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The Trouble with George
by Realoldbill (address withheld)

***

There's always action for this lovely young woman - 
note changes in point of view. (MF, nc, rp, inc)

***

"Daddy," she whined, standing beside me, holding my 
arm between her luscious young breasts, "will you do 
me a favor and ask Mr. Price to tell George to stay 
away from me?"

"Um," I said, "what's wrong with George?"

She giggled. "I can't tell you. It's embarrassing. But 
he's just a pest, always drooling and pawing at me, 
begging me to let him."

"All right, sweetie; I'll probably see him today. Got 
a golf date at two I think. But seriously, what's 
wrong with the boy?'

She smiled and held up her right thumb. "His thing's 
about this big, honest."

She started to leave and I grabbed her wrist and 
pulled her in front of me. All she had on was the t-
shirt she slept in. Damn, she was pretty; a walking 
temptation for any man, even her father. "And how do 
you know that, miss smarty-pants?'

She lifted her chin and looked away. "Somebody told 
me."

I smacked her hard rump and she yipped.

"Bob, the boy you hired to do the stables this 
summer." She sniffed pretending to be hurt.

I bent and kissed her nose.

"You want me to suck it?" she asked quietly.

I shook my head. "Nope, getting a massage this morning 
and she just loves my juice."

She laughed and ran off.

***
As I showered after asking my father to get George off 
my back, I hoped that would be the end of the pest. I 
played with my boobs and belly a bit, shaved very 
gently and then rinsed, got out and wrapped a towel 
around my head. When I opened my bedroom door, there 
was my pesky little brother, lying in the middle of my 
big bed, pretending to be asleep, his prick standing 
straight up in the air, not even quivering.

"Jimmy, get out of here," I yelled at him, forgetting 
I was naked and he was aroused, a bad combination.

He turned his head, smiled at me and then stroked his 
immense erection and clamped his hand around his 
swollen scrotum. "Come on, Sis, I woke up like this. 
Can't get it down." The kid's cock is at least an 
eight-incher.

"Oh sure," I said, crawling up on my bed and bending 
over to lick his cock head. It was hot, and I felt a 
chill go through me as I stroked his rigid pole. I 
seldom missed an opportunity and I only knew two cocks 
better than Jim's, my father's and my big brother's 
which almost always made me scream.

I swung a leg over his well-muscled body and eased 
myself down on his prong, feeling it part my lips, 
nudge my clit and then slide into me as I relaxed my 
well-trained muscles and swallowed him up.

Jim smiled as his smooth hands came up to grasp my 
breasts. We had only been fucking each other for about 
a year, since he turned thirteen and I gave him a 
birthday present he would never forget, but we were 
getting pretty good at it and now could romp and play 
for nearly thirty minutes before we both were spent.

Jim mauled my tits and stretched out my nipples as I 
began to ride him, trotting gently at first but soon 
working up to a good canter that had him gasping and 
groaning.

"Oh no, no, don't do it," he begged, as I leaned 
forward, dug in my heels, slapped his thigh and we 
galloped, and galloped, and galloped until he came, 
squealing with pleasure as I wriggled left and right, 
threatening to tear his striving cock right out of his 
groin and exciting my clit to the point of explosion.

I rolled us over and he lay on me, gasping for breath, 
while I rested with his meat quivering and jumping 
inside me.

When he recovered, he arched up, first on his elbows 
and then on fully extended arms, moved up so that 
every single thrust rubbed over my engorged clit, and 
got back to work as I planted my feet and met him 
thrust for thrust.

I'm slow to arouse and it almost always takes me a 
good while to get to a satisfying climax unless the 
boy does a good job of eating me out first, so Jim was 
dripping sweat and humping at a thrust a second when I 
finally came and my vagina liquefied and rippled on 
his striving member.

We collapsed together, laughing and kissing and then I 
chased him out and got dressed.

***

I had a quick breakfast and walked down to the stables 
where Bob was cleaning a stall. He dropped his big 
pitchfork and met me in the shadows, hugging me to his 
big strong body and then kissing my mouth until I had 
to push him away to breathe. I loved the smell of his 
sweat. He walked me to his cot in the corner and I 
leaned against the wall while he stripped down my 
jodhpurs and knelt on one knee to lick my slit and 
suck my pussy. It hadn't taken me long to train him. 

As I quivered in anticipation, he stood and eased his 
thick manhood up into me. In it went, inch by inch, so 
wide I couldn't mouth it, a massive thing that 
stretched me something awful every time we coupled. 
His big hands slipped under my shirt and then over my 
sports bra and crushed my breasts as he arched and was 
in to the balls, lifting me up on my toes.

"Give it to me, damn you." I sobbed as he crushed my 
nipples. "Rip me apart."

He leaned back, gasping for breath as he pistoned in 
and out of my clasping pussy, pulling out my flesh on 
his recoils and battering me open on his penetrations. 
Soon he was grunting and gasping and then I felt him 
explode within me and actually blow himself out of my 
grip. He stood leaning over beside me and ejaculated 
twice more on the side of the stall while I pulled up 
my pants and then got my tack.

