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Chapter 9– Sisterly Love 3
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
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This is Coleman's side of the story. I laughed my ass off when I read it. Brooke is lucky to be rid of the pompous asshole.
I agreed to write this since Brooke and I have decided to remain friends even though we have ended our relationship as a couple. All I can say Rozz is that I nor Keith or Charles would have hard feeling toward you except for what happened to the three of us sometime after midnight. The dancing and goings on under the tent were wild but hell it was a wedding. We three guys had a great experience after we went into the Donaldson mansion but like I said what happened in the dungeon after the witching hour was not something I would ever want to repeat. Your new in-laws have a very outré idea of how to entertain guests.
Except for a few minor details I agree with Brooke's account of the time that the six of us were together enjoying dinner and dancing under the big tent. That grind dancing was hot, very hot. I practically blew my load when this red head captured by cock in her butt cheeks and worked it. Man could she work it. Forcing the women up on the table to get naked and dance was inspired and whether Brooke and Regine are willing to admit it or not, they had a good time doing the bump and grind for everybody.
Of course, you didn't see any of that since you were under the table passed out with two soldiers fucking your brains out. Most brides are faithful for at least twenty-four hours. What kind of a slut bride gets screwed at her wedding reception, Rozz?
I wasn't there for the girl's gang rape but I would have liked to see it. The three of them carry on like it was the end of the world. Those soldiers were just returned from that shithole called Afghanistan risking their lives to defend our country. Those bimbos should have been proud to give them a piece of ass as a way of saying thank you.
So they were a little rough. Who are you and Brooke kidding? We all know that the two of you prefer it that way. Those guys in the military are real animals when it comes to pussy. That's why you're married Trace who impresses me as a man's man. Rozz, if you're anything like your sister, you love being whipped and fucked preferably with audience participation.
What did those stupid bitches expect from trained killers. They're not programmed to ask politely for a piece of ass. They're programmed to rape and pillage. Let's face it. All we guys prefer rape. But it's those Special Ops guys who have the balls to make it happen. Putting on that uniform gives you a different perspective about the meaning of the word, 'No'.
I showed this to Keith and Charles and they're all right with it. However, they wouldn't want it getting out on the Internet or being published in some way. I'm counting on a little discretion is what I'm trying to say.
Once inside, Keith and I met Charlie wondering about on the second floor of the mansion. He had a bizarre story to tell.
He was walking the hall looking for some action when a bedroom door opened and this skinny little man stepped out and asked to talk. The guy was in his briefs. Charlie could look into the bedroom and he saw this pretty decent looking woman lying on the bed. She was naked and working her cunt with a vibrator.
"Young fellow, I need a favor," said the guy to Charlie.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck my wife?" said the guy.
"Why don't you fuck her?" said Charlie suspicious, his gaydar went on alert.
"I already have. But she wants me to eat her creampie."
"Creampie, what the fuck's that?"
"You never sucked a pussy full of another guy's jism."
"No." Charlie is a straight arrow.
"Well, that's called a creampie. I like creampies. Would you do me a favor and drop a load in Estelle's cunt? My wife's a hot piece of ass, everybody says so."
"Just with her, I'm not in anything bisexual," said Charlie.
"Understood, name's Frank," said the man extending his hand.
"Charlie,' said Charlie.
"This is Charlie, Estelle," said Frank as soon as they closed the bedroom door.
"Hi, Charlie, come over here and let me suck your cock," said Estelle all the while working her clit. Charlie said she had one of those big clits and thick pussy lips like women get when they play with themselves all the time.
Charlie walked over to the bed and stood there while Estelle unzipped his trousers. At that point she discovered Charlie's secret, nine and one half inches of extra thick cock with a large mushroom head. There's enough mushroom head there to keep small animals out of the rain. The shaft is covered with veins and when it's hard it has that angry red look that women adore. The length is exceptional but it's the girth that makes it rare according to Charlie. A woman has to wear a man's glove size to get her hand around it.
"Woman love the feeling of having their cunt stuffed to the point it's about to burst, expanding their hole right at the entrance is what really counts, that's where all the nerve endings are," was how Charlie put it. He should know.
Keith and I had seen grown women weep with joy when that king sized trouser snake made its appearance.
"God that's beautiful, come over here Frank, right this minute," said Estelle as she passed her tongue over Charlie's cock head.
"Yes, Estelle," said Frank in a weak voice as he approached the bed.
"See that Frank, that's a real cock, the kind a woman like me needs."
