J. Forte: The Sex Thief

"That's eavesdropping, Doctor… " he remarked.

Murtaugh's lovely features softened, and a slight smile played around the corners of her mouth, "Perhaps, but often I learn things more quickly that way-hence, a saving to my patients."

Marc laughed lightly and kicked off his shoes as he lay back on the red recliner.

"You feel a great deal of hostility toward women, don't you, Marc…" and it was more a statement than a question.

He took note of the first name implication and relaxed even further. "I hated my mother…"

She smiled, "Really? That's odd, last week when we discussed your family background you stated you loved her."

"I lied."

"And were you lying to Felicia too?"

Mare turned and looked at her, he felt equal to her intellect, but not her sophistication He pictured her sitting there naked, her hands bound at the small of her back begging him to fuck her. He blinked and the image dissolved as she asked, "Well?"

"Ah… no-she's a lovely girl."

"Why did-you try to shock her?"

He sighed deeply and lay back, "Beats the hell outta me, I do things like that quite often…"

"Would you like to tell me about some of the things you do?"

He did not miss the emphasis on the word "things," but he wasn't about to elaborate on them for her-not this soon, at least. He closed his eyes and the old vision came to him-just as it always seemed to come at times of stress, and again the dull ache began at the base of his skull and the fingers of pain reached upward to close about his head like a vise.

"Is something wrong, Marc?" Murtaugh asked, and leaned forward slightly.

"All, yes… my head.. I think I'm going to have one of those fucking headaches again…"

"What brought it on so suddenly?" she inquired, a touch of concern in her voice.

"Thinking…" he mumbled.

"Thinking about what, Marc?"

"Two men… those two men…"

Murtaugh drew her breath deeply, then let it out slowly before she told him, "Tell me about the two men, Marc."

"I… I was about twelve-thirteen… I can't remember… we had a basement in the house… I was down there…" He paused and remembered what he had been doing in the basement. Then he continued: "I had been looking at a magazine-and I jacked off…" He cleared his throat and pressed his fingers to his temples as the pain persisted "I, ah… I guess I heard the noise upstairs first-I thought my mom had gone out and I was frightened she would catch me down there-with my pants down. I hid the magazine and climbed the stairs to stand on the basement landing… and I heard them… "

"Them?" Murtaugh asked softly.

And he thought about that day as he began to relate to her what he had heard and then seen. He had felt the fear well up in his chest as he stood there on the darkened stairs of the basement. The first sound he recognized was that of his mother pleading-begging, and he had opened the door a crack to look into the kitchen of their modest home. He saw nothing, and he crept from the stairs, into the kitchen, and stood by the door that led into the living room. Again, he heard her cry.

"Please… don't not that… for God's sake, not that!" Then he heard a loud slap and his mother's sobs came to him from just beyond the door. Kneeling down, his body tense with fear, he shoved open the door a bit and he saw them-two large men holding his mother between them… they were black!

"Oh, yes," one of them told her, "we gonna do that an' a lot more… you been shakin' that white ass of yours at us for long enough… now we gonna shake somethin' at you!" and they both laughed as his mother cringed. It was then that he saw she was blindfolded and that her hands were bound behind her back.

Marc's first impulse was to run for help, but something kept him Tooted to the spot and he felt his young heart pound heavily in his chest as be watched the men remove her clothing. He had never seen a grown woman completely naked before-and beyond the occasional pictures he came across in magazines, he had no idea what they looked like in the flesh. As he viewed his mother's jutting tits and the dark patch of hair between her legs, he felt his own prick twitch inside his pants. He watched iii awe as the two men disrobed and displayed huge black pricks and, heavy balls. He swallowed drily as they ripped the last shreds of his mother's clothing from her as she struggled, then began rubbing their large black hands over her defenseless body. She sobbed loudly as they cupped her tits and ass, ran their lingers through the hair of her pussy and fingered her obscenely, then took their swelling cocks and began rubbing them all over her body.

"Ohhhh… please… please…," Marc heard his mother cry as one of the men forced her to her knees before him and began rubbing his thick black prick all over her face. The other man dragged a footstool over and forced her to bend forward over it as the man knelt before her. And as he watched, the man kneeling before his mother took hold of her face and squeezed her jaws painfully until she opened her mouth; then he lunged forward with his great, swollen prick and shoved it in. A strangled cry came from her threat as her mouth was filed with hot, black flesh and the man drew his breath sharply as he held her head between his hands.

"Suck it, bitch!" he ordered, and shoved more of his prick down her throat. "Suck it 'til it comes in your, mouth!"

Marc stood transfixed as his mother took more and more of the stiff black thing into her mouth and gagged. The man pulled back slightly as she did, and Marc's mouth dropped open as his mother moaned. The glistening shaft was withdrawn from her obscenely ovaled lips, but rather than attempt to pull away, she licked out with her tongue, then moved her head forward as her mouth made a sucking noise. Behind her, the other man was kneeling, and he had, his hand between her legs stroking her pussy as he rubbed his great prick over her ass and thighs.

"Man… looks like she sucked one of them, before…" the man kneeling said as she twisted her head and took even more of the huge black cock into her mouth.

"Uh, huh!" the other one groaned and shoved his hips forward. "She do know how to suck a man!"

Marc watched then as the man kneeling behind his defenseless mother rubbed his swollen cock between her legs, nudged her pussy with its shiny, wet head, then pushed forward to bury his prick in her cunt. Marc had expected a scream of pain to come from her throat, but instead she merely moaned softly, kept sucking, and appeared to raise her ass up a bit as the man behind her took hold of her full hips with his large, black hands. Marc felt the mixture of fear and excitement as he watched the two men fucking his mother in mouth and cunt at the same time, and, without being fully aware of the act, he freed his penis from his pants. and stood there stroking himself as he watched. His excitement grew as he saw the glistening pricks with-drawn time and time again to be thrust deeply into her, and, as she began to writhe beneath the dual fucking, it was obvious to Marc that his mother was not being harmed-she was not in pain-she was actually deriving some sort of a sick pleasure from the things being done to her.

"Oh, Lord!" the man in front of her said as-he pulled his prick out to the swollen head and the woman licked him furiously and tried to swallow him again. "Oh, Lord! I'm gonna come… she's makin' me come… Jesus… Jesus Lord!" and Marc watched in open awe as the man's legs shook violently and his prick jerked and spasmed as he shot his load into her sucking mouth. His body quivered as he held tightly to the sides of her head and she continued sucking long after the globs of hot come had been taken into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, he pulled his wilting prick out of her wet mouth and gasped for breath as she cried out.