The XXX Commandments
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

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Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. Now, on to the show!

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THOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME

Her face was a mask of fury as she stomped away, leaving him utterly confused.

What the fuck? I didnÕt want to come in the first place! Life sucks.

Billy remembered driving to the dance, bored senseless. ÒWhy canÕt we just fool around?Ó he asked. ÒI donÕt want to go to a high school dance!Ó

She sighed patiently. ÒJodi graduates this year and doesnÕt have a boyfriend, so weÕre sharing you. Just for tonight,Ó she said, laughing.

Yeah, that turned out great.

The dance was okay, held at a ritzy boat club. Jodi was a pretty girl, long brown hair, pouty lips, great ass.

ÒSheÕs cute,Ó he said. ÒWhy no boyfriend?Ó

ÒShe has bad teeth,Ó Jenny explained with a sigh.

The sisters swapped back and forth all night, but he didnÕt mind.

During a slow song, Billy found himself suddenly erect, pressing against JennyÕs covered pussy. He felt her heat, and knew she could feel his arousal.

Grinning, she whispered to meet her in one of the docks. Saying something to her sister, she sauntered away. His stiff cocked twitched in anticipation as he slipped outside.

Waiting anxiously in the dark boathouse, he heard her slip inside. She pressed herself against him, her nipples erect under her thin dress.

Dropping to her knees, she unzipped him, wrapping her soft hand around his shaft. Licking and sucking, she brought him close to orgasm when his soft skin accidentally caught on the edge of her braces.

Braces? Who is this?

Suddenly the lights went on.

Jenny walked into the dock, seeing Billy standing there, cock waving in the air, a pained expression on his face.

ÒJodi, you slut! YouÕre so dead!Ó she screamed as Jodi ran out, sobbing.

ÒAnd you, Asshole, what the fuck?Ó

Sigh... like any of this was my fault?


THOU SHALL BUILD NO GRAVEN IMAGES OR FALSE IDOLS

The thing Bill liked best, he had to admit, was sticking his cock as far up her ass as he could.

At least thatÕs what IÕd like to do.

Looking for the thousandth time at the lurid images, full color on glossy paper, Bill couldnÕt understand why she couldnÕt be more like the women in his magazines.

They like it up the ass... why doesnÕt she?

They had discussed it once, the conversation over quickly.

ÒNot on your life,Ó sheÕd stated emphatically. ÒItÕs not enough I swallow your spunk? You want to stick it where? Ha! No.Ó

Then one day, BillÕs life changed forever.

He was searching the internet for smut when he found it:

    ÒRevolutionary Senso-round material has amazingly lifelike
    feel. Detailed pussy and tight sassy anus with a 6Ó ribbed
    love tunnel. Perfect for when you just need to be balls deep.Ó 

His cock already hard as a rock, he moaned, ÒIt had an ass! IÕm going to fuck an ass!Ó

Pumping his fist in the air, he felt something pull. Ignoring it, Bill grabbed his credit card. Only two business days and it would arrive.

The next morning, Bill awoke to shooting pain. A trip to the doctor revealed a torn muscle and he received the admonition to Òstay in bed.Ó

The mail arrived during lunch, and Bill noticed again what a grade-A ass the mail carrier had.

It wasnÕt until he heard his wife scream that he remembered the package. Struggling to his feet, he heard the door slam shut.

Finding the torn remains of the packaging scattered over the kitchen floor, he found the sculpted ass, puckered and sliced with scissors. Now sticking out of one realistic, detailed ass cheek was a pencil. Attached was her simple, concise note.

Fuck You. IÕm leaving.


THOU SHALL NOT TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD IN VAIN

ÒJesus FuckinÕ Christ!Ó he yelled, waving his arms. Trying to stop her. ÒCome back here, you bitch!Ó

What the fuck does she think sheÕs doing?

Staring at the quickly receding tail lights, Bill knew things would change. The world most definitely had to be made right.

It had been his idea, his plan, his ass on the line. His score.

And there she goes, with her pimped up Latino plaything.

Fuck that.

Jumping over the limp body of the hero bank guard, still leaking blood and puke all over the sidewalk, Bill dialed his cell phone.

Answer goddamit!

ÒHullo? What up?Ó Damn kid, always sleeping.

ÒTony... wake up! ItÕs Bill... fuckinÕ Maggie and Emilio ran with the score, you need to find out where they are. You hear me you lazy piece of shit? Now!Ó

When he needed results, Bill got them.

The two were easy to find, as it turned out.

What the hell? AinÕt they got no sense of the chase? FuckinÕ Ricky Martin leaves his car out on the street? Christ!

