Chris Hampton was neither rich nor from the Hamptons. The change in surname, on his mother's part, often confused him. As did many of the decisions she made, which includes dating the worst drug dealer he had ever met.

Worst as in dumb enough to cut real cocaine with laundry detergent. That got him beat pretty bad and sent to the emergency room. But Ron was still a nice guy, better than some of her previous boyfriends.

They lived just two miles away from Buckner Trailer Homes, not in Buckner Trailer Homes, as Chris's mother emphasized to anyone who would listen. She worked at Fast Mart, the local grocery store, and complained all the time, complained about everything. Although there was free food on some days, that really helped growing up.

After graduating high school, Chris got a job at McNeely's. It was a cheap burger joint. He attended the odd class at community college too, slowly earning a degree. He didn't know what in, but a degree was a degree. At least he would be the first in his family at something.

"Welcome to McNeely's! Can I take your order?" Chris asked customer number twenty-six today. It was an old man in a bomber jacket whose skin looked like sandpaper.

"Two cheeseburgers and a large order of curly fries."

"Sure thing. We also have a special on-"

"Two cheeseburgers and a large order of curly fries. No special." The old man's peeled lips abruptly snapped at him. They were crusting over with dead white skin and in desperate want of saliva.

"No problem. It'll be out right away." Chris punched his order into the register and printed up a receipt.

"That'll be $8.95." He told the old man with a jovial smile.

"I'll pay when it gets here."

"Sir, the food will be out in just a-"

"I said I'll pay when it gets here. God knows how many times I've had one of you idiots screw up my order."

"I'm sorry about that, sir."

"You should be."

Chris stiffened up, unsure of what to do with the receipt. They both stood there in silence, waiting for the order to finish and be brought to the front.

"Two cheeseburgers and a curly fry!" Bailey sauntered out of the kitchen and sat the old man's meal on the counter. His neon green and purple streaked hair waved back and forth in a bowl cut down to his sparkling black eyes.

"That'll be $8.95." Chris repeated, trying again to pass off the receipt.

"I remember. I just didn't expect my food was being made by this little queerbait." The old man almost threw a ten dollar bill in his direction and hastily snatched up the warm paper bag.

"What? Do you think I stuck your fries up my ass one by one to spite you or something?" Bailey quickly became indignant, holding his hips in vexed anger.

"Who knows what you faggots-"

"Cause I did. Hope you like the taste of shit and my boyfriend's delicious cum. Isn't that right, babe?" Bailey pulled Chris towards himself, making his face turn beet red.

"Disgusting!" The old man snarled dryly. He turned to leave, almost out of breath from rage.

"Go on, show him your twelve inch cock babe! I'm sure he'd love some of your special mayo!" Bailey couldn't help himself, hugging Chris tight around the shoulders.

"Or I could show him mine! He'd probably have a heart attack or some shit." Bailey was laughing now, watching the old man stagger through the door.

Chris stared blankly at the ten dollar bill lying on the register counter, completely lost in what was happening.

"Oh dear, I'm not that bad am I? You're okay?" Bailey asked him, taking a step back and grabbing the money. He put the ten dollar bill in the register and the change in his uniform pocket.

"Y-yeah? Just why'd you have to lie like that?"

"Who said I was lying? I really do have a twelve inch cock. Wanna see?"

Chris started choking. Much to Bailey's self satisfied delight.

"I-I meant about us being together." Chris was practically stewing from embarrassment.

"Oh. Your loss." Bailey no longer felt the need to tease him, shoulders drooping somewhat lower.

"Also, I don't have a… "

"S'okay babe. I'm more of a top anyway." Bailey returned to the kitchen with a wave of his glossy fingernails, hips jiggling like two holiday hams.

"Welcome to McNeely's! Can I take your order?"

It was a group of partygoers this time. Night had fallen and Amy's Bar across the street was just ending its usual happy hour. Chris faced a young couple around the same age as himself, except they had social lives.

"Hmmm… what's good here?" A blonde woman twirled her hair, gazing curiously at Chris behind the counter.

"What do you mean, 'what's good here?' It's a shitty burger joint. You'll be lucky if they change the grease once a month." Her partner disagreed with eating any fast food at all. He was an obviously muscular man with a square frame and military fade haircut.

"You don't know that. The tables at least look clean to me."

"That's all fluff to lure you in. Hey, when's the last time you people changed the grease? I bet it's blacker than my dad's lungs in there. No way I'm eating this garbage."

"We changed the grease yesterday, sir." Chris sighed in exhaustion. His shift wouldn't end for another few hours.

"See, it's perfectly fine to eat here. You overreact to everything." The blonde woman told her fit boyfriend.

"Whatever." He shrugged and took out his phone.

"I'm ordering takeout from Breadbasket. This place sucks."

"That's fine. I will be having the mushroom and swiss burger with fries."

"Gross."

"We also have a special on vanilla milkshakes, one large for just $2.50." Chris subtly inserted himself, trying to sound as casual as he could manage.

"And I get a milkshake!" The blonde flashed a gloating look at her boyfriend, promptly taking out a blue bank card.

"Get me one too."

"What? I thought this place was too gross for you to eat here?"

"It's a fucking milkshake." He strode back to their loudly conversing group, rejoining the fray.

"That will be $12.38." Chris blinked away his surprise and printed her receipt.

"Sure." She mindlessly handed him her bank card, following after her boyfriend.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, your card?"

"Haah… " Chris left the card on the counter. He stood around waiting for the order to finish, visibly wincing whenever one of the drunken patrons shouted something horrendous. It was only a matter of time before they broke a window or knocked the garbage can over.

"Hey Bailey?" Chris turned the corner into the kitchen. He heard soft grunts coming from the back.

"Hey Bailey, these people are totally trashed. I think we should hurry up before they-" His heart leapt out of his chest.

Bailey was there, right in front of the ice cream machine.

He held a tall plastic cup in one hand and his foot long cock in the other.

He gripped the shaft in the middle and kept his slimy pink glans pointed towards the cup's opening.

"Bailey?" Chris uttered softly. His coworker's balls started shaking. They were huge like fully ripe plums and he could see them pulse several times in a row.

"HNnnfff… HMmgghh… shit… oh fucking shit… OHFUCKINGSHIT!!!" Bailey raised his head in relief, only to find Chris staring back at him.

"I WAS… I was… " His eyes rolled with the sheer white walling of pleasure.

Heavy jizz ropes exploded forth from his squeezing member. Each one was creamy and thick as a drinking straw.

They launched one after the other, quickly filling the cup almost a third of the way.

Wet spattering sounds accompanied their arrival, forming a viscous pool of Bailey's hot spunk.

Chris watched anxiously as his load tapered off, with no clue how to proceed from then on.

"Chris… why did you… come back here?" Bailey somewhat caught his breath, pushing out the sticky leftovers at the same time.

"Amy's Bar just finished happy hour. I… I thought they might break something."

"Oh. Let me make the rest of their order." He switched the soft serve machine on and began topping off the plastic cup with vanilla milkshake.

"You're using… "

"Yeah. They're real fucking dicks." Bailey chuckled vengefully. He placed a flimsy cap on and handed the drink to Chris.

"What… "

"Here's the mushroom and swiss she ordered too." Bailey passed the burger along.

"It's so warm." Chris remarked unintentionally.

"Duh, I just made it."

"No, I meant the milkshake. Won't they know… "

"Hold on, I'll stir it a little."

"Also, your cock is still out… "

"Well, I don't have a million hands. You just stir it then and I'll put my cock away, unless of course… "

Chris stood there with his mouth open. Here was Bailey, actually asking him to put away his cock. Another boy's huge, steaming…

"HEY GUY!! WHERE'S OUR MILKSHAKES?!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BACK THERE?!"

"Shit!"

"Calm down. I've got this one, babe." Bailey grabbed a straw and headed right for the cup.

"Wait-"

"It'll only take a second." He stirred until the warm feeling in Chris's palm went away. Even though he could still tell there was something hot and heavy poking at his thighs.

"There, done. I swear they won't have a clue now." Bailey slid away, tucking his meaty cock back in his pants. The massive bulge came down just before his knees and Chris swore it was throbbing again.

Throbbing right after it touched his…

"You better get out there, babe." Bailey gave him a gentle push, grinning mischievously.

"S-sure thing." He began walking towards the front counter. His eyes were completely unfocused, as if he didn't know where to look next.

"Oh, babe! Can I get a ride home today?" Bailey called out to him from behind.

"... yeah, I can give you a ride."

"Thanks! You're so sweet, babe."

"IF YOU DON'T GET OUT HERE THIS FUCKING SECOND I'M GOING IN THE REGISTER!!!"

"No, hold on just a second sir!" Chris sped into the front room, handing them the order in a hurry.

