Hi, Gail, how're things going? Are you ready for a hard night of cracking the books? The mock trials are late next week. Aren't you looking forward to them," I chirped, knowing that my cheerful tone would invoke a sharp retort from my surly law study group member?
"Ah, fuck you, Stan," was Gail's grumbling response. "You know I'd rather be down at the watering hole with a beer in my hand, drinking myself silly, and flirting with all of the available guys. Who knows? Maybe I might find some lucky fellah who appreciates well-rounded women and what we can do to men between our blubbery folds. God, Lori, our third amigo, would say that sounds so disgusting if she were here."
The three Asian students of the class had been a team since we started law school last year, complementing each other strengths while covering any apparent weakness. Gail was the "Mouth" or the team member who could argue quite effectively our position. I was the "Eyes" or guy who researched and shifted out the pertinent points of law and legal precedents. Lori was clearly the "Brains" who not only took what I found but formulated our team's case strategy and Gail's arguments.
Lori was also the "mom" who settled arguments, kept us on track, and held us together. This may have been because Lori was older and seemed more mature than Gail and me. An attractive Japanese-American woman, she was from a well-known and wealthy family, a product of the high-class prep schools and an elite college, and married to some high-priced architect. Her entrance to law school wasn't to gain a career but more a matter of pursuing some personal dream.
Gail was single and at twenty-two, was sharp, quick-witted, brash - the epitome of an extrovert. From a middle-class Japanese-American family, she breezed through college without even blinking an eye, aced the entrance exam, and was easily accepted into law school. However, she still had that college-mentality of partying hard and casual sex. This made her the kid of the group and at times, Gail acted like one.
As for me, I am a single, twenty-nine guy who was the son of the proverbial Chinese cook. Much to the angst of my mother, my dad calmly let me kick around in life, learning things from the school of hard knocks. Then, when I was ready, he put me through college and law school so that I could become a lawyer and constructively put my hard-earned street experience to use.
Although Lori was eight years older than me and wasn't the prettiest classmate around, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her from the moment we met. Standing at five-seven, Lori had a spoon-shaped body with long nicely formed legs, generous but not too wide hips, and rounded buns. With a trim waist, she would have been a perfect full-figured woman except that her breasts were modest mounds that were enough to be noticed but not enough to be eye-catching. Still, the more time I spent with Lori, the more attracted to her I became. If she hadn't been married and seemingly settled, I would have undoubtedly made a fool out of myself by asking Lori out.
"So, where's Lori? It's not like her to be late," I uttered as I emerged from my self-induced fantasy.
"Hello, dufus! You've got to get your head out of the books," Gail jabbed at me jokingly. "When Lori came back from Winter Break, she returned with Jimmy. No, Jimmy's not her husband, but some kind of 'calabash' cousin. He's a really cute tall eighteen-year-old but has some challenges due to some early childhood accident. It's convoluted and Lori doesn't help by being extremely vague and evasive. She feels somehow responsible for Jimmy, and it makes me wonder.
"Anyway - Lori somehow used her family's name and powers of persuasion to arrange for Jimmy to be a 'volunteer' janitor with a place in the dorm basement next that creepy dorm manager, Arty. While the college let Jimmy stay, it wouldn't provide for his food or assist living services. I think Lori's trying to work out some sort of arrangement with Arty - paying him or something to look out for Jimmy. She said that she might be a tad late because she had to meet with Arty."
I was about to ask more of Gail when in rushed Lori. I immediately noticed that Lori who was usually the epitome of calm, cool, and collect, seemed flustered and out of breath. "Sorry to be late, people, but that bastard of a dorm manager gave me a hard time."
It was then I noticed her face had a light sheen of perspiration to which her ebony hair clung. While at first dismissing it to her hurrying to meet us, Lori who was normally impeccably dressed, looked somehow disheveled by her standards. Her blouse was wrinkle as if she had slept in it (as I often do my shirts), her belt was askew, and the knees of her dark loose capris were dusty. Simply put, Lori looked like she had a 'workout' before joining us.
Any further thoughts, however, were soon swept away as we began our planning session. Yet, throughout the ensuing session, I felt that Lori struggled to stay in the role as our de facto leader. It was as if her mind was someplace else and she continuously had to refocus to get the job done. After a grueling three hours of arguing, cajoling and compromising, we had worked out a sound case strategy that we were confident was a winner. We agreed to think about our plan overnight and then meet again the following night to polish any rough spots.
Gail immediately said she needed a drink and asked us to join her. However, when Lori and I declined, our rotund orator promptly said, "Okay, I fly solo tonight in the dives of College Town, trolling for drinks and horny bastards. I know this guy at the Dead Goose who is always up - better than can't get it up - for a roll in the hay with a fat easy bitch. God, how I love one-night stands. They give good reason to practice my oral skills. You two be good, and Lori, say hello to that cutie, Jimmy, for me." With that Gail vanished, leaving Lori and me alone.
"Gail will be Gail," I chuckled as I put away my notes. When Lori didn't say goodbye and leave, I said, "Hey, Lori, are you okay? You were out of it tonight like you were someplace else. If you're up to it, I know this little sushi bar - a real hole in the wall, but the fish is fresh, the spirits are mellow, and most of all, it's a layback place to talk. I'd understand if you don't want to...say what? You could use a drink? Well, my lady, let's jump on my moped and I shall squire you away."
Half an hour later, Lori took a deep sip from her cold sake. We had dispensed with the usual pleasantries when I asked if her troubles were due to Jimmy. Lori sighed, "Stan, you truly are the 'Eyes' of our group, seeing things that others don't see or overlook," Lori whispered. "Yes, it's been chaotic since Jimmy returned to me. What exactly do you know about Jimmy?"
I just repeated what little I had been told and Lori let out a deep sigh before saying, "I'm sure that Gail, the big mouth, has told you that Jimmy has some issues but he's not impaired or disabled. He can do many things by himself but he's unsure of himself in unfamiliar situations and with strange people. I would feel more comfortable if he had some guidance until he gets adjusted but that's something that I can't provide right now."
Lori took a deep sip as if mulling something around in her head. and then took another drink. "Stan, have you ever," Lori finally uttered, "done something that you regretted immediately after you did it?"
I was taken aback by Lori's question and didn't know if it was hypothetical or real-life. I could, however, see that she was on the verge of disclosing something significant. "Well, I've done some pretty stupid things in my life," I said reflectively into my beer bottle, "but nothing that I've regretted that badly. But I can imagine that a spur of the moment, an error in judgment can have unforeseen consequences."
When I look up, I saw a tear rolling down Lori's cheek in the dim light of the lounge. I reached out to touch her shoulder to see if she was alright and was surprised when Lori turned into my embrace, sobbing softly. I held her gently while I rubbed her back and just letting her cry herself out.
"Stan, since we met, you've been a good friend. Can I trust you with my darkest secrets? I can? You promise not to tell anyone? Okay, hmmm, you know that I come from a family that loves being in the public limelight but hates anything that might tarnish it gleaming image. Jimmy is one such family scandal and I am the cause."
Then taking a sip of her nearly empty sake cup and then letting out a deep breath, Lori continued. "When I was eighteen, I was a willful teen who wouldn't listen to my mother. I was so clueless that I didn't realize that I was Asian like my mother while my older siblings were Eurasians. This difference became painfully apparent when one night my loving brother and my two male cousins lead a group of their friends in repeatedly gang-raping a helpless and nearly unconscious me.
When I expressed my surprise about what she had disclosed, Lori sighed and then softly whispered, "Stan, among the families of the filthy rich there are a lot of secrets and scandals. Some families are into drugs or booze, and others are into marital swapping or extramarital affairs. A few, like mine, are into...a unique perversity."
Lori took a deep sip from her sake that had just arrived before saying, "Stan, my family was and is still into incest. My white father made no bones about humping my married aunt, his own sister, since they were kids and probably sired my two cousins...yes, the same cousins who with my brother raped me. What I didn't know was that he couldn't accept that he had been cuckolded by another man when I turned out not to have Eurasian features. My father hated me because he knew my mother had cheated on him and that I wasn't his.
"Still, you would think that my father would be upset when he learned that I had been gang-raped. He, however, was more concerned that the sons of many rich families would be named and result in a public scandal, unwanted police investigations, and bad media coverage. So, despite my mother's protest, he asserted that the incident was my fault and that I got what I deserved. I cannot begin to tell you the damning effect that this had on an already traumatized teenager.
