The next morning, I woke up and went to the office to check on my girl. She was sitting on the bed, awake but with a vacant stare. After seeing her like this, I turned on the voice distorter and spoke into the intercom. I said, “I hope you slept well last night. I am sure that you are hungry but that will have to wait until later. You made your choice, and while it wasn’t a good one, it was yours to make. You were punished and now you must wait for food.&
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nbsp; However, being the person that I am, I will give you a choice. Comply with my next request, and receive something to eat sooner, or don’t and wait until it’s been 24 hours. The choice is yours.” Rochelle thought about this for a moment and spoke out saying, “Ok, I will obey you. I am so hungry.” I replied, “Ok, your instructions will come shortly.”
On a tray, I placed a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a note telling her to put the cuffs on and connect them to the pair hanging from the ceiling after blindfolding herself. After I pushed the tray through, I walked to the room and watched as my toy followed my instructions. With that, I activated a winch, slowly raising her until she was on her tiptoes. When I walked in to the room, there was a beautiful sight that I was left in awe of. The object of my desire was standing there in front of me, and she had no idea who it was that was doing this to her. I got close to her and blew on her nipples. Rochelle started to cry, begging me to let her go. I just shushed her and rubbed her back. I had brought in some canned whipped cream and a riding crop as well as other toys in a bag with me.
I set down the cream and walked behind her, dragging the small piece of plastic along her body. Rochelle began to cry, “Why are you doing this? Please don’t hurt me? I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” Tired of hearing her beg, I brought back the crop and struck her on her left tit. She let out a scream, and begged for me to stop. I hit her again, this time on her right tit. I hit her square on her erect nipple (I kept the room very cool). Rochelle kept screaming, and I have to admit, I began to get a little hard. Being in control was hot and I loved it. I stopped for a second, letting her think that I was done, and then brought it down, on her ass. I continued to punish her small ass until it started to bleed slightly. As she hung there, sobbing quietly, I put down the crop and pulled out some rope from my bag, securing her with some rings, spread eagle to the floor.
I took a step back to admire my work, and then went in to tease her a little. I dropped to my knees, right in front of her tight pussy, and blew some air on it. She whimpered a little and said, “Please don’t do this.” She could ask all that she wanted, but soon enough, she would be mine. I picked up the can, stood up, and put the nozzle to her lips. I sprayed some whipped cream on her lips. At first she didn’t know what it was, but she licked her lips and took some in. After, I started to spray it on her nipples, her stomach (around her belly button), and all over her pussy. As I applied the cream to her body, she started to fidget, as if she were nervous about what was to come. Starting at the top, I slowly and deliberately licked the sweet cream off of her body. By the time that I reached her second nipple, her body began to betray her, and she started to secrete juices from her cunt.
She was leaking so badly, the cream began to slide down her thighs. So I picked up the pace, I really wanted to have a taste of her sweet pussy anyways. As I approached her most sacred of areas, she began thrusting her hips forward as if to seek out my mouth. At first, I teased her by licking around her thighs. I would get close to her lips, but not quite touch them. Finally, after what seemed like hours (especially to me), I took two fingers and spread her labia apart. Rochelle groaned a little, her body betraying her will to keep from losing control. As I licked her, her clit began to grow slightly, seeking further stimulation from my tongue. I flicked it once, and she shuttered slightly. After a few seconds, I flicked it again. I repeated this process about 5 times, teasing her. Then I increased my attack on her button, taking it in my mouth, sucking it, giving it the attention that it desired. Breathing heavily, Rochelle begged me, “Please stop. I can’t take it. I’m…I’m…I’m gonna….” With that, Rochelle let out a long moan that originated from deep within her throat. I primal noise that showed that she lost all control of her body. As her juices flowed from her now swollen pussy, I let it all accumulate in my mouth.
With juices in my mouth, I stood up and gave her a deep kiss, forcing her to taste the juices in my mouth. Then, without warning, as we were locked in our kiss, I took off her blindfold. When she saw who it was that was forcing her to feel what she was feeling, her jaw dropped. There was a look of confusion mixed with bewilderment that is hard to describe. Once again I went for a kiss. At first she tried to keep from my lips, but I began rubbing her sensitive pussy and her will melted. She kissed back and showed no signs of resistance to my manipulations. Once I was done kissing her, I left the room, grabbed a tray of food (a full breakfast) and the keys to the handcuffs. I returned, left the food on the floor. I then left the room, closed the door and locked up again. When I went to the office, I lowered Rochelle and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing slightly to herself. After about 10 minutes, she came to. She found the key, freed herself from both the cuffs and the leg restraints, and looked at the food. She just had a vacant stare as she tried to assimilate all the information that was thrown at her in such a short amount of time. After about 15 minutes, she began to eat. Once she was done, she went to the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter 4
Rochelle had been sleeping for about 4 hours when I walked into her room, carrying a bag. She must have been exhausted, as she didn’t even stir when I closed the door. Once inside, I locked the door to prevent any escape that may be attempted. Before she had a chance to wake up and react, I grabbed her by her waste, flipped her over and sat on her back. I handcuffed her hands behind her back. She was struggling to free herself, but she was no match for my size and strength. All during her struggle, she screamed, “Get off me you bastard! How can you do this to me? Don’t you care about me?” Obviously I didn’t make much head way with breaking her will. After a while though, she had resigned herself to the current situation and just lay there.
Once I was sure that she would remain calm, I got off her, took a blindfold and a piece of duct tape from my bag. I put the blindfold on and put a small amount of duct tape over it to ensure that it wouldn’t slip. After I finished, she said, “Why the blindfold you fucker? I already know who you are!” My goal in doing this, unbeknown to her, was to keep her oblivious as to my surprise. To think that I was going to get to enjoy myself with someone with such a great body and tight pussy, I almost blew my load right then and there. Once I came to, I calmed myself, thinking “All in due time.” I pulled out the special panties that I had purchased from the store a few days prior. They are a special kind that cover the pussy, but leave the asshole exposed. On top of that, they had a remote control that caused them to vibrate over her clit. When I tried to put them on, Rochelle kicked my hard in the chest. In a split second, I reached out and backhanded her across the face, ending the struggle. I put on the panties and I pulled out another pair of handcuffs. I turned her body so her ass was sticking out from the side of the bed and locked her to the other side of the bed frame with the handcuffs. I left the room, but not before activating her panties and putting them on low. I came back with some lube and the three butt plugs I had purchased. After inserting it into her virgin ass, I left the room for about 15 minutes. I repeated this process until she had the large, 1.5-inch ass plug in her. Every time I placed one in, she would cry out in pain. If only she knew what was in store for her next.
I left the final plug in her for about an hour, wanting her to be stretched out for what was to come. When I came back in, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was laying face down, wiggling that little ass, with cum just dripping down her legs. I guess the mixture of the pleasure from the panties and the pain from the plug was just too much for her small body to take and she came.
Leaning over her, I asked Rochelle, “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Now remember, either way you are getting ass-fucked. Its all your choice.” Rochelle replied, “Fuck me? FUCK YOU! Why would I want you anywhere near me?” I answered, “Is that your final answer? Remember, you need to choose wisely. Everything you do here and now will affect you for the coming days. Either way you will experience pleasure beyond what you had last night.” Rochelle then said, “Screw you asshole.” I replied, “Very well, you have made your choice.” I then left the room.
I had a surprise for Rochelle. She had always talked with her girlfriends about what it would be like to do certain forbidden acts. Threesomes, orgies, bondage, anal, you name it. I knew that she had never experienced anything of that nature before because of her willingness to save herself. Well, I was going to help her in her experiences. Often times, I would notice her looking at Buck, my 5-year-old mastiff. She would see his 10” cock come out of its sheath, get a wide-eyed look and then turn her head away to feign disgust. Some times, I would catch her rubbing his belly and “accidentally” rub his cock. Well today she would get a first hand experience in getting fucked “doggy style.”
I guess Rochelle didn’t hear me come in because she was shocked when I pulled out the plug and shoved the tube of lube up her ass. She squirmed around, trying to get it out of her, but she wasn’t in any position to do anything. After emptying about a third of its contents into her, I pulled out the tube and slapped her on the ass hard enough to leave a nice handprint on her tight rear. I left the room and soon came back with Buck on a leash.
Buck immediately looked up, smelling her pussy in the air. I unattached his leash and he went right for her. After sniffing her crotch, Buck gave her a nice long like from the top of her pussy, to the end of her ass crack. Ro immediately froze in place. Once it had dawned on her that it wasn’t a human tongue, she tried to get away from his licking. She kept repeating, “Oh god no, please go away. SHOO! Go away!” Ignoring her protests, Buck kept licking. Despite her underwear being on, the pressure of his tongue was so great that she has 3 more orgasms. After a while, Buck got bored of the licking and backed up some. Rochelle sighed a sigh of relief, thinking he was leaving her alone. Those thoughts were short lived. Buck jumped up and mounted her body. Rochelle was dwarfed by his size. He was nearly 125 lbs heavier than her and when he landed on her, the wind was immediately knocked out of her. While trying to catch her breath, Buck began to hump at her. If she weren’t wearing her panties, he would have surely torn into her virgin cunt and ripped her open. Rochelle was began to cry, she couldn’t move away from her attacker and she realized that she was about to be raped by a huge animal.
Buck kept on humping, nearly hitting his mark on a number of occasions but never quite making it. Each time he nearly got his cock in her ass, she would gasp and freeze. Seeing that he needed some help, I reached down and guided Buck’s cock to her ass. In one lunge, he buried about half of his 10” in her ass. Rochelle screamed a blood-curdling scream and then fell silent. Now, not only does Buck have 10” of pussy pounding power, he is also very thick. In fact, he was so thick, that in pushing into her now no longer virgin ass, she tore very slightly, and began to bleed. The pain must have been excruciating, because she passed out. I went and grabbed some smelling salts and put it under her nose. When she woke up, she started crying out in pain, begging me to stop this. It was tearing me up inside to see her like this, but I was also very aroused. Soon, I swallowed back my pain and activated her panties, cranking it up to high.
After about a minute, her screams of pain turned to moans of ecstasy. Soon, she was starting to buck back, trying to get more of him in. I whispered into her ear, “Does it feel good?” All she could manage was a slight uh-huh. Next I asked her, “Do you see what pleasures I can bring to your world?” In the middle of her reply, she stopped and screamed. I looked back and Buck had buried himself to the hilt and more blood trickled out of her ass. In spite of all this, the juices from her pussy were really starting to flow and she arched her back (as well as any person with a 225 lb dog can). As she came, she let out a long, drawn-out groan. She came 4 more times before Buck had began to cum. I got close and asked her, “Do you want his cum inside or out?” Rochelle yelled, “Please not inside, please not inside.” “Well,” I replied, “Its not entirely up to me is it?”
As soon as I finished my remark, she dropped to the mattress, passed out. As I went for the smelling salts, I heard her scream again. When I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Somehow, Buck had gotten his baseball size knot into her ass. Soon she was crying out, “Its so hot! Not inside me! Please take it out!” Buck continued to pump into her, over and over again. I knew it had been a while since Buck got his rocks off, but when I saw her stomach begin to expand, I was in awe.
When he finally finished, he tried to pull away, but he was still stuck. Buck continued to pull away. If it weren’t for her being connected to the bed, he probably would have walked around with his little bitch attached to his dick. Eventually, his knot subsided and he slipped out of her with an audible pop. My boy stretched her small ass so wide that it wouldn’t go back to shape for a good 20 minutes. During that time, cum was just oozing out of her ass. She was breathing heavily so I went to check her out. She was still awake, the bleeding had stopped, and she was staring vacantly into space. I leaned down and asked her, “How did it feel?” She stayed quiet, not responding to my question. I then said, as I brushed the sweat off of her forehead, “I understand. We’re done for now. You can rest now. Do you want the panties on or off?” Turning her head to me, she smiled meekly and said “On.” I patted her head saying, “Good girl.” I took off her blindfold, and tossed the key on the bed. I left her there for a few hours to rest up. Soon, I would continue her training.
Anna moaned as her muscles began to ache. She’d been in this dungeon for over two hours and no one had come to take her out. The archbishop had not yet come and she feared that if she were here any longer she would take to a cold. She was about to start screaming for help when she heard the unmistakable creak, indicating that the key to the door of the cell was being opened. The door was a heavy wooden door with a rounded top. There was only a tiny space to look through. The door opened and Anna tried to adjust her eyes to the light that was shining from the small torch a small woman was holding. Despite the fact that it was nearing night time, the woman still wore her bonnet. As Anna’s eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that the woman had a long jagged scar etched into the skin of her face, right below her eyes. The woman gazed at her with some sympathy but it was quickly replaced with one that most servants wore, a lowered gaze. The woman looked to be about her age, add or subtract two years. She wasn’t gorgeous like Anna, nor was she pretty, but she certainly was not ugly. She had an amazing body, once again, not as amazing like Anna’s but not ugly. Lush pink lips and grey eyes were positioned on her face. Her face was sculpted artfully but hollow cheeks (due to lack of food), stress lines, and the scar on her face erased from the fact that she may have once been beautiful. Her breasts(32 C), average size, round and somewhat saggy. Well that’s how it appeared through her loose dress. She was average height rounded hips, small pert rounded bottom.
The archbishop has commanded you to be bathed in rose water and fed" she said.
Anna smiled, fortune was begging to gaze upon her. Soon, she would be out of this church, she would tell her mum and family that she had bathed in rose water. The woman unlocked her shackles and helped her up. She pulled Anna out of the dungeon and locked the heavy door. They walked up the dimly stairs struggling not to trip. They passed through a narrow passage underground which Anna assumed were for the servants. They entered into what Anna assumed was the kitchen which had a wooden tub filled with steaming water...scented with rose perfume. She handed Anna a coarse bar of soap.
“I shall leave you to bathe. When you are done, put on this dress and hand me your clothes. There is mutton, fish, fruits and bread on the table”, said the woman.
Anna’s mouth began to water at the thought of enjoying such a scrumptious meal. She had never had a feast like that in her entire life.
“Wait, what is your name”? asked Anna as the woman limped away.
“Gretel.... not that it matters” she murmured
“Thank you...Gretel” . Anna stripped out of dress and entered the water. The water was so hot and smelled so nice. She lathered the soap into her hair washing it thoroughly. The lathered her breasts and enjoyed the feeling of her soft firm bubbies. She slid her finger into her clitoris and moaned as the hot water entered, enjoying the feeling. “I am in heaven, I wish to live here forever” she whispered to no one in particular. She let the rose water wash over her senses. Lastly, she scrubbed under her arms, and her feet. She saw buckets of warm water at the corner meant for rinsing and she made good use of it. Once finished, she sat at the table eating the food, savoring the taste while waiting for her body to dry. She decided to hide some food and save it for her family. Perhaps Gretel would be kind enough to tie it in a bundle for her on her way home. As she swallowed her last bite and took her last tiny sip of mead, a man entered into the room. He gasped at her naked figure, but the astonishment quickly left his face as he relished in her beauty. He was a monk, Anna could tell by his habit(dress), it wasn’t as elegant as the priests or archbishops. His hair was also cut into the usual monk style.
“Excuse me, I was just about to dress” said Anna, her cheeks becoming quite pink. The monk turned to leave hastily and Anna took that opportunity to put on her dress.
She noticed that though it was long and had a high neckline, it was very transparent and you could see her whole nude body. At that moment Gretel entered, her dress in disarray.
“Priest Von Schliender (Hans) has ordered you to be led to meet the archbishop. I shall take you to the meeting room.”
Anna shivered from the cold as Gretel led her down a long narrow, dimly lit hallway. They curved up a flight of stairs, walking about 8 flights of steep stairs before reaching the room. The room was isolated from the rest of the building though it was a part of the building. Any sound made would not be heard. Gretel opened the door and hung the torch on the wall. She lit the other torches. Though the room was bright, well....it wasn’t that bright (haha). Bright enough that you could see. “God be with you” said Gretel softly. It took a moment for Anna to see what was in the room but what she saw was only what one could imagine what hell would be like. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Along the wall was lined chains with spiked balls, nails, mallets, clamps, a couple of ropes hung from the ceiling of the room. There were needles, bats, whips, and some other things which she didn’t know. As she was about to turn and leave for fear of being in the wrong room, the archbishop entered. Upon gazing at him, she bowed down before him.
“Get up” grunted the archbishop. He was dressed like the men who were given the task of beheading someone. His face was covered in a mask but she could still tell it was him due to the cross he wore on his neck.
“Bless me”, whispered Anna remaining bowed.
“I will not bless a witch”, replied the archbishop.
“But father, I am not a witch, it was a mere misunderstanding. Bless me father”.
The archbishop pulled Anna by her hair to her feet. “You are a witch” he yelled. He looked at her lush body and knew he would have fun destroying it, just like he had destroyed Gretel’s.
“Father, I am not a witch” protested Anna.
“You dare to lie to me, in the house of God. You dare to call me a liar. You dare to call me wrong. You shall suffer greatly for your mistake you heinous witch.” barked the archbishop?
“But father...” Anna’s sentence was not finished because the archbishop struck her face with the back of his hand. A slap that sent her tumbling to the ground. The archbishop carried her to the table and lay her down on her back so her face was towards him. He cuffed her wrists and ankles to the wooden table. “Father, what have I done to deserve this”? Another harsh slap sent her to oblivion.
“You will shutup except if I permit you to speak, understand?” Anna nodded. The archbishop ripped her dress off and Anna shrieked in surprise. An archbishop was not to do this. He was to be a man of God. The Archbishop grabbed her face roughly and pulled it towards him almost breaking her neck as he did so. “Shut up you whore”, he hissed, his breath very sour. She choked from his foul smell. He looked at her breasts. “These breasts that you’ve used to tempt men shall surely suffer “ he said.
But how have I tempted people? I am very modest thought Anna.
The archbishop grabbed both breasts and began fondling roughly, squeezing as hard as he could as if trying to pop them. He dug his nails into them and Anna bucked in pain. She shrieked loudly. He laughed cruelly as he continued mauling her breasts. Taking her nipples in between thumb and forefingers. He tweaked and twisted them enjoying the feeling. He pulled her nipples as far away from her body and she groaned in pain. He dug his nails into her nipples enjoying the feeling and rolling it between his fingers making it hard. Anna bucked and screamed at his roughness. He laughed and opened his mouth. He bit into her left nipple biting as hard as he could, drawing a little bit of blood. Anna choked in horror as she felt her nipple was being bit. He moved to her right nipple doing the same until they were tender and full. He then proceeded to try and take her whole left breast into his mouth but this was impossible. He bit chewed and mauled both breasts enjoying the feeling of tit flesh. He stood upright and Anna sighed...feeling somewhat relieved. The archbishop grabbed a horse riding crop off the wall.
“I shall ask you again, Are you a witch”?
“No” replied Anna. She received a whip on her breast, a painful one for that matter. The archbishop continued whipping her aiming her especially for her nipples. Anna’s screams could be heard through out the room. Despite the pain, her pussy betrayed her and began to drip in anticipation.
“Are you a witch?” asked the Archbishop again
“If I say I am, what shall be the consequences”? asked Anna eager to be finished with this breast punishment.
“Surely you have seen witches burned at stake”? replied the Archbishop. He was not eager to end this torture. The taste of her blood from her nipples that he had caused was driving him insane. His cock had already began to harden at the sight of her rosy cheeks, beautiful face, and lush body.
I don’t want to be burned thought Anna fearfully, remembering the burnings she had seen. She shivered, “I am not a witch” replied Anna.
Another 50 lashes were aimed at her breast and nipples. Her nipples began to swell painfully and the arch bishop enjoyed the sight of them being stretched.
“Are you a witch, you bloody liar?”
“Nughhhh, no I am not”, replied Anna, not wanting to be tortured any longer but not wanting to die a death similar to hell. Another 100 lashes were aimed at her breasts. She cried with each lash and her voice became sore.
“So you refuse to speak? Maybe the breast ripper or the cat claws shall get you talking”. Anna gasped as he spoke. “Or shall I save that for the very last minute? I think I shall”. The priest grabbed a metal rod from the wall and held it towards the fire letting the tip get hot. When it was hot enough, he walked to the table, towering over Anna and placed the tip of the burning rod on Anna’s right nipple. Anna screamed in pain unable to contain herself. The voice that she thought was gone still remained.
“Arghhhhhhh” screamed Anna. He heated the rod again and repeated the same procedure for her left nipple. He held the rod there until the nipple became burned and charred. He rolled both nipples between his fingers and smiled at how she cringed due to sensitivity of her burned charred nipples. Bending once more, he bit each nipple, tenderly at first as if to savour the taste, then forcefully as if he wanted to rip it out of her breast. Grabbing two large ropes from the wall, he tied them around the base of each breast tightly, until it felt as if there was no blood flow. Grabbing another two tiny ropes, he tied them tightly around the base of each nipple. The nipples began to become more swollen and full. Grabbing two clamps, he clamped each nipple and Anna hissed in pain, bucking wildly, her pussy spewing forth her juices. Looking in that direction, the archbishop saw Anna’s pink virginal pussy and smiled. His cock twitched and he almost had an orgasm thinking about how he was going to take her virginity.
He grabbed the whip again and headed to her pussy. He began rubbing the pussy roughly getting her as wet as possible. She bucked crying in pain and pleasure. “Father, please stop!”
“Didn’t I tell you not to speak”? He barked. “You shall pay for disobeying my orders.” He bent down and began licking her pussy. He licked intently enjoying the taste. He spread the pussy lips wanting to get more of his tongue in. He bit the centrefold of her pussy lightly, not wanting to draw blood just yet. Anna bucked in extreme pleasure, wanting him to continue the miracles with his mouth but wanting him to stop. Slowly, he slid one finger into her pussy. It was so tight and Anna groaned in pain. He slid his finger in and out slowly enjoying the feeling of her hot pussy. The smell was intoxicating. He slid a second finger in and she began bucking faster and faster. He tried to fit a third but she was too tight. Letting his tongue take over the job, he slid his tongue into her slit as far as he could, licking her pussy in anticipation. He began stroking his cock as he continued. It was so hard by now and it needed to be sucked. Rising from the floor he pulled down his trousers and out dropped a 9 inch(length) thick cock. Anna gasped, so this is what the male organ looks like she thought in horror. It was so thick and long. How was it to fit in her pussy?
“You are going to suck my prised possession”. He stared at her breasts which had begun to turn a light shade of blue. Smiling, he grabbed the needles he had placed in the fire and began to poke each into her breast. She hissed in pain, this was far too painful and what she really wanted was him to continue the wonders with her pussy. Once all the needles were in her breasts and one in the center of each nipple, he un-cuffed her wrists and ankles. Grabbing her by her hair, he shoved her on her knees. “Suck my organ” he barked. Fearfully, Anna held the organ and tentatively began licking the tip of his cock. “I said suck not lick”. He shoved her head into the cock, deep throating her. She couldn’t breathe. She sucked harder and felt his cock begin to thicken more and more. She sucked and felt him begin to harden. He groaned and stiffening for a moment, he brought forth his seed into her mouth. “Swallow it you whorish witch, you trash”. Anna swallowed, obeying his command. She didn’t exactly like the taste of the slippery slimy hot liquid. It was salty and she took more in as to avoid his punishments. He pulled her head away from his cock. “Very good whore, very good”.
He shoved her back onto the table and re-cuffed her wrists. He stretched his legs as far as they would go then cuffed her ankles. Taking his hard cock, he tried to shove it in. It was too tight. He shoved it in a little more. She screamed in pain as he continued trying to shove his cock in. He grunted again. “Tighter than a hen’s ass” he screamed. Oh God this hurts so much she thought. He shoved it in more again and broke her vaginal walls. Blood sputtered forth and she grunted. He shoved it in more and more. Shoving it harder and harder each time and at a faster rate. After the initial pain of having her walls broken, it was just penetration. He grunted with each pound and pumped faster and faster groaning and moaning. She screamed in pain. He un-cuffed her ankles and raised her legs onto his shoulder, pumping faster and harder each time. It felt so painful and great. He pumped harder and harder each time and he felt his cock harden. She stiffened and he stiffened and they both came at the same time spilling forth their cum at the same time; their white juices splattering on the table and on their bodies. The archbishop collapsed for a moment before getting up. He cleaned himself with her cloth and put back on his elegant habit, wiping the sweat off his face.
“Gretel shall see to you, I believe that you would have gotten acquainted with her by now. Perhaps she will join us in one of our confessionals. I shall get you to confess to your witchery Anna”, he said, giving her nipples and breast (which had turned to a shade of purple by now) one last pinch before heading out the door and closing it.
WHAT CAN I SAY? COMMENTS COMMENTS COMMENTS. I NEED NEW IDEAS FOR PT 3
I live with my husband in a place we just moved. He became busy right away and it was upto me to fix the place. The first thing I wanted was the internet fixed.
In the heat of the summer month I was moving around in my thongs, a skirt and a padded tank-top. When I opened the door to the internet guy he looked at my face then scanned my body but I ignored that; men! Locking the door behind was a mistake, may be. But after finishing his work, he asked to use the washroom and I showed him the way. He left the door open and washed his hand, I could not help staring at his physique. About 6'2" and muscular. Clean-shaved with a long face. Dark eye-brows and penetrating brown eyes. The thinning hair line looked very handsome in the short cut and a twisted smile that made shivers run
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through my spine! Why was this?
When he came out, I offered him coffee and he smiled again. I could help but rub my legs while standing and playfully move my hand over breast. I have always remained faithful to my husband whom I loved but this feeling of lust was overpowering me. I was a virgin when I got married and after a year of marriage I wanted to learn more and was being regular to porn and the more I watched the more I got addicted. My husband could rarely pleasure me and I was taking care of things with my own hands for a while but I never cheated on him! But that man aroused me in a different way. May be because he was so big and I felt that he could tear me apart!
While he sat on the only sofa, I made the coffee. I tried to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts. Finally I felt calm and was eager to see him off but I couldn't be rude, I felt, so I took the coffee to him.
Because the place was still messy I sat pretty close to him on the sofa. He took a couple of sips and put the cup down and looked at me and smiled. I felt scared all of a sudden but before I could think again he jumped on me! and slapped me hard. My head started spinning while he lifted me up and took me to a clearing and put me down. Screaming would bring disgrace to me I thought and whispered "please don't do anything!"
"Too late! You should not have been so suggestive back then. I know you wanted it. Now I want it too. Even if you have changed your mind, I haven't" he said and sat on me and slapped me again and put on a piece of ducttape on my mouth and tied my hands with the tape also Then he took of my tanks and tongued my right nipple while he rubbed the left one with his finger. I was afraid and pleasured at the same time! His hands were strong and rough and just the way I wanted. My nipples hardened straight away and he slid down my skirt and turned me around. I felt helpless. He used his hand slowly to take off my thongs and was caressing my buttcheeks with the fingers. It tingled and unwillingly my legs spread. He turned me around again. I saw him unzipping his pants and saw the little time it bought me and tried to stand up and run he was too fast and too strong and held me back with one hand while he took his pants off with another.
"I don't want to hit you anymore you know!" he sounded stern and I stood still. Next he put me down and spread my legs and I felt a true fear and started to squirm away but his thick long penis caught my eyes and I stopped. Our eyes met and I felt the terror again but he pinned me down with his hands, used his legs to pin down my legs and put his penis inside my vagina. It was big, hard, warm and throbbing and it hurt a lot. His penis was truly very big.
I did not want him to take me and I tried to fight but he started licking my nipples again with his penis inside me and my body started to give away. My hips wanted to move in a rhythm as his warm penis throbbed inside me and all of a sudden he was moving. When I felt him move I started to move my hips too; something that never happened with my husband. The thrusts came harder and I could feel my inside welcoming him more and more. He spat on his hand and rubbed my nipples with hands as he thrusted his penis inside me. All of a sudden he pulled open the duct tape from my mouth and I could hear myself moaning. But he stopped before I climaxed and took himself out and I was cut short. The twisted smile covered his mouth again and he lied down and put me on top of him. I let out a scream as I mounted but then he moved my hips with his hand and in no time I felt ecstatic and it continued for a long time as he moved me on him and then all of a suddent he pushed me down and gave one strong thrust and I could feel my inside becoming full and I liked it. I loved it.
"Here is my number." He put down a card "I enjoyed it. We can try something new next time."
With my vagina warm I picked up the card and realized that a wall was broken. I could never be what I was before. It was time to make my fantasies come true.
The story you are about to read is fiction and should in no way be taken to insult hard working police officers.
Some days are better than others. Sheila had been having a rough day at work and only wanted to get home and take a bath and masturbate before bed. Since her husband had left her, she had been working a couple jobs just to afford the house they had decided to buy in the country. She did not know how much longer she could take it. So when the police lights flashed and she heard the siren, she almost cried. She had not been speeding and as far as she knew her tabs were up-to-date. Quickly, though, she pulled over onto the side of the dark country road. She bit her lip, preparing herself for the worst.
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officer who got out of the car behind her was very well built. It made her wet just thinking about the bulge he must have in his pants, though she thought he was there to write her a ticket and it might cost her quite a bit to get out of this. She squirmed a little as he came to the window. She cried, fearing that the ticket would be way more than she could afford. "Isn't there some way we can settle this, officer?" she asked. "I am going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am," he said, looking very serious. She did not know what to do but comply, since she was scared they might take her to jail unless she did as he said. She could see his partner, a more stocky man, approaching the car as well, a strange grin on his face.
Suddenly, before she knew what was happening, the handsome police officer who had her leave her vehicle pressed her up against her car and was patting her down. He stopped when he realized her panties were wet. Hiking her skirt up, he pulled them down to her ankles. What was he doing? She started to fight him, to push him off of her. She felt his strong hand grab her wrist and pull it down, slapping a handcuff on it and slapping the other one to the handle of her car door. She was now trapped, locked to her car door with no panties on. The police officer continued to grope her butt and grabbed the other hand, handcuffing it through the rolled down window to her steering wheel. Her legs spread, her pussy dripped and she found it highly arousing in spite of her quite reasonable fears. It was obvious the police officer and his partner were planning to rape her.
She was feeling humiliated and scared, but yet was getting horny in spite of herself. The officer proceeded to remove her skirt, having her step out of it and her panties. Her lower body was now fully exposed. Then he began unbuttoning her top and slid the bra she was wearing down to expose her 36D breasts. The evening air made her nipples harden and she wondered what he would do next.
The officer's partner pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures. He was obviously just going to watch, at least she hoped so. It was bad enough the one officer was going to rape her, but at least he was good looking. The handsome one dropped his pants and began working his cock into her ass, which was quite painful but arousing at the same time. She could not see it but it felt BIG, at least seven inches and thick. He worked it into her virgin ass slowly. It hurt and felt good at the same time, causing her pussy to gush. He fingered her pussy, making her even more wet. It was getting her so aroused that she was starting to hope she would fuck her dripping mound when he finished with her ass. She was so turned on at that point she would let him do anything he wanted. He pounded away on her ass for a good ten minutes before stopping. "Do you want me to fuck you in your pussy now" he asked, knowing what her answer would be. She nodded. He had to know what her answer would be, since if she had not been enjoying it she could have lifted her leg and tried kicking him. Not that it would have been a good idea. "If you are a good girl, I will uncuff you afterwards."
"Fuck me, please," she begged. She was so turned on by all of this that she heard the words come out before she could stop them. He smiled. "Fuck me now." He slapped her face and then slid his cock up into her dripping pussy. She leaned back hard, pushing it in deeper than he had wanted to go. He pulled her hair. "You stop being so demanding," he said. "I make the rules here." "Yes, sir," she whimpered. "You make the rules. Just please fuck me."
He smiled and pounded into her, finally cumming into her hard. "You have been a good girl. I think I shall take you home with me," he said, undoing the handcuffs and then cuffing her behind her back. "I thought you were going to let me go," she said. "In the morning, after we fuck a lot more." She smiled.
She tensed as he put a collar on her but relaxed as he put her in the back of the police car. "I am your master now. I will bring you back here in the morning but until then you will do everything I want."
We were sitting in the very back of a large, stuffy warehouse crowded to the gills with the local S&M and hardcore fetish crowd, at a string of tables covered with every small sex-aid and adult toy imaginable.
Melvin - the large (well, fat, but he’s a friend, so I’ll be generous), balding gentleman ripping out the expletives sat just to my left, reading the newspaper. His little tirade turned some of the latex-masked heads perusing the tables our way.
I laughed at him.
"Jeez, Mel, calm down. You look like youâ€â
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„¢re going to have a heart attack."
He slammed the paper onto the table, and jabbed his finger at a picture of a smartly-dressed, plain-Jane, middle-aged woman, arguing with a group protesting outside the steps of the state capital.
The two of us were relaxing at the tables, while on stage, Angela - Melvin’s Mistress/Business Partner/Hermaphrodite Lover/Adopted child - enthusiastically whipped away at Julie, one of my own sex slaves.
Julie was bent over at the waist, locked into a stockade at the edge of the stage and naked except for a featureless, black leather mask covering her face. Angela was wearing her usual uniform of choice, a dark green velvet dress that was practically painted over her tight, curvy figure, with her favorite stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her thighs.
As I watched, Angela reared back with the riding crop in her hand and let Julie’s ass have it. Julie’s body jerked forward and the crowd around the stage cheered.
Angela looked like she was having fun. I don’t know about Julie.
Melvin was fuming.
"Whoever voted for that cunt should be taken down to the river and shot."
The woman in the power suit looked familiar. I looked closer at the article. The headline read: ‘Local Sex Industry Warned!’ And in smaller print: ‘State Rep. Susan Manning Takes the High Road on the Sex Industry’.
"Huh." I said.
Melvin looked at me.
"Whaddaya mean, ‘huh’?
"I know her. She and her family have shopped at my store for years." I pulled the paper closer so I could read the rest of the story. "In fact, she hurt her back on a ski trip a few weeks ago, and the last time I saw her at the store, I carried her bags out and helped her get into her car."
"You’re kidding me."
"No, seriously." I thought about it a second. "It was right before I left for California."
"You should’a clubbed the bitch and dumped her in the trash."
The article praised Mrs. Manning for her new bill that was working its way through the state legislature, something some conservative lawmakers were labeling as ‘a call for a new day of decency for our fine state’. She was working to get funding and zoning restrictions for any type of strip club, massage parlor or adult specialty store, pretty much handcuffing (no pun intended) the sex industry here in town.
I could see why Melvin was pissed.
Between the two of them, he and Angela each owned several adult stores (among other things), all of which probably sent the local soccer moms into convulsions whenever they passed by in their minivans and SUVs.
"She’s not that bad, Mel."
"Not bad my ass." He paused and re-lit the stub of his cigar. "In fact, if I got my hands on her, I’d fuck her ass until she bled, then throw her into the Maze for the boys to have fun with." He took a long puff, and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. "Turn her into the little slut she really is under all that repressed, prude-lawyer shit."
I laughed again.
"You think I’m kidding? That bitch is the reason we’re sitting here in this dump tonight, instead of at the convention center, like we should be."
Melvin and Angela were part-sponsors of a yearly bondage/fetish merchandise trade show. I vaguely remembered they ran into some problems this year, and couldn’t get the permits they needed to set up at the new convention center. Instead, they had to rent out a series of warehouse spaces in the deep industrial district from sympathetic local businesses.
I nodded at the hundreds of leather and stud clad people roaming the floor.
"Not a bad turnout, though. You’ve got to admit, having the show here has a kind of sleazy appeal."
He grunted.
"Yeah, the hardcore freaks’ll find us wherever we end up. But it’s those weekend creepies, the ones that take their kids to private school in their new Beamers, then play dress-up at night when their kids are asleep; they’re the one’s that get antsy when they’ve gotta drive into the ghetto." He chomped thoughtfully on his stogie, puffing away. "Not that the freaks’ money isn’t any good, there’s just a lot more that never makes it to the table if we’re hiding way out here, y’know?"
"So it’s all about the money."
He shrugged.
"Well, yeah. Losing cash always pisses me off, for sure. But this bitch..." He stubbed his cigar out on her picture. "She’s the worst type of cunt-fuck politician. She ran for office as a fucking Democrat for Crissakes, claiming to be for this liberal issue or against that one, whatever, and y’know: ‘vote for me ‘cause I care about this and that and blah, blah, blah’..." Melvin stretched as he spoke, popping his thick neck. "And then once she got elected she turned right around and forgot about the folks who believed her stinking pile of bullshit and voted her in, and now she’s using her office to promote her own fucking pseudo-Christian conservative agenda."
Melvin paused for a breath.
"You voted for her, didn’t you?"
He glared at me, and laughed.
"Fuck you." He sighed.
"I didn’t know you were politically involved."
"Matt, anything that potentially affects my income, my livelihood, I want to know about." He leaned closer. "Folks think I’m a sick, perverted, dumb old bastard." He poked me in the shoulder and grinned. "Well, I’m a sick bastard, that’s true. But I have never, never been stupid when it comes to business or politics."
"So you admit to being old, then?"
He leaned back.
"I prefer to think that I’m aging gracefully."
He looked at the paper, almost wistfully.
"That bitch has done everything she can to fuck things up for a lot of people in this business, a lot of folks we know. And worse." He looked at me again. "You hear about the ‘Homeless’ bill?"
That had been big news last summer, while I was away. After it passed, the police rounded up most of the local street people and homeless families and relocated them, ‘for their welfare and for the continued safety and beautification of our neighborhoods and business districts’.
I nodded.
"She’s a fucking fascist cunt, and if I had the chance, I’d find as many of those bums she had moved out to the sticks and let them hate fuck her until she had to use a fucking wheelchair for the rest of her goddamn life."
I waved my hand at Angela, who was finishing with her demonstration. Julie hung limply in the stockade now, her back and buttocks glowing with angry, red welts.
"Well, why not? You punish people for kicks all the time."
He shook his head. "Nope. It wouldn’t be enough to just fuck with her. I’d want to teach the bitch a lesson, sure. But..." He drifted off, shrugging. "She’s already screwed things up. This stuff she started has a life of its own now. It’s gonna keep on building, no matter what happens to her."
"Melvin, you know your problem?"
"What’s that, besides the bad case of jock itch I got from reading this shit?"
"You’re too short-sighted." I grinned at him. "I’ve got an idea."
I brainstormed a little for him, and as I jabbered away, Melvin started to smile.
"Goddamn, Matt!" He clapped me on the shoulder when I finished. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He reached for another cigar, shaking his head. "And people say I’m a sick fuck. That’s so twisted, it’s beautiful."
It took about a week and a half before I saw Susan again.
I was just leaving my store, getting ready to go out for a late lunch, when she pulled up in her new Lexus. I stepped off the sidewalk in front of her car and waited to help her as she got out. She was moving a little gingerly, like her back was still bothering her.
As I told Melvin, I’ve known, or rather, waited on, Susan and her family since I bought the chain of little markets I own, maybe ten years ago now.
Susan and her husband Mike were both lawyers, both in their late 40’s, and wealthy. They had two kids: a tall, willowy teenage girl named Rachel, who was probably a junior or senior in high school, and a son who was a couple years younger. Both of the kids took after their dad, physically; they were tall, slim, and athletic with dark hair and complexions. And keeping with the family tradition of prestige, they both went to private school and drove their own, brand-spankin’ new BMWs.
Mike’s family owned a lot of prime downtown real estate, shipping companies, restaurants and other businesses, along with a fair amount of farmland they were now busy developing in the outlying areas of town. Mike quit his job as a corporate shark a few years ago, shortly after his father passed away and he inherited pretty much everything.
His family was big-time players in local politics too. Money can buy a lot.
The whole family reeked of the snobby attitude that went along with having that kind of money. Susan had been an especially cold fish when I’d first met her, but over the years, she’d gradually warmed up to me, and now she’ll actually stop and converse with me.
One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Susan with Mike for quite a while, and asked her how he was. Susan told me that she and her husband had separated, but quietly, for the sake of their careers, and their kids were living with him in another house across town, partly so they could be closer to school, and because Susan was gone because of work so often.
The news didn’t come as much of a shock to me; I rarely saw the two of them together, even before the separation, and when I did they barely spoke two words to each other. Not a great marriage, but whatever works. Susan had managed to parlay her husbands name into a thriving political career, and if he didn’t seem to mind, well, more power to her.
I held my hand out for her as she opened the car door, and she took it with a smile.
She swung her legs out, and I tried to not stare too openly.
I’ve never seen Susan wear any make-up, and the only times I’ve ever seen her without a suit and skirt, she was usually out for her daily run or she was heading up to the mountain to go skiing in the winter or hiking during the summer. She always wore her straight, dishwater blonde hair cut short around her shoulders, and other than a pair of thin silver hoops in her ears and her wedding ring, she rarely wore any jewelry.
When I first met her, ‘mousy’ was the term that came to mind.
But as plainly as she presented herself, she was in great shape, even well into her 40’s. You had to look twice to notice, but she was short and shapely, with great legs and a nice, round ass and hips that tapered into a tiny, tight waist capped with firm, full breasts.
But I digress.
Always the voyeur, I admired her legs, running my gaze up her muscular calves as I helped her ease out of the car. She moved hips first, and I smiled as her legs spread open, surprising me with a nice crotch shot.
I should possibly note here that she was wearing a pair of black stockings under her light grey skirt. Very nice.
She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and straightened her suit jacket.
"Thanks." Susan smiled up at me. Even in heels, the top of her head barely reached my chin.
"Don’t mention it." I smiled back at her. "You’re here early today."
She shut the door and locked her car. She shrugged.
"We’re out of session," she explained, "and I’ve got a long weekend, so I was going to stock up on girl-flicks, pizza and ice cream, then lock myself in the house and work on getting fat."
She patted her stomach. No way was she going to be getting fat anytime soon, and I took the opportunity to flirt a little.
"Fat. Right."
"You think I’m kidding? I’ve gained so much weight since I hurt my back, it’s not funny."
"Huh," I said, twirling my finger in a circle. "Let’s see."
She gave me a strange look.
"Now you’re kidding."
"Nope," I grinned. "Let’s check you out."
A slow grin spread across her face, and she raised her arms and did a quick little turn for me.
"Well? Everything you hoped for?" she asked.
Hell yes.
"I was gonna go for a bite to eat...how about keeping me company?"
Susan’s mouth popped open.
"You’re serious."
I twirled my car keys.
"Time’s a-waistin’, and there’s a little bistro downtown calling my name."
This was totally out of left field for her, and I wanted to see how game she might be.
It just took her a second to make up her mind.
"Yeah. Okay, sure." She looked at my keys. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"
Gotcha, I thought.
I drove.
The downtown metro area had once been a thriving seaport back in the 1800’s. Most of the current skyscrapers and businesses had been built over the old buildings, or the old architecture had just been reclaimed and refitted for modern use. Rumor has it that a number of secret entryways connected many, if not all of the older buildings to a huge, elaborate network of tunnels running underground that stretched from the wharves and docks back for miles out into the hills and towards the current industrial areas.
Supposedly the tunnels were used for smuggling every sort of contraband under the sun: alcohol, drugs, weapons, and women - you name it - even as recently as the early 1940’s and ‘50’s. Folks new in town, venturing out into the bars and other, less savory establishments for a night of gambling, drink and fun might find themselves drugged and shanghaied, waking up on a ship somewhere at sea. Some of the surviving bars and hotels now boasted of ghosts and hauntings, spirits left over from the wild frontier days.
The tunnels and the entries to them, if really there were any, had been filled in and boarded up by court order back in the late 1950’s. Melvin, while doing some construction in one of his porn shops, had stumbled onto the entries for dozens of the tunnels.
Melvin explored his find a little and found that, for the most part, the tunnels were still in decent shape. So he excavated and turned the tunnels running under his property into a playground for the more adventurous swingers in town.
He calls his deviant little theme park ‘The Maze’.
And, as in the old days, if you decide to venture inside, into the tunnels, looking for whatever twisted sexual thrill you might find, you do it at your own risk. Melvin swears some people, entering of their own free will, haven’t come back out, and he won’t go in looking for them.
Or so he says.
It’s a nice little bit of publicity that spread around the underground sex scene like wildfire. Now there’s rarely a night when the sex crowd doesn’t turn out in force, waiting to try their luck down in the Maze.
Here’s the way The Maze works: The tunnels open for business at midnight, and stay open until the early hours of the morning. The customer picks one of about a dozen doors, each leading to a certain type of fantasy scenario. Once you enter into the tunnel system, the heavy steel door shuts behind you and locks automatically, forcing you even deeper into the maze to try to find your way out.
Hopefully.
The tunnels don’t just run in a straight line to an exit door. They twist and turn, doubling back in on themselves or branching out and leading to dead ends, different rooms, and the like. A couple of them wander on for miles. As you hunt for the exits, you have the opportunity to participate in whatever type of illicit scenario you stumble into.
Each tunnel has ‘em, and most have several different variations of a theme. And with some scenarios, well, with some you don’t get a choice in the matter.
Melvin has created some really perversely twisted surprises for anyone who decides to try their luck, and every type of fantasy is catered to. Just to keep things fresh, he changes the scenarios once a month.
Plus, every corner of the excavated tunnels are monitored with video cameras, and, legal implications be damned, everybody in the Maze gets filmed and the video is recorded and feeds right into the store proper, playing on big screens for the enjoyment of the customers while they shop or wait to get into the tunnels themselves.
Again, the idea, the supposed risk, is the draw for most of the thrill seekers. And it’s been a cash cow for Melvin.
One of my new slaves, Nancy, followed me to the store a few months ago. Not the best decision on her part, maybe. She ended up getting attacked by a horny batch of customers, who chased her into the Maze. They caught her and raped her in a tunnel, until she bit one of them when he tried to force her to suck his cock.
Nancy managed to escape from the rapists, but Melvin and Angela found her just a few minutes later. She spent the next week chained, gagged, and filmed while being raped repeatedly by Angela, Mel and about twenty of their drugged up flunkies.
All in payment for a suit of clothes that Nancy thought I’d like to see her wear.
When they gave Nancy back to me, Angela was kind enough to send her along with a copy of the movie they made, as well as the clothes they put her through hell to get. I spent another week breaking Nancy in for myself, and once in a while, even now, I force her to watch the video while I fuck her in the ass.
You might ask how this all came about, and what any of this has to do with my lunch with Susan.
I’ll try to fill you in as we go along.
We had a small wait at the restaurant. I chose this particular restaurant for a couple different reasons: It was really trendy, and I knew the chef.
Always good to know the staff when you’re trying to impress the snobby date.
And my friend Jeff, the chef, had told me about finding one of the old tunnel entries buried deep in a corner of the basement here. The building the restaurant was in dated back to the roaring heyday of the frontier.
I wanted my own access to the tunnels that ran under the downtown area, and unknowingly, Jeff had given me that access. So I wanted to check out the restaurant a little.
And Susan’s husband owned the property.
The hostess flashed us a perfect, toothy smile when we walked in. I mentioned that Jeff had recommended that I stop by for a snack. Dropping his name was enough for her to whisk us past the early dinner crowd gathered in the bar, and she led us into the restaurant to a booth with a great view of the busy street outside.
A pair of attractive women seated at a table whispered and turned their heads as we passed. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them, and I forgot about them as I helped Susan slide into the booth.
The hostess introduced us to our waitress, a tattooed and pierced young blonde, as I slipped into the other side of the booth, facing Susan, my back to the women at the other table. The waitress rattled off the evening specials, and after she took our drink order I snuck a look around.
Jeff and his partner had gutted the space when they moved in, and refurbished it themselves. The space was large and wide open, but the way the booths were organized, each table had - almost - complete privacy.
The waitress returned with a carafe of ice water, a red wine for Susan and an ice tea for me. She poured each of us a glass of water, took our orders and left us alone.
Susan sipped her wine.
"Seems nice," she said. "Have you eaten here before?"
I shook my head.
"No, but I know one of the owners. As far as the food goes, anything he cooks or tells me to try, I’ll eat." I spread my napkin out on my knee. "How about you?"
"No. I eat out a lot because of work, but I’ve never been here. I guess I’m a guinea pig, then?"
I grinned and squeezed some lemon into my tea.
She was staring at something behind me.
"You’ve caused quite a commotion back there." She nodded her head back the way we came.
"What do you mean?"
"Those women we passed got pretty worked up after they saw you. They haven’t stopped staring at me since we sat down." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Here comes one now."
I thought she was teasing me, until a familiar voice said, "Hi Matt."
I was married for a few years, and for a few years I had in-laws and a niece and nephew, who I’d managed to completely lose track of.
I looked up to find my old sister-in-law, Laura, smiling at me.
"Hi." I said.
After my divorce, I lost all contact with Laura and her husband, Ken. In fact, the last time I saw Laura, she’d fallen asleep on a couch after making a drunken pass at me during her housewarming party.
Ken was upwardly-mobile and Laura was obsessed with appearances, so seeing her here shouldn’t have surprised me at all. It didn’t really. This was the perfect spot for her to hang out. In fact, now that I thought about it, I recognized the other two women at the table with her from the night of that party.
"Katie said it was you!"
Laura held out her arms to me, and I stood up and gave her a hug.
It felt fantastic.
I remembered her smell from before, like the faint smell of flowers in a spring breeze, and I remembered the feel of her body against mine from few minutes we spent on the couch together at the party.
Laura and I had flirted on and off since we’d met, when she was engaged to Ken and I’d first started dating my ex-wife Jennifer. It seemed pretty innocent stuff, then, and over time Laura had slowly molded herself from a frumpy, chubby young woman into a hip, rather sexy yuppie.
We’d both gone through some changes over the years.
Reluctantly, I pushed away and had a look at her. She looked older than I remembered. She’d always been full-figured, with a tiny waist, and she’d put on a little weight. The extra weight looked good on her, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts. She’d changed her hairstyle, too, from the short ponytail she used to wear. Now her ash-blonde hair was clipped short, close to her head in the back and around the sides, but she’d left her bangs long. She wore a beret shaped like a small rose in her hair that pulled her bangs so they hung down around her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tan Capri pants and tennis shoes, with a black sweater over a white t-shirt.
I wondered how I could have forgotten about her.
She was looking me up and down, too.
"Wow. Matt, you look great." She had a curious look on her face. "You look...bigger."
I cleared my throat.
"Personal trainer."
"Really?"
I grinned. "No. Really, just good, clean living."
Her mouth made a little ‘O’ as she took that in. I managed to disengage myself and introduced my date.
"Laura this is Susan. Susan, this is Laura."
The two women glared at each other over gritted teeth. I sat back down and wondered if there was going to be a cat fight.
Laura turned back to me and left Susan grimacing into her drink.
"You look wonderful too," I said. "It’s been a long time."
We made small talk for few minutes, the way old acquaintances do, while Susan watched us quietly.
"You should call sometime, Matt," she said. "I’m sure Ken would like to get together for dinner, or..."
I grinned. I liked Ken, but hanging out with him now that I was on shitty terms with his sister didn’t really appeal to me.
"I dunno, Laura. I..."
Then she got excited and snapped her fingers.
"Hey! How would you like to go to the art festival with me, like we used to talk about?"
That was something else I’d forgotten about.
Laura and Ken had gone through a phase where they decided to collect ‘art’, and were enamored of this particular local painter. During a short period of flirtation, Laura had asked me to go with her to this weekend long festival.
I was never sure of Laura’s motives when she invited me, but mine sure weren’t pure when I agreed to go. And Ken and Jennifer didn’t seem to be aware of any issues regarding the two of us shacked up in a hotel alone for a weekend.
Unfortunately, it never happened.
"There’s one coming up in a few weeks, and I was going to go by myself, ‘cause Ken’s going to be out of town." She rummaged around in her purse and found a pen.
"Here, let me give you my cell number."
She scribbled a phone number on a napkin and handed it to me.
I glanced at it. "I still have your home phone somewhere too. I think."
She looked a little uncomfortable.
"We moved again, out to Westlake, and Ken wanted to get rid of our land lines when we bought the new house."
I caught Susan’s expression out of the corner of my eye. Ken was a big-time computer geek, and his firm was under contract with a bunch of the large, better-known companies in town. I knew he was earning some serious money, but they must be doing better than I thought to afford a place in Westlake.
Even Susan, whose husbands’ net-worth was easily in the umpteen-millions, raised her eyebrows.
"So this is the best way to get a hold of you?" I asked.
"Right."
Laura looked over at her friends, who were arguing over their bill. She leaned over, and her scent wafted past me again as she kissed me on the cheek.
"I should probably go." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "Call me if you want to come along?"
I nodded.
She spared a glance at Susan as she left the table.
"Nice to meet you. Hope you have a nice dinner."
Susan gave her a little, tight smile as Laura walked off.
"She seems...nice. How, um, do you know her?"
I grinned. A little jealousy right off the bat. That was a good sign.
We spent most of the meal talking about my minute-long marriage, and Susan slowly unwound after a few glasses of wine. Eventually the conversation wound its way back to her marriage and her kids. I asked her why she was spending the weekend alone, without her kids. She told me that they already made plans with their dad to go up to the mountain and spend the weekend camping.
Midway through the main course, she excused herself to use the ladies room.
I pulled out my cell phone and watched her butt swish as she walked back to the restrooms.
Melvin answered after the second ring. I told him where I was, and who I was with, and he chuckled in disbelief.
"Don’t fuck with me Matt."
I grinned at Susan’s ass as she slipped into the restroom.
"Never, Mel. She just went to the ladies room, so I need to make this quick. Remember what we talked about at the convention?"
"Of course I do."
"This is the perfect opportunity to start."
"You’re shitting me." I heard him puff on one of his ever-present cigars. "You’re serious, huh."
"Like a heart attack. But we don’t have a lot of time, Mel. You’re in or you’re out, no qualms."
He was quiet for a heartbeat, and then, "What do we need to do?"
I outlined my plan and gave him some quick instructions. When I finished, he chuckled again, and it was an unpleasant sound.
"You want Angela in on this?"
"No, not now." I’d considered it, but this wasn’t quite her thing.
"We’re gonna need some muscle."
"Yeah, I know. My man Roscoe is back in town. We’ll use him."
I could picture Melvin rolling his eyes. "Do I know him?"
"No, but he likes hurting people. You’ll like him."
"All right. I’ll get everything moving. You need anything else?"
"Nope. But we’re going to try out your new stuff this weekend, too."
He whistled. In addition to his other interests, Melvin also dabbled in some designer drugs. I didn’t need to use them to get what I wanted from Susan tonight, but Melvin had been itching for a situation to try them out.
"Damn. I love you like a son, Matt. You know that, dont’cha? After this, we should get together with Angela and celebrate."
I grimaced. It was another story, but Angela had been trying to bed me since Melvin introduced us. And as twisted as my sexual appetites had become, the last thing I wanted was Angela’s dick in my ass.
Or mine in hers, for that matter.
"Mel, you call me if you need me. I’m going to keep Susan busy tonight, but I’ll be by in the morning."
I told him how to get in touch with Roscoe, and we hung up.
Susan was still in the restroom, so I had still had a little time. I fished a little paper packet from my pocket, tore it open, poured its powdery contents into Susan’s water and stirred it in.
I wiped my spoon clean as Susan walked back to the table. She wobbled a bit as she sat back down.
"You okay?" I asked.
She smiled sheepishly. "I’ve been on pain medication since I hurt my back, and I haven’t really had anything to drink for a while." She reached for her water, took a sip. "I’m just a little woozy."
"Maybe we should get a little fresh air," I suggested, "or would you like some dessert to go with that water?"
Susan took another sip and smiled. "I never got my ice cream."
I signaled for our waitress.
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By the time we finished dessert, she was flushed and breathing rapidly. And after I assured her there was twenty-four hour security at the mall, she agreed with me that it might be a better idea if I drove her home tonight, and she could pick up her car at the store tomorrow.
I drove her home and Susan leaned on me as I walked her to her door.
She had some trouble finding her keys, and I helped her open her front door when she couldn’t get the key in the lock.
I wished her a good-night with a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me.
Looked like Mel’s little concoction was working just fine.
I enjoyed the kiss, sucking on her little wet tongue as it poked into my mouth. She panted as she kissed me, with quick, hot bursts, and I could taste the wine on her breath. She played with my hair, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, then pushed her away.
Susan grabbed for me, but I held her by her shoulders, looked into her half-shut eyes and said, "Susan, are you sure you want to do this?"
She tried to focus, blinking rapidly, then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the house.
We made it into her living room, and she tripped and fell on the floor. I shut and locked the door, and turned to find her down on her knees and elbows, her ass up in the air and her head rolling, panting like a dog. I placed my foot on her ass, and her face mashed into her carpet.
I grinned as she moaned, her butt wriggling in the air. She was conscious, but just barely.
There’s something about a woman’s ass poking up at me that just blows me away, and I’d wanted to fuck this one for a long time now.
Melvin once told me that he never understood why men just didn’t pay for a night with a prostitute instead of dating women. His reasoning was that the price of an evening with a pro was usually about the same as an evening out with some regular bitch, and with a hooker, you always knew you’d be getting some at the end of the date.
I figured that tonight I’d spent enough on dinner to justify fucking Susan.
So I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, just about that fast. I dropped to my knees behind Susan and unzipped her skirt, slipping it down over her hips until it bunched around her knees, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her crotch.
She moaned, and her butt jerked up a little higher, pushing her pussy against my hand. A dark, wet patch stained her stockings, and I ripped them open, splitting them up her ass, then grabbed her black panties and ripped them apart too.
I pulled her bare ass closer, and leaned over and shoved my tongue into her pussy, making Susan groan again and shove her ass against my face.
I really hate going down on women, on general principle, but I had fun eating Susan out. By the time I pulled my dick out of my underwear, it was screaming at me to fuck her and she was soaking wet.
I straddled her, my legs outside hers, and pushed the tip of my dick into her pussy. It clamped down on me, and I bent over her back and grabbed her tits through her blouse.
Then I shoved my dick into her as hard as I could.
Susan’s head snapped up and she let out a wail as about six or seven inches, maybe half my cock, pounded into her cunt. I squeezed her tits tighter and held on as her entire body bucked and lurched underneath me.
"OhhhhGoddd...!" Susan cried out and she wiggled and squirmed, but the drug had taken full effect and she didn’t have the strength to fight me off. Her arms couldn’t hold both of our weight, and she collapsed, face first, onto the floor, with my dick keeping her ass propped up in the air.
I pushed harder, slowly, until my belly slapped against her butt, and started ramming my hips against her ass as hard and fast as I could, shoving my cock into her until I came, blowing a load of cum into her so hard it oozed out of her pussy and down her legs.
I rolled her over, my dick still stiff and throbbing, wedged deep in her twat, and I ripped her blouse open down to her navel.
She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties.
"Ohhh..."
Her eyes rolled in her head and she drooled down her cheek as I leaned over and pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts. Her tits were amazingly firm; big and juicy, with hard, little brown nipples that stood at attention as I played with them.
"My, my, Susan, what nice titties you have," I chuckled as I ran my hands over her tight belly.
She was in fantastic shape. I could see the smooth muscles in her stomach twitch as I started to slowly fuck her,
Well, well, well, I thought. Look at Mrs. Snooty-Ass, Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou, hot for dick.
She clutched at me with her hands, and I let her pull me down on top of her. I felt the warm flesh of her breasts press flat against my chest and the silk of her stockings as her legs wrapped around my back.
"Fuck me, fuck... me..." she panted.
I pressed my lips on her open mouth. This was going to be a lovely evening.
Susan woke up with a screaming headache.
"Oh, God."
She groaned, threw off the covers and leaned over the side of her bed with her head nestled in her hands, willing the room to stop spinning.
That’s what you get for mixing pain-killer and wine, she thought.
Susan managed to stand up, and shuffled carefully into the bathroom, rubbing her swollen, tender eyes. Susan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a towel and looked up at herself in the mirror.
"Oh, God," she said again, and her mouth opened in horror, the towel frozen halfway to her face.
She was naked, with bruises that looked like fingers criss-crossing her breasts, her wrists and her ass. Her neck and shoulders were a mass of angry red hickies and bite marks, and more bite marks covered her nipples.
Susan desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but after dinner, only little bits and pieces came back to her.
She remembered feeling a little light headed because of the wine, and going to the restroom to try and clear her head. The walk seemed to help, but then during dessert she started feeling giddy again. And she remembered Matt suggesting that he drive her home. She’d agreed after he had to help her out of the restaurant and back to his car. And then Matt walking her to her porch, and kissing her cheek...
"Oh my God!" Her hand flew up to her mouth. "I threw myself at him!"
More bits came flooding back as her head slowly stopped swimming.
Susan remembered feeling incredibly horny during their drive home, and wondering if Matt knew. Remembered wondering what he’d do if she just leaned over and gave him head, like she used to do for Mike, back when they started dating. She remembered losing control and pulling him into her house, and, and...
"Oh my God!"
Just fragments now. Matt pulling at her clothes, lying on her, his hands moving over her, his mouth on her body. She remembered her first orgasm, the first orgasm she’d had with a man in years, Remembered Matt’s penis ripping into her...
"GgggnnnnOOOOhhh!"
Suddenly her legs quivered and the room spun around her, and Susan almost fell over as a wave of pain and lust ripped through her. She grabbed the counter until the room stopped spinning.
"I can’t believe you let him fuck you," she told herself in the mirror.
Susan shook her head at her own stupidity.
For a second, she wondered if he’d drugged her, and then shook her head again. She’d been with him the entire meal, until she’d gone into the bathroom. She was already pretty drunk by that point, and she’d managed to do that all on her own.
She looked at her body again in the mirror. "Looks like he enjoyed himself," she muttered.
Susan patted her face dry with the towel and dropped it on the counter, then shuffled bow-legged back into the bedroom. She figured Matt left after he was finished, but noticed that the other side of the bed looked slept in. She looked around and found a trail of her clothes leading back into the living room, and followed them down the hall, picking them up as she went, wondering how she made it to bed.
She knew she’d been fucked hard - her pussy ached and her legs were sore - but even with the pain in her crotch, she still felt a little horny. She wondered what Matt looked like this morning. She found herself hoping that he was walking around as tenderly as she was, and grinned.
In the living room, she found her shoes and an open bottle of wine on ice with a card.
"Matt?" Susan looked around, wondering if he was still here.
When he didn’t answer, she dropped her armload of wrinkled clothes on the couch, opened the card, and read to herself:
‘Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you looked like you were going to sleep in and there were a few things I needed to take care of this afternoon. I thought you might be a little hungry when you woke up, so I left some ice cream in the fridge, and there’s pizza to go with the wine. No movies - sorry, the Soaps’ll have to do. Enjoy lunch, and I’ll stop by tonight around 8-ish. Maybe we can go see something later. Matt’
A wonderfully warm little tingle washed through her as she read the letter, settling in her crotch.
Susan realized she was holding her breath and let it out with a whoosh. She tapped the card thoughtfully, and a little smile snuck across her face.
Damn him, she thought, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face. The last thing I need right now is to have an affair.
Lately, her career was glowing. In another four years, with her record and recent accomplishments - plus the help of Mike’s family name - she might have a realistic shot at Washington. She sighed, exasperated with herself. She and Mike had been so careful when they finally decided to split up and live alone - appearances were everything in their businesses. That was one of the few things they’d ever agreed on, and now Susan felt absolutely stupid to have been seen in public with Matt.
Inwardly, she kicked herself again. Who knew if anyone got any pictures of them together, or what kind of gossip might be circulating.
She couldn’t get involved with a scandal. Not now, not with the decency bill still bouncing around, waiting for the voters. News of this would kill the bill and make her a laughing stock in her firm, in politics, even her social circles.
What the hell got into her, kissing him out on her porch, for all the neighbors to see? And drunk, too? God, just how dumb could she be?
Memory of the hickies and bruises covering her body popped back into her mind, and Susan groaned. How was she going to hide those? It was almost summertime; she couldn’t just pull a turtleneck over them.
She dropped the card and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it while she pondered damage control.
How bad was this really?
Susan knew several of her female colleagues in both law and politics who kept lovers. But they were typically college students who were happy getting laid once or twice a week in return for a decent apartment, not grown men with a life of their own.
Susan wondered if Matt would settle for just a one-night stand.
Not that Matt wasn’t attractive. She’d always thought he was kind of cute, and he’d always been a flirt, even when she was still married. But if anyone found out that she was sleeping with some regular guy with no money, no aspirations...!
Well, that wouldn’t do.
She curled up naked on the couch with her glass and tried to think things out. The wine was making her warm, and she felt an odd tingling spreading through her. It made her smile, and she rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation.
A brief memory, just a flash from last night flitted through her mind, of Matt, lying on top of her, his penis buried in her, gently stroking her stomach.
Susan almost spilled her wine as a wave of horniness flooded through her. She closed her eyes and remembered what she could of him last night, touching her.
She smiled at herself, and her thinking made a complete about-face.
"You got laid," she said out loud. "You got laid, you seduced him and brought him home and you got laid."
Susan shook her head, that crazy little smile stealing back over her face. She suddenly felt almost proud of herself for getting a little out of control.
Matt was the first man she’d slept with since her separation. Even when she and Mike were living together the last few years, they never shared the same bed. And now she was always so damned busy with either work or dealing with her kids, she didn’t have a social life outside of the business dinners or political functions.
Susan sipped her wine, pondering that thought.
Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let him come over tonight, if she were careful. They could stay in for the evening and watch movies, or she could cook him dinner, and…
She grinned again, blushing, as a wild thought hit her out of nowhere. Susan felt her pussy get wet.
"Maybe I’ll seduce him while we’re eating." She set her glass on the table, licked her lips and closed her eyes, fantasizing. "I’ll sit on his lap and feed him dessert with my fingers, and..."
Susan touched herself and her eyes fluttered closed as a warm, wet flood gushed over her hand. She squirted all over her legs and the couch as she climaxed.
"Oh sh-shit..."
She’d never done that before. Not...ejaculating, like a man.
Susan kept rubbing her clit until her hips jerked and her orgasm subsided. She jumped up as her cum dripped down the inside of her legs and soaked the couch. She shook the moisture from her hand.
Oh God, I’m horny, she thought. And look at me. Here I am, trying to get smut banned from the state, and suddenly I’m masturbating over some guy who had sex with me while I was drunk enough to pass out.
Her stomach growled as she wiped at the wet beads running down her thighs.
She stepped towards the kitchen to hunt down that pizza, and thought again of Matt naked, here in her house with her.
Yeah, she thought. Okay.
Maybe she could him around for a little while longer.
If she was careful.
Susan ate lunch, thinking how sweet Matt had been to bring her food, trying to ignore the hot tingling in her pussy.
Afterwards, she was still horny, enough to need a cold shower to try to cool off. It seemed to help. A little.
After her shower Susan slipped on a silk bathrobe and tried to watch television, snacking on the ice cream and sipping at the wine, but she kept fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Matt later, and she couldn’t seem to pay any attention.
She turned off the television, sighing.
He owed her for last night, she figured.
Susan took a bite of the ice cream and wondered if he’d lick her pussy if she put some down there for him to enjoy.
"Here’s your dessert, Matt," Susan said out loud with a giggle, and she shivered with pleasure as she used her finger to smear a glob of ice cream over her pussy. She spread her legs and rubbed it in. The ice cream was cold and sticky. She dabbed another finger-full onto her crotch, and her nipples popped up.
"Oh. Would you like some there, too?" She asked the empty room. Susan ran her finger around the inside of the container and plopped a dollop of ice cream over each nipple.
"Well, come and get it," she giggled to herself, and spread her legs.
I’m going to need another shower after this, she thought, and closed her eyes.
By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Susan had finished off half the pizza, most of the ice cream and all the wine.
Three more cold showers later, and she was so horny she could barely sit still.
Around four o’clock, Susan had a sexual epiphany, and she hunted through boxes in her closet until she found an old vibrator someone had given her as a joke back in college. She managed to find some batteries that still worked in a junk drawer, and she spent the next several hours naked and spread-eagled on her bed, masturbating.
Where the hell is he? She thought, desperately jabbing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The dildo was slippery in her hand and the bedding underneath her was saturated with her pussy juice.
It seemed like the more she came, the more she needed to fuck.
This isn’t helping at all, she thought.
Somehow she knew she needed to fuck Matt.
When Susan finally heard the doorbell ring, she was in the middle of a rip-roaring orgasm. She was coming so hard and moaning so loudly that she missed the bell on the first ring, and she had to literally sit on the hand holding the dildo, breathlessly forcing herself to listen for the bell to ring again.
Nothing.
Susan almost wept out of sheer frustration. Her crotch was burning like it was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was...
Wait. There it was again.
Susan bolted out of bed and ran to her front door. She pulled it open and stood there, naked and panting. Matt stood just outside, his finger halfway back to the ringer with a look of complete surprise.
"Hi," he grinned at her, and Susan launched herself out the door, jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him wildly. She felt her pussy rub against his shirt and she groaned, her need for him welling back up like a hunger.
Fuck the neighbors, she thought. She was so horny now she would’ve fucked him right here on the steps, in plain view of God and the world.
"Oh God, finally..."
Susan rained kisses on Matt as he carried her awkwardly inside and kicked the door shut. He tried to set her down but she slid to the floor and fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unbuckled.
"Hey!" Matt caught her wrists, and she shoved her face against his crotch until he pushed her roughly away.
"Oh please, Matt, please, I can’t wait. Please let me fuck you," she begged breathlessly, straining to get her hands on him.
Matt grinned at her flushed face, her disheveled hair. But he tightened his grip and pushed her back onto the floor, and sat on her chest.
Then he noticed the smell.
"Lordy, Sue, you smell like a rotting clam."
Susan moaned as her body took his weight, and she wiggled underneath him. Her hands groped at him until he pinned her arms under his knees.
He cupped her face, forcing her to look away from his crotch. "Looks like you’ve been having some, uh, fun while I was gone."
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, oh please," she gasped. He grinned again.
"Persistent little twat. I can see why you’re such a good politician." He patted her face.
She squirmed.
"Please Matt; I need you...right now, I..."
He shook her head with his hands, making her cheeks wiggle.
"You know, Sue, I won’t turn you down, but I’m going to make you a deal. You want to hear it?"
Susan tried to calm down. "O-okay."
"Okay. Here’s the deal." Matt gently played with her hair as he spoke. "We’re going to take this slow tonight, okay?"
She nodded.
"Good. First, since you’re so God-awful horny, I’ll let you give me a little blow job. How does that sound?"
Susan began panting uncontrollably, and a giddy smile lit up her face.
"Looks like that’s a yes. Cool."
Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as he spoke.
"If you can make me come, we’ll get you cleaned up and dressed so you look cute, and then we’ll go to a movie like I promised." He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand, pulling her head towards him. "I’ll give you a bath and dress you myself." Susan moaned and almost came at the thought. "Then after the movie, I promise you’ll get all the sex you can handle. Deal?"
Susan managed to nod again, licking her lips.
"Good girl."
He used his free hand to yank his pants down under his crotch and his dick plopped out onto Susan’s upturned face and slid off one side.
He was huge, bigger than she’d imagined, more than twice the size of the dildo she’d been jacking off with earlier. She looked at his cock with a mixture of lust and fear, wondering how she was able to take him last night, finally realizing why her pussy was so sore.
I must’ve been really drunk, she thought.
He grabbed his dick and plopped it back onto her face. It was hot and sweaty, and Susan licked him with the little pink tip of her tongue, making his cock twitch.
She grinned up at him and began slowly running her tongue up and down the bottom of his dick, watching it grow, until it hovered, pulsing, just above her face. He was so big; she wondered how he didn’t get dizzy and pass out from blood loss to his head.
Matt lifted his ass off her chest, his knees and all of his weight pressing hard into her upper arms.
Susan sucked in air as pain bolted up her arms.
"Oww..."
His dick slid down her face and Matt pushed the swollen, purple head into her mouth, cutting off her air with a gurgle.
Her eyes bulged with pain and shock, and she kicked and thrashed under him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms completely to the floor, shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Susan heard her jaws crack as Matt used his hips to fuck her face, pushing harder with each thrust, forcing his cock into throat.
He never pulled out, just kept fucking her deeper and deeper. Susan gagged and vomited around his cock, spewing burning bile out from her nose, and she saw spots as her vision slowly turned red and hazy. She knew she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and could feel her body getting weaker and weaker. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and her legs stopped kicking and just flopped to the floor, twitching.
She barely noticed when he was fully buried in her mouth, when his heavy balls smacked her chin and he started to viciously pump in and out of her mouth, pounding her head against the floor.
Susan listened to the smacking sound as his balls whacked her face, and she slowly faded away.
Suddenly, Matt jerked once and groaned. He squeezed her wrists painfully tight as he shot his load, filling her throat with hot, salty cum. He jerked again, spurting more of the sticky fluid into her, and then he slowly pulled out.
Tears of shame and fear and lust ran down the sides of her face as Susan choked and coughed the vomit and cum out of her nose and throat.
"Whooo-boy!"
Matt patted her face and sat back on her stomach, stroking himself and rubbing his thick, wet cock on her tits. Another little twitch sent another spurt of hot cum into the air and over her shoulder, and he sighed happily. He still had her upper arms pinned under his knees, but he’d let go of her hands, and Susan grabbed his dick in a death grip.
He’d almost killed her, but she’d never felt so fucking horny. Still gasping for breath, she started licking him clean.
"That’s my girl," he smiled down at her and pinched her nipples.
When she’d cleaned him to her satisfaction, she wiped the spooge off her face and grinned up at him.
"Did I do a good job?"
He stood up and she grabbed for him. Pins and needles exploded in her numb arms as the blood began to circulate again.
"A very good job."
Matt bent over, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle again.
"All right. Let’s go pick out some clothes."
As he carried her into the bedroom, patting her bare ass, Susan wondered just what the hell was happening to her.
The bedroom smelled musky, of sex.
Matt took a look at the vibrator lying on the bed and the big, wet bed-stain and grinned.
"Nice dildo, Sue." He patted her ass again.
She grimaced, embarrassed.
"I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d stayed with me today."
Matt carried Susan into the bathroom, propped her up in the shower and turned on the water. He stepped out of his clothes, and then slipped into the shower with her, taking her into his arms.
She melted into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away.
"Uh-uh. Not until you’ve brushed your teeth, kiddo. Your breath smells awful."
Her hands flew to her mouth, remembering the vomit.
What the hell did he expect after that, minty fresh?
He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, holding her tight, and kissed her neck.
Susan felt his dick slide up the inside of her leg, and she pushed her ass against him, bending over, reaching for him between her legs. She gripped his cock, marveling at how big he was, and guided him to her pussy.
This is what she’d been waiting for all fucking day.
She spread her legs wide and braced her hands on the tile wall of the shower, arching her back to give him better access to her body. He grabbed her around her waist, and she gasped as he pushed into her.
"Oh God!"
Susan pushed her ass against him, urging him on. It hurt, but her pussy was so relaxed from her day of masturbating that he slid right in. She felt him cup her breasts and pull her closer to him.
He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear:
"Whose little bitch are you, Sue? Are you my little bitch?"
She managed to lick her lips and nod as she ground her ass against his crotch.
"I want you to say it, Sue. I want to hear you say it."
Susan touched his face, ran her hand through his wet hair as she shower poured down on them. She tipped her head as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.
She licked her lips again.
"I’m yours Matt."
"All mine?"
She nodded blissfully.
"All yours. I’m...all y-yours. Your l-l-little bitch."
Her orgasm flooded over her, and she felt her own hot juice running down her legs as Matt, her man, slowly, gently fucked her from behind.
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Afterwards, they toweled each other dry, and he let her brush his hair. Susan liked the way he looked naked. He was tall and his body was tan and rugged and hard, with a light dusting of hair around his groin and chest, on his arms and legs.
Susan mentally compared him with her husband, and suddenly decided she had no idea why she’d ever been attracted to Mike. He was just never her type, except for maybe his intellect. Physically, Matt was so much bigger than Mike - in every way. Even now, soft and flaccid, his cock was massive. She ran her finger the length of him and cupped his balls. They were soft and heavy in her hand. She thought carrying that load around must be uncomfortable.
Susan jumped a little as his cock throbbed, then grinned at him.
"What do you do when you get horny?"
He looked at her with a goofy smile.
"You mean like a few minutes ago?"
She blushed.
"No, no, I mean, when you’re dressed. How do you...you know...carry it?"
"Oh..." He nodded. "It likes to ride straight up, but it pretty much does whatever it wants to do, and pokes wherever it wants to poke."
"Don’t you...I don’t know, have any control?"
He grinned. "Over my dick? Not a bit."
Mike did the same thing."
Matt grinned again. Sometimes he wondered that himself.
"Maybe it is."
"Does it make you do stuff?"
Matt blinked at her, and took the hairbrush from her.
"Like what?"
She shrugged and reached for her toothbrush.
"I don’t know. Like...like..." she shook her head again. "I don’t know. Mike used to say that all men thought with their dicks."
He grinned again, giving her an odd look.
"Wow. What a vocabulary. When did Miss Little Goodie-Goodie start swearing?"
Susan thought about that as she squirted some toothpaste onto the brush and ran it under the faucet.
"Apparently about a day ago, right after we had lunch together."
"Huh. And it’s all my fault, I take it?"
She grinned and pressed her ass into him again.
Matt quietly brushed her hair while she scrubbed her teeth. She enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her, suddenly feeling a little horny again.
He set the brush on the counter as she rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, smiling.
"There." She showed him her teeth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Better?"
He picked her up and kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he cupped her ass and sat her down on the counter.
"Better," he agreed.
Susan felt something poking against her crotch, and looked down to see his dick, hard and throbbing again, pushing into her.
"I thought we needed to go," she whispered.
"It’s okay, everybody can wait for us.
Everybody, who? She wondered.
He kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her.
"Just one more for the road."
Her body twitched as he entered her, and she knocked her toothbrush clattering into the sink.
"Okay. Just...o-one...m-m-more..."
Unbelievable, Susan thought. I’m still...horny.
Her pussy was burning up, and little beads of moisture still dripped down her legs.
She shook her head.
Here I am, she thought, naked with a man I barely know, who’s just fucked me silly twice - hell, almost choked me to death with his cock - after spending all day playing with myself, and I can’t get enough.
It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was like an overwhelming physical need.
Matt had just stepped into the bedroom after they’d finished their last bout of lovemaking, leaving her in the bathroom.
Something in her body screamed at her the minute he left the room and Susan had a completely irrational, crazy feeling that he was going to leave. She bolted out of the bathroom after him, and almost knocked him over as he bent over and picked up his clothes.
