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Waterfalls part 1

sexchi on Forced Stories

I was getting ready to take my bath, as usual... I grabbed a book and some bubbles and before I knew it I was engaged in a nice bubble bath. Later on that day I went with some friends to a night club called Diks. They ditched me as usual and I was stuck sitting across the bar from a man. He looked to be about 6ft 150lbs... very cute but I didn't feel comfortable with how he looked at me..

The night was getting boring so I left, unaware of the man behind me i grab my keys and he puts his hand over my mouth and says "if you say one word bitch, I will make sure you are punished" I was quiet and allowed him to open my car door and i slid in to the passenger seat. He followed, st

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arted the car and took off.....

"Take off your pants, bitch" he said to me in a calm tone... I did what he told me to do, I wasn't sure if he had a weapon on him and i didn't want to play fate. I took my pants off and he looked at my red lace thong. "Well slut, looks like you want this. only sluts wear thongs." he took his right hand and started to rub me, really hard. He continued to do this till we got to an abandoned house. He stopped the car, got out and came around to the other side. Pulling me out he ordered me to get on my hands and knees and crawl like the bitch I am. I did as he told me to.... We got inside the house and it was very creepy inside, hard to explain but there was several rooms and all of them were labled in chinese or maybe Japanese... He pulled me into the first room.. in the center there was a table. He pushed me onto it.... lying on my stomach he pressed a button and before I knew it my arms and legs where bound by ropes hanging from the ceiling. He put a blindfold around my eyes and told me that I was only to speak if spoken to and I must address him Master.

He cut off my thong and started to spank my ass... softly at first then he picked up pace. "Yes oh fuck yah, slut puppet. You like that don't you? are you a slut?" I closed my eyes *slap* this one over powered all the other ones "I asked you a question, answer me...... "y-yes master" I said very quietly.... "I knew you liked it" I heard a zip... and before I knew it he was standing in front of me with his cock in his hand. Stroking himself he grew... he was huge.. the biggest dick i have ever seen. He placed the tip of his dick at my mouth.. I refused it.... He slapped me in the face and I had no choice but to take his prick into my mouth... I could barely wrap my mouth around it yet he kept pushing it in farther and farther...... "K fuck this" he said and started to fuck my face.. his balls slapped my chin and finally he unloaded his dick in my mouth... "swallow it all and you won't be punished" I swallowed what I could, it tasted bitter and salty.... I accidently let some dribble out of my mouth onto the floor......... "I'll get you later for this, but first lets examine your nice ass" He climbed onto my back and started rubbing my ass, spreading my cheeks apart very painfully..... I let out a cry as he shoved a finger in.... he was thrusting it in and out... then he took it out.. I sighed only to feel 2 fingers go in... he shoved his fingers up as far as they would go then without warning he replaced his fingers with a dildo... the dildo was about 10inches long and at least 3 inches wide.... it ripped me apart...... as soon as he shoved it up as high as it could go I felt him clamp something to the dildo....

He got off of me and walked towards a giant machine, and pressed a button... I felt the dildo inside me start to vibrate.... he left the room and all that I could hear was the humming of the dildo and I could feel the pain that it caused........

The next morning He came into the room and shut the machine off.... "Did you like that? do you have to take a shit now?" he asked.. I shook my head... he took out the dildo and released me from the ropes and told me to go wash up... I went into the washroom and about 10 minutes later he yelled through the door "Hey slut puppet are you done?" I replied "yes master" he came in completely naked and took off my shirt and bra... "lay down on the floor" I did and he kneeled down, his ass 2 cm from my face..... "lick my rosebud and make it good. this is your punishment for wasting my cum.." I closed my eyes and started to lick his ass... 5 minutes into it he sat down almost completely and I was tounge fucking him.... 30 minutes went by and he stood up "I have to piss.... spread your legs.. i'm going to give you a 'shower" he pissed on me and then without warning turned out the lights and closed the door...... I just layed there crying.. he yelled through the door "Next time swallow all of me or it'll be worse... and oh Bitch... clean up I'll see you in an hour"

Jack and Jill, Part II

Sir James on Forced Stories

Jack pulled Jill by her delicate pubic hair to his bedroom. He then picked her up, and deposited her on his bed. He stood beside the bed and removed his clothing as he watched her squirming, as if to try to bring herself to a climax. With her dark brown hair scattered across the pillow, and her beautiful body on display with her hands and arms bound behind her, she was the dream of every dominant male in the world. The passion etched on her face caused his cock to ache and throb.

Jack watched her for a few seconds, then warned, "Slave, there is one thing you need to learn immediately. You are never to have a cum without my permission. To do so would result in severe punishment. Do you understand?"

With a dreamy look i

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n her eyes, she nodded and said, "Yes Sir, I understand." Her voice was thick with passion. Jack thought to himself, ‘She will forget what I said. I am looking forward to giving her a good pussy whipping.’

Jack, now naked, climbed into bed with his new "slave". He rolled her to him so that they were lying on their side, facing each other. Her head was on his shoulder, with his arm under and around her. He was fondling the bindings on her wrists. She was pushing her cunt against his cock. He responded by putting his rigid cock between her legs, and sliding into her steaming pussy. She gasped at the penetration, and surged against him.

"Don’t forget, Slave. You come without me telling you, and you are in trouble!"

"Yes, Sir, I will try", she said breathlessly. Her eyes were closed and she was in a trance from the heat of the moment. Jack took full advantage of the situation, and started to plunge is cock in and out of her cunt. Within a matter of seconds, she was bucking and cumming wildly. Beautiful deep sounds came from her arched throat as she abandoned herself to her climax.

After what seemed to be an eternity, she came back down to earth. She was still humping his cock, well on her way to having another cum. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her riotous cunt, causing her to issue a whimper of disappointment.

"Sweet Cunt, I told you not to cum without my permission! Now you have cum, and left me without satisfaction. You are to be punished, now!"

As she was whispering her apologies, Jack rose from the bed, leaving her there, still bound, wearing only her garter belt, hose and heels, wondering what was going to happen next. Jack walked to the closet across from the bed. His massive cock bounced as he walked. He was a magnificent animal. As she watched him, she was confused, and hoped he would not reject her.

