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 Jack And The Home Invasion By essdubyaeff@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The
following story is entirely fictional and the characters are not related to
anyone or any situation living or dead.  It is a product of the author's
imagination only.  This story involves graphic sexual situations which the
author does not condone in anyway.  If it is illegal in your area to read
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   Buck stepped out of the trees into the field.  Behind him, the
searchlights of the prison two miles away would could be seen passing back
and forth against the clouded sky.  He fondled the revolver in his pocket,
a pistol he stole off of the guard he had to kill in order to escape.  He
breathed hard, having run through the woods to this field.  In the middle
of the field was small farm house.  Looking it at, he stripped off his
orange jumpsuit and stood in his underwear at the edge of the forest.  He
was a strapping black man.  His muscles grew over two years lifting weights
in the prison yard.  The exercise was paying off now.  He was making good
time.  He guessed it wouldn't be until morning bed check when he was found
to be missing.  He needed someplace to hideout until the heat was down. 
The farm house looked like a perfect place.  He buried his prison jumpsuit
in a pile of leaves and approached the house cautiously, using the shadows
and darkness to hide.  There was light coming from the windows so he knew
there was someone home.  He didn't see that as a problem, in fact, he hoped
for it.  He knew the gun in his hand would keep people in line.  Peeking
through a window, he saw the family watching the television.  He could see
a teenager, father, and mother sitting on a couch.  They were munching on
popcorn and dressed ready for bed.  A night of watching movies before bed.
They were all white.  Perfect!  Time to introduce them to some black
"culture." He watched at the window for a bit to verify the three were the
only ones in the house.  After about ten minutes, he decided that they
were. Besides, he was getting cold.  It was time to go inside and get warm.
He went around to the kitchen door on the side of the house and found it
unlocked.  He slipped inside quietly and found himself in the dark kitchen.
From the living room, he heard the movie that was playing and the family
laughing with each other.  The house had a fresh popped popcorn scent.  In
the prison, they would have a weekly movie nights with popcorn but it never
smelled as good as this popcorn.  He tiptoed to the entrance to the living
room and listened for a minute.  Then he simply stepped into the room,
pointing the gun at the father, a dark haired bearded man of about forty
five.  The family jumped at the sight of the intruder, switching off the
television as he did.  "What are you doing in here?" the father said,
standing up.  "Sit the fuck back down old man," Buck said, "Or I'll blow
your brains out." He sat down, staring at the gun pointed at him.  "That's
good." Buck sat down on the coffee table in front of them.  "Okay.  Listen.
I need to hideout here until the fuzz calms down.  Sorry for the intrusion
but that's the luck of the Irish, eh?" They all listened.  The teenager was
a boy of about fourteen with dark hair like his father.  His mother, who
held her son in her hands while Buck talked, was a nice looking blonde
woman of about forty years old.  "What's your name, Boy?" Buck asked the
teenager.  "Jack," "Nice to meet you, Jack.  What's your name, Bitch?"
Jack's mother balked at the curse at her and shook her head.  Buck
responded by pointing the gun at her son.  "Name?" "Caroline," she quietly
said, barely able to speak.  "Good.  So, Dad?  What's your name?" "Frank."
"Nice to meet all of you.  Really.  I'm Buck and as you've probably
guessed, I've escaped from the prison down the road.  Is there anyone else
in the house?" Frank answered, "No." "Expecting anyone anytime soon?" "No."
"Good.  Now listen.  I'm going to be here for a while.  We can make the
best of this.  But in order to do that, I need you to obey my every command
the moment I utter it.  Do you understand?" No one moved.  "Do.  You. 
Understand?" They all three nodded their heads in affirmative.  "Good."
