Jim's Slippery Slope

Jim's father ran away when he was a toddler. Jim's mother, Elli, made his life difficult. He was a gambler who lost a lot of money and a womanizer, which she just couldn't stand. Elli was his third wife and didn't want to keep the scoundrel. One day he won 28 thousand dollars at poker, kissed little Jim on the forehead, put 5 thousand dollars on the table and left without looking back. It had damaged his macho self‐image that Elli was an obsessive masturbator. Of course he knew it from the beginning, she had been doing it since early childhood, but now it bothered him.

5 thousand dollars was a lot of money back then, 50 years ago. Elli lived very, very frugally in the first year, but eventually the money ran out. What was left for her? She had married very early and given birth to Jim when she was only 18. She had no choice but to prostitute herself. She was slim and slender, halfways pretty and liked to fuck. She fought for her life, she never wanted to submit to a pimp and worked only for herself. That's why the other prostitutes respected and valued her. If she couldn't find a babysitter, a prostitute would sometimes step in and look after Jim. So it happened that the boy had seen hundreds of breasts and pussies of all kinds in his youth, because he was full of curiosity chasing after the different pussies. The whores laughed and showed him everything. Elli knew it, but he was just a curious child.

Of course he slept naked next to her, like her, and the children's room became a storage room. He went to school very well, he did his homework and helped Mama save money. She didn't have to pay a babysitter, he sat obediently in the storage room with his textbook. Of course he spied through the crack in the door when a man came to fuck Mama. He was happy that so many men came and paid Elli. They never had to go hungry, the connection was clear to him very quickly.

He looked at the photos of his father and asked questions until she told him the truth. Gambling and womanizer were words that she explained to him and the boy resolved not to become either one or the other. But "obsessive masturbation" was much harder to explain. "Masturbating is what I do every night, you know!" said Mom and he nodded. "You rub yourself until you're knocked out and happy again!" he answered. Mom nodded, "that's called the orgasm. So, the two new words are masturbation and orgasm, got it?" Jim nodded, sure, "but what is an obsession?"

She scratched her head. "When you do something way too often, when you're so driven by it that you just have to do it over and over again." Jim thought for a moment. "So you fuck obsessively because you have to do it all the time?" was his logical question. She shook her head in the negative. "I do it to earn money, without money we would both starve and die. No, Dad was really disturbed that I had to masturbate many times a day, sometimes for hours, it was obsessive. It disturbed him because he thought I didn't love his cock or his fucking as much as I loved masturbating! It hurt his pride!" Jim nodded, that was easy to understand. "So, do you still masturbate obsessively, Mom?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Maybe, but maybe not. I really like the orgasms, but I don't masturbate nearly as often or as long as I used to. Dad shouldn't have gone because of that, the idiot!"

Jim now paid closer attention to Mom's masturbation. She masturbated every night, not very often twice. "Not obsessive," Jim judged. But she drank a lot more whiskey than before. She was very cheerful and happy when she had been drinking, Jim had sipped the whiskey and found it disgusting. "You're too young to drink alcohol," said Mama. He nodded, he knew that, he was getting older and bigger and was gradually entering puberty.

