“Yep. They sure did. But they didn’t get me pregnant, Rico. You did. I’ve always been able to sense that kind of stuff. And you may think I’m crazy, but I felt it when your little sperm cells ‘swam’ their way up into my uterus, and one of ’em entered my egg cell. And that happened before Henry ever started fucking me. Don’t you remember right after you finished fucking me that night, and I was begging Carl to help me get your sperm out of my pussy?”
“Yeah, I thought you were just acting crazy,” Rico said to Sally, as he was starting to enjoy the feeling of having his prostate massaged by Jerry’s firm, fat dick-head.
“I was. But there was a damn good reason for it. I knew that you had just gotten me pregnant. And you were the last person in that room that night that I wanted to have a baby with.”
“Is that what this is all about?” Rico asked. “You’re mad ‘cuz I got you pregnant?”
“No. You still don’t get it,do you? I love you, Rico! Remember when we made love the rest of that night? Well, I don’t know how you felt about it, but that was real for me. And that’s why I’ve been datin’ you all this time, and hopin’ that you’d be happy to become my husband, and a father to our child.
“But now, there’s no way I want you to ever be around my baby. And yes, you just heard me right. I said my baby. And that’s ‘cuz it’s not your baby anymore, Rico. You’re nothin’ but a fucking low-life rapist who gets pleasure out of degradin’ women, just like Jerry’s degradin’ you right now to give you a small taste of your own medicine.
“The ironic thing is, you’re really startin’ to enjoy gettin’ butt-fucked, aren’t you? I mean, you’re gettin’ another hard-on, for Christ’s sake.”
“I can’t help it,” Rico admitted, feeling totally emasculated. “It feels really good, just like you said it would.”
“Carl,” Sally called out, “Would you please come over here, and jack off this young man, so he can get some relief.”
“Sure. I’d be more than happy to oblige,” I said, stepping over to the side of the metal table, and reaching across to grab hold of Rico’s blood-engorged dick-shaft, so that I could begin hand-pumping up and down on it, while Jerry continued to relentlessly pound away at Rico’s rectum with his super-wide penis.
Oh fuck! I’m gettin’ ready to cum!” Jerry proudly announced to everyone. “Hold on tight there, Rico. This bronco’s about to buck!”
And then Rico felt the warm jets of Jerry’s sperm inside his rectum, and the pulsating head of Jerry penis throbbing up against his prostate gland. And with Jerry riding his butt like a bucking bronco, and me jacking him off at the same time, Rico just couldn’t take it anymore. And he began squirting his sperm all over the metal table top underneath him.
Sally moved the still-recording cell phone in for a close-up shot of Rico’s ejaculating penis, and then panned the phone away to show Jerry’s penis finally being pulled out of Rico’s butt-hole. And then she moved the cell phone in again for a close-up of Jerry’s sperm that was oozing out of Rico’s still-relaxed, and stretched-wide-open asshole.
Jerry jumped off the metal table, and said, “Boy, you were one hell of a fuck! I’ll give you that. And it was my privilege to rape you just now. I love my nieces. And I’ll do anything for ’em. Even if it means fucking a low-life like you in the ass.”
“Well, Rico,” Cindy said. “I hope you’ve learned something from all this today.”
“I have,” Rico said, feeling thoroughly degraded and used.
“Good!” Cindy said, closing Rico’s switchblade knife back up, and then throwing it at him from just a couple feet away, as hard as she could, hitting him right in the dick with it, and making him scream out in pain.
Then Cindy turned around, with a huge smile on her face, and walked away.
As Sally was following her older sister out of the abandoned warehouse, she glanced back over her shoulder, and called out to Rico, “Good riddance, Pendejo!” as she stooped down to Rico’s level for just a moment to call him an “asshole” in Spanish, as the very last word that he would ever hear coming out of her mouth.
Jerry and I each took our time, cutting off one of the pantyhose bindings from Rico’s ankles (using our own pocket knives, that we had brought along with us), and then left the dilapidated warehouse, to join the girls who were already sitting out in the gold Ford Windstar minivan.
On the way out, Jerry and I were chatting away like magpies. We were both very excited, because we had big plans for the night. And best part was that both Cindy and Sally were already on board with everything. Basically, Jerry was going to fuck Sally, while I was having sex with Cindy at the same time, and in the same bed. And then, both sisters had agreed to put on a lesbian “sex show” for us men during our refractory periods; after which I was going to have “sloppy seconds” with my own wife, Sally, while Jerry was busy doing the same thing with Cindy.