"Yes, Estelle, it's very large."
"You're fucking right it is, you Goddamn little wimp. Show Charlie that pathetic little dick of yours."
"I'd rather not," whined Frank.
"You do as you're told you dickless wonder or you'll never again have the strap on up that skinny butt of yours."
When he entered the room, Charlie had noticed the leather harness and the huge strap on dildo sitting on the nightstand. There was a partially used tube of K-Y beside it. Charlie flinched at the thought of something that large burrowing up his ass.
"I'm too embarrassed," whined Frank.
"You should be. Now drop your drawers so Charlie can see why I'm forced to let other men fuck me," said Estelle.
"Yes, Estelle," said Frank pulling down his briefs to expose a cock that Charlie judged was less than average.
"What do you think, Charlie, it's a tiny little weenie, right?"
"I don't want to be rude," said Charlie.
"Don't worry about it. Go ahead tell Frank what you think. You want to hear it, don't you Frank?"
"Yes, Estelle."
"It's smaller than average," said Charlie.
"Charlie's a gentleman. Face it, husband of mine, compared to Charlie, you're needle dick Frank, the bug fucker."
"You're right, Estelle," said Frank looking down. His eyes were starting to tear but his cock was getting hard.
"Of course, I'm right now kneel down and kiss Charlie's cock, you little worm," said Estelle.
"Hey, I said I'm not in any gay stuff," said Charlie.
"Just one kiss, that's all," said Estelle.
"Just one," said Charlie.
"You heard Charlie, plant a kiss right on the tip," said Estelle.
Charlie tensed up a little but Frank did as he was told and kissed the head of Charlie's cock. Charlie saw there were tears in Frank's eyes but he figured those were part of the drama.
"Lay down and relax, Charlie. Frank, sit on the edge of the bed and watch me suck Charlie's cock."
Estelle proved to be a talented cocksucker. She occasionally taunted Frank as she sucked Charlie.
"This is a real mouthful, not like that Popsicle stick of yours, Frank," said Estelle.
"I can't wait to shove this up my twat. I only wish your mother was here to see this. She told me your dad had an itsy bitsy penis and she had to take her satisfaction from the black gardener. You remember old Earl, don't you Frank."
"Yes, Estelle, he was with the family for many years," said Frank who was fisting his cock as he watched.
"I did old Earl once right after we got back from our honeymoon. He screwed me in that shed where he keeps his tools. Earl spread me out on a bag of Scott's Weed-Be-Gone and filled my pussy with his own brand of fertilizer," said Estelle.
"I remember you telling me about that, Estelle. You said he had a big cock," said Frank furiously masturbating.
"It was large, not as large as Charlie's here but it was a pussy stuffer. He did your mother there every Wednesday afternoon. Then she'd go back in the house and make your dad lie on the floor with his mouth open while she straddled him. Your daddy loved chocolate cream pies, didn't he Frank?"
"Yes, Estelle, he looked forwards to Wednesdays."
"Watch me choke on Charlie's dick, Frank," said Estelle forcing Charlie's cock into her throat until she choked and gagged. Drool seeped over her chin when she was forced to remove it.
"See me stuff that big sausage in my throat and choke. That's what a real man can do to a woman like me."
"Yes, Estelle."
"Keep jerking that mini-meat of yours Frank while I get a real fucking," said Estelle climbing up on Charlie.
Estelle applied a liberal dose of K-Y to Charlie's shaft then handed the tube to Frank.
"Lube my cunt up, Frank, so I can fuck Charlie. Any man who helps another man to fuck his wife isn't a real man at all, is he Frank?"
"You're right, Estelle. I'm pathetic,' said Frank squirting the lubricant first on his hand the working it into Estelle's vagina.
"I'm ready," said Estelle bringing her feet under her to squat over Charlie's erect cock. She parted her labia with one hand while using the other to position his cock head at her entrance.
"Watch Frank, watch your wife's pussy take this great big dick," said Estelle lowering herself slight to take the cockhead just inside the entrance.
The sheer size of Charlie's cock stopped her for moment.
"Oh fuck I'm in love, you married Charlie?" said Estelle her face grimacing as in-by-inch she forced Charlie's cock inside. Charlie shook his head no in answer to Estelle's question.
"I'm going to divorce Frank and marry you. I'm very rich," said Estelle.
"I'm staying single for now," said Charlie.
"Don't blame you. With a cock like that, you must have a line of sluts all waiting for their turn."