"When I discovered that I was pregnant, the firestorm of family condemnation was unbelievable. My siblings and cousins demanded that I should have an abortion, but my father used my misfortune to get back at my mother. To punish her, he made me have the baby. 'Let your unwanted child," I can remember him intoning to me but more so to my mother, 'be the albatross around your neck to remind you of your sins.'
"With my mother, I was shuffled to Japan to give birth to Jimmy. However, once there, her family wanted to have nothing to do with us. Seeking to minimize the family shame, they sent us to an isolated rural province. Because I was so young and there was lack of quality medical care where we lived, there was an early childhood incident that resulted in Jimmy having difficulty understand things at time. He is a simple and trusting soul, and has a hard time discerning a friend from one who is not.
"With the exception of my mother who took care of Jimmy so that I could have as normal a life as possible, my family treated Jimmy as if he was 'Quasimodo' - someone hideous and to be hidden away. While mother could protect Jimmy, I was on my own in an incestuous family, and somethings are better forgotten or at least, not talked about in a public place.
"I was forced to marry my husband, Reginald, who was selected by my father who pawned me and Jimmy off was part of a business arrangement. It's a loveless marriage and my husband was no better than my brother and cousins in how he treated me. Reginald consummated our union but made it clear that I was less than sexually satisfying. He preferred his skanky mistresses which is fine with me. My husband thinks Jimmy is an orphaned cousin whom my mother and I care for, and for the most part ignores Jimmy like he does me and our name-only marriage."
I was stunned by Lori's revelations and found my entire concept of Lori turned upside down and inside out. Yet strangely instead of being repulsive, I found Lori incredibly intriguing and wanted to know all that I could about her. "So how is it that Jimmy returned with you after the Winter Break?"
Lori was about to order some more sake when I stopped her saying that she didn't need to be drunk to tell me about her life. A smile of relief crossed her lips before she continued, "My mother passed away a two years ago and left me her sizeable estate to provide for me and Jimmy, and to get me through law school so that I could learn how to legally protect us from my very own family.
"I had made arrangements for Jimmy's care, but my shit-ass of husband at the suggestion of my evil-hearted father said that he shouldn't be saddled with taking care of Jimmy. I was told that if I wanted to finish law school, Jimmy would have to return with me. I agreed because when I graduate and pass the bar, the first thing I'm going to do is divorce my husband and cut off the rest of my family, especially my father, from the assets of my mother's estate."
When I said that I agreed wholeheartedly stated that I'd make sure she graduated and passed the bar, Lori smiled weakly before leaning over to give me a light kiss of thanks. While I was initially caught off guard by her spontaneous gesture of gratitude, I took advantage of the situation to return a kiss that left Lori stunned, speechless, and wondering about me and her feelings towards me.
Then the mood of the moment changed when Lori confessed, "Stan, that regrettable thing that I did...well, I had to scramble to get Jimmy a place to stay until I could find something more permanent. I had to beg that son-of-a-bitch Arty, our dorm manager, to let Jimmy stay in the dorm basement and help out. I offered to paid Arty two hundred dollars to take care of Jimmy.
"However, when we met tonight to finalize the agreement, he boldly wanted 'another kind of payment.' Oh, Stan, I don't think I should have, but I was shocked at Arty's audacity. It was like being caught alone by my brother, or cousins, or worse my father. I was paralyzed and couldn't resist his sexual demands." The tears started flowing as Lori explained how Arty had hinted the something bad might happen to Jimmy if she didn't cooperate, and finally coerced her into giving him a blow job.
"After he spewed his disgusting spunk into my mouth, Arty snickered, 'That wasn't bad for a deposit, you Jap bitch. But I expect a 'full month's payment' the next time. You better be ready to spread your legs if you don't want something to happen to you know who?' I practically ran out of the basement and vomited in the hedges as I tried to throw up what I was forced to swallow. Oh, Stan, what am I to do?"
"Do you want me to help you? Will you trust me, Lori, no matter what I do? Do you believe in me, and that I only have your best interest at heart?" When Lori nodded hesitantly, I said, "Then come with me and let's have a talk with Arty." Although Lori obviously didn't want to, she took my offered hand and climbed on the back of my moped, hugging me tightly.
When we got to the dorm, Lori immediately got Jimmy who although taller than me, looked shyly at me as he held Lori's hand as we went to Arty's cellar apartment . When he opened his door to Lori's knock, Arty's eyes widened in greedy lust as this broad sneer spread across his mouth. "Well, lovely lady, back for more? Who would have thought that a high-and-mighty rich Jap bitch like you would..."
Arty never got a chance to complete his string of obscenity as my fist smashed into his ugly mouth, sending his hulky body reeling backward. My fists landed soundly on his face and fat belly sending him teetering only to be dropped to his knees by my foot crunching soundly between his legs.
"You fucking bastard," I growled as I grabbed his greasy dirty hair and yanked his head back so that he could see Jimmy clearly. "If you touch - molest - harm - directly or indirectly - or by device - or by neglect this young man, and we will have the police on you for criminal endangerment. Do you understand?"
I then turned his bloody face in Lori's direction. "And you, scumbag, if you ever harass, molest or coerce this woman like did tonight, I will beat the shit out of you and then have your sorry ass arrested for sexual assault. Do you understand?" When Arty blankly nodded, I hauled off and incredibly knocked him out.
As Arty laid flat on the floor, I took a confused Jimmy by the hand and pointing at Arty, said, "Jimmy, I am Stan. That bad man made Lori unhappy so I punished him. If this bad man ever hurts you, you tell Lori or me. We will take care of him so he never hurts you again. Do you have a cell phone? You do? Here let me put my number in it. There. Stan, S-T-A-N, Stan. Call me if you need me, okay?"
With that, we took Jimmy back to his room. Lori told him to lock the door and watch television until the big hand and the skinny hand pointed straight up. Then he was to go to sleep until Lori brought him his breakfast. She then kissed Jimmy on the forehead, and I shook his hand in a man-to-man manner. Jimmy smiled and closed the door, locking it.
Lori was beaming at me as we made our way out of the dorm cellar. "Thank you, Stan," she said throwing her arms around my neck as her body molded to mine. "You solved everything in a surprisingly swift and unexpected solution. I can't tell you how stimulating it was to see you punch Arty out. I always thought of you as the bookish type - I'm seeing a different Stan tonight...and I like what I see." With that Lori gave me one hell of a lingering kiss.
"Well, Lori, there's more of me to see...that is if you want to," I said hopefully before kissing her inviting lips in return.
"Stan, what would you see in someone like me? On top of being too old for you, I'm 'damaged' goods - twisted and sick in ways you couldn't imagine," Lori whispered as she laid her head on my shoulder. "I've got Jimmy - am married to an asshole - and am only good as an incestuous fuck - or as a down payment on a business agreement. I'm no good..."
I never let Lori finish her self-putdown as I kissed her sensuously until she ardently returned my kisses. "Lori, will you please shut up and go with your heart; not your head. I know you're the 'Brains' of our group and used to putting the facts in a systematic order, but sometimes life isn't logical or orderly or factual. It just is - and you just have to go with it.
"Look, Lori, I want you. And what you don't know is that I've been attracted you since I met you and am even more attracted to a most intriguing older Japanese woman. Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather do my 'serious research' in the comfort of my apartment upstairs. I mean, after all, that's why I'm called the 'Eyes' of the group - because I'm good at ferreting out the hidden facts and circumstances of a case."
"I'm afraid, Stan. I know that that sounds silly but I've only known sexual abuse. You're my friend whom I trust and respect...ooh, Stan, I'm so afraid of losing you...so afraid of trying...no, feeling...something I never experienced before. I've never wanted someone as I want you right now. Oh, Stan, I so confused and scared. I'm thirty-seven years old and yet I feel like a clueless eighteen-year-old girl. Ooh, I don't know what to do."
"That's okay, Lori," I murmured as I nuzzled her exposed neck and let my hands snake over her breasts to caress the curve of her hip. "We don't have to go to my place. I can conduct my research right here in the cellar entrance. I'm sure that the passersby and our dorm mates will enjoy seeing us making out and all."
Oh, Stan, you're so terrible. Quickly, let's go to your place before I lose my nerve. I'm so confused. I've never felt like this before and don't know what's happening." Hugging me to her, Lori pressed her face into my shoulder and whispered, "Please, Stan, don't hurt me..."