He turned on the small light to get a better look at Ellis masturbating. She laughed drunkenly, not really caring. He moved closer so he could see better how her finger rubbed her clit, first slowly, then faster and faster, until her whole body stiffened and then rolled in orgasm. She let it die down and smiled at him. "Phew, that was good!" she said every time. He watched her every night, his cock getting incredibly stiff every time. He could squeeze and press the cock as much as he wanted, but it only went soft again when she was finished. Once he asked if he could put his cock in? She stopped masturbating. "But no fucking!" she said half‐heartedly. "Yes, Mom, only the men who pay for it can fuck you!" She didn't answer, she wanted to carry on masturbating. So it came to be that every night he put his cock in her pussy hole and left it in until the end. And so it was that when she climaxed, he squirted inside. She didn't seem to notice, but he told her. She was too tired for a long dispute, "Okay, you can put it inside a little bit or all the way in, whatever you want. But hold still, don't move and let it squirt on its own! And don't fuck me, you're never allowed to fuck me!" she mumbled as she fell asleep. Jim promised. "Hold still, don't fuck me!" she repeated, getting quieter and quieter until she fell asleep. She was soon deeply asleep and he carefully widened her pussyhole with his fingers, then he penetrated her, very deeply, without waking her up. But nothing happened, nothing at all! Very carefully and slowly he pulled his cock out to the tip of his penis and just as carefully and slowly pushed it deeply all the way in, so she didn't wake up. He did it for a quarter of an hour, that way she didn't wake up. He felt the squirting rising up inside his loins, in and out a dozen more times and he squirted the whole load inside. It was surprising and wonderful, squirting inside. He did it at least twice or more, until his cock was completely soft. He was very proud that he had invented it and always did it when she was deeply asleep. He told her, of course, and she asked him worriedly if he fucked her while he was doing it? He swore up and down that he never fucked her, and when the squirt rose up, he stayed completely still as he had promised and let it squirt inside of its own accord. He squirted all the juice deep inside, that was okay, right? She nodded and sighed deeply, and she believed him, he never lied to her. He continued to experiment, of course. He could fuck faster and faster without waking her up and that was really great! She sighed contentedly when he fucked the sleeping woman, the alcohol made her sleep deeply. When he had fucked enough and pulled his little dick out, she obviously felt an orgasm coming on. She sighed deeply and half submerged for a few seconds, she rubbed her clit for a few seconds wildly and triggered the orgasm. She breathed out deeply, put an arm around Jim and went back to sleep smiling. He did it for many years. It was always surprising and wonderful, that squirting inside! He really didn't tell anyone because Mom wanted to keep it a secret. Not even Aunt Jenny.

Here it must be explained, that Mama had a half‐sister, Jenny. Aunt Jenny had dark skin, she was negroid, a Mandingo half‐breed, Mama was white like Jim and his father. Aunt Jenny's mother was very dark, Jim had seen her a few times and was a little afraid of the black woman, who dressed in traditional Native clothing. Her father was a West African slave and her mother was a pure‐blooded Indian. Perhaps also because her pussy was pitch black and not bright pink like Mama's or Aunt Jenny's. Jim knew this because as a child he often followed Jenny's grandma to the toilet to see how women peed, as they didn't have a penis! The second time the little boy dared and pulled the grandma's labia apart. She squirted not from the big, black hole, but from a small one. "But we're not curious at all, are we!?" giggled the old woman, and Jim shook his head. "No, Jenny‐Grandma, I just wanted to see how you pee not having a dick!" Since then he knew that Grandma's pussy hole was pitch black and not light pink.

Grandma spread her pussyhole with her fingers and, chuckling and giggling, invited him to put it in. He came right up close and fearlessly stuck his cock into the black cunthole. She wanted to know if he was already fucking. Yes, the bear. He had cut a hole in the bear's bottom, on its belly, and fucked the bear in the storeroom until the man outside has finished fucking Mom. He should show her how he fucked the bear, said Grandma. He fucked her until his cock got soft. Grandma giggled and praised him, saying he would soon be a man who could really squirt. She pulled out his little worm and spoke to the cock in another language. When she was finished, he asked her and she smiled gently, it was a magic spell, but a good magic spell. Now Jim was quite sure that she was really a witch and since then he was a little afraid of her, even though she always let him watch her pee and then bump her like the bear. He shouldn't be afraid, she was just casting good spells and he would soon be able to squirt properly! The magic spell seemed to work, because he was able to ejaculate 1 to 2 years earlier than his peers, even though his cock was still a small boy's cock. But he shouldn't tell anyone, not Jenny and not his Mom either!

Aunt Jenny also worked as a prostitute in a posh brothel across town and came to Mom almost every week on her free afternoons, and went back to work in the evening. Jim had Jenny explain what a brothel was, then he asked Mom why she didn't work there too? Aunt Jenny made a lot of money there! Three reasons, Mom said, three reasons. First, she couldn't work there with a child. Second, she wanted to be her own boss. And third, she wanted to decide for herself whom she fucked. Jim was impressed, three reasons, that was a lot!

Before Jim knew the word, he knew that Aunt Jenny was a lesbian. That connected her with Mom. Mom wasn't a lesbian, but she made lesbian love with Aunt Jenny, who needed it, "obsessively," thought Jim. He always watched when White and Black made love, the women didn't care. The fucking clit‐to‐clit was particularly exciting. Jim lay down very close to see how Aunt Jenny's clit fucked Mom's clit. It was always Aunt Jenny who fucked Mom to orgasm, never the other way around. Aunt Jenny looked at Jim's stiff cock and said he could masturbate. Jim disagreed. "That's not possible, I don't have a pussy like you women, I have a cock!"

