Passion

The bar finally calmed as night slowly became dawn. The evening had been rowdy because the men had not received liberty in two weeks because of the holiday that had overtaken the city. Each legionary was to be given one day's liberty over this weekend and Dismas and Gestas had a firm plan that involved a lot of wine and hopefully a prostitute if they could find the money.

The two Roman soldiers were auxiliaries and were not paid a soldier's wage. They were born in neighboring Syria in the city of Tyre. Both orphans, their only hope for a better life laid in the legions and the promise of Roman citizenship at the end of decades of service.

Gestas set his elbows on the bar and buried his face in his hand, released a loud yawn, and turned to Dismas, "Come on. Let's go find a girl and get back to the barracks. I'm tired."

Dismas laughed; wine slurred his speech, "We can't even afford a boy."

Gestas belched, "Let's go down to the tent camps outside of the walls and have our pick of whatever we want. I hear this Jewish cunny's supposed to stay intact..."

The bartender slammed a cup down on the table, "You two will pay and you will leave now. I want no more of you two in my inn every again! I will tell your centurion -"

Gestas exploded into action like a wildcat. He jumped up and drew his short sword from the scabbard, deftly placing it under the bartender's chin in one smooth motion, "And with what will you tell him, Jew? Your old mouth or the new one I'm going to cut in your throat?"

Dismas lurched over the bar and pointed at the floor, chortling drunkenly, "Look Ges, he's pissing himself!" Both men laughed as a small dark puddle developed at the bartender's feet on the earthen floor.

Defusing a possibly lethal situation, the door to the tavern suddenly opened. A dark skinned man of Semitic descent, well-dressed in a fine, black silken tunic with gold embroidery and a floor length skirt, entered the building. This bar was a frequent for off-duty legionaries and a local entering was odd enough. That such a fine-dressed local would enter such a place was unheard of. Three sets of eyes turned to the door as the official-looking man made his way into the tavern.

The bar hung deathly still for a moment as the well-dressed man quietly surveyed the scene with eyes ringed with dark make-up. His soft, ruby-colored lips slowly parted, and an airy, effeminate voice cracked the tension, "You, legionaries, are with the second torture detachment to the 12th Legion Fulminata, are you not - ?"

The sound of oiled metal rubbing against metal echoed around the common room of the tavern as Dismas released his sword, dropping his scabbard to the ground, "I think we found our entertainment for the evening. Deal with the barman quietly and I will subdue the nancy -"

The official-looking man held up a soft, smooth hand with well-manicured nails in a gesture of peace, "Hold legionaries. My people know I am here and that I search for you. My master has need of men with your unique skill set."

Dismas scoffed, "And who is your master, nancy?"

The well-dressed man pursed his lips, "Yosef bar Kayafa, High Priest of the Temple."

Dismas and Gestas glanced at each other quickly and nodded. Dismas bent over to pick up his scabbard, and Gestas lowered his sword and slowly backed off from the terrified innkeeper.

The Temple Ordinator tossed a small sack of coins at the legionaries' feet, "Ten denari just to hear his offer, another twenty upon completion."

The legionaries took the sack of coins and grabbed their kits from under their stools, sliding the mailed tunics over their heads and buckling on their sword belts. They placed their helmets on their head as Dismas grabbed two jugs of grain spirits from under the counter and Gestas grabbed as many sacks of wine as he could carry under an arm from off of the wall behind the bar.

Before following the Ordinator out the door, Gestas sneered at the bartender and grabbed the cup he had slammed down earlier; a small, flute-less, rough ceramic bowl about the size of a grown man's hand, "A proper Roman only drinks from a proper cup, barbarian."

*****

The three men made their way through the meandering alleys of first century Jerusalem as dawn slowly crept over the city. The morning quiet was a welcome relief to a city that had been overburdened with travelers for weeks in preparation for the local holiday. No one paid any attention to the three men as they crept into a hidden entrance to the catacombs below the Temple Mount.

*****

The dark, torchlight rough stone tunnels opened into a shallow cavern of sorts lit by two floor braziers at the tunnel entryway. Metal shackles adorned the ceiling of the room and two nude figures were held suspended by their arms over their heads with their toes a few inches from the ground. The first, a man, had been obviously mistreated with one eye already swollen closed, probably from resistance during his capture. The second, a woman barely more than a girl, with small budding breasts that could be cupped in a grown man's hand and dark puffy erect nipples that glowed with recent abuse, sobbed quietly, her downcast faced stained with tears. Her long black hair fell below her waist and partially covered her stained face and only small tufts of black curls adorned her underarms and pelvic mound, providing recent evidence of her adolescence. A table at the side of the entrance was piled with all manners of wicked knives and whips, a worn whetstone and dark stains provided testament to their frequent use.

The Temple Ordinator, who had revealed himself as Yoel bar Lev during their journey through the city, lifted a lazy finger in the direction of the captive man, and his statement was accompanied by an ear-piercing wail from the young woman, "We need this man scourged and publicly crucified."

Dismas snorted, "Are you addled? You want us to hang him on the crosses in the market? We'll be hanging with him before the day's out!"