Sweeping Lori into the empty elevator and punching my floor button, I pressed her against the cab wall, I kissed her passionately as I squeezed her capri-clad buttocks and pulled her to me. "Lori, I won't do anything you don't want to do. I promise. By the time we're though, you won't regret anything..."
Once my dorm door had closed, we found ourselves on my couch, casually kissing, cuddling, and caressing. Lori gradually let me peel her clothing from her, and with each article that slipped to the floor, so did her hesitation. Her snow-white skin that glowed with sensuality in the dim room light, and my fingertips, tongue, and lips brought breathless moans to her lips as I explore her body. I vacuumed a soft fleshy cone of mouthwatering tit into my mouth and pulled it from her heaving chest, then gradually let it slip from my sucking lips. Her meaty ruby nipple was captured between my teeth that nipped it lightly until it grew long, hard and thick.
"God, Stan, what are you doing to me? I've never felt like this before - so slow, so tender," Lori sighed as she pressed my face to her other small breast. "The men I've known have had no qualms using and abusing me like some in-house whore. Sex with them has always been uncaring, fast, and very painful."
Breaking down, Lori was racked with deep sobs before continuing, "Sex for me was something I had to do and endure like tonight when I had to suck off Arty. It was disgusting but something I had to endure. After a while, I blamed myself for what was being done to me, and sick as it may sound, became used to the pain and humiliation. Oh, Stan, the things that have been done to me by my own family members..."
Holding Lori to me as she cried, "Hush, Lori, I'm not your brother, your cousin, your father, or your husband. And although you have a hard time believe it, I find you completely attractive and appealing. I care about you, Lori, and would love to make love with you...not just have sex. However, if you don't want to, that's fine. We can just snuggle up with each other and get to know each other better." Then to lighten the moment, I teasingly muttered, "Of course, I'll probably die of the dreaded 'blue-balls' but that's okay...we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
Playfully swatting me, Lori giggled and said, "Oh, Stan, what would I do without you rescuing me from myself? And there's no such thing as the 'blue-balls.'" When I quipped how she would know, Lori said, "Hmmm, I guess we'll have to find out." With that she began undoing my pants while grumbling softly, "Plus - why am I the only one who's completely naked?"
Now I'm no King Kong in the manhood department, but what I have ain't bad and I've never had a complaint about how I use it. But the reaction of Lori was one of complete surprise. "Oh my God, Stan, is this what an erect penis looks like?"
Stunned, I asked her what she meant. "Stan, I was a virgin when I was first raped. I never saw 'this.' It was dark and I was just held down with my legs pulled apart before 'something' was painfully crammed between my legs." Her gripping hand slid slipped lightly up and down my throbbing shaft as she continued, "When my father raped me, he liked to do it from behind and when he didn't, I kept my eyes closed, hoping that it would be over soon. Reginald had sex with me, it was in the dark bedroom. Even when I had to suck Arty tonight, I kept my eyes shut as he forced his disgusting 'thing' into my mouth. But this, it's so..." And with that Lori took me between her lips, sucking me at first tentatively and then eagerly as I groaned in appreciation.
Not to be outdone, I spun myself around and plunged my face between her tender thighs and into her black thatched pussy. "Oooh, shit, what are you doing, Stan? No one's ever done that. It's dirty down there. Please, Stan, you don't have to. Ooh, it feels so strange...so...ooh..."
"Shush, Lori, you talk too much. You need to be quiet and learn the ways of lovemaking. What we're doing is commonly called 'sixty-nining' - where you give me head while I'm doing the same to you. Sex...good sex...is one of give and take. We enjoy each other's body in the throes of lusty passion...and even in kinky pain. It makes you want more. Let me show you."
Spinning around on Lori, I rolled on top of her soft pliant body and was surprised when she automatically spread her long legs for me, nestling my hard-on in the cleft of her vulva. My flanged penis head spread her swollen pussy lips until it polished her stiff love button, then slipped down her sopping wet slit where it nudged Lori's slippery womanhood.
Lori squirmed and heaved as her cunt slit was repeatedly probed. "Oh, shit, you're making me so hot, Stan. My skin is on fire but I'm dripping with sweat. My nipples are so painfully stiff that they feel like they're going to explode. My pussy is so wet that I'm squishing lewdly with each of your strokes. I don't know what's happening because I never felt like this before. Please, Stan, don't torture me like this."
A sharp gasp escaped Lori's lips as I entered her; not by ramming into her as she was accustomed to, but by sliding gently into her snug wet-velvet love tube like a hot knife slicing effortlessly through soft butter. A deep shudder ran the length of Lori's form when my pubic hair mashed into hers to show that I was fully embedded in her, I then began to lazily hump Lori with shallow upward thrusts that ground and rubbed my loin against her jutting clitoris. Her pelvis rose to gyrate against me as her legs entwined with mine as she clutched me to her.
"Oh my God, I never knew," Lori groaned in my ear, "that it could be like this. Oh, Stan, what have you done to me? It feels...so incredible! Jeez, Stan, make love to me, please. Show me how it should be. Please, Stan."
Draping her legs over my thighs, I gave Lori what she wanted as my groin slapped resoundingly to her incessant grunting with each stroke. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and I knew that Lori was on the verge of one hell of a climax. Then gripping her buns, I let a saliva-coated finger press into her puckered anus to provide the spark needed to ignite her building orgasm.
Lori's sudden gut-wrenching orgasm shook her so violently that I was almost tossed off of her. Then to my utter amazement, I felt drenched with her gushing liquid excitement as it dawned on me that Lori was one of the mythical "squirters" that men had always heard about but never experienced. This was more than I could take and I drove deep into Lori's seething churning cunt, spewing my guts into her depths.
Totally spent, I collapsed in a sweaty exhausted heap on Lori's receptive body. Her arms clasped me to her as her legs locked around mine, preventing me from moving even if I could. "God, Stan, what just happened to me? One moment I could believe how great it felt feeling you pump in and out of me, and then the next moment your finger wormed into my ass and boom 'thunderbolts-and-lightning!'
"I had a what? An orgasm? I never knew I could have a cosmic supernova between my legs. Damn, that was my first one...yeah, in my whole life, I've never had an orgasm...even by my own hand. The guys who used me quickly did their thing, blew their wad, and got off, leaving me unfulfilled. Ummm, now I know what you meant when you said that sex could be addictive because I sure want more."
Then as I casually licked one of her big nipples, Lori whispered in a demur tone, "Your poor couch is all wet. Did I 'pee' when I came? What's that? I squirted? Are you saying that my climax was so intense that I had a feminine ejaculation? Unbelievable."
After a pregnant pause, Lori nervously asked, "Stan, this isn't a one-night stand like the ones Gail is always having? I would understand if you didn't want to continue. I've got a lot of issues and am messed up badly. I'm so used to be used, abused, and then discarded."
Once again, I had to silence Lori with a barrage of kisses and then said, "You know, Lori, for a smart woman, you sure can be dumb at times. We just made love and had wonderful sex. What in the hell would drive me away from you and make me not want to fuck that hot tight pussy that is squeezing my cock right now?"
"I can't help being insecure when all I've ever known is incestuous abuse and pain," Lori sought to explain. "I know you..."
"Lori, do you know that you can be really exasperating? Instead of just enjoying the afterglow of terrific sex, you want to talk." A wet sucking plop as my semi-hard sword slipped from her fleshy sheath as I rolled on my back. Nudging her head towards my groin, I muttered, "Why don't you put that overactive mouth of yours to better use?"
When Lori's mouth engulfed my dick, I knew that by submitting to my desires, Lori found her own that have been long suppressed. In our lovemaking that followed, Lori became thoroughly hooked on the right type of sex and the promise of romance.
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Childlike whimpering laced with pain and fear woke me in the dark. "No - no please don't hurt me - please," Lori sobbed with her almond-shaped eyes still press shut, the sheets slipping from her nude form. "Stop...please stop!" I reached out to wake her and she flinched at my touch, her body curling into a protective ball. "That hurts...don't... oh, please stop."
"Lori, Lori, wake up. It's me - Stan. It's okay Lori. It's just a bad dream," I cooed to calm my taller lover as I gently held her, stroking her back. Lori gasped and at first, sought to push me away, then realizing who I was, turned and clung desperately to me.
