It was exactly a week to the day that we first slept together before Deena asked me The Question.

"Dev?"

"Hmn?"

"When did you lose it?"

Je- Sus. Ten times worse than the ‘ Love ’ question. There’s absolutely no right answer for this one, and it leads right into the ‘ how many have you had ’ question. I could already feel myself pulling my pants on and searching for my keys.

"Um. I was pretty young, I guess."

Deena stroked my chest and wiggled. "How young?"

The first time a girl asked me this, I told her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Basically. I’m not entirely stupid. But our relationship still lasted a grand total of three minutes afterwards. And so, in the series of relationships that have followed, I’ve modified my answer. Now it just rolls off my tongue; I don’t even think about what I’m saying. I’m not exactly lying my ass off, because everything I was about to tell Deena really did happen. It just wasn’t my first time. And besides, it’s a cool story, at least among my buddies.

I closed my eyes and went for it. "Fourteen."

"Wow. Really?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"Were’d you do it?"

No big deal , I thought. You knew this was just a fling. Devin and Deena. No chance for any kind of relationship with names like that.

"You don’t really want to know this, do you?"

She grinned and climbed back on top of me, wiggling her pussy around on my crotch. I glanced from her face to her tits, which were gently rubbing back and forth on my chest, and I smiled at how perky they were. For such a skinny girl, they were a nice, big mouthful, too. I was gonna miss those babies.

"Yeah. I do."

God . Let it go already . I felt my cock getting happy again. So did she. I sighed as she slipped me slowly back into her pussy.

"I’ll tell you if you tell me," she teased.

"Huh." I grunted. "Sure you will."

"I will!"

"It was in a graveyard."

She giggled. "Seriously?"

I sighed again. "Yeah. I went to a Halloween party my freshman year. We all got really drunk and played spin the bottle. This older girl got dared to take me and go mess around in the graveyard down the block from where the party was."

"What was her name?"

"Susie. She was a punk-rock wannabee, so I think she had to do it, just to save face. She didn’t want to be known as the wanker-girl who couldn’t take a dare." I was beginning to have a hard time concentrating on our conversation. Deena nipped at my chin with her little, white teeth, teasing me more.

"And you did it? On Halloween?"

"Yep. And I lived to tell the tale."

"Did you like it?"

"Well, yeah. Except she bit me."

That got a laugh. "What?"

"She was going down on me, and there were all these bats flying around. It was kinda creepy. Anyway, she freaked out, and...well. She bit me."

"No way."

I rolled Deena off and showed her my cock.

"You can still see the scar."

"Omigod! Those are teeth marks!"

"Yep."

" Wait-a-minute . She bit you hard enough to leave a mark, and..."

Deena looked up at me, her eyes wide and my dick clenched in her hand.

"You still had sex?"

"Hell, yes." I grinned. "Hurt like somebody dunked it in acid when we started, but I was drunk enough that I didn’t really care. And no way was I gonna stop."

"Wow. Well after all that, I should be glad it still works. Here, let me kiss it and make it all better."

And she bent over and did just that.

 

The rest of that night went pretty well.

Fortunately for me, Deena’s mouth was full of cockmeat, so she never seguewayed into other relationship topics, and I’ve learned the hard way never to ask when and how many guys a chick’s had. Fucks with your head way too much if they tell you. But still, we were together just about the time it takes to watch an average baseball game before Deena broke up with me. Maybe she, too, realized that our name combination sounded absolutely stupid, because she swam a bit further downstream and found fresh pickings - our buddy Brian.

I didn’t get too broken up about it. Their names sounded better together anyway. I don’t know if Deena asked Brian the same crap she asked me. Probably did. But her question got me thinking about my first sex experiences; the raunchy sexual foundation that allowed me to deal with all the weird stuff that’s happened to me over the last few years, from double-teaming one of my best friends’ mom, to getting kidnapped and raped by one of my old high school teachers and her kinky friends.

 

 

 

The first honest-to-God, I-want-to-fuck-the-hell-out-of-somebody erection that I can remember happened when I was really little; maybe only three or four years old. Both of my folks were at work, and I was staying with my grandparents for the day. My grandma had a bunch of her ladyfriends over for lunch, and they were all passing me around, taking turns hugging my cute-as-a-button self in-between bites of tiny little sandwiches and sips of iced tea.

I was happily feeling each old lady up as I was transferred from lap to plump, matronly lap. They all grinned and mashed me into their big, old lady tits. Most kids I’ve know freak out when the blue hair brigade attacks, but for me, it was like heaven. After making the rounds I ended up sitting with a woman named Peggy, who lived just across the street and up the hill from my grandparents.

Peggy hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and let me sit on her lap for most of the lunch.

I spent the next hour enjoying her arm around my waist and rubbing my back up against her tits, feeling light-headed and horny. I was sporting some serious wood for a four-year-old kid. My grandma must’ve noticed how flushed I was, because after all the ladies left for home, she took my temperature and made me lie down in her bed for the rest of the afternoon.

That was okay with me. Gave me plenty of time to discover the joys of masturbation.

 

 

 

By the time I was five, I was a huge fan of the Batman television show.

Let me rephrase that: I was a huge fan of Batgirl from the Batman show. That damn costume was so sexy. Every day at noon I’d be lying on the living room floor in front of the TV set, grinding my little dick into the carpet while I fantasized about Batgirl getting caught by any one of the crazy arch-criminals. On television, the fantasy only got halfway: the bad guy would catch her in some fiendish trap, but then she’d get away.

I always wanted to see one of the supervillians rip that tight Batgirl leotard off and screw her silly. Never happened.

At least she got tied up a lot. Gotta take your thrills were you can get ‘em, even when you’re five. Actually, on the show, the heroes always got caught and tied up. The shit the villains cooked up never worked (see the Batgirl note above), but I think that’s probably where I first developed my bondage fetish. I remember running around in our basement wearing nothing but my mom’s panties and a sheet tied around my shoulders, pretending I was Batman.

That show had so much homo-erotic bullshit going on, it’s a wonder I’m not more screwed up than I am.

Granted, I really didn’t have any idea what sex was then, just that my pee-pee felt dang good when I played with it. And just the sight of Batgirls’ ass in that costume did shit to me that even smacking my dick into the wall couldn’t accomplish.

But I was soon to get a major lesson.

 

 

Everybody I know has a ‘cool’ aunt or uncle, and I was no different. When my little sister was born, I went to stay with my dad’s sister Rachel for a few days, which was great. She bought me Batman comic books and read them with me, both of us snuggled up together on her brown vinyl (she called it ‘ pleather ’) couch. Aunt Rachel took me rollerskating and out to movies (King Kong with Jeff Bridges and Jessica Lange comes to mind), and she made sure we ate at all the places I liked.

And best of all, she looked just like the television Batgirl did in her secret identity as Barbara Gordon. What kid could ask for more?

Her apartment was a cramped one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and a smaller bathroom. I think the plan was for me to sleep on her couch while I was there, so I’m not sure how I ended up sleeping in her bed with her. Maybe I ate too much ice cream and Mexican food that first night and had a bad dream; I really don’t remember. But I do know that at some point in the middle of the night, I woke up out of a sound sleep. I found myself pressed tightly against my aunt with my legs tangled in hers and my face pillowed on her chest. She was breathing hard and I could feel her arm - the arm that wasn’t pinned underneath me - moving up and down, slowly and rythmically.

Eventually she sighed softly and I felt her relax next to me.

I stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep. A few minutes ticked by and I tried to stay still, but my pee-pee (that’s what my grandma called it, anyway) was pressing against my aunt’s hip, and it was getting big and hard. I twitched, and my aunt mumbled something to herself that I couldn’t hear. Then she gently pulled away from me and rolled over onto her side.

Her body shook like she was crying and I wanted to ask if she was okay, but I didn’t. I just scooted closer to her, wrapped myself against the curve of her back and hugged her. Eventually she rolled over and kissed my forehead, hugging me back. I stayed awake a long time after that, slowly running my hand over the soft silk of her nightgown and enjoying the feel of her warmth next to me.

The next morning we didn’t talk about what had happened, but I was bound and determined to sleep in the bed with her again; not on the couch. Lady luck was with me again that night.

When it was my bedtime, my aunt helped me get in my pajamas and brush my teeth. When I was ready she tucked me into her bed with a goodnight kiss. I got a little boner as soon as her lips touched my forehead. I tried to stay awake, listening to the voices from the TV in the other room, but I guess I dozed off. I woke up again when she came in for bed and turned on the lights.

She glanced at me to see if I was awake. But I was ready for her, lying flat on my back with my eyes squished shut and snoring, pretending to be dead asleep.

"Sleep tight, Dev," she whispered, and gave me another kiss.

When she was satisfied that I was still sleeping, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then folded it and put it away. I peeked as she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. She let the skirt fall to the floor, took a hairbrush from her dresser and started to brush her curly brown hair.

My aunt couldn’t see me from her mirror, but from where I was lying, it gave me a great view of her whole body. I opened my eyes and took her all in: her tiny waist and round ass, her long, slim legs still clad in her black nylons, her small, firm breasts cupped in her lacy black bra, everything. Right at that moment, she was the living fulfillment of all the little boy fantasies I’d ever had.

And I knew then and there that no superheroine on any TV show could ever live up to this real woman standing right in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch. So I flipped my mental Two-Face coin and made up my five-year-old mind. I decided to discover what I’d missed out on the night before.

She finished brushing out her hair, and I was surprised at how long it was. It fell in lush, foamy brown curls down to her shoulder blades. When she set the brush down, I clenched my eyes shut while she stepped into the bathroom. I heard her pee, and then the toilet flushed and water was running in the sink. I listened to her wash her hands and brush her teeth, then the room got a little darker when she turned off the bathroom light.

The only other woman I’d ever seen naked before was my mom. I didn’t know what to expect from my aunt, but here she was, right in front of me, just dressed in her underwear and stockings. It was all I could do to keep still, but I knew if I moved a muscle before she climbed into bed, my scheme was all over.

After what seemed like a long time she sighed and turned out the bedroom light. The room went dark behind my eyelids, so I figured it was safe to open my eyes and peek. I watched her pad over to the bed, the soft glow from a streetlight outside the window highlighting the curves of her body. She pulled the bedcovers back, giving me a little chill. Springs squeaked as she sat on the edge of the mattress and took off her stockings.

Finally, she slipped under the covers and sighed. It’s funny, but I remember her soft skin to be freezing cold, but warm and cozy at the same time. She snuggled up to me and we both lay still, listening to the quiet.

This time, I didn’t doze off.

I was just learning to tell time at home on a real clock with numbers and hands. My aunt had a digital clock on her nightstand, which made it easier for me. When she crawled into bed the clock told me it was eleven-thirty five, and I watched it for a long time. When the clock said it was almost midnight, I rolled over on my side and snuggled closer against her.

I heard her breath catch in her throat and her body tensed when I threw my right arm over her belly.

My aunt wasn’t wearing a nightgown tonight, just her bra and a pair of panties. Her belly was warm and smooth, and the muscles in her stomach twitched at my touch. I wiggled even closer to her, until she lifted her right arm and let me burrow into the side of her body. I gently slipped my leg over hers, and then we were back in the same position we were in the night before.

She smelled good to me, like flowers. I took a deep breath and relaxed, and let my hand rest on her belly, just above her panties. She waited for me to settle in, still tense. After a of couple minutes she gently touched my shoulder.

"Devin? Are you awake?"

"Mghmpfh," I mumbled into her neck. I tucked my chin into my chest, bringing my face down closer to the swell of her breast. I mumbled again and rubbed myself against her. My face brushed over her bra, the lace pressing into my cheek.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Devin? Sweetie? Are you awake?"

I pretended to snore. My aunt shifted a little bit, and I felt cold air on my arm as she pulled the sheets back. I settled down quickly after that, with her breast mashed into my face. She didn’t get up, but she felt so tense, I wondered if I’d pushed my little plan too far already. The sheets rustled as she moved her leg and I almost panicked, thinking she was going to get up, maybe go in the other room and try to sleep on the couch.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her hand brushed mine as she slipped it under the waistband of her panties, and after a moment I felt the slow, up and down movement from her arm as she quietly played with herself. The glow from the window gave me enough light to see her legs, spread loosely open, and her fingers working under her panties.

She tried to be quiet, but occasionally she’d whimper or make little happy sounds deep in her throat. Once, her body jerked hard, shoving her leg into my crotch, and my little fella decided he wanted to play, too. I tried to make a sleepy-head sound and pushed back against her leg with my hips, rubbing my swollen little dick up her thigh. I thought she might try to wake me up and tell me to stop, but all she did was grind her hips in a slow circle. I smashed my crotch against her leg as hard as I could.

It felt so good. I made another sleepy sound and rubbed my face on her breast, trying to push the material of her bra down with my chin so that I could see her nipple. After a minute or two it worked; her hard little nipple popped out, almost right into my mouth.

I was trying to get the courage up to kiss it when she let out a long, shaky moan and her hips shot straight up, quivering in the air. Something smelled funny then, sort of like the tuna fish sandwiches my dad liked. I slid my hand down over her panties. They were warm and wet, like she didn’t get to the toilet fast enough and tinkled a little in them.

She moaned again while I was trying to process that information, her body jerking harder this time.

Her whole body twitched, and she whispered something that sounded like old cheesus . I heard a wet whoosh come from her crotch, just like the sound my pee makes when I’ve had to hold it for a long time and really have to go bad, and finally get to use the bathroom. Warm water soaked her panties, covering my hand and the inside of her legs, and then the room smelled really bad. She quickly moved my hand; then she rolled off the bed, ran into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me lying in my first wet spot.

By the time she came out, I’d fallen asleep. I barely registered her moving me around when she changed the bed sheets. I do remember her pulling off my pajama shirt, because it was soaking wet. Then she crawled back into bed, and this time she snuggled up next to me . Her whole body felt damp and sweaty, and now, looking back on it, I don’t think she was wearing any clothes. But that could just be my memory playing tricks on me.

"Devin, hey." She said, nudging me. "Dev?"

I kept quiet.

"Don’t be scared, Dev. Okay?" I held my breath as her hand rested on my chest. "I’m...going to try to make you feel really nice."

I opened my eyes, and my aunt was smiling down at me. She kissed me softly, on the lips, and then she eased her body over mine, under the covers. Her kisses trailed down my tummy and further, and I gasped as something warm and wet wrapped around my little pee-pee. I felt her soft arms wrap around my bottom, and for a second I watched her head bob slowly under the sheets. Then I closed my eyes, and I don’t remember much more after that.

 

 

The next morning she woke me up bright and early, and we went out for a huge pancake breakfast. She barely spoke two words to me the whole meal. When we got back to her apartment, the telephone was ringing off the hook. She answered it and jumped up and down, laughing and talking a mile-a-minute. It was my dad, calling to tell us that I had a bouncing baby sister, and that he’d be by to pick me up the next day. I was just happy she was finally smiling again.

That night, my aunt got me ready for bed early. It was really warm in her apartment, so she let me sleep in just my underpants. I didn’t even try to stay awake after she tucked me in, but I woke up again as soon as she pulled back the covers. I waited until she was quiet and scooted over to her, and she wrapped her arm around me and kissed my forehead, like she always did.

"I know you’re awake, Dev." She whispered in my ear, stroking my hair. "Don’t pretend tonight, okay?"

I took a big breath, and whispered back, "Okay, Auntie Rachel."

"I know you were awake last night, too. Weren’t you?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

She let out a deep breath. I waited quietly.

"Oh, boy. That’s not good."

"Why?" I shifted so I could look up at her. She looked so pretty there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, I just had to tell her. "Auntie Rachel, I think you’re the prettiest lady in the whole world."

She rolled onto her side, facing me.

"Devin, I...I don’t think..." She shook her head. "Really? You do?"

I was falling asleep again, but nodded solemly.

"When I grow up, I want to marry you."

She laughted softly and stroked my hair, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.

 

My dad was ringing the speaker-bell at noon the next day. I was already packed, and my aunt helped me carry my little red suitcase while we took the elevator down to the lobby of her building. My dad gave me a big, manly-man hug, and the three of us walked to the car together.

"Hey pard’ner," he said to me, looking at his sister. "How’d it go?"

"Good." I said.

Rachel smiled and ruffled my hair. "Really good. Dev was great."

"Really? No problems?"

She shook her head. "Nope. We had a great time. He even let me keep some of his comics."

"You’re kidding." He looked down at me. "How’d she bribe you for those? Ice cream at bedtime?"

"Daaad!" I laughed at him. "You can’t eat ice cream before bed. Sheesh."

"I asked him if he’d like to spend the next couple weekends with me. I thought maybe...maybe you and Carol might need some quiet time for a while, and Dev and I had so much fun..." She shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea to both of us if he kept some stuff here with me for when he comes back."

My dad stared at his sister like she’d grown another head.

"You’re serious, aren’t you?" She nodded, smiling, and he looked back down at me. "And that sounds good to you, too, Dev?"

For just a second, I thought about my aunt when I woke up that morning, curled up naked with me in her bed. "You bet, dad!"

"Well. Then if you both want to hang out on the weekends, it’s okay with me. Let’s go ask your mom, first. She’s in the car with a little surprise for you."

And we all went to share my first look at my baby sister.

 

 

Not too long after that, my aunt met her soon-to-be first husband, an alchoholic cop named Tim. That pretty much ended our sleepovers, but they were fun while they lasted. My time as a ladies man came to a screeching halt for a couple years as well. Unless you count holidays.

But I’ll get back to that in a minute.

I managed to stumble onto my next erotic experience when I was seven or eight, on a hot summer day. The neighborhood kids had been playing war games - basically a modified version of capture the flag - for a long time, and we had a complex set of rules. We chose teams, divvied up our equipment, picked our base camps and then spread out through the neighborhood. Each team left a couple guys to guard their home base.

The guards had to watch after any kids from the opposing team that were ‘captured’, and protect all the commandeered guns and other stuff that was taken from the prisoners. In battle, to shoot somebody you had to yell their name first and then shoot ‘em three times for a capture, or five times for a kill - before they did the same to you . Then you could scavenge all their stuff. To win, a team had to either capture all the guys on the other team or kill ‘em. You could raid their home base to liberate prisoners and gear, and anybody you killed, either in battle or on raids, automatically became part of your team, making it even tougher to win the game.

We packed sandwiches for lunch, and each of us had a canteen for water that we could refill from a sprinkler hose. Once we were set, we’d play until it either got too dark to see or our parents started yelling for us to come in for dinner.

It was summer, so we had two pretty good teams, with about twenty kids running around packing toy guns and sweating in old WWII army fatigues. Even my friend John and his little brother Steve were playing, which was rare because their mom didn’t approve of us playing war. John said that was because she was from Germany and guns scared her. So they were picked last, because they didn’t have any stuff of their own to play with; and because most of us couldn’t stand Steve. He was too whiny.

In a rare case of consideration, the two team captains - a couple of older kids named Dean and Dave - set the game boundaries a good block away from Johns house to keep him from getting in trouble.

Then they flipped a coin and Dean picked me first, probably because I had a bunch of cool old army gear my grandpa had given me: helmets, canteens, ammo belts, backpacks and a lot of other stuff. Which was great because it gave me some serious bragging rights, considering I was a year younger than he was. Then the captains took turns making their picks. John ended up on my team, and we high-fived when he walked over to our little group. His little cry-baby brother was picked last, by Dave. That was cool, too. The captains decided to start the game in fifteen minutes, so we could head to our bases and sort out our gear and assign positions.

Our base was Dean’s backyard, because it was surrounded by a thick hedge with spots that you could crawl through if you needed a quick escape from an attack, and it had a picnic table and an old garage that we could use as a stockade for any prisoners. The other group trudged up the hill to Dave’s house. When we got to Dean’s, I made sure John was equipped with some good stuff, and then I pulled out a surprise from my faded green canvas backpack.

There was suddenly a lot of excitement when the guys saw what I had. A whole new era of warplay had begun. We were about to go high-tech.

"Hey, Dean!" I had to yell over the noise the guys were making.

"What?"

"Check it out."

For my birthday present, my dad bought me a couple sets of cheap walkie-talkies. They were big, black plastic things with long, telescoping antennas. Each unit had big orange button to push when you wanted to talk, and another plastic switch for volume and to turn the units on and off. I had six of ‘em, and I figured they’d give us an edge over the other team.

Suddenly, I was the man .

"Oh, cool !"

"Dude!"

"Wow! Can I have one?"

"Hey, hey! Let’s see if they work." Dean grabbed the unit I offered him and turned it on. The speaker crackled for a second, and then Dean raised it up to his ear. "Ten-four, good buddy! You copy?"

His voice came in loud and clear on my receiver. He grinned, smacked me in the shoulder and clipped the walkie-talkie to his belt.

"That’s awesome. What kinda range to they have?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. But my dad and I played around with ‘em on my birthday. He walked down to the park, and I could still hear him from our backyard. So at least a few blocks."

He smacked my shoulder again and gave me a battlefield promotion. "Cool. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Why don’t you be our reconnaisance man?"

"Huh? What’s that?"

"You take your walkie-talkie and hide out by Dave’s house, someplace nobody can find you, so you can see his whole yard. The rest of us’ll split up into little teams, and each team’ll have another walkie-talkie. If anybody gets captured, you call the rest of us and we’ll all come in for a prison break. Everybody cool?"

There was a chorus of tough-kid ‘yeah’s’. Then we all hefted our gear and slung plastic rifles and machine guns over our shoulders.

"Let’s move out!"

 

 

The game boundaries were split over four blocks: the street by my house was the west edge and from there the line crossed all the way over to the neighborhood park on the east. The end of Dean’s block marked the farthest south we could go, and then we could head north past Dave’s house, up into a hill overgrown with shrubs and trees that hid a series of trails running through a group of backyards, all the way down to and through the park. Most of the folks around ignored us, and we utilized the whole space. Except for old Mrs. Kearn’s house, unless we absolutely had to. She lived just behind Dean, and she’d smack you with a broom if she caught you on her property.

I decided to cheat a little, running up my street to the top of the hill from my house. At the top I turned west and ran along the sidewalk (which was technically out of bounds) until I could cut through the big back yard at the top of Dave’s hill. This was risky because if I was seen running out of bounds I’d get thrown out of the game - walkie-talkies or no walkie-talkies. I knew most of the guys cheated like that; you just couldn’t get caught. Another small point of concern: the yard I was running through had a big dog house, which occasionaly contained a mean, Army-guy hating bulldog.

I guess his owner was more of a Navy man.

Luckily enough, no dog today. I managed to slip through the yard without attracting any undue attention, then hopped over a little white picket fence and slid a few feet down a small hill into the trees below. I brushed myself off and made my way through the tangle of brush and blackberry bushes until I came to the edge of the woods where the trees thinned out. I knelt down behind a big old walnut tree and pulled out a pair of plastic binoculars. The street that ran in front of Dave’s house zig-zagged up the hill, right past my position. Sometimes late at night during the summer, drunk teenagers would drag race up the hill, but all was quiet now. The only car I could see was parked in the driveway across the street. From where I was hiding, I could just make out Dave’s driveway and front door with my binoculars.

Not good enough , I thought to myself. I have to get closer.

I was sipping metallic tasting, lukewarm water from my canteen and debating on my best course of action when my walkie-talkie crackled to life. I jumped, spilling water and soaking one leg of my jeans from my knee down. I twisted the top back on the canteen when Deans voice came over the speaker.

Squark went the walkie-talkie. "Hey Dev! Come in! Report your status!"

"I’m in the woods at the top of the hill. Over."

Squark . "See anything? Over?"

"Nah." I was searching the houses for a way to sneak closer, but all the front yards were too open. I needed to try something else. "I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Okay?"

Squark . "Ten-four."

I listened as everybody reported in. We were pretty spread out over four square blocks, with no enemy contact so far. Dave’s little brother, Jimmy, had been left behind to guard our camp. Everything was quiet there, too, and I didn’t have anybody in my line of sight.

It was time to make my move. I needed to get across the street to the cover of the house on the corner. I made sure I had all my gear, then I clipped the walkie-talkie back onto my backpack. I picked up my machine gun and ran like hell over to the other curb, with all my gear clanking around in my pack. I made it across the street, then dove over the sidewalk onto the lawn, rolling as best as I could with my backpack, canteen, pistol, walkie-talkie, and everything else I was carrying bumping around.

When I reached the line of bushes that ran from the sidewalk to the porch of the house, I crawled on my belly using the bushes as cover, until I’d inched my way around to the backyard. Once there, I unlatched a little wooden gate and slipped into enemy territory.

Keeping in the shadows of rose bushes and birdbaths, I quickly made my way down the entire hill. None of the houses I passed made good surveillance points. The backyards were great, with lots of places to hide out, but the houses blocked any view. And, like Dave’s house across the street, all the front yards were way too open with no cover.

My grandma’s friend Peggy lived with her husband Neil right across the street from my grandparents. Their house was the first one at the bottom of the hill; a big, creepy old three story house set on a huge yard with plenty of trees and bushes. The front of their house faced south. I was coming downhill from the north, so I reached their garage first. The garage was almost perfect for my needs: it faced the right direction and had good sight lines. I thought I could probably climb it and hunker down on the roof, but anyone standing across the street could see me if they bothered to look over this way. And besides, it looked hot. With the morning sun moving overhead, there wasn’t much shade up there.

