Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

76. Stallion

StallionGeorge_GlassSummary:

Well-built and well-hung stallion Mace likes fillies and mares, and they like him—a lot. Including his new daughter-in-law.

Chapter 1: Her Real Wedding NightChapter Text

It was early evening when the old beater coupe pulled up to the curb in front of a two-story house. To Ginger, the tan-coated young mare who sat in the passenger seat, the house looked tall enough, but rather skinny. But a look down the alley next to the house indicated that it extended pretty far back and thus probably had more square footage inside than its facade would suggest. Tad—the young, dark-gray stallion in the driver's seat, to whom Ginger had gotten married just a few days earlier—told her that he'd grown up in this house with his father and two brothers, so Ginger had hoped there would be a fair amount of space.

Before they got out of the car, Tad said, "Remember, it's my dad's house, so, you know, his rules."

"Of course," Ginger replied.

They walked up to the front door, and Tad rang the bell. Several seconds later, the door opened, and Ginger barely suppressed a gasp.

The stallion who stood in the doorway had a gray coat that was lighter than Tad's, being almost white, but there was definitely a resemblance to Tad in his dark-brown eyes and strong muzzle. But this man was at least three inches taller and, as his white tank top clearly revealed, far more muscular than his son.

"Hi, Dad," Tad said.

Mace looked at the boy. He appeared well enough, but Mace guessed that Tad was in financial trouble. Why else would he come back here—with what looked like everything he owned crammed in the back of his car—after proudly striking off on his own five months earlier? Tad had always had more ambition than sense, which was probably why his latest business venture, whatever it was, was on the rocks.

"Nice to see you, kiddo," Mace said.

Then his gaze turned to the filly standing next to the boy. She was probably twenty or so, but her fitted T-shirt and hip-hugging jeans shorts revealed that she had the body of a young teenager. Her tan coat was the warm color of a pair of moccasins, and she had a few flecks of white on her muzzle and neck. Mace wondered how far down they went.

"Well, hello there," Mace said with a broad smile, his eyes taking in as many details of the filly's face and body as could be seen. "I'm Mace Buchanan. Who are you, young lady?"

Ginger was momentarily speechless. This man was looking at her like she was the most attractive—no, thesexiest—woman alive. Even though he himself might well have been the sexiest man alive. She felt warm all over.

"Um, Dad," Tad said quickly as he closed the front door behind them, "this is my wife, Ginger."

"Nice to meet you," the girl said, extending her hand.

Mace still hadn't taken his eyes off her. Now, he shook her small hand, his big one engulfing it.

"Wife, huh?" Mace said, finally turning his gaze to his son. "How long have you two been married?"

"Just since last week," Tad said.

"We eloped," Ginger added.

"Well, aren't you a beautiful bride?" Mace said. Then he opened his muscular arms.

"Come give your new father-in-law a hug."

"Um, sure," Ginger replied.

She moved against him. Although the hug was awkward, and she meant it in a purely familial, friendly way, she couldn't help but feel the firmness of Mace's chest and stomach muscles through the thin fabric of his tank top.

Then Ginger felt his big hand move down her back.

She thought he was going to squeeze her ass, and she was prepared for that; she'd spent the last few months working as a cocktail waitress in a casino town and had endured all manner of crude treatment, including various forms of handsiness. She planned to stay silent, not wanting to make a scene. She'd confront Tad about his father's behavior later, as Tad should have warned her about what kind of man his father was.

But Mace's big hand didn't stop at her ass. It went all the way down until it was between the backs of Ginger's thighs and cupped her pussy through her jeans shorts. Then he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Welcome to the family," Mace rumbled in her ear.

She should have been shocked. Appalled, really. Insulted, certainly. But somehow that muscular chest against hers; that deep, low voice in her ear; and that strong yet gentle hand holding her mound like it was a small pet that belonged to him—it all made her knees weak, and only partly from anxiety.

Mace released Ginger. Then he fixed Tad in his gaze momentarily before looking out the window at the boy's car.

"Looks like you've got a lot of luggage," Mace said. "Planning to stay a while?"

"Uh, if that's okay," Tad replied. "I'm…having a little trouble getting my business off the ground, and…"

"It would be a really big help to us, if we could live here for a few months," Ginger finished, her voice a bit breathless. Mace smiled at her again, then turned back to his son.

"Come on upstairs and we'll talk. Ginger, you make yourself at home."

"Thank you, Mister…?"

"No need to be formal, sweetheart. We're family now. Call me Mace." He smiled at her again. "Or Daddy, if you like."

After Mace and Tad spoke, Mace, Tad, Ginger, and Mace's teenage son, Ronnie, ate dinner together at the circular kitchen table. Then Mace helped Tad and Ginger take their things upstairs to the rearmost of the house's three bedrooms.

Years ago, when all three of Mace's sons were still living at home, Tad had shared that room with Ronnie, while Mace's eldest son, Jasper, occupied the front bedroom. After Jasper moved out—the boy was a talented electrician and a ladies' man, so he had both the means and the motivation to get his own place—Ted had moved into the front room. Now, that room was Ronnie's, and Mace had turned the back one into a guest bedroom.

Mace himself occupied the middle bedroom. Some might have thought this an odd choice, because while the front room had windows that looked out onto the street, and the back room had a view of the house's small back yard, the middle room's single window looked at nothing but the blank brick wall of the house next door, a mere six feet away. But this was fine with Mace; this way, he didn't have to worry about remembering to close the curtains every time he had female company in his room.

None of the three bedrooms shared a wall with another; they were buffered by closets and the two upstairs bathrooms. So it was only when Mace went into the back bathroom to get ready for bed that he heard Tad and Ginger arguing in the guest room.

Through the wall, Mace couldn't hear their actual words, but the tone of the discussion was clear. Tad's voice was quieter; he was clearly on the defensive as Ginger expressed her indignation—no doubt about the agreement Tad had made with Mace. But Mace could tell that Ginger was chiefly upset about not being consulted on the agreement, rather than the substance of it, because there were moments between the angry outbursts when the tone of her voice turned curious, maybe even downright interested.

This is going to be quite a night, he thought.

He finished brushing his teeth, then returned to his bedroom. As usual, he put on a pair of pajama bottoms, but no top, as he'd always been more comfortable sleeping shirtless. The fact that this mode of dress showed off his well-defined pecs, abs, and shoulders to any females who might be present was just a side benefit.

He left the bedroom door open just a hair, then turned on his side table lamp and turned off the overhead lights. The lamp had a mica shade, which meant that there was good reading light directly below it but that it cast a kind of amber glow around the rest of the room. Mace then picked up the Western novel he was in the middle of and read it as he waited.

It was about twenty minutes before the inevitable sound came: a knock on the door so soft and tentative that he might have mistaken it for some noise from the furnace or the refrigerator downstairs if he hadn't known to expect it.

"C'mon in," he said, putting down his book.

The door opened slowly, revealing Ginger, who stood unmoving in the doorway. She had on a satiny, light blue nightgown with a high hem that revealed much of her literally coltish legs. It look like something one might find in the women's clothing section of a big-box store; Mace wondered if this was what Ginger had worn on her and Tad's wedding night, before they'd made love between the synthetic-fiber sheets of some cheap hotel room.

Mace could have told Tad when he impulsively moved out five months earlier that he was in no financial shape to start a business, let alone get married and have kids. But Tad was like a batter who could barely hit but kept swinging for the fences anyway, leaving a trail of easy outs and lost games in his wake. Tad had never learned better because once in a long while, this approach to life actually worked, which no doubt was why he'd managed to win the heart of a girl as sweetly hot as Ginger.

In contrast, Mace was generally sensible, and he had very few vices. He rarely ate or drank to excess, he didn't smoke, he exercised regularly, and by and large he was careful with his money. His one and only weakness was pussy. He couldn't resist it. But then, pussy pretty much couldn't resist him, either.

Ginger was still standing in the doorway, not speaking. She simply looked at Mace with the big eyes of a filly who finds herself in a situation she never could have anticipated.

Mace got up from the bed and walked over to her. Then he reached around her with his long arm and gently pushed the bedroom door closed behind her. Now, their bodies were mere inches apart.

"It's all right, sweetheart," Mace said. "You're gonna have a really good night, I promise."

The big stallion was speaking quietly, but his voice was so deep that Ginger could feel it vibrating in her chest.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. The pressure of his lips against hers was gentle, yet there was an underlying firmness to his kiss that was not to be denied. Likewise, his arms around her held her softly against him, but she could feel the steely muscles beneath his coat.

They kissed for minutes, Mace holding her soft body against his hard one. Despite herself, Ginger felt her face and neck grow warm, and her nipples stiffened beneath her nightgown. And she felt herself starting to get wet between her thighs.

Dear God, she never made me react like this. Nobody has.

He moved his big hands to her ass, those strong arms pulling her pelvis against his thigh and her stomach against his crotch. She felt something hard in his pajama bottoms, hard and very long, pressing vertically against her stomach. When the kiss ended and Mace released her, she involuntarily glanced downward, making the stallion smile.

"You want to see it, huh?" he said. Taking a step back, he said, "Good."

He pushed down his pajama bottoms, letting them fall to his ankles, and the largest erection Ginger had ever seen in her life fell into view like an opening drawbridge. She stared open-mouthed at the throbbing appendage, which looked about the size of her forearm.

"Glad you like it," Mace said with a toothy smile. "Let's get it inside you."

Blinking, Ginger stammered, "That- That'll never fit."

Mace ran his hand up the length of his cock as he replied, "Don't worry, honey, I've gotten this fella into smaller girls than you. Now, let's move this to the bed."

"W- wait," Ginger said, her gaze still locked on Mace's huge member. "I need to get my, my diaphragm."

Mace raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sweetheart, don't tell me Tad still hasn't told you everything."

Surprised and confused, Ginger managed to tear her eyes away from Mace's cock and look at his face.

"What do you mean, 'everything'?"

"You and Tad are getting to stay here rent-free for the next ten months, honey," Mace explained. He again pulled her close as he continued, "So the deal isn't just that you sleep with me. The deal is…" He put his lips to her ear. "…your and Tad's first kid is gonna be mine."

Her eyes went huge. "Wh- What?"

Mace suppressed a sigh. He should have figured that his boy wouldn't have enough balls to give his little bride the rest of the news after the fuss she'd made about the sleeping arrangements. Not that Mace was too concerned; he could tell when a girl was past the point of no return, and this little honey couldn't even see it in the rearview mirror.

"So don't worry about that diaphragm," Mace said. "You're not gonna be needing it for a long time."

Ginger was still processing this when Mace kissed her again and gently pushed her down until she was sitting on the bed. Before she knew it, he was pulling her nightgown up and off. And without even meaning to, she was letting him.

"Mmm, you're a real beauty," Mace said as he admired Ginger's naked body.

He'd been right earlier when he'd thought that she had the body of a young teenager. Her tits were small and perky, and currently extra-perky with arousal. She had a flat tummy, only a little bit of curve to her hips, and those slim, coltish legs. Mace found himself looking forward to seeing whether some baby weight would add lushness to her figure.

Right now, though, Mace was most looking forward to seeing those slender legs open wide. So he kicked his pajama bottoms away from his ankles.

"Lie down, now," Mace said.

Unmoving, Ginger breathed, "Oh my God" as she again stared at his member.

"Relax, sweetheart, you're gonna love this," Mace rumbled.

He lay down on his side and pulled her down next to him and then against him, feeling her little breasts and hard nipples against his broad, muscular chest. He could also feel how fast she was breathing. Then he kissed her again, lightly at first, but soon their mouths were open and their tongues were exploring each other. And all the while, Mace felt the growing heat between the young bride's thighs.

It had only been minutes since Ginger had first gotten into his bed, but Mace could tell she was nearly ready. As they kissed, he reached between their chests and fondled her little breasts, feeling the hardness of her small nipples between his thick fingers. By the time he pulled his lips away from hers, she was panting.

"Let's get started," he rumbled in her ear.

Mace rolled them over so that he was on top of Ginger. With his knees, he spread her legs beneath him, fully exposing her shining-wet pussy.

He could literally find pussy with his eyes closed, so when he reached down between their bodies, it took him barely a moment to put his cock at her entrance. The girl gasped at the sensation of that big cockhead between her labia.

"Just relax," he said.

Oh, God, Ginger thought,this is really happening, he's going to put it inside me, I'm actually letting him put it inside me.

Mace pushed, gently but firmly, and Ginger's entrance began to open. She grabbed his big upper arms and squeezed as he kept pushing, making her hole open wider and wider.

"Please," Ginger whimpered. "It's- It's too big, it'll never, I can't, I-"

"Shhhh, almost there."

He kept pushing steadily, until her cunthole stretched open wide enough to match the girth of his member. Then he started to sink into her.

"There we go," he rumbled.

"Oh God," Ginger moaned. "Oh God oh God oh God…"

Damn, she's as tight as a twelve-year-old virgin, Mace thought.

He could make that assessment with confidence, having fucked a few twelve-year-old virgins himself. These included Tad's first girlfriend, Cheryl, back when the boy was in junior high. Mace had enjoyed deflowering the girl but decided afterward that it was best kept a secret and not repeated, for the sake of Tad's self-esteem. The funny thing was that even after losing her virginity to Mace, Cheryl had never let Tad get even as far as second base with her.

Taking his time, Mace eased his cock ever deeper into his new daughter-in-law's body. Ginger squirmed beneath him, moaning and whimpering, and those sounds grew louder after his cockhead pushed past her pussy's halfway point; no doubt, he was now stretching a part of her love-tunnel that had remained untouched before now. So in a way, she was at least partly a virgin.

This is gonna be a great year, Mace thought.

Ginger couldn't focus on anything but the sensation of Mace's huge member stretching her wide open inside, penetrating her deeper and deeper. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her legs involuntarily spread wider as her body struggled to accommodate the invading maleness within her.

And then, he hit bottom.

He was in . Deeper inside her than she'd ever thought anything could go. Ginger could actually feel his cockhead pressing against the mouth of her cervix.

"Oh God," Ginger whined again. "It's so much…it's so far in…"

"Pretty soon," Mace said, "you won't want it any other way."

In the one tiny corner of her mind that was still capable of coherent thought, Ginger truly understood that this man—this man she hadn't even known for a day—was going to impregnate her. That his enormous cock inside her, filling her, pressing insistently against the very entrance to her womb, could not be denied. Any opportunity she'd had to avoid or resist this vanished the moment she had let him penetrate her.

Mace slowly withdrew about halfway, then pushed in again.

"Ahhhhhh," Ginger whimpered. Mace felt the girl's legs open even wider beneath him.

"Here we go now," he murmured in her ear.

Slowly, he started to pump her. She whimpered in his ear with each of his slow thrusts.

"Yeahhhh," he rumbled, "that's my girl. You just keep taking that cock, and let Daddy do the rest."

"Oh, God…" Ginger whimpered again.

Mace kept pumping her slowly for minute after minute, relishing the tightness of her pussy, the heat of her young body beneath him, and the little whimpers and moans she made each time his cockhead touched bottom inside her. There was no sound in the world like that of a female being fucked more deeply than she ever had before.

Ginger had lost control of every part of herself. Her body was no longer her own; it belonged to him now, to his cock. He was so far inside her that he had claimed the very core of her.

So Ginger could do nothing as her body betrayed her, paying no heed to her feelings of violation and degradation and instead cooperating with its invader. Of their own accord, her arms went as far around Mace's big torso as they could reach, and her legs wrapped around his waist, as though Ginger's entire body were embracing both him and the inevitable.

"Yeah, that's it," Mace rumbled. "Open nice and wide…You and your pussy were made for this…"

He started pumping her faster, making her rhythmic whimpers louder and the pace of them more was loving this now, he knew, even if she wished she weren't.

"That's it, baby girl," he breathed. "Take it for Daddy…Take it good and deep…"

"Yes," Ginger gasped mindlessly.

Her mouth was open, panting for breath in time with his thrusts. Mace kissed her, thrusting his big tongue into her mouth to wrestle with her delicate one for just a moment. Then he pulled his face away from hers and started fucking her faster still. His shaft glistened with his precum and her generous lubrication as it pumped her deep, deep enough that his heavy balls slapped against her ass on each thrust.

"Oh!" Ginger cried. "Oh God!"

Mace was plowing her hard enough now that he grunted with every thrust. Ginger panted and moaned and writhed and whimpered beneath him as her small body took his big member again and again and pleaded for more.

This wasn't like anything Ginger had ever experienced. She'd had sex with a couple of other guys before Tad, and that had been perfectly nice, just as it was with this went so far beyond perfectly nice. Mace plunging into her, deeper than any man ever had, as his strong arms held her and his muscular chest pressed against her breasts…it was overwhelming. Every nerve in her body felt alive with pleasure and simultaneously ached and burned with the need for more.

Mace could always tell when a girl was getting close to orgasm, and Ginger was definitely within sight of it now. The thought of pumping a load of his fertile cum into this little sweetheart's unprotected womb was pushing Mace hard in that direction, too. So he fucked Ginger at full speed, making the girl cry out and raise her legs high in the air.

Mace's extra-wide king bed was extremely sturdy—he'd custom-built it himself after breaking his last two beds during vigorous fuck-sessions—but it still shook violently as Mace plowed Ginger hard and fast. For several minutes, the bedsprings squeaked nonstop, but the sound was largely drowned out by Mace's grunts and Ginger's continuous rhythmic whimpers as Mace rammed his big cock into her deepest place again and again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ginger cried, her voice growing fractionally louder and higher with every pounding thrust. And then she screamed "AAAAIIIIIIIIAAAAAH!" as loudly as if Mace were murdering her, and her body thrashed wildly.

