M & M SERIES
INCEST & FOOTBALL RECRUITING – Part 1 of 2
BY: SLUDGE
Email: jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature and those less than 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad, while striving to make society safe from evil doers and too often get lewdly ravished, totally debauched and sometimes disgustingly demeaned and humiliated, while in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
SATURDAY MORNING:
- CRUISING THE MALL / RISKY BUSINESS:
Margie felt a hand shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes and was looking right into her husband’s face. She groggily heard him saying, “Come on babe, time to get up and go to the mall for breakfast. Put my favorite outfit on and let’s get moving.”
It was Saturday morning and George had gotten home so late last night, from his week long sales trip, that she had been asleep when he arrived and, as a result, they hadn’t had sex yet. From the familiar, insistent tone in his voice, she knew that, as usual, her balding, not at all handsome, but prodigiously well hung husband, wanted to do what he always loved to do on Saturday mornings, take her out in public and show her off. He got a special satisfaction from letting everyone see what a gorgeous bride he had managed to capture. An improbable event, based on his less than stellar looks, and one that was purely a result of Mother Nature having equipped him with a truly enormous cock of near biblical proportions.
With the vision of that stupendous cock planted firmly in her mind, Margie scrambled out of bed and hurriedly took a shower. When she had dried off, she put on a pastel pink, white polka dotted, cotton shirt and tied its tails up under her immense, jutting, braless breasts. She then struggled to get into a pair of obscenely small, white short-shorts that her husband had bought for her, just for these kinds of public prick teasing exhibitions that he loved to take her out on.
After much primping, she had stepped into some five inch high heeled, backless straw wedges, then looked at herself in the full length mirror and marveled at how much bare flesh was exposed for the public to view. She walked into the kitchen and modeled her outfit, very suggestively, for her more than appreciative husband, and then they raced out to the car and headed for the mall to get some very stimulating kicks.
The excited couple parked in the facility’s multi-storied garage, then went down to the already crowded shop area. Almost immediately, her outlandishly stacked, barely clothed body caused a near riot. After parading around for awhile, flaunting her incredibly luscious female assets, they went into the food court, filled their trays and sat down. Soon practically everyone in the mall was crowded around them having breakfast and looking at the over abundance of curvaceous flesh that was packed into, and hanging out of, her minimal clothing.
During the consumption of their breakfast, she made a couple of unnecessary, flesh jiggling, hard nippled trips back to the counter; struts that had the audience panting so hard that she could have sworn that the floor was getting slippery from all of the drool. By now George was completely turned on by her prick teasing show and the visible erections it was inspiring in the pants of all of the male watchers. Her virtuoso, strip tease level performance had now inflamed the entire crowd of mall walkers, driving them to contemplate gang rape as a seemingly logical and rational next step. His own cock swollen to full size, her sweating husband was ready to take his prize home and do to her what every man in the mall was dreaming about doing to her.
Much to the disappointment of the gaping mall mullets, George got up and led his voluptuous wife through the assemblage of gawkers and they all watched in amazement and lust, as the fabulous body undulated away from them, its awesome ass cheeks in full, tantalizing, breath taking swing.
These periodic body displaying shows actually turned her on as much, or more, than they did George and the two of them only made it as far as the stairwell of the parking garage, before she began looking for a place to make out. She led him up a couple of flights of stairs then spotted a partially secluded spot behind the bank of garage elevators.
As she often did when it came to having sex with George, she aggressively took charge, reaching down and unzipping his fly and, with a mighty struggle, managing to pull his enormous, rigid pole out of his pants. She clamped a hand around the preposterously large tube of super hard penis flesh and led him, by his prick, over behind the elevators where she lustfully dropped to her knees.
In a split second she had stuffed the head of the irresistible monster snake into her mouth and begun going down on the forearm thick shaft. George put his hands on his hips as he looked down and watched his skilled, very hot, exhibitionist wife work on his bulbous bone until she got half of its prodigious length into her mouth, while she moaned loudly and shamelessly groveled at his feet, in an almost drunken sexual stupor.
After a couple of minutes of intense, nasty cocksucking, George heard a car coming, so he shuffled forward, his massive prickhead pushing the back of Margie’s head against the hard concrete wall that was behind her. Wedged in as far as their bodies would go, he realized that if a car came from the other direction they could still be seen, no matter what. After the car had passed, he told Margie that they had to quit having sex like this, before they got caught. Her response was to greedily suck his cock deeper into her mouth, happily gagging herself in the process, causing her drool to run down onto his balls.
Two more cars passed, going up the ramp, before one came from the other direction. That car’s driver spotted them and honked and yelled as he passed by. This time George grabbed her head and jerked his member out of it, just like he was pulling a tight cork out of a wine bottle, then, as he stuffed his dong back into his pants, insisted that they had to leave.
The extremely horny, very disappointed Margie got to her feet, put a hand down the front of her shorts and fondled her pussy while she followed George to their car. They got in and she said, “Honey, let’s go up to the roof level. This early in the morning no one is going to drive up that far to park. You have been gone all week and I have walked the mall for you and got everyone turned on, just like you wanted me too, including me. Now I’m so hot that I have got to have you fuck me with that damned joy stick of yours, right now.”
George again expressed his fear of being caught, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so he drove up to the roof and parked. She opened the door and stepped out, then said, “Come over here George.” While he was walking around the front of the car, she pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, then bent over into the car, pressing her face down on the seat.
When he arrived behind her, she said, “Hurry, dammit, take me.” He looked around nervously as he whipped back out 15 inches of very inspired manhood. It was completely obvious that his nervousness hadn’t affected his roaring erection. The perfectly curved structure of his wife’s delicious ass, and the fat lipped pussy that was peeking out, clearly visible and waiting, overcame his concerns and he pressed the blunt head of his giant pecker against the exposed twat’s mouth, then proceeded to plow a few inches of his bloated penis into the red hot cavern of female pleasure.
Margie groaned from both the pressure and the passion it inspired and yelled, “Oh God, give it to me baby, fuck me hard.” George obliged her and they both got so caught up in the carnal pleasure that they became completely oblivious to what was going on around them. Suddenly George felt a tap on his shoulder. Startled, he turned his head quickly and found himself looking into the face of a tall, large, shapely, very black female, who was wearing a short skirted, very tight security guard’s uniform.
The scowling woman yelled, “What in the hell do you two honkys think you are doing? Have you white people no shame? Don’t you know that it’s against the law to do that in public? Hell, somebody spotted you two fools having public sex a few floors down and stopped and told me that a couple was up in the garage fornicating and I couldn’t believe it. But damn, here you are, bigger than hell! You two should be arrested for indecent exposure for carrying on this way in public.”
The guard looked at George and said, “Now pull your damned cock out of her, right this minute, White Bread.” Scared witless, George immediately did what he was told and took a step backwards. The lady security guard looked down at his quivering, dripping member and gasped, “Good God Almighty, Whitey, is that damned thing real?” George stammered, “Yes maim.” “Hot damn, boy, that is one hell of a tallywhaker you’ve got there.” Finding it hard to tear her eyes away from the beyond huge, rigid slab of male meat, she said, “That is the biggest god damned cock I have ever seen. Can you actually get all of that thing in your girl friend’s pussy, without injuring her?”
“Yes, ma’m, I can,” George stuttered, in a faltering voice. “Hell, I don’t see how that’s possible, not with that fuckin’ monster you’ve got there, sonny. Shit, that thing makes me thankful that I’m a lesbian.” While the guard was staring down and shaking her head in amazement, Margie backed out of the car and stood up. The black woman glanced over at her and a look of recognition crossed her face. “Why hell girl, ain’t you that white fox I saw strutting through the mall awhile ago, driving everybody crazy? Sweet Jesus, baby, that is some body you’ve got there. Shit, bitch, with the ass you’ve got on you, I bet you really can take all of your boy friend’s baseball bat sized dong up your box. Hell, honey child, you are stacked just as good as your stud here is hung.”
