Johnny, Jenny and Wendy

Jenny was only 15 when she gave birth to her son Johnny. The administrators complied with the law and sterilized her immediately after Johnny's birth because Jenny was considered insane. Johnny was placed in state care, moving from foster home to foster home. At that time, in the 1920s, schizophrenia and split personality, as we would call it today, were unknown. And Jenny was thought to be crazy.

Jenny had forced Wendy to hide. She was only 14 and did not want to share her beloved, Ronald Vanderbilt, with Wendy. Wendy was still the weaker one at the time and hid from Ronald. Jenny didn't want him to find out that Wendy was also living in Jenny's mind. Ronald would not have cared at all, he was only intent on fucking the sweet little girl. That's exactly what he did, he deflowered Jenny and only Wendy screamed briefly when he deflowered her, but Ronald didn't notice and fucked the little girl for two weeks. Then he moved on to the next town. That's what he always did, the vagabond.

Jenny lived from hand to mouth, or from pussy to mouth. In Petty Gulch, which had been founded as a trading post before the Civil War, there were now almost 400,000 people living. But Petty Gulch was a huge crime den through and through, and the expanding Mafia had also made itself at home here. Wendy only needed 4 or 5 paying customers a week to make ends meet.

Johnny was placed in a foster family at the age of 12, where the foster mother was keen on her foster sons. She seduced each of them, and the boys rarely stayed for more than three months. Johnny was old enough, she thought. The foster father was only there as a formality, she had let him fuck her to ensure his cooperation. So she lured Johnny into her bed. He had had no sexual experience other than childish doctor games. Now she had him lying next to her, they were both naked, and she wanted to play doctor with him. His ears turned red when he saw the naked woman, he had never seen a naked adult woman before. They gradually began to play quite casually with each other, and Johnny was amazed when she made him squirt with her fist. He had never ejaculated before. Now he was allowed to lie between the doctor's thighs and put his cock in her pussy. That's how Johnny learned to fuck. And he loved fucking, she was very willing and always ready to let the boy fuck her. He stayed with her for almost a year, then she sold him. Yes, she sold Johnny.

Vic, actually Victoria, was the mistress of a local gang boss. Fat Al, as Alonso Furtivo was disrespectfully called, led his gang with a firm hand. He had picked Vic up on the street when she was 15 and kept her; it was to be a long relationship. But young Vic was getting older, at 30 she was too old for Fat Al. He had long since picked up the next minor girl, Vic was out. She didn't accept that. She stuck a long hat pin in the space between his collarbone and shoulder, the tip penetrated his heart, although he didn't notice. A very mean way to kill someone, but Fat Al was not Vic's first murder. Vic was no longer there when Al collapsed dead. He had bled to death internally, the police closed the investigation. Vic was fine.

Vic knew the foster mother from before, from the prostitution business. That's how the deal was made. Johnny didn't mind, he was used to being pushed around. He switched to Vic, she was quite pretty, younger than the foster mother and eager to learn. There was no reason not to tell Vic, so Johnny said he had been fucking the foster mother for almost a year, since he turned 13. Vic reassured him that if he wanted to, of course he could fuck her if he wanted to. So it just happened that Johnny fucked Vic night after night. She loved to fuck, passionately and eager to have an orgasm. Vic wasn't masturbating then and fucking was her only source of orgasm.

But Vic was running out of the money she had stolen from Fat Al. She needed a new breadwinner. She chose Manny Junior, a very good-natured Mafia hitman. He solved the problem and dumped the body in the river, then he got his money. He had been in love with Vic for a long time, and the fact that she now had a 14 or 15 year old son did not bother him at all. He now had a family of his own, a woman he loved with all his heart and who let him fuck her passionately every night. Of course he had already suspected that Johnny and Vic fucked every day, but he did not let that stop him from loving Vic and living with her. Vic was sensitive enough to hide it from Manny. She let Johnny fuck her in the afternoon and Manny at night. Johnny had turned 15 and wanted to do something. Just lying around was not enough for him. He talked a lot with Manny, because Manny didn't hide what he did for a living.

