't be long and I want him to fuck me as soon as he can!"
Not long was coming closer even as she spoke. Rodney was not left
unattended. His newly discovered sister was gobbling his cock with a
will and with a determined bobbing that re-created the most vigorous
thrusting. He was hard enough now, but he wasn't going to point it out.
"I'll help you with that," Rich replied to his wife.
Rodney didn't catch the significance of that until his father
slapped against his mother's ass and came in her. It was quickly
apparent that they didn't need him to tell them he was hard enough. His
mother went to her elbows and Judy pulled him up by the cock to lead
him behind his mother. He was pushed to his mother's recently vacated
rear and Judy aimed his cock at her asshole.
"Now wait a minute!" Rodeny protested.
Waiting was what they wanted to avoid. Judy slapped him on the ass
very hard and Rodney jumped forward. Like it or not, he was fucking
his mother in the ass. She was greased and apparently ready and Rodney
was half way up her ass before he could respond.
"I could tell you're an ass man. I could see it in your eyes," Judy
hissed nastily in his ear as her hand remained on his buttock and pushed
him forward.
"That's it, baby, put it in mommy's ass," his mother called with a
different kind of disturbing affect.
It felt like ass alright, but it wasn't as tight as Millie's. Rodney
found that disturbing on an entirely different level. Was his mother
more of an ass slut than a whore? It was easier to blame his father. He
had fucked her ass so much it was loose.
"There now. Just stay still," his mother instructed with his whole
cock in her ass.
Rodney had surrendered. None of his protests had been heard. None of
his argument were accepted. Even his physical body had been lured and
pulled into actions he hadn't wanted. Fighting did no good. He was
beaten.
He was unprepared when his mother moved her ass. She was a marvel.
Her asshole wasn't a thing. It was a living muscle and she had control.
Her ass clamped down as she pulled away and opened as loose as at first
when she pushed back to him. It took Rodney some time to sort out the
sensation.
When he had, it had maddened him to the point he lost control. He
added his own sway to his mother slamming her ass back on his cock. The
sway became a lunge and his mother couldn't continue. Her ass began to
clamp on his cock in orgasmic spasms and Rodney had to throw himself at
her ass with abandon because he could not anticipate when the resistance
might strike.
He was too seduced by the feeling to reason as he slammed against
his mother's rear to drive his cock in her ass. All he knew was that it
wouldn't last. He had a flash of his resistance. He was ass-fucking his
mother! However innocent he might have been fucking Judy before he knew
she might be his sister and how arguable it was that he was still
innocent, since Judy's relation was still questionable, Rodney knew he
was fucking his mother.
He was ramming his cock in her ass an inch or so above the actual
portal through which he had entered the world 16 years before. There
was no controversy on that. She was his mother and his cock was
slamming into her ass.
It was enough to distract Rodney a minute, no more. He couldn't stop
the tightening of his balls and jammed his deepest into his mother's ass
as he felt them jerk and spit out cum. There was no stroking as spurt
after spurt shot from his cock. Rodney pressed up and down to entice
more spurts and empty his balls into his mother's ass.
"There now," his mother said proudly as Rodney leaned back and spun
dizzily to the bed, "I hope you've been satisfied by your birthday
surprise."
If satisfied meant suicidal, then he was, Rodney thought. It was
horrible enough his parents condoned it. Tricking him into fucking the
girl they said was his sister was their fault. But he had proved to be
just as sick as they were. It didn't take much to coax him on the first
step. Then he weakly followed along and finally, there was no excuse for
it, he fucked his mother in the ass with full knowledge just because it
felt good. He didn't think it was fair to make his birthday present this
kind of moral dilemma.
Judy interrupted Rich's grinning speech before he got started by
saying, "You don't think he's done yet, do you? He's a young stud. I
see two more in him at least. If you're done, then let me at him. He
still hasn't fucked me in the ass, and then, well then we'll see."
"But look at how tired he is," his mother said tenderly.
"Use any house wife excuse you want, but leave this to professionals,"
Judy said. "Magda said to give him anything he wanted and he wants more,
whether he knows it right now or not. You do what you want. I'm going
to fuck him some more."
Rodney heard the exemption. Judy had told him how to escape.