"Oh, Stan, thank God it's you," Lori cried in relief as I rolled with her face on to my bare chest. Her body molded to mine, her hands holding me as her legs entwined with mine as if to make sure I was really there. "It is my recurring nightmare...reliving that first time," she murmured into my neck that she nuzzled for reassurance. "I am being stripped naked, held down with my hands high above my head and my legs yanked apart. I always see the smirking face of Jason, my brother, who got me drunk that night. I can feel the press of his body as he mounts me, that indescribable agony as he savagely took my virginity and my utter shame when he shot his load deep into me.
"Then Jason's face morphs into the faces of Andrew and Jonathan, my cousins, and then the faces of their many friends. All are laughing, swearing, and urging each other on. I was helpless to stop hard penises were rammed in between my legs or forced into my mouth. Gobs of thick gooey spunk spurt on my face, so much I thought I was drowning. I'm being violated again and again no matter how much I beg them to stop.
"Amy, my sister ,is there, jeering at me about a fucking slut I was and how I deserve what I was getting. She then rapes me which I couldn't figure out at the time until years later when I became acquainted with her strap-on dildo. And then in the next moment she was right next to me being gang-banged too. The only thing is that Amy is loving it."
I kissed Lori's shoulder and let my hand casually caress and reassure her. I didn't push her to continue, but Lori knew that she had to share with me what she had kept bottled up within herself all these years. "Whenever I was at home, I was constantly preyed upon by my brother, sister, or cousins. However, I quickly learn that to my horror my biggest predator being my own father who had sex with me as the perfect means of getting revenge.
"Shortly after my return from Japan, my father introduced me to his form of familial perversity. Mother had taken Jason and Amy into the city to shop for clothes. I had just nursed and put Jimmy to sleep when I turned around, to see my father staring at me. When I tried to cover myself, he barked for me to stop and to follow him into his private den. Sitting in his favorite wing chair, he had me stand before him partial clad. I remember his eyes devouring me before he offhandedly remarked, "Let's see what the family slut has become. Take off the rest of your clothes."
"You have to understand that I had physically changed since he last saw me.
Pregnancy had widened my hips and rounded my buttocks to go with my long legs. My breasts had blossomed as they were filled with mother's milk and nursing Jimmy had made my nipples a dark purple and temptingly pronounced. At my mother's insistence, I was on birth control, and the he pill, pregnancy, and motherhood combined to give a womanly body even though I was still a naïve and unsure nineteen-year-old.
"I remember how my skin crawled when father got up from his chair to intimately fondle my young body. 'My, my, the little Jap bitch has become quite a fox," he taunted me as he squeezed and milked my swollen breasts, chuckling when milk sprayed from my swollen nipples. 'Umm, umm, so sweet and good like your Mother's when she was breast feeding,' he said after suckling at a heavy teat. "I like my milk fresh from the tap."
"I wanted to stop him and flee, but father held crossed my wrists behind my back with one hand, causing me to thrust my breasts out. 'What's this,' he mocked when I flinched at his lips on my nipple, 'you don't like nursing your father?'
Before I could say anything, his open palm viciously swatted my breasts back and forth, causing me to scream in sheer agony. Tit-slapping me, he hissed, 'Hurts, doesn't it? Good! I will kick you and your brat out on to the streets if you disrespect me or don't obey me. You're nothing but a little slut who is mine to use. So, get used to it.' With that said, father bent me over and made me grab my knees. Dropping his pants, he then viciously raped me from behind to welcome me home.
"Stan, I wasn't joking when I told you that I was damaged goods considering the sick family I was raised in. Can you imagine that for my twentieth birthday, my father took me into the mansion's cellar where he gave me his special birthday present...being tied over a wine barrel and brutally sodomized? I can still remember my screams echoing off of the thick cellar walls as he reamed my bleeding virgin ass and then filled it with his hot seething semen and inflicted pain.
"My father might have abused me more if mother wasn't always around and if he didn't have other commitments. I later discovered that the real reason for his preoccupation was that he had been screwing Amy for quite some time. She was always willing to sexually please father, and in her own distorted way, viewed me as a rival for father's 'special attention.'"
I kissed Lori sensuously and told her she didn't have to say anymore. But Lori needed to continue so I hauled her on top of me so that both of my hands could caress the length of her smooth creamy back. "Oh, Stan, how I wish that I had met you decades ago. You're the only man who has held me, cuddled me, and made me feel at ease being naked with him. You're the only one whose mouth, hands, and especially dick are used to make me feel good and not to hurt me. Hmmm and speaking of a penis, there's something mighty big poking between my legs...it's very persistent."
Lori gasped as I gripped and squeezed her buns, letting my erecting slid up and down her sopping wet pussy slit. "Ooh, Stan," she cooed as she lifted her chest to better press me between her puffy labia and to rub her hardening fat nipples against my chest, "get on top of me and make love to me." When she was told that I wanted her to ride me, Lori whined, "But, Stan, I've never been on top before. It would be so strange. I don't know..."
"Lori, to let go of the memories of your sick family, you have to replace them with good feelings and experiences. You've learned that sex doesn't have to be painful. In this one night, you've had your first orgasm...a gut-wrenching 'squirter.' So, Lori, it's about time you learned the pleasures of riding a man's cock." And with that said, I thrusted upwards with my hips, sliding easily into Lori's sizzling wet-velvet cunt.
"Oh my God," Lori exclaimed as I made her sit up with her legs straddling my hips, taking my manhood all the way into her femininity. "You're going so deep...it feels so different...oooh..." With that, she began to gyrate her hips, at first to adjust herself and then because it felt damn good. "Yes, oh yes," she chanted to herself as she began to rock back and forth, grinding her stiff jutting clitoris against my hairy groin. "This feels so...shit...so damn good!"
Lori's movements became more forceful and spontaneous as she was consumed by the blazing inferno between her splay thighs. Her tits with their fat nipples quivered lewdly as a fine sheen of sweat covered the Asian features of her lovely face. With her almond-shaped eyes pressed shut and her nostrils flaring, I knew that she was skimming on the precipice of a climax and was struggling desperately for a much-sought sexual release.
Suddenly Lori in carnal frustration blurted, "Spank me, Stan, spank me hard! I need some stinging pain!"
While I was startled by her unexpected demand, my stiff palm landed sharply on one of Lori's rounded buns, causing her to yelp and jerk in response. Lori thrashed uncontrollably with each slap, shifting into a frenzied hyper-drive of undulating hips. Then as if struck by a lightning bolt out of the sky, Lori convulsed violently in a mind-rendering orgasm. Her liquid excitement exploded from her churning cunt, drenching our genitals and bedding while making vulgar sloshing sounds.
Lori collapsed on me, trembling in the aftermath of her exhausting climax. With a slight tilt of my body, she slid easily off me to lay on her belly. I rolled on top of her, my raging hard-on nestled between her buns, and whispered into her ear, "Now it's my turn, and I want to booty-bang this sweet ass of yours. Do you want that, Lori? Do you want me to sodomize you?"
At first, I thought she didn't hear me in her orgasm-induced daze, and then I heard a mumbled, "Ooh, I don't know, Stan." As let my penis head nudge her puckered anal opening, she continued, "It really hurts...well...the way my relatives do it. They just cram it in to see how much pain they can cause me.
"But I am willing to let you...just don't hurt me." With that Lori pressed her generous butt against my probing cockhead, wiggling slightly until she succeeded in lodging me against her puckered anal opening.
With my flanged head heavily coated in Lori's vaginal lubrication and ejaculation juices, I pressed forward as she grunted and pushed backward. I met a little rubbery resistance but then the next moment, I found myself was easily sinking between Lori's sphincters into her sizzling rectum. I thought I might have entered the wrong orifice and pulled back to see the amazing sight of her anus tightly stretched around my embedded shaft.
Lori rocked back and forth until she got to her knees to take me further into her bowels. Then lowering her face to the mattress, she whined, "Oh, I've been such a bad little girl who deserves to be punished for being so damn naughty." Lori squirmed provocatively as she worked my cock further into her sweet tush. "You're so big that it hurts but feels so damn good. I'm so easy...so cheap...so slutty. Oh, I've never felt like this."
Positioning myself between her spread legs, I yanked her hips up and back as I pushed forward, causing Lori to cry out then whimper pitifully. The rapid and loud slapping of my pelvis against her quivering buttocks was punctuated with sharp crackling slaps to her redden outsides of her thighs.