The sight of him bent over with his ass in the air sent the room spinning around her, and she had to grab him to keep from falling down.
"Hey!" he laughed at her as she clutched him in a panic.
This definitely isn’t normal, she thought.
Matt was more right than he knew when he called her a goody-two-shoes. Until Mike, she’d only had a couple boyfriends during high school and college. She never had the time, or any interest, really. And those didn’t stay around very long, after they learned that her education and then her career came first, before anything else.
She’d been a virgin until her senior year in college, until a friend invited her to a party in the football dorm with him.
Susan closed her eyes at the memory. He’d given her a cup of punch, telling her that she didn’t have to drink if she didn’t want to. The punch was good, and she’d actually started to wind down and enjoy herself. A cup or two later, though, and the party was swimming around her, and her ‘friend’ had her pinned to a couch, ripping at her clothes.
She woke up two days later, back at her room, naked and alone, looking and feeling a lot like she had when she woke up this morning. Even now, she had no idea how many times she’d been raped while she was unconscious, or how she got back to her dorm.
Later, Susan learned that she wasn’t the only girl invited to the parties and molested. In fact, it was a party ritual: every weekend, a couple girls who weren’t with the jock click were lured to the party and drugged, then raped, by whoever wanted them over a period of a couple days.
They were just another party favor.
Susan reasoned that she was lucky; she never got pregnant, never caught any diseases. The whole experience was awful, but she never reported it, and could only remembered bits of what happened.
It was her one dirty secret, her shame.
Susan kept it to herself, never telling anyone. Instead, she used the experience to motivate herself, and eventually, she managed to turn it into a positive, a good thing. She’d finished at the top of her law class, and she met Mike at his father’s firm, after she’d been hired to manage their corporate accounts.
Mike pursued her for months until she broke down and started to date him. And Susan had tried to forget the rape when they finally made love, when they decided to get married and have children.
She tried, but it was always at the back of her mind, and never quite went away. It defined her emotionally and she built her career on the seed of what happened to her. It had slowly poisoned her relationship with Mike, and her kids…
But now, with Matt...
She knew she wasn’t being herself. The coincidences were so strong...
Susan wondered again if somehow she’d been drugged. But it still didn’t make sense. All the sex/rape drugs she’d ever heard of in the course of her work didn’t make you...excited. They knocked you out, or at best just made you incapable of any action. And not for more than a few hours or so...
Maybe she’d just got drunk. And whatever inhibitions she had hit the wind when he took her home. After all, she’d been the one to actually pull him into the house last night.
Susan shook her head a little. She’d definitely lost her inhibitions. Letting him fuck her on her bathroom counter? Mike could barely get her to spread her legs for him in bed, much less in the shower or anywhere else.
She picked up Matt’s shirt, and he let her dress him. She used the chance to explore his body. When she finally buckled his belt, locking away his penis, she felt a moment of…what? Something that twisted in her stomach. Loss?
Maybe.
She kissed him through his pants. Maybe she just liked him. Susan sighed, and he grinned at her.
"Don’t worry. Remember, I promised you all the sex you can handle tonight."
It was like he could read her mind. She patted his crotch and stood up.
"Your turn."
She pulled open her dresser and rustled through her clothes.
"What should I wear? Jeans? I haven’t been out to a movie in a long time."
"Ah-ah-ah. No-no-no. No jeans." He pulled her away and sat her on the bed. "I told you I was going to get you ready, you just sit tight."
He stepped back and looked at her.
"Okay. I dig the prim schoolteacher look you’ve got going, but we’re gonna sex you up a little. Where’s your best lingerie?"
Susan grinned and pointed to the top drawer of her dresser.
"In here?" She nodded and Matt opened the drawer. She saw him whistle to himself.
"Do you actually wear this stuff?" He pulled out a lacy white satin bra, and a black garter belt with a pair of black silk stockings.
Susan blushed.
"Yeah, but not because...I mean, I like to feel pretty. You don’t like them?"
Matt cocked his eyebrow and knelt by her feet.
"What’s not to like? Call me an old fashioned chauvinist, but I think women should dress like this all the time."
He slipped the garter belt up her legs and Susan lifted her hips off the bed to help him.
"Really?"
He grinned. "You bet. Old Hugh got it right."
She was confused.
"Who?"
"No, ‘Hugh’.
She groaned. "Stop that. I mean, who are you talking about?"
"You ever read Playboy?"
She shook her head.
"Are you kidding?"
He grinned again.
"Well, Hugh - Hef - makes all the women who pose for the magazine look very soft and sweet. I’ve had a lingerie fetish since I was a kid."
He rolled up her stockings and she closed her eyes as he slipped them up her thighs. She’d forgotten how cool and smooth the silk felt against her skin. He attached the stockings to the belt with their little clamps, and pulled her to her feet.
"Keep your arms up. Just like that."
He pulled the bra straps over her arms and reached around her to clasp the back. She kissed his neck as she felt him struggle with the snaps, and giggled at him.
"Hey, look, don’t mock me, I prefer leaving these things on," he said, grinning back at her. "Or I just rip ‘em off. I’m not a pro at putting them on, especially when I can’t see what I’m doing."
Susan pushed him away and reached behind her back, snapping the hooks into place. She adjusted the straps and cupped her breasts for him.
She remembered a line her son had used on his girlfriend.
"Daddy like?"
Matt laughed and pinched her ass.
"Very perky."
He pulled a black slip out of the drawer, and she leaned against him as she stepped into it.
"Okay. Skirts and blouses," he asked as he settled it around her waist.
She pointed again. "Um, there and there." He bent over and searched through the drawers. "Uh, Matt, what about panties?"
He looked up at her and shook his head.
"Nope."
"But..."
He stood up, holding a white silk blouse and a black skirt.
"I said no." He shook out the blouse. "Now give me your hands."
He slipped the blouse on and buttoned it to the bottom of her breasts, leaving the collar open and showing off her cleavage, and then he buttoned the cuffs around her wrists. She could just make out the soft, lacy outline of her bra through the gauzy material of the blouse.
He shook out the skirt for her and she stepped into it, letting him pull it over her hips, and she helped him tuck in her blouse while he zipped her up. She started to finish buttoning her front, but he smacked her hand.
"Ow!"
"Stop it, then." He looked her up and down. "Jewelry?"
She opened a carved wood box on the dresser, and she grinned when he found her favorite pearl earrings. She felt another small tingle shoot through her body when he put them on for her.
"There’s a necklace that goes with these..." She stopped as he shook his head.
"Good idea, but no again. Do you have a jacket that matches that skirt?"
Susan opened her walk-in closet and searched through her clothes. She pulled out a black jacket and slipped it on. Matt stopped her as she tried to button it.
"Leave it alone." He looked in the closet. "All right. Now shoes. You have any high heels?"
She pulled out a pair of black pumps and slipped them on.
"Perfect."
She turned on the overhead light and looked at herself in the mirror at the back of the closet. Matt held her hands, and she spun for him.
"Okay, just two little things."
"What?"
Matt held her left hand and slowly pulled off her wedding ring.
"We get rid of this."
A flash of guilt ran through her as he tossed it casually onto the floor.
"Oh! Matt, that was..."
"Nothing. That was your old life." He cupped her chin in his hand, made her look him in the eye. "Whose bitch are you?"
"W-what?"
He shook her a little.
"I said, 'whose bitch are you?'"
Fear ran through her for a second, until she remembered the shower.
"I’m your little bitch," she said quietly.
He grinned and grabbed his jacket, pulled something out of his pocket.
"Good. Turn around."
He faced her towards her mirror and stood behind her.
"Hold your hair up, out of the way."
She folded her hair over the top of her head, and a prickling, burning sensation ran through her as he buckled a thick, heavy leather collar around her neck. He put it on tight, and she ran the tip of her finger around its edge.
"There. Now you’re mine."
She stared at him.
"What are you talking about?"
The look on his face scared her a little. He looked at his watch.
"Come on. We need to go."
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She was horny again, squirming around in her seat, playing with the collar around her neck.
What the hell did he mean, ‘now you’re mine’?
When she asked him again, Matt just smiled at her and said, "Shhh. You’ll see."
So damn weird. But she was definitely ready again, wet and waiting. She had been ever since he buckled on the collar.
The whole business was baffling, and Susan was so distracted, she never thought to ask where they were going, or what they were going to see, until Matt backed into a parking spot and turned off the car.
"Here we are."
He got out and walked around to her side of the car, holding out his hand for her. He helped her out and she looked around.
Susan recognized this place.
They’d driven to one of the oldest sections of town, to the oldest movie house in the state, the Carver Theater. About fifteen years ago, when all the multi-plex theaters started popping up around town, business here had slowed enough that the old owner had sold the Carver for what pittance he could, and the new owner had turned it into a porno house, showing movies for the trench-coat-pervert-kiddie-rapist crowd.
This was one of the places her bill, when it passed, would help get shut down.
"You’ve got to be kidding me."
"C’mon. Trust me."
Matt pulled her reluctantly across the street, to the box office, where a fat, bald man sat, smoking a cigar.
"Two, please. Main theater."
Susan was shaking her head. Something about this felt really bad. A warning bell went off - No no no no no - screaming in her head, and the fat man seemed to blur behind the haze of smoke swirling around in the booth.
"That’ll be Fi’teen bucks."
Susan clutched Matt’s arm and the world seemed to spin around her as Matt handed the fat man a twenty dollar bill. The fat man gave him a five and a couple old-fashioned ticket stubs back.
"Good choice, Sonny."
He winked, and gave Susan a nasty, wicked grin.
"Enjoy the show."
Susan could hear him laughing as Matt pulled her inside. They passed a concession counter, where a skinny man missing his front teeth was busy picking his nose.
Matt examined the selection and turned to her.
"Do you want something to drink, or some popcorn?"
She stared at Matt. He seemed to be having a good time.
The skinny man pulled something green and elastic from his nose.
"Oh, God. No!"
Matt shrugged at the skinny man, who rolled his treasure between his thumb and forefinger.
"Nothin’?" He asked.
"Nope. Guess not."
"Thuit yourthelf," he lisped, and flicked the booger into the popcorn. He leaned over the counter and grinned at Susan as Matt led her to a door. "Hey, don’ worry, ‘hon. It juth addth flavor."
Susan shuddered, and Matt opened the door and ushered her into a noisy theater. She stopped short, letting her eyes get accustomed to the gloom.
The theater was huge, with a balcony above them.
Susan guessed there were about thirty or forty rows of seats running up from the old fashioned stage below the movie screen in the front of the theater. Each row was split into three columns, with about ten seats down the middle and four on each end. She had no idea how many the balcony held.
At least seven hundred seats, and every one looked taken. A loud, excited murmur filled the theater like a strange aura of expectation.
Susan looked around, flabbergasted.
"What are we here for?"
"It’s a special surprise."
What the hell is so special about this place, she wondered. She knew the building was so old it was on a list as a state monument. Maybe this was a benefit to renovate the theater.
"Your tickets, sir."
Susan jumped as a huge man, who looked as hairy as a bear and was dressed in an old-fashioned usher’s uniform, detached himself from the wall behind them.
Matt handed him their tickets, and the tall man shined a flashlight on them.
"Right this way, sir."
The creepy usher led them down the aisle.
She snuck her hand through Matt’s arm, for some reason not wanting to leave him even for a second. The loud buzz of voices she heard when they stepped inside quieted to a hush. Susan knew it was just her imagination, but she felt every eye on them as they sat down.
The sudden quiet was overwhelming. Susan felt something like awe directed towards Matt as he settled in, and a barely restrained animosity towards her.
Her little warning bell amped up, but Matt seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at the smelly, stinky creep sitting next to him and they struck up a conversation.
She tried to take in what she could in the gloom as the volume of voices around her slowly rose.
The stage looked real, probably left over from when the building actually had live performances. A small stairwell at each end of the aisles led up to the stage floor and the movie screen. It looked like there was an old, ratty mattress thrown up there, along with some chains and other junk. The room stank of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol, and worse; everybody around her looked like a bum, and they all seemed to be leering drunkenly at her.
If Matt hadn’t been here with her, she would have run screaming from the room.
A scrawny old man sitting to her left gave her a gap-toothed grin, and she leaned against Matt, as far away from the smelly man as possible. Matt smiled at her and patted her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg with his fingers. She felt a little rush of excitement at his touch, and she was instantly wet.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"We should’ve stayed home."
He laughed a little and she moved his hand up her thigh, until it rested on her soft, curly mound. Susan felt her breath catch and she squirmed a little as his hand gently massaged her under her skirt.
God, she thought wistfully, it’s been less than an hour, and all I want to do is fuck him again. I’d even do him in his car.
The room spun around her as Matt’s finger slipped into her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little for him.
He played with her, and Susan wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with him in his little BMW. Her Lexus would be a lot easier. It was so much roomier... her eyes popped open as she realized that she’d left her car in Matt’s parking lot.
The scrawny old man next to her cackled wetly, coughing up a chunk of phlegm that he spit onto the floor. Susan stared at the man until she realized he was watching Matt rub her pussy.
Oh God, what am I doing?
She grabbed Matt’s hand and pushed it away, slapping her legs together and bolting straight up in her seat. Matt looked at her, surprised, and the scrawny man pointed to his hand and gave Matt a thumbs up.
Susan stared at the stage, blushing furiously as the scrawny man elbowed her arm and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Matt just grinned and rubbed her thigh again.
His touch seemed to calm her down a bit. Susan started to relax as the fat man from the ticket booth was led down the aisle by the huge usher. He climbed the stairs to the stage, and the crowd applauded him. He bowed with a flourish, taking a microphone from the usher, who stepped back into the shadows.
The fat man tapped the microphone, sending a loud whine through the speaker system, and he grinned at his audience.
"Is this thing on?"
The lights dimmed even further, and the screen in back of him flickered to life. The fat man’s image loomed over the crowd.
Susan stared, then blinked, and stared again.
The man’s image on the movie screen was clear as day. But the real man, standing just a few feet in front of her, kept blurring in and out of focus, just like he had when he sold Matt his tickets.
Susan looked away. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. They just stared up at the stage, laughing at the man’s stupid jokes. Susan closed her eyes and shook her head. She’d assumed that all the smoke in the little booth had obscured her vision before, but now she wasn’t so sure. He still chomped on a cigar, and she could make that and the microphone out fine, but his face was just a dark, black blur.
Susan felt a knot of fear grow deep in her belly. Then she realized he was talking about her.
"And I’d like to welcome a special couple to tonight’s show. My buddy, Matt (a loud round of applause for Matt, who grinned), who you all know organized this little shin-dig, and his... (Susan saw the man’s face clearly for a second, then it melted away until she could just see his eyes, his shiny, beady little black eyes glaring down at her) ...lovely, lovely new friend, the reason we’re all here, your State Rep., Ms. Susan Manning!"
Oh, God! He didn’t just say her name, did he?
Panic surged through Susan as the man linked her with Matt. She felt her carefully constructed career suddenly slipping away.
And then she realized that he’d said ‘Ms.’ Not ‘Mrs. Susan Manning’ - ‘Ms. Susan Manning’. The irrational feeling of dread bubbled up and over, making her shiver.
Up on stage, the fat man was waving in their direction.
"Matt, why don’t you come on up and tell us what we’re going to be seeing tonight."
Susan couldn’t speak. She grabbed at Matt, not wanting him to leave her, but her hands groped at air as he stood up and waved, then bounded up the stairs to the stage to a standing ovation. The usher handed Matt another microphone, and he grinned out at the crowd. The fat man held up his hands, and the applause gradually settled down.
Matt cleared his throat.
"I’m sure you’re all excited to get the movie under way, but I’ll give you a quick introduction. What you’re about to see is a quick cut of footage that we shot last night, so Melvin and I will narrate as we go along." He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up towards the projection booth. "Let’s get rolling, shall we?"
Susan hugged herself, crossing her arms under her breasts, and tried to sink back into her seat.
What the hell could this be? After two nights of complete weirdness, Susan thought she was ready for anything.
She was wrong.
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The sound of a projector turning clicked away from in back of the theater, and the screen went dark, fading into a shot of a teenage girl, sobbing hysterically and running for her life through a rough-hewn, rocky tunnel.
The film was shot from what looked like a series of video cameras mounted on the walls and roof of the tunnels. It cut choppily from one position to another as the girl ran, turning corners, moving from one tunnel to the next.
The girl was naked except for a few clothes that were ripped and torn. And just steps behind her, an impenetrable black mass of rolling, tentacled shadows pursued her.
The girl caromed off a wall and fell, sliding on a rough, concrete floor. She scrambled with her feet and shot forward again, running full-tilt into a heavy door.
Susan got a good look at the girls face as she jerked the door open, and her hand shot to her mouth.
"Oh God."
Susan’s hand trembled as she recognized the poor girl, her face a mask of fear as she ran from whatever was chasing her.
"Rachel?"
Even as she said her name, Susan knew. The girl on the screen was her daughter.
Matt’s voice cut through the fog of fear that had settled around her, and Susan looked at him, happily smiling down at her from the stage.
"She’s really quite pretty when she’s frightened, isn’t she Sue? I never thought she was attractive before, but watching her now, well..."
Matt paused, and on screen, Rachel threw her slim body against the heavy door, pushing it shut. She was in a dark warehouse, and she turned and cringed like a trapped animal as rows of floodlights snapped on, one by one.
"Here’s our big scene, everybody." Matt told his audience.
Rachel leaned against the door, panting with terror, as a circle of a dozen muscular, naked men wearing nothing but black leather bondage masks closed in around her. In the middle of the circle, two more men, naked and leashed with heavy chains, frantically clawed the air at the sight of her.
Susan felt her world tilt at the sight of her husband and her son Todd, Their faces were twisted almost beyond recognition, and they pulled frantically at the chains keeping them from Rachel.
Rachel tried to run again, jumping into the wall of naked men who pushed her into the middle of the circle. She jumped back, whimpering, as her father snatched at her leg.
And then the masked men let him loose.
Susan almost fell out of her seat as she watched her husband attack her daughter, pulling her down and pinning her to the floor. Rachel was screaming as he rolled her onto her stomach and pried her legs open. He wedged himself between her legs, his penis hard and jutting straight out, and he fell on her.
The fat man chortled into his microphone. "She doesn’t look too excited to see her dad, does she?"
The men around Susan chuckled, and Susan felt tears roll down her cheeks as her husband brutally ripped into Rachel, groping and biting as he raped her.
And then the masked men let her son free.
"Can we get some sound for this?" Matt asked from the stage.
Speakers around the theater crackled to life, and Susan covered her ears as Rachel’s screams mixed with the cheers from the crowd.
Todd tried to shove his father off Rachel, and for a second, Susan thought he was trying to help her.
But Mike held on and Todd rolled them over until Rachel was splayed out on top of her father with her legs spread wide open, and Todd grabbed her arms as she feebly tried to fight him off. The cameraman angled his shot from behind Todd, so the entire theater could see Rachel’s face and her crotch as her brother penetrated her.
The crowd cheered again, and Susan screamed along with her daughter as Todd took her in two, quick thrusts.
Susan tried to stand and run, but strong hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped in her hair, pulling her back into her seat.
"You think you’re leavin’?" a voice from behind her growled. "You ain't goin’ anywhere until Matt or Melvin says you can, you fuckin’ bitch."
Susan choked as her dog collar was yanked tight against her throat, and she heard the clink of a chain and a metallic ‘click’, then someone gave two, short jerks against her new leash. He pulled her hair and bent her head back over the seat as someone took Matt’s chair.
"We wanna play wi’tcha for a while, bitch." The man behind her pointed at the movie screen. "’Sides, this shit is just gettin’ good. You don’t wanna miss the end. Uh-uh, nossir."
He let her hair go, and Susan tried to unbuckle her collar.
"Bad idea, bitch!"
The man behind her smacked the back of her head hard enough that Susan saw a white flash of light, and then her arms were yanked over her head. Susan felt cold metal slap around her wrists, and she cried out as her hands were pulled down behind her back, raising her slightly out of her seat and forcing her to bend backwards at the waist to alleviate some of the pressure.
She heard the scrawny old bum next to her chortle, and she gasped as she felt rough, callused hands running over her body, grabbing at her breasts and ripping her blouse open. Susan screamed as the man that sat next to her pulled her bra down under her breasts, then leaned over and sucked at her nipple.
"Oh God, no...!"
She kicked and twisted in her seat, and he bit down hard, sending a bolt of pain lancing through her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the scrawny old man to her left unzip his pants and pull out his penis, and then he was leaning over her too, licking his lips and running a cold hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her pussy.
On screen, Todd and Mike had developed a rhythm, both their faces scrunched tight as they fucked Rachel.
They had rolled onto their sides with Rachel sandwiched between them, and Mike thrust into her ass, forcing her forward onto Todd, and then Todd pounded into his sisters pussy, forcing her body back against her father.
The man behind Susan held her still, with her hands pinned behind her back and his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch her daughter’s rape. The men who were sitting around her stood and started to line up to take the place of the two men pawing and biting at her body.
Matt and the other men on stage grinned down at her, and Susan squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ah-ah-ah, Susan. You need to see this. Homer, make sure she keeps her eyes open, please."
The man behind her hit her head, over and over. Susan bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together, tears of pain and fear rolling down her face, until the man covered her forehead with his hand and pried her eyelids open with his fingers.
"You do what Matt tells you, bitch! You un’nerstand?"
The scrawny man wrapped one of his legs around hers, forcing her legs open, and was finger-fucking Susan, jabbing his fingers into her pussy as the other man sucked her tits and jacked off in his pants.
On stage, Melvin was sweating like a pig, and his dick was ready to explode. Fuck this shit. Time to get the real show on the road, he thought.
"Gentlemen!"
His voice boomed over the speakers. All heads turned his way.
"Homer, why don’t you escort our new friend up here, if you please, before her suitors take their turns a little early. Manny, will you help carry her up?"
The huge usher appeared, looming over Susan, picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes and threw her easily over her shoulder. Her view spun and she got her first view of the man behind her - Homer - as he handed Manny her leash and climbed over her chair.
Susan gasped with shock.
Homer was a burn victim. He was hairless, and his nose and ears were completely missing. The flesh of his face had melted down over his eyes and mouth, and both his face and hands were covered with mottled, angry red scar tissue.
He leered at her and climbed over her chair. Most of the crowd followed them as Manny carried Susan up the steps to the stage.
On screen, Mike was pounding Rachel’s ass in a frenzy, and he let out a bellow as he came, squeezing her little breasts from behind. When he finished, he rolled off, his hands leaving red splotches across her chest. Todd pushed Rachel to the floor, pinning her hands against the concrete, and fucked her hard enough to make her titties bounce. Todd was pounding his sister so hard he popped out of her as he came, and squirted cum all over the dark triangle of hair covering her little pink pussy.
He collapsed, senseless, on top of her, and the screen went dark.
Manny dropped Susan to her knees on the stage, yanking her leash hard until she choked and kneeled in front of Matt and Melvin.
Melvin bent over her and grabbed her chin in his thick hand. Susan tried to focus on his beady, black eyes as his face swam in and out of focus around them.
His fleshy lips parted in an emotionless grin, and Susan shook uncontrollably as a spasm of lust flooded through her.
"Did you like the movie we made for you?"
Susan felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his voice, and she would have collapsed if Manny hadn’t grabbed the chain linking her handcuffs and held her up by her arms.
"Wh-what did you do to them?" She stammered.
His wicked grin spread further across his face. Susan wondered why she could see that, and his eyes, so clearly, when the rest of him was like a swirling, black cloud, sneaking around the edge of her vision.
"We drugged them, of course, just like you."
"What?"
He smiled and gestured at Matt.
"I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past day or two how strangely...excited you’ve felt. Even now, with these awful men touching you, after what you’ve seen what happened to your family, I’m sure you’re wet and ready for action. Shall we check? Hmm?"
Melvin slipped his hand into her open blouse and cupped her breast. Susan shivered with excitement.
Suddenly, everything fell into place. She glared at Matt, who grinned back at her.
"You did this to me?"
Matt nodded as Melvin yanked her blouse open, giving the men gathering around her a better view of her breasts.
"Matt just slipped you a few small doses of the same drug we gave your family. It’s highly addictive, by the way. You’ll find that you need to ingest at least a small dose every day, or..." He shrugged. "It also has some other, unusual effects. For example, imprinting. Baby birds, when hatched, bond with the first creature they see. With this drug, females who take it experience almost immediate and overwhelming arousal. It’s a perfect date-rape drug, we’ve found. The female is usually conscious and very responsive, at least for a small amount of time. The imprinting happens during sex right after the drug is first taken. And the arousal grows exponentially over time, until satiated."
Melvin grinned.
"Unfortunately, for the female, only the person she was with during the imprinting can actually fulfill the urge." He patted her face again. "I bet you had quite an afternoon, hey? Spent most of it whacking your clam, until Matt came to pick you up?"
Melvin slid his hands down her body and rucked her skirt over her hips. Susan heard the material rip and tear, and a loud cheer went up from the men around her as her naked ass was exposed.
"I think they approve of your choice of clothing, my dear."
Melvin ran his hand over her ass and fingered her asshole. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and Susan closed her eyes in shame as her body responded to him.
"Perfect. Ready and waiting."
Susan bit her lip as he played with her. He patted her crotch and stood up.
Her voice was husky. "What did you do with my family? Where are they?"
He sighed and lit another cigar.
"Well. As you may have noticed, the drug is not so kind to men. Not kind at all." He shook out his match. "And you, my dear, you have been a very bad girl. As a public servant, you have made many, many of my friends very angry over the recent legislature you’ve proposed. Matt here cooked up a little plan so you can apologize and actually put your job to use benefiting those who you have slandered and disgraced by your conservative muck-raking."
He gestured to the usher.
"Manny, this would be a good time to introduce Susan to our friends. If you would be so kind as to let them in?"
"Sure, thing." Manny grunted and pushed through the crowd. Melvin turned back to Susan.
"And as for your husband. Well, he simply owns most of this town, and most of what he has, I want." He grinned. "Your daughter is fine." He gestured at the screen with his cigar. "And I think she’s going to be a big star, if she keeps giving us performances like the one we just watched. Don’t you boys?"
The men packed on stage cheered again.
"You’re probably wondering how we got to them. Well. Apparently, your daughter had quite the crush on our friend Matt here, and it was a simple thing to get her to let us into the house." He shrugged and smoked. "Truthfully, they didn’t put up much of a fight. We drugged your daughter first, and we let her live her little fantasy about Matt. I understand she was, well, pure?"
He looked at Matt.
"Pure and virginal."
Melvin grinned.
"Pure as snow. Now, your husband was kind enough to show us his will, though not without a little prodding. Did you know that your little Rachel and her brother stand to inherit everything?" He lowered his voice and spit out a chunk of tobacco. "Everything. Not a bit left over for you though, my dear, when your husband passes on. Must be very exciting for your children, I would think. Well. I can’t see why we would need your son, though, since Rachel is now imprinted to Matt. So..."
A growing sense of horror built in Susan as Melvin spoke.
"It seems your family was going to take a little vacation to the mountains. You may not know this, but your husband seems to have had a teensy drinking problem."
Melvin’s face drifted apart and when it melted together again, his grin was feral.
"In a week, or a month - sometime soon - the authorities will get a quick phone call, detailing an accident." He waved at the movie screen with his cigar. "And I thought it only fair to give your husband and son a nice little, well, send off."
The crowd parted as Susan stared at Melvin in horror. The usher pushed back through, followed by a dozen masked and naked men. They pushed the crowd back, and several of the masked men with video cameras positioned themselves around Susan.
The screen overhead blinked back to life, and Susan saw an image of herself looming overhead, completely surrounded by hundreds of evil, vile looking men.
"Y-you killed them?"
Melvin puffed happily, his body fading in and out of her vision.
"I’m afraid so, dear. You see, well, we need your daughter, for obvious reasons. But she’s not yet of age to claim her inheritance. You have, unofficially, become the guardian of her estate. And so, since I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, and despite the annoyance you’ve become with your meddling politics, I need to keep you alive, at least for a while. And luckily for you, Matt managed to convince me you’ll be much more valuable to me in your office than in the ground. So..."
He patted her face.
"I’m going to give you the chance, over the next few days, to personally give a very special apology to each and every gentleman here, who, afterwards, I believe will be more than happy to vote for you at the next election."
Melvin fished a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked her handcuffs. Two of the naked men immediately grabbed her wrists.
"So I will keep supplying you and your daughter with your daily fix. And to keep her safe, you will happily administer your daughter’s estate as I see fit, and you will exercise your political influence and social standing among those new friends of ours who may not yet see eye to eye with my...special needs, shall we say?"
He clapped his hands and looked around.
"Well! Matt, I sense the natives are getting restless. I think it’s time we share this bitch with our friends here." Melvin unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I think I’ll indulge myself as well."
Susan screamed in horror. Instead of the cock she expected, a huge, black slimy monstrosity slithered out towards her.
Melvin grinned at Matt and grabbed Susan by the back of her head.
"You gonna stick around?"
Matt shook his head.
"I think I’m going to pay another visit to her daughter, but I’ll see you in a couple days. Here..." Matt tossed Melvin a round metal ring. "In case she bites."
Melvin grinned and pried open Susan’s mouth. He shoved the ring in, making her gag.
"Let’s make a movie!" he roared.
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Manny and Homer followed as Roscoe helped Matt push through the crowd.
He paused at the door to the lobby, and turned to watch the crowd swarm over Susan. On the screen above, Melvin was forcing his cock into her wide-open mouth.
Something wasn’t right, and Matt couldn’t put his finger on it.
"You okay boss?" Manny clapped his shoulder with a hand the size of a small ham.
He shook his head and looked at Roscoe.
"Where’s Rachel?"
Roscoe licked his lips through the gap where his front teeth should’ve been.
"She’s on a plane to California, justh like you asthked."
Matt nodded. "Good. I want her as far away from here as possible."
"She gonna live with your other little fuck-girls down there?"
Matt nodded.
"You really make her take those drugs?" Manny wondered.
"No."
Homer tilted his head toward the stage. "Melvin wanted you to."
Matt considered how much to tell these three. He’d known Roscoe and Manny for some time now, but Homer was a new member of Roscoe’s crew.
"Yeah. But why?"
Manny shrugged.
"I dunno. It’s not like you needed her to."
"Exactly."
Matt looked back at the screen.
A scrawny old bum had taken Susan from behind and was furiously screwing her in the ass while Melvin fucked her face. Two other men had her hands wrapped around their cocks, forcing her to stroke them, and an assortment of hands groped her body.
The entire crowd of men waited their turn, dicks in hand.
They were all homeless, many of whom Susan’s legislature had displaced, others that had slipped by the police during their sweeps. Even more had just been released from prison. Roscoe and his crew had rounded them up on the night Matt took Susan to dinner, and Matt knew they were as horny as hell. There were hundreds, and Melvin had provided them all with free concessions earlier in the evening, while they waited - everything spiked with a drug cocktail - doping them up for the days ahead.
"You mind if I thtay here and enjoy mythelf?" Roscoe lisped.
"How many other guys do you have here?
Roscoe shrugged. "Maybe ten. Twelve. Somethin’ like that."
Matt nodded. "Sure. Just try to keep things under control, okay? She’s no good to anybody dead."
Roscoe patted Matt’s shoulder and grinned.
"Don’ worry. I’ll fuck her twice for ya boss."
Manny looked at the woman on screen and rubbed at his crotch.
"You want to stay too?" Matt asked.
Manny shook his head.
"Nah. Too many to wait for. I’m gonna go find myself a bar and a ‘Ho, and drink myself stupid. Wanna come along?"
Homer grinned. "Sounds good to me. That bitch’s pussy’s gonna be as wide as the grand canyon in a couple hours."
"All right. You guys go have fun."
The huge man clapped Matt on the shoulder again.
"What ‘bout you, boss?"
Matt pushed open the door.
"I’ve got some stuff to take care of. And I’ve got a date to plan with my old sister-in-law."
Matt watched Roscoe blend into the crowd and took a last look back at Susan as Manny and Homer followed him out the door.
All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
The place Australia, the year 1955, and me an eighteen year old English girl, just completed two years of training as a child care assistant. As I’ve got relatives in Australia who found me a placement, I was able to get me a work Visa for a two year stay. The plan was to work for this family as a nanny, looking after their two children for the next two years, and then if I felt I liked the country, apply for permanent residence.
The family lived way out
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in the deserted North West outback, and they owned a vast area around Jennywren that was being mined for minerals of some kind. I had been warned the place was very remote, and I’d be one of only a very few females living out there. But I took the six week boat journey, and looked upon it as a holiday before my work placement was due to commence. Then once I landed in Australia, I stopped over-night at my aunty Sahara’s, and next day I boarded a rail-train that was to take me far from the inhabited part of the country, to a drop-off point between Alice Springs and Mud Tank where anyone whose destination is west, then has to disembark, and pick-up with a land-train for the remainder of their journey.
I’m not sure if other people around the world know exactly what I mean by those descriptions; the rail-train was a big old fashioned steam locomotive, pulling lots of passenger carriages, as well as freight trucks along steel rails. But a land-train is like a massive lorry that runs along the dirt roads, pulling about three or four big trailers, which would normally be used to carry the ore from the mine. But now as the train heads back to the mine, it is the method of transport used to travel to these remote parts.
My story really starts whilst on the rail train travelling to this drop-off point. I’m sitting in this compartment with one man, and a mother with two children, a boy of around six, and a girl of about sixteen. We’d hardly got underway before the woman said as she looked across to me, “Pom eh?†“Err yes. I’m over here to work as a children’s nanny.†“Didn’t they give you any advice on what to wear?†“Wear? Why, I’m not dressed inappropriately am I?â€Â
I was wearing a pair of slacks (the ladies version of trousers, this was before Jeans had started to be worn by girls), and a sort of tennis blouse, and I definitely didn’t think that was too sexy. “That depends where you’re actually going to, but this train doesn’t go anywhere, that the stuff you’ve got on would be right for.†“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean, I’m not showing any leg, or even anything else for that matter.â€Â
“Look my dear, out here, men are men, and there ain’t many women, but the ones that are here fall into two groups. You’re either looked on as a whore or you’re treated with respect like one of the family. So I guess you looking after children will want to be thought of as a family girl, respectable that is. Well dressed in pants, unless you can shear sheep, swear, and fight as good as a man, you’re gonna’ get one hell of a hard time. They’ll reduce you to tears, and you’ll be catching the next train home.â€Â
“So you think I should wear a dress or skirt?†“Depends on what kind of dresses you've got?†“I’ve got some in my case, but I can hardly open that now, you know, with that man sitting there.†“Don’t you mind me missy, I won’t take no notice of what you’ve got in your case.†“Aw pay him no mind, these Ausi men are like kittens when their on there own, it’s only when they get together in groups, that they can become a menace. You get your case down, and let’s take a look at what you’ve got.â€Â
I lifted my case down from off the rack above our heads, and placed it on the space on the seat next to the man. “See, that’s the first thing you’ll notice. If you’d have been in a frock, the second you stood up, you’d have seen the men coming in from miles around to lift that case down for you.†“Well in that case I’m glad I’m wearing slacks.†“Yes, I guess you could be right, it can sometimes be more trouble than its worth, but never-the-less, it just shows the difference what you wear makes to how you’re treated.â€Â
“But if that’s all this is about, I’m used to doing my own lifting and carrying.†“No my dear, that is just the niceties, you’ll find a lot of men will be very rude and even aggressive towards you.†“What’s she expect? Fucking lesbian!†That was the man sitting opposite, he only mumbled it quietly, but we all heard him. “Hey you! Watch that foul mouth of yours, I’ve got young’uns in here.†“Well, what’s she expect? There ain’t enough of it to go around out here in the outback, and when you get some silly bitch whose got all the goods, and don’t know what sex she is; it’s a sin against god, so help me.
“That’s as maybe, but there’s no need for bad language.†“I’m sorry for my tongue lady, but I bet that there young’un of yours knows what she’s a sitting on!†And with that he’d nodded towards the young girl. She didn’t blush or appear to be phased by this crude remark, on the contrary, I’m sure she actually eased her legs wider apart, and edged the hem of her dress just a little higher. “My Doris has been brought-up right, and I’m sure when her time comes, she’ll do her duty and make someone a good wife. But don’t you go assuming this here girl is any less a woman, just cos’ she’s wearing pants.â€Â
Then turning towards me, “See what I mean? And as I told you, on their own they’re like little kittens. But you get a bunch of them together, and there’s no telling what they’ll do to you. You have to be more careful out here see. The coppers (police) are few and far between, and when you do find one, it’ll be a man, and he’ll have the same attitude.†“But why would he think I’m a lesbian?†“Look he’s a man, they’ve only got a few brain cells, and they’re concentrating on where his next drink is coming from.â€Â
“Be careful, he’ll hear you.†“So what, he’s no match for me while he’s on his own. Anyway girl, lets see what you’ve got that would be suitable for you to wear while your travelling.†With that she started rummaging through the clothes in my case, the man opposite was taking an interest, and I guess trying to get a look at the underwear being lifted out onto the seat.
The lady asked me where exactly I was travelling to, and when I told her, she looked very concerned. She gave me some very stern warnings about not venturing out of the confines of the house I was working in without an escort of some kind. She explained that women were even rarer in that part of the country than they are in the sheep rearing area where she comes from. She also said there are more whores in that part of the country than respectable women.
“You see the mining companies ship them out on a rota basis to keep the miners from returning back to civilisation, in case they realise what they’re missing, and don’t come back to the mine. So what ever we do, although we want the men to know you’re a girl, we don’t want you looking cheap, or you’ll have even more trouble.â€Â
Then suddenly a look of horror came to her face. “If you’re going out to the Jennywren mine. That means you’ll be getting off this train at Arnold’s crossing to catch the land train?†“Yes. Why is that a problem?†“My god girl, who made your travel arrangements?†“It was all sorted by my aunt who lives in Melbourne.†“Well either she lives with her head in the sand, or she doesn’t like you very much.â€Â
“But what’s wrong, I don’t understand?†“Well she should have told you about what clothes to wear, or more to the point, what not to wear. But letting you come out here on your own, especially having to make a stop at that hell hole. I’d stop over with you myself until the road train comes, but that would mean me and the young’uns having an overnight stay there, and I honestly wouldn’t want to risk that with a girl of her age.†“What is it you’re so worried about?â€Â
“There are lots of stories going around about things that have happened to women who’ve had to make stopovers there. Oh, nothings ever gone to court or been proven, but all the same, there’s no smoke with out fire.†“But my aunty showed me, it’s a recognised changeover point, where the railroad crosses the land train route. It got a separate ladies waiting room with its own toilet facilities and everything.†“Maybe you’re right, I’ve never even got out there all the times we’ve gone past. It just doesn’t have a good reputation.â€Â
Then she turned to the man opposite, “Where are you headed for?†“Same place as the little lesbian.†“So you’ll be getting off with her.†“Guess so.†“Well how about you do something good for once in your no good life? Maybe then god will smile on you, and you might just make-up for being a waster.†“Who are you calling a waster?†“Well there’s only you here, so I guess I must mean you.â€Â
“So why should I want to do something to please you?†Then she turned to me, and spoke quietly, but I guess the man could still hear her. “Look girl, I’d feel a lot happier if we could get this fella to maybe make believe you’re his daughter.†“His daughter?†“Well daughter, niece, anyone that might make the men think you’ve got someone to protect you.†“Well yes, I see, but what’s the chance of him agreeing? Or even if he does agree, who’s to say he’ll keep his word?â€Â
“She's right Mrs Bossy boots, why the hell would I agree to tuck her under my wing?†“Well I’m thinking maybe you’d like to see her dressed in just her panties and bra?†The man about swallowed his tongue, and I was more than a bit shaken by her remark. She turned back to me, and spoke quietly again. “You’ve got to get changed into a frock before you get out of the train, so he's gonna get a look whether you want him to or not. If you make a deal, letting him see you getting changed, in exchange for him looking after you, that's a small price to pay.â€Â
I replied, whispering in her ear. “But my knickers are only little ones made of see-through material, and my bra is only a half cup.†“Well letting him get a close-up look has got to be better than what might otherwise happen to you if the men at the hell hole think you’re on your own.†“Well I guess so.â€Â
“Right have you stopped catching flies in your mouth yet?†“What you on about?†“I bet you heard what she just told me?†“No, what’s that then?†“Once she takes that blouse off, her titties will be showing over the top of her brassier. And when she takes her pants down, she only got tiny see-through knickers on, so you’ll get a real eyeful. So if she gets changed now, in front of you, will you agree to kid-on she’s your kin?â€Â
“I don’t see why I should, as you’ve just told her, she’s got to get changed before she gets out of this train. And she ain’t climbing onto the roof to do it, so I guess I’ll get to see her goodies without agreeing to anything.†The lady flew from her seat, across the carriage, and grabbed the man firmly between his legs. “Look you no good bastard, I’ll rip your balls off and then poke your eyes out if you don’t.â€Â
The man looked terrified, she taken all of us by surprise, and he also looked in more than a little discomfort. “Lighten up misses. I was only larking about. Of course I’ll look after the girl.†The woman let go of him and returned to her seat. “Ok, you make sure you do. Ok girl, you might as well get it over with. Then you’ll be ready for when the train stops.â€Â
She’d sorted out a dress that was as she said reasonable, she said it was a bit on the short side, but it would do. I’d thought it was far too long and really old fashioned. The only reason I’d got it was my aunty had bought it for me as a present. It was gingham material, short sleeves, with big puffed-up shoulders. It pulled in tight at the waist, and then was fully flared, and meant to be worn with layers of net underskirt, to make it flounce right out. I was going to wear it now without the big full underskirt, so it didn’t look too revealing when I sat down.
So now with this man looking on intently, and her young son doing the same, I undid the buttons on my blouse, and removed it, revealing my nipples which were proudly peeping over the top of my half cut bra. Then I picked up my dress and was about to pull it over my head. “Hey! Hold-up there! I was promised a look at your knickers.†As I pulled my dress down over my head, covering up my breasts, and letting it fall down, the lady took me totally by surprise with her reply. “Don’t get panicky, she promised you a look, so I guess once she’s got her pants off, you’ll get your chance.â€Â
Now I’d thought that dropping my dress over my head before I’d lowered my slacks, had allowed me to get changed without him seeing my knickers. But she was giving him the impression; I’d give him a show once my slacks were off. Anyway, regardless of what was to come, I pulled down my slacks, straightened my dress and put on a belt around my waist. Then I put my slacks and blouse back in my case, and was about to lift it back up onto the overhead rack.
“Here, let me do that for you, you get yourself sat back down.†This was the man who’d just sat there watching me struggle to lift it down without even stirring from his seat. “See? What did I tell you, now you’re in a frock, their attitude is totally different.†I sat myself back down and the man lifted my case up for me, but once he’d got it safely on the rack, instead of returning to his seat, he dropped to his knees in the middle of the compartment, directly in front of me.
Then as he looked directly up to my face. “Are you ready then girl?†“W What are you going to do?†“You promised me a look. So I’m just gonna lift up your frock, and see just what you’ve got under there.†I looked across to the woman to see if I was going to get any kind of support or help in keeping him out, but as our eyes met, she just said. “Well you did agree, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, it’ll be worth it to get his protection while you’re waiting at the cross-roads.â€Â
So it was obvious she thought this man had a right to look up my skirt. Well by now he’d lifted the hem of my dress right up to the tops of my legs, and he’d just put his hands on my knees. “Hey, I thought you weren’t going to touch me?†“Don’t get so worried, I’m just opening your legs, so I can get a look at it.†“Well if you’re gonna spread her open, I’d be obliged if you’d pull her frock back down over your head. I think this young lad of mine is taking too much of an unhealthy interest in what you’re a doing down there.â€Â
His hands were so powerful, that he effortlessly opened my legs wide even with me using all my strength to try to stop him. “But I never agreed to let you open my legs.†Although he’d taken his hands off my knees, he’d moved himself right up close in between my legs, so closing them was now impossible. The woman wasn’t concerned about what he was now getting up to, but she did lean forward, and pull the hem of my dress back down over the mans head. He had now got his left elbow against my right inner thigh, his right hand on my left, and he was holding my legs spread wide open. Whilst at the same time his left hand was pulling at the seam of the gusset of my knickers.
Now these knickers were see-through, and skimpy enough, which having him this close with my legs this wide was bad enough. But he was now uncovering my pussy completely! I struggled wriggling about violently and began to protest. “Hey pack it in! Don’t touch my knickers.†He just lifted his head up from under my dress, the hem slid back to the tops of my legs again. Then as his face drew level with mine he gave me a look as black as thunder. “Look here you silly English bitch, if you don’t sit still and let me have what’s owed to me, then you can look after yourself when we get to Arnold’s shack.â€Â
Then to my surprise, the woman chipped in. “He’s right my dear. I know it’s a bit embarrassing, but you’ll be better off letting him get a good eyeful, than getting to that place, and being gang raped.†“Gang raped? Surely it can’t be that bad there?†“I told you, it’s not a place I’d like to stop off at. The stories I’ve heard don’t bear repeating.â€Â
“Well ok, I’ll let you look, but keep your hands off.†Still sitting up and looking me in the face. “Don’t you go trying to give orders; otherwise I’ll up the anti. In fact for your bloody cheek, I think I’ll have a chew on one of them titties of yours.†“Oh no please don’t.†“Open the front of your dress.†“Please no.†“Don’t make me tell you again; otherwise I’ll make you go further.†“Just do it love; otherwise I can see him going all the way on you.â€Â
I reluctantly began to undue the buttons at my neck that went all the way down the front of my dress. Once I was just below my bust, he reached up and moved my dress to one side, uncovering one of my nipples that were peeking over the top of my half cut bra. He leaned forwards, and his mouth opened. God! The shudder that went through my body as his rough dry lips rasped against my soft tender flesh. Once he’d made contact, he began to make himself at home, sucking from one to the other and back again.
My body now was all aflame, somehow, this being a total stranger, made a simple nipple suck into a major turn-on. Even my pussy was beginning to throb, and as I sat there still with legs wide open, I felt myself sort of reclining back into the seat and sliding down and forwards. Then as my open crotch came into contact with him kneeling in front of me, I felt what I recognised as his hard cock trying to burst its way out of his pants. Although there was the material of his trousers and my knickers keeping his dick from my pussy, the second I’d slid into contact with him, he gave a pelvic thrust, which sent such a magnificent shudder through my body.
My reaction was so obvious, he couldn’t help noticing, and he turned to face the woman and said. “Sorry misses, but you’ll have to get your young’uns to look out the window or something. This here bitch is too far gone, I’m gonna have to give her a good seeing to, otherwise she’ll be dropping her knickers for the first bloke that touches her.†“I can see you’re right, I’d never have guessed she was so much on heat. You just get on and do what you gotta do; I guess they’ve seen the ram on the farm.â€Â
There was no sign of anyone getting my opinion; I was just the one he was thinking of fucking! He just turned back to me, placed his hands on the tops of my arms and turned me sideways on the seat, and lowered me back into a lying down position. As he did so the woman’s daughter had to get up and sit by her mom. Then his hands went straight to my knickers, which he pulled down and off my legs. And I made no attempt to stop him. Once my knickers were gone, he lifted my legs high and wide, spreading my pussy for all to see, and the young lad was straining his neck to get a good look.
Then as I looked down to where the man was now stood in the middle of the compartment, he was stood there as unconcerned as you like, dropping his pants to the floor and handling his already hard dick. Now I guess this wasn’t a monster, but as I’d only been fucked three times before, by two different boys, to me this looked pretty big. Now it was the turn of the lady’s daughter to strain her neck, this time to see the man’s dick, and the lady herself was keeping an eye on it as well.
There was nobody holding me, but I kept my legs in the position he’d put them in, high in the air. Now he was approaching, my pussy re-commenced the throbbing, and my tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. As his dick touched the lips of my pussy, I gave an instinctive thrust, without being conscious of meaning to. But meant or not, it served the purpose, pushing his dick deep up my pussy. Then I felt him lunge forwards, and he was hard up against my crotch with his crotch, the dick fully up inside me. So big or not, I’d taken it all without any problem.
For the next few minutes, the other people around might just as well not have been there, because the only thing on my mind was this fucking I was getting. Or do I mean giving? Because I was definitely not a passenger in this little bit of action. Once my pussy had felt his dick, it took over all my bodily actions, using my hips to drive itself hard onto each on coming thrust of the mighty shaft. And with each penetration, a ripple of sensation shot up my body as he stretched his way inside my tummy. As I said, I’m not very experienced in sex, and this fuck, whether because he was so good, or I really needed it or just the situation, whatever the reason, I don’t know, but god was he driving me wild.
As he rammed hard with his hips, his hands were roughly gripping and pulling at my tits, while his mouth was slobbering wet kisses all over. Going from my lips and neck and down to my nipples, where he’d almost bite the ends off them! But although if you’d asked me ten minutes ago if I’d like this rough looking miner to do this kind of thing to me, I’d have told you where to go, now he was actually doing it to me, I couldn’t get enough. And even though I couldn’t understand it, the rougher he was the more I wanted him to do it. Well as his actions brought my bodily sensation to a crescendo, I mush have been bringing his dick to its climax as well, because just when I thought my pussy would explode with pleasure, he rammed me with what I recognised as his first cum shot.
As he bashed hard into my crotch, jerking his sticky cum deep in my tummy, my pussy contracted, and my whole body gave a violent shudder. It was as though my pussy was grabbing hold of his dick and wringing the cum from his shaft. I know he pumped a few more shots up inside me, but that is all I know, as I sort of lost consciousness. Well I guess I was conscious, but not in control, like I was in a trance. My whole being was alive with sensation, right from my toes to my head, and I just lay there feeling the waves going up and down my body.
“Here, you’d better get yourself cleaned up; we’ll be in Alice Springs in about ten minutes. And I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t pick up a few more miners for the last stint.†This was the woman, who was handing me a towel to wipe myself down with. In reality, what I really needed was a shower or bath. Especially being in this compartment, in this Australian sun! I know its not lady like to mention it, but even with the windows open, the smell in this compartment was a dead give-away as to what had just taken place. And I knew, wiping myself down with a towel, and putting my knickers back on, was not going to change that fact!
So when the train slowed down as we arrived at Alice Springs, I just sat there trying to look as innocent as possible. Suddenly the head of the guard appeared in the open window of the door, and as he waved his hand to direct people towards where he stood. “Room for five more in this one.†And then he turned and carried on to the next compartment. While we waited to see who our new travelling companions would be, but knowing that more people were likely to arrive, the woman had got her son sitting on one side of her, and her daughter the other. The man who I’d just had sex with was sat on the opposite side to her next to the far window, and I was on the same side as him, but in the middle.
We didn’t have long to wait, before the door flew open, “About bloody time!†And then a big round kit bag was thrown into the middle of the carriage, followed by a very big man. “Sorry misses. I didn’t see you sitting there; it didn’t catch you I hope?†“No, you're ok lad. But I’ll thank-you to mind your language; I’ve got kids in here.†The next minute or so was taken up with four more men following him into this compartment, and they all threw there bags up onto the overhead racking, and got themselves seated.
So now we had ten of us in the carriage, two men had sat on the same side as the woman, one next to her daughter. And I’d moved closer to the man who’d just fucked me, and as the three other men joined us on this seat, I’d been pushed tightly in contact with him. These men all being big, meant it was quite a squeeze, and the close contact did nothing to help the sweaty situation.
But worse than that, now the train was stationary, there was little or no draught to disperse the smell of sex! It only took a minute or two before one of the men began to sniff the air in a very visual manner. Within seconds, all the men that had just got in, joined him, and they were giving the woman knowing looks. “Come-on then misses, are you gonna tell us what’s been going on?â€Â
She obviously didn’t want them thinking she was the one who was responsible for the smell, but I don’t think she really wanted to say anything to make it more difficult for me. But I’m not sure her answer really had them convinced. “Bloody kids and there stink bombs. I’ve told him I’ll get his dad to take a switch to his arse when I get him home.†Now I know you might not think the smell of cum and dripping pussy is the most pleasant in the world, but how you can compare it to a stink bomb I don’t know. But it did throw them off the scent (excuse the pun) for a little while.
The train started moving, and the draught blowing through the open windows did help to take their minds off the subject. Then I noticed the man sitting next to her daughter was easing the flared hem of her dress from in between their two legs. I looked across at the woman, but from where she was sitting the other side of her daughter, there was no way she’d be able to see what he was doing. Now he’d got some material free, he was able to slide his left hand across under her dress from the side, not exactly without anyone knowing, but it wouldn’t be visible to her mom.
Now I’d been checking from the mother to the daughter to see if I could sense any reactions, and I was convinced the girl knew the man was up to something, but she made no attempt to stop him, or let on to her mom. Neither did she look at the man; instead she had a kind of false 'looking unconcerned' out of the window look. But then as the man’s hand must have made contact with her flesh for the first time, I detected a slight intake of breath, and more to the point, so did her mom.
“What’s wrong?†She said turning to look her daughter in the face. “Nothing.†“Well sit-up straight, and less of those silly noises.†The girl shuffled herself back up the seat, and I’m sure the man used this shuffling to enable the progress of his hand, because when the girl stopped her shuffling, his arm was now covered up to his elbow by her dress. And even though I can’t be sure how high he’d got, I’m sure the looks on the girls face were down to his fingers sending shivers through her body.
I did wonder if the man next to me might try the same thing, but then I realised that he wouldn’t dare try it, as the woman would be sure to see him, like I could see what was happening to the girl. Then the man, who had his hand under the girl's dress, took me totally by surprise. You’d have thought he wouldn’t want to attract the woman’s attention, well not while his hand was under there. “Excuse me misses. I can see we’re taking up all the room on this here seat. If you’re getting to cramped there, I can always sit your young’un here up on my knee?â€Â
“No thanks, we’re ok.†“I’m not ma. My legs going dead squashed against this door.†That was her son complaining. “Well maybe the gentleman would let you go and sit over there on his knee?†She replied, turning her head towards the man, and looking for a reply. The man's reaction was classic, he obviously didn’t want a six year old boy on his knee, but before he answered, the boy came back with. “I don’t want to sit over there; I want to sit by the window. Why can’t she sit on his knee?†He was looking at his sister.
The girl was already sliding from her seat, to a standing position. “Its ok mom, if it’ll stop him whingeing, I don’t mind.†“Well ok then, but don’t start shuffling about, you’ll make the gentleman too hot." Then she said appreciatively to the man. "Thank you for that, it will be more comfortable not being so crushed together.â€Â
The man pulled the girl back onto his knee, and positioned her sitting sideways with her back to her mom. He had one arm innocently around her back, supporting her, but his other hand just slid straight up under her dress. Within seconds she was easing her legs open, and I just assumed it was to give him access. I don’t know if her watching me getting fucked had got her aroused, but she was obviously enjoying the manipulation of this mans fingers, and having difficulty keeping her movements from attracting her mom’s attention.
Then the man next to me, who must have been getting very jealous, asked the man sitting the other side of me. “Excuse me mister, is this your daughter?†He was nodding towards me. “No way blue, I’m on my way to the Jennywren mine, same as you.†So I’d let this man fuck me, just to get his protection, and when the first man asks him, he just chucks me to the wolves. Both the woman and I gave him a really dirty look, but we knew there was nothing we could do.
“So you’re travelling on your own then missy?†“Yes, I’m also going to the Jennywren, but I’m going to work as a nanny for the mine owner.†I said, thinking maybe if they know I'm employed by their boss, they'll treat me with a little respect. “That’ll be nice for you. Look, it’s just as cramped over this side as it was for them over there. How about I sit you on my knee to make some more room?†Now I didn’t want any more things to kick-off, but he was right, it was cramped, and I thought with the woman the other side, he wouldn’t start anything in case she saw him.
So without answering, I got to my feet, and as soon as the remaining four men had shuffled themselves about to sort out the space available, this man took hold of my waist, and pulled me up onto his knee. But it didn't stop there, the other two men alongside him both reached for my legs, pulling them up onto their knees. So now I’m sort of sat sideways, with my legs facing to the opposite side of the compartment to where the woman was seated.
This didn’t give the men licence to do exactly as they pleased, but they were able to gradually manoeuvre their hands under my legs. This was something they had to achieve slowly because if they just pushed their hands under me, the woman would see them. So over the next fifteen minutes or so, the three men, that is the one I was sitting on, and the two who’d got my legs across their knees, were all shifting their hands trying to get a feel under my dress.
The one at the extreme end, nearest the window, was too far away to reach higher than just above my knee. That is without leaning forwards which would have made it obvious. The man next to him however left one of his hands innocently on top of the outside of my dress, resting lightly above my knee. But he’d gradually slid his other hand under one of my legs, and pushed it up the valley between them. But even his reach was just a few inches short of reaching my gusset.
The man whose knee I was actually sitting on had one hand supporting my back, and the other he’d tried to force under my leg to reach my pussy. But after trying for over ten minutes, he’d given that up as he have had to actually lift me to gain access, and that would have made his progress obvious. So now he was trying the easier route like the man opposite, over the top of my leg, but under my dress. This route only required my legs to be parted to give him access, but being on top of my legs, there was potentially more chance the woman would see his hand moving my dress.
So as I say, I’m sitting here, with one hand rubbing all around the inside of both my knees. Another man has his hand on my inner thigh, within a dicks length from my pussy. And now this man's hand is slowly but surely slithering its way over the top of my upper leg, and his fingers are probing into my crotch. I’m sort of squeezing my legs together, not expecting to be able to stop any of them, but not wanting to make their progress any easier.
I consider saying something, and making a fuss, but then I decide not to, thinking maybe if it comes to a head, the woman can’t actually stop them, and once they push the point, maybe they’ll just go all the way like the previous man did. My head was full of all kinds of ideas buzzing around. Could I report the previous man for rape? No, the woman would say I’d agreed to him fucking me. Well these men wouldn’t surely dare rape me here with her present? But then again, out here with no witnesses, maybe they would, and the young girl might get raped as well! But mind you, looking at the way she’s enjoying that fingering, I’m sure she’d love to be raped.
Oh god! He’s reached it! All my leg squeezing has made no difference, he’s got one of his fingers into the side of my gusset, and he’s rubbing along my pussy slit. Oh shit! God that feels good. I’ve got to stop him somehow; otherwise I know I’ll soon be lifting my legs open. Ohhhhhh Godddddd. My pussy is throbbing, what can I do to stop them?
“Err excuse me.†I call across to the woman. The finger stops instantly. She was almost dosing, and she lifts her head and looks across. “Yes dear what is it?†“I was just wondering how long you think it will be before we arrive at the cross roads?†All the hands were now perfectly still, and this was allowing my pussy to calm down slightly. “I’d guess about another fifteen or twenty minutes.†“Oh in that case, I could do with getting my case down, and sorting out my travel instructions.â€Â
Then I looked to the men whose knees my legs were across. “Do you think you could put my feet back down now please?†If looks could kill, the looks these three men were giving me would certainly have struck me down dead! But reluctantly they lowered my feet to the floor. Then I shuffled forwards off his knee, and stood up. But as I reached up to the rack, the man whose knee I’d been sitting on, sprang to his feet, and stood up behind me.
He pushed his erection hard into the crevice of my bottom, as he reached around and above my arms to lift the case down for me. “Here you are little missy, I’ll get that for you.†Then in a very quiet whisper directly into my ear so that only I could hear him. “How would you like to try this little beauty for size?†But it wasn’t only his dick pushing into my bottom that I’d got to worry about, he was pushing me forwards into one of the other men who were still seated.
And both of these men who’d been supporting my legs, and trying desperately to get a feel were now in a blind spot from the woman, hidden by me and the man standing directly behind me. Well neither of them wasted any time; they were both pushing their hands up under my dress, and trying to get into my knickers! The man who was lifting my case was taking forever about getting it down, and in doing so preventing me from reaching it. Then as one of the men's fingers made contact with the flesh of my pussy, I pushed my bottom back as hard as I could, even though I knew I was pressing onto his dick, and I lunged backwards with my elbows into his ribs.
I don’t think it affected him more than a fly landing on his wrist, but the woman obviously realised I was having a struggle. “Hey! You great brute! Back off the little girl and give her some breathing room. Can't you see you’re crushing her?†“And who says so?†He snarled as he turned his head. “I say so, and if you don’t back off, you’ll be wearing steel shackles on your legs when we get to Cross Roads.†The big man pulled away from me, and lifted my case down, mumbling to himself, but so we could all hear. “Was only bloody trying to bloody help, I never even touched her.â€Â
As soon as his weight was off me, I was able to pull away from the intrusive fingers, and as the big man sat back down with my case on his knee, I opened it up just a few inches while I pretended to rummage around looking for something. This wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, stood in the middle, with the train jostling me from side to side, but it was better than getting myself into a position where I was helpless to defend myself.
Talking of which, a look back to the young girl gave me the impression she was well gone, probably having more orgasms in the last hour than she’s ever had in her life. And her mom sat next to her, completely oblivious, or was she? “What the bloody hell are you looking for?†Asked the man whose knee the case was on. “It just a little packet with my travel arrangements.†He pulled on the lid of the case. “Well open it up properly, and I’ll help you look.â€Â
I didn’t want him or any of the others rummaging around in my underwear whether I was wearing it or not! So I pulled hard to get the case closed, but he was far too strong. “Please don’t. I don’t like you looking in my case.†Surprisingly, he let the lid fall back, with only a sarky comment. “You’d think she’d got the bloody crown jewels in there or something.â€Â
I thought maybe it was about time I actually found my little travel pack, and maybe I could busy myself with reading something in there, until we arrived. I pulled out a little plastic wallet containing all my paperwork, and fastened down the lid. I half turned to pass the wallet to the woman, so she could hold it while I lifted my case back. “Excuse me, could you just hold this for me while I…†But I didn’t get chance to finish my sentence before the man had stood back up again saying as he did so. “Its ok missy, I’ll lift that for you.â€Â
Then in a soft whisper. “I knew you’d want another feel of my dick parting your little bottom.†I was once again wedged in between his dick, and the roaming hands of the two seated men. But this time, I didn’t wait until they’d actually got their hands roaming. “Hey! You’re squashing me; let me move out before you lift it.†And as if to reinforce it, the woman chipped in. “I’ve got my eye on you scoundrels; now give the girl some room.â€Â
So without any protest, I was allowed to move to one side while he placed my case up onto the racking. He’d no sooner got seated before the train began to slow down. But this wasn't the laboured slowing-down like when it climbs a long incline, but the clunking of carriages crashing into the ones in front as the engine begins to brake. We must be pulling into the drop-off point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I’d made it without the men actually getting into my knickers. Well not enough to get me really out of control.
So now as the train pulled to a standstill, the men began to get their bags down from the racking, and one by one they just slung their bags out onto the dirt, and clambered down to pick them up. There was no platform, and the carriages had little or no step to aid either entry or exit, but the men all managed to stride their way down. I got to the doorway, and the five men who’d been the last to join our compartment, were waiting in the blazing hot sun. They were stood in a semi-circle around the open door-way, to either aid my decent, or just take advantage of me being in a difficult situation. But the man who’d fucked me earlier, had disappeared into the only building that was to be seen.
I stood there looking at the distance I had to drop, and even if I'd have still had my slacks on, I’d have had difficulty in managing to get down that distance. I knew the only way possible was to turn around, stepping out backwards, and holding onto the sides of the door opening. But for this I’d need both hands, so I dropped my case on the compartment floor. “Will you pass this out to me please, when I’ve reached the ground?†“Course I will love. Now you take care.â€Â
I turned and began to climb down; the first step onto the doors edge was only short. The next step was totally different, and my foot worked its way lower and lower feeling for some kind of foothold to take my weight. But my first leg was now bent double with my knee up by my bust, so I’d got as low as I could get, and my foot had not found anything to step onto. There was no way I could get into a position to be able to look to see where the nearest foothold might be. Then I heard the voice of the big man whose knee I’d been sitting on.
“Want a helping hand missy?†I knew where he’d put his so called helping hand, but in reality, I couldn’t see I had much choice. “Please, but be careful where you put your hand.†He was careful alright. He carefully reached under my dress, up in between my legs, slipped his fingers into the side of my gusset, and began to stroke along my slit. I guess the look on my face must have alerted the woman to me being in trouble, because as he took his time fingering my pussy, and I felt the throbbing coming on, she appeared at the window.
“Can’t you bloody animals wait until you’ve at least got her inside out of the sun? You’ve got her hanging up here like a piece of meat in a slaughter house, and all you can think of is abusing her. For gods sake man, surely just getting your hand wrapped around it and having a quick feel would be enough to be going on with.†Suddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the carriage to the ground, saying as he did. “Come on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the nagging old witch away the sooner we’ll get some cunt.â€Â
As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free arm behind me, taking hold of his wrist. “Ok, you’ve helped me down, and I’m grateful for your help, but I think that’s enough now.†He surprisingly let me pull his hand out, as I know if he’d wanted to, I would have been unable to force him. I turned around, gave him a smile. “Thank you. Now can you show me where the ladies waiting room is? My travel leaflet says there is a ladies only section.â€Â
He lifted his hand pointing to a door at the opposite end of the big long wooden building. “Thank you. And don’t worry, I not going to report any of you for what you did to me on the train, I’ll just put it down to experience, and try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Bye for now.†All I wanted to do now was to get out of this blazing sun; they say you can only survive out here for about two hours unless you’re in the shade. I trudged my way slowly towards the far end of the building, I’d thought it only sensible to leave those men on good terms, getting their backs-up would have served no purpose, and you never know when you might need their assistance.
All the time as I walked towards the door, the men making their way from the train were either making crude remarks, or remarks I couldn’t understand. “Are you going to join the other sheep?†“If she’s a jumbuck, then I think I’ll give-up mining and crack-on sheep shearing.†“Come-on Sheila, get your knickers off and join us for an ice cold tinny.†“You don’t wanna be lugging that bag all the way up there lovey, you’ll only have to drag it all the way back.â€Â
Then the whistle blew, and off chugged the train, and within minutes it was way out of site. Most of the men were also out of site, they’d gone into the door the other end of the building. I looked all around me, and there was nothing! Not a tree, bush or building of any sort. The rail track disappeared away going to the north, and the same again to the south. The road such as it was stretched to the west and east, but it was just a set of ruts where the tyres had worn the dirt. The sun was high in the sky, and cast no more than a few inches of shade to any side of the building.
The door at last! I put my hand on the rough latch that secured it, and lifted. “BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR.†I slammed the door back shut. No it couldn’t be. I slowly opened the door again, but this time just a few inches. How the hell. What the hell. Oh god, this place is hell.
The whole room, no it wasn’t a room, the whole shed was packed solid with sheep. What space there was above the sheep was alive with flies; all the flies in the world must have been in there. And the floor was deep in sheep manure. The smell! The noise! Surely this couldn't be the ladies waiting room? But that’s what the sign said above the door. ‘Ladies Only Waiting Room’
My heart sank; I turned slowly, and made my way back towards the other door. As I trudged my way along, the heat of the sun was now really getting to me. I opened the door, and the noise of laughter and general garbled talking just faded away to a silence, with all eyes trained on me. To my left was the bar, running the full length of the end wall which was at least thirty feet long. The main part of the room was full of men seated at tables. But there was an area about ten feet wide stretching all the way across in front of the bar, where more men were just standing drinking.
“Ok love, close the door behind you, and put your case down.†This was a man who looked like he was maybe in control, he’d just come out of a hatch he’d opened in the bar. As he walked towards me he continued. “Right little missy, I’m Arnold, and this is my place, I own everything for fifty square miles around here. So that means I make the laws in these parts. Get the picture?†“Well yes I think so.†“Well there ain’t many laws out here, but there’s one that never gets broken. Do you know what that is?†“I don’t know, not fighting?â€Â
“Ha ha .................†“HA HA ................†He began to laugh, and the whole place joined in with him. Then he raised his hands, and silence fell once again. “No missy, even if I made that a law, I’d have gods own job a keeping that one enforced. Look behind you at our trophy board, tell me what it says.†I looked at the wall he’d nodded towards, and sure enough there was a very big board. With rows of ladies knickers pinned to it, and under each pair was a name. It also had in big letters across the top, ‘House Rules’ ‘No ladies allowed on these premises’ ‘All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay’
I stood there open mouthed, and at a loss for words. “Can’t you read?†“Yes.†“Well what’s it say?†I slowly and quietly read the notice out aloud. “House Rules. No ladies allowed on these premises. All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay.†“So little missy, you’ve got a decision to make. Are you a lady? In which case you can drag that case of yours all the way back down the other end of the building, and wait with the other ladies.†I butted in, using my most indignant voice. “WHAT other ladies?â€Â
“Hold your bloody horses there missy, I haven’t finished yet. And don’t you go slagging off my jumbucks, every one of them is female, and I recon most are more lady like than the Sheila’s around here. Now you’ve made me loose my train of thought. Ah yes that was it. You have to decide if you want to join them sheep of mine, or maybe you’d rather stop down here in the bar, and have a nice cold beer with us lads?†“But would that mean I’d have to take my knickers off?†“Course it would, only ladies object to taking their knickers down for the lads, and as you know, ladies ain’t allowed in here, only common Sheila’s in my bar.â€Â
“Please, I couldn’t wait up there with the sheep, they frighten me.†“So, let’s see you drop your knickers.†“Please, surely you wouldn’t make me?†“The law is the law, and I can’t change it just for you. So now you know the alternatives. Wait with the sheep, fry in the sun, or stop here, drop them little knickers down, have a cold beer and maybe some fun.†“But you wouldn’t make me go out their in the sun?†“I think you know the answer to that.â€Â
I didn’t reply, but stood there not knowing what to say. “Right, now I guess you’ve seen the Clint Eastwood Westerns?†“Yes. Why?†I replied thinking of the one where he drags a woman into a barn and rapes her.
“I’m going to open this little musical box up, and put it on the table. You’ll have until the music stops, and the little ballerina’s arm drops to make up your mind. If you are still in here with your knickers on when that happens, we’ll get you on the table, and remove them for you. Is that clear?â€Â
He turned the key in the bottom of the box. “Click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click.†Then he placed it on the edge of the nearest table, he lifted the lid open, and the little ballerina popped up and began to dance to the simple quiet tune. The place was eerily silent; you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me, and I stood petrified.
The music had started as these boxes do, with the plinkty plonking sounds going at full speed, then I suddenly came to my senses as I realised it was slowing down! I now had only seconds to decide. But there was really no choice. There was absolutely no way I could wait in that shed with the sheep, apart from the flies, smell and noise, I was actually scared of them. The wait for the land train would be anywhere from half-an-hour up-to three hours, so going out into the sun was also not an option. Jesus! The box is about to stop!
I rapidly put my hands behind me, up under my dress and started pulling my knickers down. As soon as my hands went behind my back, the silence was broken by a chorus of rough male voices chanting. “Off off...†Now this is the weirdest thing you can imagine, there has to be at least fifty men in here, and only one girl, and I’m being literally forced into removing my knickers. So, with my heart pounding in my chest, and feeling so scared; why now these men have started behaving like animals, am I getting excited? Yes I mean sexually excited.
As I lower my knickers below the hem of my dress, and the men can now see them, their chanting is getting wilder. I step out of them, and Arnold is stood there with his arm outstretched ready to take them. As he does so, his first action is as you might expect, to put them to his nose. But as he is doing this he obviously must have taken a quick look at the inside of the gusset, and realised what the sticky moistness was caused by. He suddenly held his hand high in the air; palm face out with fingers outstretched and waved it around to the chanting audience. “HOLD UP THERE BLUE. QUIET LETS HAVE SOME SHUSH LADS.â€Â
Gradually the chanting died out, and a semi-silence descended. “Listen up lads. It looks like the little missy has some explaining to do. She’s bin a cottoning on she’s a lady, and trying to make us all feel sorry for her, when these here knickers are telling me a different story. So little missy how come your knickers are full of cum?†By now, the feeling I was getting of sexual excitement had gone, replaced by pure embarrassment. I know I must have been bright red, my cheeks were burning, and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!
“We’re a waiting.†“I was r… Well I I kinda… Look its difficult to explain. But this man you know… On the train… On the journey out here.†“So a man raped you on your trip out here? So who is the lucky bastard?†“No. I didn’t say he’d raped me.†“So who was he? Your boyfriend?†“No. I don’t know who he was.†“What you let a bloke you’d never met before; give you a rooting on the train?†“It wasn’t like that, it was…†“Never mind about the details honey, I’m sure you’re gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?†There was an almighty cheer went up, and the chanting began again, but this time, they were calling for my dress to come off!
“Hold-up there boys. Calm down. A bit of order, or I’ll keep her behind the bar with me.†Gradually the noise subsided, but it wasn’t quiet by a long way. “Ok I think the little girl is in need of a cold beer, and as Sheila’s ain’t allowed to by beer in here, which of you nice blokes is gonna buy her one.†Of course there were hands in the air and men shouting in all directions. They were holding out bottles and calling. “Over here.†“Here love.†“Have mine.â€Â
Now again, I began to get this feeling that something exciting was going to happen to me, and the feeling of embarrassment had gone. I’m not saying I was looking forward to being raped by fifty men, but being the centre of attention, knowing all these men wanted to fuck me silly, had gone from frightening, to exciting, and I can't explain why. As I walked towards each man, they’d be trying to encourage me to take a drink from their bottle that they were holding out towards me. I was getting into the act, sidling myself towards one table, then changing my mind and going towards another. I almost had myself believing I was in control of the situation.
Then as one quite reasonable looking man, aged in his twenties, kept enticing me towards him. I reach to take the bottle from his hand. As soon as my little fingers encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top of mine, and he held me tightly. The men all around resumed their chanting. “SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY.†He now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had done, and gradually they settled down.
“Well little girl, we don’t even know your name.†“Jane. Jane Benson.†“Well Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess you’ve got the message from the lads in here.†“I recon yes.†“So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?†“What do you mean? A good time girl.â€Â
“All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it don’t matter to us, we get to fuck you either way.†“No please don’t say things like that, you’re frightening me.†“Ok then I won’t mention fucking. But you know you’re going to have to show your pussy?â€Â
Well I didn’t know anything at this stage, and even the gang rape he’d just talked about somehow seemed inevitable in the back of my mind. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Then out of the blue an old bloke sitting next to him spoke up. “You bloody young spunkers have got no idea, you go in there bull at a gate, frightening the wits out of her. Come here Jane my little darling, old Bill u’ll let you have a drink of his beer, and it’ll only cost you a little cuddle.†Well he not only spoke-up, but he also took my hand from Jimmy’s, and Jimmy didn’t try to stop him.
He pulled me back towards him, and now I’m sitting on his knee, laying back into his left arm. He gives me his beer bottle, and I take a drink. God does that taste good. “Good eh? Now all old Bill here wants in return is a little feel of your titties.†And with that his right hand was undoing the buttons down the front of my dress. I can't say this was what I wanted, but at least this slowly slowly approach was passing the time, and bringing the arrival of the road train out of here just a little closer. And it was better than them talking about seeing my pussy or fucking me!
So I tried to act as unconcerned as possible, laying back in his arms swigging at his bottle of beer, while he’d now got me unbuttoned right down to below my bra, and his hand was inside it, fondling my left tit. “See Jimmy boy, she’s like that old truck of mine. You have to take your time, and prime it right.†But even though I was maybe looking in control on the outside, inside my body was starting to go wild. Every stroke of my nipple sent a quiver through my pussy, and I was having difficulty keeping still.
“Come-on then you old bastard, pass her back, I’ll have a bit of those titties.†“Hold-up a minute, I just want a little taste of ‘em.†Well I knew before his lips touched what effect that would have. And sort of knowing and waiting those few second until he touched me, got me so on edge, that as he latched on and sucked, I couldn’t stop myself shuffling my bottom on his lap, but I did my best not to open my legs to far. “See what I mean, just take it slowly, and she’ll be throbbing away in no time.†“You crafty old sod, you’ve got her squirming around already. Come-on then pass her back.â€Â
“Hang on there Jimmy, I recon she’s about ready.†This was Arnold, who’d come back from behind the bar. “For those of you who don’t know the rules. We’re gonna play Arnold’s version of pass the parcel. Go on then Jimmy, you might as well keep her on the boil while I set this up.†I was passed onto Jimmy's knee, and Bill took the now empty beer bottle from my hand. “Sling us another cold beer over here, looks like our Jane here has got a bit of a thirst on.†“Don’t worry, she can drink my cum any second now.†Who said that I had no idea, but I guess a few of them were thinking it. “There you go again lads, just back off. Just have a little patience.†Said Bill. Jimmy was now fondling my tits, and sucking from one nipple to the other. And although not spread wide, my legs were definitely not tight shut. My pussy was pounding, and now contrary to what Bill was saying, the talk of drinking cum, was actually sending more ripples of excitement down my tummy.
“Look at her downing that beer; you’d think she hadn’t had a drink for days.†I hadn’t realised until I’d heard someone making the remark, and I’d thought this was my second one, which for me, someone who doesn’t normally drink alcohol, would be more than enough, but then I heard Jimmy reply. “God strewth. That’s almost three bottles; she’d already had most of mine and Bill’s.â€Â
“Well don’t give her any more; we don’t want her passing out on us. Ok lads, most of you have already thrown your arrows* to get your place. But those who haven’t, had better get a move on if they want any of the action. And make sure I get to see the arrows before you pull them out of the board. Right looking at the slate, it looks like Greg is first one up, remember you wind the box for your own turn, and once it stops, that’s your turn over. And no rough stuff, when she falls, it’s got to be her choice. *Arrows, (Darts, a game played in some bars, three sharp pointed darts about six inches long are thrown at a board hung on the wall. The board has segments marked with the score awarded. And in this case it looks like they've used this as a way of deciding what order they get to play with me.)
“Ok Jimmy, pass her back over here.†I was stood back on the floor, and I didn’t feel to steady on my feet. The beer was definitely getting to me. “Right Jane, are you ready to play?†“What do I have to do?†“You know pass the parcel? Well you’re our parcel. But don’t worry we’re not going to rip off a layer for each player. All you do is sit on each man’s knee in turn, they each have until the ballerina stops to get you worked-up, and they’re only allowed to touch you where you say.†“So if I say no, they won’t touch me?†“That’s the idea. But if you agree to play, you have to agree to start where Bill and Jimmy boy left off. So are you game?â€Â
I didn’t want to get myself fucked, but I knew if I didn’t agree to something like this, then they’d just start chanting to get me stripped. Anyway, this was all passing time, and surely the land train would soon arrive. “Ok, I’ll play your game. Shall I sit on his knee now?†In truth I wanted to sit down somewhere, before I fell down, my head was beginning to spin.