Jenny exchanged a look with Mom, then lifted Jim onto her lap. "Of course you can masturbate, it's just different than with us girls." Jim looked at her admiringly. She was a very clever woman, he thought, because to earn money she fucked men or let them fuck her, but to have fun she fucked Mom. That was clever, what a clever lesbian! Jenny grabbed his cock with her fist. "Watch out, I'll show you!" and she rubbed his cock and let him squirt into her other hand. Had he been paying attention? Aunt Jenny asked and he nodded, that was child's play. "How often can you squirt?" he wanted to know. "It varies from man to man. Some do it just once, others more often. As long as it squirts, it's OK. But if you do it too often," Aunt Jenny added, "then it's called obsessive!" Jim exclaimed, the word sounded so clever and funny. Aunt Jenny smiled, "how clever you are!" she said.

Jim had never thought about fucking Mom like the paying men did. Months later, Aunt Jenny asked if he masturbated a lot. Jim said three or four times at most, so only as long as he felt like it. When the pressure was gone and he was relaxed, he stopped masturbating. She nodded in agreement and asked, "Are you fucking yet?" Mom intervened, "he's too young," but Jenny shook her head. "Look at his cock, it's already big enough, and he can squirt too!" Mom took a deep sip of whiskey. "He's too young, I say! At least his cock is a boy's cock, not a man's cock, you can see that!" and the subject was off the table. But Aunt Jenny had put a bug in his head. Several weeks later, Mom and Aunt Jenny were lying peacefully next to each other after the strenuous clit‐fucking. Jack sat opposite them and compared their pussies.

Aunt Jenny had a bigger ass and bigger, heavier breasts than Mom, but Mom's pussy hole was visibly bigger than Auntie's. That was, because Mom had given birth to him and Aunt Jenny never had a child, Grandma's spells prevented that. Jennys clit was also a bit bigger, although the clits were now resting and no longer stiff. Jim watched the two of them as he masturbated and squirted on both pussies. He leaned forward and spread Aunt Jenny's labia. "I understand what you meant, dear Aunt, when you said that people have different sized cocks, breasts and noses. That's why you two have different pussies, but thank God not as black as Grandma's." None of the sisters asked how he knew that.

Aunt Jenny nodded. "That's why we don't judge men by the size of their cocks, because it doesn't really mean anything. Everyone fucks differently. That's all that matters." Jim mumbled that he had never fucked. Mom's head jerked, but she said nothing, that Jim was squirting inside since some time. Aunt Jenny, who had beautiful black eyes, looked at him. "And do you even want to?" Jim nodded, with a big lump in his throat. "Mom says I'm still too young," he mumbled. Aunt Jenny looked at him amused. "I asked if you wanted to, not what Elli wants, I know that. She also knows that I have a different opinion." All three were silent.

"You don't want to let him fuck you now, do you?" Mom suddenly groaned, "he's just a child!" That spurred Jenny on, and how! "I'll prove to you that he can do it, now, here and today!" Jenny gritted out and pulled Jim onto her stomach. Mom was about to protest, but only half‐heartedly. Aunt Jenny took Jim's face between her hands. "You know how it works, don't you?" Jim breathed almost inaudibly, "Yes, of course, I've seen it many times when the men were fucking Mom!" Mom rolled her eyes in despair, she hadn't known that, only suspected. Aunt Jenny's hand grabbed his cock and guided it.

She inserted his small, stiff cock into her fuckhole. A shiver ran down his spine, it was wet, soft and warm in this hole. He stuck his cock in as far as it would go and looked triumphantly at Mom. She turned her head to the side briefly, but then watched. Jim had seen the men fucking Mom a thousand times and just copied everything. Jim had only just earlier squirted, so his cock lasted a very long time. He fucked Aunt Jenny for 10 minutes or more. "I have to squirt, Auntie!" he gasped and the Aunt nodded. He squirted his full load rhythmically, in full, firm jets, into Jenny's pussyhole. He squirted more than ever before. Jenny rubbed her hot clit briefly as he squirted and released herself. He saw his juice running out of Jenny's pussyhole. He lay down between the sisters and gasped for air.