"If I can have anything I want, maybe I'll go back and pick someone
else," Rodney said, pulling himself up to a sitting position.
"Then do that," Judy said without emotion. "I'll go back with you."
"You're not going to keep hiding behind that stupid towel, are you?"
Judy rolled her eyes as Rodney looked around.
She had left her costume behind and Rodney felt a sudden surge of
sibling rivalry. He stepped toward the door and Judy managed to stay
one step ahead. She opened the door and led off down the hall.
There was a swirl of thoughts in Rodney's head as he watched her
ass switch back and forth as she walked. They centered around the
uncertainly of her parentage and his urge to bring her down a peg by
ramming his cock in her ass. He didn't try to make sense of them. He
formulated a plan in the short walk back to the salon.
"Well, hello, done with them and back for more?" Magda greeted him.
"Judy said I can have what I want," Rodney said in lieu of reply.
"Can I take two at the same time?"
"Honey, you can fuck us all here in a pile, if you want," Magda said,
sweeping her hand down the row of whores.
Rodney didn't miss the inclusion of herself in the group, but tried
not to react. He looked down the line and pointed to a slim brunette
with small breasts and narrow hips. "I'll take that one, then." he said.
The girl, who he found out was named Tara, stepped forward. Rodney
turned to Judy.
"You too, you're not getting off so easy," Rodney said to Judy.
"Both of you to my room."
"Now I'm not going to fuck you much. I picked you because you looked
least likely to get in the way," Rodney told Tara on their way up the
stairs. "I've got stuff to settle with Judy and you're just here to
help."
Like Tara cared. But Rodney wasn't explaining out of kindness to
her. He wanted Judy to hear of his intention without having to address
her directly. He hadn't come off so well in direct confrontations so far.
Rodney felt much better when he walked into the room where he'd felt
like the king. Before his horrible revelation, it had been grand. He
was getting what he had dreamed of so long and it was the best birthday
ever. A little of the feeling crept back. He felt more in charge as he
sat on the bed and turned to his pair of whores.
"Blow job first," he said, spreading his knees.
Rodney felt the wisdom of his choice as he looked at Judy and Tara.
He was much more comfortable and in charge here. Judy was some inches
shorter than Tara, although several pounds heavier, and didn't seem so
daunting. Judy had boasted about taking it in the ass, but it would be
on Rodney's terms now.
There was an unanticipated benefit to Tara not getting in the way.
The girls came forward and knelt between Rodney's knees with little
difficulty. Tara turned herself a bit to the side and they both fit in
the space, within easy reach of his prick.
Looking down, Rodney could see which of them had his cock in their
mouth at any given moment, but the fingers supporting his limp stalk and
those tracing feather-light patterns on his balls were indistinguishable.
It wasn't of any great concern. Rodney was pleased with the broader
concept of having two women please him.
At this point it was a seductive, almost restful feeling. Rodney
surrendered to it and fell back on the bed. He enjoyed the anonymous
mouths for a while before making a decision to inform Judy of her place.
"Just lay my cock on my belly and work on my balls," he said. "Tara,
come up here beside me."
There, now she'll know who's in charge, Rodney thought to himself. As
Tara crawled up, Rodney gathered her with his right arm and pulled her
to him. His hand slid up to her head and he pushed it down where he
could kiss her. Tara took a moment of resistance to adapt but then
kissed back. As they kissed, Rodney slid his left hand over the humps
on Tara's chest, rubbing one puffy nipple into contracting and twisting
into a hard nub.
"Now rub that on me," Rodney told Tara.
It was the relaxation he envisioned as Tara dragged the hard nipple
over his chest. The friction made the other hard as well and Rodney
was treated to the two hard spots drawing designs on his chest. As if
to ruin the effect, Judy chose that time to dip down from slobbering on
Rodney's balls and swiped her tongue across his asshole.
Rodney jerked in reflex at the surprise touch and then quivered as
Judy moved up to point her tongue and poke at the flesh between asshole
and balls. It was not the relaxation Rodney wanted and it was making his
dick hard. He had meant to put the pair to work for longer and enjoy his
mastery. Now they could see his cock was ready, he didn't think they
would give him any peace until he fucked one of them.
