The Reckoning of River Rollins

Ripley looked at her phone. She was still waiting for the little brat to stick it in and she was getting bored. She cycled through her newest texts and deleted the ones that didn't look worth reading (she was a popular girl and her phone was always blowing up). She had just gotten a text from Coach Jackson a minute ago, and there was a picture attached. It was an image of his big, fat, black cock sticking straight out across a young blonde student's face. She was plastered with cum so thickly that one of her eyes wouldn't open and her smiling mouth was overflowing with spunk. The sight of made Ripley wiggle with erotic jealousy. She and Coach Jackson had stared exchanging pics of their other conquests, just out of sexual rivalry, and for once she would not be texting him back. She was embarrassed to even be in the same room with this little dipshit.

River mistook Ripley's aroused wiggling as being for him.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "You're so fucking wet! Slut! I bet you're just fucking loving this! You love getting your naughty snatch pounded by a student! You're a bad girl! A bad, bad girl!"

Ripley grumbled slightly. She tilted her phone and took a pic of the destroyed Mindy and decided to send that to Coach Jackson. At least that was something she could be proud of. Her finger slipped though and she ended up sending the photo of the over-fucked Mindy to everyone in the school's contact book, including Mindy's mother, Mrs. Buxton, a board member on the PTA.

"Whoops," Ripley whispered.

"Fucking slut! Call me daddy! I know you want to! Call me daddy!"

Ripley really missed her stepfather. He use to fuck her so hard she'd piss herself.

"Oh . . . holy God . . . are you ready?"

She was ready for it to be over.

"Here it comes . . . shit . . . here it comes, you beautiful, perfect whore. I'm . . . I'm cumming again! I'm CUMMING!"

River's mind exploded like a newborn star as his virginity melted like a ice-cube in the sweltering furnace of Ripley's amazing body, and his cock started to spew more cum in one orgasm than he normally would in a month of masturbating. He slapped his hips into her buttocks like he was gently spanking her, the room filling with a soft 'slap, slap, slap, slap.' He backed out too much and his erupting phallus finished its spray across the swollen folds of her love-pocket, and the rest of it pooled into the crater of her anus.

When it was over River was gasping and crying, and his naked ass fell to the floor where he squirmed with happy, giddy joy.

Ripley had totally missed it. She had been texting her friend Cinnamon about hooking up later for drinks at a local bisexual strip-club. After the text was sent she turned back and was surprised to see River's naked little body writhing on the floor with his little penis glistening with watery cum. She reached back and scooped up what little semen she could gather with her finger, most of it from her anus, and she tasted it in her mouth. It was unsatisfying.

"That . . . that was absolutely amazing," River said, running his hands of her sweaty torso. "Was it good for you too?"

"Was it . . . was it good for me too? WAS IT GOOD FOR ME TOO!" That really set Officer Ripley off. Something about being asked whether or not the most boring experience of her life had been 'good' or not really just pissed her the fuck off. "You retarded, pathetic, hopeless little shit.

Ripley reached down and quickly pulled her shorts and panties off of her ankles, flinging them away like trash. She lifted her foot and brought the heel of it down on his balls, smashing them against the floor. They didn't pop, but it hurt almost as much as if they had, and River was left clutching them as he screamed silently.

"Does it look like it was good for me? Does this look like a well-fucked pussy." She squatted in front of his teary face and pried her swollen lips open, showing him all the soft pink flesh that his tiny prick had never even reached. "You didn't even fuck me, your dickless loser. You barely tickled me."

She grabbed the sides of his head and kneed him in the face.

CRACK!

His head snapped back and sent him rolling to the floor. When his blurry vision came back into focus he was looking up at Ripley's plump vagina lowering over his mouth. She was squatting onto her face, grinding her clit over his nearly-broken nose and lips, smacking her hips into his face so hard that it felt like he was being slapped.

"I'm gonna get an orgasm from you one way or another," she said threatening. "Too bad I have to do it myself."

Her clit was pink, hard, and erect, an inch-long pussy-penis that probably could have fucked a girl better than River could have. She mostly grinded it against his lips and nose, but occasionally she'd thrust higher and hit him in the eye with it. Her thrusts were powerful enough to repeatedly bang his head painfully against the ground, and he actually started to slide across the floor.

"Faggot! Pussy!" she moaned hotly. "Your nose is doing a better job than your dick did. I think . . . yeah, finally . . . I think I'm actually working up to something here."