I was already sweating like a pig, and it wasn’t even lunchtime, so I quickly discarded that plan and bolted across the driveway to Peggy’s nice, private yard. I was pretty bummed out, thinking that I’d failed in my first big solo mission. I was going to grab my walkie-talkie and break the bad news to Dean when I saw the perfect spot for me to set up shop for the afternoon.

A sturdy rose trellis ran from the ground up the side of the house, all the way to the roof. There were two sliding glass doors leading out to a deck that wrapped around the third floor, and the house and deck were well shaded by three tall pine trees.

I wiped a little bit of the grime off the garage window with my sleeve and peeked through. I didn’t see Peggy’s old yellow Chevy parked inside, so I shouldered my weapon and climbed the trellis. Somehow I managed to avoid snagging myself on the rosebushes and I flopped over the lip of the deck with a grunt. I picked myself up and blew past the sliding doors, ducking under a pair of open bedroom windows. I paused to catch my breath, then peered carefully over the railing at the street below.

"Yes!" I congratulated myself, pumping my fist in the air.

From my position I could see most of the street, both up and down the hill. I could move further around the corner and view anyone approaching from the park or from my house, and I had a great view of Dave’s entire house, front and back. I broke out my binoculars again and watched Dave’s older brother Rick, seated at a card table with Steve, eating sandwiches in the back yard. The sound of kids yelling somewhere out on the battlefield floated by with the breeze.

I pulled my walkie-talkie out and reported in. "Dean! Can you hear me?"

Squawk ! "Dev? That you? Over."

"Yeah. Over."

Squawk ! "Where are you?"

"Watching the camp. I found a really good hiding place. Nobody’ll ever see me. Over."

Squawk ! "Cool. Anything goin’ on? Over."

"Nope. Their guards are eating lunch. Rick’s got a Kool-Aid mustache. That’s it. Over."

Squawk ! "Okay. Stay put. Call in if anything happens. Okay?"

"Okay."

Squawk ! "Over and out."

I put my wakie-talkie away and settled in for the duration, thinking that it was about time for my own lunch. And that’s when Peggy’s Chevy came roaring around the curve at the top of the hill.

The door on the passenger side of the car popped open and I could see her husband holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle for dear life. The car squealed to a stop and turned into the driveway, spraying loose gravel out from under the tires. I heard the garage door opening and Peggy’s voice rose up over all that, shouting for Neil to hang on. I listened to the garage door bump closed, and a minute later Peggy and her husband stepped out of the garage through a side door.

Neil was wearing bright orange plaid slacks and a yellow polo shirt. His thin, puffy fringe of hair was white as snow and stuck up all over his freckled head. As they walked, he smoothed his hair and adjusted his hearing aid as Peggy crabbed at him. Peggy was dressed in a dressy blue jacket, with a lacy white blouse tucked into a light blue skirt. She had a thick rope of pearls wrapped around her neck and pearl earrings in her ears, and wore her iron grey hair wrapped up in a bun, pinned high at the back of her head with a pearl-white comb. She looked hot and sweaty in her suit, and she was carrying a small, brown paper bag clenched tightly in her hand.

Neil must’ve turned his hearing aid off, because she kept up a running conversation as they walked into the house, and he completely ignored her.

They banged around inside for a few minutes, somewhere downstairs, then I heard footsteps coming my way. I was crouched down underneath a window and I peeked as Peggy came through the bedroom door. Now she had a large mug in her hand instead of the bag. She took a sip from the mug, then shouted down the stairs.

"Neil! I’m going to take a quick nap, so don’t you go making any noise!"

I heard a non-commital mumble that sounded like it came from somewhere far away. Peggy slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. Then she turned, sipping her drink, and pulled the sliding doors open. I had a terrifying vision of her stepping out onto the deck and finding me there, so I ducked and hid around the corner, trying to stay out of sight. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding in my chest; so I covered my ears with my hands and waited to be discovered.

Time slowed to a creepy-crawl, but nothing happened; no yelling or screaming, nobody grabbed me; nothing.

It took a minute, but I figured out that she probably just opened the doors to let the air circulate in her room and I might actually be safe. So I carefully crawled back to my window. Peggy set the cup down on a nightstand, took off her jacket, and folded it neatly over a chair. She pulled the comb out of the bun and ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall in waves past her shoulders. She turned on a floor fan that whirred and twisted, blowing her hair around her face, then she used the comb to brush her hair until it shone, watching herself work in a large round mirror that was mounted on the wall, just above an ornate old dresser.

In all the years I’ve lived in the neighborhood, I’d never seen Peggy with her hair down before. It was so long. I was amazed enough that I barely noticed her take off the necklace and her earrings. She gently put those in a carved wooden box on the dresser top, and then she was kicking off her pumps. She paused for just a second and stared into the mirror, looking slightly surprised. My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was looking over in my direction. I hit the deck again and held my breath, then counted slowly to ten. When nothing happened, I raised myself back to the window in time to see Peggy unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I licked my dry lips and watched, stunned speechless as she unbuttoned her blouse.

Suddenly, I was a lot warmer than I had been a just minute ago. I swallowed around a hard knot in my throat and wiped sweat out of my eyes.

Fear and fascination battled each other, and my penis - the good soldier that it was - snapped to attention, making me tremble. I knew I shouldn’t be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I drank in every little detail of Peggy’s body as she folded the blouse in half and set it with her jacket. She was getting old and plump around the edges, but right now that was fine with me. Thanks to the mirror, I had a great view of her front as well as her back side. I was busy staring at her heavy breasts, trapped in her bra - a great big, plain white satin thing - when she bent over and wiggled out of her slip. Her hips were wide and round, and underneath her slip she was wearing large white panties over a girdle-like garter belt.

Peggy pulled down her panties, then she unclipped and rolled down her white stockings and followed those with the girdle. All of it went on top of the pile of clothes on the chair, and then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed that with the rest of her things and paused to massage her breasts. Completely naked now, Peggy sighed and turned towards the bed.

My eyes bugged out when I caught a glimpse of the soft, white downy puff of hair between her legs. And what happened next made all my fears of being discovered completely vanish.

Peggy crawled onto the bed with her feet facing straight towards me. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, bending them at the knees so her feet were braced on the brass footboard. She closed her eyes and her left hand trailed down her belly until she was tickling her pubic hair, and then her fingers kind of walked down between her legs. She began playing with her breasts with her right hand, toying with her nipples. Her left hand disappeared down her crotch. I had to stand up to get a better view.

And what a view. Peggy was poking her fingers into a pink hole in her crotch and her hips were grinding into the bed sheets. I was mesmerized by her fingers, slipping in and out of that pink place. It looked wet. Suddenly, visions of my aunt flooded into my head, of us lying together in her bed, her hands buried in her panties, and I realized that I was finally seeing Peggy do to herself now what my aunt had been doing then, in the dark.

Unconsciously, I started rubbing my crotch as I watched Peggy masturbate. She eased a few of her fingers all the way inside herself and buried her head back in her pillows. Through the open window I heard her start moaning loudly and saw her toes clenching against the brass rail of her bed. She was shoving her fingers into her little pink hole over and over, as fast as she could.

Vaguely, as if in a dream, I heard myself moan with her. I was so dizzy, to keep from tipping over I had to steady myself by bracing a hand on the wall.

I needed some relief, consequences be damned. Almost without thinking, I unbuckled my utility belt and unbuttoned my jeans, which promply fell down around my ankles. I pulled my hard little dick out of my underwear and started jacking off, trying to imagine myself in Peggy’s bedroom, lying with her, touching her.

Peggy’s body jerked up and down a few times as I watched, and she slowed to a stop, panting. Things were just getting good on my end too. I was on the verge of a whole new revelation happening down in my underpants, and that’s when my walkie-talkie squawked back to life.

My platoon was in a firefight. Dean was calling in a panic, and after the loud crackle of static he started yelling through the speaker.

Squawk! "Dev! Dev! Come in! They raided our camp and got everything ! I need..."

Oh shit! I heard myself blurt out a curse, and then I was tripping over my pants trying to get to the walkie-talkie and shut it off. I fell onto the deck, crawled to my pack, rolled onto my butt and sat up with the walkie-talkie in my hand. I hit the talk button, hoping against hope that Peggy hadn’t heard.

"Dean! Don’t...I’m not..." It was a valiant effort, but I was way too late.

"What...Devin?" said a voice.

I knew it didn’t come from my walkie-talkie, and I kicked myself mentally, knowing that if I didn’t want to be discovered, I should’ve turned the thing off right when Peggy and Neil pulled into the driveway.

Too late. Now, the jig was up.

I looked up to find Peggy glaring down at me, fumbling with a silky looking white robe she’d pulled over her naked body. The robe didn’t help hide anything, if that’s why she put it on; it was so sheer I could see every thick curve, her big, hard nipples, even the color of her skin through the thin material.

I felt awful. I’d failed my mission. I hit the talk button one last time. "Dean. I’m caught."

" Devin !" Peggy shouted. "What are you...doing...here...?"

Peggy’s voice trailed off and her cheeks quickly turned a rosy shade of red as she took me in. I had the walkie-talkie pressed against my ear, my jeans were tangled around my tennis shoes and my boner was fading fast, but it was still pointing right at her.

"Oh-my-God," she whispered, and grabbed me by the ear.

"Oww!"

She twisted hard and yanked me to my feet, and twisted again. "Just what do you think you’re doing here, young man?"

The words came out of me in a rush.

"My friends and I were playing army, Mrs. Jones, and I thought this would be a good place to hide while they..."

She gasped and shook me. "More? Where! Where did they hide?"

"N...no...Mrs Jones! It was just me! Everybody else is still playing...see, I was pretending to be a spy, and I needed someplace to hide so I could see over there and give my team the scoop on all I could see about what the other guys were doing, and..."

Peggy seemed to take that entirely the wrong way. "You were spying on me! Oh, what would Mary say? Her grandson a peeping tom! What did you see?"

"Nothing! I mean..."

She backed me up into the deck rail and shook me again, harder, making me drop my walkie-talkie. It hit the rail and bounced over the edge. I never heard it hit the ground.

"Don’t you lie to me Devin Smith! Look at you, with your privates hanging out! I know exactly what you were doing!" She waggled a finger at me as she scolded me. "Well, we’re going to have to call your grandmother about this!"

Oh no , I thought. Not that. I’ll get a spanking for sure . "No, please Mrs Jones, don’t call my grandma, please. I didn’t mean to look, really, I just..."

"Then we’ll just go downstairs and call the police! You might think you just got yourself a nice peepshow, but you just wait, you little..."

She dragged me into her bedroom by my ear, pulling me towards her door. I pictured her husband, seeing us coming downstairs like this, and what he might do. I got so sick so fast I almost barfed, and started pleading with her for my life.

"No! I mean, I know I shouldn’t of been looking, Mrs. Jones. But you...you’re just so pretty, and you were having such a good ti..."

That seemed to kick some of the wind out of her sails. She stopped just short of the door and turned to me in a huff.

"What?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"What did you just say?"

What did I just say? "Uh, you were having a..."

She shook her head. "No, no. Before that. You said I was pretty ?"

I gulped and nodded. Shock from the realization of what I’d done was taking over, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My bottom lip started to tremble and I stuttered a little bit when I answered.

"Y-yeah. I think you’re really, really pretty, Mrs. Jones. Really."

Peggy didn’t speak or move a muscle. She just stood there, watching me carefully, the ends of her robe fluttering in the breeze from the fan. I caught another, tantalizing glimpse of her pubic hair. The room smelled funny, kind of wet and fishy. I remembered my aunt Rachel’s bedroom once smelling the same way.

My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips and tried again. "I’ve always thought so, and...and the more I w-watched, I...I..." I shrugged helplessly, and the tears started to flow.

"You what ?"

"I just liked watching," I said in a small voice. "I think you’re really pretty, and I wanted to watch. That’s all."

I hung my head and stood there quietly, my face burning with shame.

"Well," she said. "Well. I never."

Peggy released my ear and took my wrist, guiding me towards her bed. She sat down, making the bedsprings squeak, and pulled me in front of her. She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look her in the eye, then watched me for a long time. Eventually she nodded quickly, once, like she’d made a decision.

"All right. I believe you. How long were you out there? You tell me the truth now."

Scared as I was, I was having a difficult time concentrating. Her robe had flopped open down to her waist, and now I was just inches away from her. The fishy smell was a lot stronger now that we were by the bed, and I thought I could smell it on her hand, too. I could feel my little penis getting happy again. I got mad at it suddenly, thinking that this mess was all its fault. I fought a losing battle with it, until the dang thing was sticking straight out of my underpants.

"A long time, I guess. I...was already there when you guys got home." I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers so she wouldn’t notice the thing rearing its ugly head below us.

"I see." No luck. She saw it. "My," she said. "You look like you’re having some trouble with that."

I nodded into her hand. "Yes’m. It’s just been doin’ that all afternoon."

"Hm." She looked down at me and I swear that she smiled. Then she shook her head. "Devin, do you think a good little boy would do what you did today?"

"Um. N-no ma’am."

"So you agree you were a naughty boy."

I thought about it for a minute. I wished she’d let me go, because my pee-pee seemed to like her touching my face.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And you don’t want me to call your grandparents."

"No ma’am."

"Or the police."

"Oh, please, don’t Mrs. Jones! I didn’t..."

She let my chin go and took my wrists again, making our little friend bounce around down there. This time I was sure she smiled.

"Well. So what do we do?"

"Uh...let me go? I promise I’ll never do it again. Really."

"I’d like to believe that Devin, but I just can’t. I honestly think you need to be punished for being a very bad little boy." Her grip on my wrists tightened. I remember thinking that she was pretty strong for an old lady. "So I’m going to give you a spanking. And afterwards, I hope you won’t ever think about doing something like this ever again."

And with that, she pulled me down across her knee. I was so shocked I didn’t even fight. My pee-pee slipped along the smooth material of her robe, and a shiver of pleasure raced through my body.

"I’ll try not to make this hurt too much," she said.

Then she pinned my wrists together with right hand, pushing them deep into her mattress. She yanked my underpants down enough to expose my bottom, and gave me a good, hard smack that brought tears to my eyes and made me wriggle against her thighs. She smacked me again and again, and I kicked and squirmed as she hit me, until my bottom actually went numb.

It hurt at first, but after a while the pain stopped and I started to kind of enjoy the feeling of my naked flesh rubbing against the cool silk of her robe and her warm skin. Peggy spanked me until my bottom was fiery red and swollen, and at some point I heard myself cry out and go limp in her lap. She stopped then and let me catch my breath. She let go of my wrists and I almost fell to the floor in a heap.

"That should do it. All finished." She stood up and patted her bed. "Devin, I want you to lie down on your stomach. I know that’s going to hurt, so I want you to let me put something on your bottom for you. I promise it will make it feel better."

I sniffled and let her help me crawl onto her bed. She left the bedside and opened a door that led to a large bathroom, and I heard her rummage around. When she returned, she sat next to me on the side of the mattress, causing me to slide towards the edge, right into her. I let her pull my underpants down around my knees. I was hurt and embarrassed beyond caring, and kept my face buried in her pillows until I felt her soft hands rubbing something cool and slick over my bottom.

"There. Does that feel better?" she asked.

I nodded and sniffled into her pillow.

"I want you to roll over now, Devin, and look at me."

I shook my head, no .

"Devin, roll over right now, or I’ll spank you again."

I rolled. I glared at her, my face beet red and swollen with tears, willing her to drop dead. She rested her sticky hand on my belly, and try as I might to stop it, my little man perked right back up, poking inches from her hand. She looked down at it and grinned, then back at me.

"Insistent, isn’t it?" She grinned. "Devin, I want you to know exactly what you saw today. I want to understand why I was so angry with you. Do you?"

I managed a nod. That seemed to be all she needed.

"Good," she said. She just smiled at me for a minute, then looked back at my penis, bobbing around next to her hand. "Well. Did you get to...finish?"

Huh? I wondered. Finish what? "I...don’t know. For sure, I mean."

"Oh," she said and then smiled. "Would you like some help?"

"Help...?"

Still smiling, she moved her hand and stroked me. It was like fire exploded through my whole body. I suddenly felt like I was going to pop down there. Then she slid onto the bed, lying next to me, and gripped me.

"Do you like that?"

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. She’d just punished me for watching and doing this, and now she wanted to help me and do it herself? I didn’t understand, but I was feeling so good suddenly - bruised butt or no bruised butt - I just knew that I didn’t want her to stop touching me. She smiled and moved her hand slowly up and down. The slick goop on her hand made a wet, slurping sound as she stroked me, and I lay there, very still, as if the smallest movement would cause her to stop.

"Mmn. You do like that. Here," she said, and shifted until she was kneeling above me, never taking her hand off me. "Let’s try something, okay?."

I nodded again, and Peggy lifted her leg over my body and settled on top of me. Something warm and soft and wet pressed down onto me and she used her hands to guide me where she wanted me to go. An instant later that warmth engulfed me completely, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Peggy sighed quietly and her eyes flickered closed for a moment, then she braced her hands on the bed at either side of my face. Her robe fell gently around us and her hair tickled my face, making me giggle.

She laughed with me and swept her hair back over hers shoulder. "Did that tickle?"

"Uh-huh. A little."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Um. Yeah...I mean, can I?"

That made her smile again, and she leaned back, took my hands in hers and slowly ran them over her body. She let me cup her breasts and showed me how to gently tweak her nipples.

"You like my breasts, don’t you Devin?"

I grinned. "Uh-huh. I really do."

"Here," she said. "Kiss them for me."

That little thrill ran through me again as she bent over me. She made me cup her breasts with my hands and squeeze them around my face, and she started to squirm her bottom around on me when one of her hard nipples popped into my mouth.

"This is how mommies and daddies make children, did you know that?"

I nodded. Jimmie Davis told all of us - the whole gang - about sex a whole year ago, and I figured that’s what we were doing. His dad had told him all about it after Jimmie found a bunch of Playboy magazines hidden in a box in their basement.

I think he got a couple things wrong, though. I’d have to remember to fill him in.

And then I had an awful thought. I let Peggy’s breasts go, and asked: "Wh-what about M-Mr. Jones? Won’t he be angry i-if he...?"

"Don’t worry, Sweetie. He won’t notice. If I know Neil, he’s probably drunk, asleep in the basement. And he’d never hear anything, or come up here, anyway."

"You’re sure it’s okay?"

Peggy shushed me with her finger to my lips.

"Shhh. Quiet now," she said, and just moved on top me, slowly, kissing me once in a while or playing with my hair and letting me touch her wherever I wanted, until I heard her cry out softly. Warm water trickled down the insides of my legs and over my hips, and Peggy shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

I remember wishing that I was bigger down there, because for some reason I knew that I could feel even better with more of me inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her back, wanting to pull her even closer, and I held her like that for a little while. We were both breathing hard and thought I heard her crying, so I asked if I’d hurt her.

"No Sweetheart, you didn’t. You just made me feel so happy. Sometimes...sometimes a person just needs to cry, even when they’re happy."

"Oh," I said.

"Did you have a nice time, too?"

"Yeah." I said, feeling a little disappointed if we were finished.

"Would you like to make me feel very happy, Devin?"

I nodded my head vigorously. Maybe we weren’t done yet, after all. "Yeah! Sure! How?"

Peggy rolled over, onto her back, and spread her legs. "Would you kiss me down there?"

Huh. I wasn’t sure about that. Even though that place felt really good, it was where all the yucky fishy smell was coming from.

"Really? You’re sure?"

"I’m sure. If you lay on top of me, I can kiss you too. Here," she said, and I eased myself on top of her. "Just like that. Go ahead and play with me, do whatever you want. Just be gentle."

"Okay..." I wrinkled my nose at the smell, but kissed her soft hair and she wiggled happily.

Peggy spread her legs wider, showing me that strange, pink spot. I went adventuring and scootched further down on her belly, using my fingers to poke and pry between her legs. I was suprised when one of my questing fingers slipped right inside her, and grinned like an explorer who’d just struck gold.

"Oh, Devin, do that...gently, sweetheart...I like that..."

Peggy had a big bottom and a big, soft belly. I felt like I was lying on a big pillow. To keep my balance and not roll off, I had to drop my legs and lay on her. I jumped when she grabbed my penis.

"Don’t be s-s-scared, D-Devin. I’m just going to s-s-suck you, l-like a l-l-lollipop. Okay?"

I was too busy to answer, but when she slurped me into her mouth, just like my aunt Rachel had. I almost fell off the bed. She kept me from falling by grabbing my tender bottom and I jerked, shoving myself further inside her mouth. She made a yummy sound and pulled me down hard, and I felt something tickling my pooper.

"Oww..." I gritted my teeth until the ache in my bottom died down, and went back to work on my end. The tickle in my bottom changed after a while, and I felt something poking me down there. And then all of a sudden I was feeling really dizzy, and a feeling I’d never had shot through me. My toes curled and I bunched the bedsheets in my fists while she sucked me and poked her fingers in my bottom, and I could barely move. All I seemed to be able to do was jerk around uncontrollably, and I heard my belly whacking her face.

I’m not sure how long my first orgasm took to stop, but I remember collapsing on top of Peggy, feeling completely exhausted, and I remember her hands petting my bottom. And then I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew she was gently shaking me awake. We were cuddled together under a light sheet, and I could see the clock on her nightstand.

"Time to wake up Devin. It’s getting late. You should probably go home now, Sweetie, so your folks don’t get worried."

"Oh wow." I groaned and sat up in the bed. "What happened?"

She grinned and stood up, then helped me get dressed.

"Did you have fun?" she asked.

"You bet, Mrs. Jones. A lot."

"Good." When I was dressed, Peggy kissed me on the lips and pulled me into a tight hug. I enjoyed the feel of her soft skin for a minute, and then she wiped my lips with her thumbs and held me out at arms length. "Devin, you know this is something we can’t tell anyone about, don’t you?"

I nodded. Peggy looked me hard in the eyes, and then she smiled again. "I think, if any of your friends ask about what happened, you should tell them that I made you clean my basement today. Does that sound mean enough?"

"Okay." I agreed. "They’d believe that."

"Can you climb back down the way you came?"

"I think so." I picked up my stuff, and then Peggy walked me back outside. The air had cooled down a lot from that afternoon.

"Devin." I turned to face her, and her smile vanished. "Don’t come back here again. If you do, I will call the police. Do you understand?"

I nodded solemnly. "I understand, Mrs. Jones."

Peggy smiled again and gave me a last, quick peck on my forehead. Then she stepped back, pulled her robe tight around her body and she watched as I climbed down the trellis as fast as my sore ass would let me.

 

When I hit the ground, I found what was left of my walkie-talkie.

It had hit the edge of the patio and bounced off onto the sidewalk, finally coming to rest in a heap of cracked plastic and transistors. The battery had rolled off the curb and was lying in a bunch of garbage in the street. It looked like it had been run over a few times while I was inside with Peggy.

I sighed and tried to salvage what I could. I didn’t see any of my friends over at Dave’s, so I mourned my loss as I made my way down the block to Dean’s house. Everybody was in the backyard when I got there, busy swapping war stories and sorting out the days plunder.

John saw me first and yelled as I dragged my backpack up the driveway.

"Dev! What happened to you?"

I almost spilled it. Almost. But then I remembered my promise.

"Mrs. Jones caught me on her deck." I held up my broken walkie-talkie. "I got in a little trouble."

Everybody groaned. "What’d she do? She call your grandma?"

"Naw. I had to clean her basement. It was nasty."

"Wow. Serious? Was she creepy?"

I thought about what to say, then shrugged. "Naw. Not really. She...she was kinda nice about it, actually. She, uh, gave me some dessert when I finished."

That impressed everybody. Dean made a comment about my fortitude in the face of capture, and then the guys mostly lost interest after that. A few minutes later we started hearing our folks shouting "Dinnertime!", and we split up for the day so we could fight again tomorrow.

 

 

 

The next day found me back in my gear, on the run.

Dave and a couple other guys on his team had caught me alone down by the park. I was fast enough to get into the woods, but now they were all chasing me through the trails. I couldn’t see them through the trees so I didn’t know how far behind me they were, but I could hear ‘em. That was enough for me; I just kept running and didn’t bother to look back.

My helmet almost went flying when I tore out of the woods, but I smashed it back onto my head, hard. Somehow, I made it across the street and managed to duck behind the front of a big, white van parked at the curb, just as Dave, Ricky and Jimmie bolted from the trees. I was still out in the open; anybody coming up the hill could’ve seen me and tipped the guys off. I had to do something, quick, and just running down the hill wouldn’t work. They’d pick me off after a few steps.

"Where’d he go?"

That was Dave’s older brother, Ricky.

"I dunno, that way, maybe?"

Jimmy.

"Up the hill?

Ricky again. I looked around, hoping someone from my team was close by; maybe they’d jump out of a bush so we could pin the other guys in a crossfire. Jimmy had a cool new machine gun that would suit me just fine, since someone had already got the jump on me once that morning and snagged mine in the looting. But no one sprang out to help; I was on my own.

Then I had a thought. I didn’t have my pack today, ‘cause my bottom still hurt and I didn’t want all the extra weight. I dropped to the ground and wriggled under the van, hoping they’d head up the hill, knowing that this just wasn’t enough cover for them not to find me if they came this way.

"Okay. You guys go look that way; I’ll follow back down the road and we’ll meet around the corner at Colin’s house." That was Dave.

From my point of view, I watched two pairs of dirty tennis shoes pound up the hill, and another pair turn and slowly walk down the street towards my hiding place. Dave was coming my way. Every few feet he’d pause, then move again. I had my pistol in my hands and pointing at his shins when he stopped right at the back of the van.

