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(MFb, ped, voy, 1st, oral, anal- play, intr) *** An orphanage. Whenever I drive by one I feel a small pang of guilt. You see, if not for Carol and Marcus Ellis, I could have ended up staying there myself. I don't really know how I survived living in one for my first three years but I did. Now I have a mom and dad who love me and I love them. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe its time to finally tell my side of the story….. I don't remember my mother and father at all. I know that we lived near Billings and that my father was abusive. I still have a scar on my arm where he fell asleep smoking a cigarette and holding me. I know a guy that knows a guy that knows a few of the more enterprising police officers so I've read the police report. He came home drunk one night and they got into a fight. She ended up shooting him with the .38 that was normally hidden in the dresser drawer. It didn't kill him though, somehow he got the gun away from her and shot her twice, once in the stomach and one in the left side of her chest. When the police arrived after a neighbor reported hearing shots, my father committed suicide by eating one of those slugs. The report had also said that I had no living relatives so I was sent to a group home till someone adopted me or till I turned 18 whichever came first. This happened when I was around 13 months old. I was adopted by Carol and Marcus when I was four. I don't remember much about the orphanage, but I do remember that the other children were jealous of me. They said that a white couple, in their thirties, living in Montana, would only want a nigger to be their slave. I didn't even know what a nigger was, though I knew that all the other children were white and I wasn't. I had no idea what a slave was but by the way they said the word, even at four, I knew it couldn't be good. Little did I know that Carol and Marcus were the best thing that ever happened to me. They were somewhere around thirty and a sort of mismatched couple. For starters, Carol had red hair and blue eyes and wore a lot of perfume. But that wasn't the first thing you noticed when you see her for the first time. The first thing you notice was that she was pushing somewhere around 250 pounds on a five foot six frame, then you saw the 42DD's that preceded her everywhere. And she loved to flirt, most women that size are very self conscious. Not Carol; she saw the world as her oyster and she was the pearl. Its funny how a sunny and flirtatious "ugly" person can attract more attention than a snobbish supermodel, but that was Carol. Marcus on the other hand looked like a stick with feet. He had black hair and brown eyes and stood about to the sky to my small state of four. In actuality he was only six feet tall. He had a moustache that all the other kids said looked like a caterpillar on his lip….it did, but Carol liked it. What the woman wants she gets. I guess that's why they adopted me, Carol couldn't have children so she decided adoption was the only way she would get one. Like I said, we lived in Montana where Marcus owned a 400 acre ranch; small by Montana standards, but it was still an impressive piece of land. For two years, we lived and worked on that farm, hunting, tending beef cattle, raising a garden, caring for the chickens. You could say that I was on my way to being a cowboy for even at six I already knew how to saddle and ride a horse. Imagine that, a modern day black cowboy. The court representative even stopped coming after the first two years. Carol and Marcus insisted that I should sleep in the room next to theirs, that way if I became scared at night, they would be right there. I remember the first time I had a nightmare in the house. I had just turned five and gotten a Gameboy for my birthday. I dreamed that Wario kept climbing out of the screen and was trying to strangle me. I climbed out of my bed and went to mom and Marcus' room. (I wasn't allowed to call him "dad", only Marcus.) Quietly opening the door, I saw Carol's incredibly huge ass bouncing up and down on Marcus' face. Completely nude, she glistened in the soft light of the nightstand lamp. Lying on his back, you could barely see his any of his upper body, but the bottom was on a painful display. She held the huge member as if she wanted to rip that 10 inch piece of meat right off of Marcus. She was pulling and tugging like there was not tomorrow. She kept saying that he was the best ass licker she had ever known and that he had the best prick she had ever seen. I guess she was talking about his pecker as Marcus had called it one day. "Its so big and hard, she said, "and these balls look like they haven't been used in a week." While I watched boggled, she grabbed hold to both of them in her pudgy hands and squeezed. Hard. I saw him stiffen up and heard a muffled groan of agony. I knew what that had to feel like, often I had slid too far up into the saddle and felt the business end of a saddle horn. So I did a little groan of sympathy. She looked up and saw me. Then she got this weird look in her eyes and started shaking. Marcus, trapped between her ass cheeks was completely oblivious to my presence. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "I'm gonna cum. Shove that sweet tongue into my nasty shitter, you sick fucker." The whole time never taking her eyes from mine. He must have done it because mom started panting like a dog. She was covered in sweat and those massive mamarries jiggled like two bowls of pink Jell-O. Her nipples, which were the size of silver dollars, had become engorged and elongated to over an inch long. She pulled them until her prodigious tits stood away from her and no longer rested on her ample tummy. Then, like a cow lowing, she groaned and her shakes became more erratic. Finally she could take no more and let loose and peed all over Marcus' chest. At least that's what it looked like to my stunned five year old self. After her thunderous orgasm had subsided I noticed peripherally that Marcus' pecker was throbbing and had turned purple there was also some clear shiny stuff that was leaking out of the tip. At that time, she released Marcus' balls and motioned for me to be quiet. I only nodded like a cheap bobble head doll. Then mom broke eye contact for the first time. She climbed off the bed got down on her knees beside the bed. "Keep those eyes shut till I say so, you skinny fuck" she ordered then turned her head so that she could still see me. With that she stuck her tongue into the clear slime on the purple head. I thought that was a little gross, he peed with that thing and she was licking on it. I didn't realize till much later that he had just finished sticking his tongue into her pooper. Marcus only groaned and tried to stick his huge member into her mouth. "Keep that shit up and I'll make you regret it," she warned, then slapped his low hanging nut sack. He almost sat up straight in the bed but she simply pushed him back down. It wasn't much of a struggle as I knew, if he wanted to, Marcus' skinny little body could have picked mom up and carried her on his shoulder. But she did what he wanted anyway and slipped the rod between her lips. I saw her cheeks hollow and she got this glassy eyed look. Marcus merely mumbled, "Yeah baby lick that dick suck it hard come on baby suck that cum right out of my hard balls." The next thing I knew she was violently bobbing her head on his prick. Up and down, up and down. She looked like a woodpecker her head was moving so fast. Occasionally she would gag as the monster jammed the back of her throat. Eventually though I noticed that she wasn't bobbing quite so violently, she had actually slowed down rather severely and more of his enlarged pecker was disappearing into her mouth. It looked like she was trying to swallow it. There were even tears in her eyes as she again glued her eyes to mine, but she kept going. Further and further until soon her nose was flat against his thick pubic hair. "Suck my fucking cock baby," he groaned, "I'm gonna nut straight down your throat. Oh fuck yeah, that's it right there, right there." I was dumbfounded; I had no idea what was happening. Mom obviously knew I was there, but it was like she enjoyed me watching the lewd spectacle. In fact, I think she came for the first time when I entered the room. I don't know what kept me in the room, but my nightmare was completely forgotten. Marcus then stood up completely pushing mom back so that she sat on her heels with his dick still lodged in her throat. I was going to run, I thought he had seen me, but I noticed he had kept his eyes closed like mom had ordered. His moustache glistened from the tounging he had just given her asshole. It looked like the veins in his neck were going to pop out and his knees were starting to wobble. Mom then slid the 10 inch meat stick from her throat and started pumping it by hand. To Marcus she said, "Look at me shitface." When Marcus opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was me standing in the doorway slack jawed. He tried to pull away but mom quickly swallowed him to the root again. With a roar he, grabbed the back of her head, and tangled his fingers in her hair. I thought he was going to hurt her he rammed her throat so mercilessly, the whole times staring me right in the face. I think he liked me being there as well. Mom's face was so purple I thought she would pass out then she started swallowing. For a full minute I watched mom's throat work as Marcus came. Almost lovingly she slipped the huge cock from her mouth and gingerly kissed and sucked the clearly tender tip. Marcus on the other hand was moaning and periodically spasming like he had a muscle cramp. After she was satisfied that there was no more jism left in the still six inch but now limp member, mom looked at me with a pearly drop of cum drying on her upper lip and said sweetly, "Go back to your room and I'll be there in a few minutes to tuck you in. We've got a big day tomorrow." "About time," Marcus mumbled as he rolled over, "I'm tired of sneaking around my own home for some pussy," with that he fell into a deep sleep. I went back to bed with what I saw replaying over and over in my head. Only about 10 minutes had passed between me climbing out of bed and me climbing back into it, but when mom walked in still wearing what she had on a few minutes ago, nothing, I knew that I had found where I wanted to stay; with my new family forever... To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 47