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Breeding Asstr

Cindy was not surprised when Jason entered her
room without knocking. Though she expected him and knew what was
coming, and had mentally braced herself for another screwing by
a large black man, the sudden reality made her tense and nervous.
She shyly covered her privates with one hand while crossing one
arm over her breasts. She held her bent knees together, looking
up at Jason with the fear of a trapped animal projected in her
eyes.


Jason came to stand at the foot of her bed, looking
down on her huddled nakedness. Cindy was surprised when Eva entered
and quietly took up a position near the side of the bed. In the
three months since Eva came to work for them, the two had become
close friends. Though five years separated their ages, they were
like equals, peers--girlfriends.


Eva impressed Cindy at the ease with which she
took to wearing the obscene maid's uniform that her mother demanded
she wear without any underwear. Since she had to wear the extremely
brief costume everywhere, even to do the daily shopping or to
run errands in town, Cindy accompanied her when she could, even
more impressed by the way Eva handled herself in public.


Everyone knew the shapely blonde was Estelle's
maid, so she had no fear of being bothered by authorities or troublesome
men. She carried on her business as if she were dressed for a
business luncheon, though the top half of her breasts were exposed
to the crest of each nipple, and her back was naked to the tops
of her ass globes. The skirt was so short that, were it not for
the small ruffled apron, her naked pussy would show.


From the rear, if Eva bent even slightly, she
proved she was a girl, and a natural blonde one besides. When
Eva needed to bend down, she did so without the slightest regard
to who was behind her and she'd bend from the waist with straight
legs. Cindy admired that as well, for she was often behind Eva,
and was given many opportunities to study her girlfriend's vagina--rarely
did she study alone.


Cindy admired Eva's more mature female features
and the carefree way she displayed them. Cindy particularly liked
Eva's large breasts, and she thought Eva's legs were even shapelier
than her own. More than anything, though, Cindy liked Eva's pussy.
She thought they could pass for twins if only their pussies could
be seen. The only major difference that Cindy could tell was that
Eva had bigger inner labia lips that naturally hung an inch past
the outer labia lips, making hers look more obscene when viewed
from the rear. Cindy could get hers out that far as well, but
she had to be aroused and had to pull them out. She did so quite
often in an attempt to have her pussy look like Eva's.


Eva knew of Cindy's fascination with her vagina,
and she made Cindy feel at ease about staring. She knew Cindy
got off on seeing her display herself before townsfolk, and Eva
put on obscene displays for Cindy's benefit. They never openly
discussed this aspect of their relationship, though Eva would
have been happy to do so. She always answered any question Cindy
posed with total openness and honesty. Cindy was moving closer
to discussing why, though she felt totally heterosexual, she was
fascinated with other female bodies, Eva's vagina in particular.


Seeing Eva enter the room was a pleasant surprise,
in a way, but they were not ready for this level of intimacy.
Her presence was an added inhibiting factor. Jason drew Cindy's
attention away from Eva as he said, while unbuckling his belt,
"Cindy, sweetheart, I have a job to do and I expect your
full cooperation."


He kicked off his shoes, unzipped, and dropped
his pants. Cindy stared, wide-eyed at his tented boxer shorts,
then her eyes opened wider when they came down.


Jason fisted his rapidly swelling organ, saying,
"This is between you and your mother. I'm just the hired
help. Now, scoot your ass down to the edge and make me a good
spread."


Cindy eyed the rigid black cock, then slowly relaxed.
She scooted to the foot of the bed, blushing deeply, then assumed
a widespread position by drawing her legs up and laying her knees
out. She held herself open by placing her hands on the insides
of her thighs near the knees, then waited with bated breath.


Jason aimed his cock at her vulnerable spread,
saying, "I'll go easy at first. Try to relax, sweetheart."


The head forced its way in past her vaginal ring
of muscle, making Cindy wince. The rest went in gradually over
several minutes until Cindy was, once again, stuffed with thick
black cock meat, and once again feeling those delightful sensations.


Cindy strained to see, and Eva assisted by placing
two pillows behind her head, saying, "Is that better?"