I almost giggled. Dave was humming the ‘Batman’ theme under his breath. I heard him dig around in his pocket, then some paper rustled and a crumpled bubblegum wrapper dropped at his feet. He just stood there, singing to himself for a minute, chewing his gum without a care in the world.

"Hey Dave," I said.

"Huh?"

"Down here."

He bent over and peeked under the van.

"Gotcha," I said, and shot him three times in the face. " Bang , bang , bang ! Team change!"

"Crud," he said. "I knew you were there all the time."

"Sure you did." I laughed, and crawled out from under the van. I told him to go wait for Dean at our base. "Go ahead and keep your stuff."

"Really? You’re sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Thanks!"

"Hey, Dave?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you have any grenades left?"

Grenades were good for getting a bunch of guys to change teams. They’d work a heck of a lot better than my pistol, or even Dave’s rifle. You didn’t have to shoot a bunch of times or anything; you could just lob ‘em into a yard and yell ‘BOOM!’, and everybody there was suddenly on your team.

"What are you gonna do?"

I grinned. "I’m gonna go hide over at Colin’s and wait for your brothers."

"Aww, crud," he said again.

He handed me the grenades, and then he ran down to Dean’s. Right when he left, I heard a car tear around the corner, tires squealing, and I backed out of the street just in time to see Peggy’s Chevy fly by me, race down the street, and pull into her driveway.

I really meant to keep my promise to her and stay away from her house. I did. But I knew I could save a few minutes on my way to Colin’s by cutting through her backyard. I had to make a battlefield decision.

Reluctantly, and with the Batman theme stuck in my head, I holstered my pistol and checked to make sure no one was watching, then climbed through the closest hedge and made my way down to Peggy’s. I followed the same route I had the day before and reached her garage a minute or two later. I saw her car through the smudged window, parked and empty, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. Inside the house, I could hear her shouting at Neil.

I guess I was feeling a little tired, so I plopped down on a garden bench and took a load off. A few minutes later, the sliding doors slid open and Peggy stepped out onto the deck.

I didn’t think she could see me from where she was standing. But I couldn’t see her very well either, so I jumped off the bench and hid behind the corner of the garage. Peggy still had her hair pinned up in her usual bun, but she’d already taken off her clothes and slipped into her robe. I could see the dark circles of her nipples through the material, and a small shiver ran through me. As I watched, she walked around the side of the house, and then back. She leaned over the edge of the deck and peered around at the yard. I saw her sigh, and she looked kind of sad, almost disappointed. Then she turned and went back inside.

The doors closed, and I stood there, not sure what to do.

I thought about climbing up, but the thought of her calling the police stopped me before I took a step. Instead, I climbed over her fence and snuck into the next backyard, on my way to Colin’s to ambush Ricky and Jimmie.

I went back every day that week. And every day at almost exactly the same time, Peggy’s car would zip down the hill. She’d park the car, and she and Neil would argue until they got inside. I’d stand at the back of the garage and wait until she came outside, just so I could see her.

And that’s where I was, waiting for her, when John snuck up on me.

"Dev? What’s goin’ on? You said you weren’t supposed to be here...mmbph!"

"Shhh!" I hissed, and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up!"

I was getting to be a pretty big kid, but John had a good four or five inches on me and outweighed me by maybe twenty pounds. He smacked my hand away and glared at me. He was on my team again, which explained why he didn’t try to shoot me, but not how he found me. He tried asking again.

"What’re you doing here...?"

"John, be quiet !"

I grabbed him and pulled him back. John’s eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped down to the ground, because above us, Peggy was peering over the railing.

"Oh, wow ..." John whispered in my ear. "She’s...she’s..."

Completely, totally, butt-naked. Today, Peggy wasn’t wearing any clothes.

I whacked John on the shoulder and told him to shut up again. He shut his mouth so fast his teeth clacked together. We watched quietly until Peggy went back inside and then he grabbed me again, his eyes wide with excitement. His questions came hard and fast.

"Dev! Did you see that? I can’t believe it! How did you find out? Oh wow ! Does she do that every day ? That’s how you got in trouble, huh?"

"John, cool out." I rolled my eyes.

"What?" He pointed up at the deck. "Did you see that? I mean, she was naked!"

"I know! I know! I’ve been hiding here, watching her all week!"

"So...so did you see her when you were...up there?

I nodded. "Yeah."

" Really ?"

"Uh-huh."

"No shit? How’d you get up there?"

I waved at the rose bushes. "I climbed."

John’s eyes lit up. "What’d she do?"

"Oh, man. I promised not to tell anybody."

"C’mon! I won’t tell! How’d she catch you?"

I sighed. And then I spilled the beans and told him the whole story.

"No way!"

"Yep."

"That’s so cool!" He was staring at the bushes, like he was a thousand miles away.

"John? You okay?"

"Yeah." A slow grin spread across his face. "I wanna see."

Panic . "What?"

"C’mon. Let’s go up there."

"No way! She’ll call the cops!"

"No she won’t. You said she comes out every day, like she’s looking for you, right?"

"Well, yeah, But, she said..."

He grabbed me and started pulling me towards the trellis. "Forget what she said. C’mon, Dev. I just wanna look. If we’re really quiet, she won’t even know we’re there."

Looking back, it was the first time he talked me into something that I knew I shouldn’t do. It wouldn’t be the last.

When we made it to the deck, I pointed to my window and we tried to sneak by the open glass doors. We never made it. Peggy was just stepping out of her bathroom when she saw the two of us, frozen on our tip-toes, on the deck. She was carrying something big and pink and rubbery in her hand, and she jumped, startled. I got a dirty look that made me cringe, and then I realized the thing she was holding looked an awful lot like my the thing dangling from my crotch, only about ten times bigger.

" Devin !?"

Oh man , I thought. Sure, we’ll be quiet. She’ll never even see us. Sure John, okay . "Uh, hi?"

I tried a devil-may-care grin and waved. Peggy put her hands on her bare hips, making the pink thing she had clenched in her fist flop around, and she stared us down. John shuffled his feet and stared at a spider crawling along the deck.

"Well," said Peggy. "What have we here? Two naughty peeping Tom’s, instead of just one? And who might this be?"

"This is my friend John." I had to think fast, but my brain was in a deep-freeze. "We, uh..."

"Didn’t I tell you not to come back here, Devin?"

"Yeah. And about the police, too. I remember. I promised, an’ I’m sorry, but, uh..."

"I talked him into coming, Mrs. Jones."

We both stared at John. He was looking defiantly at Peggy, his chest puffed up and his chin out, like he was daring her to punish us. It took a lot for him to do that, and in that second, I knew he was a true buddy. Maybe Peggy sensed it too.

"Well," she said again. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"

We stayed quiet. Better to be in trouble and not say anything, than to say something dumb and get in deeper.

"Did you get to see everything you wanted, young man?"

"No, ma’am," John said.

We stared at him again.

"Excuse me?" Peggy blinked, and cocked her ear towards us, making her boobs wiggle. "What did you say?"

John licked his lips.

"Well, sounds like you showed a lot more to Devin, before. Ma’am. An’ he says you’ve been looking for him everyday, so I figure you wanna show him even more."

"Oh, Devin." Peggy shook her head and turned her eyes back on me, waggling the floppy thing at me. "You’ve been spying on me again?"

I grinned weakly.

"I suppose I should have expected that." She shook her head again and waved us inside. "Well, come on in, you two."

John and I exchanged quick glances. His face was beet red, all the way from the collar of his white t-shirt up through his blonde hair. He licked his lips, I shrugged and he followed me inside.

"I suppose I won’t be needing this." Peggy set the rubbery thing on the nightstand, turned on her fan, smoothed her sheets, and sat on the bed, regarding the two uf us. Finally, she smiled. "Well. What would you boys like to do today?"

John grinned. "Uh, whatever you want?"

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

"All right. Since I’m the only one here without any clothes on, let’s get you boys more comfortable as well. What’s your name again?"

John shot me a look. "John."

"Come closer, John. Let me help with this." Peggy started to wrestle with his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his jeans. John was breathing hard, his eyelids half-shut. "John, did Devin tell you everything we did?"

He nodded.

She looked over at me. I hadn’t moved a muscle. She yanked his jeans and his underpants down to his knees. His little boy equipment was hard and ready for service. "Then he told you about how I have to punish naughty boys?" He nodded again, and let Peggy bend him over her knees. She raised her hand and glanced at me. "Devin, why don’t you get the ointment?"

 

I didn’t know until much later - just a year ago, actually, after I had an affair with his mother - that our afternoon with Peggy wasn’t John’s first time having sex. In just another year or two, John and I would go down our seperate paths, eventually taking us both into much darker places. But for the rest of that summer, we were as close as two kids could be, and we didn’t spend much more time playing army with our friends. We had other ways to spend our afternoons.

Unfortunately, our trysts only lasted until school started again, and the next summer Peggy’s husband began having heart problems. Then things fell apart with my parents. My dad started drinking - heavily - and we dealt with it by hiding the fact that he was now officially an alcoholic. After a couple years of co-dependency, drunken binges, and blackouts, he got in a bad car accident and woke up in jail. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but even that, and losing his drivers license, didn’t help. Eventually, my mom couldn’t handle it anymore; they had a final blow out, knock-down, drag-out fight one night after he came home smelling like a beer/perfume factory, and he agreed to move out.

So my dad packed up his stuff and left the night I graduated eighth grade. That’s when my sister and I learned the peculiar joys of having a divided family.

On holidays, we shuffled around from my dad’s family to my mom’s family, visiting back and forth, all of us always stressed out and every year saying we’d never do it again. But every year we did.

The Christmas weekend during my junior year of high school was the worst.

 

 

 

We spent Christmas Eve down the street at my grandparents house, with my mom’s sister - my aunt Debbie - and her husband Gregg, their seven kids and his folks. Even a couple of my great aunts and uncles showed up with bags bulging full of food and wrapped gifts.

Everything started out okay, especially that first night; my grandma fixed one of her patented holiday dinners, cooking enough food to serve a small army. We all spent a noisy couple of hours stuffing ourselves full of turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy and more, until we couldn’t breathe. After dinner, my grandma forced plates overflowing with pie a-la mode on everybody, and then the kids got their way and the group moved to the living room to gasp and wheeze, let the belts out and to open presents.

While everybody settled in, my grandpa corralled me into helping him clean up the mess. We cleared away the dishes and stocked the dishwasher, put away the tablecloth, and folded up the card table that had been the kids table; dragging it into the spare room. When we were finished, my grandma took me into the kitchen and handed me a foil-covered plate of cold food.

"Devin? Will you be a dear and take this over to Peggy for me? She was home all alone tonight, and I want her to have a nice supper."

It wasn’t snowing or anything, but it was still damn cold outside. I was about to whine about not wanting to go, but then one of my little cousins pulled the Christmas tree down with a crash, sending my grandma’s antique Christmas ornaments scattering around the room and her high-blood pressure into overdrive.

"Oh, Les!" She moaned at my grandpa, bustling off. "Why weren’t you watching her! Carrie, no-no, honey! Don’t eat that! No! Sweetie! Not in the fire! Here, give it to granny... "

My grandpa just grinned, and I judged that frostbite from walking across the street was preferable to dealing with the chaos of getting the tree back into shape. So I snuck out the back door and ran across the street. I took the stairs leading up the hill to Peggy’s door three at time; rang the bell and waited, freezing. Except for a light on in the front room, her house was dark. I could hear the chime from somewhere deep inside the house.

Nothing.

I hopped around on her porch trying to stay warm and rang the bell again, keeping my finger pressed to the buzzer, singing this little ditty: "Oh, come on, Peggy. Please. Open the door. Come on, come on, come on..."

A light went on in the hallway, and a second later, a bloodshot eyeball peeked out from around some gauzy curtains and squinted at me.

"Who’s there?"

"Mrs. Jones? Peggy?" I smiled at the eyeball and held up the plate of food. "It’s Devin. My grandma asked me to bring you some dinner?"

"Devin?" The eyeball blinked. "Mary’s grandson?"

"Yep. Peggy, Can I come in? It’s really cold out here, and I didn’t bring a coat."

"Devin?" She asked again, then the eyeball disappeared and the curtain fell back into place.

I spent the next few moments vainly trying to keep my hands from freezing, while behind the door, a chorus of locks, latches and chains were unlocked, unlatched and unchained. When the door finally opened, a wave of moist heat hit me like a blast furnace, and all the snot that had frozen in my nose started oozing down my face.

"Brrr. Thanks." I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my sweater and stepped into the hallway. I shivered, despite the heat inside the house. "My grandma said to tell you Merry Christmas, and she was sorry that...you..."

I hadn’t seen Peggy in years. John had stopped coming around after he started doing drugs and got into some trouble with the cops, but I kept up our secret liasons until Peggy’s husband fell ill, just before I started seventh grade. Mr. Jones had several strokes within a few months and required almost constant care, so it didn’t surprise me when Peggy decided that she couldn’t spend any more time with me.

Mr. Jones finally passed away about a year ago, and eventually Peggy became the neighborhood recluse - the goofy old lady that spooked the younger kids, never left her house, spied on her neighbors and gossiped over the phone with her few remaining friends.

"You’re all grown up. I didn’t even rec’nize you." She hiccupped.

We stood a moment, appraising each other. The old woman standing in front of me barely resembled the Peggy I remembered. Peggy was all dressed up, like she was ready to go out on the town, and reeked of alcohol. Her eyes were heavy and she slurred her greeting.

I had a distinct memory of her - a snapshot that was stuck in my head, of how she looked the afternoon she took my virginity. I knew she hadn’t been a young woman even then, but seeing her now shocked me with the realization of just how much time had quickly ticked past. The woman who had seemed so sweet to me then now looked small and worried, and the lush curves of her body that I’d kissed and caressed had melted into soft rolls of fat. Her long, silver hair was now cut short into a curly, cottony white puff around her rosy, pink face, and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

Finally Peggy smiled and held out her arms for me. Buried deep in that sad smile, I caught a tiny glimpse of the woman I had known.

"Devin? Sh’really you!" she slurred, and pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Thanks, Peggy. You look good."

"Phssh." She waved her hand in the air, spraying me with the smell of alcohol. She beckoned for me to follow her as she wobbled into the living room.

The house smelled foul; a horrible combination of booze and that awful, unwashed old-person smell; and over that, a sickly-sweet perfume. It made me want to gag. The heat and the smell got worse after Peggy shut the door, but I wrinkled my nose, gut checked, and followed her, carrying the cold plate with me. In the living room, the windows were all steamed over and she had the television turned on, but with no sound. On the screen, a black and white Jimmy Stewart was frantically discovering the true meaning of Christmas.

Other than the movie, I couldn’t see any evidence of the holiday in the house; except for a small card from my grandma that was displayed on the mantle, right next to a photo/greeting-card of some people that I guessed were Peggy’s son and his family. They were posed in front of a Christmas tree that was too big for the frame: a tall, unsmiling man with salt-and-pepper hair, standing stiffly behind a grim-looking scarecrow of a woman seated next to an equally unhappy looking pair of teenage girls kneeling on the floor. They were all dressed in their starched, Sunday Best, and one of the girls held a tiny, rat-like chihuahua in her lap. The dog was wearing a Santa hat, and looked like it was trying to bite the girls’ finger off. The caption read: ‘Happy Holidays from all of us!’.

"My son sent me that for Chris’mas. They live in Florida now." Peggy reached a small wet bar set against the wall. She used the countertop to steady her footing and navigated her way behind the bar. Then she looked up at me, squinting, and pulled out two big mugs from under the counter. "You look cold. Let’shh get you a Hot T-t-toddy."

"A what?"

She unstopped a bottle of rum and poured.

"H-hot Toddy," she slurred. "It’ll put sh’ome hair on your chest."

"Um, sure. Okay. Thanks Peggy."

I watched her prepare the drinks, and noticed her hands shaking when she finally handed me my cup.

"Cheers," she said, and clinked her mug against mine. She guzzled her drink while I took a sip, grimacing at the taste, then she flopped down on a flowery, plastic covered couch and patted the seat next to her. "Why don’t you sit down and keep me comp’ney?"

I’ve never been much of a drinker, and this tasted nasty. I tried to be discreet and set the mug on the coffee table along with the plate of food. Peggy’s head lolled around on the back of the couch with her eyes half closed, snoring quietly.

"Peggy?" I poked her shoulder. "You awake?"

She snorted and her body relaxed. The mug tipped out of her hands, spilling her drink all over her skirt. Didn’t faze her at all. I sighed and took the empty mug, setting it on the table with mine.

"Ah, Jeez."

Peggy was soaked to the skin, from her waist down. I couldn’t leave her like that, so I took her hands and pulled her off the couch with a grunt, then went in search of her bedroom. She woke up enough to mumble something about sticky fingers and stumble along with me to the staircase. I wrapped her arm around my neck and mine around her ample waist, and we slogged up the stairs to her bedroom. The door was open already, and Peggy slid halfway to the floor when I paused to flick on the lights.

Her room was like I remembered it, except I realized the bed didn’t look like it’d been slept in since the last time I was here, and the dresser was missing. Most of the knickknacks that were scattered here and there were missing too; and the wallpaper had light spots where pictures once hung. Everything was dusty and undisturbed.

Mentally, I smacked my head. Peggy must’ve moved downstairs to be closer to her husband after he got sick, and everything in this room got left behind, no longer needed.

Tough shit , I thought, I’m not gonna carry her back downstairs. No way. She can sleep up here tonight .

I tossed back the covers, then eased her down and stretched her out on the bed. I took off her shoes and set them on the floor; then stared at her wet skirt, trying to decide what I should do with that when Peggy reached over and grabbed me by the wrist.

" Whuahaa! " I yelped, and her eyes fluttered open.

Peggy glanced around the room while my heart settled down. "Devin? What’re you doing here? Why...wait, I ‘member, you brought food, I...I..." She squirmed a little, licking her lips. "Thir’sty." Then her eyes flew wide open and she clutched my arm. "Why am I all wet? Did I...Oh no, I didn’t..."

It took me a second to realize what the panic attack was all about.

"What? Oh! Oh, no, you didn’t p...I mean, you just fell asleep when we were sitting downstairs and spilled a drink. That’s all. I didn’t want you to sleep on the wet couch, so I brought you upstairs. I just kinda assumed your room was still up here, and..."

I trailed off with a shrug. Peggy slowly looked around the room, then settled her eyes back on me and relaxed her grip on my arm. She kicked her legs and grunted uncomfortably, jerking her hips into the air, trying to reach the zipper to her skirt.

"Will you help me wi’f this?" Peggy’s skirt had shifted around to the side; she was nowhere near the zipper.

"Sure. Here, let me..." I unbuttoned and unzipped her, and helped her pull the skirt off.

"Sh’till wet." Peggy hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, slip, and nylons and wiggled, pushing them down off her hips until they stuck around her thighs. She swore and collapsed back onto the bed, looking like she wanted to cry. "Help...?"

I could feel my face flush red at the sight of her pubic hair, and was suddenly a little dizzy. "Are you sure?"

Peggy just closed her eyes and nodded. I slipped her clothes down her legs, and helped her take off her jacket too. Then I pulled the covers over her and tucked her in.

"There you go Peg," I said. She smiled forlornly at me, and something made me lean over. I was going to just give her a kiss on the forehead, but she grabbed my arms and wouldn’t let go.

"W-will you stay here for a while?" She pleaded. "With me?"

My family was probably already wondering what happened to me. "Peggy, I should get back."

"Please, Devin?"

"I don’t..."

"Please. Please don’t go."

Something in her eyes did it. I sighed. "Can I use your phone to call my grandma’s, just to let them know I’ll be a little late?"

"But you’ll come back?"

I nodded. "I promise."

"Okay." She smiled, and I watched a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. "The phone’s in the kitchen."

"Be right back."

I slipped away from the bed and turned back to find her smiling at me, then I went downstairs to hunt for a phone.

 

 

"Did she like the dinner?"

My grandma seemed pretty excited when I told her that Peggy asked me to stay and watch the end of It’s a Wonderful Life with her.

"Oh...uh, yep. She sure did, grandma. Loved it. Peggy says to tell you thanks."

Grandma made a happy sound on her end of the line. "You two have fun. I’ll tell your mom you’ll be home after the movie."

"Okay."

"She says not to forget you’re going to your aunt’s for Christmas."

"Okay."

"You’ll remember?"

"Yeah, grandma. I’ll remember about tomorrow."

"Okay then. Bye-bye."

"Bye, grandma."

"Love you!"

"Love you, too."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

I sighed and hung up as grandma tried another "‘bye!", and assessed my options. I thought about leaving, just quietly walking home; but I promised I’d stay.

"Crap." I muttered to myself and tiptoed back upstairs. If I was lucky, she might’ve fallen back asleep. But no...

"Devin?" She whispered as I peeked into the doorway. "You came back?"

"Uh-huh."

The light from the hallway illuminated the room like a bad horror movie; all I could see was my shadow stretching out over the floor, with soft light framing Peggy’s head. The rest of the room was bathed in darkness. Peggy smiled and waved me inside. She clutched the covers up to her chest, and I noticed her arms were bare.

"Come in," she said, and I did.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I’m fine." Peggy smiled, shyly, and moved the covers. I blinked. Somehow she’d managed to take off her blouse, but not her bra, and was lying there waiting for me. "Will you shut the door, and come and sit with me?"

I did, and I did.

"Such a sweet boy, Devin. My sweet boy, all grown up." She whispered, and her hands fumbled with my belt. "All grown up," she said again, and I shivered as her hands gripped me. And in the dark, for a while, we tried to forget our past.

 

 

I got home quite a bit later than I expected. Everybody was already asleep; I could hear my mom snoring upstairs, even with all the doors closed. A shopping bag full of wrapped presents was on the floor by our Christmas tree, with a card for me pinned to the front. I opened the envelope and found a goofy-looking reindeer grinning back at me. ‘ Merry Christmas ’, it said, ‘ wait for us and we’ll open our presents together tomorrow before we go ’.

"Great," I mumbled, "sounds like a plan." I slipped the card back in it’s cheery red-and-green envelope, dropped it in the bag, and went to raid the ‘fridge.

 

 

On Christmas Day, my aunt Rachel (now on her third husband - a high-powered corporate lawyer named Arnold, or ‘Uncle Arnie’, as he wanted us to call him) invited all of us to their annual Christmas dinner party. Ol’ Arnie greeted us - my mom, my sister and I - at their huge front doors, and proceeded to give us the grand tour of the super-cool, huge fucking house they’d built, just in time for the party. We ooed and aahed at all the right places as he told us over and over how much it all cost.

That’s about when my headache kicked in. It was barely noticeable at first, just a dull ache in my temples. But it got worse.

We finished up the tour with a visit to the kitchen, where my aunt was watching my grandmother (Dad’s mom) supervise the caterers. She was standing with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently, as my grandma bustled around, sticking her fingers into the pots and grimacing.

"Oh, Rachel! That’s not going to be finished in time! Why don’t I just..."

The guy in the chef’s uniform standing at the stove groaned audibly. Didn’t even faze my grandma, but my aunt wrinkled her nose at him and nodded.

"Mom, I’m sure the food’ll be fine. Marco’s been here with his crew for two days, they know where everything is, and I don’t think they need your help. Why don’t you go find Ashley and John and help them find their gifts under the tree." My aunt raised an eyebrow and spoke to her mom like she was a small child. "Hmn?"

My grandmother said something that sounded like, ‘tssk-tssk’, and waved her hand. My aunt rolled her eyes at her mom, and then grinned as she saw us walk into the kitchen.

"Hey!" she squealed, threw open her arms and rushed over to us.

Aunt Rachel hugged each of us, and gave me a tiny little peck on the cheek to go along with my bonecrusher. I’ve got to say, my aunt looked great, even after having two kids. During the early 70’s, just after my sister was born, she’d grown her hair out and wore it long and straight. She laughingly called that her pseudo-hippy period, when she wore tight buckskin pants and looked just like an indian princess. Now her hair was cut in a curly bob and she was dressed conservatively, wearing a dark blue skirt with a matching pinstriped jacket over a creamy, white silk blouse.

She looked every inch the proper lawyers wife.

"Dinner should be ready in a little bit, if mom quits fussing." She turned to her husband. "Arnie, will you do something about her?"

"Sure thing, baby." I grimaced as he kissed her. "C’mon, Marge. Let me show you the billiard room. I bet that’s where the grandkids are hiding."

"But...but...the food!" Grandma twittered as Arnie led her out of the kitchen.

Rachel put her hand to her eyes and shook her head. She and my mom shared a laugh, and then my aunt was forcing appetizers at us.

"Merry Christmas! Eat! Drink! Tell me what’s going on in the real world."

They giggled and chatted. After some small talk, my mom and my sister wandered off, leaving me alone with my aunt.

"Can I get you anything to drink? She opened a monstrous stainless steel fridge and bent inside. I admired her butt, felt my teen-age hormones kicking in.

"A Coke?"

"Comin’ up, Sweetie."

She pulled out two frosty bottles and popped the tops. She handed me one and put hers to her lips. She closed her eyes and sighed as she sipped, then she grinned at me.

"Nothin’ better than suckin’ on a cold bottle of pop."

"Mm." I agreed, grinning back.

"Your dad’s here, you see him yet?"

"Uh-uh." Just knowing he was in the same house made me feel a little sick.

"Waiting till the last minute?"

I nodded, and guzzled soda ‘till I burped.

"Classy. So, Dapper-Dan," she grinned at me over her Coke. "You dating anybody these days?"