Mom muttered spitefully, "Now you can fuck him every week, my dear Jen! You brought this on yourself!" Aunt Jenny grinned from ear to ear. "One minute longer and I would have had a massive orgasm, Elli!" Aunt Jenny stroked Jim's face. "You fuck well, little Jim, maybe one minute longer so I can have an orgasm?" Jim was confused, but he nodded. "Next time, Auntie, I promise!" Mom grabbed his cock, which was almost completely hidden in his lower body and squeezed, pressed and rubbed it until it was hard again and then she slowly masturbated him. Since he was able to squirt, she would smile at him and masturbate him during the day as often as he wanted, and at night he was allowed to squirt inside, masturbate, and continue squirting as often as he could. When she noticed that he was ready to squirt, she let him mount Jenny again, fuck her for a few moments and squirt inside. Aunt Jenny winked at him cheekily when she went back to work later.

That evening, Mom was even drunker than usual, she was in high spirits and happy. Alcohol was her friend! She laughed as Jim cuddled with her. She laughed as he knelt in front of her pussy and rubbed his cock until it was stiff. She laughed loudly as he penetrated her pussy hole. "Jen taught you something, didn't she?" and he fucked her for a long time. She stopped laughing, she was getting hornier and hotter by the minute. Jim held back his squirting until he couldn't anymore. "I have to squirt now, Mom," he gasped, feeling guilty because she hadn't had an orgasm yet, and squirted everything in, the full load. She rubbed her clit, grinning like a madwoman, and laughed obscenely and frivolously as the orgasm swept her around. She drank a whole glass of whiskey in one go and stroked his hair. "We're not allowed to do that, Jim, that's incest, we're mother and son! That's actually forbidden!" Jim snorted contemptuously through his nose. "And crossing the street when the light is red is also forbidden, but everyone does it!" They were silent for a long time. "And that's called incest?" he asked after a while. She nodded. "If we both fuck each other, then it's incest!" she mumbled sleepily. Maybe she didn't even hear Jim growling, "Then we'll just do incest and cross the street when the light is red!"

Mom didn't have it easy in the next few years. During the day the men came to fuck and at night Jim came, he had to squirt very often and fucked her often. He had to squirt and fuck very often when he hit puberty. The alcohol made her fall asleep, but Jim didn't care. He fucked her even though she was already half asleep. He didn't want to masturbate anymore, fucking was much more exciting, much better. He fucked her so often that he was completely drained. "But never more often, Aunt Jenny," he said to her, "otherwise it would be obsessive!" He and Mom laughed and explained to Aunt Jenny what this "obsessive" meant. Jenny said thoughtfully how much she had longed to fuck little Elli when she was young, when she saw her little sister masturbating obsessively and unashamedly in front of everyone. But back then she had kept it a secret that she was a lesbian. Jim liked those afternoons when Jenny came to visit. He watched them during the exhausting but exciting clit‐fucking and then fucked both of them, one after the other, until he was completely exhausted. He found it very exciting because the sisters fucked very differently but really well. That's how the teenage years went by.

Jim had already gotten into trouble with the law at the age of 14. Petty shoplifting, purse snatching and using a stolen ATM or credit card. None of the judges wanted to put the clever, likeable boy in jail, usually he only gave him a few days of youth detention. He was also different from his peers in that he didn't rape girls or forcefully fuck them like the others. He had enough to fuck with his Mom and Aunt Jenny. His criminal record was growing, he was 17 and at 18 he would be treated as an adult criminal. His deep anger at this world came from his genuine despise of his father, when he realized that he was no Robin Hood or street hero, but just an unsuccessful petty criminal and card cheat. He wanted to achieve more, so he applied to join a gang. They had strict initiation rituals. Stealing handbags and plundering ATM cards until he could put $5,000 on the table for the boss. A little exercise. Then he was supposed to steal a car. Also a little exercise. He took the Porsche to the gang's headquarters, a small, dirty wooden shack. He casually tossed the car keys to the adjutant, who immediately sped off in the car. The third and final task was the easiest, to fuck the wild Melanie in front of the assembled crew. They didn't want to accept any gay people. The rough guys were standing around the table as he pushed Melanie down onto the table. She was a real naughty slut, neither pretty nor sexy, but she was there for everyone. She hugged him, feigning affection, and whispered that he shouldn't squirt inside, but rather pull his cock out so that everyone could see the result. "We'll see!" he murmured and started to fuck her. Her pussy was much tighter than Mom's and Aunt Jenny's, but she was only 18 years old. It bothered him from the first moment that she moaned as if he was fucking her God knows how well. After ten minutes he covered her mouth. She couldn't breathe anymore and while almost choking, Melanie had such a huge orgasm that his cock was squeezed out. The tough guys stared, because Melanie only had an orgasm very rarely, usually only when the third man fucked her. Jim penetrated angrily again and started fucking from the start. Melanie was exhausted from the orgasm, she stopped moaning and he squirted everything into her pussy hole, all the juice. The tough guys nodded in agreement. He was taken in.