Yoel waved his hand dismissively, "The temple doesn't care where you hang him, so long as he will be seen. Do it outside of the city if you wish. The city gates open in three hours. You have plenty of time to put him on a cross and sneak away before the morning merchant traffic and the pilgrims can see him."

Gestas frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, "If you want him crucified, then hang him from a cross yourself. Rome isn't some lapdog to a provincial god that dishonors the Emperor."

Yoel set a larger, second bag of coins on the edge of the table, "It must looked like Rome did it. We want to lend his heresy no more credence by martyring him."

Dismas laughed and took a swig from one of the wine bladders, "Why would Rome give a grain of salt about Jewish blasphemy?"

Yoel slammed his dainty fist against the tunnel way and raised his nasal voice, "I don't care! Say he tried to overthrow Herod Antipas! Hang a bloody sign from his neck proclaiming him King of the Jews! Just get it done - !"

Gestas interrupted Yoel's rant and motioned toward the second captive, "Who's the girl?"

"Some whore we found him coupling with in the bushes at Gethsemane," Yoel sneered.

The captive man spoke in Aramaic through swollen lips, "She's my wife and my favor-"

Yoel stamped his foot and shrieked at the top of his voice to drown out the captive, "NOT ACCORDING TO THE TEMPLE! SHE'S NO HONEST WOMAN AND YOU ARE NO RABBI! YOU ARE A HERETIC, AND AN ADULTERER, AND A HOMOSEXUAL -"

"ENOUGH!" roared Gestas, "Give us the girl and we'll do the deed."

Yoel nodded his ascent, "Fine. We don't care about the girl, anyways. I wash my hands of this whole affair."

"Not so fast," Gestas grinned, "How many times do you want him scourged? Five, ten?"

Yoel's eyes narrowed, "Forty."

"What?!," exclaimed Dismas, "Forty's a death sentence by Roman law! He'll be dead long before he hangs from the cross."

"Thirty-nine, then!" Yoel shouted as he stormed out of the cavern.

*****

The fiery spirit burned as Dismas poured it down his throat, "Fine Ges, you can have the girl first, but save her cunny for me. You get her ass. I'll do the first twenty lashes and then we'll switch."

Gestas pulled off his mailed tunic and tossed it aside, "Agreed."

Dismas moved over to the table of assorted implements of torture and selected a wooden-handled scourge with eight three foot long straps of leather, tied off with jagged shards of bronze in their ends. The young woman howled in terrified, broken Latin, "Why you do these things? We no harm you or your Caesar-God! Let us leave in peace or your soul be damned!"

The captive man softly mumbled in Aramaic, "Do not give them the pleasure, my love. You have been called for this purpose, and I shall suffer as you suffer. We shall leave an example for those who follow us; we who have committed no sin, nor has any deceit escaped our mouths. While being reviled, we shall not revile in return; and while suffering, we shall utter no threats. We shall entrust ourselves to God who judges righteously."

Gestas untied the drawstring of his trousers and stroked his half-erect cock with one hand as his other hand lifted the sobbing girl's face to his own. Her lower lip quivered in fear, but her eyes betrayed a steely resolve as Gestas brushed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered in his native Aramaic, "We do it because we can."

The captive man looked up at the sound of his captors' use of his native tongue, "We are brothers. Release your rage on me, but leave your sister in peace."

Gestas balled up his fist and slammed it into the captive man's already abused jaw and barked in Latin, "I do this because my wife and my children will be Roman - unlike you, Rex. They will never fear rape and murder at the hands of a Syrian!"

Recovered and blinking back the pain, the captive man turned his head to the young woman and mumbled in Aramaic, "Forgive them, Mary. They know not that which they do," as the first lash from Dismas' scourge flung him forward against his chains and tore into his back.

"Do we deserve your mercy, Rex?!" Gestas screamed.

Dismas flogged the captive man repeatedly; each lash borne stoically by the captive man and each lash accompanied by a horrified shriek of empathy from the captive girl. Gestas continued stroking his cock as it grew harder, shouting with each lash, "Where's your God now, Rex?!"

All four people were covered in blood and gore when Dismas stopped the beating at ten lashes to rub his sore shoulder and take off his mail. The captive man faded in and out of consciousness as his toes touched the ground for the first time in hours as his torso elongated because of his torn open, eviscerated back muscles. His whole body quivered reflexively in shock as the captive girl choked for air through her sobs.

Gestas approached the rear of the flogged man and rubbed his erect penis in the ichor that just a few moments before was the captive man's lateral dorsal muscles. Gestas grabbed the quasi-conscious man by the back of the hair and whispered in his ear in Aramaic, "Lube. For courtesy. Romans are always polite."

Gestas turned to the terrified, suspended girl. She wriggled, trying to back away, and her legs kicked feebly in the air searching for purchase on the ground below. Gestas wrapped his burly arms, toned and muscled by countless hours of training in sword-and-shield-play and spear-throwing, around her delicate waist that was just blossoming into the curves of womanhood. The captive girl's body was lean and toned, as if accustomed to frequent exercise, but it wasn't hardened as if to suggest she regularly engaged in common labor. Her smooth, Mediterranean-colored skin still had the silkiness of a child and suggested that this young woman enjoyed a healthy diet and that she knew little of want.