I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Yeah?"

I nodded again.

"Just one?"

That made me grin and blush like a fool. My aunt grinned back.

"You like her?"

"Yep."

"She pretty?"

"I think so."

Aunt Rachel waited, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised, this time at me .

"Well?" She asked.

I took a sip. Two could play at this game. "Well, what?"

"How pretty is she?"

"What d’you mean?"

"Pretty as me?" She posed for me, giving me her profile.

I shook my head. "No way."

"Sheesh. I thought I was gonna have to smack you."

"You know, I kinda like that sorta thing now."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really ?" My aunt gave me a shocked look, then she grinned and kissed my cheek. "Crazy kids these days; minds always in the gutter." She rubbed her lipstick smudge off with her thumb. "There." She sat back. "Shall we mingle?"

"Okay."

"You’ll be my date?"

"Sure."

"Because I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed, seen with an older woman and all that. Now that you’ve got a girlfriend, I mean."

"S’okay. Really."

We clinked bottles and she took me by the arm, led me into the house and introduced me to about a hundred different people as her favorite nephew. I enjoyed her attention and everything seemed to go okay right up until dinnertime.

That’s when my dad fell off the wagon, in front of everybody.

Hard.

He’d been sober about six months, supposedly. I don’t really know much about what happened, but at some point in the evening he started walking around sipping a martini. My mom was ignoring him - badly - and then everything went to shit. My dad said something, my sister started crying and she and my mom ran to one of the dozen bathrooms. That caused a shouting match between my dad and my aunt, which ended with my dad slamming his drink back and roaring off in his middle-age-crisis convertible.

Dinner was a bit uncomfortable, but for some reason (pride?), we stayed. After dessert, I wandered off to find a quiet spot to be alone. I managed to locate a room on the fourth floor that didn’t contain any people, just an entertainment system with a big screen TV and a new leather couch. Not too much later, my aunt came looking for me. She found me sitting on the floor with my legs scrunched up to my chest. My head was pounding.

"Dev? You okay?"

She flicked on the light switch; I groaned and lifted my hand to block the glare. I hadn’t even realized the room was dark.

"Yeah. Just a bad headache."

"Oh...here." She clicked the switch again and the lights dimmed until I could just make out her profile. Then she shut the door and sat down on the couch next to me. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

I leaned my head back on the couch and sighed. The leather creaked as she settled in next to me and she ran cool fingers over my forehead.

"Is it okay if I rub your temples?"

"Sure," I said. "I’d like that."

My aunt scooted closer to me and my cheek rubbed against her knee. "Can you squeeze between my legs? I can’t quite reach." I leaned forward a little so she could move her leg behind my back. She stroked her fingernails through my hair, pulling me towards her. "There. Does that feel nice?"

Her skirt wouldn’t let her legs spread too far apart, and my shoulders were wedged tightly between her thighs. Despite the migraine, I was getting a boner.

"Mm-hmm."

"Your mom took your sister home." I half turned around, but she shushed me. "I told her you could stay here tonight. She said that would be okay. Or I could give you a ride home now, if you want."

My head felt like mush, so I grappled with that for a while. "I don’t want to make things any worse for you with Arnie. I mean, my dad, and my mom..."

"It’s okay."

"No. It’s not okay."

"Arnie understands, Dev."

My throat felt raw. "Sure he does."

"Don’t be a snot, Dev." She gave me a little pop on the top of my head. Then, "Look, I know he’s your dad. But he’s my brother. I get it; I understand how much all this hurts."

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet.

"Arnie knew he had a drinking problem years ago. He told me so the first night he and Mike met. And I didn’t believe him. I don’t think my folks believed it either, even when your mom split up with him." She paused for a second, but never stopped stroking my head. I waited her out. "None of us had any idea how bad it got, until this summer. I don’t know why, but Arnie agreed to let me ask your dad to help us when we were building this damn house."

That surprised me. "He did?"

"Yeah. It was awful. If Mike actually bothered to show up, he was too drunk to work." She sighed. "I don’t know why Arnie agreed to let him come tonight."

I chewed on that for a second. Something she said was bugging me, but it was waay off the subject.

"Don’t you like your house?"

"Hm?" She sounded lost. "It’s Arnie’s fucking house. I hate it."

I managed to turn halfway around. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "Yeah.

"Why? I mean, It’s so nice...and you and Arnie, and your kids..."

"Shit." She snorted. "I love my kids, and I suppose I still love Arnie, but..." She shrugged. "Your dad’s not the only person who didn’t wind up the way they expected."

"Wow. I mean, you guys seem so...happy."

She waved her hand. "You know what? I don’t even know most of the people here tonight. Except for you guys and my folks, they’re pretty much all Arnie’s family or his friends from work. Shit, I haven’t seen or talked to any of my old friends since we got married. I barely see my family."

"Wow. I’m sorry." I meant it, but saying the words felt feeble and completely inadequate. "Maybe I should go home. I mean..."

"No, no. It’s okay. Arnie’s too busy schmoozing to even notice I’m missing. Let’s just hide here and be quiet for a while?" She smiled down at me. "Dev, seeing you was the best thing that happened to me tonight."

She mussed my hair and I managed to smile around my thobbing head. "Sure."

"Good." She patted the couch next to her. "Come up here with me."

She took my hands and pulled. I crawled up onto the couch and ended up kneeling awkwardly with my face barely inches away from hers. We both blinked, and she ginned and patted her thighs.

"Here. Lie down."

I flipped over onto my back, snuck an arm under her thighs, and stretched out with my head pillowed in her lap. My aunt was soft and warm and sweet, and for the first time in a long, long time, I let myself relax and enjoy her touch and her smile. She gently stroked my face, and after a while, we both drifted away.

 

The clock on the entertainment system told me it was a little after four in the morning. I woke up feeling groggy, like my head was full of oatmeal. I was still lying on the couch, flat on my back, with my head on a fluffy throw-pillow. At first, I wasn’t sure what woke me. The house was quiet, settled. I figured the party was long over, and wondered if anyone had missed us.

I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and yawned; and I realized I wasn’t alone on the couch when my aunt shook and let out a small, quiet cry in her sleep. She was snuggled up against me with her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting on my chest, panting softly. The couch wasn’t all that wide, and she’d thown one of her legs over me, tangling it between mine. She moaned again and rubbed her face into my chest, clutching my shirt with her hand and wiggling her body against me.

"Uh," I whispered, and nudged her softly. "Hey, wake..."

That was all I managed, because my aunt rolled half on top of me. Her hand snaked up past my neck and she started to play with my hair. Her breath was coming in sharp little gasps now, and she straddled my thigh. Moisture seeped into my pant leg as she rubbed her crotch against me, and she started to kiss me, slowly, her soft lips brushing my neck and my chin. Her other arm slid up and her hands cupped my head, and she shifted her body completely on top of me. Suddenly I was hard as a rock, and she was gently riding me.

"Oh God..."

My aunt shivered and clutched me close, then she put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up. She stayed like that for a minute, with her back arched and her hands bunched into little fists, pulling my shirt into a ball. Her body twitched once, and twice, and I felt a warm flood spread over my pants. She collapsed on top of me, and her hands pulled my face close to hers, and she kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine and her little tongue flicked inside my mouth, tickling and probing.

I gently tried to push her away.

"Hey..."

"Sshh," she put a finger on my lips. I could barely make out her face in the darkness, but I thought she was smiling. "If you don’t want this, we’ll stop and I’ll take you home," she said. Then she reached down and stroked my cock through the wet spot in my pants. "Do you want me to stop?"

I didn’t really have to think about it. My aunt took my silence as her cue and she scooted her butt further down on my thighs. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, and I heard her grunt as she forced my pants down over my hips. I sprang free, and she bent over me, her hands gripping me tightly.

"Quiet now."

My aunt kissed the tip of my cock, licking the tip and then working her way down my shaft to my balls. I heard myself groan when she mouthed me. My hips jerked up into her face, pushing me all the way inside her mouth. Her hands circled under my ass, and suddenly I was five again, back in her old apartment. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and push her head down harder, but I didn’t touch her. I didn’t want to do anything that might make her stop, so I let her have her way.

My aunt slowly worked my cock, until I was ready to scream. I rammed my hands behind the pillow and squeezed it until I thought the stuffing might burst out, and listened to the soft, wet, slurping sounds, the little moans and groans, until she had me ready to pop my load. She stopped and kissed the tip once more, then crawled up until she straddled my hips again. She found my hands and pressed them to her breasts, making me squeeze them.

"Take it off," she panted. "Quick."

I didn’t ask what she wanted off. I found the collar of her blouse and yanked it open, popping buttons. I tore her blouse down to her waist and pulled it open, then ran my hands back up to her breasts. She was wearing a thin satin bra, and I pulled the straps down over her shoulders until her hard little nipples popped into my hands. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, softly kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.

My aunt was trying to pull up her skirt, but it stuck at the bottom of her butt. "Shit..." she grunted, pulling away. "Dammit."

I grinned and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my hands over her ass until I found the hem of her skirt, and then gave it a good pull. I heard the material rip and felt it split open, and then I was doing the same to her silk slip. She bent over me, and her tits rubbed my chest. I settled the material up around her waist and played with her ass for a minute. She was kissing me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and grinding her pussy onto my dick.

"Come on, come on..." she panted.

I wrapped my fists around a handful of nylons and panties and ripped them away from her ass, tearing a huge hole in her stockings and ripping her panties in half. Her wet pussy immediately found my dick, and she swirled her hips in a circle as she settled down on me. Then the whole world just slipped away, leaving just the two of us, alone in the dark.

 

 

And that’s something you just don’t tell a girlfriend.

Trust me.

Some people would consider such a taboo fetish to be disgusting & totally wrong, for that I would agree but I would never act upon it or at least I think I wouldn’t anyway. What’s the harm in fantasizing about someone? Masturbation is a natural stress reliever plus a healthy way of life & if dreaming about someone of interest aids the cause, why not? That’s how I feel on this subject anyway.

The stories I have written are meant for entertainment & are somewhat fictional. The engagement of Aunt & Nephew or Older & Younger are pure fantasy. However, the acts of panty raiding, taking a peek upskirt or searching for nude pictures on their computers are totally true. I’m sure a lot of youngsters, male or female, have tried such daring acts & although I encourage such things, remember to be mindful of what you are doing. Don’t do anything that would make the other party upset or would land you in serious trouble. Just don’t take things too far.

With that being said, please enjoy my stories & don’t hesitate to leave feedback or suggestions after you’re done reading. Thanks!

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                                 My Aunt's Tasty Panties

       People seem to think I have a slow, if not, non-existent sex drive. I rarely speak of the topic &, at 21, am still a virgin by choice. What people have to say doesn’t bother me much, every person is entitled to his or her opinion but behind the stern mask, there’s a hidden demon waiting to be released. A demon who has an insatiable appetite for older women. Such desirable women exist in my family but a thing such as incest is completely wrong. After all they are of your blood but they are human just like yourself. It’s a difficult situation to defuse. I for one wouldn’t dare come on to one of my Aunts but I would, however, fulfill my fetishes surrounding it.

One such Aunt I have eyes for is my Aunt Lorna. She’s a tall, voluptuous, 43 year old blonde who wears glasses from time to time. She isn’t the sharpest tool in the drawer, in fact when she was younger she had a reputation for sleeping around. Whoring yourself around isn’t respectable & is down right disgusting but I looked past that fact & figured so long as I didn’t touch her, there would be no harm done to either side. Lorna recently moved back in with my grandparents, due to personal problems, so I see her whenever I decide to make an appearance. Most of the time I would go down just to swipe a new pair of panties for my collection or to snoop around in search of better masturbation material. One such occasion proved to be a little more adventurous then I originally planned.

It was a Saturday afternoon & was my Cousin’s birthday. The special event was being held at my Grandparent’s house, like most of them were. For the week prior, I was excited about going down. I hadn’t seen my Aunts for quite some time & since it was skirt season I figured I would get many opportunities to sneak a few quick peeks. When I arrived, my Aunt Lorna was sitting on the porch greeting the family as they came. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a white skirt & a tight black cotton shirt, so tight you could clearly see the outline of the bra she was wearing. If I hadn’t trained to control my thoughts & "equipment" over the years, I would have undoubtedly burst right there. After saying hello, I quickly went inside before any lustful thoughts set in. Once inside I was greeted by the rest of the relatives who had already arrived.

For most of the afternoon I sat around making small talk with the relatives I rarely had the chance to see. They didn’t seem overly joyed to see me but then again neither was I. It’s kind of sad but my extended family is a bit dysfunctional. They only ever care about what you can do for them, only coming to family get together’s to keep face. I figured if I could hold out until dinner, the rest of the evening would be set. I would make a visit to my Aunt Lorna’s room & take it from there while everyone else would be preoccupied.

Dinner outside came & went. The tables were filled with cold-cuts, soups & other traditional family recipes. Although I love those kinds of dinners, it all lacked in comparison to what was to come. After having my fill, I began helping with the cleanup when out of the corner of my eye I noticed my Aunt coming down the stairs. Everything seemed to move in slow motion at that point. With every step her breasts bounced up & down while the air caught the corners of her skirt, waving it around in the wind. She must have caught me staring because our eyes met as she finished the last step, giving me this ice cold stare that spelt disaster. To my relief, Lorna just walked past me like it didn’t even happen.

As I finished cleaning up, I was haunted by the event that just took place. My Aunt’s ample breasts, the treasure hidden behind her white skirt & that stare. The stare was the part I kept playing back. It was so sexy & provocative especially with those glasses she wore. Women with glasses turn me right on & this was no exception. As I was moving along the table I felt something touch my groin area. A sudden surge of embarrassment ran through my body as I looked down to inspect the cause. To my surprise, my penis had become half erect, tenting my shorts. It was quite evident that my penis had grazed the edge of the table as I was cleaning. My only thought at that moment was to seek refuge inside the house & pray nobody notices the camp of rebel forces taking arms in my shorts.

I dropped what I was doing & stormed into the house. Luckily everyone was still outside because I had no idea how I would cope with such an embarrassing moment & with my whole family in attendance, it would only take but a few seconds before everyone knew. Grabbing my bulge in a feeble attempt to subdue it & doubly relieve the sensation, I ran upstairs in hopes of taming the beast that had arisen. However, the same floor as the bathroom housed my Aunt’s room & of course, being insanely horny at the time I decided to step it up a notch by exploring her room.

My Aunt Lorna’s room was a bit messy which I saw as an advantage. I couldn’t afford to leave signs of me snooping around her room & with a room filled with clothes, books & other patches of disorder it would be infinitely easier covering those tracks. I quickly sat on her bed & broke open her panty drawer. I had been there a few times so I knew which drawers were which. The first thing I noticed was that she hadn’t bought any new pairs of panties since the last time I was there, which was a bit of a let down. I kept rummaging through, searching for a perfect pair to entertain myself with. The smells, colours & different materials of the panties made me even more excited. I would only take one pair however, it was bad enough that I was stealing let alone taking something as personal as underwear. I kept searching until I finally came upon the perfect pair. They were silver in colour & shiny in the front & back. Undoubtedly my favourite style of panties. I reorganized the drawer as best as I could & bolted for the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me & began to lock it when I noticed that the lock had been broken off. "What luck!" I thought, but what were the chances of someone coming up within the next few minutes? I dismissed the idea of getting caught & loosened my shorts, letting them drop to the floor. My underwear had a small wet spot where my precum had been secreted. I couldn’t wait to pull my penis out for some action. I brought the panties close to my face, rubbing the crouch area on my nose, envisioning my Aunt’s scent & feel. With my other hand, I dug down into my underwear & pulled out my now fully erect penis. My penis is 7 & a bit inches long when standing at full attention, which is perfectly fine by me. Most people exaggerate their penis size but to what gain?

By now the feel of the panties on my face sent pulses down the length of my body, heightening the experience. I rubbed my penis with the free hand, occasionally reaching down to fondle my sack & stimulate the ticklish pubic areas. I could feel the humble beginnings of an orgasm building up while playing out a fantasy with my Aunt in mind. I let a deep but soft groan out in acceptance to my dirty & perverse thoughts. My Aunt’s breasts bouncing & swaying with every step she took, the cold stare she gave me in disapproval while licking her crimson red lips all the while hiking up the sides of her skirt. I could almost feel the soft touch of her hand running across my face when I faintly heard a creaking on the stairs leading up to my floor. Someone was coming up the stairs. Displeased, I came out of my euphoric state, quickly scanning the area for possible escape routes. The only route would be out of the bathroom & confronting the intruder head on with panties in hand. I kept looking for another way when I noticed the green shower curtains.

The door knob began to twist & the door opened just as I leaped into the bathtub, sliding the curtains behind me. I quietly peaked through the left side to see who would enter. Lorna came into the bathroom with a confused look on her face. I guessed the look was caused by having to open the door only to find nobody inside. Usually you’re supposed to knock before you enter but I guess she figured everyone was outside still & decided to come in regardless of the door’s status. Lorna closed the door & undid the draw string on her skirt letting it fall to the floor. The sight of the g-string blew me away. Under that hot white skirt, she was wearing nothing more than a small piece of fabric. I almost said my thoughts aloud but caught myself before such a disastrous moment took place.

Lorna sat down on the toilet as I repositioned myself, trying to take advantage of this once in a lifetime situation. My hand was wrapped around my penis, trying to suppress the sexual urges that overcame me. Lorna shifted herself slightly but just enough to give me a full view of her pussy. I couldn’t believe my eyes & neither could my mouth because just as that happened, I let out of a gasp loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. My face went beet red as my Aunt shot her gaze over to the shower curtains. I leaned back & stood absolutely still, hoping she would dismiss anything she had just heard. The toilet flushed & I let out a sigh of relief when the shower curtains flew aside, revealing a very stunned & half naked me. My Aunt’s eyes darted about trying to make sense of the situation when suddenly she fixed her gaze on the item in my hand. It was the pair of panties I had temporarily borrowed from her drawer. A smirk widened across my Aunt’s face as she looked up into my eyes.

"So I haven’t been misplacing my panties after all. Instead we have a panty thief in our midst." Lorna said boring holes right into my eyes. All I could do at that moment was let out some guttural sound & try handing the panties back to my Aunt. "Hmm, I think you can keep those. It seems like you’ll have more fun with them than I will." Lorna laughed. I bent down to pull my pants up when my Aunt placed her hand on mine, signifying to stop. I looked at her in utter embarrassment for an answer to her actions but she just smirked & said, "I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think it’s rather cute that you consider your Aunt a hottie." Not only was I caught dead in my tracks but she knew what was happening the entire time. She asked me to step out of the tub & onto the floor. I figured that was it. I’d been caught & now I’d suffer the consequences.

"So what’s going to happen?" I asked her. Lorna turned towards the bathroom door & tampered with the lock. "If you’re going to lock a door, at least do it right." She remarked. Lorna swung back around, took my left hand & stuck the middle finger in her mouth, gently sucking & licking around the fingernail. My heart began racing as I fantasized where this was leading. Was this a taste of things to come? Building up enough confidence to even breathe, I blurted, "What are you doing? This isn’t right. Although I’ve dreamed about this I wouldn’t be able to go through with such an act!" Lorna took my fingers out of her mouth to speak. "Nobody said we had to have sex. How about a bit of friendly foreplay? We’ll do each other a favor & I’ll show you what to do." She giggled.

The idea didn’t sound so bad. I wanted to stay a virgin so there was no way I’d engage in intercourse, especially with my Aunt. A bit of foreplay wouldn’t hurt. Besides, in the back of my mind, I’ve always wanted something like this to happen & here’s my chance. I nodded in agreement & she pulled our bodies together, leaning in to kiss me. She whispered, begging me to touch her, so I reached down under her skirt & used my index finger to caress the lips of her pussy through her skimpy panties. My cock was rock hard, harder than it’s ever been. My Aunt slid one hand down my chest & into my underwear, grabbing the shaft of my penis. She rhythmically squeezed my cock, stroking it as she released while I continued to rub her lips. My other hand sprang to life, cupping my Aunt’s right breast & began to softly massage it.

Lorna pulled away & brought me over to the sink where she hopped up & sat. She continued by pulling her skirt up to reveal her already moist G-string. "Hopefully you like what’s for desert." Lorna joked, "Dive right in." I did just that. First I planted my face right into her groin area, tasting & licking the wet stain on my Aunt’s panties. I couldn’t contain myself. The aroma & taste sent me overboard. I pulled aside the panties & let my eyes feast upon my Aunt’s beautiful pussy. Her pussy was lightly shaved & had a soft red complexion. I looked up at Lorna for some advice on where to start. "First focus on the length of the lips & then move over to the clitoris. Stay on the clit. Suck & lick gently at first then I’ll tell you when to speed up." Lorna purred.

I let out a nice wad of spit & went right to work, moving my tongue up & down her juicy pussy lips. Lorna grabbed my head, moving her hands through my hair & pulling my face closer to her genitals. I stayed on those lips for a solid 5 minutes before she signaled to move on. Next was her clitoris. It seemed awfully big to me at first but I’ve only seen pictures on the net, so what do I know? After taking a quick examination of it, I pulled the lips apart & began to flick my tongue on the tip of her clit. Lorna moaned, which is always a good sign, so I continued the pace. Every so often I would place my mouth over top & suck back on the clit.

I continued my relentless assault of licks & sucks on her genitals while she moaned in ecstasy. Eight minutes had past before she told me to quicken my pace. I began to flick my tongue at double the speed while my Aunt started to grind her pussy, rhythmically, into my face. At that moment an idea sparked into my head. Why not insert a finger inside to see what happens? I took my index finger & methodically inserted it into my Aunt’s seeping wet pussy. Lorna wailed in enjoyment, ramming my face back into her groin demanding me to keep eating. I slowed my tongue a bit to change the rhythm of our dance & to aid the movement of my inserted finger. I tickled the inside walls of my Aunt’s pussy with my index finger every time I plunged it deep inside. Lorna showed no signs of disagreement so I stayed on target.

Minutes flew by as we kept a more relaxed pace until Lorna broke the silence. "I’m gonna cum soon. Are you ready to taste it?" She asked. Me, not being one to turn anything down this day & still eating away, complied with a heavy moan. I decided to insert another finger into her pussy, adding to the thickness of the already overworked index finger. Lorna’s breathing began to speed up, as did mine. I wanted to cum with her even if I couldn’t, so I began to utter naughty phrases. Lorna seemed to love it, responding to every word I said. Suddenly time stopped. My Aunt froze, letting out a few gasps of breath & holding her breasts. A liquid blast of cum squirted right out of her pussy & all over my face & mouth. The salty taste of my Aunt’s cum drove me nuts. I stood up, locking eyes with my Aunt & began pumping furiously on my still solid penis.

Everything that I had just experienced & the sight of my Aunt climaxing was enough to fuel my own orgasm. After her legs stopped shaking & the full weight of the orgasm wore off, Lorna hopped off the sink & onto the floor, positioning herself between my legs. "Since you know what I taste like, let me see how you taste!" Lorna begged while putting her glasses on. My breathing quickened & my strokes became harder. The muscles in my groin began to tighten as I let the orgasm take over. I held out for as long as I could before releasing an onslaught of hot cum all over my Aunt’s beautiful face & glasses. I had been saving this load up for the entire week, knowing that I’d have the chance to unload today but who would have thought this would happen? My poor Aunt didn’t even see it coming. She was literally covered in my white cum but didn’t seem to mind. Lorna licked her lips & used her hand to scoop my cum into her mouth while I was enjoying the blissful sensation of what had just happened.

"Now you’ll have something extra to go along with all those panties you have of mine." Lorna sarcastically said. "Here take these too as a keepsake." Lorna handed me her G-string that I had just licked clean. These panties would become my most prized possession & would undoubtedly never get washed but instead be stored in a sandwich bag for later viewing. We both looked at our watches to check how much time had past & surprisingly it was only 20 minutes. If people had realized either of us were missing for such a lengthy period of time, we would have had some explaining to do.

After we both cleaned up, I thanked her for the enlightening experience. She hinted at such a situation occurring again in the near future, knowing I would be more than happy to oblige. We both headed downstairs & I decided to take a different route so we wouldn’t get caught with one another. Lorna headed for the backyard while I went for the kitchen to grab a sandwich bag. I didn’t want to carry around my prized pair of panties in a pocket especially when they’re still moist. Sealing the bag shut, I thought of the event that just took place & how lucky I was. Then I realized that I was holding my Aunt’s panties & that she went outside without putting a new pair on. I figured she forgot but had a suspicion she had more in store for me before I left. So I headed back outside to see if I couldn’t catch a few more glimpses of my Aunt’s tasty pussy.

When I arrived back home after the party, I got the sudden urge to masturbate again but this time I had a few new items to help me out. Till this day, the vivid images of the wild time I spent with my Aunt in the bathroom plague me in my sleep. More often than not, I’ll wake up with a full on erection that would need tending to all thanks to my Aunt Lorna. I can’t wait for the next family get together & I know my Aunt Lorna can’t either. Maybe this time she’ll eat me instead?

   As we talked I noticed his eyes were wandering over my body and I felt my pussy twitching. I glanced at his crotch and was shocked when I saw a sizeable bulge. “I bet you have the girls lining up to go out with you.” I said as I thought of how I wanted to drop to my knees and swallow his cock.

   “No, not really, in fact I don’t have a girlfriend right now.”

   “Well I don’t know what’s wrong with these girls. If I was twenty years younger I’d love to go out with you.”

   “You’re just being nice.”