Buck stood up.  The three couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in their
abductor's boxer briefs.  It stood in the center of their view as he stood
there.  Caroline was sure she had never seen a cock that could fill a man's
underwear so fully.  She imagined an anaconda between his legs and her
panties suddenly became moist.  She blushed at the thought she could be
aroused by their abductor.  She quickly put it out of her mind.  He ordered
them to stand up.  At first, they didn't move.  Then he sighed and pointed
the gun at Frank's forehead.  They instantly began to stand up.  He took
them into the kitchen and while they stood and watched Buck searched the
kitchen drawers.  He found a long knife which he took.  In the last drawer
he looked next to the stove he found what he was looking for, a roll of
duct tape.  "Excellent," he said.  For some reason, every home had a roll
of duct tape in the kitchen.  He had Jack and Frank carry two kitchen
chairs into the living room.  "Sit," he told Caroline, pointing at the
couch.  She did as she was told and sat down.  He turned to Jack and his
father.  "Strip down, Boys." "What?" Jack exclaimed, "No." Buck put the gun
down on the coffee table and sat down next to Jack's mother.  He put the
knife against her throat.  "Do it." Jack and Frank looked at each other and
Frank nodded his head, weakly, resigned to his fate.  They began to remove
their clothes until they were in their underwear, Jack in his white briefs,
his father in light blue boxers.  They stood an awkward moment, bare
chested and exposed.  Buck stood up.  "Underwear, too.  I want you totally
nude." Reluctantly, they dropped their last piece of clothing, Caroline in
tears and exposed their penises to the black man invading their home. 
Jack's was an average size, about six inches and thin.  At its base was
growing tufts of hair but the rest of his body was smooth and bare.  His
father, on the other hand, was covered in dark hair with a slightly larger
penis than his son's.  Buck sat them down in the chairs from the kitchen
and used the duct tape to secure them to the chairs.  Before they knew it,
their legs, arms and torso was secured to the chairs so they couldn't move.
They trembled in fear, breathing heavy.  "What are you going to do?"
Caroline asked.  "Oh not much," Buck answered as he put tape over Jack's
mouth to keep him from talking.  He did the same to Frank.  He then took
Caroline to the bedroom and began looking through their dresser drawers
while she stood in the middle of the room shivering with fear, her arms
crossed across her breasts.  "Ah.  That's what I'm talking about," Buck
said, turning from the dresser holding a silk red number that Frank brought
her for Valentine's Day.  "Put this one on.  It's sexy." "No," Buck stepped
close to her, so close she could smell his breath on her turned cheek.  "Do
it," he whispered, passing the knife blade along her buttocks, "Or I'll cut
of your son's balls." She knew he was serious and began to walk to the
adjoining bathroom to change.  As she reached the door, she said, "I'll
change in private.  You won't get a thrill out of watching me change." As
she was changing, Buck looked through the other dresser, Frank's
apparently. He came away with a pair of tight blue brief underwear Frank
would wear sometimes for his wife.  He put it on and it didn't contain any
of his monster cock.  His balls spilled out of the corners of the leg
holes, his dark hairy pubes stuck out of the top.  He chuckled as he looked
at himself in the mirror.  Frank and Jack were strapped to their chairs,
worry filled their heads.  What was this black intruder doing to their wife
and mother in that bedroom?  Their minds came up with horrible scenerios.
When Caroline and Buck came out, they sat down on the couch.  Caroline
looked scared but unharmed.  Buck put his arm around her shoulders like
they were on a date, turning the television on with the remote in his other
hand.  They sat there for some time in silence watching television.  Buck
had been in prison for going on three years and this was the first time
he'd been able to watch a high definition television in a long time.  So,
they watched a movie as it ran on cable.  About half way through the movie,
Buck leaned over and kissed Caroline.  She resisted at first but then let
him kiss her, for fear of what this black man would do to her family, she
convinced herself but deep down, she had wanted to kiss him since she first
saw the size of the bulge in his prison issue underwear.  After they spent
several minutes necking and kissing like teenagers on the sofa, her husband
and son watching with wide eyes as they were strapped naked to their
kitchen chairs, Buck separated from her.  Caroline was breathing heavy with
arousal.  He turned off the television and stood up, grabbing the knife off
the coffee table.  "Up," he said.  Caroline did as she was told, mesmerized
by Buck now.  She stood up.  He reached forward with his knife and slashed
twice at her shoulders.  She jumped at that but the straps on her red silk
lingerie cut off and the whole ensemble collapsed on the floor around her
feet.  Her first instinct was to cover her breasts with her arms but as
soon as she moved, Buck made a sound that made her drop her arms back to
her sides.  Buck looked over her body, enjoying the view.  She wasn't a
classic supermodel beauty.  She was a bit overweight to many, fleshy fat
around the midsection, hips, buttocks, and breasts.  Her pale skin soft and
smooth.  Buck dropped the briefs he was wearing, revealing his massive
cock. It was hardening from the view of her naked body, the first woman he
had seen in three years.  Caroline gasped as the dark shaft appeared.  It
was by far the largest she'd ever seen.  It was at least a foot long and as
big as her wrist around.  Large and veiny, it grew hard, bouncing up and
down and throbbing until it pointed straight at her.  The balls underneath
the cock itself had to be as big as tennis balls, hanging low in a brown
hairy sack.  "What a beauty," Buck said, "Frank, you are a lucky man to
have such a beautiful creature to fuck every night." Frank was weeping,
tears going down his face.  He struggled against his restraints but to no
avail.  His cock too was rising in jerky fits to hardness.  Jack's cock was
already rock hard, pointing at the ceiling.  He stared at his mother and
black stranger with wide fascinated eyes.  "Lay down on the floor."