“Right Kenny, you heard Jane agree, and I did explain to her it was her own choice.†A very tall man in a blue uniform walked up to the table. “Yes Arnold, I heard it all. So, Miss Jane Benson, I don’t want any silly complaints to Mr Gordon (I had no idea who Mr Gordon was, the mine owner who'd employed me was called Mr Simpson) when you get to the Jennywren. We all saw you take your own knickers down, and you've just agreed to play this game.†“Ok Jane darling; that was nice constable Rogers. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt, so you can just relax and let yourself go.â€Â
Well by now the state of arousal I’d been taken too had faded away, and all I felt now was confused and dizzy. The first of these men sat me on his knee, and as he did, the man whose turn was next, opened the lid to the music box. As the little lady started dancing, his hand took hold of my tit, and he also brought his mouth down as well. The men were Stood all around about five deep, just a sea of faces. Gradually the audience faded from my thoughts, as the manipulation of my breasts began to take hold.
Even the noise of the music box faded as I descended into a trance like state. The sexual arousal didn’t appear to have the acute tingle to it, maybe my senses had been dulled by the effect of the beer, but never the less, I was still drifting in a land of dreams. Then came a sudden awakening, as I was being passed across to a new man, obviously the other man’s time was up. This new man, had me lying the other way around, that is laying back into his right arm, and for some peculiar reason, it just felt different, which kind of excited me slightly. Or maybe this man had a better technique, what ever, I was now actually having to fight off the hip movements that my body wanted to make.
Then I suddenly felt his left hand touching my inner leg just above the knee. God did this feel good, and all my body wanted to do was to open my legs wide to encourage his hand higher. But I knew this would be just one step away from a gang bang, and I really didn’t want that! Well ok I did, but I knew it would be out of control, and anything could happen. So I mustered all my resolve, and placed my hand onto his wrist. He pushed and my hand was no match for his strength, so my hand was taken up under my dress. His fingers were on the bare flesh of my pussy, and I thought that this was it.
“Please no.†I said meekly, not expecting anyone to take any notice. “You heard her. Hand out now or your turns over.†The hand was pulled back, but the man momentarily took his mouth from my tit to give me a really nasty look, then as he went back to my breasts, he began to bite them. “Ouch! Aarg. That hurts.†“Thud!†The policeman had whacked the man across the side of his head with his truncheon. The man recoiled back, and looked across all dazed. “Come-on lad, your turns over.†Said the policeman taking him by his arm.
“Come-on then lovey, looks like I’m on now.†This was the next man, lifting me from the knee I was sitting on, onto his own. Once the ballerina was re-set, he lay me back in his arms, and began to snuggle his face all around my breasts. He was licking, sucking and lightly plucking my nipples with his teeth, but all the time looking for my reaction. Gradually, fed by my reaction, his nibbling got more and more rough, each time he’d grip with his teeth, and tug, looking for a sign from me to let go. I was so engrossed in his little game, I hadn’t realised every time he pulled at my nipples, I was heaving my hips.
Then I felt the man's hand sliding under my dress and up my leg, but not on the inside going for my pussy, but on the front and it bypassed my pussy, and his palm was on my tummy. Jesus! How can just a simple hand stroking around my belly button, turn me on so much? As he’d avoided going for my crotch area, I’d just let him get on with it. But I now realised that each time I lifted my hips in response to his nipple pulling, I was sort of lifting my bush into his outstretched fingers. And I could tell I was gradually pushing my bush closer, but felt I was unable to stop myself. I knew he’d soon be able to draw his outstretched fingers across my pussy.
But of course I was tipsy, and by now loosing control, so I didn’t realise that maybe it was him actually reaching slightly further each time, and not me. And also, his hand under my dress had pulled my hem up high. So with my legs falling open as I humped, my dress pulled up, and no knickers on, the audience was getting a real eyeful. “Shit! That was bloody close, I’d almost got her.†What! Oh yes the bloody music box. His time must have run out. I tried to talk myself into coming to my senses. Come-on Jane, get your wits about you. A few more minutes and you’d have been riding his fingers, and opening up for his dick.
It was only a matter of seconds before I was in the next man’s arms, but almost immediately, he was lifting me under the backs of my legs, with his other arm around my back. Then he called out to nobody in particular, “Somebody get a bed roll spread out.†Next he was lowering me onto it, where I was now in a sitting position on the floor. He immediately began to take my dress down over my shoulders. I didn’t know if I should object, but as I was letting them feel and nibble on my breasts, it seemed silly to worry about it. Now my dress was almost a skirt, being as the bodice was hanging down around the flared part of the dress. And now he was lifting off my bra, but in truth, I actually was glad about that. I think those half cut bra’s look silly once the blouse or dress is open, and anyway, I’m secretly proud of my breasts.
So now all I’ve got on is a loose dress covering the upper part of my legs, and I’m lying down on an old bed-roll on a bar-room floor. The man now has both his hands free; he is using them to work my breasts, while he is kissing my neck and lips. Ok this isn’t a romantic situation, but boy did it feel good. I was soon responding to his probing tongue as if it was an encounter with a lover. Now one of his hands was roaming down my torso and as I felt his fingers reach the edge of my bushy mound, I gave one of my involuntary humps. Now being flat on my back, I was able to assist the lift by forcing my heals back into the floor. I suddenly realised what I was doing as his hand cupped my bushy mound, and I felt his finger ends dancing on the lips of my pussy.
I would have let out a gasp of surprise, and maybe then tried to make some kind of protest, but our mouths were locked in a French kiss, and he wasn’t about to let me break it off! I was wriggling my hips and pulling with both of my hands gripped tightly on his wrist. But my strength was no match for his. So as I tried to fight him off using all my strength, all I succeeded in doing was to shake my dress down my body, to a point where it just slipped over my knees and down to my ankles!
I was now naked, his body weight was now being brought to bear on mine, and he’d got his fingers into my hole. But this was not getting me aroused, on the contrary, the work he’d done so far was now all being undone. And if they were going to keep to their word, the second I got my mouth free, I’d be able to stop him. But I guess he knew that, and he was intent on getting himself in between my legs, and his dick stuck up me before either his time runs out, or I get my lips free. I obviously couldn’t see what he was doing, but as he climbed in between my legs, the contact with his bare skin told me he hadn’t got any pants on!
I resigned my self to a rough desperate thrust, without any easing up or gentle manipulation. “Hang on there blue. You do know the rules, don’t you?†I could see the copper’s big truncheon tapping on this man’s shoulder, inches from my eye. The man’s eyes swivelled past mine and focused on it. I saw a look of ‘Oh Shit’ appear in his expression. He knew one lunge of his hips would bring that big wooden baton crashing against his skull. His lips lifted from mine, and I let rip.
“Get him off, he’s raping me!†“Ok blue, you heard her.†The man stood up, picking up his pants as he did so, and making one last sulky remark. “Well at least I got my finger up her.†Arnold knelt down by my side, and I sat up and lent down to retrieve my dress.
“Are you ok?†“Yes, but I thought he was going to rape me.†“Don’t you worry your pretty little head; we won’t let you get raped. In fact before we let anyone fuck you, I promise we will ask you for a yes. Is that good enough?†Well I couldn’t really want any more reassurance than that, could I? “Yes I guess so.†“But from now on, I’ll be letting two men play with you at the same time.†“Oh I’m not sure about that.†“Don’t be silly, just give it a try for me, if you don’t like it we’ll go back to one, ok?†“Ok then.†“Here I’ll take that for you.†“But I was…†“Don’t be silly, you know there’s no point in trying to cover-up now.†And with that he stood up, taking my dress with him.
As he moved out, a man knelt down either side of me. One began kissing me, which at first got me a little worried, but then as his hands touched my breasts, I felt my excitement returning. The second man, although I couldn’t see him, must have been somewhere down by my legs, as his first touch was a hand stroking one of my feet, and then the back of my calf. This I found strange, but not worrying. My man at the top is working my breasts to perfection, and his kisses and love bites around my neck are really putting me at my ease. The foot man is kissing his way all around my feet, and now working up my legs. Well my pussy is well and truly on show, and I’m humping it to the manipulation of my breasts, but knowing this man is getting higher with his kisses, is sending a wave of excitement up to my pussy from the other end as well. Oh god! He’s kissing the inside of my left knee, and to do this, he's got my leg folded back flat to the ground on the left hand side of me. Jesus! I knew he would, he’s now folding my right leg open as well; my pussy can’t get stretched any wider!
If I don’t stop him now, then it’ll be too late. He’s kissing my right leg, and licking a line up my inner thigh. God please! Why make me like it so much, if it's wrong? My lips are free to protest. I need to speak now. “Ple…†The man is now licking my left leg, starting back down by my knee. “Did you want to say something?†I don’t answer, just slowly shake my head.
“Oh god! Yes. Oh god please. Yes yes.†His tongue touches my pussy lips, and I can’t control my actions. I’m lifting wildly, so much so, his tender licking is ending up with me bashing my pussy into his face. The man who was manipulating my breasts has stood up, but within second he’s back down kneeling astride my bust, without any pants. His great big hard dick dropped in between my tits, and he’s holding them around it as he thrusts towards my face.
The man on my pussy has now got his face firmly into my crotch, as he licks pokes and sucks both my holes and clit. I know it's now game over, and even if I was given the choice at this stage, I’d choose to be fucked, but there is still a nagging worry, thinking about just how many men there are in this bar! But I haven’t time to worry about that, as the man who’s been fucking my tits, has now moved down and is now positioning himself in between my legs!
I see the policeman leaning down towards my face. “Well Jane Benson, do you want a fucking?†“Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!†What can I say, he was up in one thrust, and it didn’t matter how hard he rammed, my pussy was more than ready for it. I’d already had several minor orgasms while these men had been working on me, but not been able to let myself go, so now I just went with the flow, freaking whenever my body wanted to. Both of these men took their turn to pump their spunk deep up inside me, and as soon as the second one was done, another was ready to take his place.
I remember thinking to myself, ‘so much for his idea of me having two men at a time play with me from now on. Cos they’re back to taking it in turns again’. And in fact a little smirk came to my face. Then this next man took hold of me, and lifted me to my feet, and he got onto the bed-roll and lay flat, just his dick stood to attention. Then as he held his hands out to me, I stepped astride him and lowered myself onto his dick. I was above him on my hands and knees, and having to fuck myself. This I found so strange, raping myself on a total stranger!
It didn’t of course take long before I was ramming myself onto him with the excited enthusiasm of a novice, totally oblivious to the man playing around with my pussy and bottom. It was only when I realised he was pushing something up my bottom, that I froze. He’d got my hips in a tight grip, and his dick was at least two or three inches up my bottom, and still getting deeper. When I could eventually get my breath, and senses back, I let out a protest. “Stop him. Please he’s fucking my bottom.†Arnold knelt down by my side. “Calm down Jane. Come-on just take a deep breath, and hold still." He turned his head to the man behind me. "Go on ease some more up her, she’ll take it.†He’d taken hold of my shoulders, and this man was pushing relentlessly up, just stopping occasionally to give a slight withdrawal, and then back up again. “Oh god! Please it hurts.†“Ok she’s got the lot up now.â€Â
“There you are, I bet you never thought you’d be able to take all that?†“Please, it’s hurting me.†“Ok, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Come-on we’ll lift you off Jake for a couple of minutes, while Arthur here get that little bottom run-in a bit.†And as he was saying it, the man up my bottom and Arnold, both lifted me off the dick belonging to the man underneath me. As I felt it slip out, they lowered me back down. “There you are girl, you’ll be right now. Go on then art, but start off a bit gentle.â€Â
His dick began pumping in and out of my bottom, and I tried to protest. “Please no.†“Come-on love you ain’t giving him a chance. Just grit your teeth for the first few strokes and you’ll soon get into the swing of it. Come-on Art, get your fingers on her clit before she starts freaking.†Well whether it was his fingers on my clit, or as he’d said ‘I’d get used to it after a few strokes’, but one way or another, I just started to get turned on to this fucking, and even began to ride my bottom back to meet him thrusting up me!
His spunk didn’t take long to arrive, and I even felt a minor tremor rippling through my pussy while he pumped it deep inside my bottom! But once he pulled out, the man underneath me wasted no time in getting his dick back into my pussy. Although I immediately joined in by riding with him, I soon felt another pair of hands clasping my hips. I knew this would be another man mounting me from behind, but I’d resigned myself to taking him. I held still while he got into position, and then I could feel the end of his dick at my hole.
Oh god! God yes. Oh ooooh. As soon as it touched, my hole started pulsing, as though it was trying to open to let the dick inside. The dick didn’t hesitate at the entrance; it made contact, and just kept pushing its way up. But this was nothing like last time, this time the exhilaration as my bottom hole began to stretch was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I instinctively pushed my bottom hard backwards, driving myself onto his dick.
That was the signal for them both to get back into their stride, and boy did they give me a fucking. The man under me was thrusting upwards, but the man on top was not only thrusting his dick into me, but also ramming me backwards using his hands on my hips. Both dicks were using their full length, penetrating deep inside me. Gone now the previous feelings of extreme pain, now the pain had moved into the area of sheer pleasure. And all I can say if you don’t understand what I mean by that, is, ‘It’s about time you tried double penetration sex.’
Well I’m now in a world of extreme emotion, being shaken back and forwards as these two men fuck the living daylights out of me. My only thoughts are to attempt to coincide my orgasm with theirs if I can. No worries now about how many more men I’ve got to take, or about my shattered reputation. “Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.†The noise of the audience was suddenly overshadowed by a blast of a horn, which although it was nearly a mile away, reverberated through the bar.
“Ok lads, shows over. These u’ll be the last two lucky buggers. The rest of you had better start getting your kit together, he don’t wait around long.†The sound of the horn on the arriving Land Train had somehow taken my mind off my quest to have a simultaneous orgasm, but no way had it distracted the two men fucking me, they were gonna finish what they’d started come hell or high water. But as these things go, it was only a few minutes before the first man started jerking his cum into my pussy, I was on the point of cuming myself, and there was no way I could hold back until the man up my bottom was ready.
So although the man under me triggered the event, he’d stopped spunking, gone soft, and slipped out long before my silly gasping and moaning had ceased. The man up my bottom actually lifted me up to allow the man under me to get out, he then pulled out, turned me on my back, lifted my legs up high and wide, and re-entered my bottom, but with us in the missionary position. It only took him a few rapid strokes, before he too was cuming, pumping his sticky spunk deep into my bottom.
Once he’d pulled out, like all the others, he just picked up his pants, and walked away, no ‘thank you’, ‘kiss my arse’ or ‘fuck-all.’ But what did I expect? I sat myself up, and could see all the men busily sorting out their kit bags, finishing their beers, and beginning to make their way outside. I was about to get to my feet, thinking I’d better get a move-on. Then Arnold put his hand on my shoulder. “Hold-on there my little beauty, aren’t you forgetting something?â€Â
“What?†“Don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward for organising that little party game for you? And what about Ken here? He was the one who looked after you making sure you didn’t get raped.†So what did happen to me? Wasn’t I raped? Well in their eyes, obviously not. It was just a game, which they thought I should be grateful for them organising. Well what the fuck, two more men won’t make any difference to either my reputation or to how sore I’ll feel later.
Then I suddenly thought, “What about the road train, I can’t miss that?†“Don’t worry your little self about that, both drivers will be in here as soon as they park-up, to get a few cold beers before they set off. They know the score anyway, so they’ll be taking you into the cab with them when they set off. Come on then girl, get that pussy of yours wrapped around my dick, Ken’ll take your arse.â€Â
Both these men were big. Not just the bodily physique, but I mean real big dicks. None of the men up to now had been anywhere near in either length or thickness. So as he pushed into my pussy, I took a sharp intake of breath, the stretching pushing my sensation to the limit. Then once he’d got fully up, I felt ken’s dick end, bearing in mind at this stage, I didn’t know how big ken was!
Like before my bottom pulsed, and I tried to push back as he thrust forwards. But god this was so tight, even with me doing my best to push against him, it took at least five or six in and out thrusts to ease him up, and I don’t think it was all in at that. But all in or not, they both began to fuck me, slowly at first, but getting faster and deeper all the time. I don’t think I actually blacked out, but I was in a trance like state, bordering on the limit of pain and pleasure. Big dicks are nice once you get used to them, but taking these two men at the same time must have been near to my absolute limit. They both cum, and I guess I had a minor tremor, but in truth, that was one experience, that went too far.
Once I had gained my senses, I was given a bowl of water and some towels to clean myself down. Once this was done I found myself a clean pair of knickers from my case, and put the bra and dress back on. The two drivers of the land train had just finished drinking their second beers, so with a third one in their hands, they escorted me out to their big truck.
All the men were now on board, in the three big metal trailers, with only a canvas tarpaulin stretched across the top to keep out the blaze of the sun. It was sheeted down leaving a large gap at both front and back, to aid the air flow through the trailer. But even though I never had to endure travelling in there, I’d imagine it must have been unbearable. I was however escorted past the trailers, up to the front wheel of the big truck that pulled them. To the back of the front wheel was a ladder, and it took a climb of about six feet to get up to the door to the cab.
One of the drivers climbed up first, opened the door and climbed inside, turning around to sit in the doorway. I went next, followed by the other driver, who I assumed wanted to get a look up my dress. Once we were all inside, the big engine fired up, and with a lurch, we began to move, slowly at first, but gradually over a distance of about a mile, and sixteen different gear changes later, we were eventually rolling along at about 35 MPH. You might not think that’s very quick, but I’m telling you, on those dirt roads, that is really moving.
“There’s a bunk in the back of the cab, I guess you’ll want a bit of shut-eye, it’ll be a long trip.†“Thank you. I half expect… No, sorry. Just thank you.†I turned and began to clamber into the cabs bunk area. “Come-on then. What were you going to say?†“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter.†“Come-on, we’re doing you a favour here, the least you can do is be frank with us.†“I’m sorry. But it’s just me tarring you with the same brush as all these other brutes out here.â€Â
“So what were you going to say?†“I half expected you two to both want, you know, sex.†“And if we did?†“Well I expect like you say, you’re doing me a favour. If you hadn’t let me ride up here, I’d be getting raped in the trailer, so it would be only fair to reward you.†“Well I hadn’t even thought about sex, but being as you put it like that, I think you’re right. Tell you what, I’ll climb in the bunk with you now, and once you’ve sorted me out, I’ll drive while you sort out Graham. How’s that sound?â€Â
‘Hadn’t even thought of it,’ who’s he kidding! But after my last ordeal, taking these two one at a time couldn’t be too much of a job, no matter how big their dicks were. “Come-on then Charlie, lets see what turns you on.†As I got onto the bunk, I stripped off naked, and lay on my back, Charlie soon joined me, he had already stripped before climbing over.
He fucked me three times, once up my bottom, and twice in my pussy, but I won’t go into detail, as it was pretty uneventful. In fact even though I wouldn't tell him. I found it quite boring. Yes I had minor tremors, but nothing that could have be measured on the Richter scale. So as he moved away, having satisfied his sexual urge, I lay back waiting for non event number two to arrive. I guess it isn’t possible for a man on his own to build the sexual atmosphere that I’d just experienced in that bar.
They don’t stop the truck to change over drivers, but it isn’t just a two second operation. So while they were going about there changeover routine, the effect of the beer, tiredness, and the motion of the truck, all combined to send me to the land of nod. So I’m sleeping away, and drifting into dreamland.
As you might expect, my dream is about sex, or more accurately, me being fucked. Well let’s start as far back in my dream as I can remember, cos like all dreams, the actual start is very vague. I think I’m lying in a hay-cart, or something like that, and I can feel the sun beating down on me. Yes it is a hay-cart, and it’s being pulled by my uncle’s old Fergie tractor. In fact as I turn to look forwards, he is looking back waving. I wave back to him, but now he’s shaking his fist. I wonder why, but as I roll over onto my back again, I see old Dave (Dave is what we’d call the village idiot, a grown man, that has the mental age of a child) looming high above me, blocking out the sun. Now Dave is tugging at my dress, and it shreds like it’s made of paper, so now I'm suddenly naked.ÂÂ
But Dave is no longer Dave; he’s now Robin Hood or more accurately, Errol Flynn. This is one weird dream, Robin Hood is stood above me, blocking the sun from my eyes, and taking off his clothes. I’m on my back, naked, with him stood in between my open legs. He smiles down at me, God look at his chin, such a firm square jaw. He takes off his shirt, God look at his naked chest, so broad and manly. He pulls down his tights; God look at the size of his dick, the reputation he’s got doesn’t do him justice. He towers above me, with a dick dropping almost down to his knees.
Now he kneels down, puts his hands on my ankles, and I willingly lift them high and wide. He kisses my inner thigh, my pussy begins to throb. Now he’s kissing the other side, god, I’m on fire, I want him, I want him now. His kisses get higher up my leg until he’s kissing my pussy lips. I’m lifting my pussy high to meet his tongue, and he’s lapping into my slit. Now he’s sucking my clit, my pussy is pulsing wildly. His tongue traces its way up over my mound of bushy hair, across my naked belly, laps into my belly button, continues up the valley of my ribs, climbs the mountain that is my left tit, and circles my nipple. With each nibble and tweak that his mouth makes on my nipples, I heave towards him with my pussy. Oh god what a sensational lover he is.
So romantic. So handsome. Oh my god! He’s so big as well. His dick is stretching my pussy, and as I thrust towards him I accelerate the entry of his monster. My tummy feels inflated as he reaches full depth. His thrusting starts slowly, but in no time, he’s increasing his speed. Now he’s got hold of my hips and he is ramming me hard. This isn’t a dream; my head is being banged against the end wall of the bunk! Oh god it’s real! This man is giving me a fucking to rival anything I’ve had earlier today. The sweat is pouring off me, and my body is being pulverised by his powerful thrusting.
Now with my eyes wide open I can see this isn’t Errol Flynn or Robin Hood, its Graham the second driver. And right now, I’ll take back what I said earlier about one man not being able to get me going. He’s got my body doubled-up with my legs stretched wide open, and ankles up by my shoulders. His ramming is so violent, but I want more of it. Now I’m awake, I begin to express my feeling to him.
“Yes fuck me harder! Oh yes fuck it! Yes more. Up my arse!†Well I can maybe understand me getting into the swing of thinks, and talking dirty, but I’ve never used the word arse before. And anyway, do I really want him to fuck my bottom? Well I’ve done it now, he obviously heard me, and his dick is now lining up my bottom hole. My bottom is again pulsing open, ready to take him. Oh fuck yes! God how could I have not liked being fucked in the bottom that first time?
“Yes fuck it! Give it to me! Oh god yes harder! Oh god I’m cuming.†Well as my pussy exploded, so did his dick. He was jerking his cum up my bottom, and I jerked my hips, and my pussy literally squirted my cum all over his belly. God did I feel ashamed, it was as though I was a little girl again, and I’d wet myself. Or more to the point, as though I’d some how peed on him. His spunk was all spent, then his dick went limp and slipped out. At which point he let go of my ankles, and I let my legs fall back against the wall one side, and across into the cab area on the other. But my orgasm was still going, not squirting, but my hips giving random pumps, and sticky fluid trickling from my pussy.
It appeared to go on for ever, but I guess it was only a minute or two. When I felt my normal head returning, I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down. What a mess. God did I feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.†“So old Graham here ain’t such a bad old fuck?†“Are you kidding, I’ve never. I mean you were the best I’ve ever had. Nobody has ever made it do that before.†“Here. Get yourself cleaned up.†He handed me a towel and a damp cloth. “You can have yourself a sleep now; we won’t be stopping for about ten hours.â€Â
Then he turned away, with the biggest smile on his face. I got myself cleaned-up, and snuggled myself back into the bunk, this time my dream was just that, still about sex, or me being fucked, but it meandered through all other things as well. But one more thing I will mention, is Grahams dick, it wasn’t the monster I’d dreamt about, I’d say it was fairly average, so how he got me so aroused, I’ll never know.
I awoke several hours later, and the big truck was still rumbling it way along the road. But I guess this section was more rutted than the previous stretch, and even though the truck was travelling slower, it was lurching about quite violently. It must have been this lurching about that had stirred me from my slumbers, and as I sat up, Graham turned and gave me a big smile.
“How’s our Jane? Does that feel better?†“I feel wonderful, but I could eat a horse.†“Well I haven’t got any horses for you, but there’s some tucker in here, go on help yourself.†He handed me a tin box, with various food items in it. I got myself up, and made my way across into the cab area, where I sat down next to Graham, and began eating.
“So what exactly are you coming out to this god forsaken place for?†When I explained what I was going to be doing and who I was going to be working for, he shook his head. “You poor little girl; looks like you’ve been suckered.†“What do you mean?†Well it turns out the man who owns the mine, lives on his own, isn’t married, and hasn’t got children. And his name is Mr Gordon, not Simpson. The only Mr Simpson of any note runs a brothel, about two miles from the mine! So it looked at this point like I’d come all the way from England to work as a whore in an out-back brothel!
The story does continue, but I don’t take up my arranged position working in a brothel, I manage to get a job… Well I think I’ll leave that for part two, that is if anyone is interested.
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That was how it started, basically, the day of her job interview. She looked a little nervous, which wasn’t too surprising, so I smiled, hoping that I looked both professional and comforting at the same time, and offered my hand.
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="Times New Roman">“Hi Stephanie, I’m Devin, the store manager.â€Â
Her hand was soft and warm and slightly moist, but she smiled up at me and gave me a good, firm shake back.
“Nice to meet you.â€Â
I nodded my head towards the office, tucked away at the back of the video store, and said, “Why don’t we go have a seat?â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
“Hey, Lindsay!†I gave the girl at the counter, my assistant manager, a yell. “Buzz me if you need me. We’ll be about a half-hour.â€Â
“Sure, boss.â€Â
“After you…â€ÂI unlocked the office door and held it open, letting Stephanie go in before me. I gave her a quick appraisal, looking her up and down as she walked by me.
I thought she was kind of cute: short and plump, but in a nice, buxom way. She was dressed casually for the interview, wearing a pale blue fitted blouse that was slightly unbuttoned over a white, silky camisole, light khaki pants that were tight around her hips and a pair of old leather sandals. Her hair was dark brown, thick and glossy and cut short so that the tips curled around and under her ears. She had a sweet, heart-shaped face with prominent, rosy cheeks and a pointed chin, and she wore a little too much makeup for my taste. She had a tendency to peek up with her doe-like eyes when she smiled, making her look a bit like a chubby, mischievous pixie, but the silver crucifix dangling in the deep cleft between her breasts distracted me from that little blemish.
“Welcome to my closet.†I cleared my throat, pried my eyes away from her chest and pointed to a chair. “Have a seat.â€Â
She sat down and crossed her legs, immediately comfortable. Maybe she wasn’t as nervous as I’d assumed. Either that, or my considerable boyish charm and good looks had really worked to loosen her up.
“Thanks,†she said.
Her pant legs slid up when she sat, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her thick, tan, muscular calves. I settled down into my comfy leather chair just opposite her and pretended to search my desk for a pen. I gave her another smile.
“You’re welcome.â€Â
She made a quiet humming sound in her throat and absent-mindedly tugged her blouse down, smoothing it tight over her breasts. She glanced around the room, taking in the big cork bulletin board tacked full of comic strips, work schedules, inventory lists and what-not; piles of old sale invoices, movie magazines and late-lists spilling out of boxes on the floor around my cluttered desk. “You know, a closet might be bigger.â€Â
I actually laughed, and casually flipped through her job application. “Yeah, you might be right.â€Â
My office was tiny, with barely enough room for a desk set up along the back wall, a beat-up metal filing cabinet, and the two chairs we were sitting in. Another door opened into a small storage area with walls of shelves full of movie posters and display boxes. Beyond that was a dimly-lit back room where we kept the safe.
The store itself was shaped like a sideways L, with a large, open floor plan that the owners believed encouraged customer browsing. It was brightly lit with red neon signs, flashing lights and lots of televisions set up like tic-tac-toe boards – always turned on and blaring taped ads for the latest movies and games. In the back of the building there was another storage room, an employee break area and a small warehouse with a dingy bathroom for the staff (and the occasional customer emergency) that was always kept locked.
The adult movies – the porno’s – had a room all their own, with a closed-circuit video surveillance system to monitor the freaks. Lord knows how many idiots we’ve caught on tape jacking off in there.
“So, you want to work for a video store?†I asked.
“M-hm,†she nodded. “Trisha really likes it here. She said you needed someone to take her spot when she leaves.â€Â
Trisha was one of my better employees. She’d worked for me for a little over a year and was leaving for college soon. She’d recommended Stephanie to me. I knew they were friends from high school and swam together on the school swim team.
“I do. I remember when you dropped off your application,†I lied.
The only reason I knew I took her application is that Trisha asked me to. Without Trisha putting in a good word, Stephanie probably would’ve completely faded from my mind.
She beamed. “Really?â€Â
“Yeah. You bet.â€Â
Stephanie’s application indicated that she was a certified lifeguard and had worked the last couple years as a counselor and lifeguard at a Catholic summer camp. She also worked the counter at the camp store, selling the kids cold drinks, popcorn and candy, t-shirts and sweatshirts, that kind of thing. Not all that much different than what she’d be doing for me.
“So tell me about camp.â€Â
She took a deep breath. “Well…â€Â
I watched her while she talked, nodding, scribbling notes on her app, asking a quick question here and there. Normally – sexist as it sounds, I’d try to hire someone a little sexier than Stephanie, because the beautiful people tend to bring in the money. But basically, right now I just needed a warm body and wasn’t feeling too picky. If she could at least make change and carry on a half-way decent conversation, I was probably going to offer her a job.
For the fifty-six minutes we were in the office together, Stephanie showed me everything that a potential employer wants to see from a prospective employee.
I started working here in high-school, took over as assistant manager pretty quickly, and got promoted to running the store full-time after I started film school. It’s a relatively simple job and I make decent money doing basically nothing. I’m about ready to graduate now, and over the last few years I’ve had a lot of employees come through here. I’ve learned that most interviews are awful, some – a few – are better.
Most of my applicants are high school kids looking for an easy summer job or college kids needing some quick part time work. Rarely, someone I interview is really motivated to get a job. Frankly, Stephanie impressed me, and I warmed up to her pretty quickly. She was animated and lively, sharp and funny. She had a habit of blinking once or twice after each question, thinking before she answered.
I liked that.
She liked all kinds of movies and was already familiar with the store, which was great, telling me that Trisha made her help her close up the shop every weekend so she could get out and party earlier.
“Ah.†I said, and made a note of that to put in Trisha’s file. For safety, one of the cardinal rules was that only employees may be in the store before or after store hours. I don’t think Stephanie caught the slip.
Best of all, she was flexible. She still lived at home with her family and was starting school in the fall, part-time at a local community college, so her schedule was open, at least for now. As we wrapped the interview up, I made sure it was okay to call her references and her supervisor from camp, and asked her what size uniform shirt I should order, and what color would she prefer?
“Um, red, for sure. Small?â€Â
“Great. I’ve only got a few other people to talk to this afternoon. Hopefully I can call everyone back by tomorrow.â€Â
“Okay. Thanks for the interview!â€Â
She shook my hand again, and I grinned as she walked back through the store, absently wondering what she’d look like in a bathing suit. I heard her say goodbye to Lindsay, who was busy returning video games, and then the door chimed and she was gone. Lindsay grinned from across the room and gave me a big thumbs up.
“She’s a keeper, huh?†She shouted.
I shrugged.
“We’ll see.â€Â
“You snooze, you lose, boss-man. Hire her yesterday.â€Â
I laughed and started back to the office. “Opinion noted. Okay?â€Â
One of our regulars, an fifty-ish lady named Nancy, was herding her grandkids through the game section with a look of utter frustration plastered on her face. She was trying to get them to make a decision between renting some shoot-‘em-up and a racing game, and she was failing miserably.
Nancy was probably one of the first customers I’d made an effort to connect with when I became manager, although I’m not quite sure why.
Truthfully, I think I was a little smitten with her. She was married to an ex-cop who’d started flipping property after he retired, and now he was always gone, being (in her words) the real estate tycoon. Nancy used to be a nurse. She retired a few years ago to help her daughter take care of her grandkids (the little devils that were now screaming at each other and yanking all our game boxes off the rack. Lindsay looked at me and rolled her eyes. She hated those kids…).
Nancy kind of moped around with this sad-sack complex, that for some strange reason I found extremely sexy. So I made it a point to flirt with her whenever I could. It seemed to make her happy, at least for a minute or two, and once I got her talking, she was actually pretty interesting.
Besides, she had a pair of whopping big tits. I couldn’t resist.
I ignored the screaming demons making a mess out of my store and put on my best smile for her. “Hi, Nance.â€Â
She looked up and brightened immediately. Sometimes I wonder if she comes in now just to see me. She waved back, and then her grandkids started a nice, loud shoving match. Nancy rolled her eyes at me and I took the opportunity to slip back into my office.
Maybe I made her day a little brighter. Sometimes we all just need someone to say hi, let us know we mean something, even if it’s just a grin from some kid at the video store.
Anyway…
I shut the door and plopped back into my chair with a sigh. It was a little quieter in here with the door closed. I hoped Lindsay had a bottle of aspirin at the counter, and then waited for the other applicants to show up. Lindsay escorted the next one back a minute or two after I heard the demons leave.
By the time I kicked the last one out the door – a pale, zit-faced teenager who ignored most of my questions and couldn’t stop talking about his collection of obscure Japanese animation videos that he was busy burning to disc – one copy to watch, one to save, in case of fire or flood or some other cosmically ordained cataclysm – I was grumpy, tired and ready to grab some dinner and call it a night.
Lindsay gave me irritated looks from the counter as I walked them out. She stuck out her tongue and shook her head after each one left.
“Stephanie,†she said. “This is so you don’t forget.†She’d written the name on a sticky note paper, and stuck it to my forehead. “Hire. Her. Now.â€Â
One of our phone lines started ringing.
“Cut it out and answer the phone,†I grumbled.
It was supposed to sound threatening, but Lindsay just grinned and blew me a kiss. I stalked back into my office and peeled the note off my face, and then I just sat there for a bit, staring at my pile of applications and playing with the sticky paper with my fingertips.
Stephanie’s app was right there, at the top of the pile.
I cleaned up the junk on my desk and then called the main office, which had already closed for the day. I left a voice message for the office manager and ordered two small red polo shirts and a nametag for Stephanie.
Then it was time to go.
***
As I left work, I checked my voicemail on my cell phone on the way to my car, a red ’73 VW Superbeetle. A friend of mine named Desiree had left me a message, asking me to stop by when I got off work.
I’d met Desiree under somewhat, uh, kinky circumstances during my senior year of high-school, at a Halloween party thrown by one of my teachers, a transgender named Linda, who I had a brief affair with. Linda moved away to France later that summer, but for some strange reason Desiree and I became, um, well, friendly.
You can read into that whatever you’d like.
Anyway, I rolled back the sunroof and then drove over to her house. Desiree lived in one of the nicer areas of town, in an old Victorian-style house that she was busy fixing up herself. I think the house must’ve set her back more than I’d make in ten years at the video store. It had been confiscated in a drug bust, and when she bought it the whole thing looked ready to fall apart.
It looked pretty good now, I thought. Nicest house on the block.
I parked at the curb and locked the car, then trudged up a steep flight of steps to the front door and rang the bell. I heard a deep bong emanate from somewhere inside, and Desiree opened the door before I could put my arm down, shrieking my name in her husky voice.
“Devin!â€Â
She pinched my cheeks and crushed me to her chest, smothering me with her breasts.
“Baby! Come to momma and give me a kiss, baby. Mm…now, watch the lipstick. I just put it on.â€Â
She wiped a smear of bright red lipstick from my cheek with a fingertip. She held me at arms length and gave me a good once-over, batting her eyes and looking me up and down.
“Mm…Baby, you look good enough to eat. Come on in, honey, make yourself comfy. There’s someone here I want you to meet.â€Â
Desiree’s as beautiful as a large, black transsexual could be, and she’s about as flamboyant as they come. When I first met her at the Halloween party, she was decked out like a flapper from the roaring twenties. I’m a pretty big guy, but she’s taller than I am, around six-six, and she’s got a figure most female porn stars would die for.
She looked great today, with her long, kinky curly hair pulled back in a tight braid, and she was dressed conservatively in a black pinstriped pantsuit and a crème silk blouse buttoned up just to her breasts. She was wearing high-heeled pumps and was even taller than usual. She towered over me.
Desiree and my teacher, Linda, had met working as call girls back in college and hit it off. Desiree was still in the industry. Currently, she owned a sex club called Kings and Queens, and judging by her home, she seemed to be doing pretty well for herself.
“Hey, Swan!†She called out, pulling me down with her onto an over-stuffed, antique velvet sofa. “Company! Devin’s here!â€Â
“Coming!â€Â
She rested a big hand on my thigh and snuggled close enough for me to smell her perfume. A door that led into her kitchen swung open and shut, and Desiree smiled at me again as a tall, reed-thin guy dressed in sweats with a huge, nappy afro walked through the dining room, munching on a bunch of grapes.
Desiree gave my thigh a little squeeze, sending a warm, tingly jolt up to my crotch, and introduced us.
“Dev, this is my nephew, Swan.â€Â
Swan chewed his mouthful of grapes and acknowledged me with a sleepy nod. He sat and slouched down into the chair next to us, threw his leg over one of the chair arms.
“S’up.â€Â
“Hey,†I said, and nodded back, cool as he was. Two could play it like that.
“Swan just graduated from NYU. Didn’t you, sweetie?â€Â
“Yup.â€Â
I blinked. “Film school?â€Â
“Yup.â€Â
This time, I nodded appreciatively. “Wow.â€Â
“He’s going to be staying here for a couple months.†Desiree smiled. “I thought you two might like to get to know each other, since you’re both up and coming directors and what-not.â€Â
“Auntie says you into Zombie flicks, man.â€Â
I laughed. “Yeah. I am.â€Â
“Cool.†He grinned, showing a ton of white teeth, and nodded again. “Who and what.â€Â
It probably sounds crazy, but I knew what he was talking about. Desiree looked mystified.
“Romero. Night of the Living Dead.â€Â
“What the hell are you two talking about?â€Â
I grinned at Desiree. Swan and I both said, “Best movie ever.â€Â
He ate another mouthful of grapes. She shook her head.
“All right. Looks like you two already have a lot in common.†She patted my leg, gave me a kiss and stood up. “I’ve got to head to the club. I’ll see y’all later.â€Â
Desiree bent and kissed Swan.
“Bye, Auntie.â€Â
Desiree grabbed a small clutch and blew us both kisses, then she was gone.
“So. How you know my Auntie?â€Â
I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that.
“We, uh…â€Â
“You sleepin’ with her?â€Â
Hell.
“We…â€Â
“You know that she a he, right?â€Â
“Yeah…â€Â
“You cool with that?â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
He nodded. “Man, the rest o’ my fam’ly don’t even know. It’s the big secret, right?â€Â
“Oh?â€Â
“Yeah.†He scratched his nose. I could just feel the question coming. “So, straight up, man. You two gettin’ nasty?â€Â
“But…†I interrupted him and kept on going. “…we’ve never had sex. With each other, I mean. There was someone else who…â€Â
“Ah, yeah. I bet I know. Linda?â€Â
Surprise. A little lightbulb popped in my head.
“You know Linda?â€Â
He nodded. “Met her a couple times, when I was a kid. During holidays and shit, when I’d come out to visit Auntie. Always figured they were into some kinky shit.â€Â
“You don’t even know.â€Â
“Prob’ley right about that. Don’t know that I want to, either.†He waved his hand. “So, what is it you do?â€Â
I told him, about work and school.
“I’m just finishing my last short film. Then…I don’t really know what I’m gonna do. I thought about moving to L.A., but…†I shrugged.
“Yeah. Me too. Go be where the action is, an’ all.â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
He finished his grapes, chewing thoughtfully.
“Thing is, you can make movies wherever these days. Just need the equipment an’ some folks to do the grunt stuff.â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
“I got my own cameras.†He pointed upstairs. “Brought ‘em with me. Some nice digital. Looks as good as film up on screen.â€Â
“I’ve been using a digital camera too.â€Â
“Cool.†He sat up. “When Auntie told me ‘bout y’all, I got this idea. I talked it over with Auntie. She thought I might be onto something, wondered if you’d be into it too.â€Â
“Oh yeah?†I leaned closer, interested. “What’s that?â€Â
“Makin’ our own movies, man. ’Could mean some good money, if we’re lucky.â€Â
I blinked. “Movies?â€Â
“Yeah. You an’ me. We start our own production company, make our own shit.â€Â
“You’re serious about this?â€Â
“Hell yeah.â€Â
I leaned back into the couch. “I don’t know. I mean…â€Â
Swan had been relaxed for our entire conversation, thumping his leg on the side of the chair. But now he spun around so he was facing me.
“Look, bro. Here’s the thing. Auntie said she’d help with our cash flow. She’s loaded, man. I don’t wanna make some crappy indie shit that nobody but some tattooed patchouli smellin’ motherfuckers are gonna see at some outta the way art house theater. We need to get profitable, quick, or we dead in the water.â€Â
That was the truth.
“So?â€Â
“Auntie tells me you’re into some kinky shit.†He raised his eyebrows. “Me too, man. See, I don’t care if you’re fuckin’ her. It’s all cool. I think that’s why she introduced us.â€Â
I didn’t see where this was going, and said so.
“I’m talkin’ about making porno’s.â€Â
I blinked again. He grinned, showing me all those teeth.
“Y’know, dudes and chicks, chicks and chicks. Chicks with dicks. Hell, chicks with fuckin’ goats! Whatever we can get away with.â€Â
“You’re serious?â€Â
“How ‘bout we go get some grub, an’ I’ll let you in on what I come up with so far.â€Â
I thought about it. “There’s a club not to far from here with a bar.â€Â
“Food okay?â€Â
“They make a sloppy gyros.â€Â
“Damn. Okay.â€Â
We both stood up. I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Porn, huh?â€Â
“Yup.†Swan nodded. His afro bobbed back and forth. “An’ the crazier shit, the better.â€Â
He stuck out his hand, and after a second, we shook.
“All right. Sounds cool to me.â€Â
He grinned.
“Right on. Damn, partner. I’m starved. Let’s eat.â€Â
***
I drove. Swan had to rack the seat back as far as it would go and bend himself almost in half, but he managed to squeeze inside the beetle. It was still pretty early, so the club was quiet when we got there. I didn’t see anybody I knew yet either, but the souvlaki joint was packed. We could hear the buzz of conversation from the curb.
Inside, I nodded to the Asian guy working the counter, Chucky. He slapped my hand, and Swan and I each ordered a large lamb souvlaki with veggies and extra feta. We got a couple drinks and found two empty stools at the skinny bar along the back wall.
Between bites of hot, meaty, drippy goodness, we slurped on cold beer and got to know each other, almost shouting to be heard over the music from the blues CD blaring out of the beatbox on the counter.
“I was born and raised in Chicago,†Swan said, licking at a blob of greasy sauce running down his wrist. “My pop left and moved to Brooklyn when I was little, so I spent summers with him, hangin’ out in the city. Auntie’s my mom’s…uh…†He tried to come up with the right word, then just grinned and shrugged. “Well. You know. Her brother. His real name is Shakim.â€Â
“Shakim?†I blinked.
Swan laughed and nodded. “Yup. I think my Gramma wanted him to go into politics, get radical, join the Panthers or somethin’, you know? Mom says she always knew he was gay, even when he was a kid. But nobody but me knows what he’s up to nowadays, what with the titties an’ all.â€Â
“So you’d come here and visit?â€Â
“Mm. Yep. On vacations and whatnot.†He tipped back his beer and washed another bite down. “Mom was okay with that. She and Auntie were close as kids, so she trusts him. My Pop thinks he’s fucked up, but I could give a shit about his opinion. The motherfucker’s been a junkie since he was a kid. I figure, what the hell kind of truth can he show me?â€Â
I noticed that Swan was slowly losing the hip-hop attitude, the longer we talked. Maybe he was getting more comfortable around me. I finished my sandwich, wiped my hands and shrugged.
“I don’t know. My dad’s drinking himself into the ground. I haven’t been able to talk to him about anything for a long time.â€Â
Swan chuckled.
“See? All my old man taught me was to be scared shitless of needles. Maybe that’s enough.†He tipped his beer bottle at me. “You still drink, though?â€Â
“Not usually.â€Â
“Special occasions?â€Â
“Only if it tastes right with whatever I’m eating.â€Â
He studied me, giving me that sleepy took. Then he took another sip and grinned. “The beer does wash the Greek down nice, all right.†He polished off the rest of his bottle and wiped his mouth. “So Auntie says y’all spend the summer together in France?â€Â
“Yeah. We’ve gone the last couple of years. Our…mutual friend lives there.’
“Cool. I’ve been all over the place, myself. Spent six months after high school, bumpin’ around Europe. Spent some time working as a chef at a bread and breakfast in France. Lived in Japan for a few months. That was crazy.†He pointed at the remains of our food. “Greece, too. Hot women, there, man. Whoo!â€Â
“So how long have you had this…idea?â€Â
“About the porn?â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
Swan stared at the dozens of concert flyers pasted on the wall in front of us. For the first time, he really opened his eyes, and he smiled an easy, slow smile.
“Forever, man. For as long as I can remember.â€Â
We dumped our garbage, and walked out onto the street to the disjointed rumble of music from inside the club. A band doing a sound check. A deep base line rattled the store windows around us, and I heard a muffled voice I recognized, singing through the PA system.
“Hey, you want to meet some friends of mine?â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
ScaryBrotha’s was a converted movie theater that the city had been ready to tear down. Some friends of mine that I’ve known since high school, Dave and Byron, bought it for about a dollar a few years ago and were slowly renovating it into a music venue.
They’d fixed the building up bit by bit, installed a full bar along with the little restaurant, and opened it up to the public about a year ago.
We got in line, but Suzie, the girl working the entry, caught my eye and waved me up. She put everyone else in line on hold; not caring that it pissed everybody off. She flipped open the bottom door to the ticket booth and gave me a hug. The club’s bouncer, a big, scary biker dude named Victor, stood like a rock behind her. He folded his huge arms across his chest, growled like a rabid wolf and glared at us out from under his sunglasses.
I glared back, and they both broke up.
“Dev!†Victor slammed me on the back with a hand the size of a football. “Been a long time since you dropped by, you little motherfucker!â€Â
Suzie was still hugging me, going “bbbbbrrrrrrumsky!†into my chest.
“Just been busy.†I grinned and shrugged. “You know how it is.â€Â
“You here to see K.C.?â€Â
“We just ate next door...â€Â
I pointed to Swan, who was slouching against the brick wall. He looked asleep on his feet. I realized the sleepy-look thing was how he reacted when he was in an uncomfortable situation. Like meeting new people.
“…and we heard some of the sound check.â€Â
“Yah. I can smell. Here, c’mon in. They’ll be starting in a few minutes.â€Â
Suzie let me go and stamped my hand. Swan peeled himself off the wall to follow me in, but Victor stopped him, strong-arming him with a palm to his chest. There was a hollow thump, and Swan grunted.
“Hey man,†Victor tried to peer into Swans’ heavy-lidded eyes. “You high or something?†He glanced at me. “You know we don’t let in anybody who’s fucked up. It’s bad for business.â€Â
They were almost the same height, but Victor outweighed Swan by probably two hundred pounds of pure, lean, vicious-dog style muscle. Swan was so skinny; Victor’s hand covered most of his chest.
“No, he’s…â€Â
I got that far, before Swan casually grabbed one of Victor’s fingers and twisted. There was a loud pop, and then Victor bent double, shrieking like a girl.
“Oww! Hey! Leggo!â€Â
Swan let go. Just that fast. But his eyes were open now, and gleaming. Victor was holding the finger Swan had tweaked. It was bent at a bad angle.
“Sorry man. I don’t like people touching me.â€Â
“No shit.†Suzie stared at him in amazement. The crowd around us was suddenly really quiet.
“Here, let me fix that.â€Â
Victor looked like he wanted to run and hide as Swan reached for him.
“Serious, man. It’s just dislocated. We can pop it right back, no problem.â€Â
Another loud pop. I saw Victor wince, and then he sighed, held his hand in front of his face and wiggled his fingers. Swan stepped back.
“There. All fixed.â€Â
“Goddamn.†He flexed his hand again, and finally grinned at Swan. “Get your ass inside, before I call the cops.â€Â
Suzie stamped Swan, and I heard Victor muttering something about those damn kids as we disappeared through the doors.
“Sorry ‘bout that,†Swan said, following me through the growing crowd of pierced hipsters. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.â€Â
What could I say? “Okay.â€Â
“Seriously. I just reacted, you know?â€Â
I nodded again. “Okay.â€Â
“I just freaked you out, didn’t I?â€Â
“Yeah. A little.â€Â
“Shit. I was just tryin’ to keep a low profile.â€Â
“Right.â€Â
“Auntie taught me all that stuff. She used to be really into martial arts. Thought I’d need to know how to protect myself, you know? With my pop leavin’ me alone in a fuckin’ crack house all the time.†His lip turned up in a snarl. “She was right. Knowin’ the shit helped. If the homie’s knew you were like Bruce Lee, they didn’t fuck with you as much. Got respect the first time I kicked somebody’s ass.â€Â
“Well, I think you made an impression.â€Â
“Aw, fuck.â€Â
We turned and stepped into the main floor of the club. There was a bar that ran along the back wall, that served light drinks like coffee and soda, and there were tables that seated three or four people roped off along the side. The stage was down front. Dave and Byron had kept the theater’s original stage, but reinforced it for safety, so the bands could jump around all they wanted. The dressing rooms for the acts were upstairs, along with another, full bar and a balcony for the VIPS; the pretty, important people could hang out and pose while they mingled with the stars, and not rub elbows with us common folk.
I didn’t think we’d find my buddies up there. I was right.
I paused and peered over the sea of heads, bobbing to the canned house music thumping out of the speakers, some reggae. I only had to scan half the room before I saw them. Dave and KC were hanging out with some other folks I knew, all grouped together at the tables down in front, not far from the stage. For some reason, Byron wasn’t around tonight. He was probably out dorking one of his honeys.
I went to school with all of them, KC too: he was a chubby gay white boy with a monster singing voice. Some local music critic recently described his voice as sounding like Etta James soaked with warm honey.
That’s about right, I think.
KC wanted to be a soul diva since he was five, and he started a band with our buddy Porter during college. They called themselves maybe five different things before deciding on the Soul Disciples. Now they’ve been playing clubs around town for a while, attracting bunches of faithful groupies who flock to see them play. Seems like we weren’t the only crowd who missed being able to go out and groove to a real band and not have to deal with gang-bangers and bad rap acts. Like KC says, it’s all about Soul.
They’ve been rewarded by finally attracting some serious label attention.
KC waved when he saw me.
“Dev-Dev!â€Â
He was already sweating, probably from goofing around during the equipment check. He doesn’t hold back when he’s performing, even for the few minutes it probably took the club engineer to check the lights and the sound. By the end of a show, he’s usually guzzling pitchers of warm lemon water to help ease his throat.
The band hoped he could keep his voice until they cut their demo.
I just hoped he didn’t have a heart attack on stage.
I kind of half-turned to Swan, who was taking everything in, squinting in the black light and checking out the murals painted on the wall and the ceilings. Dave had them commissioned from a bunch of starving local artists, in exchange for VIP passes to the club. There were probably a few of them hanging out upstairs now.
“Damn. Some of this shit is pretty good.â€Â
“Yeah,†I agreed.
“Damn,†he said again. “I’d pay just to look at some of this stuff.â€Â
Suddenly, I wanted to warn him about my sex life, which was full of sensitive information my friends just didn’t need to know. “Hey, Swan, I just want you to make sure that…well, most of my friends know that I screwed one of our high school teachers, okay? But they don’t know anything about Desiree, or…â€Â
He grinned. “You mean you’ve never brought my Auntie here on a date?â€Â
I shook my head.
“Alright, then. I got it. Don’t bring up the chicks with dicks thing. Right?â€Â
“Right.â€Â
“What about the business? They got anything against us being entrepreneurs?â€Â
“I think they’ll be okay with that.â€Â
“Cool.â€Â
So I made another set of introductions, this time with no dislocated fingers. Swan and Dave hit it off right away. Dave was originally from back east too, and he’d gone to art school in New York for a year before transferring back here. We made small talk for awhile, then KC and Porter had to go to work.
The band started off with a nice, slow groove, the same song they used for the sound check. Dave ordered us a round of drinks on the house, and then folks around us started dancing. Swan drank and bobbed his head. His eyes were wide open. I think he was enjoying himself.
Dave knew Suzie had a crush on me, so he got some other employee to give her a break. She wandered in to check out the music. Dave waved her over and she sat next to me. I ordered her a beer, and we spent the rest of the night drinking and necking, then eventually we were groping each other on the dance floor.
I remember Swan calling it a night, late into the band’s second set. He patted my shoulder and left with some girl who Suzie knew, named T.J. He checked Suzie out as she was grinding her ass into me.
He winked and made a ‘mm-mm!’ sound, then T.J. was pulling him out the door.
The band finished up not too long after that, and the bartender shouted for last call around And that’s when Suzie pulled me out of the club and dragged me back to her place for a nightcap.
I’d like to say that the sex would start here, for those of you who are wondering when the hell I’m gonna get to it. And it probably would, if I could remember much else after we got to Suzie’s apartment. But I don’t, really. Except that she has a little tattoo of a bug chewing on a leaf on the inside of her left thigh.
Oh, yeah. And her clit’s pierced.
I only remember that because she didn’t warn me. So I cut up my tongue, and it bled like a motherfucker. I could barely eat the next day.
So, with all due apologies, hold onto those boners, or whatever, and I’ll just skip ahead a bit, several Friday nights down the road.
***
Weekends and holidays at the store are a bitch, from a staffing perspective, insofar as it’s generally our busiest time (which is good). But on the other hand, seeing that most of my employee’s tend to be high school kids who all decide they suddenly need Friday night off all at the same time, it’s also the most aggravating.
Especially when you get two of them who are supposed to be working (one of them a freakin’ half-an-hour ago), but they both mysteriously get – cough - cough – sick at exactly the same time. Funny how that works, huh? The frustration’s enough to make a guy want to bomb the movie theaters, or wherever it is teenagers hang out these days. But that wouldn’t work; I’d just have to find some real employees.
Like that’s gonna happen.
So, just as I was slamming the phone down after the second ‘I’m calling in sick (this one actually had his mom do it for him.) phone calls, Stephanie walked through the door with three or four out of control little boys at her heels.
And guess what? She was wearing a swim suit: a tight, red one-piece, with a fluffy, flowery-patterned beach towel wrapped around her hips.
They were all wearing swimming suits. Stephanie’s hair was still damp, hanging in thick wet strands down her back. The kids ran screaming over to the games (No, you say. Not the games. Anything but the games. Dev, remember what happened the last time you told us about kids in the game section? Shit…), and then a couple of things happened at once.
While I was busy grumbling about assholes fucking around with me, Steph (as I’ve come to call her) sauntered over to the counter. She grinned when she saw my face, and I got a big fucking boner when I looked over and saw her big fucking tits packed into her wet, clinging swimsuit.
Thinking quickly, I pushed my crotch into the counter to try and hide my erection, which was, for all intents and purposes, completely impossible as my dick was suddenly trying to rip its way out of my trousers. By rubbing my cock up against the Formica, I just managed to escalate the problem.
So to speak. The wave of horniness that hit me was so intense, I think I actually groaned.
“Hey.†She said.
“Hey Steph.â€Â
Then she made everything worse by running her hands through her hair, combing it back with her fingertips. It looked casual, but thinking back on the gesture, I wonder if she did it on purpose. I’m still not sure.
This time, I know I sighed. But I tried to be cool, to play it casual.
But, you know…
I was having a really, really hard time not staring at her boobs. I could see her nipples, for God’s sake. Every cold little bump. They were right there. Poing! Hard as little pebbles, poking out at me, just-like-that.
JesusChristAlmighty, this was bad.
She’s one of your employees, I thought. Get a fucking grip. I had to come up with something to say, other than telling her how nice her boobies were.
I didn’t get off to a swinging start, conversationally.
“So, uh, you guys go swimming?â€Â
See?
“Yep.†She grinned. “How’d you guess?â€Â
“I think it was the towel.â€Â
I pointed to her belly, and my eyes drifted that way too, and I realized she wasn’t as chubby as maybe I thought. She was thick, but solid. Then my dick throbbed, and I actually got so dizzy I had to cling to the edge of the counter to keep from keeling over.
I took a deep breath, and swallowed hard.
“It’s a nice touch.â€Â
“Thanks.†She shook her hair back and grinned again. “Is everything okay?†She asked. “You looked like you wanted to kill somebody when we came in.â€Â
“Yeah, well. Ben and Norm just called in.â€Â
“Really? So who’s working tonight?â€Â
I shrugged miserably. “Jenny’s due in at four, but she can’t close. That was supposed to be Ben’s shift. I already tried Lindsay, but she’s out of town until tomorrow, so…†I shrugged again. “Looks like I’m pulling a double tonight. I…â€Â
I trailed off. Steph was staring at something behind me, trying not to giggle. It looked like she was blushing. I turned around, looked through the big picture windows into the parking lot. There was a woman sitting in a minivan, grinning at me.
She waved.
I waved back. The woman made a face and pointed frantically at something behind me. I whipped around, and found Steph sticking her tongue out at her.
“Who’s that?†I asked. Steph made another face and tried to blow it off.
“That’s my mom. She just picked me and my brothers up from the pool.†It was Steph’s turn to sigh. “She’s teasing me.â€Â
“About what?â€Â
“Nothing. She’s just being an idiot.â€Â
I glanced over at the gang of kids dripping poolwater around on my floor.
“So…†I looked back at Steph, who was silently mouthing something that looked like ‘shut up’ towards her mom. “Those are all your brothers?â€Â
She stood up a little straighter, caught in the act.
“Oh, no, those are my little brothers.â€Â
I blinked. “You mean…there’s more?â€Â
“Yeah,†She nodded. “I’ve got three older brothers too.â€Â
“Wow. Eight kids?â€Â
“Yeah. It’s a Catholic thing.â€Â
“I see.†I shook my head, amazed. “Must get crazy during dinnertime.â€Â
She laughed. It made her boobs jiggle. I tried to keep my mind on the subject.
“Where do you all sleep?â€Â
She held up two fingers. “Two houses. My older brothers live in a house across the street from where we live.â€Â
“Oh.†I said, and nodded sagely, like everyone I knew had a family of eight kids that lived in multiple dwellings. “That makes sense.â€Â
It was Stephanie that brought the topic back to my staffing predicament. She took me by surprise, and said:
“So, do you need help tonight? I could come in and help close, if you want.â€Â
Wow. Maybe I’ve actually gone and hired one of those real employees I’d wondered about.
“Are you sure? I mean, we won’t be getting out till after two, especially if you want me to show you how to close.â€Â
“Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t really have anything to do.†She tilted her head down and kind of peeked out from under her eyebrows. “I mean, I’d rather make some money then listen to my little brothers fight, you know? I could work tomorrow, too, and Sunday…â€Â
“Okay. Sounds good.â€Â
“Great!†She broke into a huge grin. “Just let me get these guys some movies, and I’ll go home and change…â€Â
“Ah.†I waved a hand. “It’s okay. You could work like that.â€Â
She laughed and went to gather her brothers. “I’ll be back in a little while.â€Â
I wasn’t kidding. I would’ve loved if she’d just hung out in her swimsuit. But then, the way my dick was sucking all of the blood from my head, I’d probably just pass out.
***
Stephanie was as good as her word. Barely half an hour later, her mom pulled back up in the van and dropped her off. Jennifer, my other employee, surprised me and came in early too. I hooked them both up with their jobs for the evening, and then we had a huge rush of business between five and . The girls did a great job, even Stephanie, although she’d only been training a few weeks.
The flood eventually tapered off enough for me to run and grab some dinner at the market we shared the parking lot with. I ordered a sandwich and soup at the deli counter, then just kind of zoned out while the clerk made my food. I was so tired and hungry and spaced out I didn’t even notice Nancy sneaking up on me until she bumped my elbow with hers. She almost tipped me over.
“Hi.†She grinned at me. “Fancy seeing you here.â€Â
I almost didn’t recognize her. She looked…younger than usual, I guess. She was wearing a faded purple denim jacket over a satiny, multi-colored blouse, and a pair of old jeans and sandals. I caught a whiff of perfume, and noticed that she was wearing a nice pearl necklace with matching earrings.
“Hi yourself.â€Â
“Just getting off work?â€Â
I tried to laugh, but it came out like a snort. “Actually, I get to go back after this.â€Â
“Somebody call in sick?â€Â
Another snort. “Sounds like you know what I’m going through.â€Â
She smiled. She was wearing makeup, too. And no glasses…contacts, maybe?
“You just usually aren’t around here this late. And I thought you didn’t live close by…â€Â
“Mm-m. I don’t, really.†I said slowly. My mind was still focused on how good she looked.
Something must’ve showed on my face, because she stepped back and spread her arms, then gave me a funny look.
“Do I have something on me?â€Â
“What?†I realized I was staring, and blinked a couple times. “No. No, you just look…really nice tonight.â€Â
I think I caught her off guard. This time she blinked, then she smiled.
“Thank you.â€Â
“You’re welcome.â€Â
Then there was an awkward silence. A short one, but still…
“So…†I cleared my throat. “What are you up to tonight? Why are you so dressed up?â€Â
I guess it was maybe the wrong thing to ask. Her face kind of fell, and she started to look more like the Nancy I remembered.
“Dan and I were going out to eat.†She heaved a sigh. “But he got called away for the weekend. There was a problem with one of his new fix-ups in Bend. The plumbing burst, or something like that, so he’s driving down for the weekend to try to fix it.â€Â
“Oh.â€Â
“So here I am.†She grinned again and kind of bounced her arms up and down, slapping her hips with the palms of her hands. I think she was trying to be funny, but she just managed to look even sadder. “Alone again, like usual. I thought maybe I’d just find something quick to eat and grab a movie for tonight, instead…â€Â
I really didn’t know what to say to that. I managed a weak, “Sometimes stuff happens, I guess.â€Â
Nancy shrugged, and we had yet another uncomfortable silence. Can you read where this is going? I thought I could too, but I still surprised myself when I opened my big mouth again. We waited together while the clerk rang me up, and then:
“So, he’s going to be gone all weekend?â€Â
“Uh-huh. He thought he’d be back Tuesday or Wednesday.â€Â
Here it goes…
“Well,†I handed the clerk a twenty, took my food and felt the palms of my hands get sweaty. “What are you doing tomorrow night?â€Â
“Tomorrow…†Nancy repeated, with more surprised blinking. “Um, nothing…â€Â
“You know, I’m off tomorrow, and I don’t have anything planned either. How would you like to go to dinner and catch a movie…?â€Â
For a second I thought she was going to slap me. I really did. But then she smiled again, and the years seemed to just melt away.
“Okay…â€Â
***
I walked back to the store in a daze and was going to head straight into my office and eat, but somebody was calling my name. Swan was waiting at the counter with his sleepy look in place, chatting up Jennifer. Stephanie was busy at one of the computer terminals, checking in returns. She peeked up and gave me one of her little grins.
“What’s goin’ on, brother-man?†Swan grinned, we slapped hands. “Tried to call, but these fine young ladies said you were out eatin’.†He stuffed his hands back into his pockets. “Why you still here, man?â€Â
“Long story.â€Â
“Like that, huh? Some geek call and say they sick, can’t come in an’ shit?â€Â
“Yep.â€Â
“So you gonna be closin’ up shop tonight, huh?â€Â
“Yep.â€Â
He winked at Jen. Stephanie hid another grin. “Sorry, man. That’s bullshit.â€Â
“Yep.â€Â
“Y’all ain’t real talkative when you’re pissed off, are you?â€Â
“Nope.â€Â
“Okay. That’s cool.†He frowned like Al Pacino in Scarface, nodded. “But y’all make me wonder why I even came by, with an attitude like that.†He sniffed the air. “Somethin’ smells good. What’choo got there?â€Â
“Breakfast.†I jerked my head towards my office. “Come on back while I eat.â€Â
“Cool,†he said, and ambled along behind me, looking an awful lot like a skinny, talking tree. He tipped up on his toes and peered back at the counter while I unlocked the door. “You know breakfast was a long time ago, don’t you?†I glared at Swan, trying to melt him into the floor with my super heat ray vision. He just grinned again. “Dev, you got some hotties workin’ for you man.â€Â
I opened the door and he followed me in, walked around the little space looking at movie posters. I opened my bag and dug out my dinner. “You think?â€Â
“Hell, yeah.†He plopped down in the other chair. “Damn that smells good…it’s a lotta food, too. Man, you can’t eat all that. Here, gimme a bite…â€Â
I gave him half of my sandwich, hoping it would shut him up long enough for me to eat. I dug into my soup, and we ate in companionable silence for a minute. Then he piped up again. “You hate this place so much, why don’t you just quit?â€Â
“I can’t do that…â€Â
“Sure you can. Just call up the motherfucker who owns this place, and say ‘I quit’. Or you can send them a nice, typed letter, if you wanna be a sucker about it.â€Â
“It’s not that easy.â€Â
“Why not?â€Â
“I need the money. I’ve got bills…â€Â
“Man, that’s pussy shit. There’s so much other stuff you could do…hell, Dave was tellin’ me he offered you a job doing advertising for the club. Making commercials and whatnot. KC wants you to direct a video…and I’ve seen the design work you did for Auntie…Hell. You’re just wasting time her, man.â€Â
“Swan, all that stuff won’t pay my tuition, or my rent. It helps, but…â€Â
He took a huge bite of sandwich and washed it down with a gulp from my soda. “I’m just sayin’ that you’ve got options. Lord knows I wouldn’t wanna interrupt your cash flow. How else am I gonna bum food off’a you?â€Â
I snorted.
“Man, you don’t have to deal with the shit goin’ on here, if you don’t want to. Besides…you say you want to make movies. Right?â€Â
“Yeah, of course.†I nodded. “I wouldn’t have spent a buttload of money on school if I didn’t.â€Â
“Then why don’t you think spending twelve hour days here is a waste of your time?â€Â
I didn’t have an answer for that. He was right. I sighed and gave him the rest of my soup.
“What, you don’t want that? You full?â€Â
“It’s all yours.â€Â
“Thanks.†He took a slurp. “Mm. That’s good. Hey Dev, you know I’m just fuckin’ with you. Right? I understand about keeping commitments and all that.â€Â
“Yeah, I know. But you’re right. Dave’s been telling me the same thing for years.â€Â
“Wise man, brother Dave.†More slurping. “But you do have some fringe benefits.â€Â
“What’s that.â€Â
He waved his hand towards the door. “Like those girls out there man. They dig you. And that Stephanie girl, she really likes you, you know that?â€Â
I finally laughed. “Right.â€Â
“Seriously, man. I was out there scammin’ on…on…what’s her name?â€Â
“Jennifer?â€Â
“Yeah, yeah. Jennifer. She was tellin’ me about your flaky employees fuckin’ with you, then Stephanie gets all embarrassed and says she’s gonna help you close up tonight. You get that? ‘Help you close up.’ She digs you, man. I can tell. I bet you could fuck her right here on your desk.â€Â
“She works for me. Won’t happen.â€Â
He gave me the Scarface frown again. “H’okay, boss. Whatever.â€Â
I rolled my eyes.
“Hey,†he leaned over, “Why don’t we hook up some of those little video camera’s in here? We can hide ‘em up there in the lights, an’ in the bathrooms and whatnot. That way if you do screw her we can catch it on tape.â€Â
I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. He gave me an innocent shrug.
“What? We’re filmmakers, man. Remember? People are into that spy-cam shit. You think it won’t work?â€Â
“I think it’s a bad idea. You say stuff like that, and I hear the sound of a heavy, barred door slamming closed on a jail cell.â€Â
He laughed and sat back. “Dev, you worry too damn much.â€Â
“Maybe. But I really think I prefer not to go to jail.â€Â
“There are many prisons, Grasshopper. The worst prison is always in the mind.â€Â
“Wow. That’s deep. Get it off a fortune cookie?â€Â
“Hell, yeah. Auntie and I had some smokin’ take out from this little Chinese place by her house. Mm-m.†Swan finished off his half of the sandwich and started eyeing the rest of mine I wrapped a protective arm around the chunk of soggy bread and smacked his hand into the desk.
“Leave it alone. You already ate most of my dinner. How the hell do you eat so much?â€Â
“I thought you said this was breakfast?†I groaned. “Man, you know I’m a growin’ boy. I gotta keep up my strength.†He patted his stomach and backed off, a little. “So…you really gonna be here late?â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
“Too bad. I was gonna meet T.J. tonight, maybe hang out over at Dave’s place, catch some music.†He slapped a tune out on the desk with his hands. “She’s down with makin’ a movie. I was gonna see if you thought maybe you could hook up with that Suzie girl tonight. Maybe she might wanna be a star too?â€Â
He grinned. “Oh, yeah. I would’a taped some that night we all met, but I didn’t have a camera with me. She called me a couple days ago and we hooked up. She’s into it man. This is the beginning.â€Â
“Wow.†I sat back in my chair, dumbfounded.
“Yeah. You should come with us, you know, hang out. This could be our first break, man.â€Â
“Wish I could. Next time, sure, but I can’t tonight.â€Â
“All right. I understand.†Swan stood up. “Duty calls, and all that. Hey, you sure about that spy-cam? We could hook one up in the bathroom too…â€Â
“No way.â€Â
He held up his hands. “Right. I won’t push it, then. But try to get hold of Suzie. T.J. says she’s freaky as shit. Getting both those girls together’ll blister my socks and make us rich.â€Â
“I’ll call her this weekend.â€Â
“Right on.â€Â
Then I thought of something. “Hey, guess what?â€Â
“What?â€Â
“I’ve got a date tomorrow.â€Â
“For real?â€Â
I leaned back in my chair, grinning. “Yeah. You wanna make some movies about old chicks?â€Â
“How old?â€Â
“Fifties. She’s a customer. I asked her out when I was over at the store.â€Â
“Really? You gonna fuck her?â€Â
I shrugged. “I’m gonna give it a shot.â€Â
“She know about us?â€Â
I shook my head.
“She married?â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
“Oh, shit.â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
“He know about this?â€Â
“Nooo.â€Â
“Good. You had me sweatin’ there for a sec. Man. I had you all wrong. You do like to live dangerous. So…how you gonna work it?â€Â
“I don’t know.â€Â
“Well all right. We’ll play it by ear. So now we got us a couple things on the plate. That’s cool.†Swan opened the door, letting in a rush of cool air. “Okay. I’m outta here. Check you later, baby.†He stepped out, then peeked back in. I could see Stephanie, behind him with her back to the door, bent over and putting away movies. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…â€Â
***
We close late on weekends, at one in the morning. It usually takes about an hour to clean up, close everything down and count out our receipts for the day. Right at one I locked the doors and turned off the lights and the ‘open’ signs, then Stephanie and I got to work. I went over the closing checklist with her, explaining the process and helping her along, step by step.
I emphasized that she needed to be really careful, because she’d be working alone the couple evenings. We’d had people hide in the store before, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her.
She did pretty well, yet again, and we finished with everything but the deposits by twenty to two. We ran the closeout reports and pulled all the till drawers, and went back into the office to count out and go over the nightly paperwork. I sat her down at the desk with the computer and she got busy.
By that time, I’d been at work since that morning, and up since seven. I dragged the other chair around the desk behind Stephanie in case she had any questions, sat down and promptly fell asleep.
I woke up to her nudging my knee.
“Hey, Dev? I don’t know what to do here…?â€Â
I blinked, totally discombobulated, and quickly checked my chin for drool.
All dry.
God, I hoped I hadn’t been snoring.
“Where? I mumbled.
I pushed out of the chair and leaned over her shoulder to have a look.
“Right here…†She pointed and trailed off, staring blankly at some vague space around my jawline. I started blabbing about adding up certain columns when I realized she wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.
“Steph…?â€Â
She was just inches away from me, smiling this sweet little smile. Her head was tilted a little to one side, and she was still staring at me, her eyelids fluttering and her chest heaving, far off in some other world.
We were so close I could have kissed her. I wanted to. I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her close, press my mouth against hers. I wanted to kiss her and nibble her on her ears and lightly run my lips down to the base of her throat. I wanted to watch her eyes close and hear her gasp for breath as I reached down and gently pulled up her shirt and touched her breasts…
One of us moaned, softly. I don’t think it was me.
In that very brief moment, I knew Swan was right, that I could probably do all those nasty things that were running through my head and more. I knew that if I wanted to, I could lift her up and bend her over the table, slowly unbutton her pants and tug them down around her ankles.I knew she’d be soft and warm and wet, that her panties would stick, just a little, as I pulled them down…
But I didn’t.
“Steph…? Are you okay?â€Â
She blinked herself awake, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck. “Oh. Yeah, I just needed to make sure I was doing this right…â€Â
***
Somehow, we got through our little moment, and finished up just after two in the morning. Stephanie used the phone at the front counter to call for her ride while I got my shit together, and she was still there with the receiver stuck to her ear when I locked the office door. I raised my eyebrow and she gave me a frustrated shrug.
“Is everything okay?†I asked.
“Nobody’s answering.†She hung up and dialed again. “Shit.â€Â
At the front door I flipped off all the lights and got her new set of store keys ready. We stood there in the dark together, waiting. She was starting to look really upset.
“I think they’re all asleep.â€Â
“Do you need a ride?â€Â
“Um…â€Â
“It’s not a problem.â€Â
“Let me try again.â€Â
She dialed. I unshouldered my pack with my computer and cameras and set my gear on the counter. She crossed her arms and tapped a fingernail on her front teeth. I waved at someone returning some DVD’s in our after-hours dropbox.
“Shit. I can’t believe it. They forgot about me.â€Â
“C’mon, Steph.†I picked up my stuff again, and headed for the door. “Let’s go.â€Â
“Really? It’s okay?†She grabbed her bag, a big leather thing that probably had enough space in it for a scooter, if not a small car, and slung it over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Of course it’s okay. It’s the least I can do for offering to help me out this weekend. Here, you need to know this.†I punched in my alarm code. “Got it? You can use that code when you leave tomorrow.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
“You get to lock up.â€Â
I handed her the spare set of keys.
We checked to make sure the store was locked tight, then we crossed the parking lot to my VW. I unlocked the car and tossed my bag behind my seat. Steph slid into the passenger seat and dropped her bag on the floor between her feet.
She was tucking a stray curl of hair behind her ear when I sat down and started the engine. It was still warm out, so I cranked back the sunroof while she looked around at interior of the old car.
“This is…cute.â€Â
I gave her a he-man look and signaled, turning out into the street. “Cute, huh?â€Â
“Yeah.†She grinned.
“Okay, then. Mock my car if you want to. I don’t need to give you a ride, you know.â€Â
“Oo. Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend the big, macho car.â€Â
“It takes insults very personally.â€Â
“I can tell.â€Â
I turned on the stereo. KC’s voice drifted out over the speakers, a copy of an acoustic gig the band dubbed a few months ago. My stomach rumbled, loud enough for Stephanie to hear it, and I realized it had been hours since the little sandwich I’d split with Swan.
She stared at my belly and laughed.
“Hungry?†She asked.
“Oh, yeah.†I glanced over at her. “How about you?â€Â
A small shrug.
“If you want to grab a bite, I know a great place that’s open really late.†My stomach growled again, even louder. “Unless you need to get home right away…â€Â
She was still laughing, and my stomach was still rumbling. “No…I mean, I like to go…â€Â
“Good.†I said. “Because I don’t know if I’d make it home...â€Â
The ‘place’ was a trendy, Cajun style bar and grill called YoMomma’s that was open until at least on weekends. They served stuff like alligator jambalaya and spicy mac-and-cheese for the late-night club crowd, and they had killer deserts to go along with a huge selection of booze.
And because there were so few restaurants in town that were still open at this hour, they were always jumpin’. Tonight was no exception. There was a line at the door that stretched a half a block long. Fortunately for us, most of them were probably waiting for a spot in the bar, not the restaurant. I figured we’d only have to wait ten, fifteen minutes.
I parked the car at the curb across the street and killed the engine. Stephanie was looking out her window, at the crowd of hipsters.
“Ready?†I asked.
“Um. I don’t think I can go in there…â€Â
Then remembered something I’d said to Swan earlier, about Stephanie’s age.
“Oh, hey. Don’t worry, I know you’re eighteen, but that’s okay, I know the owner. You’ll be fine, as long as you’re with me.†I winked at her. “And you don’t drink.â€Â
“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s a problem too.â€Â
“What’s wrong?"
She turned away from the sea of black leather, tattoos and body piercings, and glanced down at her red polo work shirt, her khaki Capri pants and her tennis shoes.
“I feel like a dork.â€Â
“Why?†I gave her a critical inspection. She looked good to me. “You look fine.â€Â
“You’re kidding, right?â€Â
I shrugged. “I don’t care if you don’t have a tattoo on your forehead. Nobody here will either.â€Â
Stephanie shook her head at me like I was a complete idiot. I was going to tell her to forget about it, and then she took a deep breath and stripped off her work shirt, right there in the car.
Underneath her shirt she was wearing a lacy, black satin camisole. With no bra.
Basically, instant boner for me.
“There,†she said, and tucked her shirt in her bag.
“Wow.†I think is what I said. I can’t really remember. I was too busy staring at her boobs.
“Okay. This’ll work.†She grinned and opened her door. “Let’s go.â€Â
I scrambled out of the car after her, and she followed me across the street. I started to sweat, cold drops trickling down my sides, and I was wondering why it was suddenly so warm out when I realized that Stephanie was so short, every time I looked down to talk to her, I found myself staring right down between her breasts. Stephanie eyed the crowd some more.
“They’re really crowded.â€Â
“Always.â€Â
I was going to see about a table, but I heard my name called. I half-turned and saw a flash of curly red hair, and someone pounced on me.
Suzie.
“Dev! Hey, baby!â€Â
She drunkenly pushed by Stephanie, threw her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I could taste the booze. Stephanie went from bright-eyed and happy to looking like she wanted to run and cry, just that fast.
