His Sister's Keeper
Copyright© 2026 by ghostwritten after dark
Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Joey and Gwen Tanner, two close and loving siblings, are excited when they arrive for a six week summer vacation near a small lake. One lapse in judgement though, could turn their whole world upside down. To make it through the summer, they'll have to do things they never imagined. Can their bond overcome the challenges ahead, or will they be warped and manipulated into something they never expected.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister BDSM Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Petting Squirting Water Sports
Gwen was walked outside naked, pulled around by the nylon leash attached to her collar. Clive held her leash, making her walk behind him like a trailing puppy. They were enjoying themselves, doing as much degrading shit to her as possible. Gwen grew worried about what might be next for her. They seemed to grow more confident and cruel with each successive submission.
The once roaring fire she’d seen when she’d arrived had dwindled to embers in the time since Gwen had originally entered. A couple of wooden pallets were tossed on the smoldering coals and soon were engulfed in flames, lighting up the dark yard.
She was thirsty, the taste in her mouth was foul from what she’d had to lick up. The guys had brought a cooler of beers with them as they sat in lawn chairs in a semi-circle around the fire. Gwen was led in the middle; no chair was given to her. She sat naked on the grass, the long blades tickled her bald crotch.
“Can I have something to drink?” Gwen asked nervously, afraid to speak out of turn. She knew well enough the punishments given by Todd for such offenses.
“Sure, why not?” Duncan while reaching into the cooler. Terry, though, held up his hand.
“We should get something in return, don’t you think?” he said, his face bathed in an eerie orange glow.
Gwen had nothing to offer. “I don’t have anything; what would you want?”
Terry chuckled, “You’re a sexy little thing, why don’t you give us a sexy little dance by the fire.”
That brought everyone back to life, sitting up and cheering on the idea. They were all still resting from their first fucks and needed a bit more time before bending her back over. They also figured it would be either sexy or funny, either way, to see this girl flail around naked. It wasn’t every day they could force a girl to do whatever they wanted; they might as well get their money’s worth.
“I’m ... not much of a dancer.” Gwen replied meekly. She wasn’t, at least not in public. She danced in her bedroom with music on but at school dances she’d just sway side to side or stand around talking to Joey.
“I guess you don’t get anything to drink,” Terry teased as he held up a bottle he’d taken from Duncan. He then added, “ ... you can always drink my cum for free.”
Gwen smacked her tongue in her gross tasting mouth. She really wanted to wash the taste out and hopefully the memory of what she had to do, she contemplated it.
“Can the leash be taken off at least? It’s degrading...” she asked.
All eyes turned to Clive, who held her reins. He thought about it for two seconds before replying. “No. I like you better this way.”
Terry asked, “How’s she supposed to dance then?”
Clive smugly answered, “She’ll make do, like that slave dance from Star Wars. The puppy stays chained.”
Gwen slowly got to her feet and stood there trying to think of how to dance at all, let alone without music. She closed her eyes and wiggled her hips, thinking of scenes she’d seen in movies. It wasn’t as easy as they made it look, granted they didn’t have a rope tied around their necks. She accidentally smacked the leash when she raised her arms and turned, throwing off what little rhythm she’d had. This night was like a series of non-stop torments designed to try to make her miserable.
“Fuckin’ white bitches ain’t got no rhythm,” Rory shouted, making her feel worse. She was surprised to feel a pair of hands grab her around the waist and pull her against warm flesh.
She looked down at the dark-skinned hands on her tanned skin before looking behind her. “Rory?”.
“Bitch, just follow my lead and maybe you’ll fuckin’ learn something.”
His hands moved down from her stomach and stopped on her hips and held them tight. He swung them left to right, moving her own body with his till she caught on. She could feel his cock start to harden against her back, which turned her on. Rory moved his hands up her body. He slid them up her sides and along her arms, pulling them up and over her head.
The fire was hot but so was Gwen. This wasn’t like sex, but it was pretty darn close. She moaned when he brought his own hands down and cupped her breasts, increasing the sexual tension. If this was dancing, maybe she was missing out; she thought to herself. She began to relax, opening her stance up for balance. When his hands moved off her tits, she was disappointed until one made its way between her legs. His large fingers felt good as it stroked along her smooth slit.
“Yeah, this is fun now, isn’t it girl?” he said seductively.
“Mmmm, yes.” Gwen moaned, feeling him against her.