Caroline did as she was told, perhaps too eagerly.  She shook with fear, or
was it excitement.  It was always a bit of a fantasy for her to be raped by
a stranger.  Of course, nothing brutal but something always sexy and hot.
It would turn her on almost every time she had the fantasy.  Now, part of
her was frightened about what was to come.  She knew the reality would be
vastly different from her fantasies.  Another part of her was horny at the
thought she might actually realize her secret fantasy.  She laid down on
her back, her knees up but closed, her legs facing her tied husband and
child.  Her ample breasts, very easily double Ds, rolled onto her sides. 
She turned her head to her left side, trying not to look at Buck.  Buck
approached her feet, coming between her and her tied up family.  His cock
jutting out in front of him, swaying back and forth, a dousing rod looking
for the water of her pussy.  "Spread `em," he said.  She shook her head,
"No.  I'm going to let you rape me.  Not in front of my husband and son. 
That thing would kill me.  It's so large.  It's a monster." Buck laughed at
the comment then moved next to Jack.  He put the knife to his groin.  "I
said, open your legs, Cunt!  Or I'll cut off little Jack's cock!" Tears
burst from her eyes as she opened her legs to reveal a dark haired pussy
mound and a pair of fleshy lips.  Buck looked down her body, appreciating
her cunt, the hills and valleys of her belly, her melon breasts.  God, he
almost shot off right then.  He hadn't seen a naked women in a long time,
especially a white one.  He went down on his knees and crawled in between
her legs.  She shivered, rolling her head to left on the carpet, closing
her eyes tight waiting for the initial penetration.  Instead, she felt a
light, soft, moist feeling on her pussy lips.  The feeling wasn't what she
was expecting.  She thought it was going to be the painful thrusting of a
monster cock, a cock only found on elephants and black men.  But instead,
this feeling was a good one, a pleasurable one.  He was licking her pussy,
tasting her juices.  She let out a moan, her mouth opening wide to take in
breath that caught in her throat.  The sound of his sucking and licking
filled the room and entered the ears of her husband and son, both with
hard-ons the size of skyscrapers in their laps.  The scent of Caroline's
sex wafted into the air and filled their nostrils.  Her moans got louder.
Her hips humping up into Buck's working mouth.  For someone who had been in
prison so long, he certainly knew cunnilingus.  It was like riding a bike
for him.  Once he got into a rhythm he could work any woman into a frenzy.
And he was certainly doing that to his white suburban housewife.  She began
panting, her thighs squeezing Buck's head.  She was trembling but this time
it was certainly passion and not fear.  Sweat appeared on her skin and
glistened in the light.  Then she cried out, bucking her hips up violently.
"Oh god!" she screamed, "NO!  NO!" She flailed about, trying to push Buck
off of her.  She could feel her orgasm building and as much as she wanted
the big cum she didn't want to do it during a rape by a virtual stranger,
especially with her restrained husband and son watching.  She pushed her
hips up, her tits rolling around on her chest.  She grimaced, her eyes shut
tight, gritting her teeth.  Buck rode the ride with her and held on.  No
matter what she did she couldn't get him off of her.  "OH SHIT!" she cried
out, "I don't want to CUUUUMMMM!" As soon as she said the word "cum" a
long, guttural moan came from her throat and the word droned out in a long
sound.  Her face turned deep red, a reaction Frank knew meant she was
cumming hard.  Buck chuckled into her crotch, still licking and sucking at
her clit.  He could feel her vagina pulsating juices into his mouth.  Frank
cried out into his duct tape gag, thrashing in the chair but still unable
to get free.  Jack began to cry, tears flowing down his face, his chest
convulsing.  Caroline's orgasm, the best she had in quite a long time,
began to subside.  Her hips collapsed onto the shag carpeting, her thighs
relaxing.  She was breathing heavy, trying to catch some air and get her
heart to settle down.  Her chest raised up and down, making her breasts
roll and heave.  Buck sat up on his knees and pointed his log of a cock at
her cunt opening.  "I think you're ready now," he said and then plunged
forward.  Caroline's eyes shot open and she let out a scream at the
invasion.  His cock slid into the tight opening, inch by inch in a slow,
determined push.  The pain of such a huge organ stretching her insides and
opening her vagina was great.  She felt like a virgin again, taking a cock
for the first time in the back seat of her father's car.  Frank screamed
into his duct tape gag.  It was muffled but it was clearly a loud "NO!" at
the penetration of his wife.  She gasped, struggling for air.  She cried
out again, unintelligible words.  "OH SHIT!  It's too big!  Take it out! 
