Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2021 10:59:03 -0400 From: Dirty OldMan Subject: Son of a Whore - Chapter 3 Author's note: Adults ONLY!!! Deviant sexual descriptions ahead! If you shouldn't be here, LEAVE NOW!!! If you can, Please consider donating to Nifty! They provide a great service and could use Your help!!! Now on with the tale... Son of a Whore Chapter Three - The First Night I could see the shock in Cleo's expression. I didn't know that the reason for her shock was that she'd never been invited into her father's bedroom for the night. While the man had few moral scruples, as was apparent by his succession of boys he's kept and his willingness to let his boys breed the women in his life, he did set a line at incest and had never crossed that line. In the same way he refused, and rightly so, to allow Rufus to impregnate his sister Wilma, he'd never touched his daughter in a sexual manner. Once everyone got up from the table, Rufus put an arm around Percy and, with a look to Byron he said, "Come on boys, lets go have some fun and then we can get some shut-eye." Byron cast a quick glance toward Cleo, and then followed the tall black man and the feminine white guy out of the great-room. Miss Wilma and the children began to clear the table. Mr. Win turned and began to walk away. I scurried to follow him, hearing Cleo's stomping gate behind me. Mister's room was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was big and open, with huge windows looking out on the lake and into the woods, on one side was a huge bed and on the other side were a couch, a couple easy chairs and two other pieces of furniture that I didn't recognize. One was a padded bench that looked too tall to be used as a seat and the other was obviously a chair of sorts, but there were extensions for both arms and legs to rest on and the seat was split in half, so when you were sitting on it you'd have one butt-cheek on each half and everything in between would be exposed (imagine a roughly made "stirrup chair" that might be in a modern OB/GYN office, with a few modifications). There were also several paddles, whips and other such devices hanging on the far wall, just the other side of the bizarre furniture. I didn't know what to think about all the equipment I was seeing and admit that the thought of Mr. Win using one of those paddles or whips on me, or whatever else he had hanging on that wall, scared the bejesus out of me. Once we were all in his room, he turned to look at Cleo, "Now baby girl, I know you aren't happy about this, but some day I think you will understand why I'm not going to let that hairy, little mother-fucker breed you and give you your first baby. Like I told you when you first started bleeding every month and told me you wanted to get pregnant, that I would decide when the time was right for you to have a baby and that I would decide who will father my first grandchild." Then he turned to me and continued, "I know it might be a few months yet before you got potent enough sperm to get the job done, but I'm assuming you have never been with a girl before and there's no time like the present to get you familiar with a pussy and teach you how to fuck, so you'll know what you're doing when the time comes." To that end, he told Cleo to sit on the strange chair. By her expression it was clear that she'd rather be doing almost anything else, however she did as her father told her without complaint. Once she got settled, I understood at least in part, how the odd chair worked. The girl was reclined back a bit and with each of her legs on one of the supports and the seat of the chair split down the middle, everything between Cleo's now widespread legs was completely exposed and accessible. She turned her head to the side, so she wasn't looking at neither me, nor her father, as the man told me what he wanted me to do. "Get down there and take a look," he said, pointing to the space between Cleo's outstretched legs. "I know you grew up around a bunch of whores who'd spread their legs for anyone with a buck or two, but I'll bet that you never got up-close and personal with a cunt before." He was right. I'd seen girl's pussies before, when we'd play "I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours," as young kids, but those were always quick glances and there was never any touching. So I did as Mister ordered me to do and got down between Cleo's legs and started to look around. I noticed her smell was much different than the strong, masculine scent from between her father's, or Byron's legs. And, getting my first good look at what a girl has down there, I was intrigued. She had a scant puff of dark curls above her pussy and at the very top of it, there was a little, hooded nodule-like thing and right below that her slit began and went down, stopping less than an inch from her butt-hole, which was also completely exposed to me. As I'd noticed when I was under the dinner table, the lips of her pussy barely protruded from inside her slit, unlike her mother's, who's lips not only stuck out, but seemed to protrude as though they'd start flapping if she went naked outdoors in a strong wind. Cleo's pussy was also different from the younger Rose's, in that while Cleo's nether-lips weren't as prominent as their mother's, the youngest girl's couldn't