A Good Story

I woke up briefly just before dawn…didn't know what time it was exactly, but there was a little light coming through the blinds. I heard my dad's car start and drive away. It was Saturday, and he was heading in to his office, where he always worked until early in the evening. My plan was to sleep until mid-afternoon. But that wasn't the way things worked out.

The second time I awoke to a scream. It was my step-mom. I jumped out of bed and, still groggy, ran down the hall toward her room. My step-mom and I had always gotten along. We weren't good friends, but we were friendly. She and my dad had been married for 10 years and had dated a few years before that. She was 40, petite, red-headed. A less attractive version of Julia Roberts, I thought. My friends and I always had kidded about wanting to fuck her. Well, we did want to but knew it would never happen. Sometimes, though, I swear she would intentionally not wear bras and then give me a peak of her eraser-like nipples when she bent over and her shirt hung down. She caught me looking once, but neither of us said anything.

Her screaming had become muffled by the time I raced into her bedroom. I stopped short. There were two guys in the room, wearing ski masks. One had a hand over my step-mom's – Sandy's – mouth; the other let out a gasp when I appeared, then regained his composure before I could get back out of the room. "Freeze!" he yelled and pointed a gun toward me, then came over and threw me on the bed next to Sandy.

"Shit, Lance, I thought she was home alone." I guessed that they must have been casing the place but didn't realize that there would be a guest arriving for the holidays. I was in school and only came to visit my dad for a few weeks a year during breaks. I had just gotten in the night before. "Fuck, what should we do?"

The man I presumed was named Lance looked over at me, shirtless and in my boxers, and then down at Sandy, in her nightgown. I don't know if he noticed, but her nipples were poking through the silk. "Well," he said with a short laugh, "I guess we'll have to change our plans." He took his hand off Sandy's mouth, but she started to scream again. "Stop!" he yelled. "Look, we all know that your neighbors are too far away to hear you scream, so it's no use. Plus, I've got a pretty bad hangover and all the noise is giving me an even bigger headache." She continued screaming. "Please don't make me hit your pretty face. All we came here for is the money we've been told your husband keeps somewhere in the house."

That seemed to calm Sandy. "What money?"

Lance smiled and let her go as he stood. He took the gun from his partner and gestured for the other man to leave. "Again, I don't want to hurt you. If you cooperate this will go much more smoothly. What's the line? 'Show me the money.' The large, untraceable pile o' cash. The Benjamins. Whatever you want to call it, I want it now."

I knew my dad's safe was hidden under the floor beneath Sandy's vanity, so I tried not to look that way. We could hear the other man going through drawers in different rooms. Sandy cleared her throat and said, unconvincingly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lance sighed. "Fine, what if I shoot your son in the leg. Nothing life threatening, but it'll hurt and leave a scar. Is that what you want?"

"He's not my son." I'm not sure what that was supposed to mean. I didn't think she was saying she didn't care but one could certainly interpret her comment that way!

"Sandy!" I said. "Look, Lance right?, I'm not going to lie to you. That gun makes me pretty nervous. I don't want to get shot. You seem like a nice enough person…for a robber I mean. You know we can't identify you. Lance probably isn't even your real name."

"That was a good touch wasn't it?"

"Yeah. If I help you out, then you're going to leave? Tie us up or something? Cut the phone line I guess?"

"Yes, reasonable young man, that's what will happen. We'll go and then we'll all feel better. I'll buy a boat and sail around the world – not really – and you'll be able to make it to an afternoon movie after you call all your friends and tell them about this crazy misadventure."

I smiled. I couldn't help but like the guy, even if he was pointing a gun at me and was about to rob my dad. I figured insurance might cover the loss.

"There's a safe…"

Sandy glared at me. "Don't tell him, Paul!"

"…in the floor under the desk over there."

"Thanks. Jim! Back here." The second man rejoined us and then uncovered the safe. "Combo?" I didn't know it and Sandy was silent.

"Look, Jim here is good with safes. He'll crack it eventually. If not, I might shoot at it, and maybe a bullet would ricochet into you or your friend there. Or we might use some plastic explosives. That would really ruin this nice finish on your floors. Tell us what the combo is."

"No." I couldn't believe Sandy was being this stubborn. We were in a bad situation and she wasn't helping it any.