Jack returned from the closet with several more strands of rope. Quickly, he rolled her onto her back, and grabbed her left leg. He wrapped the rope around her ankle several times and tied it off. The other end of the rope was tied to the foot bedpost, pulling her leg sharply to the left. He then did the same with her right leg. Now she was on her back, with her arms pinned behind her with ropes at her wrists and elbows. Her legs were widely spread, and firmly tied to the bedposts. She was in no position to escape whatever Jack wanted to do to her.

From a nightstand beside the bed, Jack produced a multi-strand whip. Jack sat down on the bed next to Jill. He was gently stroking his cock with one hand, while gently stroking her cunt with the whip.

"Slave, I told you not to cum, or I would punish you, didn’t I?"

"Yes, Sir, but I could not help it. You made me want you, and your cock was too much for me to resist", she replied weakly.

"That’s no excuse. A slave is never allowed an excuse. The very nature of slavery dictates that the slave is always at fault. Now you must pay for your transgression."

During his talking with Jill, he was fondling her pussy, causing her to squirm and push her pussy up to him. Smiling to himself, he stood up, and raised his whip into the air, and brought it down on to her cunt. She gasped as the whip made a "splatting" sound as it hit her cunt. The pain was not terrible, and only generated more heat in her pussy. Jack brought the whip down again, only harder. Each stroke harder that the last. Soon, Jill was whining and whimpering. Her was arching her pussy up and down, in cadence with the whip. As the whipping became harder, she began sobbing, and at times tried to avoid the whip. She was unsuccessful, and Jack continued to apply the whip.

Jack slowed the whipping, and again she was arching her body to meet the whip. Finally, with a "Master’s Stroke", he brought the whip crashing into her pussy. The force of the whip hitting her directly on her cunt, and more to the point, her clitoris, was too much. It pushed her over the edge, and she was experiencing a crashing climax! She kept humping her thighs and pussy, and the whip kept up the pressure. Jack, at long last, ceased whipping her, and let her come back down from the "ozone".

As Jill regained her senses, she looked at Jack, speaking to him, "Omigod, Jack. I have never been hurt like that, and I have never had a climax like that! I came so hard, I thought I was going to die. I am sorry I disobeyed you. You were right to punish me. Please, let me give you a cum."

"Slave Lady, you are going to get your chance to do just that." With that, Jack climbed onto the bed, and after straddling her body, rested his cock on her sweet red lips. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. Jack eased up on her and started to fuck her mouth. It was all she could do to get the head of his cock into her mouth. It throbbed as his drove in and out of her lips. In a minute or two, with a deep rumbling groan from down deep in his soul, Jack came in Jill’s mouth. Desperately, she struggled to swallow all of his issue, but failed. His cum was running from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks. Jack collapsed beside her, his cock still buried in her sweet mouth.

He kept his cock in her mouth until it started to recede. He stroked the top of her head, and said, "Make sure my cock is clean when it comes out of your mouth." Jill continued to suck his cock, and to wash it with her tongue. Finally he pulled his cock from her mouth, and rose from the bed.

He released her legs from the bedposts, but left her wrists and arms tied. He left the room, returning shortly with two glasses of wine, and a damp wash cloth. Smiling, he gently washed the excess cum from her face, and held the glass of wine for her to drink. Jack sipped from his glass, and then set it on the nightstand. Again he crawled into be next to Jill.

Again, she had her head on his shoulder, with his arm under and around her. He used his right hand to fondle her breasts, while he used his left arm to release her arms. From under his pillow, he produced and collar, which he locked around her neck. A chain ran from the collar to an anchoring point on the head of the bed. Jill moved her freed hands up to her smooth neck to feel the collar which was now locked around her neck.

Jack kissed Jill, and said, "Lady, that collar is chained to my bed, and it is now locked on you. The chain is long enough for you to go to the bathroom, but it will not allow you to get out of this room and away from this bed".

Jill shivered slightly, and replied, "Jack, I am scared to death, but I have never been more excited and sexually fulfilled in my life. I am so confused. I don’t know what to say or do. Please help me!"

"Right now, Slave Lady, you are my slave. In the morning I will release you, and you can decide whether you want to continue on as my slave."

As Jack was talking, Jill had moved her hand to his cock and was stroking it back to an erection. Soon it was hard and throbbing in her hand. Jack looked at her and said, "Well, you have started something, do something about it."

Jill moved her head down to his cock, and after kissing and licking the head, she sucked him to a magnificent cum. Even in her confusion of emotions, Jill knew this sexual slavery was what she wanted.

 

Early the next morning, Jill was awakened by the smell of frying eggs and bacon, along with the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee. She got out of bed, and when to the bathroom to freshen up. When she had made herself presentable, she came back into the bedroom. She was confused gain. She could not find her discarded hose and garter belt. Only her leather heels were sitting on the bed. She could only assume that Jack was telling her to remain naked, dressed only in her heels. Just as she finished putting her shoes on, Jack came into the room. He too was naked, with the exception of a chef’s apron draped around his waist. She could see the outline of his semi-erect cock through the apron.

Jack leaned down and kissed her, "Good morning Slave Lady, ready for breakfast?"

"Yes, Sir, I am famished", she replied with a smile.

Jack released her from the collar and chain, and escorted her to the kitchen. There was much to talk about. They had just experienced a very exciting night, with the promise of more to come.

Jack wanted to know how long she had been aware of her feelings about S & M. She explained that it went back to her childhood. When she was about thirteen years old, she became aware that her parents were involved in Bondage and Discipline activities. She would hear strange noises coming from their bedroom. This was late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. She would peek through the keyhole, and watched her father whip and torment her mother, forcing her to suck his cock, or some other forms of forced sexual activity. At first she thought her father was being cruel to her mother, but she soon realized that her mother was enjoying it tremendously. It soon became her habit to watch her parents, as she would finger her pussy to a climax. In the mornings, she very often could see rope marks on her mother’s wrists. She also noticed that her parents were very "touchy-feely" in the mornings after a night of S&M sex. It was as if they could not get enough of each other.

This all stopped suddenly when Jill was in high school. When she was seventeen, her father was killed in a boating accident. Both her and her mother was devastated. Even after they stopped dealing with his death, her mother never made herself available for another relationship. She missed her husband too much. It was as if no other man could excite her like her husband. Jill wanted to have the same kind of relationship as her mother had with her father. Jack was a wonderful master and Jill was convinced that she would do what ever Jack wanted of her.

Continued...