"Oh, yes! I'm nothing but a filthy little tramp. Give it to me! I deserve it for being so naughty and making you mad," she droned deliriously with mixed pain and pleasure. Then suddenly Lori blurted, "Oh, you're right about me. I am a little slut...who likes to be fucked...hard and fast...while being spanked. . Spank me...spank me hard. I want only to please you. Please let me...please - Daddy!"
shocked at her utterance, I realized Lori was unknowingly reliving her sordid past. However, instead of stopping, I did exactly what she wanted. I savagely buggered Lori's inviting ass, hard and fast. The demure Japanese woman I had been drawn was transformed to a nineteen-year-old who was being butt-fucked by her incestuous prick of a so-called father and trying desperately to please him. Suddenly Lori exploded in a gut-wrenching orgasm, shaking so violently as she sprayed my bed mattress again and again. Losing it, I drove deep into her and feel my guts spewed through my cock into Lori's twisting spasming asshole.
When I regained my sanity, I found myself sprawled on Lori's soft sweat-covered back, listening to her sobbing softly. My spent cock made a wet sucking sound as it slipped from her quarter-size dilated anus that oozed with my creamy spunk. I gently asked Lori if she was alright as she hid her face from me, trying to curl up in a protective ball. I started to apologize for hurting her when Lori turned and holding my face, gave me a deep kiss.
"Don't Stan, please. It's not your fault. I told you I was 'damaged goods.' I wasn't lying when I told you that I was raped by my family. At first it was violent and against my will - when I was young, naïve, and helpless. Yet, just when my life became unbearable and I was unable to resist, my father stepped in to 'protect' me. He was the only one who could stop my brother, sister, and cousins from continuously molesting me.
"However, his protection came with a high price - one of sadistic sex. My father tortured and twisted me until sex and pain were the same. The most important thing in life was pleasing him. I did so by being his 'bad little girl' who deserved to be punished, physically and sexually. As sick as it sounds, I came to believe that I was that naughty little fuck-slut who deserved...and sad to say, pain became the addictive spice to my father's kind of sex.
"Stan, I'm all messed up. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to be with me now that you know what a mess I am. You should..."
Lori never got a chance to finish telling me what to do as I kissed her deeply while my hand slid between her legs to twiddle her stiff fleshy lover button. Stroking her until Lori threw back her head to utter a low moan, I whispered, "Lori, you have to learn to stop putting yourself down. I accept you for whom you are...even if it is what you consider deviant and masochistic. Now be quiet and let me finger you while I suck and bite these delectably fat nipples of yours, you naughty little Jap cunt."
Astonished at first, Lori smiled as she acquiesced and let me have my way with her. I knew that my newfound relationship with Lori would definitely be one of the unexpected surprises.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Okay, okay, what the hell is going on? What's going on between you two," blurted Gail as she abruptly interrupted our mock trial preparation. "When I left you two on Friday evening to go guy-hunting...ooh, my head still hurts from all that drinking for a lousy one-night stand...you guys were just going to hang-out. Now I come back and there's an unspoken 'something' going on between you two? Cough it up, Stan, and don't you dare tell me it's my imagination."
Gail's designation as the group's "Mouth" wasn't in error. Her oratory skills at whittling down a witness or cutting apart an opponent's argument were incredible. I found myself involuntarily cringing under her line of interrogation, and even though I tried not to, I couldn't help but cast a glance towards Lori, the group's den mother and "Brains" by virtue of her being older and more mature.
Before I could say anything, Lori calmly stated, "Gail, Stan and I have become lovers."
The look on Gail's face was priceless as her eye bulged in utter disbelief and her formidable mouth just hung there, open and speechless. "But, Lori," she finally managed to sputter, "you're married!" Then she quickly exclaimed, "You're older too. Sleeping with 'Eyes' is like 'cradle-robbing." Although she realized that her arguments were totally rambling and nonsensical, Gail shoved her foot further down her throat by saying, "Stan's shorter than you!"
We all looked at each other before busting out in uncontrolled laughter at Gail's last statement. "Gail," Lori finally said after wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, "I assure you that Stan is 'long enough' where it counts...if you know what I mean."
"Damn, you two were doing the 'horizontal dirty mambo' while I've been busting my butt (and it's a pretty big one at that) trolling the bars for lousy one-night stands. Lori, you're married - no - don't tell me... 'but not happily' married? And you, you meek little book worm, son of a Chinese cook, you mean you've been available with a 'nice-sized' dick...he does, doesn't he, Lori? What...what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, Gail - but I found out that I'm into 'mysterious older Asian women.'"
"Ahh, so I'm a 'younger' Asian woman? So...what was the turning point, Lori? What made you decide to let this nerd crawl in between those long shapely legs of yours?"
Lori giggled and paused as if deciding what to tell Gail. Finally, she just said in Lori's typical as-a-matter-of-fact way, "Stan punched out Arty, that creepy scumbag of a dorm manager, who was sexually to advantage of me by threatening Jimmy. He left Arty knocked out and left his face a bloody mess."
"What! You're shitting me!" exclaimed Gail at the top of her voice, drawing the unwanted attention of the other study groups in the library. Then quickly sitting down and pulling us into a huddle, she whispered, "Fuck, Stan, what the hell are you? Goddamn Superman...from mild-mannered Clark Kent? Lori, you better not be shitting me!
"Next you're going to tell me that 'Caveman Stan' then dragged you up to his apartment and had his way with you...ravishing you throughout the entire night? Yeah, right! I supposed that you're going to tell me that Stan made you come several times as he face-fucked you...pussy-banged you...and corn-holed you?"
When Lori just smiled and didn't deny any of Gail's joking assertions, Gail stopped laughing and looked seriously at Lori who just sat there with this inscrutable smile on her lips. "You let Stan...," Gail gasped but was hushed by us to lower her volume because she was once again drawing unwanted attention to our little huddle. "You let Stan here...screw you in the ass?" When Lori smiled at me and then back at Gail, Gail gasped, "And you liked it? Oh my God! Is the world coming to an end?"
Then fanning herself furiously, Gail finally asked about Jimmy. To this Lori said that she had been calling around to set up another living arrangement. While Lori didn't think Arty would bother Jimmy after Stan's beating, Lori would sign a breath of relief once he is out of Arty's reach or under another's protection. "And so, once Jimmy safely secured, what do you two bed-bunnies planning to do once we pass this mock trial final and graduate.
At this, I looked questioningly at Lori who seemed nonplus. "Well, you know that my mother left me all of her estate which is sizeable. Although my father was 'old money' as he often loved to proclaim, my mother would chuckle as she reminded me that he was 'no money.' He and my blood-sucking family don't quite understand their precarious situation. Once I pass the bar - and Stan does too - we plan to legally take them on and give them a royal legal ass-reaming. Until then, we prepare like we're doing now, we lay low, and we secretly set up our law firm."
"Law firm! Where the hell did that come from? Normally, it takes years - no, decades, before you can even become a junior partner of a law firm. Most law school grads take a job with the Public Defender's Office or with the Prosecutor's Office just to get experience. The lucky ones get to clerk for some judge. But no one - no one - just starts up a law firm fresh from passing the bar exams," Gail hissed in obvious excitement. Then after a poignant pause, she softly whispered, "And what about me?"
Lori beamed and said, "Gail, we're an undefeatable team. Why would we break up a winning combination, partner?"
For the second time in the night, the look on Gail's face was priceless. However, before Gail could say anything, Lori went on to say, "You've got to understand, Gail, it's going to be nasty. My family and I are all screwed up...really screwed up. You will be aghast to the depths of depravity and perversity involved. Gail - incest is prevalent among my so-call 'loved ones.' I was group-raped when I was eighteen by my brother, my cousins and their friends. Jimmy is my child from that rape - although Jimmy thinks he's my 'cousin' of sorts. For the last decade or so I have been continuously sexually abused - by my brother, my cousins, my sister, my father, and my husband."
While initially shock, Gail indignantly replied, "We'll get them, Lori! We'll make them pay for what they did to you. No, actually if we do it right, you'll divorce your husband and then when your family is raging about your stupidity, we'll divorce your family from your money. I love it, partner!
"Okay, so we've got to get this mock trial down pat provided you two keep your minds about you as your hands are roaming all over each other." Then Gail sighed loudly, "I'm jealous. Dirty old Lori gets to play 'cougar' with Stan, but whom do I have? This doesn't seem fair. Where's my younger guy?" Gail looked at the two of us, and then you could see a light bulb turn on in her head. "Hey, what about Jimmy? He's a cutie and eighteen?"
