Fuck Me Story
“Let’s get another bottle,” she mumbled, swaying as she started to stand up. They supported her with arms around her as she stumbled back toward her bedroom. At first Pablo and Carlos were wary. They’d been turned on by the sexy-looking woman as long as they’d been working for her, but they knew better than to show it. However, the pull of her obvious hornless was too strong for their caution! Half-carrying her, the three of them made it to her room.
“See, got another bottle in here,” Belle babbled. Some part of her brain warned her she was asking for trouble. But when she had passed the brandy a few more times, she couldn’t care less! The devel inside her was driving her on! Nobody else wanted her, she told herself with sodden self-pity. Why the fuck shouldn’t she have a good time with these two handsome boys?
And she found herself less terrified than she’d expected when she felt Pablo’s hand go to her shoulder. She relaxed drunkenly, liking the warmth of his touch, feeling a tingle of anticipation. As the young man’s hand moved more confidently to her plump tit and began kneading it through the thin material of her blouse, she felt the sensation of rising warmth, the familiar looseness of her belly and promised pleasure.
And once she’d begun, it was all too easy to continue! Lying on her bed, she allowed the two of them to remove her clothes. She even lifted her buttocks from the bed, so they could slip off her skirt! And then, with the insistent heat surging inside her, she helped them take off her bra and underpants. It was scarey, and all the more thrilling because of it! Through the brandy haze, she felt a blissful sense of disembodiment, as though she were two separate people.
One of them was that nice respectable widow, who conducted her business affairs with calm dignity. That Belle gave orders to the two Mexicans about the house and grounds, always careful to maintain a proper distance between them.
But the other Belle, she realized, had always admired their liquid dark eyes and soft voices. The bad Belle managed to shoot quick glances at their shoulders and crotches, and all along had known how they admired her.
And it was the depraved Belle, of course, who tugged at Pablo’s fly and screamed hoarsely for them to take their clothes off! Her own uncontrolled lewd behavior excited her almost as much as the men did! A rush of hot desire flooded through her as they obeyed, dropping their jeans gad exposing their firm wiry bodies. She looked from one half-hard prick to the other, thrilled to her toes, before she threw herself on the bed.
She didn’t care what anybody thought! She needed sex, needed to feel her clenching wet womb with hard male meat, needed the touch of firm male hands and mouths on every inch of her hungry body! Her head rolled from side to side, until her eyes became glued to Pablo’s thick, lust-hardened prick. It jutted out from his brown thighs in the most enticing wait, and she could hardly wait!
Suddenly a warm Mexican mouth burned against hers, as Carlos smashed his weight down on her, pinning her tightly to the bed. Already excited, she felt his stiffening male flesh press against her thighs and a moan of pure desire escaped from her eager throat. “OOOoooooohhhhhhhhh—–”
Pablo stroked his ready hard cock as he watched his friend crush the white woman to the bed. He grinned, thinking there was plenty for both of them, and a whole night to enjoy it in. His hand slid up and down his penis, as he enjoyed the anticipation. Then he crawled on the bed also, nudging the other man aside.
His lips cupped around her aching nipple and pants of evil joy ran through her tit from the contact. The good Belle was wondering how she could endure the touch of these crude workmen, but the bad Belle knew perfectly well! This is disgusting… I’M disgusting! I asked for it, practically begged them to come and rape me. They ‘re just like animals… why should they care if the crazy gringa wants to get fucked! And I do .. . but I don’t! What I want is Gary’s got meat up my box… but all he cares about is gambling on some damn hole in the ground, not about MY aching hole!
Gary couldn’t believe what he was seeing. That beautiful woman, debasing herself with a couple of dirty ranch hands! He wanted to vomit and yet at the same time, he couldn’t help getting excited. He stared, feeling his cock twitch, wondering if he should go roaring in there and break up the orgiastic scene. God, now one of them had his hands on Belle’s twat! He was prying apart those delicious plump pussylips and putting his filthy cock up there!
“OOOOOO, NOOOOOO!”
For a moment, Gary thought it was his own howl of protest floating through the room. And then he saw a slim figure over by the door. She looked like a ghost in that transparent white robe. But it was no ghost, it was the pretty little niece Rosie. Seeing her see the depraved sexuality on the bed was like a kick in the stomach by a mule!
With some half-formed thought of protecting the child, he ran across to the doorway. The three on the bed were so totally absorbed, he thought bitterly, he could invite half a dozen more in to watch and they wouldn’t notice! Just as he reached Rosie and put a protective arm around her, the one on top of Belle rammed his stiff cock home.
“Oh yeah, fuck, FUCK, PUCCCKKK MEEEEEEP* Belle shouted, bucking back up at the powerfully moving hips.
The older woman was as drunk on sex as she was on liquor. Her cunt was filled at last, burstingly stuffed and his cock bore in and out like a pile-driver. At the same time, another pair of hands had hold of her tits, tweaking them, making them stand out stiff and firm. A warm wet mouth followed, kissing and sucking the nipples until she almost screamed with delicious agony.
Pablo was frantically excited and just playing with her knockers didn’t begin to help. He looked on for a moment, frustrated, and then took hold of the woman’s white plump hip. He shot an imploring gance at his friend, who seemed to understand. Without missing a stroke, Carlos helped turn Belle on her side. Then Pablo was free to kiss and lick the helpless backside of her, running, his tongue up and down the moist odorous crease. He stuck his tonguetip against the tight brown asshole and pushed, and felt a special tremor go through the quavering white flesh. Grinning widely, he brought his body around until his cock was where his tongue had been.
Bell dimly realized that something unusual was going on. She remembered Gary and his punishing ass-fuck—but surely that couldn’t happen to her twice! She twitched her creamy white buttocks, trying to dislodge the hard thing pressing on her asshole, but to no avail. Slowly the iron-hard intruder began to penetrate her velvety wet depths, jamming deeper and deeper into her anal passage.
“Wha-at’s he doing?” young Rosie asked in a frightened voice.
“It’s all right.” Absently, Gary found himself stroking the firm young mounds of the girl’s buttocks. He no longer even wanted to interfere! Belle after all must have wanted this-*he wasn’t exactly screaming for help! In some way he felt betrayed. Of course they hadn’t promised each other anything. In fact, he’d been damn careful not to let the woman think she meant more to him than a casual fuck! All the same, his male ego was outraged. To think she could go from him to these ignorant peons was insulting!
Meantime, the more he watched, the more excited he got He looked down at the young girl, leaning against him so trustingly. He could follow the curve of her boobies down under the revealing robe, and see that her little pink tits were tenting out against the pale fabric. She didn’t seem to mind, or at least to notice, that he had his hands on her butt in a rather crude way. No doubt she was just like her aunt—it probably ran in the family!
Gary no longer remembered why he was there in Belle’s bedroom, the urgency and greed fading right out of his mind. Instead he found his thoughts, fixed on the girl, and on the crude lascivious orgy being displayed for them on the bed. He curled an arm around Suzie’s body under her armpit, and began to tease the firm little tits.
Rosie began to understand what was happening. Poor Aunt Belle, she was angry and frustrated or this never would have happened!
“It’s all your fault,” she said accusingly to the man who held her in an iron grip.
“Is it?” He put his free hand down between her legs, brushing the flimsy robe aside.
“Yes, it…”.” Her voice trailed off as she felt his warm fingers cupping her pussy. She didn’t need his delighted expression to tell her she was all wet and mushy down there/But who could help it!