"RrrrrrhhhhAAAAAAAAAAH!" Mace roared, and then his body pinned Ginger's to the bed as he plunged his cock deep inside her and released a hot torrent of cum into the very deepest part of the girl's channel. Ginger could actuallyfeelthe great, hot mass of Mace's seed forcing its way up inside her, bursting through her cervix and flooding into her womb, and she screamed higher and louder, ecstasy on top of ecstasy.

When it was over, Mace stayed on top of Ginger, his cock buried cervix-deep inside her. Ginger was so spent that she could only lie there, panting and gasping, her legs wide apart.

"Oh God," she gasped. "Oh God…"

"Don't worry, honey," Mace rumbled in her ear. "We're nowhere near finished." He chuckled and added, "This is yourrealwedding night, after all."

Ginger didn't yet have the breath to speak more than a syllable or two at a time, but she found herself nodding involuntarily. Because it was true—before tonight, she might as well have been a virgin. Her sexual activities up to this point seemed like childish games compared to what she'd just experienced.

Mace kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth again, invading it, owning it. She opened her mouth wider, inviting him deeper as her arms and legs again wrapped around as much of his muscular body as they could.

Although Mace's cock lost some of its tumescence over the next couple of minutes, it was still hard enough to remain inside Ginger's wide-open pussy. And now, within her, Ginger could feel him starting to grow fully stiff again.

"Let's do it a little different this time," Mace said. "Put your legs up on my shoulders."

"Okay," Ginger said.

Her tone was meek, but Mace heard a hint of eagerness in it. This pleased him but didn't surprise him; he had rarely fucked a girl who wanted to stop after taking just one load. Their hungry little pussies always wanted more, even when their brains weren't completely on board with it.

Mace's cock was long enough that he didn't need to pull out of Ginger to get her into position. He kept a good six inches inside her as he took hold of her calves and pushed her legs up and back until he could put her ankles on his shoulders and then sink his full cocklength into her wide-open pussy again.

Under other circumstances, the girl might have found the position uncomfortable. But in Mace's experience, a girl whose love tunnel was stretching to its limit to accommodate that much cock tended not to pay much attention to most other physical sensations.

"There we go," he rumbled.

He smiled at her as he again began to pump her slowly. The mating press was one of his favorite positions, as it let him get in deep—not that he could get any deeper into Ginger, at least not yet. And most fillies liked it, too; already, Mace could hear tiny noises of pleasure escaping Ginger's parted lips.

"Ah, you like this, huh?" Mace said. "Thought you would. A little sweetheart like you deserves the chance to feel how deep a man can go."

Indeed, to Ginger, it felt like Mace was getting even deeper inside her than before, even though that wasn't actually possible. What was more, in this position, she felt completely helpless; Mace's body weight, which was probably twice her own, kept her pinned to the bed as his cock pushed into her again and again, going so very far into her, probing, taking, owning.

He kept pumping her at the same slow, steady pace, not seeming to tire in the least as his hips pushed forward against her upturned ass again and again and again. Whenever she opened her eyes, he was gazing at her face, his eyes calm but eager, his lips baring just a bit of tooth in a small smile of feral lust.

And he just didn't stop. He kept fucking her and fucking her until Ginger lost all sense of time. How long had she been beneath him, feeling his thick cock moving inside her, the head pressing again and again against the entrance to her womb? Had it been minutes, or hours, or years? What had happened before this? Had her life ever consisted of anything besides being taken deeply and completely by this man? And would there ever be a time when she was not spread open beneath him, being filled by him, fucked by him, bred by him?

The thought roused a need inside her. She did not know what it was she needed—or perhaps she had just forgotten—but it grew increasingly strong until it was a burning, desperate desire that she did not know how to fulfill.

Only when Mace at long last began to fuck her faster did Ginger realize that this was what she needed so badly. Her arms seized him, and although her position allowed little movement, she nonetheless began to fuck her ass up against his hips as best she could with every stroke.

Her body was in full control of her actions now. Her mind was no longer even an observer, having sunk beneath the surface of her intense desire. Desperate, gasped words spilled from her lips, coming from a place where language has no relationship to thought.

"Yes, please, more, yes, don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me, fuck me deep, and hard, and forever and ever..."

Mace's small, lusty smile widened into a full, feral grin. He had heard these words many times before, in tones that ranged from a whisper to a whimper to a shout to a scream. But regardless of their volume, the words always signified the same thing: that the girl beneath him had completely given herself over to him, that she would give him every inch of her body in exchange for the pleasure he could provide her.

Indeed, Ginger knew in that moment that however much this man's member made her ache inside with its hugeness, however wrong and degrading it was to be having sex with – no, to befuckedby – this man who was not her husband, she would never be able to do anything but surrender to him, to spread her legs for him whenever he wanted.

He fucked her faster and faster, his cock plunging down into her like a pile driver, penetrating her fully on every stroke despite his speed. Ginger's parted, panting lips ceased to produce words and instead made animal sounds in time with his thrusts, each squeak and whimper and cry filled with her pleasure and her desperate need for more.

Mace was now grunting in a loud, fast rhythm as he plowed Ginger hard. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" And then her tight pussy and her high-pitched noises of pleasure and her body working beneath him drove him to ecstasy, and he uttered one last "UNNNNNHHH!" as he shot another load into her that was nearly as big as the first, and Ginger felt it flooding her inside and screamed loud enough to rattle the windows as her whole body struggled and writhed with her climax.

When they both had passed the peak of their climax, Mace chuckled.

"If Tad didn't hear you the first time," he said, "I'm sure he heard you just now. I suppose a man ought to hear his wife make those sounds at least once in his life."

Ginger groaned. In that moment, she couldn't imagine ever having sex with Tad again. How weepingly disappointing that would be.

This time, Mace pulled out of her. As his cockhead popped free of Ginger's pussy, Mace smiled as he watched his double load of cum gush thickly from the girl's gaping, used love hole. However much of it might be pouring out of her, Mace knew there was more still inside her, pumped so deep that the door of her womb had closed behind it, giving his seed nowhere to go but farther in, farther up, swimming deeper and deeper, looking for a precious egg to plunge into and fertilize.

The thought made him start to get hard again.

Getting up on his knees, he lifted Ginger up off the wet spot and laid her on her back on the other side of the mattress. Then he pulled a big pillow from the head of the bed – he had several pillows of various sizes for exactly this sort of occasion – and laid it next to Ginger.

"Let's try it this way now," he said.

Mace's strong hands took firm hold of her hips and rolled her onto the pillow face down. Now he was looking at Ginger's ass, which was tan like the rest of her but was flecked with white speckleslike her muzzle and neck. Mace thought it was both adorable and eminently fuckable.

Unlike Mace, who seemed to have as much strength now as when they'd begun, Ginger felt like she was made of overcooked noodles. Her arms and legs were shaky, and everything inside her felt as though it had been stretched so much that it lacked the strength to pull itself back into its former shape. She could barely manage to move her calves apart so that Mace could kneel behind her.

She felt his broad chest on her back as he leaned forward to murmur in her ear, "Time to go back in."

He pushed into her again, and a tear fell from her eye as she realized how empty she had felt during just those few moments when his cock wasn't inside her. His penetration made her feel complete again.

He pumped her with gradually increasing force, shepherding her orgasm along until she was aroused enough for him to pound it from her and make her cum, screaming, as he fired another thick, hot load into her womb. Then he turned her onto her side and took her from behind that way, his strong hand gripping her small left breast as he pumped her to a fourth climax. After that, he sat up, lifted her onto his lap to impale her on his cock, and held her by her ass as he pumped her up and down. Her hard nipples grazed his muscular chest with every pump, and her own bodyweight brought her cervix down hard against his cockhead again and again, making her fifth orgasm as powerful as any of the previous four.

After her climax, as she panted for breath and leaned against Mace for support, Mace stroked her hair and held her close to murmur in her ear.

"This next fuck is gonna be extra-special," he said. "Lie down on your back again, and spread your legs nice and wide."

She had barely the strength to do even that, but she did it. There was no going back now. She didn't know what he meant by "extra-special," but whatever he was going to do to her, she wanted it.

He moved on top of her again, and pushed inside. Once again, Ginger's body felt full, and fulfilled, with that big cock inside her.

So even though she was exhausted, she found her knees rising and her hips canting upward to get him cervix-deep inside her. And when he once again began to pump her slowly, her body moved with his, needing what he was giving her.

Once again, he lasted a good long time, only gradually speeding up as he fucked her. Ginger moaned and panted, immersed in a seemingly impossible amount of sexual pleasure and need despite having already cum more times by far than she had ever cum in one night. Then, when Mace was pumping her good and hard, he leaned his head down next to hers.

"Brace yourself, now," Mace rumbled in her ear. "I'm about to take a virginity you didn't know you had."

Ginger didn't know what Mace meant, but she grabbed two fistfuls of the bedsheets and gripped them tightly in anticipation of whatever was coming next.

There were very few stallions in the world who matched Mace both in cock length and sexual stamina. As a result, it was not widely known that it was even possible for Mace to do what he was about to do.

Hours of being battered by Mace's cockhead had fatigued Ginger's cervix to the point that it could no longer keep itself tightly closed. During their last fuck, Mace had been able to feel it kiss the tip of his cock as it gave way just a little on each thrust.

Now, it was ready to do more than that. And because hammering Ginger's cervix with his cock had obviously given her a great deal of pleasure, Mace knew that she was going to love what was coming next.

Mace pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside Ginger. Then he grunted "NNNNGH!" as he shoved in hard.

Ginger screamed as Mace's cockhead rammed into and then through her cervix and into her womb. But even though it hurt like hell, her body convulsed with the most powerful and violent orgasm of her life. Mace could feel the entire length of her pussy-channel, all the way to the end, contracting forcefully and repeatedly around his shaft. Her climax lasted for more than half a minute, until she finally went limp, gasping and murmuring nonsense in his ear.

But as far as Mace was concerned, this womb-fuck was just getting started. He began to pump her again, and now he was truly going balls-deep on every stroke. Ginger's cervix was tight around his cockhead, stimulating his glans exquisitely as he slowly fucked the panting, whimpering girl's cunt and womb simultaneously. He closed his eyes and put his lips to Ginger's ear.

"Congrats," Mace rumbled, his pleasure audible. "You're not a womb-virgin anymore."

"Oh, God…" Ginger moaned. "Oh God…oh God…"

Mace hadn't expected a coherent response. Of the many girls he'd fucked in his lifetime, he'd only done this with a fraction of them because, as with Ginger, it took literally hours of hard fucking to get a filly's cervix ready for its first penetration. Nonetheless, he'd done it enough times to know that getting penetrated like this was a mind-blowing experience for them. He was surprised that Ginger was even able to speak in real words, if not sentences.

Not only had Ginger never experienced anything like this before, she'd never even imagined it. The forcible opening of her cervix had hurt like mad, and having it forcibly kept open hurt, too, but at the same time, she felt pleasure like nothing ever before. A part of her wanted Mace to stop, to pull his cock out of her and let her aching insides rest while she curled up in a ball and wept over having been more violated than she'd ever thought was possible. But at the same time, her body—which had gone completely over to the side of its conqueror—wanted him to keep fucking her like this forever and ever, to keep pleasuring her deep, deep inside until the end of time. Even now, despite being sapped of almost all its strength, her body feebly opened her thighs wider out of lust for its invader.

For Mace, the knowledge that he had just taken Ginger's cervical virginity, the incredible pleasure of fucking her womb, and the fact that Ginger's body and voice clearly indicated that she craved more were ramping up his arousal like crazy. So even though Mace had been fucking Ginger for hours and had cum inside her five times already, he soon began to speed up his thrusts. Ginger's whimpering grew faster and louder.

"That's it," Mace breathed. "Your womb…is Daddy's now…and he's gonna…fuck it…a lot…"

Ginger could scarcely believe what Mace was saying. Not only had he just introduced her to a form of sexual pleasure that she had never even known existed, but now he was promising to give it to her on a regular basis.

"Oh God," she whimpered. Then, the tone of her voice rising steadily, she cried, "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!"

This time, it wasn't just Ginger's pussy that seized Mace's cock in its spasms of orgasmic pleasure; her cervix, too, gripped his cock around his glans, stimulating him immensely. Mace grunted loudly and shot yet another hot load into her body, into her very womb.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her slowly, feeling her cervix grip his cockhead as he withdrew it. Ginger may have been utterly spent, but her body still wanted him inside. The thought kept him hard.

"Good girl," Mace said, stroking Ginger's hair. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," Ginger whimpered. At this moment, the sound was the closest thing to a word that she could produce.

"I'm glad."

He put a long, thick pillow next to her—the one he'd rolled her onto earlier that night to fuck her from behind. As he had then, he took hold of her hips and gently turned her over until she was lying on her stomach, her midsection propped up by the pillow. He got behind her, moved her legs apart, then knelt between them as he bent forward to murmur in her ear.

"Let's do it again."

Ginger was too tired even to move, but she didn't really have to. Mace, somehow still hard, pushed his cock back inside her, easing in and in and in until it again penetrated her cervix, which this time opened for him readily, eagerly. Ginger moaned at the sensation of that thick cockhead entering her womb, making her feel even more full and complete than it had before. A thought came unbidden:I was born to be fucked this way.

It had taken hours to get Ginger's body ready for this supremely intimate act, so Mace really wanted to savor it. He fucked the filly slow and deep, letting her cervix massage his cockhead and glans as her vaginal entrance massaged the base of his shaft.

Ginger whimpered feebly but with immense pleasure as Mace worked his full length inside her. She could feel everything that was happening within her: Every time the ridge of his glans pushed through the tight ring of her cervix and pulled back again, she felt electric pleasure deep within her. That sensation, in concert with the clitoral stimulation the base of Mace's shaft provided by stretching her wide open and thus pulling the hood of her clit taut again and again, was unparalleled. The thought came to her that she would let Mace impregnate her a dozen times over if it always felt like this.

She still couldn't move, even though she wished she could; she wanted to push her ass back against him in the hope of getting even a millimeter more of his length into her hungry womb. But it still felt magnificent to be fucked this way, so deeply and completely, to be the passive recipient of her new lover's glorious cock. She'd heard of mares having orgasms while giving birth, but she'd never quite believed it; now, it was clear to her how being stretched so deep inside could make that happen.

As she had earlier, Ginger lost all sense of time. The pain was fading, and now she floated in a cloud of bliss that both surrounded her and filled her. She felt a twinge of joy every time her body moved forward and back on the pillow, and Mace's grunts of pleasure mixed with her own, even though she was scarcely aware she was making them.

At some point, the movements got faster, and the sounds grew louder. And then his big hands were gripping her ass and pulling it hard against his hips, forcing himself deep into her womb, and then his hot seed was filling her and she was screaming and screaming, using the very last ounce of her energy to shriek her ecstasy to the heavens.

He lay on top of her, the heat of his body all over her skin as the heat of his seed made her feel like she was glowing from within. She thought he must have filled her up completely, as it felt as though every inch of her womb's inner surface was touched by that heat.

"How are you doing?" Mace murmured in her ear.

"I feel…so good…but I'm…so tired…"

He rolled off her, then turned her onto her back next to him and slid his arm under her head to pillow it.

"Me too, hon," he replied. "But don't worry; we've got lots more nights like this ahead of us."

Ginger didn't say anything. She just rolled onto her side and put her arm around him. In moments, she was asleep.

Chapter 2: Mace's Favorite MILFSummary:

Mace visits a plush older mare, then gives Ginger a lesson in the fine art of deepthroat.

Chapter Text

It had been three weeks since Mace and Ginger's "wedding night," and Mace was pretty sure his son's new bride was well and truly pregnant already. But that didn't stop him from giving her hours of fucking every night, and a single, intense fuck every morning.

To leave himself and Ginger enough time to get ready for work, Mace had put Tad in charge of making breakfast for the family each morning. It amused Mace to hear Tad rattling around in the kitchen while Mace himself plowed the panting, sweating, naked Ginger where she stood in front of his dresser, bracing herself against it with her hands. Mace liked fucking her that way, not least because he could see her face and tits in the mirror that hung above the dresser. He also enjoyed hearing Ginger's climactic scream of ecstasy as he fired his load into her. He had no doubt that Tad heard the screams each time, and the boy probably wondered why he himself had never been able to make Ginger produce such a sound. Mace would also derive a bit of amusement at breakfast, when he, Ginger, Tad, and Mace's teenage son, Ronnie, sat around the kitchen table, and Mace would see the look on Tad's face whenever Ginger laughed or smiled or showed some other sign of how happy she was with life in Mace's house.

Mace still fucked other fillies and mares, of course—after all, it was Tad, not Mace, who was married to Ginger and had to be faithful. But out of respect for Ginger, Mace didn't bring the other females home, instead fucking them at their place, or in his truck, an alley, a stall in a public restroom, or wherever was handy. The previous day, he'd deflowered a cute little cheerleader under the bleachers of her high school's sporting field.

Mace's life had been like this for a long time. Mace simply couldn't help himself around women and girls, and they couldn't help themselves around him.