Cindy watched Jason's cock take full possession
of her tight pussy over the course of several minutes. He then
began screwing her slowly with short strokes, then built gradually
to long strokes that built in intensity. Before long, Cindy gyrated
on his plunging member, offering as wide a spread as possible,
moving her hands to frame the juncture of their copulating genitals.
Her delicate hands made an ideal frame for the exciting display
of interracial mating--a jet black cock against a background of
pink, white, and fine blonde hairs, all shiny wet and in motion.


She came twice mostly from the erotic sight before
Jason stiffened and began pumping her white twat full of thick,
rich, African American male baby juice. The fullness of her packed
vagina made the interracial fuck sauce squish out at the wafer
thin edges of her labia lips.


As Jason slowly withdrew, Eva stepped up and placed
her hand around his cock. She milked his spend as he withdrew,
forming a seal at her pussy to try to prevent more seepage. When
he withdrew completely, Eva began using her fingers to scoop the
seepage, wiping her fingers inside Cindy's cunt. Cindy loved watching
Eva do that. They exchanged looks and smiles often.


When the outside of Cindy's pussy was relatively
clean, Jason stepped behind Eva. He placed his hand at the nape
of her neck and applied gentle pressure, pressing Eva's face toward
Cindy's beaver. Cindy's eyes grew big as she watched Eva go with
the pressure, showing only slight reluctance. Their eyes locked
just as Eva's head went between her legs. The first swipe of Eva's
tongue electrified Cindy and brought forth a long moan. Others
followed as Jason stripped Eva of her maid's uniform. When Eva
was as naked as Cindy, Jason picked her up by the hips and swung
her over Cindy in reverse. He placed them in the classic sixty-nine.


Cindy stared up into the most beautiful pussy
she'd ever seen. She studied the features for a long moment, then
began licking, sucking, and nibbling in turn. Jason watched for
a few minutes, then eased out, leaving them alone.


The two aroused females attacked each other's
loins like famished lesbians. They shared many orgasms over a
twenty-minute period, then collapsed with exhaustion. Each rolled
to their side to face each other, but remained head to toe, toying
with the pussy near their faces.


Each lay with the top leg cocked to facilitate
the reverent fondling of the other's feminine grotto. In addition,
Cindy played with Eva's large breasts and continued to plant sucking
kisses to Eva's clit and inner labia lips. Occasionally, she'd
see wetness seeping from Eva's hole and lean in to run her tongue
deep in Eva's pussy hole. When she did this, Eva raised her leg
straight up, pointing her toes at the ceiling. Cindy swabbed the
inside walls thoroughly before going back to kissing the outer
parts.


Cindy laid her cheek high on Eva's inner thigh.
To give Cindy full access, Eva rested her foot on Cindy's shoulder.
Eva wanted to reciprocate, but her job was to keep sperm in Cindy,
not lick the sperm out. Eva kept her right thumb plugging Cindy's
hole. She simply kept a glowing fire in Cindy's twat with gentle
finger manipulations and occasional kisses.


After a long silence, Cindy said, "I love
your beautiful pussy, Eva."


"Yes, I know. I've know for some time. You
seem very happy, now."


"Oh, I am. I could do this forever."


"I could let you. I like the way you use
your lips and tongue. I like the way you lick deep inside to get
at all of my pussy juice. You are very talented, or very hungry."


"I'm both. Eva, are you keeping me plugged
to help me get pregnant?"


"That's a strange job, don't you think."


"I've had stranger jobs, but this is strange,
pleasantly strange."


"I'll bet you think my mother is crazy, huh?"


"I thought so when I was first hired by her."


"Why did you agree to work for her?"


"I had no choice. It was that, or languish
in your county jail getting raped a dozen times a day."


"Nothing. I was just passing through on my
way out west. I looked too good to let pass through. Same old
story. Men always find a way. You learn to accept it. Your mother
arranged my release after I pleaded guilty to whatever they charged
me with. I still don't know, but I do know I have a real criminal
record as a result. I had to agree to be her maid as a condition
of parole. I have a three year probation. One slip, and I get
deported after I serve out my time in your jail."


"I suppose, but I'd get picked up and returned
here sooner or later. I am always being detained by the law. Besides,
one place is as good as another. So far, this hasn't been that
bad. I'm not shy, you know, and no one has raped me, yet. To tell
the truth, I've been pretty disappointed in that. I've not had
a good screwing since I came to work here. I'm not accustomed
to going so long without a real cock. I think that's about to
change, though."