"Gail! He's my son," Lori cried out. "And he's..."
"Yes, Momma Bear, I know that he is not the brightest guy around - but, neither were many of my one-nighters. Jimmy, however, is a guy...a young guy...and as such must have certain physical urges...right, Stan." I shrugged my shoulders, desperately trying not to get stuck in between Lori and Gail.
"Come on, Lori, Jimmy likes me, and I liked him - before the thought of getting it on with him ever popped into my kinky mind. You know that I would never force or trick Jimmy to do anything that he doesn't want to.
"And I can help protect him because Arty won't mess around with me. Lori, you're sleeping with Stan here, and he's what...eight years younger than you. Jimmy and I are only four years apart. Look, if Jimmy doesn't want me, that's cool - and I'll still look out for him. But if Jimmy is interested in me...sexually...that's okay too. How about giving us a chance?"
Lori looked at me and then put me on the spot by saying, "So what do you think, Stan?" I gulped but realized that if Lori and I were to be a couple, Jimmy's welfare would be my concern. And on top of that, the success of a law firm would be contingent on the partners getting along, professionally and personally. Coming out of my thoughts, I realized that both Lori and Gail were expectantly looking at me for my reply.
"Lori, I know that it would be odd having Gail as a possible daughter-in-law, but as much as you may want to, you can't shelter Jimmy forever. Jimmy will eventually become interested in women - if he isn't already - and sex. You know - and trust - Gail, or you wouldn't have offered her a partnership in the law firm. You know Gail would never mislead or hurt Jimmy, and he would have a better chance of a 'normal' relationship with her than you did with your family.
"Gail, you know how much Jimmy means to Lori, and I know you would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship and future together. I know you wouldn't play with Jimmy's feelings so as to make him have sex with you no matter how hard-up you might be. I believe you know the heat you will catch by being seen socially with Jimmy and understand the cruel things people will say if the two of you become lovers. If you're willing to take that risk and responsibility for Jimmy's welfare, I think you should be given a chance."
Both Lori and Gail looked at me stunned before Gail broke the spell by saying, "You really are the 'Eyes' of our group...seeing things that others wouldn't. Are you sure you're not Clark Kent?" With that, we all laughed and hugged.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Later that evening, Lori limply held me to her with the two of us covered with sweat, my bedding drenched with our sexual fluids, and my buried penis was throbbing its last sperm into her milking pussy. "God, that was great," Lori sighed lazily as she pressed my face to one of her jutting fat nipples. "Hmmm, it's so different having sex that isn't deliberately painful, degrading, or incestuous. I definitely am getting used to someone's stiff cock and the orgasms that its owner brings me. Hmmm, definitely..."
Then shifting me to firmly seat me between her tender thighs, Lori played with my wet hair so that I could better suckle at her breast. "You were right, Stan. Sooner or later Jimmy would discover sex. He probably has? Oh, I see, masturbating. Was that something you did when you were his age? All the time? And you still do? Well, we'll see about that...why shoot your wad into a bunch of Kleenex tissue when you can do the same thing in my willing body? Point taken, huh?
"Anyway, as strange as it may seem, Gail might be what Jimmy needs. She is highly sexed and makes no bones about it. However, although she won't admit it, I know she is tender and looking for 'Mr. Right' to come along. Jimmy is but sweet and sweet on her. I know that this may sound like an arrangement, but Gail would be good for Jimmy, and Jimmy would be good for Gail.
"Gail would also look out for Jimmy and protect him not only from Arty but from my family now that Mom is gone. Yeah, my sister, Amy, would love messing with Jimmy just to get back at me. I could see her dildo-raping him like she did to me. She's really sick. God, what I'd give to see Gail beat the shit out of that Amy as you did to Arty.
"Hmmm, remembering how you punched out Arty is turning me on. Stan, how dare you? I'm not always hot-to-trot! Well, maybe I am around you. It's like I'm making up for lost time and love making in my life. Of course, I can't help but feel this way when I can feel someone's cock getting firmer while still shoved up my pussy. Maybe with a little help from my mouth and hands, I can get someone hard enough for an encore performance. I love when your spunk is forcefully injected into me...oh, shit...remind me to take my pill after we're done. Hmmm, maybe I can persuade you to visit my other nether orifice.
"All you have to do is pull out...let your jism drench my butt-hole, and then...oooh, shit Stan, give a girl some warning before you slip her some rope. What's that? Of course, not...don't you dare pull out of my butthole. Ooh yeah, ream me, baby. Ream your old lady's ass nice and easy. Ooh yeah, just like that! Just like that!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey, Jimmy," Gail said cheerfully as she knocked on the basement apartment door, "Open up. It's me, Gail. Lori asked if I could drop off your lunch. Come on, Jimmy, look through the peephole in the door to see it me and open up." The door chain could be heard being undone and the door slowly opened to reveal Jimmy.
"Hmmm, not bad," was Gail's first thought as she took in Lori's son dressed simply in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. "Six-feet, nicely muscular - Eurasian...Japanese from Lori's side...white or part-white from one of the bastards who gang-banged and knocked up Lori when she was only eighteen." Yet, as she hustled around the small apartment, cleaning up and setting things in order, Gail could help but wonder if Jimmy found her attractive at all.
"I mean I ain't nothing to look at," thought Gail to herself. "I'm twenty-two, Japanese, five-two and round. People say that I have an 'outward-going' personality which is a nice way of saying that I'm loud and brash. While I can find guys who don't mind rolling in the hay with a woman with meat on her bones, I don't see any signing up for a long-term relationship."
Then looking at Jimmy who sat eating his lunch and watching her straighten up his place, Gail had to admit to herself, "Damn, did I paint myself into a corner when I asked Lori if I could get it on with her son? I was just feeling so upset that Lori and Stan had found each other right under my nose, and I had no one. So, Jimmy popped into my head, and I made a big deal about it. Stan then had to do his King Solomon bit to settle the disagreement before scurrying Lori away to his apartment to probably hump her into blissful orgasms.
"Hey, Jimmy. How's lunch? I sorry, but I kind of threw it together when I got Lori's call saying that she had to do 'something' with Stan and asked if I could bring you some lunch. After this, we'll have to go shopping to get you some food. Then I can cook you up something really good. You don't think I got this fat without being a good cook, huh?"
"I don't think you're fat, Gail," Jimmy said without looking up from his sandwich. "I like you just the way you are." When a stunned Gail tried to put herself down in response to his compliment, Jimmy looked straight at Gail before saying, "I'm not as smart as other people...in fact I'm kind of slow...but I know what I like, and I like you, Gail, just the way you are."
Gail was so astonished that she had to sit down as she took in Jimmy calmly eating his second sandwich. "You think," she sputtered, "I'm attractive?" When the young man seated before her nodded, Gail gasped, "Ooh, Jimmy, I could kiss you!"
Swallowing the bite that he had been chewing, Jimmy looked at Gail and smiling, said, "Well, what's stopping you, Gail?
Laughing, Gail threw her arms around his neck and pulling him to her, was about to kiss his cheek when Jimmy suddenly turned a planted a kiss full on her lips. While surprised initially, Gail felt herself responding to Jimmy's awkward but passionate kiss.
"Wow, where the heck did you learn to kiss? You're kidding me? By watching television? You like kissing me? My lips are soft and taste good? Well, so are yours. You'd like to try some more? Okay, but let me show you a more enjoyable way."
Gail whispered for Jimmy to relax his lips, and when he did, kissed him softly but let the tip of her tongue slip into his receptive mouth. His tongue rose to meet her entry and after teasingly dueling, entered her mouth.
"Jeez, this kid can really kiss," Gail thought as she responded passionately. "I'm getting all hot just kissing. Who would have thought?"
"Uhm, I really like this kind of kissing," Jimmy muttered before practicing again on Gail's panting mouth, soon proving the old adage the practice makes perfect.
"Oh my god, and here Lori was worried that I would seduce Jimmy. Ha, her son has a mind of his own and is one hell of a kisser." Then breaking away for the moment, Gail said, "Jimmy, you're really turning me on. Am I turning you on too? That's good because I find you good looking...and I want to know if you want to make out."
To her surprise, Jimmy froze and pulled back slightly. "Gail, you're not going to hurt me, are you?" When he saw the questioning look on her face, he dropped his eyes and whispered, "Amy...one day caught me alone when Grandma was in another room and Lori was out of the house. She asked me if I was a big boy, and when I said I was, Amy then asked if I wanted to play a big people game called 'making out.'