TAKE IT OUT!!" But Buck didn't take it out of her.  He was enjoying her
tight moistness too much now.  He plunged with more urgency now.  Then he
hit bottom, his balls bouncing off her buttocks.  He stopped any motion,
not just get her used to him but to get his cock used to a pussy after a
couple of years of getting used to convict ass.  They lay there on the
floor for a moment, breathing heavy, getting a feel for each other. 
Caroline was certain that the mushroom head of the black man's cock was
smack dab in the middle of her uterus.  Then Buck began to slowly begin the
in and out motion of a good fuck, sliding the full length of his cock out
until just the head was just inside her pussy lips.  Then he would push
forward, slowly, steadily back into the soft, warm confines of her cunt. 
Frank and Jack watched the black man's muscular butt rise and fall as he
raped her.  They could see his balls slapping against her upturned
buttocks. Her legs came up and circled Buck's waist, locking at the ankles.
Buck began to speed up his thrusts and Caroline groaned.  Buck felt her
pussy clamp hard on his tool and groaned himself at the feeling.  "Oh, yea,
Baby," he said, "You're diggin' it now, ain't ya?" She moaned again, as
another orgasm, the third so far, flowed through her.  She could only nod
her head in affirmative.  Buck chuckled and continued to plow into her
pussy which flowed with clear, slippery juices.  Then Jack let out a loud
moan into his gag.  It was muffled but loud enough that everyone else could
hear it and turned to look.  Even Buck stopped pumping her pussy to see why
he was moaning.  His mom looked over the big black man's shoulder to her
son, concerned.  Jack tipped his head back, his eyes shut tight and gritted
his teeth.  His cock jumped in his lap and white semen shot into the air.
Watching the action on the floor set off him off.  Globs of cum splattered
on his chest.  His young cock recoiling after each shot.  In no time, his
chest, stomach, pubic mound glistened like lotion on his smooth skin.  His
mother watched in fascination as her son came all over himself without even
having to touch himself.  Buck laughed.  "Good job, Boy!  I told you we'd
have some fun!  We're just getting started." He pulled out of Caroline and
sat up, his brown shaft shined from her juices.  Caroline moaned with
disappointment.  Buck laid onto his back between the two chairs with Frank
and Jack still taped to them.  Caroline knew what he wanted.  She mounted
him and inserted his long cock back into her pussy.  Where it belonged, she
thought.  Now it wasn't rape they were doing.  This was fucking.  She
wanted it as much as Buck did.  She sunk down on him, letting out a long
moan.  Then she began riding him like a horse, bouncing up and down on his
foot long, her eyes closed in concentration.  Buck reached his large hands
up to her jiggling breasts and kneaded them, pinching her nipples and
pulling them out from her breast, letting them snap back like rubber bands
onto her tits.  Caroline reached up, in the heat of the moment, and grabbed
Frank's hard cock.  He jumped at the touch but then settled in when she
started stroking his cock in rhythm to her bouncing on the convict's dick.
She moaned out another loud guttural moan.  "OH GOD!" "That's it, Baby. 
Ride that cock." Caroline reached her other hand up and wrapped her fingers
around her son's cock, now slimey from his cum but still hard, like only a
teenager's cock can be after a good ejaculation.  He let out a gasp into
his gag and then a groan deep in his throat when she started jerking it at
the same rhythm as she was jerking his father's.  Sweet appeared on all of
their bodies now, droplets dripped off of her tits onto Buck's chest. 
Their speed increased to a frantic blur.  The sound of slapping bodies, the
moist squishing sound of wet orifices and fleshy poles, the moans and
groans of pleasure from everyone now.  Tears were gone, fears were gone. 