"Where's the other milkshake? We paid for two milkshakes, you can't even get that right? What the hell is wrong with you? I see exactly why you're working here and not at a real-"

"This really hits the spot!" Marine cadet's girlfriend was eagerly sucking up Bailey's milkshake. She savored the creamy milk with hints of salt and nutty flavor.

"You have to try it!" She offered him the straw, still comfortably smacking her lips.

"I should have my own right now."

"Just try it already!"

Chris watched in bewilderment as the man drank and savored Bailey's milkshake. Him and his girlfriend took turns with the heavy dairy concoction, thoroughly enjoying the taste of his coworker's raw essence.

This had to be the strangest day at work yet.

"Hey, thanks for carrying my work bag." Bailey invited Chris into his studio apartment. The messy kitchen tied into a bedroom with a vast computer setup.

"You can drop it anywhere." Bailey kicked off his slides and sat down on the bed, massaging his socked feet.

Chris left the bag by the door, preparing to leave afterwards.

"Wait! Come sit down. I haven't had a guest over in a little while." Bailey made room for him, smoothing his covers back and hiding an extra large fleshlight. It was the ass version with a small set of balls hanging underneath the hole.

"You want to hang out?" Chris plopped himself down on the bed, using his hands to sit straight up.

"Yeah, we can hang out." Bailey's eyebrows jumped in excitement. He scooted closer to Chris, until their thighs were almost touching.

"Soooo why didn't you tell Donna about what happened today?" He asked him, slowly guiding his hand over the sheets.

"I don't really know. It was pretty insane what you did, but no harm… no foul?" Chris shrugged with uncertainty. He looked down to see Bailey's hand on top of his own, gently intertwining fingers.

"Mhmm, I think the same way. No harm, no foul." Bailey drew even closer, such that Chris could smell his cherry watermelon lip balm and the fries he ate before leaving work.

"It seemed like they didn't mind anyway."

"That's no surprise to me, babe. I've been told I taste really good. You should try some."

"Try… try some of what?" Chris swallowed unconsciously.

"You know, my milkshake? I can make you one right now. It'll be fresh… and hot… and sticky with extra cream. I just need you to get my special pump nice and warm… "

"But milkshakes aren't supposed-"

Bailey kissed him. His tongue poked into Chris's surprised mouth, curling behind his teeth and directly onto the sensitive roof. It reached back almost as far as the boy's uvula, easily claiming the space within.

He swirled his pink meat around and around Chris's mouth, until saliva fell from their chins and the boy finally closed his eyes in submission. Then Bailey put a hand behind his neck, holding him in place to suck his lips off.

Wet, loud pops came one after the other, Bailey squishing Chris's mouth inside his own and sucking on it, smearing spit on his nose even.

"Open." Bailey puffed smugly, and Chris pretended he was at the dentist.

Hock-Ptuu

Bailey spat in his mouth. It was a big glob of lukewarm, salty-sweet saliva.

"Now swallow." He tipped Chris's chin upwards, watching the boy's throat move to his satisfaction.

"Mmhh… you're so good at following directions, babe. I absolutely love kiss asses." Bailey guided him to the floor, spreading his own legs wide for comfort. Then he undid his glittery belt buckle, shaking off the black pants and socks.

"Your milkshake's right in here." Bailey held one of his huge balls in Chris's face, almost rubbing his nose with it.

"You just have to suck it out with my footlong straw." He moved his cock next, laying the giant beef tube on the boy's forehead. It extended way past his hair, steamy and hot from being trapped inside work pants all day.

Chris trembled as he grabbed for it, his fingers sinking into the meaty shaft. They jerked slowly, pulling the long dick in front of his mouth. He could smell the strong musk coming from Bailey's tip, cloudy liquid bulging from his urethra.

"Humpff." Chris opened wide and gently sucked the large head between his lips. He began squirming his tongue underneath it, tasting the bitter manliness of Bailey's anaconda cock.

He swallowed around the moist sausage, his cheeks caving in from the wet hot pressure of slurping so much meat. Thick vibrating gulps came from his throat, coaxing Bailey's member to fully extend and spring out to its hardened size.

"Haaah… don't forget to hold my balls. They get really tight and heavy when I'm being sucked." Bailey sighed in relaxed fashion, tilting his head back with the easy relief. He stuck one of his legs over Chris's shoulder, scrunching his toes as the boy naturally moved up and down.

Chris placed his hands behind Bailey's massive testicles, squeezing them with his warm palms, pulling a little on them like actual milk jugs. He could feel those meaty nuts tensing up whenever he sucked and licked at the same time.

Chris slowly bobbed his head, as if he were Bailey's real servant, sucking his pale joystick deeper and deeper. It kept bumping his sensitive uvula, making him wretch and leak out heavy drool from the tight seal of his lips.

Thick, stringing bubbles dangled in the air next to Bailey's scrotum, connecting the two large organs with spiderwebs of Chris's saliva. He squeezed and sucked and gagged until a hand found its way to the back of his head, controlling him to move faster.

"Gluh… Gluh… Gluh… Gluh… " Bailey forced him down in succession, making him gulp the enormous dick sprouting from between his smooth, plump thighs. His hips even jumped off the bed slightly, stirring his meat to poke into the boy's throat.

"Shitshitshitfuckfuuuuck… KEEP SUCKING!! HERE COMES MY MILKSHAKE!!!" Bailey stood up completely and began all out humping Chris's face. His huge wet balls slapped the boy's chin degradingly over and over again, hammering home just who was the boss between them.

He shoved his meat in down to the base, then pulled it out, then shoved it down to base one last time, grunting softly as he nutted in Chris's throat.

Ropes of smelly hot spunk released into the boy's belly, shooting more times than he could count, especially with someone squeezing his head from both sides.

He only felt the need for fresh air and molten liquid traveling over his adam's apple. The viscous substance sat uncomfortably in his stomach, Bailey's load seeming far more gooey and thick than he had imagined earlier.

"SWALLOW IT!! DRINK MY STICKY NUT RIGHT FROM THE SOURCE!!" Bailey slipped his spurting cock back until the pulsating head was on the boy's tongue, forcing him to taste every last creamy spoonful of hot jizz.

Sticky burps of the stuff erupted and filled Chris's mouth again and again, forcing him to swallow it and get used to the strong flavor of Bailey's super dense milkshakes.

"Mmmhh… " When the last warm, sputtering dregs left Bailey's long meat, he just sat his cock on Chris's face, letting the boy stew in his scent and utter dominance of his being.

"Good job, babe. Really really good job. I think that's my best milkshake ever. Now you have to say thank you."

GULP

AHHH

"Thank… Mmnn… Thanks Bailey."

"Aww you're welcome, babe. I think if you eat my ass for a little bit, I could give you one somewhere else. What do you think?"

"... y-yes please."

"Good boy."


"Hey Mom, what kind of games was Nanna into?" Agnes held a box of rosewood in his arms. It was painted charcoal black and bore the shadow of wolves as decoration. He strained to keep himself upright with the extra weight against his chest.

Violet's brows raised in consternation. She studied the antique wooden box for the better part of a minute, trying to remember her traditional Christian Mother engaging in such deep sacrilege. On its dark, baleful coating was the cover title, 'Crooked!: A Fun Tool To Keep The Family Together!'.

"Your Grandmother didn't play games, Aggie. At least not with me and your aunts." She lightly accepted the box from him, checking the opposite side for information. There was nothing written, only the shades of wild beasts.

"Has Daisy mentioned this? I was away from home for a few years, perhaps your Grandmother bought it around then?" Violet asked her niece, who was rummaging through an encyclopedia of 1970s pop culture events.

"Nope. Mom insists she had a perfect childhood. I don't know where that would fit in with all the lies. Seems demonic." Hayley cast a sideways glance at the box. She brushed chocolate tresses of hair behind her ears and aviator frame glasses for a closer look.

"She wasn't lying, we had as good a childhood as anyone else." Violet set the box down on the attic's wool rug. She kneeled beside it, trying to flip open the top.

"Yeah? If it was so good, why didn't Aunt Flora come to the funeral?" Hayley dropped the magazine in a pile and planted herself right next to Violet on the floor. She crossed her long legs together in a pretzel, examining the box for an open latch mechanism.

"She's got enough to deal with right now. Trust me, Mother's passing hit her the hardest."

Hiss

"Shit!"

Violet sliced her thumb on a jagged metal seal. She quickly sucked the blood away, nursing the pain with her tongue.

"Mom, are you alright?" Agnes put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes scouring the room for makeshift bandages.

"It's just a scratch, Aggie. Calm down and help us get this box open if you want to do something." She wiped her finger on the inside of a grey cardigan, then buttoned it up to her chest.