She looked back and forth between them for a few seconds, and then said, “I’ll make a deal with you, White Boy. Instead of running you two in, like I should, you put that horse dong of yours back in her and let me watch you ram all of it up into your hot ass slut’s pussy and I’ll let you off this time. Now, have we got a deal, or do I have to bust you two?”
George looked at Margie, who smiled and shrugged her shoulders in happy resignation. He looked back at the guard and said, “Well, okay.” “At-a-boy, White Stuff, now put that club of yours back in her right quick and get with it, before someone else shows up.”
George had never been in a situation like this before in his life, but it was obvious that he had no choice but to do what he was told. Margie, on the other hand, was so hot that she just wanted to resume getting shafted, but good, by her favorite monster cock. Plus, mostly as a super heroine, she had been watched getting fucked often enough, that she had really become completely enamored with performing sex in front of an audience. She turned and leaned back into the car, assumed the position again, panties and short-shorts still down around her knees, drooling pussy lips fully exposed and anxiously waiting.
George hesitated and the guard said, “We ain’t got no time to waste, Whitey, stick the bitch and let me see that jumbo ramrod of yours do some serious damage. Hell, just look at your girlfriend’s cunt dripping its juices, the gorgeous Cunt wants it real bad, honey.” George stepped forward, aimed at the waiting gash and lanced it, giving his wife a quick six inches of his pussy wrecker on the first thrust. The guard watching guard exclaimed, “Oh, baby, she’s already got the national average of cock length stuck in her and there is still damned near a foot left to go. Stuff her, boy, and make the whore moan.”
The guard watched George plunge his dick into the oozing twat for a couple of minutes, then said “Keep fucking that bimbo, cowboy, while I go around and get in a better position to watch you plunger this white bitch’s cunt, to full depth.”
She went around to the other side of the car, opened the door and leaned in, her ears filled with the loud sounds of George’s pistoning hips slapping against the voluptuous white prize’s ass cheeks. She reached up and pulled her nightstick out of its holster and said, “Honey, I think you need something to suck on while your boy friend puts on a show for me with your other end. Any hottie who flaunts her stuff the way you do, ought to get all her holes fully stuffed, used and abused, so spread those pearly white teeth of yours and let me give you a mouthful of this black mother.”
Margie was already in full drool from the kinkiness of the situation and the major league forking she was getting and needing from George, so she promptly opened her mouth and let the quasi-policewoman slip her the end of the leather covered weapon. In her full lesbian mode, the guard shoved it in so far that she was able to force the recipient to gag on it. Smiling wickedly, she snarled, “That’s it you white hussy, now you suck on that thing while I watch your boyfriend bury all of that big fuck tool of his up your snatch.”
The guard then hiked up her tight skirt, crawled into the car and laid on Margie’s back, her pubic mound pressing the auburn haired head down against the seat, her panty covered clit resting on the back of the fuckee’s head. Then she positioned her own face over Margie’s ass, nose right above asshole, and began watching, from that close up vantage point, George’s juggernaut tool ravish the very stretched slot and churn the cuntal juices that were filling the steadily loosening orifice. “That’s it, your white mother fucker; give it to the nasty whore real good. This prick teasing bimbo deserves to be getting the hell fucked out of her and you’ve damned sure got the equipment to do it with, so put it to her good, Pale Face.”
George labored on, making more and more of his thickset, world class length, pussy plugger disappear into the gleaming white lower body of his prostrate, gasping, glubbing wife. It took awhile, but he finally seated all of it ball deep in the steaming snatch. The fascinated guard watched it all happen right under her nose and when he’d finally gotten the prodigious log fully buried, she exclaimed, “God damned, stud, you really did it. All of your damned horse cock is completely out of sight. The hot assed bitch’s swamp hole swallowed the whole damn thing.” She lifted her arm and gave George a congratulatory high five, as they both listened to the white female that was under them, moan with gurgling pleasure around the black nightstick that was jammed deep inside of her mouth.
“Damned, Honky, look at your bimbo’s body hump, would you, she loved the hell out of that major league frigging you gave her. Shit, boy, do you think you can get all of that bruiser up your broad’s ass, too?” George nodded yes and the guard looked up at him and said, “Well go to it, boy, bugger the round-heeled slut with that super hole stretcher of yours, I want to see her take it up the ass.”
George pulled his dripping prick out of the snapping pussy, raised up a little and crammed a few slippery inches of it into his wife’s extremely tight anus. The guard said, “Shit, look at that, would you. Damn this is some kind of hottie you’ve got here, dude. The bitchin’ bimbo can take anything. We don’t have any time to waste, Dough Boy, so give her what she wants. Cornhole the slut and be quick about it.”
As she watched George’s dong rip into the tight sphincter, the lesbian began humping her own ass hard, rubbing her clit on the back of Margie’s head, until she eventually got herself off on the auburn haired beauty’s noggin, emitting a loud groan of gratification of her own, as she heard the white bimbo hum with passion as she slobbered on the soaking wet nightstick.
Margie was so roaring hot that having her face repeatedly pressed into the car seat, didn’t bother her a bit. Neither did the fact that it also forced the invading nightstick even further down her throat. In her wanton condition, it didn’t take all that long for George to shove every inch of his rod up her very experienced and hungry anal channel.
When George’s primo ass fucker was all the way in her, the guard looked up at George and said, “Damn, honey that was some show you put on with that big thumper of yours, the god damned slut’s ass took every inch of it. Hell, boy, I bet you set a time record for burying a 15 inch cock up a girl’s ass. Shit, you over-donged bastard, I think you deserve to have this whore of yours drink your seed as a reward for setting a cornholing world speed record. Lets get her out of the car and put that slimy monster of yours in her mouth and let her show me what kind of tramp cocksucker she really is.”
The guard gave the auburn haired head a few more strokes with her clit, then climbed off of the female sex receptacle, jerked the nightstick out of her mouth and went around to the passenger side of the car, again. She had George pull his swollen, throbbing pole out of the ravaged ass hole, then she grabbed Margie by the hips and pulled her out of the vehicle. The guard stood her up and said, “Now let me taste that pretty mouth of yours, before your stud sticks his king sized ass fucker in there and gets it too nasty to kiss.”
Margie quickly got a mouthful of big, black lesbian tongue, which she sucked on greedily. The kiss was so long and the tongue so thick, that it soon made the over heated Anglo harlot climax, again. This climax was so deep that she squirted shamelessly, sending cuntal juice coursing down her inner thighs. The guard released her and said, “God damn, honey, you are one fuck’n hot white bimbo. Now it’s time to dirty up that mouth of yours so you can let me see you suck some cock and taste your own ass.”
The lezzy guard had George sit down on the passenger seat, facing out, feet on the ground, then she grabbed Margie by the back of the neck, led her forward, pressed her head down, bending her over at the waist, then fit the giant, glistening peckerhead into her drooling oral cavity.
Margie was bleary eyed and completely sexually intoxicated and immediately began sucking the tangy, dripping wet tool, like a cheap whore. She heard the guard say, “I think you need a little more nightstick to inspire you, honey,” and Margie felt a whole lot of leather covered wood slide into her cuntal channel. She began moaning around the cock shaft as the guard started working the nightstick up and down, just like she was jacking up a car that had a flat tire.
After much harsh, callous pussy churning, Margie felt the nightstick vacate her snatch and quickly enter her back door. A few deep jacks later, Margie erupted with another body shuddering climax, just as George sent a geyser of cum into her mouth. Her climaxing body bucked between both demanding shafts until, eventually, her legs gave way and she slumped to her knees in sexual exhaustion.
Both weapons were extracted from her orifices and the guard had her lick off the end of the soaking wet black nightstick, before she said, “Alright you two honkys, get your asses out of here and don’t let me catch you fornicating in public again, because next time I’ll have to run you in.” Margie got to her feet, shakily, pulled up her panties and short-shorts, then climbed into the front seat, still panting from the non-stop exertion and multiple orgasms.
While George was walking around to the driver’s side, the guard slipped a business card down the front of Margie’s short-shorts and whispered, “Next time you are hot for some action, baby, call me and I’ll let you find out how much fun it is to eat black pussy.” She gave Margie’s nearest nipple a hard tweak before George jumped into the driver’s seat, started the car, raced it out of the garage and headed for home.