Just the pleasure remained.  Buck slapped Caroline's buttocks making them
ripple in waves.  She let out a yelp from the stinging.  Pink welts
appeared on her ass cheeks.  Then she was cumming again.  She stopped
rising and falling on Buck's cock and settled to sit on his groin.  She
bowed her head and arched her back.  Her grip on her husband and son
tightened as she cried out.  Buck felt her pussy gush and a clear juice
shot out from her pussy in splashes onto his pubic mound.  "Oh Fuck!" She
cried out.  He entire body trembled as she went through her sixth orgasm of
the night.  "Oh yea," Buck said, "You ARE really diggin' it now!  You got
your black cock fever on, dontcha?" Caroline dropped down and engulfed his
lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling, tasting each other.  Then
they parted.  "You aren't leaving here anytime soon, Honey," she whispered
to him.  Then she lifted back up and went back to her regular up and down
rhythm on top of him.  She gripped her son and husband's cocks again and
started to stroke them again, this time with urgency.  She wanted, no
needed, all of her men to come off.  She could tell just by the feel of him
that Frank was about to shoot off.  She looked into his eyes as she
bounced. She knew that look in his eyes.  He was aroused something fierce.
They locked eye contact and she felt his shaft jerk and pulsate in her
fist. White cum shot into the air about a foot and fell back down on his
chest.  Frank groaned and humped his hips up into her jerking hand.  More
shots flew into the air, covering his stomach and pubic hair.  His pubic
mound became a matted mess.  She smiled as she rubbed her hand in the pool
of semen on his stomach like it was a lotion to help ease chaffing.  Then
she turned to her son and stroked up and down his sticky shaft in a blur of
motion.  "Come on, Jack," she said, "Come for Mommy." As she bounced on
Buck's cock, taking it fully now, she worked hard to get her son to
ejaculate again in her hand.  He was sure he would do it.  He moaned a
muffled moan.  And then he too was cumming.  His semen was thicker this
time, whiter than the first time he came.  It shot one shot into the air a
few inches which landed like a rope across his stomach but the rest just
oozed from his piss hole and drained down his shaft and over her fingers.
"That's it, Baby.  Good job, Jack." Coraline put her hands, now that they
were free onto Buck's chest, smearing semen on his breasts, to leverage her
humping actions.  Her hips moved at a fast pace now, smooth pale
butt-cheeks jiggling with the frantic motion.  "You're turn, Big Boy," she
said, "Time for that big cock of yours to shoot its load.  You've waited
for years to shoot into a woman.  This has to be better than all the man
asses you must have fucked in prison.  Right?" Buck spanked her jiggling
ass cheeks hard.  Coralina let out a yelp of pain and surprise.  A red welt
appeared on the soft white cheeks.  He grabbed her by the hips to stop her
motion.  She looked at him with a questioning look.  "Bitch, you thinking
of your puny white boys who fuck you.  You're fucking a black man now.  We
don't shoot off in a couple of minutes.  We last hours before we give up
our seed." He sat up, wrapping his arms around her torso, both breathing
heavy.  He could feel her breasts smooshed into his chest, her nipples hard
as rocks.  He put his feet flat on the floor and in a deft move jumped to
his feet, taking her with him, still impaled on his black shaft.  He stood
there for a second, getting his balance while she wrapped her legs around
him, locking her ankles on his muscular buttocks, and locked her fingers
together behind his neck.  As Jack and Frank, spent from their own orgasms
but eyes large with lustful passionate, watched, Buck walked the two of
them to the center of the room.  Each bump of his hips made her bounce on
his cock.  Her head was buried in his shoulder and she moaned as they
moved. Buck grabbed both of her smooth round butt cheeks in his large dark
brown hands and rose her up.  His cock pulled out of her stretched pussy
and then let go, dropping her back onto it.  She let out a cry.  "Oh shit!"
Then they were back into a rhythm again.  Her whole body slid up and down
against him while she held on for dear life.  The tree branch of his cock
cleaved up her vagina and into her womb.  He turned profile to the her son
and husband so he could see him fucking her while standing, something he
was sure they were too weak to do.  "See that boys?  I'm given her the best
ride of her life.  Something neither of you would be able to give her. 
