What Goes Around Comes Around

Hi guys and gals. I am SO glad to finally get part of this story posted! I was sitting around talking to one of my long-time buddies as we talked about how times have changed over the last 6 or 7 decades. I told him that guys now had many more options thanks to current technology compared to just AM radio, 45 RPM records and TV in black and white. That spawned the following story in all of its parts. Due to my battle with writer's block, coupled with my PC problems, password issues and my heart difficulties, this thing has taken quite a while to get it right. Just to show how bad things can get, I first started working on this one on May 10, 2014! Damn that's a long time! Other than final proofreading and minor tweaking, the story is complete, currently in five parts. All characters are at least 18 years old!

Story codes for the entire story are: incest, mt/F, mt/ft, mt/mt/F, mt/ft/F, group, forced, consensual, oral, swallow, cream-pie, 3-some. Some codes do not apply to all parts.

The following story is FICTION! It never happened and never should happen, to anybody, anywhere! You should read this for amusement, to brighten your fantasy life but NOT for ideas on how to screw up your life and that of your family and friends. In this fantasy world from a different dimension, STDs don't exist and nobody gets pregnant, unless stated, and emotional scars never appear. Also, things work slightly differently there compared to this one; so if something seems 'wrong' to you, tough! My story, my rules. If you actually try to do this or something like it, your future cell mate, Bubba, will ream your ass out by about ten times the normal opening. If you do something stupid, I truly hope you can somehow handle the consequences. So remember, enjoy, but don't try it!

Confidential to; Some Dude From Florida,

thanks for the feedback. If you had given me a return e-mail address, I would have given you a heads up about this one. Take care.

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We were buddies, had been since Second grade. One of our bonding features was that none of us had a father in our lives; all of us reared by our divorced mothers. On top of that, each of us was the youngest member of our family. Now we were Seniors hoping to graduate high school in the spring. Check that, what I meant to say is that we were Seniors hoping to lose our male cherries before we graduated. We all get great grades! The five of us spent practically every waking minute together although in all honesty we would rather have been apart while going on dates with girls. Granted none of us was what the girls would call a 'hunk' or 'jock', but we weren't horror movie ugly either. We were just average guys, average guys who just faded into the background and seemed to be invisible most of the time. And these average guys were definitely above average in the horniness department. But what could we do about it? That was the question.

One more Friday night (the second one between Halloween and Thanksgiving) we once again were sitting in Chad's basement rec-room watching Cine-max and discussing how to get laid. The silence was deafening as Chad, John, Max and Bernie stared at me in shock.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Bernie finally asked as he leaned forward as if to hear better.

"I said that I'm so horny I'm ready to rape my sister, or even my mom!" I looked at their stunned faces then went on, "Don't tell me you guys aren't ready to do that either! I know for a fact we are all suffering from perpetual cases of blue balls. My mom is damned hot, for a mom, and I'd have to say that all of your moms are pretty hot as well. We all have cute sisters that are popular with the guys and that personally grates at my butt."

"Yeah, but still man," Chad said slowly, "your own mom and sister!"

"How the hell would you; hell, make that how COULD you do that?" asked Bernie.

"Well, I've been thinking and there is no way I could just sneak up behind my mom or my sister and just grab her and throw her down and fuck her. I mean, I love them both and doing that would really fuck things up not to mention deposit my sorry ass in jail." The four of them all mumbled agreement with that. "But, IF instead we had a home invasion by say four bad-ass goons and they MADE me do things with them as well as vice versa, they couldn't really blame me now could they?"

John started laughing and four heads turned to him as he said through his chuckles, "Right, just how the hell lucky do you have to be to have that happen?"

"Not very if I'm looking at them right now."

"Get the fuck outta here!" they all said nearly in unison.

"No, just listen to me. What the fuck do they call us? Our collective name is 'The Pentateuch'. I would have preferred 'the five amigos' but everybody thinks we are so nice and fucking pure, not to mention as a single entity instead of five individual guys ... I mean nobody would believe we would even think of doing something like this!"

"Son of a bitch," Max mumbled, "he's got a point."

"Okay smart man," Chad asked, "just how can we pull this off and not be recognized?"