Of course, there was no question where his cock was going. He hoped
Judy was uncertain because he had carefully avoided stating his
intention, but he had to admit she might suspect. Not that it made much
difference. Fucking her in the ass was its own excuse and her knowing
it was coming wouldn't change how tight her ass would be.
It no longer made much difference if she was his sister. It might
even be a bit better if she was. The main thing was his cock in her ass
and him being the one pounding his cock up her butt. That was in
addition to the normal pleasure of the tight, hot hole. Judy brought
out his aggression. Now she was going to feel the consequence.
"Eager to start, are we?" Rodney asked Judy as he pushed gently, but
irresistably on Tara until she rolled away.
"I'm just good at what I do," Judy replied. "And I know my stuff.
You weren't all done at all, were you?"
"I don't worry about the future. I deal with the present," Rodney
sneered, not remembering where he got the line, only that he liked it
at the time. "I'm ready again. That's all that counts. Now how should
I fuck you?"
"Over the incest thing?" Judy asked. "You sure sounded like a pussy.
'Oh no! Not my mom!' Of course it was different when you shoved your
cock in her ass, wasn't it?"
"Just get up on the bed, on your... Wait a minute," Rodney
interrupted his revealing command. "Just stand up."
Rodney didn't need psychedelic tantric posters for the possible
sexual positions to form and revolve in his head. It was pretty simple.
Insert the cock and then rotate the bodies. Just such a picture had
come to his mind as he was speaking.
Rodney got off the bed, his cock dropping down to perpendicular, and
pushed past Judy. He looked for a moment and then shook his head.
"No, over here," he said pushing Judy toward the wall by the head of
the bed.
There was the bed side stand there stopping Judy's progress. Rodney
nodded in satisfaction.
"Hands on the wall," he told Judy.
"Are you going to search me? I'm naked!" Judy snorted as she bent
forward to comply.
"Then that narrows down the places to search, doesn't it?" Rodney
said, bumping the drawer against her leg to get the tube inside.
"Oh no! Oh my!" Judy gasped in mock distress. "You aren't going to
do that, are you?"
"With more pleasure every time you open your mouth," Rodney said as
his greased finger went into her ass. "Please keep talking. It excites
me."
Not particularly disappointed with the way it had progressed, Rodney
chose to let Judy wonder a moment, now that his intention had been
revealed. He turned to Tara, who was laying on the bed, examining her
fingernails. He crooked his finger at her.
"Your job is to make sure she doesn't squeeze anything out to avoid
detection," he told Tara. "Get right down there where you can see."
Delaying as much as he could with Judy's ass so invitingly presented,
Rodney finally set his cock to her ass hole and pushed.
"Oh brother! You could be nicer about it!" Judy protested.
Her 'could' was what she wanted and Rodney didn't feel bound by it.
He took the 'brother' as generically as she had left it to
interpretation. Her asshole was protesting less than she was. He knew
he couldn't gauge how it felt to her from that, but he had little
trouble getting his cock firmly seated in her ass.
"Now while you're looking, you can lick my balls," Rodney told Tara.
He took an interlude of ball-lapping, letting Tara have a clear shot
for a bit as he rested his cock a few inches inside Judy's ass. When
he'd given her ass enough time, by his clock, to adjust, he rammed the
rest of his cock in her ass, ready or not. It was as tight as Millie's
but more lively, resiliant or rubbery.
"Are you going to punish me?" Judy asked, definitely mocking.
She wanted him to bang her ass hard, fast and come off too soon.
Rodney wasn't sure how he knew it, but he was sure he was right. The
idea still appealed to him, but another thing had come to him with the
revelation of her motive. His knees were slightly bent, probably in
some instinctive concession to Tara between his legs.
"How about this?" Rodney asked as he straightened his legs.
His feet were far enough apart to leave room for Tara without
bending his knees. The extra couple of inches brought Judy up on her
toes as he lifted her ass with his hard cock. Rodney didn't know how it
felt to her, but he had the sensation she was suspended on his cock.
Judy made a protesting sound and no smart remark. Tara lifted her
head a bit and lapped his balls. Rodney sawed in and out of Judy's ass,
her ass naturally rising and falling with his motion. Rodney was pleased
with the proceedings.