Rory snapped his fingers to Terry to pass the bottle. Gwen flinched, triggered by the sound of the snap. She expected to hear an order after, but none came.
“What ... what do you want?” she asked when no order was given.
“Damn, you’re fully fucked up, aren’t you?” Rory laughed. “Nah, just open up.”
Gwen opened her mouth as told, Rory brought the bottle up and poured some into her mouth. Some missed and spilled down her body, going over her tits and chest. She was sticky but turned on as she shook her ass on him.
He placed the bottle between her legs and she felt the cold on her bare crotch, making her shiver. He slowly slid it up her body, going along the center stopping between her tits. Gwen moved her hands down to her chest and fondled herself, getting lost in the moment.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Rory said with a grin. “Bet you’d be a real slut at the clubs now. Let’s try you out.”
He pressed on her back, bending her in the middle. She complied and let him take control of her. When her fingers touched the grass, her ass pointed up, Rory crouched down, lined himself up and pushed into her. He still had the bottle in his hand.
Gwen was soaked, whatever he’d been doing to her made her horny as hell. She wanted something inside her and he fit the bill. He fucked her from behind, their height different was a bit challenging but he made it work. She was still tight as hell and groaned like a whore as he fucked her. For her part, Gwen pushed back onto him, riding and shaking her ass like they were still dancing.
“You like being fucked, don’t you?” asked Rory, thrusting his hips in time with hers.
“N-no...” she replied, not wanting to appear like the slut they kept saying she was.
SMACK!
“Don’t lie,” he said firmly after slapping her ass. “You love it like the slut you are.”
“I’m doing what I’m told.”
SMACK!
“Nah, you’re doing what you want and hiding behind that. You wanna be fucked, you wanna be spit on, you wanna lick shit off the floor ‘cause you’re a dirty bitch pretending to be good.” Rory reasoned.
“I’m being blackmailed. I don’t have a choice!”
“Ha, nah bitch. Now you’re being black-male’d,” he laughed at his own joke.
Gwen stayed silent, biting her lower lip to stifle a groan.
“I don’t care what the fuck they got on you ... It ain’t as bad as half the shit you’d done tonight alone.” He paused. “You wanna do it ... you just want an excuse ... Don’t you lie to yourself, it makes you look like a dumb bitch ... You don’t look like a dumb bitch ... you a nasty slut, but not dumb,” he said with glee as he fucked her.
Gwen tried to block him out, but she was close to getting off. “Shut up,” she cried.
“Nah, no way. You know I’m right. You’re cummin’ on my dick right now, aren’t ya? I’m gonna fill you up too, you’ll like that.”
Gwen squirmed and bit her lip to keep from groaning. She didn’t like them knowing she was enjoying herself for at least some of it. Her thoughts of Joey grew more distant with each successive orgasm. Her own depraved lust seemed to increase as Rory slammed into her and spilt his hot ball-juice in her pussy. He handed her the half-full bottle and told her she’d earned it. Gwen took a big swig as cum oozed from her cunt.
The beer was good and helped wash away the taste in her mouth. She staggered upright, cum ran down her leg. She felt a stirring in her bladder, something she really didn’t want to deal with at that moment. She knew she’d have to ask for permission. She saw Alonso now held her leash and approached him meekly, worried about what he might do.
“Uh ... may I go inside to use the bathroom?” she asked softly.
Alonso laughed in her face. “What’s that, puppy needs to pee?”
She nodded.
His grin told her she wouldn’t enjoy whatever he was thinking. “Hey boys, our puppy needs to pee; is she house broken?”
A chorus of “No!” rang from the group.
“She’s already made a mess in the house,” laughed Clive; she hated Clive more than the rest. “She’ll probably piss on the floor again.”
“And then she’ll have to clean it up the same way!” Terry added.
“Exactly,” Alonso mockingly replied. “Nah, puppies need to stay outside. You can go right here on the grass.”
“Please ... don’t make me do this...” Gwen begged, but it fell on deaf ears.
Alonso checked her collar, “It’s either that or you piss into your beer bottle, and we make you drink it.”
It wasn’t much of a bargain, so Gwen was forced to option one. She was going to have to pee in front of five strangers. It was like every second of the night was designed to demean and humiliate her. She squatted down on the ground and got ready to relieve herself when she was collar-checked again.
“No, bitch.” Alonso said. “You’re a dog, so act like one. On all fours by the fire so we can all watch.”