Fewer and fewer men came to fuck Elli. Jim now brought home money, although he knew that Mama would invest most of it in whiskey. He was worried about her because she had become an obsessive drinker. He held her tenderly in his arms every night when he fucked the drunk mother. She fucked pretty well when she was drunk. She hated the world in which she could get fewer and fewer guys to fuck her, but who would want to fuck a staggering, naughty former beauty? She hated herself because she had been living in incest with her son for years and he was pretty much the only one who liked to fuck her passionately. Alcohol was the only friend who was really on her side.

Jim was an atypical gangster, unlike everyone else in the gang. He didn't drink alcohol, only non‐alcoholic beer. He smoked, but he never took any drugs. And he didn't rape or fuck a girl against her will. When he felt like fucking, he fucked Melanie, even though they had no emotional relationship. Sex, fucking and squirting, yes. But it was never more. And he was the only one in the gang who went home to his Mom in the evening. Some people laughed at him for still living with his Mom at 22. But he was one of the most effective gangsters, he got money and young girls in abundance. It didn't turn him on at all when the girl was deflowered and fucked by the whole gang. He still found that disgusting at the time, but watching them fucking made him very horny.

And people were afraid of his fists. No sensible person would pick a fight with him, because he was always the winner. Even when he was arrested, he punched some police officers in the nose until they bloodied. He only got a few days or a few weeks in youth prison again, they didn't want to label him a serious criminal, he was smart and smooth. He always knew how to dissimulate himself so much that no judge wanted to seriously convict him. Then the turning point came.

He met Fox, an old man who had lived in various gangs all his life. Fox was someone you liked to talk to and listen to, he had the wisdom of a millennium in his veins. Like Jim, he didn't drink alcohol. He had been a drinker in his youth and had been sober for 40 years. Jim somehow saw his father in him, without thinking about the fact that Fox was a womanizer through and through. But he was wrinkled, white‐haired and no longer looked sexy. This made his abstinence all the more difficult. But Jim could help him. The boy could get him a young girl at any time, sometimes even a virgin. Jim sat in the back room of the barracks and watched Fox deflower and fuck the girl. It was only exciting for him to watch and he sat still when the old man, who was already over 50, fucked the girl. Fox was not a bully, he treated every girl decently, never hit one. It was a while before he took Fox home and let him fuck his drunk mother. Aunt Jenny wasn't so happy, in her opinion Fox was a bad, weak‐armed fucker. She was always glad when Fox wasn't there and she didn't have to let him fuck her.

Once, when Jim had served four days, Fox spoke to him seriously. "Two things are holding you back, my boy," said the street philosopher, "your criminal record and your alcoholic mother." Jim listened with great interest. "You can overcome the first hurdle by moving to another state. There you keep a low profile, no one will read your criminal file. And your mother can get well again and maybe sober if she gets the change of scenery." Fox scratched his beard. "I would move to Nevada or California, it's nice there, the sun will do your mother good, maybe she'll get sober. I got sober in Nevada, 40 years ago."

Jim only said goodbye to Aunt Jenny, Fox and Melanie, he didn't have any real friends. He was 29, packed Mama into the car and drove off. In California he found what he was looking for: work and a nice home. Mama had hardly drunk anything the whole week they were driving. She sat on the veranda and let the sun shine on her face. "Oh, how nice, I haven't sat in the sun for 30 years!" She didn't get sober, but she drank very much less and was never drunk again. Jim wrote several letters to Fox, to whom he owed the good advice. Everything went well for a year.