The Broker - Chapter Four

jezlady on Forced Stories

            Michael was often out of the suite, leaving Ren to her own devices. He brought her several documents to translate for him. She did her best to please him even though she knew he worked beyond the law. She finally decided if she was ever caught or confronted about what she was doing she could always fall back on the excuse that she did it to stay alive. Even though she now knew she would have done it if he’d asked her even if her life hadn’t been at stake.

           

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/span>Even though she was left alone all day she relished the time she spent with Michael in the evenings. They always had dinner together. Most of the time he cooked spectacular meals for the two of them, sometimes he brought take-out to the suite with him. Either way, the meals were always delicious to Ren. She was surprised and disappointed tonight when he brought take-out but it was enough only for one.

            “I won’t be staying for dinner this evening,” he explained. “We’re having a party for a group of our clients so I’ll be spending the evening downstairs.”

            “Oh, okay,” she replied as she accepted the meal he’d brought to her, her eyes downcast.

            “I’m sorry, Ren. I should have told you about it sooner.”

            “Why?” she asked with a laugh, heading toward the dining room. “You don’t report to me.”

            He watched her go knowing she was putting on a brave front. While he hated to see her hurt and lonely there was absolutely no way he could take her to this party. He shook his head and turned to make his way to his room to change into his tux. Ren was perched on the sofa with several documents spread around her when he re-emerged from his room.

            “If you need me for anything page me,” he said, stopping across from her.

            “Okay,” she replied without looking up.

            “Ren, I’m sorry.”

            “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Michael.” She finally looked up at him and sucked in her breath. God, he’s so handsome, she thought as she stared up at him.

            “I don’t expect you to wait up for me,” he said softly. “I don’t know how late I’ll be.”

            She shrugged and returned her attention to the papers strewn around her. Michael frowned as he left the suite. He didn’t understand why he felt troubled as he headed downstairs to the ballroom.

 

All through the long evening Michael smiled and made friendly small talk with his guests but his mind kept straying to the guest in his suite upstairs. Amy, finally exasperated with him, pulled him aside.

“Michael, is everything okay? Are you feeling well?” she asked.

“Everything’s fine,” he replied, startled by her actions. “Why?”

“You just seem preoccupied this evening.”

“We’re supposed to get a rather large shipment tomorrow. I’m not sure we have enough space to house them all.”

“We’ll be fine, Michael. I’ve gone over all the records myself. We have plenty of space. It’ll be a little crowded but that’s all. Quit worrying. You’re just borrowing trouble.”

“Yes, mother.” He smiled down at Amy and shoved her back into the crowd. “Have our guests been given any samples?”

“I have seven in the green room,” Amy replied.

“Good.” Michael patted her shoulder and moved away.

He watched their three newest customers carefully, following the around the room at a discreet distance. When one of the men finally headed toward the green room, Michael followed. He wanted to make sure the man was satisfied but he also didn’t want his assets harmed. Long ago he had learned that men new to this game could be rougher than necessary. He would not tolerate the mistreatment of his property for any reason. When he stepped into the green room he ignored the many acts going on around him and searched out the man he had followed. He found him in a back corner of the room.

The man has good taste, Michael thought as he watched his guest let his hands roam over a tiny brunette with large green eyes and full breasts. Her hands were locked together with padded handcuffs over her head. The chain short chain between the cuffs looped over a hook in the wall. A ball gag in her mouth displayed her pouty lips perfectly while they six-inch heels made her legs look splendid. The cuffs, ball gag and heels were all she wore. They were all a bright pink which matched the lipstick she wore perfectly. The guest’s hands roamed freely over her squirming body as he leered down at her.

Michael guessed the man to be around 5’ 9” while the buxom beauty was probably only 5’ 6” in her heels. The man loomed over her, letting his hands feel every curve of her body. He finally leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck then slowly bent his knees and let his mouth trail along her neck and chest until he finally found her nipple. He sucked lightly at first then opened his mouth wide over her tit. The man slid his lips back and forth over her boob several times then finally stopped at her nipple again. He must have bitten her because she squealed and jerked, trying to pull away from him. The man looked up at her as he slapped his hand across her round hips.

“Don’t worry, bitch, you’re not going anywhere. You’re all mine.”

The man bent down again and went to work on her other nipple. When she screamed behind the gag and tried to jerk away again, the man stood up and grabbed both nipples between his fingers. He squeezed hard, staring into her eyes.

“Stop squirming, you little whore,” he growled at her.

She grunted pleadingly at him and tried to pull away. He jerked his hands away from her, pulling her nipples painfully. Walking a few steps away he grabbed a large dildo from a nearby table and turned back to her. He had a determined look on his face as he approached her again.

“You think that hurt, bitch? You ain’t felt anything yet. You keep fightin’ me, I’ll shove this thing up your ass dry.”

Michael had seen and heard enough. He walked over to the young man and grabbed the large dildo from the man’s hand. The guest whirled around angrily.

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m playing with this bitch!”

“I’m the host,” Michael said evenly. “And you’ve overstepped the bounds. I will not tolerate cruelty. I’ll ask you once to leave.”

“What if I’m not done yet?”

Two large, burly men appeared instantly behind Michael.

“You’re done,” Michael said softly before turning around and walking away. He ignored the man’s shouts as the bouncers drug him out of the room. Michael stopped just before he reached the door then turned around and went back to the tiny brunette. He removed the ball gag from her mouth and stared down at her. She looked up at him in fear. “What’s your name?”

“Me’Lisa,” she whispered.

Michael let his eyes roam down over her naked form then back up again.

“How long have you been here?”

“One – one week.”

He stared at her a few more minutes the reached above her head to her hands. She felt his hands on hers then he lifted her arms, forcing her to stretch even more. He lifted her arms from the hook and dropped them in front of her but didn’t release his hold on her. Without saying a word he turned and led her across the room. She was afraid he would drag her out because his legs were so much longer than hers but he kept his stride short so she could easily keep up with him. When they left the room she could hear party noises and grew frightened thinking he was taking her to the party for everyone to use. Instead, he led her away from the sounds into a large office. He closed the door when they entered and led her to a chair in front of a large dark-colored desk.

The man released her hands long enough to cross the room to a closet and remove a coat. He returned to her side and draped the coat over her shoulders. It was much too large for her but at least it kept her warm. He wrapped the coat around her and tied the belt around her waist then motioned to the chair behind her.