She's going to be craving black cock from now on, guys.  Ain't that right,
Bitch?" Coraline was cumming hard then, she had lost count how many times
it had happened since Buck first entered her, but she managed to nod her
head against his chest.  "What was that, Cunt?  I didn't hear you." "Oh my
god, yes!  I love your black cock!  I'm never going to fuck anything else!"
Franks cried out into his gag and tears fell down his face.  Jack watched
in amazement his mother and this black convict fuck while standing.  She
held onto this tree of a man like a monkey.  She bounced up and down
against him.  Jack never thought this type of position was even possible.
The two were slapping against each other now, pelvis hitting pelvis.  The
smacking sound filled the room along with the squishing of Coraline's cunt
as his rock hard penis invaded her over and over.  "Oh FUCK!  I'm cumming
again!  I can't stop cumming!  Keep fucking me!" Her body jerked and
trembled once again as she clung to her new lover.  She grunted and Buck
felt her spray his groin again.  He laughed.  He loved it when he brought a
woman off and he hadn't been able to do it in so long.  "Yea, Bitch!  Take
it!" As Caroline calmed down from her orgasm even as her body was getting
ready to ramp up for another one, her ankles came apart and she couldn't
hold onto him anymore.  Buck slowly lowered himself back to the floor and
laid her down on her back, never pulling out of her during the whole
action. He fucked her on the floor then, pounding her with a quick jabbing
moves.  He laid down on top of her, and their lips met.  Their tongues
flicked against each other, their mouths opening and closing as they
kissed. His butt rose and fell, flexed and unflexed, with each thrust deep
into her body.  Her fleshy hips jiggled in waves.  Her breasts smooshed
tight against his muscle chest.  Buck broke the kiss momentarily and looked
behind him, never breaking his fuck rhythm.  He felt Coraline's pussy
squeeze his cock and knew she was cumming again.  He looked at Jack and
Frank sitting there strapped into their chairs watching the two on the
floor.  Miraculously, for white boys, they were both sporting hard ons
again.  He was sure they were rather painful now.  He turned back to his
milf lover and whispered into her ear.  "How about we let your husband and
son free?  Do you think they would cause me any problems now?" She could
only shake her head.  Buck slid out of her and immediately she regretted
saying no to his question.  She felt suddenly empty and alone.  Tears weld
up in her eyes as Buck got up and grabbed the knife from the coffee table
where it had sat all this time.  He walked over to the two in the chairs.
"Is that right, Frank?  Will you cause any problems if I let you go?" He
shook his head.  "And young Jack, how about you?  You a trouble maker?" He
shook his head too.  Using the knife, Buck cut all the duct tape off the
chairs and before they knew it, Frank and his son were free.  They both
stood up, stretched, their small cocks sticking out in front of them.  Buck
ripped the tape off their mouths and threw them in balls in the corner of
the room.  They both breathed a sigh of relief in unison.  Caroline thought
it was cut how closely they imitated one another.  They stood there for a
minute in silence, as if to ask Buck, what was next.  "Well, well.  Looks
like we have a couple of good ole fashion hard-ons.  Stand right here,
Boys. I've got an idea I think you'll like." He called Caroline over to
them.  She turned over and shimmeyed to them on her hands and knees.  Her
breasts hung low and swayed back and forth with her motion.  This alone got
Jack even more aroused.  He was coming to be a breast man and he was
finding his mother had the best, of the few he'd seen.  "That's it, Honey.
Come over here like the dog you are." When she got to the three, she looked
up at her new master with eyes like puppy dogs asking what he wanted her to
do.  "Suck off you son, Bitch!  He deserves it after what they've been
through.  Don't you think so?" She hesitated, then said, "Yes." She leaned
forward and engulfed the head of her son's cock with her mouth.  Jack
moaned at the warm, moist feeling on his dick.  She rose off his cock and
licked it up the vein on the underside to the head, flicking her tongue on
the head.  The hard member bounced to her flicks.  "Oh shit," her son moan.
