“Just think, Janet. I’m going to have my cock inside this sweet, tight, young pussy in about five minutes and you better not scream, or Cathy will...think I’m torturing you.”“What you’re doing to me now, is worse than torture. I love it and I want your cock so bad, I hurt from my pussy to my throat. Hurry, Lucien I need you more than you could possibly comprehend.”“Okay, but only because you have never had a real cock in your pussy. The next time I come to your office, I want to finish what I’ve. I wanted it to happen just as much as you did. In fact I wouldn’t mind if it happened again…real soon.”Over the next two weeks I let my brother have sex with me anytime that he wanted too. As Mom got better Brian and I got more creative at when and where we did it. Since Mom went to bed early, we made love on the couch that I slept on every night and then in the bathroom every morning. We occasionally made love down in the cellar while I did Mom’s laundry too.Over the past two years since then. Considerable haggling resulted in a price of 5 coppers per day for the three of us, including two meals for each one. Once that was settled, we headed for our room.When we got there, I told them to sit on the bed while I did a few things. Before I could do anything, though, I heard from Honeybunch. Ham, you do know, of course, that you will be expected to fuck both of these women tonight. Do you want either one of them to become pregnant?No, I do not! I am aware of my social duties, so please. I can’t describe the exquisite feelings that ran through my body when she started bobbing her head slowly along my length (okay, let me try — she was biting down on me with her rotted teeth, and the sensation was one of mind-numbing pain). I slowly ran my fingers through her silky blonde hair and spoke to her very softly(her hair was really matted and had a texture of 30-weight oil, and I actually yelled ‘Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!’) She gracefully climbed into the back seat of the car.