Hayley was still trying to remove the lid when her expression suddenly turned strange. She easily lifted it from the box, placing it down on the shaggy rug near one of her white vans.

"I… don't think that's necessary." She told her aunt and younger cousin. Three confused gazes peered into the depths of the odd wood container, searching for answers to go along with Hayley's discovery.

Agnes pointed his IPhone's flashlight in their direction, illuminating game pieces that had a ritualistic sense of humor.

Figurines were neatly stacked on a green board. Magnetic dice with faded numbers laid in a corral, alongside different sets of cotton paper cards and a small rulebook. There was a maze leading into a grimly drawn farmhouse comprising an artificial field and forest landscape.

Shepherd, lambs, and wolves. They each had a clearly marked starting position on different sides of the board. Long intersections appeared between the shepherd and lambs, as well as the lambs and wolves, where the single party was always given a chance to recover ground and 'steal' the wandering herd.

"Is it safe for kids to use dice with magnets in them?" Agnes picked up the dull pieces of metal and shook his hands as if he were about to roll.

"This isn't a kids game." Violet said blankly. She caressed the shepherd's beard and crook, weighing him in her soft fingers.

"What makes you say that?" Hayley chose the grey wolf, studying its vicious likeness.

"The natural instincts of a concerned Mom. And these designated 'battle' zones. Faint red hues appear whenever the wolves meet lambs or the shepherd. It is very suggestive to say the least." Violet moved her piece to its starting area, carefully examining the board afterwards.

"Do you want to play, Mom?" Agnes grabbed the last remaining option, a rather nondescript lamb.

"I can't believe your Grandmother would hide something like this from me." She uttered in disbelief.

"That sounds like a yes." Hayley found the entry point for her wolf, then she snatched the rulebook from atop the card section.

Her slender brows twisted as she read. The contents were suspicious and invited doubt towards the game creator's original intentions. Player circumstances only grew weirder as the game progressed, leading her to mouth a confused, "What the fuck…"

"Are you going to share anytime soon?" Violet was beginning to lose her patience, watching Hayley's face sour continuously for almost two minutes.

"I'm not playing this fucking game. Only a sick piece of shit would play this with their family." Hayley tossed Violet the rulebook and got to her feet. She strode heavily to the door, incredulous rage boiling to the surface with each step.

"Where are you going?" Agnes pulled himself together long enough to ask. Her outburst was the reaction he least expected.

"I need to wipe my eyes after seeing that devil cult bullshit." She went to open the door and leave.

"Is it that bad?" Agnes tilted his head in deep thought. He remembered Grandmother's devotion to the church and the yearly charity events she organized. It was hard to superimpose the generous image she left behind with a member of the occult.

"Read the fucking rules and you'll see. Who locked the damn door?" Hayley pulled violently on the brass knob only for it to stop halfway. It wouldn't turn enough to open no matter how much strength she used.

"What?" Violet left the rulebook in the game box and went to check for herself. She was certain the door was unlocked when they started cleaning. The key wasn't even on her, it was downstairs in her Mother's kitchen.

"Yeah, the stupid fucking door won't open." Hayley stood aside and massaged her forehead, which was beginning to turn pink with anger.

Violet tugged at the handle, jerking her chest back and forth in an all out effort. She was using both hands to try and forcefully overwhelm the lock only to slip against the door. Her breath staggered amidst the new and upsetting surprise.

"It won't… it won't open." She tried one more time, hints of fear visible in her periwinkle eyes.

"Let me try." Agnes suddenly felt the room's temperature spike and wanted to leave for fresher air.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!! You think we're pretending?! That there's nothing better to do than trick little Aggie?!" Hayley lost it. Her fists clenched into hot iron weights beating her thighs.

"CALM. DOWN." Violet grabbed her shoulders. She had her stand straight up and inhale deeply until the seething fire left her dark irises.

"Are you alright, Aggie?" She left Hayley for her son, rubbing circles on his back.

"I'm fine." He shrugged briefly, but the hurt was evident in his pale nervous expression.

"Just what do you think is happening?" He changed the subject, looking up at his Mom.

"I don't know sweetie. Try and call your sister, maybe she can get back here and open the door from outside." Violet looked beratingly at her niece, resisting the urge to make their current problem about something else.

Hayley gestured a frustrating 'okay' in apology. She brought her sweater over her head and tied it around her waist. The big fabric arms covered her shorts completely.

"I'm sorry, Aggie. It's just with Nanna passing and having to drive all this way, and then getting stuck in this moldy attic, I'm having a hard time not flipping out." Her pitch wavered at the end with her lips feeling unusually dry.

"Okay." Agnes curtly responded. He immediately went back to calling his sister.

"Wh-"

"That's enough." Violet stopped Hayley from going on a new tangent. She ran her fingers through long strawberry blonde hair, pushing the soft locks down her shoulders to help herself relax.

"She's not picking up." Agnes murmured strangely, then texted her what his Mom said.

"So call someone else or give me your phone." Hayley suggested with a tinge of venom.

"Why didn't you bring your phone?" Agnes questioned back, his eyes accusing her.

"I was about to run out of battery."

"Dumbass."

"Do you see any fucking outlets up here?! Holy shit!!"

"ALRIGHT. CUT IT OUT." Violet snapped, her voice booming in such close quarters.

"We're going to QUIETLY wait here until someone responds. It shouldn't take that long, your sister's probably at a recharging station or getting lunch for all of us. Wouldn't that be great?" She put on an encouraging smile, nudging Agnes to do the same.

"Fine."

"Whatever you say, Aunt Vi."

"Thank you."

Late morning bled into sunny afternoon. Heat made the attic walls swell and magazine pages stick together. Violet, Hayley and Agnes strayed as far away from each other as physically possible, Agnes no longer wearing his t-shirt.

Hayley had stripped to just a white bra and her shorts, while Violet removed her cardigan.

They lounged for hours on the hot wooden floor, sweat seeming to glisten even when they shut the lamp off and lay in the dark. Eerie silence agitated the rising fury in everyone's hearts, a gluttonous wrath buffeted by perpetually warmer waves of humid air.

Agnes sighed prompting the already irate gazes of his Mom and cousin to flash towards him. Their rage was almost palpable, like a serrated blade hanging over the head of whoever made the next breathy noise.

"Why don't we just play the game?" He asked them, sweeping away the shock of autumn red hair from his limpid blue eyes.

"Sweetie, you don't want to play this game. Trust your Mother." Violet warned him, rubbing her bare feet on the dry rug.

"Maybe we should play." Hayley slid to the game box, taking the entire set out and placing their pieces down again.

"No, we're not doing that."

"Why not, Mom?"

"Aggie, it won't be good for you. It won't be good for anyone."

"I'm not guaranteed to lose, am I?"

"No, but let's just say if you do, the consequences are irreversible. It's certainly not something I would want happening to me."

"What is it?"

"Nothing, just forget it."

"No, what is it?" He reached for the rulebook, only to see Hayley snatch it into her arms.

"I say we play." She demanded, hunching over to unhook her bra.

"STOP. This is not up for debate, we're not playing this sick game." Violet spoke resolutely, the back of her neck quickly heating up.

"Don't you want to play, little Aggie." Hayley let her chest breathe. The large mounds popped into the open, soft and radiating a gentle pink glow. They bumped together at first before she fixed her posture and let them reign free on top of her flat stomach.

"Put your fucking tits away, Hayley." Violet's voice was dangerously low, her temper reaching its sharp breakpoint.

"What if this is the only way out of here? Have you thought of that, Aunt Vi?" She hinted maliciously, standing now directly facing the older woman.

"You must have lost your mind. What does the door being locked have to do with this fucking game? Can you please show the correlation?" Violet was incensed, angrily licking her lips and tasting the salt from constantly perspiring these last five or six hours.

"The game has EVERYTHING to do with us being locked in here." Hayley refused to back down. She untied her shorts and let them fall to her ankles.

Agnes gasped at witnessing his cousin's round, meaty ass suddenly exposed. The large glutes were dripping with sweat and seemed to flex occasionally with a mind of their own.

Steam rose from the hot pink skin of her behind and mixed with the air he breathed. Her double cheeks resembled a peach left in boiling water to become extremely supple and soft. The deep crack was enough to hide a child's hand and required two to pry open.

Agnes's intake grew faster and more ragged when he realized Hayley was just like his Mom. The swinging flaccid member was briefly obscured in the shade of her huge scrotum and thighs. He was unable to see how long she truly was from the back of her heavy pink cock. Its truncular shape was leaking a murky liquid onto the floor.

"We've already made the blood sacrifice and chosen our pieces, there's no going back now. The door will open when we finish playing the game." Hayley's aggressive certainty caught them off guard. She sat down at the wolf's position, picking up the dice in an expectant huff.

"We could break the door off its hinges?"