She took a step backwards.
“Suzie…â€Â
I tried to gently disengage myself and failed miserably, so I just took hold of Suzie’s arms and pushed. She stumbled and almost fell. She would have too, if I hadn’t been holding her up. Then two more people disengaged from the line.
Swan and T.J.
They were stuck together at the hip. Swan had a video camera in his free hand, recording the whole scene, and was wiggling his eyebrows at Stephanie and showing me all of his teeth.
“What’s up, baby?†They wobbled over. “We were just leaving. Y’all here for drinks?â€Â
T.J. glared at Stephanie, who had enough gumption to glare right back at her.
“No…we’re just going to grab a bite to eat, then we’re going home.â€Â
“So who’s this?†Apparently not getting the reaction she wanted from Stephanie, T.J. interrupted and turned the glare on me. “Your little sister?â€Â
“Y’all could hang with us.†Swan ignored her. “We were just heading back to T.J.’s to have a little fun…â€Â
I stepped closer to Stephanie and put my hand on her back. I felt her muscles tense underneath the thin satin camisole, but then she relaxed. I rubbed her back in a small circle, enjoying the feel of the material against her skin.
When I realized what I was doing, I dropped my hand like she was on fire and hoped this would all end soon. T.J. glared. Stephanie looked up at me with those big brown eyes, wondering why I stopped.
Swan kept up with the eyebrow wiggles.
T.J was obviously pissed and looked like she was ready to rip off my nipples, but Suzie had forgotten all about me and was already wandering away, hitting up some goof-ball with a twig stuck through his nose for a smoke.
“Oh, God. Suzie!†She shouted. “Goddamnit, knock it off!â€Â
T.J. gave me another look that told me she was willing to make me eat my nards, but took off to babysit her friend, who was now busy groping Twig-boy. We all watched T.J. wobble away in her high heels. She was probably just as drunk as Suzie.
I doubted either of them would remember much in the morning.
I took Stephanie by the hand. Her palm was warm and moist. I thought that maybe she’d pull away from me, but she scooted even closer, brushing up against my hips, and clenched my fingers tight. I sighed and finally answered Swan.
“I don’t think so. Maybe some other time.â€Â
“Cool. All right, then.†Swan noticed our hands, shook the camera. “I’m gonna get us a movie.†He smiled, having to look about four feet down just to see Stephanie’s face, and he actually bowed. His eyes were wide and bloodshot. “Y’all have a good night.â€Â
A few feet away, T.J. was trying to pull Suzie off the sidewalk, where she was flopping around, trying to unbuckle Twig-boys’ belt. T.J. started shouting for Swan to come and help.
“Lovely ladies, huh?†He said, and looked at me, glanced at my hand, knotted in Stephanie’s. “Hey, man…†he nudged me. “Told you.â€Â
Stephanie didn’t notice; she was too busy watching the spectacle going on down the street. But I flipped him off anyway. Swan laughed and went to go gather his girls. I almost felt sorry for him, but I figured he’d made his bed. Then my belly gurgled, and I led Stephanie into the restaurant.
I didn’t see how Swan made out. Or Twig-boy either, for that matter. However, I did see the movie later. And it turned out that I was right: neither of the girls remembered anything later.
Anyway…
Once we got past the crowd, I tried to apologize to Stephanie for the mess she just dealt with outside.
“Sorry,†I whispered. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.â€Â
“That’s okay.â€Â
Stephanie didn’t seem too concerned about the scene she’d just witnessed. She just shrugged, like things like that were supposed to happen when you’re downtown at three in the morning, hanging out with your crazy boss, who you’ve know all of a month.
“So, um…†She looked up at me. “Was that your…girlfriend?â€Â
“Ha.†I said. “No.â€Â
“Oh. Good.â€Â
I gave her a sideways look, wondering what exactly that meant, but she was staring at a huge painting of the last supper, with Christ and his disciples depicted as 70’s era punk rockers, that covered one of the back walls. I couldn’t read what she was thinking from the expression on her face.
“Can I help you?â€Â
A big lesbian with a white tuxedo shirt unbuttoned down to her waist and a pink fish tattooed on her neck took my name and asked if we’d like to eat at the bar. I told her no, and, just like I figured, a few minutes later she had us seated across a table from each other, looking at menus. She never even bothered to ask to see our I.D.
Someone had scribbled the names of all the dishes in overlapping circles on construction paper, so to read the menu you had to turn the page around in your hands. I glanced across at Stephanie, who was fidgeting with her menu and looking around, taking the whole experience in.
The tables were mostly arranged in a series of long benches, like picnic tables, lined up in rows. A few booths for larger groups were scattered next to the windows. A heavy dance beat was thumping out from the bar area in back. A blue cloud of cigarette smoke mixed with the haze emanating from the kitchen grill. Waiters shouted out orders over the noise of the crowd for oyster shooters and carried leftovers back to departing customers wrapped in tinfoil and sculpted into animal shapes. I saw several ducks and lobsters sitting on partially cleared tables. The cooks rang a cowbell with each order up.
It was a little noisy.
Our waiter ambled over, tucked his tie into his apron and squatted down on his haunches next to Stephanie. He was eye-level with her tits. The air-conditioning was on full-blast and her nipples were hard, poking through her camisole. I noticed him sneaking looks while he reached across and pointed out dinner recommendations from her menu.
Stephanie ordered the spicy-mac. I ordered two oyster shooters and a large Creole salad (whatever that is) with grilled rabbit and peppered ‘gator meat, and iced-tea’s for both of us.
Standing up, the waiter took our menus and shouted towards the kitchen. “Twooystershooters!â€Â
“Twooyster shooters!†The kitchen shouted back, and then he was off to fetch our drinks.
Stephanie was grinning at me, said something I didn’t quite catch.
“What?†I shouted.
We had to lean over the table to hear each other. She bent close, giving me a great view of her boobs.
“What’s wrong with oyster shooters?â€Â
“They’re all slimy and gross! That’s what’s wrong.â€Â
“Well, yeah, they are all slimy, that’s true. But what’s wrong with that?â€Â
She made a face and stuck out her tongue. It was a cute tongue; tiny and pink. For a second, I imagined sucking on it, and said, “What? You know, there’s lots of good stuff that’s slimy and gross.â€Â
“Yeah, well, I don’t think so.â€Â
“Seriously.â€Â
“Like what?†She asked, all innocence. This conversation was starting to go somewhere dangerous, and I knew it.
That’s when our waiter returned with my shooters. He plunked them down in front of me; two tiny cocktail glasses filled with slimy, gross looking things about the size of my ears, drenched in cocktail sauce, butter and lemon juice. He set down a lit candle then stepped back, waved his order book and shouted, “Two oyster shooters! Ladies and gentlemen, if you would direct your attention to my two friends here…!â€Â
Oops. I’d forgotten about this part.
“Folks as we all know, oysters have always been thought to enhance a man’s potency…â€Â
Everyone cheered.
Stephanie’s cheeks turned pink.
“And this fine gentleman is willing to enjoy not just one oyster shooter. Oh, no. He’s willing to guzzle two of nature’s own bounty of love! Let’s all give him a hand and wish this gentleman’s libido long, robust health!â€Â
He stood back a step and began to applaud.
Stephanie looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock.
The applause turned into chants. I picked up one of the glasses and saluted the crowd, then knocked it back. The crowd cheered again.
Wow, that was good.
I pushed the other shooter over to Stephanie, and shouted, “Your turn.â€Â
“Oh, no…†She held her hands out, shook them at the little glass. “No way.â€Â
Our waiter bent over and asked, “What’s her name?â€Â
She was shaking her head. I gave her a wicked look and told him.
“C’mon everybody!†The waiter was pacing, working the crowd. “It looks like our friend Stephanie needs some encouragement!â€Â
The chant started again…
“Go, go, go…â€Â
Stephanie stared at me, then at the grayish-pink chunk stuck to the side of the glass.
“Go, go, go…â€Â
She grinned weakly and picked up the cup. Then she took a deep breath, pinched her nose shut and choked the slippery contents down.
The crowd erupted with applause as she squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed. She made a few more faces and almost turned purple, but when she finally got the whole thing down, she came up for air smacking her lips, her eyes watering.
Our waiter patted her on the shoulder and moved on to torture another table.
“Okay, so it wasn’t too bad,†she said, and guzzled half a glass of water.
“See?†I grinned. “Told you.â€Â
“Yeah, well, I’m not eating another one.â€Â
The waiter was heading back our way, loaded down with a tray loaded with plates and drinks.
“That’s okay. Dinner’s here anyway.â€Â
“Why do you like those things?†she asked, while our server plunked down huge bowls of food.
I thought about that for a second, and then decided, what the hell.
Go with the flow.
“Well, see, I’m almost twenty two, you know? I’m getting a little older…†I poured a light, peppery dressing on my veggies and dug into my salad with all the gusto a starving man could muster. “My libido probably needs all the help it can get.â€Â
“Oh, really?â€Â
“Mm-hm,†I mumbled around a mouthful of salad.
She tucked that stray hair behind her ear, peeked up through her bangs and gave me that crooked little smile I was beginning to like so much.
We made small talk for a while, relaxed and enjoyed dinner.
It was during dessert, while we were halfway through two cups of strong coffee and an enormous slice of strawberry cheesecake, that she abruptly looked up and asked, “So…what other slimy, gross things do you like?â€Â
I called for the check.
***
“Do you live around here?â€Â
We were squeezed into my car again, the breeze blowing through the open sunroof, heading back uptown.
“Yeah, my place is just down that way.â€Â
“Oh,†she said, staring out the window.
“Would you…like to come over for a little while?â€Â
The invitation sounded lame, even to me, and I was already kicking myself mentally. But Stephanie rolled her head my way and gave me the smile.
“Okay…â€Â
***
“Well, here we are.â€Â
I unlocked my front door and flipped on the light switch. The lights blinked and then blew out completely. I swore while Stephanie laughed.
“Well,†I sighed. “Come on in.â€Â
I lived in the southeast area of town, not far from school, in a big old house that had been split into three separate dwellings. My apartment took up the entire middle floor of the house and ran in a complete circle, starting from the landing I shared with Sarah, the girl who lived upstairs.
I held my finger to my lips, and pointed to another door up the short flight of steps. “We have to be a little quiet…â€Â
“Okay,†Stephanie whispered back.
My door opened into a front room with lots of floor-to-ceiling windows that I used as my editing room. The rest of the apartment wrapped all the way around, through a living room with a fireplace, a big dining room, a small eating nook and a huge kitchen with a pantry, then into my bedroom and on into the bathroom. I guided Stephanie inside.
“Sit tight. I’ll go hit the breaker.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
The ground level portion of the house had been converted into a community bike shop back in the seventies, and the aging hippies that ran the place used the stairwell that ran from the basement through the middle of the house, all the way upstairs as a storage room. They often hung out in the shop and worked on their bikes until two or three in the morning, until either I started yelling at them to shut the hell up, or Sarah started hucking shoes at the walls around the stairs. Sarah had an old, orange tabby cat named Barnaby that would stumble around with a contact high from all the pot smoke that wafted up through the air vents in the floors.
Home, sweet home.
I dealt with the lack of heat in the winter, and lots of bugs and the mice in the summer, because I lived smack-dab in the center of everywhere I needed to be. And the apartment was huge, and dirt cheap for the area. It gave me a lot of space, and as beat up as it was, I kind of liked it.
I groped my way into the pantry and flipped the breaker switch, then made a mental note to call the landlord about the problem again. The lights had been blowing out all through the building for the last week or so, and so far, no one had come out to fix it.
“There,†I called out, and followed a dull glow back into the front room.
Stephanie was wandering around looking at some framed black and white photographs on the wall in my front room. They were series of nudes of Linda that I took right after high school, when I thought I wanted to be a photographer or an illustrator, instead of a filmmaker.
“There are really good.â€Â
“Thanks.â€Â
She looked at me. “You took them?â€Â
“Yep.â€Â
She was quiet a second. I stood there next to her, watching her look.
“I like them a lot.â€Â
“Thanks.â€Â
“Do you still…take pictures?â€Â
I shook my head. “Not much, anymore. I’m too busy.â€Â
“Oh.†She sounded almost disappointed. “That’s too bad.â€Â
I gave her a look over my shoulder as she followed me into the living room. I turned on another light, a lamp this time, and held my breath.
No problem. A small miracle, but the wiring held up.
“Can I get you something to drink?â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
“Tea all right?â€Â
I think she was hoping for something stronger.
“Sure.â€Â
She sat down on the futon sofa; put her bag down on the floor. I’d dropped mine in the front room, next to the door; the same place as always. I poured us each a glass of tea from a pitcher I’d made and left in the refrigerator. I put the pitcher back and peeked down the little hallway that separated the kitchen from my living room.
“I hope you like yours sweet…?†I couldn’t remember how she took her drink at the restaurant.
“Please…â€Â
I could see her from where I stood at the kitchen counter. She was checking out my house, just like I was checking her out. I grabbed our glasses and walked back into the living room.
She smiled up at me from the couch and took her glass with both hands.
“Here you go…â€Â
“Thanks.â€Â
“So…†I took a sip and wondered how to handle this. Having this eighteen year-old girl in my house. This nice, pretty employee of mine, casually sitting on my futon in her underwear, checking out nude pictures of my freaky teacher and drinking my tea and whose parents were home asleep with absolutely no idea where she was…
I just kept thinking, over and over, like there was a little devil sitting on one shoulder: She has huge boobs…
And then, the dorky little angel on my other shoulder would say something like: You know if something happens, you’re gonna lose your job, and her dad’s gonna hunt you down...
Little Devil: Of course somethings gonna happen, you idiot. She’s here in her underwear, well, half in her underwear, anyway. So get it over with. Go ahead and make a move, Slick…
Little Angel: But she’s…chunky. You’ve never liked chunky girls…
Little Devil: She’s not chunky, she’s just…juicy, like a nice, ripe pear, or a plum, or some kind of melon, maybe…
Little Angel: Yeah, okay. Now that you mention it, I can see the pear thing…
“Sooo…†I said, trying to block out the goofy debate going on in my head. “How about a movie?â€Â
“Okay!†She bent over and dug around in her bag. “I got one right before we left work…â€Â
She handed me a DVD case. I plopped the disk in the player without even looking at it, used the remote to turn on my television. I sat down on the floor by her legs with my back propped up against the wood base of the futon. I took another sip of tea, used the glass to cover up the bulge in my crotch, and leaned my head back into the cushions.
Oh, God…
The movie started, and twenty minutes in, I still had no idea what it was about. I was too busy trying to watch Stephanie’s reflection in the TV screen. I heard her yawn, and the futon creaked as she curled up behind me.
The clock on the wall told me it was well after four in the morning. I watched people moving around in the movie, talking and doing whatever the script had them do, but I wasn’t paying any attention at all to what was going on. I could hear her breathing, slow and regular, and I could feel it on the back of my neck.
I turned to find her lying down with her head pillowed on her hands. Once again, her lips were just inches away from mine. She was wide awake, and she was staring at me again.
“Hi,†I said.
“Hi,†she smiled.
“Sleepy?†I asked.
“A little,†she nodded.
“Do you want to finish the movie?â€Â
“Not really.â€Â
I set my empty glass on the scuffed wood floor and pushed it out of the way, then I propped an arm on the edge of the futon and twisted until I could see her without having to crank my neck. We ended up even closer than before. Her breathing changed, sped up subtly, but I noticed. She licked her lips.
“So…did you sleep with whoever that was? In the pictures?â€Â
I hesitated a second before answering, then I nodded. “Yeah. I did.â€Â
“Who was she?â€Â
I felt a slow smile spread across my face.
“My high school French teacher.â€Â
She laughed.
“I’m serious.â€Â
“No way.â€Â
“Okay, don’t believe me.â€Â
“Really?†Stephanie lifted her head a bit in surprise. “You slept with your teacher?â€Â
Oh, yeah, I thought. If you only knew what I did with my teacher. I managed another smug grin. She shook her head and relaxed again, squirming to get comfy. That stray wisp of hair spread across her cheek. I reflexively reached over and tucked it behind her ear, brushed her cheek lightly with my fingertips. Her skin was warm and soft.
She caught her breath and closed her eyes.
I guess I’d made my move. In the back of my head, the Little Devil, Little Angel assholes kicked their running commentary into overdrive.
I took a deep breath myself, and started playing with her hair. It was thick and straight and soft as silk. I smoothed her hair down, away from her face, using the tips of my fingers like a comb, and toyed with a small, silver hoop earring that dangled from her earlobe.
Stephanie sighed, and her eyes fluttered open. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and her high cheekbones had turned a rosy shade of pink.
The Little Devil was screaming at me.
Kiss her, dammit…
And then,
No no no, wait a minute, don’t do anything…
I told the annoying Little Angel to go to hell and followed directions…
Our lips touched, and Stephanie moaned softly, the sound emanating from deep in her throat. Her mouth parted slightly, and her little tongue flicked into mine. I slipped my hand around the back of her neck and scooted closer, and she turned onto her side.
I felt a hand lightly touch my chest, then another, and then she wrapped her arms tight around my neck and pulled me close. We kissed for a bit, and I let the hand that was stroking her hair drift down her neck and over her shoulder, down her back. She moaned again and kissed me harder.
I pushed her the rest of the way over and rested the flat of my hand on her hip, ran my palm slowly up along the side of her belly, again enjoying the feel of her skin under the smooth satin of her camisole. She moaned again and was panting hard when I slipped my hand over her breast and gave it a nice, gentle squeeze. .
“Oh, God…†she whispered.
Stephanie’s eyes flew open. She stopped breathing, her back arched and her whole body jerked up hard, shoving her breast into the palm of my hand. She pushed at my shoulders and her body trembled underneath me.
I froze solid, hoping I just hadn’t made a horrible mistake. Her nipple, hard as a little pebble, tickled the palm of my hand.
And then she relaxed, collapsing back onto the cushions, and almost growled.
“You okay…?†I whispered.
She nodded, and then hooked my neck with her arms again and pulled me back down. My legs were falling asleep, and I had to shift to a more comfortable position. Not as easy as it looks in the movies, to twist around and smoothly keep kissing. Our teeth clicked together.
I had to pull away a little and stretch my aching legs. Stephanie was squirming a little, her legs sawing back and forth against each other.
“Come up here with me…â€Â
I raised my eyebrows. She pulled at my shirt and licked her lips, then scooched back as far as she could, but I shook my head.
“There’s not enough room…â€Â
“Please…â€Â
I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her down onto the floor, right on top of me. She giggled and pulled the throw pillows off the couch with her. We thrashed around on my oriental rug for a bit, until I hooked a leg over one of hers and rolled halfway on top of her. I ran my finger lightly down the side of her face, back down her neck. I hooked the thin strap of her camisole under my finger and gave her a quizzical look.
“It’s all right…I want you to…†she breathed.
I wasn’t sure if that made it okay, but I pulled the strap down over her shoulder anyway. The thin material slipped over the top of her breast and then down to her belly.
I smiled. There it was. A big, firm, real live boob.
Finally.
Stephanie was breathing hard now. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her gently on the lips and cupped her breast with the palm of my hand, squeezing, tickling the tip of her nipple with my thumb. I kissed her cheeks and her forehead, and then trailed my lips to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe.
She hissed with pleasure and her back arched again, driving her thigh into my groin. I ran my tongue down her neck, nipped at her collarbone, and I slowly inched my way down even further. She was wiggling all over now. She had her fingers tangled in my hair, and she cried out softly with every inch my lips traveled.
I squeezed her breast hard, evoking a breathy sigh, and gently, lightly nipped the pink little rosebud crowning her tit, feeling the rubbery flesh between my teeth. I took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, making her gasp and pull me even closer.
“Oh, God…â€Â
I raised my head a bit, keeping her nipple between my teeth, stretching her breast, and then let go, letting it plop down. I kissed and sucked and pulled the other strap down until her camisole was bunched around her waist and I had both of her breasts free in my hands. She was twisting underneath me; pulling my face hard into her chest and rubbing my crotch with her leg.
Her little cries were coming louder now, and my Little Devil decided it was time to make yet another move.
I slipped my right hand under the hem of her camisole and tickled her belly. She moaned and pushed closer against me. I found the top button of her pants and yanked until the button popped. I pulled and was rewarded by the unmistakable sound of her zipper coming undone.
I casually kept sucking on her tits and gently slipped my hand down into the crotch of her pants. I was moving as slowly as I could, trying to feel my way along, not knowing how far she’d let me go.
It was a tight fit, so I used my leg to help pull her pants down a little. Then I let myself explore a bit, dividing my attention between the huge pair of nice, firm boobs up by my mouth, and the warm, moist coochie down at my fingertips.
She was wearing a lacy pair of panties. I slipped my fingers under the elastic band and tickled my way down, past the thatch of soft, curly pubic hair. She gasped again, and I froze, waiting. She didn’t try to slap my hand away like I’d half expected; instead, she pulled me back up by the hair and planted her lips back on mine.
“Mm-mmm…â€Â
Her panties were wet already, and I went back to work while we kissed. I found her pussy, nice and slick, and her little nub. I lightly tickled her clit, rubbing it with my finger, and Stephanie went crazy underneath me.
She cried out and pushed my face against her neck, squirming as I slipped a finger inside her…
“Oh, God…Yeah…â€Â
Her back arched again, and it gave me a little better access. I slid the first joint of another finger into her, and her entire body stiffened and started trembling. She clutched at me with her arms, running her hands over my hair, over and over.
“Oh…oh…â€Â
I took my time, fingering her. She was so tight…
And then she stopped breathing again. She had my head pressed tightly against her chest, and I could hear her heart racing. Suddenly, I felt a tiny gush of moisture, and my hand was soaked from the fingers up.
“Okay,†I said, and stood up. “That’s it.â€Â
She up at me, shocked. “W-what? Did I do something wrong…?â€Â
I laughed and shook my head. I was so horny I felt light-headed.
“What’s wrong?â€Â
“Nothing. I’m just not going to do this here on the floor.â€Â
Stephanie nodded and picked herself up, scooting back onto her elbows.
“Okay. I mean…â€Â
I could see the disappointment in her eyes. For a split-second, I wondered if she’d been in this situation – or one like it – before.
“…I understand if you don’t want to…â€Â
She started to pull up the straps to her cami. I shook my head again.
“Hey, quit that.â€Â
She stopped and looked up at me.
“What…?â€Â
I bent over and gently pulled her hands away. “Leave those alone. I worked all night for that view.â€Â
Her eyes flashed and she gave me that grin. I smiled and reached for her, and then I picked her up and carried her, giggling, into the bedroom.
***
I dropped her, laughing, onto my futon (yes, I have one in my bedroom too. It’s got a nice, thick mattress and rumpled sheets. The one in the living room is way too beat up to really sleep on.). She bounced around, getting comfy.
Then I pushed her flat on her back.
I grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs up, and then I ripped her pants off and tossed them on the floor. Her legs flumped back onto the bed, and I yanked off my shirt.
Now we were both breathing hard.
She braced herself up on her elbows and watched me strip. I dropped my pants, kicked them off into the corner with my shoes. I followed those with my socks, and suddenly I was standing there naked except for my underpants.
Stephanie watched me slip those off with wide eyes, eyes that got even wider when I stood back up and that Little Devil (who wasn’t quite so little anymore) sprung out at full attention. She licked her lips and then glanced up at me. I think she smiled for a second, and then her eyes traveled back down to my crotch.
She didn’t move a muscle. She just kept licking her lips, and I thought, okay then, here we go…
I grabbed her by the ankles again and pulled.
“Hey!†She squealed, and slid down to the edge of the bed.
Her panties showed off a lot of her thick, muscular thigh. The panties were cute and sexy and I wanted to tear them off in the worst way you can imagine.
I wrapped her legs around my neck and leaned over, kissing her lightly on the mouth and her breasts. I rolled her camisole up and tongued her belly-button while I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties.
I had her bent at an angle, with her feet pointed up at the ceiling. Her ass was already lifted off the bed, enough that I was able to back off a little and pull her panties over her butt. I slowly rolled them up the length of her thighs.
And lo and behold: I was right again – the panties were so damp they stuck to her crotch before peeling away. I slipped them up over her smooth, muscular calves, and snagged them on her foot before they were off.
“There.†I grinned at her and tossed them onto the bed. “Finally.†Then I paused and had a nice, long look of my own.
She had a thick, trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair. Her skin was smooth and soft, with tan lines outlining the shape of her swimsuit. I could see the soft outer lips of her pussy, and I felt my cock throbbing, poking out between her legs. She was still staring at it intently, giving me quick, shy little glances.
“Can…can I touch it?â€Â
I smiled. “Sure.â€Â
She tentatively reached out and cupped my shaft with a soft hand.
“It’s so…so big. And hard…â€Â
I blinked, and tried not to laugh. I thought it might ruin the moment if I did.
She gripped my dick with both hands and stroked me gently. I twitched, and she looked up nervously. “Did that hurt?â€Â
“Oh, no,†I said, and let out a breath. “That just feels really good.â€Â
“It does?â€Â
She looked so earnest, staring up at me with those big brown eyes and my cock clenched in her hands. I smiled again. “Yeah, it does.â€Â
Suddenly, I had to kiss her. Over and over.
I pushed her back on the bed and smothered her with my body; I felt her breasts flatten against my chest, heard her moan as base of my cock slipped up against her pussy, and felt her legs lightly wrap around my waist as she sucked on my tongue. I pushed her arms over her head, pinning her down, and kissed her mouth hard.
“I want you so bad…†She whispered. “Please…â€Â
I started rocking, gently shoving with my hips, lubricating my cock with her pussy juice. She hid her face, burying it against my chest. I rubbed my face in her hair and lifted my hips up, dragging my dick along her pussy. I let my weight push me into her, feeling her pussy lips open and swallow the head of my cock. I heard her gasp, and her legs clamped around my ass, pulling me closer. I was just barely an inch or so inside her, and I wanted more. And then there was a hitch in the works.
I shoved with my hips, driving into her, marveling how tight she was, started moving slowly, pushing harder and harder, working my way deeper inside her. And then she cried out in pain and started bucking underneath me. I felt something tear inside her, and suddenly I slid in another couple inches. Stephanie bit my shoulder hard.
Hard enough to draw blood.
“Hey!â€Â
Stephanie had her eyes squeezed shut tight, and she was crying.
“What’s wrong?†I let go of her wrists and stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?â€Â
She was biting her lip, nodding and shaking her head at the same time.
Then it hit me, the same time she managed to catch her breath enough to let me in on the secret.
“It’s okay…I’m okay…†She cupped my face with her hands and kissed me. A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, fell down her cheek. “It’s just…you’re…this is my first time, and you’re so big…â€Â
The Little Angel popped up on the headboard of the bedframe, waggling a tiny finger at me. I could hear the lecture already…
See? I told you so, you big, dumb jerk. You should’ve known better. This is what happens when you take advantage of a sweet little teenager. She’s a flippin’ virgin, for God sakes. So you take her home and pork her? And what about a condom? Huh? You didn’t even think of that, did you, now that you’ve got half your dick buried in her pussy?
Oy.
I closed my eyes and tried to tune him out again. Stephanie was petting me, still giving me little, quick kisses all over my face while she explained.
“…it just…hurt a little. But I’m okay…â€Â
I thought maybe I could give her an easy way out. “Steph, maybe we should just stop…â€Â
“No!†She wrapped her arms around me and held me like she was afraid I’d just get up and walk out of the apartment. “I mean, just go slow, okay? Like you were?â€Â
“Steph…†I thought about my sexual history, and gritted my teeth. “I don’t have any condoms. I don’t want you to…â€Â
“I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the pill. Devin, it’s okay. Really. I don’t want to stop…please. Will you kiss me some more?â€Â
I’d slowly slipped even further into her, until I was buried inside her. Her stomach muscles were twitching under my belly, and I could feel the walls of her pussy clenching and unclenching around me. She was still crying a little.
I wiped a tear from her cheek and she smiled up at me. She stroked my chest. I grinned back, and the Little Devil popped up and shoved the Little Angel off the bed. He smirked and gave me a big thumbs up, and then he disappeared in a tiny poof of smoke.
Good riddance.
Stephanie was frantically kissing me again. I heard birds chirping outside, and the first rays of sunshine were just creeping under the bamboo blinds covering my windows.
I smoothed her hair back from her forehead and looked into her eyes.
“Please, she whispered. “Please…â€Â
Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound, is what someone used to say. I guess sleep would have to wait for a while longer. I rolled over and pulled with me. The breath went out of her in a whoosh as she settled on top of me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pushed myself all the way into her. She braced her hands on my chest and leaned over a little.
“Okay,†I said. “Let’s try this again.â€Â
***
We took it slow and easy. I let Stephanie experiment, do whatever she wanted to, really, and in the end, everything seemed to work out just fine. Eventually, she cried out and collapsed on my chest. Afterwards, I managed to stay awake long enough to realize that we’d actually climaxed together.
Amazing.
I woke up a little after on Saturday, flat on my back with Stephanie asleep on top of me, with her head pillowed on my chest, and her hand tucked under her chin. We were in exactly the same position we finished in the night before. My cock was still wedged into her pussy, rock hard, ready to go.
Maybe later, I told myself.
I watched her sleep for a little while before the pressure of her hips pushing on my bladder forced me to move. I tried to disengage and shift out from under her as gently and slowly as I could, and managed to slip off the bed without waking her up. There was a nice big wet spot where I’d been sleeping, a little bit of it stained slightly pink.
Stephanie groaned and rolled over, snuggling my pillow. It was going to be a hot day. The temperature in my apartment was already heating up. She was perspiring, and I felt sticky and smelly myself.
I covered her with the sheet and caressed her shoulder. She mumbled something that sounded like ‘I love pumpkins’, and curled up into a tight ball under the covers. I turned on the air conditioner to a low rumble and padded into the bathroom. I relieved myself with a hearty sigh, sending a steady stream into the toilet for what seemed like about a half an hour, and then took a cool shower.
She was still dead asleep when I got out, so I dressed and went out for a quick run. On my way back, I stopped off at a market a few blocks from my apartment and picked up some stuff for a quick breakfast. Bagels and cream cheese, fruit and two freshly blended berry and banana smoothies.
I walked the rest of the way back, cooled off, and stretched for a few minutes, soaking in the sunshine, talking with the hippies for a while. All the late night noise and bong smoking sessions aside, they were pretty nice people. Eric, one of the younger guys, did most of the mechanical work on my car. He basically kept it running in exchange for my filming a few TV spots for the shop. I thought it was a fair exchange. They were all concerned that they’d made too much noise that morning and kept me up. I guess they’d heard me and Stephanie thumping around upstairs.
I just grinned and assured them everything was cool, that I’d just had company over for the night.
“Really, man?†Eric grinned, flicked his dreadlocks over a really tan shoulder He reeked of pot and patchouli oil and body odor. “A chick?â€Â
“Uh-huh.â€Â
“Cool, dude. You gonna share?â€Â
I think he was serious. “Nope.â€Â
“Bein’ stingy, man. Bummer.â€Â
By the time I called it quits, I was feeling pretty loose; nice and sweaty and relaxed. I picked up my groceries and went inside. Sarah had already picked up the mail and left the house by the time I got back. She’d drawn a smiley face on all my bills and left everything on the little table in the landing. Her cat zoomed past my ankles when I opened the door, and ran off to see Eric.
“Hey, little dude! Just in time for some grub…â€Â
I swept up my mail as I unlocked my door and dumped the envelopes on my desk. I’d sort through all the junk later on. I had better things to do this afternoon than shuffling money around to pay my cable bill.
In the living room, the television was still turned on, and the DVD player was whirring away, repeating the title sequence over and over for the movie we didn’t finish. Wondering what it was, I peeked at the title, and still didn’t know what the damn thing was about. It looked like a chick flick.
I shut everything off, and kept moving. I dropped the bag of food on my kitchen counter, and peeked into my bedroom to see if my houseguest had stirred yet.
Stephanie was still asleep, her thick, curvy body twisted up in the thin sheet, her hair spread out over the pillows. I could hear her soft breathing from where I stood. Lying there with the sun shining through the windows, bathing her in a bright, golden light, the scene reminded me of the subject of a painting, or a photograph.
Or maybe even the beginning shot of a movie. I grinned and snuck back into the kitchen to make breakfast.
***
Stephanie finally stirred when I was cutting the bagels. I heard her yawn, and I turned around. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, stretched her arms out towards the ceiling. The sheet fell into a puddle in her lap. She finished her monster stretch and looked sleepily around with a disoriented look on her pretty face.
She seemed a little panicked, but she looked great; actually, she looked better naked than she did in clothes, I thought. She had an unbelievable hourglass figure, with those great big tits and wide, round hips, and a remarkably tiny waist with just a trace of baby fat. If she kept on swimming, I figured the baby fat would disappear completely in another year or so.
She just was so short, clothes made her look plump; rounder than she really was. I was glad I got to see her like this. I couldn’t help but smile. The Little Devil got a little excited again, too.
She finally saw me and jumped.
“Oh!â€Â
“’Morning, Sleepyhead.†I grinned and walked into the bedroom with the food. “Actually, afternoon, but hey, close enough. It’s only one.â€Â
I sat on the side of the mattress. She scooted over and pulled the sheet up around her chest, tucking it under her armpits, toga-style.
“Morning.†She blinked at me and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. I offered her a smoothie. She stared at the cup a minute. “What’s that?â€Â
“Well, in my language, it’s called ‘a drink’.â€Â
She glared at me.
“Here, I’ll show you…â€Â
I took a big gulp of my smoothie, swallowed and wiggled my eyebrows.
“See?â€Â
She frowned. “It’s not coffee.â€Â
I sighed and picked up a strawberry. “Not a morning person, are we?â€Â
She grunted and took a sip. “Mm. Hey. That’s good.â€Â
“I know. Remember, I’m an old man. I’m chock full of arcane knowledge.†I held out the strawberry. “And this is something I call ‘fruit’.â€Â
She laughed and took a bite. “Mmm…â€Â
Juice ran down her chin. I leaned over and licked it off. She groaned and shivered, and I kissed her once, twice, tasting the sweet berry in her mouth. When we parted, she was smiling again. And I’d unhooked the sheet.
I let it fall back into her lap.
“Remember, I worked hard to get you naked. No sheets.â€Â
“Oh. Right. Okay.†She ate the rest of the strawberry and looked at me. “So what about you? Why do you get to have clothes on?â€Â
“We’ll fix that in a minute. Let’s eat first. I’m starving.â€Â
“You know,†she said around a mouthful of bagel. “This is the second time you’ve fed me. I always thought first dates were never supposed to be food dates.â€Â
“Who said this was a date? I’m just giving you a ride home from work.â€Â
That got a sassy look. “Oh.â€Â
“Speaking of which, shouldn’t you let somebody know you’re all right?â€Â
“It’s okay.†She waved her hand, chewing. “My mom just thinks I’m staying at Trisha’s.â€Â
Oho. A lightbulb went on in the cobwebby space I called a brain. I heard echoes of the Little Devil, laughing at me. Had this all been planned? My, my…what a sneaky girl.
“Trisha’s,†I nodded, and took a bite of my bagel. “Right.â€Â
“So, what do you want to do today?â€Â
I chewed thoughtfully. “Well, I thought maybe I’d Roger you roundly some more, before you have to go to work.â€Â
“Okay.†She blushed. “Don’t you have to work tonight?â€Â
“Nope.†I shook my head. “Lindsay opened, and Jennifer’s there to help you tonight. I actually took the weekend off. Last night was just an emergency.â€Â
“Oh.†She looked dejected for a second, but brightened and said, “I could come back after work…?â€Â
“I’m sorry, Steph.†I didn’t want to let her down, but I shook my head. “But I’ve already got plans.â€Â
“Oh.â€Â
She frowned and turned away from me. Her body language killed me.
“Hey, quit that.â€Â
I tipped her chin back towards me.
“We’ve still got a couple hours. Right?â€Â
“Right.â€Â
I set the empty dishes on the floor and pushed her back into bed.
“So,†I murmured, kissing her. I let my hands drift over her belly and snuggled close. “Let’s have some fun while we can.â€Â
***
About an hour later, Stephanie asked if she could use the shower. I dozed off as soon as the water started running, and woke up to find her standing at the foot of the bed, drying her hair with a towel and staring at me with that impish little grin. I glanced down to where she was looking, and surprised to find myself sticking straight up.
“It just does that?†She asked. “Whenever?â€Â
I shrugged. I was tired enough that I really didn’t think I could get it up, but there it was. My penis in all it’s glory.
“Maybe I could call in sick.â€Â
“You…†I groaned and rolled over. “…are going into work, like you said you would. And I’m going to take a shower before I drive you there.â€Â
She frowned, limped over to the edge of the bed and eased herself down.
“Sore?â€Â
“Mm. Yeah, kind of.†She nodded at the messy sheets. “Did I do that?â€Â
“Yep. Pretty much.â€Â
“Eww.â€Â
She made a face and pulled a clean pair of panties and a bra out of her bag.
A-Ha! I thought. The sex conspiracy has been confirmed! I watched her dress for a moment, and then snuck in to take a shower before we had to leave.
Now I just hoped I could be as sneaky.
***
Nancy stared at the clothes in her closet and wondered what the hell she thought she was doing. She had no idea what to wear. What was she thinking when she said she’d go to dinner with this…this kid?
She sighed and shoved the clothes hangers back and forth on the wood rail. It would help if she’d thought to ask where they might be going. Frustrated, she stood with her arms crossed under her breasts, chewing on a fingernail, weighing her options.
Someplace casual, probably.
Maybe the pink dress? It’s pretty. And it would be cool, which would be nice; it’s so hot out…
No…bad choice. Then she’d have to change her underwear again. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost five. He was going to be here to pick her up any minute, and she couldn’t even decide on her underwear. Shit.
Why did I have him come here? I could’ve picked someplace for us to meet…God, she thought. I hope he doesn’t think a burger and fries from a drive-through is dinner.
Maybe he won’t show up, and I won’t have to worry about this…
She heard a car pull up outside. The pit of her stomach did a flip-flop.
Oh, no. Not yet. I’m not ready.
The engine died and a door opened and closed. Nancy held her breath, listening to the footfalls patter up her walkway.
The footsteps got closer. She chewed her lip, waiting, her stomach in knots. The doorbell rang, and she groaned. Nancy ran over to the bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains.
There he was. Standing right on her doorstep. In broad daylight, waving at Jillian, her next door neighbor, who was out, watering her flowers. Jillian knew what was going on. She knew pretty much everything. All about Dan’s affairs, and their marriage, which was crumbling into shreds. Maybe it already had. They’d talked about Devin, too. Jillian had urged her to go on the date, have some fun. She thought it would be harmless and do her some good to get out, meet some new people.
Nancy wondered about that, and thought about her husband, a hundred miles away. Gone. Leaving her alone on their anniversary, for God’s sake.
The doorbell rang again. Jillian saw her peeking out the window, winked and waggled her garden hose. Nancy bit her lip. Suddenly she felt dizzy and a little weak in the knees.
He’ so…she chewed her fingernail, groping for the words. He’s so cute.
Outside, Jillian made a frantic little pushing motion towards the door. Devin was still there, trying to see into the house through the front window, nervously shifting from foot to foot. She looked him over, trying to get an idea of what he might have planned. He was just wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with some old sandals.
On her way back around the bed, she poked her head out into the hallway and shouted, “Be right there!â€Â
Okay, she thought. Casual it is.
***
I was running a little late after dropping Stephanie off at the store. Our goodbye’s were rather awkward, to say the least, and she definitely wanted more of a kiss than the quick peck on the cheek that I felt comfortable with, especially with both Lindsay and Jennifer staring at us while we sat in the car.
If she wasn’t going to be late for work, I think we’d still be sitting there.
I had to check Nancy’s address a couple times. She’d scribbled it down on a napkin with a felt tip marker while we were at the supermarket. The ink had bled, and I was having a hard time reading her handwriting. I half expected her to give me a bogus address. And when I finally found the house, I was pleasantly surprised to see her Range Rover parked in the driveway.
I parked next to the curb, got out and had a quick look around. She lived in a nice residential neighborhood less than a mile from the video store. Her house was nestled in the center of a tree-lined street, set back from the sidewalk and almost hidden behind two drooping willows planted on either side of her yard. The property was nice and neat, with a green, freshly mowed lawn that had just been watered. A detached two-car garage sat at the end of a long driveway.
I took a deep breath. Off to work I go…
An attractive middle-aged woman was watering a bed of flowers at the house next door. She stared at me like I had a big green booger hanging out of my nose as I walked up the steps and rang Nancy’s doorbell. She kept on staring too, until I finally just smiled and waved at her. Then she went back to drowning her flowers and shooting little glances at me over her shoulder.
Nobody answered the bell.
I started wondering again if Nancy had come to her senses when she realized I’d asked her out on a date. Or freaked out, better yet, and decided to hide from me. Even if it wasn’t really supposed to be a date, date. If you know what I mean.
I gave it a few seconds. No Nancy. It was dead quiet inside the house. A sweet, feminine voice floated over towards me, from off to my left. The lady with the hose was wagging it at me.
“She’s in there. I think she’s in back. Go ahead, ring it again.â€Â
“Okay…Thanks.â€Â
I smiled and pressed the doorbell. I heard the chime inside, stuck my hands in the pockets of my faded old Levi’s and shuffled my feet. This time when the chime faded away someone shouted a muffled, ‘Be right there!â€Â
A few more minutes ticked by. I paced the small porch and watched some kids race their bikes down the sidewalk. The flower lady kept careful watch over me. Making sure I didn’t steal the mailbox, or something. Finally, I saw a very curvy figure inside the house, walking down the hallway. Nancy opened the door and smiled sheepishly.
“Hi.†I said. “You look great.â€Â
“Thanks.â€Â
She looked lovely, dressed comfortably in a nice pink summer dress. That was great. My surprise evening with Stephanie hadn’t given me time to come up with plans for tonight, so I was going to be winging things a little bit.
I had some ideas, and I definitely knew where I wanted to end up, but everything really depended on Nancy. I had a pretty good feeling she was going to be at least a little uncomfortable, so I decided to keep the date on the fun side. I wanted to interact with her one-on-one, so choices like movies or the theater were both out by default. You can’t talk to someone sitting in a dark, noisy Cineplex. And Stephanie had been right when she’d mentioned that first dates should never be dinner dates. Not to begin with, anyway.
So what did that leave me?
Well, for one thing, she already seemed way too quiet. We’d have to fix that, get her in the spirit of things. I wasn’t beyond lubricating the gears a little, maybe plying her with a drink or two to help get the ball rolling, but I decided to wait. If it came down to that I’d be happy to use some booze, but I didn’t want Nancy to think I was trying to get her drunk.
We were already in the middle of an awkward moment. Nancy’s body language was pretty obvious. She was still standing in her doorway, with her arms crossed under her breasts, looking at everything and anything but me. It didn’t look like I was going to get an invitation to come inside, so I decided to get the ball rolling.
“Well,†I said, and held out my hand. “Shall we go?â€Â
She hesitated for just long enough for me to think she might turn and slam the door in my face. Instead, she grabbed a little clutch purse and a set of keys from a small table. Then she stepped out onto the porch and locked the door behind her. She steeled herself and offered me a smile.
“Okay. Ready.â€Â
She swept past me, ignoring my hand, and marched to my car. I followed in her wake and opened the passenger door for her. She sat and fastened her seatbelt, dropped her purse in her lap, primly folded her hands and stared straight out the window.
I walked around to my side of the car, wondering if I might need some booze tonight myself.
***
She actually started the conversation. It took about ten minutes of driving in icy silence, but by the time I hopped on the freeway heading downtown, she asked where we were going.
“Well, I was going to try and keep it a secret.â€Â
She stayed quiet, staring at me.
“Okay, okay. I thought we’d go see the new Disney on Ice.â€Â
That got a surprised blink. “You’re kidding, right?â€Â
“What? No. Why? I love skating puppets, don’t you?â€Â
That got a sly smile. I grinned over at her and changed lanes, accelerated onto the onramp that would take us towards the waterfront. I tried to keep a straight face.
“I figured that would be the last thing you’d expect.â€Â
She nodded. “You’d be right about that.â€Â
I got stuck behind an old, beat up Toyota belching dark smoke. The guy driving the deathtrap was moving ten miles an hour slower than anyone else and refused to move out of the fast lane. Little old ladies were lapping me. Then we ran into a bottleneck just before we crossed the river.
We inched along breathing fumes until I found an opening. I swung the VW back into the middle lane and we got ahead about thirty feet. Toyota Guy sneered at me as we drove by. I congratulated myself on being mature enough not to flip him off when I passed him.
Nancy piped up. I turned around to see her giving Toyota Guy the eye of death.
“People like that irritate me so much…grr.â€Â
“Grr?â€Â
“What? They make me angry.â€Â
“So you growl at them?â€Â
“What else?â€Â
“You could shoot ‘em,†I deadpanned.
She blinked at me again. I grinned and signaled, snuck over another lane. Our exit came right up and I pulled onto the bridge and crossed into downtown.
The traffic was awful, and just got worse.
Every summer the city throws a two-week long bash along the waterfront; a big festival with carnival rides and live music; booths with peddlers hawking all kinds of arts and crafts; and every kind of food and drink imaginable. The U.S. Navy docks several ships during the festival, offering tours and allowing the sailors some shore leave.
It took a little hunting, but I found a parking spot on the street, just up from where the food tents were pitched. Streams of people passed us in both directions. Music from a blues band rattled windows in the buildings around us.
“Here we are,†I said, and grabbed my keys. “Ready?†I asked.
She nodded.
“Then let’s go have some fun.â€Â
Nancy was staring out the window at a uniformed sailor groping a trashy young girl. They were stumbling down the street, his hand under her skirt, playing with her ass. They were oblivious to everyone around them.
She turned back to me, blushing.
“Okay.â€Â
I got out and opened her door for her, helped her out onto the sidewalk. I locked up and decided to try play being the gentleman again. I held out my arm, and this time she took it.
***
We followed the crowd strolling along the grassy walkway, browsing. Grubby kids ran through the crowd, getting underfoot and snarfing down cotton candy, huge elephant ears and hotdogs. I let Nancy take the lead. She negotiated the crowd and wandered from booth to booth, holding up knickknacks, slowly starting to relax.
“Mm. That’s nice,†I mumbled, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I failed miserably.
“You don’t like it.â€Â
“Well....â€Â
“Me either.†She sighed. “Maybe I’m just delirious.â€Â
“Lack of food?â€Â
She sniffed the air. “Something does smell really good.â€Â
I shrugged an apology at the guy in the booth and began steering Nancy towards the mouthwatering smells drifting our way.
She followed along, keeping much closer now. I couldn’t quite tell if she was finally comfortable with our ‘date’, or if she was just avoiding the crush of smelly bodies that were lined up five and six deep everywhere we looked. We bulled through the crowd and stopped at a nearly vacant bento grill.
The fragrance of chicken, fish and veggies speared on foot-long bamboo skewers, sizzling over an open flame was heavenly. We each ordered two pepper teriyaki chicken skewers with grilled vegetables and brown rice. When the cute Asian girl who was taking our order asked what we’d like to drink, Nancy surprised me by asking for a beer. I gave her a quick look and asked for the same.
I paid the girl and pocketed my change. Our food was ready to go in minutes. We grabbed forks and napkins and began eating as we wandered around, searching for a place to sit down.
“Wonder what’s going on?†Nancy pointed to a fair-sized crowd gathering along the railing at the edge of the waterfront, where the ships where anchored. Everyone was leaning over the rail, peering down at the river.
“Let’s go see.â€Â
I shouldered my way through, with Nancy holding onto my shirt. We leaned over the waist-high cement guardrail and stared around with everybody else. Except for a few small, recreational boats, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Nothing to attract so many people, anyway. I turned to the shirtless, sweaty teenager standing next to me and asked what it was everybody was so worked up about.
“Just wait, man, they’ll be back.â€Â
“Who?â€Â
“The strippers, man. A couple chicks and some dudes in a speedboat. Here. They had somebody giving these away. Check it out.â€Â
He handed me a slip of paper. A flyer advertising a nightclub. I glanced at it as he started jumping up and down, shouting and waving his shirt. Nancy held onto me as most of the crowd followed his lead. It felt like being right at the front of a mosh pit, except we weren’t being smashed into the edge of a stage. We were being pushed into a half a foot of concrete, and then there was a couple hundred feet of open space and freezing river below.
Nancy muttered, “Oh Jesus†in my ear, and she squeezed my bicep hard enough to make me wince.
I looked up. Out on the river a speedboat was roaring by the Navy ships. Two naked girls sat in the back of the boat, striking lewd poses. A muscle-bound guy with a cheesy 70’s style mustache and wearing nothing but ragged, short-short denim cutoffs and a pair of big, mirrored sunglasses piloted the boat. Another, skinny guy with a big, nappy afro and a video camera was with him in the front, filming as the girls teased the sailors and coyly struck their poses.
Nancy said something else I couldn’t hear and tugged on my sleeve. I nodded and kept watching.
Even as far away as we were from the boat, I recognized Suzie’s wild mane of kinky-curly red hair and T.J.’s tattoos. I didn’t know the guy at the wheel, but there was no mistaking Swan’s stick-like body attached to his huge mound of hair.
The horny sailors on the decks of the ships went ballistic as the speedboat cornered and raced back towards the docks, bouncing across its wake. They reached over the deck rails for the girls, screaming and shouting and throwing dollar bills out into the river.
Swan filmed that too.
“This is disgusting.†I heard Nancy that time, right before she turned around and started pushing back through the crowd. I took a last look at the flyer in my hand, hoping that Desiree got all the business she could handle over the next couple weeks. Either she, or Swan, or somebody had come up with a sweet gimmick. Pull a stunt like this in front of several hundred horny sailors? Wow. She’d be taking reservations for the rest of the festival.
Muscle Guy in the sunglasses shouted something over his shoulder at Swan, who nodded and shouted something back. I could see his afro bobbing in the breeze. And then Muscle Guy banked the boat in a tight curve and roared off.
The sweaty guy next to me pointed at something coming our way, fast, with sirens blaring. “Here come the cops again.â€Â
I watched the harbor patrol cruise by, vainly trying to chase down the speedboat, which was long gone. I crumpled Desiree’s flyer and went off to try and find Nancy. I hoped Desiree had her premiums paid up with the cops.
The crowd booed the end of the entertainment and slowly broke up behind me.
***
I found Nancy primly sitting on the top steps of a granite pedestal. The pedestal was the base of a large brass statue of a sailboat that the local city powers-that-be had commissioned to celebrate our cities’ storied maritime heritage. The statue had cost the city and taxpayers tens of thousands of dollars, and had been pretty spectacular when it was erected a couple years ago. Now, you could barely see the thing behind the wall of graffiti plastered over it.
To curb the ever-continuing vandalism, the very same powers-that-be had the statue fenced in, using more taxpayer money. Unfortunately, whoever installed the posts that secured the chain-link barrier cemented them in less than a foot from the statue itself, and the chain rope that was supposed to keep those spray can wielding taggers at bay was barely waist-high. The taxpayers threw a fit and heads rolled; but the chain stayed, the graffiti got worse, and eventually the city council turned a blind eye to the problem.
So here we were. At least the transients that usually occupied this section of the waterfront and all the used syringes had been cleaned away for the festival.
A pathetic effort, sure. But hey, at least we could sit down and stretch our legs out.
Nancy had finished her bento and was watching me approach with her head cocked to one side. She smiled mischievously at me and sipped her beer.
“Nice view?â€Â
“Yeah.†I plopped down next to her and took a bite of my dinner. “Sure.â€Â
“Men. I just don’t understand the…attraction of a nudie-show.â€Â
“Hormones?†I asked.
“I bet you go to strip clubs, too.†She gave me a long look. How could I answer that? I just shrugged, and after a bit she sighed. “At least you’re honest.â€Â
“Yeah. Cute, too.â€Â
“You should quit while you’re ahead.â€Â
“Well, I am,†I said, talking around a mouthful of chicken and rice. “All the girls say so.â€Â
She finally laughed and gave me a nudge on the arm. “Knock it off.â€Â
“Okay. Don’t believe me.†I washed my food down with a swig of beer. “Don’t take this as me trying to show my morals or anything, but for your information, I don’t like strip clubs.â€Â
She gave me a measured look. “Why?â€Â
“Honestly?†She nodded. “Going to a club…it’s basically an exercise in frustration.â€Â
She raised her eyebrow. “Do tell.â€Â
“Dozens of hot, sexy girls grinding around in front of you, and you can’t touch anything? That’s like sticking a kid in a candy store and telling him he can look, but not eat. There’s no point to it, unless you just get off spending twenty bucks for watery drinks.â€Â
“So…you’d rather have the real thing.â€Â
I gave her a little smile. I’d already stuck my foot in it with this conversation and she hadn’t slapped me or hailed a cab, so I decided it might not hurt to go a little further.
“Wouldn’t you?â€Â
She took a long, slow pull on her bottle. Eventually she grinned at me. I winked and went back to my veggies.
We sat for a bit, basking in the sun. Nancy absently tapped her toes on the steps, in time with the music blaring from the loudspeakers. She was staring straight ahead, with the beer bottle pressed against her slightly parted lips. A million miles away.
I took that as my cue to finish my food. I didn’t want her to drop back into a funk, or think I wasn’t the perfect date. Especially after our conversation about strippers.
“Okay,†I wiped my mouth with a napkin and tossed my garbage in a trash bin. I stood, reached down for her hand and helped Nancy to her feet. “C’mon.â€Â
She tossed her empty bottle away. “Where to?â€Â
“Let’s go listen to some music.â€Â
The sun was drooping on the horizon, sending long shadows over the grassy concourse. With the sun setting, a good chunk of the crowd was leaving, passing us in the opposite direction. We inched our way through, emerging at the upper lip of the concert bowl. The stage was set up facing east, down towards the water, so the sun was at our backs. I didn’t know the act that was playing, just a man on guitar and a woman on vocals.
We probably could’ve edged closer, but we had a good view and we weren’t crowded, so we stayed put. The group was doing some variation of a jazz standard, I could tell that much. A quiet, melody driven piece. The woman had a beautiful voice.
Nancy bumped into me, leaning up against my side, swaying her hips.
I held out my hand and asked if she wanted to dance.
She stared at me for a second or two before taking my hand. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, felt her bury her head in my chest. She mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
“Nancy?†I whispered. “What was that?â€Â
She pulled away. Just a little. “Those girls are wrong. About you being cute.â€Â
I blinked. “I’m sorry…?â€Â
She looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes glistened with tears. “You’re sweet, too.â€Â
I was about to say something stupid, but Nancy shushed me. She pressed tight against me and the next thing I knew, the music was gone and we were the last couple left in the park.
“Hey.â€Â
She looked up. “Hmm?â€Â
“It’s getting late. We should probably head back to the car.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
We strolled the few blocks together, her arm in mine, not really talking. We found the car and I unlocked her door. She brushed by me and slipped inside. A cop drove by, and I waited at the curb until the cruiser passed, suddenly thinking about Nancy’s husband. I got into the car and stuck the key in the ignition.
“Devin?†Nancy put her hand on mine. Her touch was light and lingering, sending an electric jolt up my arm.
I managed a smile. “Mm?â€Â
“Thanks. For asking me out.â€Â
“You’re welcome.â€Â
“I mean it. I wish I didn’t have to go home.â€Â
And there it was. The opening I’d been hoping for.
***
“How do I push the seat back?â€Â
Nancy was twisting around, trying to find the lever that would release her seat. Her back arched and her breasts pushed and strained against the front of her light cotton dress.
“You just reach down and pull the…â€Â
“This thing…?â€Â
“No, down by the door.â€Â
“Here?â€Â
I leaned over to help and one of her breasts brushed my cheek. I felt myself getting aroused. “Right here…†I found the lever and pulled. I heard the quick pop, and her seat rolled in its tracks. “There. Now push back.â€Â
She braced her feet on the floorboard and pushed. When her legs were completely straight, she stopped and sighed happily. “Oh, that’s better.â€Â
“Okay.†I pushed myself off Nancy’s lap and got a nice view of her body as she stretched. I was definitely getting horny. She put her hand to her mouth and tried to stifle a yawn.
“Where are we going?†She asked.
“Let’s keep it a secret.â€Â
She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. “So…can I take off my shoes then?â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
She kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs, settled back in the seat.
“Comfy?â€Â
She nodded sleepily. “Very.â€Â
“Good.â€Â
I opted for the scenic route. The night was clear and the moon was up and almost full, illuminating the forest along the coastal highway. I figured it would be a nice drive. Nancy dozed off as soon as I turned back onto the freeway. So much for conversation. I turned on my stereo for background noise and pointed the VW towards the beach. If nothing else, I could enjoy the scenery.
By the time we got to the beach, my second wind had pretty much worn off. I was feeling the effects of only getting a few hours sleep, and my little catnap before I took Stephanie to work seemed like ages ago. I was getting drowsy enough that I needed to pull over.
I found an all-night market and gas station combo, and pulled in to the gravel parking lot, parked the VW next to a pump. The mullet-haired station attendant peeled himself off a grimy plastic chair and moseyed over as I rolled down my window. He bent over and peered in at me, then at Nancy, still asleep. He had a dirty nametag pinned to his work-shirt that read, ‘Stevie’.
“What can I get fer ya?â€Â
I handed him my credit card. “Fill it with regular?â€Â
“Awright.â€Â
Stevie ran the card, punched some buttons and stuffed the gas nozzle into my tank. The strong smell of fresh gasoline immediately permeated the inside of my car. The smell was so strong I had to roll back the sunroof. Stevie stood quietly on the little island, on the cement curb at the side of the car, holding the nozzle in place and staring through the window at Nancy’s tits. He didn’t move the entire time it took him to fill up the tank, other than to snort like a pig, wrinkle up his face, and honk up wet, green balls of snot and spit them out in the dirt.
The smell of the gas was making me woozy. I think I might have dozed off, because I didn’t quite catch what Stevie said when he started talking. It was like hearing someone speaking underwater.
“Where y’all headed?â€Â
“Huh…†I half turned to see him staring down through the sunroof. “Excuse me?â€Â
He nodded at Nancy. “You an’ your Mom. Where y’all headed this late?â€Â
“We were just out.â€Â
“Oh.†He scratched the side of his nose. “I gotcha. Hey, you want me to level this here off for ya?â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
“Right on.†He was quiet again until the nozzle jumped in his hand and shut off. He pumped the trigger a few times, until the meter read an even twenty-two dollars. He took the nozzle out and slapped my gas cap back on, tore off the receipt and stepped back around to my window. He handed me the receipt and bent over again.
“Hey, uh, this is a little weird, maybe, but I was just wonderin’, is she single?â€Â
He nodded at Nancy. She had her head turned towards us, breathing softly, her chest rising and falling. I still wasn’t thinking clearly. I blinked and pointed at her.
“Nancy?â€Â
“That her name?†Stevie grinned, showing me a couple teeth that weren’t brown and rotting. He was right back, staring at her boobs. “Man. Your momma’s really pretty. You from ‘round here? Maybe you could get me her phone number, or somethin’?â€Â
I turned the engine back on. I wasn’t real comfortable with this conversation, and I really didn’t want to smell Stevie’s funky breath any more.“Sorry, man. I don’t think so.â€Â
He stepped back, a glum look on his greasy face. “That’s too bad, man.â€Â
“Yeah, well.†I turned and winked at him. “You know, she’s not my mom.â€Â
“She’s not?â€Â
I shook my head. “She’s my date.â€Â
I left Stevie alone with his nasty chair and his fantasies and made a sharp turn around the corner, heading for the front of the market. There were only a few other cars in the lot: a dusty old station wagon with fake wood trim, a late model sedan with a dinged fender, and a dirty white pickup with a gun rack and a guy in a filthy, white wife-beater t-shirt, hunched down behind the steering wheel with a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
I continued down to the far end of the parking strip and parked next to an old muscle car that had seen better days. Nancy was still asleep, curled up in a ball in her seat, and I didn’t want to wake her up quite yet. I locked the VW up tight, just in case Stevie-boy got any romantic ideas, and went inside.
Apart from the two clerks – a couple of chubby, dishwater blondes gossiping behind one of the checkout aisles, the only other person in the store (that I could see, anyway) was back by the alcoholic beverages, pulling on a black ski mask.
I froze in my tracks and almost had a heart attack.
He grabbed two cases of cheap beer and ran for the hills. I heard a car door slam. Hooting and hollering drifted back into the store over the roar of an engine and the sound of spinning tires spitting gravel.
The girls never even looked up from painting their fingernails. I wondered if the commotion woke Nancy.
Apparently the beer run was as much of a robbery as was going to happen, and since I probably wasn’t going to get shot at, I started to shop. I bought a package of large marshmallows, some graham crackers and chocolate bars, along with a newspaper and a small can of lighter fluid. I picked up a bundle of firewood and I even found a bottle of wine, a nice Merlot to go with the chocolate. I bought a bag of ice and a small mop bucket, and then found an aisle with the condoms – just in case.
On the spur of the moment, I grabbed a few packages of women’s nylon stockings. I couldn’t really tell you why. But I threw them in my cart with everything else.
The two clerks broke up their tête-à-tête when I dumped the contents of my cart out in front of the register. The older, more haggard of the pair reluctantly rang me up, talking the entire time about what a good-for-nothin’ scammer Billy Ray was.
“Could I have separate bags for that stuff?†I pointed to the lighter fluid and the stockings.
“’Kay.â€Â
I nodded at a display case full of pocket knives behind her. “And I’d like one of those, too.â€Â
“Why, sure, hon.†The woman grunted and shook out a plastic bag. She made a point of shoving the items into the bag as hard as she could. She fingered through a large key ring and unlocked the case, and handed me the knife I’d pointed out. The other girl glared at me and then went back to more important things, like smacking her gum and blowing her nails dry. I guess it was bad manners for me to interrupt while they were busy. I wondered how long it took her to trowel on her makeup.
“That’ll be forty-two seventy-five, hon.â€Â
“Wow,†I said, and pulled out my wallet.
The woman fussed with her hair. “Yawp. Sure is expensive these days.â€Â
Feeling like I’d been scammed, I paid and wheeled my wobbly cart back out to the VW. I suppose they needed to break even somehow, with all the beer they lost. The pickup was gone, but Nancy was still curled up in a ball, her hand tucked under her chin. Apparently she’d missed all the commotion.
I unlocked my trunk and loaded it up. When I slammed it shut, Nancy stirred and stretched like a cat. I got another nice view of her tits while she had her arms in the air, and smiled. I left the cart on the walkway and unlocked the car.
As I pulled back onto the highway, Nancy turned sideways in her seat and yawned. Her bangs dropped across her forehead, fell into her eyes. She absently pushed them away and smiled sleepily. “Are we there, yet?â€Â
“Pretty close.â€Â
After another twenty minutes or so we finally saw the ocean. The moon was still out, hanging like a giant saucer suspended over the water.
“We’re at the beach?â€Â
“Mm.â€Â
I quietly rolled back the sunroof to let the scent of the salt water in. We came to some sharp curves, with nothing but a flimsy guardrail separating us from a steep cliff. I grabbed the gearshift and downshifted, slowing the VW. Nancy reached over, took my hand and squeezed. A warm tingle ran through me, settling down in my crotch. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath.
She let it out slowly and looked back over edge of the cliff, down at the rolling waves. “I love the ocean. I love the way it sounds. And smells. Everything.â€Â
I smiled. We drove the curves, winding our way back down into the forest, and lost the moonlight. I knew we were close to where I wanted to go, but I had to squint, hunting for a landmark.
We passed an old a-frame style cabin set back off the road, and I slowed down even more around the next curve, or I knew I’d miss the turnoff.
“Here we are.†I signaled, even though there weren’t any other cars around for miles, and turned off the highway.
The drive was an old logging trail, overgrown and rutted. The car bounced along the road and low branches smacked the windshield as I did my best to not flip the car. Some friends of mine had discovered this little deserted spot my junior year of high school. We used to come here every summer, but I hadn’t been here in years.
The road opened into a small clearing, and I parked and turned off the car.
We sat, listening to the whirr of the engine as it cooled off. We could hear the ocean, the waves roaring off in the distance. I shut off the headlights, plunging us into darkness.
I patted Nancy’s knee and opened my door. “Come on. Let’s get out and stretch a bit.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
I walked around to her door and helped her out. We were parked on a small bluff overlooking the beach. I took her hand and we slid down the small dune, bounding into the soft sand at the bottom like we were kids.
The beach was quiet, except for the rumble of the ocean and the soft crashing of the breaking waves. The moon was obscured, hidden behind the forest pines, so it was dark enough to see thousands of twinkling stars. Nancy looked up and smiled.
“Devin…â€Â
I looked at her.
“Thank you.â€Â
“You’re welcome.â€Â
She bit her lip and squeezed my hand.
“Want to go for a walk?â€Â
Nancy slipped her arm through mine and we slogged through the soft, powdery sand to the harder pack at the water’s edge. We walked together for a while, not saying much, just enjoying the moment. She shivered a little, and snuggled up next to me. I felt the breeze pick up, and she shivered again.
“Cold?â€Â
“A little.â€Â
“Do you want to go back to the car?â€Â
She sighed. “Not really. I kind of like being right here.â€Â
That warm, fuzzy feeling jumped around in my gut. We walked the length of the cove, and then I led her back the way we came. When we reached the clearing, I guided her over to a pile of driftwood scattered among the dunes.
“Wait here a minute?â€Â
She nodded and wrapped her arms around her chest. I ran back up to the car and opened my trunk. I grabbed some blankets that I’d brought along, the newspaper and the firewood. I carried everything back to Nancy and dropped most of my load into the sand.
“What’s all this stuff?â€Â
“Hang on a minute.†I snapped open one of the blankets and spread it out. “Our night isn’t quite finished yet.†I took her hand and smiled. “Here. Have a seat.â€Â
She was staring at me strangely, but sat down on the blanket. I wrapped another around her shoulders, and dug out a small depression in the sand. I filled the hole with newspaper and pieces of kindling from the wood, then covered that with the larger logs.
“Okay.†I squirted a little lighter fluid onto the wood. I rolled up another chunk of newspaper and lit it with the lighter. “Let’s see if my week in scouts taught me anything.â€Â
Nancy was still staring at me. I carefully dabbed at the crumpled newspaper with the makeshift match. The lighter fluid caught, and tendrils of bluish-orange flame spurted up my tent of wood. Nothing blew up. I still had my eyebrows and my fingers. Looking good so far. I turned to Nancy. “That’s a good start. I’ll be right back.â€Â
I jogged back up to the car and fished out the grocery bags. I sat those on the ground and pulled out the bucket and checked to make sure the bottle of wine I’d covered with ice was still intact.
Once, again, everything looked good.
I shut the trunk, snapped my fingers – forgot something – popped the latch again. I opened open a pack of condoms and shoved some into my pocket, then shoved the rest back in the bag with the nylons and dropped the bag in the trunk.
“All right.†I took a deep breath to calm myself down, counted to three and went off to woo my date.
***
Nancy was staring into the fire when I returned. I set the bucket down. She looked at it and smiled up at me as I dropped onto the blanket next to her.
“What’s this?â€Â
“You’ll see.â€Â
On my way back to the cul-de-sac I’d picked up a couple long sticks. I took my new pocket knife and whittled until each stick until it was sharp at one end. I handed one to Nancy and put my knife back in my pocket, then I opened the grocery bag and laid our dessert out in front of us. Nancy was holding her stick loosely in one hand while she clasped the blanket around her body with the other, looking confused.
I ripped open the marshmallows and skewered one on the point of her stick. She looked at me blankly.
“What?†I asked.
She waved at the white blob. “What…what do I do with this?â€Â
“You’re kidding, right?â€Â
She shrugged.
“You’ve never made s’mores?â€Â
She shook her head.
“Okay. Hold on…â€Â
I rustled around unwrapped a bar of chocolate and opened the box of graham crackers. Then I grabbed her stick.
“Here.â€Â
I held the stick at the base of the fire, down by the coals, until the marshmallow burned a golden brown, and handed it back to Nancy. I opened a package of crackers and broke one in half, then I layered the cracker with a chunk of the chocolate and carefully pulled the warm, goopy marshmallow off the stick. I plopped that on the chocolate and squeezed the other half of the graham cracker on top, making a little, gooey sandwich.
I held the melting, dripping mess in front of Nancy’s lips.
“Here.â€Â
She gave me the strangest look.
“C’mon. Take a bite.â€Â
Nancy licked her lips, opened her mouth and chomped down. She chewed quietly for a second, swallowed.
“Well…?â€Â
Her eyes flickered closed, and she growled deep in her throat. When she opened her eyes, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her mouth.
“Give me the rest of that.â€Â
I lifted the rest of her treat up above her head, made her work for the chocolaty goodness. She snapped at it like a starving puppy, stopped just short of biting and licking my fingers.
“Good, huh?â€Â
“That’s…sinful. What are they called?â€Â
I laughed. “S’mores. I can’t believe you’ve never had them before.†I handed her the stick, another marshmallow impaled on the tip. “Here. Your turn. You can make me one.â€Â
While she toasted her marshmallow, I broke out a pair of clear plastic cups and popped open the wine. I poured us each a cup. Her marshmallow caught on fire, and she jerked it back.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I…â€Â
I grabbed the end of the stick. “It’s okay, I like mine a little burnt. Just blow it out.â€Â
She puffed and the flame disappeared, leaving behind a scorched, bubbling blob. I took two pieces of cracker and pinched it off, leaving a sticky white mass on the end of the toasting stick.
“Can I make it?â€Â
I pushed the chocolate to her side of the blanket, then reached across her lap and anchored a glass of wine in the sand so it wouldn’t spill. I leaned back on my elbows and crossed my feet, took a sip of wine, relaxing while she built my s’more. I swished the drink around in my mouth, swallowed. I don’t really like wine, but this was tasty.
“Here…â€Â
She fed me. She had chocolate melted all over her fingers, and she held the little treat until it was gone. Then she licked the chocolate off her fingers, looking me in the eye the entire time. It was the strangest most intimate thing I’d experienced in a long time.
She tried her wine. “Mm. Yummy.†She pronounced.
My crotch perked up again, and I took another sip from my cup. I tasted plums. The wine seemed to go pretty well with the chocolate, I thought. The benefit of a wine tasting trip with Desiree and Linda in France a year before. Nancy was already burning another marshmallow. She did a little better this time, only destroyed half.
I stretched out on the blanket, holding my cup on my belly, staring up at the night sky. Nancy made another s’more, then she leaned back on her elbow and pressed it to my lips.
“For you.â€Â
I ate it slowly. She giggled.
“What?â€Â
“Nothing.â€Â
“No, what? Tell me.â€Â
“It’s silly.â€Â
I waited. She took a drink.
“I just felt like…like a slave girl. You know. Feeding her master.â€Â
My dick was suddenly trying to rip out of my pants. It was bent at a really uncomfortable angle. I opened my mouth to say…something. Shut it again. She took another drink and turned her head away.
“Nancy, I…â€Â
“Shh.†Another gulp, then she turned to me. “You know I’m married?â€Â
“Uh-huh,†I replied slowly. “I do.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
Nancy nodded. It was as if she was giving me the go-ahead on a major project, like we were going to be building a new dam or a skyscraper, and she was my foreman, making sure our plans were in order. Then she drank down the rest of her wine in a huge gulp and tossed the cup into the sand. She leaned back on her elbow and hooked a leg over mine.
“Let’s move this so it doesn’t spill.â€Â
She lifted my cup from my hands, buried in the sand next to me. Her heavy breasts grazed my chest, and then she was sliding on top of me. I felt her weight settle on me, and she took my face in her soft hands. She bent and kissed me. I twitched, grinding my crotch into hers. Her warmth burned through my pants, and she growled again, gently pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do. My eyes popped open and I flailed my hands around aimlessly until some instinct made me wrap my arms around her waist. She was moving slowly, rubbing her body against me, gently kissing, probing my mouth with her tongue. As I slowly relaxed, I felt her getting hotter and hotter, until she pushed away and sat up.
“Okay…†she whispered the word to herself, like she needed to have permission. Her eyes were glazed, the lids flickering, half-closed. “Okay…â€Â
She scooted down further on my legs, raking her nails down my chest. I twitched again, and she was yanking open my belt, popping the buttons to my pants.
“Nancy, I…â€Â
She didn’t stop, just hissed. She pulled my cock out of my underpants and began stroking me. “It’s…so hard…â€Â
And then she went down on me. Swallowed me down to the hilt in a gulp. She kept me in her mouth and tugged at my clothes. I lifted my hips as much as I could, and she got them down around my knees. Then she went to work. She straddled my legs and ground her pussy on my thighs while she gave me head. I was all ready to come, just that fast.
She must have known, because she stopped sucking me. Her lips came off the head of my dick with a wet slurp. She pulled the hem of her skirt up around her waist with one hand and kept stroking me with the other. She groped at her underpants, and suddenly I heard the sound of material ripping.
I was squeezing her waist with my hands, digging my fingers into her soft belly. I was so horny, I thought I was going to explode. “Nancy…â€Â
She ignored me and inched up my body, until my cock was pinned underneath her. She eased down slowly, guiding me with her hand. When her pussy closed around me I closed my eyes and laid my head back.
She pushed my t-shirt up, rolling it over my chest.
I let her peel it off. She tossed the shirt away, and then I was unbuttoning the top of her dress, pulling it down over her shoulders until it was bunched around her waist.
I pulled the straps of her bra down and took her breasts into my hands. She bent and kissed me frantically, moaning deep in her throat, touching and caressing me until I couldn’t wait anymore. I grabbed her ass in my hands and squeezed, feeling my orgasm building. It seemed to start in my toes, working its way up until my entire body was stiff and rigid. I heard Nancy cry out and felt her stiff nipples graze my chest, and then I was coming.
I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t move. All I could do was hold on and let her ride me, until every ounce of my energy flooded away in one final shudder. She was still on top of me, riding me, grinding her pelvis into mine and digging her sharp fingernails into my shoulders, when the last few days finally caught up with me.
My eyelids were already drooping, heavy as lead. I was already drifting away to sleep. Nancy bucked a last time, then she stiffened and cried out, moaning her husbands’ name. She collapsed on me and began to sob uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her, whispering that everything was fine, that she was okay.
And then I zonked out.
***
The sun was up, and I was stretched out flat on my back when Nancy woke me. I don’t think I’d moved all night. I blinked open my eyes to find her cuddled next to me on the blanket, naked, stroking my cock. She had my dick hard already. I was pointed up at the sky, and she was lightly running the tips of her fingers up and down the underside of my shaft.
“Hi,†I mumbled. I wondered how bad my breath smelled.
“Hi.†She smiled and kissed me softly on the mouth, then stopped and pillowed her chin on my chest. She never stopped playing with me. “You fell asleep.â€Â
I felt myself blush. “I was a little tired, I guess. Did you get any sleep?â€Â
“Mm. A bit.†She kissed my chest. “Thank you.â€Â
“For…what?â€Â
“Last night.â€Â
I laughed. “I don’t know that you should be thanking me for last night.â€Â
“I came to a decision about something last night after you fell asleep. Something that’s been affecting me for a long time.â€Â
“What’s that?â€Â
“It’s time for me to start fresh.†Nancy bit her lip. “I’m going to leave my husband.â€Â
I was shocked. “Oh. I…ah…â€Â
“Don’t look so worried. It’s something…I’ve been thinking about for a long time.†She smiled sadly. “Did you know today’s our anniversary?â€Â
I shook my head. Nancy took a long, deep breath, and let it back out slowly.
“I always thought that when two people met and fell and love and got married...I always thought that meant forever, you know? But then I found out Dan was having an affair. With a friend of mine. And it turns out, she’s not the only one. I should be upset, or more than I am, anyway. But I knew. I could tell. Its like I’m waiting around for him to admit it to me, even though I know he won’t. I’ve just been kind of drifting around. And now…I guess, now I feel like everything I grew up believing isn’t…real.â€Â
Nancy drifted off, staring out at the water. She was quiet for a moment, but kept gently rubbing me, keeping me hard. The whole conversation was getting a little surreal, but there was something I wanted to know.
“So, last night....†I cleared my throat. “Did you come with me to…get back at him? Or…â€Â
“Oh. No.†She smiled and gave me a light squeeze. I felt my dick throb in her hand. “Devin, I like you. You’ve been so nice to me…and…I thought that maybe you liked me too.â€Â
“I do, I mean…Nancy, I’m sorry about…â€Â
She shushed me. “I’m sorry, too. For crying last night, especially. You didn’t need that.â€Â
“No, it’s not. This isn’t either, probably. But I just don’t care anymore.â€Â
I didn’t know what to say to that. I was having a hard time concentrating anyway, so I stayed quiet. She looked me right in the eye and inched closer.
“Devin, I want you to kiss me.â€Â
Nancy pursed her lips, and her eyes flickered shut. Our kiss was gentle, almost tentative, especially after the mauling she gave me last night. When we parted for a breath, she rolled onto her back. She spread her legs and pulled me on top of her.
She was sopping wet. She pulled me closer with her legs, and then we were joined again. This time was slower, gentler. She touched me everywhere, exploring. I was rested enough to have a little more stamina, thank god, because we didn’t decide to leave our private beach until the sun was getting low on the horizon.
We didn’t see another soul the rest of the day, except for a few noisy seagulls. We spent the morning playing. Cuddling, talking, swimming. Walking on the beach. Making love. Until finally, late into the afternoon, we were spent.
And starving.
Ahem. In my zeal to get into Nancy’s pants the night before, somehow I’d neglected to bring or buy any real food. My stomach started complaining loudly during our last round of lovemaking. Nancy laughed while it gurgled.
“How would you like to go get some dinner?â€Â
She held up her rumpled dress. “I don’t think I want to go anywhere in this.â€Â
We were both naked and the breeze had turned chilly, so we were hunting for our clothes. I found my shirt in a tangle of sharp, pokey bleached-white branches. I had no idea where my underwear was. I bent over and tried to pick it out without tearing it.
“You could just wear what you’ve got on.â€Â
“Would you like that?†I snuck a look over my shoulder. Nancy was staring at my butt, smiling.