"I do all right."
"Frank on the other hand can't get a piece of ass unless he pays for it. Can you Frank?"
"Yes, Estelle I have to pay," said Frank.
"He's got this little black street whore he visits on Monday. What's her name, Frank?"
"Senora," said Frank.
"Senora, funny name for a whore," said Estelle. "Frank didn't think I knew about his little black bitch until last month, right Frank?"
"Yes Estelle, I thought you didn't know about her."
"I had her come over and bring her pimp and two friends of his. Tell Charlie what happened, Frank."
"I watched while you and Senora fucked them," said Frank.
"And afterwards?"
"I ate your creampies," said Frank.
"It was Frank's birthday I wanted to do something special," said Estelle as she forced the last two inches of Charlie's cock inside her.
"Oh shit, now that's what I call a dick," said Estelle when her bottom was resting on Charlie's groin.
"See Frank how it stretches my hole, pushing deeper than your little peepee has ever been," said Estelle as she began rocking back and forth.
"Oh Goddamn that feels fine. Charlie's a real man, not like you Frank. If you had Charlie's cock, I wouldn't need to go out night after night and fuck all those men with big cocks."
The strangeness of the scene turned Charlie on. He felt some sympathy for Frank that fueled his desire to give Estelle a good pounding. He rolled over on top of Estelle grabbed her legs to bend her double and gave her a good thirty slam pumps.
"I wanted to get the bitch so sore she walked bowlegged for a month," was how Charlie expressed it.
Then he flipped her over and took her dog style. He used his thumbs to force her anus open as he pummeled her rear. He forced her flat against the bed and reached one hand underneath her and dug his nails into her areola.
"But I was just kidding myself, she was one of those bitches that the harder you fuck them the more they like it," said Charlie later when we were discussing your wedding, Rozz. You and Brooke could certainly claim an affinity with Estelle. I've seen the two of you begging to be used like a pig slut.
Estelle was one of those women that focused her entire being on the cock inside her. She cursed, groaned, grunted, and begged for more until Charlie emptied his balls in her pussy. Charlie rolled off breathing heavily.
"Come her sweetie and get your creampie while its fresh," said Estelle spreading her legs as Frank leaped between them. He had a look of pure delight on his face.
Charlie watched as Frank eagerly slipped his tongue into Estelle's vagina to nosily scoop up Charlie's semen and swallow it.
"That's right, Frank baby, Charlie put a big load in there for my darling husband to suck out," cooed Estelle to Frank.
Charlie watched for a while unable to comprehend the scene then silently rose, dressed and slipped away.
"Thanks, Charlie," yelled Frank as Charlie closed the bedroom door behind him.
"Yea, Charlie, come visit us in Westport," added Estelle. "Our daughter would love to meet you."
"It was just so fucking weird," was how Charlie summed it up.
"Nothing happening here, let's try the third floor," Keith suggested after we had walked around finding the bedrooms mostly empty.
The sound of girlish giggles drew us to the corner bedroom of the third floor. We quietly opened the door. There were five young girls sitting in a circle on the floor. How young I refuse to say and for that matter I didn't ask. I can only note that a couple of them had little animals on their cotton panties and their breasts had that puffy little girl look that we grown men adore. There wasn't a woman's tit in the bunch. I'd guess junior high. I know there are laws about the age of consent but there were things going on in that place that made you think there were no rules.
They were smoking a joint passing it around using a roach clip. The girls were still dressed in their wedding best except for one of them who was wearing only a thong panty and a bra. The totally odd thing was that a completely nude adult male was passed out on a nearby couch. He looked to be middle aged and he was gonzo.
"Private party," one of the girls yelled. The other girls thought that was hilarious but you know how marijuana affects kids.
"All right," I said starting to close the door.
"You guys got any weed?" asked the girl who was semi-dressed. She turned out to be the alpha female of the group. Her name was Leslie.
"Sure do, the finest genetically modified product hydroponically grown in Vancouver, BC. It's THC level is off the scale," said Keith reaching in his pocket to extract a sizeable Ziploc bag of 420. As we all know, Keith goes to considerable effort and expense to import only the most potent weed.
"No fucking way, you're lying," said Leslie who had hopped up to rush over and examine Keith's stash. The fact that Leslie didn't hesitate to rush over to three strange males dressed in her undies impressed me.