even be seen - I could only see the tight crack of her pussy when I was under the table. "Go ahead and touch her, boy," I'd been so focused on what was in front of me, that I hadn't noticed Mr. Winston coming right up behind me, and he startled me when he spoke. I gave a little jump, he chuckled, then added, "Don't worry, that little snatch of hers ain't going to bite you." I reached out and put my finger at the top of her pussy, right on the tiny bump, which was cloaked by a tiny flap of skin. The moment my fingertip made contact with Cleo there, she let out a hiss and her body shuddered. I heard the man chuckle behind me and I pulled my hand back, wondering if I'd hurt the girl. "You go right for the main event, huh boy?" He said under his chuckling. "That little nub there is her clitoris. It's the most sensitive part of a girl's pussy, it's kind of like the head of your dick." I reached out and touched the tiny protuberance again, and again Cleo let out a breathy gasp. A moment later the man suggested, "Slide your finger down a bit, over her gash. Just feel how soft and hot she is." I did as told and ran my fingertip down the length of her pussy, only stopping when my finger reached the space between her slit and her butt-hole. Then I ran my finger back up to the little nub, which made the girl gasp again. I repeated the action again, only this time applying a bit more pressure, and this time the very tip of my finger parted her lips and not only could I feel how incredibly hot she was down there, I also noticed that she was also becoming moist from within her slit. "Now you probably figured out that I like boys more than girls," he said, as I ran my finger over Cleo's slit one more time, this time pushing my fingertip a bit deeper between her lips. "I only fucked two cunts in my life, and only seven times total." I could feel my little dick waking up and becoming stiff as I touched the girl's pussy. "The first time was a girl I'd grown up with and she decided she wanted my cock back when I was only a little older than you. I'd already fucked a few boys by that point and was pretty sure that they turned me on more than a girl could, but decided that it couldn't hurt to give it a try and at that age any tight, wet hole could get me off. And go figure that I knocked the little bitch up with that one fuck. Once her daddy found out she was expecting and he got with my daddy and they started talking about marriage and all, I didn't want any part of that, so I just took off and never looked back. I don't even know if she poppes out a boy or a girl." By this point, I'd been slowly increasing the pressure of my finger as I moved it up and down Cleo's slit, and now the tip of my finger, to the first knuckle, was worming its way into her hot, wet pussy. Mister continued his story. "It was almost ten years that I was on my own. I moved around a lot, took odd jobs to eat, and found the occasional boy to fuck when I could. But everything changed about fifteen years ago, when I got a real job and started to make real money. I worked my ass off for a few years and saved up all I could. I just had enough to but this property, with a little left over to bring Rufus and Miss Wilma home with me." He paused again and chuckled under his breath a moment before continuing, "Honestly, I didn't have any desire for a girl, I only wanted the boy, but the two of them were so close and they begged me to take on both of them, and I figured that having a woman who could cook and clean wouldn't be so bad, so I agreed and brought them both here." It was right around that point that I discovered the hole toward the bottom of Cleo's pussy and started to slowly stick my finger inside. I got my finger into it to about the second knuckle, before I hit a barrier inside her. I pushed against the blockage, and Cleo gasped when I did, but neither of us said anything, as Mr. Win continued his tale. "So those first few months Rufus and I got really close, he was a great little cock sucker and once I got him used to it, he'd beg me to fuck him up the ass almost every night. But then Miss Wilma tells me she wants a baby." When he paused this time, I pulled my finger out of Cleo's pussy and examined the slippery stuff on my finger, and then I sniffed it, and, feeling my face turn red, knowing that Mister was watching my every move, I put that finger in my mouth to taste Cleo's wetness. "Honestly, having such an eager boy to service me in any way I wanted..." his next words sort of floated off, Mister having taken a pleasant trip down memory lane, "Rufus was such a beautiful boy, so lean and tight, and so willing to let me do whatever I wanted, I had no need, nor any desire to get busy with a girl. But Miss Wilma wanted a baby real bad and, since it was just the three of us here and, and being that her and Rufus brother and sister, I couldn't let him knock her up, which meant I had to do it. "Now if you ain't figured it out yet, my sweet Cleopatra there is a virgin, as was her mamma the first time I got to her." His next words came out like an 'aside' in a play, "That's why your finger don't go in more than an inch and a half or so." Then he told me to use my fingers to spread Cleo's pussy-lips apart, so I could see what was going on inside there."See how she's got that hole there, but down inside