Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: Las Vegas NV currently but all over the US maybe a town near you next.
|Introduction: Hope you like|
This is the beginning so no real sex in this part.
Double Dose of Bad Seed
I’m waken suddenly by loud noises, “Your surrounded, Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands up” I hear over the bull horn. I sit up in my bed and look around the room my mind still hazy from the sleep and drugs.
I feel someone stirring next to me, I look down and there is little 11 year old Jennifer lying nude beside, yawning as she wakes with a smile and a kiss for me. I look down at my cock as she slides down to take it into her mouth. It still has cum and blood from her cherry I had taken only hours before.
I look around the room as she cleans my cock hungrily. There are 7 preteen and 4 teenage girls with AR-15’s w/100 round beta magazines. There are 5 Adult males with H&K 308 cal assault rifles w/modified 40 round clips.
They are putting on their gas masks as I stand and walk to the window to look out. I stand to the side and look out. The entire street is lit up like Christmas with police lights everywhere. There must be at least 100 cops out side in full gear. I count 3 different SWAT vans and one command bus. I lean against the wall and slowly slide to the floor.
Little 11 year old Jennifer is lying on the bed still across from me. As I sit and think about my current situation only one question comes to mind. Do I have enough time to tap that sweet little ass one more time before they come for us.
Now in order to understand how I ended up in my current situation I have to go all the way back to the beginning.
My Loving Family
My name is Joseph Jacob Johnson III, but everyone calls me Joe or JJ.
I was born into money, I wasn’t sure how rich we were but I never wanted for anything material. I had my own credit card from the time I was 8 with an allowance of 5k a week.
I was and only child. Which at the age of 10 was explained to me. All the way back as far as our family history has been recorded there has always only been one male child born and no female. This ensured our continued Wealth because the property and money was never divide.
I had the same question at the time, that I’m sure your asking now. How can you only have a single male child its impossible. I find out that in the early days they either killed or sold into slavery any female or male offspring after the first. In more modern times they relied on abortion and murder if a girl happen to be first. Now they have a complex trust system in addition to the other methods.
I was a late child by the time I was born my father was already 48 and my mother 42.
My father owns several companies and works 14 hours a day, so I pretty much never seen him. Our only real interaction was him bailing me out of trouble and riding my ass about doing well in school so I could get into college.
My mother didn’t work, but she was your typical rich bitch that only had a kid to use as leverage in case my father divorced her. Mom spent her days shopping and drinking at the country club with the other rich bitches.
As far as my mother and fathers marriage they set a good example for me to follow. My mother was always fucking the pool boy, tennis coach, gardener, or anything with a cock and under 25 that she could drag home from the country club. Sometimes more then one at a time.
My father hired his whores. We had a new maid every 3 months, always barely 18 and the bitch never cleaned shit. It was routine Asian, Mexican, Russian.
As far as my mother and fathers relationship with each other well they tolerated each other existence. They had separate rooms but I know they fucked once a week and every 3 months, until this last year, they went on a week vacation together.
Once a month they held a swingers party at the house, which was how I learned about sex. I watched up until I was 9, my parents knew but never spoke about it with me. At age nine a cougar(Mrs. Brandi) took me under her wing and taught everything about sex.
I spent many nights in her home until age 10 when I took her 7 year old daughter, Nicoles virginity. I was large for my age, Mrs Brandi said as big as most adult males. Nicole’s was my first cherry and I fucked her like I did her mom, I buried it deep in one stoke her screams of pain echoed thru the house, Brandi rushed in and yanged me of her bleeding daughter.
That was the end of me and Brandi’s relationship. Nicole wanted more and snuck around to my house often after that.
Rules well I pretty much had none growing up, I could have sex if wanted, drugs well dad complained but never stopped me, drinking well as long as there was some left for them they didn’t care. No curfew or ved time, except when mom found a new stud at the country club, then she wanted me out of sight. When I did get in trouble with the law(which was often) they just bought my way out.
As far as love in our house, I can’t ever recall my mother or father using the words I love you towards me or each other. No hugs or kisses, no father or mother son bonding moments.
I take that back I do remember two, when I was about 5 and got my first bike, I was excited so I drug mom an dad out to watch me ride. They stood at the door drinks in their hands and watch me wipe out in the drive way. I put a major gash in my head.
They both shrugged and went in the house saying nothing. I laid in the drive alone for 20 minutes until an ambulance arrived to pick me up. 14 stitches and a concussion later a driver picked me up from the emergency room. One of them did at least call the ambulance for me so that was something. Not sure which though.
The second Little Nicole (8 at the time) was over for her daily fuck and suck after school. Dad came in and shared her with me.
As far as family well dad had none both his parents dead and obviously no siblings. Mom had a large family. Her parents were dead and although I had never meet a single one of them, she had at least 1 brother and 3 sisters I knew of from hearing her talk through the years.
Now to Society we where the perfect little rich family. Successful father, attractive socialite mother. They were involved in politics and charity events. We were called the pillars of society (god help us).
Considering my family life I think I was a pretty good kid, I made good grades and got into the usual mischief sex and drugs and delinquent behavior.
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