"You could take it easier on my ass!" Judy complained finally.
"I could settle for a blow-job, but I don't want to," Rodney told
her. "You bragged you could take it. Now take it."
But Judy was correct in saying it wasn't quite right. Rodney took
great pleasure in feeling Judy's asshole tug at his cock each time he
went in and brought her up onto her toes, but it wasn't helping Rodney
get off. The jerk interrupted something that was, to that point,
straight and smooth and arousing. Rodney knew he would have to stop
punishing her eventually, but he gave her a few more tip-toe inducing
thrusts for the sheer joy.
"Oh all right," Rodney sighed, implying it was mercy and not
self-interest, "I guess I'll just ream your ass good instead."
It was good when he'd been pinning her to the bed side stand on her
tip toes. Feeling Tara's tongue swipe across his balls made it better.
When he put the bend back in his knees to drive straight in and out of
Judy's ass, it was fantastic.
Judy's ass was on the exact angle of his cock in her position and
Rodney felt as if he was fucking a custom-made hole. Even with his
mother gripping his cock when he fucked her from behind, there had been
the slight sensation of pressure on the top of his mother's asshole. As
he slid his cock up Judy's ass, Rodney felt her sphincter equally
around his cock.
It was tight, uniformly tight, but also gave the sensation that
Rodney's cock had free and proper access to her ass. Rodney slipped in
and out of the tight hole smoothly and in growing excitement. It was
easy and it was good. Judy didn't seem to share his enthusiasm.
"That's weird!" she moaned, "You can't fuck me like that. It feels
funny. It feels too... easy!"
"Because your ass is so loose!" Rodney taunted her. "You take it so
much, it's an open road!"
"I do not!" Judy pouted. "I don't like it! It always hurt before!"
Rodney grinned to himself. Judy wasn't making sense, not that he
could understand, but he liked her tone. That was about all he could
appreciate beyond the smooth, free feeling of fucking his cock in and
out of her tight asshole. It didn't have the perks of spasmodic
gripping, but it was uniformly snug and Rodney was building up to quite
a pop.
"You do have a bouncy butt," Rodney admitted in gratitude as he came
to the short, deep thrusts.
Judy only answered with a grunt. Her fingers were spread wide,
pressing against the wall as Rodney jammed his cock frantically up her
ass. There was no dilution of Rodney's passion in concern. He'd
abandoned that earlier and wasn't even feeling pride that he was
reaming her so rigorously. It was just need that slapped him against
her rear and jammed his cock in her ass.
He had the benefit of that as his hips seemed to jerk involuntarily
and he straightened up as his cum spurted into her ass. Judy provided
all the wiggle necessary to induce more spurts from his balls as she
struggled on the ass-lifting cock. She bounced from toe to toe as Rodney
kept filling her ass with cum.
"And I'll give you another like it if you want," Rodney said weakly
and rather hoarsely as he stumbled back from Judy's butt.
Tara's contribution was not discussed because Rodney had managed to
ignore it and was not aware of what it might have added. Tara's presence
was not ignored by Judy as she stepped gingerly away from the bed side
table and faced Rodney.
"You can do her next, if you're going to be like that," Judy said
angrily.
"I thought it looked all right," said Tara smugly in reply.
Rodney watched the looks exchanged with interest. He wondered how he
could benefit from their seeming discord. He felt wise beyond his years
and experience when he guessed the reason for Tara's unconcern. Tara was
tall enough she wouldn't feel the inch or two of discomfort that Judy
experienced. Other than that, he felt that it had been smooth and Tara
evidently shared his opinion.
But he didn't want to fuck Tara. At least he wanted to mostly fuck
Judy. It was a matter of pride whether she was related to him or not.
Rodney was reaching the point of conceeding Judy might be related. He
didn't think she could make him feel as contentious as he did if she
wasn't.
"Now you two kiss and make up," Rodney suggested. "I want you to
work together and we can't have you fighting."
Judy rolled her eyes at him. Tara was expressionless. Rodney knew it
was a stale request. He certainly knew, seeing how he had first found
Judy, that it wasn't a request which repelled her. He didn't care about
that. He'd just seen their spat and it amused him to make them kiss.