there's that little strip of skin covering it? That's her maidenhead, or her cherry, as some call it. The first time a girl gets fucked, it tears her cherry open and once that happens, she ain't a virgin no more. "Good lord, you should have heard Miss Wilma holler and carry on like she she was dying that first time I stuck it to her. Even Rufus didn't put up as much of a fuss the first time I nailed his tight, little, black ass with my big ol' cock.. "Well, I had her flat on her back and I was on top of her when I fucked her that first time and I swear, she did all she could to get out from under me, but I was so much bigger than her that she didn't have a chance, I just held her down and did my thing. I'm almost grateful she struggled so much that first time, because I wasn't sure if my cock would stay hard for long enough to get my sperm up in her. But the way she was wiggling and squirming under me kind of set me off and I ended up only needing to fuck her for a few minutes before I filled her cunt up with sperm. "I only ever fucked Miss Wilma six times, all within only three days. We figured out which day she'd most likely have an egg in there to fertilize and I fucked her twice the day before, twice on that day and twice the day after, and nine months later she popped out this beautiful baby girl." Well, the man's beautiful baby girl, now old enough to have a baby of her own, was spread wide and I how had two fingers exploring her pussy and, it seemed as each minute passed, Cleo's gash got even hotter and wetter. "Now I don't know you well enough yet to know if you're more like Percy, who never even dreamed about sticking his dick in in a cunt but wouldn't think twice about sucking a cock or taking one up his ass, or if you're like Byron, who fought me so hard when he first got here, I nearly had to hold him down and plug his nose to get him to get his mouth open to suck my cock that first time, but then you should have seen how excited he got when I told him that I was going to let him fuck Miss Wilma to give her another baby. Or maybe you're somewhere in between the two, like Carlos, who just loves getting it on and he don't care if it's a man or a woman he'd doing. "But I'm going to guess by looking down at that little hard-on you got playing with that girl's cunt, that we're not going to have any trouble getting you hard to fuck my baby girl, it's only if you got enough sperm in your little balls to knock her up now, or if it will take a few more months before you can make a baby inside her." So, if you would have told me twenty-four hours before that a day later I would be however many miles away from everything and everyone I'd ever known, stripped naked and in a room with a naked man and his naked daughter, that I'd be playing with the naked girl's pussy as her father watched on and actually was encouraging me to become intimate with the his baby girl, I would have said that you were either drunk or crazy. Yet, there I was, there she was, and right behind me, he was there. "Now the main problem I had that first time I fucked Miss Wilma was that I didn't spend enough time getting her juiced up before I stuck it in her. That's why I got you playing with Cleopatra's cunt like you are. See, she's getting all wet and the wetter she gets, the easier it's gonna be to get your cock up in her." Her pussy was now dripping with moisture, as were the two fingers I was using to explore her. I assumed Mr. Win knew what he was talking about, and couldn't believe he was going to make me fuck his daughter, let alone fuck her with the intent of impregnating her with my child. I mean, I wasn't even thirteen years old yet and I'd only been spurting spunk for two or three months now, and yet I couldn't ignore the sensations rushing through my body, specifically down between my legs, at the thought of what I was about to do. Then I felt the man's hand on the back of my head and he said, "I saw you taste her off your finger a bit ago," and then he started pushing my face into her crotch, "Why don't you take a taste right from the source," and as he finished the words, my mouth made contact with her wet gash. "Now lick her, boy." I did as I was told. Eating out Cleo's pussy was an interesting experience. I'd been exposed to so many new things since that morning, that it was all sort of a blur. However the first time I sucked Mr. Win's cock and just then, using my mouth on a pussy for the first time, both stuck out in my mind and those memories will be with me for a long time afterward. As was, a few minutes later, the memory of the first time I stuck my cock into the body of another person (not including the boys who'd sucked on me, way back before I could even achieve an orgasm). I licked and sucked and nibbled on Cleo's cunt (that seemed to be Mister's preferred word for it), for several minutes and as I did, my excitement grew. I don't know if I was becoming so turned on because I was about to fuck a girl, or because her father, who's cock I'd already sucked, was right there watching everything I did, or if it was just because I was extremely horny because I hadn't gotten off in a few days. But whatever the reason, my little dick was throbbing so hard it was starting to hurt a little. Finally the man put his hand on the back of my head again and this time, instead