Joyce

"Fresh Meat, Dwayne, we need to fuck more women, father more children. This one already has a seed planted in her." The Sinful Traveler said within Dwayne's head. There was a sharp shock of pain. The demon sharing his body wanted new and fresh. Dwayne honestly could have gone for a blowjob; Dottie was great at blowjobs, even though the Sinful Traveler thought they were a waste of time. The pain was new; the Traveler hadn't done that before. But this was the first time that Dwayne was presented with two options like this. Maybe the demon had more power over him than he originally thought. That was a scary thought.

Dwayne pushed his way forward past Dot. "What? Where are you going? You're supposed to fuck me!" She hollered at him. "I demand that you fuck me!" She seemed quite upset. It was fine, he had been in the house before. The first time, she had him take her in the spare room, something about not wanting to do it in the bed she shared with her husband. That went away on the subsequent trips to her house.

He got into the spare room of the Marquette house and found a teenaged girl reading a magazine. "Who are... What are you..." she started squinting at him. The Sinful Traveler was pleased. She was attractive, young, and it could smell from here that she was fertile. To be honest, Dwayne hadn't been chasing after girls this young; he had a good thing going with the housewives that worked in the houses he tended to. But he liked her pigtails. The Sinful Traveler was practically panting. When Dwayne had fallen between the legs of someone like this, like Mr. Trujillo's daughter, the subtle effects of the Traveler on the woman were more pronounced. Even in the few breaths that she had taken, Dwayne could tell that her titties were growing.

"My name's Dwayne, I'm a friend of your aunt's," Dwayne said with a smile.

"Can I help you with something?" She said uncertainly, a far-away quality to her voice. Her hands were fidgeting at the lower edge of her sweater. She was a good girl, never really been with a guy. She had kissed her prom date, made out with him a little, but that was it. She didn't really know what the feeling emanating from between her legs was. She had been attracted to a man before, but she had never really been horny. Did it always feel like this? She was... wet.

"Oh, I think you can," Dwayne said, putting his hand on his groin, and adjusting the bulge in his coveralls. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Did they come in that big of size? "Why don't you take off your clothes for me?"

She started breathing heavily. She was sweating, she realized. Her sweater went up and over her head, she kept her eyes locked on to the workman's bulge. "Can I see it, maybe?" She said, breathily.

"Sure, baby girl, you wanna see this thing?" he said smoothly. She nodded. He unzipped the coverall's zipper, and stuck his hand in to ease the demonic cock out. She gasped.

"Its beautiful..." She said dreamily. Her hands went to her skirt, and she slid it down her legs. She didn't know why she was doing this, but she knew she had to. This thing, his member, was... she had never seen anything like it. It was world-changing. "What is happening? Why am I..." she said, as her hands reached behind her, and took off her bra. She needed this in her. She was on fire, between her legs. She had an itch that simply must be scratched.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said, staring directly at the demonic 11-inch cock that bobbed in front of her.

"Hmm, okay, just lay back, and pull your panties to the side, Joyce," he said, smiling at her. She nodded and got on her back. He approached her, her bedsprings squeaking beneath him. He smelled earthy, like dirt and horses.

"Do it, put it in me," she said. She was so wet; she never felt like this before, not even that night she stayed up late and touched herself beneath the covers. Her knees quivered, and he gently but insistently pushed them apart. His peckerhead tapped against her folds; she nodded. She NEEDED it in her.

"Joyce!" Her aunt's voice rung out from the open doorway. He thrust into her, only partway but it was still massive. She cried out it.

"Oh my golly," she said. It was everything she wanted and more. "Do it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Dwayne smiled and started fucking her, going deeper with each stroke. Joyce could see her Aunt Dorothy standing behind the man. Joyce thought she would be angry. Angry that her niece was being a whore in her house, but Aunt Dottie looked... the same as Joyce must have looked. She had her hand down her skirt, and Joyce could tell that she was touching her own womanhood.

"God, it feels so good, doesn't it, Joyce?" Dorothy said. She stumbled forward to get a closer look at the pecker that was deflowering her niece. Joyce nodded. There was a pressure that was building up down there. It felt so good. Her belly was twitching as Dwayne increased the speed of his strokes.

Aunt Dot took Joyce's hand into her own. It felt nice that she was being supported like this. "Oh my golly, oh my gosh, oh my, oh, oh, oho, oh my goooood!" Joyce screamed. She lurched forward and bit her hand. She had never felt anything like this. The pressure was building up too much. How could he keep going at this speed? She felt like a ragdoll.

Aunt Dot reached down with her other hand, and patted her nub. Joyce felt every muscle in her tense and then...

Release!

Fluid shot out of her pussy, drenching the bed sheets and the workman's cover all. "Wha- Oh! Fuck fuck, fuck oh my golly," Joyce said. She had NEVER felt that before. Dwayne kept going. She felt the pressure build up again. How long had he been doing this? Every thrust seemed to push her into the bed. A vague memory of her overhearing that slut, Monica, in high school who had supposedly fucked in Tommy in the back seat of his Chevrolet, talking about how he lasted all of two minutes.

She felt her world rocked in just a minute. The Sinful Traveler had many sins, but it left its women satisfied. Suffice to say, Dwayne wasn't going to last just two minutes.

Her legs quaked and she squirted down there again. And again. She needed to catch her breath, but Dwayne kept pumping into her. She lost track of what has happening, just awash in pleasure and pressure and release. And again. She screamed. And again. Andagainandagainandagain. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, she was having trouble catching her breath. She passed out.

And again.

She woke up, and felt like she had something inside her down there. He had cum inside her, she realized.

She was different now, she realized. She wasn't a good girl anymore. She was a slut. Now and forever. She wasn't going to give that up. Her aunt was on top of her, sucking on the black man's penis. She shrugged and wriggled out from underneath. Dwayne was still hard, insatiable. She knelt down besides her aunt.

"Good girl," Dwayne said, putting a hand on her head, mussing her hair. She could feel some of his cum dripping down her leg.