"I was surfing the web awhile back and came across a site that makes Halloween type masks that not only cover the entire head and are zippered in the back so they won't just fall off, but also have a voice synthesizer thing in them that alters your voice to make you unrecognizable."

"No shit!" a suddenly excited Bernie said.

"That's right, and keep your voice down or Chad's mom might listen in on us and then we would be collectively fucked before we get to fuck!"

"Oh sorry," he said much quieter.

"Um, just how expensive are these things?" asked John. "After all, I'm not made out of money."

"Well, the masks are pretty reasonable, and the voice things can move from mask to mask and are adjustable for what they sound like, so we could even change up the way we look without it getting too expensive."

"Do you really think we could pull something like this off?" Chad asked.

"How many plays have we been in at school? Good grief, we must have learned something about acting by now. I also found a place that sells Velcro handcuffs that, once put on, you can't get them off unless you can use your teeth. Otherwise, somebody has to un-cuff you. They don't really leave marks but hold really good."

"You sound like you've tried them," John said.

"Sure, shit did. Only cost me three bucks and they are more than worth it!"

"You really think we should do this then?"

"Yes, Bernie, I do," I said to all of them.

"Okay," John said cutting in, "so let's just say we go along with you on this cockeyed idea of yours. How do we determine who goes first and who goes last?"

"Weeelllllll," I slowly said, "since this was my idea, I figured I would be the lucky guy to have his home invaded first."

Bernie smacked my arm saying, "No shit Sherlock! That is a no brainer but then what?"

"We could put our names in a hat and let our idea man here pull them out and that decides the order," Chad said. "Last man has to wait quite a while though and I for one wouldn't be happy with that place."

"Like I said, I have been thinking about this a lot. Okay, maybe I've been obsessing over it; take your pick." I paused and looked at them to make certain I had their attention. "So, I wouldn't like to be last either. In fact, after I've had my turn, it will be difficult to stay, shall we call it, motivated to help with each of your home invasions. So, it only makes sense that every one of us gets something every time."

The four of them all spoke out loudly at that, making each of them impossible to understand. Again, I had to quiet them down so I could continue. "Yeah, I know, I want to fuck my sister and my mother, but I sure don't want each of them getting gang banged by the five of us. And I am certain that none of you want that to happen at your home either." They all showed agreement one way or another. "Good. So, what I figured is that once the lucky guy has been with all his female family members in one way or another then the other four can get blowjobs from the female of their choice. That will give the guy whose home it is a chance to recover for his next round of events."

"Hey, wait a minute," Max spoke up, "my mom is okay and I'd love to fuck her, but we all know that my sister is hotter than all hell. No way do I want the four of you pulling a train on her mouth and throat!"

"I already thought about that," I countered, "and it seems to me that the group of four would have to pick the one they each want BEFORE entering the house. It might work out that only two guys want each female, in which case no problem. If not, then coin flip, rock paper scissors, or any other way you want to settle things. How's that sound?"

"I might have a problem then," John said and we all looked at him. "I have three sisters so I don't even know if I can do the four of them in one night. Plus, while Tammy and Kim are 20 and 21 and going to the local college, my shy twin sister Becca has only turned 18 two-months ago and I'm not sure I want any of us doing anything to her."

"Hate to bust your bubble but maybe you don't know your 'shy' sister as good as you think you do," said Bernie, making quote marks in the air as he said, 'shy'. John gave him a mean look then Bernie quickly went on. "Just last week I saw her at the library back in the stacks."

"So what, she studies there all the time," John said angrily.

"Looked to me like she was playing the flute with some jock's trouser snake! She didn't know I saw them as I was looking through the stacks after pulling a book off the shelf."

"Liar!"

"I wish I was man. But it for sure wasn't the first time because when I first saw them, she had her nose pressed tight into his pubs so I figured he was kind of short. But holy crap, she finally pulled back and his shlong just kept getting longer and longer! That fucker must have been 7 inches for sure before she just sucked him right back in while her tongue was going wild inside her cheek." Bernie paused to make bumps on his cheeks with his tongue. "If I had your pecker, I would make sure to fuck the shit out of her, or the four of us just might insist you do it! In fact, now that you mention it, I think each of us four guys should get two blowjobs at your house since you will be 'forced' to go down on or get sucked off by AND fuck each of those lovely females. That way each of us gets a 50/50 chance of enjoying sweet little Becca's oral abilities."