“You bet.â€Â
“I don’t think anybody else would.†She patted her soft tummy. “I’m not really sure why you seem too fancy this old body either.â€Â
“You look great.†I shrugged. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.â€Â
“You’re sweet.â€Â
“You keep saying that. You don’t know me very well, apparently.â€Â
She gave me a look. “What does that mean?â€Â
I gave her a mysterious eyebrow wiggle. I rolled a log out of my way, and my shirt came free. It was filthy, and had a big rip up the side from Nancy yanking on it. I sighed. I liked that shirt. Nancy was slipping into her panties.
She sighed, took a long look around. “I don’t want to go home yet.â€Â
I turned my shirt inside-out and pulled it on. Except for the tear, it looked a little better. “We could stay another night. There’s a bunch of outlet stores in town. We could hit a store, get enough stuff to last a couple days, rent a hotel room, clean up, get some dinner. How about it?â€Â
“Really?†She was staring at me with her bra halfway on. “What about your work?â€Â
“I took a few days off. I don’t have to be anywhere.â€Â
She thought about it. “Well…okay.â€Â
“Good. I have a couple conditions, though.†I walked over and helped button the front of her dress.
“Conditions…?â€Â
“Mm-hm.†I nodded. “You let me pick out your clothes, for one. Everything I’d like to see you wear.â€Â
She blushed. “What?â€Â
“That’s number one.â€Â
“What’s number two?†She asked.
I finished buttoning her up. A couple of the top buttons were missing. I guess they had popped off after I tore her dress open last night. Now her collar flopped open, all the way down to her chest. I ran my finger down her cleavage and she shivered. “After we eat, I get to take you back to the hotel room and take off those clothes…â€Â
She put her hands on my shoulders. I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her close, smashing her breasts into my chest. She looked up at me with a naughty little grin.
“And then…?â€Â
“And then I tie you to the bed, and prove to you that I’m not the nice guy you think I am…â€Â
***
It was early Tuesday morning when I dropped Nancy back at her house. She was wearing a dark, fitted suit with a pale cream blouse, and a matching skirt, stockings and high-heels. Light bruises circled her wrists and ankles from where she’d been bound for the last day or so. I was in my jeans and a new t-shirt, and I was exhausted.
I hoped she was too.
We kissed for a moment and said our goodbyes. She opened the door, stepped out and took a shopping back from my backseat.
“I’ll call you later?â€Â
She closed the door and leaned in through the open window. “That would be nice.â€Â
We kissed again. When we parted she smiled happily. I waited until she opened her front door, and then I drove off. By the time she disappeared into her house, I had other things on my mind. During the weekend, she’d made a decision that would affect her life.
So had I.
I didn’t notice the car parked in her driveway – a car that wasn’t supposed to be there.
***
Nancy unlocked her front door and waved as Devin drove off. When she couldn’t see his car any longer she stepped into her house and set her bag on the floor of the foyer.
She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and sighed, feeling her age for the first time for the last few days. She was sore and tired, but she also felt deliciously…satiated.
She kicked off her shoes and rubbed the soles of her feet.
God, those things were uncomfortable. She definitely wasn’t used to wearing high heels anymore. She had to admit, though, she looked pretty good in the clothes Devin had bought for her. He sure thought so, anyway. That’s really what mattered.
She smiled at her reflection in the hall mirror, smoothed her skirt over her hips, made a little turn. She cupped her breasts and gave them a little bounce, grinned.
Then she saw Dan. He’d come from the living room, and was leaning against the doorframe, dressed in a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. Wiry grey chest hair poked out of the collar of his shirt. His upper lip twitched. Nancy knew he’d been watching her, ever since she stepped out of Devin’s car. Probably before.
He took a slug from a can of beer in his hand, gulping the beer down. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and grinned. “Hi honey. I’m home.â€Â
He crushed the can and dropped it into her shopping bag. Then he advanced into the foyer, wobbling slightly. He stopped bare inches away from Nancy, glaring down at her with hollow, bloodshot eyes. Dan wasn’t a particularly tall man, certainly not nearly as big or muscular as Devin. But he possessed a quality that made him seem massive; as if he towered over her. It was a trait that had served him in good stead during his tenure as a police officer, and as an army drill sergeant before that.
Her good mood evaporated in a heartbeat.
“Dan…â€Â
“So…where have you been? Huh? Since Saturday?â€Â
Nancy felt herself blush; a slow burn that spread across her face and down her neck.
“I…â€Â
“Out with the girls? That’s what your friend next door told me. I think she thinks I’m stupid. Whoever I just saw you with didn’t look like he had tits to me.â€Â
Nancy tried to back away. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, sour and disgusting, and a pit opened in her stomach. She knew how her husband could get if he’d been drinking. He forgot things sometimes. Little blackouts. And if he thought she was lying to him…
“I told you before you left. Remember?†She put her hands up, to keep some sort of boundary between them. “I told you who…â€Â
“This is nice. New?†He fingered the lapel of her suit jacket, then grabbed her breast and squeezed hard. “Looks expensive. You buy it?â€Â
Nancy moaned and batted ineffectually at his hand. “No. Dan, I…â€Â
“Yeah. I didn’t think so.â€Â
Nancy stumbled backwards. Dan stayed with her, not letting her move out of his reach. She bumped into the wall, and he grabbed her neck with a big, meaty hand, pinned her against the wall with his body. He was hurting her. She slapped at him.
“Dan! Let me go!â€Â
He sneered and easily caught her hands. He shoved them over her head and shoved his leg between her thighs. He leaned down and tried to kiss her. Nancy turned her head and cried out as he roughly bit at her neck.
Nancy writhed against her husband. Her crotch rubbed up and down his leg.
“Did you fuck him like you wanted to?†He was chewing her ear, whispering, his voice low and hoarse. “Did he come in you, baby?â€Â
“Yesss…†She hissed.
“Did you suck him…?â€Â
Dan was hard, shoving his pelvis forward, grinding himself into her. Nancy closed her eyes, and a flood of moisture dribbled down the inside of her legs. Her chest heaved.
“Yes…â€Â
Dan reached down and felt her pussy. He dug his fingers into her sopping cunt.
“You liked it too, didn’t you, you fucking whore. I bet you liked when he came in your mouth…â€Â
Nancy began to tremble, her body shivering uncontrollably. The first waves of an intense orgasm began to overwhelm her as Dan ripped her skirt up. His hot, panting mouth found hers, and Nancy wrapped her legs around his ass.
“Fuck me baby,†she begged. “C’mon, fuck your mommy…â€Â
“That’s right, you cunt, I’ll fuck you, you goddamn whore…I’ll fuck you like you wanted him to, that dickless little shit…â€Â
His hand left her pussy and he shoved his cock inside her with one, hard thrust. They fell to the floor together. Dan pinned her wrists to the polished oak and rammed his cock into her again, spitting into her face. Nancy gasped as he fell on her, crushing the breath out of her.
She panted in his ear. “Come on baby, fuck your momma, fuck momma…â€Â
Dan pounded her, grunting with each thrust. Sweat beaded his forehead, soaked the armpits of his t-shirt, and dripped onto her blouse, wetting it with dark spots.
And then she was coming, a gut-wrenching orgasm that curled her toes and shook her whole body. Her orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed, “Oh, God! Yes, baby!
Nancy clung to her husband, letting him ride her, feeling another orgasm building already. Dan was pounding her, slamming himself into her cunt. The veins in his face and neck bulged. Her bruised wrists throbbed with pain. And then he came, swift and hard, his entire body stiff and taught.
Then he collapsed on her, crying like a child, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, swearing he was going to go kill the little punk that tried to take her from him.
Nancy held him and smiled.
She loved this game.
***
After I dropped Nancy off, I drove straight to the video store.
There were only two other cars in the lot when I got there. A shiny new VW Jetta full of teenage girls was idling at the curb. Trisha (Stephanie’s friend, my ex-employee) was at the wheel. A dingy, shit-brown Toyota was crookedly parked in the handicapped spot. Not only was it taking up two spots, the Toyota didn’t have a disabled permit.
I pulled in a few spots over from the Jetta and killed the engine. Trisha waved at me. All the other girls giggled and poked each other and blew me kisses. I didn’t know any of them, but I waved and blew kisses right back. It made them giggle even more.
Lindsay was at the counter, checking out a pile of movies to Stephanie. Stephanie blushed when she saw me, but they both smiled and waved when I pushed open the door. I stepped behind the counter and picked up the phone. I glanced around; automatically checking to make sure everything was in order.
I noticed the security cameras weren’t turned on. I pointed at the monitor hidden under the counter, at the blank screen, and wagged my finger back and forth. That was a big no-no. Lindsay frowned at me, but she nodded and mouthed, okay.
“Hey, you two.â€Â
“Hey boss-man.†Lindsay glanced over at me, raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect to see you for a couple more days…?â€Â
She let the question drift.
“I guess so.†I nodded over my shoulder at the Toyota. I raised my eyebrow for emphasis. “By the way, I also noticed that you parked in the handicapped spot again.â€Â
She stuck out her tongue.
“We’ve talked about that.â€Â
“But…â€Â
I kept quiet and gave her my best mean, evil manager look. Stephanie giggled.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll move it.â€Â
“Thank you.†I pushed the button for the corporate office on the phone’s speed dial and crooked the phone between my neck and shoulder. I bumped my hip against the counter and waited with my arms crossed while the receiver beeped in my ear. Stephanie and Lindsay turned to each other and shrugged. Lindsay finished scanning Stephanie’s movies through the computer. The receipt was printing by the time our office manager, Mary, picked up the other line.
Lindsay made faces at me, trying to get me to laugh. I ignored her while Mary blurted out the company’s required phone answering spiel. I had to give her credit; she had the speech down verbatim. I thought she could’ve slowed it down a little, though. If I hadn’t had to memorize it myself, I wouldn’t have understood a word she’d said. Mary didn’t have the most dynamic personality anyway; the end effect was something like listening to the adults speaking in a Peanuts cartoon.
That little comment provoked complete, stunned silence. On the phone and in the store. Lindsay stopped making faces. Stephanie looked like I’d pimp-slapped her.
“I decided that I need to just off my butt and go back and finish school.†Blah-blah-blah. “Yeah. Well, I’ve got an opportunity to start making movies, too. So I’m going to be leaving...â€Â
There were a whole lot of loud blah-blahs that time. I held the receiver away from my ear until the ruckus on the other end subsided. Lindsay and Stephanie were frozen at the counter, staring at me with their mouths open.
“Yeah. Actually, I do. There’s someone standing right here that I think would do a great job.†More blah-blahs drifted from the phone. I smiled at Lindsay. “Yep, that’s her. You should talk to her about it.â€Â
Blah. Blah, blah.
“Okay. I’ll email you a written notice on Monday. Perfect. Yeah. Two weeks from then. Great. Thanks Mary. Bye.â€Â
I hung up. It took about two seconds for the girls to realize what I’d done. They looked at each other, then at me, and then they both started talking at once. Lindsay wagged her finger at me.
“You can’t quit!â€Â
“I just did.â€Â
“But…but…†She stammered.
“And I just recommended that you take over my job. Mary’s going to call you next week. You should be manager at the end of the month.â€Â
“But…â€Â
“And then you can park wherever the hell you want to.â€Â
Lindsay balled her hands into little fists and planted them on her hips. She gave me a last glare. I made a face back at her and she grinned. “Well. Okay then.â€Â
Stephanie looked lost. She also looked very cute, standing there in her tight little t-shirt and her tight little shorts, holding her bag of movies. Outside, the girl’s in the Jetta were getting impatient. Trisha honked the horn. I grinned and waved.
“I think they want to go, Steph. Hey, Lindsay, let everybody know we’ll have a staff meeting Saturday morning at eight, and I’ll let everyone know what’s up.â€Â
She started to say something else, but I was already out the door.
***
A couple weeks later, Nancy called and left a message on my cell phone, asking if we could get together. I called her back on her cell and said sure. And that Friday night we met downtown for dinner. She looked great again, dressed in a light skirt and a low cut top. She gave me a peck on the cheek and rubbed her boobs on my arm.
I spent most of dinner trying to not stare at her tits.
Afterwards, I walked her to my car. She’d snuck away from home and taken a cab downtown, and was wondering what I had planned for us this weekend.
“You’ll see,†I said, and drove us to Desiree’s club.
The club was smack-dab in the middle of downtown, and, surprisingly (knowing Desiree and her penchant for the flamboyant), the exterior of the building was a boring, drab slate, with a tiny neon sign with the club’s name mounted above the doors.
Generally, the businesses surrounding the club were closed by the time any of her clients were getting ready to party, and as much as anything, the club’s bland façade was a small concession from her to the city and the neighboring businesses. It helped keep the complaints to a bare minimum. During the festival, she’d stayed open around the clock for the sailors’ enjoyment. Tonight the club was quiet, reserved for a private party.
Swan and I were making a movie.
To ensure we didn’t get bothered, two big, burly gay guys in leather riding gear manned the outer doors, and two even larger bull-dykes policed the lobby. They all knew me, and by the time we walked up the steps, Desiree was there to meet us. She squealed and clapped her hands and jumped up and down, making her tits bounce. She was dressed subtly tonight, for her, anyway; practically naked except for a black, studded thong and a matching bra, and she seemed about seven feet tall in her leather, spike-heeled boots.
Desiree flipped her long, straight pony-tail over a muscular shoulder and kissed me lightly on the lips. She’d recently dyed her hair a shade of purple so dark it almost looked black until the light hit it just right.
I introduced Nancy, and then Desiree whisked us inside.
The interior of the club was more suited to her personality. Nancy stared open-mouthed. She didn’t seem to notice the threatening looks that the lesbian storm-troopers gave her.
Desiree took Nancy by the arm. “Would you like a quick tour?†she asked, and led her away, chattering up a storm. Nancy followed a half-step behind, a confused look on her face. I stayed put.
“See you in a bit,†I said, both to Nancy and the stormtoopers. One of the pair, the big blonde one who I think was named Helga, flipped me off.
Once they disappeared it was my turn. The men’s locker room was the opposite direction. Swan was waiting for me when I pushed open the door. He was naked except for a jockstrap. I could make out every bone in his scrawny body.
“Jesus, man. Put on some clothes.’
“S’up, Dev?†He grinned.
We high-fived. The dressing room was large enough to hold several hundred lockers, lined against the walls, like at a gym. A good chunk of them were full. Swan had saved me a locker next to his. I sat down on a wood bench and started to strip.
“Everything ready?†I asked.
“Hell, yeah.†He took two rubber Halloween masks out of the locker. “How was dinner?â€Â
“Tasty.†I folded my pants, stuffed them in the locker.
“So…she came?â€Â
I nodded and pulled off my shirt.
“How’d you get her here?â€Â
I grinned and shrugged. “I told her we were making a movie.â€Â
“Yeah? Okay.†He handed me one of the masks. “Except, I hear a ‘but’ in there, somewhere…â€Â
“Well, I didn’t tell her everything. It’d spoil the surprise.â€Â
He pulled his mask over his head. It was a clown mask, with a fringe of tangled red hair, and a garish, leering smile that was painted on the latex under a huge, long nose that stuck out like a skinny phallus. The thing barely fit over Swan’s afro, and it puffed out like a balloon when he finally got in on. Mine was the same, except the wig’s hair color was a dirty gray. And it fit.
“All right.†Swan said. “Let’s go make a movie.â€Â
***
The day after I got back to work, Nancy’s husband came to pay me a visit. Swan was at the store too. We were discussing my retirement. He was in the restroom taking a piss when Dan walked through the door and called me a cock-sucking asshole scumbag.
I think I laughed at him.
I knew who he was, so at first I assumed he was just there for some payback, a little ‘warn off the guy who seduced my wife’ sort of thing. So I grabbed the mace from under the counter – just to be safe – and tried to calm him the fuck down.
But then he pulled a big-ass hunting knife and took a swing at me.
He almost got me. The blade whizzed by about an inch from my nose. But he was short and didn’t have a long reach, even with the foot-long knife. The counter gave me enough space to keep my good looks.
He tried to come around the side of the counter. I stepped backwards and maced him right in the face.
The previous manager had bought the mace before she left, and the canister had been sitting around under the counter forever. I’d thought about throwing it away, but had never gotten around to it. Could mace spoil? I didn’t know. What I did know, or what the other manager had told me, was that the stuff was guaranteed to bring down a grizzly bear at fifty yards.
I don’t think I’d want to try it with a grizzly bear. But spoiled or not, it did the trick.
Dan screamed and dropped the knife. He fell onto his knees and started clawing at his burning eyeballs. Swan jumped out of the restroom with his fly still open to see what was going on.
Stupidly, I stepped around the counter to try and help Dan, who was scrabbling around on his hands and knees on the tile floor, screaming incoherently at me with tears running down his face and snot streaming from his nose. His groping fingers grabbed the knife again, and he swung it blindly, shouting obscenities the whole time. I kicked the knife out of his hand. Swan jumped on him from behind and pinned him to the floor.
Dan kept fighting until Swan twisted his arm around and bent it up at a bad angle behind his back. That might have been enough to hold him until I called the cops, but then Swan grabbed Dan’s hair and pounded his face into the floor.
I heard a sharp crack as Dan’s nose shattered, and then gouts of blood joined the pool of snot I was going to have to mop up. He kept fighting, so Swan pounded his face again.
That was when Dan stopped screaming and started whimpering, telling us all sorts of crazy, whacked out stories. By the time he stopped talking, I knew how he and Nancy had set me up. It was all some sort of sick, fucked up sex game to them. And he’d come to fuck me up good, all right. That was how it worked. Nancy seduced some poor sap, and afterwards Dan would go and scare the piss out of him.
It turned them on.
Swan asked me what I wanted to do. I thought about it. I thought about Nancy, and our weekend together. What she’d told me. I picked up the knife and played with it. After a bit I got an idea.
Dan didn’t seem to like it. So I yanked his head back and pricked his eyelid with the tip. He shook his head. So I peeled his eyelid back, exposing his eyeball, and showed him the knife. His bladder failed, and a puddle of warm urine joined the rest of the mess. He struggled, but Swan had all the leverage he needed to keep Dan relatively still. I made a nice, shallow cut along his bottom lid, following the curve of his eye. He cried out. Blood welled up and dripped from the cut like a crimson tear.
It didn’t take long for him to come around.
We sent Dan home a little bloody, with a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder, and a warning.
When he left, I was shaking. I was still freaked out when, later that evening, I dropped the knife down a storm drain.
You never know what you’re capable of…
***
I wasn’t at all sure Dan would follow the plan. I half expected some of his cop buddies to show up on my doorstep, and somebody would be picking me out of the river a few days later. But that didn’t happen.
Then Nancy called to tell me he’d left her…
Everything hinged on that one, little thing. I don’t know what he said to her to get her to call, but here we were. Another night out on the town, with Nancy feeding me a new sob story about her cheating husband.
In hindsight, the act seemed a little more genuine this time.
Swan thought my idea would work, but we needed somebody’s help.
***
Desiree watched the flabby sow-cow, wondering what the hell Devin had ever seen in her. That boy had some strange kinks. Old wrinkly bitch, she thought. Fuck with my baby…
She kept her thousand-watt smile plastered on her face and dragged the cunt to the dressing rooms.
“Here we are, honey.†She pointed and gave the cow a nudge. “Right through those doors.â€Â
“Is that where they’re making the movie?â€Â
“That’s it. Everybody’s waiting for you.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
Desiree wrapped her arms under her breasts and gave the woman a last once-over.
“Honey, you sure you want to do this?â€Â
Nancy shrugged. “Sure…why not?â€Â
“Well, you know what they say.â€Â
Nancy looked back, her hand on the door handle. “What?â€Â
“Honey…†Desiree looked at Nancy’s gut and grinned, showing her perfect, white teeth. “Film adds a good ten pounds…â€Â
***
Nancy shook her head, thinking, what a fucking bitch....
“Aren’t you coming?â€Â
The he-she shook her head. “This is as far as I go, honey. Have fun.â€Â
She pushed open the locker room door and was halfway through when Desiree called back to her
“Honey? A bit of advice…?â€Â
She peeked back into the locker room. “What?â€Â
“It’ll be better if you relax in there. Go with the flow.†Then she turned and was gone in two long strides.
Nancy scowled and walked down a dimly-lit hallway. A thin crack of bright light shown through a space between a pair of metal doors at the far end. She wondered where the hell Devin was. Nancy pushed on a wide metal bar. There was a click, and the door swung open. She stepped through and froze.
The door swung shut. She didn’t hear the click as it locked behind her. She was too busy staring at the roomful of masked, naked men.
“Omigod…â€Â
Someone shouted. “Action!â€Â
Nancy screamed as the first hands grabbed her and started ripping at her clothes…
***
It was just past . Friday night at the video store, and Stephanie was on the phone with Trisha, talking about Devin and waiting to be able to close the store and go home. They’d been busy earlier in the evening, but she’d only had maybe one or two customers since the sun went down. Trisha had called to talk about ten. She hadn’t put the phone down since.
“…And then he made me breakfast!†She giggled into the phone. Trisha wanted to hear all the details – again. “And then we…â€Â
Stephanie hardly noticed the rusted-out delivery van that pulled up to the curb outside, or the two scummy guys in leather biker jackets that flicked cigarettes onto the pavement who stepped out. They walked into the store like they owned it, stopped at the side of the counter and looked around. Smoke from the moldering cigarette butts wafted in after them.
Stephanie wrinkled her little nose at the smell and kept talking “But he quit, so now I never see him, and I don’t have his phone number…â€Â
The guys split up. One of them, a bald guy with a hook nose and facial tattoos walked straight to the back of the store. The other guy, the taller of the two, stepped to the middle of the counter where Stephanie was standing. His black steel-toed boots scuffed the tile as he walked.
When he reached her, he smacked his dirty hands on the counter hard enough to make Stephanie jump. He leaned over and stared down at her boobs.
“Hey, is somebody named Devin here?†He didn’t bother raising his eyes away from her tits. The arms of his leather jacket and his t-shirt were both torn away at the shoulders, and he flexed his muscles while he talked, making them jump and wiggle. Like it was supposed to impress her or something. “I’m a friend of his.â€Â
Stephanie made a face. She couldn’t help it. The guy was filthy and he smelled awful, like cigarettes and beer and body odor. His beard was scraggly and his blonde hair was long and greasy. All of his fingernails were bitten down to the quick and black with grime. Blue ink from homemade tattoos had bled into the cracks of the skin on his upper arms and his scabby knuckles. Where they weren’t torn, his clothes were covered with motor oil and dirt.
Stephanie thought he looked creepy, like he just got out of jail. She wondered if he was lying. She shook her head curtly, hoping he’d go away.
“It’s nice to meet you...†He shifted his eyes enough to glance at her nametag. He reached out and tweaked it, brushing her breast. His hand left a greasy black smear on the counter where it had touched. She took a quick, sharp breath, fighting the urge not to step further away from this creep. “Stephanie. My name’s John.â€Â
“Hold on…†She covered the mouthpiece of the phone with the palm of her hand. “Um, Devin doesn’t work here anymore. His last day was today.â€Â
“Oh.†The guy looked so disappointed, Stephanie wondered if maybe he did know Devin. She hoped not. He was gross. “Do you have a phone number or something…? I haven’t seen him in a long time. I kinda wanted to surprise him, hook up, you know? Talk about old times and all that shit.â€Â
She shook her head. “Sorry.â€Â
“Well shitfuck.†He finally stopped looking at her chest and grinned wolfishly. “Well, what about you? You doin’ anything tonight?â€Â
Her eyes widened. “Huh?â€Â
“My friend Reg over there thinks you’re kinda cute. He thinks you’d be a nice date, you know what I mean? I think he’s right. Maybe we could rent some movies and go back to your place when you get off.†He reached across the counter again and nudged her shoulder. This time she did step back. “Have a little fun, the three of us.â€Â
The question gobsmacked her. She stuttered, feeling totally icked-out, then managed, “Uh-uh. No way.â€Â
“Huh.†He cracked his knuckles. “You sure?â€Â
“Uh-huh.â€Â
“Already got a boyfriend or something, huh?â€Â
“Uh-huh.â€Â
“Oh.†John frowned and stared blankly at something behind her. Stephanie started to turn around, but then he blinked and said, “I guess that’s okay. Hey, Stephanie, is there a bathroom I could use?â€Â
“Sure.†Stephanie grabbed the ring with the key to the public restroom off its hook and handed it to him. She cringed when he touched her. His hands were rough and callused. “It’s back down that hall, across from the adult movie room.â€Â
The door alarm beeped, making them both jump, and a teenage couple came in. They dropped a few video cases into the return box at the end of the counter and then, joined at the hip like Siamese twins, they walked over to the new release wall.
John glanced at them, then looked back the way Stephanie was pointing. Then he tossed the keys in the air and smiled at her. There was a big, gnarly gap where his front teeth should’ve been. “Thanks.â€Â
“Sure.â€Â
He walked away. Stephanie said a silent prayer of thanks and went back to her conversation with Trisha. A few seconds later she got her final rush of customers, and she was busy enough that she barely looked up when the creepy bald guy tossed the restroom keys on the counter. She heard the quick beep of the security sensors when he opened the door, but she didn’t really see the men leave. By the time the van pulled out of the lot, she’d forgotten all about them.
***
The front entries had doors that were all keyless on the inside, with built-in bolt-locks. Stephanie turned the locks and shut off the main lights at five to one. A little early, but her mom had called to tell her she was going to bed, so Stephanie had to take the bus home. That was okay; the busses ran late on weekends, but she’d have to hurry or she’d miss the last one. Then she’d have to walk the four miles home.
Better to hurry and be a little sloppy tonight, she thought. Lindsay could fuck off if she didn’t like it.
Stephanie ran her reports and closed the computers, cleaned and straightened up a little while the printouts ran, like Devin had taught her. She wondered what he was doing tonight while she hastily ran the vacuum up and down the aisles. She thought about him a lot lately. He lived closer than she did. Maybe she could stop by and visit? She could get a cab, if she missed the bus. It wouldn’t be too expensive.
The thought made her grin, and she smiled the whole time she cleaned out the popcorn machine, throwing away a bunch of sticky, smelly, burnt kernels. She shut off the video monitors and reached for the security system, but it was already off. Lindsay had forgotten to turn it on again. Then she noticed the keys. “Shit!â€Â
Who knew how long they’d been lying there. She was glad no one had snatched them. Then she remembered Devin telling her to always check the bathroom to make sure nobody was hiding. And she remembered the creepy guy.
Stephanie grabbed the mace. She worked herself into a frazzle walking down the hall. She was shaking, ready to bolt and run when she stuck the key in the lock and threw open the door, holding the mace straight out in front of her.
Then she laughed at herself. There wasn’t anybody there. Just a nasty brown turd sticking up out of the toilet bowl and pee all over the floor, as usual. Creepy guy had left her a present. “Eww.â€Â
Stephanie gutted it up enough to step in and flush the toilet, but she didn’t mop. There wasn’t enough time. Lindsay would definitely yell at her tomorrow.
She put the keys away and grabbed her till drawer. She shut the office door, booted up the computer and sat down at the desk with a sigh. It was already . She didn’t have much time left, so she turned on the adding machine and dug into the cash.
Halfway through adding everything up, Stephanie thought she heard something moving around out in the store. She froze solid, suddenly terrified, straining to hear. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She waited with a fistful of cash clenched tight in her hand, the rest of the night’s money spread out over the desktop.
Outside the office it was quiet again.
Stephanie heard a car, and she relaxed. Someone had probably just dropped off some late returns in the night slot. She wondered why she was being so jumpy. She knew the doors were locked. She’d checked them, rattled their handles to make sure they wouldn’t open. Nobody had been in the bathroom...
She started counting again. And then she clearly heard the security beep from the door alarm.
Somebody was in the store. And then it hit her.
The porno room. She hadn’t checked the porn room…
She heard them clearly now. At least two men, talking in low voices. Their heavy footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but she knew they were coming towards the office. She knew who they were, and she realized she was in trouble. The stomping feet paused outside the office. She heard someone light a cigarette, could already smell the smoke.
Stephanie thought she might throw up. Her mind seemed to be working in slow motion.
What do I do? What do I do?
Her first thought was the mace. But that was out front. She’d have to get past the intruders somehow. Then she noticed the phone, hung by a peg on the wall to her side. Relief flooded through her.
The police! I’ll call the police…
She reached for the phone. And the office door swung open…
Stephanie screamed and dropped the receiver as a big, filthy hand wrapped around her wrist and squeezed. The rancid stench of stale cigarette smoke and unwashed bodies filled her nostrils. Bile burned her throat and she choked as a strong hand clamped around her mouth. A deep, hoarse voice whispered in her ear.
“Shut the hell up, bitch.â€Â
Stephanie tried to stand, but the man was too strong. He easily wrenched her arm around her back and pushed her over. She kicked and thrashed and screamed into his callused hand. Money flew everywhere.
“I said shut up, you stupid little cunt!â€Â
The man leaned on her, crushing the breath out of her. Stephanie gasped as her ribs were driven painfully into the side of the desk. She whimpered and stopped kicking.
“Here, gimme some of those…â€Â
The hand over her mouth disappeared for a second. Stephanie tried to speak…
“Please…just take the money! D-don’t hurt me, okay? I…â€Â
“Shut-up! Jesus…â€Â
Another pair of hands grabbed her, pried her mouth open. Filthy fingers forced some tablets down her throat, and then her jaws were clamped shut. Stephanie choked on the pills and started to struggle again. One of them showed her a knife and held it to her throat.
“Swallow, bitch. Or I’ll ram this up your ass.â€Â
She shook her head, tears and snot streaming down her face. She tried to spit, but the men held her tight, bent over the desk with both of her arms bent painfully behind her back and the big, smelly hand clamped over her lips. She felt the tablets dissolve in her mouth. They held her until her mouth filled with saliva.
Stephanie gulped, swallowing reflexively, and felt the sickening taste of the pills as they oozed down her throat. One of the men smacked the back of her head.
“There. Jesus. That wasn’t so hard, huh? Now we can have some fun.â€Â
The man who had the knife stepped away from the table. She got an arm free and tried to claw at the hand on her mouth. Someone grabbed her wrist again, and her arms were twisted behind her back again.
“Bitch tried to scratch me!â€Â
A plastic zip-tie slipped around her wrists. They tugged it until the soft skin of her wrists pinched and her circulation was cut off. “Tie her up tight.â€Â
“Hold her…â€Â
They let go of her mouth and yanked her head back by her hair. She tried to scream again and they shoved a greasy rag in her mouth, pushing it in so far it made her gag. They wrapped that with a bandanna.
Then things got bad.
The man holding her took the neck of her polo shirt in both hands and ripped. The shirt tore almost in two but stayed tucked into her pants, exposing her bra and her soft white belly. The men laughed and squeezed her breasts, kneading them hard.
“Look at those…â€Â
“I told you…â€Â
One of them began biting her neck. She felt him press his body against her ass. Hands ran down her belly and unbuttoned her pants. They were tugged down to her ankles and pulled off over her shoes.
“Push her over dude.â€Â
They bent her over the desk and cut her panties off with the knife. She heard a zipper coming undone, and then hands were running over her bare ass. Her bra was cut open, and the material tickled as it slipped down her arms.
“Told you they were big. Big fuckin’ tits.†A hoarse whisper, right at her ear. “Let’s cut ‘em off. We’ll keep ‘em for trophies…â€Â
Stephanie whimpered. They laughed.
“I got so fuckin’ horny, sittin’ in that closet with all the porn boxes…â€Â
Behind her, Stephanie heard somebody spit. A second later, her ass cheeks were spread open, and something big and hard was rubbing her bottom. The guy behind her lathered his spit on his dick and forced the head an inch or so into her pussy.
“All right bitch. I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you bleed.â€Â
Strong hands wrapped around her waist and squeezed, and the man rammed forward with his hips, driving his cock into her. Her eyes flew open as pain tore through her. Stephanie screamed into the gag.
The men laughed louder.
The pain was excruciating. It hurt so bad she had to gasp for breath. With each thrust the man raping her pounded her stomach into the sharp edge of the desk, making the pain even more acute.
The other man laughingly pinched her nose shut, completely cutting off her air. Stephanie panicked and kicked her feet, losing her balance and driving her body forward, crushing away what little breath remained. Her body began to twitch and spasm.
“She tight?â€Â
“Oh, yeah…â€Â
Blackness started to close in. A strange, detached part of Stephanie’s mind idly wondered if they were going to kill her. The fingers holding her nose moved back to her tits, and she was able to draw air again, in fits and spurts.
Enough to keep her conscious, which was maybe worse.
Eventually, the man raping her established a rhythm. She could feel her ass ripple each time his belly smacked into her. She tried to time her breathing to that, and for a minute, it worked. She was almost able to tune out and let her mind drift.
She could pretend she was someplace else, someplace with Devin…
“Man, I want some too.â€Â
“Cool. Here…â€Â
The man pulled out of her and the pain eased for a moment. Then she was pulled roughly away from the desk, and Stephanie found herself face to face with the big blonde guy, John. He had his pants off, and his cock was big and purple and slick with her blood. It was sticking straight out at her, bouncing slightly. It looked almost alive, like it was stretching towards her, trying to reach her.
John grinned and sat on the floor. His cock pointed straight up from his crotch. The other man, Reg, pushed her down until she was straddling John, and they levered her around until the head of his cock angled back into her pussy. Standing behind her, Reg put his hands on her shoulders and pushed hard.
Stephanie moaned into the gag as the big dick sunk back inside her. John grabbed her around the neck and pulled her forward, holding her torso down against his chest. She heard another zipper open. Reg spit on his cock and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart.
“When does that shit you gave her start to work?â€Â
John started to grind his hips in a circle. He smiled happily. God, this bitch is so fucking tight, he thought. He wondered if Devin had fucked her. John could picture him doing it, just like the night when they’d fucked his mom three long years ago. The night before he went to prison. There had been times since when he thought he’d never see a building without bars. He never wanted to see one again.
“Just a few minutes.â€Â
“Fuck’n-A.â€Â
Stephanie cried pitifully as the man behind her spit on her asshole and rubbed it in with a thick, scarred thumb, lubricating her. She screamed again, shaking her head when she felt the tip of his cock push into her butt.
Reg just smacked the side of her head with his hand. “We told you to shut-up, you stupid fucking cunt. Don’t you listen?â€Â
He grabbed her shoulders and dug his nails into her flesh until she bled. He jerked his hips forward with quick, hard thrusts. Reg didn’t give a shit about her. It had been a long time since he’d fucked a bitch, and all he wanted to do was bust a nut as fast as he could. If it hurt her, so what? He kind of liked to hear her scream.
He just didn’t want any cops showing up.
Actually, hearing the little cunt scream and cry was a huge turn on. He reached around and grabbed a big handful of her huge tits and squeezed her nipples as he pushed his cock in her ass, until he was in up to his balls.
When both men were securely inside her, Stephanie let out a heart-rending wail, screeching until her voice was hoarse.
They grunted like pigs while they fucked her, pounding as hard and fast as they could. Pain and shame combined into a sick feeling of dread that spread from the pit of her stomach up and down her spine. Her voice almost gone, Stephanie let out a long, hitching moan. Both the men laughed.
“Did you hear that?†The man tearing into her rectum chuckled. “Bitch likes it, man!â€Â
The room began spinning around her then, and the walls bent inwards. John’s bearded face contorted like she was staring at him through a funhouse mirror.
Whatever drugs they had given her were kicking in.
“Fuck, yeah Reg. Told you she would. She just needed a little help…â€Â
John scrunched his face when he was ready to come. His partner in crime, Reg, had stopped talking and was banging the bitch harder now too. He was grunting and the veins in his forehead stood out in bold relief. A few more thrusts and they both shot their loads into the little cow.
She moaned again.
Her eyes had glazed over and rolled back in her head. She looked so out of it; John was sure she didn’t even know what was happening to her anymore. Better for her, he figured.
Reg shoved himself away from her immediately after his orgasm subsided and pulled up his pants, the shit and blood from her anus still smeared on his dick. The girl flopped forward on John. That was okay with him. He wanted to make the sex last as long as he could.
She was sprawled out, half on his chest, half on the floor. Her body was twitching all over. He pulled her into a more comfortable position on top of him and shut his eyes. He let his cock shrivel up in her snatch. Listening to her labored breathing, feeling the heat from her body, John almost felt peaceful.
There had been plenty of sex in prison, but not anything he wanted. This on the other hand…
When he opened his eyes again, Reg was dressed and was busy scraping money off the desk into a plastic bag. “Come on. Don’t fall asleep, you shit-head. We need to get the fuck outta here.â€Â
“Yeah.†Reluctantly, John rolled the girl off onto the floor. He was almost gentle with her. She flopped over, as boneless and pliable as a rag doll. Her thick, glossy hair covered her face. John touched it, tucked a strand behind her ear with his finger.
She has a nice face, he thought. Stupid earrings though.
Reg scooped up the bills that had fallen to the floor like dead leaves. He nodded at the stoned girl. “Whaddaya want to do with her?â€Â
John thought about ripping out her earrings. They were fucking ugly. Big, stupid hoops that dangled down to her shoulders. Instead, he buttoned up his jeans. “We’ll take her with us.â€Â
“Cool.†Reg grinned, showing stained yellow teeth that had been filed down to sharp points. “My very own fuck toy. I like it.â€Â
John picked Stephanie up and easily tossed her over his shoulder. “Okay. Let’s get her into the van.â€Â
***
Epilogue
The police took Lindsay’s statement about the robbery first thing on Saturday morning. When she arrived to open the store and found the doors unlocked and the alarm shut off she knew something was wrong. Then, when she saw the mess in the office – all the coins and a few small bills strewn on the floor and the remains of Stephanie’s torn clothing, she panicked.
And called me.
Swan and I got back to my apartment late and had been awake for most of the night, cutting together the digital footage we’d taken of Nancy and the sailors, and we were taking a break. Swan was snoring on my couch, and I was drinking a strawberry and banana smoothie, craving bed, but thinking that if I fell asleep now, I’d never get up. Better to keep working and let adrenaline carry me through until later that night.
That’s when my cell phone started ringing.
I called the police, let an exhausted Swan know what was going on and drove over to try to help. It took me about fifteen minutes with traffic. I found Lindsay sitting on the curb sobbing. There wasn’t a police car in sight. When the police finally did show up about a half-hour later, it was just one patrol car, and things just got worse.
It seemed to me like the cop was more convinced that the robbery had been staged than he was about listening to Lindsay or finding out what had happened. He got a little more serious about it when Stephanie’s mom started calling, wondering where the hell her daughter was.
Then things started happening fast.
The cop radioed in for help. I was questioned, and so were Lindsay and the rest of the store’s employees. The police asked Lindsay if there was a security system that might have a videotape. I groaned audibly when she informed them that the system had been turned off. Stephanie’s father came to the store and threw a fit, shouting obscenities at Lindsay for letting Stephanie work alone.
The police had to restrain him. I called to inform the owners, and they spoke with the officers as well. The day went on like that, until the police let me take Lindsay home early that afternoon. When we were alone in my car, she lost it.
I held her while she cried, parked outside her apartment, and spent the rest of the afternoon with her, sitting together on her couch. Eventually she fell asleep. I tucked a blanket around her shoulders and crept out. I locked the door behind me and went home myself. Swan was still there, working on my computer.
I filled him in and crashed myself. I hadn’t slept in more than a day and a half, and things were getting blurry. When I woke up it was dark outside, Swan was gone, and there were about thirty messages on my cell phone.
One of the messages was from Lindsay, thanking me for my help and asking if I could come back over, or call her when I got the message. She left her home number. I called her back and got her answering machine and left a quick voicemail. Then I ate a turkey sandwich and went back to sleep.
Three days later, Stephanie’s disappearance was all over the local news. Her family and friends were putting a lot of effort in trying to locate her: they took out radio and television spots, placed large ads in the local newspaper, posted missing person flyers all around town, and bothered the police to no end. A whole bunch of effort that elicited no real results.
Another couple of days and the story was no longer the big news. So except for the tattered flyers streaming from telephone poles and fading in shop windows, the public slowly forgot about her.
And then, exactly two weeks after she disappeared, a jogger out for a brisk morning run found Stephanie, stoned out of her mind, wandering around in a deserted stretch of SouthTaborPark. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was naked, bruised and battered, but she was alive. The jogger called 911 on her cell phone, and suddenly Stephanie was back in the news.
Front page on my morning newspaper as a matter-of-fact, sandwiched between the day’s weather forecast and an investigative report on some high school cheerleader scandal. I read what the article had to say. There wasn’t a lot of new information, or details to anything I hadn’t already doped out.
Basically, she’d been drugged, kidnapped and raped by at least two men, but that was about it. I offered up a silent prayer, hoping she’d be okay.
And then Stephanie’s family started calling me, leaving me dozens of voice messages. They got my phone number from the police. Stephanie was asking for me. She wouldn’t talk to anyone else; not her family, not the police.
What could I do?
I called back and made plans to visit.
***
My heart flip-flopped while I stood on Stephanie’s front porch. I knocked and waited, feeling my guts churn together. Stephanie’s mom answered the door and ushered me inside. She offered me a weak smile and asked if I’d like something to drink.
“No, thanks, Mrs.…,†I started. She waved a hand in the air.
“Please, call me Kelly.â€Â
“Okay.â€Â
Kelly nodded and motioned for me to sit. I perched uncomfortably on the edge of a blue recliner. She chose the couch, and began to talk.
Stephanie had only been in the hospital long enough to have a broken wrist set, her scrapes and cuts bandaged, and to have a battery of tests run that all rape victims have to suffer through. Then she’d been released into her family’s care.
Now she was home; tucked safely away in her own room in a nice, comfortable house that was filled to overflowing with knickknacks and family pictures and everything else that made a house a home. I knew Stephanie had a bunch of siblings. Today, nobody else was around except for her mom. Not even her father. To me, the atmosphere inside the house seemed about as carefree as a morgue following a gang war.
Stephanie’s mom talked about trivial things for a time, then she pinned me to my seat with a glare. “I want to ask you something.â€Â
“Okay…?â€Â
“Why…why is my daughter asking to see you?â€Â
That sour feeling in my gut turned into a lead ball and my mouth went dry. I shrugged helplessly. It was a damn good question, and I really didn’t have much of an answer.
***
I followed Kelly down a hallway festooned with pictures; frames hung so close together the wallpaper barely showed. Stephanie’s bedroom was the last door on the left. Kelly knocked and opened the door without waiting for a answer.
“Hi honey. Devin’s here.†I heard a mumbled response. Kelly nodded at me and frowned again. I slipped inside and she looked past me. “Just call if you need anything.â€Â
She closed the door softly behind me, leaving me alone with her daughter. Stephanie was propped up in bed, her broken wrist sheathed in a pink cast resting on the bedcovers. Her face was still black and blue and scraped from the beating she’d taken, but the swelling had mostly gone down. She looked a little dazed, like she’d just woken up. A straight-backed wood chair stood next to her bed.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I tried a smile and stood by the door like an idiot. She motioned me closer. I realized that I’d been holding my breath. I let it out in a whoosh.
“Hi.†I said.
Stephanie was wearing a light, sleeveless nightgown. She tried to sit up and the sheet covering her drooped. I got a good look at the bruises and bite marks covering her neck and shoulders, the cuts and scrapes beginning to heal on her arms and wrists. I started to sit in the chair, but she shook her head. She patted the side of the bed.
“Sit…here…†she said weakly.
Her voice was raw. I sat down carefully and spent a moment trying to look at anything but her, and then she touched my hand. It took a force of will not to jerk away, to keep my hand under hers. I tried to look her in her eyes, but mine kept drifting. I ground my teeth, and my jaw popped.
“Devin…â€Â
“Why won’t you talk to the police?†The question just burst out. “They need to know what happened. They can…â€Â
She was crying. I shut up, feeling like a jerk, and reached out to touch her face.
“Stephanie…â€Â
She flinched. I snapped my hand back. She finally looked away, and suddenly I felt even worse. I put my hands in my lap and stared at them.
“Steph…I don’t know what to do.â€Â
She nodded. After a while she wiped the tears away and started talking, speaking in short, clipped bursts. I kept quiet. She told me everything she remembered. When she finished she was weeping again, big, wet tears spilling down her cheeks.
But this time she reached out for me. I held her shuddering body for a long time, letting a new anger burn inside me.
***
Kelly walked me out. From the look on her face it was clear she had a hundred questions to ask me, but I wasn’t the person to answer any of them. Stephanie would do that once she was ready, and I promised her that I wouldn’t say anything. I just thanked her mom before I left and wished her a good night.
John, she’d told me. It was John, and someone else.
I hadn’t thought of John or his mom in years. I thought he was still in prison. His mom had moved back to Germany not long after I started college. I thought about what we’d done to his mom the night before John was sentenced, and what I’d done to her after. I thought about what he did to Stephanie, and what I’d just put Nancy through.
John.
Guilt and frustration burned my gut as I left.
I was calling Swan on my cell phone before I even reached my car.
***
The police had searched the park where the jogger had found Stephanie, and the surrounding neighborhood. They decided that whoever had raped her had dumped her in the park and left the area. I had a different opinion.
Swan and I parked my car across from the old ballpark. Each of us dug a length of old pipe out the trunk. I locked the car, and then we crossed the street and jumped a rusty chain-link fence. The park was dark, even here; lit only by one buzzing streetlamp.
John and I used to play baseball here as kids, but now the dirt field was muddy and overgrown with weeds. Swan followed closely behind me. I could barely see him in the dark.
“You sure you want to do this?â€Â
I grunted a yes. We picked our way around the mud and I led Swan past the old picnic tables and day camps, into several miles of woods.
The police might not be able to find John, but I was sure I could.
***
I clicked on a small flashlight and found the trail without much trouble. The trail curved north, away towards the river and the industrial area. We followed it for about a mile, until it opened up along the railroad tracks, and followed those to the old train station.
The train station had been abandoned forever, condemned by the city for fear of asbestos poisoning. It was cheaper, if not safer, to board the building up than to tear it down, so that’s what they did. All the neighborhood kids used to sneak out here to play, until bums and junkies took it over. If our parents had known, we all would have been grounded in perpetuity.
Eventually, even the bums and junkies left the place alone.
Memories came flooding back. I closed my eyes, and my mind conjured up the memory of a girl covered with bruises. Swan whispered in my ear.
“This is where he’s hidin’?â€Â
I nodded silently. We plowed through a tangle of weeds, thorny, low-slung blackberry bushes and trash, until we were even with the cracked concrete steps leading up to the two huge doors that led inside, padlocked shut with a rusty chain. To the left of the steps were the gaping holes where the floor-to-ceiling windows had been boarded up. Most of the boards had been torn away. I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke over the smell of urine, rotting wood and dead grass.
Swan sniffed the air. “Somebody’s home, smells like.â€Â
“Yeah.â€Â
We slipped inside, into the blackness, and paused to let our eyes adjust. The smoke was wafting down a flight of rickety steps, from the level above us.
“Careful,†I said. “The floor wasn’t good when I was a kid, and there’s probably old needles and crap in all this garbage.â€Â
“Right on.â€Â
The steps groaned underfoot but held our weight. When I was about level with the top of the stairs, I could make out a soft glow coming from off to the right.
We saw each other at exactly the same moment.
John was stretched out on a dirty blanket with a can of cheap beer clutched in his hand, dressed in grubby jeans and a wife-beater t-shirt. A small battery operated lantern was on the floor, giving off the soft light. On the other side of the lantern, a skinhead was snoring in a sleeping bag. Crushed beer cans, cigarette butts mixed with the dry leaves and other trash littering the floor.
John smiled at me. “Hey Dev.†He raised his beer and took a slug. “What took you so long? I thought that fat little bitch would’ve told you where we were already.â€Â
“I thought the police already checked here,†I said, and made sure the pipe stayed close to my leg.
“Yeah, well,†John shrugged and crumpled the can in his fist. “One guy poked his head in here with a flashlight. Freaked Reg out, but he didn’t even come up here. I think the rats scared him.
He chugged the rest of his beer. “I missed you man,†he said, and stood up with a grunt.
John had grown while he was in prison. He’d always been taller than me, even when we were kids, but the last time I’d seen him, at the beginning of my senior year of high school when I was wrestling and lifting weights almost everyday, I probably had ten or fifteen pounds of muscle on him. Now he dwarfed me by a good head-and-a-half, and when he stretched, the heavy muscles in his arms and shoulders rippled. He was as tall as Swan with his afro, and twice as broad. John hucked the empty beer can at the skinhead.
It bounced off his skull and clattered off into the shadows. The skinhead shot out of the sleeping bag, smacking his face with his hands. A second later he blinked at Swan and me, then at John, bewildered. “What the fuck…?â€Â
“Wake up fuckhead.†John lisped through a set of missing front teeth. “Company’s here.â€Â
“What?†The skinhead pointed at us. He was shorter than me, but looked as hard as a brick. Bad prison tattoos covered most of his naked chest and back, ran up and down his arms. Swan was slouched a few feet from me, in full-on sleepy mode. The skinhead glared at him. “You know this fucking Nig…â€Â
I barely saw Swan move. One second he looked like he was going to melt into the floor, and his arm casually shot out and the skinhead clutched at crushed windpipe with both of his hands, wheezing, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
The skinhead toppled forward onto his knees. Swan kicked him in the face, knocking him backwards, and then viciously stomped on his neck until the skins’ legs were twitching, and the wheezing turned into weak gurgles. It took all of twenty seconds for Swan to put the guy down, and he hadn’t bothered to use the pipe. Swan stepped back until he was even with me, not even breathing hard, and glared hard at John, who was staring at him with a whole new respect.
“Why the fuck did you do that?â€Â
“Asshole racist motherfucker...†Swan’s eyelids began to droop again, and he shrugged. “…should’a learned some manners in jail. Nobody calls me that shit.â€Â
John was still staring when I swung my pipe like a club into his shoulder. He went down with a whimper, clutching his broken arm. He tried to scoot back, and I swung the pipe again, smashing his knee. It popped loudly, like the sound of a stick breaking.
“AHHH!†John rolled on the floor in pain, tears springing from his clenched eyes. “ Holy shit! What the fuck…!â€Â
“You hurt a friend of mine.†I stepped between his legs and swung the pipe as hard as I could into his groin. It hit with a meaty thud. My hands went numb and the shock rolled up my arms. “You fuck.â€Â
I hit him in the balls again, and then I stomped on the knee I hadn’t smashed with the pipe, ramming down on it with the heel of my boot until it crumpled like rotten wood.
John screamed and shrieked until his voice went hoarse. Swan and I could hear him even as we picked our way back up the trail.
***
We piled into my car and drove until we found an old telephone booth that still worked. I made a quick phone call to the police and gave them an anonymous tip. We dumped the pipes down a sewer, and then I drove Swan home to Desiree’s house.
“You okay?†He asked.
My hands were shaking. They had been ever since we left John writhing in garbage back at the abandoned station.
“No.â€Â
“You take care of what you need to, you know?†He patted my shoulder. His voice was surprisingly gentle, after what I’d just seen him do. “You’ll get over it.â€Â
I nodded and squeezed the steering wheel until my knuckles popped. Swan quietly backed out of the car. Desiree opened her front door as he meandered up the steps. She offered me a world-weary smile.
I think I ignored her.
Somehow I made it home. I don’t remember the drive at all, nothing until I found myself naked, huddled in a corner under a shower that had run cold.
I’ve done some awful things in my life. But twice now, over the last few weeks, I’d discovered that I was capable of doing horrible things, committing heinous crimes without batting an eye.
I felt hollow inside, like something had torn away huge chunks of whatever I had left of my soul, leaving just a shell of flesh and bone and blood.
Used.. and Used Again...                    John J. Jones
Really, I never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought, maybe, but it was never good. I'd seen the stuff on screen and it made me angry more than anything. The thought I had was more along the line of what I'd do to the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like that on me. I'd be seriously pissed. They'd never GET me in the position to allow myself to be tied up. I'd kick their little asses. Then came Carol.
At this time, I was a business consultant for a major consulting firm in New York. Now I practically run the show
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. My brother works with me in the  business,  although we rarely go on the same accounts.  He occasionally introduced me to an attractive secretary or client and I did the same. Hey, work's gotta be fun SOMETIMES!
It didn't start out anything like bondage. As a matter of fact, she had asked me about it and I laughed and said there was no way I would let myself be tied down and helpless by anyone. No way. There was no one in the world I trusted well enough to have me tied helpless, MUCH LESS helpless and naked. She laughed and said she understood.
Carol was a very attractive redhead that my brother had introduced me to. She was about 22 years old and LOVED to party. I was 26 at the time. We had been going out on and off for about a year. We were both seeing other people. I went to her apartment once, and she answered the door in a super short teddy. Her hair was a little tussled and she was trying to hide behind the door. She was obviously a little embarrassed and giggly and asked if I could come by the next night. I agreed, and just before she closed the door, I caught a glimpse of her visitor in a front room mirror as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. I didn't see her face, but her body and hair looked fantastic! She had long wavy golden blonde hair, that ran about 5 inches or so past her shoulders, and was wearing black panties. From what I could see in the short time, it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. Either Carol had more than one guest, or she was bisexual... or both!
I debated about whether or not I should mention what I saw the next night. By the time I was at her door, I had come to the conclusion that it was probably none of my business and unless she ever brought it up, I wouldn't talk about it. We were supposed to be going out that night, but she changed our plans and rented a few movies. We sat and watched a couple of action flicks and shared some "intimate" moments at which time we missed some of the movies (Gee, too bad...). At one time we were fooling around and she pushed me off of the couch and onto the floor. She pounced on me like a playful tiger and held my arms to the floor, sitting on my stomach and kissed my face, neck and mouth passionately.
THAT turned me on. But it was something I knew I was in control of. I could have pushed her off any time. After licking my ears  and practically sucking the tongue out of my mouth, she sat up slightly and asked if I liked it. I smiled so big the corners of my mouth probably touched my earlobes. I told her it was a real turn-on.
The rest of the evening was great. We fucked, sucked, and generally had a sex-fest until 4am. At that time, of course, we were in her bed. She said she had to be at work at 8:30, and would like to try to get a few hours sleep.
I washed up and got dressed. While I was drying off from my shower, I thought I heard her on the phone in her living room. She came from the kitchen as I was buttoning up my shirt coming from the bedroom. She gave me a deep, long kiss goodby just before I went out of the door. I stepped out into the hallway and noticed that she was looking past me. I turned, and about 6 feet down the hall, on the other side, I saw a fantastic pair of legs, a very short robe and excellent ass-cheeks tightly wrapped in small black lacy panties. That was ALL I saw at the moment, because the young lady was bent over away from us, picking something up from the floor.
I managed to turn away, because I didn't want Carol to see me practically drool in the hall. Somewhat red, I'm sure, I looked back at her. She had a smile on her face that was half "uh-huh, caught you!" and half "nice, isn't it?" She winked and said goodby as she closed the door.
Just about then, the girl on the other side straightened up and turned around. She gave me a wide-eyed look of "surprise" for a moment, not even attempting to cover herself, then looked me over and said "I'm sorry, excuse me." With a smile. It was her. It had to be the same girl I saw the night before in Carol's apartment. She had the same golden blonde hair and was about the same build. She kept her eye on me as she slowly moved into her apartment and closed the door.
Whoa, I thought... I suppose I've got to give Carol credit for good taste, anyway. What a fox! She must have been about the same age as Carol, but she was taller, and had a slightly more rounded ass.
I was on my way to a client's house later the next day, when my pager went off. I looked down, and it was Carols' number. I called and she sounded like she was in a VERY good mood, like she had been partying. It was almost time for me to end the day anyway, so I called the client and asked if I could come by early the next afternoon. They agreed, because it was almost time for their office to close up as well. I headed off to Carol's apartment. She had asked me to pick up a bottle of wine or two, or three. That supported my idea that she already had a head start. I picked up a few bottles of cold Spumante and headed over.
It was movie time again. She said she enjoyed herself so much last time that she wanted to do it again. There was something about her this time. She was dressed in a sexy, tight, somewhat short red dress. Her bright flowing red hair practically looked like it was on fire over the shoulders of her dress. It was all a little disheveled, probably because she had already been drinking a little and looked extremely relaxed. I could see the tops of her nylons, because the dress was a little crooked on her legs. But the thing that really got me was her eyes. It was almost scary. She looked crazed. I felt like we were already in bed and fucking our brains out just looking at her. She stared at me, making sure I didn't take my eyes off of hers as we walked to the couch and sat down. She kept staring at me, picked up the remote, pointed it at the TV and started the movie. I don't even remember what it was.
She slid her right hand up beside my neck and began licking my neck and ear. I had started to open a bottle of wine, and still had it in my hand... I dropped it on my toe. I hollered. She jumped off of the couch, laughing. She ran around behind the couch and leaned over. When I sat back up she whispered hotly in my ear, "I think its going to be a good night". There was very little doubt in my mind. I already had a hard on so big it hurt.
She disappeared for a while as I opened the bottle and poured the wine. She came back with a couple of joints. Geez, I hadn't smoked anything since I was in high school. But I'd smoked before, it wasn't anything new to me. As a matter of fact, it made sex even better. While she was still behind the couch, she lit them both up and handed one to me. While I took a deep hit, she walked around and sat on my legs, facing me; her legs spread wide apart, knees on the couch.
What a picture I had. Her skirt had hiked back slightly past her nylons, I could see her garter belts and her sheer bright-red panties. They were just sheer enough to see the outline of the lips of her pussy. Just about six inches past my nose were her tits, trying to bust out over the top of the low-cut dress. I let go of the first hit while she took one from hers. She held it in, making her chest stick out even closer to my face. She put the joint down in the ashtray on the coffee table and with those sex-crazed eyes staring at me, unhooked something on the front of her dress. She pulled the front down slowly, revealing her tits to me, her nipples were  sticking out like arrows from excitement. She was indeed  extremely horny and her anticipation was obvious.
My cock was straining against my pants so hard that I was wishing the zipper would bust. The way she had sat on my legs, her knees had pulled the material tightly down to the couch and my cock was throbbing against it. I was really getting into this. I took another long deep hit. She leaned over to the end table next to the couch and grabbed the wineglasses, her tits swaying by my face as she reached for them. She handed me mine. I took a few swallows as I held the hit. She drank some as she stared into my eyes. She put the glass down on the coffee table where she'd put her joint and picked that up. While she was bent back, I let out the hit and enjoyed the view of her pussy through her red panties, more visible now by the light of the end table. She took another long hit, put it down and picked up her glass again. That was when it began.
This was great, I was loving it. I was so turned on I thought I was going to explode. I was drowning in it. I laid my head against the back of the couch, staring at her body through half-closed eyes. She smiled, and started touching her tits, running her hands over them. She licked her fingers, saliva streaming from her tongue as she placed them on her nipples, playing with them, making them bigger, harder, and wet.
She pulled up her skirt, past her panties. She licked her fingers again, wetting them, then reached into her panties and started playing with her pussy. I could see everything in the soft light of the end table lamp. I started to reach for her, and she pushed my hand away gently, and whispered "No, not yet....". I failed to notice just how easy it had been for her to stop me. Passion was at the boiling point, and I thought that was all it was. I was enjoying watching her touch herself. I didn't even want to exert myself just then. Probably the reefer and wine. I was in heaven. She picked up my joint and hers. She held mine up to my mouth as she took another hit on hers. As I inhaled, I could smell her pussy-juice on her fingers. It was insane. I breathed her scent in deep with the hit. She took the joints away and put them down. She put my glass to my lips. I took a few swallows. She took the glass away, picked up the remote and turned off the VCR and TV.
It was quiet. She began fondling herself again, licking her fingers, playing with her pussy. Now I could hear the moistness of her pussy lips as three of her fingers pushed deep into her pussy. My cock was straining harder. I felt like I would cum just like I was, her on my legs, cock in my pants. She pulled her fingers from her wet pussy, her panties were instantly wet against her pussy lips when her fingers came out. Her eyes closed halfway, she tilted her head back slightly. Her tongue came out and she licked her three fingers slowly, as if they were a cock that she getting lost in. I heard myself sigh. It was so intense and I was so weak with passion... or so I thought. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She pressed her tits and stiff nipples against my chest and whispered in my ear... "Do you like it? Are you enjoying it?". With all the strength it seemed I could summon, I mumbled "I love it".
Now she was ready to give me the test. My head back against the couch, she leaned up and brought her tits right up to my face, a few inches from my mouth. She took me by the hair with both hands and gently pulled my face toward them. "Suck them", she ordered. That's the first time I knew something was seriously wrong. It wasn't  just passion I was drowning in. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull my head forward, nor get my tongue out far enough to lick one.
Somewhat confused and very weak, I said, "I can't". She gently put my head back on the couch. She smiled, and the sex-starved eyes I had been staring into now also held a look of evil anticipation. She was REAL excited. She got up from my lap and straightened her dress. I sat stretched out on the couch, confused, but still turned on. I tried to sit up and couldn't get the strength. I was helpless, and a little scared. She walked around behind the couch. I watched her as far as I could, but couldn't turn my head. She turned the stereo on to a smooth quiet station. I heard her pick up the phone and struggled to hear what she was saying over the music. I only heard short phrases, like "going to be fun....", "ready now...", "be sure to bring....".
I was getting more scared, trying to bring some clarity to my thoughts, but it was practically impossible. It was almost just as impossible to move anything. When I made an effort to move, my fingers and hands were about the only things that even moved slightly. The music was echoing through my head. With nothing to concentrate on, it was hard to stay conscious.
Carol hung up the phone and came back around. She straddled my legs again and started talking softly, just enough to be heard over the music. It sounded like she was talking in a tunnel, her words echoing with the music. She started taking my shirt off.... "Did you like watching me play with myself? Did you like seeing my pussy? Did you like seeing me lick my pussy juice off of my fingers?" She had lifted me enough to take my shirt off, and started undoing my belt... "I know you did. Were you wondering what my pussy tasted like? Don't worry, you're going to find out. You're going to find out so much about my pussy, you're going to be tired of it!", her voice was still sultry and sexy as a smile crossed her lips. She was unzipping my pants and pulling them open. She leaned forward and licked around the tip of my nose. I smelled wine, reefer and pussy deep in my brain as she pulled slowly away... Just those couple of seconds caused a ripple of sexuality that made my cock push my underwear out of my pants. "You're going to get up-close and personal with my  pussy. You'll suck my pussy until I cum on your face. You'll suck my pussy juice until you think you can't swallow any more."
It was strange. I was helpless, but it was turning me on. I didn't think this was possible. Her cool hand went slowly into my underwear and wrapped itself around my cock. As weak as I was, I felt a slight jump inside as her fingers grabbed it slowly but firmly. She stroked my super hard cock a couple of times when I heard something. She pulled her face away from mine, let go of my cock and stood up. She looked down at me and straightened her dress once more. "Don't go  away," she said, smiling. Like I really had a choice.
Every time she moved away, I started getting lost in the music and the sounds. The sounds. I was hearing someone else, another female voice. Footsteps... Then... more... there were more than two. Oh Geez.... I was lying there with my pants wide open. I was so embarrassed and nervous, I felt my cock going limp. I tried to move my arms and couldn't get the strength. The music was distracting. Carol came around, then someone else. I turned my eyes slightly to see. It was the other woman, across the hall. Then I saw someone else. I moved my eyes the other way. No, not one, two more, on the other side of Carol.
I couldn't see much of the other two. They were slim, like Carol and her friend, but they were further away from the light... too hazy, shadowed. Carol smiled at her friend. Their voices sounded soft, like angels in a dream with the music in the background. "Beth, what do you think?". I could see Beth. She was wearing a long trench coat, past her knees at least. I couldn't move my head to see down any further. Her blonde hair flowed over the shoulders of the coat. She stepped up closer to me and into the light. I still couldn't even open my eyes all the way. She smiled and stooped over. I felt her hand pull my underwear off of my cock. With her other hand, she lightly dragged her fingernails over the underside of my now half-limp cock. "I think we're going to fuck and suck this poor boy dry." she said, and licked her upper lip. I saw the same sex-crazed look in her eyes as I saw in Carols. Beth stood up again and removed her coat. She was dressed to kill under that coat. She had tiny white silk panties that just covered her pussy lips. She had to be shaved, because I saw no hair around the small triangle of the panties. She was wearing a silver-white corset, and white nylons. Her hair was now lying on her tits. She was a stone-cold knockout. I heard one of the other women say "And he's going to return the favor!". Carol snickered...
Carol and Beth reached down and each one took one of my arms. Beth laughed a little as they lifted me from the couch. She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry baby, we'll take care of you. I'm a nurse. That's why you're in the condition you're in." Although their words were still like echoes in a dream, they rung over and over in my head. Now I knew why I felt the way I did, and I was helpless to stop what was happening now. The reefer had to be laced. We had both drank from the same wine bottle. Carol and Beth had draped my arms around their necks and had stood me up in front of the couch. I felt someone's hands pull down my pants from behind. They pulled off my shoes, socks and pants. I was standing there in my underwear. I heard the other two women behind me, talking. One had a very young sounding voice.
Carols and Beth's hands were on my arms, and while we stood for a moment, I felt a hand on my side, and another feeling my ass through my underwear. The hand on my ass moved quickly between my legs and gently squeezed my balls. "We're going to have fun with this one, Sandy. You'll learn a lot tonight before we're through with him".
Carol and Beth started walking me to the bedroom. I took a deep breath to try to get some consciousness back. I managed to lift my head a little. "Oh, oh, oh!" Beth said... "It seems our boy is trying to shake it off!" They brought me the rest of the way into the bedroom. Carol had dimmed the lights, as she had done when we were together before. They laid me facedown on the bed. My face was turned to the side. I still had no control over my arms and legs. I heard the soft music turned up as Beth sat down on the bed beside me. She was holding a syringe! She tapped it with her finger and smiled down at me. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." She got up from the bed. Her hair brushed against the back of my thigh. I felt her move the edge of my underwear and then something wet and cold. I felt a pinch. I heard Beth say "See? I never felt a thing!". Then Carol said, "over we go!". I felt hands roll me over onto my back.
A slight dizziness crept over me, as their talking seemed to get a little more distant again. Now I could understand them only when they were close. They seemed to know, because they would get close when they were talking to me. I felt hands center me on the bed, then I felt something on my chest. I saw another one of the women up close as she propped my head up so I could see what was going on in the room. "We want our lover-boy to see what he's getting into, don't we?". The woman was probably in her early, possibly mid-thirties. She was attractive and obviously very aggressive. She was still fully  clothed, wearing a stretch top and vest. She had her dark brown (almost black) hair in shoulder-length Dutch-boy style. Her gorgeous eyes looked very anxious. As she got back up from the bed, I could see she was in a business-type of outfit, a long pin-stripe skirt.
She walked back toward the head of the bed. Carol had moved to the head at the other side. They reached down to my chest. What I had felt on my chest were ropes! Carol and the other woman (I learned her name was Deborah) brought my hands up to the bedposts and tied them securely with the ropes. I couldn't even put up a struggle. Beth was doing something over by the dresser. Carol and Deborah moved to the bottom of the bed, and I felt them tying my feet to the posts there. I was straddle-legged and helpless across the bed in only my underwear. I was scared, excited, confused and embarrassed. I could still only see Beth, Deborah and Carol in the room.
Deborah started to get undressed. I could hear them talking, but still couldn't quite understand them from where they were. Carol was also taking off her short dress. She kicked the dress off and stood in her red sheer panties, garter and nylons, looking at me, talking, and smiling. Deborah had taken off her vest and top and was unhooking her bra. Beth came over and sat next to me on the bed. She smiled and bent down by my ear. She flicked her tongue in my ear lightly and put her hand on my cock over my underwear. "You're going to love this..." she pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes... "most of the time, anyway..." She winked and got back up. She stood and rubbed her hands over her ass cheeks biting her lower lip, throwing her hair back over her shoulders.
She looked toward the top of the bed. "Well, Sandy? What do you think?" I heard the younger voice, the one I obviously hadn't seen yet. "Oh, wow..." Deborah, who was now down to silk panties moved toward the head of the bed. "Sandy, this is partly for YOUR benefit. You have to learn how to make love to a man." I saw her reach her hand up toward the head of the bed. She came walking back holding a young girl's hand. Her hair was very long and wavy, almost down to her waist. Dark brown, like Deborah's. She was beautiful. Deborah said, "I'm your mother. You're eighteen now, almost out of school, and I want you to learn the right way." Sandy had on a black silk blouse tucked into a black leather mini-skirt and what had to be black pantyhose. She was just about as tall as her mom, pretty and had the same gorgeous eyes.
Beth walked over toward Sandy, and Deborah came over to the bed. Deborah put her hand on my underwear, rubbing my cock. "Do you think he's ready?" she asked. Carol said there was one way to find out. She went to the dresser and picked up a pair of scissors. She came back and snipped off my underwear and threw it across the room. "Yes!" I heard Deborah say, as she started licking my cock. I looked down at the end of the bed and saw Beth helping Sandy out of her clothes. After unzipping the back of her miniskirt, she stopped to caress Sandy's ass.
I felt my cock hardening as Deborah's tongue was licking it all over. I looked at her as she sucked the head of it into her mouth. She placed her teeth under the head and started licking ferociously  at it, occasionally stabbing her tongue into the hole. I was in heaven. Suddenly my view was blocked. Carol had straddled me and was sitting lightly on my stomach. She leaned forward, her tits  lying on my shoulders and whispered in my ear. She reminded me about how I'd said this would never happen to me. Then she said "Remember how I said you were going to get personal with my pussy? Well you're going to get a sample now!"
She sat back again, put her hand in her panties and started playing with her pussy. With her other hand, she was touching her breasts. She stared down at me, through her long thick red hair as if to make sure I was watching, her eyes now flaming with the passion I had been seeing. My cock was rock hard now, as I suddenly felt another tongue licking the base of my cock and balls. Beth came to the head of the bed. Since Deborah still had the head of my cock trapped by her teeth and was licking it crazily, it had to be Sandy that had just started. I closed my eyes as my brain screamed with the sensation.
"No, no no!" I heard Beth's voice say as she stuck her tongue in my ear. I opened my eyes. "Watch!" she said. Carol smiled and continued playing with herself as her eyes closed halfway in her passion. Beth started to nibble on my earlobe. "Say my name." she commanded. I was so wrapped up in the feelings that I didn't think about what she said. She grabbed my earlobe with her teeth and started biting down. "Say it!" she ordered again. This time she had my attention. I tried to say her name, but all that came out was "Be..." I couldn't get my teeth together to say the rest, the drug still had me too weak to talk. She loosened up slightly and told me to say it again a couple more times, with the same results. "He's not ready yet here." she said.
Carol smiled and moved up, her knees under my outstretched arms. Beth turned and started kissing Carol. Their tongues entwined as their mouths closed hungrily on each others. Beth's hand reached out and started playing with Carol's closest nipple. Carol put one arm behind Beth's head and was still playing with her own pussy with the other. I was hearing her hand now going in and out of her pussy again. She was wet, her juices lubricating her fingers as they went in and out. She took her hand out of her sheer panties and started rubbing her panties into her pussy. She pulled away from Beth's  mouth and looked down at me, I suppose to make sure I was watching. She was gritting her teeth, panting and started to smile as she saw I was still looking. She put her hand back inside her panties and started fucking herself again. Beth bent down and cupped one of Carol's tits in her hand as she took a nipple into her mouth, licking it. Carol moaned lightly as she threw her head back again.
My mind was going crazy as Deborah was still licking the head of my cock, and Sandy was everywhere else in my crotch. I found myself wishing desperately that Deborah would stop, as the head of my cock was getting hypersensitive. I couldn't even twitch yet to try to get away. Carol took her hands out of her panties and started rubbing herself through her panties again. The sheer material became so wet that it was clinging to her pussy, even slipping between the lips. I could see her pussy almost clearly though the wet material. "Wait, wait!" I heard her tell Beth. Beth pulled away. Carol smiled down at me through clenched teeth and said, "Here's what it will smell like!" She moved her knees above my shoulders; her hot nylon-covered legs touched both sides of my head. All I could see was her panties, pussy and her ass cheeks as she put them down onto my face. Her panties were saturated with her juices. She moved her hips, so they went over my face from my nose to my chin. She pushed down against my mouth  and nose, and I smelled her fluids. While her pussy was against my mouth and nose, she moved side to side, grinding her wet panties and pussy against my face.
My head was exploding with the total sensations when I felt Deborah let the head of my cock out of her mouth. Then I felt her and Sandy licking my crotch and balls, then up the sides of my cock, stopping on the head for a moment, then going back down. I knew I wasn't going to last through this very long. As if she knew what I was thinking, I heard Beth's voice. She was close, but all I saw was Carols wet panty-clad crotch frantically rubbing my face. She was getting wetter. "Have you ever cum twice without stopping?" I heard Beth say. "We do it all the time! And you're going to do it! If you haven't, you're in for an experience!" Carols panties were so wet now that I could feel my mouth and nose getting very wet. She was breathing heavily now. "Smell my pussy! You love it, don't you! Smell it!" she panted. I could tell she was climaxing. I felt a tongue lick my naval, move down a few inches then back. Since Deborah and Sandy's tongues were still at work, it had to be Beth. That was all my body could stand.
I wished I could tense or thrash or something, but still being too weak, all I could do was just lay there and wait for it to happen. The blood rushed to my head, I could hardly feel Carol on my face any more as I started to cum. The whole middle of my body felt like it was going to blow right out of my cock. I laid there, my body like a limp rag as my cock started pumping. As it started swelling and throbbing, someone put their mouth on my cock and started sucking wildly. Since I could feel Beth's tongue on my navel and Sandy's hair on my legs licking my balls, I knew it was Deborah. It didn't really matter. I exploded. It was a climax I had never experienced before. Unable to move to express my emotion and hot passion, my body completely relaxed, just climaxing, hard and fast like an oil well pump. Deborah was sucking in my whole cock, gobbling up my cum. It was like she was on a "feeding frenzy". "He's coming!" I heard Beth  quip. I kept coming so long that I was thought I'd shot everything possible out of my cock. Carol moaned and I felt her weight go down on my face. I felt drips of her fluid caught between her nylons and my face. "You loved that didn't you?" she said, panting. "Well, I hope so, you're very far from through!"
Carol got up and Beth moved up to look at me. Carol was still a little off balance from climaxing. Beth smiled as she moved toward me and kissed my mouth. She slipped her tongue between my half open lips. She pulled away, "Mmmmm", she said, "Delicious, isn't it?" She licked Carol's juice that was dripping down the side of my face. I saw Sandy and Deborah continuing to gently lick my cock and balls. I also noticed I was beginning to get sensitive.
Beth stood up. Carol moved to her and kissed her full on the mouth. Carol pulled Beth's small silk panties off and held them in her hand. Beth now straddled my head with her legs. I was right earlier. Beth was shaved. All the way. Her pussy lips were bare and smooth. She looked down at me and smiled. "Now," she said, "I'm next!" Carol straddled my head by the brass headboard facing Beth. "Give me your pussy", I heard her hiss. Carol was still obviously VERY hot. Beth bent backwards, putting her hands on the bed down by my waist. Carol licked her fingers and rubbed Beth's pussy gently, moving her fingers around her clit. My cock was more sensitive to Sandy's and Deborah's licking. The sensation shot up into my stomach, but I still couldn't react. Beth threw back her head as Carol probed deeper  into her pussy. Her hair was lightly dragging against my stomach.
Carol looked down at me. "Do you like this? How's your cock? Are you feeling it yet? Watch THIS!" She picked up Beth's silk panties that she had laid on the bed beside me and pushed most of them into Beth's pussy. Only the string that had went up the crack of her ass was hanging out between her pussy lips. Beth sighed loudly and snapped upward, she grabbed Carol's hair with both of her hands and pulled her mouth to Carols. As I looked up now, I saw Carol's still panty-clad pussy and ass cheeks as well as Beth's shaven pussy. I could see Beth's beautiful ass as well. I could see their tits touching each other and could sometimes see them kissing. Carol  reached down and started playing with Beth's pussy again, rotating around her clit. Occasionally, Beth's legs would quiver.
My attention went back to my cock as I noticed it was getting hard again. I could just barely see between Beth's legs, but still couldn't move my head. I heard Deborah's voice say "Now, like I showed you." I managed to see Sandy's face as she moved between my legs and over my cock. Her face disappeared and I felt her take it in her mouth. I felt her teeth close lightly under the head, and she started licking the head gently. I knew what she was doing, and in my mind, begged God not to let it happen. I was still too sensitive, and my whole crotch and stomach reacted to the pain, but I still couldn't move. I moaned uncontrollably as I took my eyes off of them and looked back up at Beth and Carol. They all heard me. Sandy stopped long enough to giggle with her tongue still against the head of my cock. I heard her mother, "Good, you have his attention!" Beth and  Carol separated and looked down and smiled. "You like it boy? And do you like watching us? Good, because we've only just started!"
They both smiled, looked up at each other and Carol went back to playing with Beth's pussy, fervently now. Beth started bucking against her fingers, probing in and out against the panties now. I heard Beth breathing heavily. My cock and balls were on fire now, as Deborah licked them. Sandy was still licking the head, probing the hole, just like her mother had. I was screaming inside, and was starting to breathe heavily myself, deeply, wincing against the pain. But my cock was well on the way to getting harder again. I  was confused and dazed. Beth moaned loudly and pushed Carol away slightly, whom I noticed had moved down to suck on her tits again  and was still playing with her pussy. Carol stopped and hissed once more, "Give it to me!"
Beth was shaking now, as she leaned back all the way, her hair flat against my stomach. Carol moved her ass back against the top rail of the headboard. She was barely able to reach Beth's pussy, as she spread her pussy lips and flicked her tongue out against her clit. Beth moaned again and shook. Carol continued to tease her clit with an occasional flick of her tongue as she very slowly pulled Beth's silk panties from her pussy. Beth shook constantly until her panties were all the way out. I was surprised that she could support herself. When the panties came out, I could see they were saturated with Beth's juices. Carol leaned down toward me. "Open up!" she demanded, staring into my eyes. Since I was so distracted again, Carol put one hand on my forehead and pushed downward, drawing my  head back and causing my mouth to drop open. She stuffed the drenched silk panties into my mouth. "Now, suck on them!" she ordered.
I was still lost in all of the feelings I was going through. "Close his mouth." I heard her say to Beth, who was now sitting upright again, trying to catch her breath. "Close your mouth, boy!" Beth hissed at me between breaths. She put her fingers under my chin and forced my mouth closed. She held it there, and Carol pinched my nose closed. "Now suck on them!" she said, "suck all the pussy juice out of Beth's panties". The sudden lack of oxygen helped snap my attention to what was going on with Carol and Beth. I started sucking on Beth's panties desperately, as I tried to get air between my teeth.