***

I was at the side of the trail, waiting for her, the 
beautiful bitch, determined to have her. I had it all 
planned and the five black boys had arrived in the big 
Suburban almost an hour ago. They were hidden with the 
stash of weed I gave them, ready to pull her out of 
the saddle and maul her good.

I could hear her coming, the steady beat of the 
hooves, and then there were yells and screams. I 
kicked my horse and bent forward, yelling, skidded to 
a halt and tossed boys left and right. They ran off, 
each of them $20 richer, and I helped the frightened 
girl to her feet and admired her freckled chest which 
had been almost bared as one bastards had torn her 
silk shirt open.

"Are you all right?" I asked as I held her close.

"Oh George," she sobbed. "They really scared me. There 
were so many of them. Where did they come from? Look, 
there's truck driving away."

"There, there," I said. "You're safe now. Come over 
here. I've got some water." I handed her the bottle I 
had doctored, and she swallowed down half of it, 
taking in a good dose of X that should make her 
amenable to my plans.

"Thank you!" she gasped, drinking the rest. "I should 
get back to the stable. Call the police."

"My place is closer," I said. "Come, you can rest 
there."

I took her reins and led her back to my big barn and 
helped her down. She sank into my arms, looked up at 
me and then we kissed. And kissed, and kissed some 
more.

I led her to the house and right up to my bedroom. She 
collapsed on my bed, an arm over her eyes and I 
quickly undressed.

She turned her lovely face toward me as I climbed up 
beside her, my manhood hard and trembling.

"No, oh no," she gasped when she saw my cock. She 
tried to sit up and push me away, put I pinned her 
down with my forearm and ripped off her shirt, figured 
out her heavy bra and then stripped it over her head. 
She was kicking and fussing all the while, and I was 
just about to work on her belt buckle when she grabbed 
the metal carafe off my night table and smacked me on 
the side of the head. 

The lights went out.

***

I ran down the stairs and was halfway to the barn when 
this big, dark Bentley drove in. I stopped since it 
was in the way and George's father got out on the 
driver's side and then my father on my side. 'What's 
going on?" he asked, looking surprised.

"It's George," I cried, "he tried to rape me."

George's father put his arm about me and they led me 
back to the house. I was feeling very woozy for some 
reason.

"Let's put her to bed," one of them said. "Let her 
rest."

"Good idea," said the other, maybe my father.

And they led me to a back bedroom and undressed me. I 
kind of just stood and then sat there and let them do 
it. It was like I was watching myself in a movie. I 
have no idea where my bra went.

And then George's father got out of his clothes and my 
father sat in a side chair and poured himself a drink.

And then George came in, holding a washcloth to his 
head, and asked what was going on.

I smiled at him as his father turned me over on my 
face and mounted me from behind. George's phallus 
might be puny, and I know is it, but his father's is 
certainly full sized.

I could hear his grunting and feel him pounding in and 
out of my slot but it was like it was happening to 
somebody else.

When the man rutting on me was spent and squirted 
stuff on my back, somebody rolled me over and when I 
looked up, there was George's face and he looked like 
he was in pain.

When George crawled away, my father led me to a 
shower, washed me off, helped me dress and then had 
George's father's driver take me home while he rode my 
horse.

I tripped when I got out of the car and the driver 
helped me up, looked at me kind of funny and then 
walked me to the back of the big car. I put my hands 
on the trunk lid and he stripped down my pants. I'm 
pretty sure I asked him what he was doing before he 
drove his cock up into me. I squealed I guess because 
all of a sudden Bob, the guy from the stable, was 
there and they were shoving each other and calling 
nasty names. Then the car drove away and Bob led me to 
his cot and got me to lie down.

I think I went to sleep. That's where my father found 
me when he got back on my horse and then he fired Bob 
and took me into the house and up to my bed.

***

My girl is a peach. Of course she is also a slut. It 
didn't take me long to figure out that good old George 
had drugged her. But I did sit there and watch his fat 
father mount her, mainly because we had just concluded 
a multi-million dollar real estate deal out at the 
club. That's why we didn't bother to golf, just came 
back to sign some papers.

And she was right about George; he was really puny.

I rode her jumper home and there was my stable boy 
horsing my kid. So I yelled and called him some names 
and told him to get off the property. I'll have to 
send him some money, damn, that boy's well hung but 
you can't let the help pump it into your children, 
even if they enjoy it.

So anyway, I got her upstairs and out of her clothes 
and into my bed. 

I went and took my ED pill and then stood by the bed 
and enjoyed the sight of her luscious body while I 
undressed. I mean she's barely sixteen and she's 
absolutely full grown, stacked.

I was riled but not hard enough so I dipped my horn in 
her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around and 
pretty soon it was oak rigid. I've never had the 
famous four-hour erection, but I've often enjoyed 
forty or fifty minutes of very energetic exercise.

Ah well, time to get to work.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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