"You sure are a bastard, ya know!"

"No John, he's right," Max said. "Considering how much sex you will be forced to do; I know I will be horny as hell and I'm not even sure if two BJ's will be enough for me."

"Don't tell me you're a horndog too!" John said only to groan when he saw four heads nodding back at him. "We all need to think this over for a while."

"Okay, I admit your house will be tricky," I said. "But it would seem that not one of your sisters is 'virginal', so most likely they will end up horny as hell in spite of themselves."

"Now wait just..."

"Let me talk," I said sharply. "For you to be able to perform to your best, they will be forced to suck you off, maybe even do a wee bit of girl/girl fun."

"Hell yeah!" Max and Bernie yelled softly.

"Perverts!"

"That may be," I said, "but that makes five of us! And, I wouldn't be surprised if one or two of your sisters didn't end up begging us to fuck them before the night is over!"

"FUCKER!!"

"Calm down man," I said quickly, "think about it. Even if they are fucking their dates, they're still just as horny as we are. They are just experienced at having sex, unlike us. Oh, one more thing, remember how my grandfather died last June?" They all nodded they did. "Okay, while I was helping clean out his things I came upon his bottle of little blue pills." They all perked up at that news. "So, he had 8 left in that bottle, and it was good for five more refills of ten pills each!"

"Holy shit, are you serious man?" asked Max.

"Sure shit! I've been doing tons of yard work since then and have been getting those refills every few weeks just like clockwork. I tell you guys, I never thought he was still doing it! Anyway, that's 58 of those fucking pills ..."

"Very punny, man," Chad laughed out.

"Oh wow, good catch," I laughed back. "As I was saying, five of us, times five houses, takes only 25 pills. Hell, we can even double up if we don't think we can handle it without the help and there's still a few left over! If it's up to me, we just use one at a time. That way each of you can have five pills for later use with you mom or sister!"

"You are supposed to be so good at math," Bernie said, "shouldn't we each get 6 of them?"

"Hey, my idea, my stash of pills, my math. You should just be thankful that I'm not charging you for those things, they're not cheap!"

"Hey man," Bernie piped up once again, "we all want to lose our virginity, right?" We all nodded our heads. "Okay, so if I'm the unlucky guy that goes last, I'll be quite unhappy having to wait that long for the grand event to happen!"

"He's got a point, Marty," Chad said to me.

"Yeah, I know. I told you I've been thinking ..."

"Obsessing!" Max said.

"Whatever. Anyway, I figured if I was the last one, I'd be frothing at the mouth even with some very welcome blowjobs. So..." and I paused to make certain they were paying close attention to me, they were. "... I thought that it would be better if out of each pair of guys per female, that they also agree about which one gets the blowjob and the other guy gets to fuck her." Four sounds told me they were for certain paying attention. "Then at the second house the guys that only got BJ's would do the fucking. Of course, one guy would be the lucky one having the night of his life but in any event, after only two nights of our adventure all of us would be non-virgins!"

"That sounds lots better to me," John said as the others agreed with him.

That settled that and all we had to do was order the masks and voice things, more Velcro cuffs and get a stash of batteries and we would be set.

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Four weeks later, mid-December.

"Hey mom, would you and Sandy want some popcorn?" I asked from the kitchen.

"Thank you, Marty, that sounds like a good idea. Hurry, the movie starts in ten minutes."

Sandy walked past me to the refrigerator and grabbed Cokes for me and her as well as a beer for our mom. "Good idea Marty," she said. "This is nice the three of us together like this."

"Yeah," I said giving her a smile.

The doorbell rang just as the bag in the microwave began popping loudly. I heard shrieks and a slight scuffling noise so I called out, "Darn it, did the movie start already? Be there in a minute." Moments later I carried the plastic serving bowl of popcorn with me into the living room when I saw both of them with their arms cuffed behind their backs and an ugly monster face jumped at me snarling loudly in a totally unrecognizable voice.

"SHIT!" I cried out as the bowl of popcorn flew (was tossed by me) out of my hand before a menacing looking knife was held against my throat.