"Try it." Hayley didn't even look at her cousin, taking the first roll for herself.

"Nine." She pushed the wolf's figure nine spaces ahead, then drew a card from the deck corresponding to wolves. Each one featured wolves in a state with their teeth bared and illusory shadows drifting behind them.

"Help me, Aggie." Violet went up to the door again and grabbed an aluminum baseball bat with patches of rust covering the brand name.

"We'll take turns. Make sure you aim right here." She took the bat in both hands and slammed the wider metal end next to the door's keyhole. The powerful impact shook the entire room, but the wood held firm.

BANG

She swung again.

BANG

Again.

BANG

Again.

Violet went until she was out of breath and cornered by the sweltering heat. She looked hopefully up at the door jamb and keyhole, using her knees for support.

Not a single dent or crack could be seen in the outwardly flimsy wood frame.

Her head drooped despondently, with velvet rose gold hair almost touching the floor.

"Christ." She sighed, handing the bat to Agnes and gazing reluctantly at her niece.

"Do what you can." She told him.

Her next move was to strip, pulling off her V-neck shirt and bra.

"MOM." Agnes averted his eyes, hiding beneath a shaky palm.

"I don't know what your Grandmother was thinking, or if she's ever played this game, but whatever happens next… I'm really sorry Aggie." Violet undid her grey yoga pants, letting them sink slowly to her feet.

The massive white serpent visible only in his deepest childhood memories resurfaced. Its giant, pendulous head swung like the hands of a clock.

A clock that spelled his fast approaching end.

"Sing to the night sky, for the yellow moon appears. Let cool winds bless your journey, for it's the best hunt you've had in years. Proceed an extra turn." Hayley rolled the dice again, drawing a five. She went around a bend indicating trees and stopped at the farm's outskirts.

Violet rolled next. The dice flung out and stuck to the board, showing seven in total. She drew a card with a golden shepherd on its back.

"Diligence paves the way for success, you bring your crook and hammer to mend the fence. Remain in place." Violet looked solemnly on to her son, letting him take his turn.

"Twelve." Agnes had two sixes showing. He picked up the lamb's plain white card.

"Lantern in the distance, danger on the fray. Remember your place in the herd, from the path you must not stray. Once forward." He sat his lamb down one spot ahead.

"The spirit is a mass of flames, from the dark wilderness hence your savage hunger came. Ten places forward."

"Goodwill has no bounds, those who defend wear the rightful crown. Twelve places forward."

"To graze is heaven, your food is endless. Make sure to chew slowly, the leader of any pack is friendless. Three places forward."

"Civilization is order, nature is chaos. Walls block your way, the only option is to stay out. Eight places back."

"Stars light the ground, they gift you with sight. Justice calls your name, you can't escape its plight. Nine places forward."

"Snakes hide in the grass, their venom kills sheep. You must take a detour, and not make a peep. Six places forward."

"Men give way to greed, and greed gives way to sloth. When no one is watching, you drink their bone broth. Seven places forward."

"Your legs are strong, but belly is weak. The shepherd protects, but also must eat. Remain in place."

"What is lost must be found, that is the key. For nature's not friendly, she likes your meat to be bloody. Nine places forward."

The shepherd, wolf and lamb were at a battling cross road. Hayley opened the rulebook again and shook the dice.

"Whoever rolls the highest number wins. Lowest has to… has to go according to what the book says." She breathed deeply, taking a moment before casting her roll. The dice spun on their sides and then planted firmly on six and four.

TEN

"Fuck, that was close." Hayley exhaled a long sigh of relief. Her heart was beating out of its chest when she first threw the dice. Such powerful apprehension was mainly due to what laid between her aunt's thighs. Agnes was on a more normal scale and far smaller than herself.

"Alright. I paid for your funeral, Mom, please don't fuck me over." Violet tossed the dice without looking, hearing them land with a loud clacking sound first.

She slowly peered down.

FIVE

Her stomach dropped. Hayley's dark pink phallus was a beefy footlong and its menacing thickness would be like having a truncheon shoved up her guts. She hated the thoughts coursing through her panicked mind. They were utterly repulsive and vile for a Mother to have. It was Agnes's turn now.

He was admittedly less nervous with his Mother having drawn a five, but that didn't stop his skin from crawling and the desire to wear his clothes as soon as possible.

He shot the dice from his sweating palms, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

TWO

And then the next die came up…

TWO

"Christ…" Violet was unable to help herself.

Then a horrified look came over her when she realized the implications.

"I drew a four?" Agnes tried to convince himself. He couldn't believe he'd lost by one point to his Mother.

Hayley swallowed anxiously. She read with as much coherence as she could muster.

"Lambs run to dinner, how innocent they are. The wolf must sow fear deeply, till the seed spreads wide and far."

"Then there's a picture." She showed him, watching him blanch in immediate terror.

"NO-NO-I HAVE TO LEAVE!!!" Agnes tried to run, only to feel Hayley climb onto his back. She kept him completely grounded, pushing his face into the musty wool rug. Violet stood up to intervene.

"You can't!! It's against the rules! All of this will have been for nothing if we stop right now. Just a few minutes and it'll be over. It doesn't mean anything except we're desperate to get out of here. He CHOSE to be the lamb, these are the consequences." Despite what she was saying, Hayley's cock was steadily getting longer. The hot meat tube filled with rushing blood, slapping arrogantly on her younger cousin's thighs.

"I would be doing the same for him if I'd lost." She callously lied to her aunt. An inexplicable rush reddened her cheeks. His futile thrashing ignited her baser instincts, the way she remained hunched over him on all fours no matter how many punches and kicks were thrown. He was just floundering about in the dark at her absolute mercy.

"MOM HEL-" Hayley slapped one of her chubby palms on his mouth, hard enough to make his gums throb in pain. She clamped his jaws shut, tears flowing out of his eyes from the way she dug into his soft cheeks with her sharp purple fingernails.

Agnes pried at her clutching hand to no avail. The strength she used to grip him close seemed endless and shining sweat coated them both in hot moisture. All he could smell was her flowery musk and raw cock and balls.

He accidentally sniffed warm droplets of sweat from her hand up his nostrils. The wet saline content caused his eyes to water even more.

Hayley's feet scrambled on the attic's wooden floor panels, her toes leaving prints behind until she was able to force Agnes's legs open. Her thighs then became two iron bars, ruthlessly spreading them apart and giving her cock somewhere to aim.

The pulsing hot sausage bobbed up and down, wagging in aggressive satisfaction. Its leaking sponge helmet mushed and bent hard against her younger cousin's soft virgin anus. She had to let loose her powerful ass and hamstring muscles in order to progress with fucking him.

The malleable head was squeezed octopus tight as it finally sank inside, like she was wrapped up in steamy sucking tentacles.

"Hoohh… I think all the blood in my body just went straight to my cock." Hayley pushed with rough thrusting motions, eliciting muffled squeals of pain from Agnes. He yelped sharply every time she stabbed him with her huge prick.

Deep thuds were rebounding off the front of his skull, her hips making him lurch violently forward again and again, until she just let her superior weight carry the rest of her shaft inside him. His fists beat against the carpet as she sighed in relief and planted herself in his convulsing belly.

Hayley's eyelids now fluttered in pure comfort. She released his mouth, instead setting her hands on either side of his head and gradually raising her body higher and into a position where she could easily slide up and down inside of his hot anal tract.

"Aggie, are you alright?" Violet had a ghastly countenance, so terrible her rising python never came into question. It stood proud and long out from her lap, almost the same size as the baseball bat she tried to take down the door with.

"Yeah little Aggie, are you okay? How's it feel having your cousin's BIG FUCKING COCK in your tight boy ass? Does it hurt your little pussy when I do THIS?" Hayley started bouncing her athletic rump on top of him. Her pelvis smacked against his cheeks, drilling her horse meat balls deep over and over again.

"PLEASE ST-" Agnes's lips screamed. She was jerking the air from his lungs, pressing him down like a furnace. The power from her relentless thrusting made the floors creak in agony.

"Does my little lamb like getting fucked by an ALPHA WOLF? I think you chose the lamb because you know how WEAK you are. How you could NEVER stop me or your Mom from doing whatever the fuck we want to you. You always have to follow our lead, just like a TINY. SPINELESS. SHEEP." Hayley's bucking went on forever. She rutted his fresh young bowels like her prom date's hot pussy. Her giant balls kept sticking to his smooth taint and delivering wet punishing thumps on his egg sack.

"You were meant to be my BITCH from the moment we stepped foot inside Nanna's house. You won't ever be able to act tough in front of me again. Not after I've HAD MY DICK IN YOUR ASS. FUCKING BITCH. I want you to keep your head down around me from now on. We're not cousin's anymore. You're my little faggot sheep." She gripped his messy hair, collapsing on top of him so her mouth touched his earlobe and he could listen to her panting breath.