“Yea! Lift your leg and shit!” Clive yelled out.
“That’s for boy dogs, stupid! Girl dogs squat.” Duncan corrected him.
“How the fuck should I know that?” Clive countered.
“Shut up! Both of you, I’ve got the leash, I make the rules,” Alonso commanded. “Now, get down on the grass like a good puppy and piss yourself.”
Gwen swallowed what little pride remained and got down on her hands and knees, spinning around so her ass was lit by the roaring fire. She had no doubt they could see the cum still bubbling out from her recently fucked pussy. She could feel the heat of the flames warm her backside as she stared off blankly into the darkness. She hoped a light would appear on the horizon and Joey would rescue her; hell, anyone for that matter, even if it was Renny or Cas. She knew Todd wasn’t coming, he’d got his money and she was paying that price. She spread her legs more than shoulder width apart in hopes she wouldn’t get any on herself. She’d never peed in this position before and didn’t know what to expect. She did her best to tune the guys out.
“Spread your cunt open!” Terry yelled, just as she could feel it coming.
She grinded her teeth and felt like a circus animal doing tricks for the unwashed masses. She managed to balance herself on one arm, and reached underneath herself with the other, parting her lips as best she could. She could feel the warm fresh cum run down her fingers. She tried not to think about how much cum had been put into her baby factory in the past few weeks. She focused on the pressure in her bladder and gave herself a little personal relief. She felt a tingle, down below before it came out to cheers from her crowd.
It felt weird, as it sprayed out in a steady stream behind her from her open pussy. She looked through her own legs to see it land a foot or so back, almost hitting the edge of the firepit. She saw flashes of phones taking pictures, capturing another moment of her degradation for posterity. The only positive was it didn’t have her face in it. As the stream turned into a trickle, it ran down her hand and arm till it finally stopped. She didn’t move for a few seconds, looked back through her legs hoping there wasn’t a puddle in the dirt they’d make her clean. Thankfully, it had sopped into the ground, and she breathed an uneasy sigh of relief.
“Was that- was that, ok?” she asked, afraid they’d yell at her or pull on her collar again. She realized with that brief thought that they were training her too; and it was working. All she was, all she seemed to be, was a toy for men’s use.
“Very nice, puppy. You make a great sprinkler.” Terry commented, making everyone laugh but her. She just felt sad as she stayed there in the grass, waiting for commands.
“Can I clean up somewhere? There isn’t toilet paper out here,” she asked meekly.
“There’s a hose by the door you can spray yourself with,” said Clive and pointed toward the cottage. Gwen already knew there was a problem with that, and she hated what she had to ask.
“Could someone walk me over there?”
It got a good laugh from all the guys knowing she couldn’t go anywhere without asking. Alonso stood up and held onto the leash as he approached, Gwen started to stand but he put his large hand on her back. “Stay like that, I like you better that way,” he ordered. “Wash that cunt off and then you’re going to sit on my lap like a good slut.”
The only thing Gwen could say was, “Yes sir.”
She crawled like a dog, her hands and knees got dirtier from the grass as she went. They stopped at the hose, and she sprayed herself down with it. She mostly focused on her pussy, but also tried to get the sticky beer off her from earlier. It was the worst bathing experience she’s had since Todd and his boys came all over her the first night they all fucked her. That almost felt like a wonderful lifetime ago. She put down the nozzle and looked up at the large black man holding her lead. He pulled it and she followed him back to the fire still on her knees.
Alonso sat down on a lawn chair, his massive cock lifted high in the sky. He still held her leash in his hand, and Gwen knew what he wanted. She got up off the ground and stood up in front of him. She turned around and sat down on his lap as he requested. She’d wait for him to decide if he was going to fuck her or not. She assumed he did but had already learned not to do anything unless specifically told.
She sat with his dick poking between her thighs, it looked even bigger than when it was crammed down her throat. She could see where it would stop, just near her stomach, and that sent a shiver down her spine; though not knowing if that was from fear or excitement.
“Mmmm ... little white bitch. You want my big black cock inside you, don’t you?” he taunted her. He reached around with his massive hands and covered the whole of each tit like she was flat-chested. She felt that chilled shiver again and grew worried it was excitement.
“No,” she lied. He crushed her breasts with his hands, making her wince in pain.