Still flush with sexual heat, Margie quickly reached down and got his cock back out and spent the rest of the trip home face down in his lap, both hands wrapped around the king sized shaft like she was holding a baseball bat, bobbing her head and stuffing her mouth full of still hard cockmeat, over and over, like the cock addict she was.
SATURDAY NOON:
- A VISIT FROM AUNT CINDY AND HER BOYS:
It had been two hours since they had gotten home from their racy mall caper. George had pretty much recovered from the trauma of getting caught fornicating in public and was back to being his normal low key self. Margie was just finishing straightening up the house, when the phone rang. She quickly picked it up, then heard her Aunt Cindy’s sexy voice through the earpiece. After exchanging the usual hello’s, Cindy told her that she was in the area and wanted to know if it was okay for she and her two boys to drop by for a visit. Thrilled, Margie enthusiastically told her that, of course, they could.
When she hung up she was smiling broadly, as she always did when she knew that she was going to be spending some time with her mother’s sister. Cindy was so gorgeous and high spirited that she always brightened Margie’s day, whenever they were together.
Margie was still wearing the short-shorts outfit and the crotch of her bikini panties was slightly damp from this mornings licentious, but invigorating activities, from which she remained hotter than hell. There was no time to change now, so she just brushed her long auburn hair, freshened her lipstick and patted her minimal clothing into place over her lush curves and crevices.
As she checked herself out in her full length mirror, she was fully cognizant of the fact that Cindy’s two, always horny, just turned sixteen, sons were going to be ogling her body and coping some feels, just like they always did when they were around her. She had never minded this salacious game that they played with her, because their boyish enthusiasm for her bountiful set of female goodies was not only flattering, it always made her feel like a hot young teeny bopper chick again.
Today, however, her enthusiasm for their attentions was somewhat guarded. The last time the twins had been together with her, things had gotten completely out of hand and they had nearly succeeded in seducing her. In an incomprehensible, to her, moment of sexual weakness, Jerry had actually gotten his cock into her vagina, albeit briefly, before Cindy’s arrival on the scene had saved her from committing incest with her two young cousins. Because of that recent near slip, she was very glad that George was here at home today, so the boys would have to temper their horny attentions, for fear of getting caught.
She went out into the backyard and told her husband that Cindy and the twins were coming over and he waived agreeably, saying that he would cook some more hamburgers, then went on with his grilling preparations and football game watching. She soon heard car doors slam and walked out front to greet the visitors. She gave Cindy a big hug and a kiss, then immediately received the two boy’s full lipped, wet tongued, octopus armed onslaught. After getting in several preliminary feels, the strapping cousins had gotten her between them, draped their arms around her waist, placing a hand firmly on each of her ass cheeks, then walked her inside.
Cindy preceded them into the house. Watching her youthful aunt’s spectacular body twisting excitingly, right in front of her, Margie saw that Cindy was dressed almost as provocatively as she was. Her luscious aunt was wearing a tiny little, pastel green tennis dress that featured a deeply plunging neckline, which exposed about half of her pendulous breasts in a sumptuous display of jiggling cleavage. Out from under the extremely short, flared skirt, peeked a pair of very tight, satiny white tennis tights. To add to the provocative mix, Cindy was wearing a pair of six inch high heeled, white sandals, that had bindings winding half way up each of her calves.
Not only did Cindy look sexy as hell, her face was absolutely radiant. Something really good had obviously happened to her mother’s stunning sister, because she looked not a day over twenty, again, instead of her real Amazon age of thirty-five.
Once inside, the boys went on being their randy selves or, perhaps inspired by Margie’s brief, revealing clothing and their recent near seduction of their ravishing cousin, even a little worse. The four of them soon trooped out into the backyard to say hello to George.
As the pleasant patio small talk went on, the boys, who were facing George, with his wife still captured between them, continued to slide their hands all over her ass cheeks and down the backs of her lush, bare thighs, as the two women bantered with Margie’s husband. With much discipline, she was able to maintain a look of innocence in front of George, while the two sets of fingers found their way up into the leg holes of her short-shorts, then pushed their way up under the crotch of her panties, until they were stroking her pussy lips and puckered anus and finally even gaining some penetration of her helplessly twitching, squeezing, fast moistening lower channel entrances.
After several minutes of letting these secret sexual hi-jinks go on, right in front of her unsuspecting husband, the fast weakening Margie finally said, “Boys, lets go in and get some iced tea for everyone.” The twins dutifully extracted their wet fingers out from under her shorts and followed her inside, like two hound dogs following a bitch in heat.
Once the patio door slid closed behind them, Margie turned and grabbed both of them by their chins and said, “Now boys you must stop doing that, it just isn’t right.” Jerry grabbed her chin, in return, and promptly French kissed her, while he ran a hand down into the front of he short-shorts and found her wet pussy, again. Meanwhile, Larry stepped up behind her, reached around and captured a huge, jutting breast in each hand, then started squeezing them hard and tweaking her nipples, while he dry humped the crevice between her spectacular ass cheeks.
Margie was so surprised by their aggressive response that she couldn’t react for a minute, as they thoroughly explored all of her G-spots. Finally, she got control of herself, pushed them away and said, “Now you two must just stop that.” The very guilty Jerry, speaking with feigned innocence, looked at her and said, “But Margie, last month you let me get my cock inside of your pussy for a minute and Larry and I have been desperately waiting for the opportunity to finish up what you started with us that day. You have gotten us both so crazy hot for your body that we just have to have some of you.”
“Jerry, I truly apologize for my behavior that day. I really don’t know what came over me, but it was a mistake and I just can’t have sex with you two. It is wrong. It would be incest,” she wailed plaintively. Jerry responded to her plea by sticking his tongue back in her mouth, while Larry knelt behind her and started trying to pull her short-shorts down. He managed to get the very tight white stretchy material below her tailbone and began running his tongue under the prominent, rounded, bony bump and then on down between her ass cheeks, at which point he heard Jerry groan, “Dammit Larry, George is coming in.”
Larry leaped to his feet and they released their sexual prize before the patio door slid open. George came in and puttered around the kitchen, picking up a few things that he needed, in order to be able to cook them all a hamburger. Margie quickly took this break in the action as an opportunity to fill the tea glasses, then escaped the clutches of the two boys by following George back outside.
After the patio doors closed, the twins looked at each other and Jerry said, “Damn the luck, we just about had her, again, buddy.” Larry licked his lips and said, “Shit, we have got to get some of that stuff soon, bro, she is one sizzling hot babe and I guarantee you that, as hot as she is, she has to fuck like a god damned mink.”
Jerry slapped his brother on the shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, my man, we’re bound to get inside of her soon. Let’s get out there and jump back into the chase.” They went outside and, while George was cooking, along with their mother’s help, they followed Margie everywhere she went and, whenever George couldn’t see what was going on, they copped feels of every part of her body. Their relentless efforts got her so hot that her good judgment was wavering and when George announced that the hamburgers would be ready in a few more minutes, she let them take her by the hands and lead her back inside to get some more liquid refreshments.
Once in the kitchen, they grabbed her, Larry from the front and Jerry from behind. Larry put one of his hands behind her neck, then stuck the four fingers of his other hand right into her mouth and made her start sucking them, as he tried to cram his whole hand down her throat. Jerry, from behind, put one hand on her shoulder and the other one on her crotch, then both of the youngsters used their hand holds to start pressing her down to her knees. Once they had her there, Larry extracted his hand from her mouth, unzipped his fly and flopped out 9 inches of extremely thick cockmeat, then put the head of it up to her wet, red lips.
Margie’s glassy, sex filled eyes widened at the sight of the very impressive weapon that her young cousin was presenting her with and, as soon as Larry pushed the bulbous head against her lips, her mouth popped open and she let the insistent sword of male flesh in. Larry eased the extremely rigid prick deep into her open mouth and she grasped the thick base of the oversized, irresistible pecker and began bobbing her head on it lewdly, as she groaned with intense passion.
