A Second Time Around

(I want to thank J and Z in England for inspiring this story)

Part 4

The next time John opened his eyes, he was alone on Zayba's bed, entangled in crumpled sheets that reeked of sex and semen. It took him a moment to hear the low murmur of conversation coming from the living room. He got up and walked in that direction, stopping before entering, his cock twitching toward another pulsing hard on.

Zayba sat on the couch next to Jory, holding his stiff thin four inch dick in one hand as she talked to her two young daughters standing directly in front of her. Both girls seemed unhappy even as they absentmindedly fingered their own pussies.

‟...but Mommy,” Paige complained before Zayba stopped her with a sharp look.

‟I told you before and I'll only repeat this once again,” Zayba told her kids sternly, ‟I'll decide when it's the right time.”

‟The right time for what?” John asked, walking up behind the girls.

Zayba's head snapped toward him, startled by his sudden appearance. Her daughters just smiled and fingered themselves a little faster as Zayba fumbled for an answer.

‟Time for you to put your dick inside us,” Paige grinned, stepping in front of him and reaching for his throbbing cock before her mother could speak, ‟all three of us, including Jory's asshole.”

John was so surprised his jaw dropped even as his dick stiffened so quickly the tip bumped under the eight year old's chin. Paige just laughed and took his cock in both of the hands.

‟Can I be first this time, Mommy?” Paige turned and looked over her shoulder before  adding sweetly, ‟Please...pretty please?”

By then, Zayba had recovered her composure. She stepped next to her daughter and added her hand to Paige's on John's dick.

‟It's not quite so simple or straightforward as that,” Zayba grinned, moving her hand to cup his balls as her eight year old daughter used both hands to stroke John's dick a little faster. ‟Sit on the couch and drink a coffee while I try to explain...um...everything.”

John walked to the couch with Paige not letting go of his dick. She sat with him, pressing her hips against his and continued gently stroking him. When he reached between her legs, she grinned and spread her thighs, giving him easy access to her smooth mound and pussy slit, moaning lowly and smiling brightly when he split those lips with a fingertip.

Bethany climbed on the sofa on his other side and added her hand to her sister's on his dick. She also grinned happily and spread her thighs when he reached between her legs. Zayba only smiled wanly when she returned with the coffee and saw both of her girls stroking his cock as he fingered them.

‟I guess you can tell both my daughters are anxious to get you hard again,” Zayba told him, smiling weakly even as a few droplets of her pussy juices leaked down the inside of her right thigh. ‟Quite frankly, they both want you to fuck them, fill their young cunts with your thick cock and creamy cum and become your eight and nine year old cock loving sluts. Moreover, their brother wants you to fuck his mouth and ass as much as his sisters do.”

John was stunned by this admission even as his cock continued to harden in the little girls' hands. He started to speak as Zayba leaned forward and placed her hand on his lips.

‟There's a lot you don't know or I've not been completely honest about with you,” Zayba went on, sitting on another small sofa and motioning for Jory to join her, ‟So maybe I should start from the beginning.....

….My mother didn't always have the brothel. In fact, when I was really little, she would save some money by bringing her ‟boyfriends” to our one room apartment above a bar instead of spending money at the hourly hotel on the corner like the other girls on the street.

When she brought a ‟boyfriend” home, I kept quiet in my bed under the clothes hanger that was separated from the rest of the room by a shower curtain. I could hear them, of course, grunting and groaning and moaning and making the bed springs sing, but always stayed behind the curtain like she told me. I'm not sure any of them even knew I was there.

One night, though, there was a really bad thunderstorm with one lightening flash after another and thunder claps sounding like they were right on top of the building. I heard my mother and a man come in but I stayed put even though my whole body was shaking, hoping he would leave soon and I could get in bed with her. Anyway, I waited until it was kind of quiet in the room and came out from behind the curtain.

She was not alone.