“Don’t lie, whore.” His voice thundered in her ear. “I can feel your heart race in your chest. You want this big fuckin’ prick buried in that little pink cunt of yours, I can feel it drooling all over my legs like the horny fuckin’ puppy dog slut you are. Aren’t you?”
Gwen whimpered, afraid of any answer she’d give. If she said yes, they’d keep calling her a slut and whore, then fuck her senseless again. If she said no, they’d punish her ... because she’d be lying. She knew it wasn’t water dripping down his legs; it was from her. She was losing control of her mind and her body. She had nothing to grip onto as the darkness enveloped her.
“Yes,” she answered, hanging her head in shame.
“That’s a good slut.” He said. He didn’t squeeze her tits, instead, he pulled painfully on her nipples. It hurt badly but strangely good too when he let go. “You like doing what you’re told right? You like obeying men?”
“Yes...” Gwen replied meekly again, fearing his wrath.
“Good, now I’m gonna give you what you want. Take this big ass cock and stuff it in that tight bald white-girl cunt of yours and ride it till I finish with you; then I’m gonna pass you to someone else to fuck you. Understand?”
“Yes sir...” Gwen’s body shook as she said those words. She knew he could feel it, but he didn’t say anything.
She lifted up and moved herself into position above the huge thick, black, head of his cock and gripped his shaft to hold it steady. She could feel the heat from her own body, droplets of liquid excitement fell onto her hand as the two sexes met. She didn’t know if it would fit in her, it seemed so large and thick. She’d taken some huge ones while tied down, but she’d been continually fucked for hours.
She felt it stretch her out as it entered, her flesh walls warped to accommodate his girth. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as each agonizing inch split her apart. There was pain, but not painful ... just him pulling on her tits. She felt so full, but there was so much more to take. She tried to take it slow and let herself adjust, when he suddenly grabbed her hips and shoved her down to the base of his balls. She squealed when his whole length buried itself in her, painfully slamming the thick head against her cervix.
“Too slow, bitch.” He laughed. “This ain’t rollin’ around the backseat with your boyfriend. You’re here to fuck and be fucked. Now start fucking.”
Gwen felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up her twat and was pressed against her stomach. It didn’t hurt much anymore, the initial shock-induced pain had worn off. She rocked her hips slowly at first, just to make sure nothing hurt. When she tried lifting up a few inches and dropped down, it took her breath away. She hated that it felt good, but God did it feel good. She couldn’t suppress a guttural groan from escaping her throat, making Alonso laugh.
“I love white bitches,” he taunted. “They act all proper till they see the dark meat, then they’re slobbering all over it.”
“Is that why you’re dating the blonde-haired blue-eyed cheerleader Peggy?” asked Duncan.
“HEY! She’s a sweet girl ... outside of the bedroom,” Alonso laughed. “In it ... well, she’s less prim and proper. Unlike your Christian girl, Clive.”
Gwen could only partially listen as the guys ripped on each other’s girlfriends as she rode the monster inside her. They talked like she wasn’t even there, laughing and joking, like they were in a locker room, and she was invisible. The big surprise to her was that these guys had girlfriends at all. She wondered if they treated them the same way they treated her.
“You likin’ what I’m givin’, puppy?” joked Alonso. He suddenly jerked his cock hard into her and bashed against her cervix again.
“It’s so much...” Gwen moaned.
“Ha ha ... yeah, you like it. Sluts like you always like the big shit.” He laughed. “At the end of this night, I want you to say who’s the best fuck.”
“None of you...” Gwen said before letting out a long groan, “Oooooohhhhhhaaahhh!”
“Oh yeah?” Terry laughed, “Is it those boys making you do this?”
“Nah,” Duncan said, “I bet it’s her brother ... the guy tied up in the cuck chair.”
“Stop...” Gwen cried. It was partially for what they were saying but also because Alonso started fucking up into her.
Rory laughed, “Yeah, I bet you love the family shit. Does your daddy fuck you too? If I was your daddy, and had a whore daughter like you, you’d bet my cock’d be stuffed in that cunt as soon as Mom turned around.”
“Shut up!” Gwen screamed, which just made them laugh more.
“Puppy’s barking back,” said a smirky Clive. “We can’t have an unruly bitch, can we?”
Suggestions came flying out from everywhere, “Should we gag her?” “Should we spank her?” “Maybe choke her?”
Alonso had the final solution, “How ‘bout I fuck her into submission?”