   “No I’m not.” I said as I rubbed his shoulder. “You are a really handsome young man.”

   About that time we got busy so we didn’t have a chance to talk much more. When I had finished my shift I looked around and Eric was gone. “Oh well, it’s probably best.” I muttered to myself as I walked into the parking lot. I got in my Explorer and started down the street. I had gone about a block when I saw Eric walking. I pulled up beside him and said. “Hop in I’ll give you a lift. It’s too cold to be walking.”

   He climbed in and told me where he lived; it was only a few blocks from my house. I noticed his eyes were glued to my breasts. I looked down and saw that the cold had made my nipples stiff and they were poking against my shirt. “Oops, I guess it’s colder than I thought.” I said with a big smile.

   “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have been staring like that. But you are so beautiful and you’ve been so nice to me.”

   “That’s ok sweetie. I don’t mind and thank you for lying and saying I’m beautiful. You really know how to make an old woman happy.”

   “But I’m not lying, you are beautiful. I’d love to have you as my girlfriend.”

   “Well thank you, but you should be chasing some sweet young thing instead of thinking about an old married woman like me.” Now to be honest I’m not old and I’m not too bad looking, I mean I’m no model but I still get plenty of whistles. I’m 34, 5’9” and 36B-28-38 and I have light brown hair.

    “But I think you’re much sexier than the girls I go to school with.” He smiled as he put his hand on my thigh.

    I didn’t know what to do or think. I had been having sex with my son and his friend for a few months, but did I want to risk having this cute young thing fuck me silly? What if he bragged to his friends? I could be in major trouble. But damn he was just so cute and that bulge in his crotch looked so inviting. I looked at him and said. “You know I’m a married woman and I’m old enough to be your mother.”

   “I know but that just makes you sexier.” As he talked his hand moved farther up my thigh. My pussy was responding I could feel it twitching and I knew my panties were getting wet.

   “What makes you think I’m interested in you?”

   “The way you looked at my crotch and the way you checked out the other kids there. You like young cock, don’t you?”

   I felt his hand rub my pussy through my jeans and I just melted. I had to have his young cock and I didn’t care what happened. I spread my legs making it easier for him then said. “Oh yes Eric, I love young cock and I really want yours.”

   I put my hand on his crotch and could feel his young cock throbbing through his jeans. He opened his jeans and pulled out a beautiful seven inch cock. He put it in my hand and I started stroking him as I drove. If you think talking on your cell phone is distractive while you drive, you should try stroking a fifteen year old seven inch cock. After almost running over several people I turned onto my street. “Put your head down, I don’t want my neighbors to see me coming home with a young stud in the car.”

   Luckily my husband and son were off on a father and son hunting trip. I pulled into the garage and closed the door. Then I pulled Eric up and kissed him hard, driving my tongue into his mouth. His hands went to my breasts and mine went back to his cock. I raised my arms so he could lift my t shirt over my head. Then he unhooked my bra and pulled it away from my body. I felt his lips trailing down my neck then he had my left nipple in his mouth and his tongue was licking it as he sucked. He was trying to unbutton my jeans but I pushed him back into his seat and pulled his shirt over his head. I licked down his neck then took his nipple in my mouth as I reached across him and laid his seat back. He lifted his ass so I could pull his jeans and boxers down. My mouth watered as I looked at his beautiful cock. It stood proud like a piece of white marble rising out of his dark pubic hair. Then I saw his balls, they looked huge and I knew they held what I wanted, hot young boy cum, and lots of it.

   I licked down his smooth hairless stomach then kissed the head of his cock. He groaned and I noticed a drop of precum and I licked it off savoring his fresh clean taste. I slid his cock into my mouth sliding about half way down then back up. My tongue was busy licking his shaft as I took more into my mouth with each stroke. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I relaxed as the head slipped into my throat. He was moaning as I took him deeper in my throat till my nose was buried in his soft pubic hair. His scent filled my nostrils as I licked his balls with his cock buried in my throat.

He had his hands on my head and was moaning as I swallowed his cock.

   “Holy shit, I’ve never felt anything like this. Don’t stop baby, suck my cock.” He said as he lifted his hips shoving his cock further down my throat. “Oh yea baby, suck my young cock make me cum in your mouth. You want to taste my hot young cum, don’t you?”

   I pulled my mouth off his cock with a pop and looked up at his handsome face. I knew my eyes were glazed with lust. “Oh yes sweetie, I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me taste your sweet young cum.”

   As I finished speaking I ran my tongue around under the head of his cock, causing him to gasp and shake. I took him back in my mouth and began bobbing faster and faster as my hand rubbed hiss large balls coaxing the cum from them. I felt his balls pull up against his body and his cock throbbed and jerked then my mouth was flooded with cum.

   “OH FUCK LISA, HERE IT CUMS!!! SHIT YES SWALLOW MY CUM!!!”

   I swallowed the first shot just in time for the second. As I swallowed his cock would jerk and another shot would fill my mouth, it was amazing and delicious. I swear he came more than anyone I have ever been with, it was like being in a porno with Peter North. As I swallowed the last of his teenaged cum I licked his cock clean then sat up in my seat catching my breath. He leaned over and kissed me hard driving his tongue deep into my mouth as his fingers closed around my breast. He started undoing my jeans but I grabbed his hand and said. “Come on sweetie lets take it into the house.”

   He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and followed me to my room. It was a beautiful sight him walking and his seven inch cock still standing proud wobbling from side to side with each step. He dropped to his knees in front of me and unfastened my jeans and pulled them down leaving me standing there in just my powder blue bikini panties. I know he could see the huge wet spot in the crotch as he kissed my thighs. Then his hands slid my panties down revealing my brown haired pussy. He kissed just above my slit then looked at me.

    “My god, you are so beautiful. I’ve dreamed of a woman like you being my first.”

    

   I couldn’t believe my ears. This handsome young stud was a virgin. What was wrong with the girls around here? How could they let a prime piece of meat like this just sit on the shelf?  I was snapped back to reality when I felt his tongue slide over my clit and I spread my legs to give him better access. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled my pussy to his waiting lips. I felt his tongue slip into my vagina and I could hear him sucking and swallowing my flowing juices.

   “Oh Eric that feels so good. Yes that’s it stick your tongue deep in my pussy.”

   As I spoke I could feel my knees weakening and I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my self. His tongue was doing magical things to me and I thought. ‘Thank god for the internet and porn for teaching this boy how to eat pussy.’ I could feel my orgasm approaching and I held him tight as I ground my pussy into his face.

   “OH YES! OH YES! EAT MY PUSSY! OH MY SWEET BABY MAKE ME CUM!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” I screamed as I came my fluid covering his sweet face. My legs gave out and he lowered me to the floor. I lay there panting and he was still licking my pussy, what a good boy. I had to reach down and pull him away from my sensitive clit before I went insane.

   I could feel his hard cock sliding up my leg as he kissed up my body. I spread my legs as wide as I could then I felt it rubbing my pussy as our tongues wrestled back and forth. I reached down and positioned him at my entrance then looked into his eyes and said. “Fuck me Eric.”

   We both moaned as he slid his cock all the way into me. I felt his balls on my ass and I held him in place. His cock felt wonderful just soaking in me. Then he slid out till just the head was inside me and I waited for him to drive it back in, but he didn’t. The little shit was teasing me. I lifted my ass trying to get him back inside but he just held still, keeping just the head in my wet and wanton pussy.

   “What’s the matter babe? Do you want my cock in your wet pussy?”

   “Yes I want to feel you in me. Please oh please FUCK ME.”

   With that he laughed and drove his cock back into me and started fucking me with hard long strokes. I was going out of my mind as his cock slid in and out of me. I locked my legs around his back and lifted my ass to meet his every stroke, trying to get him deeper in me. His lips were wrapped around first one nipple then the other and he was gently nibbling each one. My legs were shaking and I felt another huge orgasm building. My stomach felt like it was knotted and I could feel my asshole twitching as I screamed and had my second orgasm in just a few minutes.

   “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING AGAIN! FUCK ME! I LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME! SHIT YES!”

   I must have blacked out because when I came to he was staring at me with a worried look on his face. His cock was still buried in me and I could feel it twitching. I smiled at him and I saw him breathe a huge sigh of relief.

   “I thought I had killed you.” He said.

   “I’m sorry sweetie; I didn’t mean to scare you. It was just so good. You made me cum so hard I passed out. Get on the bed and let me catch my breath then I want some more.”

   He crawled onto the bed and I lay beside him slowly stroking him. After a few minutes I climbed on top of him and lined him up with my pussy. Then I lowered myself moaning as he filled my emptiness. I leaned over and kissed him as I moved my hips working my pussy on his cock. I could feel him lifting up and trying to move me faster and I knew he was about to cum.

   “Oh baby are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna fill my pussy with your cum? Do it baby, let me feel you cum.”

   “HERE IT CUMS! FUCK I’M CUMMING!”

   I felt his cock jerk then his hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy. It was great; he kept cumming just like before. We lay there kissing and holding each other as or orgasms subsided. Then suddenly the phone rang. I let the machine get it then grabbed the receiver when I heard who it was.

   “Hi Teri, hold on don’t hang up.” I reached over and turned the machine off. “So what’s up?” If you’ve read my stories about my son Ricky you know Teri is a very close friend and we have no secrets.

   “Not much I just thought I’d see what you are doing.”

   “You wouldn’t believe what I’m doing right now. I’m sitting on a fifteen year old with his seven inch cock in my pussy and he just filled it with cum.” I could see the shock on Eric’s face as I told Teri what was happening. I felt his dick starting to shrink and I started moving my hips sliding it in and out and soon it was rock hard again.

   “You’re kidding, right?”

   “No I’ve got a hard young cock buried in me as we speak. Why don’t you come on over?”

   “I’ll be right there.”

   “Just let yourself in.” I hung up the phone and looked at Eric. “Do you think you can handle another one?”

   He grabbed my ass, smiled and said. “The more the merrier babe.”

 

   I lifted my pussy off his cock, moved up his chest and straddled his face. As I pressed my pussy to his mouth I said. “Eat me Eric. Suck your cum from my pussy.”

   He moaned and I felt his tongue slip into me then he started sucking his cum from me. He licked and sucked till he had swallowed all his cum. My pussy was throbbing and a bit tender so I rolled off his face. I lay beside him and I swear his cock was harder than before. He was definitely ready for more action but I wanted to wait for Teri. I had some very special things planned for Eric and I wanted Teri to enjoy them too.

   To be continued? It’s up to you. Let me know what you think at lisa_7486@yahoo.com.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."

My husband likes to share me with other men.  His preference is to be present, but he enjoys the stories I bring home.  It keeps our sex life interesting.  I’ve always had a strong need for sex and something more.  The more makes my husband nervous.  He knows it’s something I’ve fought for too many years, but can’t stop wanting to walk along the edge of the dark worlds and explore.  Pain and submission both strong needs that he can’t satisfy. 

That’s how I came to be in a strange town, meeting someone without my husband present for hopefully lots of sex slightly on the edge.

I was nervous.  Not sure what to expect or what Master would ask of me.  I settled myself to be willing and wanting no matter what he asked of me.  I trusted him to know my desires… still the nervousness made me wet and it was hard not to slip my fingers into the wetness I knew I’d find between my legs.  It wouldn’t take much to make myself cum to release some of the tension.  But, no, the tension was part of walking on the edge.   I wanted every sensation to last as long as it would. 

Finally the phone rang… it was him of course checking to see if his whore was ready for him.  His instructions were simple.  To set the hotel door so it wouldn’t close all the way so he could come in. Then lie naked on the bed.  He wanted me to tie a scarf around my eyes as a blindfold and put in ear plugs.  I was to lay with my legs spread wide and my arms stretched out as if they were tied to the bed and wait for him.  As I laid there I couldn’t stop from pulling my legs together and feeling the way my clit was sensitive and how wet I was becoming.  Once I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together… twisting and pulling on the nipples enjoying how sensitive they were becoming.

The waiting could have been just a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  Even with the ear plugs I could hear slight noises and constantly I wondered if it was him. What I would do if someone else came in the room and found me in that position.  Finally I could feel someone was in the room.  He was being very quiet soon I felt a cold edge of something sharp against my skin.  I felt my body respond trying to feel the light touch stronger… even when the point touched against my clit I found my body wanting to raise up and meet the touch.  YES!!!!!   Suddenly the knife was gone and the strong hands I remembered were exploring me.  Probing how wet I was and the finger came up to my face touching my lips where I eagerly opened my mouth to suck on his fingers... wishing it was his dick inside my mouth and sampling how I tasted.  One of the first lessons I’d learned is you have to earn you Masters’ cock.  I could hear he was talking to me and moved an arm to pull one earplug out slightly so I could understand.

He was asking if I was his whore... Oh my yes...   all of me his for what ever he desired.   I could hear myself say, Yes Master, I’m your whore… not willing to add what I was thinking...  Please fuck me.  He would when it was his time, not mine.   I could feel the weight on the bed change again as his hands spread my legs farther apart.  His mouth descended on my cunt… greedily sucking and biting until I was crazy and could hardly hold still…  how could he make  me cum biting my most sensitive clitty like this…  sucking it up and nibbling on it.  I didn’t dare pull away even though there was pain. Instead I let myself relax into the sensation and then was trying not to cum…   not until he told me I could…   as if he knew.. he told me to wait... not now… and he nibbled and sucked more ….  Just when I didn’t think I could obey he told me NOW...  and I came so hard my body lifted towards him... putting more pressure and making me cum even more…  he sucked me gently as my body came down from that marvelous moment. 

The bed moved as his body moved away..  I could hear him again rifling his bad, but couldn’t see and didn’t know what he was getting until a dildo pressed against my lips… I knew I was already wet, sopping wet from coming and the dildo slid in easily.  There was something near the base that touched my clitty….  Then he turned on the vibrations.. it was too much and I came immediately..  body pulling away from the bed, back arching with the force of meeting all the dildo I could be sure was inside my body.. I wanted it all…  quickly it went from wonderful to too much.  It was almost as if he was punishing me for cumming without permission … I tried to struggle away but his hands held it firmly against my clitty until I lost count of how many times I came… finally he started fucking me slowly with the dildo, each time the base hit against my clit I alternated from reaching towards it, then trying to get away.   There were a variety of dildos and I came again and again.. I was so weak, but wildly wanting more.   Wanting him.

He settled up amongst the pillows and I laid between his legs… enjoying the sensation of sucking him in as far as I could… almost to the base…  each time trying to keep the sensation for him to feel as if he was fucking my cunt.  When he tangled his fingers in my hair and set the rhythm he wanted I was in heaven.  Nothing to think about but the wonderful feel of him slipping in and out of my mouth..  lips, tongue trying to create a wonderful sensation  for him..   every now and then he would force me down to the base… I could barely breathe and he held my head there and I loved it.  Loved him for it.  Knew he’d never hold me down longer than I could bear…  trusting him completely.  Straddled him when he was ready for me and tried to suck him with my pussy…  using the muscles to pull and suck him the way my lips had before.  My eyes closed listening to his wonderful voice talking about his whore…  demanding more from me, to try harder…   and I tried as hard as I could…  wanting him to appreciate his whore, love his whore… but most of all to use his whore as he desired.   

Hours went by… with quiet discussions and more sex.  Was sad to see him leave, but understood that this was my place in his life.  Willing to accept the time he had for me. When he made me feel so wonderful .

There’s always tomorrow for another day of pleasure for us both.  Later I found the slight trace the knife edge had left on my body... already healing and sure to be gone by the next day.  Still I loved that my Master had marked me in a small way.  Made me feel just the little more his.

'Yes Mistress I understand.' After hearing these words Becca walked up to him and clipped a leash onto his collar. She tugged on the lead and John followed her to the kitchen were a dog bowl was sitting on the floor filled with cereal. 'Eat Slave.' John got on his knees however he was on unfamiliar waters here and looked at his mistress with pleading eyes 'your not serious.'

John was still wearing his pyjamas but he heard the whip coming as he heard it whistle through the air and strike his ass. It still stung through his pyjamas. He heard his mistress mention something along the lines of there will be more unless you eat! So John bowed his head in submission and ate from the bowl.

After John had finished his breakfast Becca lead him through to the living room and ordered him to take her clothes off. 'That's better' thought John. He did as he was told and removed every item or clothing Becca was wearing and placed them on the floor. Becca then sat down on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. There were an assortment of sex toys arranged along the floor. Becca turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she found one that was coming towards a break for adverts. 'Now Slave the aim of this game is to make me cum using the toys on the floor and your hands and lips before these adverts finish.'

'Right' John thought 'three minutes to make Her cum I can do this I hope.' He grabbed the closest toy to him which happened to be a 8 inch vibrator, he turned it onto max and stuffed it into Becca's pussy. He then grabbed a butt plug about 3 inches at its widest point and 7 inches in length. He quickly licked out his Mistress' asshole and tongue fucked her for about ten seconds all the while using his hands to fuck her pussy. After he thought her asshole was lubed enough he stuffed the butt plug with one big thrust up into her rectum. He heard his mistress gasp but he had no time to look up. Once the butt plug was in, he started to thrust the vibrator in and out of her soaking wet pussy while sucking on her clit. 'Oooooh' he heard his mistress moan which was a good sign. He then proceeded to lick as far in and around her labia and he could then went back to fast and strong flicks with his tongue on her clit. 'Oooooooh yes' John was pleasing his mistress which pleased him. John was pretty sure he only had about a minute and a half left so he went at it with all he had. He took the butt plug and the vibrator out and put the vibrator inside his mistress' anus. He then proceeded to fuck her ass with it while finger fucking her pussy and licking every crevice he could.

John knew she was close, she had to be her juices were flowing all over his hand and she was moaning freely now. She started to push John's head into her pussy she was about to cum. Just then the program came back on and John gave her one final thrust with his fingers and she hit an orgasm. 'Oooooooh mmmmm, you did good Slave but not good enough, look the program has started and I haven't finished cumming.' Becca stood up still shaky from her orgasm. She looked down at the floor and John saw where what she was looking at. A pile of bondage gear, whips, chains, nipple clamps, gags, buzz batons and some ropes. 'Pick up the gear and come with me Slave.' John picked the stuff up and looked his mistress in the eyes and said 'please Mistress I did good you said' 'Quiet Slave this is for your own good to teach you to do better, come on Slave.' Becca said tugging on the leash.

She led John down to the basement where he had endured so many punishments as a result of his deliberate mischievousness or irritating questions aimed at his mistress. The reasons why the basement was the main area of punishment were because it was sound proofed so that any noises made by the tortured couldn't be heard by nosy neighbours. Secondly because it was made for bondage it was naturally dark and kinky with pipes everywhere so that people could be chained in nearly any position the mistress wanted.

Becca made John bend over and tied his hands above his head on one of the pipes. John was now in prime spanking position. 'Now I think 60 strikes with this whip on your ass while wearing some nipple clamps will make you do a better job does that sound fair?' Asked Becca. John who was now getting turned on deceided to test the boundaries and answered 'Why am I being punished Mistress?' 'Hmm it seems that you haven't learnt to keep your mouth closed Slave? Well I think I shall improvise when the time comes.' With an evil smile Becca attached some nipple clamps to John nipple and tug on them to make sure he felt it. John felt it alright as she heard him draw a sharp intake of breath.

She deceided that the ridding crop would work best today as it left a painful reminder to her slave to be obedient. She started striking his right cheek 'Aahhh' after the 30th strike on his right cheek she admired her handiwork and ran her fingers down John's bright red ass cheek. She switched to do another 30 on his left cheek and John was moaning freely now. Only another 5 left so Becca put some extra effort these one. One the final strike John moaned in ecstasy 'mmmmm please Mistress I have been a bad slave I think I need more punishment.' 'Don't worry Slave there's more in store for you today.' She said untying John from the pipes.

This is where the ropes came in handy. Becca ordered her slave to lay down in the middle of the room and open his arms and legs as wide as he could. She had four pieces of rope and tied each one of John's limbs to the corresponding corner of the room. She checked the ropes to make sure they were taught so John couldn't move. She bent down low and grabbed his balls tight 'Right Slave are you listening? Well the aim of this game is to show your resistance, I'm going to use you however I want and you can't cum. If you do there will be trouble Slave and you don't want that.' She said with an evil smile that told John she was going to do it anyway but that's what he loved about his mistress.

Becca took John's semi-hard cock into her hand and ran hand her slowly up and down his shaft she was doing this for about 5 minutes before John got hard as a rock in anticipation for what was to come. She continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft when she saw his balls tightening and John start to moan which meant he was close. She grabbed his balls and squeezed slightly, enough to break him from his trance but not enough to seriously hurt him. 'That's once, if you can last ten times without cumming then I'll give you a special treat but if you fail I won't be happy.' Instead of running her hand slowly un and down his shaft she lubed up his cock and ran her hand up and down his shaft quickly but not too fast. 'Uuuh uuuh I'm gonna cum if you don't stop please mistress' This only served to irritate Becca so she increased her pace and tugged on the nipple clamps which were still attached to John. 'Focus Slave because if you fail me then it won't just be punishment but humiliation too.' 'Mistress please I can't hold it when you do this to me uuuh aaah.' John held on by a thread, the tiniest drip of cum came out but Becca cut her Slave some slack because of what she was about to put him through. 'That's twice, good boy keep it up Slave.'

Next Becca latched her mouth around John's cock and twirled her tongue around his head. She didn't move her mouth from this position and slowly began to tickle John's balls. After about 5 minutes of this John felt the familiar feeling coming and this was a big one. 'Uuuuuuh Mistress I can't hold it please just give me a second Oooooh.' 'Hold it in pet or I'll tie you on the rack and let the fuck machine do its job for about a day.' John was quiet after this severely concentrating on not cumming. John held it just 'Mistress this feels great but please let me cum I promise I'll do whatever you want after.'

Becca twisted on one of the nipple clamps and John gasped and was silent. 'Ok Slave you only have to hold it in 6 times not 10 sound reasonable?' She asked. 'Ummm well I was think-' 'Well Slave I Don't care what you think' Becca interrupted. As soon as said this she got up and put a ball gag in John's mouth. 'Now I can't listen to you complain you little Slut and whatever you do, don't cum until I say you can, got it?' Becca laughed as John tried to answer. 'Good little Slut I knew you would agree with me.' After she had said this she took John's cock into her mouth and at a steady pace began bobbing her head up and down. John was becoming more and more sensitive every time he held it in and nearly came in 2 minutes. 'That's four nearly there Slave.' A muffled 'yes Mistress' came from John.

Becca one again took John in her mouth and began furiously bobbing her head up and down and every time Becca's head came up John moaned loudly. 'Oh God' John shouted as he started shallowly thrusting his hips as far as his restraints would allow. 'Mmmmmm Mistress I held it.' He said proudly. 'Good Slave that's five, one more and then I'll let your big juicy cock cum but until then hold it in.' She said as she came up for air and passionately kissed him. 'Right Slave one of my favourites this time, when I'm position you will thrust as much as you can' Becca said and she kissed her way down to John's still rock hard cock. She took John's cock in her mouth and pushed her head all the way down to the base of his cock. She started to gag as John shallowly started thrusting. Becca pulled up before she started retching. After a few deep breaths she went back down and deep throated his cock and once again he started thrusting. Becca heard various muffled sounds from John as he resisted the urge to shoot cum down her throat. Becca pulled up.

'Great job Slave, you did very well, now as promised I'll let you cum.' As Becca said this she removed the gag from John mouth and kissed him very passionately. Afterwards she stood over his cock and lowered herself onto the head only. Then slowly she slid all the way down. 'Aaaaaah Mistress this was worth it.' John sighed as he became rock hard in anticipation of what was to come. Becca once she had all of John's nine inch dick inside her, leaned forward put her hands on both of John's shoulders and gripped tightly. She then began to pound up and down on John cock. John felt like his cock was a bullet train and his Mistress was the tunnel and he was coming at it with full force. This time Becca was the one moaning 'Oooh Uuuuh yes Slave you're doing a great job, yes yes yeeeees.' John felt Becca's pussy tighten on his burning ramrod as she began to cum. John felt like his cock was gripped with a silk glove as Becca carried on riding him whilst moaning loudly. Finally John was allowed the pleasure of unleashing wave after wave of his hot cum deep inside his mistress' pussy. John was counting the waves he felt 'one, two, three uuuuh, four, five, oh my God, six and seven ooooooooh.' 'Oh my gosh Slave you did a very good job today good boy.'

As Becca said this she dismounted John cock and hovered her pussy of his face a mixture of his and her juices dripping down. John leaned his head forward to try and lick this heavenly spot clean. 'Still horny huh Slave?' Becca said menacingly. 'Yes Mistress very much so please let me fuck you again.' John pleaded. Becca stood up and started to walk away. 'Where are you going Mistress?' John asked. 'To make some phone calls Slave, I have a few friends who might like to play with you since you are my new pet. Oh and just so you know you won't be doing all the fucking Jeff's coming over too.' As she said this she turned on her heel and left John still tied up in the middle of the room.

End of part 1. Part 2 still in the works if I get some good reviews, this was my first bondage story so any constructive critism would be helpful. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed the story.

She looks up at him briefly and nods.

“That is not an acceptable answer, you will answer me when I ask you something, now then, do you know what you did wrong?”

“I was being rude and giving you attitude.” Her tone is a bit more insolent than she intended and inwardly she cringes a little knowing that it isn’t going to help matters.

“I beg your pardon? Is that how you address me when you are being punished? You’re only making it worse for yourself”

“I’m sorry. I was being rude and having an attitude with you sir.”