‟Oh and what have we here?” the man asked, looking away from my naked mother kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. ‟Come over here, sweetie, and say hello.”

My mother pushed him back a step and staggered to her feet. I could see streaks of dried cum from her other ‟boyfriends” that evening dried on the inside of her thighs.

‟Leave her alone,” my mother told him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

The man paid her no heed.

He pushed her aside and walked toward me. I could see some of my mother's spittle glistening on his cock that looked like a baseball bat to me when he stopped less than a foot in front of me. I looked back and forth from my mother to him but, quite honestly, mostly at that monstrous dick.

‟Are you afraid of the storm...the thunder and lightning?” he asked softly, more kindly than I imagined. ‟I can see you are shivering.”

I nodded my head slowly. He looked down at me for a moment, turned and walked over to take his wallet from his pants where they lay on the floor near the door. I took the opportunity to run over to my mother and threw my arms around her leg.

‟How about we play a little game, you me and your mother?” he said, standing a few feet away from us and opening his wallet to flash a large number of bills.

‟What kind of game?” I asked, still clinging to my mother.

‟Oh it's very simple really,” he grinned, brushing his thumb over the bills filling his wallet. ‟I'll tell you how much money I'll give you to do something and your mother will decide if you should do it. If she says Yes, you will and if she says No you won't. Let's start with an easy one. I'll give you five dollars to tell me your name.”

I thought that was indeed an easy one and five dollars was a lot of money to me. I looked up to see my mother hesitate for a moment before nodding her head Yes.”

‟Zayba, my name is Zayba,” I smiled at him, feeling a little more comfortable and forgetting all about the thunder and lightning.

‟What a lovely name, one that is unusual and special too,” he exclaimed, handing the five dollar bill to me as he continued smiling. ‟Do you want to play some more?”

I took the bill and again looked up to see how my mother responded. She again hesitated a moment before nodding her head.

‟OK,” I answered, still looking at his big dick only inches from my face. ‟What do you want me to do next?”

‟Well, this is a pretty easy one too,” he replied with a wide grin, holding out another bill. ‟Since your mother and I already took off our clothes, I'll give you ten dollars to take off your nightgown and get naked like us.”

Again I looked up at my mother. She and I were pretty casual about clothing when we were alone, so I didn't see taking off my nightgown as a particularly big deal. My mother again hesitated a moment, looking at the bill in the guy's hand and his overflowing wallet before again nodding Yes.

This time, he handed her money to her as I slipped my nightgown over my head and tossed it to the side.

‟Panties too,” he smiled, handing my mother another ten dollar bill.

I slipped my panties with the lions and tigers and bears down over my thighs and stepped out of them. I thought I heard him moan softly.

‟My, my such a beautiful girl with such a beautiful name,” he said, his big dick visibly twitching as his eyes scanned my completely naked body. ‟Would you be so kind as to turn around slowly so I can see all of you.”

‟For another dollar,” I replied boldly, really getting into the spirit of the game.

‟Oh but of course,” the man laughed heartily, pulling another bill from his wallet and handing it to me, ‟but nice and slow so I can get a good look.”

I stepped out of my mother's arms to stand so close to the man the tip of his cock almost hit me in the face. I smiled brightly then tried to do the kind of pirouette I saw a ballerina do on TV.

‟That is beautiful, just beautiful,” the man laughed delightedly and clapped his hands. ‟I'll give you another five dollars to turn around again but this time stop and bend over at your waist when you are facing away from me.”

‟OK,” I told him without consulting my mother, turning and bending at the waist.

I could clearly hear him sharply inhale his breath that time and, when I looked back over my shoulder, I thought I saw a drop of something leak out of the tip of his dick and fall to the floor. Then he dropped to one knee and brought his face closer to my ass.

‟I can't believe how lovely her little asshole is,” he moaned lowly, before looking up at my mother. ‟I'll give you another ten dollars to let me touch her sweet ass cheeks.”