“Sit.”

She did as he ordered and sat down in the leather armchair in front of the desk. He reached forward and pulled her arms from under the coat toward a small chain attached to the front of the desk. Quickly, he knelt in front of her and locked her handcuffs to the small chain.

“I’ll be back for you in a little while. Nobody will bother you here.”

“Thank you,” she whispered as he rose to his feet.

He started to walk away when she spoke. He stopped and turned back to her, looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

Michael left the office and returned to the party. He spent another hour mingling with his guests then went in search of Amy. He finally found her on the patio.

“Amy,” he called to her and watched as she separated herself from the group she was talking to and made her way to him. “I’m going upstairs now. Keep an eye on the newest customers and make sure they behave themselves. I’ve already had to remove one of them.”

“Yes, Michael. I will. Are you feeling ill?”

“No, I’m…a bit preoccupied,” he replied with a smile she was quite familiar with.

“I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed in the morning.” She returned his smile and gave him a knowing nod.

He turned away, heading for the office to retrieve his prize.

 

Ren lay awake in her room and listened to the sounds of the suite. She heard Michael return from the party and knew he was not alone. The muffled voices she heard told her someone was with him. Wondering when the visitor would leave so she could pretend to have an accidental encounter with Michael in the hallway, Ren was surprised when she heard the door to Michael’s bedroom open and close. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as she wondered who was with him.

Michael pulled Me’Lisa into his suite and closed the door quietly, trying not to disturb Ren. He led his captive beauty into the living room and told her to sit on the sofa. She sat silently, waiting for what would come next. He poured them each a glass of wine and turned to see her staring at him with eyes full of fear. He set the glasses on the low table in front of her and knelt next to her knees. Gently, he removed the spiked heels and let his hands roam up her legs to grasp her hands, clasped together in the handcuffs over her knees. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a key chain with master keys on it. Quickly, he released her hands from the handcuffs and laid them aside. He slipped the keys back into his pocket and handed her a glass of wine.

“How old are you, Me’Lisa?”

“Twenty-three,” she whispered.

He sipped his wine and stared at her.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked.

She swallowed hard and let her eyes slide from his face to the glass she held in both hands. He cupped her chin in his left hand and raised her head.

“Me’Lisa?”

“You – you frightened me.” Her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

“I won’t hurt you, Me’Lisa.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” she finally asked.

Michael studied her for several seconds. He slowly stood and moved to sit next to her on the sofa. She shivered when he sat down beside her. He was so close to her, he could feel her shiver.

“Me’Lisa, have you ever had sex?”

She stifled a sob and gripped the wine glass in her hands tighter. Michael reached over with his left hand and gently caressed her long dark hair.

“It’s okay, Me’Lisa. I’ll be gentle with you, I won’t hurt you.”

“Please…I don’t want –”

When she turned to look at him Michael covered her lips with his. He set his glass aside and took hers from her hands. That glass quickly found its way to the table as well. With his hands free, Michael pulled Me’Lisa to him. His left hand tangled in her long tresses while his right hand caressed and lightly pinched her nipples. Her stiff, tight muscles quickly relaxed under his expert touch. She slid down on the sofa and released a low moan. Michael pulled back to look down at her with a smile.

“Still afraid of me?” he whispered.

She nodded but her hands were busy with the buttons of his shirt. He laughed lightly and pulled her hands away.

“Not yet, pet.” He groaned softly when he stood up. He pulled her to her feet with him.

Staring down at her, he bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers again. He applied gentle pressure against her lips until they parted then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored its depths. His hands slid around and over her supple body. The fingers of his left hand played with her nipples while his right hand kneaded her hips, pushing her against his full, hard erection. Suddenly, he pulled away from her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her down a long hallway and into a room at the end. He carefully opened the door without setting her down then kicked it closed behind them. His long strides carried them to the large bed at the center of the room quickly. He placed Me’Lisa in the center of the bed then kicked his shoes off and joined her.

She lay on her back and stared up at him, her green eyes hooded with lust but still holding a hint a fear. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her naked body, letting his hips rest lightly against her pelvis. Staring into her eyes he reached down and ran his hands over her large breasts, kneading them tenderly. Her eyes slowly drooped closed and he leaned down to suck on her nipples, easing his body further down her shorter length. Her hands moved up to caress his face and her fingers slowly twined through his hair. When he pulled away from her tits he looked up to see her staring at him. He rested his elbows on either side of her shoulders and cupped her face in his hands.

“What?” he whispered.

“I don’t even know your name,” she replied softly, a tremor in her voice.

He smiled down at her and kissed her thoroughly.

“Michael,” he finally answered.

She gifted him with a timid smile. He kissed the corner of her mouth the covered her mouth with his, slipping his tongue between her lips again. His hands teased her nipples as his right leg slid between her legs. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt again and, this time, he didn’t stop her. She undid the buttons of the shirt and slid her hands inside, feeling the hardness of his chest. Her hands ran up over his shoulders and pushed his shirt down over his back. He shrugged the garment away without breaking their kiss.

Me’Lisa groaned into his mouth when his right hand slid between her legs and found her warm slit. He laughed lightly when he felt the wetness there. His mouth moved slowly down her neck to her latch on to her right nipple while the fingers of his left hand played with her left. His right hand teased her clit mercilessly then slid away, his fingers sliding inside her and teasing her there.

“Oh, God, please…” she cried.

“Please, what?” he asked innocently.

“Please, Michael,” she panted.

He returned his mouth to her nipple and his fingers pinched and teased her clit.

“Please, Michael, God, please…”

She squirmed under him, trying to push her hips up to make his fingers hit the right spot but he wouldn’t oblige her. He laughed wickedly and pulled away from her.

“No!” she cried. “Please, Michael…” She reached for him as he moved away to climb from the bed.

“I’ll be back, pet.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned and fell back onto the bed.

Michael quickly undressed and returned to her side. She grabbed him around the waist when he laid down next to her and pulled him to her.

“My goodness, Me’Lisa,” he teased. “I thought you’d never had sex before.”

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “You make me feel so wonderful.”

“Does that mean you aren’t afraid of me anymore?”

“Please, Michael…” She tried to kiss him but he held her at bay.

“What do you want, Me’Lisa?”

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Make love to me.”

He grabbed her wrists roughly and pulled her to him.

