Me and My Gods Family

This is a work of fiction created by the author

All caricatures involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.

My name is Jessica Brighton, the youngest daughter in the Brighton family. My father, George Brighton, is one of the most successful businessmen in our town. He built his fortune primarily in real estate, but he also owns sprawling farms outside the city. His ambition is unmatched, and his reputation precedes him wherever he goes.

My mother, Maria Traveston, is just as remarkable. With her Irish roots and timeless grace, she brought warmth and resilience to our family. Together, they make an unstoppable pair, and from them, I inherited my stubbornness, determination, and unwillingness to take "NO" for an answer.

Being the youngest meant I was my father's favorite--his little girl. Standing tall at 5'9" with a slender figure, pale skin, and long blond hair, I always drew attention wherever I went. Boys my age constantly chased after me, hoping to win my heart. But none of them stood a chance.

That is, until I met him--my god, Mike.

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I was 18 when I first saw him. He was 19.

He stood under the glaring sun, his bare chest glistening with sweat beside my car driver, Beads of perspiration rolled down his bronze skin like drops of melting chocolate, catching the light in a way that made it impossible to look away.

He was working as a mechanic, and our good luck led us to fix our car at the shop where he worked.

I froze, my eyes fixed on him, my mouth slightly open, my pussy was wet.

In that moment, a truth settled deep within me--I was in love.

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I was 18, and he was 19 when we started spending time together--despite all the protests and objections from my friends.

They said he was beneath me, but I saw him as far above me.

They said he was poor, but to me, he was rich with talent.

They said he had no family, but I thought of him as a god--and gods have no need for families.

They said he was black, but I believed black was the color of royalty.

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I was 18, and he was 19 when he spoke those words of love to me.

I couldn't comprehend how a god like him could love an ordinary girl like me. His words lifted me to the heavens, and in that moment, I felt weightless, as if I were flying through the sky.

Overcome, I fell to my knees at his feet, tears streaming down my face. After all, he was my god, and I was his devoted believer.

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I was 19, and he was 20 when my father hosted a grand party to celebrate my birthday and my high school graduation.

The entire town was invited--everyone except the one I longed to see.

Guests called it the biggest party they had ever attended, but to me, it was the dullest event in history.

They said I was lucky to have such a celebration, but I felt like the poorest girl alive, forced to mark my special day without him.

Yet, Mike had a gift for me. The next day, I was rewarded.

Mike rented a tiny room in a cheap hotel to celebrate my birthday with me.

His beautiful face turned crimson as I took off my clothes and stood naked before him.

I wasn't shy--how could I be? He was my god, and I was his devoted believer.

He gazed at me with hungry eyes and a flushed expression, his voice trembling as he said,

"You're too much for me, Jessie."

Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, tears catching in my throat as I whispered,

"Me? Too much for you? I can't even fathom how someone like you could love a girl like me. You're a god, Mike, and gods deserve to be worshiped."

He lifted my naked body effortlessly into his arms, cradling me as if I were something fragile and precious. Gently, he laid me down on the bed before dropping to his knees beside me.

"I love you, Jessie," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I will love you until my last day on this earth."

I gazed at him, vulnerable and unguarded, as I opened legs completely to him. "I'm yours, Mike," I whispered. "You have my heart, my soul, and my body.

Use me as you wish. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth--but promise me, promise me you'll never cheat on me. You're mine, and mine alone."

Tears welled in his eyes as he took my hand.

"Cheat on you? Never, Jessie. I'd be damned to even think of it. You're the only girl I've ever wanted, the only one I'll ever want."

A soft smile curved my lips.

"Enough with the drama, baby," I said playfully, pulling him closer.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

His face was getting closer to my wet waiting pussy and said softly,

"Are you nervous, baby?" he asked, his voice low and steady, laced with just enough concern to make my heart flutter.

I looked up at him, a soft smile playing on my lips. "Never," I said, my voice firm yet warm, "not when you're with me, baby."

For a moment, the world around us seemed to fade away. With him by my side, I felt invincible, as if nothing could touch me.

When his lips touched my clit, an electric shock jolted through my body. As he started licking my pussy, my body caught fire. And when he began sucking it, I reached orgasm. His mouth cupped my pussy lips, savoring each drop of my juice. It was a nice and soft orgasm, just like the ones I had in my bed while touching myself and thinking about him..

My eyes were still closed when I felt the heat of his breath against my neck, each exhale sending shivers across my skin. His weight pressed down on my slender frame, grounding me in the moment.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine, his lips curved into a tender smile.

"Are you ready, baby?" he asked softly.

I smiled back, my heart full, and whispered,

"I'm yours, Mike. Do with me as you wish."

He leaned in, his full lips capturing mine, his kiss unpracticed but earnest.

His tongue explored my mouth hesitantly, seeking connection rather than mastery.

He wasn't an expert, and neither was I--we were each other's firsts.

It was a journey of discovery, fumbling through the unfamiliar but beautiful language of touch, exploring the uncharted territory of intimacy and the shared pleasure it held.

He bent on one arm and used the other hand to point his dick to my pussy and said, "Baby, it's my first time," he murmured, his voice tinged with both excitement and nervousness. "If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, and I'll stop."

I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"Stop talking," I whispered with a playful glint in my eyes, "and get to work."

He pushed his long, thick dick inside my soaked, wet pussy. When his mashroum opened the way to his dick through my pussy lips, my body shivered and quivered.

When he pushed his dick inside me, my moans turned into soft screams.

"Baby, are you ok?" his voice full of concern.

I bit my lower lip and said between my high breaths,

"Ouuuuf, yeaaah, keep going please."

It was a feeling that I never felt before. When he pushed more of his dick inside me, my screams turned louder.

"Baby, I'm going to push harder, ok," he whispered, his heartbeats were louder than his voice.

I kept biting my lip and nodded.

Then suddenly he pushed inside me. A wave of pain hit me in each part of my body.

My screams were loud enough to wake the dead, and when he kept pushing inside me, I was about to pass out from pain, but luckily he stopped then pulled out of me.

I inhaled deeply when I felt empty; my pussy felt like an empty room with opened door and windows, and that increased the pain.

I rolled onto my side, squeezing my legs tightly as the sharp pain coursed through me. My breaths came in shallow gasps, and Mike's worried voice broke the silence.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, panic evident in his tone.

I managed to shake my head and murmured between labored breaths,

"No, I'm not--it hurts, baby."

My teeth sank into my lower lip as I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain.

I heard the quick shuffle of his footsteps as he darted across the room.

When he returned, his voice was soft but urgent.

"I'm so sorry, Jessie," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, try drinking some wine. They say it helps your body relax."

I felt his arm slide gently under my neck, lifting my head with care.

"Open your mouth, baby," he coaxed.

I struggled to part my lips, my teeth clenched from the pain, but eventually managed to obey.

He poured a small sip of wine into my mouth, then carefully laid me back down.

His arms wrapped around me as he nestled beside me, his hand stroking the soft skin of my back in soothing circles.

Gradually, the pain began to subside. My breaths evened out, and I finally opened my eyes, looking up at him.

"Hey, baby," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Did I scare you?"

His grip tightened as he pulled my naked, sweaty body closer.

"Scared?" he said with a nervous chuckle. "Oh hell, Jessie, I was terrified. I still am--you're so sensitive to pain."

I let out a small giggle, teasing,

"So, you think I'm just a spoiled, pampered rich girl?"

His voice cracked slightly as he replied,

"No, baby. I think you're an angel--a delicate, beautiful angel who somehow ended up on earth and miraculously in my arms."

I inhaled deeply, my body melting at his sweet words, warmth flooding my chest.

"Aww, Mike," I said softly. "You're so sweet."

He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me as if he'd never let go.

"I love you, Jessie," he murmured.

His words sent a rush of adrenaline through me, and with newfound strength, I sat up in bed.

"Are we just going to lie here all day?" I teased, flashing a playful smile. "We already got through the tough part--now, let's finish what we started."

He propped himself up on one elbow, searching my face for certainty.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice cautious.

I smiled, leaning closer, and whispered, "I've waited for so long, baby. I want to feel you inside me again."

He stood on his feet then said,

"Ok, but let's clean that mess first."

For the first time, I glanced down and saw the evidence of our intimacy--drops of blood on my thighs and the sheets beneath me.

Mike returned with a towel, his expression soft yet focused, as he gently cleaned me.

His touch was tender, as if he were caring for something fragile. I couldn't help but feel small in that moment, like a child being comforted by a parent. I should have felt embarrassed, but how could I, when I was in the presence of someone I trusted so completely? He was my god.

When his eyes met mine, I saw a blend of love and desire--his gaze was full of longing, but it wasn't just for my body. It was as if he was looking into my soul.

I settled back into the bed, my legs parting for him, and whispered,

"Fuck me, Mike."

His big dick was fully erect when he got on top of my body and rubbed his fully erect dick on my pussy slit.

I felt his hot breath burning my neck, his thick naked body burning against mine, his long thick dick burning my pussy; the fire was all around me.

I felt his head sliding into my pussy, and at that moment I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pushed his dick inside me nicely and slowly, and at that moment I wrapped my legs around his hips.

And then I felt full, really full, when his entire dick was inside me.

My body was burning; it was an intense pleasure that I had never felt before.

When he began to thrust harder inside my wet, burning pussy, my screams filled the room.

I began to scratch his back with my fingernails, my heart was pounding like a drum, and his heavy weight over my body was almost overwhelming.

And then I felt an intense wave of pleasure crashing over my body.

My body was moving up and down to meet his thrusts inside my pussy, my legs were trembling around his hips, my screams became wilder than a tigress in the woods, then I heard him groan and say, "Ohh god, I'm coming, baby."

I replied between my screams, "Ouuuf oooh fuck, I'm coming too, cum in my pussy baby, I need to feel your cum inside me."

With a final massive thrust, I felt his hot, thick liquid filling my cunt, while my orgasm was controlling every part of my body's reactions.

After two minutes of the most intense orgasm of my life, I loosened my grip on his neck and his hips, which I had been squeezing during my climax.

When he pulled his dick out of my pussy, his cum leaked out slowly from me. I extended my hand and caught a drop of it.

His creampie was so thick, just like everything about Mike--BIG and THICK. He was tall--really tall, over six and a half feet--and his build was strong, more than two hundred pounds of solid muscle.

When he pulled me into his arms after our shared release, I felt like a feather in the wind. His embrace enveloped me completely, and my body seemed to disappear against his.

My muscles relaxed, the tension melting away as my intense orgasm faded.

But beyond the physical release, it was his arms around me that made my soul feel safe, my heart swelling with love for the man who held me.

After a long, comfortable silence, Mike smiled and said,

"Baby, I have good news."

I struggled to shift onto my elbow to look at him, my voice eager,

"Tell me, baby. I love good news."

His smile widened as he spoke.

"I joined the town basketball team. They offered me an annual contract--with five digits."

I playfully nudged his strong chest with my shoulder.

"And you kept that from me this whole time?"

He raised his hands in mock defense.

"Wait, I didn't mean to hide it... but..."

He leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips before adding,

"What happened between us was more important than anything else, baby."

I inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth of his words settle in my heart. I moved to lie between his legs, resting against him as I whispered,

"Well, I think we will need to celebrate that success, baby."

I then put my hands on his dick, saying with a smirk on my lips,

"Do you think I can deal with that creature?" I was stroking his dick at that moment.

He put both his hands under his head while looking at me, smiling, then said,

"Let's find out."

I stroked his dick between both my hands, then lowered my head to take his dick head between my lips.

It wasn't a trick or anything like that; I was a disaster in dick sucking, so I was trying to find some way to take it in my tiny mouth.

When I took it in my mouth, I coughed and gagged, so I pulled it out again. His dick was still flaccid, so I decided to stroke it with my hands first.

Luckily, Mike was so horny that he didn't take long until he got fully erect.

At that moment, I decided to dedicate time each day to watch porn.

I wanted to know how the porn stars suck and lick dicks; I wanted to please my man.

When Mike's dick was fully erect, he said,

"Can we try something new?"

I replied with no hesitation,

"Use me as you wish for your pleasure."

He sighed and kissed me on my mouth, then said,

"Can we try doggy style?"

I barked loudly while getting on all fours, and said,

"I'm your dog, baby. Destroy my pussy with your dick."

Mike got on his knees on the bed, holding my hips with his strong hands, then shoved his dick inside me.

I inhaled deeply, moaning, "Yeaaaah."

He shifted his body again to have full control over my body, then started to push harder and faster.

It was painful at first, then when he kept pushing faster and deeper, the pleasure waved away all the pain traces inside me.

My pussy was on fire while my moans were turning into screams,

"Ohhhh fuck, ouuuf, my pussy, my pussy, you are destroying my pussy, ouuuf."

He kept pushing and said between his high breaths,

"Is that hurting, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

I was biting my lower lip when I screamed back,

"Don't you dare to stop, fuck me harder, ouuuf, I'm, I'm cuming!"

And then I felt my body quaking, and again the pleasure of reaching my orgasm pushed me to another world.

"Ohhh, I love you Mike, Ouuuuff, aaahhhaa."

Mike slowed down his thrusts when my orgasm faded away.

"Are you ok, baby?" he asked again.

I giggled hysterically, waving with both my arms, not able to speak through my high breaths.

He pulled his dick out of my pussy, then jumped to the floor to lie on his back.