"Now, now, save that," Rodney said when the girls naturally began to
fondle each other as they assumed he intended. "I might want it later,
but right now I want you two looking after me."
Rodney had just realized, to be fair it was the first time his lust
had given him the opportunity, that there were other ways the girls
could serve him. He was understandably fatigued and his desire was more
theoretical than physical. It was time for a bath and then, perhaps, a
massage.
Whatever of actual massage the girls had absorbed as a tactic before
jacking off or sucking off their 'massage' client was yet to be
revealed, but Rodney was more confident they could handle washing him.
He felt a soak might restore some of his vigor and with it his desire.
He was sure the feeling of being pampered by naked women wouldn't
repell him.
"You just like ordering us around," Judy said petulantly, making
Rodney step around to to slide into the the warm water.
Maybe the departing lust had cleared his head as well. Judy didn't
seem so estimable as Rodney answered, "Sorry to exploit you. I guess
you could lick me clean. I guess that's more like what you're used to."
Tara stepped around Judy and got into the tub right after Rodney.
She settled sitting on her heels between his feet and began to stroke
his legs with a washcloth. Defeated, Judy picked up another cloth and
began to sponge Rodney's chest.
He lay back for a minute or two of restful pampering before Tara
said, "You'll have to kneel up for me to get to the rest."
It was only one 'rest' Tara had lifted his legs in turn, washing
front and back, top and sides right up to his ass. She had carefully
avoided his groin. That left only one 'rest' for her to get. Judy
showed her agreement by pushing Rodney into a sitting poisition.
However clever Tara thought she was being, Rodney was beyond her
tricks. He got on his knees and she rinsed off his cock carefully,
with tickling gentleness. Then she bend down and sucked it into her
mouth, paying great attention with her tongue.
"Keep washing my back until she gets through there," he told Judy.
It was interesting, but Tara wasn't going to perform a miracle. She
was squatting in the water, not kneeling on top of it. Rodney let her
try while Judy went over his back a second time. Then he wanted to lay
down and relax.
Properly dried and a bit sleepy, Rodney threw himself on the bed.
More pampering, he thought. They can drag their titties over me. That
should be nice. He refrained from any direct command, however,
directing them to rub his back instead.
"We can give you a better rub than that," Judy said.
Fully aware her intention was to arouse him, Rodney let her try.
The bath had perked him up and he was willing if she was able. She had
to prove it first.
They had him lay on top of Judy. Rodney suspected she was the
sturdiest as Tara lay on his back. Between them, but with Tara the
freest to move up, over and around his back, they stimulated him from
both sides. Judy ran her fingers along his ribs. Tara contented herself
with her breasts on his back and her naked pubes on his buttocks.
Rodney had to admit Judy knew what she was doing. He had been better
revived by his bath than he expected and the girl sandwich was just as
effective making his cock interested. He found Judy had carefully
positioned him so the emerging stiffness pressed his cock to her pussy,
like an alarm signalling his revival. She smiled smugly at him as she
felt his cock get hard.
Rodney did the only thing left to him in the circumstances. He said,
"I remember you wanted Tara to have some."
He didn't bother with niceities. He lifted up and sent Tara sprawling.
She landed awkwardly on her side, her legs tangled. Rodney didn't try to
untangle her. He moved over and pushed one leg out of the way. All he
wanted to do was fuck her. It didn't have to be fancy. He slipped in
under one butt cheek and went deep in pussy. If not for his private war
with Judy, he'd compliment them on the return of desire as well as a
hard-on.
"I hope that's in her ass," Judy told him, still laying where he
left her.
"It's where I want it," Rodney retorted, "but when I come to you,
I'll take your preference into account."
Rodney didn't care about the competition between them. He wasn't
going to finish in Tara either, but he hadn't decided what to do. His
cock was going in Judy again, but he wasn't sure where. She didn't like
the way he fucked her ass and that was something, but Rodney wanted his
choice to make him happy, not her miserable.