“I don’t make love to anyone, Me’Lisa.” The coldness in his voice awoke the fear in her. She stared at him with wide eyes. “I have sex.” He stared into her wide green eyes. “Is that what you want, Me’Lisa? Do you want to have sex with me?”

She worked her mouth but no sounds came out. When a tear crept from her eyes,  she thought for a moment he would strike her. Instead, he shoved her away from him and climbed from the bed. He stalked from the room and slammed the door as he left. She curled up in a tight ball and hugged herself, letting the tears come.

Ren heard the door slam and wondered what had happened. Should I go check, she wondered to herself. She battled with indecision for several long moments. Finally, she had to know what was going on. She got out of bed, grabbed a robe and slipped it on. She belted the robe around her then headed out into the rest of the suite. Slowly, she walked down the hallway, not sure what she would find. She had her head down watching her footing in the darkness and didn’t see Michael until she almost ran into him. They both stopped, pulled up short by running into the other. She certainly wasn’t prepared for running into him in the hallway when he was naked.

“Michael – I – I’m sorry. I heard the door – I thought something – I…I’m sorry.” She turned away in embarrassment and tried to flee back down the hall. Michael caught her arm and stopped her.

“It’s my fault, Ren. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Th – that’s okay,” Ren replied, trying to keep her eyes averted. “G-good night.”

She pulled free of his grasp and fled back to her room. When the door closed behind her she leaned against it, breathing heavily.

Michael watched Ren rush back to hide in her room. He hadn’t meant to wake her, he just wasn’t used to sharing his suite. He poured himself another drink and swallowed it in one gulp.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered to himself.

Setting his glass aside he turned and walked back to his room. When he closed the bedroom door and looked up he saw Me’Lisa huddled on the bed. Shaking his head at himself, he crossed the room and sat down next to her. She flinched when he laid his hand on her arm.

“Me’Lisa, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I’ve had a very long week and, unfortunately, I took it out on you. I’m sorry for that.”

She didn’t respond; she didn’t say anything or move. He sighed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her close, he rocked her gently and let his hands play through her hair. As she quieted he slowly began to kiss her head and cheek, eventually working his way to her lips. When she started to respond to his kisses he let his hands start to wander over her body again. She was soon moaning in his arms once more. Even if Michael didn’t make love, he certainly knew how to make a woman enjoy sex.

He pulled back the blankets and laid Me’Lisa on the sheets of his bed then climbed in next to her. His hands continually caressed her most sensitive parts. She screamed into climax gripping his shoulders and pulling him to her as he sucked her tits and pinched her clit. When it finally passes and she started to come down he moved on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance.

Michael’s expert hands started to play his companion again. She responded immediately, beginning to moan and gasp. He gently rubbed her clit and sucked on her nipples, getting her aroused. He slipped a finger inside her wet and slippery slit while he still teased her clit with another finger. A second finger soon joined the first inside her, then a third, then a fourth while he pressed against her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God, Michael, please,” Me’Lisa moaned. “I need it so bad.”

“Me’Lisa, I want to take you,” Michael whispered. “I want to enter you.”

“Yes! Please, yes!”

He nuzzled at her neck and pinched her nipples with his free hand.

“It’ll hurt when I break your hymen but only for a few minutes,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll make it worth the pain.”

“Please, Michael!” Me’Lisa wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer.

He slipped his prick inside her warm, wet slit and started to push. When he felt her hymen he stopped.

“No!” she cried. “Oh, God, it hurts but I want you!”

“I want you,” Michael said softly. “The pain won’t last, pet.”

He pushed again and felt her tighten against him. He waited until she relaxed again then shoved hard, breaking through the blockage and pushing into her velvet walls as far as he could. She screamed and pushed at him but he held her tight and waited for the storm to pass.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, God,” she whimpered.

When she quieted and he felt her relax again he started to move slowly in and out. She tensed again at first but then relaxed and started to move with him. His right hand slid down between them and worked on her clit again as he moved in and out of her, pushing deeper with each thrust. He could feel her orgasm building again and began to his own as well. He bent his head forward and nibble at her tits while he played with her clit and drove in and out, in and out. She curled her legs around his hips and grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him as her second orgasm overtook her. When she hit her peak he exploded inside her, filling her with his seed.

Solace, Chapter One--Revised.

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Louise Collier was an artist, and at 16, still very much an awkward teenager. Her body was not developing as fast as her mind, and this was among the many things which served to make her unpopular. She had a great tendancy to internalize everything, and when she didn't, she only externalized by talking to Katelyn, her best friend, or writing poetry. She was in no manner assertive and avoided all conflicts if possible. She hadn't quite lost the baby-pudge of her stomache, but she was relatively in shape--she had wide hips and fairly full breasts which she made no attempt to mask; she felt it was her one asset, and she had long ago made the decision that there should be at least one thing about herself to flaunt. Besides that, wearing low-cut shirts made her feel objectified; though she cons
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idered herself fairly feministic, it was a nice change from the day-to-day intellectual attention she recieved.

Lawrence McCade was to the unfamiliar eye a towering, frighteningly dark figure--deep brown eyes which could bore into a person's soul; black hair which always had the same kept part on the left side of his head; thin lips which rarely lifted into a smile; a once well-built body which had gone slightly softer with age. He was by no means an amiable person--this is the reason that, at fourty-two, his wife had left him and the four children they'd concieved together. This only served to make him unhappier and lonelier, and most neighbors and acquaintances shyed away from him for this reason--only one family, the Colliers, supported him through watching his children whilst he worked. They had four children as well, all of whom were roughly equal in age difference with his own young. The oldest were his daughter, Katelyn,15, and Louise, who had just turned sixteen. She stayed with Katelyn almost every day, either spending the night at her house or at Katelyn's. Louise couldn't get enough of Katelyn's house. Everything there was so fun--hot-dog cookouts and late-night slumber parties where the two and their siblings would stay up watching Unsolved Mysteries as long as they could to see if they'd have wild nightmares.

The only factor Louise wasn't crazy about was Lawrence . . . she always had the distinct feeling he didn't want her around. Moreover, he didn't seem like a very safe person. All the other Collier children thought he was wonderful. Perhaps they knew him better. She still couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding she had as she approached the McCade residence on a Friday afternoon in late November.