"Amy then took me to the boathouse where she took off her clothes and made me do the same. She was different than Lori. Really white and skinnier with titties that were really pointy, and no hair between her legs. Suddenly Amy grabbed my...ding-ding... and started tugging on it. 'What's the matter, Jimmy,' I can remember her saying in a mean way, 'You don't like what you see? I like what I see.'
"Amy started jerking me faster and faster until I got really hard and big down there. I got scared and asked her to stop. But Amy kept pulling on my stiff ding-ding, and I really got scared because it hurt so much being that hard. I thought she was going to yank my ding-ding off
Then Amy started rubbing herself against me, making me touch her titties. She told me she wanted to 'fuck me'...for me to take my ding-ding and put it in her mouth and then the hole between her legs. However, suddenly something happened and my ding-ding exploded as it started shooting out this white stuff, spraying Amy right in the face. She was really mad and started to slap me down there. It really hurt and made me cry, but she wouldn't stop.
"Grandma came and stopped Amy. Boy, I never saw Grandma so mad as she called Amy all kinds of nasty things as she slapped Amy's face. When Grandma chased Amy away, she told me that her daughter wasn't a nice person. In fact, she told me never to go with Amy, Jason, the cousins, or any other family member anywhere unless she was with me. When I asked what had happened to my ding-ding, Grandma said that as I would find out later on, but that it was a natural thing with the right person. Are you that right person, Gail?"
After giving Jimmy a long sensuous kiss, Gail sighed, "I'd like to be, Jimmy. I hope I am. But I will tell you that I won't treat you the way Amy did. If you make out with me, it won't be a cruel game, but something that both you and I will share and enjoy with each other.
"Do you want to make me feel good, Jimmy? Then kiss me softly on my ears and then my throat. Ooh yeah, like that. What? I taste good? Good, now let me do the same to you and you tell me how it feels. Feels good, doesn't it? What? You're getting bigger in your dick? Good, because that's natural and you should see what you're doing to me.
"Jimmy, I'm getting all hot. You too? I don't want to gross you out with my blubber foils, but would it be okay if I took off my clothes? Should you take off your clothes too? Only if you want to, honey, and only if you feel comfortable doing so."
Gail gasped at Jimmy's Adonis-like body and immediately felt ashamed of her round form. However, when Gail started apologizing for her fat, Jimmy just said, "Hush, Gail. You talk too much. I like you the way you are. You're not skinny and hard like Amy. You're soft and comfortable. And you've got bigger boobies...bigger than Amy's and even Lori's...so soft and squishy. Uhm, you taste and smell really good." With that, Jimmy hugged Gail to him and let his tongue once again playing in her welcoming mouth while his hard-on pressed into her rounded belly.
"Wait, Jimmy, wait! I love kissing you and being shamelessly naked with you, but before we go any farther, I needed to know that you won't hurt me. You know, use and dump me once you've got your jollies. Do you understand, Jimmy, what I'm saying?"
"Gail, I may be a bit slow...but I'm not stupid. Of course, I want you for more than just one night. Where am I going to find a woman like you? How I want to kiss and hug you all night long. Play with your big boobies and fat nipples. Will you teach me, Gail? Teach me how to make out without those bad things that Amy did to me?"
"Jimmy, I'm not Amy, and if I ever catch that bitch, I'm going to enjoy punching out her lights outs!" At this pronouncement, Jimmy overwhelmed Gail with a flurry of kisses and bold exploratory caresses.
"Shit, Jimmy is really turning me on," Gail thought. "He's sucking my nipples and making me hot as hell. I can't get enough of him...and as far as me teaching him, Jimmy seems to have no problems putting himself right between my spread legs. I don't think he knows what he's doing - but I certainly do. Well, Gail, for better or for worse, here we go."
Then reaching between her thighs, Gail stroked Jimmy's erection. "Oooh this cock of Jimmy's feels so damn good plowing my slippery pussy slit," Gail thought to herself as she heard Jimmy gasp and then pump in her loose grasp as she guided him to her sopping wet cunt opening. "Oh, I'm such a slut, but what the shit? I love it!" Lifting her pelvis, Gail delighted in the look on Jimmy's face was one of stunned awe as his penis head breached her labia-framed vagina and sunk into her.
"Gail! What just happened?" Jimmy blurted out of concern and would have pulled back and out if he wasn't held in place by Gail's clamping thighs.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, it okay. Calm down. You're in me and you feel...God, do you feel super-good. Your ding-ding or cock is in my pussy hole. Don't worry, Jimmy. This is the way it's supposed to be. When a man - and you're a man now - and woman make out, he puts his cock in her pussy and pushes it all the way in. Now you do it, Jimmy. That's it. Shove it in. Oh yeah, shit, as far as you can. That feels good, doesn't it? You're all the way up my snatch...now pull back...but not all the way out. Now push that man-meat of yours back all the way back, Jimmy. Ooh, yeah, just like that. Keep doing that, Jimmy!
"What we're doing is also called 'fucking'. Yes, that's a bad word, except when you're doing what we're doing. Do you like fucking me, Jimmy? You do? Good, now, Jimmy, I want you to keep on fucking me. Pretty soon you'll be doing it faster and harder, and I'll be making all kinds of sounds. But don't worry. You're not hurting me. If anything, you're making me feel really good...so good that I may have an orgasm. That's when I shake and toss and say all kinds of bad things because I'm feeling super-good.
"You're going to come too, Jimmy. Just like you did when your ding-ding exploded and all the white stuff that shot into Amy's face will shoot into me. No, I don't want you holding back or being afraid. Just let it happen, Jimmy. I want you to shoot your spunk deep inside of my pussy. It'll feel great, Jimmy, I promise, and you'll understand what your Grandma meant. You'll understand, Jimmy, what making out the right way is...what lovemaking is...and if you like it, we can fuck a lot...and..."
"Gail, you talk too much. It's distracting me from enjoying you. I really like fucking you. I want to push my whole body between your legs." The pace of Jimmy's rapidly pumping penis quickened and soon all that was heard was breathless gasps, moans and groans, and the rapid tattoo of Jimmy's groin slapping resoundingly against Gail's cunt.
"Oh, don't stop, Jimmy! Faster! Harder!" Gail cried out as she took all that her young lover could give and demanded more. "I'm going to come...going to come soon...come with me, Jimmy. Shoot your spunk into my twat! Do it! Don't hold back, Jimmy! Oh, yeah, just like that, baby, bang me like the fat little bitch that I am! Oooh, shit, come, honey. Yeah, shoot! Fill me up like that! I'm coming! Arggh!! Arggh!!"
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Hours later an exhausted Gail absently sipped from her cooling latte as she lounged with an inquisitive Lori at the local Starbucks. Her eyes glanced up at her friend, then shyly back at her coffee drink.
"Gail," sighed Lori, "you called me up to have coffee with you because you wanted to talk. You forced me to leave a warm bed and an extremely amorous Stan. Who would have thought that that short, chubby nerd would be such an exquisite lover? So, talk, Gail, or I'm going back to bed with Stan. I've never seen the "Mouth" of our group so tongue-tied. What's up?"
With downcast eyes, Gail hesitantly said, "Well, Jimmy and I..." She stopped when she saw the immediate hardening of Lori's face. "No, Lori, it's not what you're thinking. I didn't take sexual advantage of your son. If anything, well, let's put it this way, Jimmy may be slow in some respects but when it comes to lovemaking, he pretty damn quick. I took him lunch as you requested...because Stan was roto-rootering your ass. I went to give him a kiss on the cheek because he gave me a compliment, and the next thing I know is that your son is full-on kissing and feeling me up.
"God, talk about moves, and once you show him how to do something, he's even better. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back with him fucking the daylights out of me. No, Lori, I didn't force him although that bitch of a sister of yours tried. She scared him pretty badly when she played cruel games with him. If I ever meet her, don't hold me back from beating the crap out of that skinny witch.
"I know Stan surprised you with his 'Clark Kent - Superman' persona, but Jimmy...well, let me put it this way, Jimmy seduced me. Jeez, talk about letting the genie of out the bottle, once he had sex, there was no stopping him. I had forgotten how an eighteen-year-old can pop a boner right after coming. Lori, Jimmy fucked me all afternoon long...no rest...non-stop...I'm so sore...my damn twat is raw from Jimmy's pussy-banging...and can you believe it, I'm still oozing his cum?"