"Ride me, baby," he said, while stroking his dick.

I struggled to get on top of him, then lowered my pussy slowly to take his dick inside me.

"Ouuufff, it is so big, baby," I moaned again as the pain was hitting my body.

I closed my eyes until the pain started to subside, then lowered my body more to take it all inside my tight pussy.

"Ouuuffff," I whispered, lowering my body more and taking more of his dick in my pussy.

He was just lying there, watching me do all the work.

I didn't wait until the pain vanished and started to move my body up and down, fucking him.

"Ouufff, ouuffff, yeaaaah, fuck me, fuck me please."

The pleasure was coming in waves when Mike held my hips and started to move my body with both his hands up and down, getting his dick deeper and deeper.

"Ouuuf, Baby, it's so deep, it is in my womb, ouuuf."

Mike wasn't a talkative man during sex; he was listening to me but with no comments.

I kept moving my body on his dick up and down, while my screams were high to the sky.

"Ouuh baby, I'm cuming again, ouuufff, keep fucking, keep pushing, ouuuff," I was screaming between my high breaths.

I heard a lot about the pleasure of having sex, but I didn't imagine having all of this pleasure.

"Mike, I'm cuming, ooohhhhhhh," I screamed.

My body was moving on its own on his dick. I had no control over it at that moment; my body wanted to have more of this dick while enjoying the intense orgasm.

After my orgasm faded away, my head collapsed on his hairy chest while his dick was still inside my pussy.

I said while trying to catch some air, "I will need a wheelchair to go home."

He giggled and said with a voice full of love, "I'm so happy, baby, because I could give you pleasure."

I kissed his hairy chest with my full mouth and said, "You are so sweet, Mike."

My desire surged back; my body craved more of this pleasure.

I lifted my head again and started moving my body on his dick, supporting myself with both hands on his chest.

"I like this position, baby. Let's do it again."

He held my hips again and moved my body up and down, saying, "As you wish, baby. I'm yours."

"Ouuuf, baby, it's amazing, ouuuff, fuck me harder."

My words were driving him wilder, and he started to move his hips faster and harder, so much so that I was scared his dick might tear my womb after already tearing my pussy.

"Ouuff, I'm coming again, oooohhhh," I screamed.

And then my orgasm took control of my body once more.

When my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on his chest again.

He caressed my soft back and said softly,

"Do you want to take a break, baby?"

I replied through my heavy breaths,

"I wouldn't take a break until I get rid of this creature between your legs."

He replied with a wide smile,

"I don't think I would have an orgasm in that position, baby. Can we change? Or do you still need another round like this?"

I said without hesitation,

"Let me have another orgasm so we can change."

Without another word, he began to move my body on his dick faster and harder.

My pussy was no longer as tight; it had become wider and slick, making it easy to move faster on his dick.

"Ouuuff, it's so deep this time, baby. I feel it in my stomach, ouuuff, my body is on fire. What have you done to me?"

My words turned him even wilder as he started thrusting even faster and harder, then I screamed,

"I'm cuming, ouufff, ohhhhh, baby, Ouuuf."

Then again, I collapsed on his chest.

He caressed my back softly while I was struggling to push air into my lungs.

After a while, I managed to release my pussy from his dick and got on my knees and said between my high breaths, "Put me in whatever position you want, baby."

He got on his knees and said with a worried voice,

"Are you ok, Jessie? We can stop now."

I giggled while saying,

"Don't you dare ask that again."

He carried my body without effort and placed it on the bed again, then lay on top of me.

He bent on both his arms then pushed his dick inside my pussy.

I inhaled again then said,

"Ouuff, I will never get enough of that dick, baby."

I managed to wrap my legs around his hips when he started to push harder inside me.

His body sweat was dropping on my face and mixed with mine.

His high breaths mixed with my wild screams. His dick was getting deeper inside me and pushing me again to another world.

His dick was building my orgasm faster than I expected.

"Ouuuff, baby, I'm cuming again, fuck me harder, ouufff, oohhhh."

He groaned and said between his high breaths,

"I'm cuming too, ouufffff."

I screamed, "Let's cum together, give me your cum, ouuuhhh, ouufff."

After another few thrusts, I felt that amazing feeling again when his thick hot creampie filled my pussy.

"Ouuuffff, I'm cuming baby, ahhhhaahhhha."

Then I was moving hysterically on the bed under his body.

His hot cum enhanced my orgasm and pushed it to another level, and I felt I was passing out.

The first thing I saw when I began to come back to myself was his worried, nervous face, full of concern.

I struggled to smile, trying to speak, but my parched lips wouldn't cooperate.

He gently kissed my lips, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Welcome back, baby. You scared me to death."

I managed to smile again, my voice soft and raspy,

"I love you, Mike."

He held me tightly, his embrace filled with relief, and whispered back,

"I love you, Jessie."

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I was nineteen, and he was twenty-one when I threw myself into his arms, crying.

Since our first time together, when he took my virginity, he had been fucking me every day.

I used to pick him up in my new car--the one Dad gave me for my nineteenth birthday--and we'd spend hours just hanging out. Our dates always ended with his dick between my legs.

He fucked me in the back seat of my car, in parking lots, and in mall bathrooms.

Now that he was a new basketball player with a contract, he could also afford to rent better hotel rooms.

When Mike closed the hotel room door behind us, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down my face.

"Baby, I'm an idiot," I whispered, my voice trembling.

He gently caressed my back, his voice soft and soothing.

"Calm down, baby. What's wrong?"

My tears flowed freely as I looked up at him through blurry eyes. My voice cracked as I spoke.

"I'm... I'm pregnant, baby."

For a moment, he stopped caressing me. The shock flickered in his eyes before he easily lifted me in his strong arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.

When I looked at his face, through my tear-filled eyes, he was smiling. His voice was soft, his words filled with warmth.

"Pregnant? Are you sure, Jessie? That's wonderful news."

I wiped at my tears with one shaky hand and looked at him, unsure.

"Really, Mike? You're not mad at me?"

He pulled me close, holding me tightly, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I'll never be mad at you, baby. I'm just so happy."

I pulled back slightly, standing on my own two feet, my thoughts racing.

"But this complicates everything. You know how much pressure my dad is putting on me to go to college after high school. He wants me to leave town, to be far from you."

Mike pulled me back into his arms, his embrace comforting.

"Stay in my arms, please. I just want to feel you close."

I relaxed against him, my head resting on his chest. His voice was steady, filled with confidence.

"I don't think he'll turn me away when I tell him the news."

I lifted my eyes to meet his, and he smiled widely, his excitement contagious.

"I got a contract, Jessie. I'm joining a team in the NBA. My annual contract is seven digits."

I couldn't help myself--joy burst through me, and I jumped, clapping my hands.

"Really, baby? This is it--our dreams are coming true!"

He gently pulled me back into his arms, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

"No, no, don't jump too much, baby. We have to keep our little one safe."

Tears began to flow again, but this time it was a mix of happiness and fear.

"But baby, that means you'll leave town. You'll leave me."

He looked down at me, his voice thick with emotion.

"Never, baby. I'll go meet your father, and I'll propose to you. I won't leave you."

I collapsed to the floor in a daze, my breath catching in my throat.

"Baby... do you really want to marry me?"

He dropped to his knees beside me, his gaze steady and full of love.

"If you say yes, Jessie, I'll be the luckiest man in the world."

I couldn't breathe properly, the weight of his words settling in. I had walked in feeling lost and uncertain, but now, I felt like the happiest woman alive.

I told you he was a god. Only Gods could change the course of destiny.

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I was nineteen, and Mike was twenty-one when we stepped into the small flat he had rented for us.

As soon as Mike signed his new contract, he rushed to meet my father, full of hope and determination. But after only a few minutes of heated conversation, my father threw him out of our luxury home, threatening him to stay away from me--and from our family--forever.

That same night, my father decided to send me away to a college he had already chosen, ordering me to prepare for the journey within ten days.

I had always been the wild child, the one who refused to be controlled. Both Dad and Mom expected a long battle, but I surprised them by agreeing to go with Dad.

I knew what I had to do--leave it all behind for a chance to follow Mike, to follow my heart.

Seven days later, I was on a flight with Mike, heading to a new town to join his new team.

I left a short note for my mom on my desk:

"I will follow my god's traces."

Of course, I made sure to empty my bank account, taking every last cent I'd been quietly saving behind my parents' backs. Mike had spent all his money preparing for our departure, and now every penny counted.

Fuck Dad and fuck his orders.

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I was twenty, and he was twenty-one when I offered my ass to Mike.

It was the happiest time of my life; we were building our life together. I began to learn how to cook and take care of the house, even though my pregnancy made everything more challenging. Despite my exhaustion, Mike was always there for me.

After his grueling daily training sessions, he would come home, tired but still ready to help. His support made all the difference, and with him by my side, the weight of the day seemed to lift when I got his dick in my always wet, hungry pussy every night.

Until that moment, he hadn't approached my ass; he never asked, and I never offered. But my stupid gynecologist had put a NO ENTRY sign on my pussy; he said it might cause danger to our baby. So, I put a sign of PUSH on my asshole.

We couldn't live without sex, and if my reproductive system was out of service, why not use my digestive system?

When I got on all fours on the bed, waiting for Mike's dick to enter my asshole, I should have been nervous. I knew the pain that I would suffer, but I wasn't. I was between my god's hands, and IN GOD WE TRUST.

Mike was excited too. He had already taken my mouth and pussy virginity; now it was time to take my ass virginity as well.

He was generous while pouring lube on his dick and on my asshole. Actually, we had become quite expert in sex after our dull beginning.

We watched porn together and learned a lot. The intensive practice we had created two new sex legends.

Mike pushed one finger into my ass while he was sucking my ass cheeks, then he pushed in another finger and started pushing them harder and faster inside my asshole. Then he used both his hands to pull my ass cheeks wider.

I turned my smiling face to watch him making his efforts. He didn't want to hurt me, or at least wanted to decrease the pain to the minimum.

He poured lube again on his dick and on my asshole, then got on his knees behind me on the bed and said,

"Are you ready, baby?"

I giggled and said,

"My asshole is waiting for you, baby."

He pushed his mushroom crown between my ass cheeks and said,

"I know you're sensitive to pain, baby. If this isn't okay for you, we can stop now."

I giggled again while shaking my ass in the air and said,

"Don't blame me for suffering because of this creature between your legs; also, I want to be your three-hole slut."

Mike looked at me with a serious expression and said,

"Don't you ever call yourself a slut. You are my goddess, baby."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I said with a cracked voice,

"Okay, God of Romance, I'm so horny and need to get fucked."

I knew my dirty talk always turned him wild, so he held my hips and started pushing his dick inside my ass.

When his dick found its way into my forbidden hole, I inhaled deeply, my body shivered, and I screamed, "Ouuuf, that feels good."

He kept pushing inside me softly until my ass was full. And then tears welled up in my eyes, and I screamed while biting my lower lip,

"Ouuufff, that hurts, baby."

He stopped pushing and caressed my back with his tough, big hand and said,

"Relax your muscles, baby. We know it would hurt, but after that, the pleasure will come in waves."

I roared loudly and said while biting my lips,

"I know, I know, but the pain is, ouuufff, it hurts baby, it really hurts."

My head collapsed on the bed while I was still roaring in pain.

Mike cleared his throat and said,

"Okay, we should stop. I will pull out."

I shouted back,

"Don't you dare! I will be fine, just give me a minute."

Mike stood there doing nothing while I was trying my best to get familiar with the intense pain. After a while, I struggled to lift my head again and said with a firm voice,

"Now, push it hard. I want you to move as fast as you can. Only pleasure can wash away this damn pain."

Mike held my hips and started to push inside me, and I screamed even louder,

"Ohhhhh fuck, ouuuff, push harder baby, ouuuff the pain, puuufff it is so big in my ass."

Mike was following my instructions and started moving faster and faster.

"Yes, baby, that's it, ouuuff the pain is vanishing, ouuuf it is amazing baby, oh my god."

I was screaming hysterically while he was pushing harder and faster.

Then he said between his heavy breaths,

"Do you feel good now, baby? Your asshole is amazing. Fucking you in your ass is driving me crazy."

It was the first time for him to talk dirty while fucking me, and that helped a lot to add to my pleasure. Then I screamed,

"Yeaaaah, baby, it is amazing, the pleasure waves are hitting my body, ouuuuff, fuck me harder, destroy this dirty hole, fuck, your dick is in my stomach."

Mike was panting while fucking me as hard as he could, and finally, I was lost in my pleasure. It was another kind of pleasure that I hadn't tried before, so I extended my hand and started rubbing my pussy, although it was a little difficult through my baby bump.

"Ohhh fuck, I'm cuming baby, ouuufff, don't you dare stop, ouuuuhhh."

Mike groaned suddenly and said,

"I'm cuming too baby, I'm cuming."

My body was moving hysterically while I was coming, and I screamed,

"Fill my ass with your creampie, baby, ouuuf!"

He groaned even louder, and suddenly I felt his hot creampie filling my asshole.

"Ohhhh god, ouuuf, it is so hot in my ass, holy shit."

He kept thrusting inside me until our orgasms faded away, and then I collapsed on the bed, squeezing my legs, while Mike's cum was leaking out of my asshole.

I struggled to smile and said between my heavy breaths,

"Oh fuck, that was amazing, baby. I can't wait till our second round."