Johnny was so excited that he wanted to become a contract killer for the Mafia too. But it turned out that he was a very mediocre shooter, actually a very bad shooter. Manny shook his head. An assassin had to be able to shoot, that's that! "And how about a long gun?" Johnny asked dejectedly. Manny thought for a moment, then nodded. They went to the shooting range and Johnny shot. He was perfect for it. Manny bought him a very good gun, a Remington Repeater Rifle with a hexagonal barrel and a Swiss telescopic sight. That was a good gift.

15-year-old Johnny accompanied Manny to his next job. Johnny shot the target in the head from 250 meters away. Manny was satisfied and gave him half the money. Manny was happy about the development, it saved him the risky approach to the victim. Johnny had no pangs of conscience, he wasn't too close. Manny regularly took him to Mafia meetings. Johnny didn't carry a revolver, a knife had to do in an emergency, but it was never necessary.

At one of these meetings he saw Bonny for the first time. He was paralyzed, he fell in love for the first time, the 16-year-old. Bonny was the second head of the Barrow gang, who sought cooperation with the Mafia. But nothing came of it. Johnny, however, couldn't take his eyes off Bonny. She was actually tough, not a beauty. She seemed to be dragging her leg, but Johnny didn't see it. He was completely in love with her, he loved her madly. The fact that she was practically the wife of Barrow, the gang leader, didn't bother him. It was just a small hurdle.

Johnny approached the members of the Barrow gang. He found out when they would rob which bank. He took up position opposite the bank. The criminals stormed out of the bank, the policemen after them. Johnny shot several policemen in the leg, so that they gave up the chase. Johnny showed up at the gang's uninvited. He was carrying the Remington in his backpack, only the barrel sticking out. Clyde Barrow wasn't particularly impressed, but Bonny liked the cheeky guy. She took him in because he was so cheeky and she was in a marital fight with Clyde.

Bonny slept alone, next to Clyde. Johnny realized that this was his chance. He lay down next to Bonny. She raised her eyebrows when he snuggled up to her inner thighs from behind. Clyde noticed immediately, turned his back to the two of them and tried to go to sleep. Johnny, the cheeky guy, did something that none of the Barrow gang would have dared to do. He lifted up Bonny's skirt. She raised her eyebrows, but that was all. Maybe Clyde could be provoked, she thought and pushed her panties aside. Johnny entered Bonny's pussy hole without a sound and waited a moment. She softened herself, she relaxed her pussy muscles. She was inviting him to fuck her. Johnny almost burst with happiness. He was in the pussy hole of his beloved maid and she took him in, she didn't beat him away.

Johnny fucked her from behind, with his eyes closed. He had reached the goal of his desires. He was just about to squirt inside when Bonny reached back and pulled his cock out, she didn't want him to squirt inside and did the last few movements with her fist. He paused briefly, Bonny held his cock, which didn't soften as quickly as Clyde's. He pressed it onto her hand and pressed his cock back into her pussy hole.

He continued to fuck Bonny from behind, this time taking a very long time. Bonny had her first orgasm from fucking and put a finger on her clit in disbelief. She calmed down and felt him just increase his pace and squirt inside. She was so amazed that she completely forgot to pull his cock out.

He got stuck in her pussy hole and Bonny felt that the guy wasn't finished yet. He fucked her again after a short while, she was already too tired to masturbate. This is exactly why her orgasm came completely unexpectedly. They both had simultaneous orgasms, he squirted in the middle of her orgasm because she had lost all control. They fell asleep, after he curled up next to her.