She began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, adding a little suction
as she moved her mouth up to the head.  Frank watched his wife suck off his
son and knew the incredible feelings he was experiencing.  Frank loved his
wife's cock-sucking expertise.  She was a natural, he thought but if he
ever knew how she came about that skill, by giving fellatio to hundreds of
guys, practically every guy she met, during her college days, he might not
be as thrilled.  Still, he could imagine very well his son's feelings at
that moment.  Then he felt the same feelings on himself.  He groaned and
looked down to find Buck's mouth on his cock much like Caroline's was on
Jack's.  He licked and sucked as well as Caroline.  Frank moaned, tilting
his head back to enjoy the feelings the convict was giving him.  The room
became filled with the moans of the two white boys and the squishing sound
of wet lips smacking against smooth flesh.  "God that feels good," Frank
said.  Buck sucked off the top of Frank's cockhead and said, "Yea.  The
guys in Cellblock C say I'm the best suck they've ever had." Then he went
back to work bobbing his head up and down his cock.  The small size of the
cock, compared to the ones he was used to in the cellblock, made it easy
for him to deep throat him, burying his nose in Frank's pubic hair and then
pulling back up with just a little suction, then diving back down.  Jack on
the edge already, even after cumming twice already.  The whole night's
events were beyond anything he ever imagined while jerking himself off in
his room every night.  The third erection of the night was a painful one,
straining for release.  He began humping his hips at his mom's mouth. 
Caroline realized he was close, felt the hardness of his cock become even
harder, and held her head still.  She closed her eyes tight, letting Jack
fuck her mouth at his own rhythm.  Then he was cumming.  His body bolted
against her face and his cock began jerking and bucking in her throat. 
Warm cum shot like a shotgun down her throat and she gagged a little but
quickly got her composure again.  He shot load after load, round after
round, into her mouth and down her throat.  She swallowed as much as she
could but the semen overflowed her mouth.  He was just producing too much
of it to handle.  Long drops of the gooey stuff roped down from the corners
of her mouth in long strands.  "Oh FUCK!" cried Jack, "Oh Jesus!"
Meanwhile, as soon as Frank saw his son buck and tremble, he knew he was
cumming in his wife's mouth.  Already on the edge of the cliff before he
was even cut free from the chairs, Frank shuddered and his cock pulsated in
Buck's mouth.  Buck moaned as the cum flowed in, blasting against the
inside of his cheeks, making them balloon out like Dizzy Gelipsie.  "Holy
Christ!  Me too!" he cried out.  After father and son had finished emptying
their loads together, Caroline and Buck pulled back, still swallowing the
sticky cum.  "Mmm.  Delicious," Buck said, "Ain't that right, Bitch?"
Caroline nodded, her mouth still filled with semen, cum strands hanging
from her chin and down between her breasts.  Both Jack and Frank stood on
obviously wobbly legs.  They looked about to collapse.  Buck had them lay
on the floor (he still needed to keep an eye on them) to sleep and he took
Caroline to the sofa.  He laid her on her back and plunged his monster cock
back into her.  She moaned and sighed at the same time.  This was what she
wanted.  Buck began to fuck in and out of her at a quick rate.  For the
next three hours, they fucked everywhere they could while her husband and
son slept soundly on the floor on the living room.  Caroline lost track of
all the times he made her cum.  In many ways, she was constantly orgasming
all night and never had an unaroused moment.  He fucked her from behind
against the kitchen counter.  She rode him as he laid on his back on the
coffee table.  He pounded her from the side on the floor and then against
in spooning position back on the couch.  She rode him as he sat in one of
the kitchen chairs to which Franks and Jack had been duct taped.  She
sprayed more of her clear fluids on him on that one.  They took showers
together and fucked then too with her palms on the cool tile and him
plowing against her from behind.  The water hitting their overheated bodies
made the experience feel much better.  As he promised, hours passed before
he was ready to shoot his load.  They were in Caroline and Frank's marriage
bed, a place where two days before Frank had fucked Caroline in such a
wonderful way that she never thought it could get better.  And then Buck
came into their lives.  Caroline was on her back, her legs once again
around Buck's waist, ankles interlocked.  They were kissing has his hips
pistoned into and out of her body.  She moaned.  That's all her speech was
anymore, one long moan.  He grunted and she could tell he was about to cum.
Finally, he was about to cum.  The sweat covered their bodies making them
glisten in the candle light that Caroline had lit before they got back to
fucking.  In the open doorway appeared Frank and Jack.  They had awakened
to hear the two making love in the bedroom and came up to watch.  Buck's
fucking became frantic, a blur of motion.  He got up on is toes and
straightened his legs to get a good angle on her soaking pussy entrance. 