It hastened just as her thrusting turned frantic. Her big ass rippled and then clenched hard with the impending release. Molten white liquid jetted out from her spasming balls, having the texture and heat of newly formed mucus. Dense, voluminous ropes of her raw semen sprayed Agnes's sore tender guts.

"HNNGGHH… HNNMM… Take my hot nasty wolf seed little lamb… I can't stop fucking busting… " Hayley pulsed until Agnes began to feel lightheaded from all the cum. Viscous lotiony sperm flooded his ass, coating his insides in layer after hot salty layer of fertile cream.

He laid there in a shivering daze, absent-mindedly watching his Mom. Cloudy spools of pre-fluid gathered at her feet. But not only was her cock inhuman, so too was the look in her eyes.

"Who's turn is it?" Violet asked, her voice chilling to the bone. Any trace of reluctance or moral scruples had vanished with the rape of her son, Agnes.

His red and sticky taint was visible to her now, dripping the results of Hayley's violent payload. Steam rose from his entire heart shaped backside, the room's temperature resembling Hell's inferno for the dead.

"Mines." Hayley admitted, not minding her aunt's newfound determination one bit. She rustled her cousin's hair playfully, giving a gentle, satisfied laugh when he shook her hand away.

His previous defiance was whittled down to these meek responses. He had yet to say a word, much less look her in the eyes. She merely breathed and he would recoil from her vivid dominance.

"Hey Aunt Vi, what kind of flowers were Nanna's favorite? I have to bring her some when we get out of here." Hayley picked up the dice with unconcealed excitement.

Violet's returning gaze was devoid of feelings. She answered simply, "Chocolate cosmos. Your Aunt Flora grows them, or maybe she used to."

"Really?"

Violet ignored her, only glancing further at the dice in her hand.

"Well, I hope she still does. Because this is fucking exhilarating!" Hayley tossed the dice again, beginning the second round.

"Demons are born, they come from somewhere. When wolves stalk their prey, men see you in nightmares. Eight places forward."

"Prophets find truth, kings build nations. Farmers work the land, and shepherds have patience. Three places forward."

"M-monotony is best, to live… s-slow and long. Herds will prosper, with no swords to be drawn. Remain in… remain in place."

"You can't read now? Jeez, did I fuck you that hard?" Hayley exclaimed in mock annoyance. She was in fact openly prideful, letting her cock and balls sag their musky juices into the rug. Its furry wool material comforted her skin, relieving the minutes of brutal friction spent in her cousin's virgin anus.

"Hayley." Violet warned her, also sitting spread eagle on the rug. Only her extreme length was rubbery and pulsating, with hot bull sized testicles stirring underneath.

"What? Stop pretending to care about his feelings, all you want to do right now is FUCKING CUM. But you don't have to worry, as soon as we get to the next blood zone I'll make sure you nut with both hands held behind your back." Hayley teasingly rubbed her balls, coaxing the large seminal glands to refill faster.

"I think you ought to read your card, Hayley. You're just making things worse for yourself." Violet spoke with a plain threat, ogling the pink swells of flesh on Hayley's soft bosom. The girl had no tan-lines, her skin being deeply flushed all over.

"BITCH, you read between the lines. No one can beat the wolf in this game. Almost all of the instructions are what to do if I win. Why don't you start thinking about how my CREAMY jizz is going to ooze from your wrecked asshole?" Hayley was gripping her own massive hard-on now. She smirked coldly, pointing it in her aunt's direction and letting the heavy meat slap back towards her stomach and tits.

"I can't wait. So how's about READING YOUR NEXT CARD BEFORE I DECIDE NONE OF US ARE LEAVING THIS ATTIC." Violet's scowl morphed her immaculate features into something frightening. Her hair glimmered like evening sunlight or melted raw rubies and gold, as it strung wildly behind her on an unstoppable warpath. Agnes had never seen this side of his dutiful Mother.

He laid in awe of her resounding authority and power. The towering height from which she sat seemed infinite. Even Hayley swallowed in nervous anticipation of what was to come, when her aunt forsook their precious youth.

"I'll keep going, since you want me that badly." She hid the teetering edge in her voice, managing to sound normal and confident as usual.

"Dogs guard fields, they are no match. You tear their limbs, without a bloody scratch. Eleven places forward."

"Beat the grass, whip the trees. Your crook cures evil, down to its shallow knees. Ten places forward."

"He protects you in the cold, the more you eat, the more he grows. Two places forward."

"Scarlet as wine, sweet as veal. When sheep give birth, it's your favorite meal. Twelve places forward."

"Those who have wisdom, can't bear to have pride. Solomon is envious, on trodden ground you must stride. Twelve places forward and proceed an extra turn."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Rain is fortune, it comes as surprise. Mud sinks your hooves, nature tells lies. Remain in place."

Violet and Hayley landed in a blood zone. They had left Agnes far behind and were now facing off for the dominant position. Hayley rolled first, cupping her hands and letting the dice fall where they may.

NINE

"FUCK YES!! I told you, the wolf always wins. You should've picked better, Aunt Vi, at least then me and you could both fu-"

TWELVE

Hayley was forced to swallow her next words. She stared in turbulent disbelief at the two sixes her aunt had just rolled. They resigned her fate to the same misery and oppression she inflicted upon Agnes.

"Hayley." Violet's lips flowed with amorous coercion. The relief and heartfelt delirium of winning gave her a high she never wanted to come down from. When she rose, her body felt ablaze with supreme authority, as if some existence had granted her the freedom to do and take anything.

Hayley cowered below, shuffling to the door on her hands and knees. With each thudding step, she crawled faster. Her mind's threshold was breaking, threatening to snap just as Violet reached for her ankles. She finally grabbed hold of a rusty baseball bat, and swung it viciously behind her.

"MOM!!"

Violet jerked her head back, narrowly dodging the aluminum barrel as it whistled past her face. She went to grab Hayley again, only to see the girl scrambling to her feet.

"THIS SHIT STOPS RIGHT HERE!! DON'T EVEN FUCKING TRY IT!!!" Hayley made as if she were going to swing again, widening her stance to do the most possible damage.

"What happened to all your bullshit? Now that it's your turn, you don't want to be on the receiving end?" Violet circled her niece, eyes smiling on her behalf and not exhibiting the look of someone at a disadvantage.

"No, I just think we shouldn't give up on leaving so early. I never got a chance to try and get the door open. That's only fair, right?" Hayley calmed down. She realized her aunt was taller, stronger and much more intimidating than her and her Mom. Even that thing between her legs was longer and more alien in size.

"You're right. Take your best shot." Violet insisted with an encouraging wave, allowing her niece enough room to gather leverage.

"Thanks. I will." Hayley couldn't discern whether she meant at the door or herself.

She chose to swing at the door. Right on top of the hinges, an area neglected by Agnes and her aunt.

They watched mostly in anger, with some hope mixed in. If she managed to break the hinges off…

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

Lights flickered on and off, nearly blinding her with the influx of heat to her corneas.

"AAAAAGGHH!!!"

Her next blow slipped and she fell to the ground in pain, cupping her eyes miserably. It felt like they were bleeding from how irritated she became and the way liquid filled her palms.

"Mom, what's happening?" Agnes had his chest tighten, suddenly searching the room for an additional presence.

"She doesn't want to play the game. That's what's happening." Violet took a few careful steps back, until she was standing next to her son.

Hayley was still screaming, despite the return of homesick darkness. She kneeled there, clutching her eyes for minutes on end, letting hot substance run down her forearms and onto the floor.

"Is she okay?" Agnes heard the pitter patter of tears and grew further upset.

"I don't know, Aggie. I really can't guess what sort of sick punishment your cousin is facing." Violet squeezed her son's neck to comfort him and draw reliance for herself as well.

Hayley shuffled slowly in their direction, taking her hands from her eyes.

BLECCHHH

Agnes retched. He bent over like a cooked shrimp, spitting profusely on the antique rug.

Nothing but warm wads of saliva and phlegm came out. He hadn't eaten since the night before.

"I can see now. I don't need glasses anymore, Aunt Vi." Hayley's quivering lips formed a joyous, toothy grin.

"Honey, are you… are you sure you're okay?" Violet hadn't closed her mouth since her niece turned around.

"I feel fine now, why? Is it because I've been crying?" She saw the loathing fear in Agnes's disgusted gaze, but thought it was usual after what she did. For Violet to wear the same look meant something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

"Here, maybe you should see for yourself. I don't think you'll quite believe me." Violet uncovered an old cosmetic hand mirror, blowing away the layers of grey dust.

"I don't understand what the fuck his problem is. I'm sure I look fine." Agnes's continued act of despairing her presence was beginning to scratch at her heartstrings. No one had ever vomited from the mere sight of her frankly beautiful face.