Without waiting, he slumped down further on his chair. It left Gwen dangling with only his body for support so she had to lean against him. Her legs were on the outside of his, and he used his much stronger and more powerful legs to pry hers apart. It left her suffering snatch exposed to everyone’s stares as her pussy lewdly stretched around Alonso’s massive cock.
More flashes as more pictures were taken, but Gwen was too preoccupied to care. When Alonso took control of sex away from her and started bouncing her roughly on his cock, she couldn’t think or worry about anything else anymore. Pictures, her parents, even Joey vanished in a flurry of fucking hips and bouncing balls slamming hard into her over and over again.
She screamed as her body was overwhelmed once more.She was a meat puppet, operated solely by the thick appendage wedged inside her. Everything faded around her, the laughing, the insults, everything ... all she knew was that prick inside her making her cum.
“AAHHHhhhhh!” She screamed again, as another wave passed over her.
“You are a wild little bitch, aren’t you?” Alonso growled. “I bet mommy and daddy would love seeing you like this, wouldn’t they?”
Gwen could barely process his words, “Fuck ... fuck ... fuck...” she repeated over and over.
“Yea, you’re getting fucked, bitch.” He laughed. “You’re lovin’ every second of it. Bet you won’t look at a black man the same way again.”
Gwen squealed, her voice high-pitched as she was fucked rapidly.
“Shut that bitch up.” Clive yelled.
Gwen felt a hand wrap around her throat and restrict her air. She gasped as she was fucked. It should have terrified her and made her panic, but it just seemed to make her hotter. She tensed and came even harder, soaking Alonso’s dick with her cream.
“Oh fuck, you a nasty little whore, aren’t you?” Alonso snarled. “I can feel that cunt of yours grippin’ me tight. You want my cum, bitch? I’ll fuckin’ give it to you!”
Alonso fucked her hard, long full strokes pushing deep into her. Each one ended in the same place, as he bashed against her cervix. It hurt, but also felt good, which Gwen was just becoming accustomed to at that point. For her in that moment, up was down and left was right, nothing made sense and everything was how it should be.
She screamed a silent scream once more, choked by the hand on her throat. Alonso shoved himself fully inside, the head of his prick was jammed against the tiny opening of her cervix. He let out a deep bellowing groan as he blasted thick, heavy streams of white jizz in Gwen. His cock forced it right up into her womb. He held it there for a while, his balls pumped as much spunk as it had stored at that moment. When his long, thick cock finally slipped out of her, she was left with her pussy gaped open to the soft breeze and only a trickle of cum escaping.
“Fuck!” Clive laughed as he looked into her cavernous void, “You stretched the shit out of her. Hello in there-there-there...”
“She’ll snap back for your tiny dicks,” laughed a satisfied Alonso. He wouldn’t admit it, but that was one of the best fucks he’d ever had. If she lived closer, he’d make her his own personal sex slave. He grinned seeing the glassy-eyed look she had, he knew she’d be all for it. He tapped her ass. “Alright bitch, get off.”
She did as she was told without question. She stood on weak legs, still expecting a flood to rush from her loins but none did. She’d be more concerned if she hadn’t already fucked a ton of guys already. She waited to be ordered where to go next, but Alonso wasn’t done with her yet.
“Alright puppy, you made another mess. Clean it up.” He ordered, pointing to his cock. Gwen didn’t argue or protest. She dropped to her knees and licked his big hairy black balls first, getting the cum and pussy juice off them before moving up to the rest of his dick. She looked at him with her big brown eyes as she licked him clean. When done, she sat between his legs and stared at him, waiting for her next order. This amused him and everyone else greatly.
“I think I’ve domesticated her,” chuckled Alonso as he patted her head like she was a dog. “Who wants to her next?”
There was a chorus of requests, and she was passed around like a bong, first to Clive, then to Terry, then Rory, and finally Duncan. She fucked each one, riding their cocks in front of the fire. Some were more active, fucking her while others made her do most of the work. Each one finished by cumming inside her, fulfilling the original requirement by Todd for the night. Not all of them were like Alonso, much of their cum rained out from her once they were finished. Each one made her drop to her knees and suck them clean. By the end, she didn’t even need to be told, she just did it and they laughed at her subjugation.