Mike got on top of my body and said,

"I love you, my goddess."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said,

"I worship you, my god."

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I was 20, and Mike was 22 when I opened my eyes in the hospital, only to find him holding our identical twin boys in his arms.

I had sent messages to my mom and my two older sisters, letting them know I was about to give birth, providing the hospital name and dates. But no one showed up.

Mom had deposited a generous amount into my bank account, and my sisters had sent flowers. That was all.

Fuck them and fuck their money.

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I was twenty, and Mike was twenty-two when his name began to shine in the NBA.

He had proven himself the superstar of his team, and his success allowed him to buy us a beautiful eight-room house, complete with a lush garden and a pool in the backyard.

I spent most of my days in the garden, surrounded by the joy of my beautiful sons. Taking care of my twin boys consumed most of my time, but I never minded.

I had heard how challenging it could be for mothers of twins, but for me, it was pure joy. Even when they managed to fall asleep (which was rare), I would stay awake, watching them.

They were beautiful--like little versions of Mike and me.

Their skin had his warm brown tone, and their hair, soft like mine, was the same dark color as his. My sons were miracles, proof of how perfectly Mike and I had come together. They were my baby gods, and I adored them beyond measure.

They fed on me, so I became accustomed to carrying Christopher in my right arm and Samuel in my left, nursing them together.

As Mike's star continued to shine brightly in the NBA, it also shone in society.

We were invited to countless parties and national festivals. I, too, became a symbol of glamour, wearing beautiful designer dresses on red carpets.

Life was flowing smoothly, and I felt as happy as I could be.

My mom and older sisters began reaching out more often. They finally saw that I had made the right choice by choosing Mike. My pictures appeared in major magazines, and they could see the success we had built together.

But as often happens when everything seems perfect, life has a way of throwing challenges your way.

I was in the living room one night, waiting for Mike naked as usual. The kids had already fallen asleep, and I was so horny.

Mike stepped into the room and said, "Hey, baby."

A sense of dread immediately swept over me, but I needed to be sure.

As he approached, his eyes were fixed on the floor, not on me--something he never did.

My blood boiled, and the wild, unrestrained part of me took control.

I climbed onto the sofa to stand tall, facing him--my way of reaching his head--and shouted,

"Mike, look at me!"

Reluctantly, he lifted his eyes. The guilt was unmistakable in his gaze.

I gathered every ounce of strength I had and slapped him across the face, shouting,

"You son of a bitch!"

He stared at me, his eyes wide with surprise, and began to speak, but I cut him off with a sharp kick to his groin, snarling,

"Dare to come near me, smelling of sex? Your body reeks of it, your breath too!"

Mike collapsed to his knees, roaring in pain, but I wasn't done. I shoved him to the floor, straddled him, and began pounding my fists against his chest, scratching his skin with my nails--screaming, crying, and raging. I was like a tigress who had just cornered her prey.

He said things, but I didn't care enough to listen.

Then, suddenly, the sound of my babies crying broke through the fury.

I stopped, breathless, and rushed to their room. I scooped them up in my arms and went back to my own room, locking the door behind me. I fed them, singing to them like I always did, and they rewarded me with their sweet smiles.

Mike was still outside the door, speaking, but I ignored him. Once the babies were fed, I placed them gently on the bed, patting them until they fell asleep. Then, reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

When I was with my kids or with Mike, I lived in a dream world, but now, I had to face the truth. If he was a god, then I was a goddess, and I would defend my heaven.

I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face. How dare he? Mike, my man, my god, had cheated on me. He'd dared to touch another woman.

Mike continued knocking on the door, his voice pleading, but I didn't listen. I lay down between my babies, curled up with them, and kept crying until exhaustion overcame me.

When I woke up, the house was silent. Only the soft, steady breaths of my children filled the air as they dreamed. I opened the door and found Mike sleeping on the floor, right outside.

I stepped over him and headed to the kitchen, preparing herbs for the babies. When I returned to the room, Mike was kneeling by the door, waiting.

"Jessie, baby, please listen to me," he begged.

I didn't hesitate. I pressed my knee into his head, forcing a painful roar from him, and then stepped over him again, locking the door behind me.

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It had been a week since my first fight with Mike.

He knew about my temper; he'd seen it flare on many occasions, but he'd never been on the receiving end before.

For the past week, he had been sleeping on the floor outside my door, trying to talk to me. As the days passed, my anger slowly faded, replaced by a dull ache.

His tears tore at my heart. Seeing him on the floor made me want to break down, and his constant questions about the kids made me feel like a miserable mother.

One night, after putting the babies to sleep, I left my room. He was sitting on the floor beside the door.

I looked at him with disgust and said,

"Come on. If you want to talk, I'm ready."

His face brightened, and he wiped his tears before saying,

"Thank you, baby."

I snapped, "Don't you dare call me 'baby.'"

His eyes filled with fresh tears.

"Okay... but let me explain," he said.

We moved to the living room, where I sat on the sofa. He knelt before me and began, "First, I know nothing can explain what I did, but I want you to know how sorry I am. I promise it won't happen again. You have my word."

I looked at him with disgust but said nothing. He pressed on.

"You know how much you mean to me. I never meant to cheat on you or even think about another woman. But--"

I remained silent, my anger boiling. He continued,

"I was drunk, and that girl... she was chasing me everywhere. All my friends kept telling me I was lucky to have such a beautiful girl, and they said it was only going to happen once. They even accused me of being afraid of you, and of being afraid of a beautiful girl."

My rage was about to spill over. I felt like kicking him again, but I held myself back.

He seemed to sense it, saying,

"I know you want to kick me again. You have every right to. I'm an idiot. But it was just once. Please forgive me, baby. If not for me, then for our babies."

I stood up, looking down at him with complete disgust.

"Is that it?"

He lowered his gaze, his voice cracking,

"If I spent the rest of my life apologizing to you, it still wouldn't be enough to show how guilty I feel."

I lifted my head with dignity and said simply, "Okay."

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.

"Won't you talk to me?"

I yanked my hand away and shouted,

"Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands!"

He recoiled instantly, his voice pleading,

"I'm so sorry, Jessica, but remember, I'm Mike. Your man. Your love. Your god."

Tears sprang to my eyes, despite my best efforts to keep them at bay. I shouted,

"You were my god... but now--"

I couldn't finish, and I broke down, burying my face in my hands and sobbing hysterically.

He knelt beside me, but he didn't dare touch me. His voice was soft,

"Jessica, please don't cry. If you asked me to end my life right now, I would do it. Just please, don't cry. I would die for just one of your beautiful smiles."

His sweet words reached deep inside me, as they always had, but I forced myself to control the flood of emotions. Through my tears, I said,

"Gods don't cheat. Gods don't lie. You were my god... but now you're just a dirty man following your filthy instincts."

I stood again and shouted in his face,

"You said your friends were teasing you. Do you know how many times those same friends approached me behind your back?"

He looked shocked, but I didn't stop.

"Did you even see their wives? Did you ever compare them to me? Didn't you notice how their wives milk their money? Want to know which of them is cheating, and with whom?"

He listened intently, but I continued,

"Now, you have girls chasing you? How nice! Didn't you ever ask yourself where those girls were when you were just a poor mechanic, covered in oil? Why didn't they chase you then? Don't you realize they're not after Mike--they're after famous, popular Mike?"

He tried to approach me, but I backed away.

"Did you ever think of me? I'm the one who loved you when you were nobody. I chose you over my family. I left my comfortable life behind and followed you into the unknown."

I collapsed onto the floor, tears flowing freely now. He knelt beside me, his voice breaking,

"Baby, don't you love me anymore?"

I looked at him through my tears and said,

"Oh, Mike, you were my god, and you will always be my god... but you hurt me."

I cleared my throat, then added,

"You made me feel cheap. You cheated on me because you knew I had nowhere else to go. No family, No friends. I closed my whole life off to you and our babies. I thought I had everything, but when I opened my hands, I found nothing."

His tears spilled as he begged,

"Jessie, I swear, I never thought that way. You're my life. My goddess. It was just a momentary lapse, nothing more."

I lifted my head with dignity again and said firmly,

"Too late, Mike. Everything changes now. You listened to your friends and cheated on me. Now, I'll listen to their wives."

I wiped my tears away and stood tall.

"Tomorrow, you will transfer half of your money to my account. You will sell this house to me, and I will continue my studies at any college I choose."

He looked at me, stunned.

"Since when do we talk about money, Jessica? I never said I wouldn't do this for you, but... you're talking about money now?"

I stood firm, unwavering,

"Yes, Mike. And if you don't do it within a week, I swear I will disappear from your life forever. And you know when I make up my mind, I follow through."

With that, I turned and walked away, heading back to my room.

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I was twenty, and he was twenty-two when our relationship finally returned to something resembling normalcy, after the changes I had made.

Mike began regularly depositing half of his earnings into my bank account, and I enrolled in Law School.

We hired two maids to help take care of my three gods: one was a babysitter who looked after the babies when I was out,

And the other took care of the house.

Still, I was the one who took care of my original god in bed every night.

For a while, life seemed to smooth out, but then, once again, fate dealt us a harsh blow. Mike was injured during one of his matches, tearing his knee badly enough that surgery became urgent. The doctors said he would need at least four months of physical therapy after the procedure.

Four months of Mike at home, unable to play, was a nightmare for him.

What made it even worse was that his club had changed coaches between seasons, so he would miss the pre-season training with the new coach.

It was my turn to be there for him again--and that's exactly what I did.

I took care of his physical therapy appointments, joined him at the gym, and continued to look after him at night. He could no longer stand on his feet, so I turned into a wild cowgirl in bed to help satisfy him.

It became difficult for him to get an erection because of the medication he was taking to manage the pain, so it became my responsibility to help him in that way too.

Day by day, he improved, and finally, the doctors gave him the green light to return to his team. But by then, it was too late.

The new coach had already made up his mind about the team lineup. Mike, once one of the best players, now found himself left out of the starting lineup for every game, despite the tremendous effort he put into training.

This was a mystery to him, and I could see it eating away at him.

Then one night, he came home with a strange look on his face. Of course, I could read him like an open book. I asked,

"What's wrong, baby?"

He looked down, unable to meet my gaze, and said,

"I found out the reason."

I figured it out instantly and replied,

"Did that son of a bitch finally tell you what he really wanted?"

He lowered his face and said,

"It's all about you."

I looked into his eyes, then asked,

"And what did you tell him?"

He lowered his face again and replied,

"I should have asked you first before giving him my answer."

Then, suddenly, he looked at me and said,

"Why aren't you surprised? Did you know?"

I got on my knees before him and said,

"Look at me, Mike."

Reluctantly, he raised his eyes, and I added,

"I told you before--most of your teammates approached me. I don't know what you told them about me in bed, but most of them got hard the moment I started talking to any of them."

He lowered his face once more, blushing, and I said impatiently,

"Look at me while we're talking. We're both adults."

He finally met my eyes, filled with tears, and said in a cracked voice,

"I didn't tell them much. I just wanted to show off how my wife is... is..." He couldn't continue, his words breaking into sobs. He whispered,

"I'm sorry, baby."

I lifted his head with my hand, looking him in the eyes, and said,

"Baby, don't you dare feel ashamed. You've done nothing wrong. You just need to understand that you are my god, but not theirs. They envy you. They're just pigs who think with their dicks."

He looked at me with wet eyes but couldn't find the words, so I continued,

"I know how to deal with your teammates, but, to my surprise, your coach approached me as well."

His eyes filled with anger as he said,

"That son of a bitch. How dare he."

I caressed his face with both hands and said,

"Baby, that happens all the time. I knew women were chasing you, and men were chasing me. It's not about them, it's about us."

He stayed speechless, so I added,

"The last time he approached me, he threatened to keep you off the score sheet unless I slept with him."

His breath hitched, his face flushed with fury as he asked,

"And what did you tell him?"

I sighed before replying,

"I told him it was for you to decide. If he wanted me, he needed to ask your permission first."

He stood up suddenly, shouting,

"You told him to get my permission? What do you think I am? Am I a pimp?"

I pulled him back down gently and said patiently,

"No, baby. You are my husband, my lover, my god. I'm yours, only yours. I've told you that many times. If you wanted to share me with anyone, I would obey immediately. If you put me in a monastery and turned me into a nun, I would obey."

He looked at me, speechless, so I continued,

"I know you, Mike, and I know you want me to sleep with your coach, so let's not waste more time. If you want me to fuck him, just tell me."

His face turned red, and he looked down at the floor before saying, "Baby, I didn't mean to--"

I interrupted him again, saying,

"Say the words, and I will obey."

He lifted his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said,

"Baby, I have no other choice if I want to keep my career going, please fuck my coach."

I hugged him tightly and said,

"Okay, baby, don't worry. You'll shine again."

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I was 20, and he was 22 when I stepped into a luxury hotel room one night.

James, my husband's coach, was waiting for me there. He was over fifty years old, but in great shape for his age.

He greeted me at the door, taking my hand in his, then raised it to kiss it gently while locking eyes with me.

I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking in that moment. Was he hoping that by being polite, he could avoid coming off as the manipulative bastard he truly was?

I stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, pushing my long, well-shaved leg out from the slit of my sultry dress.

He looked at my bare leg with wide, hungry eyes, and I could see his erection rising under his shorts. I looked at him and said,

"You finally got what you wanted."