of pushing my face into his daughter's cunt, he pulled me away from it. I could see that the whole area between her legs was smeared with her slick juices, and even though I couldn't see it, by the way it felt, I knew that my face was coated by her wetness too. Once he had my face out from between her legs, Mister pulled me all the way up so I was standing. Once on my feet, still between Cleo's outstretched legs, I realized that our crotches were just about on the same level. I stood there not moving, not knowing what I should do, not knowing what Mister wanted me to do. And I think Mister was enjoying my anxiety over the situation, because for several long moments the only sound to be heard was our breathing. And then Mr. Win barked out, "So you Filthy little Cock Sucker, are you ready to pop my baby girl's cherry and fuck your sperm up her cunt?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead I felt his big hand on my butt and he started pushing me right up against Cleo's crotch. I almost spurted when Mr. Win reached down and took a hold of my hard, little spike and guided it to his daughter's pussy. I moaned a bit when he rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, getting it wet with her juices. My dick wasn't that big, just shy of five inches, and it was only about as big around as Mr. Win's little, pinkey finger. Once the man had it lined up with Cleo's pussy, he started to press against my butt, slowly forcing my erection into the girl's hole. Just when I felt my dick bottom out, with only a bit over an inch of my slim shaft inside her, Cleo let out a gasp. And then she cried out, "Please don't do this, Papa. Please let Byron be my first." There was a bit more pressure on my butt, pushing me in tighter to Cleo's crotch, my dick was beginning to hurt a little, as it was being forced into a hole that, as of that moment, wasn't deep enough for me to get it all inside. "We've talked about this, Cleopatra," he grunted and pushed at my butt just a bit harder. Cleo let out a cry and I almost did too - the pressure on the tip of my dick was becoming extremely uncomfortable. "Byron can fuck you all you want, after this Filthy Cock Sucker has got a baby growing inside you." He pushed a bit harder and the pain on my dick became almost unbearable. "But until then..." If he spoke after that, I didn't hear it. As soon as he said the word, "...then..." Mr. Win pushed forcefully on my butt and my hard, little spike finally busted through Cleo's hymen. I let out a groan of pleasure. Cleo let out a shriek of pain. The next words I heard from the man were, "Now fuck her, boy!" As he spoke those words I felt his hand pushing harder on my butt, pushing my dick deeper into his daughter's pussy, and one of his fingers began delving between my butt-cheeks, still pushing me forward and deeper into Cleo, and then the tip of that delving finger came to rest right on my anus. For a moment none of us moved. Mister Win held me firmly against Cleo, my dick buried as deep inside her as it would go, the finger he had firmly pressed against my butt-hole keeping me from pulling back at all, otherwise his finger would push inside me. Looking down I couldn't see Cleo moving at all except for her chest that rose and fell with her breaths, but I could feel her insides quivering around my dick. It had been so long since I'd last gotten myself off and since Mr. Win first had me pull his cock out of his pants in the coach, I'd been becoming more and more frustrated about needing to relieve the pressure in my young balls, and I began to wonder how long it would take me to explode, just standing there still, feeling Cleo's quim massage my dick as the muscles behind her velvety tunnel were wracked with spasms from the inevitable pain caused when my dick busted through that thin membrane and obliterated her virginity. I wished it could go on forever, her heat, her wetness, and the quivering around my dick, not to mention the smells - the tangy scent wafting up from Cleo's soaking-wet pussy and the odor of Mister behind me, sharp, manly and musky, and I'd been sweating quite a bit all day too, so I was also smelling a bit ripe and also breathed in my own aroma along with theirs - and then there was Mr. Win's hand on my butt and his finger at my hole. I figured that I had a minute, maybe a minute and a half before I started spraying my spunk into Cleo. As long as all three of us remained perfectly still. But, of course, that's not what happened. Mister brought the hand he had on my butt back just a little bit and he said, "Now pull back and then shove it in deep again, boy." I did as he said. I barely pulled an inch of my dick out of her, before his finger was right there and, if I went back any more it would push inside me. Then I pushed that fraction of an inch deep back inside Cleo's pussy (well, as deep as my barely five inches could get in) and went still again. Cleo grunted. I groaned. Mr. Win let out a deep sigh and under his breath I heard, "Do it again, you Filthy Fucker!" I did as told. And then he told me to do again and again, and again... and I was fucking the girl. I was moaning and groaning. She was grunting and shrieking. He was breathing heavily behind me, his finger firm against my butt-hole every time I pulled back, and he began chanting, "Fuck her you