It had started when he was twelve. His older brother Bill's girlfriend, Tina, who was fifteen and probably had pedo leanings, had come to Mace's room to "say hi" after Bill had gone ahead of her to a high school basketball game. Tina had flirted with Mace shamelessly, and between that and the amount of thigh that the girl's short, pleated skirt left exposed, Mace had been horny enough to be equally shameless as he flirted back. So shameless that he'd showed her his cock, which was still growing but was already bigger than Bill's, let alone those of Mace's fellow sixth-graders. Mace lost his virginity in grand style that night, fucking Tina again and again until the girl was exhausted and panting, with a goofy smile on her face and a twelve-year-old's cum leaking from her pussy. She finally made it to the game at the end of the third quarter.

These days, any female who had been touched even lightly by the Puberty Fairy could draw Mace's eye, as could any woman a day shy of menopause. His youngest fuck had been an eleven-year-old filly from down the street, with a baby face and adorable little boobies; her deflowering had been uncomfortable for her to say the least, given Mace's cocksize, but she had come back for more many times over the ensuing years. His oldest had been a forty-nine-year-old diner waitress with a big, curvy backside and an equally big appetite for anal sex. Mace had been happy to oblige her, fucking her plush ass again and again until his semen flooded copiously from her gaping asshole.

In his dresser, Mace kept a little notebook about his sexual adventures. Not all of them, as that would be a chore, but just to make note of the special ones that he never wanted to forget. One section of the notebook, for example, was for the "triple cherries"—the girls whose vaginal, oral, and anal virginity Mace had taken in one session. Most of these were teenagers, and most had been drunk or high or both, because that was the only way a girl's pussy, asshole, and jaw muscles could handle being devirginized by a cock the size of Mace's.

Another section of the notebook was for sessions involving more than one girl, like the recent night when he'd fucked two very high, very horny college freshman girls in their dorm room, going back and forth between them so that one could recover while he plowed the other. One of Mace's favorite entries in this section of the notebook was about a vacationing mother and daughter—aged thirty-eight and seventeen, respectively—he'd fucked in their RV after meeting them at a nearby diner.

Still another section was for girls he'd knocked up—the ones he knew about, at least. The first was another of his older brother's girlfriends, when Mace was fourteen. She had come over when no one was home but Mace, who had already learned enough about girls to suspect that she had known Bill wasn't there when she decided to drop by. After some intense flirtation in the doorway, they had gone up to Mace's room, where Mace plowed the girl for hours and shot more loads into her unprotected pussy than he could count. (The girl had always made Bill wear a condom, but Mace had simply told her that he never used them, and she had been willing to incur the risk rather than miss out on getting her pussy hammered by a boy with way more sexual mojo than her boyfriend had.) When she wound up pregnant, Mace's brother took the heat for it and married her; to this day, Mace didn't know whether it was because Bill actually thought the kid was his, or because Bill didn't want to acknowledge that he'd been cucked, especially by his little brother. In Mace's experience, there were plenty of men who preferred to live in blissful ignorance about stuff like that.

Now, of course, Mace would be adding a new entry to that section. Knocking up his new daughter-in-law was definitely an event worth noting.

For the heck of it, as he waited for Ginger to finish showering so he could take his turn in the bathroom, Mace took out his notebook and flipped to the last section, where he listed sexual encounters that didn't fit the other categories in the book but that he still considered noteworthy. There were some real doozies in there, like the time he'd fucked his neighbor's teenage babysitter. She had been excited, not only to fuck a man she'd just met, but to do it on her employers' sofa—after bringing her two- and three-year-old charges into the room and sitting them on the floor to watch. Then there was the divorcée who had videoed herself throughout their entire session, including when she'd swallowed his cock right after taking it up the ass, and sent the recording as an "ephemere" (Mace wasn't great with tech, but he understood it was some kind of video that deletes itself after the recipient watches it) to her ex-husband.

He chuckled as he read the next one: the bachelorette party he'd stumbled upon while doing some after-hours contract work at a local hotel. While the young ladies in attendance hollered drunken words of encouragement at the two male strippers they'd hired for the evening's entertainment, Mace—pretending to be a hotel employee, which wasn't entirely a lie—serially charmed several of the more attractive fillies out of their panties and fucked them in one of the suite's bedrooms. These included the bride-to-be, who earlier had loudly announced that she was off all her birth control so that she and her new husband could start trying to make a baby as soon as possible. Mace wondered if he'd beaten the guy to it.

When it came to his choice of sex partners, Mace set only one limit for himself: He never fucked any of his few female employees, or the girlfriends, wives, or daughters of any of his male ones. Workers who were both skilled and dependable were hard to come by, even if you paid top dollar. If Mace acquired a reputation for cucking his male employees, or the husbands or boyfriends of his female ones, it would mean death for his business.

But this limitation didn't much bother Mace, because his job presented him with plenty of other sexual opportunities. Today, for example, Mace was headed to an apartment complex where he and his crew regularly did repairs. This would just be an inspection—of an apartment whose tenants had moved out after a leaky pipe caused substantial water damage to the ceiling and some of the walls—so Mace didn't have any of his crew with him. He also knew a woman at the complex who had been very glad to receive his text that he would be visiting today.

"Hey, Mace," she said. She was standing in the doorway, wearing a satiny pink-purple robe that covered her whole body up to her neck but that clung to her large breasts and wide hips. "It's been a while. Come on in."

"Hey, Doris," Mace replied, stepping across the threshold. "How've you been?"

"Not bad." She closed the door behind them. "But honestly, I don't want to talk about my life right now." With a naughty smile, she added, "I'd rather talk about what you're gonna do to me."

As she led him through the apartment's living room to the door of the bedroom, Mace asked, "Got anything in particular in mind?"

"Well," Doris replied, "like I said, it's been a while. So I want to do everything, if you know what I mean."

Mace took hold of her by her broad hips and held her against the doorframe as he kissed her, pressing his body against hers. When the kiss was finished, he replied, "I think I've got time for 'everything.'"

"Good," Doris said, unbuttoning Mace's shirt. "Don won't be home for hours, and my bed could use a good workout." Then, pulling open her robe to show Mace her big, bare breasts, she added, "And so could I."

Mace kissed her again as he began feeling her up. As fond as Mace was of springy little teenage tits, he liked a nice big handful just as much. When the kiss was finished, Doris turned around to face away from Mace so he could fondle her breasts from behind.

"Mmmm, there's nothing like those big hands of yours on my tits," Doris said, pushing her broad ass back against Mace's crotch. "Sometimes a woman needs reminding she's a woman, and this really does the trick."

"I'm always happy to help you rememberthat, babe," Mace replied, giving her big tits another gentle squeeze.

He continued holding one of Doris' big breasts in one hand as his other hand slid slowly down her stomach and between her thick thighs. He found only bare coat, making it clear that the robe was the only thing Doris was wearing. She stepped one foot farther to the side to give him access to the warm place between her legs as she reached back and undid Mace's belt without looking. When his pants fell to the floor, she ran her hands up and down Mace's muscular outer thighs.

"You know," Doris said, "a lot of women don't realize how important it is for a man to have strong legs."

"I guess a lot of women have never been picked up and fucked against the wall," Mace replied, fingering Doris' clit.

"Which reminds me," Doris said a bit breathily, "my friend Kim is looking for a good fuck. She's as bored with her husband as I am. You want her number? She's got an ass you'd love."

"Remind me later," Mace said. Squeezing one of Doris' substantial buttcheeks, he added, "Right now, this is the ass I want."

He leaned his head down to put his lips by her ear and said, softly but firmly, "Take off that robe and get on the bed."

"Ooooh, whatever you say, boss," Doris replied.

She turned around and let the robe fall to the floor, revealing her nude body. Doris had everything Mace liked in an older woman: big tits, wide hips, and thighs that were chubby but also obviously strong. In other words, Doris had the kind of body that was built to fuck all day and night. It was a shame, Mace thought, that her husband had lost interest in her, but Mace supposed that was the way of things. Mace himself had never kept a woman in his life for more than a few years.

Doris got on the bed and lay down on her side, cocking one leg up sexily.

"How about missionary?" she said. "I've been aching to have that big, buff body of yours on top of me." Then, looking unabashedly at the growing bulge in Mace's jockeys, she added, "Not to mention that big dick inside me."

"Yeah, we'll get to that," Mace said. "Got something else to do first. Spread 'em."

Perhaps guessing what Mace had in mind, Doris bent her legs at the knee, keeping her feet on the bed, and then opened her thighs as wide as she could. Her pussy was already getting wet, but Mace wanted it wetter. So he put his head between her thighs and started eating Doris out, alternately licking her slit and tonguing her clit. Doris moaned.

"Oh, God, Mace…"

Her thighs closed around his head. Mace wasn't normally big on eating pussy, but there was something he really liked about the feel of those thick, plush, soft-furred thighs against his face.

He licked her slit and clit with his big tongue until Doris' pussy was soaking wet. Only then did he shuck off his underwear and move up on Doris' body, putting his face above hers and settling his hips between her thighs. His hard cock lay against her stomach, and he could feel the heat of her cunt on his heavy balls.

"Here it comes," he murmured in her ear.

"Oh fuck yes," Doris panted. "Shove it in me."

Because of her age, Doris didn't have nearly as tight a pussy as Ginger or the many other teens and twenty-somethings that Mace had fucked. But to a man as well hung as Mace, that hardly mattered: His cock was so girthy that just about any pussy would stretch tight around it.

What was more, when Doris said "Shove it in," Mace knew that he could literally do that without hurting her. So he pulled his hips back, positioned his cock between Doris' wide-open pussy lips, and rammed his thick cock almost all the way into her in one thrust.

"Uhhhhh!" Doris cried, her whole body flexing with pleasure. Then, panting, she added, "Holyfuck, that feels good."

"Oh yeah," Mace agreed, starting to pump her slowly. "You've always been a good fuck, Doris."

She put her arms around his neck and moved her hips in time with his as she replied, "My pussy is always open for that big dick of yours, lover."

Doris was so turned on at this point that Mace didn't bother taking his time. He quickly picked up the pace, fucking Doris faster and faster until the bed was shaking violently.

"Yeah! Fuck me!" Doris hollered. Years ago, at her request, Mace had put extra insulation in her condo's walls so she could be as loud as she wanted without the neighbors hearing a thing. (And the neighbors were grateful, given that Doris had a teenage son who played the drums.)

"Fuck me hard!" she screamed "Fuck me DEEP!"

Mace's thoughts quickly jumped to Ginger. Even after three weeks of nightly sex, he still had to fuck her for well over an hour before he could make her cervix open up. But Mace had womb-fucked Doris so many times over the years that her inner entrance opened for him as eagerly as her legs did. She had told him once that while her pussy might belong to both him and her husband, her womb was Mace's alone, as Don wasn't hung nearly well enough to penetrate it.

So Mace shoved in hard and penetrated Doris' cervix, making her scream and thrash wildly as she came. Feeling the grip of the big MILF's inner and outer entrances around his cock, Mace came, too, shooting a huge load of cum up into Doris' welcoming womb.

Even when it was over and they were panting, Doris kept her arms and legs wrapped around Mace's body, keeping the head of his cock inside her baby-chamber.

"God," Doris panted. "Nothing…feels…as good…as ."

"Feels mighty good to me too, Doris," Mace rumbled in her ear.

She held him there until he went soft enough that his cock pulled out of her womb, her cervix giving it one last embrace on its way out. Only then did Doris release her full-body grip on him. Mace took the cue and rolled off her to lie on the bed beside her.

Doris took another half-minute to finish getting her breath back. Then she turned over onto her stomach and scootched down until her head was by Mace's crotch. She didn't even bother to wash it off, or to ask him to; she just started licking his semi-flaccid but still thick shaft, periodically swallowing down mouthfuls of the cum that coated it.

"Well," Mace sighed, "this is awfully nice."

Doris raised her head. "I meant it when I said I wanted 'everything.' Don't you remember how much I love sucking your dick?"

Mace smiled at her. "It's starting to come back to me."

She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, from balls to tip, then did the same on the top side. Mace felt his erection start to return.

"God, I really do love this fucking thing," Doris said. "Look at this: Even when it's only halfway hard, I need both hands to hold onto it."

She wrapped her two hands around the base, then took Mace's cockhead into her mouth and sucked it rhythmically. Mace rested his big hands on her head, which she started to move forward and back, massaging his glans with her mouth.

"Ooooh, babe," Mace breathed. "You always do me right."

Doris made a satisfied sound and kept sucking until Mace's erection was back in full force. Then she raised her head and grinned at him.

"I'd swallow you," she said, "but I've got another hole that's hungry for this sweet love-log."

"Oh, yeah? Show me the way, then."

"Right after I prep you."

Doris moved up next to Mace on the bed, then reached over to the nightstand, got out a tube of lube, and squirted some into her hand. She rubbed the clear gel up and down the length of Mace's erection, taking her time about it as she looked admiringly at the long, girthy member.

"You wanna get fucked with that thing, or are you just polishing it up?" Mace joked.

Doris got up on all fours, with her broad, bare ass toward Mace. "Does this answer your question?"

"I'd say so," Mace said. Then he smacked her on the ass and watched it jiggle. "This is one fine ass."

"Well, then, come on in. You know I like it hard and deep, so don't go easy on me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Mace replied.

He put his cockhead against her asshole, then shoved in hard. Doris' hole gave way almost instantly, allowing Mace's entire cocklength to plunge into the woman's ass.

"HUAAAAAAH!" Doris bellowed. "OH FUCK YES!"

As was no doubt her plan, Doris had gotten Mace so aroused with her cocksucking that he felt no need to take his time. Instead, as soon as his balls slapped against her pussy from the force of his initial thrust, he started fucking her hard, fast, and deep. Doris grabbed the headboard for stability as Mace pounded her, making her big ass jiggle wildly with every thrust.

Mace grunted loudly each time, both from effort and from pleasure. But that sound was nothing compared to Doris' cries of sexual joy.

"Yes!" she hollered. "Pound me! POUND MY ASS!"

Mace plowed her hard, spanking her broad ass with his hips while plunging his cock deep inside it again and again. He felt his climax approaching.

"Gonna…shoot it…up your ass…" he grunted. "Gonna cum…a gallon…up your ass…"

"YES!" Doris screamed. "YES! YEEEEESSSSS!"

Her asshole gripped his cock like a boa constrictor as she came, and then Mace fulfilled his promise and shot a big load as deep into her ass as his cock could go. The pitch of Doris' ecstatic screams rose higher as Mace flooded her depths with his seed.

When her climax was over, Doris collapsed on the bed. Mace, still cumming, fell with her, keeping his cock buried in her ass until he shot the last gout of his semen into her.

"Oh, God," Doris panted. *That was…fantastic…Nobody's ever…fucked my ass…the way you do…"

"I just know you like it hard," Mace breathed. "So I go hard."

After taking a few moments to get her breath back, Doris said, "You know, for a stallion who's made a lifestyle out of fucking other men's wives and getting teenage girls pregnant, you're a pretty considerate lover."

Mace chuckled."People are complicated."

"Ha! Don isn't. He's simple in every way."

"Then why haven't you just left him?"

"For the kids, mostly. But also because being with a man who's predictable has its advantages." Doris chuckled and added, "No offense, but that's why I'd never marry you. You're a wild card."

"No offense taken," Mace replied. "I've been in four serious relationships in my life, and none of them lasted more than a few years. But at least I got three kids out of the deal."

"I'm surprised it wasn't four. Or more."

"It was, but…I didn't get to keep them all."

Doris picked up a framed photo from her nightstand: a picture of herself and her husband, standing on either side of their three children. In the middle was their youngest, a boy of six or seven who wore a red baseball cap and a big grin. His coat was the same gray-white as Mace's.

"You know," Doris said, "Don and I have decided to have one more baby before the change of life hits, and he still doesn't have a clue that Bobby is yours. Once I go off the pill, want to see if we can make one more Bobby?"

With a touch of irony, Mace replied, "Hmm. You think I can beat Don to it?"

Doris used the same tone as she said, "I think you've got a fair chance. But we're going to have to do a lot of fucking, just to be sure."

"Guess I'll have to make some time in my schedule. You think three times a week would do it?"

All the irony went out of Doris's voice, which was all eagerness as she replied, "Oh yes, I think it would. Starting next week."

"I think I can make that work."

"Then how about we celebrate our arrangement with one more assfuck? Since it's going to be all pussy-fucking for a while."

"Sounds good to me. Get that head down and that ass up."

"Whatever you say, boss."

Tad had resigned himself to enduring the sounds of sex coming from his father's bedroom every night. Although their rooms didn't share a wall, at some point in the evening there would always be sounds—usually made by Ginger—loud enough for Tad to hear anyway, even with both bedroom doors closed. Tad had grown up hearing such sounds at night; one of his earliest memories was hearing his mother making them as his father plowed her (although the many nights of sexual ecstasy she'd enjoyed with Mace hadn't been enough to keep her from leaving when Tad was three). But hearing those sounds from his own wife was different.

So usually, after Ginger kissed him goodnight, Tad went to his room, donned his headphones, and gamed online for a while. Then he would put on some music and go to bed.

That evening, as Tad came down the upstairs hall, he had steeled himself against the expected sounds of hard fucking: the squeaking bed springs, his father's grunts, and his wife's moans of pleasure. But tonight, it seemed they were trying something different. Through the door, Tad could hear his father talking.

"Hey, easy there," Mace was saying. "You don't want to choke yourself to death."