He cleared his throat and replied,

"I've dreamed of this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you."

I kicked off my high heels with a sigh and said,

"Ouuuf, these heels are killing my feet."

Leaning on the bed, I propped myself up on my elbows and added,

"Would you mind massaging my feet, please?"

He cleared his throat again, getting on his knees before me.

"It would be my honor, Jessica."

He gently placed both of my legs on his chest and began rubbing them. I faked a moan, saying,

"Ouuuhh, you're doing such a good job."

He continued rubbing my feet while I pretended to enjoy it. Then, to my surprise, he lifted one of my feet to his mouth and began sucking my toes.

He gently sucked on each of my toes, one by one, his touch slow and deliberate. The air between us grew charged, and soon my moans turned genuine, no longer feigned.

As he kissed his way up my legs, from my feet to my knees, then further to my thighs, each touch was a mix of soft caresses, gentle bites, and warm kisses.

He clearly knew what he was doing. Still fully dressed, I felt his eyes on me as he asked softly,

"Would my princess be kind enough to remove this dress so I can continue?"

His words snapped me back to reality. I had been losing myself in his touches, but now I hesitated for a moment. I looked at him and replied,

"Will you do it for me?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes full of admiration.

"You are so generous tonight, my princess."

I stood up and turned my back to him, allowing him access to unzip my dress, feeling the weight of the moment as his hands brushed lightly against my skin.

To my surprise, the son of a bitch gently gripped the zipper between his lips, pulling it down slowly, his actions deliberate and careful.

With each movement, his lips brushed against my skin, sending shivers through me as he kissed, caressed, and explored the exposed parts of my body.

The tension between us grew, and I felt my breath quicken as he continued his movements. I couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan as the moment intensified. Each touch, each kiss, was like a spark, and I felt myself losing control, swept away by the heat of it all.

When he reached down to my ass, he stopped and started to lick and softly bite my ass cheeks, and that began to drive me wild.

The son of a bitch hadn't even started to use his hands yet. He then grabbed my lace thong with his teeth, tugging it slightly down until my asshole was revealed.

I felt his hot breaths burning my asshole when he buried his face between my buttocks and started to lick it with his tongue.

"Ouuufff," a soft moan escaped from my lips involuntarily.

I felt frustrated when he stopped licking my asshole to return again to unzipping my dress, but I managed this time to stop myself from gasping.

When my dress was down to my ankles, he returned with his mouth again to my thong, then tugged it down slowly. Each movement, every lick, every suck, and each tantalizing touch drove me wild.

The frustration built to an unbearable peak, and I wanted to scream, begging for the teasing to end. I didn't plan to enjoy being with that son of a bitch, but what he was doing was driving me wilder each moment.

I stepped out of my dress and my thong when they were both at my ankles, then turned to face him, fully naked. He was still on his knees before me.

He looked at my naked body with hungry eyes and said,

"My god, you are more beautiful than what I imagined."

As usual, my body melted to his sweet words, so I said,

"You like what you see, old man?"

He smiled with confidence and said,

"You will see what that old man can do, princess."

I sat on the edge of the bed, then opened my legs, revealing my well-shaved pussy to him, and said erotically,

"Show me what you can do to please our friend here."

He got on his knees before me, then buried his face between my legs.

He started to kiss and softly bite my thighs. I was still sitting, propped up on my elbows on the bed. Then he came close to my clit with his tongue and began to lick it softly and slowly. I leaned down on my elbows, my breath getting heavier while my body was shivering.

He kept licking it softly, and then he cupped my clit with both his lips while his tongue was licking it faster.

"Ohhhh, ouuuf," I moaned in real pleasure.

He started to move his lips and his tongue faster and harder. My pussy was getting wet as my body was building an orgasm, and my body collapsed on the bed.

My breathing was getting heavier, and my moans were getting louder. My orgasm was coming soon when he stopped suddenly and stood on his feet.

I looked at him with frustrated eyes, while he said quietly,

"Do you want a drink, princess?"

I nodded in approval, although I was really annoyed.

He poured two glasses of wine, then returned, got on his knees again, and said,

"Here's your glass, princess." And instead of giving it to me in my hand, he poured it on my cunt.

"Ouuuf, it is chilling," I whispered while my body was shivering.

He laughed with confidence and said,

"The heat will wash out the chilling soon, princess."

He took a sip of his wine, then put the glass beside him and started again to lick my pussy. He was licking and sucking the wine mixed with my own juice and my body sweat.

Soon my body was building a new orgasm.

"Ouuf, yeah right there, suck harder, ouuufff." I was moaning in pleasure while he was sucking my pussy lips and licking my clit.

My legs were beginning to stiffen, and my moans were getting higher when he stopped again and stood on his feet, saying,

"Sorry, my princess, I need to take off my clothes."

It was a very old trick, but it was working on me. I wanted at that moment to beg him to finish me off.

He took off his T-shirt, then his shorts, and his erect dick jumped out. He then got on his knees again after a long two minutes of waiting on fire, then poured some wine again on my pussy and said, as if he was talking to my pussy,

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my friend."

I thought of kicking his face with my leg and leaving the room for good. I was really angry at what he was doing, but at that moment, my body was on fire. So instead of walking out on him, I submitted my body to his moves, waiting for him to allow me to cum.

He started again to suck my pussy, and he was really sucking it this time.

My body again built a new orgasm. The more he sucked, the nearer it became, and finally it hit my body.

"Ouuufff, I'm, I'm cuming," I screamed. Then the pleasure attacked my body like waves. It was so massive that I kept cuming for more than two minutes.

He kept sucking my cunt while my body was quaking on the bed and my screams were filling the room.

I was lying on the bed trying to catch my breath when he held my legs up and moved his body between them. Then he pushed his dick inside my pussy aggressively, and I screamed loudly.

"Ouuuff, be gentle please."

He opened my legs wider and started to push his dick inside my wet pussy harder and said between his heavy breaths,

"Fuck being gentle, I will destroy your pussy, bitch."

I inhaled when he called me a bitch. I hadn't gotten used to being called that, so I said between my breaths,

"No, don't, don't call me that."

He kept pushing inside me harder and faster, and my screams were getting higher while he was saying through his breaths,

"You are my bitch for tonight."

I was moving my body to meet his aggressive thrusts when I said,

"Noooooo, please don't call me that, ouuuffff."

He stopped suddenly and said,

"You are my bitch, say it."

My body was on fire, and dirty talk was getting me wilder, but I didn't want to submit to that blackmailing old son of a bitch.

"No, I'm not."

He started moving slowly inside me, putting my body on more fire, and said,

"Ok, as you wish." I moved my body closer to take more of his dick, but he was moving back.

"Fuck me, son of a bitch," I screamed suddenly.

He giggled and said,

"I only fuck my bitches. Are you one of them?"

I was so horny and needed to cum, and after all, I needed to please him for Mike's sake (that's how I convinced myself to submit to him), so I shouted,

"Yes, I am. Fuck me now, please."

He kept moving his dick slowly inside me and said,

"You are what?"

I screamed, "I'm your bitch for tonight; my body is yours. Fuck me harder, please. I'm on fire."

He then put my legs on his shoulders and started to move his hips faster and harder inside me.

He was holding my hips with both his hands. "You like getting drilled by older men, bitch?"

he said through his breaths.

I screamed again,

"I like your dick inside me. Fuck, ouuuuf, fuck harder. I'm your bitch."

He pushed harder inside me while my body was moving hysterically on the bed, and suddenly I screamed,

"Ohhh holy shit, I'm cuming, oooohhhhh."

Then I felt the pleasure waves attacking me again, and he kept fucking me till my orgasm faded away.

He pulled his dick out, allowing my juice to leak out of my pussy, but then he ordered me,

"On your fours, bitch."

I was trying to catch my breath, but I got on all fours immediately.

He pushed his dick inside me instantly, holding my body from my hips, and started fucking me faster from behind.

"My god, your pussy is amazing, bitch," he said between his heavy breaths.

I was screaming in pain and pleasure. His dick was reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust, and then he extended his hand and pulled my long blond hair and said,

"Now let's get rougher."

I screamed out of pain and pleasure, and yelled,

"Yeaaah, destroy my cunt. I'm yours, use me, and fuck me harder."

My dirty talk drove him wilder while he was fucking me harder and faster, and again my orgasm was hitting my body.

"Ouuuuf, fuck, I'm cuming, ouuuufff."

He pulled out his dick when he felt my juice covering it and cupped my pussy lips with his mouth, sucking my juice, saying,

"My god, your juice is tasty, bitch."

I pushed my body back while still trying to catch my breath, allowing him to suck each drop of my juice.

He then got the glass of wine and poured it on my asshole, then buried his face between my ass cheeks.

"Hold on, please let me catch my breath, ouuufff," I moaned while he started to lick my asshole and pushed his tongue inside it.

He stood on his feet, then pushed his dick in my asshole. I felt a wave of pain attacking my body, so I screamed,

"Oh my god, ouuuff, it hurts."

He ignored me and held my hips with both his hands, then started to push harder and faster inside my asshole.

"Ouuuf, fuck, ouufff, fuck me harder; tear this dirty hole with your dick."

He kept pushing inside me. My screams were getting higher and mixed with his heavy breaths when he said,

"You like getting fucked in your ass, bitch?"

I screamed, "Yeaaah, fuck me in my forbidden hole, fuck me harder, ouuuffff."

He kept fucking me while I extended my hand to rub my pussy. I wanted to cum again. My body was getting hungrier and hotter, and the orgasm again was attacking me. "Ouuufff, I'm cuming again, ohhhhh."

He kept pushing inside my asshole till I finished my orgasm, then he pulled his dick out and said,

"Suck my dick, bitch. Finish me off."

I struggled to turn back to face him, then I took his dick in my mouth. I felt cheap to suck his dick that was covered by my pussy, my ass, and his pre-cum smells and tastes, but I sucked his dick in a hungry way as if my life depended on it.

He didn't take long to reach his orgasm as he suddenly groaned and screamed,

"Ohh, I'm cuming, bitch."

I kept sucking his dick while he was pushing it inside my mouth until I felt his hot creampie it.

I pulled it out to take some ropes on my face, then I put it back in my mouth, sucking it till the last drop.

He stood before me panting while I was swallowing his seeds, and my face was covered by his cum. He smiled with confidence and said,

"What do you think now, bitch?"

I lay on my back, wiping his cum from my face, then licked it in my mouth and said, "Not bad for your age, old man."

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The unexpected turn in my life awaited me when I returned home that night.

Mike was waiting in our bedroom, naked and fully erect.

I was exhausted after that old man fucked the shit out of me, but I couldn't say NO to my god.

He said when he saw me,

"Can you suck my dick, baby?"

I got on my knees between his legs and started sucking his dick when he asked,

"Did you enjoy your night, baby?"

I nodded and kept sucking.

"Was he good? Any good?" he asked again.

I nodded again, locking my gaze with his while sucking.

"Did he make you cum?" he asked nervously.

I nodded again.

"How many times?" he asked, jealousy dripping from his words.

I pulled his dick out and replied,

"Several times," then returned to sucking.

"How many times could he cum?"

I pulled out his dick again and said,

"Two."

He yelled that time,

"Two times? That old man could reload again?"

I ignored his comment and kept sucking.

"Come on, take off your dress and ride me," he said and lay back on the bed.

I took off my dress, getting fully naked before guiding his dick to my dripping wet pussy, then impaled myself on his dick.

"Tell me about the second round," he said through his breaths.

I was moving my body up and down on his dick, supporting myself on his knees.

My breasts were bouncing when I said,

"He fucked my face, ouuuff, to get erect, ouufff," I said, breathless. My body was building an orgasm.

He started to move his body under me to meet my moves and said,

"Then?"

"He tied my hands behind my back before gagging me with my thong," I said, starting to feel so horny from Mike's dick and the vivid memories.

"What? Was he that rough to you?" he said, almost breathless.

My talks were driving him wild as he began to push inside me harder.

"Ooohhh, ouuuuf, yeah he was," I replied; my orgasm was so near.

"Oohhhh, did you like it?" he asked.

"Ouufff, yeaaah, ooohh yes, I liked it."

"Is his dick bigger than mine?" He asked, pushing deeper inside me.

"Ohhhh fuck, ouuuff, no, not even close, but he knows how to use it." I struggled to reply as his dick was pushing into my womb, then I screamed,

"Ouuuuffff I'm cuming, ouuuuf!"

My body was quaking over his, but he kept pushing harder.

"Then what happened?" He asked with full concern.

I didn't reply as I was still recovering from my massive orgasm, but he didn't give me a chance as he kept pushing harder and deeper and asked again,

"Tell me."

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, when I said,

"He, he, ooooh, fucked me in both holes, ouuuufff, and was calling me slut and bitch."

He was listening with wide eyes; his dick was rock hard, and then he said between his teeth,

"Get on your fours, bitch."

I inhaled deeply when he called me bitch; it was his first time.

I got on all fours, and he knelt on the bed before shoving his dick aggressively into my pussy from behind. Then he extended his hand and pulled my hair.

"You like it when you are humiliated, bitch?" he said through heavy breaths.

"Ouuufff, yeaaaaah, I like it, damn, fuck," I screamed.

He spanked my ass with full force and started to push deeper into my cunt, still pulling my hair, and I screamed,

"Ohhhh god, yeah, fuck me harder, ouuufff!"