Filthy Fucker," and the occasional, "Fuck her good, boy!" added in. And then Mr. Winston started pushing at my butt again, so that part of an inch of slack he'd given me was now gone. Now I was just pushing in and not able to pull back, like before, if I did his finger would be forced up my butt. But after being able to feel even that little bit of her pussy sliding over my dick, just trying to drill it in, without pulling back any, just wasn't doing it for me. All of the sudden it was like something inside me clicked. I took a deep breath and somehow managed to relax my butt muscles and pulled about two of my five inches out of Cleo's cunt. I paused for just a moment, letting myself adjust to the two inches of Mister's finger, upon which I'd just impaled myself. Mr. Win was a big guy, maybe six-feet-two and he probably weighed a bit over two-hundred pounds. He had big hands and big fingers. Now, I ain't gonna lie and say I'd never put a finger in my butt before, because I had, two or three even, but I always worked up to that. And a couple of the boys I'd fooled around with had stuck their fingers up my butt before. But Mister had big fingers. They were long, thick and calloused from manual labor, at least his nails were trimmed. But the only lubrication helping his big finger push inside me was the sweat in my crack, which there was probably quite a lot of actually, but still, even spit would have been better. It took me a moment, I willed away the pain of Mister's invasion and then drove my dick back into Cleo, feeling Mr. Win's finger slip out of me. I clenched up just a moment, trying to push deeper into the pussy and away from the finger, and felt her heat clench around my dick, as the girl let out a loud, high pitched grunt. I took a deep breath, relaxed and did it again. Only this time I pulled out more of my dick, probably three of my five inches and, as a result, Mister's finger went three inches up my butt. I clenched again, took a second to soak up the pain, and then shoved back into Cleo. It was too much. It was like every part of my being was tingling. One more thrust, pulling back and taking four inches of Mr. Win's finger this time and this time I didn't take the second, I just reversed course and rammed back inside Cleo's amazing pussy. But the next time I pulled back, I actually pulled all the way out of the girl and kept going back until Mister's entire finger was lodged up my butt. My dick throbbed and I held still, letting out a sound that I'd never made before, somewhere between a groan and a whine, and my entire being, that tingling I was feeling - well, I knew exactly what that tingling was, I'd felt it hundreds of times, when I'd gotten myself off, but usually I only felt it in my dick, balls or my belly, not all over my entire body, like this - was soon to turn into a spark and that spark would the become a blazing inferno, I was about to pop my wad. It was another of those moments when several things happened at once, or in very quick succession. My body clenched tight, the spark ignited. Mr. Win's finger moved inside me, pulled up toward my back and 'hooked' me. I looked down to see smears of bright red blood all over my dick, and some darker smeared into my sparse puff of bright red pubic-hair. He growled in a tone that was so scary that it nearly stopped my explosion, "Don't you fucking dare!" And with that finger inside me and the rest of his hand on my flesh, he shoved forward trying to get my dick back inside his daughter, but at that moment my body clenched tight again and made my dick jerk up, and I missed her hole and ran the head of my dick up her slit. She grunted, I groaned, and he growled, "Fuck!" His next attempt was successful. He pushed me hard, deep into Cleo's cunt and with his finger now wiggling right behind my dick inside me, and feeling the girl's pussy clench around my sudden invasion at the same time, I went over the edge. Somehow Mister knew and he growled, "That's it you Filthy Fucker, fill her up with your sperm." I did as I was told, even if there was no stopping me. I'd gone past the point of no return. My whole body went tight forcing the air from my lungs. That air came out as an animalistic shriek and my whole being was focused in the area between my dick and butt. I'd never before felt pleasure like I did when the first wad of spunk shot out of me. If I'd died at that moment, I would have died happy and knowing perfect pleasure. My body was wracked with another contraction and my second wad erupted. If anything, it was bigger and felt more incredible than the first. With each gut-wrenching shot, with each involuntary clenching of every muscle in my body, with the incredible sensations of spurting my wad, the fact that Mister's big finger was up my butt was right there in the front of my mind. I shrieked and screamed and shot my cream into the newly deflowered girl, and feeling every shot from deep in my guts, around Mr. Win's big, thick finger. I don't know what happened right after that. I might have even passed out for a bit. The next thing I remember was Mister's voice, I was laying up against Cleo's reclined body, both of us panting, waiting for our breath to come back. My mouth was about an inch from one of the small mounds on her chest and the nipple topping off her tiny tit was hard as