“That’s better. You also were being defiant which as you know I do not allow.”

Yes, she does know this, but she had been so frustrated lately and she hadn’t meant to lash out at him.

“I have thought about this very carefully, because your behavior deteriorated over several days, then your punishment is going to be several days as well.  You will be punished today and for the next 2 days.”

She looked at him wide eyed. Three days of punishment? He couldn’t be serious.

“That’s not fair!” She wished she could take it back the second it flew out of her mouth.

“Fair is what I say it is, apparently I have been more lax than I thought, your attitude is terrible. Don’t worry after 3 days of me blistering your ass I am sure you’ll be back to your sweet little self, if not I can add days, I have no problem going for 4 or 5… hell, If you keep running that mouth of yours and you could earn a week of not being able to sit. Your choice.”

She says nothing this time, just looks down, her face burning. Three days? She didn’t know how she could take that. She resigned herself, realizing that any argument would only make him hit harder and the last thing she wanted was more days to look forward to.

“We’re going to start now, take off your bottoms and bend over the end of the bed. I am going to give you 20 cane strokes, you can expect the same for the next two mornings. Don’t get too comfy though, these aren’t your punishment, I just want you to start the day with a sore bottom. If you move, argue or try to cover yourself, I will add 3 strokes for each infraction, and you can be assured at least one of those 3 will be on the thighs.”

She winces as he says that, the backs of the thighs are her least favorite, he knows that and loves to place a few choice welts across them every chance he gets. She undresses and places herself across the end of the bed, almost instantly she feels the white hot pain of the first stroke as he brings the cane down across the middle of both cheeks. She lets out a loud whimper and kicks her feet a little trying to lessen the sting.

The second lands just below the first and she cries out a little, struggling to keep her footing.

“You better watch how much you move princess; you’re very close to earning 3 extra right now.”

The next 5 are rapid fire, she can’t believe how fast they come, she can’t catch her breath and begins to quietly sob into the bed. He brings the cane down over and over, he likes seeing the raised red lines across her ass, the tops of her thighs look especially painful and he smiles to himself, admiring the stripes he has left there. He is almost done, only 3 more to go and he decides he wants her to really enjoy those, he lines up the cane and brings it down even harder than the last ones across her sit spot, that tender area where her ass meets her legs, she jumps and tried to move out of the way frantically.

“tsk tsk… what did I say? That means now you have 5 left instead of 2, you were so close to being done too… back over the bed, NOW.”

She climbs back, scared. Her bottom is on fire and she knows he will make these worse that the others.

Whoosh, CRACK. She could hear it coming and the pain is almost unbearable. Again, the sound before she feels it connect, she can feel the welts rising almost instantly. The third is even worse, squarely across her thighs and it takes all she can muster to stay still. He places the last two across her upturned bottom before putting down the cane. He watches her sob for a few moments, still bent over and smiles realizing she is waiting to be told to get up. He debates and decides to put a plug in her before letting her up. He tells her to get dressed and go make their breakfast.

She starts breakfast, her face still red from crying and her bottom feeling so sore and full. Sitting while they eat is even more difficult and he enjoys watching her squirm. The more she twitches around in her seat, the harder he can feel himself getting, and he eats a little fast so he can take her back upstairs. He watches her clean up the kitchen and do the dishes before ordering her back upstairs.

Once he gets her back into the bedroom he strips her back down, playing with the plug, seeing her wince and squirm more as the toy is forced into her harder, pinching her nipples hard until she whimpers and sits up straight to try and lessen the pain. He pushes her onto her knees in front of him.

“Since that mouth is what got you in trouble, I think it is only appropriate that it be part of your punishment. I expect you to swallow, you will add one day to your punishment if you don’t.” With that he pushes the tip of his cock past her lips, fucking her mouth. He pulls her head back and makes her lick his balls before shoving his cock back into her mouth again. She obediently sucks on him, trying to please him, until he finally comes. He takes the plug out of her and tells her to get dressed.

She spends the rest of the morning wondering what he has planned for that night, part of her dreading it and part of her feeling guilty for being the way she had been. He watches her throughout the day, enjoying how sweet she is when he has beat her soundly. By the time bedtime has rolled around she has almost forgotten. He smiles at her as she brushes past him in her towel.

“I hope your ready for the rest of today’s punishment”

She freezes, that creeping feeling that she always gets when he is assertive sets in, scaring her a little because she knows this will hurt, and at the same time making her pussy tingle.

“Yes sir.” She answers, feeling the submissive calm come over her.

“Now then, you know why you’re being punished.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Bend over the bed”

She does quietly, wondering how bad this will be if he intends to do it for 2 more days. She gets her answer quickly. He begins softly, but only for a short time, building quickly until he is whipping her hard, tears spring into her eyes as she begins to whimper, begging him to stop.

“You deserve every single lick of this for your behavior, you know that. You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

“Yes sir...” She is choking back sobs, “I’m sorry.. please”

“Please what? You just admitted you deserve this, why would you ask me to stop? In fact you should be grateful that you are being corrected. “

He doesn’t let up, the beating reaching a mild frenzy while she sobs, her bottom becoming redder and redder, welts raising up, no area left unhurt. Her thighs are practically glowing red from all the strokes he put on them. Finally he stops, his arm starting to get tired.

“Now then, I am not done with you yet, though I am done beating you for tonight. I want you to go stand in the corner and wait for me to come back, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good.” He walks out of the room and returns a few moments later. She feels his finger along her bottom, then something small being forced into her, it begins to burn almost instantly and she begins squirming.

“That ginger is to stay there for a full 10 minutes while you stand in the corner. I want you to think about your behavior while you are there.”

He places a clamp on each nipple and one on her clit as well before leaving her there to get himself ready for bed. The 10 minutes feel like 10 hours, she is still whimpering from her beating, and the ginger feels like it is getting worse by the second. At last it is over, he takes the ginger out and slowly removes each clamp before hugging her and taking her into bed with him.

“You were a very good girl today. I expect you to be ready in the morning for your caning again, tomorrow and Sunday will be exactly like today, caning in the morning, the plug, you will swallow and in the evening another beating and the ginger, any misbehavior during those days would be ill advised, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” She was worn out from the day, but even the fear of the next couldn’t overshadow the comfort of knowing he was in charge and she would be taken care of.

“Good girl.” He kisses her gently as he slides into her.

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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

        When she finally climbed out of bed she stripped down and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body.  It was almost an everyday ritual for her.  She would stand there and push and pull her boobs together and apart, pinch them, rub them and anything else that she might think of.  Next she would run her hands down over the rest of her body making sure to touch every inch of it.  She was pretty much in love with herself.

        Once she was finished, she would get dressed and then make herself some breakfast.  Most of the time it was two eggs, two pieces of bacon with a slice of toast and some milk or orange juice.  Today she decided to just have a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jelly along with some cranberry juice.

        Once she was finished with breakfast she would go outside so she could take her usual morning walk.  Everyone she knew didn’t understand why she took those walks in the morning because it didn’t help her one damned bit even though she said it was helping her loose weight.

        Michelle finally arrived back at her house about 30 minutes later and noticed that someone was moving in next to her.  She just had to know who it was so she headed straight over there.  Once she arrived at the new neighbors’ driveway she spotted Derek coming outside from carrying some boxes in.

        Michelle started getting wet just from the site of him.  She couldn’t believe that someone like this was moving in next to her.  That right there began to give her all kinds of ideas.

        Derek wasn’t expecting to find someone outside his house waiting for him but he was actually glad that he did.  When he saw Michelle standing there he was already thinking about how he was going to get her in his bed after he had his fun with her. 

        Derek was 29 yrs old, 6’ 2’, 195 lbs, brown curly hair, blue eyes and a body that was damned muscular; he could get any girl he wanted, even if he didn’t want them.  The one thing about Derek that nobody ever figured out was that he could read people very easily. 

        Michelle walked up to him and introduced herself.  “Hi.”  Michelle said with a huge smile on her face.  “I’m Michelle.  I live in the house next to you.”  She extended her hand out to Derek who immediately took a hold of it with his.

         “Hello, I’m Derek.  Well as you can see I’m just starting to move in over here.”  He kept looking over her whole body.  He could already see that she was one of those girls who thought she was better than every other girl around.  That right there he didn’t like.  He knew right away that he was going to have to change that in her.

        “Well I hope you like it here.  It’s a really nice neighborhood to live in.  You just have to watch out for some of the people around here.”  Michelle said to Derek while looking all around her as if someone might hear what she was saying.

        Derek thought to him self.  “Yeah I would say that one of them is standing right here in front of me.”  She might be able to fool other people but she sure as hell wasn’t going to fool him.

        “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.  Well I better get back to unloading the rest of the truck.  If you’re not busy tomorrow maybe you can come over and have dinner with me.

        Michelle wasn’t surprised that he was already inviting her over for dinner tomorrow night.  She was completely certain that it would happen.  She didn’t know that he had more in store for her than just dinner and maybe some sex.  Oh hell no.  There was definitely going to be more.  He just had to wait and see how long it would take to control her. 

        Once she was back at her house she got ready to go to work for the next 10 hrs.  The whole time she would be wondering what tomorrow night was going to be like.

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        The next day Derek had everything in its place in his new house.  He had thought about yesterday when Michelle came over.  Apparently she never noticed that for the last week Derek has been over there getting some changes made to some of the house.  One of the things he changed was one of the bedrooms which he painted completely black and red.  The carpet that was in there was replaced with a deep plush red carpet.  The window’s he covered with red curtains that where then covered with black lace panels.  In the center of the room he set up a 4 post bed.  This wasn’t your usual 4 post bed.  This one had connectors fastened to each post.  Each connector was about a foot apart from the next one.  There were 4 to each post.  When he made the bed he put red satin sheets with black satin pillow cases. 

       Over along the opposite wall from the bed was a tall cabinet.  On the top part were 2 doors that swung out away from each other.  Inside those doors were his tools for pleasure and pain. 

       On the right and left side of the cabinet hung razor straps, a split leather slapper, crops, canes and ticklers.

       On the very back wall of the cabinet hung an assortment of wrist and ankle restraints, collars and other assorted items.

       Sitting in the center of the upper part of the cabinet Derek had a small metal box that he kept an assortment of nipple clamps in ranging from a set of Japanese nipple clamps that would tighten the more you moved around or pulled on the chain, to spiked, weighted and vibrating ones that you could adjust the speed of them.

        In the one drawer he kept an assortment of erotic leather clothing for the one being punished.   Then in the other drawer were the masks, hoods and other assorted leather garments that he might decide to wear if he chose to. 

        Finally, the room was just the way he wanted it.

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        At 6 pm Michelle headed over to Derek’s house.  She wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect over there.  She could already smell the aroma of the food that he was cooking and which assured her that dinner was going to be really good.  She arrived at the door and rang the bell.

        When Derek opened the door he was amazed at how beautiful she was.  He almost forgot his plans for that night. 

        Michelle was wearing a light blue dress that wasn’t cut very low but with the size of her breast’s it seemed lower than it really was.  The dress was just long enough to come too just above her knees so it left her calves completely exposed.

Finally he snapped out of the trance she seemed to be putting him under and went back to how that night was going to be.  He immediately knew he was going to enjoy this evening.

        Derek welcomed her inside.  “Come in Michelle.  Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.  If you want, you can have a seat her in the living room.  I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of just going ahead and making dinner without asking you exactly what you like.”

        “Oh that’s just fine Derek.  From what I could smell from outside it smells delicious.  There really isn’t a lot of food that I don’t like so I’m sure I will love what you made.”

        “That’s good to hear.  By the way, you look really beautiful tonight.”  Derek said while looking at her breasts and imagining the things he could and would do to them.

        Michelle actually felt herself blush but she knew that with the make-up she was wearing there was no way Derek would be able to notice.  “Well thank you Derek.  You’re just too sweet.”  Michelle gave him the look that she would give men. It always seemed to make them forget what they were doing.  She could see it was having some affect on him.     

        Derek could feel himself getting pulled into her trance and almost had to slap himself.  “Damn. I’m the one who is supposed to be controlling her.  Not her controlling me.  Derek started looking Michelle completely over this time instead of just her breasts.  Just the thought of what he was going to do to her tonight was getting him aroused.    He had to excuse himself for a few minutes so his cock would go back down.  If it would have gotten any harder he would have been in the bathroom or his bedroom stroking furiously.

        When Derek came back into the living room he announced that dinner was ready and offered her his arm and then escorted her to the table where everything was already served on the plates and the wine had already been poured in lead crystal glasses.

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        Once dinner was over and everything washed and put away they went and sat in the living room on the couch.  Michelle noticed a slight change in the way Derek was acting.  She noticed that he was starting to get a little more forceful in what he was saying to her.  Like instead of asking her if she wanted more wine he would just tell her to drink some more.  After several glasses of it she was starting to feel light headed.

        Derek noticed how the wine was starting to affect her and started to move forward with his plan.  He reached over and pulled her towards him.  His mouth just inches away from hers.  He could see that he startled her by the look on her face but she never attempted to pull away from him.  It was very apparent that she wanted to fuck with him but before any of that would ever happen she was going to have to be a good slave and do what she was told.

        Derek stood up from the couch and commanded her to stay where she was.  He was only half way to the hall that led to his special room when he heard her get up off the couch.  Derek turned around towards her.  “I see you will need to be trained.  Your definitely not one for doing as your told.”

        “You don’t tell me what to do.”  Michelle told him. While having some trouble standing because of all the wine she drank.

        Derek turned away and headed down the hall to the room.  When he returned he had a black leather collar, with red hearts inlayed down the center and lined with red suede.  On the front of it was a 2” O-ring for attaching a leash and the on the back was a silver pad lock.  Derek removed the lock and threw the collar to Michelle and ordered her to put it on.

        Michelle stood there in shock.  She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to wear this thing.  She threw the collar over on the couch.  “Hell no, I’m not putting that damned thing on.  The only thing that I am going to do is go home.”  With that said Michelle started to head for the door.  Before she had even took three steps she felt a sharp sting across her ass.  She let out a scream from the pain and spun around.  Just two feet from her was Derek.  In his hand was a 24” flogger.  It was black and tan with 20 leather falls hanging from the handle.  She never saw it in his hand when he returned to the living room.  She figured he must have been hiding it behind his back.

        “Now are you going to be a good girl or do I have to flog your ass again?”  Derek said while holding the flogger in both hands and pulling the leather flogs tight.  “You seem to want to be a bad girl.  I guess if that’s how you want to be then I guess you will have to be punished.”  Derek started to head for her with his arm cocked back. 

       “Ok! Ok!”  Michelle almost screamed at him.  This was really starting to scare the shit out of her.  “She started heading for the couch.  When she got there she picked up the collar, in trembling hands and put it around her neck and fastened it.  “There are you happy now.” She said in an angry tone.

        “Silence slave.  You don’t speak unless I say so and you most certainly don’t speak to me in that tone of voice.  Now turn around.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  Once her back was facing Derek she felt him roughly push her hair out of the way and attach the lock.

        “Now turn back around.” 

        Michelle started to say something but decided that maybe she should just be quiet. 

        “Lift your head up.”  When Michelle lifted her head up Derek attached an 18” leash to the collar and started to lead her towards the room.

        Michelle started to pull away when Derek headed down the hall, pulling her right behind him.  Without any warning she saw Derek turn around and then felt the leather straps across her thigh.  She could feel the whelps already starting to rise up on her skin.  Finally she quit pulling and followed Derek to wherever he was taking her.

        When Derek got to the door he pushed it open.  “Get in there and don’t waste any time.”

        Michelle almost ran in the room just to make sure she wouldn’t get hit with that thing again.  Once she was in there she froze in fear of what she was looking at.  It was hard for her to believe that this man was into this kind of stuff.

        Once in the room Derek locked the door so she would have no escape.  He then headed over to the cabinet, pulling Michelle roughly behind him. Once over there he opened up one of the drawers to find something that he thought would look good on her.  He pulled out a Black Swirl Corsette Harness, Fishnet Stockings, a black pair of 4” high heeled shoes that he was almost certain would fit her and a pair of Crotchless Leather Thong underwear.  He threw them to her and told her to change into them.

        You can change right over there in that bathroom but you can’t close the door.  I will be standing right outside.  I suggest you hurry.  You only have about 5 minutes.  For every minute longer you will be punished.  Now go and do as I say.”

        Michelle started to head for the bathroom when she was suddenly pulled back hard which actually hurt her neck a little.

        “Slave, what do you say after I tell you to do something?”

        “Yes sir.”  Michelle said to Derek.

        “No.  You say yes Master.  That is what you say.  Now come over here.”

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle walked over to him.  She felt his hand under her chin and push her head up a little so he could undo the leash.

        “Now you can go change.  That should make it a little easier for you, now get moving.”

        “Yes Master.  I will go and change for you.”

        “Good girl.  You’re starting to learn.”

        Once Michelle was in the bathroom Derek started to pull his clothes off and put on a leather jock strap with a red stripe down along the crotch that could be easily removed to reveal a slit for easy access to his cock and a Guillotine Hood to add the perfect affect of adding a little mystery and fear to all of this.  He knew that when she came out of there and saw him dressed like this it would add just enough terror in her eyes to make him happy.

        When Michelle walked out of the bathroom she had her arms covering her breasts.  She was feeling really ashamed of the way she was dresses and was worried about what Derek had planned for her.  Once she noticed him standing there wearing the black leather thong and the hood, she almost ran back in the bathroom but she didn’t want him getting upset with her and beating her with that thing anymore.  She wasn’t sure how long she was in the bathroom changing but she was certain it was longer than he wanted.

        “I see you’re finally finished.  Now get over here in front of me.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  As soon as she had walked over to Derek, he commanded her to hold out both arms in front of her.  When she did that he attached wrist restraints to both wrists and then ankle restraints to her ankles.  She noticed that all the restraints had the same design of red heart inlays on the collar.

        “Now get over there and stand at the foot of the bed.”  Derek commanded. 

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle was shaking all over.

        Derek came over to the bed and lifted her arms up and connected the restraints to the top of the two posts and then her ankles at the bottom.

        “Why are you doing this to me?”  Michelle asked and then she remembered what she didn’t say.  She knew what was coming next.

        Derek already had the flogger in his hand.

        “CRACK!!!!” 

        That one was right across her bare ass.  Derek reached out with one hand and ran his fingers across the whelps that the strips of leather made on her skin.

        “I see that you have already forgotten you manners wench.  What a shame.  Derek went back over to the cabinet and pulled out a little box.  He carried it over to the bed and set it down.  Slowly he opened it to reveille several sets of nipple clips.

        When Michelle saw what was in there she remembered one of her friends telling her that her boyfriend put some of them on her and that the damned things hurt.  “Master I’m sorry.  Please Master I won’t do it again.  I will be a good wench for you and do as I am told.”  She was begging.  That was something she has never done in her life.

        “It’s a little late for that now slave.”  Derek pulled out a set and clamped them to both of her nipples. 

        They didn’t hurt at first but them she realized that there were adjusters on them so he could make them tighter or loosen them up.  Apparently they were loose because when he started turning the little knob on them she could feel the pain start to go through her.

        Michelle almost screamed but stopped herself.  She stood there hoping that the pain would go away.  Then she noticed that he reached back in the box and pulled out one more nipple clip.  She started to wonder what the hell he was going to do with that one.  She watched as he tightened it a little and then clipped it to his tongue to check how tight it was going to be.

        “That will work nicely.  He said to her.  Next he started to reach between her spread legs and started to rub her clit.  He discovered that she was already wet and her clit was sticking out nicely.  “I see you must like this.  What a naughty girl you are.”  He said to her.  Then he reached towards her clit and attached the clamp.  She could already feel it vibrating.

        Michelle fought from trying to pull away so she stood as still as she could.  Yes she was wet.  She didn’t understand why.  This is something she thought was totally weird and never looked as if it was something she would be interested in trying.  All of a sudden she felt the clip that he just attached to her clit start to vibrate.  Michelle let out a moan that felt like it came from the bottom of her toes.

        “Oh I see you like that too.  What am I going to do with you? I know exactly what you need.”  Derek walked back over to the cabinet and pulled out a paddle made of solid wood.  “Looks like you cute little ass just isn’t red enough.”

        Michelle looked over her shoulder to see what he was planning to do.  She didn’t like what she saw.  She watched as Derek walked back over to her and started to rub the paddle across her already sore, bare ass.  The wood was cold against her skin, which made her shiver.  Then she felt the first strike of the wood against her ass with two more just seconds apart.

     SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!      

        Derek gave her three good swats with the paddle.  He was completely enjoying how her ass would jiggle every time the paddle would come in contact with her skin.  With every swat of the paddle his cock wound get a little harder.  He could hear her try and muffle her cry’s from each of the swats, but he was also hearing little moans escape from her lips after every cry.

        Derek moved directly behind her.  He took the paddle and leaned it over to the side of the bed and then placed both of his hands on her red and extremely soar ass.  He could feel every raised welt from the flogging that he had given her.  With every movement of his hands he would hear Michelle start to whimper.  He knew right away that he was a little rougher than he should have been but that was okay though.  After a day or so the pain wouldn’t be so bad.  The one problem that she was going to have, was trying to sit down for the next day or so.  That actually put a smile on his face.  It would be a good reminder of the way she didn’t listen.  He really didn’t mean to make it hurt as much as it did but sometimes he would just get completely lost in all the fun he was having.

        Michelle was really confused.  She was in pain but she was actually starting to enjoy it.  To her that didn’t make any sense.  She had read about this kind of thing but never thought it would happen to her.  She could feel something start to run down the inside of her legs.  First she thought that maybe he had beat her so bad that she was bleeding but when she looked down she realized what it was.  She actually had an orgasm and didn’t realize it had happened.

        Derek looked down and noticed what had happened.  He’s never done this with a woman that would have an orgasm that soon on the first time.  He figured she was really starting to get into it.

        “Ah I see my little slave is starting to really enjoy this.  Does my little slave want her Master to do anything for her? If you asked nicely I just might do it.”

        Michelle really needed to have his cock in her.  She knew she had cum already but she was still so wet that the only way to take care of that was for him to fuck her hard.

        “Master, my pussy is so wet.  Would you please fuck my pussy?  It really needs it.  I promise to be a good girl and do as I am told.”

        “How bad do you want me to fuck your pussy my horny little slave?”

        “Please Master I need to feel you inside me.  Fuck me like the little slave bitch I am.  I know your hard cock would feel so good inside me.”  Michelle would have been on her knees begging if she wasn’t chained to the bed posts like she is.

        “No.  I will not fuck you.  I don’t think you have been good enough to deserve the feeling of my cock inside your pussy.  This is what you will do to receive what you’re begging for.  You will go to work with this in your pussy.”

        “What is that Master?” Michelle asked, hoping she hadn’t spoken when she wasn’t supposed too.

        “This is a vibrating egg.  It’s one of the newest ones on the market.  I hook it to my laptop and program it to start vibrating for how long, how intense and for when I want it too.  The best part is that you will never know when it will start until its too late.”

        Michelle wasn’t sure about this idea.  She didn’t need that thing shoved up inside her and then it starts vibrating in the middle of the office or in a meeting. 

        “Hell I can just take it out and then put it back in before I get home.  Derek, or should I say my Master will never know.”  She thought to herself.

        “Tonight you will go home and then come back here in the morning at 6:30.  I will have everything programmed for tomorrow.  Do you understand?”

        “Yes Master.  I’m your slave to have and do with as you please.”  Michelle was starting to enjoy this even more but she wasn’t exactly pleased about doing what someone told her to do.

        “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, then maybe I won’t have to punish you again.”

        Derek finally started unlocking the restraints on her wrists and ankles.  He watched as she rubbed her wrists were the restraints had been.  He could see the outline from them on her skin.  “Now go change into your clothes you wore over here.”

        Once free, Michelle walked back into the bathroom to get her clothes and put them back on.  She started to take off the crotchless leather thong when she heard Derek tell her to leave them on.

        “They are not to come off.  You will wear them home tonight and sleep in them.  When you come back tomorrow I will have a different pair for you to wear to work.  If your wondering if they will be crotchless like these, the answer is no.  I want to make sure that your new toy won’t be able to come out until you come back over here tomorrow.  The only thing you can remove is the three nipple clips and the coresette.  Tomorrow you will wear the fishnet stocking to work along with the shoes so just wear them home tonight and then wear them back in the morning.  The only think you can remove tonight are the shoes.  Do you completely understand?  If I think you removed anything else, anytime tonight, I will give you 5 lashes tomorrow.  Do I make my self clear slave?”

        “Yes master you are perfectly clear.  I promise that I will not remove anything anytime tonight except for the shoes.”

        “Now finish getting dressed so you can go back to your place.”

        Once Michelle had left his house Derek started getting the egg ready for tomorrow.  He sat there smiling because he already knew what it was going to be like for while she is at work.  He could hardly wait for when she came back over so he would be able to remove the egg.

        “Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”  Derek said to himself.