She was to meet Katelyn for a study session before their English exam, and Katelyn was having trouble understanding archetypes. She assumed Katelyn was already home, because the sun was falling behind the trees now, casting a pink-orange hue over the street, and an evening wind had begun to blow loose leaves from the Water Oaks in the front yard. Louise followed the path to the door and rapped her knuckles against it as hard as she could, though it barely made a sound. She paused; when no one came, she tried again, harder this time. A moment later the door swung open and Lawrence stood towering above her--she couldn't make out his face as the houselights weren't on.

"Hi . . . is Katelym home yet?" Louise rubbed her knuckles against the palm of her other hand.

"Louise--Come in--are you two doing something today" He stepped aside and she entered the house--her eyes easily adjusted to the dim room, and she put clasped her hands in front of her. She wore a long-sleeved black vee-neck shirt which crept very low on her chest and a knee-length silk skirt, also black.

Her feet tiwtched nervously in her heels. "Just studying."

"Oh. Well, she'll be back shortly. She's with her mom right now."

"Her--oh-" She shook her head. Katelyn hadn't seen her mother in years, so this was fairly surprising to Louise. This fact was obvious to the man before her.

" . . . She moved back to the States," he said, "just showed up this afternoon. To take them out to dinner. Sit down."

Louise didn't want to sit down--the situation felt very awkward, and she didn't like being alone with this man, but she obliged anyway, perching at the edge of the couch.

"That's surprising," Louise said, and tried to give him a sympathetic smile. He smiled back at her, and she thought maybe it was the first time he'd smiled in a while.

"So, I was making dinner for the girls. I guess we'll have to eat it, right?" He nudged his head towards te entrance to the kitchen. "Come on . . . it's Hamburger Helper."

A voice in Louise's head said *no*, whispering urgently. She wanted very badly to leave and go home. But she couldn't leave him here, couldn't deny his hospitality.

"Sure thing," she said.

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"Good?" Lawrence asked carefully as he took her dish from in front of her. "I modified the recipe a little, so it wouldn't taste, you know . . . like shit."

"Wonderful, thank you." Louise replied. Most of the dinner had been silent, awkward--she wished Katelyn would just get back, but felt guilty for thinking that--after all, she was with her mother . . . She looked up, and saw Lawrence staring down at her, his expression unreadable.

She paused, blushing, and tilted her head down slightly. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "was I staring?" His voice was intense, low, and his eyes were black. "It's just, you've grown up so."

"That's what time will do to you," she said quietly, and tried to laugh. It came out raspy. She heard the voice again in her head, pleading--*get up . . .leave . . .* and moved to get up.

"My parents must be worried. I better leave." She pushed herself up, not looking up, and almost slammed into him. He was blocking her exit.

"I don't think they're worried," he said, and his voice was low, and made her shiver. She felt a cold hand, huge, calloused, on her chin, and her head was lifted up towards his.

"There's no need to leave just yet."

"Please," Louise whispered. "I have to go . . " She found she couldn't look away from his eyes. She realized then that she never should have entered the house.

His hand left her chin to trail down her neck, her shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips, and then, very slightly, brushed against her left breast. She gasped. He was touching her. Her best friend's father . . . would he rape her? Would he hurt her? Every thought added to the tears that formed, making her eyes burn. She felt her nipples become erect, and she shuddered.

His whisper-touch turned into a grasp--he took the flash in his hand and squeezed as hard as he could, and she cried out softly. He leaned into her a little, and his eyes told her she wasn't going anywhere--then swiftly, he scooped her up in his arms and nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

The bedroom lights were off but she was familiar with the room--the large, inviting bed, always made. It no longer seemed so inviting to her as he tipped her onto it, tearing at her shirt until the fabric ripped and her green push-up bra was exposed. Louise couldn't find her voice to say a thing.

Lawrence hovered over her in the dark, and she could make out his panting face, his wide eyes.

"I've always wanted to do this. You're so young and beautiful. And you want it . . . you have to want it. Tell me you want it."

She was at a loss for what to do, but only for a moment--a swift smack across the face directed her on what to say. Gasping, crying now, she parted her lips and noddded quickly. "I--I want .. .it . . ." He growled and pushed her bra up over her breasts. They were fully exposed now, and the cool air only served to make her nipples more swollen, pebble-like; he took them both in his hands, pinched them hard and twisted them, and Louise gasped in evident pain--this was mixed with pleasure though, and she hated herself and her apparent confusion.

"I'll make you like it," he swore. "I'll make you . . ." And he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. They were so numb from the pain he'd inflicted that at first, she couldn't tell; the warmth began to spread though, and she could feel his tongue swirling around it as his other hand ccaressed the other gently, stopping now and again to run a single finger in the crease beneath her breast tantalizingly.

It felt good. She tried her hardest not to show this--she was still disgusted and terribly frieghtened. This was molestation, this was rape. But he was making it feel good, and her physical senses were trying desperately to overrule her psychological ones. Suddenly, without thinking, she parted her knees slightly. That was all he needed.

"Mhmm," he moaned, and slid a hand forcefully under her skirt--he immediately felt the heat, the wetness, and he laughed. "I knew it. I knew you wanted me, you little whore." Tears welled in her eyes, and he took her legs and spread them forcefully, pushing her skirt up to her waist and pulling down her white panties.

She was exposed now, and she whimpered as he unzipped his pants and wriggled out of them and of his boxers. She saw his erection and gasped . . . she'd never actually seen a penis before, and it struck her as far too big to fit inside her body. Lawrence took the tip of his erection and pressed it against the opening to Louise's heat--she was sure he could feel her shivering.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Little Louise? I'm here to change that. I'll teach you to make Love. I'm going to teach you now . . ." He plunged into her, stopping briefly at her barrier--he was lubricated, but she'd never experienced such pain before and she couldn't even scream--she was being impaled.

Then he pushed through all the way, creating a stabbing pain in her abdomen, and stayed stationary inside her for a moment, shuddering. "You're so tight, oh, Jesus, you're so hot and tight." He stroked her face. "Doesn't that feel good, baby? Doesn't it make you feel whole? Don't you want to fuck?" When she didn't say anything, he began to pull out and rammed into her again--he took her ankles and placed them on each shoulder, and braced her arms over her head with one of his hands. Then he took his other hand and dragged it down her body, through her thick curls to her clitoris.