stone. My body felt glued to Cleo's with sweat, and I could still feel her pussy around my dick - I was still inside her. I was still hard. Maybe not as hard as I'd been a minute, or however long it had been ago, when I was actually fucking the girl. And getting my butt-hole finger-fucked by Mr. Winston... It was gone... I must have passed out, because I can't imagine that I wouldn't have noticed when Mr. Win pulled his big, thick finger out of my rectum if I'd been conscious. I felt empty inside. I could still feel the ache, the burn from where his finger had been, but that wasn't the same. Yet I couldn't complain considering that my hard-on was still buried deep in Cleo's cunt, which was still going through spasms and my dick was starting to get sensitive, you know like it does right after you shoot a load, and I thought that maybe I should take it out of her before it got too bad - I had experimented and kept rubbing the head of my dick after I'd just shot and, well, I ended up pissing instead of coming and I didn't want to piss inside Cleo. But as I began to pull up, off and out of the girl, Mr. Win's hand was on my butt again, holding me firmly against her. "Are you still hard, boy?" "Yes sir." "Do you think you can come again?" "I don't know sir," I decided to admit to my truth, "I might pee instead, sir." "No you won't." he growled back, "Keep fucking her and give her another load." He started to push at my butt and then release, setting a rhythm for me to go at her. For the first time since I started fucking her, I looked Cleo in the eye. She was glaring at me, but I could tell that it wasn't all hate. There was an expression on her face that I'd never seen before. Yes, I could still see a bit of her resentment toward me, but it was masked by what I now know was lust. We were two human beings with needs and desires and we were both experiencing an entire new world of wonder and awe and the possibilities of the pleasure our bodies are capable of. And, if Mr. Win's wishes panned out, our natural needs and desires would result in the birth of of another human, the grandchild the man so desperately wanted. So I did as I was told. It took a bit longer than the first time, I think both because it was my second orgasm in a few minutes, but also because Mr. Win's finger in my butt was only a dull memory that time. But after going at the girl for a minute or so, her father told me to suck on her hard, little nipples and I could feel her pussy clenching my dick when I did, especially when I nipped them with my teeth a bit, and only a couple minutes later that intense massaging caused me to spurt again and I delivered a second load of my sperm, as developed as it may be, as deep as I could inside Cleo. Mr. Win let us relax a bit and catch our breath, but then he had me get off the girl, got her down off the odd chair and put her on his bed, a pillow under her butt so her hips were tilted up. "If the Filthy Cock Sucker had any sperm good enough to do the job," he said to Cleo, "laying you like this will help bring his spunk to where it needs to be. You're not quite to the point in your cycle where you're most fertile, but you never know." She grumbled a bit but he silenced her by reminding her, "The quicker this Filthy Fucker knocks you up, the quicker you can get that hairy, little mother-fucker's cock up in you." she glared at him and he added, "If you don't change your attitude pretty quick, I'll make you wait until after you pop out that baby to let Byron go at you." She attempted a smile and mumbled an insincere apology, the Mr. Win told Cleo to stay there and sleep in his bed, and he would take me to another room for the night. She called out, "Good night, Papa, I love you." as the big, hairy man led me out of the room. We ended up in a much smaller room. The only furniture in it were a bed, a large bed at that, a small table with two chairs and a chest of drawers. Mister lit a couple lamps and settled himself on the bed, patting the mattress beside him. "It's been a long day and we're both tired. Just suck me off quick and we'll go to sleep." His cock was semi-hard and once I got my mouth on it, it quickly jumped to a full erection. As I sucked the top part of his cock and used my hands to stroke the lower part, and to play with his big, hairy bag of balls - he seemed to like that - Mr. Win spoke, telling me how hot it made him watching me popping his daughter' cherry and fucking her, and how between now and whenever she missed her first monthly bleed, in his exact words, "Every drop of spunk you shoot, you're going to do it up Cleopatra's hot little cunt." He must have been really turned on because it only took a couple minutes before he was filling my mouth with a big load of his own spunk and once I'd swallowed it down and he' regained his breath, he pulled me tight against him, my back to his hairy chest, and for a few moments his hands ran all over the front of my body, up and down my torso and my arms and legs, even reaching down to feel my mostly-flaccid dick. When he was rubbing the tips of his fingers through the scant patch of pubic-hair and he softly growled in my ear, "It' been too long since I've had a nice, smooth boy in my bed." A moment later his hand settled on my butt and a moment after that, I could hear him quietly snoring behind me.