Everything was becoming a light blur now. My eyes were watering as the pain in my cock began mixing with a bizarre feeling of pleasure and pain combined. My cock was rock hard again. I heard Deborah tell Sandy to start licking the head of my cock faster and harder. With everything going on, I felt like I was going insane. "Good boy..." Carol hissed, "suck on those panties..." I continued, hoping they would let my mouth open and take them out soon so I could breathe normally. They continued to hold my nose and chin up, and I tasted the juices from Beth's pussy. They were both staring down through their long hair now, saying what a "good lover-boy" I was. They were smiling, giggling. After what seemed like an eternity, they let go and Carol pulled the panties from my mouth. My mouth was dry.
I drew in air as the panties came out. My cock was throbbing again, and the only sensitivity was in the head of my cock as Sandy still had it between her teeth. I found my stomach witching in response now. I couldn't move anything else, but was surprised to see I was getting a physical response of any kind at all.
"Again!" Carol snapped. Beth Bent backwards again as if in total obedience. I watched as Carol folded the silk panties smaller and began pushing them into Beth's pussy again, this time slowly. She licked the fingers of her other hand, and started massaging Beth's clit as she pushed the panties in. Beth instantly started moaning. I heard her say, "Please, get them in, please..." but Carol smiled and took her time, playing with her, teasing her until the panties were all the way in. When they were in, and Carol stopped, Beth started to sit up. "Not yet!" she said with a note of sadism in her voice. "Watch me, boy!" she said, glaring at me. "Pretty soon you'll be doing this to us, and you'd better do it right!"
She pulled the strings of Beth's panties away from the top of her pussy. She parted Beth's pussy lips and started to lick her clit. Beth started moaning and begging, saying she couldn't hold herself up. Carol ignored her, licking all around her clit, pulling it between her lips, sucking on it. Beth was shaking hard now. It was obviously due to both the passion and the effort she was expending trying to keep herself in the leaned-back position. She was losing some control as I felt more of her hair lying on my stomach.
"Now the other way..." I heard Deborah say. I noticed my heart slow down as Sandy's mouth let go of the head of my cock. Her and her mother started licking my balls and up the sides of my cock, just like they did before.  I finally had my breath back. Beth was  shaking almost uncontrollably now, as Carol started to pull the panties from her shaved pussy, still attacking her clit with her tongue. "PLEASE!" I heard Beth scream. She was moving her head  every direction now, like she was possessed, I could feel her  hair thrashing against my body. As the panties slipped from her pussy, I felt wet drops against my chest. Carol stopped when the panties  were out. Beth's shoulders shook with her weight. She obviously  could not raise herself forward yet. She moaned quietly as she shook. Carol took the drenched panties, placed them on my chest, circled my  nipples with them and demanded me to open up again. She quickly  stuffed the panties into my mouth and lifted my chin. Beth had now managed to bring herself forward. She lifted her legs from over my  shoulders and moved down, sliding her hot dripping pussy down my chest and stomach. Carol sat up and watched.
"Take a deep breath, lover-boy!" Beth snapped, still panting. I drew in a deep breath. She pinched my nose closed with one hand and held my chin up with the other, then she started kissing my mouth. I panicked. While she was kissing me, I couldn't breathe. Her lips were fully over mine. I was losing it again. My cock was swelling. It was as though the fear and lack of control were turning me on. I closed my eyes as my brain started giving in to all of the sensations once more.
I could feel my cock pumping again. Beth's mouth was still on mine. The cum from her panties was dripping into my throat, and now my throat was open, waiting, begging for a small gasp of air. I heard Deborah say "Ok, just like I told you, and you won't have a problem." I felt Sandy's mouth cover my cock. She couldn't go all the way down like her mother had, but she knew what to do, and I felt myself coming none the less, as she bobbed up and down on my cock, her tongue running up and down, firmly and quickly. My heart pounded and my brain swirled as Beth let up for a moment. I frantically gasped for air as she said "Come on, suck my panties dry, lover boy!" I got a few breaths in before she locked onto my mouth again. My stomach tensed as I felt my whole system starting to erupt once more. My eyes rolled back as I felt myself coming. Any second I'd be exploding into Sandy's' mouth. I saw Carol stand up over my head. She unhooked her garter  belt and slipped her panties off over her nylons, then she  started hooking the garters back to her nylons. I couldn't keep my  eyes open any more. I started to cum hard. I heard Sandy start to  gag. It felt as though she was trying to stop, but I heard her mother tell her, "do like I said, swallow every time you come up!"  Beth let go of my nose slightly, and I groaned loudly through the small amount of air I could exhale. I felt her lips smile against mine as Sandy kept sucking my cock. As I came, I lost it. Everything went blank.
I was awakened by the feeling of something ice-cold on my crotch. I hollered and tried to sit up. Well, my strength was back, but I was still tied securely to the bed. I opened my eyes wide and looked down at my crotch. Someone put an ice pack down there. "What the ..." I started to shout. The women were all the foot of the bed at Carol's vanity. Carol turned around. "Well, well, lover boy is awake! That bag was on you cock for almost 3 minutes before you woke up!" she said. "Get the damn thing off me!" I shouted. "For shame!" I heard Beth say. "There's a young girl here, you should really watch your mouth! I guess we have to calm you down again." She picked up a syringe off of the dresser, and flicked it with her finger. It was filled and ready. I lowered my voice and begged her not to inject me again. She tilted the needle in her hand and smiled. "Well, we would DEFINITELY have more fun without it... can you keep your voice down and be a little more polite?" I was scared. Genuinely scared. I  agreed. Whatever she wanted, just if she wouldn't stick me with that needle again.
She put the needle down and walked over by me. "Good," she said, "then we're about ready to get started. You really are a woos, you know. I NEVER thought you'd faint." I explained that it was all too intense and that my system just couldn't handle everything at once. I looked around and saw Sandy and her mother were smoking a joint. Carol came over with one and put it to my lips. My eyes must have been opened as big as saucers again. Beth leaned over and told me not to worry. If they'd wanted to drug me again, they'd use the needle. Carol took a long hit off of it, smiled and put it back to my lips. I took a hit, held it briefly, and exhaled. Beth brought over a glass of wine. My mouth had been parched since I was out, so I was very grateful for the wine.
Carol smiled and took another long hit. "Rest and relaxation is over." she said. "Now that you're awake and tied up, the REAL fun begins!" Beth came around to the other side of the bed. "You thought the LAST little session was intense, you haven't seen the half of it!" Beth reached down and took the ice pack off of my cock. She leaned over and put just the tip of her tongue at the base of my cock and licked slowly upward. The feeling of even just the tip of her warm, wet tongue instantly got my senses going. "See why the ice bag?" she said. "You're ready to go! And trust me, we'll have you going all night!".
Even though she said it, I didn't believe it was possible. The last I'd heard, a mans cock could only take so much for so long and needed a rest. Something told me I would be going at it for a while, though.
"Come on, Sandy, you and me, this time." Beth said. Sandy stood up, and I could see what she was wearing now. She was wearing crotchless pantyhose, and no panties. The two of them sat on either side of my waist and bent over and started to lick my cock and balls. My cock started getting hard almost instantly. Carol and Deborah came up by the head of the bed. Carol got her face right up into mine. "Remember what I said?" she hissed. "You're going to get up close with my pussy? Well, up to now, you've been up close with my panties. It's time to get real personal. Let me explain what's going to happen now." Again, her voice was almost evil and at the same time excruciatingly sexy. She straddled my stomach again.
"You're going to suck every one of our pussies. One at a time. We're going to fuck your face and tongue until we cum. twice." She leaned forward and licked the end of my nose. "Twice. We want to cum twice before we change places! And you know what? Someone's going to be watching you, to make sure you suck everything down. And you know why? Because while you're busy with your tongue, someone will be sucking your cock or fucking you until YOU cum! And we're going to drain your cock dry, all the way to your adams apple!" She licked the end of my nose again. Then she kissed me on the mouth, practically sucking my tongue out.
With her tongue still deep in my mouth, she drew her legs up. She pulled away and straddled my head once more, nylons against my ears. She sat back a bit. "Open your mouth." she demanded. I opened it. She put three of her fingers in my mouth against my tongue. "Lick them, make them wet." she commanded. I did what she asked. When she was satisfied, she put her fingers in her pussy and started playing with her clit. "Watch me, lover-boy", she said.
Deborah came up to the head of the bed and sat on the top bar, facing Carol. She had something in her hand. She pulled off her panties and dropped them on the pillow next to my head. What she had in her hand was a vibrator. She switched it on and slowly started playing with her pussy. I got a much closer look at Deborah now. Outside of a slight paunch, It was hard to tell she had given birth to a child at all. She was quite attractive and somewhat slim. She held her pussy lips apart with one hand and started rubbing the vibrator against her clit with the other.  I  noticed  Carol  was  now watching her, while she was finger-fucking herself. She licked her lips as she stared at Deborah's pussy.
My cock had risen fully to the occasion now, and I was enjoying every minute of it, almost oblivious to the fact that I was tied up. Sandy and Beth were licking and sucking my cock like a pair of wild animals, taking turns. Since I could lift my head now, I could see between Carol's legs. Then Carol caught me. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Do you like what they're doing?" I looked back up at her. She smiled and looked back at Deborah, who was obviously getting off on the vibrator. "Wait!" Carol told her and Deborah stopped,  the pleasure showing obviously in her eyes. Carol took the vibrator and started working it in Deborah's pussy, twisting it as she pushed it in and out, deeper each time. Deborah grabbed her own tits and started playing with them. Still finger fucking herself, Carol  leaned forward and started licking and sucking Deborah's clit as  she fucked her with the vibrator. Deborah moaned and slammed her back against the wall. She was breathing heavily in no time at all.
I noticed that the sucking had stopped on my cock and looked down between Carol's legs. I saw Sandy holding my cock upright, then I saw (and felt!) Beth set her pussy down on my cock. She was facing the head of the bed. Her pussy was hot and wet as she started riding up and down my cock. Sandy moved around where she could see. She sat next to my side and leaned over, putting her other hand on the bed over my stomach facing Beth. Her long dark hair was lying on my chest and stomach. Her other hand reached down, her nails lightly scraping the base of my cock as Beth rode slowly up and down.
"Enough of the scenery, lover-boy!" snapped Carol, when she caught me looking again. "Time to go to work!" She moved forward and stuck her pussy in my face. "Suck it, lover-boy!" she commanded. I started licking her clit and up and down her pussy lips. I felt Deborah move down from the head of the bed. In a moment, I saw her face just above the pillows. She looked up at Carol. I couldn't see Carols face now, just pussy, navel and tits. "He's not really putting his heart into it, is he?" Deborah asked. "No, he's not trying hard enough at all..." Carol said. I felt Deborah's hand go under the pillow as she pushed my mouth and nose into Carols pussy. "Suck it harder!" Deborah said. "Her pussy is wet, I want to HEAR you suck her pussy!" There wasn't much choice, as just to breathe, I was sucking Carols  juices into my mouth. Deborah pushed harder. Now I could hardly breathe at all. "Suck it!" I heard Deborah say again." I grunted for air and pulled against the ropes. I realized there was nothing else I could do but try... or suffocate. I stuck my tongue as deep into Carols pussy as I could, I sucked so hard I thought I'd draw her insides out.
"Yes!" Carol screamed as Deborah let me back a little. I was getting air, but my face was still buried in her pussy, sucking and licking her clit, then sucking her pussy. I felt Beth lean back, bending my cock. She was humping faster now. I still felt Sandy's fingers moving around the base of my cock, caressing my balls. Carol started to squirm. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head, as she pushed down harder on my mouth. "Yes, Yes! Suck me!" she screamed as she started moving her pussy all around my mouth, nose and chin. "That's a good boy..." I heard Deborah say. Suddenly, Carol started climaxing. Her juices started pouring into my mouth and on my face. Instinctively, I pulled back, but Deborah quickly pushed my face back into Carol's pussy. "No, lover-boy, don't stop now! Now it's time to suck HARDER!" I sucked on carols wet pussy, as her juices went right into my mouth and down my throat. She jerked and pressed even harder onto my mouth. Nothing else could escape. I was swallowing every drop.
Carol bucked, I sucked... for at least a few more minutes, and then she slowed down and heaved a heavy sigh. She lifted off of my face. "Did you like that? Did it taste good? I hope so..." She looked at Deborah and winked. Deborah, who still had her hand under the pillows, jerked my face up into Carol's pussy again. "Round two" they both chirped at once. I tried to say, "I can't", but my mouth was so tight against Carols pussy that it was muffled. Carol started rocking back and forth against my mouth and nose; she would twitch as her clit passed over my nose. Deborah held my face tight against Carol's pussy. "Suck it, lover-boy! You're not done 'till she comes again!"
I started sucking her hole again; my face was so close that my nose was constantly rubbing her still wet clit. I felt her jerk. She was obviously still sensitive, but she wanted more, and I obviously had to give it or "drown" in it. I mustered up everything I could and started licking her hole and leaned my head back to lick and suck her clit again. She was wilder now, constantly moving her pussy on my mouth and face. She was going to make me work for it this time. When her pussy slid off of my face while she was bucking, Deborah quickly put my face back. In one way, it seemed like forever, yet, in another, it felt fantastic... but soon, I felt her starting to tighten up again, as she drove her pussy down onto my mouth.  "Suck me, lover-boy, suck me harder!" she screamed as she started to cum. This time Deborah knew that she was climaxing and held my head up firmly. Carol came again. Again, I had no choice but to suck down every bit of her cum. Deborah didn't let my head go, as Carol screamed "Yes, Yes! Suck me!" Finally, Carol lifted off of my face and fell  on the bed next to me. She was panting and biting her lower lip. The air was cool against my face, since it was wet with Carols cum.
Just then, I felt Beth slip off of my cock. I looked down as Beth held my cock. Sandy leaned over right away and started sucking it, licking the head. Beth moved to the head of the bed. "Yes!" Carol said and moved down. She touched Sandy's back and Sandy sat up. Carol jumped over my cock and put it in her wet hot pussy. She started riding up and down slowly. I looked up just in time to see Deborah assume the position over my face. "Don't get comfortable YET, lover-boy!" she said. "Close your mouth!" She snapped. I obeyed as she leaned over my face. "Leave it closed!" she ordered. I could see she was still wet, either from the handling Carol gave her, or she was taking care of herself as she was handling my head. She held her pussy lips apart and brought her pussy down on my nose.
She started moving her hips in a circle as her clit slid around my nose. She did this for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered her pussy down onto my nose and let go of her pussy lips. My nose was now trapped in her hot pussy. I started to open my mouth and felt someone's hand holding it closed. Deborah's ass and thighs covered my mouth. She slid slowly back and forth, her pussy lips sliding up and down with my nose inside. I started pulling on the ropes, trying to pull myself away, to no avail. Carol began riding my cock harder as she felt me squirm and pull. Deborah started pushing down harder. I thought I was going to suffocate, when Deborah lifted off of my face. All I could smell now was Deborah's pussy juices, and I saw Beth let go of my chin. I was gasping for air.
"Smell good?" Deborah asked. "Now see how it tastes!" She brought her pussy back down on my mouth, and I began licking her hole and her clit. My jaw and tongue was sore now, and I was trying to take it somewhat easy. I felt someone's hand go under the pillows and looked up to see Beth just before my mouth was buried in Deborah's pussy. "You're not trying!" Beth said. I felt like crying as I moved my tongue deeper into Deborah's hole and started to suck. I pulled vainly against the ropes, knowing how hard it was going to be to do this again so soon.
I felt someone touching my balls. They were dragging their nails lightly between my asshole and my balls while Carol was fucking me, she would stop to handle and caress them. I knew it had to be Sandy. I began to feel the cycle starting. I sucked with all the energy I had on Deborah's pussy. She pulled her pussy back, and told me to suck on her clit. She was very wet now, and I started to taste her pussy juices. I felt my cock swell as I grew closer to climaxing. Carol started pumping harder and faster. I sucked Deborah's clit into my mouth, licking it with my tongue. Deborah twitched and started bucking in light jerks. I went back to her hole and started sucking there. She moved her hips in a circular motion, moving my head around as I sucked and licked her hole.
I jerked as I felt myself starting to cum. Carol was now riding my cock like a wild animal and it seemed her pussy was clamped onto my cock. I strained against the ropes as I started to cum, exploding into Carol's pussy. Carol fucked me vigorously as I came. I was breathing heavily into Deborah's hot pussy as I tried to continue sucking. I felt Carol get off of my cock and felt someone's mouth on my cock, up and down, sucking the cum from my cock.
As I peaked, I slowed down on Deborah's pussy. She pressed down on my mouth and rotated her hips slowly. "Did that feel good, lover-boy?" she asked. "Does it feel good?" Her pussy was wet and hot on my mouth and nose as she kept rotating. Someone's mouth moved onto my cock. Again, her teeth closed around the head of my cock and started licking the head hungrily. I knew it was Sandy. Again, my cock was sensitive. It was more intense now, since I wasn't under the influence of the drug. I strained against the ropes hard and grunted against the pain. Deborah stopped and pushed her pussy down onto my face. Beth pushed upward. "Suck it!" they both demanded as I squirmed against the ropes. I sucked Deborah's pussy with a vengeance now, if nothing else, just to try to shut out the pain. I was pulling hard on the ropes now, with the vain hope that I could move my sensitive cock away from Sandy's mouth. I heard and felt her laugh.
"Ooooh, that's good!" Deborah sighed. "Much better!" Her pussy grew wetter as she started moving around again on my mouth. I heard Beth breathing through her teeth. "Gooood Boy!" Beth hissed, as she eased the pressure on the pillows. It wasn't helping tone down the pain I was getting in my cock. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes again as I frantically worked Deborah's pussy. Deborah kept bucking against my face as I felt her starting to cum. The way she was bucking, I had to breathe through my nose when I had the chance, and I was starting to get her juices in my nostrils. Of course, the instant reaction was to draw back to clear my nose. A mistake again.
Beth pushed my face into her pussy again. Moving my mouth, I got a little air around her crotch and continued working on her pussy. Her cum flowed into the back of my throat until I had to swallow. She bucked for a few more moments, stopped and lifted her pussy from my face. "Please stop!" I begged immediately, tugging frantically at the ropes. "Give me a break, please!" I said and looked down at Sandy. Sandy was between by spread legs, licking on the head of my cock. She looked up at me as her eyes seemed to light up. She seemed to be enjoying torturing me. Deborah turned and looked down at Sandy, then back at me, smiling. "You see, we can't do that, lover-boy." she  said. We have to keep you climaxing. Don't worry, it will feel good soon enough. But I'LL give you a break, a break from my pussy... Here..." she said smiling. She turned around and lowered her ass to my face. "Lick my crack!" she said. "All of it!"
I drew my head back. "No, no!" I heard Beth say. "She said to lick her crack!" She pushed my head up so my nose went right to Deborah's butt-hole. "Lick it!" She said. I started licking between Deborah's pussy and her butthole. Beth let go of the pillows. She grabbed my hair and chin, and started moving my face up and down, from Deborah's pussy, along her crack practically up to her  back. "NOW, lover-boy", she demanded, "Lick it all!" I started to lick the whole path she demanded as Deborah moved it up and down for me. "Mmmmmm, that's it", I heard Deborah whisper.
"I think he needs help here." I heard Carols voice say. "Oh, we have THAT!" Beth answered. I was starting to feel the pleasure-pain sensation in my cock again, but it wasn't getting hard. Beth moved from the head of the bed to Carol's dresser. She was out of sight for a moment. All I could see was Deborah's ass in my face. Beth came back into view. She had a vibrator in her hand. She put the end of it in her mouth and wet it, Her saliva dripped from it as she took it out of her lips. She walked out of view again, then came back. "This should be interesting!" she said as she leaned back down on the bed next to my head. I felt the vibrator buzzing against the inside of my thigh for a few seconds, and I could feel Sandy changing  positions still licking and sucking on the head of my cock. It felt like Carol had taken her place between my legs as she slid the vibrator around the base of my cock and balls. A chill shot through me as I squirmed against the ropes.
I was licking Deborah's ass all over now as I felt my cock start getting hard. I couldn't believe it was getting hard again. "The best part, Beth, the best part!" I heard Carol say to Beth. Beth grabbed my hair and pulled my face from Deborah's ass. "You know what Deborah likes, lover-boy?" she asked. "She likes you to lick her asshole." She said. "She wants you to wet it real good, and put your tongue in it, as far as it will go." I saw Deborah's hands reach around and spread her cheeks wide open. Beth pushed my mouth to her hole. "Get to work, lover-boy! Make her real happy!" The thought turned my stomach, but I was not in a position to argue. I pretty much guessed it wasn't possible to put my tongue inside her hole  anyway. I licked her hole wet, hesitating to struggle for saliva  in my mouth now. Her hole was twitching against my tongue.
My cock was hard now, as the wet vibrator was still sliding around the base of my cock and my balls. The pain was almost gone, and it was starting to feel good. "Now," Beth demanded "Put your tongue in her asshole." I couldn't believe she expected me to be able to push my tongue through her tight hole. I tried a couple of times, but it wouldn't go in. "You've got to try harder!" Beth hissed. I pushed as hard as I could with my tongue, one time after another. I could tell Beth still had one hand on the back of my head and was playing with Deborah's pussy with the other. I felt someone run their finger from my asshole to my balls and around them "Right there..." I heard Carol say. Carol got up on my cock again and started humping. Sandy had taken over with the vibrator. She was sliding it up and down where Carol had shown her. It was tremendous. In my excitement, I had failed to notice that Deborah's hole had started giving way to my tongue as I probed. The tip of my tongue  was pushing in. My tongue was starting to hurt again because of  the effort it was taking, but I pushed even more. Beth's fingers were working hard on Deborah's pussy as I worked on her ass.
Beth had eased the pressure on the back of my head and was now running her fingers through my hair gently. "Good, good..." she seemed to moan. Her voice was low and sexy as she was obviously turning on to the whole thing. This seemed to last forever, as my brain started going into orbit again over the sensations that were going on in my body. I felt my arms and legs relax. All my efforts and thoughts were on what I was doing and what was happening to me. I had actually probed Deborah's hole open a little. I licked up and down by her hole, and then stuck my tongue in as far as I could. Deborah started to twitch again. First slowly, then harder and faster. "Yes, Yes!" I heard her say.... She jumped off of my face, turned around and pushed her pussy at my mouth again.
I was so turned on, that I immediately started licking and sucking her pussy. I licked around her clit, moved down along her pussy lips, probed into her hole and sucked the juices from her. She jerked uncontrollably as her cum poured into my mouth. I thought about turning to avoid some of it, but I remembered what had happened  before. I really did appreciate air. So it all ran down my throat. In a moment, she snatched herself off of my face and fell onto the bed beside me. My face was wet again from her cum and the air was cool. I looked down at Carol, who was riding my cock and panting, occasionally biting her lower lip. I grit my teeth, as I felt myself coming. I  pulled tight on the ropes, now grabbing them with my hands. I closed my eyes.
I exploded into Carol again, with loud gasps, then sighs. I was again drowning in the feeling of climax. When I had climaxed and started to relax, I opened my eyes. Beth was standing next to me with the syringe. "What?" I asked. "Break time!" she said. I asked why she was going to use the needle. She said it was time for everyone to "wash up", and she didn't want any trouble out of me. Carol and Deborah had moved by my legs and waist to roll my hip over for the needle. As one could probably guess, I REALLY didn't want to go that route again. I desperately SWORE that I wouldn't make any trouble, and that I'd do whatever they wanted, as long as she didn't use the needle again. Carol wasn't sure.
She reminded me that I said I'd never allow this to happen and she was afraid that I'd do anything to get out. My heart was pounding, as it seemed like she was going to convince Beth to give me the shot. Beth stood there with the syringe, thinking for a few moments. "I'll trust you for now." she finally said. "I'm keeping it ready. If you try to get away, I'll inject you anyway. It'll probably hurt worse when you're trying to get away. And you don't have any clothes, we hid them. So if you did get out, you know you'd wind up somewhere OUTSIDE laying stark naked and helpless." She'd made her point.
Sandy was sitting by Carol's vanity while Beth, Carol and Deborah started untying the ropes. When I was untied, all three of them stood beside the bed and told me to get up. Beth had picked up the syringe again. As I brought my arms down, and bent my knees, they were stiff and painful. I bent my arms and legs a few times to loosen the muscles. Beth smiled "A little stiff are we?" she said. "A lot." I mumbled. I finally stood up, stumbled, and Deborah pushed me toward the bedroom door. We walked into Carol's bathroom. Beth asked me if I had to "do anything" while I was in there. I thought she was kidding. I had to go so bad I thought my bladder was going to explode. She told me to "sit down and do it" then. I really don't understand why, but I felt embarrassed doing it with them in the bathroom. I was also in no position to argue. Carol had locked the door with a key from the inside. I noticed Sandy had not come with them.
Afterward, they had me sit on the commode lid as the three of them took a shower together. The shower was pretty big. When all three of them stood, they could still easily reach anywhere on each others bodies. The showerhead was one of the extended hose types. It hung from a line high in the shower, where it could be slid back and forth. They took turns in the middle, washing each other, washing their tits, pussies, and asses, kissing each other. I imagine that under any other situation, I would have probably gotten a great hard on. I suppose it was because I was so sore and drained. But it was beautiful to watch.
When they were done, Deborah stepped out of the shower. Beth and Carol were still there, their long hair now wet and lying pressed against their backs. Deborah dried off a little, and told me to stand up. Beth and Carol stood facing each other. Since they had been taking turns washing each other, the showerhead was still aimed into the middle, between them. "Well, get in!" Deborah said with a little push. I stepped into the shower and under the water between Carol and Beth. Carol gently pinched the head of my cock between her finger and thumb. "The rods" she said. There was the curtain rod on one side of the shower, and towel rod about shoulder height on the wall next to her. I reached up and to the left with one hand and took hold of the shower rod, and reached to the right and took the towel rod with the other. "Let's get started, lover-boy", Beth said.
Deborah stayed out of the shower and pulled the shower curtains closed up to my hand. Carol moved the shower nozzle so it wasn't spraying directly on us and started lathering up the soap. Beth moved right up to my ear and started talking to me, teasing me. "So, Carol tells me you said you'd never be in this position. You'd never be tied up or used. Funny how things happen, isn't it?" I didn't know what to say. Her hands were moving around through the water streaming down the cheeks of my ass. "How do you feel? Weak? A little tired? You know, you're still ours for the rest of the night. Did you know you've only been here for four hours? It's only eleven o'clock. We're going to keep you until we're done with you. If you're lucky, you might be out of here by eight in the morning." My knees went weak just at the thought of it. I really didn't think it was possible for me to keep my sanity that long.
Carol handed the soap past me to Beth, who started lathering up a wash rag. Carol started to wash my shoulders and chest. She stopped to lightly tease my nipples with the slippery lather, and I felt them get hard, but my cock was sore and limp. Beth handed the soap back to Carol. "Close your eyes..." Beth, said. I closed my eyes and she started washing my face and neck with the wash rag. Carol had lathered up again and was continuing down my stomach just above my crotch. I felt Beth step beside me and reach for the shower nozzle. I heard her rinse out the wash rag, and then she sprayed my face.
While the water was running on my face, I thought I heard the door open and close. The water felt hot, but also good on my tired body. I started to take my right hand off of the towel rod for the wash rag. "No, no, no, loverboy!" Beth said. "We'll take care of this." She stood beside me and wiped the running water off of my face with the wash rag. She had apparently handed the shower nozzle to Carol. She was rinsing off my chest and stomach. Beth was lathering up again, and soon started to wash my back. When Carol was done, she took the soap and started to wash my legs. Beth had washed my back and the cheeks  of my ass and was apparently waiting for Carol. When Carol was finished, she took the shower nozzle, rinsed off my legs from the front and handed the nozzle to Beth. Beth rinsed off my back and ass.
"Stay right there." Carol said, as she pulled the shower curtain open. Carol stepped out, and I saw Sandy, completely naked for the first time. Her tits were somewhat large for her age, but the rest of her body was incredibly young and firm. Her long, wavy dark brown hair was over shoulders front and back. Beth was still behind me in the shower. Sandy's' eyes fixed on mine. The top of her head was about to my nose level as she stepped into the shower, face to face with me, watching me. Her  expression  and  movements  were  those  of anticipation and apprehension. She didn't know what to expect. Neither did I.
Beth handed Sandy the soap. Sandy only glanced away from my eyes long enough to take it. The water was cascading through her hair from behind and down the front of her body. Her nipples were hard and sticking out against the streaming water. Deborah stepped into the shower behind her daughter. She put her hands on Sandy's' shoulders and while she was lathering her hands, Sandy knelt, one knee at a time in front of me. She was still looking up directly at my eyes. Deborah hung up the shower nozzle so it was on Sandy, flowing down her left side. She knelt behind her daughter and was also looking at me. Beth, still behind me, bent down and reached between my legs. She grabbed my balls in her hand and squeezed. "Spread 'em" she hissed. I spread my legs open to each side of the shower. I felt her other hand reach around the side. I looked down to see her tie a small piece of twine around my cock, against my balls. The twine was pretty thick and was tied loosely. Beth stood up, leaned close to my ear and said "Enjoy!" Then she stepped out of the shower.
Sandy's hands were full of lather now. She placed her hands and the bar of soap on my cock and started massaging my cock and balls. One hand slid up into the crack of my ass, moved up, and back to my balls. The other was pressing the soap against my cock, sliding it back and forth against my stomach, lathering up even more. She was still staring up at me. The smooth, soft lather felt good against my sore cock, and the sensation made my cock start to get hard. Deborah had her own bar of soap, and had started washing Sandy's shoulders and back. Sandy would glance at my cock once in a while and look back up at me. She was still moving one hand slowly up and down the crack of my ass and lathering my cock with the other. My whole crotch was covered in thick lather when she put the soap down. My cock was getting hard. Now I noticed that the twine on the base of my cock was getting tight.
As my cock got hard, Sandy started fingering my asshole and stroking my cock.  As  one would expect, the slippery lather was giving  me unbelievable sensations. My knees were getting weak. My eyes were half closed as I looked down. Sandy's eyes were also half-closed, head back, looking up at me. She was licking her lips as her mother washed her breasts and stomach from behind. She was stroking my cock up and down gently. Suddenly, she opened her eyes a little more, bit her lower lip and shoved one of her fingers into my asshole. I put a death grip on the shower and towel rods as my knees buckled. She stopped stroking my cock and gripped it in her hand. She started sliding her thumb around the head of my cock as she moved the finger in and out of my asshole. It was hard to stand up.
After a few moments of playing with the head of my cock, she stopped and picked up the soap again. She lathered and started again. She immediately slid her finger into my asshole and started moving it in and out. She started stroking my cock. It felt so good, I was hardly aware anymore of the tight twine around my cock. After a short time, I felt her put two fingers into my asshole. At first it was painful, but as she slowly moved her fingers in and out, it began to feel good again.
I felt my cock start pumping. I was going to cum. Or so I thought. Sandy kept stroking my cock and probing my asshole. The feeling was intense. I felt my hips start moving. "This is where it gets fun..." I heard Deborah say to her daughter. I was just waiting for it to happen. But it wasn't happening. All the sensation, all the feeling was there, on the brink of orgasm, but it wouldn't happen. My cock was pumping, I was tense, waiting, but it wouldn't come. I realized it had to be the damn twine. I moaned... it was  torment... it had to be worse than teasing a man dying of thirst with a glass of water he couldn't reach. Sandy put down the soap  again, and kept stroking my cock firmly and slowly, she kept probing  my ass. My cock kept throbbing, waiting to explode. I thought I was going to cry. I was practically hanging from the shower rod; it was bending with my weight.
It kept going on and on, Sandy's fingers in my ass, stroking my cock, my balls begging for release. I was panting, gritting my teeth. The water rushing in the shower was only like a distant rainstorm in my head. I didn't think I could stand up any more and thought about dropping to my knees, it didn't matter what they did to me, I couldn't take it any more. "Ok" I heard Deborah say, and Sandy stopped. My cock was still throbbing and my bowels felt like they were in knots. Deborah took the nozzle off of the line and rinsed Sandy off, then handed it to her. She rinsed my crotch and ass with the warm water. My cock jumped every time she touched it to rinse it off, rock hard, begging to cum. The shower curtain opened and Beth and Carol stepped in behind me. Now it was pretty tight, even in THIS shower. Carol held my hand to the shower rod and Beth held the other to the towel rod. "Don't even think of letting go" Carol snapped.
"Now, let's calm 'loverboy' down" Deborah said. I saw her reach over to the faucets. She suddenly turned off the hot water. The water got cold quickly, Sandy jumped back into her mother to keep from getting splashed and started giggling. The cold water hit my cock and crotch like ice. I gripped the rods again as my cock started shriveling up in response to the cold water. I took a deep breath and held it until they stopped. Carol and Beth let go of my hands. Sandy reached up and took the twine from my cock. She stood up and they all stepped from the shower.
"Come on, loverboy..." The bottom edge of the shower was only a couple of inches high, but I was so weak, I almost tripped over it as I stepped out. My balls felt like basketballs. Each one of them took a towel and started drying me off. Sandy dried off my cock and crotch. I can tell she was trying to do it slowly and gently, but it still felt like she was pushing my balls around with a brick. I was flinching. "What's the matter?" Carol asked. "Sensitive, are we?"  Her sarcasm was pretty obvious. We walked into the bedroom. I must have been walking like a bowl-legged cowboy. Beth picked up the syringe. "You're going to assume the position, right?" she asked. I reminded her I'd do anything as long as she didn't stick me with the needle again. I laid down on the bed and stretched out. All four tied me to the bed.
Sandy came up close to my face, looked me in the eyes and turned to her mother. "Can I kiss him?" she asked. "You can do whatever you want" Deborah told her. "He don't mind." Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue parted my lips and probed so deep into my mouth I thought I was getting a tonsillectomy. She pulled slowly away, licking my upper lip, then the tip of my nose. Beth was sitting beside me on the bed. She reached over and gently caressed my balls. I flinched with pain. "What's the matter, loverboy? Still a little painful? We're going to take care of that right now, right, Sandy?" Beth said. "But it's your turn to take care of Sandy." Carol spoke up... "We're going to go out and get us something to eat, have to keep our strength, don't we?"
Carol and Deborah started getting dressed. Beth was putting on a fresh pair of panties. "We'll take care of poor loverboy" Beth said "Ready, Sandy?". Sandy was putting her crotchless pantyhose back on. She smiled and hissed "Yesssss! Can I do it any way I want to?" she asked Beth. "Whatever you want to do." Beth told her.
Beth moved between my legs, put one hand on each of my thighs and began licking my cock. When Sandy was done putting her hose back on, she smiled and pounced onto the bed like a playful child. She sat on my chest, her knees on each side of my head. Her weight was almost negligible. Her pussy was only inches from my face. Her pussy was small, and had a much less hair yet than the other women (other than Beth of course). She smiled like the sexy little teenager she was, and started licking her fingers. She put her wet fingers into her pussy and started playing with herself. With her other hand, she started playing with her nipples and rubbing her tits.  Surprisingly, my cock was responding quickly, but my balls still hurt.
Beth started licking a little harder against my cock. Sandy licked her fingers again and continued to play with her pussy. She stared down through half closed eyes as she moved her fingers around her clit and pushed them into her pussy. She really was at least somewhat new at this, because she was already getting wet; her pussy was glistening in the light of the table lamp. As she kept moving her fingers around her tits and pussy, her hips started moving in slow circles against my chest. Beth sucked my now-hard cock into her mouth and started licking the head. I gasped. Sandy smiled and looked to see what Beth was doing, but she continued pumping herself with her fingers and moving her ass. She started breathing heavy and stopped fondling herself.
Sandy quickly moved forward and put her pussy over my face. "Do it!" she said. There was hardly the authority and firmness in her voice as I heard from the other women, but I lifted my head and started licking her pussy, from her crotch to her clit with the tip of my tongue. Beth stopped sucking for a moment and told her "MAKE him do it! Put his face in it! MAKE him suck your pussy!" Suddenly she giggled and pushed her pussy down onto my mouth, moving her hips in circles against my face. I licked and sucked through her young pussy lips as if I was licking an ice-cream bowl clean. She started bucking  against my face. She was nearly starting to cum already. Beth had started sucking up and down on my cock, stopping once every few seconds to tease the head. It could have been the excitement of sucking a beautiful young girl's pussy or just the way Beth was sucking my cock, but I knew I wasn't going to last long.
Sandy started moaning, "Oh, oh, yes, yessss" as she started thrashing against the probing of my tongue. I could feel that her pussy was wet on my nose and mouth. Beth was now sucking my cock as if in a frenzy. Sandy moaned loudly and bucked a couple of times as I felt a few drops of her juices flow onto my face and neck. She slumped over toward the head of the bed and quickly lifted her pussy from my face.
I felt myself starting to cum again, my cock was pulsing. I thought my balls were going to literally explode. It must have been only a second away that Beth stopped, and I felt her pressing against the base of my cock. "Geeeez"! I screamed "Please!". My cock with pumping against the pressure of her fingers, slowing down. "No way!" Beth smiled and said. When my cock stopped throbbing, my balls were in pain once again. "Why?!" I begged. She came up by the head of the bed. "Because you have to do for Sandy what you do for us! Sandy, sit back down on his face." Sandy was breathing heavy. "What? Oh, no, that's ok, I don't think I can..." she said. "Sure you can..." Beth said. "Just keep going... it will be a little sensitive for a while, but it will feel good real fast." Sandy's small tits were still hanging above my face as she was leaning over me. She looked down at me and smiled. "Ok, I'll try..." she said. "Good girl." Beth said and went back down by my cock.
Sandy gently set her pussy back down by my mouth. I put my tongue out and flicked it at her still visible clit. She flinched back at first and gasped, then moved closer again. As I licked at her pussy, she moved slowly back and forth against my mouth, stopping just short of her clit. Gradually, she began to be able to stay longer against the licking and probing. She began panting again, putting her weight down against my face. I felt Beth playing with my asshole as she sucked my cock. I was quickly reaching my peak again. Now my balls felt like a pair of steel bearings just grabbed from the fire. I could tell Sandy was already on the verge of orgasm as well. She reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her pussy. She was breathing hard through clenched teeth. I don't think it was so much an act of forcefulness as it was of climax.
She began to cum on my face, panting and gasping loudly now, thrashing, occasionally looking down at me through her now half-dry hair. More so than the older women, she was like a crazed animal, climaxing hard and out of control, shaking and bucking. Finally, she fell onto the bed beside me, breathing like she'd just run a marathon, quivering all over, like a scared kid.
Beth obviously saw her and started sucking my cock hard and fast. The woman was doing crazy things to my cock with her tongue. Sandy lay there for a moment catching her breath. She sat up on one side toward me and licked my ear. "Are you ok?" she asked. I started to say, "I'm fine", and halfway through, felt myself starting to cum. I strained against the ropes, startling Sandy at first. Then she smiled, obviously knowing what was happening. She licked her fingers, and started playing with one of my nipples. She smiled, leaned over and started licking the other one. I clenched my teeth.
Inside, I was just praying that Beth would let me cum this time. She did. My cock started pumping, and I strained with all I had against the ropes. I pulled so hard they were hurting my wrists as I exploded into Beth's mouth. She didn't stop; she kept sucking everything down, drawing every drop from my cock. She went from a fast frantic pace to a slow deliberate pace as I ran dry. She kept sucking, gently and slowly, looking up at me, waiting for the inevitable. And of course, it came. My cock started complaining, as it grew sensitive to her slowly teasing tongue. "Geez!" I said as I suddenly pulled against the ropes. She stopped.
"While we're waiting for your mother and Carol, why don't you join me down here?" Beth asked Sandy. "Ooooooo, so soon?" Sandy asked. "He's a big boy, he can take it...." Beth smiled. "Aw, c'mon!" I begged. "I'm dyin' here!". Sandy smiled and moved down by Beth. Each one started gently licking my now super-sensitive cock and balls. "Oh, Geez!" I practically screamed and fought the ropes. Beth got up. She moved to the foot of the bed and picked up a pair of panties from the floor. "These are yours, aren't they?" she asked Sandy. "Yes..." she replied almost politely. Beth picked up her silk panties that she was wearing before and one of her white nylons. She put the panties together and walked up by the head of the bed. "Now open up, loverboy." she said. I promised I wouldn't yell any more. "I don't think you'll be able to help it for a little while, and I don't want the neighbors to hear you, so open up, or we'll have to have Sandy squeeze something a little down there." 'Nuff said. I opened my mouth. She pushed their panties into my mouth, then tied them in with her nylon stocking, around the back of my head. "Now where were we?"  she said with a smile and went back down with Sandy between my legs.
Beth hesitated, then touched Sandy's arm and they both got up and left the bedroom. I heard them whispering for a few moments and they both came back in. Beth and Sandy hopped back on the bed between my legs. It was really difficult now. I didn't know what to do. Have you ever felt so helpless, so defeated that you just wanted to resign yourself to your fate? Just cry, and let it all happen? That's where I was. For the majority of the time, it was beautiful.  Even the parts involving submission, obedience, and in a weird sort of way, even the occasional sensitivity and pain. But there were limits, weren't there? How long could I endure this?
I was beginning to wonder if I was some kind of woos. Was I too weak for this? Well, there WERE four of them and one of me. But then this should be heaven, right? I mean, there are guys that would probably give their eye teeth for this aren't there? I took a couple of deep breaths through my nose and just submitted to what they were doing. The pain would subside. It had before. "Thaaats it..." I heard Beth say. "Just relax, enjoy it. It'll get better again." It was as if she read my mind. I was so exhausted from the last climax that I just let my cock and ass muscles twitch from the small twangs of pain as the two of them worked over my cock. I closed my eyes and waited, now taking shorter, faster breaths. And as before, it started again.
The pleasure began returning, my cock started getting hard. They were taking their time, both of them, licking my cock up and down the sides, one sometimes stopping at the head while the other continued on the underside of my cock and my balls. I was glad they were being gentle. Beth stopped and told Sandy to keep going. Beth left the bedroom as Sandy kept licking my cock slowly and gently. Occasionally she would stop and hold my cock as she gently licked the head. One time, she gently scraped the head with her teeth. I flinched, grunted and looked down. She was smiling up at me, then went back to work on my cock.
A few moments later, Beth came back in with a jar. When she got in closer, I saw it was a honey jar. It had a stick with a knob on it like the old time jars. She tapped Sandy. Sandy moved to the side and looked up at her. "Ooooo" she moaned, still holding my cock upright. Beth kneeled over me on the bed, opened the honey jar and took the stick out of the honey. She let the honey drip onto the head of my cock, all around it. It ran down my cock, onto Sandy's hand and down onto my balls. Beth put the lid back onto the honey jar.
She got back onto the bed with Sandy and they started licking the honey off of my cock. The stickiness of the honey and their warm tongues made my cock get harder much faster. They were cleaning the honey off of my cock and crotch everywhere. I closed my eyes and once again relaxed in the sensation.
Sandy stopped and asked Beth if she could use the honey. She brought the honey up by my chest and let a little run over my nipples and down the center of my chest. She carefully closed the honey jar, set it down and began licking the honey from one my nipples. Beth sucked my cock into her mouth and gently fondled my balls with her fingers. The sensations heightened, and by the time Sandy switched to the other nipple, I began feeling the throbbing again in my cock. She was looking up at me as my eyes closed slightly. I was breathing slowly and steadily now through my nose, taking long deep breaths. As she licked down my chest, I started to cum. Obviously, this time was all for me, as Beth kept sucking on my cock, slowly and firmly.
I came in a rush. I grunted and grabbed a deep breath through my nostrils, pulling against the ropes, my eyes closed. After a few moments, I was drained, and Beth stopped. Sandy smiled and got up from the bed. She walked into the bathroom and brought out a warm wash rag. She gently cleaned the honey from my chest and crotch, smiling and looking at me as she worked. I was waiting anxiously for them to remove the panties from my mouth. Surprisingly, my cock wasn't so sensitive this time as she gently cleaned it off.
Beth went into the washroom. I heard the water running and after a few seconds she came out. She was carrying a large metal bowl. It must have had hot water in it, as it was steaming and she was carrying it so carefully. She set the bowl on the dresser and walked back into the bathroom. Sandy joined her. A moment later, Beth came back out, and she had a small pink leather-like bag in her hand. It sounded like Sandy was running the water again. My mouth was getting dry from the "gag" and I tried to say "hey" as Beth walked by. Of course, it only sounded like a muffled grunt.
Beth put the bag down on the dresser. She came to the head of the bed, smiled at me, sat down and picked up the phone. She dialed a number and waited. "Kim? Are you busy?" she asked. She looked down at me after a few seconds and said, "Yes, we have company". I had no idea what she was up to, and I was in no position to ask. "Great! This should get a lot more interesting! See you in a few minutes?.... Bye bye!" She hung up the phone.
Just then, Sandy came out of the bathroom with the wash rag and what looked like a small shower curtain. "I've never heard of this kind of thing before." Sandy said. Beth responded... "It's what she did in Korea. I've been with her when she's done it once before. It's amazing, as far as I'm concerned." Beth turned to me and smiled. "You're in for a real treat." She looked up at the clock on the stand next to the bed. "You know, it's only just after 1:00. We still have a LOT of time to use you." Sandy's voice said, "Use him UP, you mean....". I looked over at her, and she was biting her lip and shaking her head as if in disbelief.
Beth got up; turned around, put her hands on the bed and her face close to mine. She licked the end of my nose. Her breath still smelled like honey. "You're going to like Kim," she said. "She's gentle, sweet, and VERY, VERY good at what she does. There's one thing she does I'd say feels incredibly, incredibly good. Let's see. Can you imagine... No, never mind, I'll save it for a surprise." As she said the last words, she smiled a big smile shook her long blonde hair across my face. I moaned, again trying to plead with her to remove the gag, but she pushed herself up from the bed.
"Give me a hand" she told Sandy. Beth stood on one side of the bed and Sandy walked over to the other. Beth took the material Sandy had brought out and pushed it under my back and legs. Sandy reached under me and pulled it through. Beth reached beside the dresser and took out a small breakfast-type table. She set it over my stomach. She put wash rag into the bowl of still steaming water and put the bowl onto the table. "Don't move around now." she said. "We wouldn't want to spill this". She walked back to the dresser and picked up the pink bag. "And besides that, we wouldn't want to cut anything off,  would we?" She took a pair of scissors out of the bag, and set the bag on the table.
My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I grunted as loud as I could and pulled on the ropes. Panic kept me from reasoning what she might be doing and I almost knocked the bowl off of the tray. Beth quickly grabbed the bowl and held it steady. She still held the scissors in one hand. She frowned. "Sandy, would you get me the syringe off of the dresser, please?" I took a deep breath through my nostrils and grunted "Uh-Uh, Uh-uh." Sandy got up and walked to the dresser.
Beth sighed, looked at the scissors and hesitated. "You don't really think we'd HURT you, do you?" she asked. "If we hurt you, how would we going to keep having fun with you?" She let go of the bowl and put her hands on the table. "Look. Relax. I'm NOT going to hurt you. We're going to clean you up down here. I'm a nurse, remember... Now you have me concerned that you'll hurt yourself. Should we give you the shot now, or will you just relax?" I shook my head and took a deep breath and tried to relax. My jaws were beginning to get sore from straining against the panties and stocking in my mouth. Relaxing helped ease the tension. Beth turned away and motioned for Sandy to join her again.
I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that it was going to be ok. I felt their hands touching and gently pulling my hairs, and I heard the scissors cutting. I tried to think of other things. I was looking around the room, occasionally closing my eyes to block  out the "trimming". After a few minutes, Beth turned and pulled the wash rag out of the still steaming water. She wrung it out a little and wrapped it around my cock and into my crotch. I flinched from the hot rag, but it wasn't unbearable. She repeated this about four times. The rag was always wet enough so a few drops ran down my crotch and onto the material beneath.
Beth opened the bag again and pulled out a can of shaving cream. She handed it to Sandy. Then she pulled out a razor. Now, I was not at all comfortable with this, but I was frustrated, scared and still trying to convince myself that this would be ok.... nurse, or no nurse. I couldn't see what was going on, because Beth and the bowl of water were in the way. I could see Sandy looking up at me. I heard the shaving cream spray as she looked down at her hands for a moment. She threw her long hair back as she looked at me again. She put the can on the table. She put her hands together and then I felt her spreading the shaving cream onto my crotch. "All over." I heard Beth tell her. "Down there, too".
Between my cock being all wore out and the apprehension of having it shaved, getting a thrill from this was the LAST thing on my mind. I quickly noticed a cool sensation and realized the shaving cream must have been mentholated. My whole crotch was soon so "hot-cool" that I turned my full attention down at Beth and Sandy. Beth spun her head around, and biting her lip, held up the razor and said, "I think we're ready. Real still now."
I felt her start shaving at the lower part of my stomach. She was almost down by my cock when I thought I heard the apartment door open. I looked up, and after a few seconds, Carol and Deborah came into the room. They had a couple of bags with them. "Food's Here!" Deborah said. Carol saw what was going on, put her bag down on the vanity and ran over to the edge of the bed next to me. "Oooooo, shaving time!" she chirped. She put her nails lightly into my sides. "Can I tickle him, Beth? Huh? Please?". I pushed my head back into the pillow and winced. "Oh now, YOU ARE BAD!" Beth said, laughing. "I don't  think we'd like that!". "Awwwwww, phooey!" Carol said as she moved away from the bed and winked at me.
Deborah had taken some containers out of the bag. It looked like Chinese food. Lots of it. Carol joined her. She looked back at Beth and asked, "Did he get a little loud?" She had obviously noticed the gag. "Yes, but we took care of it." Beth looked back for a second, smiling. "Are we having company?" Carol asked. "Yes", Beth answered. "I thought she'd get here before you did, but I guess she's running a little slow". Carol looked over at me as she opened one of the containers. She smiled and snickered. "Does he know anything  about her?" "Not much", Beth replied. "I wanted it all to be a surprise". Carol clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and it actually looked like she shivered. "Oh, wow, I can't wait!"
Deborah finished opening the food on the vanity and Carol left the room. It felt like Beth had just about shaved everything off below. I relaxed as much as I could when I felt the razor around by balls, trying to block the "possibilities" out of my mind.
Carol came back in with some bowls and pulled plastic-ware out of the bags. She scooped what looked like fried rice out of a container and brought it next to the bed. She sat down on the bed and looked at me. "Now HOW is he going to eat this with panties in his mouth?". She laughed and started untying the stocking from behind my head. "We're just about done here", Beth said as she stood up. She rinsed the razor off and put it on the table. Sandy took the wash rag, put it in the water and started to rinse off my crotch. The warm water felt good against my now menthol-cold cock and crotch.
Carol pulled the panties out of my mouth. I took a deep breath in and tried to get moisture from somewhere inside my mouth. "A little dry are we?" Carol smiled. Beth went into the bathroom and came out with a towel. She gently dried off my crotch and the material underneath me. She pulled the material out from under me, handed it to Sandy who took it into the bathroom. My crotch was all cool and still somewhat wet. Beth picked up the tray with everything on it, and brought it into the bathroom.
Carol looked a little puzzled and said, "I guess you can't eat this way.... " She put the bowl down on the stand table and went down to the foot of the bed. She untied my feet. Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. "Great! She's here!" Carol said happily. "Deborah, would you please?" I heard Beth say from the bathroom. "Sure!" Deborah said and left the food. "I have to get the drinks anyway". Deborah left the room.
"Ok, you can sit up". Carol said. "My hands..." I started to say... "are staying where they are." Carol interrupted. She picked up the bowl, and waited for me to pull myself up. I did so as well as I could. She put the pillows behind me so I could sit somewhat straight. I pulled my legs together slowly, as they were stiff and sore. My arms were stiff as I pulled myself upward. Carol licked her lips and smiled as she watched me struggle. "Here we go!" she said, as she brought a fork of chicken fried rice from the bowl to my mouth. I took the rice and as soon as I swallowed it, said "I need something to drink..." Carol put the fork in the bowl and said "I need something to drink... what?". I sighed and said, "I need something to drink, PLEASE". She smiled and got up. "I can't imagine why your mouth would be dry." She chuckled.
Just then Deborah came back into the room. Sandy had begun eating and Beth came out of the bathroom to join them. Deborah had a pitcher and some small glasses. "Kim said we should only have water for now." she said. I put the wine away. She poured water into the glasses. "She's making tea." Carol picked up two of the glasses and brought them to the bed, putting one on the stand table. She held the other glass to my mouth as I drank. I managed somehow to do so without dribbling it down my chin.
Carol proceeded to feed her and I from the same bowl. It felt good to have something in my stomach. Everyone else was eating at the vanity. Carol asked "Isn't Kim going to eat?" and Deborah answered "She said she'd eat in the kitchen while she's..." she looked over at Carol and I, "getting things ready..." she finished. Deborah looked over at Beth sitting on the foot on the bed. "This is all ok? You've done this before?" Beth answered "Of course! Just wait. You'll LOVE it!" Carol stopped with the fork in her hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she threw her head back. "OH, YESSSS, WE'LL LOVE IT!" She looked into my eyes with that same crazed look I saw when all this started. "Oh, yesssss" she hissed through her teeth. The look faded slowly, she smiled and brought the fork to my mouth. I didn't know what to make of all this, but I had been speechless since I had asked for water. I felt like it was hopeless to ask questions.
Everyone ate quietly, occasionally looking at each other. Every once in a while I heard Beth, Deborah and Sandy whisper about Kim. I'd see Deborah's and Sandy's eyes light up every once in a while. Kim came into the room. Now, I've seen a lot of Orientals. As a business consultant in New York, many of my clients were oriental and many had an oriental staff, like secretaries and such. I have only found a few oriental women whose facial features I would consider  attractive. The few I found attractive was usually for their bodies. They knew how to dress. And so did Kim. She came further into the room. She was wearing a tight, short, lime-green, one-piece stretch-knit skirt that showed off every feature of her body, she wasn't wearing a bra. She had long, straight jet-black hair that went around her  breasts to her stomach. She was a very beautiful oriental woman. She walked to the dresser and put down a large tray with a teapot,  several small cups and smaller silver trays. She stopped to move things around on it.
Carol noticed my interest had wavered from eating. The bowl we were eating from was almost empty anyway. Carol got up, greeted Kim with a hug and kiss on the cheek. She put her arm around her and they turned to face me. "This is Kim." Carol said. "Very pleased to meet you!" Kim replied. Her voice was sweet, soft, pleasant and respectful. She stepped away from Carol and sat beside me on the bed. She ran her nails gently down my chest, all the way down my legs. "Very handsome... strong!" she smiled. I was so struck by how she looked, I couldn't say anything. She was almost hypnotic. Later, I thought about the fact that I was even oblivious to my "position". "Well,  say thank you!" Beth smiled. "Th-Thank you", I stuttered.
"I have made tea for everyone." she said as she stood up. She turned her back to me and stepped to the dresser. Her long black hair contrasted against the skirt that clung to her. She poured tea into the cups and passed the tray around to everyone. She brought the tray back to the dresser and set it down. She picked up a cup and brought it to me. She ran her fingers gently across the side of my cheek and into my hair. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "I do not know how much Beth has told you." she said. "My teachers taught me to give pleasure. I am not a prostitute, but... I suppose a... professional".
She put one hand behind my head and put the cup to my lips. The tea was green, but smelled strong. It was light enough to see through. I could see what was probably leaves or herbs in the bottom of the tea. It was hot, but tasted, well, like herbal tea? I could see everyone was drinking it, so I figured it was safe. I guess she saw me looking around. "I am only here to help you have pleasure," she said. I heard a snicker from someone; it sounded like Carol. "You'd better believe it..." Kim only turned her head a little in their direction, but kept her eyes on me. She took the cup and sipped from it herself, then placed it by my mouth again. "Drink", she said, "while it's warm." In sips, as she tilted the cup, I finished the tea.
She put her hand gently on my leg and turned toward the others. "His feet?" was all she said. Carol and Beth smiled at me and told me to lie down all the way again. They took the pillows from behind me and tied my feet back to the bed. As they tied my feet, Kim started undressing. She pulled the straps down over her shoulders, then  pushed the dress downward. She gently pulled the front of her dress over her breasts, which were round and firm. She continued to push it down over her thin waist and to her hips. She hesitated, taking her hands off the dress and moving them back to her breasts. I  looked up at her face. She was smiling.
"Do you like me?" she asked. All I could do was sigh; I couldn't even come up with an answer. She smiled and moved her hands to continue pushing down her skirt. "I am happy that you appreciate me". As she pushed her skirt further downward, I saw her white see-through panties and her trimmed dark hair showing under them. The dress fell quietly to the floor. It was all as if watching her in slow motion. "Look at him!" I heard Sandy say. I was so caught up in Kim that I had almost forgotten everything... and everyone else around me. "Shhh!" Someone whispered.
Kim ran her hands over her body, smiling at me, staring at me. She brushed over her breasts, making her nipples hard. She was still looking directly into my eyes. She turned sideways, put one foot on the bed, and ran her hands over her leg, upward and over her panties. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy her own touch. Her hair was flowing downward behind her back. It seemed like a kind of sexual dance. An AMAZINGLY HOT sexual dance. She looked forward into my eyes again, then looked downward. She reached out and touched my cock gently. I hadn't even noticed that it was hard as a rock. She smiled. "I am glad you are pleased with what you see, but it is not time yet."
She bent over and pinched gently at the base of my cock in my crotch and held the other side of my cock at the base with the other. I felt my cock shrinking. "Please relax," she said. "This will take a few moments. You will not feel anything. If you do, you will let me know right away, ok?" I asked what she was going to do. "Please, be patient" she said. She looked at Beth.
"Please bring them now." Kim straddled my body facing my cock and laid down. Her lovely ass was about 5 inches from my face. I could see her pussy lips pressed against my chest, straining against the sheer white panties. What a view. Her long hair was running down the middle of her back, almost to her waist, disappearing behind her firm ass. Beth brought one of the smaller trays Kim had brought in, then moved between by legs from the foot of the bed.
"Please hold here," Kim said. "Oh, I remember" Beth said. I felt Kim let go and Beth took over holding my now limp cock. Deborah, Carol and Sandy all stood up at the foot of the bed and watched. Sandy's mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. I heard light, almost scratching sounds from the tray, but still didn't know what was going on. Carol came to the head of the bed, looking at Sandy. "Oh, don't worry, it won't hurt..." Carol told her. Now I WAS beginning to worry. I felt a light sting in my crotch, and my cock flinched. Sandy clenched her teeth and winced. "What's going on?"  I said. "Shhhhhhhhhh" Kim whispered. Carol said "Don't worry, no one's hurting you, you're going to love it!" After a few minutes of this, Kim stood up, turned around facing me and sat down lightly on my chest.
"Making love is beautiful, right?" she asked. "Of course." I replied softly. She continued "The sad part of making love is that foreplay does not feel good long enough, and climaxing offers only a few moments of pleasure". I suppose I had to agree with that, but I really had no idea where this was going. "I am going to show you how making love can be different. Be patient with me a few moments longer. Don't be frightened by what you see." Beth let go of my cock and stepped off of the bed and Kim took her place between my legs. The tray was next to her. She sucked my cock into her mouth and slowly ran her tongue from between my balls to the head.
The feeling I got from that one motion was unbelievably intense. I had never felt anything that good before. I looked down at Kim as she held my limp cock in her hand and licked around the head. It's difficult to explain the sensation, because it was better than anything I had ever felt. Imagine a smooth, wet, warm, velvet cloth, wrapping around the whole head of your cock, over and over. As her tongue swirled around my cock, it felt like it was all over it, not in one place. My cock quickly started getting hard. She continued, gently. She was looking at what she was doing, as if she concentrating. I started panting, breathing deeply, it felt so good. Each time she stopped licking to suck my cock into her mouth once or twice, it  was as if it was swallowed into a wet, warm hole, gripping my whole cock.
"Oh, geez!" I said, between breaths. Carol, who was still leaning next to me, said, "Feels terrific, doesn't it?" "Never... felt... anything... like it!" I muttered in gasps. In seconds my cock was as hard as rock. Kim let go of my cock, but held it in her mouth, still moving up and down, licking the head and underneath. She reached to the tray with one hand. I saw her pull out what looked like a pearl or something on a very thin, short, flexible wire.... or pin. "Whoa!" I said. Carol put her hand over my mouth and said "Relax! You already have five or so down there. Those don't hurt, do they? And since they don't hurt, it would be a shame to gag you again, wouldn't it?" I hadn't taken my eyes off of Kim, as she placed the pin somewhere in my crotch. She placed a few more as I watched. She was always sucking my cock. It still felt so good, I was still panting,  dropping my head, then lifting it back up to watch her.
After a few minutes, Kim let my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Now you will enjoy..." she looked down for a moment as if she was thinking. "Foreplay!" she quipped, smiling. She got up, stepped away and Beth and Carol moved to each side of my hips. Beth took my cock in her mouth and started licking the head of my cock, occasionally moving downward an inch or so. Carol started licking my balls and the lower part of my cock. It was VERY different this time. It was like there were five wide, hot, wet tongues all over my cock at the same time. It was fantastic. I was panting again. It was as if all the senses in my cock were at peak.
Deep breaths, over and over as Beth and Carol gently sucked and licked my cock. I managed to keep my eyes open as I saw Deborah sit in a chair next to the bed. She scooted to the edge of the chair. Kim brought the tray over by Deborah and gently spread Deborah's legs. Deborah smiled and made a nervous chuckle. "I've never done anything like this, I'm kind of nervous." Kim put her finger to her lips and said "Shhhh." She started placing pins into Deborah's  pussy lips and above her pussy. After putting a few in different places, she began to lick Deborah's pussy  gently,  slowly,  up  and down. Deborah responded quickly "Oooooooooh!" she moaned. She reached up and started massaging her tits as Kim sucked gently on her pussy, opening the lips to reveal her clit. Watching this only added to the intensity of what was happening to me.
Beth stood up and called Sandy over to replace her at my cock. Sandy quickly took the head of my cock into her mouth and started sucking. "Ohhhhhhhh, Geeeeeez!" I moaned. Carol told Sandy to slow down and go gently or this would be ruined. She obeyed quickly. Kim had placed a couple more pins in Deborah's pussy. Beth walked over and tapped Kim. Beth took over at Deborah's pussy and Kim stood up. She came up to the head of the bed and looked down at me. She put her fingers in her sheer panties and rubbed her fingers over her pussy, slowly. "Would you please me, now?" she asked. "Uh... huh..." I managed to gasp from my own sea of pleasure.
Kim pulled down her panties, straddled my head and laid downward on my body, putting her pussy lips right to my mouth. I began licking her pussy slowly, in circles, around her pussy lips, then probed between them, licking her clit, then probing deeper into her pussy. I was only doing what came naturally, without concentrating, without effort. She started moving her pussy up and down slowly over my mouth as I probed into it. The sensations were still amazing on my cock. Kim had started licking the skin above my cock. Since it was now bald, it was as if another 3 tongues had joined in on my crotch.
I moaned like a little girl between panting. It felt fantastic. I noticed that even with all these sensations, I hadn't felt like climaxing. It just felt fantastic. I was in heaven. I sucked and licked Kim's pussy, sucking her clit between my lips. It was all slow, like an art. I don't know that I could have worked faster if I'd wanted to.
For a very long time, it was quiet, hot, slow and passionate sex. Kim came on my face at least twice. Then the women started taking turns getting the pins inserted, even Sandy. They were eating each other's pussies for long periods of time, shaking, moaning. When the pins came out, they would take turns sitting on my face. They'd pull my face deep into their pussies as they came, grinding and moaning, but slowly, shivering. There was no forcefulness. I was almost unaware of the ropes that still held me securely to the bed. I didn't cum. I didn't even get sensitive. It was just that fantastic hot, wet explosion that was going on as they sucked and licked my hard cock and crotch, two or three at a time. They would take turns sitting on my cock, their hot warm tunnels driving me crazy. I remember Sandy especially, since she was so tight. I actually found tears of  ecstasy in my eyes at times, especially when they changed places and kept sucking, licking and fucking.
I didn't know how long it had been. I believed I had eaten every pussy more than twice as all this continued. My jaws were tired, but I felt as if I would suck forever if they kept sitting on my face. Then, Kim was sitting on the bed next to me, leaning against me, shaking, as Carols tongue was reaming her pussy. Carol had covered Kim's pussy with her mouth and was driving Kim into frenzy. Kim gasped hard a few times, pushed Carol's face from her pussy and smiled at her. She looked over at me. "I think it is his turn" Kim said. Sandy was licking my balls and moaning, because Beth was buried in her pussy. Beth had heard Kim and pulled away. Deborah, who had been licking the top of my cock, stopped.
Even the coolness of my bare crotch felt astoundingly good as they stepped away. "Now?" Beth asked. "Yes", Kim said. "Be good to him, he's a nice man." Beth and Carol jumped on each side of my hips and waited on their knees. Kim leaned up from the foot of the bed. Deborah picked up the panties and stocking from beside me and told me to open my mouth. "Why?" I asked. "Just Do it!" Deborah ordered firmly. As she put the panties into my mouth and tied them in with the stocking, Carol looked up and said, "Just in case you want to share with the neighbors.
Kim leaned up from the foot of my bed and pulled two or three pins from my crotch gently. I could still feel at least a couple more that she had left because the pearled ends were touching the inside of my legs. It didn't hurt. My cock was still rock hard. Kim picked up her things and walked from the room. "Time to cum, loverboy!" Carol said. Her and Beth started again on my cock. Their mouths were still as hot, wet and warm as before. I started breathing heavily instantly. Deborah called Sandy to the other side of the bed. They both started licking my nipples and chest. Their tongues felt just as hot and wet against my nipples as Beth's and Carols did on my cock and crotch.
It didn't take long to realize what was different. Very soon, my cock started throbbing, getting ready to come. "Uh!" I grunted as it started to pump and soon explode like what felt was going to be biggest orgasm I ever had. "Uh!" I grunted a couple more times and I started coming. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I let out in a muffled scream as I came in a gusher. I knew why I was gagged now. I came so hard; it felt like a lake was trying to squeeze out of the end of my cock in bursts. My cock pumped and I thrashed against the ropes. I screamed again as I kept pumping, over and over. It was insane. And... it wasn't stopping.
Carol and Beth kept switching, each one bobbing up and down on my cock for minutes, which felt like hours, as I came. My cock was drained, but I was still in the throngs of climax. My cock was still pumping hard as if it was trying to find more to spend. The climax was still intense, and wouldn't stop. Once again, tears welled up in my eyes, as the explosion of climax lingered and lingered. I thrashed against the ropes over and over as they kept taking turns, working up and down on my cock. All their tongues on my body were driving me crazy. I must have let out a muffled scream at least 10 times as it kept up over and over. My heart was racing, it felt fantastic, and became almost unbearable. I pulled deep breaths through my nostrils again and again, straining, pulling, and humping. I felt myself  get light-headed and numb and finally everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in the bedroom alone. I was untied, and my clothes were on the bed with a towel and wash rag. I moved my stiff arms and legs to get up. I was so weak, I had to stop as I pushed myself up on one side. The pins were gone from my crotch and my poor cock was shriveled up to mini-sized and it was extremely sore. I pushed myself up from the bed.
I put the towel around me and moved toward the door. I heard Beth and Carol talking in the front room. I turned and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it and stepped in.
After the hot shower, I gently patted myself dry. I stepped into the bedroom and looked over at the clock. It was 7:22. My underwear had been cut off, so I had to put my pants on. I got dressed the rest of the way and limped weakly into the front room. "We heard the shower running", Beth smiled. "How are you feeling?" I thought about it for a moment, and said, "Like I went through the wringer, a couple of hundred times".
Carol stood up and came over to me. "You don't hate me, do you? You DID say you wouldn't let that happen to you." I looked at her dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what was going through my mind. In seconds, the entire night ran through my brain, from the fearful and angry moments, to the incredible sex. I heard myself almost whisper "It was absolutely fucking incredible." Beth stood up and joined Carol. "Next week again, then?" she smiled. I swallowed and again wasn't even quite sure of what I was saying as the words fell from my mouth, "No... way... in... fucking... hell...".
They both smiled at me as I started walking to the door. Beth pinched my ass as I walked by her. "Later, lover-boy!" she quipped. Carol ran and blocked the door. Her eyebrows were up and she had a pout on her lips. "Will I see you again?" I looked into her eyes, smiled at her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Yes..." I whispered... I turned and looked around in the apartment, "then looked back at her and raised my own eyebrows... "but certainly not here." I left.
I went out a few of times in the next couple of months, even with Carol, but for some "odd" reason didn't get into the sack with anyone. When I finally did, good, plain, one-on-one sex was a great thing. I saw Beth once when I picked up Carol. She just winked at me and wiggled her ass across the hall to her apartment. I never had and believe it or not, don't think I could ever stand another night like that again. It was fantastic, but sometimes I think it almost killed me.
  I looked at Nicole. Bound up and lying on a couch. A low cut tank top and shorts that exposed her cleavage and all of her sexy legs. A slight moan came from the behind as Nicole's mom, Lucy, masturbated.
  I started to walk toward Nicole. I could see fear emnating from her eyes. But there was another part that I sensed. Curiosity. She has obviously been turned on by her mother's rape. The damp spot on her crotch was the proof of that.
  I grabbed a scissor lying next to the couch, and cut the straps of her tank top. It revealed a nice sexy black bra covering her full c-cup breasts. She squirmed, trying to get away. I grabbed her shorts and just ripped them in two.
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  I took the scissor and cut the straps of her sexy bra. Her C-cup breasts bounced up as the bra's confinement were taken away. I gave her nipple a nice squeeze, and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
  I changed my attention to her damp black panties. The scissor cut through the material effortlessly, revealing her nice virgin pussy. I was surprised to find it shaven. Now my cock started to spring to life.
  I grabbed her and sat her on the floor. Her arms were situated behind her back. I sat down on the couch, my 9 inch cock sticking out in the air.
  "Wait... please... Don-"
  Her sentence was cut off as I grabbed her hair and rammed my cock inside. A muffled cry came out as I fucked her slowly. I looked at Lucy. She was no longer masturbating. She stared at her daughter sucking a cock.
  She crawled over to Nicole, and grabbed her breasts from behind. She fondled them and played with them. I reached down to Lucy's nipple and squeezed it hard. Surprisingly, drops of her breastmilk tickled down.
  Nicole twisted in pleasure as her nipples were squeezed. Her moan was muffled as I fucked her harder and harder. I went deeper inside her. SHe sucked on it hard. She licked the tip of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. I thrust my cock deep inside her, and came.
  Lucy squeezed Nicole's breasts harder and grabbed her clit. Soon afterwards, Nicole moaned loudly and she had her first orgasm. She panted, lying there with her mother. I grabbed Nicole and put her on all fours.
  I placed the tip on her wet pussy. Then slowly started to penetrate. Her hymen immediately blocked my path. I started to put pressure on her hymen.
  "Ow..." Nicole said as the pain increased. Finally, I felt the hymen tear and warm blood tickle down my shaft.
  Lucy came over to Nicole. She laid down, so that her pussy was right under Nicole. Then she grabbed Nicole's head and pushed it down on her pussy. I started to fuck her slowly. Her virgin pussy was tight as I hoped.
  It was tighter then any pussy I've fucked before. "Oh god... Your so tight!" I exclaimed. I started to fuck her harder. A loud moan came from both Nicole and Lucy.
  6 inches went into her tight pussy. I thought that this might be her limit, but I was still able to go deeper. I fucked her deeper, until all of my 9 inches went inside. Nicole took her mouth away from her mom's pussy. She moaned loudly. Lucy slid under Nicole and grabbed her clit.
  Nicole immediately moaned louder. I fucked her faster and harder. I took out my cock, and rammed it in with one swift motion. Her tight wall contracted. It squeezed my cock hard. Her back arched, and she moaned loudly as she cummed. Her juice covered my cock. I took it out just before I came. My 6 loads of cum landed on both Lucy and Nicole.
  They started to lick each other of my cum.
  Well. that was my first encounter. I had a 2 cameras hidden insde that room. I told them that if they told anyone, I would put our encounter online for everyone to see.
  But there really wasn't a need for that. Lucy got a divorce and married me. I fucked Lucy and Nicole every day...
I couldn’t stop myself. I saw her and couldn’t stop my self.
It happened over a week ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve jacked off twice a day and still have to fight the urge of going back there.
I knew she was trouble the moment I set eyes on her. I should of stayed away but I couldn’t. I guess I s
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hould feel guilty – but I don’t. I know she likes it, she liked me I know she wants me again. I can feel her calling out for me. I might go back there tonight. I bet she’s even waiting for me.
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I guess I should let you all in on the story huh?
Well it all began about 3 months ago. I got new neighbors down the street. I saw her moving in some boxes when I was walking Jim – that’s my boxer. She looked at me only for a second but that is all it took. It was an instant connection between her and I.
I walked past the house at least a dozen times over the next few days, catching glimpses of her in the yard, through the window, getting into her mothers car. She was a goddess; She had dark blonde hair that hung straight, nearly to her waist. Slim hips and long legs. She favored half tops, which showed, off her flat tummy. Her breasts were not large, but perky firm b cups. On the third night I found a nice dark place in the hedges that bordered the houses across the street from her house. I stood there in the summer night waiting to see her. It paid off. I saw through the window her in her nightgown tying her long hair back getting ready for bed. Her body was calling to me then, her breasts pressed against the thin cotton of her gown, her nipples so large and puffy I could clearly make them out from across the street. Her body called out to mine that night and I had to release myself standing there in the bush. Walking home I started to shake. I was so ashamed of what I had just done. What she made me do. That’s the night I resolved to teach her a lesson. She couldn’t just move in and tease a man this way.
I took my time and planned things carefully. Her body continued to call to mine in the middle of the night. I would be sitting there watching television or eating dinner, when the vision of her would come to me and my body would react as any man’s would. She was unrelenting, almost cruel. Still I took my time planning things carefully. I most watched, her, her mother, her father. I listened when others talked about the new family – showing little interest at least as far as they could tell. Inside I was busy committing every word to memory, it would come in handy some way I was sure.
Her name was Amanda. She had just turned 15 the month they moved in. She had an older brother who had remained back east to continue his college education. They had moved here for the fathers work. By the end of the second month I knew all there was to know about the family and their beautiful temptress of a daughter. Then, by coincidence I over heard my neighbor talking on the phone to Mrs. Stipler, the woman who lived directly across from the new family. Apparently, the Parents were going back east for a weekend to parents weekend at the old boys school. Amanda didn’t want to go and they had thought it would be okay to leave her alone and had asked Mrs Stipler if she would keep an eye out for her.
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This was my opportunity. They would be going away in two weeks. Plenty of time to prepare things, and prepare I did.
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While walking Jim one day I let him off the leash and he ran off, right up onto the lawn of the new family – as I had planned. It was mid afternoon, not much was going on in the neighborhood as I well knew. I chased him about a bit, and easily knocked over a few loose stones in the front garden. I found what I was looking for – the spare key. I swept it up and tucked it into my sock. Got Jim back on the leash and was one my way.
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I drove two towns away to get the spare key made. And that night I replaced the original back under the rock.
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It was finally THE night, Friday night. I saw the airport taxi pick up her parents. I walked Jim at about 8 pm and confirmed that Mrs. Stipler had started her nightly dozing in front of the television, and I could see that Amanda was in her room, I could hear the music coming out of the open window.
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I knew this was the time. I quickly walked Jim back to the house. Waiting another hour or so until it was fully dark, I quickly jumped the few fences in the back yards making my way to theirs. I swiftly made my way around the front of the house, and after a quick glance around to make sure I wasn’t noticed I let myself in with the key I had made.
The second I entered the house I could smell her. Her body luring me to her. The erection in my pants was unbearable. I had to talk to her about doing this to me. I had to teach her that she couldn’t just put these things out there and not expect a man to act on them.
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The downstairs was dark, I took my time going room to room to familiarize myself with it and to make sure plans hadn’t changed, that she was indeed alone. Fully satisfied I snuck upstairs. I took a quick inventory of the empty bedrooms up there as well and made my way last to her room. The music was still going, I smiled. She knew to play the music loud – she had been waiting for me. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I then casually opened the door and stepped through. She immediately noticed me, but didn’t say a word. She looked stunned, and then confused. I took advantage of those few surprised seconds and walked up to her and covered her mouth with my hand. She struggled but was no match for me. I dragged her with me to the window that I shut. I pulled the shade and curtains and then lowered the music. Her arms were scratching at me. Her legs kicking. She let out a muffled “mmmpphhhâ€Â The feel of her body excited me.
I sat on her bed and pulled her down with me setting her on my lap.
My other arm reached around her waist holding down her arms and pressing her on me. I talked slowly, softly into her sweet scented hair.
“You quite down now and you wont be hurt, do you understand†she nodded and I felt her tears falling onto my hand. “I’m going to let go of your mouth – if you scream I’m going to have to hurt you†and with that I let go of her mouth. She immediately tried to scramble up off my lap and screamed. I couldn’t help what happened next. With all my force I slapped her down. Her screaming stopped as she hit the floor. She lay there weeping holding her face. Her thin body shaking with each sob. I started to feel sorry for her and then I got angry. She had spent the last three months tempting me and now she was going to try to get out of it. She was a prick tease and needed a lesson.
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I wrapped my hand around a chunk of her long silky hair and pulled her up, she screamed again, and I pushed her hard down face first into her mattress. She quieted again. “You dirty little cunt, I told you not to say a word didn’t I!†she didn’t answer me. I reached out with my other hand, with one hand still holing her down face first, and I opened the drawer closest to me. Luckily it was her underwear drawer, I pulled out a pair of light pink cotton ones. I turned her over and when she opened her mouth again – In I stuffed them. I pulled the duct tape off my belt and taped the panties in place. I had successfully silenced the little cunt. I taped her hands behind her as well. Her body was still shaking in sobs as her beautiful green eyes followed my movements. I calmed myself once again and knew I could take my time.
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I sat her up on her bed as I looked around her room. She was everything I imagined her to be. She had a lovely girly bedroom in pale pink and purples. Her closet had the all the cute little short sets I had seen her in plus some nice dresses and some winter clothes.