"Sandy," Lance began, "and I don't use this term lightly, you're being a bitch. A pain in my ass. Why not be a pal, like your step-son and make this easy." Sandy sat in silence. "Her birthday's May 9, 62." I offered.

That worked. Lance and Jim pulled out stack after stack of 100's. Damn, it was a lot of money. At least $250,000 thousand. Finally they pulled out a manilla folder. "What have we here?"

"Put that back!" Sandy almost jumped out of bed and Lance quickly had the gun trained on her. When he peaked inside the large envelope, he started laughing.

"Is this why you wouldn't cooperate? Because you didn't want me to see naked pictures of you?"

Sandy was clearly embarrassed. Her cheeks were flushed, and so was her upper chest.

"These are pretty nice. I like this one." Lance threw the picture toward the bed, and it landed in my lap. Sandy was naked and on her back. She had a large dildo in her and looked like she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Seeing the picture made me get a little hard. I looked away but knew I'd probably get an erection. Sandy looked appalled.

Lanced picked up the picture, gave another laugh when he saw the bulge underneath, and said, "Thank you for all your help. I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between ourselves. Most likely you'll call the cops. They'll never find anything. You'll never know who we are. All that. So really, what's the point?" Lance and the other man walked toward the bedroom door but then stopped. "You know, Paul here has been so helpful and Sandy has been such a bitch. It seems like Paul should get a reward."

I was confused. "No, that's okay. You said you guys were going to leave if we cooperated."

"Paul, I know your brain is saying you want us to go, but your dick told me something else. It wants Sandy to wrap her lips around it." Sandy screamed. "Madame, desist immediately or it won't be your mouth he sticks it in. We both know your husband won't be back for hours. I know you were worried about being raped when we came in here. I really was just here for the money, but now my head is pounding and Paul there has got an erection that has your name written all over it."

"No!" I said. "Seriously, I don't want that."

"Oh Paul. I saw her nipples earlier. I saw you see them too." Sandy looked down at her chest and then covered her breasts. Lance had walked back over to stand next to Sandy. She shied away as he ran the gun through her hair. "She's got pretty hair. She's got DSL, and not just on her computer. You know you've beat off to her before. It's only natural. She's fuckable and she's not your mom. You can fight this if you want to, but I'm going to give you a present you'll remember for the rest of your life. Now. Sandy," he grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet, "you won't be needing this anymore." With one hard tug, Lance ripped the nightie from her body, exposing the small breasts I'd caught glimpses of before. They were small B cups at most, but her nipples were about the size of silver dollars and were very erect. Even though she was 40, she still had a tight body. Firm tummy, shapely thighs and legs. Maybe it's because she never had any children of her own, but I swear that her body looked like that of a 25 year old. I remembered that I was supposed to be looking away in shock, and then did so.

Sandy tried to cover herself, but Lance made her stop. She had fire-red pubes that weren't shaved but weren't too thick and bushy either. I noticed that I was fully erect and poking through the fly in the boxers. I quickly adjusted myself.

Lance looked Sandy in the eyes, "You are going to suck his dick. You are going to swallow every last drop of his cum, unless…Paul, do you want to cum in her face? Thought I'd ask…don't answer. I'm telling you that's what you're going to do. And Sandy, you're going to do this now because if you don't I'm going to rape you and then Jim is too and we'll keep switching off all afternoon until we can't do it anymore and then we'll go get one of your wine bottles and then we'll use our fingers and our fists. Toothbrushes. Fruit. Whatever we can think of. And my imagination's pretty good, I'd say. So, just give the boy some head and save your sweet little pussy a terrible day."

Sandy was crying but she climbed back on the bed and took off my boxers. I protested insincerely but really I was kind of looking forward to this. Lance was right, I had, and still did, masturbate while thinking of Sandy. She did have nice dick-sucking lips. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, but I couldn't help but stare at her body. At her mouth. When her lips wrapped around my cock, I almost lost it. I knew that I should try to come as fast as possible but I also wanted to hold out and enjoy the blowjob. Sandy was amazing. Better than any of the girls who'd ever sucked me off before. I guess she's had 20 extra years of practice. She alternated her tempo, slow, slow, fast, slow, and moved her tongue under my shaft and around the head. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, but I just stared at her lips. After a few minutes, she started lightly scratching my balls. I moaned, which made Lance and Jim laugh. I tried to stay quiet but she was too damn good. "Sandy, I'm going to…" Right as I was about to cum, I saw her head get pulled back. Lance had her by the hair. I shot three or four loads into her face. She looked disgusted. There was cum dripping down the side of her nose, back onto my pubes. Lanced forced her head back into my crotch.