Johnny traveled around the States with the Barrow gang for about 4 months. Clyde Barrow didn't give him a single cent. He thought Johnny was well paid because he got to fuck Bonny every night. Clyde was also a little jealous and worried because Johnny fucked Bonny two or three times every night. Bonny was blossoming, she had already fucked a dozen men, but no one fucked as well as Johnny. Even better than the uncle who had deflowered her as a child and who she had thought was the best so far. The Barrow gang became a little careless, partly because Clyde had his mind elsewhere, but also because the Barrow gang could rely on Johnny. He watched over their escape like God. Johnny only shot the policemen in the legs, which stopped the pursue. And shooting policemen dead was very, very dangerous.

So it happened that Bonny Parker and Clyde Barrow fled in their Ford V8, but they couldn't get away. They gave the police a heated battle, a legendary shootout. Their car and their bodies were riddled with bullets. The police were proud of their success and put the car and their bodies on display. Johnny arrived in a stolen car, he took one last look at Clyde and Bonny, he had to drive on immediately, blinded by tears.

Vic and Manny were shocked when he showed up again. A lot had happened in those 7 months. A sociology student from Petty Gulch wanted to write a paper on adoption matters and came up with Jenny. Inga Johansson was very methodical, like a good detective she followed Johnny's trail from foster family to foster family, she even tracked down the last foster mother and interrogated her until she admitted to having seduced him and letting little Johnny fuck her for a year. She also admitted to having sold him to her intimate friend four years ago. She gave Victoria's address. That's how Inga ended up with Vic and Manny. But she had no luck because Johnny was no longer there. And she had no luck either because Manny became suspicious and locked Inga in the basement. End of the line.

Manny wanted to know everything, but Inga had nothing to say. She didn't understand at all why Manny and Vic locked her up. Manny injected her with heroin twice a day to make her submissive. She was addicted in no time. After a week she was ready to tell Manny everything. Before she started studying she had only had a few harmless lesbian experiences, she only had one boyfriend at university who deflowered and fucked her regularly. She wanted to marry him after she finished studying. And she had sent a report to her own address every day to use later for her work. Manny had kept the heroin from her, he didn't know what to do anymore. Inga begged and promised to do anything. "Everything?" asked Manny. Inga nodded and let Manny fuck her for a heroin injection. Every day, twice. For weeks.

Vic was jealous of Inga. Manny fucked Inga twice a day and didn't fuck Vic at all anymore. She had to kill Inga, that was for sure. She mixed cyanide into the heroin and Manny injected it into Inga. The student died like a dog, completely alone, in the basement. Vic told Manny what she had done and why. Manny was stunned; they had a body in the basement. Our Manny didn't think much, otherwise he would have realized that Vic could have killed him too. He disposed of Inga's body in the river at night, where it was only discovered by chance. Her violent death hit the university like a bomb. Her friend and lover searched through her daily reports and found Jenny, Johnny and Vic. The police questioned Vic and Manny, but there was not the slightest suspicion. They said that Inga was there, but Johnny wasn't. Inga had gone away with her boyfriend. That was a new twist. They were looking for the unknown man. And now Johnny was standing in the door.

He was welcome, of course. Vic hugged him full of joy and sexual desire. Little by little Johnny opened up and told them everything. Barrow gang, Clyde, the robberies. And Bonny, his great love, who let him fuck her every night. He cried when he told of the terrible end of their lives. Vic comforted him, she understood something about love. She and Manny loved the boy, each in his own way. Life went on.

Inga's boyfriend got the ball rolling. He took Johnny to his biological mother, Jenny, and took care of all the formalities. Johnny was given into his mother's care by court order. Vic and Manny hugged him goodbye, saying he could come back at any time if things didn't work out with Jenny.

Jenny now received state support payment and Wendy no longer had to work as a prostitute. She lived in a tiny apartment, a one-room apartment. Kitchen and shower in the living room, toilet in the hallway. She made dinner and went into the shower. Johnny sat at the table and watched her shower. She was a stranger to him, although he immediately felt a connection to her. After all, she was his mother. She had told him everything. The care had taken its toll on Johnny forever, and she was branded as crazy and sterilized. The long years she had to sell her body to earn money. But she never felt like a whore, never. That was Wendy.