She clenched her lips tightly closed as Gestas leaned forward and brushed his rough, wind and wine dried lips against her soft, tensed lips. Gestas thought he could taste a hint of olives, suggesting how the loving couple had spent their final evening together.

Gestas heard Dismas laugh and quickly run over to the side of the room for some unknown reason. He turned to see his friend running back to the unconscious, suspended man with the cup they had taken from the bar in his hands. The captive man had released his bowels and a steady flow of urine dribbled from his penis. Dismas placed the cup on the ground under the stream of urine laughing hysterically, "We made two people piss themselves today!"

Gestas joined in the laughter as Dismas picked up the cup overflowing with urine and walked over to the suspended girl. Holding the cup with one hand, he instructed Gestas to hold her legs steady, and plugged her nose with his other hand. After a few moments, as the girl's face started to turn blue, she rapidly gulped for air with her mouth and Dismas tossed the mix of urine and blood into her oxygen-starved mouth. The restrained girl choked and gagged on the foul mix as Dismas slapped her open-handedly across the face, "If my friend wants to kiss you, you kiss him back - understand?"

Gestas nodded his thanks to his friend and returned his attention to the girl choking on her dying lover's bodily fluids.

Gestas turned the girl on her rotating manacles to face her beaten, dying lover. Gestas grabbed the base of his bloody, ichor-covered cock and placed the head at the entrance to her rectum before instructing Dismas to continue with the flogging. Gestas wrapped his other hand around on her stomach and violently invaded her anus in a single thrust in time with the first renewed lash from his compatriot's scourge.

Gestas placed his face next to hers and barked in her ear, "Open your eyes and watch or we'll stop and I'll cut off your eyelids."

The shackled girl moaned piteously and continuously, choking for air through her pained wailing, as she was forced to watch her husband be beaten to death by Dismas and his wicked scourge as Gestas savagely plowed her ass with his hard, throbbing cock.

"That's twenty. Your turn. Finish him off," Dismas mumbled quietly as he lowered his whip and rubbed his sore shoulder again.

"Ahhhh. Come on, Dis," moaned Gestas, "I'm not done yet."

Dismas dropped the whip to the ground and surveyed his handiwork on the unconscious man. The violent twitching had mostly subsided, and the captive man was clearly never going to regain consciousness naturally. Broken rib bones and pieces of his spine stood exposed. Dismas walked over to the stash of liquor and grabbed a sack of wine, finishing the whole bladder in almost a single drink.

Gestas withdrew his filthy penis from the girl's gaping, abused anus and reached up and unhooked the manacles from the ceiling chain, allowing the girl to fall unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands were still shackled above her head, but the relief to her swollen, dislocated shoulders was palpable in the first, mildly pleasant, sigh she had uttered in hours.

Gestas walked over to Dismas, grabbed his own wine-sack and took a heavy drought, "It's no fun beating a corpse, Dis."

Dismas smirked, "What can I say? I'm a professional."

Gestas grinned and let his eyes roam over the table. He found a bronze circlet and tossed it into one of the coal braziers before rejoining his friend for another skin of wine.

Dismas finished his second bladder and said, "I think I'm going to go to the quartermaster and see if I can get the wood, the hammer, and the nails we'll need. You bring the body and let's meet up in that shady grove near the hill of Calvary outside the walls."

Gestas frowned, "Oh come on! You made me pull out of the tightest ass I've ever had and you're not even gonna get a piece of that cunny? I'll bet it'll choke the life out of your cock!"

Dismas chortled and held up the empty wine skin, "I think Dionysus has already cursed my cock today. There'll be plenty left of her when we get back."

Gestas picked up a set of tongs from the table and shook his head, "Alright, but I can't promise you'll get first chance at it, brother."

Dismas smiled, "Fair enough," as he left the cavern. Gestas picked up the red-hot circlet from the brazier and walked over to the unconscious, suspended man. He placed the burning crown onto his head and the unconscious, dying man was ripped violently awake to issue a blank stare into the face of his tormentor, "Welcome back, Rex."

Blood and bile oozed from the dying man's mouth as his childish lover tried to scramble to her feet to protect him. Gestas slammed his meaty fist into her face and knocked her to the floor. His heavy iron boots rained punishment as she tried feebly to protect her coiled abdomen. The high-pitched sounds of cracking ribs augmented the piteous, pain-filled shrieks from her mouth.

Having subdued the woman, Gestas returned quickly to his original quarry, worried that the captive man had already returned to unconsciousness, "Oh no! Not so fast, Rex!"

Gestas scurried behind him and grabbed the base of his still throbbing cock. The copious blood dripping from the remains of the dying man's back made insertion easy as Gestas drove his cock into his anus. Ichor clung to Gestas's chest hair as he rubbed his chiseled chest against the remains of the dying man's back. Gestas reached around and fondled the captive man's genitals and nibbled on his earlobe as he plowed viciously into the man's ass. The smell of burning flesh and hair was intoxicating.

The dying man showed one last surge of life as his heart burst; he gurgled in Aramaic, "Father, into your hands I commend my spirit..."

Gestas roared with ecstasy as he climaxed and filled the dead man's anus with his seed.

