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The Education of Amy

xerox on Forced Stories

My wife Amy is 5’8” tall and a trim 125 lbs. She has long wavy brown hair, pale skin, green eyes and curves in all the right places. We had been married almost ten years and our sex life, never very adventurous to begin with, had diminished greatly despite my desires. Dual careers and social obligations had all taken their toll but it really seemed that Amy had just lost interest in “the same old thing”. That was all about to change.

Late one night we were soundly sleeping when I was startled by a noise in our bedroom. Turning on the light I was surprised to see a man at the foot of the bed. He wa

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s holding a gun. He appeared to be very muscular in a tight t-shirt and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. He said his name was Dan and in a very chilling voice said we were going to have some fun tonight. Amy and I were terrified.

Dan ordered us out of bed. I felt self conscious standing there naked but there was nothing I could do. Amy trembled and asked the man what he wanted. Dan walked over to her and pulled a knife from his pocket. Still pointing the gun at me, he deftly sliced the straps on my wife’s nightgown. It fell to the floor exposing her wonderfully firm, 34C breasts and large upturned pink nipples, flat belly and nicely rounded ass. Two more cuts and her panties were also on the floor. Amy’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed and Dan stood back to admire her. I wanted to protect my wife but felt helpless. Dan had the gun and besides, he looked too strong to overpower. With a wicked grin he said we had work to do.

Standing behind Amy murmuring his approval, he reached out his free hand and ran it over the curves of her gym-toned ass. Then he stepped closer and bent his arm around her body and cupped her breasts one at a time in his big hand, pausing long enough to circle each large areola until her nipples came to full attention. From there he let his hand drift down across Amy’s belly and into her bush where he proceeded to lightly trace the outline of her pussy lips with his fingers. Amy had closed her eyes when this all began and I swear I heard her let out a tiny moan at this brazen stimulation.

After a few minutes of this teasing Dan played his own version of good-cop, bad-cop. He said “I think I need to get your attention lady” then sat on the bed, put Amy over his knee and proceeded to spank her ass . . . hard. I could see the stinging blows bring tears to my wife’s eyes. Once her un-tanned white skin was covered with his handprints, Dan gruffly told my wife to get down on all fours in front of him on the edge of the bed. Still smarting from the spanking, Amy did as he said. Even though I was frightened, I couldn’t take my eyes off my naked wife in such a vulnerable position. I thought Amy was scared too because she was kneeling motionless and staring straight ahead with her eyes opened wide. As I followed her gaze I saw she was actually staring at Dan. He had un-zipped his pants and exposed the largest cock I had ever seen. Even flaccid it was at least six inches long and 1½” thick. Stepping closer to Amy, Dan ordered her to take him into her mouth and said “you better be good at this”. Although Amy had rarely performed this act on me, she complied. In short order Dan’s cock had grown to what must have been a full nine inches long and at least 2” thick. Even though I was scared, the sight of my wife’s mouth and tongue moving sensuously up and down this huge shaft caused me to get aroused. While being serviced by Amy, Dan apparently noticed my more modestly endowed 7” hard-on and motioned me with his gun to get behind Amy. She had never allowed me to try this position before, but of course she was unable to argue – or even speak – with such a large prick in her mouth. As I placed my hands on Amy’s reddened ass and gently entered her pussy I noticed that she was quite wet. Was she turned on by this animal act? Dan told me to push harder and with each stroke I forced Amy’s mouth deeper onto Dan’s giant cock until she was nearly taking it all in. In a few minutes I came, but Dan was still going strong.

Removing his still-throbbing cock from Amy’s mouth, Dan told her to be quiet and not to move a muscle. My wife complied and the only movements were her breasts swaying gently back and forth because of her heavy breathing. Her erect nipples seemed to vibrate in time to her rapid heartbeat. Dan commanded me to trade places with him. As he walked by Amy’s side he reached underneath her tits and used her nipples to wiggle her breasts back and forth. This caused Amy to let out a yelp of pain but nonetheless it made her nipples harder and longer than I had ever seen them before. As he moved around to Amy’s exposed pussy she started to object but Dan slapped her hard on her already tender ass and said: “Shut up bitch, you’re going to love this. Now suck on your husband’s dick!” Without further protest, Amy meekly took me in her mouth as Dan entered her from behind. The sight of a stranger slamming his enormous cock into my previously frigid wife again and again and again was strangely exciting to me. I could actually hear Dan’s giant balls each time they slapped Amy’s ass. This, and my wife’s new-found skill at sucking cock, caused me to get another erection. Horrible as this invasion was, there was a dark corner of my mind that was secretly smug about the position Amy was in. As long as we had been married she was always the one to say “no” to my advances. Once-a-month missionary sex was about all she would consent to. Now here she was sucking off one guy while getting boned from the rear by a monster cock – an act she most certainly never envisioned for herself.