"No… no no no NOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT GAME!!!" Hayley launched herself at the game board, swinging out of bone deep horror.

"STOP HAYLEY!!" Violet caught her around the waist and threw the girl down on her stomach.

"You're only going to make things worse." She snatched the bat from her, tossing it across the room.

Hayley struggled to breathe, almost hyperventilating from the rush of trauma and sudden pain in her ribcage.

"We just have to keep playing the game and everything will be fine." Violet looked to Agnes for confirmation, as if what she had seen wasn't real.

He nodded heavily. The gruesome, sorrowful truth was undeniable now and perhaps forever.

Hayley's eyes were the same cold yellow as the moon.

She was a monster.

A woman with the gaze of a predatory animal.

Her pink cherubic features now exuded the demonic element, transforming her human beauty into something else, something that made pits in the bellies of men.

Dried blood adorning her cheeks was like a red chrysalis, bringing disaster into the world.

"Okay Agnes, read the rules to her."

Violet hardened herself for what was to come, standing over the top of her sobbing niece.

"Lord on the plains, master of the house. Hang your enemies out to dry, impale them for the crowd."

"NOOOO!!!"

Hayley shrieked when she saw her aunt pounce. She flipped around to meet the woman head on, but was quickly restrained with her arms pinned to the floor.

"STOP!! FUCKING STOP!!! TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!!! My Mom's going to kill you when she… when she finds out what you did!!" Hayley was out of breath from yelling so much. Her kicks gradually lost power, allowing her aunt to get between her legs.

"My little sister is going to do what I tell her to do." Violet huffed angrily in her niece's face. She was squatting slightly on top of the girl, using her thighs to assume a position where she could press down. Her balls jostled and tapped on the carpet as she slapped her massive cock next to Hayley's.

The two serpents bumped together, with Violet's easily winning and almost touching Hayley's bruised ribs. Sweat and hot puffs of air intermingled as she wrestled her niece into submission, folding her thick legs back.

Violet's rigid snake then penetrated Hayley's deep ass crack. The head was filled with so much blood it dug straight into her pink balloon knot, making her scream in virginal pain. It felt like raw iron wrapped in a steamy sponge was gutting her insides, peeling them open for inspection.

Her aunt's big probe seemed to last forever, drilling unstoppably until she felt the humiliation of another's warm balls resting on her plump buttocks. They carried far more sperm than she thought was tolerable for a human being.

"GUUGHH… HOLY FUCK… What the fuck are you… are you doing to me… why does this shit hurt so much… "

"Why, we haven't even started yet." Violet put her mouth on Hayley's ear, rubbing cheeks with her and getting smeared with salty, coppery blood. She grunted roughly, throwing her hips back and pumping them forward. The sound that came from her niece's mouth was like a breathless wounded dog.

She wheezed in soulful agony, getting hot meat sent to her belly's core over and over again. The constant pulsing and driving, pulsing and driving melted her sanity, forcing her to understand what ruinous fate she had inflicted upon her own younger cousin.

Violet's thrusts bore no mercy, plunging away with all of her mature strength. She was openly relishing in the comfortable swing of her balls and tight pressure on her bulbous cock. Every hot moan was a mist of her sensual delight in Hayley's ear, even licking and biting the girl with experienced rapture.

Their fragrant sweat burst into the air with each loud clapping impact, Violet's giant balls swishing and spanking her niece's wet rear end with instinctual purpose. She made the girl's feet curl around her abdomen and endure the most shameful moment of her life.

Hayley was painfully erect. Her huge dong was dripping and smacking on the bottom of Violet's tits. The older woman was smothering her, making her balls shake and even squeezing them with her juicy pubic mound. This new form of torture was pulling something out of her, heat coiling in her member ready to spring out at any second.

She reached down to grab her thumping cock, only to get intercepted by Violet.

"Don't even think about it. I'm going to make you cum with no hands. Just like a BITCH." Violet panted maliciously in Hayley's ear. She blended her hips with a powerful stroking rhythm, smashing them both to the floor.

"HUGGHH… FUCKKGGHH… HMMNN… HMMNN… HNNN… "

Hayley whimpered as she came. Hatred boiled in her yellow eyes when the first thick ropes erupted, spattering her heavy cream on Violet's bumping chest. Hot, eggy white spunk doused the woman, coming out load after load, tendril after tendril of sticky baby batter.

Her aunt's velvet soft tits were edging more nut out of her, caressing the spurting head every time their hips met. She came hard enough for it to hurt, making her entire body spasm from the urgent, forceful release.

"That's it. That's my good girl. Now get ready for your Aunty's fertile sperm. I'm going to pour so much hot milk in you, you'll love it just like Aggie's Mom does." Violet humped frantically on top of her niece, bucking away like the girl was in heat. She could feel her balls tightening, swelling with steamy mommy nut cream.

"HERE IT COMES!! OOHH FUCK HERE IT COMES YOU SPOILED LITTLE BITCH!!! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD IN YOUR YOUNG ASS!!!"

Molten hot semen jelly blasted from Violet's cock like held in piss. She sprayed Hayley's insides with her personal firehose, jetting off-white milk into the girl's warm, supple cavern for all she was worth. Days of pent up mature cream inseminated her own niece, swimming violently up her colon and stomach. They could hear the sticky gushing sounds in an otherwise eerily quiet attic room.


"Hey Junior!"

The short and modestly appealing, Emiko, stepped inside your room. She swiftly locked the door, dropping her bag and purple yoga mat. Damp patches covered its foam interior, with murky globules pattering on your cheap carpet floor.

"Hi Emiko! I thought you were going to be busy today?"

You scrambled out of bed, quickly hiding your phone under a fluffy, kirby pillow ball.You're wearing dark briefs and an extra large sweater, comfortable for days when you don't have class. The extended hemline makes it look like you have on an ugly, lumpy dress.

"Ugh, I know! Adam cancelled again. Some internship his Dad set up."

Emiko reached into her yoga pants and untucked, a massive bullfrog instantly stretched the flimsy material. Her flaccid meat sock was rolled over her balls, the skin sticking together in a mire of hot sweat.

"You can take care of me, right? I miss his horse cock so much, but I have to cum. It's already been two days since the last time he fucked me." She cupped one of her heavy, swollen balls, weighing the big organ in her hand. It looked like a child holding a ripe, brandywine tomato. The nylon fabric almost burst apart at the seams.

"Y-yeah, I can help you out. If you really need to… cum and all that." Your voice drops to a murmuring plea. She styled her hair in a low bun today. Loose strands hung over her pink frame glasses and small nose. Her jadeite skin sparkled with sweat and porous perfection. Her cheeks were soft as clouds, with a hint of warm blood flow. And when she spoke, it was like a river of cherry blossoms dotting your soul.

"God, you're a fucking life saver!" Emiko kicked off her flip flops, and planted her moist soles in a wide, manly stance.

"No problem, Emiko… " You went to your knees in front of her, smiling wryly at her chestnut colored eyes.

You tugged gingerly on her waistline, slowly revealing a firm, white belly and jet black pubes. She maintained a thick and traditional tuft of hair above her meat club. A proud, mature bush in every sauna and bathhouse around.

The soft, wet matting pushed down easily, and Emiko's cock swung free.

Ten inches of fat, kobe beef flopped in front of your nose.

She was airing out hours of perspiration and hormonal lust in your direction. Her strong, masculine pheromones swam up your nostrils. The wrinkly snake dripped cloudy fluids. Sweat and jellied pre-cum fell off of her elastic member.

"Adam hates going down on me. Says it's too big for him to pretend he's not sucking a cock. But we don't need to pretend, do we? You love my stinky donger and giant balls."

Emiko suddenly stepped on your crotch. Her sweaty foot caressed your hard prick with its flowery sole. She stroked your length with her big and middle toe, leaving hot prints on your briefs.

"If you make me happy, I'll make you happy too, Junior boy. You get it?"

"I… I understand."

You lowered your head before her cock. Your lips spread wide, gently enveloping the spongy, porous tip. Her musty anchor laid on your tongue, silently oppressing your mouth. Just the head filled your oral cavity, emanating waves of sour humidity.

"Fuugghhck that's hot. My cock was in between my sweaty ass cheeks all day. Now I'm in your cute little mouth. Keep sucking that dick."

Emiko scratched behind your ear. Her eyes were glassy and dripping hunger underneath the lenses.

You swallowed heavily around her meat prong. Your tongue and supple cheeks nursed her flesh in careful rhythm. Saliva and musky cock drool swished to the back of your throat. Your wet suctioning applied pressure to her sprouting helmet.

The long slit was bubbling, bursting forth in salty, bitter flavor. She swelled in your mouth, pulsing bigger until you choked. Her cock began to hold its own turgid weight, forcing you to lean back on your flexible heels.