Keith unlocked the Ziploc allowing Leslie to take a deep inhale of the contents. I stood there with Charlie admiring her skinny young ass and wondering just how tight her holes were. Leslie was tall, skinny as a rail with boyish hips. The bra seemed superfluous.
"Shit, that's for real," exclaimed Leslie after taking a deep inhalation of the bag's contents.
"How would you know?" said this petite blonde angel whose name was Mimsie. That was a nickname for something. I can't recall what.
"Mimsie, this shit you bought sucks, we can't get high off this," said one of the others who name was Samantha or Sam and she was the pudgy one of the five, not really fat, more like baby fat. God they were so fucking young it got me horny. Charlie was eying Leslie like he was ready to rape her. She was taller than the rest with curly black hair. I was dying to know what kind of bush she had under that thong. The front of the thong contained the words, 'eye candy'.
"If we let you stay, will you let us smoke your weed," said Leslie?
"That depends, we want to party," said Keith who knew what he wanted to bargain for but couldn't quite say it to a girl so young.
"Party, you mean you are expecting to fuck us if you give us some of your dope?" said Leslie in that teasing little girl voice that was getting me hard.
"Yea, kind of," replied Keith. I answered wondering why there were no girls in my junior high like Leslie.
"Guys, these gentlemen will let us smoke their dope if we agree to fuck them, what does everybody think?" announced Leslie to the group. She spoke in a way you'd expect a leader to speak.
"You can't expect someone to give you quality dope without expecting something in return," said Mimsie thoughtfully. They were obviously playing us.
"There's just one problem, right Corrine," said Samantha. She was speaking to a freckled faced red headed girl that had the face of one of those teenage movie stars. She was the beauty of the bunch. Corrine looked sheepish like she knew she was about to be embarrassed.
"What's wrong with Corrine? She looks pretty cute to me," I said. That occasioned some smirks and giggles from the other four. But Corrine smiled at my remark. Women are such competitive cunts. You complement a guy in front of his buds and they all feel good for him. Do the same for a girl and her so-called friends do their best to cut her down. That happens whether they're in junior high or a senior citizens home.
"Corrine's a virgin," said Mimsie who I gathered was the resident bitch.
"Her Uncle Lucius was going to deflower her but he drank too much and passed out. We can't wake him up," said Leslie matter of factly as she stepped over to the couch took Lucius's limp cock in one hand gave it a couple of strokes to illustrate its hopeless condition then released it.
I intuited that the five had gathered to watch Corrine's Uncle Lucius take her virginity but her idiot uncle had consumed too much of the 1996 and was dead to the world. What a loser! How would you like to wake up and find out you had missed the opportunity to take your cute little niece's cherry while her girl friends watched.
"I'd be glad to substitute for Uncle Lucius if it's all right with Corrine," I offered. I got another big smile from Corrine. You would have thought that having her cherry busted was on her must do list for that day.
"So, here's the deal, your dope for our pussy," said Leslie producing a Laredo roller and a packet of EZ-Wider papers from one of those plastic backpacks that kids lug around with them. She was trying to sound grown up as she spoke. I thought it was a hell of a way to put things for someone her age.
"That's the deal," I replied taken back at her blunt way of stating it.
The other girls quickly murmured their assent to the quid pro quo. My God I thought a girl had to reach college age before she was ready to do the nasty for a couple of tokes.
"Let's get naked," said Leslie reaching back to unhook her bra as she walked back to the circle. The thong came off too and she tossed it over toward the couch where it landed on Uncle Lucius.
Keith later remarked that Leslie changed his entire outlook toward what made a woman sexy.
"No womanly hips, almost non existent boobs, flat butt, long thin thighs, I got an instant hardon, I wondered if I was secretly gay, Leslie looked like a boy and I wanted to fuck her so bad my dick hurt," said Keith.
The other four looked around at each other and at Leslie who was busily feeding grass into the Laredo roller. There was just a moment's hesitation before they followed their leader.
Mary Janes were kicked off, leggings pulled down, short little skirts and dresses removed along with their under things. In less than a minute, I was standing there with my mouth open looking at five naked pieces of jailbait.
My cock was hard as a rock. Corrine's pussy was decorated with a tiny swath of red hair. I'm going to eat her cute little snatch and then fuck her I told myself. Even Samantha, the overweight one looked good to me. I was wondering if I had the stamina to fuck all five of them. We had been too busy watching to undress ourselves.
"Well, let's see what you got," said Leslie standing there legs apart about to light a freshly rolled joint.
From my perspective this speaks for itself. Enough said. Read on.
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