She grabbed his hair and wound her fingers into it. It hurt so much he wanted to scream, but that just let more pussy into his mouth. She was really wet now, actually dripping with lubricant like a wet sponge, and now he knew that she had been almost dry before. Her breathes became labored, her muscles started to stand out in her toned stomach, and her eyes started to roll back in a sleepy, drugged-out expression.

"Fu . . . fuck . . . FUCKING FINALLY!!"

She came. She fucked his head into the floor for a few more thrusts, but then she squatted over him and started to slap her clit so quickly it was like she was trying to break it. Her pussy exploded like a water-balloon at first, drenching him with hot sex-water, and then she came like a broken faucet, nearly drowning him in cum. He didn't know a woman could cum like that. She was screaming as she beat her clit with abusive force.

When her orgasm finally ended she had trouble coming to her feet, but she did, although her knees wobbled slightly.

River was gagging and choking on her cum, unable to swallow it all, and it came bursting from his lips and nose in pathetic wet pops. His whole body was saturating in a puddle of her cum, and as he tried to sit up his hand slipped and he fell right on his face.

"Faggot," Ripley said barely above a whisper. She raised a foot and kicked him in the side so hard that he went skidding across the floor. He clutched his side and whimpered pitiably, rolling up into a naked little ball. Ripley stood over him like a barbarian queen over a captured soldier, ready to sacrifice him to her dark, erotic gods. She pressed the heel of her foot against his throat, just the slightest pressure enough to block his airway as he helplessly struggled for breath. Anymore and she'd snap his neck. She held him there for a while, until his lips started to turn blue from lack of oxygen.

She let him go, but not before delivering another brutal kick to his already swollen nuts.

She picked up her panties and shorts and turned to leave without putting them on. The school was almost empty now, and she honestly didn't care if anyone say her naked bottom. But before she left she did turn to look at him, her perfectly curved body framed by the light of the hallway.

"If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

She left, and as soon as she was gone River grabbed at his swollen, battered genitals, but not to comfort them. He started to flog himself so hard that it hurt, but he had to. He had never been this aroused before, this absolutely turned on in his life. Before he knew it he was cumming, rope after rope of cum splashing across his chest and face, his cum finally mixing with hers.

River discovered something about himself that day. He was in love with Roxanne Ripley, and he was going to make sure that what happened here would happen again.

Part 2

"Sabrina is in charge while I'm gone," Mrs. Carmen Rollins said as she finished packing her suitcase, not even bothering to hide from her nineteen year old daughter and eighteen year old stepson the bizarre and perverse assortment of dildos, lingerie, and leather straps she had filling her luggage. That was the kind of thing you travelled with when you worked as a professional dominatrix and sex therapist. Carmen Rollins was not a whore by any means, she never had sex for money, although despite what he husband knew she had it quite often for fun. Her job was to coach couples in bondage and sadomasochism, training doms to be dominant and subs to be the little bitches they were. More often though, she found herself teaching wealthy, old, inexperienced men how to properly fuck their young wives. Carmen couldn't count the times she had used her twelve-inch strap-on to plow some stupid twenty-something trophy wife into a sexual coma while her limp-dicked husband watched, paying thousands for the pleasure. It had become a very lucrative career. "You can order pizza if you want, but no parties, no drugs, no sex, and for fuck's sake no going in my room!"

"Can Marcus come over?" a bratty, nasally nineteen year old girl asked. Carmen Rollins' daughter, Sabrina Apple (she refused to change her name when he mother remarried) was sitting on the couch fingering her smart-phone, wearing little more than a tight sweater that exposed her slender midriff and tiny cutoff shorts that rode up her perky buttocks so high they could have been a thong. She was wearing an actual thong though, the yellow straps of it were riding high on her slender hips, her panties forming a slutty little whale-tail in the perfectly curved contour of her lower back. Sabrina was a tall girl with shoulder length blonde hair that always looked slightly wet, and it framed her naughty, feline face with cute bangs to make it look like a heart, her green eyes sparkling with an eternal glimmer of wickedness, as if she were always imagining everyone around her naked. She was a dedicated athlete, competing in acrobatics and cheerleading for years, which gave her the body of a firm, strapping nymph.