I jumped into the minivan’s driver seat, with Cindy in the front seat beside me. And Jerry climbed into the short bench seat in the middle, right behind the driver and passenger seats, to sit next to Sally.
“So, are you guys ready to go have some more fun now?” I asked everyone in the minivan.
“Hell yes!” Jerry said loudly. “But I want some pussy this time.”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Sally said, gently squeezing Jerry’s hand in hers, “My pussy’s all yours tonight.”
“Hey, that’s no fair!” I quickly piped up. “You’re supposed to share your pussy with both of us tonight. Remember?”
“Yeah. But Jerry’s got first dibs on it. So why don’t you quit worryin’ about me, and focus on that hot little ginger sittin’ next to you? You prefer her pussy over mine, anyway.”
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“Well, duh!” Sally sarcastically replied. “All you ever seem to want to do lately is watch other men fuck me.” And then she leaned over to give her Uncle Jerry a long, passionate French-kiss.
“Well, so what? You prefer Jerry’s dick over mine,” I shot back.
“You’re damn right I do!” Sally enthusiastically agreed, “But at least, I’m not afraid to admit it.”
And then Sally went right back to French-kissing Jerry, while she was reaching down into his crotch with her hand, and grabbing hold of the perpetual bulge at the front of his pants.
Jerry pulled away from her mouth just long enough to say, “Whoa there, Little Lady! Not so fast. I’ve gotta get cleaned up first.”
“Tell ya what. I’ll go back inside, and get that dirty old rag for you,” Sally said with a straight face, and then they both broke out laughing at her witty remark.
“Like hell you will!” Jerry chided her, still chuckling a little, and then quickly resumed trading saliva with Sally in the middle-row bench seat of the minivan.
Cindy reached over, took my right hand, and placed it between her legs, right onto her pants-covered vulva, saying to me, “Babe, I’ve got your pussy right here. And I’m so horny right now, I can’t see straight. So what are we waitin’ for? Let’s get out of here.”
Upon hearing that, I stomped on the accelerator pedal, squealing the minivan’s tires in the process, as it lurched out onto the road, heading straight for Jerry’s apartment.
Meanwhile, Rico was still on top of the metal table, buck naked, covered in urine and semen, with both hands securely handcuffed together, as he heard the minivan drive away outside the warehouse, when I’m sure the horrible realization had to have hit him like a rock, that he was going to have to get himself out of this unsavory predicament somehow.
And although my family never heard from Rico again, he eventually ended up becoming one of the most notorious rapists in the Austin, Texas area. What made him so notorious was that, after that session with us in the old warehouse, Rico stopped raping women, and abruptly switched over to raping men. More specifically, he preyed on older heterosexual Latino men. The Hispanic community gave him the nickname of “El Puto”, which roughly translates from Spanish to mean “The Male Whore”.
According to the Austin police detective who finally captured him, Rico liked to cross-dress, and was quite convincing at playing the role of a woman–albeit a flat-chested one–thanks to his God-given effeminate facial features and slender body type. So Rico would go out to the bars, while dressed as a woman, and troll for inebriated Hispanic men.
After he would pick up an elderly male victim at a bar, Rico would take that man miles away from the city, to a dilapidated barn that was located on his uncle’s sprawling, 120-acre hunting lease property. And he would tie his victim’s ankles down with women’s pantyhose. And then Rico would urinate on his victim while making that poor man jack off in front of him, before he would forcefully butt-fuck the crap out of him (without using any type of lubricant–not even saliva), and finally force his victim to suck his feces-and-blood covered dick until he came inside the poor guy’s mouth, all the while threatening to cut off his victim’s penis with his switchblade knife if that victim didn’t cooperate with him completely. And even though Rico’s male victims would inevitably scream and carry on, it didn’t really matter, because they were so far out in the country that no one was around to notice their desperate calls for help.
Mind you, this was the very same man that my wife had fallen head-over-heels in love with, after Rico had gotten her pregnant while raping her in a hotel room, right in front of me. Go figure…
But I guess I really shouldn’t complain about that too much, because I still feel guilty about the fact that I ended up raping my own wife too in that hotel room, right after Rico and Henry did. Frankly, I don’t know what got into me, but at the time, gang-banging my wife with two other guys in that hotel room just felt like the right thing to do.
And to this day, Sally doesn’t hold it against me either. My wife understands male sexuality–and what makes men “tick”–much better than the vast majority of women out there do. And I should know, because I have been the direct beneficiary of that “understanding” on many occasions in the past.
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