Your tongue peeled into her slimy foreskin. You caressed her bulbous tip with fluid sucking, and slavering licks. The raw, purplish mushroom gave off endless sour flavor and mildly stale piss. The collected sweat and odor flooded your shivering taste buds.

"You miss the taste of my big ass dick? Adam usually makes me shower after yoga class, but I can tell you love this shit. You love my fucking beef stick in your slutty mouth." Emiko took a deep breath of relief. She rustled your hair more, squeezing your head against her monster erection. The sputtering recoil from your lips made her smile.

"So glad it's not me on my knees right now. Sometimes, Adam has me suck his cock after lacrosse practice. It's such a bitch, getting that hot dick flavor out of my mouth. He's such a fucking hypocrite. God, I love you for doing this. You're so my main bitch."

Your chest warmed. You bobbed your head dutifully on her enormous length. The mushroom flare choked you again and again, constantly getting stuck in your throat. Shiny, translucent liquid fell from your mouth in long ropes.

You inhaled roughly and with anticipating fear. Your tongue was a gurgling, moist slide for her cock. Squishing juices lubed her powerful member, and she sunk deeper and deeper past your throat's entrance.

The newfound pressure elicited hard groans from Emiko's perfect lips. She balled your hair up in her fist, helping you push her slippery meat down further. Your strenuous, wet squeezing electrified her cock nerves.

Your eyes watered. You were crying from suffocation and gagging pain. Your throat convulsed around her bull penis, milking her fertile muscle and egging on her strong descent.

"Oh my god, your neck feels just like a fucking pussy! This is exactly what I needed. A tight little pussy to shove my cock into."

Emiko jerked your head back and forth. She pumped your lips until they were cold and numb with spit. Her furry mound grew closer in your bouncing vision.

She thrust her wide, strong hips, forcing the rest of her sausage down your throat. Her torso went completely stiff, waves of euphoria racking her balls, setting her spine on fire.

Your trembling hands slapped her thighs in a silent plea. Your eyes were rolling from her relentless chokehold. All fourteen inches of smelly, sweaty dong stabbed inside you.

"Hhhnnnggfffuuuck!! That's a good bitch! I love how fucking beta you are, trying so hard to get the cream out of my balls. Your throat is milking the shit out of me, like you want me to get your tummy pregnant. Mmmhh you're my eager little pussy boy. My fresh dick slave."

Emiko huffed above you. She relaxed her iron grip and let your mouth fall to her glittering helmet. Steam rose off of her slimy, monstrous length. Heavy, pulsating veins now stretched the wet skin.

Then she slapped you. Hard enough for your cheeks to sting and eyes to flinch in panicked surprise.

"That look on your face is amazing, it's making my balls feel really hot. Adam always has on this super macho facade, which gets fucking irritating at times. He would never make a face like that. You're just the most adorable little thing."

Emiko cupped your chin, keeping your hurt gaze pointed up. She got high on her toes and slowly dipped half of her meat pole into your throat, watching your expression change as she went deeper. Her intense glare caught every flicker and twitch of emotion your mind suffered.

Her warm hand covered your neck. She squeezed the bulging imprint of her cock, moaning each time your flesh swelled. Her thrusts were extremely long and sensual, teasing the big glans until you sputtered desperately and she was about to explode.

"God, I miss this. Having a cock sleeve is so much fucking fun. You're loving this, right bitch?"

Emiko slapped you again. Her chubby palm came away with hot tears.

You nodded in loving agony, your voice box humming around her potent meat slab. The masculine, oppressive fumes sunk into your pores.

"You want to help me cum, don't you? Be my slutty jizz bucket and swallow my thick cock juice?"

Emiko growled after you. Her hips jabbed forward in a brief display of power and urgency. Her huge balls smacked your chin, smearing their pungent scent on your face.

She hilted strongly in your throat. Her possessive gaze reeked of dominance, and implacable willpower. Droplets of fragrant sweat fell on her lenses.

You vibrated in meek, submissive reply. The foul, dripping pork sword in your esophagus was tearing everything apart.

"Fuck!! This is the sweetest pussy ever. I'm gonna unload my heavy, sticky nut in your mouth. You're my private faggot bitch hole from now on. You're just gonna satisfy my cock and balls, whenever Adam can't come over and fuck me. I'll make sure you never fuck anyone else, and your baby dick stays a virgin. This is mine. Your everything is fucking mine!!!"

Emiko pumped your head savagely. She yanked you back and forth on her giant, stabbing cock, aiming for your heart with every thrust. Her pubes brushed your lips again and again, cushioning the blow from her swampy mound.

Her giant, burly nutsack pounded your jawline, beating the moist skin until you were moaning in abject pain. The massive, hairy balls were an ode to Japanese fertility, swinging violently against your face. Their hardness and tough texture was a cruel surprise.

"You're gonna eat my hot sperm. I'll make sure you taste every musky shot. My sweet cream is going to be all you can taste for weeks. This is what little weeny bitches get. MY FAT FUCKING COCK DOWN YOUR THROAT!!"

Emiko thrust in violent, shuddering motions. The head of her cock was boiling with pressure, swelling like a sponge full of hot milk. She was throbbing wildly, frantic to release her foul, backed up seed.

Your shaky, tortured moans ribbed her brutal dick, coaxing her primal eruption. She flushed her meat until your neck couldn't hold up, destroying your throat like regular college pussy.

"I'm CUMMING!!!! I'M FUCKING CUMMING IN YOUR SISSY LOSER MOUTH!!!!"

She groaned in fiery ecstasy and yanked back to just her pulsating meat bulb, letting it sit on your beaten tongue. Her quarter sized urethra dilated in a massive wave of pleasure. Pure dopamine flooded her brain and a long, gleaming rope of off-white semen sprayed from her cock.

Her first blast coated your mouth in fishy sperm. The hot, gushing sensation quickly reached your throat. Musky, salty cream formed a large clump, smothering your taste buds with masculine flavor.

Emiko's meat tube jumped again, then again and again, until you were drowning in her manly seed. The powerful stench made you feel inebriated and cum drunk, your eyes spinning as you swallowed.

Fresh, thick semen congested your airways. She forced you to swallow her dense batter in slimy, sticky globs or else choke to death. You took big, chest heaving gulps of her cock-snot, sucking through the warm mucus texture.

Angry jizz constantly traveled into your belly, hotter and thicker than soup. You were unable to keep up with her molten deluge, and viscous streams ran down your chin.

She slipped from your mouth and pointed her erupting cock at your face. Ropes of foul milk landed on your cheeks, nose, mouth and forehead. Steamy glaze covered your wincing features, and marked you as her permanent bitch.

"Fuck… I haven't given anyone a facial in weeks. You look so hot right now. Hold on a second… " Emiko's breathing was still harsh, as she reached into her bag and pulled out her IPhone.

"W-wait!"

Your eyes snapped shut when she took the picture.

"Oh my god, don't even worry about it, Junior boy. No one's gonna see this, except maybe Adam after we get married. Fingers crossed, anyway." Emiko put her phone back, and laid her drooping cock on your face.

"For now, you need to get this cleaned up."

She used her wet anaconda like a squeegee, soaking the length in her musky butter then bringing it to your lips. Lumps of salty, sperm jello covered her spent member.

Baking underneath the hot layer of Japanese semen, you ate from her meat platter. You licked the fattened, round edges of her cock, taking away pungent spoonfuls.

She slapped your gooey, pin cushion face, each time she gathered more smelly cum. Hard, fleshy whaps landed over and over again on your cheeks. Her footlong semi was like a police club. Tears mixed in with her heavy load.

"Mmhh… suck the rest out." Emiko held herself in your mouth, on a post coitus high.

You gently acquiesced, draining her massive pipe. Then she squeezed along the head, emptying warm pindrops on your tongue.

"That was amazing, Junior boy." She breathed coolly.

"You're amazing, Emiko. I… really like spending time with you."

"You see, I loooooove hearing stuff like that. It's totally the opposite way around with Adam. God, this is so refreshing. And I was completely serious earlier, I want you to be my main bitch. Friends too, obviously, but sometimes I just have to let loose and release all of my aggression. You're just perfect for that, Junior boy. Are you down?"

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Good, cause we're gonna fuck a lot. Well, I'm gonna be fucking you, obviously. And, how could you say no to this ass?"

Emiko spun around, shaking her big yoga ass in your face. She half squatted, balancing her hands on her knees, and started flexing her thick cheeks. The fat white globes bounced in turn, popping up and down.

Her giant balls swung underneath. They jiggled in her hairy sack, clapping against her long dick. She flung them around in mock humping gyrations, beating the air between her legs.