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I saw her hamper and rooted through it until I found a pair of her panties. I couldn’t help but sniff them. My erection wouldn’t stop.
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It was time I showed her why I was here.
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I walked to the bed, and she jumped as I sat down next to her. I reached out and soothed her hair down. And felt the soft heat of her cheek. My hand went down the side of her jaw to the elegant thin long neck. I had dreamed of her neck for what seems like forever.
She was wearing a purple tank top with light yellow trim. Her breasts strained against the soft fabric, her nipples practically bursting through the fabric weave. My hand sought her breast through her top, her hot nipple pressed against my palm. Overcome, I groaned and pulled off her tank top tearing it at the straps. It came easily away, as she planned it, no doubt. She began to whimper once her lovely young breasts were exposed. I dipped my head down and gingerly took her thick puffy brown nipple into my mouth. I was in heaven as my lips wrapped around it and I felt it swelled against my tongue in response to the sucking. She tasted as sweet as I thought she would. Her aroma wafted into my nostrils as my mouth feasted on her lovely tits. The aching in my pants called further. I fervently moved my kisses lower, over her bronze flat stomach. Lower still to the top of her matching shorts. I quickly pulled them down. Over her feet. I stopped to gaze over her . Laying there in only a pair of light purple panties. She looked back at me , her eyes wide and afraid. Her feet were not bound but she didn’t kick or fight anymore. I knelt between her legs and put my mouth over her young womanhood, still clad in her panties. My tongue dared to dart out and I tasted her through her panties. I pressed harder with my tongue and felt her labia part under the thin cotton. I dared go further and pushed aside her now saliva soaked panties and caught my first look at her soft sweet virginal crotch. It was only sparsely covered with the lightest golden hair. Her lips were a bit swollen from my mouth play and seemed to call to me.
I reached up and fully pulled the panties off her. I spread her long thin legs before me and started to run my tongue along her tight slit. Her lips swelled further, parting, exposing her pink insides. I caught sight of her little bud. I fixed my lips over it and let my tongue flick at it softly. I felt her body tense then relax as I worked my mouth on her young flower. I glanced up at her face. She was still crying, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I ate her with all the lust I had in me, dipping my tongue deep into her slit and breeched her tight hole.
She tasted of the sweetest honey you could imagine. When I could take no more I stood up and began to undress. I saw my pretty little princess naked laying on her soft frilly bed. She wore a fake little scared expression on her face but I knew she wanted this. She had been begging for it, her pussy told me she was ready for me. When she saw me pull my pants off unleashing my 8 inch throbbing uncut shaft she began to whimper again and shook her head back and forth. I smiled at her, and crawled again between her legs. I knelt above her and reached down to caress her lovely breasts again, pinching her peaks until her body arched for me. I drifted lower and massaged again her clit until she was once again moist.
Then I positioned myself at her small opening. I held her legs firmly under my arms, virgins were often squirmy and I knew it was best to enter swiftly. I pushed the head of my shaft into the small hole until I felt more resistance. Then I made sure that I firmly had her legs and I pushed my shaft hard and swiftly deep into her. I felt her hymen snap under the pressure and the warmth of the blood surround my cock as I drove it into her. Once I was fully in her I just held it there. She was thrashing around and screaming into the balled up underwear in her mouth. I only laughed. Virgins are always surprised at the pain when I first enter them. I knew by the end of the night  I would have her purring for my cock.
I moved my cock in and out of her in quick swift motions. She wasn’t going to get any pleasure from this fuck so I mine as well get mine.
I was rough with her, thrusting deep into her. It didn’t take me long to cum, and I shot my hot load deep inside of her pussy. It feels so good when I do that. Exhausted I left my cock in her as I laid myself on her and closed my eyes. I woke up at least an hour later. My cock had shrunk and had come out of her. She was laying still under me. I got up off of her and saw the mess she had made on the bed. My cum mixed with her blood left a pink puddle under her ass.
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I hate when a girl is messy like this. I started to holler at her, not too loud, but loud enough to get it through to her how angry I was with her. I turned off the music and turned out the light in her room. It was after midnight and I didn’t want the neighbors – should they look, be suspicious.
I dragged her off the bed and into the adjourning bathroom. I put her in the tub and ran the hot water until she began to shriek. I then added some cold. She needed it to be hot to wash away her filth.
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I told her to stay there and I’d be back to clean her. I then went back to her room and pulled off the comforter. I found the laundry room quickly, put her comforter in the washer, and started the cycle.
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When I got back to the bathroom she was still in the tub crying.
I couldn’t help myself. Why was she crying so much. After I gave her what she had been begging from me for 3 months! I smacked her across her face and told her to shut up. I removed the tape and underwear from her mouth and told her if she said on word that I’d kill her.
I cut the tape of her hands and let her arms loose as well. She just sat there light a frightened doll. I took soap and a washcloth and began to clean her. I started with her neck and her breasts, when I got to her crotch I scrubbed well to get rid of the mess she had made.
I even inserted two fingers covered with the washcloth into her pussy. She pretended it hurt but she kept quite.
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After her bath I wrapped her in a thick towel and told her t o sit on the toilet. She did as she was told. I couldn’t help but smile as I showered. Keeping my eye on her. I knew my girl was going to come to respect me as she should. After we were both clean and dried off we went to her parents room. I rooted around in the closet and drawers as she sat on their bed. I found interesting things.
Her mother had a nice collection of dildos and vibrators and pops had a nice collection of mom with those dildos and vibrators.
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It gave me an idea. I laid the two larger dildos one was black the other pink on the bed. I then found the polaroid camera that had taken the mothers pictures. Then I told my girl to use those toys on herself.
She didn’t want to. I gave her a couple of smacks across her face, one bringing some blood to her lip, she quickly agreed.
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She had a tough time getting them in at first and I had found her some lube in her moms night stand. But soon she was spread out on her parents bed and grunting and whimpering as she inserted the large black dong into her pussy. I directed her how to fuck herself with it. I took pictures and my erection grew larger. Seeing her soft pink folds envelope that black dong was too much for me to take. A few more pictures and I was ready for her again. This time I bent her lithe frame over the club chair in her parents bedroom and took her soft pussy from behind. I entered her easily as she was already stretched and lubed from the dildo. I didn’t take it too easy on her this time either, she had shown herself to be the whore that she is and she deserved to be fucked well. I drove myself into her as she whimpered and cried out as loud as she dared. I grabbed her ass and pulled the cheeks opened. I spit on her asshole and as I was about to cum, I popped my thumb into her ass, and she screamed out from the pain, which only made me cum harder.
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After I had finished and pulled out of her she was sobbing.
I sat back on her parent’s bed and had a smoke. I watched her as she sat there cowering next to the chair I had just bent her over.
Her long hair was a tangled mess. Her face was dirty with her tears.
I was repulsed. I got up quite disappointed with her and told her to clean herself again, and to do so as well as I had cleaned her.
She didn’t move at first, so I gave her a nice kick, which landed on her arm. She cried out and asked me not to hit her again. She was pissing me off crying like this. I hadn’t done a damn thing she didn’t want me to. So I grabbed her hair and pulled her back to her bathroom. I pushed her in and she landed on the ground.
I told her again – to clean herself and come to the kitchen when she was through. I listened from outside the door for a few minutes until I was sure she was showering.
I went back to her parent’s room and straightened it up a bit. I also took a quick hot shower in their bathroom to clean myself of her.
I was down in the kitchen a good 10 minutes having a cup of coffee when she came in. She was dressed in pink flannel pajamas.
I held my temper, although I was furious. I never instructed her to dress in anything. She was very disobedient. However, I refrained from scolding her for the time being. I told her to get herself something to eat. She got herself a bowl of cereal but didn’t eat much. We sat at the kitchen table as the sun came up.
I looked at my watch , it was almost 6 am. I hadn’t finished with her but I couldn’t stay too much longer. That old hag from across the street would be checking in on her around 10.
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So I got up and motioned for her to follow me.
I took her into the family room and had her sit on the couch.
I found the family camcorder where I had spied it earlier.
I hooked it up to the television and focused it on the couch.
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She watched in complete silence. She was learning.
I sat next to her and put my arm around her drawing her close to me.
Her small frame was shaking. I spoke softly, but clearly.
“Do you remember those pictures from earlier?†she nodded her head “Good, I knew you would.†I pushed her hair back from her face, and put a finger under her chin to have her face me. “Well sweets that is my security. I wasn’t in those pictures. They were just of you and your momma’s nasty sex toys.†I looked into her large doe like eyes as the tears silently fell from them. “What we are now going to do is give me a little memento of our time together. You want to make me happy don’t you?†She nodded again. She was learning very well.
I then sat back on the sofa and instructed her to stand, and take off her clothes. She did. I had her sit on the sofa’s arm as I video taped her soft pink pussy, I Opened her swollen lips, exposing her hot pink insides. She sat still and did not object to my probing. I licked at her sweet box, tasting her fresh cunny. My dick was hard again. I told her to get on her knees before me and use her mouth on it. Again she did so. I videotaped her pretty mouth sliding up and down my shaft. My cock getting harder and harder each time it slid into her mouth. I stopped her. Set the camera on the television so it again had a great shot of the two of us on the couch. I sat and then pulled her backwards to strattle my lap. My hands on her soft hips I guided her down further, till my dick was at the entrance of her pussy. I can see her face as the camera captured it and showed me in the large tv screen. She was crying. I trust into her, pulling her down on me fully.
She yelled out in pain as my cock fully sheathed itself in her already abused hole. I guided her to ride my cock like this, once she got used to the pace I used one hand to reach around and squeeze her soft puffy nipples. The other hand found its way between her folds, rubbing her little clitty.
She was riding my cock nice and hard and enjoying it. When I knew I was going to cum, I pulled her off me and threw her down on her knees. I then jacked my cock off on her face, covering her pretty pouty face with my love goo.
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It was 7 30 am. The neighborhood was waking up around me.
I finished my tasks quickly. Making sure, she was washed of any trace of me. I instructed her well in cleaning the house, and herself. I reminded her again of the pictures I had and of the videotape.
I made sure she believed me when I told her if she told a soul I would kill her. Then I left out of the back of the house. Through a few yards and to my own.
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She never called the cops or told a soul. I admit I was nervous the first few days. I waited for them to show up. But they never did.
This only proved to me further that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I want to go back to her. I hear her calling again. But her parents are home. I’ve kept to myself this past week so I have no idea when they might be heading out of town again.
I do have a plan though. I could always bring her here. To my place.
School was out for the summer and 18 year old Carmen Vasquez was pondering her future. Her mother Rose had been urging her to go to college but Carmen wasn't sure that was what she wanted to do. Carmen got out of bed and admired her luscious body in the mirror; she stood 5'8â€Â, had long black hair, and a 42 D breasts that made men and women alike stop in their tracks a
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nd stare at her with lust in their eyes. Carmen wiggled into her tight shorts, threw on a too small tank-top, slipped into high-heels, and put on some bright red lipstick.
Her mom made breakfast for her and asked, “Where are you going dressed like that? You look like a street walker; that ring in your belly-button looks gross. What about college? Have you made up your mind as to what you are going to do?â€Â
Carmen smiled coyly and mused at what her mom's reaction would be like if she ever saw the ring on her clit! She looked her mother straight in the eye and said, “Mom I have time to think about that, don't rush me and I do not look like a hooker. In case you haven't noticed, navel rings are common now days and it looks cool. It is such a beautiful day I think that I shall take a walk to the park and consider my options.†Carmen kissed her mother goodbye and rushed out the door before her mom could say anything else.
On her way to the park she stopped to watch some illegal immigrants protesting. Carmen's grandparents came from Mexico but they did it right, had legal papers and she did not sympathize with these people crossing the border and making demands but she understood their need to make a better living for their families but she believed that they should do it legally.
As usual heads turned as she strolled through the park with her jugs and ass bouncing up and down. Carmen loved all of the attention but boys did not interest the sexy girl; she stopped dating last year when she discovered that sex with girls rocked her world. Her first girl-girl sex was with her best friend Josie. Since then she has had several encounters with the fairer sex and knew that is what she wanted. She spent time on the Internet and was fascinated with women that seduced and dominated other women. Her pussy moistened just thinking about it and Carmen's desire was to seduce another girl or woman and make her conquest submit to her every demand. The sexy Latin wanted a totally submissive slut to fulfill her every carnal craving.
The busty siren spotted a slender blond woman sitting on a bench feeding the pigeons. The woman was wearing a pink flowered sun dress and looked so sweet and innocent. Carmen seductively approached the woman and demanded, “What the hell are you doing?â€Â
The startled woman looked up at voluptuous girl and timidly replied, “I...I am feeding the birds, why?â€Â
“Don't you know that pigeons are filthy and carry all kinds of diseases? They are the rats of the bird world. You should know better!â€Â
“I...I'm so sorry, I did not know. I will stop feeding them.â€Â
The sensuous teen felt aroused when she looked into the lady's blue eyes, noticed her embarrassment when she was caught staring at Carmen's huge breasts, and most of all the woman's shy and submissive nature. Wicked thoughts ran thru her young mind as she sat next to the demure older woman and introduced herself. As they got acquainted Carmen learned that the woman's name was Amanda Clark and that she was 41 years old. Amanda appeared much younger and was quite attractive. Carmen liked her slim build, tiny tits, comely manner, and the contrast of her white skin with her own caramel skin. After awhile Carmen convinced the accommodating woman to go to the stand and buy them both a beer. They drank several beers and the young seductress discovered that Amanda lived in a house nearby, her husband died in a auto accident two years ago and that she had a daughter that was away at college.
Amanda stiffened when Carmen put her hand on her leg as they conversed but didn't say anything. The luscious Latin was amused by the woman's inability to keep her eyes off of her tantalizing tits and how her face turned crimson when she was caught looking at them. Carmen looked her in the eye as her hand gently moved up the lady's leg and whispered in her ear, “Why don't you buy us a couple more beers? I am really enjoying your company and hope you feel the same way.â€Â
Not comprehending the full meaning of the statement but feeling a tingling sensation when Carmen whispered in her ear, Amanda stood and answered, “Yes I do enjoy your company and will buy us another beer but I must go to the ladies room first, all of this beer is running right through me, I'm afraid that I am not a very good drinker. I will be right back.â€Â
As Carmen watched the cute little blond walk away she was filled with an overwhelming urge to follow her prey and take her. Excitement caused her to breathe heavy and she could feel the blood rushing through her veins when she followed the timid woman to the restroom. She entered the restroom just in time to see the end stall door close as Amanda went inside. Carmen gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her brown eyes sparkled, her nipples were pointy, and she never felt so turned-on in her life. There was no one else around so she decided that now was the perfect time to live out her fantasy.
When the stall door opened Carmen rushed over and pushed the stunned woman back inside the stall. The look of horror in Amanda's eyes only made Carmen more aroused. Amanda pleaded, “What are you doing? Please let me go. I will give you all of my money. My wallet is in my purse! Please don't hurt me.â€Â
The lusty Latin spun the woman around and shoved her face against the wall and said, “I don't want your money bitch. I want you! Just do as I say and you won't get hurt.†Carmen pressed her red-hot body into the frightened woman's back, tweaked her small breasts, kissed her ear and neck while lifting up her dress and ripping off her pink panties. Amanda felt the girl's over sized tits press into her back as three fingers were thrust into her smoldering slit. She always thought that same sex copulation was perverted and couldn't understand why her body was aflame. Her knees grew week, she lost all will to resist, and she was filled with deviant desire and sweet surrender.
The lust crazed young girl feverishly worked her fingers in and out of the submissive woman's slushy pussy and declared, “Your fucking cunt is sopping wet, I can feel your pussy walls open and close on my hand, and your moans of pleasure tell me that you love it. You are going to cum aren't you slut? Tell me how much you love fucking my hand. Talk to me bitch!â€Â
“Uh... Umm...Yes, it feels so good, please don't stop, keep fucking meee, oh yes, I am going to cum. Oh god, oh god, Yessssssssssssss!â€Â
Carmen turned the disoriented woman around and helped her to sit on the toilet seat. Amanda's eyes opened wide when the sex-kitten lifted her top to expose her magnificent melons and tugged down her form fitting shorts. The mature woman gasped when the hairy muff appeared just inches from her face. Carmen placed the woman's hands on her heaving breasts and asked the intimidated woman, “Well my dear, have you ever eaten pussy before?â€Â
“No, no never. Please don't make me do this.â€Â
“Oh don't be silly; you will do it and you will like it so much that you will beg me to let you have some more.†Amanda just stared at the flower opening before her eyes. The lush patch of black pubic hair, the swollen pussy lips dripping with dew, the clit ring, and the intoxicating aroma of the fuming love tunnel all awakened a desire deep inside her to taste this sexy Latin girl in front of her. Carmen noticed the submission and craving in the older woman's eyes and put her hand behind Amanda's neck and brought the woman's face to her puffy pussy lips. The white woman kissed the pussy lips with loving tenderness. Then her tongue flicked out and licked them from top to bottom; as Amanda licked the juicy cunt she squeezed harder on Carmen's caramel tits.
Amanda was drunk with desire and probed the delicious love tunnel with her long tongue; she was lost in a sea of lust as she feasted on the tasty treat that was offered to her. The white mother loved the taste of the caramel candy and astonished herself by wondering if all pussy tasted so good. As Carmen neared climax she became very vocal as she fucked Amanda's face with fervor. “That's it bitch, eat that cunt! I didn't notice before that your tongue was so long; you are a natural born cunt lapper. Yes, flip that clit ring with your pussy licking tongue. Are you sure that you never did this before? Here it comes slut, yes, lick it all up, just like that, yesssssss!â€Â
The lovers were so engrossed in their wild sex that they didn't notice that someone was in the next stall until they heard a female voice say, “What the fuck?†They looked up to see a park guard in a tan uniform looking down at them from the next stall. Amanda was terror-stricken but Carmen just stood there boldly and complied when asked to unlock the door. A short black woman in her late 20's or early 30's jumped down from on top the toilet, walked to the next stall and joined them in the stall, her name tag read “Ruby Brownâ€Â, she was extremely dark skinned and her 35 D breasts looked even larger on her small frame. She barked, “Give me just one reason why I shouldn't run you both in to the station and lock you up.â€Â
Carmen could see the lust in Ruby's eyes and sexily cooed, “I see the way you look at us and think that you want to join in on the fun. Why don't you lose the clothes and let my white friend tongue-fuck your cunt while you nurse on my big tits?â€Â
Ruby looked down at the cowed white woman's cum coated pretty face and at Carmen's magnificent breasts, smiled, and disrobed. She locked the door before offering the white woman her black pussy. She did suck Carmen's tits while Amanda gobbled up her black cunt. After washing the white woman's face with her pussy juices she took their names and addresses from their IDs and ordered them to meet her in front of the restroom at noon the next day and warned them not to have any more sex in public. Ruby also told them if they were not there tomorrow they would be arrested.
Carmen and Amanda walked hand and hand to the older woman's house. They drank tea and discussed the events of the day. Amanda asked her young lover, “Do you really think that I did good for my first time? I never thought that I would ever do such a thing but I did and I loved it! Will we see each other again or was that a one time thing? I can't believe I'm saying this but I think I love you but I'm worried about that park guard, she is mean and I'm afraid of what she will make us do tomorrow.â€Â
“Don't worry about that threatening slut. She thinks that she is in charge but she will soon learn that Carmen is in control. I will bring a small tape recorder tomorrow and we will put it in your purse and she will talk her way into trouble. Once we get her on tape she will never bother us again. Don't worry baby you are my bitch now and I intend to take good care of you. You are my own kitty licker now and nobody is going to force us to do anything that we don't want to do.†Amanda beamed and felt safe with Carmen and realized right then and there that she would do anything that her Latin lover asked her to do.
The next day they waited in the park for their tormentor to arrive. They didn't have to wait long as Ruby pulled up in a red Buick and told them to get in. Carmen told Amanda to turn on the recorder before entering the car. All three females sat in the front seat with Carmen in the middle. Carmen asked, “Where are we going and what do you have planned for us?â€Â
Ruby shot back, “Listen bitch, all you have to know is that you are my fuck toys and you will do whatever I tell you to do. Do as I say or you will end up in jail eating nasty crack whore cunts. If you must know I am going to take you to a friend's house and we are going to fuck the shit out of you with our big black dildos.â€Â
Before Ruby stopped laughing Carmen demanded, “Stop the car before I kick the shit out of you.†Ruby was furious and pulled the car to the side of the road but she was in shock when she heard the tape playing. Ruby lunged for the tape but Carmen grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back and asserted, “Don't say another word or you will be in a world of hurt. Now start the car and drop us off where I tell you to. If you ever give either one of any trouble you will pay dearly, do you understand?â€Â
Ruby knew that she was defeated and bowed her head and in a subdued voice said, “Yes I do understand and will not bother you again; just let me know where you want me to drop you off.†They got out in front of Carmen's house and went inside to get some soda and call Josie.
They drank some cola and Rose was somewhat surprised by how much older her daughter's new friend was that she met at the park but decided that it was a good thing because Amanda was well mannered and seamed to be such a nice lady. Rose thought that the woman would be a good influence on her daughter; she had no idea that Carmen was in-to women. About a half hour later Josie picked them up and they drove to Amanda's house.
Amanda served iced-tea as they relaxed in the living room. Carmen instructed Amanda to stock up with some beer and Josie's mouth opened wide when Carmen said, “ This sweet little white woman is my pussy licking bitch, I own her, she has a long tongue and tonight I will share her with you!†Carmen was in control and enjoined them to take off their clothes. The 19 year old Josie was quickly becoming aroused; her only lesbian experience was with Carmen and now she was about to participate in a threesome, her young pussy was flooding. As soon as they were naked Carmen laughed and stated, “Wow, talk about contrast, this is awesome.†Jose was a mixture of black and Puerto Rican, had 34 C breast, short brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. Carmen told Josie to sit on her lap and face forward.
Carmen spread her legs wide, had Josie do the same, and then Amanda was instructed to kneel on the floor and eat both pussies. The older white woman just stared at the two dark pussies as if in a trance. Carmen broke her trance by declaring, “You are one lucky white bitch; we are offering four hot spicy holes for you to worship with your lips and long tongue. Get to it baby and make our kitty-cats purr and we will give you plenty to drink with your meal.†When it hit her what Carmen meant by four holes she was frightened but as she gazed at the dripping, horny, luscious, and inviting hunks of girl flesh she was overcome by carnal cravings and lowered her blond head to the dark and delicious canals where the still waters flowed.
Amanda was lost in a feeding frenzy, she licked, sucked, and tongue probed every orifice with fervor and savored every taste of the lusty Latin girls. The degrading felling that she had when she tongue fucked their ass-holes only made her hotter and she was reaching sublime orgasms with the girls. Amanda reached heights of ecstasy that she never knew existed when as a reward for her oral pleasuring of the two beautiful girls they laid the woman on her back and kissed and licked every inch of her inflamed body. The girls lingered for awhile on her small breasts, sucking on her rubbery nipples, then on her tummy and thighs. Amanda exploded and saw stars as both girls tongued and sucked her honey-pot with a hungry fervor. Her orgasm was so intense that she passed out. When she awoke it was dark and the girls were gone.
Amanda went into the kitchen to get some coffee; it was 8 o'clock in the evening and she couldn't believe that she slept so long. She sat at the kitchen table and thought how drastically her life had changed. As her mind drifted back her pussy grew moist when she thought of the luscious Latin girl and how much she loved it when Carmen was in control. She never imagined that she would be attracted to another female let alone be totally captivated and willing to obey the young siren's every command. Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard her lover's sensual voice telling her that they were coming back with a big surprise for her.
She threw on a robe and tried to freshen up so that she looked good for Carmen. When the doorbell rang the excited woman rushed to the door to greet her lover. The girls brushed by the timid woman carrying a case of beer and a small black bag. They opened three beers and put the rest in the refrigeration. Half way through the beers Carmen declared, “Let's go up to your bedroom and break in your bed. I want to fuck you in your bed. Come on.†Each girl took hold of an arm and they ushered the confused woman to the bedroom.
They took off Amanda's robe and stripped themselves. Carmen asked Amanda, “Did you ever suck a big black cock? How about your ass? Did your husband ever fuck you in the ass? I want you to suck my big cock and then I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before and Josie is going to drill your bum hole!â€Â
Not having a clue what was going on, Amanda answered, “I've given my husband blow jobs but never let him touch my ass. What are you talking about? You are both girls; how could you possibly do those things to me?â€Â
When Carmen opened the black bag Amanda's mouth opened wide and her eyes almost popped out when she saw the 9', very black, and very thick dildo. Josie pulled one out that was about the same length but it was purple and thin. She let out a long gasp as the girls strapped on their cocks. Amanda sat on the edge of the bed in total disbelief when Carmen put the big black dildo to her lips and and told her to suck it. Carmen then directed Josie to her knees and ordered her to eat the woman's pussy and lube her ass with her tongue.
The more Josie ate her pussy and ass the more feverishly she gobbled up the black cock in her hungry mouth. Carmen fucked her face with vigor and said, “That's it bitch, slobber all over my cock and get it good and wet!â€Â
The domineering girl grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled her head back as the dildo plopped out of her sucking mouth. Amanda was roughly pushed on her back. Her creamy legs were spread wide and Carmen plowed right in with the dildo. At first the woman screamed out in pain but as her pussy stretched and she became accustomed to the size of the dildo the pain was replaced with copious pleasure. As Carmen pounded away hitting the depths of Amanda's love canal the lust filled woman wrapped her legs around her lover and submitted totally to her passion and fucked back as hard as she was being fucked. While plunging the black weapon to the hilt up the sopping pussy Carmen felt the friction on her own clit and orgasmed with the squirming blond.
Carmen laid down on her back and made Amanda taste her own cum and pussy juices on the dildo. Carmen then unstrapped the dildo and pulled the pretty face to her smoldering cunt and demanded that Amanda worship her womanhood with her mouth and tongue. Amanda lovingly feasted at the alter of her Latin love goddess. Carmen waved her hand directing Josie to get behind the horny white woman. Amanda's ass temptingly swayed in the air as she hungrily devoured the spicy pussy.
Josie kissed all over the creamy buttocks, then stuck her tongue up the little brown hole, next she inserted a finger in as she spat into it. Josie then put her fingers in her own steamy cunt and smeared the dildo with her pussy juice to lube it up good. Slowly she penetrated the puckered brown hole with the skinny purple dildo and gradually picked up speed until she was pounding the pudding with passion! Amanda could not believe how good the purple pole felt up her tush and humped back like a crazed sex maniac while she continued to stick her long pink tongue up the tangy love hole. The three females reached spectacular orgasms together. Carmen had more plans for her little submissive but when she saw that Amanda was totally spent they kissed her goodnight and left. Carmen promised to call her the next day.
The following afternoon Amanda was thrilled when Carmen called and met her in the park. They sat on the very same bench where the two lovers first met, the blond bought two beers, and they were enjoying the beautiful day and each others company when Carmen asked, “When is your daughter coming home from school; will she be spending the summer with you?â€Â
“I ah... um... don't know for sure. She mentioned spending some time with her girl friend at her parents home and then the two of them visiting me. Why do you ask?â€Â
Noticing the worried and concerned look on her submissive lovers face Carmen decided to degrade her even more saying, “Well you see it is like this, Josie wants her own submissive cunt lapper just like I have but it is doubtful that she knows how to go about acquiring one so I thought your little girl might be just what we are looking for! How old is she and does she have a long tongue like you?â€Â
“What? How dare you talk about Amber that way. She is 20 years old, is a good girl and would never do such a thing.â€Â
“But you did say that she had a girl friend and for all we know your little Amber might just have her face buried between her girl friend's legs as we speak. Good girls like sex too you know.â€Â
“Stop it please; she has a girl that is her friend not her lover. You know that I would do anything for you but not my daughter. Please leave her out of this and don't mention it again.â€Â
“If you say so but then you have got to help me find a pussy craving slut for Josie.â€Â
“Me? How can I help you? I've never seduced a girl in my life and wouldn't even know where to begin.â€Â
“Just leave it to me and do exactly as I say.†Carmen was wearing a short skirt and spread her legs revealing that she had no panties on. Whenever a female passed by she would spread her long caramel legs wider watching their eyes and expressions. Some were embarrassed, some stared but kept walking, some looked indigent, while others seemed not to notice. After awhile a stunning redhead stopped in her tracks, placed her hands on her hips, and sang out, “My, my, little girl you are one hot tamale aren't you? You must be proud of your young pussy to put it on display like that. If ever I saw a little girl that was looking to get fucked, it is you. Am I right and may I join you?â€Â
“Sure have a seat between my friend and I.†Amanda scooted over to make room for the voluptuous redhead. Carmen cupped her own gigantic breast and cooed, “You are right; I am hot but do I look like a little girl to you?â€Â
Amanda looked on mesmerized at the 30 year old woman, her breast were full and round and tantalizingly threatened to pop out of the low-cut blouse. Her shining red hair accented those big green eyes, her legs were long and shapely, and her tongue licked her pink lips as she watched the Latin seductress manipulate her own tits while still displaying her appetizing young pussy. The woman introduced herself as Brenda and asked where they could go to get better acquainted.
They walked to Amanda's house and the blond went to the kitchen to get beers for everyone. Carmen was in control and guided one of Amanda's and one of Brenda's hands to her heaving breast. She then removed her top so that she could feel their squeezing hands on her bare breasts. Carmen exclaimed, “Oh yes ladies that feels so fucking good, suck my nipples now, let me feel your lips on my big tits. Oh yes, hell yes...â€Â
It didn't take long before they were all naked and Carmen ate Amanda's pussy while Brenda lowered her red bush to Amanda's sweet face. They greedily devoured each other's hot pussies until they were tired, took a break and sipped their beer. Carmen disappointedly told Amanda, “I don't think that Brenda is what we are looking for.â€Â
Brenda was puzzled by the remark and asked. “What do you mean I am not what you are looking for? What is wrong with me and what exactly are you looking for?â€Â
Carmen purred, “No, there is nothing wrong with you at all. You are simply divine, we would like to get together with you again but we are looking for a submissive slut for a friend of mine.â€Â
Brenda laughed and said, “You are correct, I am not what you are looking for. I am not into that domination and submissive shit. I don't even want to have a relationship with another woman. I have all the relationship that I need with my husband but I sure do enjoy casual sex with a hot cunt every now and then.â€Â
Carmen shook her head and said, “I guess we will just have to try again tomorrow. We didn't find what we were looking for but we sure did have a lot of fun.†Amanda agreed and thought to herself that Brenda's pussy was just as good as Carmen's but she thought better of saying that out loud.
Brenda said, “Wait a minute, I just thought of something. About six months ago I met this young lady that runs a book store down the street. Let's see now, Yes the name of the store is “Ladies Book Shop.†It has everything to do with women from lesbians to sewing. The girl kept staring at me so I kind of seduced her. She locked the door and lapped up my horny cunt. She was very good at it and I went back a couple more times but she said that she loved me and followed me around like a puppy dog. Poor girl couldn't understand that all I wanted was the sex. Her name is Mary, she is extremely shy and eager to please. Sounds like she is just what you are looking for.â€Â
Brenda would not exchange numbers because of her husband but did take Amanda's number and expressed a desire to see them again. She laughed and said that as soon as she got the itch again, which wouldn't be long, she would call. She kissed them goodbye, wished them luck with their seduction of Mary, and said that she wanted to hear every detail.
Late the next afternoon Carmen and Amanda were on their way to the book store for the seduction of Mary. The bell on the door rang as they entered the quaint bookstore. Behind the counter was a 23 year old woman with light brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts, and a slim build. Carmen said, “You must be Mary, I have heard so much about you.â€Â
The wary woman meekly replied, “Yes my name is Mary Murphy. How did you know my name and how may I help you?â€Â
A wicked smile crossed Carmen's beautiful face and she sexily stated, “There is this friend of ours named Brenda; I'm sure you remember her, she is a stunning redhead. Anyway, she spoke highly of your customer service skills and tells us that you really know how to satisfy a customer. I am looking forward to you servicing us.â€Â
Mary turned beet red at the lewd implications of the busty Latin girl and tried to conceal her arousal by stating, “Yes I remember Brenda very well she is a good customer and if I can help you find what you are looking for just ask. We have books on just about every subject that is of interest to women and the category's are in alphabetical order. If you need assistance please don't hesitate to call on me.â€Â
Amanda didn't like the awkwardness of the situation and said, “My but the store is lovely; it reminds me of something from the last century. Do you own the book store?
“Thank you, I am glad that you like it. Yes, my parents gave me the store before they went back to Ireland to live. They wanted me to go with them but I decided to stay here. I changed the stock but the store itself is still the same.†They browsed the store before stopping at the lesbian section. There were three other women in the store.
They were alone in the aisle until an 18 year old blond entered the aisle. While looking through the books Carmen found an interesting title and showed it to Amanda and the young blond who blushed when Carmen announced, “Look at the title of this book, (Creative Cunnilingus) damn, they even have books that teach you how to eat pussy! I think that I will buy it for my little cunt lapper although she can really make a pussy purr some pointers couldn't hurt. Amanda show our new friend how good you can eat pussy.â€Â
Amanda froze in place but when Carmen gave her a stern look she dropped to her knees and got lost under the stunned girl's skirt. Carmen put her arm around the 5'2†girl with 34 C tits, big blue eyes, slightly stocky but not fat, with the face of an angel and asked, “What's your name honey? Have you ever been with a woman before?â€Â
“My name is Lucy and sort of.â€Â
“Sort of, what does that mean?â€Â
“Well one time a friend from school played some of her parents porno tapes and we fingered each other. Another time she had another friend over and she joined us, it was hot.â€Â
“Just fingers? Then you never had a tongue in your pussy or tasted another girl? How does it feel to have an older woman lick your precious peach?
“Oh, yes, it feels wonderful but should we be doing this in public?†Carmen licked the girl's ear and chuckled when the girl moaned in ecstasy. The seductive temptress squeezed Lucy's breasts and told her to enjoy and not to worry. She pointed out that the only people around were other horny women. Carmen called Mary over saying that she needer some help.
Mary was about to ask how she could be of assistance when she spotted Lucy fucking the older woman's face and gasped, “They should not be doing this in here. This is a place of business.â€Â
Carmen looked her in the eyes, put her hand's on Mary's shoulders, and kissed her full on the lips. The girl kissed back passionately and sucked on Carmen's probing tongue. Carmen could feel the girl yield in sweet surrender and told Mary to go lock the door and hurry back. The lusty Latin removed Lucy's top and skirt and said that she wanted to see her bitch's tongue do it's magic on her young cunt. Carmen smiled lustily when she watched Amanda's long tongue slip in and out of Lucy's bald, dripping, and steaming young pussy.
Mary returned and was visibly aroused as she gazed at the older woman feasting on the young girl. Carmen ordered Mary to disrobe and slipped out of her own clothes. Carmen pulled Mary to her breasts and told her to suck them. Mary eagerly nursed on the huge tits as Carmen hand fed them to her hungry mouth. Then Mary was pushed to her knees and did not hesitate. She attacked the wet pussy like a lion on a lamb. As Mary feverishly devoured her steaming cunt Carmen looked over at her lover tongue fucking the young blond and pulled Mary's face tight to her fuming cunt and cried out, “Yeah baby, suck it hard, you are every bit as good as Brenda said you are. Drain all my cum out and drink it all, yes, suck, suck, suck, yessssss!â€Â
As she regained her composure after a fantastic orgasm Carmen noticed a heavy-set Mexican woman in her mid forties with her skirt up and three fingers working her hairy pussy as she stared transfixed at the lewd display of wanton lesbian sex. Carmen ordered Mary and Amanda to give the Mexican woman the best sex of her life. The seductress walked over to Lucy and fingered her sweet little love box. Carmen exclaimed, “I just love your little bald pussy. I want to taste it but first let me introduce you to the joys of eating pussy. Do you like my big hairy Latin cunt? Get on your knees and eat my caramel candy. You are going to love it sweet thing, trust me.â€Â
Lucy got to her knees and stared at he hot, meaty, hunk of womanhood just inches from her lovely face. Lucy's face flushed with desire to consume the fuming pussy. As she breathed in the musky aroma of the turned-on womanhood she knew that she was about to do something that she had fantasized about but didn't think that she would ever really do. She could feel her own juices flowing as she surrendered to the overwhelming temptation to devour the spicy girl's scrumptious slit. She felt electricity as her lips meet Carmen's pussy lips. The moist meat felt and tasted fantastic. She licked and sucked with fervor then wrapped her tongue around the ringed clit. She licked and nibbled on the clit until she could feel Carmen tremble and quake. Both girls were lost in sublime rapture when Lucy licked every last drop of girl-cum out of Carmen's exploding volcano.
Carmen glanced over to see Mary gobbling up the Mexican woman's sopping cunt while Amanda sat on the woman's face and fucked her mouth vigorously.
After the orgy the women dressed and as the Mexican woman went out the door she said, “I will be a regular customer here from now on, thank you very much for the most exciting day of my life.†Carmen gave Mary and Lucy Amanda's address and commanded them both to be there at 8pm the next night.
After they got to Amanda's place they relaxed with a couple of beers and Carmen announced, “Josie will join the little party tomorrow night and if she likes Mary then I will give Mary to Josie for her birthday next month. I like Lucy and she will be my bitch!â€Â
“What? I thought I was your bitch. How could you do this to me? Are you going to just move on to the next one and toss me aside?â€Â
“Oh stop it Amanda; you are my number one bitch and that is not going to change. I might even move in with you. Don't fret honey you will have to learn to share me but the up-side is I will be sharing you. We will play around but we will do it together. Just think about it; your long tongue will be in a sling from eating so much pussy! Who knows, I just might build a stable of pussy licking fillies and open a lesbian cat-house!†As they drifted off to sleep together for the first time Amanda was glad that her lover called her mom to tell her that she was spending the night but the older woman was concerned about all of the wild things Carmen had planned. She thought that it would be just Carmen and her but she would do what ever her lover wanted. She laughed to herself as she visioned her tongue in a sling.
THE END    I appreciate all feedback. Please let me know what you think at lustylee@cox,net     Thank you
I woke up or should I say came to, the room I was in was quite dark heavy red curtains covered the windows. I had no idea where I was or how I had got there for that matter, the last thing I remembered was having a beer in a London Pub. I assumed I was still in London though that was just a guess, I was a country town boy in the big city for the Motor Show.
I figured I would get out of bed and find out where I was, that was up until I found my arms were fastened to the top of the bed. Okay I thought to myself this is different, trouble was I was busting for a piss I shouted hoping someone was home otherwise this mattress was going to get wet shortly.
The door opened and a guy came in he looked to be in his thirties well built, odd thing was he had a mask on. I told him
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to stop fucking about and undo the leather cuffs and let me have a piss. I would have been able to show more athority if I wasn't completely naked, it didn't help that he was as well. Instead of untying me he just got one of those hospital piss bottles and told me to use that instead. If I hadn't been busting for a leak and tied up I would have told him to shove it up his arse, instead I let him put my dick in the neck of the bottle and pissed.
With that load off my mind I started to take in my position, tied to a bed naked with a similar lack of attired guy. Just when I figured things couldn't get worse the guy started to get a hard on, believe me when I say it wasn't a small cock either. He sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of my limp dick slowly rubbing his thumb across the head, of course it decided it felt good and came out to play. (I never was able to control my cock at the best of times)
I can't say I was comfortable with what was going on, less so when he took my cock in his mouth and began gently sucking on it. I told him to just undo the fucking cuffs and leave me alone I wasn't a queer. It would have meant more if my cock wasn't hard as a rock in his mouth. The thing that bothered me was his own cock was as hard as a rock too, he took his mouth off my cock and positioned himself so that his cock was next to my mouth. He told me to suck it, I told him to fuck off, he reminded me I was not in a position to refuse and if I bit his cock I was going to be very sorry. Put that way I opened my mouth as his cock was forced against my lips. Once in it tasted slightly salty a weird mix of something else, the head filled my mouth though the texture was not unpleasant. I wondered if mine felt the same in his mouth, as he slowly increased the pressure I wondered if I was going to suffocate on it. Just as I thought I was about to gag he eased the pressure before returning it again, I realised he was slowly fucking my mouth.
The guy returned to sucking my own cock his mouth matching his cock movements. Suddenly he inserted a finger in my arse not harshly but a steady insistant pressure on my sphincter that eased its way deeper. I tried to tighten up but all that did was cause me a bit of pain, so I relaxed as much as I could the trouble with doing that was I started to enjoy the feeling. In my mouth his cock was starting to leak pre-cum and I was having to swallow it as best I could so I didn't gag, it seemed the more I swallowed the more it leaked. My own cock was now issueing its own pre-cum it seemed the more he worked his finger in my arse the more my cock leaked, then suddenley I started to shoot my load. What amazed me was how much I seemed to cum it just seemed to gush I though my balls were going to shoot out of the head of my cock. I knew the guy had swallowed every drop of my cum but he was still working at getting every last drop, his cock suddenley seemed to expand filling my mouth even more. I was suddenly overwhelmed with gobs of sticky cum it filled my mouth forcing its way down my throat out of the corners of my mouth, it was just as well he took his cock out or I would have drowned on his cum. I swallowed a mouthfull the rest splashed over my face chest hair everywhere, it seemed he shot gallons of it.
I lay there gasping for air my mouth still sticky with his cum I got myself some saliva and used it to clean the stickyness from my teeth and tongue before swallowing it. I figured the guy would undo my wrists and let me go now but his still hard cock let me know it wasn't going to happen just yet.
    Veronica was only 13 years old and though she hasn't had many relations, most being of guys who only desired to take her virginity, she knew a great deal about relations. She was 5'5 with a dirty blonde hair that feel to the bottom of her neck with a set of emerald green eyes. Still developing she already had a perfect set of beginning C cups. She wasnt the nerdy type but she enjoyed chatting on the computer and messing with her games. She didnt go out much, which even to her parents surprise she was still in great shape.
    Her routine was always the same, go to school, talk to her friends, come home, homework then computer. To her just a normal day. She got home from school and slinging her blue and black book bag into the corner of the kitche
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n, she raided the cupboards for a snack. Not seeing much of intrest she grabbed the small bag of goldfish and ran upstairs to her room. Tossin her shoes into the corner she looked around for her black tabby cat who normally slept on her pillow. Shrugging, she pulled off her red school uniform top, revealing a beautiful body that she was proud of. She hung the top back up in the closet, "I only wore it a few hours, not that dirty, " was all she thought as she started to remove her skirt. Her legs were long, smooth, and hairless. She now stood in her under garments and socks, she began to hum her favorite song in her head as she rumaged through her dresser for a shirt and shorts.
    She decided on a green shirt with a smiley face on it and a pair of black shorts that only came just above her knee. She sat down at the computer and signed into her Instant messanger systems. Immediatly her friend Calli sent her a message. They chatted for a few minutes till Alex suggested trying a chatroom, she didnt even give Veronica enough time to decide before she sent the link. Seeing no harm, she clicked the link, signed up, and entered the world of chatrooms under the name "LittleAngel." It was her first chatroom, outside of a created chatroom with her friends and she had no clue of what to say so she just sat back and watched. She sat there for almost twenty miutes when someone named "TheDarkOne" sent her a private message.    "Hi there, its a chat room, speak up girl.....you are girl right? lol" Veronice just sat for a sec and finally replied:    "I'm new to chatrooms so I dont really know what to say, I may just leave though"    "Why? Eh, just takes some gettin used to, hope you dont mind me asking, but how old are you?    Without hesitation she quickly replied "13, what about you?"    "Im 17" Seeing his age she immediatly thought that this was wrong. She was talkin with someone 4 years older than her. She didnt know what to say really, oldest age student in her school was 15, so an age difference this big seemed odd to her.    "You there?" He replied after a time of silence    "Im sorry, ya." She didnt know why but she felt, even though she had just met him, she could trust him.    "Its okay" They chat for several hours. Discussing music, food, literature, religion, and even where they lived. Veronica learned he was only a few states away from her. It did make her feel uneasy but almost calm in a way aswell. She looked at the clock and noticed it was already 10pm    "Whoa, im sorry I have to go" She quickly typed in.    "Okay...you going to be on tomorrow?" Was his reply    "Yup same time, now I have to go before my mom or dad catch me on the computer this late" Without waiting she signed out, closed off the internet, and turned off the computer. She got up from the desk and opened her bedroom door a bit and looked into the hall seeing two shadows comming from the kitchen conversing,"Night mom, night dad," she called and without waiting shut the door. She went to her bed and climbed in and laid there a minute.    "Wonder what he really looks likes...mmm" she said in a slight whisper and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
 When she got home from school that day she didn't even bother with removing her uniform and immediatly signed into the chatroom. A moment later "TheDarkOne" messaged her and they wasted no time talking.  "So whats your real name Dark?" Veronica typed  "Jason, but my friends call me Jay."  "Im Veronica" and she was immediatly followed with "Beautiful name" She only knew two guys named Jason and they were both jerks in school.  "Do you have a picture of yourself Jay?" She was smiling now, a big one showing off her white teeth in the reflection of the screen.  "Hold on" he responded. A few moments later a webcam symbol popped up to reveal a young man who definatly seemed 17. His hair was dark brown and covered part of his face, length wise it went to the back of his neck all around but he had it parted in the middle so it covered his eyes partly. His eyes were unable to be soon clearly, but they looked to be blue and from what she could see he appeared to have some muscle on him.  "Wow" she replied, "You look good" She started to giggle as she watched him smile.  "So what about you, you got a cam?" Without hesitation she jumped up and grabbed her camera and plugged it in. Soon her image was up and moving and she realized she was still in her uniform  "Oh god, i'll be right back" She didnt want to be seen in her dorky school uniform and ran to change. Jason sat back looking at the still image of her bedroom. He could see a closet which the door was barely shut and dark inside and could see the foot of her bed. Moments later she came into the picture wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, putting up her uniform. As she approached the computer Jason's eyes widened as he watched her tits jiggle slightly as she walked to the computer and sat down  "Miss me? teehee" She started to giggle and looked closer into his cam. His room was dark and only a small flickering light was seen in the background, the TV. Jason snapped back into reality  "Yup" As he adjusted his seat.  They began to talk about useless details of school and of how there days went. As time went on she started to grow closer to him and even to Jason's surprise he was starting to like her as well.
 Over the course of a few weeks they started getting closer and they started to fall in love with one another and after a few weeks they decided they could try an internet relation and became boyfriend and girlfriend. Veronica knew her parents wouldnt like the idea of her dating someone four years older than her and a few states away so she kept it quiet. She only told Calli about him, but she didn't care to much about relations. She has been in a few and all guys abused her, so her only friendly advice was 'Be careful'  As time went on Veronica and Jason started to exchange addresses and phone numbers. It was an everyday thing for them to chat on webcam except for days he worked. However he could only call her cell and only when she said so. All the while her parents were oblivious to the fact of her dating. They dated for a year online and his heart was hers to keep as was hers to him. Over the year Veronica turned 14 and developed into a full C cup and it seemed to be as far as she would grow for now. Her hair was now to her shoulder blades and she kept it tied in a pony tail now.  On christmas day however, she recieved a package from Jason but not in the form she wanted, her parents got to it first. Yells and disagreements were thrown about that day and even though she got the ring he sent her, as well as the letter, after what was told to her by her parents, she started to think. 'Will we even meet?' "Is this a game to him?' No matter what she did she couldnt shake the feelings.  "Jason...." She said slowly on the phone. The way she said it a lump grew in his throat instantly.  "Yea sweety?" His voice weak, he feared for what the possibility was.  "I dont think this can work with us, my mom found the package and if she knows im still with you, I dont know what she'd do to me." It was silent for a moment and then she heard a sniffle on the other end.  "What?! WHY!? Just because your parents found out that doesnt mean we have to break up, its what you want, not them!" He was frantic, a mix of anger and depression. She started to cry and tried to talk clearly as she could to him  "I know, but we cant im sorry....I'll always love you though" and she hung up. Jason dropped the phone instantly and began to cry for her. He was shivering and he couldn't breathe, his hair stuck to his tear covered face. He sat in his room, his anger and frustration building. All the dreams he had with her, all the fun they had together, they were thrown out the window and crushed like his heart was now. He looked into the mirror and seeing his face covered with damp sticky hair on his face and his cheeks red from crying.  "Im going to see that dam bitch" He said angrily as he punched the mirror in, sending glass flying about and drops of blood
 Jason was overcome with anger as he wrote down the address and looked it up. He finally had directions to Veronica's and she was going to pay for what she did to him, for crushing his heart. He was writing down the directions when a grin overcame him, her parents were leaving for the week and she had told him that she was staying by herself and her friend may visit and stay with her.  He got in his car and drove several hours to his destination. He parked at a hotel that was convieniantly a block away. He got a room with a view of her house and slept a peaceful dream of what he had planned for her. About noon the next day he pulled out his cellphone and called Vironica. The phone rang three times till she answered it.  "Hello?"  "Hey Vironica" He said quietly and gently  "Jason?.....hey, whats going on?" She was actually a little scared of him, knowing how angry he was that day she broke up with him.  "Nothing I just wanted to check on you, make sure your okay" He said sweetly, she was a little nervous still but calmed down a bit  "Oh, well im doing okay, my parents are about to leave on there trip"  "Okay then, well, i'll see you soon" He said quickly  "okay..wait what?" She responded just as he hung up. She was confused, but thought maybe it was a mistake what he ment. He is afterall a few states away.  Jason sat in the hotel room and watched out the window until he saw her standing on the steps of her house waving goodbye to her parents as they pulled out and headed off down the street. Jason immediatly walked out of his room as Veronica walked inside. He got to her front step and found that she didn't even bother to lock the door. He snuck inside and took a quick glance about. He could hear a faint sound comming from the living room. He peered around the corner and saw her laying on the couch talking on the phone. He sat briefly till she finally hung up and set the phone aside. She was wearing a black shirt and pink shorts that stopped at her thighs. He wasted no time, he quietly snuck up and convered her mouth and struck her unconscious.  When she woke, she felt her hands restrained. She was sitting up right against her bed with her hands restrained above her head with handcuffs. She looked around and saw a figure standing in the dark. The figure moved and turned on the ligh, showing Jason standing there with an evil grin.  "J-Jason!?" She exclaimed quickly. He didnt say a word and walked to the side of the bed. "Let me go!" She cried out "Now!"  "I will, after I take something of your's" he said staring between her legs. Her eyes widened instantly  "N-NO, please no!" She cried out He didnt say a word. He placed his hand on top of her beast and trailed his hand down to the seam of her shorts. He looked into her eyes, seeing her fear as she continued to yell.  "Shut the fuck up bitch!" He said with a hard slap across her face. Her cries of fear, turned to cries of pain. He slapped her again "I said shut the hell up!" She tried to quiet her crys, she didnt want to be hit again.  He slid his hand deeper into her shorts feeling a few wisps of hairs. "Hehe, nice, now lets check that pussy of yours" Veronica pulled her legs in close and shut them tight tryin to prevent Jason from gaining access. Jason just laughed and slid his middle finger into the tight hole.  Veronica couldnt believe the man she once loved was now having his way with her. "Stop please, Im a virgin!" Jason only smiled and started to move his finger in and out of her virgin slit. She had masterbated before and even as being raped her urges still grew and rose. She started to grow wet as he finger fucked her, being careful not to break her yet.  Veronica closed her eyes in disgust with what was going on as well with her body betrayal. She was starting to moan slowly when he removed his wet finger from her damp slit.  "Your a tight little girl" Jason said as he climbed on the bed and pulled out a knife. Veronica immediatly screamed. "Aw shut up damnit! Im not going to kill you!" He placed the knife to her throat, "Unless you give me a reason..." She shut up immediatly, except for her whimpers. He took the knife and started to cut away her shirt from the bottom until he got to the collar, then with his bare hands ripped the shirt the rest of the way open. Her clevage was now exposed, only her black bra concealed her. Without hesitation he cut her bra off and tossed it aside. Her breasts were perfect, her tiny pink nipples just waiting. He leaned down and started to suck on them and massaging the other one with his hand. She couldnt believe it but she was actually enjoying it and let a little moan out on accident.  "So the little bitch loves it eh?" He pulled back and squeezed both of her now erect nipples as she moaned louder. He starts to trail his tongue around her nipples and down her body to the seam of her pants. He sat up and grabbed her shorts and started to yank them off. Veronica closed her legs to try and keep him from removing them, even though her body betrayed her, she still had her dignity. He punched her stomache and the wind escaped her along with the fight in her legs. He pulled them off to reveal a pink pair of panites, now damp with her wetness. He laid down between her legs, placing his mouth over her pussy and sucked her the final article of clothing into his mouth and proceeded to remove them. As her underwear passed over her toes she quickly rose her foot and kicked him in the face. The force sent him back and off the bed. He let out a grunt of frustration and stood holding his face.  "Your going to fucking pay for that!"  "Let me go! Your going to be the one in trouble, not me!" She cried. He grabbed her feet and held them still as he climbed back on top of her. "Your already in trouble." He said angrily. He leaned down and slid his tongue deep into her pussy and shocks went through her body. He proceded to lap and lick her pussy as she began to moan louder with every passing minute. Soon she felt an orgasim starting to swell within her body. "Ahhhhh"  He started to pay extra attention to her clit now. She couldnt control herself now as she wrapped her legs around his head and forced him deeper into her. His pace quickened and she let out a loud scream as she began to cum. Cum flowed into his mouth as every jolt of the smaller orgasims followed. He pulled back, his lips coated with her juice. "Such a little girl with so much in her."  She just sat there breathing heavily, cum still dribbling out of her slit. She had never had an orgasim so big. He leaned closer and forced a kiss onto her lips. He held her head still as she tried to move away as the taste of her own juice start to transfer to her. Veronica looked up to see him now removing his jeans and boxers. "Now its my turn!" He said revealing his erect 8inch cock.
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This is my first story so let me know what you think. Also any suggestions or ideas for part 2 feel free to email me justmejp89@aol.com
   It was another normal Friday night as Jake and Rob were playing video games like usual. The two 15 year olds were enjoying themselves, playing Halo like every other week. Their conversation went something like this: "What a fucking noob. We totally pwned that dumbass" "Fuck yea man" "Oh shit he got me" "Dude I fucking sniped his ass" Because they were both still going through puberty and extremely horny, their conversation led to sex. Jake asked Rob," Hey dude, have you had sex yet?". Rob replied,"Nah, you?". "Nope but I can't wait to fuck the shit out of some girl" "Yea me too." "It's too ha
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rd to get a chick though." "Yea, you're right. Girls aren't into guys like us." "I just got an idea. You know what we should do? It's a little extreme but I've got a plan for us to lose our virginities." "How?" "We're gonna date rape someone." "Dude, isn't that wrong. And besides, how the fuck are we gonna get hold of some rufie or whatever..." "Don't worry, I know a guy. I think we can get it cheap. And don't worry dude, we won't get caught. There's a dance next Friday so we can both go and pick out our victim there." "Alrite man, but if we get caught this was your idea."
   The following Friday, Jake and Rob got ready for the dance. Jake had purchased some rufie earlier that week from some dealers he knew. His plan was to slip the rufie into some girls' drink, bring her back to his place, and rape her. Jake's house was perfect because his parents were gone for the weekend. No one would notice them leaving the party either because almost all of the school was there so nobody would miss a few people. When Jake and Rob got to the dance, they scanned the dance floor for hot girls. After about 30 minutes of looking around, Rob spotted a girl he definetely wanted to fuck. He said to Jake," Hey dude, how 'bout Amy over there?" Amy was one of the hottest girls in school. She was 18 with a slim body that all the guys fantasized about. She was obviously out of their league and she wouldn't even consider fucking any 15 year old unless it was against her will. Jake agreed that Amy would be their victim.    Jake spiked a cup of punch and walked over to where Amy was standing. He discreetly switched her the cup with the spiked punch. She was too distracted talking on the phone to notice the switch. After a few minutes Amy drank the punch, then Jake went over to Amy and asked to talk to her privately outside. Amy didn't think much of it. She just thought he was another one of her many admirers confessing their love for her. Because he was so young, she didn't see him as a threat so she agreed to go outside with him. By the time she got outside, she was feeling drowsy. She could barely stand up straight. She collasped on the floor just as Rob came outside looking for Jake. They grabbed Amy and called a taxi to pick them up. They explained to the cab driver that Amy was Jake's older sister who got drunk at the dance so they have to take her home. They didn't seem suspicious so the cab driver brought them to Jake's house.    When they got there, Jake and Rob hastily brought Amy inside the house. They carried her all the way into Jake's room, and onto his bed. Jake said," Holy shit, I can't believe this worked out the way I planned." Rob replied," So who's gonna go first?" "Shit, let's just take off her clothes first. I always wanted to touch a girls breasts." First they slowly took off Amy's shirt, then pants. They got her down to her bra and panties. Jake grabbed the bra and ripped it off while Rob tore off Amy's panties. The 2 adolescent boys were now in front of a naked 18 year old girl that they were about to rape. They were so horny they couldn't keep their hands off her. They had their hands all over her breasts, belly, ass, and they even fingered her pussy. Their penises were now fully erect and pushing out towards their pants. Rob said," Rock, Paper, Scissor for it." "Fine with me." "1...2...3... ROCK!" "PAPER!" "Shit, you get to go first you lucky bastard. Don't take too long man cuz I can't wait to fuck her."    With that Rob left the room and Jake had Amy all to himself. He was naked within seconds of Rob leaving the room. His penis was already fully erect and he couldn't wait to see what pussy felt like. He spread Amy's legs and held his firm penis in front of Amy's pussy. He slowly prodded her pussy and tried to penetrate her. He barely got the head of his penis inside her before he couldn't go any further. She was tight for an 18 year old girl. Jake grabbed a bottle of vaseline and lubed up his penis with it. Then he reinserted his penis inside her. This time he got the head of his penis inside with no problem and he even went further. Inch by inch his penis slid inside her. It was the best feeling of his life. It definetely beat playing Halo. He could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy as he worked his penis all the way in. Once he was fully inside of her he began to move in and out in a smooth rythm. Everytime his penis reappeared out of her pussy, it was glistening with her juice. Jake just kept fucking Amy in missionary position until he heard a moan from her. It scared the shit out of him because he thought she had woken up, but it was just her body reacting to his steady pumping. After about 10 minutes of fucking Amy, Jake tensed up and sprayed his semen inside of her womb. It felt way better than masturbated by himself.    When Jaked was done with Amy, he got dressed and gave Rob his turn. Rob immediately stripped off his clothes in anticipation after waiting for Jake to be finished. He quickly grabbed Amy's legs and laid them over his shoulders while he positioned his penis at her pussy. He quickly thrusted inside of her and had no problem getting the whole thing in because Jake had already gotten her pussy wet and ready. Unlike Jake, Rob fucked Amy hard and fast. His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded her tight pussy. Amy was still unconscious so no matter how hard he fucked her, she didn't respond except for the occasional moan. His penis was almost like a super fast piston. It went in and out of Amy's pussy so fast, you could hardly see it. Like Jake, Rob ejaculated into her, knowing damn well she could get pregnant but he sure as hell didn't care because it felt so good.    By the time Rob finished fucking Amy, he had an idea. He called Jake in and told him that they were gonna both fuck her at the same time. Rob was hard again so he placed his penis in front of Amy's mouth. He opened her mouth and shoved his penis into her oral cavity. Jake shoved his penis inside her pussy again. He was pumping her without mercy this time. Rob was also being relentless to her mouth. He had his entire penis down her throat as he thrusted in and out her mouth till he came down her throat. Jake also came into her pussy again. They switched places and fucked her again and again. After a third run they became tired and left Amy on Jake's bed while they went to play Halo. Amy was still unconscious from the rufie as she laid naked, filled with cum on Jake's bed... Part 2???
As I entered the diner (The bus stop Café that my Dad owned with a partner), the tiny bell above the door jingled. I kept my head down and avoided the eyes of the locals as I sliped down into a booth. I sank down in the seat, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.
I was in trouble because I had not walked strait to the café after school like I was told. I was tired, sweaty, and every part of my body ached, me and some of my friends had gone to the stockyards and road the sheep and caves after school and I forgot the time and my dad was going to be really mad.
"Can I get you anything, hon?" The waitress asked me as she came by with a pot of coffee. "Is everything alright?" She asked me.
I simply nodded. "Everything's fine. I
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s my Dad here?" "No, sweetheart, he left an hour or so ago. Can I get you anything?" "Water," My throat was dry. "Water...please," I coughed. I watched the waitress walk away before my eyes locked with a Wayne who was sitting at the counter. He was staring dead at me, at least I thought he was staring at me. It was hard to tell because he was wearing his glasses. Wayne was in his early 30s, I guess. He was tall, about 6' and heavy. He wore a sleeveless flannel shirt, a pair of worn jeans, and boots. His hair was cut down to a buzz cut, and he needed a shave.
I offered a nervous smile before forcing myself to look away. Wayne smirked when I turned away. I was nomore than 14, he knew because he was my Dads partners’ nephew. He knew I was in trouble as he knew my father.
"He'll be just fine," He grinned to himself. As the waitress rounded the counter, he grabber her arm and smiled. "I'll take that on over to him." I heard Wayne’s heavy footfalls before I saw him. Wayne put the water down on the table and took a seat opposite me, "Here ya go." Wayne took a seat and rested his ball cap on the table. "Thanks," I said sheepishly as I gulped it down. "Not to smart, are ya?" Wayne asked. "N...no," I said as I put the glass down. "I was just playing with you, are you ok?" Wayne asked as he leaned back in the seat. "Yes, I was at the stockyards riding the sheep," I explained. "Now my Dad is not here. I don't know what I am going to do." "Your parents left town for the weekend." Wayne said. "Tm supposed to take care of you and your brother this weekend." I shook my head, "ok my parent had done this before and I felt relieved because I didn’t have to face my dad at that time." "What ya want to do?" Wayne asked, already knowing the answer. I sighed. "I, uh, guess I should go." I knew I was not supposed to hang around the café. Wayne nodded. "Ok, let me order some food for later and we will go”. Throwing me a dime to play the pin game and walked away. "Thanks" I said. Wayne was cool that way. Wayne waved the waitress over. "A slice of pie for my friend here, he's gotta be starvin'." The waitress walked off and within minutes returned with a large slice of pie. Wayne winked at me, "Go on. Eat up; it's on your Dad." I picked up the fork and began to eat the pie. "Thanks," I said. Wayne watched me as I ate. I was scrawny toehead with blue eyes.
Wayne was starting to get hard just thinking about what he was going to do to me.
"I'll tell ya what, I..." He tapped his fingers on the table, "It's getting pretty late and the horses need to be fed. Why don't ya come with me to feed then we can stop and get your brother and go to the drive in.
I eyed Wayne for a moment and then nodded. "Thanks that would be great. I mean, if you don't mind I will call Mikey and let him know what we are doing." "Make the call and let’s go." Wayne laughed. "C'mon, let's get out of here." I shoveled down the rest of my pie and followed Wayne out of the diner. "Jump my truck," Wayne pointed.
"OK," I said as I walked around to the passenger's side. I waited for Wayne to unlock the door and hopped in. I was quite during the ride to the horse stalls. "What's the matter, boy? I ain't gonna bite ya." "Oh, I know!" I said quickly. I didn't mean to hurt Wayne's feelings.
"I'm just thinking about what my Dad is going to do to me for being late." "It's alright," Wayne smiled. "They left this afternoon," he said. "I am the only one that knows that you were late." And if you are good to me I won’t tell him anything.
He pulled the truck into the horse stalls parking lot. "Well, here we are," Wayne said as he put the truck in park. He led me to the hay barn, stopping at the last stall. "Home sweet home," he said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing me to go first. "It ain't much..." Wayne said as he turned on the lights. "It's great," I said. "you turned the stalls into an apartment, it beats sleeping in a street." I sat down on the couch and looked around. "That's true," Wayne said as he turned on the lights and made his way into the kitchen area. "Want a drink? Beer or somethin'?" I looked at Wayne, my eyebrow raised. "C'mon," he said as he tossed a beer to me.
I pulled the pop-top off and took a sip, a smile on my face. "Good for you," Wayne said as I sat down on the couch. He turned the TV on. “You watch the baseball game while I feed.” He said as he headed for the barn.
When the first inning was over, I got up and went down the shed row to see what Wayne was doing. I came up to the stall door and I saw him in the stall with his pants down around his ankles.
"Pissin," I ask. Wayne laughed. "No, no. not Pissin," he said as he threw his head back and grabbed for his pants. Coughing as he bent over showing me his full hairy man ass, butt hole, balls and all. "Wow," I grinned. "It's pretty short." He stood, turned and ask, "You mean this?." as he pulled on his 4” cock. I nodded and said “my cock is bigger than yours”
Wayne laughed. "C'mon, you just show me your big cock." "I don't think I should," I said. "I'm not feeling too well," I added.
Wayne stepped closer to me and began to rub my inner thigh. Then he walked me back to his bed room. He asks "did that beer upset your stomach?" As he bent down and kissed my stomach, he then bent down closer and began to undo my pants.
"What are you doing?" I asked sheepishly. "Relax, boy, I ain't going to hurt ya." Wayne said as he slid his fat hand underneath my shirt and down my pants. "I don't think we are supposed do this," I said as he began to pull and squise on my soft cock.
"That going to make my cock hard and you will get to see whose dick is bigger," I said as he got to his knees.
"You better settled down," He said. "I don’t want to hurt ya." Wayne pulled my shirt open and then pulled my boots off. He stared at me, my hard cock straining against my jeans trying to get out above my belt. I reached in and pulled my cock free of my underwear and showed the head of it to him.
"You, sure as hell do have a big dick!" Wayne shouted as he threw his beer bottle in the trash can against the wall. I flinched. Wayne smirked as he unbuckled my belt and let my jeans fall around my ankles. he picked me up then he kicked them off to the side and set me down. He then kneeled on the floor next to me and began to kiss my stomach again. "Lose the shirt," Wayne said.
"Why," I protested. "I said to take it off," Wayne snapped as he gave me a swift swat on the ass. I jumped and slowly took off my shirt. Tears falling from my eyes.
"Oh, hey," Wayne said as he cupped my ass cheek in his hand. "C'mon, don't cry." As he turned me around and kissed me where he has just swatted me.
Then he pushed me down on the bed. "I promise, you'll like this," Wayne said and pulled down my under pants and kissed my ass right on my butt hole. "Oh, yea. you like that, don’t you." he said.
"Now," Wayne said,"we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'll let ya choose," He said as he began to trace my butt hole with his tongue. I couldn’t move I was completely filled with lust ."Good enough," Wayne said when he heard my moans.
Wayne reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He scooped some in to his hand, it looked like a lot, then Wayne began to try to finger me. He probed at my virgin ass for a long time while he continued to tongue my little ass and balls. after working my ass open slowly for a long time he plunged his short fat finger deep into I tight hole, and pulled it out when I began to scream. And then he plunged it back in and out and in and out and stopped when I continued to scream in pain.
Wayne began to jerk him self off with his free hand. "I don’t think you can handle me and my little cock, boy?" Wayne asked as he pulled his finger out of my butt hole and began to trace my gaping butt hole again with his tongue again. “That really hurt. But that feels better.” I cried
"Yea," he moaned as he continued to lick my butt hole and then started to push his tongue deep inside me. "Yea?" Wayne laughed. "Alrighty then, you like to have your ass sucked," he said as he rolled over on to his side and ask if I thought I could handle his little cock?” I said I didn’t know but that I sure liked it when he pushed his tongue up my butt.
Wayne rolled over on his back on the bed and said. “lets try something else he pulled my butt up above his face and pushed his tongue as far in as he could. I was up in the air with no close on and Wayne was sucking my ass, I loved it. "Harder!" I screamed. "Oh, please. Harder!"
I let out a scream as Wayne's tongue hit my spot. "Yea," I moaned as I began to push myself into Wayne, face. "Right there," I panted as my ass tightened around Wayne's tongue.
Wayne quickened his pace. My ass cheeks slapping against his face, Wayne gave my ass another slap as he bit my bottom. "Oh, god, you're so tight," he yelled. "Oh, fuck, Pete."
Wayne set me down on the bed and stood up I watched as Wayne took my hardness into his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. As his wet tongue massaged the, underside of my cock, balls and ass some times all at once
My hands gripped at the pillow as Wayne took my cock deep into his throat. and then I grabed him by the ears and face fucked him. "Oh, fuck," Wayne grunted as my pace began to slow. "I want to feel your cock in side me. Would you like that?” he asks.
You're so fucking big I think you can fuck me up the ass, what do you think?” he ask. I was willing to try anything at that point but I remembered my brother at home. And ask. “What about Mikey and the movie?”
He said “We would go as soon as I fucked him in his ass.” Then he slid down off the bed until his knees were on the floor. Then he said. “Get up close behind me” I moved to where I was between his legs. I could smell his ass it didn’t smell dirty but rather like a horse that had been road hard.
He said. “Push that big cock up my ass” I did as he said, I expected to have trouble but it slid right in, I grabbed his ass a started to pump for all I was worth. “I'm gonna cum." I scremed. I gave him several hard thrusts before spraying my spunk deep inside his ass. At lest as deep as my dick would reach at that age. "Oooh," Wayne moaned as he pulled himself off the bed, my load of spunk dripping out of his butt hole. I flopped on the bed and rolled over, looking up at Wayne. I wanted more.
Wayne grabbed my balls, giving them a squeeze. "Don't worry," Wayne panted. "I ain't done with you." He held him self over me and sucked and licked my rock hard cock clean. Then kissing, and biting as he pushed his way up he kissed my tits and tried to kiss my mouth.
I pulled myself away from him and told him “I don’t want you to kiss my face.” He said “Ok” and never tried to kiss me again.
I got dressed and Wayne finished feeding the horses. Then we drove to my house where we went in to see Mikey. He was in the big easy boy chair of my dads, wrapped in a blanket. Wayne told me to dish up the food and told Kevin to get up and let him set there.
I went to the kitchen where I dished up the burgers Wayne had ordered from the cafe. When I came back both Wayne and Kevin were sitting in the big char under a blanket.
Kevin is two years younger than me but he was always the one who did things first, I had no Idea that he and Wayne knew each other, especially the way that Wayne and I had just gotten to know each other.
However I could recognize that now familiar smell of butt and it came to me that Wayne was fucking Mikey up the ass. Mikey’s face had this look of pleasure and his eyes were rolled back in his head, I could tell that Kevin loved it and that it wasn't his first time.
They went at it for a while. Then Wayne sent me to the bathroom for a washcloth and when I returned Kevin was setting on the floor eating his burger.
After we were done with dinner we pilled in Wayne’s truck and went to the drive-in. Wayne parked way in the back by the fence with the bed of the truck facing the screen. He set up lawn chars in the bed of the truck. We watched the movie and Mikey fell asleep.
Wayne put him in the cab of the truck and ask if I wanted to set in his lap. I crawled up in his lap and ask what he and Kevin had been doing at the house, he never did say what they were doing and would never take the blanket off so that I might see. On the many times that he came to look after us over the next few years. He asks if I would play with his cock, so I did. I jacked him off till he came all over us. It was easy to jack him off because while my cock was longer than his, his was fatter.
Then Wayne went down and started to lick my ass and balls again "Aaaaaah," I screamed as he did that to my complete manhood. "I think I'm gonna cum again!"
Wayne gave my balls a tight squeeze with his mouth as he swallowed several spurts of my hot spunk. "I told ya you'd like it," Wayne said when he was finished. He collapsed next to me in the bed of the truck we were both exhausted I must have cum 5 times that day and I think he would cum every time we touched him.
I scooted closer to Wayne, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think I could fuck you again?" I asked shyly. Wayne wrapped my arm around him, a satisfied smile on his face. "You can fuck me as often as you'd like," he said before we both fell asleep.
Wayne came by every time our folks went to the horse races, he knew when they were leaving for the track and would leave the house before they came home. Some times he and Mikey would bundle up in the big char and others He would come buy and suck my cock, He would then run his tongue along the shaft of my cock, circling the head as a drop of precum bubbled to the tip.
He could take both my cock and balls into mouth and massaged them with his tongue at the same time. But he really liked it when I would fuck him up the ass.
He tried a few more times to get his cock up my butt hole but it hurt so he quit trying and he never tried to fuck my ass again not even after a couple of years when I am sure he would have fit.
This is outragous I’m a 16 year old girl and I don’t need one of my dad’s friends to babysit me. My parents are leaving for the long weekend and id planned to have a party but my dad’s friend Jim is coming over the whole time, my parents say it’s to keep me company but they just don’t trust me. When I heard he was coming I stormed up to my room and went on my computer to send messages to all my friends saying the parties off. My parents left with a quick goodbye about 15 minutes later when Jim arrived. He came up to my room and said “dinners at 5:00, u can have a friend over if you want Claire but only one.” I quickly texted my best friend lily and she was here by 4:30. Lily was about 5’6 flowing b
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londe hair one of my hottest friends and her pussy was the perfect pink (I know because we used to swim together). We went down to dinner at 5:00 and I was surprised that Jim had made margaritas for us. I took a sip and smiled it wasn’t virgin, maybe this weekend won’t be so bad I thought to myself chugging the rest. He quickly refilled my glass and I drank greedily. ”there are lots more where they came from.” Jim said. Lily and me were on our 6th one by the end of dinner and rather drunk indeed. We went to my room to fool around and watch a movie.
“Well what are you girls going to do tonight?”
“Just go watch a movie.”
“I’m going to need your help with something in a few minutes okay Clair.”
“Sure.” I said without really thinking, I was defiantly very tipsy.
I got the movie set up and just as it was starting.
“Claire I need your help now!” Jim said.
I left the room and went down stairs I was told to go to the store and get some snacks for us and a few things he needed. I got my keys and left.
I heard Jim tell Claire to go to the store I hope she’s back soon I hate that Jim guy he’s always got his eyes on my cleavage. I lay naked in claries bed fingering myself slowly, waiting for her to get back. The door creaked open a bit but I didn’t notice I was too drunk and into the dark room snuck Jim with four pairs of handcuffs and a gag. The music was on so I didn’t hear the handcuffs locking around the posts on the bed. Suddenly someone grabbed my legs and quickly and precisely hooked two handcuffs around my ankles. Next second the person was on top of me pulling my arms up and locking them into place with two more sets of cuff. I took a breath to scream and a ball was shoved into my mouth and tied around my head. The covers were torn off my body and a frightening thought crossed my mind, was this Jim? The music was turned off and two fingers were forcefully rammed into my vagina. In and out they went easily with all my juices there from before. More scared than I have ever been I started to kick and shake around. Suddenly I heard the garage door opening and Jim’s voice said from the darkness.
“make any noise and Claire dies”
He got off and left the room.
I got out of the car with more bags than I expected. I walked up to the door and opened it stepping in I immediate got a shiver down my spine. Next thing I knew I was on the ground my uncle Jim above me saying are you alright you passed out. Do you need to lie down? I nodded and he picked me up and brought me to the guest room downstairs where he was staying. The pain in the back off my head was the same as if I had just hit it really hard. I lay on the bed and as soon as I got under the covers I began to undress it was habit I hadn’t slept with close on since I was 8. When I was fully undressed I opened my eyes and glanced up Jim was not in the room and my head stopped hurting so much so I decided to fool around I really wanted anal from lilies dildo later so I decided to warm up with my fingers now but I would need some lotion. I got up and walked to the bathroom across the hall, I didn’t see Jim at the end of the hall watch me walk across naked I found some good lube and walked back already rubbing it on my ass. I got into the bed and started with one finger working my way up to my whole fist. I heard Jim coming down the stairs so I grabbed my panties off the ground and quickly put them on he walked in as I rest my head onto the pillow. You asleep he asked. I lay there deciding to pretend I was. He walked over to me and said loudly.
“Claire are you asleep or not!!”
I lay still deciding to make him think the booze had knocked me out so I could get back to my anal. Then Jim sat down on the bed and lifted the covers up slowly I got a little nervous not sure if he still planned to sleep in this bed instead of on the couch. He crawled under the covers his arm and hand brushing my boobs and pussy he glanced up at me noticing I was naked all except my panties. He reached back down and slowly began to pull my panties off. I was so scared I couldn’t move I kept laying there pretending to be unconscious. He got them off and started touching me slowly his fingers crept to my butthole which was drenched in lube and my pussy juices i gasped a little not loud enough for him to hear but enough to make me even more freaked out. He slid his fingers in and out of my ass but he quickly realized his fist fit in. He pulled it out and pulled off his pants tossing them to the ground he scooped up the bottle of lube next to the bed and squirt some on his cock it firmed up to its full 9” quickly and was roughly shoved into my gaping asshole he fucked hard almost hard enough to wake up a passed out chick, but I was faking. I wanted to get this over with now because I felt like I was going to be sick, I was being analy raped by my dad’s friend Jim. After a few semi painful and I’m ashamed to admit quite pleasurable minutes later he blew a huge hot load of cum into my ass but his dick and the amount of come wouldn’t fit so the cum just poured out onto the bed. He got up and left the room. As soon as I was sure he was gone I reached down to feel the condition my ass was in my fingers got drenched in the cum that was flowing seemingly endlessly out of my ass. This part I blame on the booze entirely. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and tasted the first cum id ever tasted. OMG it was delicious I wanted more so I reached down and scooped some more up repeating this until id licked it all up. Now I thought would be a good time to go upstairs act like everything was normal and get myself another drink. I’d already decided I wouldn’t tell anyone (even lily) about what had happened. I walked up to the kitchen poured myself a large margarita, chugged half then headed upstairs to meet up with lily.
Those of you who have read my last post were the unfortunate victims of my shitty ability as a poet, and it either sucked so bad that no one wanted to leave a comment, or no one has any intrest in erotic poetry, listen to me guys, learn some, we love it, not a woman alive doesn't start dripping honey when you read the right kind that she's in the mood for.
This time I'm a little more prepaired, I suffer from insomenia so when I finally do crash, I usually end up with vivid dreams that scare the living fuck out of me. Last night was such a crash and the resulting nightmare is not exagerated in any shape form or fashion.
I dreamed that I was walking down the deserted streets of my dinky little hometown in Texas. The sun felt warm on my skin as I walked bare
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foot down a dirt road, the heat from the grains felt devine against the naked flesh of my toes. I was not walking alone, my beloved walked next to me, completely nude for some reason, she and I each carried one of my twin infant girls, wrapped in a blue pokadotted and red stripped blanket respectibly. We took our time as we strolled down the abandoned road, taking in the vacant pastures of crisp green lawn and the endless expanse of a cloudless sky. I was in a state of euphoria, like my life was complete and if I were to die right then than I would have no regrets.