*****

Dismas struggled under the weight of two heavy wooden beams, a shovel, and a sack full of tools.

"Blasted...," Dismas dropped his burden and motioned to a nearby man, "You. Jew. What's your name?"

The bystander nervously replied, "Simon, sir."

"Great. Simon," Dismas reached into the coin sack and tossed a denarius at the man, "Carry one of these beams with me."

"Yessir. Thank you, sir."

*****

"Keep digging," growled Gestas.

Simon had dug a hole about two feet deep while Gestas and Dismas had bound the corpse's arms with rope to the crosspiece and nailed the wrists securely to the beam.

Dismas walked over and inspected the hole, "That should be enough. Thank you, Simon. You may go."

Simon nodded his thanks to both men as he brushed the dirt from his trousers. Gestas leapt forward and plunged his sword into the Jew's throat, "No witnesses."

Dismas nodded solemnly as he fished his denarius out of the man's belt pouch. Gestas set the gibbet, a 6 foot vertical piece of wood with an indentation at the top, into the hole Simon had dug.

The two men grunted as they lifted the crossbeam with the corpse nailed to it and dragged it over to the gibbet. They put the beam on their shoulders and lifted it unto the top of gibbet and they secured it with a nail. They came down and nailed the corpse's heels to the sides of the gibbet.

"Now, the sign," said Dismas, "What did the girl say his name was?"

"Ah, Pluto's thorny cock," exclaimed Gestas, "I forgot to ask."

Dismas' eyes widened as he picked up the small board and the charcoal, "Well, what do we put then?"

Gestas grinned, "Just put Rex."

Dismas frowned, "Rex of what? We already have the silver. I don't want Rome getting blamed for this."

Gestas nodded, "Blame Herod. Put 'In the name of the King of Judea'."

Dismas shook his head, "There's not enough room!"

Gestas grimaced, "Abbreviate!"

*****

The men stood back to admire their handiwork momentarily before slinking off into the early dawn shadows.

Dismas sighed heavily and put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Brother. I have this odd feeling that we really screwed up today."

As he said this, the familiar stomp of a cohort of iron boots marching in formation came from the road. Gestas hung his head, "Gods below, I should know better than to hang out with a guy named Dis."

The pair turned to see a centurion accompanied by a host of legionaries and a couple dozen locals who had gathered to see why troops were on the move so early in the morning. Standing next to the centurion was a very familiar and very pissed-off young Jewish girl, dressed in rags, and clutching her side as she limped along trying to keep up with the marching troops, "There they are! That's them!"

"Where are your kits, auxiliaries?" barked the angry centurion.

Mary shook her finger at the two men, "I told you! They left them in that dungeon!"

The centurion waved his hand to silence the angry girl, "Auxiliaries, is what she saying the truth? Will we find your kits in a catacomb under the temple?"

The two men looked quickly at each other, and Gestas suddenly grabbed a pilum from a surprised legionary flanking the centurion and plunged it into the crucified corpse's side, "See! We didn't do anything! He was already dead when we found him!"

The centurion roared in anger, "Seize them!" and pointed at the legionary who had had his spear stolen, "You! Go to the quartermaster and get two more crosses!"

Gestas and Dismas were quickly restrained by the other soldiers and Dismas cried out, "Wait! We're soldiers! I want to appeal to our Prefect!"

"Silence!" bellowed the centurion, "Auxiliary troops don't have the right to appeal. Besides, the closest Prefect is in Damascus with the rest of your legion! We aren't waiting a season for him to pass through on inspection."

The crowd had grown and gathered closer and wanted to see what was happening, so the centurion stepped forward and addressed the crowd, "By the order of the Praefectus Legionis of Legio XII Fulminata, these men have been lawfully convicted of high treason against Augustus Caesar and the Senate and People of Rome. They shall be crucified unto death... uhhh... out here... on this hill... ummmmm... so that ALL may bear witness to the wrath of Caesar!"

The centurion was relieved as the crowd seemed mollified. Mary whispered in his ear, "Very good, sir. With your permission may I take the body of my husband down for proper burial? I wouldn't want him thrown in a common grave..."

The centurion blinked, "Of course. Mighty Caesar expresses regret for the inconvenience."

"Get those two up on crosses and get back to barracks," ordered the centurion as he stalked off to return to his breakfast.

-the end-

My First Fuck Was A Huge Black Cock

Introduction: After Mom and Dad split my mom became a drunken slut and I eventually got involved.

My mom and dad split up a couple of years ago. From what I heard it was about sex. Dad was not man enough to keep Mom happy and after 15 years she eventually got fed up and let him know that he wasn't big enough or good enough and she was sick of faking it so he left. I could hear them fighting, or at least Mom yelling that she had had enough of sucking his cock to get him hard enough so he could fuck her for thirty seconds, blow his load and fall asleep.

Dad had been gone for about six months and Mom was getting frustrated and hard to live with. I could hear her getting herself off at night and looked once and saw her using a huge didlo on herself. She was pounding it fast and deep into her cunt and rubbing her clit with her other hand till she got off. I went back to my room and rubbed myself till I came and fell asleep. I was sixteen then and had started pleasuring myself often although I was still a virgin. Not long after that, Mom started going out several nights a week. She would come home at one or two in the morning drunk and all messed up. Sometimes there was still cum on her face and in her hair and her clothes would be torn. I would lay in my bed and imagine my mom getting fucked hard by some stranger while I rubbed my pussy till I felt good.