Larry watched his fat penis slide in and out of the beautiful, lust filled face a few times then, in a fit of pent up excitement, blurted out to his brother, “God damn, Jerry, her mouth is fuckin’ fantastic. She’s ten times better than any whore we’ve been in so far.” The loud sound of Larry’s shouted words suddenly broke the sexual spell Margie was under and she jerked her head back, emptying her mouth of the glorious cock she’d been sucking and slurping on, leaped to her feet and said, “No, we just can’t do this,” and raced out to the patio, leaving the two boys behind, cursing their luck once again.
Larry slumped to his knees and moaned, “I fucked up bro, but shit, I just couldn’t help it, what a mouth the hot bitch has on her. She is a natural born cocksucker.” “Forget it Larry. Hell the upside is that now we’ve each gotten a cock in an orifice, so we are definitely making progress. Hell, it’s only a matter of time before she’s toast,” Jerry stated, slapping his brother on the shoulder. “But for now, lets’ take some more tea out there, then eat a hamburger and see if we can have a little more fun with our bitchin’ bodied cousin.”
After spending another hour of sometimes being able to dodge the twin’s wandering, searching hands, Margie heard her aunt say that they had to go. Cindy kissed both George and Margie goodbye, then Margie followed her and the boys to the front door. After some more grab ass, they followed Cindy out to their van, got in and drove away, all waving goodbye to their hot, delicious, wet cunted niece/cousin.
Her head awhirl, Margie went back out to the patio to her very low key husband, who immediately commented, “Damn honey, your aunt Cindy has really changed. She has always been delightful to be around, but now she’s become one hot looking, flirtatious woman.” Surprised at hearing a comment like that come from her always oblivious husband, she said, “Yes, I noticed that too. She is certainly one happy, contented looking female.”
She kissed George, lustily, then teasingly said, “It sounds like you really liked the looks of my sexy aunt, George. Are you getting the hots for her?” Needing some sexual relief again, and badly, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his again hard prick, knelt and began licking it hungrily, as she said, “I had better suck you off again, honey. I thought that the close call we had in the mall parking garage this morning would have kept your cock soft for awhile but, from the looks of this thing, my sexy Aunt Cindy has obviously got you all hot and bothered, again.” She crammed the more than a mouthful bludgeon between her teeth, then proceeded to give him all of the relief he could possibly want, while making him completely forgot about the sensational looking, prick pleasing Aunt Cindy.
- RELIEVING SEXUAL TENSION / WHAT’S A MOTHER FOR:
They pulled out of Margie’s driveway and started for home, with the extremely stimulated Jerry and Larry playing their mother’s body like it was a whorish musical instrument. Jerry knew that their long chase and near miss failure to nail Margie meant that they would need to stop and use their mother’s voluptuous body for sexual relief, long before they could ever make it home.
He knew just the place for them to stop and knock off a quick piece of Cindy’s tail, so he suggested, “Mother, there’s a little Mexican Food Mart and Gas Station a couple of miles from here, why don’t we stop by there and pick up something to take home to have for dinner tonight.”
With both of her tits in Jerry’s hands and with the fingers of Larry’s non-driving hand burrowing under the crotch of her white tennis tights, reaming her already wet pussy, Cindy had been rendered agreeable to do anything, so she responded, “Sure honey, that sounds like a great idea.” His identical twin, Larry, knowing exactly what Jerry had in mind, made the necessary turns and in a few minutes their van was pulling into the muddy, rutted driveway of a dilapidated looking old Mobil gas station that had a faded, peeling red flying horse sign rising above it. The ancient gas pumps looked like they belonged in a transportation museum.
Cindy looked at
the crumbling old building and the decrepit neighborhood that surrounded it and
asked, “How in the world did you two ever find out about this place, it looks
absolutely dreadful?” “Well, to tell you
the truth Mother, the owner carries the best dirty magazines in
“God, it looks so awful around here, is it really safe for us to go in there,” she asked apprehensively? “Well, your being dressed like you are, might stir things up a little, but since we are such good customers of the owner, Pancho, he’ll make sure that we are all okay. He keeps a security guard inside all of the time, to keep order,” Jerry explained. “So quit worrying, Mother and come on in with us and meet Pancho. You’ll love what he does with a hotdog,” Jerry assured her.
Actually, Cindy wasn’t really worried at all. Since her super heroine Amazon sister, Mona, The Blonde Avenger, had given her a power belt, she’d made it a practice to wear it whenever she went out anywhere, just in case she found herself in danger. Accordingly, she was wearing the belt around the waist of her tantalizing tennis dress, right this minute. Even when she was out with the boys like this, she felt that one could never be too careful.
In fact, she had gotten to the point where she wore it, especially when she went out with her randy boys. Since they had blackmailed her into being their mistress, they had been subjecting her to such wild, crazy, physically demanding sex, that she felt that she needed super heroine strength to be able to cope with their X-rated demands and, from the looks of things, she could tell that they had another challenge in mind for her in this Mexican dump. She wanted to object but they already had her so hot that she needed some sex right now, herself.
They all got out and Jerry immediately saw that the grocery store side of the business was closed. Disappointed, he led them into the filth covered gas station office and asked the attendant where Pancho was. Almost paralyzed by the sight of Cindy, the shaking kid told them that the grocery store closed down at 3P.M., on Saturdays, and that Pancho was in there counting the day’s proceeds. The attendant had recognized the boys from previous visits, so he ushered them over to the grocery section door, leaned in and hollered out to Pancho that some friends of his were here to see him.
Pancho yelled back to send them in, so the three of them went through the door and walked over to where Pancho was counting his loot, leaving the star stuck, open-mouthed attendant staring at the white tights covered, dancing ass cheeks that were tossing her ultra short, flared skirt into the air behind her.
Along the way, Cindy could see how truly rundown the place was, with its aged, homemade looking vegetable bins, racks and counters. It appeared to her that the store sold everything from motor oil to avocados, tools to KY jelly.
Behind the counter she saw a dwarfish, grinning, heavily mustachioed, cartoon character looking Mexican, who was of an indeterminable age. The smiling little wetback yelled, “Jerry, Larry, me amigos! Welcome back to my humble establishment. You boys haven’t been around for awhile. I thought you had forgotten all about your good friend Pancho.”
“Sorry, man, we have been kind of busy,” Jerry responded lamely. The diminutive Mexican looked at Cindy and said, “Caramba, if this is your new girl friend, I understand why you have been so busy. I applaud your good taste, my friends, she looks like an exotic movie star. With that body she’s got, my guess is that you must be stopping by here because you have run out of condoms?”
“We sure as hell have, you little bastard,” Jerry said, shaking the troll’s brown hand. “Pancho, we want you to meet Cindy.” The proprietor bent forward in a full bow and said, “Senorita, I salute your beauty. In my country you would be a goddess.” She answered him appreciatively, “Why thank you, Pancho,” while eying the near dwarf apprehensively. The diminutive Mexican was so grotesque looking that he was almost cute.
He looked back at her escorts and asked, “Are you going to let me fuck this one like you have all of the other girls you’ve brought by here, in the past?” “No Pancho,” Jerry replied, “this is our new main squeeze, so you only get to look at and touch this one, but no fuckee. You’ll be glad to know that we did bring her by here to let you feed her one of your famous foot long hotdogs.”
“Well, in that case, amigos, lets go back and get things started,” the little Mex said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He came out from behind the counter, slipped his arm around Cindy’s waist and guided her back to the hotdog cooker. She was very relieved to hear that Jerry and Larry weren’t going to make her let the clownish looking little Mexican gnome fuck her, but she was still very suspicious about the hotdogs they were taking her too.
When they got to their destination, Pancho turned and faced her. His extreme lack of height, combined with the six inch high heels she was wearing, put his mouth on the same level as her nipples. The twin’s Hispanic friend immediately stepped forward and grabbed her right tit, popped it out of the low cut bodice of her tennis dress and sank his teeth into it, then proceeded to try and swallow it all.
