Whipped, p.1
Whipped, page 1
Whipped
Eros
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
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Acknowledgments
I would like to acknowledge the first two people that ever had sex: Adam and Eve. Without them, we wouldn’t be able to get our freak on. I would like to thank them for taking a bite out of that pretty red apple because we have been fucking ever since.
I would also like to thank Linda Williams, Dolly Lopez, and Yasmin Clark. I love you all.
And special thanks to my wife, Taaj Abdullah, for being my inspiration and inspiring me to pick up the pen. Words could never express the love I have for you.
Dear Readers,
I would like to take this time to thank you for picking up this book, but I would also like you to understand that this book is not for everyone. I wrote this book for the sexually free or for the people who are looking for sexual freedom.
Many people hide behind their fancy clothing, job titles, religion, or political status, afraid to embrace their sexual urges. One day, we open up the newspaper or turn on the news, and there they are, standing in front of the world, airing out their dirty laundry, saying things like, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” instead of saying, “Yes, I shoved my cock down her throat. She sucked it, and I exploded into the depths of her stomach.” The world would respect you more if you came right out and said, “I’m a freak, and I like it.”
I wrote this book to help you learn more about yourself. Do you like what’s in it? Do you want to try some of the freaky things in it? I don’t know, but you do. Ladies, as you read this book and find yourself becoming hot and wet, shifting in your seat, moving your legs from side to side, trying to fight the urge of sliding your hands into your panties and playing with your coochie to get off, go ahead. Do you. It’s a free world. Men, if you find that your testicles are swelling up, put the book down and jerk off. Better yet, find your girl or wife and fuck her good and hard. Ask her what she wants for a change. I know she’s tired of the boring missionary position that you do for three minutes before falling asleep without bringing her to orgasm. You might find out that she would like to do more. God forbid if she asks you to eat her pussy.
People realize that if you don’t satisfy your partner, someone else will. Many sexually starved people in this world are dying for the chance to do all the things you won’t do. Shit, I wouldn’t mind giving it a go myself. Contact me at erosgreekgod@hotmail.com.
Sincerely,
Eros
Whipped:
The Beginning
MEET THE WARE FAMILY . . .
Chapter 1
“Oh, Pee, what’s that?” Fee asked her little brother as she looked at him standing with his pants and undershorts pulled down as he pulled on a funny-looking organ between his legs.
“It’s the same thing that Daddy has, but Daddy’s is much bigger,” Pee said.
“What does it do?” she asked.
“I can pee-pee out of it, and it can stand up by itself sometimes. I think it can do some other things, Fee. I just haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Wow, that’s cool. Can I touch it?”
“Sure, you can.”
Fee poked it with her forefinger. “What are the two things at the bottom?”
“I don’t know, Fee.”
“Oh, I have something much cooler.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do too. I bet you don’t have one of these.” Fee dropped her pants to the floor and started pulling down her panties.
“What in the hell are you two doing?” a voice blasted through the door. Their mother, Joyce, busted inside. “You two nasty-ass kids. Put your clothes back on and get to your rooms.”
“I’m already in my room,” Pee answered, which earned him a fast pop upside his head.
“Then get your butt in bed.”
Pee jumped on his bed, rubbing his head. When Joyce turned around to confront Fee, she was long gone.
God, what am I going to do with these two brats? She then set off to find her husband. “Paul! Paul!”
As Joyce described the scene to her husband, he couldn’t stop laughing. “Paul, stop. It’s not funny.”
He kept laughing.
“You think it’s a joke? Do you take me trying to be a good mother funny?”
“Come on, baby, not at all. It’s just that they are only kids. It’s normal for them to be curious at ages 7 and 9.”
“I don’t want to hear that crap.”
“Come on. Are you going to sit here and tell me you never played show-and-tell when you were growing up? I know I did and every other kid in New York City that I can remember. We copped a feel or two or showed our private parts off to one another. That is part of growing up, but I guess you didn’t, right?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Okay. It’s nothing then.”
“I didn’t say that either. It is something. They are brother and sister.”
“Oh, I get it. If they weren’t brother and sister, it would be all good.”
“Yes. I mean no. I’m not saying that. Stop twisting my words around. What I am saying is you better do something about it.”
“Like what, Joyce?”
“Something. They are too damn young to be thinking about those types of things. Also, no, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if it was someone else’s kids. I’m not trying to save the world’s kids, just the two that came out of my ass.”