"Good for you, you horny slut," Lori giggled at her best friend's plight. "You wanted Jimmy, and now you've got him. Who would have thought that 'Gail - the Terror of One Night Stands' - has met her match? Hmmm, who am I to talk. I may look calm and collected on the outside, but I'm so achy from Stan taking me anyway, anywhere, and anytime he...and I...want it.
"Gail, I never thought I'd be saying this but I think I'm in love. For much of my adult life, I've known nothing but incestuous abuse and degradation from my so-called loving family. I have been gang-banged, raped and sodomized, beaten, tortured, twisted, and made to feel like shit. Now for the first time in my life, I feel loved and wanted. While I'm still 'damaged goods', Stan is helping me to heal, to experience sex differently, and to start life anew.
"Maybe you can help Jimmy grow into a fine young man who from now on only knows kindness and love. His conception was pure tragedy and agony...I don't even know who's his father...but his life doesn't have to be like mine.
"Gail, my mother left me as part of her estate this small eight-bedroom, two-story 'cottage' as she used to refer to it. After graduation, Stan and I were thinking of moving there with Jimmy. Since you and Jimmy seemed to be 'getting along' with each other, how would you like to live with us? Jimmy would be really happy. What do you say, Gail?"
"Hmmm, Jimmy sleeping with me every night. I think I would get so much exercise of the sexual nature that I might actually lose some weight. Jimmy in me day and night, hmmm. Alright, but just as long as I don't have to call you 'mom.'
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And so, it came to pass that the "Three Amigos" (Lori, Gail, and I) graduated from law school with honors, passed the bar examination, and to the amazement of many, set up our law firm. Our offices were in the front-central part of the mansion because Gail wanted the law firm to be less formalized and intimidating even though we didn't have any clientele. I supported her idea as a means of reducing the firm's overhead costs even though Lori had more than enough money. Lori readily agreed since the firm's use of her mansion meant comfort and security; something that had been missing in her and Jimmy's lives.
With some hard work, we converted the mansion into our offices and living quarters. The surrounding grounds and entry were impressive yet welcoming, and the mansion's foyer easily became our reception area. One of the first-floor wings held the individual offices of the law partners, and the other wing accommodated a sizeable meeting room and a law library. The back portion of the building's center was a dining room which when combined with the reception area could double as an entertainment area for social events. A modern kitchen, utility/washroom, and a well-stocked walk-in pantry and wine room completed the back portion. At Lori's insistence, a state-of-the-art security surveillance system covered the grounds, our offices, and the stairway to the second floor.
Upstairs were our private living quarters with one wing for Lori and me, and the other wing for Gail and Jimmy. Lori knew the true nature of her family was that of incestuous perversity mixed with a large dosage of assumed privilege common to the "old money." She knew that her family would not take kindly once her plans for legal and financial revenge were put into play. Lori knew that if given a change, her so-call family would attempt to strike at the weakest, Jimmy, and were arrogant enough to do so on our home-ground.
We all accepted that for now Jimmy needed to be safeguarded, and Gail made it her primary responsibility to keep an eye on Jimmy, her younger lover. Of course, Jimmy had a simple view of life and didn't understand the precarious situation he was in or for that matter, the meaning of working for a living. To Jimmy, all that mattered was Gail, his first love and willing sexual partner and tutor. The strange thing was that Jimmy was Gail's first love and although she had many liaisons, Jimmy taught Gail a thing or two.
"God, I have created a sexual monster!" exclaimed a seemingly exhausted Gail as she plopped herself weary in a chair during the team's scheduled meeting. "Lori, your boy is simply insatiable. I'm losing so much sleep and weight because he's so busy humping this round fatness of mine. Can you believe he loves me being 'hefty' as he refers to my fat folds? And to think that that I used to troll the bars for one-night stands.
"Jimmy needs to keep busy like the rest of us and so he's cleaning upstairs and doing the laundry. No Lori...I'm not mistreating Jimmy. He's really into the domestic chores because it makes him feel like he's working and contributing to the household. It also gives me a chance to practice law instead of on my knees giving Jimmy blow jobs...God, he's got the sweetest cum I've ever tasted.
"Oh my, now that I embarrassed all of us by disclosing my bedroom secrets, where are we with 'Operation Klingon Proverb' that says, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'? Now, the last time Jimmy let me out of his clutches, I recall...hmm...we had divorced you from your husband for infidelity so that he couldn't touch your money."
"As far was step two," I chimed in, "Kudos, Lori, for quietly asserting yourself as the major stockholder in your Mom's corporation for which you were already a trustee and the executor of your Mom's trust. Your so-called "father" may be the CEO of the corporation, but it's in name only since he doesn't care for making needed business decisions. All he's interested in is the title, the perks it brings, and access to the corporation's financial assets."
"You're correct, Stan. I've spoken quietly to the individual trustees and made my pleasure known. Many supported me mainly because my father is viewed as a boor and financially incompetent. To put it simply, he's is so disliked that I am viewed as a welcomed change of leadership. For those few who have benefited from my father, I've made it quite clear that their silence and full cooperation is expected if they wish to remain a trustee. Now, it is just a matter of 'tightening the purse strings' of first my loving siblings and then my father.
"I expect Jason and Amy to react when they discover their funds that used to magically fall out of the air, have disappeared. Jason has never worked a day in his life. He's just into the good life of fast cars, booze, drugs, and sex. As for Amy, the only work she has done was on her back. She's not even a member of the oldest profession because she gives her scrawny body away for free. I expect the two to somehow make their viewpoints known soon and in person.
"That's why I wanted that surveillance system. Stan and Gail, whatever happens, don't lose your cool when you meet my siblings. They will push you, bully you, and try to intimidate you. They have lived the life of the privileged rich and were raised thinking they have legal immunity. And that is their weakness. They cannot image ordinary folk standing up to them now that they no longer have their protection - money.
"What about my 'father'? Oh, he's last...it'll take some time to stage the final act just right, but the old bastard's end will eventually come. He'll be stripped of his standing in the world of business and especially in high society. The latter will be the worse for among the 'old society,' it's a dog-eat-dog world and the weak and crippled don't last long. I plan to ream the son-of-a-bitch a new asshole that will be ten-times more painful than what he did to me in the wine cellar on my twentieth birthday."
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"Oh my God, Stan," Lori groaned into the bed sheets drenched with their sweat and sexual fluids, "you really give me an incredible ass-reaming. Goddamn, my goddamn butthole will be burning for days to come...umm...but, how I love feeling you throbbing inside of me while your spunk leaks. Shit, Stan, how much did you hose into me? Hmmm, I love it. Huh, and to think that when my 'father' sodomized me that first time, I thought I was going to die. Now I'm the CEO and Board Chair of my mother's sizeable corporation and I love being butt-fucked by my short pudgy live-in lover and law partner.
"Hmmm, now that you've finished anally ravishing me, tell me about what happened between you and Jason. Was he surprised when you 'confronted' him?"
"Was he?" I murmured as I tenderly lifted the damp ebony hair of my lover to kiss the back of her neck, enjoying the shivers that shot though her tall supple Japanese figure. "Like a lot of rich assholes, Jason has gotten into the habit of relying on his money to do his talking. Unfortunately, now that he's broke, he resorted to bullying." Pressing into Lori's buns, I clutched her to me to roll her into a spooning position and let my fingers lazily twiddle with her stiff meaty nipples.
"Jason really thought that his family name would cower me and can you believe it, he used that worn-out phrase, 'Do you know who my family is?' When it didn't faze me, he tried to assert himself by treating me as an inferior. While I may be the son of the proverbial Chinese cook, my dad was a hard-working man who put me through college and law school, and I'm very proud of him.
Well, when Jason's patrician's attitude didn't work, Jason tried to shock me by talking about your 'sexual proclivity' from the time you were a teenager. However, he was stunned when I called him a gutless wonder who needed to get a naïve eighteen-year- old drunk and have others hold you down while he raped you. I call him a 'little prick' who had to have others to help him gang up on a drunk and helpless teenage girl."
With a low chuckle, Stan continued, "You were right. The rich don't mind misbehaving as long as they can do so in private. By throwing in Jason's face that knew his dirty little secrets and his lack of masculinity, it was more than he could take. The silly goose actually took two swings at me - I wanted to make sure the security system had good footage that I did my best to avoid fisticuffs. However, after his third try, I let him have it - in self-defense, of course."
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