‟Twenty,” my mother said rather sternly, her first words said since the game began, ‟for each one.”

He hesitated a few seconds then handed her the money.  Moments later I felt his warm, calloused hands touch me. At first, he just rested his hands on my ass cheeks. Then he gently squeezed them before pushing them apart to more fully expose my tiny asshole. He didn't say anything but I could hear his breathing become more rapid and ragged.

‟That's enough,” my mother barked sharply after a couple of minutes.

The man removed his hands and got to his feet. I straightened up and turned to face him to see a gooey string stretching from the tip of his dick toward the floor. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

‟Twenty dollars to touch her nipples,” he said, talking over me directly to my mother.

‟You do mean each, right?” my mother answered with a wicked laugh.

‟Yeah, yeah...each,” he answered, pulling the bills from his wallet and handing them to my mother.

My mother gently pushed me closer to him. I took one step and his hard cock almost hit me in the forehead. He dropped down on one knee again and smiled at me before reaching out with both hands and brushing his thumbs over my flat nipples.

He moaned lowly but didn't say a word. I could feel my tiny nipples harden under his thumbs. Even better was the warm tingle between my legs.

‟That feels good,” I blurted out after a few moments and smiled brightly, ‟and it tickles between my legs.”

I heard my mother take in another breath sharply and the man grinned happily.

‟Maybe I should take a look to make sure everything is OK,” he murmured, his thumbs moving back and forth even faster across my now rock hard ball bearing sized nipples as the tingling between my legs grew stronger.

‟Thirty to look...and just to look,” my mother responded, her voice cracking.

The man smiled at me again, stood and handed the money to my mother. Then he took my hand and led me to her bed, put his hands under my arms and lifted me up on to it. As he did so, I could feel the tip of his cock dragging the length of my belly, chest and cheek, leaving a glistening trail of what I would learn later was his precum.

‟Just wiggle back there, get on your back and put a pillow under your ass,” he instructed me, his cock steadily dripping the gooey stuff to the floor.

I did as I was told without question. As I got settled, my mother climbed on the bed to sit next to me. Her nipples were also hard and I thought I saw some of the hair between her legs was wet.

The man climbed on the bed and loomed over me. He gently pushed my knees apart until my legs were spread as far as I could go. He shuffled a little closer until the gooey stuff constantly leaking from his cock splattered on the sheet just short of my bare pussy. I couldn't really tell from on my back, but I'm sure the smooth lips were gaping open and he could see my little clit and the tiny entry hole to my virgin cunt.

‟Remember, looking only,” my mother croaked from beside me while pinching and pulling her stiff nipples, ‟and I'll tell you when time's up.”

The man laughed and lowered his head until he was close enough I could feel his warm breath between the lips of my pussy. I squirmed a little as the tingling between my legs came back even stronger than before. Then the man blew into my spread pussy hard.

‟That feels really good, Mommy,” I cried out, automatically thrusting my hips upward, almost hitting his nose. ‟Please do that again, mister....please.”

He blew against my spread pussy a few more times. With each one, the tingling between my legs spread to other parts of my body until I was quivering all over.

‟That's enough,” I heard my mother say sternly even as I continued to writhe with my legs spread wide open.

‟Thirty bucks to lick her,” the man countered, blowing another hard breath into my pussy that caused me to moan loudly.

‟Each time and no more than five,” my mother reluctantly replied after another hesitation while he continued blowing into my pussy.

The man got up and handed her some more money although I had no idea how much at the time. Then he crawled back between my legs and blew on my pussy one more time.

‟You are really going to like this,” he murmured, looking at me with his chin practically touching my pussy, ‟since you have the makings of a really good little slut...just like your mother.”

With that he dragged his tongue slowly from my asshole to my clit. At that first touch, I let out a shriek having never been touched there or that way before. Even as a much stronger tingle rippled through my body, I glanced over to see my mother furiously rubbing her own pussy and pulling her left nipple. She smiled and leaned closer to me without taking her hand from her pussy.