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One day they were breading back in a small patch of trees that hid me and them from view. The males that were waiting while one was tied to the bitch were so turned on and jumping around, I could see their dicks poking out and dripping.  On an impulse, as one of the males came near me and sniffed my now wet dick, I reached down and grabbed his dick sheath and pushed it back so his red dick cock was showing.  He seemed to like it, taking a lick at my dick and tasting the pre-cum, started really licking away. I pumped my dick and started stroking his cock.  He started humping my hand and his cock started growing bigger.  More and more of it came out of the sheath and a small knot popped out.  I shifted my hand from the sheath so it now was on the dog’s wet red and growing cock.  He kept humping, moving over and grabbing my hand with a front paw on each side of my hand. His paws pushed my hand tighter against his cock and his pumping became furious.  I felt the knot getting bigger and bigger in my hand while a clear fluid started squirting out the end of his cock. As his pace started slowing I could feel the dick pumping out his cum with the dick jerking with every squirt.  He finally stopped pumping but he still held my hand in place on his cock and his dick still jerked and spurted cum about once a second.  After about a minute he let go of my hand and dropped down on all four paws.  He just stood there as I released my grip, and his cock hung way down, the knot keeping it from retracting back into the sheath.  I don’t think he wanted it to retract though because he was still cumming, the tip of his dick jumping up a couple of inches with each time a jet of cum.  Man was that a turn-on.  He stood there just looking into space with almost a smile on his face as he kept cumming for about 10 minutes. When my hand released his cock, I took the opportunity with my right hand now free to really pump my dick.  It only took a few strokes until my spunk started shooting out.  One of the other males immediately came over and licked the cum from my dick until it was too sensitive for more stimulation. 

 

After that first experience I found that I could jack off any of the males at any time, whether the female was in heat or not.  They all liked it and would follow me and gather round me when I went to the place in the trees.  As I would take my dick out to beat off, they would jump up and try to lick it.  With them around me I could jack off two at a time, and usually there would be a third licking my dick or ass while waiting his turn.  Man was it hot watching the two that were cumming with their dicks hanging down, while I was jacking off another one with my left hand and pumping my own dick with my right.  That patch of ground was well fertilized with cum since I got to do this routine at least twice a week for a couple of years. 

 

Mean time, I also found that our small Chihuahua female liked to get off too.  We had a basement that could only be entered from outside the house, and was not really finished.  It had a concrete floor but hardly anything else.  The washing machine was the only thing of significance down there besides things I brought down for play. It was an ideal place for a young boy to keep his magazines hidden for jackoff sessions during the day or evening when things got boring.  Our little pet Chihuahua, Teeny, often followed me down there, but since she didn’t have a dick for me to stroke, didn’t think of her sexually.  That changed one evening while she was down there with me, as I had my Playboy spread out on a table while I sat on a bench jacking off.  When my first jet of cum spurted out on the concrete floor, I didn’t see that she was licking it up, but felt her tongue when she started cleaning the head of my dick.  After that, when she was down there, I would get on my knees and she would lick my dick as a jacked off. As I started cumming she would eagerly lap up the cum, further stimulating me to a harder orgasm.  One time while she was licking me as I was pounding away, I wondered if she got wet smelling my dick.  I carefully eased my hand under her belly and felt for her pussy.  I found that I didn’t need to be careful.  When she felt my finger touch her pussy, she hunched forward pushing my finger harder against her opening.  I switched to my small finger which I thought might fit up into her little hole.  Like the male dogs she moved over and grabbed my hand with her paws as started humping like the male dogs.  I was startled but was really surprised with my little finger went sliding up inside her.  She was panting as she humped and suddenly I could feel her pussy rhythmically contracting on my finger.  She slowed down her pumping motion, but like the males, she too kept hold of my hand as she stood there with my little finger in her.  Her pussy muscles were still squeezing and relaxing and she was panting from all the exertion.  It didn’t take me long to get a good cum started as I kneeled there with a finger up her snatch. She held on to my hand as she still licked my cum from my dick.  After that I could have dog sex more often, but I still liked jacking the male dogs best. 

 

It was a few years later before I had a new dog experience.  I had moved to a nearby town as I was going to college, in my first year.  My younger brother had gotten 3 Vizsla hunting dogs, two males and one female.  Vizslas are used as pointers for bird hunting, and as I found, a good size for giving a fucking.  Vizslas have a reddish/pink nose and about a 10 inch tail, but his were about 50 pounds, and about 2 feet high at the shoulder.  They are an extremely friendly dog, love to be handled.  .  They were caged in a run lot at the back of the house (they still lived at the same place I grew up).  I petted and played with them before, and wondered if they would like to be jacked off too but never had a chance to try.

 

My parents and brother were going on vacation and asked if I would come over each day to feed and water the dogs.  The beagles just needed their dry food bowls filled and the water trough filled each day.  I had to get in the run lot with the Vizslas to retrieve their food and water bowls so I thought this would be my opportunity to see if the dogs would like to be jacked off.  The first day I went over for the feeding, I took care of the beagles quickly and moved down to the run lot. I opened the gate and gathered up the water and feed bowls. All three of the dogs came over eagerly wanting attention as well as their daily feeding.  I went back to the house and filled the bowls and brought them back to the lot.  The lot was too visible from the road for me to take any chances with playing with them there. I had spotted a lead leash hanging over the fence when I went in to get the bowls.  I knew that the dogs would be too distracted eating if I put the food in the run lot before trying anything.  One of the males, Jim, had seemed friendlier than the other male so I got the leash and attached it to his collar.  I lead him up to the house down into the still unfinished basement.  I closed the door and took the leash off.  He eagerly came over to me, wanting me to pet him and trying to stand up and lick my face.  My pants quickly dropped to the floor and I discarded my underwear.  Jim started sniffing at my crotch and wagging his tale… so good, so far.  I squatted and stretched the foreskin back from my uncircumcised dick.  He quickly started licking and showing a lot of interest in my ass too.  I let him lick my dick and ass for a couple of minutes before trying anything with him, not knowing how he would react.  It would be hard to explain if the dog had bitten my dick while we were in the house basement!   Satisfied that he was friendly, I started rubbing his back and then moved down his sides.  Then my hand was on his belly near his front legs and he was just standing there enjoying the attention.  My rubs went further and further back until the edge of my hand touched the tip of his dick sheath.  He didn’t flinch so I ventured further, moving my hand gently over his dick covering.  He stood still, just wagging his tail.  I slowly gripped the sheath and started pulling it back.  At first the covering didn’t move much and his dick seemed to be too high and not aligned with the opening.  My hand again gripped the shaft and slowly moved back and forth in a jacking motion.  Slowly the red tip of his dick started moving out of the covering.  As I gained confidence that he wasn’t going to attack, I moved a little faster and his back started bowing up.  I pulled the sheath way aback and a long thin dick came out, about 6 inches worth.  It was just starting to get thick and there was no sign of a knot.  As I picked up speed with my jacking, his dick got thicker much quicker and I felt the knot forming at the base of the dick, but still inside the sheath.  I pulled back harder to get the knot out before it got too big to pop out of the small sheath opening.  I’d learned that from playing with the beagles.  With the growing knot now out, I moved my hand down to his now wet and growing red prick.  All of a sudden he started humping and panting hard.  I moved my knee over and put his chest on it so he could grasp my leg while humping.  My hand would never support the large dog if he wanted to grab it like the beagles.  His dick ballooned and the knot grew to the size of a tennis ball.  The cum squirts started and my leg was getting splashed with each spasm.  Since I was jacking Jim with my left hand (habit from playing with the beagles), my right hand was free to pound my own dick as the dog stared into space, still humping my hand and the knot and dick as hard as steel.  I was holding on tightly to his dick, feeling the huge pulses in the tube that runs along the bottom of his as each clear, watery load of spunk squirted out.  He finally stopped the humping and, like the beagles, he stood there, me holding the hard throbbing dick, and he was just staring into space with the continuing orgasm.  I let go of the dick so I could concentrate on getting my rocks off, and it jerked up about 4 or 5 inches with each load of cum that came out.  The cum was clear and came out in a really thin, but forceful, stream. My dick was so hard that I thought that I was made of steel.  This was so much better than with the small beagles!  I felt my balls tighten and my dick got so stiff it almost hurt.  Then that feeling of relief as the first jet of cum squirted out on to the dogs shoulder.  He turned to look at my dick and slowly started licking the cum as it squirted from my cock.  Jim’s dick was still bobbing and shooting but he lay down and started licking his dick.  Finally it started deflating and retracting into his body.  He slowly stood up as I connected the leash to his collar again.  I knew then that I had to try to get him to fuck me in the ass the next day. 

 

I was anxious the whole next day as I waited for the time to go to feed the dogs again.  I think that my shorts were wet the whole day as the pre-cum leaked every time I moved.  When I arrived there, I quickly took care of the beagles and didn’t waste time getting their bowls filled first.  I went to the lot and grabbed the leash and clipped it to a dancing and seeming excited Jim. I think that he knew that he was going to get his rocks off again, but he didn’t know that I had more of a surprise in store for him. 

 

(I’ll finish this part as soon as I can.) I really didn’t mean to stop here but just ran out of time. There are at least three other dogs that I’ll tell you about when I get a chance to write more.

 

JD

.. She lept for the reciever grabbed it and put it to her ear, "hello?" She didnt hear anything, her heart was pounding.. was she too late? "Hello?" She was out of breath by now. "Mrs. Henderson.. Mrs Henderson?" A voice on the other line was heard finally. "No, no this is the housesitter I'm staying the weekend While Mrs. Henderson is out of town on business." The man on the other end of the phone seemed a little concerned. "I wasnt notified of any such business" He snipped back. "The fire alarm is going off there, is everything alright?"
"Yes yes of course, I. I must have left a pan on the stove, I was.. uh.. I was just taking a shower."

Soon as she finished that statement, she heard a loud pop, and she could hear the cum dumping out of her, she was sure that it was loud enough that the Security Guard could have heard it through the telephone. "Alright ma'am sorry to bother you" and he hung up. She lowered the phone and clicked the button, turning towards Butch. "Oh boy.." And then she exhaled deeply before remembering the burner was still on. She hurried over to turn it off, glaring at the scorched steaks. Butch barked triumphantly.. or perhaps he was just wondering if it was ready to eat or not.

-Look for the next Edition Soon!-

I laid on my stomach on the soft hay and went under Petey. I looked at his furry balls and began to pet them. Petey\\\'s body shuddered, and I started to rub his shaft. He bucked his hips and began to lightly fuck my hand. I saw his prick and rubbing harder. Petey\\\'s breathing became harder and soon, he was fully fucking my hand, a 14 inch cock fully out of it\\\'s sheath. I drew in a sharp breath and started at the pink tool. How would it ever fit inside of me? Then, I covered the huge penis with my mouth and sucked it off. Petey was vividly fucking my mouth now. I deepthroated the cock and almost gagged. The cock head was brushing against my tonsils, and I could feel the doggy cum rising up. There was a burst of warmth and sticky semen flowed into my mouth. I swollowed every bit of it and my horniness kicked in. I slipped out from under him and kneeled in front of him, my ass in the air. Petey sprang foward and placed his forepaws on my hips and his furry cock sturggling to find my asshole. Finally, the head fit inside and he began fucking me hard. His huge shaft went deep inside me; it felt like it might come out of my mouth. I yelled and gripped the hay under me. my ass felt like it was being ripped in two.  Then, it felt good and I bucked along. Still, he was going strong and went faster. I felt his knot form and attempted to pull out but he was pinning me to the ground. His knot knocked at my asshole and struggled to get in. I yelled out again but the knot had gone in with a sharp stab of pain. Then my ass exploded and I saw stars in my eyes and got temporarily knocked out. When I came to, my ass felt warm with dog cum, and Petey was lying on top of me, waiting for his knot to retract. I pet him and he licked my cum covered hand. Suprised, I looked at my own cock and saw it bleeding cum madly.

Mica came over and smiled at the sight of a dog on top of me. "I see you let the knot in. Then again, I did forget to tell you the safe word. it was rabbit anyways." there was a small pop and pain shot through my body. Petey\\\'s knot fell out and he got up and walked back to his bed, licking his own cum off of his cock. My ass was destroyed; cum filled the entire rectum and my cheeks were sore from Petey\\\'s balls slapping against them. "Clark? We need someone to fuck this poor boy," Mica called into barn 3 and Clark came out 2 minutes later with nothing on. He had a shaven penis that was a nice 8 1/5 inches after taking almost double the size. "I\\\'m just going to do a quick afterfuck, ok Joe?" he said reassuringly and I nodded. His cock head slipped in and he softly fucked me, gently pumping my ass. It felt good as hell after Petey\\\'s beating. Kayla came into the barn with Mark, the other guy, who was naked and ready to fuck a goat.

"Howdy joe," she said, looking at me who was absorbing a pounding from her husband. "First cock in the ass? Dont worry; we\\\'ll get you trained enough to take on King." "King? who\\\'s King?" I asked her and grunted from the cock in my ass. "Why, hes the bull. 700 pounds and a 3 foot penis," she responded. "WHAT?! I dont think its possible to fit a cock that big in someone!" I exclaimed "It sure is. Now, lets take you on over to the horses. I think I nice pony can do you good..."

To be continued: LOOK OUT FOR CHAPTER 3!

The Party, like most men of my age ,girls,fags and booze was the order of the day, occaisionally if you were lucky you could buy the odd Purple Heart, which would help the evening to go well...I arrived at the party at 8pm, it was held in a large old Victorian house in the posh part of Derby ,...Knocked on the open door, and this beautifull bird (Girl) opened the door ,she nearly floored me , her Big Breasts were held in a very loose fitting blouse,bra less I,d say, , you know the type, were you could get your lips on the end of the nipples and never let go (heaven), Oh I do like my breasts, I could collect them ( The women )...anyway after letting me in, she introduced herself as Penny,and taking me by the hand dragged me into the main room shoved a beer in my other hand,and proceded to introduce me to some of the other guests..........

Im not one for idle chit-chat, and most of the blokes were only interested in Soccer & seeing how much alcohol they could drink, how boreing, I was not there for the talk I was there for the women, my pecker was begining to stir and rear its head, and I thought it was about time I started to swan around looking to get my legover, .Most of the women there were young,I call them Jail Bait, and Penny was well away, in the Kitchen, she had her left hand down some guys pants, stroking his ever increasing cock and he was getting quite red faced ,because he was trying to hold a sensible conversation, and having your cock stroked ,while trying to concentrate,is bloody hard going.....but nice.

I strolled through the lounge and spotted a couple of girls ,not talking to anyone,nows my chance,I have always yearned for a chance to have two in the same bed...wondered up to them ,Introduced myself ,hello Im Russ and you are Jenny & Rose, they were 17 years old and fresh..Jenny had a nice pair of Tits she stood about 5.4" maybe 8-9 stone heavy, lovely ass.She wore a Micro skirt, Peach coloured blouse and spoke with a posh accent, Rose was a big girl in all quarters although she was young in years ,her figure was 10 years older, and her breasts were just like the soft pillows that we all like....yummy..

Well you know whats like,you always make a prat of yourself,trying to impress, let them think your something ,your not, big mistake. I told them I was a proffesional Musican with a well know band of the time, I could,nt play pussy, and of course when they brought down a guitar ,and announced that I was going to give a riff,I nearly died.. Well I slinked out of the house,with my tail firmly between my legs......................

Fourtunately the girls had a forgiving heart, and had followed me out of the house,and laughed at me, then each gave me a peck on the side of the cheek, and said come with us,and took me off to the Conservatory, it turned out that Rose,s Step Uncle owned the place and so we were safe....We walked about 100 yards away from the house, and there, it was a Half Timbered oversized Shed.

Shed from the outside it might be, but the inside was like Doctor Who,s box, it had all a man could want ,Big Bed, warmth ,light music and two girls oozing sex appeal... they were getting a little silly having already drunk far too much booze, so they layed down on the bed, and encouraged me to join them.......I did,nt need asking twice..

I lay down in the middle of them and gently caressed there necks ,and they began to Ooo & Arrgh , Rose the larger one of the two had a somewhat ill fitting Andy Pandy outfit on ,with a zip that went all the way down the front , and Jenny lent across me ,grabbed hold of the zip and dragged all the way down to just below Rose,s crotch,,and Rose then proceeded to remove her Cumbersome Bra, and her breasts spilled out.Im in my element, and took her breasts in my hands and guided my lips to her erecting nipples,and sucked, oh they were lovely absolute bliss, I kissed them,pulled on them ,mashed my face into them,and generally had the time of my life.........whilst all this was going on ,I noticed that Jenny had very kindly taken my shoes off for me,but had replaced them with leg cuffs and had attached me to the bed, so when I came up for air, I found I was unable to move off the bed...........

I asked Jenny whats going on,yes I said a little Bondage was nice,but they did,nt even ask me, and as I needed to take a leak, I requested that they free me, they did, and went off to the toilet, reliefed myself,came back into the room ,to be greeted with a very naked Jenny and she was Pussy stroking, she had nice pubic hair,not to much but nice to the touch..she encouraged me to Strip, telling me that she would like play sexy games, I was seduced by the thought of shagging her and Rose, so I took off my clothes, and was a little shy about revealing my now very hard cock, but with a little encouragement from Jenny ,who said she would like to suck it, I took off my boxers, and she wrapped her hand around its base, and started to stroke me,she asked whether I would lie on my belly,as she and Rose gave a good back massage, who was I to turn one of those down.

Like the willing lamb to slaughter, so I did exactly what was asked of me, what a trusting person I was, as soon as I laid down they encouraged me to put my arms towards the bed head,and while Rose was rubbing those pillows all over my back, Jenny cuffed me to the bed head, and they both applied an A Frame cuff to my ankles , I was well and truly trussed.........I then heard Jenny calling to someone outside, were ready, I was trying to see what was going on , they had already told me earlier that the Shed was well away from the house,and that there Step Uncle had had it soundproofed sometime ago,as he was a keen loud music listener, so I was straining to hear what was being said.

I decided to see if I could move my legs, I could but only up and down,but No further, and then I had a bit of a shock, the pillow that I was resting my head on was removed,and I was dragged to the side of the bed, and a pair of fingers suddenly pinched my nose ,and as I opened my mouth to breath a rather large cock thrust its way into my mouth, and I found myself being face fucked, and here was me hoping and dreaming to face fuck the girls..

Someone was holding my head firmly and shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, I thought the only way I was going to stop this ,is bite the bugger,not so easy,But I did make him wince, he pulled out ,and took a new position behind me, stuck his now lubed finger up my arse, and then proceeded to replace it with his cock, and started to fuck me.......This was my first encounter with another mans cock, apart from when I was about 11 -12 years old, I used to walk in the woods near our old home as a child, and one day spied this old man having a wank, well as a child I was fascinated

here was a pink long stick being rubbed and a stream of white stuff flew out the end,(was it Aladins Lamp) who would,nt be fascinated, anyway he caught site of me, and stopped me walking away , he did,nt hurt ,but gave me a sixpence to let him feel my little cock, Well what could hurt,not being any the wiser,I let him take my trousers down and my underclothes and rub me, it got hard, and he rubbed me faster,he also took out his own cock,and gave it to me to fondle, well Im sure you can guess what happened, and out it poured once again,.This meeting continued for about a year or so, the money became very useful, I bought Chocolate,and the 1950s it was a luxury...and of course my Mother was wondering where all the white stuff was coming from everyday.

The man riding my bottom was getting quite rough,he started to smack my arse cheeks,and I could feel his cock getting larger,he was holding on to my shoulders with a firm grip, and beginning to shout , telling me how he was going to stuff his cock back into my mouth where I would have his pleasure of licking all his cum off,,,,,,,and then it happened he exploded with a mighty whoosh flexed his muscles and his cock filled my arse with his sperm, after about a couple of mins,he slowly drew his cock,and raised himself off me and the bed, As I was facing to the outside of the bed,I could see this cum dripping cock getting very close,Open your mouth he said,I was in no position to refuse, and shoved his cock in once again ., he did,nt shaft as hard as last time, it was more like a spring clean, I,ll wash, he will dry........

Oh my arse was sore, Someone uncuffed me ,and I was left to my own devices, I rested ,got up washed my anus, mouth etc, re-dressed and left,the party had finished ages ago, and I saw no-one, I assumed the girls legged it after they made their capture.........

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That little escapade happened a few months ago, and I was determined that I was going to exact my revenge, not to nasty,but nasty enough...........As I had said earlier , I drove coaches for a living,but what I failed to share with you that I did not have to work, My late parents had worked very hard in the Jewelery Business , and they had inherited a lot of money assetts etc from their respective parents, and amoungst the assetts was a Circular Fort, this was a Building created for soldiers to help repel Napoleon when he invaded England, the Fort was located about 8 miles into the Bristol Channel... It was given to me ,along with a large sum of money, which allowed me to not only restore it ,but open a road tunnel to it.

There were 25 Dungeons which I fully restored,and had erected hanging bars inside each cell, also there were full facilities for 30 people to live their permantly, I spent a lot of money bringing it up 5 star standard and when not working ,I lived their most of the time...

Now each year The Clothes Show happened,I decided that this year was going to be my time, I was going to Kidnap for want of a better word a number of young girls,which I would keep as my sex slaves, I was looking forward to the days when my cock would ache with to much pleasure...On the fortress I had installed CCTV Cameras everywhere including looking out to sea, the walls of the fort were 22 feet thick, and 28 feet high,I had built a small lookout tower on each corner, The building itselfs was the total size of four football pitches, so not an easy place to leave.......Whilst at school I had experimented in the science lab,and invented a knock out gas, which allowed me about two hours to knock my rabbits and perform life saving operations on them, I had kept the formula........

On November the 8th I wrote a plausable letter to both Rose & Jenny offering them a free day out at the Clothes show, and VIP treatment afterwards, I also wrote to a sixth form offering them the same facility, 28 replied out of 40 sent...so we were off, I would collect all of the Girls from Plumpton Station ,and they would board my coach , and off we would go, well that was the theory, 28 girls didnt turn up, The total party was made up of Four female Teachers all of which were in the mid to late 30s, and 24 upper sixth aged between 16 -19 years...., Rose and Jenny were one of the first on the coach both still looking as sexy as when I first met them.......No doubt your wondering why they did,nt reconise me, make is not only for girls ,especially in a time of need...

With everyone aboard safely , we headed off to the clothes show,well thats what they thought, but we were heading for the M39 towards the Bristol area and I suddenly was aware that people were moving around in the back, so it was Gas Mask on , and the formula was sprayed out of the ducts on the ceiling, and soon all was quiet, all fast asleep, I put the extractor fan on , which cleared the coach of any remaining gas,and we continued on our way.........About 30 mins later, we arrived at the tunnel entrance, it was located inside a farm building, I open the door via remote,and drove in, the door shut behind and we were now heading down the long drive under the earths surface............

It takes just about 40 mins to travel the 8 mile tunnel, making sure that all lights go out as you pass through the sensors all the way down, once we arrived ,it was time to inspect the cargo....rather than inspect, I felt it more important to get the passengers off the bus and into their quarters, I had made a carrier which would hold 6 persons and could be remotely operated , so having guided each awakening girl,out of the bus and into the carrier and then into there beds for the moment, I quickly cleared the bus and got everyone settled into there new home......

As the place is well away from prying ears or eyes , I could leave them to rest, and do a full inspection tomorrow. My helpers in this project were two 23 year old girls (Cassey & Janney, both from the USA, they were here illegally),who were Bi-Sexual, I had saved them from a very nasty beating some three years ago,and with no where to live,they accepted my offer of safe accomodation , and they swore an alleigance to me and my needs, and they sexually satisfied my and there own needs.Like me they also fantisied about sex slaves......

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Cassie & Janney were up early,and brought me nice cup of tea, they told me that because they were so excited at the prospect of having fresh pussy, that they thought it would a good idea if ,as our guests,for want of a better word, were attached to there hanging bars before they were fully awake. So they had been around every cell ,and complete the attaching task, all were now ready for inspection......

I washed and dressed,ate a little breakfast,and then started at cell A, one of the teachers was hanging and moaning about her captivity, let me out of this fucking place,she kept shouting, I notice that the more she shout the prouder her breasts became.She was about 33 years old, Five feet eight inches tall ,and weighed around 144 lbs, her long blonde hair was down to waist level and she had a good figure, I asked her ,her name, fuck off she replied, calling me /us all the names under the sun, , I decided to let Cassey & Janney explore this lady,s body , and they took up the challenge.She wore a long skirt ,and her blouse showed nothing of her hugging figure, Cassey unziped her skirt and tugged it down to her feet, it could,nt be taken completely off as all our captives had been fitted with ankle bracelets ,earlier in the day.....

(A) was being very uncoporative, but this made the chase even more exciting, I had got a hell of a hard on, and was looking forward to rapeing my first victim, I suppose it has to be called rape,as I did,nt think they would have sex with me voluntary, so forced sex it would have to be.........

Anyway as I was saying Cassey and Janney ,removed this ladies clothes including footwear,only leaving her Bra & Pants on can,t spoil the excitement , I had the pleasure of removing the balance of clothing, I unclipped her Bra,and it revealed a lovely pair of 36Ccup breasts, they were nice and firm, an absolute please to touch and fondle, we lowered (A) to the floor and I then removed her Panties, I took them in my hands and sniffed them, they smelt of fresh pussy juices, you know the type like Channel No 69 ,gives you desire to touch ...........

Oh she was a beautiful dolly, ripe for a good fuck, lovely mouth my cock would fit in just dandy, I drooled at the thought, (A) was still moaning about her untenable position, I pointed out to her that if she behaved she would be released soon, I lied,Ok she said, my name is Catherine ..........., surnames were not kept or used to address the captives.....I asked Catherine what sexual preference was ,as I did,nt want spoil the goods (What a Two faced Bastard I am)......... we allowed her to sit down on her bed,and take stock of her situation, she then ate the food which had been offered to her earlier on in the day, and we left her in her cell, did,nt want to over alarm her, but I was looking forward to shagging her, later..........