"Have you ever been in a situation like this
before?"


"Not like this, but I've seen my fill of
bizarre American families. Blonde Swedish maids are a big thing
here. I play that up and look for live-in positions as a domestic."


"You don't have much of an accent."


"I've been in this country since I ran away
at fourteen. I can turn it on if I want. It depends on the job.
This is now my natural accent."


"I'll bet you've had some wild experiences.
Just seeing how people react to you. It's like everyone wants
to either fuck you or eat you, even little kids, even mothers
with little kids. It's amazing."


"I've seen and done all, Cindy, even kids,
even mothers with kids. You Americans are not as free and open
about sex, but you are twice as dirty and nasty. I've come to
see openness as leading to a healthy sexual environment. Repression
always leads to nastiness and decadence. The more repressed a
society is, the nastier the people get. The bible belt is the
worst."


"What was the nastiest place you ever saw?"


"That's easy. It's a tiny town in Utah, maybe
Idaho, a community of outcast Mormons. They've evolved in isolation
and created the most repressive and prudish, but also the most
decadent. Shady Corners proves my point."


"Where to start. For one, women can't fuck
except to procreate, but men are expected to fuck all they want.
They have a town whore. That's what I was doing there. I could
only take it for a month."


"They punish their women by making them mate
with dogs in public, shaved of all body hair and covered in filth.
Is that decadent?"


"They are real big on public humiliation,
and they have something really bizarre going on in their school.
They breed their fertile girls to outsiders in orgies run by the
council of elders. I couldn't attend one, but I heard about them
from a number of people, and seeing a pregnant twelve-year-old
in that town was commonplace. Half of all girls of age are showing.
If you ask me, if they didn't keep their bitches barefoot and
pregnant, there wouldn't be a Shady Corners. I never saw so many
damn kids in such a small town. They must lose them as fast as
they make them. I sure wouldn't stick around there. Women are
no better than livestock, and they never let you forget it."



[Read about Shady Corners in the story, " Town Whore ".]


"I'll bet you never worked
for anyone like my mother, though."


"Actually, several that were much worse or
hornier. There was one lady that was very twisted. She also ruled
the roost. She had two kids, a girl of fourteen, and a boy of
sixteen. Her husband was a real pussy whipped wimp. Your father
may be pussy whipped, but he's no wimp. I find him rather attractive."


"Yes, and he's nuts about you, too. Tell
me more."


"Well, her thing was controlling all the
sex that went on in her home. She was a compulsive masturbator,
but no one else was allowed to masturbate. She acted like masturbation
was the crime of the century for anyone but a wife and mother.
She liked to keep everyone horny and frustrated while only she
got off.


"She hired me to make them hornier. God,
I never ate so much pussy as I did working for her. I never wanted
a cock so bad in my life, but I never got to fuck either of her
guys. And, boy, did they ever want to fuck me, too. My uniform
at that house was a maid's hat and five-inch spike heels, and
that's all. She also made me keep my pussy shaved, and I shaved
hers as well.


"Whenever she sat down, I had to get on my
hands and knees and lick her pussy. It didn't matter where in
the house we were, either. At dinners, after I served everyone,
I got under the table and served her snatch. When they watched
TV, I was eating her cunt. She liked having her two kids sit on
either side of her. She'd lay her legs over their laps.


"She positioned her furniture so that her
husband's chair faced my rear beaver while I ate her out. It drove
the poor man crazy, me, too, because I couldn't masturbate either.
I had to sleep at the foot of her bed with my hands tied behind
my back. I couldn't even go to the bathroom in private. Someone
always had to go with me, and we had to leave the door wide open.
Let me tell you, that is embarrassing. Taking a crap in front
of a horny sixteen-year-old boy is the ultimate in embarrassment."


"I can imagine. Why did you stay even one
day?"


"I don't know. It was something new and different,
and she was a sexy bitch. Still, I only stayed a few weeks."



[You can read about this bizarre family in the
story, " The Matriarch ".]


"Tell me about some of
the things you've done."


"Where to begin. I don't do a lot of hitchhiking.
When I do, it's because I need some excitement. I'm ready for
a change of scenery, or a new sexual adventure. A seventeen-year-old
Scandinavian teenage girl, blond and built, wearing a please-fuck-me
outfit has little trouble finding a ride. I got rode all the way
from Kansas City to Reno, Nevada.


