Zoe and her Son's American Dream Part Two
By Stephanie Gilbert
Copyright 2021 Stephanie Gilbert ©
All characters in this story are totally fictional and also over the age of eighteen. No A.I. was used in creating this story.
Ben was in Mark's study, reading the story, when I came in. I bent over his shoulder, reading with Ben when his hand moved up between my legs. He inserted a finger in my ass and another in my pussy, so I spread my legs to allow better access. The story was hot, and I was thrilled that Mark did use all my ideas. The hottest was when the mother was on the front porch fucking the plantation owner while the son watched from the barn pulling his prick and shooting all over the barn door. I pulled on Ben's cock, and he splashed his cum on his chest and continued to finger me until I came humping down onto his hand. We cleaned up, and I went to bed. Ben soon followed.
I woke up the next day around daybreak with Ben's hard prick between my ass cheeks again. I pushed back on it a little but decided I didn't want to clean up this morning, so I moved away and went down to start breakfast. As soon as I had the bacon cooking, two boys rounded the corner into the kitchen, looking for food.
It was a wonderful life: the anticipation would build up during the day, and a sexual release of some form had to follow. Mark's wife had to be frigid, not to jump his bones at least once a day. I couldn't get enough of him!
On Sunday, Mark was out on the porch on a lounge chair, and I came out with some beer for him and a glass of wine for me. We could hear Ben tinkering in the barn across from us. I sat in the other lounge chair, enjoying the afternoon sun. Mark was looking at my brown body. when I had finished my drink, he asked if I would like another.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me?" I laughed.
"Of course, any red-blooded man would," he said, taking my glass from me.
He returned with the drinks, leaned over, and kissed me. I was a little worried about Ben seeing us as I hadn't told him about having sex with Mark yet, and I wasn't sure how it would go down with him. I was feeling the heat and the kiss, so I let my legs fall open, and I could feel my pussy lips slowly peel apart. I ran my finger through my pussy and circled my clit with the juice. Mark leaned over again and played with my nipple, and it stood up with the attention. He pulled on my nipple more, forcing me to stand up as he guided me over to his lounger.
Mark wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. I had a leg on either side of his hips and my hands on his chest. I lowered myself onto his cock. When he was inside me, he moved his hand to my ass, sliding his fingers from my pussy to my asshole and back again a few times. He slipped a finger up my ass, and I became lost in the sensations as if nothing else existed outside of his eyes. He slipped a second finger in my ass. He had found my little secret, and I grunted my approval. Encouraged by this, he pushed his fingers in me to the hilt.
He pulled his fingers from me, and I was about to complain when I felt something much bigger pushing against my other opening, trying to get in. Mark had stopped thrusting but held his prick in me. Confused, I looked over my shoulder to see Ben hunching over my body. I tried to relax and let him in, but with both cocks it would be tight. I had never done this with two men before, but I had tried it many years ago with my husband and a dildo. This was much hotter with my son about to fuck me up the ass. I relaxed, and Ben's cock head slid in, joining Mark's cock inside my body.
"Go slow, baby," I said to Ben.
I felt him slide another inch into my ass, and I grunted out my approval. Mark slipped in and out once more, then held himself in place. Ben then slid another two inches into me. I humped back, driving the rest of his cock into my ass.
I was so full. When I squeezed my pussy and ass muscles, the boys gasped. They both started to pump their cocks together, withdrawing and slamming into me in unison. The double penetration was so intense I had never felt anything like it before. They continued to fuck me until I spasmed as I climaxed on their cocks.
My ass pulsed on Ben's cock in time with my orgasm. He grunted, and I could feel his cock swelling and then squirting sperm into my ass. Mark reached around us and held Ben's hips to me, and kept thrusting into my pussy. He was grunting with the effort of holding both of us up and pumping into me, but he didn't last much longer, freezing in place just before shooting his cum into my waiting womb.
Ben pulled his still-hard cock out of my ass. I climbed off Mark as his cock was shrinking fast. I leaned down and sucked Mark's cock clean as he lay back on the lounger.
I looked over at Ben. "Go wash that cock off and get back here quickly."
When I turned back to Mark, I saw him wink at Ben. A scene right out of Mark's book, they had played out my fantasy, with the ass-pounding being a bonus and the best part. I laid out on the lounger next to Mark, and when Ben came back, I spread my legs.
"Come and put that big cock in my pussy, my baby boy," I said, with my arms and legs inviting him in.
He knelt on the lounger between my legs and slid into my pussy to the root in one push. We set up a slow rhythm. I rocked my hips up to meet each thrust. I had a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of me, forcing Mark's sperm mixed with my pussy juice to run down my ass crack. I reached around and slid a finger in my now loose ass and could feel it was full of cum. I fingered my ass while Ben fucked me to my second orgasm of the day, and as soon as my pussy began its contractions around his shaft, he bellowed and blasted my insides with another load of fresh sperm.
We spent the rest of the afternoon laying out on the deck. I watched as Mark disappeared into the house and came back with two gloves and a ball. He and Ben were throwing back and forth for a little while. And I was thinking about how good Mark would have been as a dad. His wife really did miss out. But fuck her, he is ours now. Mark asked Ben to throw a fastball. Ben wound up, and the ball whacked into Mark's hand, causing Mark to pull his glove off and shake his fingers. Calling time with the time-honoured 'T' signal, he disappeared into the house again, returning with a catcher's mitt and face mask.
"Go again," he said, calling the fastball with the old one-finger call.
Again, Ben wound up and, stepping out, delivered another whack.
"Where did you play Ben?"
"Out in a dirt paddock with the rest of the kids in town," looking at Mark like he had asked a daft question.
Mark made the call for a curveball, and Ben threw another strike. Then a slider, again a strike. Then a fastball. Whack! It sounded the loudest yet.
"How did you learn to pitch like that?" Mark asked, pulling the mask off and throwing the ball back to Ben.
"We all played stickball and copied everything the pros do: every movement, every grip. Every boy in our country wants to be in the "show"." Ben said, with a gleam in his eyes both Mark and I could see the passion and pride he had in his skills.
"I played right through college and never saw someone who could throw that hard," Mark said and clapped Ben on the back. "It's a shame you weren't born here; you could have made a bomb. Even just getting to AAA you would never starve. But when someone makes it to the "show", they will likely get half a million a year to start".
I made sandwiches for dinner as the boys threw more balls. Mark couldn't get over Ben's speed, but I had seen it many times before. I saw the play of a father and son in the backyard and wondered if we had finally found a home. That night I slept with Ben again, and he spooned me with his cock snuggled in my ass crack as usual.