After several weeks went by like that Mom finally brought the first stranger home with her. She was so drunk that he had to hold her to keep her from falling. They went straight to her room and for an hour I could hear them fucking. She would be yelling for him to shove that big meat into her. "Fuck me with that man sized cock. Harder. Fuck me harder. My husband had a little wimpy pecker. I want your big cock fucking me." Finally I heard him. "I'm going to come you fucking bar slut. Suck the cum out of my cock and don't spill a fucking drop. Yesssss." A few seconds later, "Come on stud, now eat me. Lick my fuckin' pussy. Bite my clit, chew on it. I'm going to come. Shove that bat back in me while I come on it. Oh shiiiiit yes. Yes."

Things were quiet for several minutes then I heard Mom's door squeak and I saw him walk naked past my partly open door as he went to the bathroom. His cock hung half way to his knee. As he passed by on his way back he was stroking it and it was starting to get hard again. I had seen Dad naked a few times and had seen a few pornos on the computer but I had never seen a cock like that. He went back into Mom's room and I heard him tell her to roll over and lift her ass up in the air. "I'm going to fuck your ass and fill it full. Mom screamed when he shoved it up her rectum but was soon telling him to give it to her. "Fuck my asshole you bull. Get it all in there. Pound my ass. Yeeees!" "I'm ready to come you fucking bitch now turn around and suck me dry." A few minutes later I heard him trying to get my mom to suck him again but she had passed out and he could not get her to come to. He got dressed and left. I got myself off for the third time that night and went to sleep. It was about 3 am.

The next morning Mom called me for breakfast. She looked like hell and was dragging around the kitchen but neither one of us said anything about the night before.

Mom started going out three of four times a week and always bringing home men for the same kind of night. She was always drunk and loud and I always rubbed myself to completion while listening to her get fucked in every way your could think of. More and more often the guy or guys would be black. I heard her say that blacks usually had the biggest cocks and she loved big cocks, the bigger the better. She frequently wound up passed out and the guys would leave her in a bed drenched with cum. Some times there were two at the same time and I could hear them talking about all the things they were doing. She loved having cocks pounding any two of her holes at the same time. One time I heard the two guys saying that she had passed out. They agreed to piss all over her and leave. The next morning I could smell the urine.

She finally acknowledged that I knew what she was doing. She apologized but said that she was having the time of her life and intended to keep doing it so I should just not worry about it. After that the man or men would sometimes still be there for breakfast the next morning. Some would give me a real good looking over and make some sexy wise cracks but Mom never let them touch me.

I had had my seventeenth birthday by now. Thru all of this I had kept my virginity although I was starting to let some of the guys at school get pretty friendly and even finger fuck me. I gave one blowjob to the quarterback of the football team but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to fuck me but I said no and he moved on to another girl.

One night Mom brought this guy home earlier than usual but she was still already plastered. I was watching a show on TV and they came in and sat in the living room too. He was about six foot four and really built and probably in his late thirties. He was black, really dark black. It was only a few minutes before she had his cock out and was sucking on it right in front of me. He had a cock that was at least ten inches and as big around as my wrist and Mom had almost all of it in her mouth. He just stared at me while Mom was blowing him. I stayed and half watched the show and half watched them. After a few minutes she got him off and he filled her mouth with cum. She never even swallowed it. She passed out and it just drained out of her mouth all over his cock and balls.

After a couple of minutes he pulled her off of him by the hair and pushed her away. He got up dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them as he walked over to my chair. He stood in front of me with his huge cum covered cock right in front of my face. "OK little darlin' clean it." I sank back in the chair and said no. This big black man grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his cock. "I said clean it." He rubbed the head against my lips and tightened his grip in me hair. I slowly opened my mouth and as soon as it was open enough, he shoved that huge thing in, stretching me wide and hitting the back of my mouth and making me gag. I could taste his cum but it did not taste as bad as I expected that it would. He used my hair to pull me back and forth on his rod as it hardened. My mouth was stretched to hurting to get around it and I gagged each time he hit the back of my throat but he didn't care. He was getting about half of his now rock hard ten inch cock into my mouth. While he was fucking his cock with my face he reached down with his other hand and reached under my skirt and pulled my panties aside and pushed his big fingers into my pussy. After poking me a few times he got in far enough to reach my hymen. "What have we here, a virgin. Not for long. I haven't fucked me a virgin for years. I would have thought that as much as your mom fucked that you would have started years ago."