"You liked banging other dicks, dirty slut," he screamed.

"Ohhh god, yeah, I'm a dirty slut, yeaaah ouuuuf, punish me daddy, I was naughty, fuuuuuuck, I'm coming again!"

My body was moving on its own hysterically when a gush of my juice leaked from my pussy.

"I've never seen you that horny, bitch," he screamed.

"Yeaaaaaah, I'm your bitch, daddy, ouuuuf aaaaaahhhhaa," I was screaming hysterically.

"Would you fuck other dicks, bitch?" he was screaming.

"Only if you want me to, baby," I screamed back; his dick was almost in my stomach.

"Will you let me fuck other pussies?" he was fucking me like crazy.

"Only if you let me watch," I screamed, almost half-conscious; my eyes were rolling.

He groaned loudly and screamed,

"I'm coming, bitch, oohhhhhh!"

I screamed back,

"I'm coming too, oooooooohhhhh yeaaaaah!"

Then I felt his hot, thick cream in my pussy, while I was losing control over my body.

I felt his hands gently shaking me, his worried voice breaking through the haze,

"Baby, wake up. Are you okay?"

I struggled to open my eyes, my voice weak and groggy as I murmured,

"What happened, baby?"

"You passed out. I'm so sorry for being rough with you," he said, his tone shaky with guilt.

I forced a smile, trying to reassure him.

"Please, next time, be as rough as you need to be. This is the best fuck I ever had in my life."

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It was the year I turned 21, and Mike was 22, the year he was named the NBA's best player.

His star shone brighter than ever, and mine followed close behind.

We had become public figures, our names constantly in the headlines, our faces plastered across magazines. Invitations to prestigious events like the Oscars and the White House became commonplace.

Yet, despite our newfound fame and all the glamour that came with it, there were nights when we shed our polished public personas.

We retreated into each other, wild and untamed, as ferocious as animals in the woods, chasing the raw intensity of our bond.

Each night, we would experiment with something new, from threesomes to BDSM. But the most cherished part of each night began when we lay naked together in our bed.

Being with others was a double-edged sword, driving both of us to the brink. Watching him fuck another woman ignited a storm of wildness, horniness, and jealousy within me. I would have lunged forward, nails bared, to scratch that woman if I hadn't been pinned to the bed by another man drilling into my pussy or my ass.

So, when we were finally alone, even after a night of shared intimacy with others, Mike would fuck the shit out of me. Watching me get banged by others turned him wild, so when we finally got into bed afterward, he would fuck me until I passed out, claiming me entirely for himself.

But that night felt different; it held a special anticipation, as Mike told me,

"We're invited to a private party, baby," he said, a mysterious gleam in his eyes.

I couldn't help but smile, intrigued, and replied,

"What kind of party, baby?"

He returned my smile, his voice low and confident,

"The kind you'll love the most, baby."

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After about thirty minutes, we stood at the receptionist's desk, waiting as they checked the guest list.

Once they confirmed our names, they handed us face masks. I chose a sleek silver mask to complement my dress, while Mike picked a bold golden one.

With our masks in place, the receptionist opened a small door that led into the party hall. As I stepped inside, a chill ran through my body.

The room was vast, nearly shrouded in darkness, with only dim lighting casting eerie shadows. A haunting melody echoed through the room, a mix of distorted music with unsettling moans and screams, as if pulled straight from a horror film.

Before I could take it all in, a strong arm suddenly yanked me away from Mike.

I spun around, but he was gone, swallowed by the dim chaos of the room.

The arm belonged to a naked guy with a black face mask. He pulled me toward him, and in an instant, his lips crashed against mine, his kiss deep and urgent. His hands roamed over my body, sending jolts of heat through me. I couldn't help but respond, matching the passion in his kiss.

But then, another presence. A mouth pressed against the bare skin of my back, tracing soft, heated kisses along my shoulders.

I wanted to turn, to see who it was, but the man in the black mask kept me still, his grip firm.

The man behind me urged me forward, while the black masked figure tugged me closer. In a heartbeat, the black mask sat on the couch, guiding my head down, his control unyielding as he shoved his big dick in my mouth.

I attempted to get to my knees, but the man behind me held me firmly, his grip unyielding, preventing any movement

Instead, he allowed me to bend forward, his control over my body absolute.

I bent with my hands on the black mask's thighs to maintain my balance. The black mask was pulling my hair as he started to move his hips up and down to fuck my mouth, while the man behind me was on his knees pulling my dress up until my ass was on display, and started to suck my pussy and my asshole.

My body was shivering, and I wanted to scream or even moan in pleasure, but the Black mask kept my mouth busy.

Then I felt a big dick entering my wet pussy while the black mask was using both hands to pull my head down to his dick.

The man behind me was holding my hips and started to fuck me harder and faster, and so was the Black mask.

They both were very rough with me, so that despite the waves of pleasure attacking my body, I was also in pain.

I tried all the tricks that I knew to push air into my lungs, but the big dick in my mouth was almost blocking all pathways.

When the Black mask briefly pulled his dick from my mouth, I wanted to produce some screams and protests, but all I could produce was saliva, while I was trying to push air into my body.

The dick inside my cunt was driving me crazy too; the man behind me was fucking me like crazy and never stopped since he shoved it inside.

I came, then I came again. I wanted to have a break, or to get on my knees, or even to take off my dress, but the two guys didn't give me a chance.

Then finally, the Black mask pulled his dick from my mouth, turned my body around, and pushed me down to sit on his dick. I finally found a time to protest and screamed, "Ohhhh, give me a break, you sons of bitches!"

As soon as I said that, the man behind me shoved his dick in my mouth again. He was wearing a white mask, while the Black mask shoved his dick in my asshole aggressively. Again, I wanted to scream or protest, but my mouth was busy.

The White mask was really fucking my mouth; he was holding my head with both hands while his dick moved frantically in my mouth down to my throat, while the Black mask was moving my body up and down on his dick, pushing it deeper in my asshole.

At least in that position my hands were free, so I managed to take off my dress.

After a short while, the Black mask lowered his body a little, then used both hands to lift my legs up, while his dick was still inside my ass.

The White mask pulled out his dick from my mouth, then bent forward with his hands on the couch arms and shoved his dick in my cunt.

"Ouuuf, ooooh fuck," I screamed.

The Black mask was almost carrying my body up to give the White mask access to my pussy.

I had been double penetrated before but not like that; they were so rough.

The White mask was pushing his dick deeper in my cunt using his full weight, and before I could scream again, another dick was shoved in my mouth.

I looked at the newcomer through my wet eyes and found a new man in a blue mask.

The Blue mask held my head and started to fuck my mouth while the Black mask's dick was deep in my ass, and the White mask was fucking my cunt, when I felt something new.

I felt a whip moving on my right tit. I wanted to see who the newcomer was, but the Blue mask was holding my head.

The whip was moving slowly on both my tits, and I was expecting the attack at any moment.

I was like a sandwich between the Black and the White masks; I couldn't move my body while my head was stuck between the Blue Mask's hands.

Then suddenly the whip attacked my right nipple, creating a great wave of pain mixed with another great wave of pleasure.

The White mask pulled his dick out at that moment, and for the first time in my life, I experienced squirting.

They were all orchestrating together to cause that squirt; they knew exactly what they were doing. My juice was like a flood out of my pussy, while my body was moving hysterically on the Black mask's dick. I wanted to scream or even look down at my squirt, but the Blue mask didn't give me a chance.

Then the Blue mask pulled his dick from my mouth while the Black mask was pulling his dick from my ass. I inhaled deeply, trying to take in as much air as I could before the Black mask threw my body on the floor roughly.

When I opened my eyes, I found the Black and the White masks stroking their dicks with their hands. In less than a minute, they both groaned loudly, and their cum flew in the air then landed on my body.

Rope after rope, I was covered by their hot, thick cum.

I lay on my side, squeezing my legs, trying to get more air when I felt a hand pulling my hair and dragging my body to a nearby couch.

When I could see what was happening, I found a woman in leather thongs and a cat mask sitting on the couch, spreading her legs.

The strong arm that was dragging my body on the floor pushed my head between the Cat woman's legs.

I was on my knees when I started to suck the woman's cunt, then I felt a big dick pushed into my cunt from behind. I was asking myself: am I the only woman in this party? Why is everyone coming for me?

My body was still on fire; although I was getting humiliated at every moment, the pleasure I was feeling was something I had never experienced before.

The man behind me (I thought at that moment that he must be the Blue mask) was holding my hips and started to push inside me harder and faster.

The Cat woman was pulling my head to her cunt, then she started to whip my back.

"Ouuuff, it hurts, ooooh fuck!" I was at least able to speak and scream in that position, although I was getting punished by a whip on my back when I protested or said something the Cat woman didn't like.

It's useless to say that I came, because I lost count of my orgasms that night.

It was something like continuous orgasms; my body was in pain and pleasure all the time. After a while, the Cat woman's legs stiffened and trembled, and then I felt a gush of her juice in my mouth, and to be honest, it tasted yummy.

I sipped each drop of her juice before she moved from the couch, then I found another big dick in my mouth. I looked up to see a man in a green mask, then he held my head and started to push his dick into my mouth again.

The Blue mask was fucking my cunt like crazy; it had been more than ten minutes since he started, and he never stopped or slowed down.

Then the Blue mask pulled out of my pussy, and I saw him stroking his dick while I was sucking the Green mask's dick. Then he groaned loudly before he unloaded all his cum on my face.

The Green mask pulled out his dick, then came behind me and pushed his dick in my ass. "Ooouuuff, holy shit," I screamed.

Then I found the Cat woman again sitting on the couch, and she pulled my face between her legs while she was sucking a dick.

The Green mask was fucking my ass harder and deeper, so in less than two minutes, he pulled out his dick and came to unload on my face, while the dick in the Cat woman's mouth disappeared then was shoved in my cunt.

It seemed after a while that the Cat woman was getting the dicks ready to fuck me; many men were taking turns on my pussy and my ass while I was struggling to please the Cat woman's pussy to avoid being punished by her whip.

My knees were in hell, my hips were in hell, my mouth was in hell, but my pussy was hell itself.

Dick after dick and fuck after fuck, my body was covered by all kinds of liquids. My juice, men's cum, Cat woman's juice, my sweat, and other people's sweat.

After a long time, the Cat woman pushed my body with her leg to lie on my back on the floor. Although on another occasion I would have been furious and would have shown her my bad temper, at the moment I appreciated what she did as finally I could have a break. I lay on my back, spreading my legs with my eyes closed, and passed out.

I then inhaled deeply and opened my eyes to find more than ten men standing around me and giving me golden showers. Their piss was going everywhere on my body. I tried to protect my face with my hands, but that was in vain as the piss was already in my eyes and in my mouth.

Finally, they finished and started laughing and high-fiving each other, but before I could sit up, the Cat woman straddled my face then pissed in my mouth directly. I coughed and gagged, but she didn't let me go until she finished.

Then she hugged me deeply and said with a soft voice,

"Good girl, we all loved you here, and we hope you will come back soon." She then kissed my mouth passionately.

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I was 22, and Mike was 24 when we finally got married.

We traveled to Hawaii for a vacation, and while we were there, we exchanged vows in a small church. It was an intimate ceremony--just me, Mike, our babies, and Sandra, our babysitter.

After what the fuck happened at that orgy party, we decided to stop.

I spent more than three days in bed, recovering from the torture I had endured that night. My voice was gone for over a week before I finally regained it.

Mike explained that we were the guests of honor at the party, being newcomers, and as a result, all eyes were on us.

He said that all the women at the party were making advances toward him, except for Cat Woman--apparently, she was a lesbian.

After some long, hard discussions, we both agreed it was time to stop that shit. We had already pushed the boundaries, trying almost everything, but now, with our growing public profile, the risk of our private activities being exposed was too fucking great.

If anything leaked to media, it would cause a scandal, and that could seriously harm his career. So, we decided to walk away from that chapter.

Then, just two weeks before we were set to marry, I gave Mike the news--I was pregnant again. That's when we made the decision to get officially married, and we did.

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I was 22, and he was 24 when my mom called.

"Hey, Jessie," she began, her voice sounding different.

"Hey, Mom. How are you?" I asked, sensing something was wrong.

There was a long pause before she replied, her tone soft.

"I'm fine, baby. But it's your dad..."

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice.

"What's wrong with Dad?"

Another pause. Her next words were filled with emotion.

"He's in the hospital, Jessie."

Her voice cracked as she continued,

"He's dying, Jessie. He wants to see you. Please, come... he doesn't have much time."

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I was 22, and Mike was 24 when we stood in my dad's hospital room.

My legs were trembling; it was the first time I'd seen or spoken to him since I ran away with Mike.

"Come on, Jessie. He needs you," Mike said, his voice soft but insistent.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at my dad. He was sleeping.

He looked so pale, hooked up to an oxygen mask.

Tears sprang to my eyes. I had always loved my dad. He'd been kind, never said no to me, and I was his favorite daughter. But when it came down to it, I had to choose between him and my faith. And as a true believer, I had chosen God.

I walked closer to his bed and gently caressed his face, whispering,

"Dad, I'm here."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, a wide pale smile spreading across his face.

He slowly removed the mask from his mouth and said faintly,

"Jessie, baby, thank you for coming. I was afraid I'd go before I got to see you."