"Clean him up." She wiped the cum off her face and then did as she was told. It was so sexy to see her eat my cum that I was quickly erect again. I felt ashamed. I knew our relationship was going to be ruined. She was going to hate me. But damn did she suck a mean dick.

"I know I said we would go now, but I lied again. Jim and I want to see Paul eat your pussy. We want to see that look of ecstasy we saw in the pictures."

"No!" Sandy and I protested. Actually, I wanted to do it. Get those red pubes in my teeth. Make her moan with every flick of my tongue. I'd eaten lots of pussy before. I loved doing it. Maybe it's a power thing, but it's a great feeling to hold a woman on the edge of an orgasm but not let her have one. Just tease her for as long as you want and then finally let her cum.

"Yes. It's going to happen. I've got the gun, remember? Just do what I tell you and no one gets hurt…yadda yadda. Really, if you do what I tell you then everyone has fun. Sandy, on your back. Paul, between her legs. But do not finger her."

Sandy reluctantly flipped on to her back and spread her legs. She wasn't crying anymore. She didn't exactly look eager either, but I knew she was about to have a good time. I'd dreamt about this for a long time. Sometimes as I ate out other girls I pretended they were Sandy. I'd never dated a red-head before, though, because I didn't want anyone else to be able to make the connection that I wanted my step-mom. I stared for a moment at the sparse, red hairs that covered her pussy lips and trailed down toward her ass. Her lips were pretty small and I could see her clit hidden behind a red curl. I grabbed her soft, smooth thigh and lightly stroked my fingernails toward her vagina. She inhaled sharply. Then I started licking my way up her inner thigh toward her snatch. I sucked her pussy lips and slowly licked my way up toward her clit. I made circles around it and when I finally flicked my tongue on her clit, she let out a little moan. I continued licking and gently sucking, making noises and having fun with it. Sandy was moaning openly now and pushed up to meet my face. I was grinding my hips into the mattress. Sandy's chest was flushed and her nipples were hard. Her eyes were often shut but she would look down at me from time to time. I swear that I completely forgot about Lance and Jim. I think Sandy did too eventually. She called out my name! It was awesome. I held her on the edge for a long time and was about to begin a final assault on her clit when I was pulled away.

"Not so fast," Lance said. Sandy looked bewildered, maybe a little pissed off. I didn't want you to use your fingers so that her twat would stay tight for when you pounded it. Did that make sense? I want you to fuck her." This time neither of us protested. "Sandy, get on your hands and knees. Paul, fuck her doggie style. Don't hold back. Be an animal."

She was in position before I could get there. I knew she wanted me to fuck her now. And because I'd already cum, I was going to last longer. I slowly slid in her. Her pussy was tight. It gripped me like a hand. Sandy was dripping juices and so hot that my balls were warm when they slapped against her. I grabbed her hips and began fucking the hell out of her. She was going crazy, pushing back into me. The underside of my dick must have been rubbing her g-spot. Her upper-body collapsed onto the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy was squeezing me like a vise. She was screaming out in pleasure. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop." She had another orgasm, and a little after that I felt my balls getting tight. I called out her name and had the best orgasm of my life. I must have filled her entire pussy with my cum. I continued to fuck her until my dick was completely limp.

"Stop," I heard Lance say. "Stop, stop, stop. That's enough for you." I pulled out with a juicy "pop."

"Come over here, Paul. Sit down." Jim duct taped my arms to those of the chair and my legs to its. I wasn't I an extremely comfortable position but couldn't move my arms or legs even an inch. "I'm glad you two have had some fun together, I won't call it forced sex, because… who are we kidding… you both loved it. Now, however, I'm sure the real raping begins." Lance smiled at Sandy who looked puzzled. Then he and Jim took off their pants and Sandy started to look scared. She tried to cover herself with a blanket but Jim pulled it away. "Sandy, you looked so good getting fucked that Jim and I want a piece too. You can make this hard or easy…I'm hoping hard because I like a struggle…but either way we're going to fuck the hell out of you."