He watched her carefully. She was 35 or 34 years old, a little chubby and otherwise of impeccable build. Beautiful, full breasts, neatly trimmed pubic hair and a pretty nice ass. Johnny had only seen the last foster mother, Vic and Bonny naked. They were all about as pretty as his mother. That was good, very good in fact, he told himself, because he had decided to fuck her while he was showering. She was sitting naked on a chair and watching his muscular body. Only now did he discover that Jenny was talking to herself. Inga's friend had prepared him for it, but now he saw it for himself. He turned off the water and listened to her.

Jenny said, "Wendy, be a good girl, we have to sleep in the same bed as him. Be nice and hold back!" Wendy replied laughing, "Jenny, you have a fine son, no question about it. Look how he strokes his cock, it's already half hard! I think we're going to fuck him today, both of us!" Johnny held his breath, this is going to be a fun game. Wendy said, "Jenny, don't be so sour, we'll both get our turn, no question about it." Johnny went to the bed, but it wasn't a double bed, just a slightly wider single bed. It was actually Wendy's workspace. But like the whole apartment, it was very nice and cleanly decorated. He lay down in bed, Jenny followed him. He shuddered when their naked bodies touched.

Johnny wanted to know what it was like with Jenny and Wendy. "We're like twins, I'm only a few months younger than Wendy," Jenny answered. "Say our names if you want to speak to one of us," Jenny concluded. "We live together like identical twins," said Wendy, "we have no secrets from each other. I masturbate Jenny every night and she masturbates me, even when she's dead tired after orgasming. Capiesch?" asked Wendy and reached for his cock. Jenny interrupted her. "Take your fingers away, Wendy! He's my son and I won't let you do it!" Johnny was fascinated. "Wendy, tell me, do you masturbate Jenny every night?" Wendy nodded in the affirmative. "Every night, without exception!" Johnny continued, "Jenny, if you like, Wendy can do it for you, she's already horny as hell today!" Jenny lowered her gaze to the sheet. "Yes, good!" She lay back and opened her thighs like every night. She lent Wendy her finger, which she immediately masturbated with. Johnny just watched and listened to the whispering of the two girls. Jenny remained the passive one, Wendy went all out. It was soon time for Jenny to run towards orgasm. She was not surprised by the orgasm, she was already expecting it. Johnny held Jenny's other hand while she trembled and twitched in orgasm. Then she smiled at him.

"Now it's Jenny's turn, she's doing it to me." Jenny's fingers twitched towards her clit. After a minute Wendy gasped, "Johnny, come, fuck me while Jenny does it to me!" Johnny didn't need a second invitation. He fucked Wendy, he squirted for a long time before Wendy twitched and wriggled violently in orgasm. Her orgasm was somehow different to Jenny's. Wendy smiled like a full fed cat. Jenny sat up. "It's strange, Johnny, that you fucked Wendy without any remorse. But I'm not up for it, you're my son, not Wendy's! So don't get too big-headed, you won't fuck me!" Johnny nodded, "I understand, Jenny, I understand! But Wendy, ... ?"

Wendy had pricked up her ears. "Johnny, Johnny, do you really want to fuck me again?" Johnny nodded in the affirmative. "I have to fuck twice every night, and since Jenny doesn't want to..." Wendy got herself into position. "So, what are you waiting for?" So it happened that Johnny fucked Wendy twice that night, and she argued with Jenny during the fucking. He came happily into Wendy's pussy hole; she was just as good at fucking as Bonny. That was a very good development; he still loved Bonny with all his heart. He was very happy that Jenny's and Wendy's pussy hole felt like Bonny's. The foster mother had long since been beaten off and forgotten. Vic's pussy hole was definitely different; it was more scratchy and wild; Vic fucked very wildly and insanely demanding. Wendy was much more delicate to fuck than Vic, definitely.

It went on like this for weeks, he was only allowed to fuck Wendy and always had to wait until Wendy had finished masturbating Jenny and then Jenny was masturbating Wendy in turn. Only now was Johnny allowed to penetrate and fuck Wendy. Sometimes he came right in the middle of Wendy's orgasm, but sometimes he came a little earlier. He just couldn't stand to keep up this rhythm any longer.