She gasped in surprise, but before she could react, Larry stepped up behind her and grabbed her by the elbows, pinned them behind her back and said, “Nice pair of tits, uh, Pancho?” The wetback emptied his mouth for a moment and replied, “Fantastic, amigo, the best I have ever seen. You young pricks really know how to pick’em,” then he quickly refilled his mouth with hard nippled jugg and tried to suck it all down his throat, again. Even though she was wearing her power belt, she groaned in pain as his teeth clamped down hard on the tip of her tender tit flesh and began gnawing on it.
Pancho soon switched to the other side of her rack and got his full quota of eating the other enormous melon, too. Cindy, her mouth partially open, watched him munch on her white flesh and the sight of the ugly little brown troll trying to milk her, almost made her nauseous. Jerry finally had to grab the greedy wetback by the shoulders and forcibly pull him off of her, then told him, “How about getting started on cooking our hotdogs, my man?”
The spluttering, grinning dwarf went behind the cooker and started fixing them each a dog, then soon asked, “Can you please show me a little of her gorgeous ass, while I’m making these dogs for you boys?” “Sure, my friend,” Jerry replied. He had Larry move Cindy over to the closest vegetable bin and bend her face down onto the potatoes that were in it, mashing her dangling, well chewed, bare tits, into the earth covered spuds.
As she laid there, the back of her extremely short tennis skirt now lying on top of her ass, exposing her marvelous, white tights covered ass cheeks, the picture was a mouth watering sight to behold. It was too much for Pancho to take and he rushed out from behind the hotdog machine and charged her, causing Jerry to have to grab him and forcibly restrain the sex crazed Mex from attacking the splendid white butt.
“Please, amigo, that is too much to see without being able to touch it,” Pedro howled. “Well okay, guy, but make it quick then get your brown ass back over there and finish preparing those hotdogs,” Jerry warned, as he carefully released him.
Pancho stepped up to her ass, slapped a hand on each hip and began passionately kissing the stretchy material that was covering the magnificent ass cheeks, slobbering all over them, stopping only to yell out, “I am in love senors, this is the most perfect ass I have ever seen.”
He then dropped to his knees and buried his face into her exposed crotch and chewed everything from clit to tailbone, making noises like a pig at a feeding trough and eventually buried his big nose so far into her tights covered pussy that it got completely soaked.
When he finally came out for air, he stuck his index finger in his mouth and wet it, then pulled her white tights down to her knees and placed the tip of the glistening digit against her puckered anus and forced it in, full length.
The twins watched him run the offending finger in and out of Cindy’s rear channel a few times, then heard Pancho say, “Will you please let me stick my tongue in her ass too, Senors? I am begging you!” “Oh well, go ahead you greedy little wetback, but watch yourself cause you are really pushing it, old buddy,” Jerry said crossly.
The writhing, Cindy couldn’t believe that her boys were letting this ugly, miniature Mexican do this to her. She was so mortified that she raised her head and called out, “Boys, won’t you please stop this insanity and let me up?” Jerry responded, “It’s fuck time Cindy and you know the rules of our deal with you. We have our fun and you just do what you’re told.” By the time she heard Jerry’s response, Pancho’s ass kissing and crotch lapping, as well as the current finger probing her ass, was all conspiring to do a good job of placating her and really getting her juices flowing.
When the Mexican dwarf’s tongue darted into her anus, she gasped and uncontrollably pushed her ass back against his face, to help him get the long, wiggling appendage in as far as it would go, as she felt his bushy mustache tickle her ass and crotch. After a couple of minutes of this anal rim job, Jerry again had to pull the turned on, slobbering Mexican away from Cindy’s now soaked ass and send him back to making the hotdogs. For her part, she was now very buzzed, panting heavily and she kind of hated to feel the long tongue leave her puckering, squeezing, violated anus.
She started to get up, but Larry pressed his hand against her back and said, “Stay where you are, baby, there are still a lot more things for you to enjoy before we fuck you.” Other than fucking her, of course, she had no idea what else they had in mind for her, but based on experience, she knew for sure that the debauchery would only get worse.
When they had originally blackmailed her, they had told her, right up front, that she was going to be their whore. It was very apparent by now that they had really meant it. And, damn it all, from the way things had gone so far in this arrangement, the most embarrassing part for her was the fact that she was finding that she really enjoyed it all, in spite of always getting totally blitzed. She had to admit that it was certainly a radical and positive change of pace, after years of missionary position, married sex. Now she found herself just wishing that her sons would show up with some better looking playmates for her to fuck with.
Pancho finally handed each of the boys a well cooked, steaming hotdog, with mustard. While the two brothers bit into the tasty dog, Pancho came out from behind the counter bearing a third, foot long hotdog in his hand, but this one was uncooked. The devilish Mex called out Cindy’s name. She turned her head and he showed her the raw one he had for her.
After giving her a close-up view of it, as he had done with all of the previous dates Jerry and Larry had brought by his store, he moved behind Cindy’s ass and placed one end of the raw frankfurter against the oyster looking pussy lips that were peeking out from the surrounding superb white thigh and ass flesh. The wetback pressed on the other end of the long dog and the three very interested males watched all but an inch of the long, slender, meaty impaler, disappear into the tight channel.
Taking his time, Pancho began running 11 inches of processed weiner in and out of the juicing twat. After many long thrusts, Larry said, “Now stick it up her ass, brown boy.” Pancho quickly did just that and Cindy, still trying to cope with the distressing fact that she was being fucked with a hotdog, now felt the dripping cylinder of miscellaneous meat products, slide almost effortlessly into her anus and begin diddling the tight orifice, making her squirm with unexpected and shameful pleasure.
After a couple of minutes of watching the slippery tube of meat in action, Jerry said, “Damn Pancho, she’s enjoying that dog so much that I think she needs to take on one of your big kielbasa’s to really get her juices flowing and ready for a good fucking. Got one of those things around, Salsa Boy?” “Of course I do, my friend. I always keep some extra large ones on hand for occasions like this. I’ll be right back.” In a minute the sexually demented storekeeper returned with two very fat, foot long kielbasa sausages, a box of condoms and a bottle of olive oil.
Jerry said, “Damn guy, you think of everything.” He grabbed one of the big sausages from the Mexican troll, then he and Pancho fit a condom over each of the large cylinders of firmly packed meat.
Cindy looked back over her shoulder and watched with concern as they prepared the kielbasa to be used on her, as a substitute dildo. Lying there waiting to be skewered, her mind was in real conflict. She was still finding it difficult to believe that she was here like this while, on the other hand, she found that the preliminaries with the hotdog had actually gotten her quite kinky hot. While mulling over this dichotomy, she could do nothing but watch the preparations and wait to be had.
And had she was. Pancho took the over-sized, condom covered sausage he was holding, poured some olive oil on it, then put the condomed head of the super sized Polish dog against the wet lips of the already hot-dogged twat and slowly began working the giant sized wiener into the waiting cuntal channel. When he had about three inches of it in her, he began running it in and out of the slick chute briskly, gradually getting more and more of the processed meat inside of her, with each vigorous thrust.
The thick tube of Polish sausage soon had her pussy oozing, profusely, as her ass cheeks danced in the air, in response to its penetration. Pancho kept using the big, meaty prong to frig her slot until virtually all of it was buried inside of her.
After this gross, demeaning impaling, she found out why Pancho had brought two sausages, when she heard Jerry say, “Well, it’s time to DP her, you lucky damned wetback.” She immediately felt the second condomed and olive oiled sausage get pressed against her anus, then begin its forceful passage into her still tight rear chute.
It wasn’t long before both of her channels were stuffed completely full of kielbasa, a circumstance that blew her super heroine mind. She wasn’t sure what caused her to climax the first time; the friction of the twin, rubber covered sausages fucking her, or the mind boggling realization that she was being turned on and double ravished by thick, foot long Polish wieners. Whichever it was, she began wallowing on top of the dirty potatoes, rubbing her bare breasts into them, wildly and groaning passionately as her body shuddered with a long deep climax; one that she didn’t think was ever going to end.