He found them stuffing suitcases full of clothes and small bills, mainly unmarked twenties.

Thirty minutes later, Bill left with a suitcase full of unmarked twenties, EmilioÕs severed penis and most of MaggieÕs tongue, wrapped in a baggie. The rest of the pieces he left in the bathtub.

ThatÕll be a nice present for the maid.

Wary of any cops that might have made his car during the robbery, Bill decided to lay low for a while, surprising his mother.

ÒYouÕre always in such a rush,Ó she sighed. ÒYou got time to go to church? ItÕs Wednesday.Ó

Wednesday? FuckinÕ bingo.

Entering the cold building, he felt inexplicably drawn toward the confession box. Seeing the light was green, he entered.

ÒForgive me Father, for I have sinned...Ó


REMEMBER THE SABBATH AND KEEP IT HOLY

God, is he ever going to shut up? He goes on and on. Oops, time to stand.

ÒI believe in God the Father, creator of heaven...Ó

Finally, itÕs over. Now where is she?

Billy looked around the crowded church basement, but couldnÕt see her blond ponytail anywhere.

Mrs. Miller, the ancient Sunday School teacher approached where he stood, hot on his trail, but Billy ducked behind the coat rack before he was spotted.

SheÕs always recruiting for choir. If IÕve told her once, IÕve told her...

ÒHey Billy.Ó

He looked up and there she was, resplendent in her wine-colored robe.

ÒHey Lori. WhatÕs up?Ó

She looked at him hotly, mischief in her eyes.

ÒArenÕt you ÔupÕ yet? IÕve been looking everywhere for you. Wanna help me get out of my robe?Ó She licked her lips suggestively.

ÒHell yeah!Ó he said quietly. ÒLetÕs go.Ó

Furtively, the two snuck up to the choir loft, dark between services.

ÒWonÕt your parents miss you?Ó she asked, kissing his neck, his ears, teasing his lips with her tongue.

ÒNah, too busy serving cookies to look for me.Ó

Her tiny hand teased his cock through his slacks, stroking him to full hardness in moments. She turned away from.

ÒDo me?Ó she teased.

Unzipping her robe, he found her naked underneath, her pussy swollen and ripe with desire. Looking around and seeing no one, Billy dropped his pants, exposing his quivering shaft.

Burying himself in her wet cunt, he felt his balls slap against the soft cheeks of her ass. The angle wasnÕt quite right.

ÒStand on a hymnal,Ó he whispered. She did. Better.

For minutes, only the wet sounds of sex could be heard.

Balls tightened.

Nipples hardened.

Pussy spasmed.

Seed spurted.

Cock wilted

ÒOh God.Ó

ÒOh God!Ó

ÒAmen.Ó

ÒGot that right.Ó

ÒNext week?Ó

ÒAmen!Ó


HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER

He turned questioningly, unsure if he was Òdoing itÓ right.

ÒThatÕs great, Billy, just like that.Ó

Happy at his success, Billy plunged deeper inside the slippery pussy, enjoying the heat.

ÒGod, it feels like a million fingers grabbing my prick,Ó he sighed. He leaned down and kissed her voluptuous mouth, spearing his tongue between her parted lips.

Groaning into his mouth, the woman began panting, as his cock thrust in and out rapidly.

ÒOh oh oh oh,Ó she panted, her breasts jiggling, fat nipples proud and erect. ÒFuck me harder, Billy. Deeper!Ó

He lifted her legs, spreading her pussy wider for his spearing cock.

ÒThatÕs good,Ó she sighed, reaching between them to fondle his balls, reaching up to tease his puckered ass. He jerked, surprised.

ÒDonÕt you like it?Ó she teased.

He nodded shyly.

She shoved her finger dip inside her juicy cunt, coating it with slippery fluids. Pressing firmly, she pushed her finger against his resisting sphincter, dipping in up to the second knuckle, stimulating his prostate.

Billy groaned. Suddenly her finger disappeared.

His moan of disappointment turned to a gasp as something large forced into his bowels. Turning, Billy saw the man behind him, his face tight with concentration, pushing his cock forward, deeper into his ass.

Billy thrust more rapidly now, in fear and excitement, lust and pain, his rapid movements matched by the people on either side of him.

She came first, screaming ÒBilly!Ó as a flood of her juices washed over his shaft, triggering his own orgasm, his cock spurting over and over. Exhausted, Billy collapsed as the thrusting cock in his ass expelled its massive load.

Gentle hands rolled him over, holding Billy between their sweaty bodies. He turned and kissed each parent in turn.