He pulled his cock and fingers out of me and yanked my blouse over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra so my 34 B tits were exposed to him. "Your nipples are hard sweetie." He roughly pulled my legs apart and stepped between them. "No, don't do it. I don't want to. Please." He held me tight around the neck with one hand. He spit on my pussy and again on his cock head. Then with the other hand he positioned his cock head at the opening to my cunt. One hard thrust and he was fully in me. My hymen was busted and I felt like I was being spilt apart. I screamed in pain. It hurt. It hurt so bad. The first time he pulled his monster out it was covered in blood. He slammed it back into me and laughed. "No. No. Stop. I can't take it. It hurts so bad. Please stop." But he didn't stop. He pounded my pussy over and over again. The pain started to go away but I still begged him to stop. He fucked me deep and hard for about ten minutes. I gave up fighting and begging and just lay there. Finally I was able to look down and see his huge black man pole sliding in and out of my snow white pubic hair covered pussy. It was an amazing sight. He started making noises that I knew from listening to Mom and her guys that meant that he was about to come. I panicked. "Don't come in me. I don't want to get pregnant." I begged him twice. "OK but you're going to suck me dry then." He pulled his cock out and brought it to my mouth. I would do anything to get him to stop at that point so I opened my mouth. He put just the head in my mouth and stroked himself till he erupted. Spurt after spurt, rope after rope of cum flew into my mouth. More than I could hold. He reached and forced my mouth closed and held it till I had to swallow. Then he squeezed the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open and shoved himself back in. "Keep sucking till I tell you to stop." About five minutes later he let me stop sucking on his soft cock. He got dressed and left. I went to my room. I was hurting and sore and mad at him and my mom. She was still passed out on the couch.

The next morning Mom was still on the couch when I came into the living room, sore and mad and having trouble walking. I grabbed her and shook her hard. When she came to I screamed at her. "You fucking slut. Your son of a bitch boy friend raped me last night because you passed out and he couldn't get what he wanted from your cunt and mouth and asshole. I was still a virgin but not any more. You're a fucking drunken pig." Rather than yelling back at me she came to enough to realize what had happened and she spent all morning apologizing to me over and over. Finally we ended up hugging. I was just wiped out physically and emotionally.

She still went out but she did not bring anyone home for the next couple weeks. After a couple weeks, I let one of the boys at school fuck me in the woods on the way home from school. His five-inch white cock didn't feel right and he came and filled the condom after about two minutes then put himself away and we went home. That night I told Mom that I didn't care if she started bringing guys home again. I also told her that I had let one of the boys at school fuck me. I asked her to let me get the pill. She said OK.

One night about a month later she had brought two guys home, one black and one white. She was drunk enough not to know what was happening when the black guy took her to her room but the white guy stopped at my door and looked in. They were all already naked. I was almost asleep when he came into my room but I woke up when he sat on the edge of my bed. With a start I looked at him. He was sitting there stroking himself while looking at me. "Hello there. I'm Bill. I met your mom at the bar tonight and she invited me and my friend to come over for a little fun. Would you like to join in on the fun?"

I looked at his eyes and then at his cock and thought about it for a minute. Then I sat up and pulled the oversized t-shirt that I wear as a nightie off over my head. I took Bill's cock in my hand and stroked it. It was big but not quite as big as the first cock that had fucked me. Bill bent over and started sucking on one of my tits making my nipples hard. He also slid his finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit. It felt so much better than when I did it to myself. I spread my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Bill pushed me down and kissed his way down my stomach to my mound. When his tongue first touched my clit I jumped and moaned. I put my hands behind his head and held him tight to my pussy. He ate me for several minutes and brought me to two orgasms. I was loving it. He turned his body so we were in 69 position. I stretched my lips over his cock and took as much as I could into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his shaft while he kept eating me out. I pulled off him. "Fuck me now."

Bill rolled me on my back and got between my legs. He put his large cock to my cunt opening. It was good and wet so he easily started to enter me but he took his time and worked his way deep into me till he was fully in. He waited for a little bit for me to adjust and then started slowly pumping into me. As he picked up speed I knew that this is what fucking is supposed to feel like. I felt very full but wonderful and it did not hurt. I had been on the pill long enough now so that it was working and I was anxious to feel my first load of cum deep inside me. After about five wonderful minutes and my having two more orgasms Bill pushed all the way in and held still. I felt his cock pulse once, twice, three times as he filled me with his seed. It felt warm, wet and wonderful. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back. He kept his cock in me and slowly pumped for another couple of minutes. It felt great. When he pulled out I turned and without his asking, I sucked his cock clean. "That was great Bill. I really enjoyed it. You're the first person I have let come in me. It felt wonderful." I knew I was going to need big cocks just like my mother.

Stay right where you are. I'm sure that Jamal will like to come in and get to know you too. With that Bill left the room. About a minute later Jamal walked in. He was a little bigger than Bill, both his body and his cock and he had skin the color of milk chocolate. He was about the same size as the first cock that had raped me. I was a little nervous, remembering the pain I had the first time. "Bill tells me that you are a wonderful little lady. I'm looking forward to getting to know you." With that he pulled me off the bed onto the floor in front of him and his half hard cock. Jamal pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and stretched it around him. I took in about four inches at first. It tasted a little different than Bill's or the quarterbacks. It tasted a little sharp and bitter but I sucked it as best I could, wanting to please him. His cock grew and stretched my jaws wider. After a minute he asked me how I liked the taste of my mother's asshole. I almost spit him out at the thought but it was too late. He had his hand behind my head and was fucking my mouth. I couldn't say or do anything. After a few minutes he pulled out. picked me up and put me on the bed on my stomach with my feet on the floor. He got behind me and placed himself at my cunt. I was still good and wet so he was able to work himself into me fairly easily. I felt very full and stretched but it felt good. Soon he was hitting bottom. That was a new feeling. After fucking me for several minutes and bringing me to the hardest orgasm I had ever had, he filled my pussy with a huge load of cream. My pussy could not hold all that I had been given by these two big men and I leaked out a big cream pie. I was very satisfied and rolled over to go to sleep while both Bill and Jamal spent the rest of the night in Mom's bed. I woke up at four am to go to the bathroom and could still hear them going at it. I thought about joining them but I was still fully satisfied so I went back to sleep. In the morning we all shared breakfast and then the guys left.