He had changed jobs, a motorcycle gang owned a bar and he became a bartender there. Mama visited him often and started drinking a little more again. There was nothing he could do about it. She was 49 and started living the whore life again, she went from the bar to the top floor and let anyone who paid fuck her. There was nothing he could do about it either. Mom was 49 and fell in love for the second time in her life. Jim didn't like the guy, he was a financial burden on her and therefore on him and he was her best drinking companion. Jim saw how quickly she was falling apart, but he couldn't do anything about it. Jim slept with some chick in the bar, and now her new boyfriend was lying with his mother. 4 months later she was dead. Jim almost lost his mind. He gave her a proper burial, kicked her drinking buddy out and banned him from the bar, he never wanted to see his face again. And then he fell apart himself.

He was divorced, it was nothing serious, just an accident 15 years ago. His wife and daughter lived in the neighboring state. Mom was dead, no one was expecting him for sex in the evening. He continued working as a bartender and got close to the motorcycle gang. They took him in because he had his tattoos, which were from the first gang. He had saved enough and bought himself a proper motorcycle, a Harley Davidson. He enjoyed the rides with the men and the girl in the gang, Lucy. Better to fuck Lucy than no one, that was a start. Lucy was almost 30, she looked wild, dirty and depraved, but she was the girl for the gang and fucked everyone. Jim really only saw her as a fuck buddy, Lucy was nowhere near as passionate about fucking as Melanie. Sometimes he let a chick in the bar pick him up, but it was all one‐night stands. He became more and more bitter, he drove around a lot on his Harley and eventually started chasing young girls. The younger the better. He deflowered a girl for the first time in his life and fucked her every day for three weeks, then he lost interest in her. Girl after girl followed, that was his thing now. He looked good on his Harley, the girls liked to climb on the backseat and lay down on the grass at the edge of the forest with their hearts pounding. He didn't rape any of the girls, if one of them really didn't want to fuck, he brought her back and was disappointed every time. But the majority let themselves be fucked, more or less shyly, by the handsome Jim. He led this life between bar, Harley and girls for about 5 years. Then everything changed again.

A blonde woman in her forties entered his bar and turned his world upside down. She looked at the barman, she wanted him! Michelle had been divorced twice and had two daughters who lived with her ex. She went straight to the bar and after 20 minutes he dragged her into the back room. They fucked like mad and both believed there was no one else. He took her home on the very first evening, they fucked like they were on their honeymoon and he quickly got used to the fact that Michelle wanted a lot of violence and variety. They fucked in the cemetery, in the small chapel and at the back of the supermarket. They used toys that Jim had never seen before and played a lot of bondage games. Gradually the willingness to use violence that lay dormant deep within him came to light. Michelle was much more brutal and violent than Jim by nature. It was only hot and fun when things got heated. For Michelle, he could never be brutal enough; for an outsider, she was only satisfied when Jim beat her to death and raped her. They were made for each other. They got married in Las Vegas, laughing and spending two years on their honeymoon. Then he had a problem.

He couldn't take it anymore. Michelle didn't give up, she did everything she could to get him to fuck her again. Then she made a mistake that would change both of their lives forever. But it was out of love, she had never been so in love with a man as she was with Jim, she just couldn't accept his impotence! She asked him how he drove around on the Harley and picked up young girls to fuck. That was the solution, he should fuck young girls again and then her, that was it! He bought a van, removed the seats in the back and put in a mattress. He set up a mobile torture chamber for Michelle there. Michelle had awakened dark spirits and powers in him that had been lying dormant until then. In the past, he would never have used violence on a girl. He had always felt this conflict when the gang members raped a girl, the conflict between disgust and an insane lust. And now he was about to put Michelle's violent fantasies and his own into action. So they went hunting together.

It always went the same way. They picked up a young girl somewhere who of course refused to be fucked. Michelle lived out her violent fantasies and tortured the girl until she gave in. Jim watched this violent orgy and got a hard‐on. Now it was his turn to deflower the girl and fuck her. He could fuck again! He imagined that his cock was as small as it had been in his youth, and all these young girls had very tight pussies! It fit like a glove! Michelle had already given birth to two children and of course her pussyhole was no longer as tight. When he was finished, Michelle raped the girl by fucking her to orgasm with a dildo. Then they let the girl run in a deserted place so that they had a head start. Jim knew exactly how far they had to drive to avoid being stopped by the police.