‟Just enjoy it,” she whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek, ‟I know I am.”

‟One” the man called out after his tongue flicked across my tiny clit.

I just closed my eyes and let the strange, wonderful feelings flood my body. I moaned and thrust my hips toward his face when he licked me again.

‟Two,” he said loudly for both my and my mother's benefit, ‟and I think she really likes it, Gina.”

‟We...both...do,” my mother gasped, her own hips thrashing wildly against her hand.

I had no idea what I was feeling in my body but I did like it...a lot.

‟Three,” he said after the tip of his tongue lingered for a few seconds on my asshole.

I didn't know why but it felt like the right thing to do to push my hips against his face.

‟Four,” he murmured lowly after his tongue probed the tight little hole that led inside me.

He went in deep enough I knew I wanted more.

‟Five,” he announced as I flailed wildly just below his face, my pussy on fire after he flicked his tongue repeatedly over my tiny clit, ‟and I think she needs more, both licking and fingering.”

‟No...no...she's not ready...for that...yet,” my mother answered, taking her hand from her soaked pussy hair and sitting up. ‟How about I finish you now...mouth, ass or pussy...your choice...no added cost.”

‟I'd prefer her to finish me,” he replied, getting to his feet with his rock hard cock standing straight out, steadily dripping gooey stuff to the floor, ‟thirty more for her to hold my dick.”

By then, I stopped quivering and sat up myself. I looked at my mother as she hesitated to respond. Then she looked at me and I could see the struggle in her eyes between letting me touch his dripping cock and the extra money it meant if I did.

‟Can I touch him, Mommy? ‟ I asked, seeing the relief on her face when I made the decision for her. ‟He is so big I don't think I can get my hands all the way around him.”

‟That's the spirit, just like your mother,” the man laughed and stepped close enough to me the tip of his cock almost punched against my nose.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his dick, surprised by how he was both hard and soft at the same time. I looked up at him as he placed his hand on the top of my head.

‟Move your hands back and forth,” he said softly as even more gooey stuff dripped to the floor.

He moaned lowly the first time I rubbed the length of his dick with both hands. I heard my mother moan too. When I glanced her way, she was smiling at me as she rubbed her already soaked pussy hard and fast.

‟I would like you to kiss the tip of my cock, sweetie,” he murmured to me with his eyes on my mother

‟Fifty more,” my mother groaned as she slid three fingers into her own cunt.

‟How about this,” the man responded, reaching for his wallet and pulling out three more bills, ‟three hundred and I can cum in her mouth.”

He didn't wait for my mother to answer. He tossed the bills at her then dragged the head of his cock across my lips. I tried to look at my mother, but he held my head in place with the tip of his dick pressing against my lips.

‟Go ahead, Zayba, it's alright. Take his cock in your mouth,” I heard my mother murmur from off to one side.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt his dick slide in far enough I started to gag. He kept his hand on the back of my head and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After only a minute or so, he let out a loud groan and filled my mouth with his thick creamy cum.

I gagged and sputtered because of the volume and force with which his cum filled my mouth and gushed down my throat. When I got a chance to take a breath, I kinda liked the salty taste. When he finished, he stepped back and pulled his dick from my mouth. Then he put his hand under my chin and told me to open my mouth. As I did, some of his cum leaked down over my chin.

‟Look, Gina, she sucks a cock almost as good as you,” he grinned, turning my head to show my mother his cum dripping over my chin. ‟Before the next time, show her how to guard her teeth.”

With that he put on his clothes and walked out the door. I turned to my mother but she was wildly flopping around fingering herself and continuing to shriek she was cumming for long after he left....

….Zayba stopped speaking and drained her coffee. For a moment she gazed in the distance, not even aware she still held her son's hard dick in her hand. Then she turned to John and her two daughters and smiled weakly as she spoke.

‟I guess now really is the right time.”

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