He just couldn't wait any longer, he started to fuck Jenny while Wendy's finger masturbated her. Jenny tried to resist, but Wendy scolded her terribly. "I worked as a prostitute for you for years to support us. And now you're being bitchy, even though you haven't been properly fucked for decades. So shut up now, our little Johnny really fucks well. You should be grateful to him!" Wendy and Jenny were angrily silent. Jenny pulled herself together. "It's not right to let my son fuck me, you know that very well." Johnny did not interfere in the twins' argument. He enjoyed fucking Jenny very much. She was sexually starved, her body reacted happily and Jenny had a big orgasm and then several small ones until Wendy triggered her last orgasm. Johnny smoked three cigarettes, then he fucked Wendy. It was the first time that Jenny refused to masturbate Wendy while fucking.

The next few months passed like this, Johnny fucked Jenny and then Wendy. He had long since stopped listening to Jenny moaning and sniffling. Wendy spoke to him. "The state allowance is no longer enough, we have used up all our savings. I have to go back to working as a prostitute, now, immediately." Johnny lowered his head, he had also spent all his money. He also had to work with Manny again.

Johnny sat motionless at the table when Wendy brought a customer over. She took off all her clothes because she had to shower immediately after fucking. When she was fucked, she crouched down on her knees and elbows and only let herself be fucked from behind. Never from the front, only Johnny was allowed to do that. He was reading an old book and only winked now and then at Wendy, who was letting the customer fuck her. He had spoken to Manny and he was supposed to come back in four weeks. So he sat at the table day after day and watched Wendy fuck.

Manny had work for him. The Mafia, his employer, was fighting on several fronts. There were several major gangs that were rebelling against the Mafia. Manny and Johnny were responsible for taking out as many as possible. They worked hard and decimated the gangsters. But something had changed, Manny. He always sought out the widows before they even received the death notice of her husband. He used all his skills, but sometimes also violence. But he had to have and fuck all these women or their daughters! Johnny was very surprised when he discovered it. Manny was only generous if the woman had a daughter. Otherwise, they took turns fucking the future widows one after the other until they were exhausted. They left the violently fucked woman grinning. Women were fair game in 1936, no question about it.

It was a completely different story if she had a daughter. Manny was crazy about daughters, the younger the better. "Take the old one, I'll take the young one." That was really very generous, most of the mothers were still very young, almost all under 30. He led her into the bedroom and assured her that the child would not be harmed. Half reluctantly, half willingly and horny, she let Johnny undress her. They fucked for over 15 minutes, but she didn't have an orgasm, not with hkm, not with her husband, not with her short-term lovers.

Manny undressed the little girl and sat her on his thighs. He questioned the girl thoroughly while playing with her tiny clit. Of course she had seen the fucking from a distance when the fat Mrs. Wagner paid the rent to the janitor, twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. But she had never really seen it, just the janitor's jiggling ass. And no, she didn't know anything about masturbating yet. She lay on her belly to go to sleep, pressed the heel of her hand to her pussy and rolled quickly back and forth. Then came the explosion in her pussy and she fell asleep immediately. Manny was really excited and explained to the child about deflowering and fucking. The child was on the one hand completely confused and on the other hand very curious and horny. Manny stuck his cock between her labia and gave the pussy enough time to adjust itself. He deflowered the little girl with a small jerk and could only penetrate halfway. No, she won't scream, she assured him and Manny took his paw from her mouth. She smiled uncertainly because being fucked was very strange. She stared at her pussy hole and at his cock, which squirted its juice into her. Manny and Johnny, who called themselves Greg and Charly when they were fucking, left quickly and quietly.