There was a clear logic to cumming in her mouth. It was the one
place he hadn't yet. He could take it out of her ass and make her suck
it, but there was that emphasis on ass again. Circumstances had led him
to fuck ass more times than pussy and Rodney didn't want that to be the
memory of this birthday. He was a pussy man now and he expected to fuck
pussy and bring pussy to its knees begging him to fuck more pussy.
If he wanted to fuck ass, there was his mother. Rodney tried to
forget he'd thought that. He was thrusting rather energetically into
Tara as he went on his internal rant. He pushed in hard and stopped a
second. He needed to calm down or his decision would come as his cock
was cumming. He started to fuck Tara slower and think more reasonably.
"I think I should cum in your mouth. What do you say to that?" Rodney
decided to seek Judy's opinion.
"It's up to you," Judy wrinkled her nose.
"No words of wisdom?" Rodney asked, pulling his cock out of Tara to
continue the exchange. "No pointing out it's the only place I haven't
cum? Or have you come to terms with being for my pleasure?"
"I never fought you," Judy said defiantly.
"You know, fuck it," Rodney said. "Blow me."
He was the one making a big deal. If he'd ignored whatever she'd
said and fucked her he wouldn't feel this way. The lesson was simpler.
She looked hot and interested when he first saw her, but that didn't
count for much. The lesson was you couldn't tell by looking. Millie had
been lots of fun and liked to fuck. She was the kind you went to a
whorehouse for.
As Judy's mouth closed over his cock, Rodney had to admit what he
was ignoring. His father hadn't brought him to Madame Magda to just get
laid. That was perhaps the least of his motives. There was all this
life-shattering revelation and mind-numbing secrets to throw at him. It
was why he had become obsessed with fucking Judy.
There was something more than hooker-client relation between them
and he couldn't equate it with a quick fuck. She might be quietly
rocking back and forth on her knees, making his cock move in and out
of her mouth, but the pleasure he felt was only part of it. There were
confusing and sometimes arousing facts surrounding the simple acts of
sex.
But I'm winning! Rodney thought to himself. All the heavy thinking
was getting in the way of his appreciation of Judy's mouth. He'd be
better able to put it all in place later and he'd have the additional
memory of her sucking him off to put into the puzzle.
His full attention led him to discover his distraction wasn't the
only problem with Judy's machine-like motion along his prick. It felt
nice and all but it was repetitive and kind of... boring. With more
insight, Rodney might have understood he was the one light on his part
of the excitement, but then he was as likely to blame Judy for that too.
He took his cock out of her mouth and went behind her. He pushed
straight into her pussy without warning and started for fuck her just
the way she had been sucking his cock.
"I'm glad you want it to last," he said unctuously as he pushed in
and out at the same tepid pace, "It's so hurtful when it seems a girl
just wants it over."
Tara wasn't helping by laughing. Rodney couldn't really see Judy's
face, but he imagined it was red with anger. He hoped he was right.
"Look, pervert, I gotta do this, but I don't have to take this crap,"
Judy said defiantly. "Just do your business so I can leave."
"Leave?" Rodney tried to sound crushed, "but I might want you again -
and over and over and over. I can have my pick can't I?"
"Look, you're lucky you got it up and I'm not sure you can even get
off again," Judy said sternly, all the time with Rodney moving his cock
in and out of her pussy at his regular pace, "Over and over is a pipe
dream. You can't fool me."
"But I can fuck you," Rodney said, emphasizing his point with a
harder thrust into her. He gave her a series of the butt-bouncing
thrusts and said, "And I can come back tomorrow. Madame Magda said."
He didn't care that it might sound whiney to Tara. Judy knew what he
was saying and he hoped it pissed her off.
"Tomorrow's my day off!" Judy spat out, but Rodney didn't believe her.
He knew why. Judy had been teasing him before he'd been told she was
related. However that was, he had been trying to stop her smart mouth
since. He'd felt pretty good about her complaining when he'd reamed her
good, but she hadn't let it stop. Not seeing the logical conclusion -
that any victory would be temporary - Rodney was determined to make her
yield.
He pulled out of her pussy and presented his cock to her face.
"Now get me off, if you're good enough," he challenged.
He was almost immediately sorry. He couldn't honestly say she was
hurting him, but he was certain she set out to make it as uncomfortable
as she could. She sucked too hard and moved too much. She was pulling
the skin of his cock roughly up and down and it was anything but erotic.