We decided to get all the girls stripped and get the clothes incinerated, as we wanted to avoid leaving any clues.....Of course you must be wondering why the arm of the law ,are not looking for the women, easy , the VIP treatment included tickets for the clothes show,and because it happened on a Friday meant we could offer a weeks entertainment ,including a photo shoot ,for young aspiring models, so a week away from the outside world,gave us a great advantage.........Back to the business in hand, and my cock needs relief,,,,!

All the cells were (A) through (Z), so I followed Cassey and Janney around the cells and stopped at a young girl crying, she was sobbing her heart out, she was complaining that she could,nt see her pals, as each cell was seperate ,with high walls in between each one , it was impossible for anyone to see each other........I opened the cell door , they were Barred Doors not locked as each female was attached to the hanging bars, they were not going anywhere..Hello I said whats your name, Lucy ,and old are you Lucy,17 she replied, she was a slight girl ,small breasts a very firm and tight arse, she had yellow jeans on with a interesting array of coloured tops ,Goth I was told , Very dark make-up,and dark hair ,cropped short. I started to remove her tops ,one by one, and then she kicked off,protesting that I was infringing her person, well I thought I had been very nice,not getting angry at all, but this pushed me over the edge, I grabbed her by the 3rd top, and dragged over my knees, and sat down, pulled her up to my thighs,and proceeded to smack her firm bottom,she was still squealing like a stuck pig,Cassey came into the cell,and quickly removed her leg retraints and pulled her jeans off with a quick tug,and then left me alone with her, I gave her one or two more hard slaps on her bare skin, and then dragged her panties off, what a Peach of a pussy she had, it was grand, full and plump ready for eating , I raised above me again and got to work on her delicous cunt, my tongue was salivating at the thought ,licking her pussy,chewing on her clit,and she began to respond,and quickly comming to orgasm flooding my mouth with her scented juices......Because I had raised off me accessing her arms was difficult, so I used a Cut throat razor, took the blade out of its cover,and proceeded to cut the remainder of her clothing off, leaving only her bra ,which I quickly undid, and those lovely pert tits came into full view...

Of course she was still bound to the Hanging Bar,and I was then able to stroke her breasts,I then lowered her back to the bed,she chose a sitting position, her legs hanging free over the bed end...I told her in no uncertain terms,that if she mis-behaved again ,not only would she be spanked , but I would remove all forms of comfort, and that the bare floor was not all that good to sleep on,she nodded her head in agreement.....I took her by the hand,having removed all the bracelets etc,and led her out and made our way to the other end of the cell area, with her completely naked,and with those little tits bouncing gently and that pert arse with a lovely wobble, all of which gave me a solid erection, headed towards the open lift area which would take us to the middle & and the more comfortable section which contained King sized beds,and a proper seating area..we were just about to step into the forever revolving lift, and I looked back to hear a sudden niose, of swearing and general shouting.

I took the handcuffs out of my belt,and locked Lucy to one of the many fixing points in the Cell area, and turned back towards the cell that contained Janney,having difficulty removing the clothing from a Redhead, she was one of many who seem to be into Goth, more earings, body piercings *& tattoos than I had ever seen before, wriggle she was becoming an absolute pain, I went into the cell, forcibly grabbed her cunt through her panties, and told Stop,or I would hurt her, she squealed with pain ,and stopped, now thats better, answer Janney,s questions,and lets have no more of this noise, or you Will be hurt.....

Whats your name Emma she said, Im 19 years old and I don,t like being here.Well I said I don,t think anyone of you is enjoying it, but I am, your here to entertain me,and your pussy will entertain more than just my cock..

Cassey came across the room,and brought with her Rose, of course she was totally nude and her breasts were drooping,I had not seen her pussy before, nice pubes, but Cassey had other ideas, and she started to suck Roses tits in front of everyone, so they all were allowed a glimpse of what was going to happen to them in the future.....

Emma was transfixed watching Cassey suck tits and pussy play, and started to rub her own clit, she was a good looking girl,apart from her bandy shaped legs, her pubic hair was a similar colour to her head hair, and her Breasts were firm , Janney had finished removing the balance of her clothing,and placed it into a large bin in the center of the room, where it would be taken away,and destroyed later....I decided to take Emma with me as well , so I now had two for the price of one....Before taking them both up to the middle section,I went over to the Tannoy System, and read out the rules of there stay.There is only one rule, Do As You Are Told,and No Harm will befall you,Disobey and you Will Come to Harm. I further explained that were well away from land, and anyone thinking they could swim back better think twice,as the imediate perimeter was mined,and anything disturbing the area would become fish food....(Abosolute Crap, but it had the desired effect)

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Chapter Four ,Book 2 Later, I would welcome any constuctive comments,to be left in the review section...

 

I got the jeep and drove back to the RV. Claire and Tammy were both there waiting on me. I told them I worked it out so we could use the jeep to go into town; I also informed them that their car was already at the garage in town. I asked them if they were ready to go, that we could have lunch in town and do some shopping for groceries. We climbed into the jeep and left the campground.

 

We drove up to Kidman’s Garage first to see the damages to the car. Jo the mechanic said that it wasn’t all that bad, that the alternator had gone bad and then killed the battery. She explained the battery was no problem but that she would have to order the alternator from Hicksville, and seeing that it was noon already they might or might not deliver it today and chances are they would not have it here until Monday. She smiled and said I’m sorry; she went on to say if they do deliver it today I could have you on your way tomorrow. I told her not to worry that we could spend the weekend here no problem, and that if she needed to contact us to call the campground and leave a message.

 

We got back in the jeep and drove into town to Fran’s Diner. The place looked nice and we went in to have lunch. We seated our selves at a booth by the windows so I could people watch a favorite past time of mine. In a few minutes a young girl came over to take our order. She said her name was Millie and would we like today’s special, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and our choice of green beans or corn for only $4.99. I laughed and told her that’s to healthy for me, and that I’d have a burger, fries, and a glass of ice tea. The girls ordered the same as me, and Millie left to get our drinks and place the order with the cook. I looked around and saw that Beth had not been exaggerating the lack of men in town; all I saw was women everywhere. Millie brought us our tea; I suggested she sit down seeing as we were the only ones there. She smiled and took a seat next to me, saying only for a minute.

 

As we sat there talking I asked if it was true that all the men of fighting age were in Iraq. She replied yes, that the military base in Jasper was the only steady employment around here so all the men enlisted as soon as they were old enough. I asked if her husband was overseas now, she blushed and said I’m not married. I smiled and moved my hand onto her thigh under the table. She looked at me mad smiled, but didn’t remove it. I moved my hand farther up on her leg until I was touching her panties under her skirt. She let me do it all the time talking to Claire and Tammy about girl things, I gazed out the window gently rubbing her pussy though her panties all this time.

 

A bell rang somewhere and she excused herself to go get our food. We ate our food, Millie waited on several tables and since we were in no hurry they finished first. Millie came back and asked if we would like desert, I said maybe later and winked at her, I asked her to sit down again, she looked around and saw no customers so sat down next to me again. I immediately slid my hand under her skirt to find she had removed her panties. I looked at her she smiled and asked if everything was OK. I smiled back and worked a couple of fingers into her sopping cunt. Millie covered a moan with a cough and said she had to get back to work. I asked the girls if they were ready and they nodded yes. I told Millie that I would see her later for her special desert; she smiled and said OK, come back any time.

 

I sent the girls to the grocery store with one of my credit cards and told them to buy enough food for the weekend for breakfasts, and lunches. I told them we would eat dinner out. I then set out on an errand of my own. I located the drug store lucky for me it was Wal-greens, and went in to ask if they could fill a prescription from another state. The pharmacist said sure as long as it was in her system. I gave her the prescription number and she pulled it up. She smiled and said that it would only take her a few minutes to fill it. When I went to pay for it I also had a pack of condoms and a tube of k-y jelly. She asked if I planned a party and passed me the bottle of Viagra. As she rung up my stuff I asked if she free sometime next week as I was planning to stay in town for a while, she glanced up and said sure and gave me her phone number. As she handed me the bag she said have fun, then opened her blouse to show me her lace-covered tittes, but save some for me.

 

I walked back to the jeep and drove to the grocery store to pick up the girls and the food. I just pulled up as they walked out with 3 bags of food. Whew did you buy the place out I joked. They said just wait and see what we got you’ll like it Tammy said. Claire found my bag from Wal-greens and looked inside, saying she liked what I bought reading the label on the prescription bottle aloud. I laughed and replied that with them around a man needs all the help he can get. Claire asked me if I had fucked Tiffany that morning, I turned my head and looked at her because I knew she had not talked to Tiffany. I asked why does it matter? She said no but she had heard the cashiers talking and one said something about some older guy staying at the campgrounds and that Tiffany had called her this morning to tell her that this guy had fucked her like an animal and that she had loved it. I shrugged my shoulders and said yeah. I fucked her in the showers this morning, she walked in on me and seemed to want it so why not. I looked at both of them and then added I also fucked her mother just before we left for town.

Tammy looked at me and said I see now why you got the Viagra. Tiffany, Me, and her mother all before lunch, she laughed. David you are one hell of a guy.

 

We stopped off at the office and the girls met Beth. I looked over at Tiffany and commented that her scouting report was spreading all over town. She looked surprised when I told her what the girls had over heard while shopping. She stammered she was sorry; it’s just that I had to tell someone, but Jan should never have spread it around. I smiled and said it was all right no real harm done. The phone rang just then, Beth picked it up and looked at me saying it was Jo from the garage. I looked at her as I took the receiver and said HI.

 

Mr. Smith this Jo Kidman from Kidman’s Garage I was wondering if you could come back down here, I’d like to show you a few things if you don’t mind. I looked at my watch and said sure I guess so give me 30 minutes OK. I asked Beth if it was OK for me to use the jeep again, and she said to consider it mine while I was here. I told the girls I’d be back soon and went to drop off the food at the RV. As I drove past the office the women were having a gossip session and I guessed I was the #1 topic.

 

I pulled up to Kidman’s and saw only the office area lit up and walked up to the door. I found it locked and knocked, in a second Jo opened it dressed in a jump suit that left little to the imagination. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I looked at her knowing full well what she wanted asked what was it she needed to show me. She smiled and pulled on the zipper holding the jumpsuit closed. As the zipper parted revealing more of her body she explained that after hearing about Tiffany and me she got horny as hell and just had to have some of my cock for herself. As she said the last words she shrugged her shoulders ands the jumpsuit fell to the floor leaving her naked in front of me.

 

I stepped up to her put my lips to hers and kissed her at the same time caressing her lovely ass. Jo moaned as I continued to move my hands over her body touching her in all the right places. I reached up and cupped her firm breast, massaging it lightly. I then began to kiss my way down along Jo's neck and collarbone, running my tongue in the valley between her breasts. My hands were busy stroking Jo's breasts as I moved my lips down over the slopes of her breasts. Swirling my tongue around her nipple, I gently scraped my teeth along the sensitive bud. Jo gasped as I repeated the process again and again. I switched to the other nipple and started over again.

 

Jo’s slim, athletic body was toned and taut, I knelt between her knees as my tongue slowly passed along Jo's stomach and abdomen exploring every nook and cranny along the way. Then, slowly, moved upwards along inner thighs and then lightly brushing over the lips of her pussy I leaned forward and slowly ran my tongue along the cleft dividing them. Jo screamed Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! At the precise moment my tongue touched her clit, her insides convulsed in a shattering orgasm.

 

Standing, I undid my belt and dropped my trousers. Jo looked me straight in the eye and said "Now". I did as I was told, and reached forward with the head of my cock: I wanted to fuck, and so did she. I jammed my cock in, her moist cunt engulfing almost half my length on the first erotic thrust. With drawing till just the head of my cock was left inside her I jammed it back in, this time to the hilt of her very wet cunt. We fucked like animals

 

Jo was now gripping my neck as I fucked her hard with long fast strokes. I held her by the hips, in an attempt to get more of my cock further inside her with each thrust. I began grunting as I fucked this fantastic woman, and she responded with those delightful whimpering sounds a woman makes when you know she has surrendered her body to the invasion of her cunt. I pumped and pumped my cock into her, not wanting to stop. I then felt that familiar tingling in my balls and knew I was about to cum. I thrust in with three last pumps before the explosion hit Jo like a volcanic eruption deep inside her pussy. I came, and came, and came, until the huge load of cum started to seep from her pussy, and coat my cock shaft. Breathing hard I collapsed on top of Jo, kissing her hard on her lips and shoving my tongue in her willing mouth. She responded back entangling her tongue with mine in a deep passionate kiss. I rolled off of her running my hand over her naked body cupping her tits and starring in her eyes. We lay in each other’s arms for a while waiting for our senses to return to us.

 

After a few minutes of lying there I proceeded to get up and find my clothes. Jo lay there watching me; running her hands over her naked skin and said that Tiffany was right I was one hell of a great fuck, asking if there was any chance that we can go again before you leave town? I down looked at her smiling saying that I was planning to stay in town for a while; She smiled said she was glad, pulled a blanket over and asked me to lock the door as I left. I bent over her kissing her again and told her I would. Before I left and called Beth to see if they needed anything from town before I came back. She said no we are eating dinner do you want us to save you some? I thought back to Millie at the diner and told her that I would get something in town and would not be back for a few more hours then.

 

I walked out got in the jeep and drove to the diner. Going in I found it crowded and took a seat in the back corner booth. I looked at the crowd and realized that it was entirely made up of women except for a few kids. I caught Millie’s eye and she came over bringing me a cup of coffee. I asked how long the crowd would last and told me not long now, there had been a school play and everyone comes in after one of those just to brag on their kids. I asked her if she still had that special desert for me. She glanced around and said that they closed in about an hour; if I could wait she was sure she could find some for me. I smiled at her and asked if she still had any of that meatloaf left. She smiled and was gone in a flash to return with a plate piled high. She bent over as she set it down so I could see down her blouse at her lace-covered tits smiling and whispered that men fucked better when well fed.

 

The diner closes on time and we head over to her house. She says her mom won’t be home for another hour, and not to worry she told her about this morning earlier. I look at her and she explained that when strange men came to town they usually fucked as much as they could. She smiled asking if that bothered me and I said no, what do your men folk have to say about it. We don’t tell them, she responded; tell me they aren’t fucking some young whore over there.

 

She gestured to the couch. Millie asked if wine was ok. She pours two glasses and sits down handing me one. She takes a few sips of hers and chitchats about life and the like since the men left for Iraq, as she finishes her wine she gets up and walks over to me, sitting down on my lap. I wonder if she notices the erection I have growing in my pants. She leans in and kisses me deeply, she pulls back looks at me smiles and kisses me again and holds it this time, wiggling her ass on my hardening cock. I slip my hand up one thigh and towards her chest. The other helps it take off her shirt I kiss down her neck and reach her lace-covered breasts, gently suckling each one though the lace of her bra and savoring smell of her perfume on her soft skin. Millie reaches behind her and unhooks the sexy piece of underclothing sliding it off her shoulders slowly exposing her succulent mounds of flesh. I wrap my lips around her nipple enjoying the sound they make as they pop free

 

She puts a finger on my lips she slithers to the floor, taking my pants and boxers with her. She smiles up at me from behind my stiff dick and licks her lips I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding my erection and I moan as her tongue flits across the head and her lips massage the shaft. Millie pulls me up and then pushes me onto the sofa, my erection sitting tall on my lap. She swings her leg over mine, guiding my stiff cock into her pussy clenching around it, her tits pressing into my chest as she begins to ride my dick. I hold her warm body tight against mine loving the feel of her nipples as they rub against my chest as she’s working her cunt up and down my cocksfoot and tight at the same time, hot and wet, wrapping around me like a second skin. Millie began rocking gently back and forth, as slow as ocean waves, and then gradually grew faster and faster, bearing down hard I reached up and played her breasts, but her eyes were closed and it was like I wasn't there at all. Miliie fucked me, harder and harder as she grew more excited. I felt myself reach the boiling point. Spurt after spurt erupted from deep in my body and her cunt drank it all up eagerly. At the same time, I felt a second orgasm wrack her body.

 

I catch my breathe the tell her I really hate to leave but I told Beth I’d have the jeep back shortly. That was 3 hours ago; I’m in town for a while; can we get together another time. She smiled and said she was looking forward to it. As I neared the door it opened and I looked into the eyes of the pharmacist from the drug store. She smiled and asked if her baby took good care of me. I smiled said she sure did and I reached up a squeezed her tits as I walked out the door.

 

I’m not saying that sex with Carl is not exciting. We make love and fuck all the time and it’s great. Just a couple of weeks ago I was washing the dishes in the kitchen wearing one of Carl’s old shirts, which barely covers my big brown ass cheeks, and Carl enters in the room from being outside, reaches around me and presses himself up against my back. Just the sight of me dressed like this gets him so hard that I could feel his stiff dick poking my rump.

“What are you doing,” I asked, as his hands reached around and squeezed my huge teats.

I then had to reach behind me and unzip his fly to let that aching bad-boy (his dick) out of its cage. It didn’t take long for Carl to push me forward over the sink and rub the head of his pink member on my already dripping cunt. Then he stopped and began slowly working the head of his shaft into my pussy.

“Yeah, Carl! Put it right there in Mama,” I told him. “You got it Honey,” he replied, and whoosh, He pushed his dick right up into me. I grunted with delight as Carl began to pound me while his hands worked my soft huge breast. I pushed back with my ass on each stroke. He let go of my teats and leaned around me to watch my big beauties sway in rhythm to our fucking. I raised one leg up onto a step-stool next to the cabinet and looked below to watch his big ole’ balls slapping against my lower belly with each shove. It was awesome.” “Fuck me, Baby, Fuck me,” I told him. In about twenty minutes of both of us grunting and seating I could feel his tool swell inside me.

“Go ahead baby give Mama that hot load of cream,” I cried, “I want it, and I want it now,” and I squeezed his shaft with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could. Carl obliged with a deep grunt and an explosion of hot man-juice rushing through my sloppy cunt. He came so much that it began to drip out onto the floor. As his dick receded from my pussy we both collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

As we lied there on the floor holding each other, a thought popped into my head. “Is there more than this”, I wondered. Don’t get me wrong, this sex is great, but still I wondered, is there more than just husband and wife humping.

Sometimes, when Carl is at work and I’m home all alone, I look at a few of the adult magazines and xxx-videos that we have in our bedroom. Reading the stories in the magazines always turns me on, and usually I end up masturbating, fingering my cunt and working my way up to one of my dildos that I keep in the nightstand drawer. I love laying on the bed reading about other people’s sexy experiences, but the bits that really make me horny are those that have two girls going at it together. Reading about it or seeing it really does something to me. “Mmmmm, it makes my pussy wet.”

I know that I wasn’t Gay, but Bi….maybe? Or just curious. And if I was how would I know for sure? As things turned out….I got the chance sooner than I thought.

A week ago, I was showering in the morning and lathering up really good with the soap, rubbing it slowly all over my body, especially my 38F tittys so that Carl could watch and keep this vision of me in his head all day while he was at work.

Carl slid open the glass and said, “Bryan and Kathy are throwing a party Friday night, do you want to go?” “Sure,” I responded.

“Thing is, I gotta’ work a little late Friday, close some accounts,” Carl added, “but I’ll meet you there, is that okay?” “No problem,” I assured him. Then he reached in and tweaked my nipples, the big flirt, to make me squeal a little and then he closed the shower door.

Friday finally came around and I showed up at Bryan and Kathy’s, I had been looking forward to going to the party because it got me out of the house for a while. I was dressed in my favorite low cut green and black party dress with the spaghetti straps and a pair of matching 5-inch heeled shoes that accentuated my slender yet muscular dark-brown legs. It hugs my womanly curves around my teats and ass just so, and stops Carl in his tracks to see me in this. Not to mention other guys always stop to gawk when I’ve worn this out to dinner too.

I was met at the door by both Bryan and Kathy. “Barbara, it’s great to see you,” Kathy charmingly said to me. Then I thought to myself, if any woman was my “type” it was Kathy. She’s a dead ringer for a young Sophia Loren. Together she and Bryan were one sexy couple all right. Maybe the ones who could…..?

Bryan said, “You look fantastic!” and Kathy added, “My, you’re looking sexy, Barbara.”

I looked at Kathy and with a devilish grin replied to her, “does it matter you’re not a guy?”

That thought must have been on my mind…without thinking I had set a whole train of events in motion. It was a throwaway line but how was Kathy taking it? I wondered if she knew what it really meant.

I went to the refreshment table and order a white wine spritzer, and engaged this so-so attractive guy standing there in idle conversation. I couldn’t help but look over to where Bryan and Kathy were standing and noticed they were looking my way and she was whispering something into his ear. Bryans’ eyes looked up at me and then he looked away. What was she telling him right now, I wondered.

A little later, I went over to the buffet table. Before I knew it, Kathy was right beside me. “Having a good time?” she asked. “Great,” I replied. What she said next really rocked me.

She leaned into my ear and said, “Wouldn’t it be even better if I was licking your tits and pussy, right now?” I must have dropped my plate in the surprise. I knew then that she would work out my secret fantasy.

Then I felt Kathy’s hand slip down between my panties and my ass just beneath my short dress while we where standing there. “Does this shock you Barbara or is this exciting?” She said with a grin. Then she worked a finger into my cunt and moved it back and forth a couple of times. I couldn’t believe it. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she added. So we left the buffet walking through the party guests and discreetly went up the stairs.

 

It all happened so quick, I was in the master bedroom and Kathy was over me like a rash.

She began undressing me, exposing my huge tits, as I pulled off her clothes. “Kathy, how did you know? I panted.

She answered, “Let’s just say…it takes one to know one.”

“God, your boobs are so sexy….As I always thought,” she added. Then she rubbed on them with her tender hands and began kissing them all over. This was what I had fantasized about, a beautiful, busty woman seducing me. But, here? Now?

My mind was spinning from the thought and the realization of the situation. I felt weak as she embraced me with one arm and kissed me while her other hand began rubbing and warming my crotch. “But, Kathy,” I said, “what about Bryan?”

“Bryan,” she answered, “he knows all about it.” This reply shocked me a little.

Then she knelt down and reaching up, began squeezing my teats as if though in worship. Then I heard Bryan as he came out of the master bath, “That’s right Barbara, he said, “As every couple should, we share everything.” He was totally nude and stroking his 7-1/2 inch penis while walking towards us.

“You don’t mind do you dear?” Kathy asked. “Only he likes to watch. Besides, I perform so much better with an audience,” she said coyly.

Of course Bryan’s appearing the way he did was another surprise, but by now I was so excited that it didn’t faze me. Kathy pushed me down back onto the bed. She pulled herself over to the edge and spread my legs apart and began fingering my eagerly waiting pussy. First, one. Then two, and then three. My cunt became wetter and wetter with each stroke of her hand. A few minutes of that and then she began tonguing and eating my wet pussy. I grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs back even further, while Kathy reached up kept her hands busy messaging and squeezing my teats. I couldn’t believe it. My secret fantasy was really happening. A beautiful woman was really eating out my pussy, and it felt sooooo….good.

This went on for a while and I had closed my eyes as Kathy kept right on tongue fucking me. Just then a very hard dick was placed into my hand, and I began stroking it. I assumed it was Bryans’, but then looking up I was surprised again. “CARL!” I said. I knew this cock felt familiar.

Looking down at me, he replied, “I worked it out a few minutes ago, Baby. Watching you get eaten by Kathy made me hard. I just had to relieve the tension.”

In all of the excitement I had never thought of my husband. (Bryan had secretly let out the party guests and let Carl in.) So, the cunning S.O.B. had set me up. Was I mad? Was I ….. Hell!

I lay back down and began stroking Carl’s and Bryan’s stiff dicks, one on each side of me, while Kathy sucked at and fingered fucked my pussy. This was all so exciting; soon I was cumming in torrents all over Kathy’s face as she lapped up my nectar.

It was her turn now. Carl lay down next to me as I climbed on top of him and slowly sat down onto his thick throbbing member. I began pumping my round Latin ass up and down, making my cheeks shake with force. It was too much for Kathy. She moved around in front of me and pushed her gorgeous cunt right into my face. I began eating her wet honey pot. It was my first taste of another woman’s pussy. I loved it.

Bryan then came up from behind me, knelt down and eased his big cock into my ass. Hmmf! I couldn’t say anything else my mouth was full of Kathy’s cunt. This was my first ever foursome. It only took a few minutes but we where all climaxing together. Kathy in my face, Carl in my cunt and Bryan in my ass. It was wonderful.

It was all to exciting and I had to have more. Kathy obliged by bringing out a huge strap-on dildo and rolled me over onto my back. She then belted it on and we began kissing and fondling each other again. I was so wet from all the man-goo running out of me that I didn’t need any lubricant for the penetration. It was so hard and felt so good, I screamed with delight. Kathy fucked me until I reached orgasm again.

We then traded places, and I fucked her with the strap-on. The guys were all excited again and came over while Kathy stroked their hard cocks. Soon they were cumming all over her gyrating gorgeous breasts, and this must have aided in her excitement as she screamed, then quivered and began orgasming, wrapping her legs tightly around me. I couldn’t believe it. I was having sex with this beautiful woman, and in front of our husbands.

If sex was a mountain I was at the top that night. All that I ever fantasized about was happening for real. I had my first sex with a woman, my first with extra partners. And all because my fabulous husband understood, that all women have fantasies. You know, those sexy dreams that they keep hidden until their husbands find out and makes those dreams come true.