He heard Ginger take a gasping breath and pant, "I know, but…I want to…see if…I can…do it…"

Judging from the way the floorboards creaked, Tad could tell that his father was getting up from the bed. Then he spoke.

"Here, lie on your back, and let your head hang off the edge. That way, I can go straight down your throat, and all you'll have to do is keep swallowing."

Holy shit,Tad she trying todeep-throathim? She's never done that for me. She's barely even blown me.

Tad didn't want to hear any more, but he couldn't make himself keep walking down the hall. It was like his feet were rooted to the floor.

He heard Ginger shifting on the bed. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that's it. Now, just open wide and let me push it in. Don't forget to start swallowing once it reaches the back of your throat."

"Okay."

Inside the room, Mace put his broad cockhead to Ginger's lips, and she opened her mouth wide. Then he pushed, slowly but steadily.

His cockhead went past her lips and traveled over the surface of her tongue, cruising to the back of her throat. As advised, Ginger started swallowing, and Mace kept pushing; then Mace smiled as he watched the girl's throat begin to bulge, starting at the top below her jawline and then expanding slowly downward as his thick cockhead made its way to the hollow at the base of her throat and then went deeper still.

"Thaaaat's it," Mace breathed. "Good girl…"

He pushed in and in until, finally, his heavy balls were resting on Ginger's face.

Ginger had never done anything like this. Yes, she'd licked and sucked the head of Tad's penis a few times, but she had never been interested in trying to get more of it into her mouth, never mind her throat. Since she began sleeping with Mace, she'd tongued his cockhead a few times, too, and had even taken it into her mouth and sucked it, but only to get him hard again quickly so that she could have his cock back inside her, pleasuring her in places and ways she'd never previously known were possible.

So Ginger didn't know exactly why she wanted to try this tonight—except that the idea of having Mace's long, thick cock fully penetrate a new part of her body was exciting as hell. Thus, even as she gurgled and gagged on his thick shaft and involuntary tears ran from her eyes, she thrilled at the sensation of Mace's girth stretching each ring of her esophageal muscles from within, making the entire length of her throat bulge. And her next thought brought another electric thrill, one that shot through her whole body.

He just took another virginity I didn't know I had. He owns another part of me now.

Slowly, Mace began fucking her throat. Ginger reached down and rubbed her clit, keeping time with the movement of that thick cock as it rubbed against her lips on its way in and out.

Once Mace had established a rhythm and it was clear that Ginger wasn't asphyxiating, he moved his big hands to her perky little breasts and massaged them as he fucked her throat. Her nipples were hard beneath his palms, and her tits' youthful springiness pleased him. He wondered how much bigger they would get when Ginger's pregnancy was more advanced.

This was far from Mace's first throat-fuck, so he knew exactly how to pace his thrusts to keep from overwhelming Ginger and making her choke or puke. Besides, he wanted to take his time. It wasn't every day that a filly eagerly swallowed his entire length like this.

As he slow-fucked Ginger's throat, he felt the girl take his big balls in her hand. In the mere three weeks of their relationship to date, she had already developed a bit of a fetish about them, which Mace guessed had to do with their key role in getting her pregnant. Ginger was definitely a breeder. Which meant that getting a big load of cum from those balls shot straight into her belly would probably excite her.

Mace started fucking Ginger's throat faster. She gurgled and gagged a little, but that was normal in this scenario, and she wasn't doing anything to suggest that she wanted him to stop. On the contrary, she fondled his balls more ardently with one hand and massaged her clit more vigorously with the other.

"You're a natural, babe," Mace said, panting a little—more from excitement than exertion. "I can't believe you swallowed my whole cock on your first try."

"Llllggghhhh," the open-mouthed filly gurgled. Mace sensed that she was expressing pride.

"Attagirl. I'm gonna go faster now."

Ginger didn't mind that at all. She'd never imagined that she was capable of doing something like this—not just in the physical sense, but in the sense of wanting to serve a man sexually, with parts of her body she had never used in that way before. But Mace wasn't like other men. He was a stallion in the truest sense. His masculinity, his maleness, they weren't just obvious—they were compelling. Ginger couldn't look at his powerful, muscular form, or his immense cock and heavy balls, without wanting to open her body to him.

She released her gentle hold on his balls and brought her other hand down between her bare thighs to finger her pussy-entrance as she continued rubbing her clit. Now, as Mace fucked her face faster, his big balls slapped her face with every thrust. The sensation excited her, feeling those big, beautiful baby-making orbs striking her in a way that seemed emblematic of their power. She wished that Mace could have shoved those past her lips, too, so that she could suck them and love them with her mouth and tongue while her throat pleasured his cock until his balls emptied themselves into her body.

Instead, his big balls were slapping her face again and again. But that didn't bother her. On the contrary, she liked it; feeling the weight of them each time they struck her forehead made her think about the cumload Mace would be shooting directly down her throat when he came. She hoped it would be a lot, because that would mean that she had truly satisfied him. Her work as a bank teller might have helped put food on the table, but gratifying Mace in the bedroom was what paid the rent, in effect, and Ginger was becoming determined to be as good at that job as she could be. The mere fact that shecouldsatisfy an uber-stallion like him with any degree of consistency was a source of great pride for her—pride, and arousal. Right now, feeling his big hands squeezing her breasts as he fucked her throat and hearing him pant with excitement made her rub her clit faster.

"Nnngng ggglllll nnnnggggggllllllggggh," she gurgled around his shaft. She knew that he couldn't understand what she was saying—"Fuck me faster"—but she thought the activity of her throat muscles around his thick shaft might be enough to encourage him.

And it was. He plowed Ginger's face at full speed, his hands squeezing her tits tightly, his big balls swinging wildly and slapping her face again and again. Ginger finger-fucked herself hard and deep as her finger spun madly around her clit.

"Nnnngh!" she cried, chasing a climax that seemed just beyond reach. "Nnnnnnngh!"

"RrrrrrAAAAAAAAH!" Mace roared, and then he shoved his cock so far down Ginger's throat that she could swear that his big, hot cumload was pumping straight down into her stomach. And then Ginger was thrashing on the bed and screaming a gurgling scream as that sensation pushed her across the threshold of ecstasy.

When Ginger's orgasm had subsided and Mace had finished shooting cum down into her, Mace began to pull out slowly.

"Make sure you swallow a few times before I pull out of your throat," he breathed. "You don't want any of my cum going down the wrong pipe."

As Mace pulled inch after inch of cock from her throat, Ginger swallowed repeatedly. She wasn't just anxious to avoid choking; she also wanted to make sure all that seed stayed inside her, where it belonged.

Finally, Mace's thick cockhead passed through Ginger's lips, and then she was gasping for breath. Mace stood watching her, enjoying the sight of her chest rising and falling as her breathing gradually slowed to normal.

"So," he said, "how about you turn around? I don't want that sweet pussy of yours to feel neglected."

Ginger rolled over, then got up on all fours and turned around, presenting her wet pussy to Mace.

"Nope," she said. "Wouldn't want that."

Chapter 3: Ronnie's GirlfriendSummary:

Mace fucks his youngest son's girlfriend and introduces Ginger to anal sex.

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It was Sunday morning, and three months to the day since Tad and Ginger had moved in. Per the agreement, Ginger had continued to sleep in Mace's bed every night, even though her bouts of morning sickness indicated that she was already in a family way. Mace figured he must have knocked her up in the very first week, maybe even that first night.

Just after sunrise that morning, he rolled over and put his arm around her. When he felt her stir, he ran his hand down over her belly. For the first time, he could feel a little bulge there.

"Morning," Ginger said sleepily.

"Morning, babe," Mace rumbled in her ear.

She got up and, fully nude, headed to the bathroom. Mace watched her white-speckled ass swing a bit as she walked, noting that her way of moving—as well as standing and speaking—had grown sexier during their time together. Mace hadn't had a lot of relationships that lasted more than a month or two (his three sons' mothers being notable exceptions), but in those that had, he'd observed that when a filly learned how good sex could be, she would naturally behave in a way that would earn her more of it.

Mace stayed in bed, thinking about what he would say to Ginger when she returned. While Mace was pleased with the progress of her pregnancy, it also meant having to deliver some disappointing news.

As Mace expected, Ginger returned to the bed and lay down next to him. Then she ran a hand over his broad chest.

"So," she said with a naughty smile, "anything you want to do before breakfast?"

This being a Sunday, neither Mace nor Ginger had to work. So they usually spent the first couple hours of the day fucking. That was what Ginger called it now; she had lost a lot of her shyness during her time with Mace.

"You know there is," Mace replied. "But I'm afraid I can't womb-fuck you anymore. The baby's too far along now; it could hurt him. Or her."

Mace had never earned more than a B in high school science class, so he couldn't judge the legitimacy of a theory he'd once read on the internet: that through evolution, certain stallions had developed long cocks and the ability to penetrate a female's uterus so as to abort another male's offspring while impregnating the female with his own. Mace had shuddered at the idea, but he had to admit that it explained his endowment and sexual endurance pretty well. It also meant that he needed to be careful with any filly he knew was pregnant.

Ginger looked a bit alarmed, perhaps because she hadn't thought of that herself. Then her expression shifted to disappointment as she realized that it would be half a year before she could again experience the unparalleled pleasure of having Mace's cock in the very deepest chamber of her body. Fortunately, Mace had a consolation prize for her.

"So," he said, "I'd say today's a good day for you to start getting fucked in the ass."

Ginger gasped, which amused Mace. In his lifetime to date, he had probably taken even more anal virginities then pussy-virginities, simply because so many fillies considered ass-fucking unthinkable—at least, until they tried it with Mace.

But while Ginger was clearly surprised by the proposal, she wasn't turned off by it. Not judging by what she said next.

"Well," she began slowly, "I'm still yours for another six months, aren't I? And…" she blushed a bit "…it's my job to satisfy you. I mean, that was the agreement."

"That's right," Mace said, caressing her cheek.

There was something endearing about her still needing to give herself an excuse to have sex with Mace. Like she still had a bit of innocence left in her. Which meant there was still some left for him to relieve her of.

He kissed her, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it eagerly, and at the same time, her slim-fingered hands went right to his cock, massaging it in the way she had learned to do when she was eager for sex and wanted to get him hard.

As Ginger felt Mace grow hard in her hands, she began to realize how much she had changed in the past three months. She couldn't put a number on it, but she felt as though her libido was several times stronger than it had been before her first night with Mace. Only rarely had she initiated sex with Tad during their relationship; he had almost always had to make the first move. Now, she wanted it—no, needed it—every day, and she was a lot less shy about asking for it.

Nonetheless, Ginger had never given serious thought to trying anal sex. Tad had asked for it a couple of times, but she'd laughed it off, thinking the idea ridiculous. Why would she want his penis in her rear hole instead of the main one?

But the thought of Mace's long, thick cock entering her in a brand-new way had, in a matter of moments, escalated from unthinkable to interesting to intriguing to exciting. On several occasions during the past month, Mace had pushed one of his thick fingers into her asshole while he was fucking her from behind, or just during foreplay, and Ginger had liked it. If his finger felt good in there, what would that thick love-pole of his feel like?

As they tongue-kissed with increasing fervor, Mace rolled Ginger on top of him. He reached one hand out and, by feel alone, opened his nightstand drawer and squirted some lube into his hand from a pump bottle. Then he reached that hand down the back of Ginger's panties and began fingering her asshole.

"Mmmmmhhhh…" Ginger moaned into his mouth. It always felt good when he did this, but knowing that this was merely the prelude to something much more intense made it all the more arousing.

Starting to breathe harder with excitement, Ginger broke off the kiss and put her head down next to Mace's. He stopped merely toying with her hole and pushed his finger inside.

"Oh…ooooh…" she moaned. "Yesssss…"

Mace smiled. It was nice to have confirmation that Ginger, like most fillies, had an instinctive, deep-down desire to be penetrated, regardless of the orifice. He deepened the finger-fuck, and she moaned louder.

He kept it up for over a minute, listening to Ginger's pants and moans in his ear. Then, slowly, he pushed in a second finger alongside the first one.

"AaaaAAAAHHHaaaah…"

Her hole was very tight around Mace's two digits, so he pumped it for a good while. She moaned and whimpered even more loudly than before.

"You like that?" he murmured in her ear.

"Oh yes," she panted.

"My cock's even bigger than my fingers. You sure you can take it?" he asked teasingly.

The thought of Mace's huge member in her ass was now driving Ginger wild with anticipation.

"Yes," she whined. "Yes, please, I want it."

"Then get up on all fours."

Ginger did so eagerly. In the three months of her sex life with Mace, she had learned to enjoy the sheer animal intensity of being taken from behind—at least in the way that Mace did it, with his strong hands gripping her hips and his grunts of pleasure and the sweet pounding that his cock would give her deep inside every time. She literally couldn't wait to find out what that would feel like in her other entrance.

She felt his big hands pull her ass open, exposing her little rear hole, and the sensation was so pleasurable and exciting that she felt like she was halfway to orgasm already. Which was fine with her; if she had an early climax, Mace would help her reach another one.

And then his big cockhead, coated in lube, was against her asshole, and he started to push. She could feel her little hole stretching open, wider and wider.

"Oh God!" she squeaked. "Oh God, it's so big, it's so fucking big, don't stop, don't stop…"

Mace wasn't about to stop. He listened carefully to the sounds Ginger was making, because he loved the way a filly's cries would shift from little squeals as his cock opened them up to a long, continuous moan as their holes surrendered and he began to sink in.

"There we go," Mace rumbled as his cockhead pushed through her hole, which massaged his glans nicely on its way through. "Gonna fill you up real good."

"Oh yes," Ginger gasped. "Oh yes, fill me, fill me…"

He eased in inch by inch. Not because he was concerned about hurting her—if that was going to happen, it would have been when he was opening her up—but because she deserved the chance to savor the experience of being penetrated this way for the first time. And also because Mace enjoyed watching his thick cockshaft slowly disappear into her cute, speckled ass as Ginger moaned and whimpered for more.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "you're so big, and you're so deep…"

"Believe it or not," Mace replied, "I'm only about halfway in." Teasingly, he added, "You want some more?"

"Yes! More!" Ginger cried. "Put it all in me!"

He kept pushing, and her moans grew louder and louder. Until, finally, he hilted in her, his hips pressing against her petite ass and his big balls snug against her pussy.

"You've got my whole cock up your ass, babe," he breathed. "How's it feel?"

"Oh, God, I'm so full, I'msofull, and it feels so good…"

"If you like that," Mace said, "you'll like this even better."

He started fucking her very slowly, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her each time so that he could savor the exquisite tightness of her ass-ring around his glans, then pushing all the way back in so that Ginger could savor the deep penetration. He did that for a few minutes before he felt the need to start fucking her faster.

"Gonna pick up the pace now," he said by way of warning.

He began to pump her a little harder, his balls gently colliding with her pussy again and again.

Ginger moaned. She couldn't believe how good this felt. When Mace fucked her pussy, it always took him at least an hour to get her cervix to open up so he could get his entire length inside her. But by using her asshole instead, he'd been able to get every inch of his cock into her on the very first push. What was more, Mace had just claimed another part of her, a place deep inside that Tad and most other men could never reach.

Tad had been coming down the hall toward his room when he heard them. He heard them fucking every night and every morning, of course, but something sounded different about this time. Even though a big part of him didn't want to, Tad couldn't help but stop near the door and listen.

"You like that?" he heard his father say.

"Uh…Uh-huh…"

The bedsprings continued squeaking rhythmically. It took Tad a second to realize that the sound wasn't just that; it was also Ginger, making high-pitched "ah" sounds in time with the squeaking.

"That's my girl," Mace rumbled. "You take Daddy's cock real nice."

"Th- Thank you…Daddy…" Ginger gasped in reply.

Inside the room, Mace picked up the pace some more. Now, his hips were slapping audibly against Ginger's tight little ass, and his big hands held her hips so that he could drive fully into her on every thrust. Ginger was moving with him, relishing every time her hips pushed back and his pushed forward, causing his cockhead to stimulate the depths of her bowels. The coming six months of pregnancy, and of not getting womb-fucked, didn't seem so bad if she could have this instead.

Mace, too, was enjoying himself quite a lot. Not only was Ginger's asshole as tight as he could hope for, but it was a great pleasure to take the last of this hot little filly's virginities.

"Mmm," he said, not slowing his pace at all, "I like this sweet hole of yours. I think you're gonna be taking my cock up your ass every day for a while."

This was just what Ginger wanted to hear. Growing even more aroused, she fucked her ass back harder against Mace's hips, driving him balls-deep into her ass each time. Mace took firm hold of her hips and plowed her ass hard.

"Yes! Yes!" Ginger cried. "Fuck my ass, Daddy!Fuck my ass!"

She was obviously on the verge of cumming, so Mace didn't hold back a second longer. He roared, "HrrrrAAAAAH!" and shot his big, hot load deep in her bowels. And then she was screaming and howling like a wild animal as the sensation made her hit her climax hard.

Tad had gone downstairs to make breakfast, but Ginger's scream had caught his attention. He was used to hearing her orgasmic cry every morning—and several of them at night—but the quality of this one was different somehow. So he crept back upstairs and listened at his father's door.

"I…I didn't think that I'd…like that, so much," Ginger was saying.

Mace chuckled. "You've got plenty more nice surprises like that one coming, sweetheart."