Now I am an eighteen year old high school senior. My mom shares most of her men with me now. She has cut way back on her drinking and is enjoying life much more. I have even found a couple of big cocked high school guys that I have brought home and shared with her. Life is good and the bigger the cock the better.

-the end-

Marilyn's Whore Training

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Three Holes, No Waiting

Introduction: Being raped by her brother at 12 turned her into an unstoppable slut

Jessica lost her virginity at age 12 when her then 16-year-old brother raped her. Believe it or not, right after the pain of the first minute she found that she loved it. Before he had finished she had three hard orgasms and was begging him to do it more and harder. He pulled out as he came and shot his load all over her tits and face. Her mouth was open as she was yelling the release of her third orgasm in just the five minutes that her brother lasted. One rope of cum landed in her open mouth. Rather than being turned off she loved it. She rolled it around in her mouth and then swallowed the thick salty fluid. After that she scrapped up all that she could and put it in her mouth. Her brother came up to her face and pushed his deflating cock into her mouth and face fucked her for another minute, draining the last drops of cum into her mouth. This was the start of Jessica's very active sex life.

Jessica was a slim, attractive black girl. Even at 12 she was starting to become a woman and already had firm C-cup breasts with long nipples that pointed straight forward. Her skin was smooth and the color of milk chocolate. She kept her hair straight and shoulder length. She and her brother and mother had always gotten along well. Their father had left years ago. They lived in a large apartment complex in the city. There must have been 200 apartments.

That evening while their mother was still at work. Jessica walked into her brother's room dressed in a robe. She dropped the robe and stood naked in front of her brother. "Jamal, fuck me again." Her brother did not waste any time. He was up off his bed and dropped his pants in seconds. "Sure Jess, get on your knees and suck my cock first." Jamal's rock hard six inch black shaft pointed straight out in front of him. Jessica dropped to her knees and took hold of it and felt it in her hand for the first time. "Stroke it. Move your hand up and down on it." Jessica did as her brother said. It felt funny but wonderful with its hard center shaft covered with smooth soft skin that moved up and down over the shaft. She leaned forward and touched her lips to it. Then remembering what had happened when he had fucked her face earlier she opened her mouth and pressed forward. She tried to take all of her brother's cock into her mouth but only made herself gag when it touched the back of her throat. She avoided that from happening again by taking only about four inches of it each time she moved her head up and down on her brother's fuck pole. After about a minute she stopped. "Fuck me Jamal. I want your cock in me. It felt so great earlier."

"Get on your hands and knees on the bed, Jess." She did and he got on behind her. He reached between her legs and rubbed her slit. When he touched her clit she jumped with a new sensation that she loved. "Ohh, I like that. Do it more." Jamal switched between rubbing her clit and finger fucking her with two fingers. Jessica moaned and rocked back and forth matching his thrusts. Soon her already wet pussy was leaking and her fluids were running down her thighs. Jamal couldn't wait any longer. He lined his cock up to her wet but still tight young pussy and shoved it in. This time there was no pain, just pleasure. Jessica moaned in delight as his manhood bottomed out inside of her. Jamal was not a virgin and doggy style was his favorite position. He never told anyone that his first fuck was with his mother about two years ago when she came into his room drunk and naked. He was not sure that she even remembered it as she never spoke of it and it never happened again. After that he was out to get as much pussy as he could get from girls his age or younger and from women older than his mom. He started fucking Jessica hard and fast and deep, pulling her back by the hips each time he plowed into his sister. After several minutes Jessica had had two great orgasms and Jamal could feel that he was getting close. "Oh shit, I'm gettin' close. I'm gonna come." "Don't come inside of me. I don't wanna get pregnant. Come in my mouth." Jess spun around and put her mouth over her brother's cock just as he exploded, shooting his load of hot thick cum into her mouth. "Suck Jess. Swallow it. Don't let any of it out and don't stop till I go soft." Jess did as her brother said and enjoyed every drop of him. Then they both lay together and Jessica told him how much she enjoyed it.