I knelt beside his bed, took his hand, and kissed it. Through my tears, I said,

"Dad, don't say that. You'll stay with us."

His smile faded into a faint one, and he replied softly,

"The cancer didn't give me much of a chance to stay, baby. I've only fought through these last days to see you before I go."

I kissed his hand again, trying to force a smile through my tears.

"If waiting to see me gave you the strength to fight, then I'll leave again, if that's what it takes."

His smile grew a little wider, and he struggled to lift his hand to caress my face.

"It's the end, baby. I just wanted you to forgive me. I didn't understand your feelings. I thought you were just a wild teenager, foolish enough to fall for the wrong person. But I was wrong."

I kissed his hand once more.

"No, Dad, you don't need to apologize. I should apologize for running away like I did. I should've stayed and tried to make you understand."

He smiled faintly as his breaths became heavier, then he started coughing.

"As you said, no need for that now. The most important thing is that you're here."

I stood up, wiping my eyes.

"I want to show you something, Dad."

I ran out of the room, then returned with my two babies in my arms.

"Say hello to your grandfather."

Dad's eyes lit up as he looked at them. They both mumbled something that sounded like "hello."

"Oh, God, Jessie. They're beautiful. I wish I had time to play with them."

I knelt beside his bed again, holding his hands tightly.

"You'll have all the time you need, Dad. Trust me."

I was wrong. My dad passed away later that same day.

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When we returned home, it was just Mike, my baby gods, my mom, and the handsome fortune my dad had left me.

I begged Mom to come live with us. She was alone, and I needed her.

After much hesitation, she agreed to stay with us--for a short visit. But after some gentle persuasion, I managed to convince her to stay until after I gave birth.

Mom fell in love with Mike instantly, and, of course, with my baby gods.

"You were right, Jessie. Mike was the right choice," she would often say.

It was the best time I'd ever spent with her. We'd talk for hours in the garden, watching my babies play around us.

I opened up to her completely, sharing everything about what was happening with Mike--including our wild nights. She never judged me, nor did she judge Mike for what we were doing.

I tried my best to help her heal from her grief, and for a while, I thought I had succeeded. I hoped she would stay with me forever.

At that time, neither of us knew she would be forced to stay.

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I was 23, and Mike was 24 when I received a phone call.

"Hi, Jessica Brown speaking," I said, trying to sound calm.

A man's voice came through the line, cold and unfamiliar.

"Mrs. Brown, we're very sorry to inform you of some bad news."

My heart seemed to drop into my stomach.

"Who is this?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"This is Central Hospital," the man replied.

I felt a surge of panic.

"Hospital? What happened?"

His voice was heavy with regret.

"It's your husband, Mr. Michael Brown. We're deeply sorry to inform you that he passed away about five minutes ago... in a car accident."

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That was the only memory I had of those days.

They told me I had attended the funeral, kissed Mike goodbye in his coffin, and stood there as they buried him beneath the earth. But honestly, I couldn't remember any of it.

The only thing I truly recalled was waking up in the hospital, panic rising within me as soon as my eyes fluttered open.

"Where are my babies?" I shouted, my voice shaking.

Mom rushed to my side, gently caressing my face.

"They're at home with Sandra, baby. Don't worry."

I looked at her, then down at my body. My tears started to fall when I realized my baby bump was gone.

"What happened to my other babies?" I whispered, the dread sinking deep inside me.

Mom's touch was comforting but filled with sorrow.

"They're fine, baby. You gave birth to them this morning. Just calm down."

I broke down, tears streaming down my face, then started screaming,

"I want my babies. Bring them to me. Now!"

I remember then, a doctor rushing into the room with two nurses.

He injected something into my arm, and everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes again, there was a stranger sitting beside my bed.

She introduced herself as a psychologist, though I could barely focus on her words. My vision was blurry, and my mind was struggling to stay alert.

I kept my gaze fixed on the door, waiting for Mike to walk in, his beautiful smile lighting up the room. But he never came.

Rage bubbled up inside me. I hated him. How dare he leave me? How could he go and not take me with him?

The woman continued speaking, but her words barely registered. All I wanted was to go to Mike. I had promised him that I would follow him anywhere, and I needed to keep that promise.

Suddenly, I felt her hand gently on my face.

"Are you with me, Jessica?" she asked softly, her face now close to mine.

I blinked at her, trying to focus. She was saying something, and it took a moment for it to sink in.

"I know you want to follow Mike," she said quietly, "but that would be a mistake."

A mistake? How dare she say that? Following my faith, my God, could never be a mistake. This woman was clearly a non-believer.

"You have four children to care for," she continued, her voice steady but gentle. "Four children who have just lost their father. They'll need their mother more than ever."

Four kids? The words hit me like a physical blow.

Yes, I had two babies now, but I also had the two I'd just given birth to. I had four kids now.

The woman gently patted my face, her eyes filled with concern.

"Jessica, I know you're a good mother. If you can't live for yourself right now, at least try to live for your children."

Her words echoed in my mind. Yes, I had to live for my babies. They needed me. Once I ensured they were safe, I could finally go meet my God.

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At 25, I had started my own private business. In no time, I found myself on the list of millionaires.

The combination of my life insurance payout, the compensation from the basketball team, my inheritance from my father, and Mike's legacy easily put me there.

With this new wealth came a regimented routine. My days were tightly structured.

I woke up at 6 a. m. every morning to visit Mike's grave, laying fresh flowers that I'd pick from the garden of my luxurious home. I'd talk to him, sharing every detail of my life. Then, I'd return home to have breakfast with my children.

By day, I focused on my new business--selling high-end women's fashion. I used my connections with elite women in our society to make it a success.

By 5 p. m., I was home again, having dinner with my kids and Mom.

After dinner, I spent time with my children--helping with their studies, playing, reading--whatever they needed, until they were tucked in by 10 p. m. Then, I would spend an hour chatting with Mom and Sandra, our babysitter, before finally heading to bed at 11 p. m.

Eleven p. m. was also when I would "meet" Mike in my mind, as I lay in bed. I would talk to him until I fell asleep. It was my illusion, yes, but it gave me the strength to keep going.

Mike also visited me in my dreams, sometimes making love to me same way he was doing to me while he was alive, I would wake up next morning with relieved body and wet panties.

I was approached by many men, but no one could compare to Mike. Even from the other side, he seemed to take care of me.

Life moved slowly, day by day, but I had to ensure my children's safety. They were my everything.

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By the time I was 30, my daily routine had shifted. I made it a point to attend every one of my children's training sessions.

Sam and Chris played volleyball, Liz was a dedicated swimmer, and Mike Jr. played basketball.

I never left them alone during their practices or matches. I wanted to be there, supporting them and ensuring they had everything they needed to succeed in life--especially before my time was up.

I was 43 when I stepped into my house at 2 PM, my first time breaking my routine. But a whisper in my ear from Mike urged me to return home.

I had these whispers from time to time, and I always followed them--they never disappointed me.

Am I crazy? Do you still ask yourself that? Of course, I fucking am.

Anyway, my time on earth has been short. My kids were almost safe.

Chris and Sam had become professional volleyball players. They even made the USA national team, with contracts worth seven digits.

Liz had become an Olympic gold medal champion and a megastar by the age of 19.

Mike Jr., who was the spitting image of his father, was playing on the same team his late father had. His contract was still in the six digits, but he was growing and improving.

My baby gods had developed their careers, and they'd become millionaires, even without a goddamn penny from me. This was all in addition to their studies at their colleges.

I shouted when I stepped inside the house,

"Hey, I'm home!"

But no one replied.

It was strange, because Mom never left home without telling me, and Sandra should have been here too.

I slipped into a pair of ordinary slippers and headed upstairs to check on Mom. That's when Sandra appeared downstairs, wearing a strange, see-through corset.

Sandra panicked when she saw me, almost dropping the four empty glasses she was carrying on a small tray. She quickly shouted,

"Hey Jessie, you're early today."

I looked at her, confused. "Hey Sandra, where's Mom?"

I wanted to ask why the hell she was dressed like that, but I didn't.

Sandra shouted again,

"Your mom is in her room, Jessie."

I heard noises coming from Mike Jr.'s room, but I wasn't sure what the fuck it was.

So I said to Sandra,

"Why are you shouting, Sandra? I'm not deaf."

I turned to head to Mom's room when Sandra called out again,

"Jessie, please, can you come downstairs for a moment? I need to show you something."

I was growing more suspicious. Something felt terribly off, and I could smell sex in the air, that disgusting, animalistic smell.

I ignored her and hurried to Mom's room. But before I could reach it, the noise from Mike Jr.'s room was unmistakable--the wet, sickening sounds of fucking.

I opened the door without knocking and stepped inside, only to stop dead in my tracks, horror seizing me.

On the bed, Mike was there, naked on his knees, fucking my mother in her fucking pussy from behind in doggy style.

And that wasn't all, as Liz, my own daughter, was lying on her back, naked and shamelessly spreading her legs to give access to her grandmother's mouth to suck her fucking wet cunt.

Mike turned his face when he heard the door open, then froze, his eyes widening in shock when he saw me.

Mom screamed like a cheap fucking slut when he stopped fucking her,

"Ohhhh fuck, Mike, don't stop, fuck my dirty cunt harder!"

She turned her face to see me when Mike pulled his dick out of her cunt, and then collapsed on the bed, trying to cover her disgusting sweaty naked body.

Liz was frantically trying to hide her own nudity under the bed sheets.

Mike jumped to his feet, hands raised.

"Mom, wait, I can explain, for God's sake!"

I was out of control at that moment. I leaped onto the bed, closing the distance to Mike, then gathered all my strength and slapped him across the face.

Mike was taken by surprise.

"Mom, this is your first--"

But I didn't give him a chance to finish his pathetic sentence. I kicked him square in the balls, then leaped onto his body when he bent down, roaring in agony.

I pummeled his chest, scratching him with my nails, while Mom, Liz, and Sandra, who had just appeared in the doorway, screamed and begged me to stop this madness.

I was in another world, consumed by a blinding rage, beating my own son with every ounce of power I had, screaming,

"How dare you cheat on me again, you son of a bitch?!"

I kept repeating my words like a broken fucking record, unable to stop the flood of fury.

Then I heard it--a whisper in my ear, gently urging me to stop this nightmare.

I fucking froze.

I stood up, looking down at Mike, who was lying on his back, roaring with shame and pain.

I felt absolutely nothing for him in that moment. Without a single goddamn word, I turned to leave the room.

But before I walked out, I turned back to face them, my voice dripping with venom, and said,

"You dirty, horny old woman, I don't want your disgusting ass in my fucking house!"

Then I turned to Sandra and spat,

"You too, you treacherous bitch, get the fuck out of my house!"

I then left the room, the image of their depravity burned into my mind.

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As soon as I closed my door, I collapsed to my knees, crying. But then the door opened again, and I heard my mother's voice, soft yet firm.

"Jessie, baby, can we talk?"

I didn't even look at her as I shouted, "Get the fuck out of my room!"

But Mom's voice hardened.

"No, Jessie. We need to talk."

I turned my head and looked up at her, shocked by her naked body. My voice shook as I shouted,

"You came into my room like this, and you want to talk? What kind of woman are you?!"

Mom yelled back, her voice sharp,

"Jessie, I'm your mother! You shouldn't speak to me that way!"

I sprang to my feet, facing her, my voice rising,

"I'll talk to you however the hell I want, you fucking old whore!"

Mom swallowed the sting of my words, taking a deep breath before responding patiently, "Jessie, please, show me some respect. I'm still your mother."

Her calmness only made me angrier, and I shouted louder, my frustration taking over, "You would better think of that goddamn RESPECT before getting drilled by your grandson, or before getting your face drenched with your granddaughter's fucking pussy juice! Don't you ever talk to me about respect!"

Mom listened to me with wide eyes before raising her hand and slapping me hard across the face.

"I'm your mother, and you will speak to me with respect!"

I glared at her, anger flooding my mind. Thoughts of all the things I could say to hurt her raced through my head, but she was my mother. She must have sensed what I was thinking, as she spoke in a controlled voice.

"Sit down, Jessie. Listen to me, and don't take your temper out on me."

I was panting, trying to rein in my fury, my hand still stinging from the slap. But then she added, her voice steady,

"Look at me, Jessie. Look at this old body, these sagging breasts, this neglected woman you're judging."

Her words took me by surprise. It was the first time Mom had spoken so openly about her own body and desires. My anger began to subside as I listened to her.

"I'm over 65 years old, Jessie. Your father's been gone for more than 20 years. I dedicated my life to you and to your kids."

She sat down on the bed, her voice softer but still firm.

"Do you think you could raise four kids on your own? Do you think your children could live with a half-dead mother? It was me who took care of them when you lost yourself. It was me who stayed with them when you were lost in another world with your dead husband."

I opened my mouth to respond, but she kept going.

"Do you even know your kids, Jessie? You're always wrapped up in Mike. When you smile, it's for him. When you talk, it's in his voice. When you think, it's with his mind. You're not living with us, Jessie--you're living with a ghost who still controls your life."

Each word stung, and I felt my frustration rising. I snapped,

"Don't you ever talk about Mike that way, and don't try to hide your disgusting shit actions behind my behavior."

Mom sighed, her tone softer now.