“Well, boo, I saw both of them when they were born, and neither one of them came out of your ass.”
“You better stop playing with me, or it will be a long time before we’ll be playing show-and-tell.”
“Come here, baby. I’m only playing. All I was saying is they are just being kids and doing what kids do. I promise I will talk with Pee and make sure he doesn’t grow up to be a flasher. You, on the other hand, will have to talk to Fee. She’s the oldest.”
“I see how it is. You don’t want to seem like the bad guy to Ms. Princess.”
“No, that’s not it at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“Well, I feel since she’s a girl, you can have sort of a big-girl-to-little-girl talk.”
“No, Paul. I can have a big-hand-to-little-ass talk. That girl is too damn bad.”
“No, no, no, Joyce. If you don’t have a serious talk with her, she won’t understand. Then when she really needs to talk to you about sex, among other things, she won’t. So, I’ll do the father-and-son talk, and you do the mother-and-daughter talk. Deal?”
“Well, okay.”
“Now, that’s over. Come over here and give me some sugar, and we can play our own little game.”
“No. Now, I know where they got that nasty game from. ‘You show me yours, and I show you mine.’ Paul, you are nasty.”
“I know, but you love it, don’t you?”
Joyce pulled her oversized T-shirt over her head, exposing her firm breasts and already hardened gumdrop nipples.
Paul ran his tongue across his lips, already tasting her titties in his mouth. Joyce’s breasts were a firm 36DD. You couldn’t tell that she gave birth to two kids. Her body was so perfect. She was a 36-22-40. Paul started grabbing her breasts, palming them, and squeezing them together, placing small kisses on t
“Come here, baby,” Joyce said, pushing him back on the bed. “You want some of this?” she teased as she mounted him.
She began to grind her pussy on his dick with a winding, circular motion. Paul’s dick was hard inside her. She started rocking back and forth on his dick. Paul was holding where it came to the dick department. He had a rock-hard, ten-inch rod. She began to squeeze her titties together while rocking faster and faster. Then she began to hump harder as she bucked up and down. Paul was meeting her with a hard thrust as she bounced on him. He was holding on to her hips, making sure that the pussy didn’t get away.
Joyce picked up her pace, riding that stiff rod faster and faster. Paul leaned forward, sucking on her breasts.
“Yeah, that’s right, mommy. Give it to me. Yeah. That’s it,” he was moaning.
Joyce’s pussy was nice and wet now. Paul flipped her over and slowed it down some. He didn’t want to blow his load yet. He pulled his dick out of her pussy and started to lick her up and down. He traced her stomach with his tongue and brushed it across her pussy hairs. He could smell her pussy. Her aroma was so enticing. He started sucking on her pussy lips. Then he spread her open and began licking each lip. Her juices were all over his fingers. He was sucking her pussy so good. He buried his face deep between her thighs. His hands were gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and he could feel all her pussy juices that leaked between her ass crack.
“Ooh . . . Baby, please, fuck me. Give me that big dick,” she moaned.
His dick was throbbing. He came up for air from between her legs and kissed his way up her body until he reached her breasts. He mouthed her breast, sucking her nipple extra hard. Without warning, he slammed his dick into her coochie, pushing deep inside her.
“Oh God, oh . . . Yes, daddy, yes. Fuck me. It’s your pussy, daddy.”
As he delivered his dick to her, he spread her ass cheeks and pounded her coochie with his meat, causing her to shout out in pleasure.
“Ooh . . . aah . . . umm, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy. It’s your pussy, daddy. Fuck me.”
Now, Paul was all hyped up. He flipped Joyce over, bringing her to her knees doggie style. He grabbed her hips and started to beat that pussy up. He pulled his dick out and parted her ass cheeks, then licked her up and down between her ass. Then he stuck his tongue in her asshole, wiggling it around in her anus. She was dripping cum. It ran down her inner thighs. He tongue-fucked her in the ass. Then he opened her vagina lips with his thumbs and blew softly inside, sending warm air into her. She was so pink inside her pussy. He pushed his finger in her asshole and worked it in and out of her anus as if it were a small dildo.
“Ooh, baby, I’m going to come.” She could feel the contractions in her pussy. Paul was now eating her out from the back. Her pussy was on fire.