Carmen groaned as she apprised her sexy, naughty slut of a daughter. No doubt if Maurice came over he'd be ten inches deep in Sabrina before the pizza could even show up, not that Sabrina would be hungry for any pizza after swallowing that black stallion's substantial nut. Carmen didn't really approve of her daughter's hedonistic, slutty lifestyle, but Carmen herself had been quite the cock-cushion at that age herself, so she couldn't really blame her daughter. Sabrina had gotten her delicious beauty from her mother, being a lithe and slender cheerleader with firm, cantaloupe sized breasts, whereas Carmen herself had matured into a goddess of erotic proportions. Big tits, wide hips, narrow waist, and an ass that swayed like a wrecking-ball. Carmen's own blonde hair was long and slightly wavy, falling to the enticing arch of her lower back. She always wore finely tailored suits that melted around her voluptuous form, and a pair of sharp glasses that made her look intelligent and authoritarian. Every indulgent curve of her being was dedicated to being a dominatrix, whereas her daughter Sabrina was just a slutty little bitch.

"Yeah, and Chloe says she's coming over too," a shy, slightly feminine male voice said. Carmen's stepson, River Rollins was standing by the stairs, wearing a baggy grey hoodie and a pair of swim-trunks. He was a cute boy with a smooth, angelic face and messy brown hair, but Carmen knew that unfortunately he hadn't been blessed with his father's substantial endowment. As twisted as it sounded, Carmen knew she couldn't love a son who was only packing four inches. "We're just going to swim for a while and work on our science project."

Carmen shrugged and smiled. "Well at least I know you'll stay out of trouble," because River was too much of a little pussy to get into trouble, but she left that part unsaid. "I'll see you two tomorrow. I'm going to be spending the night at my client's house."

Closing her suitcase of whips, dildos, and straps, Carmen waved goodbye to her kids and headed out to her Mercedes.

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Chloe was the sweetest little 18 year old gumdrop in town, as people always told her. She was short and baby-faced with big blue eyes and puckered pink lips that were always curved in a puffy smile. She had long black hair that fell halfway down her body, which was becoming curvier and curvier by the day. She hadn't noticed it yet, but she was quickly blooming into a very ripe little lady. Others had noticed though, the way her frilly skirts seemed to curl up her supple buttocks, the way her girly t-shirts and tank-tops strained against the heaving pressure of her young breasts, or even just the way she bit her lip when she smiled. Wherever Chloe went she left a trail of stubbornly erect penises behind her, and she was still too obliviously naive to know it. Although her 18th birthday had just been last week, Chloe was still a virgin. She had never even seen pornography, she had never seen a naked man, and she didn't understand why she couldn't sleep at night, when her vagina grew wet and swollen and aches wracked her young body. Her conservative mother had never taught her about masturbation, so every morning she was frustrated and soaked with sweat, which she figured was just due to growing pains.

Chloe was riding her bike to her boyfriend River's house, secretly enjoying the way her pussy felt against the bike-seat as she hit bumps in the road, when suddenly a beat-up old car blasting loud rap music nearly ran her over.

Chloe swerved to avoid the car, her bike hitting the curb, and she went tumbling into River's front yard. She moaned uncomfortably as she sat up, rubbing her bum and whimpering from the shock. Out of the car stepped a man Chloe was instantly intimidated by. For one thing he was black, but he was also big and rippling with muscles, especially his glutes, which looked more like they belonged on a horse than a human being. Chloe recognized him. It was Marcus King, her school's star offensive lineman. He was even wearing his football jacket, but underneath it he had nothing on. Chloe lost her breath as she tried counting the number of muscles there were in his abs. Forget six-packs, Marcus seemed to have an eight-pack.

Marcus looked down at her and snorted. "Watch were you're going, little bitch."

Chloe was still shaking with shock, and a few other feelings she didn't really understand. "Um . . . sorry."

Marcus chuckled a little. "Nice panties."

Chloe didn't understand what he meant at first, but then she looked down and saw that her legs were splayed open, her skirt hiked up so far it was now a belt. Her pink panties had gotten bunched up into her juicy ass, and for some reason her kitten was so wet that the front of her panties were transparent. The outline of her puffy vaginal mound was perfectly clear.

Chloe blushed and squeaked with embarrassment, struggling to pull her frilly skirt back down, but Marcus was already leaving. He walked right over her, and right into River's house.

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"He's Sabrina's boyfriend," River explained. River was sitting in a chair by the door to his bathroom while Chloe got changed into her swimsuit inside.