They stopped at a parking lot in the woods, he could fuck again! Michelle enjoyed it a lot, but it never lasted more than a week. Then he needed an untouched girl again and she needed a victim who she could fuck with a dildo and bring to orgasm at will, that was exactly her thing. She fucked thr girl by hand with a dildo to orgasm, some of them she could bring to more than one orgasm, with a devilish grin on her face. They were cunning, they were here and there. The police were in the dark for two years, they had more or less good statements, but not very good ones. Not even the color of their van matched. Jim and Michelle went on a successful hunting trip every weekend. But the end was near.

When they returned from a hunting trip, Jim was grinning from ear to ear, he had won a hat trick! Michelle turned pale with disgust and lust when Jim laughed and said that this girl had been his own daughter! Michelle slapped him lightly. "You deflowered and fucked your own daughter!? You let me fuck your daughter with the dildo several times to orgasm!? — Are we out of our minds??" But she quickly calmed down.

Her eyes glittered as she guided him to a certain spot on the next trip, where they waited for almost two hours. Then Michelle pointed to a girl and took the wheel. He dragged her into the car, Michelle put a sack over her head and began the torture. Jim was hard again and Michelle gasped softly, "She's still a virgin!" Jim took the girl's virginity with pleasure and fucked the willing girl for half an hour. The girl had overcome her first reaction and was calm and passive, perhaps she also thought that the fucking was far less bad than being tortured or even killed. In any case, it had a positive effect on Jim, who preferred it when the girl no longer resisted and went along willingly. That at least delayed the ejaculation for a long time.

Michelle picked up the dildo, but thought better of it and decided against her usual procedure. Jim was surprised, but he didn't ask. He thought Michelle was already very horny and wanted to get fucked as soon as possible, the only logical explanation. They left the girl standing in the middle of the forest with the sack over her head and drove a good distance to fuck in a parking lot. He could do it again, without a doubt! After fucking, she looked at him and laughed. "Revenge! That was my older daughter!" she said triumphantly. Jim was shocked, but Michelle just laughed hysterically and was eager to be brutally fucked all week long.

They continued, week after week they caught a girl. They caught a young girl of Chinese descent, she was no longer a virgin and obviously very experienced, Jim noticed that very quickly. She reacted so excitedly to Michelle's fucking with the dildo that Jim had to fuck her again. He choked the girl, he wanted to force her to orgasm like he did with Melanie. Although the girl was tied up, gagged and blindfolded, she just smiled lustfully and fucked very actively, she really was very experienced! He used a rope to help, but she just couldn't orgasm from choking. The girl passed out and was almost suffocated. Jim fucked the dying girl a third time and her legs twitched in death throes when he squirted. Michelle took over the rope and choked the girl until she was dead.

They left the body at the edge of the forest and drove away. They were both completely out of their minds, they fucked for two hours in the parking lot until it was already dark. Jim said, "What a goddamn mess, we must never do that again!" And Michelle said, "Did you notice that I had an incredible orgasm when I finished her off?" Jim growled very angrily, "What, finished her off? You strangled her, murdered her, killed her! So say it or shut up!" They didn't speak to each other for the whole week.

But Michelle's daughter did speak. She listened to the TV news with horror, she was not an isolated case. Over 60 girls had gone to the police, one girl had been murdered and the police were now asking for the public's help. She didn't think twice and went to the police. She said it was her mother and held her ground under sharp cross‐examination.

Three days after the murder, Michelle and Jim were arrested. There was enough evidence in their van. Michelle was the first to give in and accused Jim of doing everything. Jim gave in a day later and confessed everything truthfully, with all the details that only the murderer and rapist could know. He didn't sugarcoat anything, he said what he had done and what Michelle had done. He knew that was the end.

Nine months later they were in court, they were found equally guilty and both sentenced to death. The victims testified behind closed doors, it was too cruel and too detailed. The jury rolled their eyes at how graphically they described Michelle's torturing. They described being fucked or deflowered by Jim as disgusting and shameful, not a single one found it great or hot. They all found the most shameful part of being masturbated with the dildo. Many burst into tears, they were ashamed of having orgasmed. Some who had orgasmed several times said that their bodies were perhaps too used to orgasming anyways.

Michelle tried everything to talk her way out of it, but she had no luck. Her DNA on the bloody rope spoke volumes, as did Jim's DNA in the girls vaginas.

Jim and Michelle have been on death row ever since, awaiting their execution.

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