"I mean, you're already big, but in there, you felthuge."

Are they talking about anal sex?Tad 's never letmedo that.

Despite himself, Tad felt his cock start to rise—as it often did these days when he heard Ginger have sex or even talk about sex with his father. This time, like every time, Tad wondered what the fuck was wrong with him.

He heard them kiss. Then his father spoke again.

"You want to do it again tonight? We could try it against the dresser."

"Uh-huh. Maybe…maybebeforetonight?"

"Hmm," Mace replied. "I might be able to get home a little early."

Mace did not make it home early that evening, but neither did Ginger. She had called him in the late morning to let him know that she had forgotten about the part-time waitressing job she'd taken on at Tad's request, so she would be heading to the diner right after her regular work at the bank finished, and she wouldn't be home until after ten. She had agreed to do this two nights a week because Tad's fledgling auto-repair business was still very much in the hole.

So when Mace got home, he first went to the garage and lifted some weights with Ronnie. In his younger days as a neophyte carpenter, Mace had gotten plenty of exercise on the job, hauling wood, drywall, and tools around for the senior guys. He had always carried as heavy a load as he could, not because he felt the need to prove himself to anyone but because he wanted to be stronger. But now that he was a general contractor, Mace did most of his work with his eyes, not his hands, so he had to get his exercise on his own time.

After working out and showering, Mace and Ronnie ate dinner at the kitchen table. Mace didn't consider himself a serious chef, but he could make a good pot of chili. He would cook up a triple batch on the weekend so that he could divide it up and freeze it to have for weeknight dinners as needed. He and Ronnie ate that, along with some salad in a bag that Mace had picked up on his way home. He might have had a lot of failings as a father, but he made sure his boys ate healthy when he could.

Ronnie left the house right after dinner to go to a football game at his high school. Then, not ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. When Mace answered it, he found a pretty teenage filly with a reddish-brown coat and long, wavy dark-brown hair and mane.

"Hello there," Mace said, smiling down at the girl. "It's Tammy, right? You're Ronnie's girlfriend."

"Yeah," she replied shyly. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Buchanan."

"Oh, just call me Mace. Come on in."

As Tammy came inside, Mace asked, "Were you planning to meet Ronnie here? He left for the game a little while ago."

"Oh, I know," Tammy replied. "I just wanted to borrow one of his school sweaters to wear to the game, but I didn't think of it until just now, so I didn't ask him to bring it."

"Let's go upstairs," Mace said. "I'll show you where his room is."

"Okay."

Her voice sounded meek, but Mace could hear a touch of excitement in it. Which was why, when they reached the top of the stairs, Mace stopped, turned around, and moved close to her, such that his muscular chest was inches from her face.

"You're a very pretty girl," he rumbled in her ear. "You're more than pretty—you're sexy."

She probably didn't hear that a lot. Probably not even from Ronnie, who presumably was trying to get into this girl's panties. Mace wondered whether he was failing his sons by not teaching them more about girls. Jasper hadn't needed it, and it was clearly too late for Tad, but maybe Ronnie could benefit from some advice. Mace promised himself that he would have a talk with him one day soon.

Tammy blushed again, and clearly not just at the compliment. Mace took that as his cue to lean down and kiss her, gently but insistently, his broad hand on her upper back. Then he pulled back, and Tammy looked up at him, gasping.

"Let's go to my room," Mace said, as casually as if he were suggesting that they have a soda.

The red in Tammy's cheeks grew a shade darker. "I, I," she stammered, "I don't want to be late for the game."

Mace chuckled inwardly. The situation was very similar to the circumstances under which he, at age twelve, had lost his virginity to his older brother's girlfriend. Tammy was fourteen, not twelve, but she was almost certainly a virgin.

"Don't worry," Mace replied, gently touching the girl's face with his big hand. "I'll drive you. We'll put your bike in the back of my truck."

Over his long history of seducing women and girls, there was a certain look that Mace had come to recognize—a kind of release of tension in a filly's face that happened the moment she realized that she had no reason, no excuse, and no desire to resist his seduction. In fact, Mace had probably learned to recognize this expression on an instinctive level long before he became consciously aware of it, judging by the fact that his cock always began to harden in his pants whenever he saw that look—as it was doing now.

"Okay," Tammy said.

Mace took the girl's hand and led her through his bedroom door, which he closed behind them. Then he pulled Tammy to him and kissed her.

She seemed to melt in his arms, her head tilting back to receive his kiss, her mouth opening to his tongue, her torso leaning back to allow his hand to fondle her breast through her top as his other arm, encircling her lower back, held her to him.

"Mmm," Mace said as the kiss ended, "you are one hot little filly."

She reacted to his compliment in the way that girls her age sometimes did when Mace was alone with them: She began to undress, wanting to show him more of her body. She pulled off her fitted T-shirt, then undid her pink bra and let it fall to the floor. Her small breasts were reddish-brown, like the rest of her, and her nipples were a medium pink. Mace thought the girl's tits were adorable and pulled Tammy to him to kiss her again as he gently fondled them. It took only moments for his fingertips to bring her nipples to stiff attention, so he soon moved one hand lower, down the silky coat of her stomach and under the waistbands of her skirt and panties to find her pussy. He cupped it in his hand and squeezed it gently, feeling its wet heat in his palm.

He took his hands off Tammy's body for a moment to unbutton his shirt. Although he was looking down at the buttons, he could feel Tammy's gaze travel down his muscular chest to his six-pack stomach as he exposed them.

Mace shrugged off the shirt and tossed it onto his dresser. Then he pulled Tammy to him for another kiss, this time savoring the feel of her perky teenage breasts against his bare chest as his hand traveled down her naked back. His other hand joined it, and when the kiss was finished, Mace pushed Tammy's skirt down and off. Now she stood before him in just her panties, which were pale pink with a little white bow on the front of the waistband.

"These look cute on you," Mace said, fingering the waistband. "But right now, I think they'll look even better on the floor."

He had pulled them down to her ankles when Tammy said, "Wait. I- I'm not on birth control."

Mace smiled. "You making my boy wear condoms? Or hasn't he taken you to bed yet?"

"We- We haven't done…that," the girl replied.

Mace put his hand to Tammy's face, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. The girl looked like she might melt into a puddle at any moment.

"Well, it's high time you did 'that,'" Mace rumbled before pulling her panties down to her ankles.

He didn't even bother addressing her feeble protest regarding birth control. He knew it was a token statement—something she felt she had to put on the record before nature took its course so that afterward, she could tell herself that she had done her due diligence. Even if she got knocked up.

He straightened up and kissed her deeply. As he did so, he cupped her ass in his big hands and lifted her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist, her panties dangling from one ankle. Then he pressed her back against the bedroom wall and used one hand to position his cock. Then, slowly but powerfully, he pushed his hips forward.

"MmmmmMMMMHH!" Tammy grunted into his mouth.

Mace knew that sound intimately, as there was virtually no way to penetrate a virgin girl with a cock the size of his without hurting her at least a little. It made him wish he could have gotten Tammy a bit drunk first. He didn't know why Mother Nature had to make girls hurt the first time they took a big dick.

The only thing to do about it was to try to give her some pleasure to compete with the pain. So once he bottomed out in her, he kissed her deeply and began fucking her very gently.

He kept up that slow pace for minutes, letting Tammy's pussy get used to his size. Tammy made little whimpers of pain into his mouth at first, but at the same time, she didn't try to put a stop to things; on the contrary, she kissed him with increasing passion. And over the minutes, those little muffled whimpers gradually became muffled moans. Then Tammy began working her hips against his, helping him fuck her instead of merely letting him.

Only when these signs made it clear that Tammy's pleasure had won out over her pain did Mace begin fucking her faster. And when he did, Tammy moved faster, too, until she was exerting herself so much that she had to break off from kissing him and pant for breath in Mace's ear.

"Oh God," she managed between breaths. "Oh God…"

"Mmm, you're a natural," Mace said. "Born to fuck."

"Yes…" Tammy moaned.

Mace switched from steady strokes to deep, powerful thrusts that pushed Tammy's ass hard against the wall each time. The girl switched from panting and moaning to making short, loud gasps.

"Mmmhhh…that's…good," Mace grunted. "Take it…good…and deep…"

"Yes," Tammy whimpered between thrusts. "So…deep…"

Mace kept this up for a little longer, forcing his cockhead against Tammy's cervix again and again. He wished he had all night to fuck her, because he could tell from her reaction to being fucked this way that she would cum like absolute mad if he took her cervical virginity. Maybe one of these days, he'd contrive a way to have her all to himself for a day, or a night, or both, so he could spend a few hours getting her good and ready and then a few more hours womb-fucking her to one screaming orgasm after another, until she was hoarse and so full of cum that her belly bulged.

Tammy's whimpering in Mace's ear was growing louder, and Mace could hear desperation in it. Tammy needed to cum, and she needed it bad. So Mace switched gears and picked up his pace, focusing more on fucking Tammy fast than on fucking her deep. The sounds Tammy made amplified from whimpers to loud moans.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, please, God, yes!"

Mace's big hands gripped Tammy's ass hard as he plowed the girl, grunting with the effort of fucking her so fast and so forcefully.

"Ah!" Tammy shouted. "AAAAHHHAAAAAIIIIIAAAHHHH!"

Her arms and legs gripped Mace more powerfully than the girl's size would suggest was possible, and her pussy seized the base of his cock like it never wanted to let go. Mace grunted in her ear and shot a big load up into her, his cock pressing hard enough against her cervix to force it open just a little and shoot its load up into her deepest place. Tammy screamed even louder and flailed wildly in Mace's arms as the sensation made her already powerful climax even more intense.

When it was over, Mace stayed where he was, holding the panting girl close, gently pressing her body between his own body and the wall. He felt her chest pushing him forward and back slightly as it expanded and contracted with her breathing.

"So," Mace rumbled in her ear, "seems like you liked that."

"Y- Yes," she managed.

"I liked it, too."

She didn't say anything for a long moment. Then, when she had mostly caught her breath, she asked, "Could we…do it again, some time?"

He took one hand off her ass, using the other to support her as he stroked her dark-brown hair. "Of course. As much as you want." Then he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "But right now, we'd better get you to that game." In a conspiratorial tone, he added, "We wouldn't want Ronnie wondering where you are."

He loved the look that blossomed on her face—the look of a girl who has just discovered the joy of cucking her weaksauce teenage boyfriend with a studly grown man.

"Nope, wouldn't want that," she said with a breathless smile.

Chapter 4: Little SisterSummary:

Mace has some very casual sex with an angry college girl. Then Ginger's little sister, Randi, comes to town and finds out why Ginger is so happy in her marriage.

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It had been six months now since Tad and Ginger moved in with Mace, yet Mace hadn't lost interest in Ginger in the slightest. As Tad was reminded that morning when he knocked on his father's bedroom door.

"Um, Dad?"

"Not now, boy," his father grunted in reply. "I'm a foot deep in your wife's ass."

Then Tad heard Ginger moan. He supposed his wife and his father could find out for themselves that he had to leave early this morning and had just left them cereal for breakfast.

Despite himself, Tad felt an erection coming on. He knew Ronnie was downstairs, so Tad took out his cock, put his ear to the door, and began jerking off as he listened.

In the bedroom, per her and Mace's morning ritual, Ginger had her hands on the edge of Mace's dresser, looking at Mace's face behind hers in the mirror as the stallion fucked her ass hard and deep. These days, there was never any discussion beforehand of whether Mace would fuck her pussy or her ass; Ginger preferred to just brace herself against the dresser and let Mace surprise her.

After he shot his wonderfully hot, plentiful load deep in her bowels, they returned to the bed for their traditional post-coital cuddle. Ginger had once had the idea that all men considered cuddling after sex to be a chore, but Ginger had never once had to ask Mace to do it.

"So," she said as she lay in his arms, "my sister is interested in coming to visit."

"Randi wants to come see the city, huh?" Mace replied.

In the previous three months, Ginger had told Mace a lot about her younger sister Randi—short for Miranda—who was Ginger's only sibling. In the pictures Ginger had shown him, Randi appeared to be as cutely sexy as her big sister.

"Sure, she can come visit." Then, moving a hand onto Ginger's breast—now significantly larger because of her pregnancy—Mace added, "Of course, if she comes here, you know what's gonna happen."

Ginger looked at him with big eyes. "You…You mean you would-"

"I mean," Mace interrupted, "your sister's a little hottie. If she sets foot in my house, she's gonna get fucked. Right here in this bed."

The truth was, Ginger wasn't at all surprised that Mace would want to have sex with her little sister, even if Ginger hadn't really thought about that before bringing up the subject of Randi visiting. What did surprise her was how up front Mace was being about it. Many times in the past six months, she'd sneaked a look at his journal and read about some of his sexual adventures, including a few he'd had during the time that Ginger had been living with him. And she had figured out that the journal represented only a fraction of Mace's sexual history.

Unexpectedly, Ginger had found that she was okay with all of Mace's activities with other females. After all, Mace had never promised or even implied that their sexual relationship would be exclusive. Nor had he forbidden her from having sex with Tad—not that he'd had to. If anything, the fact that Mace was keeping his other sexual activities out of Ginger's line of sight felt like a sign of respect, like he was doing it because he didn't want to throw all that in her face.

Of course, Ginger still had to make at least a token effort to protect her little sister's virtue. So she replied, "Randi's only fifteen. I don't think she's even had sex yet."

"High time she tried it, then," Mace said. He put his big hand over hers and smiled eagerly. "Don't worry, you can be there too. Maybe give her a few pointers."

The odd thing was, despite what Mace had just said, Ginger found herself no less inclined to invite Randi to visit. After all, sex with Mace was the most pleasurable thing Ginger had ever done. Why wouldn't she want her little sister to experience that ecstasy, too?

"Well," Ginger said, "would you mind if she stays for a couple of weeks? She's got a long winter break, and I'd really like her to get a sense of what it's like to live in the city. She hasn't spent much time outside of our little home town."

"She can stay as long as you want, babe," Mace said. With a sly smile, he added, "Of course, with Tad living in the guest room, she'll have to sleep here."

"I…kind of thought so," Ginger replied.

It wasn't often that Mace found himself on a college campus, because most colleges of any size had their own maintenance people for their academic buildings and dorms. But some colleges also had a fair number of students who lived in housing just off campus. And since college students tended to cause a little more wear and tear on a building than the average tenant, these places frequently needed repairs. Which was why Mace was here today, walking down a street on the edge of campus.

Mace occasionally wondered whether and how his life would be different if his parents had been able to afford to send him to college. But those thoughts were rarely wistful, because he was pretty happy with his life the way it was.

It was a beautiful day out, and Mace didn't have anything else to do that afternoon, so he decided to park his truck a few blocks away from the frat house he was here to inspect and walk the rest of the way. The campus had several buildings that were nice to look at. And, of course, there were fillies of every shape and size going to and from classes, practicing sports on the lawns, chatting outside the campus cafe, and otherwise doing what college kids did.

Even the most attractive of college girls seemed largely oblivious to their own hotness. Mace supposed that they were all too busy thinking—about existentialist philosophy, tomorrow's math test, or not blowing their violin solo in this weekend's orchestral performance—to notice the effect they had on the boys and men around them. This was something that Mace envied about females in general: Most of them, most of the time, could forget about sex and just focus on whatever they needed to. Except, sometimes, when Mace was around.

He found himself coming up behind a filly who was carrying a denim book bag. Her coat was all black except for a few white spots here and there. Despite the loose fit of her jeans, Mace could see that her hips had a nice curve to them. And as he moved up next to her, he also observed that she had a roughly triangular white paint mark on her muzzle, and that under her black concert t-shirt (featuring the name of a band Mace had never heard of), she had buoyant, handful-size tits.

Yeah, Mace thought,I could go for some of that.

He moved just half a step ahead of her so that he could catch her eye and said, "Hey."

She was half a head shorter than he was, so the first place her eyes landed was on his muscular shoulders and upper arms. For a split second, her eyes widened in what Mace knew was a sign of interest. But then they narrowed.

"Hey," she replied neutrally. Then she turned her eyes forward again.

One of the keys to Mace's success, both professionally and sexually, was that he was a good judge of character. He could spot the little warning signs that a plumber was a chronic drug abuser, that a drywaller had an anger-management problem, or that an electrician liked playing high-stakes poker a little too much. But Mace could also spot earnestness and talent. The teenager who would work his tail off learning how to hang a window properly was worth a lot more to Mace than the old pro who was going to be too hung over to show up for work in the morning.

Of course, this knack for gauging people also served Mace well when it came to fillies and mares. He could tell that this black-coated college girl wasn't genuinely hostile toward him—she just thought that was the way sheshouldfeel, probably because of other, older college girls she was hanging out with. Not that Mace had a problem with those girls, either; the fillies and mares of the world had plenty to be angry about. And Mace couldn't consider himself completely undeserving of their anger, given his history with women.

"I like your T-shirt," Mace said, in a way that implied that what he really liked wasunderthe T-shirt.

Again, for just a moment, she looked flattered. Maybe more than flattered. But then she scowled at him.

"Do you think," she said indignantly, "that just because you're a walking stereotype of traditional masculinity that I'm just going to, what, spread my legs for you right here and now?"

"No, I don't think that," Mace replied evenly. "I think it'll be at least a few minutes before you spread your legs for me."

"You arrogant asshole," she replied. "Fuck off."

Mace knew forced outrage when he heard it. But he decided to play along.