"You're going to suck it until I cum if it takes all your day off!"
Rodney grunted with as much force as he could manage.
He didn't know what threat would work the best, but he shyed away
from anything about tattling to Madame Magda. He was trying to be the
man here and that was so childish.
He was wondering what would happen if he hauled off and smacked her
one, when Judy stopped being so rough. It left Rodney with an
ambivalent feeling. From the safety of not having to, Rodney wondered
what Judy would do if he smacked her. None of the dangers, like her
beating him up, loomed over him and he felt the loss of an opportunity.
He did appreciate Judy sucking his cock more, however. She was being
nice about it and not even boring.
"Look. If you really want it good, then lay down," Judy lifted her
head to suggest. "I can do it better that way."
Tara hadn't disappeared. She was asleep. Rodney lay next to her and
Judy moved her face over his erect prick. Suddenly it was everything
Rodney wanted. Judy was being the good whore again, bringing novelty
and cunning to the way she moved her mouth on his cock.
There was plenty of fun for the head of his cock as she concentrated
on it and then licked around. His shaft got occasional stroking of her
hand, in bursts that went with the sucking and she swallowed him deep in
swoops for variety. Rodney was in the mood as Judy licked his balls and
then made long laps up the underside of his cock to the head. When she
began to suck again, Rodney was in the home stretch.
"Oh! Go for it!" Rodney gasped as Judy's head was demanding as it
rubbed the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth.
Then he came in her mouth.
"Damn!" Rodney exhaled weakly when he had painted her tonsils. "That
was good."
The Sixth: Robots in Joy Land
Rodney woke up alone. His clothes were just where they had been
folded. He looked around the room with a feeling of satisfaction. If he
woke up in his own bed, he would have questioned his memory. The room
provided proof it wasn't a dream.
Then Rodney remembered more. Dream or nightmare? Did he really fuck
his mother? In the ass? Rodney was no longer as comfortable with his
memories in the room. He dressed quickly and went down the stairs. The
salon bore no resemblance to the room it had been. His parents sat
across a cloth-covered table from Magda, drinking coffee.
"There's the man himself," Rich Readystrap greeted his son.
"Olga!" Magda called.
"Come and sit, honey, we're having a late breakfast," his mother
invited.
Rodney was puzzled when the cute blonde he knew as Judy answered
Magda's call. He was uncharacteristically quiet about the development.
He waited until the girl joined them and then looked at his father.
"She looks like a Judy to me," Rich shrugged. "That's what I call
her. I can't help her mother thinks she's Olga."
"Then can I call him Pooter?" Judy/Olga pointed at Rodney. "Because
he looks like a Pooter to me."
"You can stop that," Magda scolded before Rodney could react. "You
had time enough for fun last night. It's time to act your age."
It would have still been childish, Rodney thought when he saw how
quickly Judy was brought to heel by Magda. It wasn't very manly to put
a whore in line by threatening to tell her mother on her. He was still
amused to see her obey.
"How old is she?" Rodney asked Magda, intending to create the
impression he was the important client and Judy/Olga was the lowly
whore.
"Old enough to know better and still young enough to be good at it,"
Judy chirped up.
Magda didn't come to his rescue this time. She laughed along with
Judy. Magda wasn't going to hold her so he could hit her.
"She's an adult under all applicable laws," Rich said hurridly.
"There's no question about that."
Rodney was in no position to ask his dad if he checked her I.D. He
wasn't doing so well in the repartee department. He kept quiet.
"You don't think I'd let her be abused if she wasn't of age, do you?"
his mother asked.
"I'm not of age," Rodney blurted out.
"Sure you are!" Rich started and was cut off.
"But it's different for boys. You're not going to send us all to
prison, are you, honey?" his mother interrupted. "You don't want that,
do you?"
Rodney considered for a moment. No - he wasn't ready to live alone
with his father. It was bound to suck. His father might want to be all
buddy-buddy or he might be pissed Rodney had landed his wife in jail.
Not that Rodney seriously considered having his mother arrested.