Her body finally did stop shaking, at least until Pancho removed the sausage from her ass and replaced it with his tongue, which she was now absolutely sure must be six inches long. She looked up at Larry and begged, “Please make him stop, he’s driving me crazy.” Larry grabbed a handful of coal black hair, took the sausage that had just come out of her anal channel, from Pancho’s hand, then stuck it in her mouth to shut her up, as Pancho’s extra long slithering oral weapon dove deep into her anal passage and soon triggered a second climax that was even bigger than the first.
As her body heaved with passion, she heard Jerry say, “Okay, Pancho, it’s time for Larry and me to saddle up and fuck this slut. Let’s get her up and take her back to your restroom, so that we have a nice cozy place where we can use the walls to get some extra leverage and really put the meat to her.”
Without even removing the edible dildos that were sticking out of her mouth and cunt, they stood her up, finished pulling her tights down and off, then half dragged her to the rear of the grocery store and pushed her into the Men’s Room; a well used, reeking slop hole that showed the littered results of several hours of use as the store’s only crapper.
Larry wedged himself into the tight quarters, put the toilet seat down, wiped it off with a paper towel, dropped his pants and sat on the lidded throne. Jerry awarded Pancho the honor of removing the organic dildos that were still buried in Cindy’s molested orifices, a task that Pancho performed with a particularly dramatic Spanish flair.
When she was un-sausaged, Jerry turned her around so that her back was to the seated Larry, helped her lower her anus down onto Larry’s stiff peckerhead, then watched the whole length of the prick’s thick shaft slide up into her back channel. The broad spear of male meat further stretched the olive oiled chute, the extreme pressure of the abrupt entry causing Cindy’s eyes to close as it brought a long, loud groan from the well violated shaftee.
When her anal passage was fully cocked, Larry pulled her back against his chest, reached down and hooked his hands behind each of her knees, then pulled her legs up, spreading her lush thighs, completely exposing the puffy lipped entrance to her vagina.
Jerry then slid himself over until he was standing between her perfectly shaped, wide spread thighs. He dropped his pants, pressed his heels against the wall behind him, then leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall behind Larry’s head and said, “Put it in, Cindy.” Her eyes clouded with sex, she grasped his thick tool and guided its head against her pussy lips, then watched a few extra strong thrusts of Jerry’s hips plant his very thick, 9 inch prick into her juicy honey pot, ball deep as her mouth opened wider and wider, as she took each challenging inch.
Their delicious victim now doubly impaled, the two imbedded penises started ravaging her stretched, slippery holes, as a boisterous, nasty, noisy, reaming rut began. “God damn, Pancho, you really got our new bitch all heated up with those dogs of yours,” Jerry groaned. “Boy, you’re not kidding, her asshole feels like pure velvet,” Larry chimed in, as the twin cocks ripped into her trapped lower orifices causing her to let out a continuous series of “Uh, uh, uh, uh’s,” as they stabbed her hard and deep.
Pancho moved inside the tiny room and closed the door behind him, then watched the X-rated action, from literally a few inches away. It was the ruttingest, dirtiest sex show he’d ever beheld, as both boys pressed their feet and hands against the close set walls and used them to gain maximum leverage during their assault on their squeeze’s splendid body.
The white goddess’s face was alive with eroticism and he watched in amazement as the Anglo bitch’s magnificent body bobbed up and down on Larry’s rigid member, getting her ass totally reamed out, while Jerry was frontally attacking her wide open, oozing, grasping cunt, with gusto. To the sound of front and back fleshy splats, the bimbo’s tits bounced wildly, nipples standing at full attention, the strip of flesh between her cunt and anus being viciously twisted in all directions, as the twin dongs kept disappearing into her stretched holes.
Pancho was in awe at how this gorgeous, raven haired bimbo could take it and how good she looked getting the hell fucked out of her. He watched the voluptuous beauty’s eyes glaze over with sexual passion, her mouth wide open with her tongue hanging slackly out of it, dripping drool onto her tits.
Pancho could take it no longer, so he leaned his head in from the side, captured her loose tongue in his mouth and started sucking it. It took only a few seconds for this triple action sex, to send Cindy off like a skyrocket and her cunt squirted a climax out around the thick shaft of Jerry’s cock, the thick cream flowing down onto Larry’s balls and then finally pooling on the toilet seat below him.
While Jerry took one hand off of the back wall and hooked it around the back of Cindy’s neck to get added leverage, Pancho grabbed a tit in each hand and stuck the closest one in his mouth and sucked it, as the three of them proceeded to send their helpless sex toy over the edge, opening her up completely.
Cindy was now issuing the muffled moans of a pure slut. She gave up any efforts to help them ravish her and just relaxed and let herself get completely plundered and debauched. Total submission having been surrendered, she began a series of almost endless climaxes, as she fell into total sluttery. Pancho shifted his attack and stuck his tongue back in her mouth and she moaning passionately around the diabolical Mex’s long tongue that was now seemingly half way down her throat.
Knowing that their mother had been driven completely out of control, the twins increased the intensity of their assault on her twin pleasure chutes and held off their climaxes as long as they possibly could, while they and Pancho took her body and her mind into the depths of whorish depravity.
Finally, the sex drunk Cindy felt the two swollen, thrusting dongs explode inside of her, side by side, lower channels and thought that she was going to pass out from the intensity of this ultimate of hosings. She didn’t though and helplessly experienced it all, while the boys finished emptying themselves into her.
After a minute of rest, the twins heard Pancho’s voice beg, “Please senors, let me fuck her.” Jerry got off of Cindy, reached down and helped her to her feet as they all heard Larry’s cock wetly suction itself out of her gaped anus. Larry climbed out from under her and Jerry lowered her body back down until her ass was sitting on the very slick toilet lid. He looked at Pancho and said, “We can’t let you fuck our main squeeze, man, but we will let her jack you off.”
Pancho, pleased to be provided with the use of any part of this magnificent white goddess’s body to relieve himself, exchanged places with Jerry and put his surprisingly large cock right in front of her face. Cindy, still in a sexual daze, heard Jerry say, “Jack him off, babe.” She did what she was told, first running a hand between her legs, wetting it with cum, then grasping the shaft and lubricated it, before she began seriously jacking on it.
Knowing that, in Pancho’s condition, the hand job wasn’t going to take very long, Jerry said, “Do you want to shoot it in her face or on her tits, wetback?” “Face,” replied the intensely sweating miniature Mexican. Jerry said, “You heard him Cindy, put your face in front of his cock and point his pistol right between your eyes.” She did, just in time to see it erupt and send a thick stream of Mexican cum, right on target. She didn’t even have time to close her eyes and had to watch and feel the creamy spunk drill its target and splatter all over her face.
She was amazed that such a small man could produce so much cum and when the final creamy issue dripped out of the jerking shaft, onto her tits, her face was half covered with the near dwarf’s jism. The gasping, gratified Pancho, quickly reached a hand out and grabbed a fist full of ebony hair, then took his other hand and used it to rub his cum splatter all over her face. When her face was evenly layered with his spunk, he put his slimy hand down onto her tits and wiped it off on them, repeating the process several times until the enormous, quivering globes were glistening with his seed.
When he was through with the cum bath, they all piled out of the small, nasty stall, dragging Cindy with them. Pancho grabbed her tights out of the potato bin and held them while she stepped into the leg holes. He pulled the satiny material back up over her superb, oozing lower body and patted them into place, then reached up and tucked her naked, soaked tits back into the bodice of her now dirty, pale green tennis dress.
They all walked outside and the three visitors, having forgotten all about the food they came there to buy, piled into their vehicle and waived goodbye to the leering little Mexican, as they heard him say, “Be sure and bring her back again soon, especially when it’s time for me to get to fuck her, amigos.”
As they drove home, Cindy decided that she would talk seriously to her sister, Mona, about getting started as a super heroine crime fighter. She fully understood how dangerous a job that it would be, with all of the physical and sexual demands it entailed, but, damn, she thought, it couldn’t be much more demanding that what the boys were putting her through, already. In fact, the way things had been going, she might be safer with the criminals.