"You seem to have a problem with me," he said casually.

"I have a problem with entitled men who think women only exist for their pleasure."

"What makes you think that's what I think?"

"The way you just looked at me, for one thing," the girl replied. "Like I was an object."

"Well, now, I've got to disagree with you there," Mace said. "I never look at objects the way I was looking at you. Besides, I'm sure you exist for a lot of reasons besides my pleasure."

The girl didn't seem to know whether Mace was showing her respect or mocking her. But she correctly picked up on Mace's implication.

"So you admit that you think that I exist at least partly for your pleasure. Holy shit, are you full of yourself."

Mace took a left down an alleyway. He'd been here before and knew that the alley was a shortcut to the house where he was headed, but that wasn't the main reason why he'd taken it.

"That would only be true if I thought of it as a one-way thing," Mace replied. "Because I'm pretty sureIexist foryourpleasure, too."

The girl seemed momentarily thrown. From the look on her face, she was clearly wrestling with conflicting feelings about Mace. He decided to try and help her resolve her inner conflict—hopefully in his favor.

"You know," he said, stopping, "you just followed me for five blocks, and now you've just turned down an alley that I'm willing to bet isn't part of your usual route to your dorm or wherever you were going. Kind of seems like you want to be around me."

"That's, that's not true, I…"

He took a step closer to her. "It's okay. I want you around me, too. Wrapped around me, even."

"F- Fuck you…" the filly stammered.

He moved even closer, close enough that she could feel the vibration from his bass voice in her chest as he replied, "If you like…"

He leaned down and kissed her. She didn't make a move to stop him; in fact, he felt her push her crotch against his thigh and grind her mons against his powerful quadriceps. The heat of her pussy was palpable even through two layers of denim.

He pulled her into a doorway that went around a corner before it reached the knob-less metal door. Even someone passing right by in the alley wouldn't see them here. That way, Mace figured, the filly wouldn't object when he did what he did then, which was to pull up the front of her concert T-shirt and pull down her bra to expose her nicely full yet youthfully buoyant breasts.

"Very nice," Mace said, fondling one of them.

She kissed him as he felt her up. Then she wrapped one of her legs around him. A filly rarely sent a clearer signal than that.

Mace didn't say anything when he undid the girl's jeans, nor did she say anything to him. She just put her leg down long enough for him to pull both her pants and her plain white undies to the ground. Then she stepped out of them and watched Mace unzip his own jeans and take out his cock.

"Oh my God," she breathed, staring at Mace's substantial erection. Then she turned around, bent over, and braced herself against the brick wall next to the door. Even from a foot away, Mace could feel the heat of her pussy, radiating like a beacon of carnal need.

This filly obviously wasn't a virgin, but that didn't mean she was ready to take a cock the size of Mace's from the get-go. So he pressed his cockhead against her pussy firmly but slowly, listening to her groan with pleasure as his cock opened her up and then sank in.

"Mmm, there we go," Mace said as his cockhead snugged against her cervix. Then he started to pump her.

"Oh God…" the girl moaned. "Oh God…you're so big…"

Mace could never hear that enough. "I'm glad you like it," he rumbled.

"It's…It's so good…I'm fucking…a stranger…in an alley…and it's so good…"

"Well," Mace replied, "isn't college about trying new things?"

At this slow pace, Mace didn't need to hold onto the girl's hips, so he slid his big hands up her stomach—soft, with a bit of taut muscle beneath—to her breasts. They were a complete handful, even for Mace, but with petite nipples that currently formed stiff little points. Mace toyed with these with his fingertips, making the filly moan louder and start pushing her ass back against him faster. He picked up the pace to match her.

He moved his hands down to her hips so that he could fuck the black-coated college girl more vigorously. As he did so, he gave her cervix one solid hit with his cockhead, and she squeaked in response. It was a squeak of pain, though, not pleasure, so Mace didn't do that again. Not every filly was wired to enjoy having a man pound on her womb-door. But Mace liked to check.

He moved his hands down farther to take hold of her ass, pulling her pussy open wide, because in Mace's experience, some girls liked that quite a bit. This one certainly did, because she moaned and fucked her ass against him even faster. Mace was fine with that—back-alley fucks were meant to be quick—so he started fucking the girl at full speed, his grunts and her moans both growing loud.

Finally, she grunted, "NNNNH!" clearly trying to keep from making her sounds of orgasm heard by everyone on the block. Mace did the same as he fired his cumload into her depths.

When it was over, he pulled out of her. The girl sank down until her bare ass and leaking pussy were on the warm concrete step in front of the door. Mace sat down next to her and handed her a couple of wipes—he usually had some in his back pocket, for a variety of reasons—then used a couple more to clean himself up.

"I'm Mace, by the way," he said. "What's your name?"

"M- Marissa," the girl panted.

"It was nice meeting you, Marissa," Mace said. "Maybe we'll run into each other again some time."

With a note of hope, the girl replied, "Y- Yeah…maybe…"

Mace got up and left Marissa to get herself together. Sometimes, a girl wanted some privacy for that.

As Mace headed for the frat house where he would be working, he found himself mentally replaying his pre-coital conversation with the college girl. This, in turn, made Mace think about his daughter.

While Mace probably had several daughters, there was only one he'd seen born and had any chance to raise. Sarah had spent her first three years of life in Mace's house, and he'd loved her dearly.

But one day her mother, who had lived with Mace since Sarah's conception, suddenly announced that she was moving out of state and taking Sarah with her. When Mace demanded to know why, she'd replied, "Because if I don't, as soon as Sarah shows the first sign of puberty, you're going to fuck her. You won't even care that she's your daughter; you'll just want to shove your dick in her. And she'll let you, even if she knows better, because that's the effect you have on girls. I'm not going to wait around for that to happen."

They left, and Mace never saw Sarah again. Sometimes he regretted not having tried harder to stop them from leaving. But the truth was that in all likelihood, Sarah's mom had been right. Sarah, wherever she might be now, was better off away from him.

At about the same time, Ginger was on her break at the bank. She had decided to use the time to call her sister, so now Ginger was sitting on a bench next to the tree-lined parking lot behind the building, video-chatting with Randi. The two of them had always gotten along well, and today, seeing her little sister's face put a smile on Ginger's. The girl had a darker coat than Ginger's, more brown than tan, but she had the same cluster of white speckles on her face.

"Randi," Ginger said, "if you want to come and visit, you'd be more than welcome. You could stay for your whole winter break, if you want."

"Really?" the girl replied. "That's awesome!"

"I know you'd have a great time here," Ginger said. Then, in a conspiratorial tone, she added, "And I'm not just talking about the warm weather, or seeing the sights."

Randi raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

"Well, remember how you told me you wanted to lose your virginity to the perfect guy?"

Randi's other eyebrow came up next to the first. "Yeah?"

"Well, I've found him."

Randi looked puzzled. "What do you mean? You found me a boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? No. I found the perfect man to have sex with. But I have to warn you: If you fuck him, you may never be interested in regular boys again."

"Who are you even talking about? 'Cause if you mean Tad-"

Ginger couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, no, I don't mean Tad. I'm talking about Mace, Tad's father."

Randi looked stunned. "You're having sex with your father-in-law?"

"Somuch sex. He's got the best cock you'll ever see in your life. And he can really fuck you with it, too. For hours."

Randi was surprised—not only by what Ginger was saying, but by the language she was using. Yes, they had certainly had their fair share of talks about sex, but Randi couldn't remember Ginger using the word 'fuck' so casually, or saying 'cock' at all.

"And Tad is okay with this?" she asked.

"He has to be," Ginger replied. Then she explained to Randi about the arrangement Tad had made with Mace for the two of them to stay in Mace's house.

"It might sound like Mace is taking advantage of me," Ginger said, "but the truth is, I would have ended up fucking him no matter what. This arrangement is the perfect excuse for me to spend every night having mind-blowing sex with him instead of listening to Tad snore.

"And," Ginger went on, "since you're my little sister and I love you, I want you to have the chance to experience him for yourself."

Randi was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "Well, if you think it'll be that good…"

"Oh, it definitely will," Ginger replied excitedly. "One suggestion, though: You don't want to still have your cherry the first time Mace fucks you. It's going to feel enough like your first time as it is. So get a dildo or a vibrator or something and make sure you get your pussy good and ready."

"O- Okay."

A few weeks later, Mace and Ginger went in Mace's truck to pick Randi up at the airport. As they pulled up to the curb at the Arrivals level, Mace recognized the girl immediately—not merely her face, but her body, which he'd seen in a bikini in a beach-vacation picture Ginger had shown him.

Like Ginger when Mace first met her, Randi was a young filly who looked even younger. She was fifteen but scarcely looked a day over twelve, with slim hips and little, pointed, barely-there tits. Mace could see this because the girl had arrived wearing tights and a fitted T-shirt. Mace had never actually been on an airplane—his business was all local, and he'd never had much time or money for fancy vacations—but he supposed that having to sit on a plane for hours probably made it a good idea to dress comfortably.

After Ginger and Randi hugged, Mace helped Randi put her bags in the footwell of the front passenger's seat and suggested that the two sisters sit in the back so they could catch up. Mace figured he'd have plenty of opportunity to get to know Randi when they got back to the house.

Five people was more than the kitchen table could handle, so shortly after Mace and the girls arrived home, the family ate their dinner in the house's small dining room, which was more often used for repairing small appliances and for Ronnie's collectible card games than for meals.

Then, after an hour of chit-chat in the living room, Ginger announced that she was ready to go up to bed. As she kissed Tad goodnight and Randi stood up from her chair, looking a little unsure, Mace stood up too and took Randi's small hand in his big one.

"Let me show you upstairs," he said.

Mace knew that Ginger had explained the "sleeping arrangements" to Randi, and what was going to happen that night—and probably for every night of Randi's visit. So as soon as Mace, Ginger, and Randi went into the bedroom and closed the door, Mace turned to Randi.

"You're every bit as pretty as the pictures Ginger showed me," Mace said. Then, moving so close that his muscular chest was touching Randi's tiny breasts, Mace leaned down and murmured in her ear, "I'm looking forward to seeing more of you." Randi blushed deeply.

"Let's get undressed," he rumbled.

Randi's legs went weak and shaky. While she had prepared herself for what was coming in a physical sense, and although she had thought about—and fantasized about—what this moment might be like, the reality was already more intense than what she had imagined. Ginger had texted and emailed Randi plenty of pictures of Mace, but seeing what he looked like was not the same as being in his presence: feeling hisbasso profundovoice resonate inside her chest, smelling his intensely masculine scent, seeing the way he looked at her with naked desire.

Still, Randi at least managed to hold up her arms so that Mace could lift her tank top up and off. Then, behind her, she felt Ginger undo Randi's bra and tug it away, baring Randi's perky little breasts to Mace's gaze.

Mace stripped off his shirt, then leaned down and kissed Randi. His big hands soon went to her tits and gently fondled them.

In her lifetime to date, Randi had kissed a few guys and been felt up by one, but those experiences didn't begin to compare to this. Feeling Mace's big body against hers made her want to mash her own body against it, and feeling his lips pull her own mouth open and his tongue push inside made her close her lips around that tongue and suck on it, pulling it deeper into her mouth. She felt like she was swimming in a river of her own sexual desire, and the current was growing stronger with every breath she took.

As Mace kissed Randi, his hands moved from her front to her upper back, pulling her close so that those small, perky breasts were pressed against his muscular chest. He remembered that the first time he saw Ginger, he'd thought she had the body of a teenager; now, as he held her sister, he found the filly's body even more delightfully youthful. His dick hardened in anticipation of getting inside Randi's teenage pussy.

For the fun of it, he lifted her up in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued kissing. The growing bulge in his pants was pressing against her wide-open crotch, and that seemed to excite Randi, judging by the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and used the leverage to grind against him as they kissed.

Ginger was sitting on the bed as she watched this scene, and she was feeling a mix of positive emotions. She was pleased with herself for having arranged to give Randi this gift, and that Randi was obviously enjoying it. She didn't feel any jealousy toward her sister; if she were going to get jealous over Mace fucking other girls, it would have happened long before now. In fact, watching him get her sister so aroused was arousing Ginger, too—enough that she was anxious to see Mace and Ginger move on to the next step. So Ginger stood up and stripped naked, hoping this would cue them to finish getting naked themselves.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mace saw Ginger take off her clothes and then sit back down on the bed and start toying with her clit. He'd seen this sort of thing happen before—a filly or mare getting aroused watching Mace fuck a different one—and he was pleased to see Ginger react that way, especially when the filly in question was her little sister. But he also got Ginger's hint that it was time to move things along, and he agreed.

He put Randi down, laying her on the bed. Then his thick fingers hooked the waistband of Randi's tights and panties and pulled them down simultaneously. The tights stretched long as Mace pulled them over Randi's feet, then snapped back as they came off.

Now, the teenager was fully nude, and as Mace undid his pants, he took a good look at her young body. Her tan-brown coat was shiny all over. As Mace had already observed, her tits were tiny but perky, and he saw now that they had a little dusting of white specks on the tops of them, like Ginger's ass had. Her hips were slim, more girlish than womanish. And her legs were long and slender. Again, she looked more like a girl who was just barely past her growth spurt than one in her mid-teens.

"How about you turn over," Mace said, dropping his pants to the floor but still wearing his boxers, "and we'll do it doggystyle? A lot of girls find that's the most comfortable way to do it the first time."

Randi rolled over but didn't immediately get up on all fours. Instead, she turned her head to look at Mace.

"Um, are you gonna wear, you know, a condom?"

Mace smiled as he replied, "I never do. I want to be insideyou, not a piece of rubber."

Ginger put a hand on Randi's shoulder. "We can get you some of those next-day pills tomorrow."

"If you decide you want 'em," Mace added. "Some girls like a little risk. Adds to the thrill."

"O- Okay," Randi said.

Now, she got up on all fours. Ginger, still rubbing herself with one hand, put her other hand under one of Randi's for her to hold if she wanted to.

Only now that Randi was facing away from him did Mace take off his boxers. Per the impression he had of Randi so far, this seemed like the best way to introduce her to his cock. Mace had been concerned that the sight of it might intimidate her; this way, her first experience of it would be the feeling of being penetrated by it. She'd have plenty of chances to look at it later and then be amazed at and/or pleased with herself for having taken it in her virgin pussy.

His cock was plenty hard; for Mace, fucking a brand-new pussy didn't require much foreplay. So he got on his knees behind Randi and bent over her, putting his broad chest on her back.

"Ready?" Mace murmured in Randi's ear.

"Oh, God," the girl whimpered. Mace took that as a yes.

He rose up on his knees, took hold of Randi's slim hips, and pushed into her slowly but steadily, savoring the tightness of the filly's teenage pussy and letting her get used to his cock inch by inch. Randi made a sort of continuous, whimpering moan as Mace went deeper and deeper inside her.

"That's it, Randi," Ginger murmured. "You're taking that cock, you're taking it so good…"

Mace hit bottom inside Randi, who was panting and gasping even though she wasn't moving at all. Then, slightly tightening his grip on her hips, he gave her cervix a prod with his cockhead. Randi moaned, and Mace smiled, already looking forward to the moment—probably hours from now—when his cock would burst through that gate and plunge into her womb to show her the ecstasy that came with that special form of penetration.

Moving slowly, he began to fuck her. As he did, he looked at Ginger, who was watching with utter fascination.

Ginger had never thought of herself as bisexual, at least not very bisexual. One time, she had let Tad take her to a topless club and purchase a lap dance for the two of them. Ginger had appreciated the skill behind the busty dancer's erotic movements, and she had enjoyed the sensation of the woman's conditioner-softened hide when she brushed her big breasts against Ginger's face, but the experience hadn't turned her on nearly as much as it had Tad.

But right now, Ginger was becoming aroused, and more so by the moment. And it wasn't just from watching Mace fuck Randi; it was also from watching Randi get fucked. The look on her face as she took that big cock—the closed eyes, the parted lips—was deeply erotic, as were the little sounds Randi made with each of Mace's slow thrusts.

Maybe Ginger's arousal was due to other things, too, like her pregnancy, and getting to watch the act of fucking from a brand-new perspective. But whatever the causes were, they were making Ginger horny enough to seize Randi's face between her palms and kiss her passionately. Randi squeaked in surprise, but then a moment later, her tongue was in Ginger's mouth, and then Ginger's was in Randi's.

Mace, too, was pleasantly surprised—but not overly surprised, as he'd seen this kind of thing happen before. People who were otherwise straight could sometimes go gay if they were turned on in the extreme. He had seen it happen between pairs ofhigh school and college girls he was fucking, and a mom and daughter a couple of times. One time, when he was plowing a woman in front of her cucking-fetishist husband and their teenage son, the father had ended up fucking the son on the bedroom rug.

That last incident had made it into Mace's journal, and so would this one. Seeing Ginger leaning down to kiss her sister, with Ginger's big breasts and pregnant belly hanging beneath her, was pretty damned exciting, and it made Mace start to pick up his fucking pace a little sooner than he would have otherwise.

Randi didn't mind the faster pace at all. Getting fucked by this massively endowed stallion was already the erotic experience of a lifetime, and she wanted more. And being tongue-fucked by her sister at the same time was only adding to her already intense feelings of being entered and penetrated and taken.