Just Judy might be another matter, but they were inextricably
intertwined. Not that he wanted her to go to jail either, but it would
wipe the smile off her face.
"So you're going to live with us now?" Rodney asked Judy in a
complete change of subject.
"As if!" Judy/Olga sniffed. "You'll have to get your pussy the old
fashioned way - go without."
"Judy is welcome of course," Rich began, "but as we've just said,
she's an adult and she's chosen to stay with her mother."
"Because she likes being a whore!" Rodney snapped.
"Because I have my own room and no bratty brother!" Judy retorted.
Rodney looked for someone to interrupt, but all the others at the
table seemed content to let them argue.
"No bratty brother that fucked you in every hole you have!" Rodney
came back.
"Or any other kind," Judy said smugly, reflecting what Rodney hoped
would be a telling blow.
"Well, good!" Rodney finished lamely. "Now I don't have to explain
you to my friends."
It felt crowded in the car home. Rodney was surprised how much fuller
it felt with his mom the only additional passenger. He felt it was hard
to talk, but he couldn't think what he'd say if she wasn't there. There
were lots of things he wanted to say, but not out loud.
"Now maybe I owe you a bit of an apology," Rich said as they came in
the house.
Rodney looked expectantly at him for an explanation.
"You see, it was about time you knew about your sister. You're old
enough to understand how that kind of thing can happen. And I wanted
you to have a great 16th birthday, but maybe I shouldn't have tried to
do both of those at once," Rich said.
"Okay - Yeah - I get that, but what about you telling me to fuck
Mom?" Rodney asked.
"Now wait a minute..." Rich said.
"Let me handle this, Rich," Rodney's mother said. "I was there. Your
father didn't tell you to do anything. He asked if you wanted to. And I
told him to ask. Actually, I demanded he ask."
"But why?..." Rodney stuttered.
"Let me finish," his mother said. "I'm not saying your half sister
came as any great shock to me. There were reasons and excuses all
around about that, but I was shocked to find out our sweet sitter was
in fact a whore. Then I found out your father's little indiscretion had
grown up to be a whore as well... I was a bit miffed."
"Threw a frying pan," Rich interrupted.
"A bit miffed," his mother repeated, "Of course I had forbidden any
discussion, so your father, again, had an excuse. Only I wasn't going
to let him get away with it."
"I tried to tell her, I did," Rich said.
"We worked out a compromise as any loving couple would," she went on.
"Now, I've sat back and watched you grow into quite a man, Rodney."
"Me?" Rodney was flabbergasted.
"Yes, you," she said. "And that was what I wanted. I wanted to see
if you felt the same. I wanted you. I wanted you so badly, I told your
father all would be forgiven if he gave me just the opportunity to find
out if you felt the same."
"But you're my mother!" Rodney panted.
"We know all that now," his mother said. "Your father gave me the
opportunity, for which I had to let him have the same chance with Olga,
which she took without hesitation. That was how it all happened."
"I'm supposed to fuck you now?" Rodney asked. "Now I've proven to be
as big a pervert as the rest of you?"
"No, honey," she said sadly, "You've made it clear how you feel. I'm
sad, but I'll get over it. And I still love you just as much as ever."
"But what if I change my mind?" Rodney asked, not liking her tone.
"I wanted honesty and I think I got it," she said. "I won't believe
you if you say you want me. I can only think you're doing it for me and
that's sweet, but I can't have any part of it."
Rodney felt a door slam. Never mind it wasn't one he wished to enter,
he felt the loss. It made him think of Judy.
"But what about my sister?" Rodney asked.
"She's damn expensive," Rich said. "I'd forget about her if you ever
want to afford a car."
"That's not what he means," his mother interpreted for him. "You
heard us. She can live here if she wants, but she doesn't. She has all
the freedom she wants. I can't think Madame Magda rides her too hard,
except to keep her working, which she seems to enjoy. Then there's lots
of money, more than we'd give her. She's happier where she is."
"Then I'll never see her?" Rodney asked.
"Not for free, I'm betting," Rich said.
"Then I'm glad I fucked her in the ass!" Rodney said. "I got
everything she's got. She can laugh all she wants. I fucked her three
times."
"That's my boy - er, man!" Rich said proudly.
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