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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"

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.

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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!

My first

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About 2 years ago I was 16. I had just got home from school and I was jacking off like normal. Well my dad wasn't do home for about an hour and my mom was at a party with her co-workers. So I decided to have some of my friends over. Well 3 of them came over out of the 4 I called. There was Tyler(My best friend), Bubba Camp(He lived next door), and my older brother Josh(he moved out that year). Well they came over and we were watching T.V and we saw this fucked up commercial about "GAY MEN". We thought that was just sick and every "GAY MAN" should be shot... Well My friend Tyler started to feel my arm. I thought he was fuckin around. Then Bubba started to rub
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my leg. My own brother started to take off my shirt... Then they all came out at once and said we all are BI and you will be here soon. I was trying to get away and screaming for help. But it didn't work. They had me stripped down and they were holding me down while they got undressed. I was hoping my dad would come home early but it didn't look like he was... They all got undressed and started to stroke their dicks. I was still trying to get up but they wouldn't let me. Finally I felt some kind of cream go in my ass. Then a fingure went into my ass with a numbing cream on it. It felt weird but at the same time good. Then I saw tme all put a condom on. My brothe Josh was 18 and had a 13 inch dick... From the looks of it Bubba had a smaller but wider dick. Then came Tyler, He had the smallest of them all. He came up behind me and rubbed his dick on my ass hole. The next thing I kno is he shoved it straight in my ass. I screamed. He started goin back and forth... After 10 minutes of hell next came Bubba... He shoved his dick in with out hesitation. He pushed his all the way in and I fucking screamed at the top of my lungs. He pulled out and sat down next to me. They told me to stand up. So I did and then they pushed me down on him and his dick went right into my ass. I started to cry as they picked me up then did it again for a couple minutes. Then Bubba pushed me off. I laid there motionless then Josh came up behind me and started to fist my ass... He did that for a long time... Then I felt his dick slowly creep in my ass... He pushed it in... He said he would not stop pushing til it all went in... About an hour later he had it all the way in and was fucking the hell out of me. I was enjoying it now... I was actually jacking off the other two while Josh was fucking me. Then all of a sudden my dad walks in. He just stopped at the door and started as I was holding two dicks and taking one in my ass... He laid down his brief case and walked over to me. He said "Do you like it?" As soon as he finished I was like "YES!" He smiled... He pulled down his pants and out came a dick like no other.... It was all muscle... I starred at it... Then he told me to have fun with it.... My brother grabbed my head and forced me to suck my dad's dick... So I did. He started to moan and I just kept going. Then Josh said "OH GOD". He pulled out his dicked and pulled my head towards him and he shot a load right into my face... Then My dad put me in a head lock. I was wondering why.... Then he shoved his dick in me.... I could feel it in my stomach. Then he pulled out and pushed in. Then again and again... About 4 hours later he pulled out and then pulled me back on his dick and shot his cum all in my ass. By then Bubba and Tyler shot their load in my hands.... I was feeling so good, yet so sick... Then for no reason I started to lick all the cum of their dicks... It tasted so good.... Then I ate what was on my hands and face.... Then they put their clothes on and left... It was so weird but I loved every bit of it... Ever since then I have not had anal sex.... I would love to do it once more in my life... If you live close to me I will gladly let you have your way with me..... Trenton, GA is where I live... Please e-mail me at benzinspace@yahoo.com..... If you would like to fuck me....