ÒLove you Mom. Love you Dad.Ó

ÒLove you, Son.Ó


THOU SHALL NOT KILL

ÒBilly!Ó His mother is angry.

What did I do?

The boy looks up, questioning.

ÒYou killed her.Ó A simple but true statement. Billy hangs his head.

Oh. That.

ÒSorry.Ó

ÒI told you specifically not to kill her.Ó

ÒYes.Ó

ÒAnd...Ó

ÒI killed her anyway.Ó

ÒWhy?Ó

ÒDunno.Ó

Sighing, his mother folds her arms across her chest.

ÒI donÕt know what to do with you today. Just... go to your room. Wait until your father gets home.Ó

Father! No!

ÒIÕm sorry. I promise I wonÕt do it again!Ó

Too late for pleading now. Better to have not killed in the first place. Painfully obvious in hindsight.

ÒNo, go to your room. I asked you nicely, I pleaded with you not to kill her, and you killed her. Go to your room.Ó

ÒFine.Ó His voice is flat, emotionless, defeated.

A broken boy walks to his room, where she lays limply on his bed. Her eyes are glassy, unfocussed.

He looks sadly at his sister.

ÒIÕm sorry for killing you,Ó he says, as he begins to smell her odor.

Her eyes open languidly as her hand glides over her swollen pussy, her musky scent fills the room.

ÒDonÕt worry. It was just a video game.Ó

Licking one sticky sweet finger, she beckons him closer.

<<<<<>>>>>

Their father arrives home from work.

A distraught mother tells of murder and a boy sulking in his room.

Walking through the door, he sees his daughter home from college, her brother buried to the hilt in her cunt, her dress around her waist, tits flailing everywhere.

WhatÕs going on?

So drunk are they with their lust, his children donÕt notice him standing there.

With a jerk, the boy releases his seed as his sister gasps and passes out.

Le petit mort.

ÒShit,Ó the boy groans. ÒI killed her again.Ó


THOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY

Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One...

On television, Times Square watched as the ball dropped.

Bill cheered with everyone else, then quickly downed his drink, ready to leave.

Two soft tits suddenly pressed into his back, the tits presumedly attached to the breathy voice whispering in his ear.

ÒHey sexy,Ó the voice said. ÒWanna go somewhere... private?Ó

WhoÕs that?

Turning, he groaned.

ÒMarcia, be careful! What if someone saw you? What would your husband think? What would Carol say?Ó

ÒYour wifeÕs a frigid bitch who doesnÕt deserve you, and Roger can take a flying leap and suck my balls,Ó she slurred. The empty glass of champagne had not been the first of the evening. ÒHappy New Year!Ó she yelled, spinning around and beginning to slip to the floor.

Catching her as she fell, Bill felt the firm pillows of her ass press directly on his cock, which began to expand and inflate, tenting the front of his pants.

ÒBig boyÕs here!Ó she blurted gleefully before realizing where she was. ÒSorry. Big boyÕs here,Ó she whispered, rubbing herself against his erection.

Praying that no one was watching, Bill dragged her upstairs to an empty bedroom. Laying her softly on the bed, he rubbed his cock as she began to grind her hips into the mattress.

ÒGet down here and fuck me... big boy.Ó

Lust overruling prudence, Bill unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing shaft, while Marcia hiked up her dress, revealing her pale skin and black panties.

He pulled the flimsy cloth aside, thrusting deeply within her hot tunnel. Oblivious to anything else, Bill pounded again and again as the door opened and two people entered, flicking the light switch.

Surprised, he turned and gasped at the other couple.

ÒBill?Ó

ÒCarol?Ó

ÒRoger?Ó

ÒMarcia?Ó

ÒOh fuck me!Ó


THOU SHALL NOT STEAL

Billy is frustrated. Never enough time. Never the right place.

Never.

Never.

Never.

But today...

ÒWe could do it, you know,Ó she said, clear on what ÒitÓ was.

ÒReally,Ó he gasps, slacks quickly around his knees, erection in hand.

ÒSilly,Ó she grinned, pointing as his uncovered penis. ÒYou need something,Ó

Face crimson with embarrassment. Where do a boy and girl buy protection?

DadÕs not working today, so his sock drawers out, he thinks.

My brotherÕs home from college, she realizes, but he thinks IÕm still a little girl.

ÒWe could be real careful,Ó the boy offers, but is quickly shot down.

ÒIÕm not getting pregnant,Ó says the girl with finality.

They try to sneak into the drugstore, but are spotted by old Mr. Harris, the druggist. No, they donÕt need help, just trying to get out of the heat.