He used his whole body to rise his whole cock out of her vagina until just
the bulbous head was left just inside her pussy lips.  Then he would crash
down on her pelvis, thrusting every inch of his massive member fully into
her.  She grunted at every thrust.  "Oh my god!" She cried out, "You're
going to make me your WHORE!" She could feel his cock get even harder,
getting ready to eject his pent up cum.  She could feel her pussy begin the
convulse around his tightly held dick.  He pounded and pounded.  Grunting
with every thrust just as Caroline was.  Jack and Frank stepped into the
room, jerking on their hard cocks.  They approached the bed on either side.
Jack on the left and Frank on the right.  They masturbated their dicks
while they watched the large black man fuck their wife and mother. 
Caroline saw them through thinly closed eye lids.  "Oh shit, " this time it
was Buck crying out, "Here cums, Bitch!" "Oh yea!  Yea!  Give it to me! 
Fill me up!" He let out a long, guttural moan and she felt his large cock
buck and jerk inside of her.  She was filled with a warm feeling in the pit
of her stomach.  She cried out, wailing really.  Her orgasm, the last of
the night, hit her.  Her whole body trembled and shivered.  Buck's lips
came down on Caroline's moaning mouth and they kissed while he shot load
after load of black sperm inside of her womb.  She could feel the shaft
flex in waves starting at the base of his cock and travelling up the shaft
to the head and then shooting what felt like a shotgun blast into her.  He
came and came, never seeming to stop and driving her own orgasm higher and
higher with each pulsating ejaculation inside her.  Jack and Frank found
themselves cumming quickly as well.  Jack stepped one leg onto the bed and
pointed his cock at his mother's face.  He shot a long ropey strand against
her cheek.  She turned her head away from him in surprise.  The cum on her
cheek them began to drip down to her chin.  He shot a couple more, his
thighs trembling, his hand flying up and down his cock.  One splatted
against her left breast and then the other hit her neck.  The rest of his
cum dribbled out of his shaft onto his slowing fist.  Frank stepped up to
the bed as well when he shot his load.  He was aiming to add semen to
Caroline's face but his shot wasn't as strong as a fifteen years old's and
he missed her skin all together.  He deposited a load as a rope of milky
white on their red silk bedsheets.  The rest of his cum oozed out of his
cockhead and dripped slowly down his shaft into his matted pubic hair. 
Jack and Frank had finished their orgasms before Buck had even met the
halfway point.  He was still shooting shot after shot after shot into
Caroline.  His eyes closed tight as he felt the warm feeling wash over him.
His semen filled Caroline to the brim and began to flow out from between
the tight seal around her pussy lips.  It was kicked into a froth from
Buck's continual pounding.  Caroline moaned and moaned.  "Oh God!  There's
SO much!  It's so hot!" she cried out, the cum dripping from her face.  And
yet, he was still cumming.  Caroline was sure there was so much that her
belly must be extended like she was pregnant.  Then she hoped that she
would be.  Buck thrust one last time into her, buried in her to the hilt,
their matted pubic hair mixed together like Velcro.  His hips jerked a
couple times in an attempt to get his cock even further into her.  His cock
throbbed and jumped inside of her and she could feel it.  With a cock this
size, it would be hard not to feel every inch, every movement, every vein
and bump inside her tight pussy.  Then Buck grunted one last time,
straining with his pelvis pressed against hers, and dropped down on top of
her.  She hugged him tight with both her legs and her arms.  "That's it."
She said softly, "That's it." All four of them were breathing heavy, their
hearts pounding.  Buck lifted himself up with his arms and kissed Caroline
again.  Then the four looked at each other and began to laugh.  The next
morning, only a couple of hours after they had finished their sexcapade, as
expected the police showed up at their door.  Buck hid in the basement and
the family did their part to convince the authorities he wasn't there. 
Caroline explained her dishevelment to just having sex with her husband
mere minutes before they came to the door.  It worked like a charm.  They
left feeling like Buck wasn't in the house.  After they left, of course,
they started another round of fucking and sucking.  Two days later, when
Buck left.  They all felt satisfied and euphoric.  Buck left a happy family
who were ready to fuck at a moment's notice but left them saddened.  There
was an emptiness in their souls when he was gone.  He left with a backpack
full of supplies and some money the family was happy to give him.  And then
he was never seen again.  Two weeks later, Caroline discovered she was
pregnant.  She was elated.  Nine months later, she gave birth to a
beautiful baby boy with milk chocolate brown skin.  The nurses all joked
that her new black son's penis was bigger than any of the other babies they
had ever seen.  She simply smiled while the baby latched onto her tit and
began to feed.  Inside, she couldn't wait until he was a teenager.