There was a lull after Duncan with everyone taking a moment to rest before whatever else they had planned for Gwen. The sky was still dark, so she knew it wasn’t over yet. She sat on the grass beside Duncan, the least bad of the group. He fucked her, of course and played along, but he didn’t seem to truly revel in her misery. He petted her head as she sat silently beside him as she waited for the next humiliation ... though it no longer seemed as bad anymore. She rationalized it as just shock or she was getting used to it. Yet there was a small voice inside her that begged for more, and it only grew louder with every horrid act.
“Having fun, puppy?” Duncan asked, looking over at Gwen. He laughed, “Yeah, I’m not too big on the puppy thing either, but it’s all in good fun.”
“May I speak?” Gwen asked tentatively, afraid of punishment.
“Of course,” he said with a trusting smile. “Here.”
He passed her his half-drunk beer and signaled for someone to toss him another. He caught it easily, popped the cap and tossed the metal into the fire. It had reduced somewhat during her round of sex with each guy. She took a sip, parched from constant sex and moaning. Most of the liquids she drank came off the end of a guy’s cock.
“Thank you,” she said politely before taking another drink.
“So ... fun, right?” he asked again.
“How would this be fun for me?” Gwen asked, trying to keep her tone in check. “You all fuck me over and over again, treat me like a dog, and made me piss in the grass.”
Duncan looked at her with a bemused face. “Yeah exactly!” he answered enthusiastically. “You’ve outdone yourself in ways I couldn’t even have imagined when we first met. Don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying it?”
Gwen swiftly changed the subject, “You’re doing all this to me, and you have a girlfriend?”
That made Duncan chuckle. “Of course, we all do.” he replied then took a drink.
“And they’re ok with you doing this?” Gwen forgot herself for a minute and realized she was treading on dangerous ground.
Duncan only laughed though, “Do you think we’d tell them about this? Come on, be serious.”
“I don’t- why do it then?” Gwen didn’t comprehend what all this was for.
Duncan could only cackle at the girl’s naivety. “Because we’re guys, puppy. We love our girlfriends, well most of us do anyway. They are our princesses and we treat them as such, but we have wants and needs that ... well, we might not be comfortable asking them to give.”
Terry put it less eloquently. “We can fuck you all we want, do all the nasty shit we could only ever see in twisted porn, and walk away at the end of the night knowing you aren’t going to say shit.”
“What if your girlfriends find out?” Gwen asked innocently.
Clive nearly jumped out of his chair, but Rory leapt in front to hold him back. Terry explained calmly, “That’s not going to happen. Clive over there, see, he’s readying to propose soon. His girlfriend’s family is traditional, real fuckin’ religiously traditional, and if you open your mouth...” he paused menacingly. “Well, we’ve got enough pictures to destroy your fuckin’ life too, understand bitch?”
Gwen nodded. “I wasn’t gonna-”
“Relax guys,” Duncan chimed in. “She’s good. She won’t say anything, will you?”
Gwen shook her head no.
“See?” Duncan said calmly, petting her once more. “All good. She’s having too much fun to say anything. Besides, we’ll be gone tomorrow anyway, so who’s she gonna tell?”
Gwen was actually surprised by that bit of information. She assumed she was going to be blackmailed by these guys too and forced over again ... she was a little disappointed she wouldn’t be.
“You-you’re all leaving?” she asked. She looked at them all in the glow of the fire, afraid to speak again. She couldn’t trust the words that might come out.
“Yeah, that’s why it had to be tonight.” Duncan explained. “I stressed to Todd that it was our last night here. It’s why we upped the money to make sure it happened; it was our last best offer. We wanted to leave with a bang.” He chuckled at his own joke.
“Don’t be too upset, puppy.” Rory laughed, “We know you’ll miss us, but you’ll have the memory of this night to last forever. If you manage to find some sucker to marry you, you’ll think of us on your honeymoon, knowing we plowed you stupid ... wishing his limp little dick measured up to us.”
“Hell, maybe you’ll have one of our kids to remember us by,” laughed Terry. “Bet mommy and daddy would love to see you plop out a black baby.”
“She ain’t on the pill?” Alonso asked, suddenly alert.
“No man,” laughed Duncan. “That’s why we’re supposed to cum in her; Todd’s trying to breed her. I forgot you missed that from the first night.”
“Shit man, I think I’m winning then.” Alonso stood triumphantly. “I filled that cunt’s womb full. Yo bitch, why are they tryin’ to knock you up, anyway?”