The two walk the aisles, searching everywhere, but apparently the prophylactics aisle doesnÕt have a sign.

Dejected they walk towards the door, when all of a sudden...

Hallelujah!

A choir of angels.

The clouds part.

A ray of sunlight from above.

ÒI see them,Ó she whispers excitedly. ÒTheyÕre behind the counter!Ó

ÒHow do we get back there?Ó Neither knew.

A sign!

A miracle!

Mrs. Kline, with the bad back, needs more pills.

ÒCertainly, Annette,Ó Mr. Harris says, leading her to the back, where the pills and medicines are kept. The counter, and most importantly, the condoms are unguarded!

ÒQuick,Ó Billy says, ÒYou keep watch for me, okay?Ó She nods, eyes wide.

Seeing no one looking their way, Billy sneaks behind the counter, quickly grabs a box. Ribbed For Her Pleasure.

Not looking back, afraid of arousing suspicion, Billy heads to the door.

ÒBilly!Ó he hears, but too late.

A rough hand grab his collar.

ÒIÕm calling your parents, young man.Ó

Damn!


THOU SHALL NOT LIE

ÒBut I didnÕt do it!Ó Billy complained, hoping she believed him despite the guilty face.

ÒBilly,Ó his mother scolded gently, Òif you took it, itÕs okay. ItÕs understandable, but your father and I...Ó

BillyÕs eyes shot open. Any mention of his father in a punishment situation meant trouble.

Ò... your father and I would like it back.Ó

ÒI didnÕt take it.Ó And youÕll never find it!

ÒIf youÕre lying...Ó She sighed, shook her head and went into the kitchen.

Hurrying upstairs, Billy ran into his room, locking the door.

In his closet, under his Star Wars figures, beside his baseball cards, was a tiny key.

As quietly as possible, Billy tiptoed downstairs, not seeing his mother standing in the bathroom door. Billy ran outside, darting behind the garage.

Under an old tire was a little metal lock box. Using the key, Billy popped it open.

There it is!

He found it in his parentsÕ closet, shocked and excited to find something so dirty, and quickly took it. It was too exciting not to take it!

Deciding to have a go of it inside, Billy put the box back in the ground and headed back, giving his cock a quick squeeze, only to be met by his mother, her arm extended, palm open.

ÒGive it here Billy,Ó she said. Sadly, he did. ÒYou know IÕll have to tell your father?Ó He nodded, and trudged inside.

After dinner, BillyÕs father found his wife in bed completely naked, playing with her wet pussy. Holding their copy of The Kama Sutra aloft, she exulted.

ÒWhich do you want to try tonight?Ó she asked, giggling.

Billy could hear the headboard of his parentsÕ bed slamming against the wall. I canÕt believe IÕm grounded for a month, and theyÕre in there screwing like rabbits.

Life sucks.


THOU SHALL NOT COVET THY NEIGHBORÕS WIFE

His new neighbors had arrived the previous weekend. The husband seemed like a good guy, firm handshake and all that.

The wife... wow! Firm ass, perky tits, legs that went on forever. Lips and mouth made for sucking cock.

SheÕs so hot, Bill thought as he drifted off to sleep.

<<<<<>>>>>

Dressed in his swimming trunks, Bill walked through the morning dew and knocked on her door.

She answered, holding a cup of coffee, dressed in her nearly transparent neglige.

ÒWanna fuck?Ó he asked, pulling his cock out of his shorts, stroking himself to his full twelve inches.

She eyed his prick intently, licking her plump lips. She nodded, throwing her coffee mug down.

ThatÕs going to leave a stain, Bill thought.

He was jerked back as she opened her mouth and in one smooth motion inhaled his entire length, all the way to his balls.

She sucked him for hours before his nuts finally tightened, sending rope after rope of sticky cum down her throat.

Standing, she stripped, nipples hard with excitement. He reached down and caressed her shaved pussy, dripping with passion.

Lifting her by the hips, he impaled her on his thick rod, feeling her cervix bump into the fat crown of his shaft.

She became incoherent as he pounded away at her sucking cunt. Time and again, never pausing or losing his erection, he flooded her insides with his seed.

Looking outside, Bill saw it was dark. TheyÕd been fucking for hours!

ÒDonÕt go!Ó she cried, ÒI need you in my ass.Ó

He turned her around and slowly began pushing...

<<<<<>>>>>

ÒHoney, are you okay? You look flushed.Ó

ÒIÕm fine. Bad dream.Ó Bill smiled at his wife, pudgy, grey and sagging. ÒGo back to sleep.Ó

His pajamas sticky with sperm, Bill laughed to himself. Some nightmare!

The End