He gently rubbed it in a circular motion "Talk to me." She lay there for a moment, wondering what to do. The truth was, his hand on her clit felt so good--she felt so good. She felt dirty, and she liked the conrol he had over her. She liked the pain he was causing. He continued to rub her clit.

"Talk to me," he said again, more forcefully. "Tell me you're a whore."

"I'm a whore," she repeated, and to his surprise she arched her back into him slightly. "I'm such a dirty whore . . . please teach me a lesson. Punish me. Make love to me."

He groaned, and began the rythm of his hips, in and out, grimacing.

"Please, please . . . " she gasped, pushing her hips into him. "Fuck me. Treat me like the little slut I am. I'm so hot for you, so hot and wet . . . fuck me raw. Come inside me."

He began pushing into her harder--the pain was excruciating, so good--ripping into her, massaging her clit furiously, squeezing her knees together with an ankle on eacch shoulder. She could feel it building up now; he was going to orgasm inside her.

"Please, please daddy," she cried, "Come inside me! Oh, God, yes . . ." When he came, she felt it hitting the deepest parts of her, and the sensation causes her walls to shake and contract violently. She screamed, and he pulled out quickly.

His eyes had become frantic looking, and his breathing was heavier now than during the sex. He pushed her legs off him. He must've known she wouldn't tell anyone, because he didn't tellher not to--he simply puled his pants back on and, averting her eyes, said "Find one of Katie's shirts to wear. Use the back door." He scrambled into the master bath and slammed the door, leaving her gasping for breath, naked on his bed, covered in sweat.

Her mind was reeling. She burst into tears, wondering if she'd actually done this. She was in too much pain to move, and too much pain not to move. Sobbing, she ran out of the room.

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To be continued . . .

This is the first in a series about Lawrence's and Louise's affair . . . maybe even someone else? This will contain a little bit of everything, but for its general purpose I'm moving into the teen section.

Next chapter--Lawrence deals with a guilty conscience while Louise tries in vain to control her newfound lust. A kinky time will be had!