Jim jumped on top of Sandy and held his hand around her neck, choking her. Lance grabbed her legs and then arms, one at a time, and taped them to the posts at the end of the bed, leaving her spread-eagle on her back. I tried to get out of my bonds but couldn't. Jim was already fucking Sandy. His hips were moving really fast. She was crying again. Lance was standing beside her, twisting one of her eraser-sized nipples. It obviously was hurting her but laughed at her pain and her tears. He peppered her with insults as Jim continued to pound her pussy. "You really shouldn't have been such a bitch earlier," he said. And, "How many more hours do we have? Should we call over friends? Make this a real rape party. Maybe get some girls over. I bet Sandy here would love to eat a pussy. Suck the cum out of some girl's twat. Get trained by six guys in a row. Fucked till she can't walk." He was hitting Sandy in the cheek with his dick. She tried to bite him. "Oh, no you don't. No teeth. If you bit me, I'd have to kill you. We don't want that. I just want to fuck your little pussy. Make you my slut. Fill you with my cum." Sandy screamed. Jim was cumming.

Jim rolled off Sandy, looking excited, like an idea had come to him. He went over to her dresser, and began to rummage around in the drawers. "Ah ha! Thought I might find this here," he said and held up the dildo we had seen in the picture. It was black and about 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist. All the real penises in the room, mine included, were average size…6 or 7 inches.

Lance looked at Sandy. "You dream of getting fucked by a big, black cock?" He took the vibrator from Jim and turned it on. He traced the tip up and down Sandy's body. Finally, he held it right on her clit. She tried to pull away but couldn't. After a few minutes, she started to moan.

"Why…are…you…doing…this…you…bastard?" Sandy breathlessly called out.

"Well, now that I'm rich, I guess I must be bored," Lance retorted as Sandy had an orgasm. The he grabbed a knife that Jim must have brought from the kitchen and both Sandy and I gasped. But he merely cut the tape that held her to the bed posts. Jim came over and cut me loose afterward. He had the gun and motioned for me to join Sandy and Lance on the bed. I did as I was told.

"Sandy," Lance said, "have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time? Well, you're about to be. You're going to ride me, and Paul is going to fuck you in the ass."

"No!" Sandy protested. "Paul, I've never…I mean…I…"

"Ah! Paul, what a treat. You get to pop your step-mom's anal cherry." Lance pulled Sandy on top of him and then forced his dick in her pussy. She cried out as he began to hammer away at her box. "Paul, loosen her up with the dildo and then fuck her in the ass." Jim handed me the dildo.

"Don't do it Paul! Please!" Sandy protested. I paused but then began to work it in her anyway. She howled in pain as it passed her sphincter. I turned it on to see if that helped and she started to moan. Lance did too. Eventually I had it buried up to the hilt and Sandy shook with another orgasm. Then I pulled it out and got behind her. I slowly pushed up into her ass. It was still tight…even tighter than her pussy. It felt great. I could feel Lance thrusting into her through whatever membrane separated us. I fell into rhythm. Lance and I were pounding her pussy and ass like jack-hammers. She was going to be sore for weeks! I felt Lance cum in her and I was getting pretty close too but he told me to stop.

We both pulled out and then he told me to sit on the edge of the bed. Sandy was made to sit down on my lap, with her back to my chest and my dick in her ass again. Jim got on in front of Sandy and started fucking her again. Lance told me to try and get some leverage so I could keep stroking her ass, but I really couldn't get a good rhythm. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed. I really wanted to bust a nut again.

Jim came quickly and then Lance instructed Sandy to get off of me and lay on her back so I could fuck her pussy. She did as she was told. I wiped my dick off on the sheets and then pushed inside her. It was weird having our chests pressed together and looking in each others' face. "The only thing left for you to do is kiss," Lance said. Sandy raised her head up and we started kissing. This time she was the one who didn't hold back. There was real passion in her kiss. She was pushing her tongue into my mouth and grinding her hips into mine with determination. I could feel her nipples pressed into my chest. It was the best sex of my life by far.

Just as I was getting near, I heard the front door shut. Sandy and I opened our eyes and looked toward where Lance and Jim had been standing. They were gone. "Don't stop," she whispered in my ear and, moments later, we both came. I stayed on top of her, inside her, until I was completely limp. Then I rolled off. We were both out of breath.