"Adam loves when I dance for him. He calls me Koko, sometimes. I used to think it was racist, but I'm fine with it now, I guess. We even roleplay like every other weekend."

"Can I call you, Koko?"

"Mmm… no. I want you to call me, Master. Just when we're having sex though."

Emiko stood straight up again. She spread her sweaty ass cheeks with both hands, gripping the round, succulent meat between her fingers until a puffy knot appeared.

"Here, let's make it official. Give my fat ass a kiss. Get your tongue in there too. Use it like your little cock."

She pushed back on you, stuffing yourface in her buns. Supple, warm glutes caressed your skin, devouring your sight. Emiko's perspiring butt odor filled your nose.

You sniffed her wrinkly star in animal submission. Hot, earthy musk was your reward. Her hours of posing and strenuous meditation were recreated in your scent glands.

Your quivering lips pursed together, and you kissed her moist asshole. Your tongue slithered out, circling the wet doughnut in a bitter plea for entry. You coaxed her with long sucking motions, drooling heavily in each meaningful, desperate smooch.

"Hnngghh… keep going. Eat my fucking ass, slave."

Emiko rubbed her ass on your face. She grinded on your nose and mouth, mashing your features with her strong glutes. The milky peach rode your head, swooning in wanton arrogance.

Your tongue slipped inside her soft anus. The velvet muscle swirled and licked her clenching walls. You climbed deeper and deeper, plumbing the sacred tunnel of flesh to her sensitive core.

The budding chrysanthemum embraced your hot appendage. Her succulent petal walls surrounded you in a clasping womb, searching for pollen. She trembled at your mock insemination, shaking wetly, like a storm blown leaf.

You went searching higher for love, teeth plastered around her sacred rectory, your long tongue straining to do Adam's job. The sparse hairs and intoxicating heat left you melting into her backside. Your skin and brain and world falling away as you regressed to her ass amoeba.

You were flying now. Limbless and happy. Two full moons kept you suspended in living darkness, warmer and softer than the night sky. Bliss was coming, pulsing within you, making your tail swell in bodily harmony. You succumbed to stuffy asian heaven, carried there by her divine wagon.

Your shorts were soiled. The front and taint area was covered in seminal fluid. The shading turned into a deeper, stickier black. Fabric now clung to your deflated package.

Emiko smiled over her shoulder. Her eyes met yours in the deep crack of her ass. They narrowed in prideful satisfaction, at your sublime joy in licking her perfect bunghole.

"Fuck, that's so good. You eat my ass way better than you could ever fuck me. Your tongue is so hot inside me, I love it. Just feel how heavy my balls are getting."

You gently placed a hand on her big sack. One of her swollen eggs was too much for you to hold, bending your unprepared wrist. It was like trying to catch a boiled grapefruit. The raw volume of semen was enough to impregnate the entire dorm.

"Yeah, squeeze my fat balls. Warm up my cum for me, bitch."

You latched onto her huge nuts and started milking them. Your thumbs rolled around the back of her sperm glands, applying warm, comfortable pressure. The potent organs tightened in your fists, displaying a bull's readiness and will to breed.

Emiko stepped away from you, digging in her cluttered purse. When she turned again, it was with a bottle of lube in hand and her monster cock wagging in your face. She squirted a hefty dollop on her shaft and terrifying head, making her veins glisten like flowery brambles on a tree log.

"Get on the bed, junior boy. I'm gonna put my cock in your stomach." She pointed strictly, almost kicking you up off the floor.

You pulled down your wet briefs and slid onto the covers, raising your ass high in the air. Agitation and regret were hidden by your favorite pillow. The pink surface was cool and silken on your puffy face.

Emiko took off her sweaty tank top and bra, finally letting her tits breathe. They bounced along with her cock, creamy, supple skin shining in the light. She jumped to sit on your bed, her legs carrying dominant feline strength.

You felt her hands on your waist, roaming, taking a firm grip of your love handles. Her chipped black fingernails dug into your skin, imprinting her rough control. She lined your big ass up with her brutish looking hog, kissing the tip to your dry ring.

"God, I wish Adam was more open minded sometimes. But then again, he wouldn't be the absolute stud that I love. It's impossible for me to even imagine him bent over like this. I'm so used to just getting crushed beneath him. I wonder if this is how he feels? Being able to do whatever you want to someone, and cum your fucking brains out. This is perfect, Junior boy."

"Thanks, Master…" Your lips brushed furry material, trembling miserably. You were almost panting, holding the sheets in a death grip. Cold sweat ran down your back, smothered by your frumpy hoody.

"You're welcome, slut." Emiko's hips jolted forward, spiking her massive cock inside you. The slimy torpedo shaped head charged up your hot anal tract, molding your stomach pussy for her immediate relief. The distinct sound of being peeled open abraded your ears.

You bit down hard on your pillow, swallowing loose hairs in deep distress. Your tongue moistened the fabric, along with your tears, further strangling your breath. Your phone was smashed into your cheek, pushing a deep rectangular imprint onto your face.

And she was climbing up your spine. Her giant dick tore and stretched your bowel walls, looking for a fertile womb. The frightening glans spurted thick pre-cum inside your belly, slickening your cozy button hole.

Her fourteen inch rod bore no mercy. She stuck you like a sniveling pig, thrusting till the hairy pubic mound rested in your crack and her bull nuts slapped your cherry width balls. They taunted your diminutive size with angry pulses, swelling threateningly against them, and flooding your soft taint with dominating heat.

Emiko ground herself inside your hole, spooning, stabbing, deep stirring your tummy. She collapsed on top of you, smothering you with her sweaty body and yoga strength. Her arms wrapped underneath your shoulders, and feet pressed hard into your calves. She let her hot breath out into your ear, the morning's smoothie wafting up your nostrils.

She circled and punched, circled her wide hips and punched her cock deep inside you. She was on a swiveling gun, humping strong enough to elicit steamy whimpers from your throat. Her big ass clenched and held tight on your weak form, bouncing as she fucked you.

"Hnnnffhh… I see why Adam loves this so much. You're such a good lay, babe. I think you might even take it better than me… Whore… "

Emiko stroked faster, thrusting in powerful back and forth motions. She delivered crushing waves of pain, flattening you against the bed. Her feet kept your legs uncomfortably spread and vulnerable, open to her horny torture.

She squeezed your hoody, treating you like a night time teddy bear. Her chin was buried in your neck, mouth huffing in brutal rhythm, nose brushing your hair. She was pummeling you with intimacy, crudely granting your deepest, most secretive wishes. Almost castrating you with her huge hairy balls.

They swung proudly and with mean intention, punishing your little nuts and damp skin. Her enormous balls clapped loudly between your thighs, smearing their musky stench and hot sweat. You smelled solely of her now, dripped of her pheromone infused juices.

"FUCK… this is so good!! You don't think you could do this for me right? Fuck me… like I deserve to be fucked? Make me feel like you own me… No. Not with your little weeny." Emiko laughed breathlessly. She burst into a violent rutting. The skin on your ass and hamstrings was boiling with agony.

"But I do own you… Bitch!! You respect me more than your dumb slut for a mother. That's why you can't ever… Ever fuck me. And I'll Always own your widdle Pussy with my Giant Fucking Cock!!"

She was dropping her full weight on you, putting every inch of power into her savage thrusts. You were living at her emasculating whims, unable to defy her will or humongous donkey dick, a subject until she released her hot sperm inside you claiming satisfaction.

You were spoiled with humiliation. Her panting sped up in your ear, her balls swelled tighter and larger, she held inside you for longer, her sweaty feet were digging into your calves, numbing them painfully.

"I'M CUMMING!!! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!! TAKE MY LOAD YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!"

Emiko came. She hugged your backside, pinning you instinctively to the mattress, and let loose thick jets of her cream. Her terrifying cock sprayed its off-white milk in your belly, marking her territory and your permanent bottom position. Her irrepressible semen musk filled the room, covering your body and furniture.

She squirmed on top of you, moaning wildly, trying to squeeze all the cum from her balls. Molten and rich strands of jizz erupted inside you, forming a viscous pool that ran out over your taint. They sogged up the sheets and soiled your legs.

Emiko sighed in her two day release, slipping tiredly onto the pillow next to you. Her cock barely popped free, long enough to rest droopily on your bruised ass cheeks.

"Hmm? How do you sleep on this…" She reached under your pillow and grabbed your phone.

"... " You watched open mouthed and in broken silence, as she scrolled through your gallery, chuckling to herself.

"This is… this is really cute, Junior boy. I'm actually touched." Emiko pointed to a picture of her in a sundress standing in front of a smart board.

"Let's add something really memorable to your collection." She turned the camera on and made a peace sign.

You looked towards the flashing light, in the sickly sweet afterglow of your best friend.

"Smile, Bitch!"