Attitude Adjustment

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 OK! So, here's one for you. My best friend and I grew up together, as a lot of best friends do, but in my parents home, we were taught to be more compassionate, tolerant, and accepting of other people, cultures, heritage, and what not. Julia was shorter than me, and much heavier, especially in the hips and thighs. She stood about four foot eight, and weighed somewhere close to 160 pounds, with shoulder length, blonde hair she kept permed most of the time, and soft blue eyes. Julia had a ruff life for the most part. She was born with thyroid problems for starters which helped to add to her weight problem. Her mother and dad had divorced and she got caught in the middle of a violent custody battle over her, when she was younger. Then she married at a very early age to a guy
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that was much older than she was. He became abusive to her and caused her to miscarry a pregnancy, before he left her.
  Despite all of these set backs, she went on, and I eventually helped get her a job where I worked. It was a great place to work, and there were always a lot of new people. We threw parties just for our work group and friends quiet often, many Julia did herself. She didn't drink often, but she drank excessively when she did, then she would take more than great pride in showing off her tattoo...which just happened to be on the inner part of her left breast. Anyway, we were having a party to celebrate the end of the peak season, and the great job we all had done getting through it. It was to be at Julia's house at the end of the week. One night while we were working, a black guy we both knew, and had worked with for a while, playfully slapped her on her butt as he walked by. Julia became outraged immediately, and almost got the guy fired for it.
 Later, that same week, another (African-American) female friend and I were talking, when Julia came up. I just happened to ask her about what happened, and she went into hysterics complaining about the guy slapping her on her ass. Then, as she turned and was walking away from us, she remarked, "I will never let a black man touch me and get away with it!" Unfortunately, the other girl also heard her remark. This is when I realized I didn't know as much of my friend as I though I did. When the night of the party came, everyone showed up, and things were going great. The music was blasting, people were enjoying themselves, and the games we had set up to play, even the food was outstanding.
 The young lady who was their when Julia made her remark suddenly pulled me to the side, "Look! The brothers are going to get a hold of Julia's ass tonight. They all like you a lot, and said they would be willing to let you stay, but only if you want to. They asked me to tell you ahead of time, and if you want to go, now might be the best time to leave. So, after its done, you can claim ignorance to it, and have an alibi." I didn't want this to happen, and I felt for Julia, but I remembered her callous remark, not to mention I felt interested as well and somewhat honored by them allowing me to stay, so I consented to stay, but not to take part in any way. She smiled and said, "Good! I'll tell them. Just be cool and watch, OK?" She left, and I began to follow Julia, watching her from a distance, while being careful not to let her know I was. She was already lit, and steadily drinking more. Before the party had started, she was wearing a loose fitting, black top, black, knit stirrup pants, white, slouch socks, charcoal gray tights, and her black Reeboks. By now she had already shed her shirt, and shoes, and was now in a black bikini top barely covering her C cup chest, pants, and socks.
 I noticed a group of the black men going around talking to the white party guests, who would soon after, leave. I have no clue what they would tell them, or say to them, but they apparently got the message, and soon I was the only white person there, besides for Julia, herself. As this was going on, I also noticed that a couple of the black guys were hovering around the table with the drinks. One of them pulled out a plastic tube, and poured a liquid into a drink. He stirred it up quickly, then another guy picked it up and took it to Julia. She was already three sheets in the wind, and hadn't noticed that there were no longer any white people at the party, besides for herself, and I. I couldn't help but giggle as she threw the drink back, gulping it down almost completely in the first swallow, as she continued doing things, paying no mind to anything around her.
 After a few minutes had passed, she began to wobble more than normal, and I would see her put a hand to her head, before taking another drink. "Its time, lets see how open to suggestions she is now from a black man." , I overheard one of the guys at the table of drinks said to the others. I sat down in a lawn chair and watched the events unfold. One of the guys began following her around the yard. I couldn't get exactly what he was saying, but it had something to do with a bet he had made with another guy, and he hammed up how he would feel ashamed if he didn't win the bet, and how simple, and easy it would be for him to win. Julia constantly kept telling him no, then would try to walk away, but he would follow her begging her like a child, until she finally consented. She leaned on the wood stairs that lead up to the above ground pool, and took off her socks, handing them to him. He thanked her with a big grin, and walked back to the table, as Julia stood shirtless, and almost barefoot, except for her stirrup pants, and her gray tights.
 I always though Julia was very pretty, and though she was pear shaped, she always looked somewhat attractive to me. I even found her chubby toes rather adorable, though you could only see the outline of her big toe's nail, I could imagine them painted rose red, as Julia normally kept them. I began to wonder if the guys knew she wore a toe ring on the second toe of her right foot? Probably not, nor do I think they cared, because it wasn't the little personal things they cared about, nor was that what they were after. The guy came back to the table, and said as he laughed," Yea, she's ready!" The young lady then approached me and told me to go stand in the kitchen, be quiet and just watch. I made my way into the kitchen of Julia's house, as the young lady had instructed me to do. It was dark, with no lights on, but some filtered in the doorway that lead to the living room. The guys came in shortly after I did, and began moving the furniture from the center of the living room. A few minutes later, the young lady came in leading Julia, as she was all but falling down from drinking, and probably from the concoction they had slipped her.
 The guys had went into the hallway before the young lady lead Julia in, and waited for the young lady's sign. She got Julia to the center of the living room, and laid helped her lay down on the floor. She tried to get Julia to lay on her back, with a sweet, convincing, tone in her voice, but Julia wouldn't do it. Julia kept saying she would get sick if she laid on her back, so she laid on her stomach instead. The young lady sat on the floor beside Julia for a while, then feeling safe, she spoke to Julia who did not reply. The young lady stood up, stepping over Julia's unconscious body to her feet, reached down picking up her legs by her ankles, then she slid the stirrup off both of Julia's heels, and let her legs fall to the floor. Julia didn't make a sound, as she was out cold. The young lady motioned for me, and I stepped in the lighted doorway that separated the kitchen and living room. She raised a finger to her lips, telling me to stay quiet, as she stood and went to the hallway. She beckoned the guys to follow, letting them know Julia was out, and ready to be taken. They filled into the living room, one after another, completely nude, except for ski masks. Though I knew them all pretty well, I could not even tell who was who.
 None of us spoke a word, and they seemed to totally ignore my presence, as they gathered around Julia. A couple of them sat down on the furniture, as the others got started. One guy moved over Julia's thigh, grasping the top of her pants, and pulled them off, then he stood and moved away tossing them at one of the other guys, then the next knelt down over her, above her thighs, and pulled her tights off. He looked at me, and though I couldn't see his mouth, I knew he was smiling, and he tossed them to me. I looked around in total surprise, but no one else was even batting an eye in my direction, so I quickly balled them up and shoved them in my pocket. The young lady moved about the room with a camera taking pictures of ever step they were taking, as another guy straddled Julia and took off her panties. He tossed them on an end table close to him, and looked around the room as he pointed constantly at himself, letting them know he was taking them as his prize.
 He was hung like I had never seen before, but they all seemed very well endowed. He stood, and spread Julia's legs out to the side, then got down on his knees between her legs, grabbing the top of her hips, pulling her up on her knees in a dog style position. She came into position without so much as a whimper. The man began to massage her clit with his finger, getting her wet. After a few minutes, he raised up, keeping a hand on her hip, grabbing his rod and began to rub it in her slit, as the young woman orbited them, making sure to get some close-ups, of her naked twat being played with and made hot by a black man. He then began to push it inside, as she moaned softly. He seemed to be having problems when he said in a low tone laughing as he spoke, "Damn this bitch is tight, I don't know if its going to fit or not." He placed his other hand on the other side of her hips, and pushed. Suddenly Julia's body shifted forwards, as she made a slight grunting sound, and the guy exclaimed softly as he slid deep inside her warm cunt. Julia's body began to easy back as the guy looked down at her. He raised up, leaning a little forwards over her, and began working her. He would push her ass slowly forward and upwards as he would arch his back away from her, then pull her back hard as he would simultaneously arch his back towards her, like a well rehearsed dance.
 I wondered what it must feel like as I watched him proceed to have his way with her. I would have to stifle my laughter as Julia would let out an occasional moan or groan and her limp arms laying astride her would slightly bounce, when he would shove his snake deep inside her womb. The longer he went the harder and faster he would go, while the young woman kept taking pictures of it all, making sure to get close ups on Julia's kat hungrily gobbling up the black meat it was being fed. Soon the guy tilted his head back, as one of the others said rather loudly, "Pull out!" Followed by another one remarking in about the same tone, "Nah! Blow yer load in dat' bitch! If she gets pregnant, who cares." I started to speak up, but then I remember my place was only token, so I remained quiet, as the guy doing Julia suddenly pulled her hips tightly against himself, letting go of his juice deep inside of her. I watched her leg muscles twitch and flinch, and her cute red toes draw up for a moment then slowly relax, telling me she had orgasm as well.
 The next three guys followed the same scenario, then the fifth guy said, "Ya'll can hit that all ya want, but its time to tap that big ass!" As we laughed about it, he slid into her a couple of times to get his shaft wet, then he began forcing it into her anus. "She ain't going to be so anal retentive when I'm done with it!" The guy said as Julia let out a deep sighing breath of pain. The guy grunted and strained as he pushed trying to penetrate her, as Julia moaned and softly let out an occasional sob of pain. Finally, one of the others threw the guy a bottle of KY Jelly, so he rubbed it all over his cock, then around her orifice, and went back to gain entry into her rear. He pushed, and pushed, and strained, as Julia continued to just let out moans of pain, until the guy finally went deep into her bowels. As he penetrated, Julia's whole body seemed to shift violently forward. I felt rather sorry for her, but I couldn't help but giggle with delight as she was getting hers...in the end, literally.
 Ten black studs unloaded inside of Julia that night, through one hole or another. By the time the night was through, Julia laid flat on her back, spread eagle, with her womb so full of jizz it was swollen out. Jizz, mixed with blood, and KY Jelly ran from both of the holes in her lower half. Several rolls of film told the story, more than completely, and as the night ended, everyone went their own ways, swearing to keep it a secret, leaving her laying there on the floor. As for Julia, she was mysteriously missing from work for the next week, and I could never reach her by phone. When I finally did see her again, neither of us made mention of that night. After sometime, we drifted somewhat apart as friends, I don't know if it was because of what happened and/or what she knew or remembered of it or not. I seen her a couple of times after that though, one night in a late night restaurant with a black guy. Then again, about seven months after the party, and she was clearly with child. I laughed despite myself in hind sight of it all, and now I knew she had somewhat of a change of attitude towards others.