"Really?" Chloe called back. "But I thought he was dating Heather Abercrombie, the rich girl. But then again, I saw Caitlin Fairbanks hanging on his arm the other day, and Lily Bottoms was wearing his jersey last week."

"Yeah, well, Marcus had lots of girlfriends," River mumbled angrily. He was grateful that Chloe didn't seem to understand that Marcus was a stud, and that half the girl's in school (including his stepsister) were nothing but the days of the week to him. Sabrina was Marcus's Sunday girl.

The door opened and Chloe stepped out. "How do I look?"

Chloe struck a pose and River nearly popped a nut right there. She looked so cute she was fucking edible. The one piece navy blue swimsuit she was wearing was actually pretty conservative, covering up her breasts and ass, but she had gotten it almost a year ago and her body had developed quite a bit since then. Her breasts pushed against the tight material so much that her nipples stood out, and swimsuit was slowly receding up into the cleavage of her bubble-butt, revealing the perkiest ass River had ever seen. Her black hair was tied up into a ponytail and it flipped around her shoulders as she wiggled.

"G-g-great," River stuttered, trying to hide his erection, which wasn't hard because there wasn't much to hide.

"Thanks," Chloe giggled. "You're so sweat." She leaned in for a kiss and River puckered his lips, his heart racing a mile a minute, but her lips turned and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go swimming."

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River and Chloe had only been swimming for a few minutes when Sabrina came out wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt that hung just beneath her ass. Marcus was right behind her in nothing by a tight pair of jeans, his ebony muscles blazing in the sun

"Hey," Sabrina said in her nasally, bitch voice. "Marcus and I figured we go for a swim too."

Sabrina reached down and pulled off her t-shirt, revealing that she was wearing her 'fuck-me-bikini,' as she called it. It was a microscopic swimsuit that offered only two small triangles to hold back her erect nipples, a tiny patch of elastic material to cover her shaved cunt, and a string of floss that disappeared into her athletic ass.

River groaned and Chloe blushed like a cherry about to pop. "S-s-sure," Chloe said, her pretty face bobbing in the water.

"Get your swimsuit on, stud," Sabina said to Marcus, leaning over slightly to emphasize what a delicious posterior she had.

"Didn't bring one," Marcus said, unclasping his belt with a sound like thunder.

River was horror stuck as the black titan's jeans slipped down and he saw that nothing, NOTHING was worn underneath them. Marcus's bulging obliquus-externus muscles led down to his crotch like an enticing triangle of rock-hard flesh, pointing to the thickest, fattest, longest monster of a cock that River and Chloe (especially Chloe) had even seen. He was already semi-hard, and his elephant-trunk was hanging a solid 9 inches down with foreskin to spare. He was obviously not at his max yet. Poor little Chloe was so stunned by the sight that her head briefly sunk under the water, almost feinting from feminine shock. She knew what a penis was, she understood their purpose, and the idea that something that gigantic was supposed to go into something as sensitive and soft as a vagina just seemed . . . misogynistic.

Sabrina hopped into the pool and came right up to Chloe, hugging her close, her hands cupping the younger girl's ripe buttocks. Sabrina had a wicked smile as she leaned in and whispered into the shocked girl's ear "Wanna play some games?"

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The first game they played was Marco Polo. Chloe was 'it' first, and as she paddled around the pool repeating "Marco . . . Marco . . . Marco," River couldn't help but suspect that Marcus was trying to get caught. He moved closer to Chloe and in his deep voice said "Polo." Chloe reached out under the water with her hands, and she got a hold of him. She must have thought it was his wrist or ankle, but when she opened her eyes she saw that what she was holding onto was Marcus's thick black cock. It was so wide that her fingers couldn't wrap around it completely, and even though it wasn't fully erect it felt as hard as bone.

"Sa-sa-sa-sorry," Chloe stuttered, blushing pink.

"No problem," Marcus chuckled.

Marcus caught Sabrina next, and so it was her turn to be 'it.' Sabrina's athletic body cut through the water like a shark, and even though she got close enough to River that she could have easily tagged him, it seemed she was interested in only one quarry in particular: Chloe. Chloe paddled excitedly to get away, having already forgotten the trauma of handling Marcus's third-leg, and she swam into the deep end, putting her hands on the edge of the pool. River saw that Sabrina had her eyes open just a little, her sparkling emeralds peeking out. She was cheating so she could find Chloe.