When they got home, Vic was waiting for her two heroes. They of course didn't say a word about fucking the widow. She let Manny and Johnny fuck her, then she listened to the report about the murder. After that, Manny and Johnny sat down on the stone steps in front of the house. Johnny was deeply disturbed. "You fucked an 8-year-old, Manny!" he said in a sad voice. Manny shook his head. "She's 9, almost 10. And she wanted it, she was curious and horny after I stimulated her clit." Johnny looked down, Manny was right. "Whatever, Manny, I could never fuck a girl that young. Let's just leave it at that, we're very different."

The war between the gangs continued. Manny and Johnny often got into trouble and had to shoot their way out. One time, Little Ben, a six-foot giant and son of a Norwegian trapper and a Huron squaw from the Canadian border, was chasing them. He was the Whitlock gang's best tracker. Suddenly he appeared behind them, Johnny was looking through the scope into the Whitlocks' courtyard. Manny, who was looking through the binoculars, quickly rolled onto his back. Little Ben was surprised and was hit in the chest by Manny's .45 caliber bullets. Manny dragged the body to the cliff and threw him off. They killed both Whitlocks with a head shot from the hills.

The Whitlocks' house was guarded by 3 men. Manny tied them like calves, with their hands on their ankles and lying on their bellies. They went into the house. The older woman made no trouble, she just threatened that her husband would slit their throats. Manny and Johnny knew better. Manny grabbed the younger one and dragged her into the bedroom. The Indian woman reluctantly let Manny undress her and remained silent as he fucked her. Johnny threw the older one on the bed next to the Indian woman and fucked her silently and doggedly. He and Manny swapped and fucked the Whitlock women in turn. Johnny didn't like it very much and soon stopped.

Days later they were running for their lives, an angry mob behind them. Manny knew how to escape. One thing was clear, though, someone in the Mafia family had betrayed them. Manny was ice cold, he became stingy with information in the family. They disappeared into the dark. They lay in wait. The heads of the Dixon gang were in their crosshairs. A Pinkerton sheriff appeared behind them. Johnny rolled to the side and fired two bullets at the Pinkerton man with his Remington Cherokee. He hit him in the stomach. Manny got up and shot the poor guy in the temple. The second Pinkerton man ran away, escaping Manny's bullets. But the Pinkerton sheriffs never gave up. They followed the trail of blood.

They had gotten rid of old Dixon and his son. Manny went purposefully into the Dixon house. They were two young women, they were Dixon's sisters. It was soon clear that they were also their lovers. Manny clicked his tongue, that was a surprise! The sisters were not very pretty, Johnny and Manny took turns fucking them and soon left them. The sisters let themselves be fucked with total indifference and without any passion, which was very disappointing.

The gang wars had already lasted for 5 years, Manny and Johnny did their job well without getting a scratch. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor ended their careers. President Roosevelt drafted the young men of the USA, including Manny and Johnny. Johnny became a radio operator, which was a fairly new thing at the time. He was stationed in the National Reconnaissance Unit near Boston. He really enjoyed radio work. Italy was finished in 1943, Johnny had long had a good contact with the Italians. Both sides kept the telephone line open, the Italians listened laughingly when Johnny fucked one of the many radio mice, the Italians laughed. "He had 'edited' her!" shouted the Italians across the Atlantic. Whatever they meant by that. The female assistants fell victim to Johnny's charm in droves. In war, women tended to be more promiscuous than in peacetime, they sought sexual adventures like never before.

Johnny had to take part in D-Day 1944, he died on the second day and was buried in Colleville-sur-Mer.

Manny lived with Jenny and Wendy for a few years after Vic's death and consoled both of them over Johnny's death. He knew Jenny and Wendy very well, Johnny had told him a lot about his mother and her invisible twin. He had met them when Johnny was still alive, but he was only allowed to fuck Wendy as often as he wanted, never Jenny. Johnny smiled very contentedly, because Wendy was a really excellent fucker. Jenny only let Manny fuck her after Johnny's death, she was much more reserved and shy towards Manny than Wendy, but Manny liked to fuck both of them.

But 5 years later Manny disappeared in the forests of Alaska.

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