During the next three weeks they must have fucked a twenty times. Often it was Jessica's idea. Jessica went to the school nurse and got on the pill so she would not have to worry about getting pregnant. Then after school one day Jamal brought two of his friends from the high school football team. Jessica started to go to her room but Jamal stopped her and told her that he had told them what a great fuck she was and they wanted to get to know her. Jessica was shocked and embarrassed. The three guys moved close around her. Jamal kissed her. The others reached out and started to mall her tits. She wanted to get away but she was tightly surrounded. Soon she realized that this was feeling nice and she started to relax. "Get out of your clothes." Jamal said. Without hardly thinking about it Jess started stripping. By the time she was naked, the three boys had dropped their pants. Jamal pushed her to her knees and she was surrounded by three hard cocks pointing at her face. Her brother's black boner and two new white ones. One of the new cocks was about the same as Jamals. The other was the same length but much thicker. They were both white as a white sheep and the contrast with her brown shin was striking. They were both oozing pre-cum and she bent forward and licked it from each one. Both cocks jumped when her tongue touched them. Tom, the one with the thicker cock, put his hands behind her head and pulled her onto his cock. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged just a little. She was getting used to it from all the cock sucking she had been giving Jamal. For several minutes Jessica moved from cock to cock, sucking each one several times before moving to the next. Without warning Jim filled her mouth with his seed but she never spilled a drop and to her surprise, he remained hard. "Let's go to my bed." Jamal said and half pushed his sister into his room while being closely followed by his two white friends.

Jim lay on the bed with his white cock sticking up in the air. Jessica was pulled onto the bed and over his body. She lined her pussy up with his shaft and settled down onto it till he was buried full depth up in side of her. She started moving her hips up and down, fucking herself on Tom's thick cock. This thicker cock made her feel very full and she loved it. Jess thought that now she knew that it was not only Jamal's cock that could make her feel good. She was looking forward to all three boys taking turns fucking her like this. She knew that she was going to have more orgasms than she had ever had before. The first one was on its way. Then Jamal climbed onto the head of the bed and put his knees on either side of Tom's head and his cock was in Jessica's face. She got the idea and opened her mouth and sucked in her brother's cock. Jamal put his hands behind her head and started face fucking her, often touching the back of her mouth as he did.

Jessica felt something cold and wet and slippery being rubbed in her ass crack and then a finger probing her ass hole. Jess pulled off of Jamal and said, "No, don't do that. Leave my ass hole alone." Jamal pulled her back onto his prick and held her there as the finger entered her ass, first up to the first knuckle and then up to the second and then fully up into her. Jim started finger fucking her ass. To Jessica's surprise it did not hurt and she let it keep happening. Jim took his finger out and put more lube on it and pushed two fingers in Jess's backside and fucked her with a good rhythm, matching Tom and Jamal. Jess had no pain but felt full and like she had to shit. Next Jim took his fingers out and pushed his lubed cockhead against her anal ring. The finger fucking had loosened her up enough that his cock popped into her ass. Jim slowly worked his pole into Jessica's ass while Tom and Jamal held her tight and still. After Jim was fully in, he started slowly fucking her ass. After he was able to get up to speed, Tom and Jamal resumed their fucking. Jessica had all three holes full of cock and she was loving it. Then a huge orgasm hit Jessica. While she was yelling around her brother’s cock, her gag reflex was offset by her orgasm and Jamal took that opportunity to push his cock into her throat. Her nose was pressed against his abdomen. Now each of Jamal's face fucking thrusts went fully into his sisters throat. All three boys were fucking her hard and fast and she was having orgasms that almost ran together. Jamal came first. Tom told her to be sure to swallow all of it as his face was right below her mouth. She giggled to herself as she thought of letting some of drip onto him but she sucked hard on Jamal's cock and with his cock deep in her throat he shot his load straight into her belly and she never tasted it. Tom came next and filled her cunt with his hot cum. Then he wiggled out from under her and gave her his manhood to suck clean. Several minutes later Jim finally came deep in her bowels. Even this caused her to come again. Jim pulled out and came around to her face. Without even thinking she took him in her mouth and sucked him clean. It did not taste good but she never hesitated. Tom and Jim told her what a good fuck she was and that they looked forward to spending more time with her. Then they got dressed and left. Jessica was worn out but she knew that she wanted all the cock she could have as often as she could have it, in all of her holes.

Jessica was now 15 and she was the slut of the apartment complex and it was well known. Just about any man or boy that wanted to fuck her was welcomed in any of her holes. She fucked and sucked boys from 11 to men 70. She fucked with black, white, Hispanic guys and even one Asian. One time she even gave her English teacher a blowjob to get a better grade. She was fucked by one or more men almost every day and still fucked her brother whenever he was home from college. She delighted in flirting and flashing, letting the guys know that she was available. She wore short skirts with no panties. Her favorite times were gangbangs. She would be invited to parties in the apartment complex, which turned out to be just her and anywhere from 3 to 10 guys. She was delighted to attend these parties and be the center of attention. She never disappointed or was disappointed.

She loved to do anything sexual from being gangbanged to being tied up to being spanked and pissed on. Only once did a guy want something that she said no to. After fucking her he put her in a shower and pissed all over her and then he told her to shit and wipe it all over herself. Jessica drew the line there and said no and he did not force her to do it. Only a couple times was there another woman involved. She had no qualms about eating a pussy or having a woman eat hers but she very much preferred cock.

Jessica's mother had heard rumors but made it a point now to find out the details. Even when some guys gave Jessica hundreds of dollars without her asking for it and she gave most of it to her mother to help with the family bills, her mother did not ask questions. Jessica was her little girl.

-the end-