Her body began to move of its own accord, pushing forward and back to help that big cock fuck her pussy while simultaneously helping Ginger's tongue fuck her mouth. And it wasn't long before Randi found herself moving faster and faster, forcing that thick cockhead to ram her inner gates again and again, every hit causing a blooming explosion of pleasure deep within her.

"Mmph!" she cried into Ginger's mouth. "Mmph! Mmmph! MMMMMMPH!"

Her pussy, already virgin-tight, seized Mace's cock powerfully as she came. This triggered Mace's own orgasm, making him moan loudly with pleasure and shoot a huge load of his seed up into the girl's virginal womb.

That was only the beginning, of course. As he had on his first night with Ginger, Mace fucked Randi for hours. Then, when that special moment came when Mace and Ginger knew she was ready, Mace laid her on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide, and Ginger, sitting by the top of Randi's head, took the girl's hands in hers. Randi squeezed her sister's hands tight as Mace hammered her cervix harder and harder until at last it surrendered and let his cock ram through it and into the young girl's womb. Randi screamed and screamed, thrashing like a wild animal as she experienced the most powerful climax of her life.

After shooting a load deeper inside Randi than the little filly had ever guessed was possible, Mace let her rest and turned his attentions to Ginger for a bit, giving her a nice deep ass-fuck and bringing her to three climaxes before he excused himself and got washed up. Then he returned to the bed and gave Randi a full hour of womb-fucking, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm and shooting many more loads deep inside her, before they all fell asleep in a tangle on the bed.

Chapter 5: ContractsSummary:

Mace fucks a young girl who's home alone. Later, his two live-in lovers put on a show for him.

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It was a beautiful Friday morning, and Mace was in a good mood. Ginger was just two weeks from her due date, and Mace was looking forward to meeting his new son (according to Ginger's ultrasounds). The boy would also be Mace's grandson, which felt like the best of both worlds.

So Mace had a bit of spring in his step as he approached the high-rise where he'd be inspecting one of the apartments. Water damage had been reported on the ceiling of apartment 7C, so it seemed likely that there was a leak somewhere in 8C. He took the elevator up, found the door, and rang the bell, standing in front of the peephole. The door opened, still on its chain, and a red-coated filly with white ears looked at him through the gap.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Mace, with Buchanan Construction." He pointed to the logo on the pocket of his polo shirt; he always wore one when he visited a private home. "I'm here to look at your pipes."

"Oh, hi," the girl replied shyly. Then she undid the chain and opened the door. "I- I'm Courtney. My mom said you were coming."

As Mace walked in, he neither saw nor heard any sign that there was anyone else at home. He felt a twinge of outrage: Had this girl's parents really left their daughter—a pretty little filly who didn't look a day over twelve, wearing a fairly short skirt—to answer the door for a stranger by herself? Mace knew he was never going to win Father of the Year, but there was a difference between cucking your kids and putting them in physical danger.

But as Mace looked around, his inclination to be judgmental faded. The apartment looked like it had been repainted recently, and there was nothing at all masculine about the color choices. Furthermore, there was a large empty space on the living room wall where, Mace guessed, a big-screen television used to be. Which meant that this girl probably had a divorced mom who needed to be at work right now if she wanted to make rent on this place.

"Well," Mace said, coming just close enough to the girl that she would be able to feel the vibrations caused by his deep voice, "I just need to take a look in your kitchen and bathroom to make sure there's no water leaks."

"Okay," the girl said, moving out of his way.

Mace checked the bathroom first and found no signs of water leakage. Then he went to the kitchen. Courtney was sitting on the couch in the living room area, which was continuous with the kitchen, and when Mace got down on the floor to check under the sink, he noticed her watching him. And when he finished, he found her standing above him.

"So, um, find any leaks?" the girl asked.

"Not yet," Mace replied.

"Do you…" she said, "Do you want a glass of water? Or, or lemonade?"

Mace sat up. "Lemonade sounds nice."

She went to the fridge, got out a plastic pitcher, and poured a couple of glasses of lemonade. She left one glass on the counter and took the other with her back to the sofa.

Seeing the girl open the refrigerator reminded Mace that he hadn't checked there yet. He got up and pulled the fridge away from the wall to reveal a large, roughly oval water stain.

"Here's the problem," he said. "There's a leaky pipe back here. I'm going to have to shut off the water line to the fridge until I can get my people over here."Plumber, drywaller, painter, he thought, making a mental note to bring in one of each.

After he turned off the water and texted the building superintendent, Mace picked up the glass of lemonade from the kitchen counter. But instead of drinking the lemonade in the kitchen, he brought his glass over and sat next to Courtney on the sofa, and Mace saw a familiar look on the girl's face—surprise, anxiety, and excitement. He took a sip before he spoke.

"What are you studying, there?"

"Oh, um, geometry," she replied with a frown.

"Looks like you're having a little trouble with it."

"My, my dad used to help me with this stuff, but…"

Despite never having met him, Mace felt a twinge of anger at Courtney's father. No doubt, he had split on her and her mother, probably some time in the past few months. Mace couldn't imagine any man leaving a hot little piece of ass like this, even if she was his daughter. Now, Courtney had obvious daddy issues.

"Come here, sweetheart," he said, putting his arm around her.

She looked up at him with an expression Mace knew well: that of a young filly who knew that she wanted something, wanted it very much, but couldn't quite articulate even to herself just what it was she wanted.

He smiled at her, then lifted her up and put her on his lap, facing away from him. She squeaked a bit in surprise, but she didn't resist. Mace wrapped his arms around her middle, such that one of his forearms was against the undersides of her little breasts, and held her close to him. Her scent was sweet, being somewhere between a little girl's and a woman's, rousing Mace's paternal and sexual instincts in similar measure.

"A girl like you," he rumbled in Courtney's ear, "deserves the love of a man."

The girl didn't respond, but Mace could hear her breathing harder. And it wasn't just because she was scared, although there was a little of that.

His hands moved to the girl's sides, and he adjusted her position on his lap. Now, the hot bulge in the front of his pants was right between her thighs, nestled against her crotch.

"I want to make you feel good," he murmured in her ear. "The way a man should make you feel."

With his big hands around her middle, he shifted the girl forward and back on his lap, rubbing her panty-clad pussy against the thick bulge in his jeans. The girl didn't try to participate, but neither did she do anything to suggest that she wanted Mace to stop. He could hear her begin to breathe more heavily.

He kept one hand on her hip, continuing to move her, as his other hand reached around to untuck the hem of the girl's T-shirt from the front of her skirt. Then his hand moved up under the shirt, over her flat stomach. His fingertips found the edge of her training bra and pushed beneath it, tracing upward over the girl's small breast until he was cupping it in his hand. The girl gasped, but again, she didn't try to move away.

Now, Mace let go of Courtney's hip. But the girl continued moving on her own to rub her crotch against his, making Mace smile.

He put his hand on her bare thigh and slid it up until he found her pussy-mound where it radiated heat through the thin fabric of her panties. Then he pulled the crotch of those panties aside and began to play with the girl's little virgin pussy. It was so wet that, after several seconds of playing with her clit, he could simply slide his fingertip down the gap between her folds until it found her little entrance. Then, gently, he pushed his finger inside.

The girl whimpered as Mace's finger broke through her hymen. To take her mind off the pain, Mace brought his other hand down between her legs to play with her clit some more. Soon, she was gasping with pleasure as Mace simultaneously finger-fucked her and rubbed her itty bitty clitty.

It was clear to Mace that he wasn't going to be able to get his cock into this sweet young girl's sweet young pussy. Not that it would be impossible, but it would certainly be difficult. Mace wasn't going to inflict that kind of pain on this innocent—okay, a bit less innocent now—and trusting little girl.

Luckily, there was another option.

Shifting Courtney on his lap, Mace raised her up and pushed her legs together just enough to get her panties off, sending them sliding down her legs to dangle from her ankles. Then, before letting Courtney settle back down, Mace unzipped his trousers and took out his hard cock. The girl gasped at the sight of it, and when Mace lowered her back down onto his lap, her small thighs closed around it, holding it in place as she gazed down at it. Mace smiled; even the most innocent young girls seemed to know instinctively that their bodies were meant to hold a cock, even if they didn't know the specifics of how.

Mace let her keep staring as he resumed shifting her forward and back on his lap, such that the girl's soft, smooth thighs were massaging his cock. As they moved together, Mace pulled out his wallet, put it on the side table by the sofa, and pulled a rectangular foil packet from it.

From his extensive experience, Mace had learned that barring any medical problems, most girls—even anal virgins—liked getting fucked in the ass if you did it right. Doing it right included using plenty of lube, which was why Mace always kept a few flat foil-packs of SexGel in his wallet, the way some men kept condoms.

He put some gel on his fingers and resumed finger-fucking Courtney. This time, though, he pushed a second finger into her tight little asshole. Courtney gasped and squirmed in his lap, but she didn't complain, even when Mace pushed his finger in deeper and then started finger-fucking her pussy and asshole simultaneously.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured in her ear.

"Uh-huh…" the girl managed.

Mace kept finger-fucking the girl's holes for another minute or so, by the end of which the girl was moving in time with his fingers, seemingly trying to get them in deeper. More evidence, Mace thought, that girls instinctively wanted to be penetrated.

Now that Courtney was nicely warmed up, Mace pushed a second thick finger into her asshole. The girl gasped loudly, but she didn't stop her gentle writhing on Mace's lap.

By this time, Mace's cock was hard as hell and drooling precum. It needed to get into this hot little girl, and Mace wasn't about to refuse it.

"All right, sweetheart," he said to the girl. "You're gonna love this next part."

He pulled his fingers—now slicked with Courtney's natural lube as well as the artificial one he'd brought—out of Courtney's holes and used the rest of the SexGel to lubricate the length of his cock. Then, putting one hand under Courtney's ass, he lifted her up and then slowly lowered her toward his upright shaft until the head was snug against her asshole. Courtney gasped.

"This is gonna be a little bigger than my fingers," Mace said, "but believe me, once we get going, you're not gonna want me to stop. Now just ease down real slow."

He moved his hands to her hips, and she began to sink down onto his cock, the head opening her little pink hole wide.

"Oh God!" Courtney cried. "Oh God!"

"Just relax, now," Mace said as his cockhead pushed the girl's hole open even wider. "Relax and keep coming down. Take your time."

Courtney sank slowly, inch after inch of Mace's thick shaft gradually disappearing into her wide-stretched asshole. She whimpered and whined the whole time but didn't stop her descent until her small, firm ass alighted on Mace's muscular thighs. Mace put his arms around her and held her to him.

"There we go," he said. "You got all of me up inside you. I knew you could do it."

"W- Wow," Courtney gasped. Between panting breaths, she gasped, "It's- so-big!"

"Thanks, sweetie," Mace said, reaching around to toy with Courtney's clit with one hand and one of her tiny tits with the other. "Let's just sit here for a minute and let you get used to it."

He continued to play with her clit and her little breast, eliciting little squeaks of pleasure. Then, after a minute, he moved his hands under her pert little ass and took firm hold of it.

"Here we go, now," he murmured in her ear.

He began moving her up and down. Her tight anal ring gripped his cock so hard that even with the lube, he had to take it slow. Courtney took a deep breath every time Mace lifted her up, and she let it out in a long shudder when he re-impaled her ass on his cock.

"Mmm, you've got the sweetest little ass…" Mace sighed, giving it a little squeeze. "How does my cock feel inside you?"

"It f- feels," Courtney stammered, "s- s- so…sooo…Oh God, sogood…"

"I'm glad you like it, baby," he replied.

He kept fucking her slowly for a bit longer. Courtney was so small and light that she really didn't have to do anything; Mace could move her up and down on his cock with the strength of his arms alone. He could even move his hands up her sides beneath her top and fondle her little tits with his fingers while he continued to lift her up and down with his palms.

Soon, though, Mace was ready to move to the next stage of things. He loved having his cock buried in this little filly's ass, but he was also anxious to give her a nice big load of his cum, shooting it up where she could feel the heat of it deep inside.

"Ready to go faster?" he asked the panting Courtney.

"Uh-…Uh-huh…" the filly managed.

He went from merely moving her up and down on his shaft to bouncing her gently in his lap. Courtney started making little noises—"Ha…ha…ha…ha…"—every time her ass landed on Mace's thighs and his cock penetrated into her depths.

Over the next several minutes, he gradually sped up, until the little filly was bouncing wildly on his lap. Her little noises had amplified to rhythmic moans and then to shouts of "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

One advantage of Mace's chosen profession was that in the buildings where he worked, he often knew exactly how thick the walls were. Luckily, this apartment building was one of the better ones in that regard.

"I'm gonna…shoot…my cum…inside you…" Mace panted in Courtney's ear. "Deep…inside you…"

"Yes!" the girl cried. "Deep inside!Deep inside!"

Mace fucked her at maximum speed, lifting her ass up and then yanking it forcefully back down onto his lap again and again. Courtney's cries lost their rhythm and turned loud and long.

"Aaaaaaah!" she screamed. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!AAAAAAAH!"

The screaming, spasming girl's already taut asshole tightened around Mace's cock so forcefully that it took a substantial amount of Mace's impressive strength to keep fucking her. Fortunately, Mace only needed to pound Courtney's little ass for a few more seconds before he grunted loudly with orgasmic pleasure and, as promised, shot a huge load of his hot, thick seed deep into the little filly's ass.

When they both finished cumming, Mace kept his cock hilted in Courtney's asshole. It wouldn't do to make a mess on the couch that Mace would then have to clean up—or that Courtney would have to explain to her mother.

Only after he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a wad of the paper towels that he'd found under the kitchen sink did he ease Courtney up off his cock, putting the towels between her ass and his lap to soak up the seed that leaked generously from her gaping hole. Then he put his arms around the girl.

"Did you like that, hon?" he murmured in her ear.

"Y- Yes," the girl said.

Her heart was still racing; Mace could feel it. So he just held her and let her calm down for a couple of minutes before he spoke again.

"When your body has grown a little more," he said, "I'd love to introduce you to the other way of fucking."

"Wow," the girl answered dreamily.

As soon as Mace was satisfied that Courtney's ass was no longer leaking cum, he took her to the bathroom next to her bedroom, and they got cleaned up.

But Mace wasn't done with Courtney yet. Once they were dressed, he led her back to the sofa and sat down with her, pulling her close to his side. Then he picked up her partly finished worksheet from the coffee table.

"Now, before I go," he said, "let's talk geometry. Looks like you're having some trouble with this third problem, here…"

That evening, Mace came home and had dinner with his family: Ginger, Tad, Ronnie, and Randi. At the end of her visit, Randi had decided not to go home; now, she lived at Mace's house and was finishing out the tenth grade at a school in the city.

When bedtime came around, Ginger and Randi went upstairs before Mace did. When he arrived in his bedroom, he found them both waiting for him. They had put candles around the room, and they were each wearing a white lace choker and a filmy white nightgown that concealed virtually nothing of their bodies—not Ginger's handful-sized breasts or her big, round, pregnant belly, not Randi's petite ass and flat stomach. Although it wouldn't stay flat for much longer; given her recent bouts of morning sickness, Mace and Ginger figured Randi was at least ten weeks along.

The girls still had sex with Mace every night, but they didn't always dress up for him like this. In fact, neither of them had worn these outfits for him before.

"Good evening, ladies," Mace said with a small smile. "What's the occasion for all this display of beauty?"

Ginger replied, "We just wanted you to know how happy we are with life in your house."

"It's soooooo much better than living with our parents," Randi added.

"Besides," Ginger said, "it's still my job to satisfy you."

"And since I'm living here now, too," Randi added, "it seems like I ought to, you know, pitch in." She gave Mace a naughty smile.

"So tonight," Ginger said, "before we get to the more serious part of our job, we thought we'd put on a little show for you."

They turned to each other and kissed, slowly and sensually. Ginger ran her hand through Randi's hair, then slowly brought it down her neck and cupped her small breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Although the girls had continued to kiss and touch each other during their nightly fuck-sessions with Mace, Mace knew he hadn't magically turned Ginger and Randi bisexual, or given them an incest fetish. This was mainly for his benefit. And Mace had no problem with that.

The girls kept kissing, opening their mouths wider. Randi put her hands on Ginger's pregnant belly and then moved them up to feel both of her swollen tits. Ginger broke off the kiss just long enough to raise her arms and let her sister pull her filmy nightgown up and off before resuming the kiss.

Briefly, the girls' tongues toyed with each other, in that obvious way that Mace associated with porno movies. Not that he had seen many; he'd never felt much need to watch them, since so much of his life was like a porno movie. Like this moment right here.

After the tongue kiss, Randi lowered her head to one of Ginger's breasts and began to kiss and lick her pink nipple. Ginger's nipples had once been small, but now each one was thick as Ginger's fingertip. Mace liked sucking them sometimes himself, enjoying the way that cylinder of sensitive flesh felt in his mouth.

Not looking away from the girls for a moment longer than necessary, Mace pulled off his polo shirt, then dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, along with his house slippers. Now fully nude, he took hold of his cock, which was beginning to harden, and began to jack himself slowly. He made sure that both Ginger and Randi could see him, at least out of the corner of their eye; since they were putting on a show for him, he figured he'd return the favor at least a little.

The girls switched roles, and now Ginger was sucking Randi's little breasts while using both hands to fondle her own, larger ones. Randi had her arms around Ginger's neck and was moaning softly with her eyes closed. Mace could tell that this response, at least, was no act, and the sight of Randi's arousal made Mace's cock stiffen further, from semi-erect to fully hard. Ginger raised her head from Randi's chest and looked lustily at Mace's thick member, as did Randi.