Besides, the boys had brought out the darker side of her sexuality and she was finding that she rather enjoyed being wantonly promiscuous. Correction! She was crazy about it. Her future now perfectly clear, she squeezed the two cocks that were in her hands and smiled, saying to the twins, “Want to fuck some more when we get home?”
SUNDAY MORNING:
-
FOOTBALL AWARDS AND THE RULES OF
The next morning,
Cindy let the boys sleep in. They had recently
been elected as this year’s best offensive and defensive players in California
high school football, in spite of the fact that they were both only
freshman. As a result, the pair were
going to
The Governor’s awards event was not just limited to football. There were many awards handed out recognizing the outstanding accomplishments of Californians from all walks of life. When the boys had received a copy of the program a couple of weeks ago, they had been particularly interested in the fact that a super heroine named Red Ryder was also attending the ceremonies; in her case, to receive an award for single-handedly capturing one of the most vicious criminal gangs in California history.
After looking at the program, they had cut her picture out of it and tossed the program aside and had immediately forgotten what the super heroine was getting an award for, but couldn’t get out of their minds the vision of the gorgeous masked woman with the astounding body and how small and tight the costume was that she had it packed in to.
Cindy had, of course, been very proud of their having received this recognition for their football exploits and had been even further surprised and pleased when she received a call from the Governor’s office advising her that the State’s Chief Executive wanted to have a special private dinner with the twins, after the awards event was over. The Governor’s aide had asked that the boys call him back and confirm that they would be able to attend the dinner.
Unknown to Cindy, the wily, manipulative Governor had an ulterior motive for going out of his way to take the two young high school footballers to dinner tonight. Jerry was a superbly athletic, smooth operating, heady quarterback, who had led his team to the State Championship and could already throw the ball more than eighty yards in the air, with pinpoint accuracy. Larry, on the other hand, was a human wrecking ball of a linebacker, who ran the 40 in 4.1 and literally blew up ball carriers when he tackled them. He was agile, mobile and hostile and, at this point in his growth, development and savageness of play, performed like the next coming of Dick Butkus. Both of the half Amazon boys were already can’t miss college football stars.
The Governor just
happened to be a distinguished graduate of the
When Cindy had told them about the call from the Governor’s office, the boys had been rather blasé about the honor of having dinner with him. But, at Cindy’s stern insistence, they marched dutifully up to Jerry’s room to return the call and confirm that they would accept the invitation. They might fuck their mother, but they knew better than to fuck with her, in all non-fuck related matters.
By the time they had gotten to Jerry’s room, they had mutually made up their minds to take the bull by the horns and ask if the Governor could make arrangements to have the super heroine, Red Ryder, attend their dinner party, too.
The Governor’s aide had been surprised by their bold, outrageous request, but reluctantly agreed to talk to Governor Phillips about it. When he told his boss what the boys had requested, the seasoned and sly politician smiled knowingly and told the aide to get the San Diego Mayor on the line.
When the call went through, the Governor picked up the phone and said, “Hey, Mike, you old reprobate, how’s it hanging.” “At about half mast, most of the time, Gov. Fucked any fresh stuff lately, yourself,” the Mayor responded with a guffaw. “Not nearly enough, you Irish bastard,” Phillips retorted.
“By the way, speaking of sex, is that super heroine you are sending up here to receive my award, as fantastic looking as her pictures,” he asked? “Shit, Phil, the pictures don’t do her justice. She is one of the finest looking females I have ever seen, anywhere. The bitch is loaded with absolutely everything a man could possibly hope for, and doesn’t mind having it used at all,” Mike assured him.
“Damn, I was
hoping you’d say that. I’ve got a favor
to ask of you, my friend, as one fellow USC alumnus to another. I want your super heroine to attend a private
dinner party I am throwing for a couple of your star
“Those two all star studs from your area are such great players that I have decided to take this opportunity to start the ball rolling to get them to commit to play football for our alma mater. When I sent word to them, inviting them to have dinner with me, the two horny bastards responded to my staff with a request that I invite your super heroine to attend the dinner, too.”
“Based on their request, my guess is that the flat bellied, young hound dogs have really got the hots to get in Red Ryder’s tights. Therefore, I am positive that, if I can facilitate it so that she lets them fuck her tonight, they will be more than happy to sign a commitment letter to play for USC. So how about doing me and your old alma mater a favor by telling that beautiful broad to attend my dinner party and be real, real nice to the two young hotshots and let them fuck her brains out, if that is what they want to do to her. Will you do that for your buddy, the Gov, as well as for the good of old USC. I’ve seen these two young studs play and the fuckers will bring us another two or three national championship, I guarantee it.”
“Shit, Phil, you really know how to put the arm on a guy. So you’re asking me to tell an award winning super heroine to pussy whip these two young studs for the good of our college,” Mike questioned? “Well, that’s putting it kind of cold, Mike. Let’s just say that I’d like you to encourage her to be a dedicated supporter of our football team. Hell you know that most broads would jump at the chance to have sex with a real live football star and, hell, I’m offering her two of them to fuck. Just tell her firmly that we would both appreciate it if she’d spread her legs and help old USC out in this time of dire need. You know, take two for the team.”
“Okay you rotten
old bastard, I’ll take care of it. And I
suppose that you want a piece of her too, while she’s there,” Mike asked, with
a chuckle. “Shit, my friend, you read my
mind,” the Governor laughed, “and if fucking that fabulous looking young cunt
kills me, I want you to give the eulogy at my funeral.” “I’ll be glad too, you asshole, and if she
does fuck you to death, be assured that I’ll get myself appointed to take your
place in
- GIVING YOUR ALL FOR USC / LEARNING HOW TO RECRUIT FOOTBALL PLAYERS:
While the boys were sleeping in, Cindy packed their suitcases with the spiffy new clothes she had bought for them, so they would look their best when they received their trophies. When she was through, she showered and dressed in some very tight, low cut, faded jeans, a tight halter top and stiletto heeled, knee high boots. Then she got the boys up, fed them lunch and finished making sure that they had everything and weren’t leaving anything important behind, besides her.
The limo arrived
ahead of time, so she ushered the driver inside and had him take the boys bags
out and put them in the trunk. The
driver did as he was told, but moved very clumsily because he couldn’t take his
eyes off of what he was seeing. This
fabulous looking woman had introduced herself to him as the mother of the two
football players he was here to take to
He had transported many models and movie stars during the past few years, but he had never seen anything that looked quite like this. The mother was a stone cold fox. Her tits were enormous and her faded jeans looked like they had been painted on her incredible lower body. Looking at her, as he talked to her, his mouth got so dry that he could hardly speak. Hell, he almost shot his wad just watching her walk around in front of him, with that outrageously voluptuous body that was topped by a dazzling, sexy smile that made his balls ache.
The boys eventually came bouncing out of the house, kissed their mother goodbye and piled into the back of the stretch vehicle. The driver reluctantly got in and pulled the limo out of the driveway, as the boys waived at their spectacular mother and then they, and the limo driver, watched her stunning figure gradually disappear behind them, all three of the limo occupants thinking the same X-rated thoughts about that marvelous, statuesque shape they were driving away from.
At the exact same time, down at City Hall, Red Ryder came out of Mayor Mike’s office wearing a USC Official Football Booster Badge pinned to a very large breast and went into an adjoining private room to wait for a city limo to come and pick her up and drive her to L.A., to attend the Governor’s Good Citizenship Award ceremonies.
When she had gone into Mike’s office a few minutes earlier, she had sat down in a chair across the desk from him and listened to him explain to her that he and the Governor were both graduates of USC and that they were awarding her the honor of becoming a member of the football team’s recruiting booster club, a group dubbed by some local wit, as the school’s horizontal cheer leaders. It was an accurate pun, but USC’s recruiting success couldn’t have been achieved with beautiful female boosters who insisted on remaining vertical when in the presence of talented, very horny young athletes.