"Shit actions? You call my relationship with my grandsons a shit? It was like a drop of water on my lips when I was dying of thirst. A rescue from God to help me keep going when everything felt empty. You may not want joy in your life, Jessie, but what about us? Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever asked yourself where Chris and Sam's girlfriends are? Why hasn't Liz had a boyfriend yet? Is she still a virgin? Have you ever talked to her like a mother should? No, you haven't. All you care about is keeping them safe so you can follow your dead husband into the other world."

I wanted to lash out at this woman for insulting Mike, but her words pulled me back into a harsh reality. She was right--she was absolutely right. I had never done that with my kids, and that hit me hard. Still, I tried to hold onto my obstinacy.

"But none of that excuses what you did," I said through gritted teeth.

Mom smiled, a small, almost eerie smile, and replied,

"I don't need excuses, Jessie. I don't feel ashamed or guilty. If they asked to fuck me right now before your own eyes I would do it without hesitation."

She stood up, walked to the door, and then paused, turning to face me one last time.

"You were right about one thing, though. Your kids are gods, and no one should ever tell a god no."

With that, she left the room.

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I lay in my bed, curled up like an embryo in its mother's womb, consumed by the thoughts of what Mom had just told me.

She was right. Absolutely right. I was like half a person, walking through life, not really living. I didn't have answers to any of the questions she posed, but did that justify her actions? Was that an excuse for what she had done?

A soft knock echoed on the door, but I was so deeply entrenched in my spiraling thoughts that I couldn't muster the will to answer.

Tears flowed down my cheeks, a relentless river of regret and self-pity. I had failed--I had truly failed. I hadn't followed my husband into the abyss, and I hadn't raised my kids the way I should have. So why the fuck was I still alive, tethered to this miserable existence?

Then, a wave of warmth enveloped me as a body pressed against my back, strong arms wrapping around my waist. A thick, calloused hand gently wiped away the wetness on my face. I heard Mike Jr.'s voice, muffled and distant, as though it traveled from the bottom of a well.

"Mom, Mom, can we talk? Please."

I slowly opened my eyes, my vision still blurred by the lingering tears, and a vague shape materialized before me. I instinctively rolled my body away, desperate to avoid facing him, only to find myself staring directly into Liz's soft, concerned face.

Liz tenderly wiped away the remaining tears, her expression gentle, and said with a soft, pleading smile,

"Mom, please. We need to talk."

I was lost in a fog of confusion and conflicting emotions. What the hell did they want to talk about? I wasn't even sure how I truly felt toward them at that moment. For the first time, a chilling realization washed over me: I felt like a stranger to my own children.

I didn't know them. I didn't know how they felt, what they thought, what desires lurked beneath their accomplished exteriors. But a weary part of me knew that I had to talk to them, that this chasm between us needed to be addressed, no matter how terrifying the prospect.

I rolled over onto my back, staring blankly up at the ceiling, the silence stretching taut between us.

After what felt like an eternity, the words finally escaped my lips, raw and hesitant. "What do you want to talk about?"

Mike sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his touch surprisingly gentle as he stroked my hair, while Liz softly caressed my arm, her eyes filled with an unreadable mix of emotions.

Then Mike spoke, his voice a low murmur of tenderness that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Oh, God, Mom... You're so beautiful, even now, with the anger and sadness etched on your face."

His words took me completely by surprise. What the fuck was he playing at? But, as always, a treacherous part of me remained vulnerable to the insidious sweetness of his words, a weakness I had carried for his father and now seemed destined to repeat.

I sighed, trying to gather the tattered remnants of my composure, but before I could formulate a response, Mike continued, his gaze intense.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, Mom."

His words echoed in my brain, a disturbing melody that resonated with a forbidden chord. What the fuck is he doing? Is he trying to seduce me or what? The thought sent a jolt of unease through me.

I cleared my throat, the sound rough in the quiet room, trying to steady myself before speaking.

"What do you want to talk about, PIG Mike? How do you explain the disgusting shit I saw? And what about you, my whore daughter Liz?" The harsh words tore from my throat, fueled by a desperate need to lash out.

Liz inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, the hurt in them palpable. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked directly into my eyes, her voice laced with a wounded plea. "Mom, do you really see me like that? I'm your daughter, the one you raised, the one who's just like you. Please, don't hurt us more before we even start talking."

Her words struck a painful chord within me, and a sharp pang of guilt pierced through my anger. But the raw fury was still there, a simmering undercurrent, and I was reluctant to offer any semblance of mercy. I looked at her, my expression hardening, the bitterness twisting my features.

"So what the hell do you want me to call a naked girl in her brother's bed with her grandmother's mouth on her wet, dirty cunt?"

Liz's tears welled up instantly and spilled down her cheeks as she spoke, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"You can call her deprived."

I sat up straighter on the bed, looking at her, a flicker of uncertainty crossing my anger. I didn't know how to respond to that. Then she added softly, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Mom, I'm a deprived girl... a girl who could only find safety within her own family."

I stood up abruptly, the anger surging back with renewed force, and shouted,

"Deprived? You have the fucking world at your feet, Liz! You're a mega star, beautiful with an amazing figure, and surrounded by a rich, famous family. What more in God's name could a girl like you possibly need?"

Liz rolled over to face me, her voice cracking with unshed tears.

"Love. I need love, Mom."

The simple, heartbreaking word caught in my throat, leaving me momentarily speechless, the force of her vulnerability disarming.

Liz stood up, and before I could fully process her words, she threw herself into my arms, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed,

"Oh, Mom, I really needed this. I needed your hug I needed to have this kind of connection with my mother."

I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, a wave of guilt washing over me, my own voice cracking as I asked,

"Liz, am I that bad of a mother? Didn't I give you enough love?"

Liz clung to me tighter, her firm gorgeous body shaking with emotion.

"You're the best mother ever, Mom. I love you to death. But we all feel like you're not really living with us. We try to shield you from our problems, only telling you the good things so you don't have to worry. My brothers are always there, taking care of me, but I miss you, Mom. The real you."

I hugged her even tighter, feeling the crushing weight of her words, and whispered softly, a question that had lingered unspoken for too long,

"Don't you have a boyfriend, baby?"

Liz sighed deeply, a sound filled with a resignation that chilled me.

"A boyfriend? Mom, who the hell would want to approach Sam and Chris's little sister? Or Mike's twin? No way."

I caressed her back gently, a small gesture of comfort in the face of my own failings.

She added, her voice tinged with a strange sort of pride,

"You raised me to be strong, to be a goddess. And a goddess should only be with someone like a god."

My hand stilled on her back, a sudden, horrifying realization dawning within me. Everything was so twisted, so wrong.

I had been so consumed by my own grief and longing that I had completely failed to see my children, to understand their needs, to guide them. I had ruined my family, lost in my own selfish world of memories and illusions.

I cleared my throat, the weight of my emotions a heavy lump in my chest, and muttered, "How fucked up we've become..."

At that moment, Mike appeared, and wrapped both of us in his long arms, his voice surprisingly gentle as he said,

"We're not fucked up, Mom. We're gods, and we know that."

I gently moved his arms away, a tremor in my voice as I replied, the ground beneath my understanding shifting precariously.

"I don't know if we're gods, Mike. I don't know who the hell we are anymore."

"And what's your story, Mike 'god'? What made you fuck your own grandmother?" The accusation ripped from my throat, raw and accusatory.

Mike wrapped his arms around both of us once more, his embrace strangely comforting despite the disturbing nature of his confession. His voice was calm yet firm.

"Do you want to hear the truth, Mom?"

I pulled away from Liz, my frustration and anger boiling over once again.

"Don't you fucking get on my nerves, young man!"

Mike sighed deeply, then spoke, his tone softer but still resolute, his eyes meeting mine with an unsettling intensity.

"Because she was deprived too, Mom. She never had any joy in her life while she was taking care of all of us, sacrificing everything. And the most important reason... is because she's your mother."

"What the fuck do you mean by that, Mike?" The question was a strangled whisper, laced with disbelief and a growing sense of dread.

Liz hugged me again from behind, her embrace a strange mix of comfort and something else I couldn't quite decipher, while Mike approached me slowly, his gaze unwavering.

"She is your mother, Mom; she brought our goddess--you--to this world. So if she was going to be fucked, she had to get fucked by a god."

My legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed onto the floor, the weight of his twisted logic crushing me. He really was a fucked-up person. Where in God's name had I been while my young son had turned into this... this insane being?

Liz sat behind me, wrapping her arms around me once again, a silent offering of comfort in the face of this horrifying revelation. Then Mike positioned himself directly in front of me, looking straight into my eyes, his expression disturbingly serene.

"Mom, we're not crazy," he said, his tone serious but calm, as if stating a simple, undeniable truth. "We know we deserve each other. No one should ever get between us."

I looked at him in horror, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

"What do you mean, Mike? Are Chris and Sam involved in this... this shit?" The question trembled on my lips, the possibility of further depravity sending a wave of nausea through me.

Mike gently caressed my face, his touch surprisingly soft and tender, so much like his father's.

"My God," he said, his voice filled with something that felt almost like... admiration? "You're so beautiful, Mom."

His touch, his scent... it was all so disturbingly familiar, a ghost of the man I had loved. It was like seeing him for the first time, this son who was also a chilling echo of his father. I shook my head in disbelief, pushing his hand away as if it burned me.

"Take your filthy hand off me and answer me!" I demanded, my voice trembling with a volatile mix of anger and utter confusion.

Mike sighed deeply, clearly trying to maintain an unnerving calm.

"Chris and Sam were the ones who started all of this, Mom. We just... followed their lead."

I inhaled sharply, a gasp of pure shock and despair, and buried my face in my hands as the tears started to fall anew, hot and stinging.

"What have I done?" I whispered, my voice breaking, the question a broken mantra repeating in my mind.

As I cried, Liz leaned forward and kissed my neck, her lips soft against my skin, while her hands gently caressed my bare arms, a touch that sent a strange shiver through me. She continued softly, her voice a soothing balm against my anguish,

"Mom, please don't cry. We're happy living this way. We take care of each other. We love each other. As long as we're not hurting anyone outside our family, we're free to live how we want."

Mike cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"Do you think we didn't notice, Mom? We saw your reaction when you found us in my bed."

Liz's kisses on my neck intensified, and her hand slid further down my arm, sending another involuntary shiver through me. But Mike didn't stop, his eyes holding mine captive.

"You've done the same thing with Dad, Mom, when you found out he cheated on you. Grandma told us that story so many times."

I stared at Mike, my mind reeling, a horrifying sense of déjà vu washing over me. The same scenario, the same betrayal, but now the roles were twisted, perverted. It wasn't my husband; it was my son.

Mike leaned in closer, his voice a low, persuasive murmur.

"You only got mad at me, Mom. You kicked me out, yelled at me. Do you know what that means?" A disturbing smile flickered across his lips. "It means you were jealous."

His words echoed in my head, a chillingly plausible interpretation of my own volatile reaction. Was it true? Had I unconsciously reenacted my past trauma, projecting my anger and hurt onto my son? Before I could delve deeper into this unsettling thought, Mike surprised me by pressing his lips to mine, his kiss sudden and fiercely passionate.

My eyes widened in stunned surprise, my body frozen in disbelief. His hands cupped my head, holding me captive, while Liz still clung to me from behind, her soft lips continuing their insistent exploration of my neck, her hands now tentatively caressing my chest.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and a strange, unwelcome flicker of... something else. Sweat slicked my skin. What the hell could I do?

Mike was a good kisser; his thick, full lips pressed against mine with a disturbing familiarity, his tongue exploring deep within my mouth, a haunting echo of his father's touch. What added to my paralyzing hesitation was the undeniable fact that he tasted the same as Mike, my long-dead husband. It was as if a part of him had been resurrected in my son.

What Liz was doing to my body only intensified the chaotic storm raging within me. Her touch was knowing, deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing--where to kiss, where to touch, eliciting sensations I had long suppressed.

My own children were making these brazen, incestuous advances toward me, and a terrifying part of me wasn't actively fighting back.

When Mike finally broke the kiss, I gasped for air, trying to form a coherent protest, but he didn't give me a chance. He pressed his lips to mine again, more urgently this time, while Liz kneeled behind me, her hands sliding down my back, giving Mike the opportunity to push my body down onto the floor.

Mike moved to lie beside me, his body intimately close, still kissing me with a possessive fervor, and pinned my hips down with his weight. I felt soft hands lift the hem of my nightgown, the cool air against my skin followed by the sensation of my underwear being pulled down, discarded.

Mike's kiss deepened, demanding, as I felt Liz's warm breath between my legs, followed by the wet, insistent slide of her tongue against my most vulnerable flesh.

My eyes widened in a silent scream. I wanted to stop it, to shout at them, to push them away with every fiber of my being, but Mike's weight held me captive, his kiss stealing my breath, and a terrifying paralysis gripped me.

When Liz's lips fully enveloped my clitoris, a jolt of pure, electric shock shot through my body. This part of me, dormant and neglected for over twenty years, a secret garden I had been saving for a reunion with Mike in some imagined afterlife, was now being ruthlessly awakened by my own daughter.

I instinctively moved my legs, trying to push Liz away, to break this horrifying violation, when I heard her soft, breathy voice, laced with a strange reverence.

"Oh, Mom, you're so wet. Your scent is heavenly, you're a real goddess."

Her words, so perverse and yet... strangely arousing, made my body shiver uncontrollably. Her touches were undeniably skilled, and Mike's insistent kissing was dragging me down into a vortex of forbidden sensations.