"I wasn't looking for long rides. I wanted
to see how many fucks it took to go from KC to Reno. To make the
game interesting, I went by these rules:


"The guy had to ask if he could fuck me or
suggest it strongly. I could only show my willingness by action
and mannerisms. I couldn't even say, I wish someone would fuck
me, but I could say I was horny.


"As soon as he asked, I gave him two minutes
to get his dick in me or drop me off if he couldn't beat the clock.
I had a two-minute egg timer and as soon as I explained this,
I hit the timer. Nine out of ten made it, but I got fucked in
some very unusual places--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel,
like while doing sixty.


"And right after a fuck, I had to get out
wherever I was--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel, like doing
sixty but making the fucker stop first in the middle of fucking
nowhere Nevada where I wound up staring at cactus for three fucking
hours--Jeeez. Rules are rules.


"The guy that picked me up an hour out of
Reno had to be my last. I wasn't about to stand out on that empty
highway again, no way. If he fucked me, it would take one hundred
and fifty-seven fucks to get from Kansas City to Reno and only
takes eight days. I could have probably done it in two if I hadn't
accepted so many motel offers.


"A girl has got to freshen up and get her
beauty sleep. I did make them return me to where we first stopped
to fuck, so the motels were a time out. I didn't count all the
fucks I got during time outs. That would be tacky.


"I know, you're going to say I coulda been
killed. I'm not stupid, and I'm not defenseless. This gal knows
how to defend herself. Early in my wanderings across America,
I met, screwed, and befriended an Army Ranger hand to hand combat
instructor and Olympic judo champion. We shacked up for almost
three months, and in that three months he taught me all I needed
to know, and now that I had more meat on my bones and had three
years to practice, I could not only defend, I was deadly even
against the biggest brutes, even those armed with a knife or gun.


"The trick was to lull them into a false
sense of security, then attack without mercy or letup until they
were hurt so badly they were no longer a threat. With groups,
you take out the biggest and baddest quickly and severely. I gouge
out the eyes, break both legs at the knees, dislocate both arms,
bust his nuts, chop the larynx so he's gargling blood, and deliver
a penetrating hit in the solar plexus so he can't breathe all
in the space of five seconds. I call it my fem flying fury. If
you were to witness one, and more importantly, the aftermath of
one, all you'd be thinking of is a way to get away from that thing
made to look like a helpless and sexy girl. You won't have a hardon.


"I only had two group scenes that ended with
the fem flying fury, and one guy died from it. Roughly half do.
I may have killed two dozen rapists in three years and was never
charged or even detained. I rarely stuck around. I left them coughing
up blood and gasping for air.


"When it's a one on one situation, I rarely
kill. I don't need to, and unless the guy was a real asshole,
I won't cripple. Most rapists are real assholes. After assaulting
me, they spend the rest of their lives, blind, in a wheel chair,
no threat to anyone and a burden to everyone. A high heel to the
spine as a final touch insures that. My heels are black steel
like the tip of a pick ax, and rarely will I take them off. I
consider neutralizing rapists a public service, and will sometimes
go trolling for them.


"In between a wrist lock that brings a man
to his knees and a fem flying fury that will cripple or kill,
I have a full range of persuaders that let a man know he'd better
be nice and behave himself. No man gets to tie me up. I've never
known a man long enough to develop that level of trust."



[Read about this in " Thumbing It ".]


"What's the worst thing
you ever did, Eva?"


"I took a job once and the job was to drive
the wife to suicide. I did it, so I guess you could say, killing
an innocent person is the worst. Actually, he's the one who brought
her to the brink. All I did was drive her over the edge. At that
point, it didn't take much. She had nothing to live for when I
arrived on the scene. I still feel responsible, and I wish I hadn't
done it. The pay was too good to pass up. That's my big weakness.
I hate being broke."


"That's awful. How did you do it, you know,
drive her over the edge."


"By pissing on her and constantly kicking
her in the cunt. It got to wear she couldn't stand the pain and
knew it would never stop. It only took a week."


"I know, but you get cold after a while.
I don't judge people's ways, I just do what I'm hired to do. There's
sick bastards everywhere. I can't cha
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