"Don't be stupid man," the mask with the knife snarled. "Just be a good boy and sit on that straight chair over there." He pointed to one of the dining room table chairs that had been pulled into the room, so I sat on it slowly then felt my hands being strapped with Velcro behind the chair's back. I could not move them at all.

Another one of the masks garbled out, "What's your name boy, and who are these two. Is the cutie your girlfriend?"

"N-no! Um, I'm Marty, uh, Martin, and she's my mom Ruth and," giving a head nod towards her I continued, "and that's my sister, Sandy. What do you want from us? We don't have any money!"

Another mask wheezed "We don't want your money. All we want is a place to hide out for a few hours, until the streets really clear out."

"We won't cause you any trouble," mom said as she tried to control her emotions and my sister started crying loudly. "Please, just don't hurt us. We'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt us!"

One of the guys peeked out the front window then made certain the curtain was tightly closed while the other three milled around looking menacing as could be. About fifteen minutes later, and after my sister had cried herself out, the one with the knife spoke up. "Hey sweet thing, yeah, I mean you Sandy. You ever give a blowjob?"

"Oh my god!" my mother gasped.

"No, I've never done that...please don't make me..."

"Fucking hell," knife guy roared, "A good looking girl like you and you haven't given a guy a blowjob yet! That is hard to believe," he finished as he walked right up to my sister.

Her face was ashen as she stuttered out, "Gosh no! I wanted to once but my boyfriend's cock wasn't very clean and smelled bad, and," she took a quick look at our mom, "and so I just jerked him off till he shot into some tissues. That was the only time. Honest." Then her lips fluttered as she shivered in fear.

"Hey stud," one of them asked looking at me, "you ever get a blowjob?"

"No," I said looking down at the floor. "I've hardly ever had a date, so I've only maybe kissed a girl a few times is all."

"You shower today?" he asked me.

"What? I mean yeah, after school. Why?"

"This is boring, we need some entertainment and this movie sucks. Sandy sweet stuff, I want you to give the stud here a blowjob."

"Oh my god, NO!" she cried out looking at me, then him, then me, then mom, and then me once again.

Mom gasped out a raspy cry of, "Oh Jesus!" then she let her eyes go everywhere.

Sandy was starting to hyperventilate while softly saying, "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." over and over and over and I began to worry about her. Hey, she is my sister and I do love her. I just want to get a chance to fuck her without her being pissed at me.

"Leave her alone!" my mom said strongly. "She's never done anything like that, but I know how. If you insist that somebody has to do that to him then I'll do it."

"Mom?!?" I asked with a rise in my voice.

"Let me handle this, Marty." She turned back to our tormentor and asked, "Do we have a deal?"

Chad was in deed surprised that she had made this offer but was happy to comply. "Sure, I'd rather see her do it but maybe she needs to be shown how first. Don't do anything cute or your baby Sandy here will get hurt."

"You rotten son of a bitch!" I yelled at him.

"Just shut up hero, you're about to get a blowjob from your hot mommy!" he snarled in the strange sounding voice.

Another masked buddy stepped over to my mom and said, "Here, let me help you stand up," and he gently took her arm and helped her to her feet. He was nice about it, for which I silently thanked him for.

My mom looked at him and said, "I'm going to need the use of my hands."

The four of them looked at each other, then, Chad's garbled voice said, "Okay, take the cuffs off. But mom, as a thank you from you to us, you need to lose the top. Bra too."

I saw my mother start to object, then with a glance at Sandy she then stared right at me as she slowly removed her blouse followed by her plain white bra. Pretty sure she smiled slightly when she saw my eyes pop out of my head when she first bared her tits...they are fantastic!

"My god mom," I said softly as I looked from her tits to her face and back several times.

"I'll need a pillow for my knees," she told them then grabbed one off the couch and dropped it at my feet before she slowly went to her knees in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs. "I'm sorry son." Her shaking hands somehow managed to undo my belt and the waist button before struggling mightily to pull the zipper down. "Lift your hips honey...thank you," she said as she pulled my jeans and boxers down my thighs. She gasped when my stone hard lance snapped up and smacked me close to my navel.