“Ooh . . . Aah, baby, it feels so good. Put it in me, daddy. Give me some dick. Please, I can’t take it no more.”
Paul got up and pushed her head down to the bed, making her arch up with her ass high in the air. Her face was buried in the pillow. She was waiting for the impact that was about to come. She wanted to get punished.
Paul positioned himself to deliver his manhood. He got leverage so he could stuff his ten inches deep. When he pushed in, she cried, “Yes, please, daddy. Please. I’ll be good.” Paul felt in control and loved it. He grabbed her hips and pushed even deeper. Her pussy was so wet. He could feel the tip of his dick touch her G-spot as he pulled almost out of her pussy and tilted his dick up inside her.
All Joyce could do was shudder as her pussy released milky cum. Her G-spot was squirting her cum out. She was gripping the mattress as Paul pounded faster.
Her juice was dripping down his nut sack. You could hear the sound of smacking as he slammed into her wet pussy and the smell of pussy and booty in the air.
Paul felt that he was about to bust off, so he dug his fingertips into her soft ass cheeks and yelled, “I’m coming.”
Joyce reached between her legs, grabbed his swinging balls, and massaged them as he squirted his nut into her.
Neither one of them had a clue of the little, wide eyeballs that were watching them through the bedroom door’s keyhole.
On the other side of the door, Pee watched his mother and father make love.
“Wow,” the small voice said. “I knew that my thing could do more tricks.”
Chapter 2
Joyce had just dropped the kids off at school and entered the house when she heard the phone ringing. She rushed to answer it so that it wouldn’t wake up Paul. He didn’t have to work today.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hi, Mrs. Thang.”
“Oh, hi, Mom. What are you doing?”
“Don’t even try it, Joyce.”
“What did I do?”
“Joyce, stop with the front. You know just what you did, leaving me on the phone line and never coming back on.”
“Oh, Ma, I’m so sorry. I forgot.”
“How could you forget?”
“Well, I clicked over to talk to Paul, and he sent me looking for some important papers. I’m sorry. I forgot until right now.”
“Save that fake shit.”
“Why are you going there, Ma?”
“Girl, please. You just got caught up talking nasty on the phone with that fine son-in-law of mine. I know you two. Whenever he’s not home sexing you, he’s calling you and talking sex on the phone.”
“Ma, stop.”
“Okay. It’s your story. You tell it but stop with the ‘Ma’ shit. You know my damn name.”
“Okay, Dian.”
“That right, Dian. You make me feel so old, calling me Ma. You already made me a grandmother at a young age.”
“Well, you had me at a young age.”
“Well, shit happens. Anyway, I’m calling you to fill you in on your future stepfather.”
“Oh no, not another one.”
“Well, excuse me for trying to include you in my life.”
“I’m already in your life. I’m your only child, remember?”
“Please don’t remind me. You almost ruined my body and put me out of work.”
Dian had Joyce when she was 15 years old. She was a model, and while in Italy, she met a basketball player who she fell in love with and was sure they would be together forever and ever.
Dian was now retired at 45 years old. She was part Italian, five foot ten and 135 pounds. Her figure was 36C-22-34. She still looked good. Since she had Joyce at such a young age, it was more like a sister-to-sister relationship than mother and daughter.
Joyce never really got to know her father. He still lived in Italy, got married, and had another family. She talks to him from time to time, and they send cards on holidays. If you ask Joyce about him, the most she would say is he is tall, Black, and handsome.
Joyce and Dian had a great relationship. There was nothing they didn’t talk about or do together. They even used to pick up guys together before Joyce met Paul and got married.
Men would trip over each other, trying to talk to Joyce and Dian when they were out together. Joyce just didn’t understand why her mother wouldn’t settle down and get married. She met plenty of men. Even now, she traveled the world promoting her cosmetic line.
When Joyce would ask her mother why she didn’t get married, all she would say is, “They have to be a triple threat: money, looks, and bedroom equipped.”
“Well, as I said, Joyce, I want you to meet Doug. He is very nice, and he’s an actor.”
“Okay. When do you plan on stopping by?”
“When is good for you?”
“How about Sunday for dinner?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay, it’s a date then.”
“Tell everyone I send my love and tell Paul to keep you and my grandkids happy.”
“Oh, so you do know you are a grandmother?”
“Of course, I know. I just don’t inform the world.”
“Dian, you’re a mess.”
“No, I’m on point.”