"That was a very fine show, girls," Mace said as he moved up to the foot of the bed. "So now that you've got me hard, what are we all in the mood for tonight?"

"Tonight is all about you, lover," Ginger replied. "I thought you might like me to teach Randi how to treat these balls."

"Yeah," Randi added, reaching out and fondling Mace's heavy testes. "These beautiful, beautiful balls…"

Joining in the fondling, Ginger added, "…that got us so good and knocked up…"

Mace got on the bed and sat up against the headboard. Both girls lay on their stomachs with their heads between his thighs and started licking and tonguing his big balls.

When it came to the lower-key parts of sex, this was one of Ginger's favorite things to do. Not only did she enjoy swirling her tongue around each of Mace's substantial balls, feeling every detail of them, but every lick reminded her that the baby growing inside her owed its existence to those big, lovely babymakers.

She knew that Mace was watching, so as she and Randi licked his balls, she made sure to engage in a little tongue-play with her sister, too. Ginger's hand also joined Randi's in massaging the length of Mace's cock as they licked.

After several minutes of this, Ginger raised her head and cupped Mace's balls in her hand.

"I think these are starting to get nice and full," she said.

Randi raised her head beside Ginger and demurely asked, "Will you feed us your nice big cumload, Daddy?"

Just as demurely, Ginger added, "We really want it, Daddy."

Mace smiled. "Well, if you girls insist."

Ginger and Randi had planned exactly what they were going to do next: Ginger returned to licking Mace's balls while Randi wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, put her lips to the head, and began to alternately kiss, lick, and suck it. After a couple of minutes of that, Randi took the head of Mace's cock into her mouth and began moving her head up and down so as to continuously massage his glans with her lips.

This was an unprecedented pleasure for Mace—which, given his vast sexual experience, was saying something. This wasn't the first time two females had done this for him, but few of them had been so skilled, and even fewer had such depth of knowledge about what Mace particularly liked. Including the way that Ginger reached over to play with one of Randi's breasts while they pleasured him.

The breast play wasn't just for Mace's viewing enjoyment, though. When Ginger heard Mace's breathing grow heavy, indicating that he was ready for the next step, she gave Randi's breast a quick double squeeze. This was their pre-planned signal that it was time to switch places.

Both girls raised their heads and gave Mace a naughty smile. Then Ginger lowered her face to Mace's lap again and took his cock head between her lips.

Ginger's deepthroat skills had advanced considerably since that night nearly eight months earlier when Mace throat-fucked her for the first time. She no longer needed to lie down with her head tilted back and simply let Mace push his cock past her lips and tonsils. Rather, these days, she could do what she was doing now: grab the base of Mace's cock with both hands, open her mouth wide around the head, and force her head downward, swallowing continuously so as to take inch after inch after inch of his thick shaft down her throat without discomfort.

Meanwhile, while Ronnie played a video game on the downstairs TV, Tad was listening intently at his father's bedroom door. He recognized the distinctive sounds of Ginger deepthroating the man's huge cock, and Tad, God help him, found this especially erotic. He took out his already hard cock and massaged it to the staccato rhythm of those sounds, like an amateur musician playing along with a recording of his favorite band.

Inside the room, Randi said, "Looks like I've got these balls all to myself now."

She lowered her head beneath Ginger's and took one of Mace's big balls in her mouth, where she sucked and tongued it for minutes before switching to the other. Ginger, meanwhile, was using a combination of swallowing and head and body movements to massage Mace's entire cocklength with her lips, tongue, and throat.

Mace felt a climax coming on. And since all of this was being done for his benefit, he felt no need to hold back. All he had to do was give the girls a warning, because he really wanted to see them share his cumload as they had promised.

"Gonna cum…real soon…" he breathed.

Ginger lifted her head up, letting Mace's cock slide out of her throat, the sensation of which made Mace moan. Then she bobbed her head up and down on the end of his cock so that, as Randi had done earlier, Ginger was moving her lips continuously across Mace's glans. But Ginger was doing this at top speed, and Mace could feel his climax rising like a cresting wave.

"Remember, sis," Randi said teasingly, "half that cumload is rightfully mine."

Ginger kept at it, and a moment later, Mace gripped her head and shouted as he shot a huge load. It was more than Ginger's mouth could hold, so she had to swallow some of it right away.

"Don't you dare hog that cum!" Randi shouted. Then she seized Ginger's face, pulled it off of Mace's cock—causing him to shoot the last gout of his seed along Ginger's cheek—and kissed Ginger open-mouthed, taking half of her sister's mouthful of seed for herself.

When the kiss was over, the two fillies looked up at Mace so he could watch them swallow the shared cumload. Then Randi licked the last of it off of Ginger's face and swallowed that, too.

"Well," Mace panted, "that was very nice, ladies." He smiled breathlessly as he added, "I feel very appreciated. Now, what canIdo for the two of you?"

As they often did, Ginger and Randi had played rock-paper-scissors earlier to decide which of them would get fucked first. Randi had won.

"I really need a good womb-fuck, Daddy," Randi said naughtily. "You know, before my pregnancy gets too far along."

"Then fuck me in my ass, please, Daddy," Ginger added.

Randi was ready to fuck, so as soon as Ginger sucked Mace hard again, Randi lay down on her back and lifted her legs high in the air, then spread them wide. She always did that when she wanted to get womb-fucked.

Mace climbed on top of her and pushed in, making Randi groan with pleasure. In her time with Mace, Randi had developed a particular fetish for the act of penetration, so she always savored the moment when he would first push that big cock inside her. It was also why she loved what Mace did next, which was to kiss her and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She used her own tongue to urge him deeper even as she thrust her hips upward to feel his cockhead press hard against her cervix.

When Randi thought about it, her love of penetration was probably also the reason why she hadn't used birth control even once since her first night with Mace. She might not have been consciously aware of it at the time, but deep down, some part of her had perceived being impregnated as the ultimate penetration. Carrying his baby inside her felt a little like having his cock and his cum inside her at all times, to the point that no matter where she was or what she was doing, whenever she thought about the baby growing in her womb, she would get a little horny.

Knowing how aroused Randi was, Mace started pumping her steadily right away. Randi wrapped her arms around his big torso and moved against him, helping him get cervix-deep inside her on every thrust.

"Harder," she panted in his ear. "Break down my door. Invade my helpless little womb."

That was all the encouragement Mace needed to fuck Randi good and hard. Now, she was bucking beneath him, helping him hammer her womb-door again and again.

After three months of getting womb-fucked nightly, Randi didn't need too much cervical abuse from Mace's cockhead before her womb's gate opened up and let him into her deepest place. Even so, for the first entry of the night, Mace always had to ram in hard to force Randi's cervix open. Which was Randi's favorite moment of almost every one of her nights with Mace.

Mace grunted "Nnngh!" and thrust in hard, causing Randi to scream in ecstasy as her cervix gave way and Mace's cock plunged into her womb.

"Nothing feels like that, does it?" Ginger said to Randi, sounding both smug and horny. "I bet when you were jilling off in your twin bed back home that you never even dreamed that you'd experience pleasure like this."

Randi couldn't respond; she could only cry "Ah! Ah! Ah!" in time with Mace's grunts as the big stallion drove his cock into her womb over and over. And even though Mace had battered Randi's cervix into submission, it was still exquisitely tight; to Mace, it felt as though Randi's womb were sucking the head of his cock even as her pussy-channel massaged the rest.

Mace grunted loudly and fired a torrent of cum straight into Randi's deepest place. Feeling the heat of it inside her, Randi screamed and thrashed, Mace's bodyweight being the only thing keeping her from accidentally throwing herself off the bed.

As soon as it was over, and Randi was limp and panting on the bed, Mace pulled out of her, and Ginger immediately took his cock into her mouth. She sucked every bit of excess cum off of and out of it, then gave it a thorough pleasuring with her lips and tongue to ensure that Mace would stay good and hard.

"I'm ready for my turn, Daddy," she said eagerly.

Mace smiled at her. Sometimes it was hard to believe that the hesitant, coltish filly he'd met eight and a half months ago had turned into this brazen, heavily pregnant slut.

"Looks like you gotmeready for your turn, too, sweetheart," he replied, glancing down at his substantial erection.

Ginger's usual favorite position for anal sex was mating press, with her ass canted upward to line up her hole with Mace's cock. But right now, her big, pregnant belly made assuming that position infeasible. So instead, she got up on all fours, positioning herself crosswise from Randi so that Ginger's tits were hanging right above the girl's face. Randi, now recovering from her womb-fuck, got the hint and started sucking one of Ginger's nipples as Mace moved around to the side of the bed and eased his cock into the heavily pregnant filly's asshole.

Mace sighed with pleasure as he hilted in Ginger's ass. Her hole might not have been as tight as that of preteen anal virgin Courtney, but burying his cock deep inside Ginger was always a pleasure, regardless of which entrance he used.

Ginger moaned softly when Mace's big balls came to rest against her pussy. Even though she had been taking every inch of Mace's big cock every morning and night for the better part of a year, it never felt any less than deeply, utterly satisfying to hold the entirety of that huge male member inside her body. She loved the way Mace filled her so completely, the way he always so easily took ownership of her body and yet made sure to treat it right.

He started fucking her, just fast enough for his hips to bounce lightly off her ass, which had grown a bit more plush over the past few months. Randi's hands reached up and pulled Ginger's ass-cheeks apart, helping Mace get a few millimeters deeper into Ginger's body on each thrust. Ginger moaned.

"I love your cock in my ass, Daddy," she whimpered.

"I love putting it in your ass, baby," Mace rumbled.

Unlike Mace, Ginger hadn't yet cum, and her soaking-wet pussy and moans of pleasure were letting him know that she was eager for an orgasm. So even though Mace could have taken Ginger's assfuck nice and slow, he started pumping her harder, his hips bouncing more vigorously off her ass. Ginger's moaning grew louder.

Randi had come to enjoy listening to the sounds Ginger made when Mace fucked her. Not only were they erotic, but they reminded Randi that even though Ginger was the older sister, she was just as much a willing slave to that big, thick, deep-penetrating cock as Randi herself was.

The thought made Randi want to hear more. She took her mouth from Ginger's breast and instead began to squeeze Ginger's breasts with both hands as she spoke.

"Fuck her harder, Daddy. I wanna hear her cum."

Mace squeezed Ginger's ass as he continued pumping her. "You want to cum, baby?"

"Yes…" Ginger gasped. "Please…"

Mace fucked Ginger full throttle, turning her moans into screams. Randi grabbed Ginger by the shoulders to keep her stable on the bed so that Mace could get balls-deep in her ass on every powerful thrust.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck her!" Randi cried, having to shout to be heard over Ginger's screams. "Fuck her and shoot it deep in her ass!Reallydeep in her ass!"

Being cheered on like this was a big turn-on for Mace. He pounded Ginger's ass, making her asscheeks jiggle violently and eliciting a long, loud, rising whine from Ginger.

"HHRRRAAAAH!" Mace shouted, and as his hot load shot deep into Ginger's bowels, she screamed "AAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!" as she came.

Randi watched them both as they recovered. As soon as Mace had caught his breath, she looked at him demurely.

"More, please, Daddy?"

"Yes, more, please," Ginger added, still panting a little.

"Of course, girls," Mace replied, smiling and putting one of his big hands on each filly's bare ass. "I'll give you all you want."

Out in the hallway, Tad headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Chapter 6: EpilogueNotes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

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It had been three months since the birth of Ginger and Tad's son, Nate (short for Nathaniel, Tad's grandfather's name). Mace doted on the baby boy and was happy to endure his employees' jokes about Mace being a grandpa now. Mace even let Ginger sleep in the bedroom with Tad and Nate so that she could nurse the baby without having to get up and go down the hall.

Randi seemed to enjoy having Mace to herself. The girl just starting her third trimester and would be giving birth at the beginning of summer—whether to a boy or a girl, they didn't know, because Randi wanted it to be a surprise. Randi still enjoyed having Mace squeeze and fondle her now somewhat larger tits in his big hands each night before he fucked her in the pussy and ass for hours, making her scream with orgasm again and again.

After dinner that evening, Mace asked Ronnie and Randi to do the dishes. Meanwhile, Mace sat down with Tad and Ginger.

"So," he said, "we've reached the end of our one-year deal. Do you two feel ready to get a place of your own?" Mace was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it, anyway.

"The truth is," Tad said slowly, "we're…not quite ready to move out. My business isn't taking off the way I'd hoped, at least not yet. I need some more time."

Mace nodded. "There's should be enough spare crawlspace upstairs to build a nursery. My guys could do it in a week. If, that is…"

He wrapped his arm around Ginger's shoulder, pulled her close, and looked at her face as he finished, "…we renew our deal."

Ginger looked at him excitedly. "That sounds fair to me." Then she looked at Tad. "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

"Um, sure," Tad fumbled. "Yeah, that, that would be okay."

"Well then," Mace said, "I suppose it's time for bed."

"Oh, yes," Ginger replied. Looking at Tad, she said, "Put Nate down for the night, would you? I'll come feed him later."

They went upstairs, and within minutes, Tad heard Ginger crying out in pleasure. And as soon as Nate fell asleep, Tad was in the upstairs hallway, pleasuring himself like mad.

The next morning, Mace was about to leave for work when he got a call. It was from an area code he didn't recognize, but his phone wasn't flagging it as possible spam.

The other strange thing was that it was a video call. Mace only rarely got those, and when he did, the caller was usually some mare he'd fucked at some point and who was now drunk and hoping for a little phone sex, probably with her husband or boyfriend in the next room. But those calls usually came late at night on the weekend, not mid-morning on a Tuesday.

Mace's curiosity won out, and he answered. On the screen appeared a teenage filly with a stocky build. Her coat was roan, but she had a paint mark on her forehead the same color as Mace's coat. Which was why Mace recognized her immediately, even though she had changed a lot since the last time he saw her.

"Sarah," he said, his eyebrows rising a hair.

"Hi…Dad."

"How are you? You look terrific."

"I'm, I'm good."

Mace swallowed. "Look, I'm sorry that I- that I haven't-"

"It's okay," Sarah cut in. "Mom told me that she didn't want me to see you. And…she told me why."

Mace swallowed again. "I see."

"But…" she went on, scratching behind her ear, "just because I can't come visit you doesn't mean I don't want to know you. To know my dad."

Mace sat down, holding the phone in front of him like a precious thing.

"I…I want to know you, too," he said. "So…what do you like to do?"

"Well, I like sports. Right now, I'm doing field events—javelin and shot put."

"Really? I was a shot putter myself when I was your age! I did the hammer throw, too."

"I tried that, but it made me too dizzy." She chuckled. "I almost puked right there on the field."

Mace chuckled, too. "So what else have you been up to? How's school?"

"It's been okay. My favorite subject is history, and probably my worst is science, but this year…"

Mace just closed his eyes and listened to his daughter talk about her life. He had experienced many pleasures in his time, but this rivaled any of them.

Notes:

Some author's notes about "Stallion":

My original idea for this story was different from the end result. The main character was going be the uber-macho father from my previous story "Rough Night" (http/original. ?no=600108499), which is about a young bear who gets raped by his older brothers and then, later, by the father. It is mentioned during the story that the father is always bringing girls to his room to fuck—sometimes with their full consent, sometimes with less. But I ultimately rejected this idea, for a couple of reasons: First, I wanted the main character to be a bit more sympathetic than the complete asshole / rapist from "Rough Night." Second, even though straight sex is mentioned in that story, all of the action that is described in detail is male-on-male, so I was concerned that people who enjoyed "Rough Night" wouldn't necessarily want to read a sequel that features only heterosexual sex.

I confess that Mace is in some ways a masculine version of Mia from my previous story, "Mia: Confessions of a Dickgirl." Both characters are extremely promiscuous and seductive, enjoy helping women and girls cheat on their husbands or boyfriends, and are always excited by the prospect of knocking a girl up. Also, both Mace and Mia have structured their work lives so as to give them access to a variety of women and girls. And both have big dicks. :)

Part of the inspiration for this story came from an incident at work a few years ago. A female coworker and I were in the cafeteria when she saw a man—I think he was a firefighter—whom she found viscerally and overwhelmingly attractive, to the point that she was fanning herself on the elevator on our way back to the office. When I envisioned Mace, that's the effect that I imagined him having on women.

I don't actually know a lot about horses, so I had to do some research on the internet regarding the colors and patterns their coats come in. I also made a list of the coat colors of every female character with whom Mace has sex to make sure I wasn't making them look too much like one another.

While most of my furry stories are set in worlds that are clearly different from our own, Mace's world is as much like ours as I could make it. Mainly, this is because I didn't want readers to think that Mace's ability to get with all those women and girls was due to his world having different cultural norms (eg, a more permissive attitude towards promiscuity and casual sex) or to some biological trait of the equines of the Mace's world. Rather, I wanted readers to have the impression that Mace seduces women through his sheer masculine presence and his charm.

Nonetheless, Mace's world is not our world, and I had to keep that in mind. In chapter 5, I changed "don't you dare bogart that cumload" to "don't you dare hog that cumload," because while Mace's world has hogs, it never had Humphrey Bogart. :)

I see Mace as someone who has extremely strong reproductive instincts. These drive his constant need for sex but also his love of being a father.