Part of me, the horrified, rational part, screamed to fight back, to reclaim my body and my sanity. But another, long-dormant part, stirred by the unexpected intimacy, the raw physicality, the sheer audacity of their actions, felt a terrifying pull towards submission.

I was desperately trying to organize the chaos in my mind when Liz increased the intensity of her ministrations, and that's when I inhaled sharply, finally tearing my mouth away from Mike's insistent kiss and moaned, a sound that was half protest, half involuntary pleasure, "Oh, no..."

Liz, in her twisted perception, seemed to interpret my hesitant moan as approval and continued her relentless assault, her mouth a skilled predator.

Mike didn't remain idle. Using his superior strength, he tore the thin fabric of my gown, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Stop that now!" The desperate yell tore from my throat, a futile attempt to regain control.

I inhaled sharply again as Mike's immediate response was to capture my lips once more with his mouth, his right hand now roughly kneading my bare breast, his thumb teasing my nipple. Then, shockingly, he took my hand and placed it firmly on his full, throbbing erection.

The two of them, with their combined, incestuous assault, were igniting a fire in my long-neglected body, a fire that threatened to consume my will. I felt a terrifying loss of control as my body began to throb with the undeniable beginnings of an orgasm, a betrayal of my own mind.

My body was urging me to succumb to the rising tide of desire, but my mind, still clinging to the remnants of sanity, fought back with desperate ferocity.

My orgasm was agonizingly close, a precipice I teetered on, but my brain stubbornly resisted, a fierce battle raging within me. It was a war between my physical self, starved for touch, and my moral compass, shattered by the unthinkable.

Then Mike did something completely unexpected, a final, decisive act in this perverse power play.

He suddenly ripped off his own clothing and pressed my hand more firmly against his bare, pulsing cock while his mouth continued its relentless assault on mine. His voice, low and husky with a disturbing command, resonated deep within me.

"Give in to us, Mom. Submit to your desires."

I inhaled loudly into his mouth, the forbidden words sending a jolt of something akin to... excitement? Before I could even formulate a coherent protest, to

I inhaled loudly into his mouth when I heard him speaking this way to me, and before I could respond to tell him that he should respect me, I found my legs shaking and trembling as I heard myself saying,

"Oh no, I'm cuming!" Then my body began to quiver as I surrendered to sensation.

While I was panting, trying to catch my breath, I heard my daughter saying,

"Oh mom, your taste is amazing." Then she moved closer and kissed me on my lips. "Share this moment with me, share your pussy taste with me, mom," she said, her eyes gleaming with a strange intensity.

She was skilled, and before I could wonder when and how she learned to be so accomplished, I felt Mike's hands lifting my body from my hips, and then I felt his thick, hard dick penetrating my wet pussy.

This was too much--my children were fucking me, but the worst part, the most shameful part, was that my body was responding with a primal hunger to their incestuous violation.

I tried to protest to Mike, to scream at him to stop this madness, but Liz's lips were covering mine at that exact moment, silencing my cries as Mike continued his relentless thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper inside me.

My heart was beating rapidly, a frantic drum against my ribs. My body was feverish, slick with perspiration, as I felt two more mouths latch onto me, their greedy suckling adding to the overwhelming onslaught of sensation.

I glanced to the side, my vision swimming, to see Mom and Sandra on their knees beside me, their eyes alight with a disturbing mixture of lust and triumph.

The sensations were utterly overwhelming for someone who hadn't been touched intimately in twenty long years, a dam finally breaking after decades of enforced drought. I found myself crying out again, a desperate plea lost in the maelstrom of pleasure and horror, "Oh, this is too much!"

Mike maintained his steady, rhythmic pace inside me, his movements both brutal and strangely comforting in their familiarity, while the others continued their fervent attentions. Liz, meanwhile, straddled my face, her wet cunt hovering over my mouth before she lowered herself down, her slick pussy lips rubbing against my lips, her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils.

I don't know how to accurately describe the chaotic storm of feelings that raged within me at that moment. My brain was in utter turmoil, a battleground of revulsion and a shameful, undeniable arousal. I was being used, degraded, by my own family, by four people who would have trembled in fear just hours ago at one angry glance from me.

But my body was a roaring inferno, greedily devouring the long-denied attention after a lifetime of deprivation. It was responding to the humiliation with a perverse, insistent pleasure, a traitor to my horrified mind.

Mike's thick cock plunged deeper and deeper into my slick, neglected pussy, his relentless rhythm driving me closer to the edge. He maintained his pace inside me for what felt like an eternity, ten minutes or maybe more, each thrust a brutal reminder of this unthinkable act.

Liz was responding to my involuntary movements, her small body grinding against my face as she moaned softly, her breath hot and ragged. Occasionally, she would lean down to kiss her twin, a bizarre display of their twisted intimacy.

Mom and Sandra were sucking, pinching, and softly biting my aching tits, their hands exploring every inch of my naked body with a brazen familiarity that both disgusted and inflamed me, they both looked like vampires who found an easy prey to fed on.

I lost count of my orgasms, each one a violent, shuddering release followed rapidly by another, as if my body was determined to make up for lost time. I wanted a respite, a moment to breathe, to process the enormity of what was happening, but no one would grant me that small mercy.

I felt Liz's body trembling violently against my face, and I heard her high-pitched whining,

"Oh god, I'm cuming on your face, mom..."

Then my face was drenched in a warm, sticky flood as her sweet, musky juice erupted from her cunt, coating my lips and tongue in its intimate flavor.

Finally, Liz moved away, her body limp and sated after her intense orgasm. For a fleeting moment, I thought I could finally protest, finally scream the outrage that clawed at my throat. But instead, to my utter shame and disbelief, I heard my own voice crying out, thick with lust,

"Oh, continue Mike, use me! I'm cuming again!"

In that horrifying instant, I realized the devastating truth: my body had irrevocably taken control, and the desperate battle between my physical self and my horrified mind was lost.

Before the throbbing aftershocks of my latest intense orgasm even began to subside, Sandra smoothly took Liz's place, her eager, wet pussy rubbing against my lips, latching onto me with a renewed fervor, while Liz moved to take Sandra's vacated position, her hands now exploring my body with a possessive touch.

My cries, muffled against Sandra's wet cunt, a mixture of mingled pleasure and despair, seemed to energize all of them, fueling their relentless efforts as if their very lives depended on this perverse act.

I was rapidly losing control of my mind, the boundaries of reality blurring as I succumbed to the overwhelming physical sensations. My body moved desperately to meet Mike's thrusts, arching against him with a shameful eagerness, while my hands clutched at Sandra, pulling her closer, demanding more.

My body was growing exhausted, my heart racing in my chest like a trapped bird. It became increasingly difficult for me to focus on what was happening, the edges of my consciousness fading, and then, mercifully, I passed out, the cacophony of sounds and sensations finally fading into blackness.

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When I opened my eyes, darkness enveloped the room, a suffocating blanket that swallowed all sense of time.

Yet, a primal certainty settled within me: I was utterly alone. The whisper of the soft bed sheets against my bare skin was a stark reminder of the nakedness beneath them, a vulnerability that resonated with the violation I had endured.

I tried to roll over, to shift my leaden limbs even slightly, but a sharp, agonizing realization pierced through the lingering haze of sleep and exhaustion--every muscle in my body was taut, screaming in protest, frozen in a painful tableau. But the epicenter of the agony, the raw, throbbing core, was undeniably my ravaged pussy.

A desperate tendril of focus clawed its way through the fog in my mind. How was I supposed to react to what my own family had done? They had violated the sanctity of my body, using it against my will in a way that felt both brutal and bewildering. Who had orchestrated this perverse act? How had they summoned the sheer audacity to inflict such a profound betrayal upon me?

Despite the bone-deep exhaustion that coursed through my veins, an unsettling truth lingered in the shadows of my consciousness--a strange, forbidden sense of relief, a flicker of something I hadn't felt in an eternity. I had been used, dominated, and a dark, buried part of me had always craved that very sensation. The humiliation was a bitter sting, yet it had stirred something primal within me, aligning with desires I had ruthlessly suppressed--a conflicted, shameful yearning for submission and surrender.

My gaze darted frantically around the dimly lit room, searching for Mike--my husband, my anchor. Where the hell had he gone? I desperately needed his advice, his comforting presence, but he was nowhere to be found, leaving me adrift in this sea of confusion and violated memories.

Reaching for my phone on the nightstand with a trembling hand, I squinted at the illuminated screen. 9 PM. I had been lost in unconsciousness for over four hours, a testament to the sheer physical and emotional toll of the night's horrors.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at my swollen lips. Four hours of oblivion after passing out during a forced sexual act--it was a rare, almost perverse indulgence. My body, it seemed, had been craving the release, the utter exhaustion, the complete surrender, no matter how violently it had been achieved. Ouuufff... the word echoed in my mind again and again, a phantom sensation that sent a confusing jolt of arousal and a desperate thirst for more through my weary limbs.

But as the ghost of a smile touched my lips, I felt something dry and strangely gritty. I lifted trembling fingers and touched them to my mouth, then sat up abruptly in bed, a gasp escaping my lips. The sudden movement sent a searing wave of pain through every muscle, a brutal reminder of the night's brutal events.

But the true wave of revulsion, the icy grip of disgust, tightened around my heart when I finally understood what coated my lips: it was cum. Mike, my own son, had cum on my face while I was unconscious, utterly defenseless. How dare he? The audacity of that final, dehumanizing act sent a fresh wave of fury surging through me.

Yet, with a morbid curiosity, I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling the faint, lingering scent. Then, with a perverse fascination, I touched my tongue to my lips, tasting the residue. Another shock jolted through me, a chilling echo of the past: Mike Jr.'s cum had the exact same taste and smell as his father's, a cruel trick of biology that twisted the knife of my confusion even deeper.

I lay back heavily on the bed, my mind a frantic whirlwind as fragmented images of what had happened began to surface, sharp and brutal. The more I remembered the forced intimacy, the violation, the sheer perversion of it all, the more a strange, dualistic fire ignited within me--one that burned with righteous fury in my mind, yet flickered with a shameful, undeniable heat in my body.

My brain was ablaze with righteous anger, seething with a burning desire for retribution for what they had done to me, to my body, to the very fabric of our family. A primal voice deep inside me demanded punishment, a refusal to let this monstrous act go unpunished or ignored.

But my treacherous body betrayed me, whispering something darker, something forbidden in the language of aching muscles and phantom touches. It ached for more, crying out in a silent, shameful plea to feel the raw intensity again and again, stirring a desire I could barely reconcile with the burning fury in my mind.

Was Mike Jr. right? Was I jealous when I saw him fucking his grandmother instead of me... did my subconscious harbor some twisted desire for him, a secret fantasy that flared into rage when I saw him with another woman?

I shook my head vehemently, as if the physical movement could dislodge the horrifying idea from my mind. I had never thought of my sons that way before. Yes, Mike Jr. was the spitting image of his father, a constant, painful reminder of my loss, but NO, NOOOO, I had never entertained such a perverse thought.

But again, a dark, insidious corner of my mind whispered a treacherous wish: that I could fuck Mike Jr. alone, to explore this forbidden territory, to feel his father's echo within him without the grotesque intrusion of the others.

Ouuuff... he reminded me so much of his father: his touch, his smell, even the ghost of his technique, and now, disturbingly, even his cum.

A violent storm of chaotic thoughts raged within my skull. Where the fuck are you, Mike? I needed his solid presence, his unwavering love, to ground me in this horrifying reality.

I glanced at the clock again--it was nearly 11 PM. My nightly rendezvous with Mike, my husband, was just around the corner, a fragile sanctuary in my shattered world.

I struggled to get up, each movement a monumental battle against the screaming protests of my abused body. I forced myself toward the bathroom, driven by a desperate need to cleanse myself, to somehow wash away of the night.

My body protested with every agonizing step, but I had to push through--I needed to be ready for Mike, for the illusion of his comforting presence.

Reaching the bathroom felt like a perverse achievement, a small, hollow victory over the crushing weight of exhaustion. As I gripped the cold porcelain edge of the sink, a faint, unsettling smile curled my swollen lips, unbidden, a bizarre reaction to the trauma.

What the hell have they done to me? The question echoed in the sterile air, a strange mix of disbelief and a morbid curiosity lingering in its wake.

The motherfuckers had ruined my body, defiled it in the most unimaginable way.

But the true, searing pain began when I tried to pee. The urine came out like molten lava, my ravaged pussy burning with the agonizing intensity of an erupting volcano.

When I finally returned to my room, the exhaustion a heavy shroud, I instinctively expected to find Mike waiting for me, a comforting presence in the darkness. But he wasn't there. The familiar emptiness of the room amplified my isolation, my vulnerability.

I sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the silence amplifying the frantic beating of my heart, waiting.

Minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, each tick of the unseen clock a cruel reminder of his absence. But he still didn't show up, leaving me stranded in this nightmare.

My anger and frustration mounted with each passing minute, a volatile cocktail of hurt and abandonment. Where the hell is he? Why should he disappear now, when I desperately need him?

Eventually, the sheer weight of my physical and emotional exhaustion overwhelmed my dwindling resolve. Lying back down on the cold, empty expanse of the bed, I closed my eyes, a desperate plea forming in my mind: Sleep, please bring him to me--if only in my dreams.