It hadn’t taken Mayor Mike long to find out that his gloriously stacked super heroine knew absolutely nothing about USC, or football, or booster clubs. Frustrated at her ignorance of these extremely important matters that he and the Governor held sacred, plus being hot from looking at Red Ryder’s sumptuous, lewdly clad body, the Mayor resorted to his fall back method of explaining things to his over-sexed protégé. He had her come around his desk, get on her knees, between his wide spread thighs, then pushed her head down onto his cock, so that all she could do was eat meat and listen to the instructions he had for her.
While she licked his balls and sucked cock, he explained what being a female member of the football recruiting booster club entailed and what an honor it was for said female members to help the University persuade highly sexed, very athletically skilled young student athletes to commit to play football for USC. He then explained to her, in very graphic detail, just what means of persuasion worked best on these impressionable young footballers. That was the only part she fully understood. Beyond that, she just had to take the Mayor’s word for it that her performing sexual favors for the boys USC wanted to recruit, was an almost patriotic duty that she was performing for the University.
Having had the Mayor’s leaking cock rutting her mouth for several minutes, went a long ways towards convincing her that the Mayor was right in his assertion that it was a part of her calling, as a beautiful and voluptuous woman and super heroine, to become a full fledged, working member of the USC football recruiting booster club and service whichever cocks she was assigned by he or the Governor. The final thing that convinced her to be a dedicated, true believer in USC’s noble cause, was Mike dumping his cum load down her gulping throat.
When she had finished swallowing the last of the Mayor’s spunk and was licking her foamy lips, now fully ready to do her part for good old USC’s recruiting efforts, the Mayor informed her that she also needed to do him a personal favor and take care of the Governor’s sexual needs tonight, as well. As was usually the case when a man had shot his wad into one of her sexual pleasure openings, she became completely amenable to doing anything he wanted her to do, so she nodded her head agreeably and was more than hot to trot and take care of anyone the Governor wanted her too.
Her waiting room
thoughts were interrupted when a crusty old driver came in and picked up her
bags, then led her down to his vehicle.
The uniformed chauffer put the bags in the trunk, her in the back seat,
then got in and adjusted his rear view mirror so that it was aimed directly at
her body. He then proceeded to spend a
pleasant hour driving to
- THE PUBLIC CEREMONY / CHRIST, IT’S THEM:
Red Ryder, being relentlessly pursued by the paparazzi, was picked up at her hotel and driven to the Convention Center, then whisked inside to the popping of seemingly a million flash bulbs. Once inside she had dozens of microphones shoved in her face by the legitimate press and she patiently answered all of their stupid, inane questions, until a Governor’s aide finally came to her rescue and led her away to the Green Room, where the other award winners were already congregated.
Flushed with excitement, she was ushered inside. Since she was already a real celebrity, the others all wanted to be introduced to her. To facilitate this, they formed a line and she began working her way through it, shaking their hands and kissing them on the cheek as she passed by.
About three quarters of the way down the line, as she went from one person to the next, the Governor’s aide said, “Red Ryder, these are our two high school football award winners.” She moved in front of the next waiting figures, raised her eyes and found herself looking up at two tall, handsome, ruggedly built young men. A look of shock instantly flashed across her face, under her mask, as she recognized them as being her two young cousins.
She was so taken aback by the sight of them that, fortunately, she was temporarily rendered speechless. As she moved her mouth, but couldn’t speak, it dawned on her that, although she knew who they were, they didn’t know who she was. Partial relief flowed through her, at the thought, as she shook their hands and kissed them each on the cheek, swallowing hard as she felt their familiar hands on her waist. Then a second shock went through her as she immediately realized that Jerry and Larry were undoubtedly the football recruits she had committed to have sex with later on tonight. She felt like she was going to faint.
In a daze, she moved on through the rest of the line, her mind in a state of panic as she tried to think of a way to get out of this terrible situation. She knew that, if she couldn’t think of a plausible excuse to flee, she was soon going to end up having incestuous sex with her cousins. If that happened, they would never know it because of her super heroine disguise, but she would and she felt terrible about it.
When she finally got to the end of the line, the Governor burst into the room and immediately sought her out. He kissed her warmly, then slipped an arm around her waist and led her back over to Jerry and Larry. When they were face to face with the twins, he said, “Honey, these are the boys who insisted that I invite you to have dinner with us tonight.”
She stammered, “Yes, Governor Phillips, I just met them.” “Great,” Phillips exclaimed. “Well, boys, I want you to know that you are not only going to get to have dinner with this lovely woman tonight, she has also just agreed to become a new member of our USC football recruiting booster club. In that capacity, she will be assisting me tonight in trying to persuade you two all stars to attend USC to play football, after you graduate from high school.” He slapped Larry on the back and said, ”You crazy bastard, I’ve seen you play and you would be the starting middle linebacker at USC right now, if you were in college. You are a fucking beast, son.”
Then he winked at them and said, “Drop dead gorgeous boosters like this one are dedicated to being very persuasive with young studs like you two and, as you can see, she has got a lot of assets to be persuasive with.” “Jerry said, with a broad leer, “Yeah, Governor Phillips, we have certainly noticed that.” The very pleased Governor smiled and went on, “Well it is time to get this award show on the road. I don’t want it to take too much time away from our dinner tonight.”
As he spoke, one of his aide’s came over and grabbed Red Ryder by the arm and led her away to give another television interview. The three impressed, drooling males stood and watched the super heroine’s ass cheeks dance enticingly as she undulated away from them. Finally, the Governor turned to them, shaking his head in near disbelief and said, “Damn what a sight. Something to really look forward to getting our hands on later, uh boys?”
“By the way, just in case you boys don’t know what the real job of a USC female booster is, they fuck any football recruit I tell them too. And since you put in that special request that she attend the dinner with us, she has been told to fuck you two as USC’s first goodwill gesture, before we formally offer you boys a football scholarship. I am positive that you guys will look as good on the football field, playing for the Trojans, as you are going to look later tonight getting into our new boosters box of goodies. I’ll see you young fornicators later.”
When he’d left, Jerry turned to Larry and said, “Shit man, I think he just convinced me to be a Trojan. How about you?” Larry responded, “Are you kidding, hell I’m in. But lets play hard to get tonight, cause I want to experience all the persuading that the super heroine and that body of hers have to offer.”
Meanwhile, Red Ryder had finished the television interview, so the Governor grabbed her, took her aside and said, “Baby, those two young studs are goggle eyed over you, so I told them that you were going to do everything you could tonight, to get them to commit to becoming Trojans and they are as fired up as hell about it. So baby, I’m counting on you to give them all you’ve got later and make sure that you land those two guaranteed All-Americans for us.”
Giving her tits a quick squeeze, he said, “After talking to your Mayor today, and now seeing you in person, there is no question that you are the right woman for this recruiting job.” He smacked her on the ass again, saying, “And I’m looking forward to enjoying some of your action myself, tonight. I’m sure that the boys won’t mind sharing your booty with me and watching their old Governor put the meat to you.” He winked at her lewdly as he walked away.
She shuddered and shook her head in disbelief. She had already concluded that there was absolutely no way out of this dilemma. Now the only positive thing she had to comfort herself with was the fact that the boys wouldn’t know it was their cousin, Red Ryder’s alter ego, Margie, who was functioning as an unpaid whore for them. Knowing that they would never know that it was her they were fucking wasn’t much consolation, but it was all she had, at the moment.
Then she thought about the sleazy, corrupt Governor. Besides being faced with committing incest she knew that his ugly looks were going to compound the problem. Hell, just the touch of his sweaty hands on her body had made her queasy. Oh well, the first cum load should intoxicate her enough to he able to handle that problem. Damn, if she spent much more time around these crooked politicians, they were going to make a real whore out of her.
As she stood lost in thought about what she was soon going to be doing, the Governor’s aide rounded everyone up and started herding them out to take their seats on the stage. She felt two familiar arms wrap themselves around her waist as her cousin’s moved in and flanked her moved her forward with the others. Soon she would be getting a prize, then she was going to be the prize. She sighed in resignation and let herself be propelled forward by the two football stars.
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