 

I was losing myself in the moment when I realized Amy was shuddering with multiple orgasms. Apparently a huge cock splitting her pussy was just the thing to get her off. This caused me to lose my load into her mouth, and like a subservient 1950’s wife she swallowed every drop. Dan continued to pound away while fingering Amy’s clit. Far from gently swaying, Amy’s tits were now violently rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust from Dan’s battering ram. Since he hadn’t climaxed yet he told me to fondle the bouncing mounds of flesh. “And don’t be gentle, this bitch likes it rough!” he barked while continuing to thrust deep. I couldn’t believe it but as I squeezed and rubbed my wife’s breasts and toyed with her nipples with both hands I could sense she was cumming yet again. This was her fourth orgasm of the night, and as she let out another involuntary moan of pleasure Dan too exploded into her steaming hot pussy.

 
At that point Dan decided he wanted Amy all to himself so he removed some rope from his bag, tied me up and set me in a chair in the corner. I couldn’t move but I was made to face the bed, so apparently I was expected to enjoy the view. Because the threat of violence was still very real, Amy was compelled to satisfy Dan’s every wish – and he had a lot of wishes.

Judging by the amount of time he spent fondling, kneading, kissing and sucking on her tits, Dan had the same fascination with them as I. They were swollen to at least a D-cup now and her nipples were longer and harder than I had ever seen them – at least ½” long and as big a round as my finger. No doubt they had to be sore from all the abuse but the only indication was her redder and harder than normal nipples as Amy did not complain at the attention. In fact, she actually seemed to enjoy it as Dan climbed on top of her and put his mammoth rod between her tits and gave her her first ever pearl necklace. She then proceeded to gently cup his baseball-sized sack in one hand and to squeeze his cock from base to tip and lick up every last drop.

 

Next, Dan got out a razor and shaved off all Amy’s pubic hair. Then he went down on her with his tongue, caressing her labia and clit until she came yet again. Watching Amy writhe with pleasure while another man’s tongue darted in and out of her now-smooth pussy got me excited anew and I had the woody to show for it. I think Dan took pity on me throbbing helplessly into the air and sent Amy to my chair with orders to jerk me off. Up close I could see her nipples were still rock hard and almost purple from their prolonged excited state, her face was flushed and her nubile-looking bare pussy was glistening. Amy stared into my eyes while she yanked my cock and as I shot my load all over the room I could tell that she was having the experience of her life.

 

After this short break Dan was ready to go again. Telling Amy to stroke and caress his cock and balls he had another mammoth erection in no time. The man was insatiable! Then, Dan had Amy assume several different positions for his cock-pounding enjoyment. The only one they didn’t try was our bog-standard missionary position. I saw Amy bent and impaled in more ways than I could imagine – from the reverse cowboy to having her ass high in the air I watched as they each had several more orgasms. The last was with Amy on top, resting her hands on Dan’s chest while he lifted her up and down the length of his huge cock.

 

As a final gesture, Dan made Amy come over and get me off with one concluding blow job. It was honestly the most exquisite of my life. Rather than the quick ones I had gotten on the occasional birthday or anniversary in the past, Amy really took her time and slowly brought me to an earth-shattering climax.

 

Afterwards Amy practically collapsed on the bed. Having been worked over by a real cocksman for the past six hours, she was totally spent and couldn’t have crawled off the bed if it was on fire. As the sky was brightening on the horizon, Dan tied Amy on the bed and prepared to leave. Before departing he had one last go at her, parting the swollen red lips of her bald pussy with the head of his cock and thrusting repeatedly until spurting a final load. Though weary beyond belief, Amy responded with her tenth orgasm of the night.

 

After checking to make sure her bonds weren’t too tight, Dan ran his hands tenderly over Amy’s well-used pussy, kissed her breasts and sucked both nipples one last time. Though nearly passed out from exhaustion Amy managed two titty hard-ons and a weak smile. Dan wordlessly packed his things and left the room.

 

What had started as a frightening criminal act had turned into a deeply erotic and ultimately freeing experience.

 

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"

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.