All of a sudden the brightness was inturupted by a shadow of darkness as a rouge cloud passed between us and the sun, and when it had moved on and the light returned, there stood a white chapple church, where before the sky darkened there was none. My stoumach began to feel uneasy and I turned to walk in the other direction, back to where I had been happy, but something drew me in, the seductive sound of a cherry red Gibson SG, I was entranced, and entered dispite the feeling I felt deep within my being. The sound aroused me I could feel the necter flowing from within my womb, my breathing became eratic, I felt like I was going to orgasm any second as the notes got higher and higher sending me into fits of ectacy.
The man who played the guitar ws dressed in black, suit, shoes and fedora hat, the only exception was a crimson neck tie that matched the glistening finish on his insturment. I don't remember what the song he was playing was, but as I pondered to myself and forgot my hatred of men, I began to yurn to fuck him, throw myself at him, let him take all of me, completly and without hesitation. My cloths were gone, and like my beloved was also completely nude. My temprature began to rise and I began to sweat. I could hear a voice through the sound of the music, a preacher, one that I had argued with on the streets of Austin in response to his "sermon" about the evils of homosexuality, I heard the same sermon through the orgasmic sound of the guitar. His words seemed hollow and full of hatred, a man of god with so much intollerance I only half heard his words now, but in my yurning for the guitarist's cock, I heard the preacher say, "And their children shall burn in the fires of ritiousness, so says the lord almighty, AMEN!" A spasm ran through my spine and I dropped my daughter.
when I was finally able to move again I dove to the floor to pick her up and check her for any form of injury, but when I pulled back the pokadotted blanket, all I found were shattered pieces, chared and blackened, as if they belonged to a porcline doll, not my flesh and blood. I looked up as the guitarist stopped cold, and began to laugh a wicked laugh. A heartless laugh.
My beloved held our surviving daughter tight to her shoulder as the child cried for her fallen other half. Umi, my lover, simply hushed her in an attempt to calm her and turned to me with a look of pure hatred I have never seen in her eyes before. It cut me deep, almost as deep as what she would follow it with. "You're a missearble excuse for a mother! You stupid dripping Cunt! How could you!"
The tears flooded from my eyes with more strength than any river could rage. I currled into the fetal position and rocked myself into histarical surrender. The Guitarist wlaked over to me, stuck the fingers of his calaced hand into my vagina and pulled me to my feet, it hurt as he did so but not nearly as much as what my beloved Umi had just said to me. From nowhere she pulled a dagger, setting my surviving daughter on the dirt floor of the chapel. She walked over to where the stranger held me, my arms bound behind my back by his one impossibly strong hand.
After having metaphorically cutting out my heart, she took to preforming the litteral proseadure. The agony was intense, she reached into the insicion and parted my wound, spreading my breast outward as she dug around ripping all the arteries louse and pulling out the still beating organ. I felt cold, my vision was fading but the stranger who bound me made sure I watched the preceadings.
Umi drew a pentigram around my bundled child on the floor in my blood with the knife. I wanted to ask her what she was doing but it took all my strength to stay concious. She took a bite out of my heart and then leaned over and spit it into my daughter's open screaming mouth. After completeing this act she stood and addressed the man who held me.
"Take the whore she's worthless, a gift in return for the right to protect this child."
"It is done" he said coldly as he looked me in the eyes, he had shinning blue eyes, radantly beautiful blue eyes.
"You are mine now, there is no way back"...
To be continued...Let me know what you think of my twisted R.E.M. fright. Sigmond Fruid would have a feild day with me. The nightmare is horendouse I'm keeping close watch on my girls after this one. will finish the recolection if enough people like it.
1st I want to start off by saying that this is a fetish that I have had for a long time. Something about getting naked outside and the risk of getting caught. My story goes something like this:
It was a Friday night and I was itching to get out there! About a year ago, I had found a local park within walking distance to my apartment that I would go for my late night nude walkabouts. I enjoyed getting naked and except for the occasional car, jogger, and local wildlife, I was pretty much alone. To describe myself, I am about 6'4, average build, about 8 inches of strapping dude that has always had a gay fetish, but never acted on it. I found myself a nice little thicket of pines right next to the baseball field that I wiould set up at; blanket, sex
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toys, and myself stark ass butt naked! I positioned myself to see any cars that may come in as well as be able to see anyone walking up to where I was at. I have had a few close calls including one time getting caught. This was back in the days when I would sit at a different location, not having a very good view of whos coming and going. I decided to walk the fenceline, completly naked, and have some fun. What I didnt notice was the guy standing in the middle of the baseball field, looking at me. I walked up to the fence, pressed my package up against the fence, but chickened out and left. Never saw him again...either he was gay and missed out on a free piece of ass or he was straight and getting ready to call the cops. I didnt' want to find out!
This story I am getting ready to tell is much different, scary as hell at the time. On the particular Friday night, it started out as they always do...set up my blanket, get naked and start having some fun. As I am starting to get myself good and hard, I notice a car turn into the park. I watch him as he drives around, following the parking lot around closest to my position. The thicket I am set up in is fairly thick, so I am not worried about being seen. As he drives around I notice him hit the brakes; he sits there in his car, brake lights on. He then throws it in reverse, parks, and gets out of his car. I notice he is a huge black guy, at least 6'7, muscular build, and bald.
TO BE Continued>
If this posts, I will finish the story in the days to come!
The summer I turned 15 is when I blossomed sexually. I began to realize my bisexual feelings for other boys and luckily for me, instead of having to be ashamed and repress them, I was able to get into a relationship, secret relationship that is, with a guy that was a year older than me that I’d known since elementary school named Ty. It was a perfect arrangement, because my parents knew him and liked him, although they didn’t and then and never will know about mine and his "special friendship," and he and I got along great, were both still into girls too, were sexually compatible with me being the submissive "girl," and he being the more dominant one. But what sent it over the top on the perfect scale is that his parents were divorced, his sister was away
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at college and his mom, who was a nurse practitioner was never, ever at home during the day, most times not until late at night, and that was when she was working, not to mention that she was really never there with the random trips and outings she took with her friends and co-workers. Mine and Ty’s relationship was good also in that he still respected me and my boundaries although I was always willing to try new things. For example, one day he and I were at his house, early in our relationship, just right after we first started actually having sex and he asked me if I would be willing to dress up in something for him, like women’s clothing and panties. I said I thought that would be ok, and asked what he had in mind. He took me to his sisters room, which still had a lot of her clothes left in the drawers and told me to pick out whatever I wanted to wear, and that I could keep them in his room from now on, and then he went back to his room leaving me there to scour around. After pilfering though the drawers, and her closet, I settled on three bikini cut pairs of panties and a blue jean short skirt. I returned to his room wearing the black panties and the skirt and after modeling them a little, I put the other panties in the back of his closet to be donned later. After making a fuss over how much he liked what I picked out, he took them off me and we had sex. He and I were also on the football team at school together and so everyday we’d get up at 8 and he’d come by and pick me up and we’d go to the field house and do our summer weight training and conditioning and then we’d go back to his house and shower, I would always bring a change of clothes too, and then we would have our fun for an hour or so then decide what we were going to do all day, which usually involved either riding 4-wheelers and shooting guns at his uncles farm outside of town, or watching porn and drinking beers, or both, usually both though. And more times than not the "fun session," we had after getting back from working out wasn’t our only encounter for the day. This was our routine that worked out very, very well for us both, as loads of fun, and provided us with more than enough emotional and sexual satisfaction. Now that you know the back story of everything and before I get into the main point of this story let me add in here that Ty was by far my favorite and always has been and maybe even will be, but he wasn’t the first boy I was with. By the time Ty and I started hanging out and doing our thing, I had been with three other boys. The first two I wasn’t involved with in any way like I was with Ty, but I had known both of them for a long time, and had sex with them both. The third was an acquaintance of my older sister, who is four years older than I am and one day he came by looking for her when no one was at home and I asked him to take me to the store and buy me a pack of cigarettes. He said he would but on the condition that I’d do something for him when we got back, not saying at the time what it was. I was 13 and dumb and so I said ok and we went to the store and he got them and when we got home, we went into the living room and I sat down on the couch and asked what I was supposed to do now. "I want you to suck me off," he said, grabbing on his crotch. "Ok, whip it out," I replied, in a very matter of fact tone. He began to unbutton his pants and I scooted up to the edge of the couch cushion and he dropped his shorts to his ankles and put his hard dong in my face and I gobbled it into my mouth and gave him some superior head. The funny part about that is that he claimed after we were done that he was "just kidding at first," but when I said ok he gave in, that he doesn’t say stuff like that especially not to people a lot younger than him usually. Yeah, whatever.
Anyway, back to the story at hand, it was a Friday and we had just left the field house from our workout and went back to Ty’s to shower and change for the day. We got there and as usual, I went to his closet and retrieved the panties I wanted to wear in bed that day, this day in particular they were dark pink. I chose not to do the skirt today and then I made my way to his sisters bathroom and showered and he went to his. After I got clean, I hit myself with a shot of body spray and put on my panties and went into his room, where he was in bed already, waiting on me. I shut the door behind me and locked it and scooted next to him and began to play with his balls, which made him instantly and fully erect, and he began to rub on my ass while we chatted, deciding that it was a beer sipping day. After deciding that I lowered my head to his crotch and took him into my mouth, assuming my usual daily position. What I liked about Ty’s penis is that it isn’t huge by any means, but it isn’t small either, it’s a happy medium, with average length and girth, not too fat, but not too skinny either. Anyway, I started working on it, slowly at first as always, taking it out occasionally to jack it and ask if he liked it a lot, which he always did, and to this day has said I was the best. After doing that a bit I deep throated it as best as I could, whilst tickling his balls, eventually making it disappear down my throat. Then I worked it fast, and by then, he had his right hand down the back on my panties, his middle finger in between my crack, rubbing my tight hole in a circular motion. The cue that he was about to cum that came just before I felt the "jumping," in the shaft was he’d grab my head with his left and squeeze, then seconds later a waterfall of hot cum pulsated onto the back of my throat and down into my belly. He let out a long sigh of "ahhhhhhhhhhhh," and after he was done spurting I rolled over onto my spot in the bed and wiped excess from my mouth. This day was no different than any other in that as soon as I rolled over, he had to jump up and go pee. I was hard as hell as you can imagine and ready for mine but wanted to start getting a beer buzz at the same time, so while he was in the bathroom, I hollered out and said, "hey are you going to fuck me now? Or are we going to wait and drink some?" "I want to do it now," he yelled back. So I went ahead and removed my panties and went into the night stand and got the lube we use and opened the top and squeezed out enough to cover two finger tips and massaged it all over my hole. He returned seconds later, hard again, and got into bed again and got in between my legs and put them on his shoulders and I scooted my ass up towards him and slowly entered me. "Oh yeah, that’s it," I said as the head of his penis entered the crest of my hole and went all inside me. I repositioned my legs from off of his shoulders so that my feet were flat on the bed and closed my eyes and smiled as I tilted my head back and he did me slowly, just the way I like it. He began to work up a good rhythm whereby he would go medium speed, them thrust it in as far as it could go and hold it there, then again, and again and again. "I’m so lucky that you’re with me," he said in a raspy voice, as he kept up that pace. "And why’s that?" I replied, while panting. "Because you are so good at what you do and you suck me so good and your ass is so nice and so tight," Ty replied. I couldn’t help but
smile at the compliment and said, "thanks babe, I’m in love with you and your cock." This brought a smile out of him and he began to work my tight asshole faster and faster which meant he was getting ready to cum. As he got in the last few strokes inside me, just pulled out and came on my stomach, I looked back toward the window at the back of the room and caught the glimpse of someone looking in the window and then quickly dropping their head below the seal as if they saw me seeing them. I opened my mouth to say something to Ty but before I could he withdrew from inside me and spurted his load all over my flat, young little stomach. I kept staring back at the window, hoping to see what I thought I had seen before but saw nothing so I convinced myself that I was paranoid and seeing things. After cleaning up again, me and Ty got up and got "dressed," which consisted of him in boxers and nothing else, and me in panties and nothing else, that was our "around the house," attire. So we cracked open a few beers and started drinking and hanging out and talking and like maybe 4 beers later, we fucked again, this time with me bent over the counter in the kitchen, which was always fun for me. Around 3:00 that afternoon, we were both buzzed and he was very vocal that he wanted to do it again on the couch but I told him to hold off, that I wanted to go outside and smoke a couple cigarettes and make a couple calls. He said ok, but didn’t join me because for one he didn’t smoke then and also because I was going to be talking on the phone and he respected my privacy. I went to his room and put on shorts and a t-shirt and walked out through the garage into the driveway to smoke and make calls.
No sooner than I had lit the first smoke and taken a drag off of it, I saw the guy who lived across the street, a 36 year old married stay at home dad named Keith, making his way out of his front door and what appeared to be over towards me. Normally I would’ve put out my smoke and tried to play it off but Ty had told me time and time again how cool Keith was and how he was so friendly and he wouldn’t tell on us if he saw me out smoking or us out on the back deck drinking beer. When he walked over ontoTy’s driveway he was smiling and said, "how’s it going man?" I took a drag of my smoke and said, "nothing much Keith, you ok?" as he got to me and we shook hands. He started looking all around and said, "where’s Ty?" and I told him that he was inside doing some stuff online. I took yet another drag and almost choked on the smoke when Keith, in a low tone of voice, said, "you like that fucking you got from Ty earlier?" and before I could even react or even process the shock of his statement, he reached out and pulled up my shirt a little and slightly tugged on the leg of my gym shorts and said, "well you still got them pretty pink panties that were dangling around your ankle earlier." I stood there in total silence with probably the most scared and solemn look I’ve ever expressed on my face and some how bumbled out the word, "yeah." Keith then told me that he’d been watching through the window and saw everything and said, "it would be in your best interest at this point to not let him know about this conversation and for you to go back inside that house and tell him you’re coming to help me figure out something on my computer and you’ll be right back, and come to my house immediately, otherwise I’m telling your friends and family." Without hesitation I stubbed out my smoke and returned inside the house and even though I was terrified at this point, I somehow managed to tell Ty what Keith told me to say, and he was ok with it and said he’d see me when I got done. I grabbed two loose beers from the fridge and cracked them back to back and guzzled them. Before leaving I snagged a loose six pack and cracked open one, toting the others under my arm as I headed toward Keith’s house.
I walked into the already open front door and called out to Keith, who quickly entered the room and instructed me to go upstairs, and walk into the first door I saw and sit down. I descended the staircase and entered the first room and found it to be vacant, except for a bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later, Keith walked into the room, closing the door behind him and said, "ugggh now the kids are down, I can do this." He was wearing a bathing suit which he dropped and when he did was fully hard, and had the biggest penis I had seen thus far. Without much hesitation, Keith said, "you’re going to do for me what my wife will not, or I’ll tell." I lay there motionless and made no protest, as he came up toward the head of the bed and literally rammed his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and tried to relax my throat as best I could to let him go down there as he pumped it in and out as he held me on the side of the head. This went on for a few minutes and then he quickly withdrew from my mouth and grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it upwards toward the head of his cock. "AHHHHH, yeahhhh, " he said as he jacked off and spurted his cum all over my forehead and closed eyelids. When I opened my eyes I pushed the dripping cum from my eyelids out of my eyes and onto my cheeks, which is where the rest of his seed was. When I sat up, the cum from my brows and face dripped onto the legs of my shorts and I said, "you happy now?" He deviously smiled and said, "you ain’t done here yet." I laughed and said, "oh yeah I am," and got up to leave and at that time, Keith grabbed me and threw me back onto the bed and straddled me and got all in my face and said, "NO!!!!! YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE WHAT I GIVE YOU TO TAKE AND THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO IT." Then he said, " NOT ONLY THAT, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE IT AND LIKE IT LIKE I SAY!!!!"
My pants were ripped off and the panties I was wearing were ripped away and when I tried 2 push myself up, I was pushed back against the bed. When I felt him put the head of his cock at the entrance of my hole and start to ram it in, I yelled, "STOP!!!! PLEASE!!!, I’ll do whatever you want willingly, just don’t take it." Keith laughed aloud and said, "ok, then, I’ll hold ya to it," and then simply slipped his way inside of me and started fucking me. He then started to ram me as hard and as deeply as he could. He was on top of me and I said, "go slow, I like it that way if you want it," but he refused and continued to wear me out from the front. Then after a few minutes, Keith stopped and withdrew from inside me and said, "flip over onto your stomach boy," which I did and he re-entered me from behind with his old cock and went to town on my ass, wearing it out. When I tried to get up and get away, I was slapped back down and the fucking continued. He leaned forward and kissed my neck and whispered into my ear that he was about to cum, just seconds before he spurted his nut inside me. When he was done, he instructed me to lay flat on my stomach and not move, that he had a picture to make. When he showed me the pic of our encounter later, it showed a dribble of his cum coming from my ass.
It was an instant reaction. She never experienced it before but my god it felt wonderful. As soon as she saw him she was hot & wet in areas she didnt even know existed. It was the way he handled his self. She could feel this power exude from him. He made eye contact, she knew she was a gonner. He approached he smelled all man. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was already alive with sensation. He said "hi" She needed release and she needed it now. She ran for the closest restroom. She immediately put her fingers there. She was already so very slick. She wore no panties so it was easy access. Her fingertip touched her clit and her hips just started to react on there own. Al
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l she could think about was how she wanted him. She wanted him to come and fuck her use her like she never had before. She was getting into it it felt so good she was on the brink then she heard the door opening. She froze thinking why she didnt lock the door when she came in. She looked up, it was him those eyes that smell she just continued while he watched. moaning at how good it felt. He pulled her up by the choker at her neck. She was afraid, she didnt know what he was going to do. But she knew she wanted him deep in her. He shoved her against the wall with her back towards him. He pressed against her. she could feel the hardness of him on every inch of her body but especially right there in between the cheeks of her ass. He held her pinned to the wall as he explored her body with his other hand. not at all being gentle. not unbearable pain but enough sting to show her he was in control of the situation. he bit her neck. she gasped and pushed her ass into him. "ur begging to be fucked arent you you lil slut. you are turned on knowing that im getting ready to use you." she was panting for him. he squezed her breast firmly while another hand reached under her skirt and felt her wet pussy. "ah you are a little whore beggin to be fucked" he said in a raspy voice. she was moaning knowing she should stop this but knowing it was to late. she was going to get what she was begging for. he still pinned her agains the wall with one hand while he hiked her skirt up and rubbed her pussy from behind bringing the lubrication to her ass. he was going to rape her ass it dawned on her. she started to squirm from fear he held her firm in his hands as he bent her over and slid his throbbing cock deep into her ass. he grabbed her choker and used that as leverage as he continued to pound away at her ass. she was screaming in pleasure. she used the wall as leverage to slam her ass against him harder with every thrust. he smacked her ass hard and froze not moving at all she tried to back into him again he held her tight not allwing her to move. "you are a naughty lil whore arent you. you love to be used and abused. you are my slut now. you will be used when i want where i want how i want. i will not finish this until you have succumb to my demands." she whimpered "yes master." he started pounding her again using her tits to make her slam against her that much harder. she exploded into a million pieces she just kept cumming wave after wave from the intensity of being used like this. knowing that her body no longer belonged to her. she felt it she felt him start cumming. she toppled over and came in one big final explosion. If u like what u read or want to know more about me. Hit me up bbtitsub@gmail.com
In a land far far away lived a king, destined to become the ruler of whores he improsoned women in his slave town and taught them the meaning of pleasing men.
Marshallwas in his mid-twenties and a good looking man. He kept himself in good shape and was attentive to his appearance. He was also very shy and retiring and had never had much luck with the opposite sex. It seemed that every time he got up the nerve to approach a woman, his courage would evaporate before he could follow through. He also had co-workers and acquaintances ask him out from time to time but he was simply too nervous and awkward to accept. He wasn’t
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a virgin but there had been very few sexual encounters in his life.
Finally, in an act of desperation Marshallpurchased a book he saw on the Internet entitled “How to Get in Bed with the Woman of Your Dreamsâ€Â. He read and re-read it from cover-to-cover and was fascinated to learn all the techniques on conversation skills, reading body language and especially pick-up lines. After committing key passages to memory Marshallresolved to test out his new found knowledge. Donning his trendiest outfit one Friday night, Marshallplucked up the courage to visit the hot singles bar he had been reading about in the papers. After paying the outrageous cover charge he was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, pulsating music and the somehow intoxicating scent of intermixed cologne and perfume emanating from the masses of sweaty bodies writhing on the dance floor. Marshallnearly turned on his heel to retreat from the cacophony but then remembered his resolution. “Tonight I am getting laid†he repeated to himself over and over. It was to become his mantra for the evening.
Marshallcouldn’t face the dance floor so he went to the quieter bar and managed to find a seat. He ordered a drink and turned around to survey the place. It was wild. He had never seen so many low-cut dresses, short skirts and bare midriffs. After a while Marshallturned his attention back to the bar. Seated two stools down was a cute woman. Not a fashion model knockout by any stretch of the imagination, but very pretty. She was about 5’4†tall and well proportioned, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sneaking several glances her way Marshallalso decided she had very nice tits beneath her v-neck sweater. Plucking up his courage, Marshallwalked over and said: “did it hurt?â€Â
“What?â€Â
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?†(page 46)
The woman laughed, which made Marshallblush. Now what do I say he thought. Luckily the woman broke the ice.
“That was very cute. My name’s Brandi.â€Â
“I’ve never said such a thing before. I’m MMMarshall.†(Oh my god, did I just stutter?!)
“I bet not†said Brandi with a wink. “That’s what made it cute. Usually I just shoot down the guys who try that old crap.â€Â
“Well, I’m kind of new at this but I really wanted to check this place out tonight.†Wow, thought Marshall, this woman is easy to talk to. The book was right.
Brandi and Marshall chatted for about an hour. It turned out that Brandi was in town for a reunion with old classmates. They hadn’t wanted to go out that night so she was by herself. Brandi leaned into Marshalland said “I can tell this isn’t really your scene. Would you like to walk me back to my hotel?â€Â
Marshallremembered his mantra from earlier and thought things were going just like the book said they would. “Sure, let’s goâ€Â.
Once at Brandi’s door she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Marshallon the mouth. “Would you like to come in?†she said in a husky voice.
“Sure!â€Â
Once inside things moved at a rapid pace. In fact, Marshallwas a bit shocked at how quickly Brandi was coming on to him. But he wasn’t about to complain! The room was a suite and Brandi led him through the living area into the bedroom. She quickly started taking off Marshall’s belt and unbuttoning his designer jeans. He was rapidly getting excited. Brandi was pleasantly surprised as she removed Marshall’s shirt, then boxer shorts. “My, my, my I can see I’ve made a good choice†she said. “You’ve got to be at least 9†long and I can’t even get my hand around the shaft. And your balls are enormous!†Marshallblushed at such compliments about his manhood. He knew he was bigger than average but had never really thought of that as an advantage. Brandi knelt and quickly took him in her mouth. Marshallwas in ecstasy! In almost no time he felt his balls contract and cock twitch as he shot his load into Brandi’s more than willing mouth.
“Sssorry†Marshallmumbled at his lack of control.
“Don’t worry sweetie†Brandi purred after swallowing every drop. “You just need a little more practice, that’s all. How would you like to try something a bit kinky?â€Â
A little embarrassed by his performance so far, Marshallagreed. Laying him down on the bed Brandi grabbed a couple of fur-lined straps from the nightstand.
“Whoa, you weren’t kidding were you?†said Marshallwith a little trepidation. This was completely unexpected, and he didn’t remember seeing a chapter on bondage in his book.
Slowly tracing her tongue around Marshall’s nipples Brandi said: “I can tell you are up for something new. What do you say?â€Â
“Welllll, okay. But not too tight.â€Â
Once tying his hands securely she leaned over and whispered in his ear “have I got a surprise for you stud.†Marshallwas curious as Brandi put a blindfold over his eyes and wordlessly left the room. In the silence that followed Marshallbegan to get a little nervous. Then he heard several voices in the other room. What was going on and how had he gotten himself in this predicament he wondered to himself. Stupid book! The voices were all female, and they were coming into the bedroom! How embarrassing to be seen like this.
Brandi sat down on the bed next to Marshall’s naked form and started to gently stroke his cock. Despite his fear, Marshallcould feel himself getting hard. “Well Marshall, it’s like this. I am in town for a reunion of sorts, but it is not exactly a university-sponsored event. Each year my friends and I get together for some sport sex. One of us finds a willing candidate - and it sure looks to me like you are ‘up’ for the meeting (due to Brandi’s attentions, Marshallnow had a major erection). This year, you are the lucky guy.†And with that, Brandi let go and stood up. Marshall’s cock was at full attention, throbbing helplessly into the air.
“Ladies†said Brandi, “here is the newest initiate to our “fucked†club. What do you think?†There were murmurs of approval around the room. “Ooohh†said one. “He’s much bigger than the last few. Looks like fun.†“Yeah, but do you think he can keep up with us?†said a second. Brandi cupped Marshall’s balls in both hands and said she had brought some supplements to help out in that department.
Marshallwas shocked to say the least. He thought about screaming for help but a sharp point against his neck convinced him otherwise. Though Marshallcouldn’t see through the blindfold, he heard the sounds of several sets of clothing falling to the floor.
Tying his legs and forcing him to swallow a handful of vitamins (and probably Viagra); the women were on Marshalllike a pack of horny animals. He had never felt so many sensations at once. One mounted his cock and one straddled his face and two began rubbing themselves on Marshall’s hands. Some would demand he lick and suck on their tits while others would make him use his tongue to caress their wet pussies and swollen clits. Some of these were shaved, others weren’t and Marshallguessed there were probably six women participating. They were fairly gentle at first but later on they became a little more aggressive. One woman in particular would wait until Marshall’s cock went soft then proceed to slap it back and forth between her hands like so much meat. Even though this was painful at first, Marshalleventually would respond with a hard-on, which the woman would then mount with reckless abandon. Another two untied his legs at one point and forced Marshallto roll over. Then they each spanked his ass with their bare hands until it was red and sore.
Others of the group were into exquisite torment. Three times during the night, they would tease Marshall’s prick to its full 9†length and then barely tickle the head and shaft with their lips, tongue, fingers etc. until he thought his cock would explode. Despite himself, Marshallended up moaning and begging for release each time. Then they would whisper taunts in his ear: “I can measure your heartbeat just by looking at your pulsing cock Marshall†or “That’s the deepest purple cock head I’ve ever seen Marshall.†After what seemed an eternity of this torture, one of the women would end up impaled on his colossal hard-on, barely moving back and forth until they both would finish with a shuddering orgasm.
His balls had to be empty after so many ejaculations but still he managed to spurt load after load. This went on for hours, with only a few catnaps to recuperate. And each time, Marshallwould be awakened by one of the women licking his balls or sucking his member to attention. At one point during the next day they shaved his cock and balls and rubbed in some strange smelling lotion. This caused his tired dick to once again rise to the occasion – and this time it stayed up long enough for three of the women to get off!
Sometime the next afternoon, Marshallcould no longer get it up – despite the expert attentions of the “club membersâ€Â. “Well ladies, I’ve think we’ve finally worn this one out. You’ve been the best we’ve ever chosen†said Brandi. The others had to agree.
One by one his captors left, each cradling his spent balls and kissing his sore, limp cock as she departed. Brandi was the last to go. She removed his blindfold and roughly twisted Marshall’s nipples, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.
“Hope you enjoyed yourself Marshall. You’ve got a great tool and it sure seems like you know how to use it now!†She gave him a drink of water then put a piece of tape over his mouth. Then she let out a wicked little laugh and walked out of the room. As she reached the door she said over her shoulder, “housekeeping will be here in the morning. Have a good rest.†And with that she was gone, leaving Marshallto ponder all that had happened in the past 18 hours. One thing for certain, that horrible book was going in the trash first thing when he got home! Woman of his dreams, hah! More like a nightmare Marshallthought.
Once Brandi left, Marshalltook stock of himself. Other than a few bruises and some fingernail marks in sensitive areas, his only injuries were to his pride. For that at least he was thankful. Even after his ordeal, or perhaps because of it Marshallwas able to fall asleep while still tied to the bed. In the morning he was awakened by the sounds of a key in the lock and the familiar cry - “housekeepingâ€Â.
“Come in†Marshallcroaked in a dry voice after managing to push the tape off his lips. “Get me out of here!â€Â
The two cute young maids let out a gasp as they walked into the bedroom. Their nametags said they were Michele and Lupe. They took in the sight of Marshall’s naked body strapped to the bed and rushed to his side. “You poor thing†Lupe said, you look like you could use some help.†She reached over to untie his hands and as she did so her long hair brushed across Marshall’s chest, inexplicably causing his cock to jump. Michele noticed this and told Lupe to look. Both housekeepers couldn’t help but admire Marshall’s imposing size, and as his cock once again began its impressive march upward they glanced at each other. Marshallcould only groan as his rescuers paused. Michele picked up the phone next to the bed and whispered into it: “Maria, Vicki, get over to room 243 right away!â€Â
Then, with a gleam in their eyes and another look at Marshall’s mammoth rod, Michele began to disrobe while Lupe put the tape back over Marshall’s mouth and started to trace her tongue down his chest and belly towards his once again stiffening cock . . . .
I looked around from the street post. It was almost 12:00 and the night was pitch black with the exeption of the streetlamps around me. I was waiting.
Waiting for whome?
It was generally my tradition. Every saturday I decided to have some fun. Seeing as I got bored of video games a long time ago, I try to experiment while having sex. The only thing was...I needed a partner.
Just my luck, as I thought why I was waiting there, I spotted a blond girl walking down the opposite side of the street. I had to hesitate before going for her. She looked young, probably only 15 or 16, but it didn't really matter. Easier for me right?
I walked accross the crosswalk just as the girl did. She still had to wait for the light. She wore a
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white skirt, probably just came from a party or some social event. I continued walking past her until I was sure I was out of her peripheral vision, then I instantly ran behind her.
Since my apartment was so nearby, I didn't need to knock her out. I creeped up, swung my arms around her (one over her mouth of course) and instantly ran back into the shadows of my apartment buildings lobby.
I walked up one flight of stairs holding the girl carefully. She had instantly started trying to scream, but I made sure no sound came through. She especially tried to kick me, which only served to annoy me further.
I finally got into my temporary apartment. I hastily threw her down inside as I locked the door. As soon as I let go of her, she screamed.
"Shit!" I had enough. I took three long strides back into the room where she had suddenly started to cower, then I gave her a good swat accross the face. She began to whimper now, instead.
"Now listen girl," I always tried to use the same prep talk, it always motivated the women not to acuse me of rape later one, "It's your lucky day. I'm not going to hurt you badly or kill you, but then you must promise to listen to me in return. So I'll give you three seconds to decide, live, or die?"
She didn't hesitate.
"No! No, please don't...don't kill me. I don't want to die. Please..."
"That's fine. Good. Now don't complain, and only scream if I tell you to. Otherwise, it's all over."
She continued to try and back away, so I quickly made my way into my bedroom, stole a couple of bindings and brought them back to find her at my door.
"Did I tell you you could get out of this apartment?"
She looked at me for a second before screaming. Now I had enough. I ran hastily back into my bedroom, took out a nice gag and ran back. She instantly tried to run away through my apartment, but she got stuck at a dead end.
I quickly pushed her down onto her stomach as I held her head up and fastened the gag around her mouth. I then proceeded to trying both her wrists together behind her back.
"If you had listened to me, we wouldn't have had to go through this. You're the only one to blame..."
I then hoisted her up and brought her into my living room where I immediately tied one rope around her right leg and fastened it to a hook in the wall. I then took the other rope and put it around the other leg and then pulled it tight so her legs were pulled wide apart. I then fastened it too to the wall.
I then pushed her onto the table, lying on her stomach. She was pretty well secured on the table, but I wrapped one rope around the table and accross her waist just in case.
Then, I could let the fun begin:
I walked calmly into my kitchen and pulled out a few items. Big didlo (by big, I mean big), more rope, toothpaste and some earplugs.
I walked back and deposited the items on one of the chairs and stepped in front of her. She was still dressed, and she actually looked quite good in it. I must also admit that she looked pretty damn hot at this moment. The slender curves of her young body almost gave me lust for her.
"I can guarantee you a night of pain now, so I highly suggest you listen to what I have to say if you're going to get out of this alive." She nodded her head vigerously. I had to control a smirk. "Listen to everything I say and obey without question and you will redeem yourself. I will show you what is in store for you if you don't."
I walked around to her backside and she instantly started moaning something. I ignored her protests and got out my pocket knife. I carefully slide it up through her panties and ripped them clean off with a yelp from the girl.
"Don't worry, your other clothes can stay on for now." I then tried to adjust to a better view. She either had not started growing pubic hair yet, or she shaved it. All the better for me, I thought.
I brought my arm back and began to spank her ass. I hit hard at first between both of her ass cheeks, before I spanked even harder. I sould hear whining and protestations from in front, but I ignored her some more. After about a minute of abuse, I left off with one good hit to the center of her ass. She definitely gave a yelp there.
"Well," I started as I walked back around, "Anytime you disobey me, I will do that much harder and for a longer time. Did you enjoy that spanking?" She shook her head, getting more blond hair into her face. "Good, then there will be no problems if I take this gag off you?" She nodded and I smiled. Good.
As soon as the gag was off, she started speaking. "Please sir, my parents...they can offer you anything, anything you want. Please let me go, please don't rape-..."
"Whoa, whoa there. Stop right there. it won't be a rape, don't worry. Listen though, I already told you, if you want to get out of here alive, youmust obey my every command."
She looked solemnly for a second before I continued. "First thing first. Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
Her eyes lit up, and I could already see that she was formulating a plan. "Uh, yes, I do!" I could see right through her.
"Here, one moment." I jaunted into the kitchen, fetched a bottle of pepsi and came back out with a straw. I placed the bottle with the straw in it right next to her face. "I will consider it if you drink all of this first."
"Is it-..."
"It's not poisoned. Don't worry about these things. As long as you listen, you won't die. I keep my promises."
I then left her there, as I went to the bathroom myself.
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After thirty minutes had passed, I thought I was about ready. She was fidgetting on the table and I knew she was probably holding back.
"So, now you have to go pee?"
"No. I really have to go bad now. I think I might explode-..."
"Good, wait one moment."
I went to the chair and collected my earplugs. I put one down and took the other in my fingers and compressed it. "Now listen girl, if you scream, you pay. Don't do anything until I'm done, or you'll regret it."
"Uh...okay..."
I could sense the nervousness of her voice.
I comrpessed the earplug as much as possible, then I moved to her rear end. She had a lovely pussy, plus her ass looked so tight, I couldn't wait to get into later on. I moved down and positioned myself just below her pussy. Then, as quickly but as carefully as I could be, I opened my fingers, took the earplug out and brought it right below her pussy. I then inserted it with accuracy into her urethra. I didn't stop pushing it in until it was almost invisible.
I could hear her sudden cry out in pain. I twisted some skin on her thiegh and warned her to be quite and she shut up again. I then reached down and took a smal bottle of crazy glue and dabbed some on my fingers. I then inserted it on and around the earplug, making sure it was securely fastened. It was only now I noticed that her pussy had become moist.
"Getting exited are we?"
"Huh?"
"How do you feel now, any irritation?"
She moaned for a second before replying. "I feel pressure, inside...my..pee, hole....thingy. We were learning about it in-..."
"Okay, that's enough."
I then walked into the bathroom and washed my hands, crazy glue was not something to mess with. I then walked back out to see her squirming again.
"Hey, quit moving. I already warned you about escaping."
"I-I...I can't...I have to go pee!"
"Well, then go, nobodies stopping you." I smirked, then brought a chair out in front of her face. I sat down comfortably with a bottle of pepsi of my own, her's lying empty on the floor.
My first enjoyable part of the eveneing was watching her squirm. It was pretty nice. I gave one good threat about knives, and she shut up for quite awhile. I watched as she writhed around in her position, yelping every time she let some of her urine out, because with the earplug in place, she couldn't relieve herself of the pressure.
Finally, I decided now might be a good time to move in.
"So, how you feeling still?"
"Please! It hurts!" She finally got out the words she was voicelessly mouthing. "I have to go pee, it hurts!" Liquid began to stain her eyes.
"Okay, here we go then. You listen to my every command, and I will let you relieve yourself afterwards. If you don't, I'll leave you here for an hour and you'll suffer even more."
Her head was rolling around and her lower body kept bucking up and down. I smiled. I walked around behind her and looked at her nice tight ass. It was a very good view, her ass and her pussy kept contracting as she tried to hold her liquid in. I was pretty happy.
"Okay, first thing's first. You're going to cum for me."
I bent down, picked up the dildo, and without hesitation I pushed it straight into her moistened pussy. She yelped at the new load in her, but I kept pushing it in. It was about the size of a football, so it was actually somewhat of a challenge to get the whole thing in.
After that, I took a smaller dildo, about the size of a large cucumber, and began pushing it into her ass. ow she gave a louder yelp and started mumbling loudly how she didn't want it in there.
"isten girl, it isn't harmful to have things in your ass. It's actually pleasurably, watch."
I then licked my fingers, one hand holding the huge dildo in her pussy, the other fingers I began to slip into her ass. It was quite a challenge, but I liked that. She kept on contracting her ass, making it hard, but I pushed again and again until nearly my whole hand was in there. I was actually pretty impressed.
I then quickly slid my hand out and rammed the dildo back in. With two dildo's and a huge amount of piss needing to be ejected, she gave a great yell. I swatted her hard on the ass to make her shut up as I began pumping the dildos in and out of her.
She started rocking back and forth with the huge dildos, I could already see she was starting to like it. I then pushed harder and harder, more of the dildos came out and went in at one time. Soon I was pumping both dildos in and out all the way at more than five times per second. She didn't stop moaning as I drove the dildos deeper and deeper into her.
Finally, she began to cum. As soon as I first noticed it I sped up the pace even more. Now she was groaning and almost yelling in pleasure.
I pulled the dildo in her ass out finally and pulled down my pants. I was so stiff and hard I couldn't take it any more. I ligned up my dick and then rammed it into her ass. My dick was even bigger than the dildo, I'm not bragging, so when she felt that, she yelped, then moaned even louder.
Even after her first cum, she was still taking it in pleasure. I noticed, with one arm free, I reached up and ripped the rest of her garments off her, exposing her beautiful nude body. I couldn't help it anymore, I grunted and grabbed one of her cute breasts and tugged on them hard. As she continued moaning, I suddenly remembered something.
I tugged the dildo out of her, as well as my dick. I could see a small trickle of blood on both objects that had gone up her ass, but it didn't matter at the moment.
I stepped quickly into my study, reached into one of the drawers before taking out two sharp paper clamps. I came back with her looking at me quizzically before she noticed the clamps. She may have said something afterwards, but it was drowned out by her screams. I clamped both clamps down onto her soft nipples.
I went right back around to her ass again and looked quickly at her pisshole. It seemed as if a few drops of piss had dripped out, but it didn't matter. The plug was still in and functioning.
I got back behind her and instantly shoved my dick into her ass while my left hand went straight into her pussy. I didn't stop until my dick was all the way in her, until my hand and some of my wrist was all the way inside her, and my right hand pressing down on the already tight clamps.
Even now, she kept moaning. Imagine it, it must have been too much for her. She had to piss badly, had both her rear ends filled with huge objects and painful clamps pinned down on her nipples.
As I pumped harder and harder into her, she screamed more and more until finally, I came at the same time as her. I filled her ass with cum, punched the inside of her cunt and pressed her nipples so hard the began to bleed.
She was no better off, he whole body was shaking by now, tears streaming down her face, but she had a smirk on her face, that was all that counted.
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I pulled my hand and dick out of her, I then took the clamps carefully off her nipples. I untied her bondings and she lay still on the table. I couldn't blame her, I was pretty tired myself.
I walked into the bathroom and started a shower. I waited about 30 seconds for the water to heat up, before stepping in. I was just closing the curtain when the girl popped her head in.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"Huh?"
"You're free to go now if you want."
She stood still for a moment, suddenly looking around and realizing her surroundings for the first time. "Um, can I saty...a bit longer?...Please?..."
I couldn't hold the smile off my face. I stepped out of the shower while leaving it running and scooped up her body into my arms. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips which she returned awkwardly and I let my hands slip down to her pussy again.
"I still need to go pee."
I laughed. "And so you will."
I lead her over close to the shower, then I told her to bend over. As soon as her ass was facing the shower, I reached up and unhooked the shower head. I fitted it with the hose extension hanging up on the showerhead and tested it. It was almost the same as a garden hose, except it's nosel was shaped like a plastic cone.
I easily reached down to grab her firm ass, then I inserted the hose right up into her tiny ass. She moaned and asked me what I was doing.
"Let's do this right if you're going to piss. Alright?"
I told her to sit down somewhat, with the hose still inside her ass. It had to be at least three inches inside before I was ready. I let her down, then reached up to the showerhead. I pulled the nosel and water instantly began flowing through the hose.
I dropped quickly and held her small body inside by arms and made sure my lags held her firmly to the spot. She soon felt the warm water rushing into her asshole and tried to get away. SHe began to wimper and eventually scream.
"ITS COLD! IT"S NOT RIGHT. HELP!"
I only held the hose on for about thirty seconds, but it must have seemed longer to her, since litres of water were flowing into her every few seconds.
I finally got up and she tore the hose out of her ass even before I switched it off. She then fell back and whimpered.
"I'm going to get a cramp."
"Don't worry, come here."
I then chakily brought her into the shower, I turned off the water and let us soak there for a few moments before I pulled her chin up and nodded to her.
I bent down and she opened her legs gratefully. I slipped one hand up, and then owrking my way around, I carefully pulled the earplug out of her piss opening. She let out a contented sigh and I lowered her down to my level. I lay against the shower stall and put her in between my legs. I lowered her pussy onto my dick and we sat there for about ten seconds before she both began to piss and shit at the same time. Well, not really shit, but all the water that had accumulated came out of her ass as well.
It was almost like a massage to me, and certainly a pleasurably relief for her. It took a good minute before she was done emptying her bladder, and we stayed in the shower stall making out for almost twenty minutes making out as she emptied her bowels.
We finally got up and had a hot shower to wash ourselves up. Actually, we washed each other, but wtv.
Finally, she decided she would be going home. I offered her a ride, but she declined. She said she wanted to visite me again. And I said: "anytime."
BE WARNED! This story is very brutal and dark and not for the light hearted or weak stomached. You must like it hard to like this story.
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I am one of those few men who are blessed with having an absolutely beautiful wife. Her name is Mindy and she is 25 years old, 5’4â€Â, 105 pounds, very petite, with short brown hair with blonde highlights, 34 C breasts that look gorgeous on her small frame and these huge brown eyes.  Her body is very tight and so
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lid as she works out five days a week. How she ended up with a guy like me I will never know. On top of being absolutely beautiful she was a wildcat in bed and loves to fuck and is very kinky. This brings me to my story.
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Most men who have beautiful wives are very jealous and over protective, but not me. I wanted to see her fuck other men. More specifically big black well endowed men. For a long time I kept this fantasy to myself and never said anything. When I would have sex with her I would close my eyes and imagine a big black man having his way with her. I would look at porn with black men online and picture her face there instead of the porn stars. It started to dominate my sex life and normal life; it was all I could think about. It got so bad that I would be sitting and watching TV and just start starring at her wishing she would fuck a different guy every night of the week.
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This went on for about 6 months until I could not stand it any more and I decided to say something to her. I waited until one night when we were making love and I was eating out her pussy and fingering her. I knew if she was horny she would like the idea more. Right before she was ready to cum, I quit licking her pussy but continued to finger her and told her I had a question to ask her. She moaned yes and so I just came out and said it. I told her that I wanted to watch her fuck other men as many as she wants and preferably well hung black men. She instantly starting bucking and screaming as I watched her have one of the biggest orgasms I have ever seen her have, just from me lightly fingering her and talking to her about fucking other men. After 30 seconds of her screaming at the top of her lungs she relaxed and looked down at me and asked if I was serious. I said I was dead serious and she started smiling at me and said that she wanted more variety and had been thinking about being with other men for a long time also. That night we fucked like we had never fucked before. She came almost constantly and I squirted more cum into her hot pussy than I ever had before.
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After were finished fucking we started talking about how we would go about this the first time. We wanted it to be very erotic, kinky and wild, but still wanted me to be able to watch. We decided that the way that sounded the most fun was to have her dress in a very short, very low cut, strappy dress. With a thong and no bra and 6 inch porno type heels and go to a local club that a lot of army guys hang out in from a military base in our area. We would go in separately, she would flirt, drink, build up her nerve and pick up one or two of them, bring them out to the alley and fuck them in the alley. I would follow after a few minutes, find a good hiding spot and watch her selected man or men fuck her like a total slut in the alley and when they were finished with her I would come over and fuck her cum filled loose pussy. It was a good plan, but as plans usually goes, especially a plan like this, things rarely go according plan and our lives would forever be changed by the events of that night.
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Well it was all set. It was Saturday night on a warm summer day. Her dress barely covered her ass and if she bent over you would be able to see her thong and you could clearly see she had no bra on and the outline of her beautiful breasts under her dress. We drove separately so that we would not be seen together at all. She entered the club first and I came in a few minutes later and got a table towards the back, order a pitcher of beer, and sat back and watched. She was instantly very popular. She started dancing and walking around the club and guys were thronging to her. Skinny, tall, fat, short, ugly, handsome they were all asking her to dance or offering to buy her a drinks, which she eagerly accepted to take the edge off what she is about too do.
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This went on for about two hours and she was getting fairly drunk. Not stumbling drunk, but she had enough to drink to impair her judgment some what. That and she also had settled into talking and dancing with three large men with crew cuts that looked like marines from the nearby military base. One was white and two were black and all three were very large a muscled. She flirted and dirty danced with all three through course of several hours. It was driving me crazy to watch her rub, dance and feel these three huge men. My cock was about ready to tear out of my pants as I sat back and watched her act like a wanton slut on and off the dance floor. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. I was hoping that she would go through with the plan and pick one of them to fuck in the alley behind the club. I had already picked out a good hiding place before I had entered.
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After we had been in the club for about 4 hours I could tell she was zeroing in on one of the black guys. I saw her lean in whisper something in his ear and walk back to the ladies room. While she was gone he said something to his buddies and they all started laughing and high fiving each other and I knew she had told him what she wanted. When she returned she took him by the hand and led him out of the club. I waited for a few minutes and followed them and went directly to my hiding place behind a tall stack of crates. I had a great view of the action.
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The alley was a typical alley in a fairly large town. Some dumpsters, lots of trash a few stacks of wooden pallets here and there. A couple of scattered alley lights. Lots of places for me to hide and watch the show as it unfolded in front of me. Little did I know how much of a show I was in for and how much it was going to get out of hand.
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As I settled into my hiding place I could see Mindy making out with the large black man she had been flirting with the entire night inside the club. He was leaning up against the back wall of the night club her back was towards the alley. He already had her dress pulled down around her waist baring her breasts. One hand grabbed her ass while the other groped her breasts. They were making out quite passionately he was sticking his tongue deeply down her throat his hands all over her body. I could hear her moan as his hands wonder all over her body. He began getting a bit rougher pinching her nipples and pulling her hair, but she didn’t seem to mind and almost seemed liked she liked it. This went on for about ten minutes. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. So I took it out and gently masturbated as I watched my wife get mauled by this big black man.
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As I was watching getting hornier by the second, some movement caught my eye. I looked over and saw the other two men she had been flirting with walking down the alley towards were my wife and the big black man were making out. My wife was totally into what she was doing and did not even notice the other two men coming down the alley, something inside of me told me I should warn her, but I couldn’t do it. I was transfixed on what might happen; besides she might have told them that she wanted to do all of them. Pre cum started to dribble from my cock at the thought of multiple men fucking my wife tonight, little did I know how true that statement was going to be.
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The two other men closed the last couple of steps very quickly and grabbed my wife very roughly by the arms and pulled her back off the other man. Each one had a firm grip on her arms. She screamed a little bit then looked around recognized the guys and seemed to relax a little bit. “What are you guys doing? I am trying to have some fun with your friend here, there is enough too go around but you will have to wait for some other time only one at a…†The big black guy that she had been making out reached out and slapped her hard across the face, the smack echoed down the alley. “Shut up bitch he shouted†and reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back painfully and looked down into her eyes. “Listen here bitch you teased us all in there and now you are going to get what you deserve before we ship out tomorrow†he said leering down at her. I knew I should run out and help her, save her, but I was totally hypnotized and much to my dismay extremely turned on by the site of my beautiful petite wife being abused by this big black man. She started crying and looked up at the big man in fear “please stop†she begged “I don’t want to play …†He jerked back hard on her hair again and punched her hard in the stomach. She let out a let squeal as the wind was knocked from her and he yelled again, “I said shut up cunt, if you know what is good for her you will keep your mouth shut!†Then to drive his point home he back handed her hard across the face. She went limp in the other two men’s arm and just hung there crying and sobbing. At that point I shot my wad all over the crate in front of me. It was the hardest I had ever cum in my entire life. The site of my wife, half naked, breasts hanging out being held, beat by and used by these big men was more than I could handle, I was sure this was not the last time I was going to cum tonight.
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They smacked her around some more just to prove their point then drug her over to some wooden pallets that were stacked on top of each other about 3 to 3 1/2 feet off the ground, just right a waist height. They roughly ripped her dress off of her and laid her down on the pallet. She was still sobbing and crying from her beating, but was not fighting anymore or talking. The pallets were not very wide. So her ass and pussy were stuck just a little over the edge of the top pallet and her legs also hung over and down forcing her to arch her back and making for easy access to either hole and her shoulders were even with the other side so her head hung off the end giving a perfect angle to stick a cock in her mouth. Once she was laid on top of the pallets they found some old dirty rope lying in the alley next to one of the crates and spread and tie her legs and arms down very tightly to the pallets. Next they put a piece of rope around her neck so she could not raise her head. She was forced to have it hang down the back side of the pallet in a very uncomfortable position. At this point she tried to fight back but it was too late, she was tied so tightly that she could not move and anytime she struggled the rope tying her head down around her neck would choke her. I knew I should run and get help, but I have never been this turned on, I was about ready to squirt my second load of cum, seeing my beautiful and petite wife tied down and spread open on those crates with nothing but a thong and 6 inch heels on about to be raped by three very large men.
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The big black man that she had originally brought out with her unzipped his pants and released the biggest cock I had ever seen, fully erect and walked up to her head, “now you don’t think you are so cute do you bitchâ€Â. “Please don’t hurt me she began to sob…†He smacked her hard again. “I told you to shut up†he whispered “if you don’t I will hurt you very badlyâ€Â. She again fell silent. He then grabbed his cock and began to force it into her mouth. She clenched her teeth shut. “Listen bitch, open up your mouth or I will knock your teeth outâ€Â. She reluctantly opened her mouth and he slowly started to push his huge cock into her mouth. Even from my hiding spot I could see her jaws stretching to try and accommodate the big member. I thought he would stop, but he just kept going pushing his cock all the way into her mouth and throat. He buried it all the way in her throat and mouth, I could see her body jerking as she gagged on the huge cock and I could see her eyes watering. Then he reached down grabbed her hair and roughly started force fucking her mouth, hard. I could hear her trying to scream around his cock. I knew by her struggles that this was chocking her and that she could not breathe. I knew once again I should run and get help, that my wife would never be the same if she survived this rape, but I was still entranced on it. While the first guy was force fucking her throat the other black guy walked up between her legs, unzipped his pants released another huge cock, pulled her thong panties to the side exposing her shaved, tight little pussy and unceremoniously shoved his cock all the way to the hilt. “Hey†hey shouted to the other guy “this bitch is wet; I think she might be getting off on thisâ€Â. That made Mindy struggle even harder, but there was nothing she could do about it as the both hammered away at her. Pounding her pussy, he reached out and brutally slapped her breasts as hard as he could. As soon as the other guys cock hit her bare, shaved petite little pussy I couldn’t last any longer and shot my second load and came even harder than the first time. When I looked up from my orgasm I noticed that the third man had disappeared.
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My erection quickly recovered as I watched the two remaining guys pound my wife for a few more minutes. I could tell she could not breathe and her struggles became less and less as the guy continued to brutally throat fuck her, while his buddy pounded her tight little pussy. After about 2 minutes I saw her body go limp and heard the guy in her throat start to moan and groan and shoot his load deep in her throat and then pull out, a few seconds later his buddy also cam deeply into her unprotected pussy. As he pulled his limp cock out of her throat all the cum he had shot in there was running out of her mouth and down her face. Her head rolled to the side, she was completely motionless. As the other guy pulled back his cum ran out of her pussy and down her legs. The first black guy bent down put his ear next to her mouth. I held my breath as I was not sure if she was still alive or not. He looked up to at his buddy “she is still breathing, just passed out†he said, slapping her cum covered face hard. “Where did jack go?â€Â
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About that time the white man named Jack, came back around the corner leading about 20 or so men from inside the bar, all of which Mindy had flirted with at some point during the night. “I just figured all of these men should have a chance at that little cock tease†he said “did you two have your fun?†The first guy said “we sure did, help yourselves boys, all holes up for grabs, plus she is passed out so don’t worry about her struggling too much until she wakes upâ€Â. I saw my chance and snuck out of my hiding place and blended into the men. They formed three lines, one lined up to fuck her ass or pussy, one to fuck her mouth and throat and one to play with, abuse and cum on her tits. One after another, fat, small, old, young, clean, dirty they all walked up and had their turn. I watched playing with my cock fascinated and extremely turned on by what was happening to my beautiful little petite wife. I was in heaven watching her get gang raped. I watched one particularly fat guy with a little cock walk up to her mouth and watched her whole head disappear under his fat roles as he stuffed his cock in her mouth. About this time a skinny little dude with a long thin dick stuck his cock first in her pussy to lube it up then up her ass. This seemed to wake her up as she began to struggle again. The big fat man backed off turned around, spread his ass cheek and said “lick my asshole you little cuntâ€Â. She looked around dismayed then got a look of defeat on her face and began to lick the fat mans dirty asshole sticking her tongue as far in as she could as he rubbed it up and down on her face.
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The line didn’t move real fast. At one point another huge cock got her mouth again and stuck it all the way and cutting off her air again. She struggle against her bonds trying to get some distance from the cock to get some air as this guy, like the first one grabbed her hair and fucked her throat shoving his huge cock in all the way to the base. While this was going on one of the men at her breast picked up what looked to be an old radio antenna off of a car and started smacking her breasts with it hard leaving fine, long, bright red welts all over her breasts and stomach. She started screaming around the cock in her throat and this really made her struggle for a while until once again her struggles began to get weaker. The guy with antenna saw a break in the line at her pussy and started smacking her raw bare pussy as hard as he could with the antenna. She screamed and jerked and thrashed as he brutalized her breasts stomach and shaved pussy with antenna until, she passed out from the lack air and pain, right before the guy in her throat also exploded into her. This maybe me shoot my wad without even masturbating. I loved watching the antenna drop on her unprotected body raising welts and making her scream around the cock in her mouth and making her body thrash.
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As she lay there limp and covered in cum and welts there were very few men left. Just myself and the original three men. I walked up and took my turn in her mouth and it only took about three thrust for me to cum deeply and the hardest I had up until that point. I took a chance to smack her tits and pussy a few times with the antenna then walked away and circled back around to my hiding place. “What should do with her now? What if she reports this and identifies us?†the big white man asked. “We will deal with that then, besides were leaving tomorrow, let’s just leave her†the first big black man said. So they turned around and walked away. I quickly ran to her made sure she was still breathing, untied her, carried her to the car and drove home, knowing our lives would never be the same. When I got her home I fucked her over and over again until she finally woke up.
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When the modern young woman of today looks at magazines and TV, she could be forgiven for thinking that the age of women’s liberation and achieving sexual equality were some real occurrence that made a big difference between the sexes. But this is a cautionary tale that shows that this is not exactly the case. Even now, under the surface most ordinary men treat women more like possessions, using them to show off their masculinity.
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This is a true story as related to me by a now wiser and possibly less confident young woman; it’s a condemnation of the male sex. This is a story of brutal rape and humiliation.
“ARE YOU FRIGGIN’ READY YET?â€Â My live in boyfriend’s voice came booming up the stairs. “Won’t be long hon. Just got to find my shoes and I’ll be there.â€Â, I yelled back. Thinking to myself, "If I hadn’t had to waste time finding your goddamned shirt, and those goofball socks that you insist on wearing, I’d have been ready ages before you.†As I walked down the stairs, he was standing at the bottom looking up towards me.
“What in the hell do yuh think ya look like? You're dressed like a 2 dollar ho.†Now I know I wasn’t dressed like a nun, but no way was I dressed like a whore. Jesus H. Christ going to hell in a hand basket! Only six months ago, when we’d first started going out; this was how dumbass used to like me to look. So what was his current malfunction anyway?
I had on a dress made of thin cotton, cut low on the bosom, with the hemline about six inches above the knee. After all, it was summer and the temperature was sky high, so I didn’t want to wear panty-hose or stockings. Besides, my legs had a nice tan and the hem wasn't so short that my thong underwear would show. So, I was dressed a happy medium, pleased that I was going to attract attention, but without seeming too slutty. Or, so I had thought.
On the way from our place to the roadhouse the fight that began on the stairs only got worse, and we were both really going at each other. To tell the truth this was not unusual lately, we had gotten to a stage in our relationship where bickering had become the normal start to an evening. But we’d usually end those same nights fucking, and swearing our undying love for each other. Better that than a 2 minute quickie, followed by a peck on the lips, and 5 hours of loud snores.
As we walked into the honkytonk his parting comment was, “If you’re going to listen to that shit eating band that’s up to you, I’m gonna be playing pool with the guys.†We were regulars at this roadhouse; and this going our own ways had become our usual routine. He joined his pals at the pool tables, and I sat ignored at the bar watching the band. Or, so it seemed.
As you walked into this place, to the left was a stage for the bands, with a small area kept clear for dancing. To the right was an area where all the pool tables were, and in the middle people sat drinking at the bar. I made my way around to the side where the band was already playing on stage. I hauled my sweet cheeks up on a tall bar stool and ordered a drink. And for the next half hour that’s where I sat, oblivious to anything except the band. A couple of guys wanted to dance, but I wasn’t in the mood after the fight with my boyfriend, so I just said, “no thanks.â€Â
The band finished playing and went off for their break, and some generic recorded music took their place. Using this slack time, I slid down from the stool and walked around to the pool table area of the roadhouse. Most of the stools lining the bar on that side were taken, but there was still one available, so I settled in and ordered another drink.
Now, there’s one other thing to know about this bar, it is a haunt of two separate crowds of regulars that don’t get along well. One group’s from a town about 10 miles north. It’s an old, mostly played out mining town surrounded by hilly land now taken over by ranchers. The other group is mainly made up of people from a small farming town to the south; this is the bunch my boyfriend and I belong to.
It is not unusual to have a fight break out at sometime during the night, and when this does happen the entire establishment divides into two brawling gangs, all fighting for the sake of fighting, if you ask me.
So, I would normally have found a stool near the pool tables usually occupied by my boyfriend’s crew, and if there weren’t a stool open, I’d have gone and hung by where he was playing. But tonight, still being a little pissed at him, and there being no open stool near their tables, I sat at the bar alongside the tables of the opposing crowd.
This didn’t present any problem at first, and as I nursed my drink I noticed the buckle on this one guy’s belt. It was really bitchin’, a big sculptured buckle. It had a naked girl lying on her back on top of a Harley, legs up in the air, and a naked guy fucking her. Without realizing it, every time this guy turned around, I was looking to see just how detailed this buckle was.
Then I decided I needed to pee, so I asked the bartender to hold my seat, and I went to the can. As I was walking back, I'd just reached my stool, when this belt buckle guy smashed the cue ball into the pack on a break. As the ball broke the pack it ricocheted off the table and landed on the floor at my feet. By reflex I stooped down to pick it up, and in stooping my knees parted some, not that anyone could see anything, unless they were at floor level.
As I was about to pick up the ball, a large hand wrapped itself around mine holding me still for a second. This guy with the buckle had dived onto the floor to retrieve his ball and was on his knees in between my legs. “Thut’s a niiiiice li’l puss ya got there, kin ah pet it?†He said with a wicked grin on his face. “No you can’t, you disgusting perv. And let go of my hand.â€Â, I snapped.
He kept a tight hold of my hand, preventing me from standing up. “Ya know yuh want me. Ya been givin’ me thuh cum n’ git it look all night long, staring at my dick.†“Let me go. I wouldn’t fuck you, if you were the last guy alive; I was only looking at your buckle.†“Yeh! Ah bet. Thut’s like me sayin’ ah'm lookin’ at yer thong. But we both know damn well ah'm lookin’ to see how much coochie yer showin’. Yew might have bin lookin’ at muh buckle, but yew were shure as hell thinkin’ ‘bout mah dick.†“Don’t flatter yourself, if you use your dick as well as you use the pool cue, you wouldn’t be worth fucking.†“Yew fucking be-atch. Air yew sayin’ I cain't shoot pool?†“You can’t play for shit; my bitch hound plays better pool than you. I could kick your ass six ways from Sunday without even trying.†“Yew cock teasers er all thuh same; yer flashin’ yer beaver and shootin’ off yer big mouth. But air ya gonna back it up with a bet?†“Like what?†"Muh belt ‘gainst yer cunt.†"What are you offering?" “Ah win and yew cum out to muh truck. Then ah’ll fuck thet l’il twat a yorn.†“And if I win?†“Don’ wurry none ‘bout thet, thut won’ happen.†“But if I win, I get your belt?†“Nooo weey Ho-say lady. Thut ther’ belt cost me sum big bucks.†“So what’s a matter big bad chicken shit, you’re scared you’ll lose it to a woman?â€Â
“Ok lady yer own. But yer gonna git thuh fuckin’ of yer life wunce this here game is over.†“Don’t be too sure; if I was you I’d start asking around to see if anyone’s got any twine. ‘Cause you’ll need something to hold your pants up with sooner n’ you think.â€Â
With that a new table was racked up, the previous game he’d just started was left to one side. All the guys around were from his crew, and they all cottoned on to what had been taking place between us. By this time there was quite a crowd hanging at the table, and the shit was flying fast and furious in my direction.
They were all being crude, mostly yacking monotonously that they thought I’d get smoked, then fucked. I had only taken on this poser galoot because I knew I could beat him, and anyway, he’d really pissed me off, so I wanted to take him down a notch or two. Besides, he wore fake alligator cowboy bootsâ€â€don’t you just hate that?
The game would have been easy, too, except for his stooges all around the table. Since they had the back area surrounded, nobody from outside this group could see anything they were up to. Every time I bent forward I’d get some jerk running his hand up the inside of my leg, this made me miss a few easy shots. As a result in no time this lame ass had taken the lead, with five balls sunk to my one.
I knew if I lost that there was no way I’d get out of there without this neanderthal porking my snatch. I was also pretty sure his bottom feeder homies would come along to check it out, so things were getting kinda desperate. I was about to make a shot and as I leaned forward, I felt a hand on the inside of my knee, and it was sliding up my inner thigh.
Without batting an eyelash, I swung around suddenly, turning the stick around in my hands like some kendo master and whacking the guy who was feeling me. I landed a very hard shot to his upper arm, knocking him sideways. Then, I stood there with my back against the table holding the stick reversed like a club in a threatening manner.
They all started ragging on me with shit like: “Go ahead l’il gal give us yer best shot, ‘cause yew’ll only get wun.†I knew I couldn’t win this kind of fight. So I said, “Now look here you motha fuckahs, I’ll make y’all a deal. You leave me alone to play this game fair and square, and if I lose, you can all have a piece of the action. But if any one of you so much as breathes on me before this game’s over, then all bets are off and I’m gonna scream rape at the top of my lungs.â€Â
Surprisingly one big wrangler said, “Ok fellas give thuh l’il lady sum space; she’s earned thuh right to prove herseff. Enyway, Burt will soon have this here game in the bag, so whut's ar rush?†With that the game continued. From all the comments that were whizzin’ by me, I was having trouble keeping my mind on the game. It got to red line pitch when mr. macho got a run of luck and sunk all his solid colors, leaving him only the 8 ball for the game. On my side, I still had six stripes plus the 8 ball if I wanted to leave without a bigtime fucking from a scuzball and likely worse.
I gotta tell you…by this point I was beginning to thoroughly regret shooting off my big mouth. So I took a deep breath to calm myself and thought carefully. For sure, my boyfriend would be wondering where I was by now. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I knew he wouldn't come looking for me tonight. It would be more than his pride could stand. He’d sooner hire a hooker for the night before he’d lower himself to come find me to say he was sorry. No, if I was going to get out of this mess, I was going to have to do it all by myself.
With that thought, I told myself to block out all my stupid thoughts, and remember how my ol’ daddy had taught me to play pool. I gathered up all my concentration, and it worked. Next shot, the ball went in. It hadn't been a hard shot, but it was exactly what I needed for shape to set me up. The next shot was a simple bump and stop with no english, and that one went in, too. Next came a shot that many would find tough. As I lined it up and took aim, it was as if the assholes around me had all got lockjaw. It was quiet as a church on offering pledge Sunday.
I slid the stick over the bridge I’d made with my left hand. Zap, the cue ball just missed the intervening ball with the help of some well-delivered left back spin. The cue ball curved around the table clipping the fourteen ball and it spiraled gently into the pocket. I was definitely on a roll, the next two shots were no problem. Now one more ball and I would be even up with the shitkicker cowpoke.
Ouch! On second look, this was another awkward shot coming up, but I knew I could make it. I had to. Again, I shut off the outside world from my mind, and I could feel my daddy’s hand on mine guiding the direction of my stick. In my head I could hear him whispering in my ear as he pressed close up behind me, and I could almost feel his hard prick that he would always push against my ass.
You see, my ol’ daddy had inadvertently prepared me for this kind of situation beginning when I was knee high to a grasshopper. He used to stand behind me, at first with me standing on an orange crate, with his long arms wrapped around me. His hands would be guiding mine on the stick. He'd be explaining the technical details about how to make a shot, while at the same time sliding his fat prick up and down my butt crack on the outside of my skirt. After many years of this, I'd learned how to block out this kind of distraction, and concentrate on the game. With a tiny click as the balls made contact, the last of my striped balls went in. Whooooh!
Now with only the 8 ball to go, I could hear the shit storm start up again. But now the shoe was on the other foot, they were zinging this guy Burt. Everyone was saying things like: “If this one falls, the next thing to fall will be your pants.†And there was quite a bit of horseplay and acting out, but it was Burt not me getting the brunt of it.
I called the far side pocket and got up to the edge of the table and leaned as far forward as I could possibly reach. To get the control I needed with the dead on angle into the side pocket and not leave my ass waving in the breeze I had to lift one leg up onto the edge of the table. I leaned forward again, and a hand took hold of my crotch. I tried to react by bouncing back upright, but his other hand pressed firmly down in the middle of my back. I tried stabbing backwards with the butt of my stick, but he had stood to my left side and I was powerless to do anything.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I recognized the voice of the big man who’d stepped in and calmed the situation down earlier; I figured him to be the ramrod of this crew. He was gently squeezing my twat, his fingertips sliding into my crotch, rubbing my cunt crack.
“Go ahead bitch sink this wun an’ yew cain have his belt. I’m jest gettin’ a quick feel, cuz it looks like yer gonna whup ‘im.†I couldn’t stop this dude, and he was working my clit with an expert action, so I knew I’d soon lose all concentration.
What could I do? Against all odds I made one last determined effort to block out what he was doing while I still could, letting him have unrestricted access, and not wasting time fighting him off. I lined up my cue and smacked that cue ball…higher and much harder than I’d intended. As soon as I made contact with the ball, I knew I was gonna blow that shot. The cue ball cracked against the 8 way too hard and sent it zinging at the pocket, where it crashed against the back of the pocket and bounced back out over the cup lip and back across the table. My heart sank. Oh shit!
My thoughts now were where will it stop? Will I have left an easy shot for Burt? The very next instant my cue ball, which on impact had gone lickity split in the opposite direction to the 8 no doubt to scratch, had instead also rebounded hard off the back of the pocket underneath me, and gone back to collide with the 8 once again. And now, recoiling from a second impact with the cue ball the 8 ball rolled slowly back towards the pocket that I’d originally aimed for. Only, it got slower and agonizingly slower and as it got to the lip of the pocket it appeared to stop, then abruptly dropped in and disappeared. Ooh Lordy! What were the odds against that? Better lucky than good, my ol’ daddy always said. The gasp of disbelief from the gang gathered around filled the air.
But although I’d won the game, I was still being held over the table, and this guy was working my clit something fierce. Now as I said, they had the area well screened off with their bodies, so only they could see my predicament. And now I’d made my shot, so I could no longer block out the signals that were coming from my clit. This guy rolled me over on my back and slid me along the table; I can remember someone taking the stick from my hand. I can also remember saying. “Please no. Don’t do this. You’re not being fair. I won.†But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I was too far gone to struggle or protest. My legs were wide open, and I knew I was pushing down on the table with my feet, lifting my crotch up and down as he pushed his fingers deep up my pussy.
When he rammed his fingers into me, I lifted pushing my hungry cunt hard against him. The rest of the guys all stood around watching. Soon, I was flopping up and down and cumming. His mouth clamped itself onto my pussy and he started drinking my cum as he supported my hips with his hands.
While I laid there still semi-conscious, other hands were all rubbing and feeling around my crotch. As I came back to earth I tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by Burt’s hand on my chest. “Not sew fast li’l ladee ah want mah turn,†he said. I was once again surprised by the big guy, grabbing Burt's hand and pulling him off me. “What dew yew think yer dewing? She whupped yew fair and squar’,†and with that he pulled Burt out of the way. He gave me his hand, and said, “Doan jest lay thur gal, git up own yer feet an’ collect yer winnin’s, yew certainly deeserve tuh.†Getting helped up, I walked wobbily across to where Burt was standing.
The big guy was glaring at Burt, which I’m sure was the only reason he stood still. I undid his sexy buckle and slid the belt out of the loops on his jeans. I wrapped it around the outside of my dress, buckled it up and let it slip down onto my hips. Finally, I couldn’t resist one last dig. “Thanks for the game cowpuncher, but if I were you, next time I’d pick on a girl from grade school.†With that, I pushed my way through the circle of men, and re-took my seat at the bar.
I'd just had my twat fingered and my carpet munched, so I hadn’t got away with it scot-free. But that didn't stop me from sitting there like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. I had a big smug-assed grin on my face, and I was already thinking how I’d taught that poser a lesson…never to underestimate women.
The guys had mostly got back to their games on different tables, but Burt was with three or four guys all huddled together. I thought maybe he was licking his wounds from the humiliation I’d just given him. So, I turned back towards the bar and continued drinking, and humming away to the music as the band had begun again. I was just musing to myself whether to move to the other side of the bar to watch the band better.
Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went out, the whole place was plunged into pitch black darkness. All hell broke loose among the panicked bar patrons. At that very instant, I was grabbed with two arms tight around my body hauling me from the stool, and a hand being clamped around my mouth. I fought them and struggled for all I was worth, but it was no good. Soon we were outside, and I was hustled across the parking lot to a large van.
There was a guy running ahead of us, and he had opened the big sliding side door. I was thrown inside, landing hard on the floor. At least ten men crowded their way in, and the door was slammed shut. Immediately, the sound system fired up and the music blasted out loud enough to make anyone deaf. Even if I’d screamed my lungs out, I couldn’t have been heard over the music. The van started moving and we were all soon accelerating like a bat out o’ hell down the road.
Within minutes we had stopped, and so did the music. Burt walked up to me and he was the first to speak. “Ok ladee we’re far away frum whair enywun kin hear yew now, so ef yew want to scream yew'd best git it over with. Cuz it ain’t gonna help yew eny...OK. Yew know who's giving thuh orders now. Ah want yew tuh stan’ up.â€Â
I did as he asked, there was no point in being awkward. I stood there in front of him. “Reckon ah’ll have muh belt back now.†Once again although I’d won the belt fair and square, it was pointless resisting. So without a word of protest, I undid the belt. I reached out my hand to give it back to him. “Yew took it off. Yew cain put it back own.†Meekly I went across and threaded it through the loops around the top of his jeans, and started to fasten the buckle.
“Doan bother dewing thet up darlin’; yew cain start unfastenin’ muh fly. Yew said ma pants would cum down, an’ now yew’re goin’ to be proved right.â€Â
One thing I haven’t mentioned yet was that from the time I stood up in the van there was one guy flashing away with a camera, every time I moved he took a picture of me. Now, I was really in a fix, and a fucking was almost a done deal.
I figured why get hell beat out of me, too. I might just as well do what they want and get it over with. I knelt down in front of him and undid his jeans, lowering them down and lifting his prick out of his pants. I stroked it and pulled gently, and then put my mouth to work, soon getting him to full erection. By now, I was being undressed by guys from all angles. My tits were being sucked, and my cunt was being squeezed.
They laid me on the floor and Burt mounted me pushing his fat prick hard up inside my pussy. He jammed it in being as brutal as he could. Since my hole was still wet from the big guy’s fingering, Burt slid in easily, and in different circumstances, I might have loved it.
He only fucked me for about a minute, and when he could tell this wasn’t hurting me, he pulled out and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at a better angle to his prong. My poor pussy had already been working overtime, due to being savagely fingered, so while he’d been fucking my cunt, my juices built up from before had been running out and down across my asshole. Realizing that would get him by my tight starfish, he rammed his now wet and slimy prick up into my hershey highway, hoping to make me scream. But coated with my thick cunt juice his johnson slid up kinda easily, and he had no choice left but to start fucking. He’d hardly got started before someone was shouting something at him.
“Come own Burt, we all want a turn at her. Yew cain see she’s taking that wiener dick o’ yorn too damn easy. Yew get own yer back an’ we’ll lower her ownto yew, thet wey ah can ram her hot cunt. With two at wunce, we’ll see ef she still finds thut a turn-own.â€Â
With that Burt pulled out, two guys grabbed my legs, and two more grabbed my arms. They hauled me up in the air, still facing up. Burt got on the floor on his back and I was lowered down so he could get his prick stuck deep into my now stretched brown pucker.
Burt then took hold of my arms holding me down, not that it was necessary; I had decided resistance wasn’t an option. Now the guy who’d told Burt that he wanted a turn in my twat was getting into position. He forced his prick up my slot, and he like Burt was certainly not using any finesse. He rammed his somewhat larger shaft in as if he were trying to be as brutal as possible.
Now I’m not a slut, and I’d never before had more than one man at a time. But I do like sex, and I’ve never found but one man up to now, that ever gave me more than I could take.
On the contrary, I usually lay there after sex wishing my partner would suddenly get a new lease on life and fuck me again like he really meant it. So, although these guys appeared to be trying to be rough, the only thing at all uncomfortable so far was the unaccustomed stretching I was getting, because I’d never up until that time experienced two men at the same time. Yet, after the initial light pain, even this double team approach began to press all the right buttons, and the harder they banged away, the more I liked it.
Guys were pushing pricks to my mouth from both sides, and I was sucking them all in turn. Other guys were sucking on my nipples, and the whole experience just became something else. Suddenly, it was like being a kid at your birthday party, with all your favorite foods along with presents, too. In the process, I had lost all sense of shame or inhibitions. As the guy up my velvet tunnel was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.
While he was doing that, someone else took his place and my sweet puss was once again hot into some action. Now this went on for at least an hour, and I came more times than I can remember. I had jizz shot up my ass, my twat, and down my throat. All the guys had had their turn, some were going at it more than once. The guy with the camera only stopped taking pictures while he was having his turn at me. How many pictures he’d taken I don’t know, but it must have been quite a few.
Eventually, with limp dicks all around, they’d had all they wanted of me, and I was told not to be such a pig-headed bitch again, or they’d give me another hardass gangbang. Although what these needle-dicked motherfuckers knew about hardcore gangbanging was an unsolved mystery to me. First time out, I could easily see them for the empty frauds they all were.
Whatever…the truck started up and we were moving again. While we drove, I cleaned myself up with some tissues and wipes, and got dressed, but they kept my thong as a souvenir. The truck barely stopped and I was shoved out the door like a sack of yesterday’s garbage. The door slammed and off they raced back down the road.
I realized that I was back in the parking lot behind the roadhouse. Peeling myself off the pavement, dirty but unhurt, I went in through a back door. I made my way straight to the ladies room, to check myself over. When I got done with all I could do to straighten myself up, I made my way back to the main bar, where I found my boyfriend still playing pool.
As soon as he saw me, he threw down his stick and stormed towards me at full speed. As he reached me, he grabbed my arm half dragging me through the bar and out into one of the hallways, away from the main crowd. “What in the fuckin’ hell have you been doin’? It’s all over the saloon that you put your furry little snatch up for a bet. Well…is it true?†“It wasn’t like that.†“Wasn’t like what? Ya either did, or ya didn’t, they also reckon that yuh won that porno belt that guy wears. Well…did ya?†“Well yes, I did.†“Ya did. Fucking aye, I’ll bet that pissed him off. I can't wait to see his face when he sees me wearing it. Where is it?†“That’s what I was trying to tell you.†“What the sam hill are ya saying gal? You’ve either got the belt, or ya don’t !†“Yes, I won it. But when the lights went out, they took me out to their van and they raped me.†“And the belt?†“They took that back.†“Those lowdown cheatin’ bastards. That belt wuz worth a small fortune.†“Didn’t you hear what I said? They gang raped me! And all you can think about is that fucking belt!?†“Well I’ve goddamned told ya hundreds of times, yuh dress like a ho, an’ what the hell can yuh expect. But if yuh won that belt, the shitheel sombitches have no right to steal it back. Still and all, I don’t think its worth starting a donnybrook over, it was too damned fancy anyway.â€Â
“So you’re not going to do anything about me being raped?†“What’s to do? It’s over and done with now, and ya don’t look any the worse for wear. I wouldn’t mind betting yuh friggin’ egged them on anyway. I’m going back to finish my game. I’ll see yuh when its time to go home. It’s still a goddamned shame about that belt, I’d have liked to wear that, just to see his face.† With that he turned and went back into the pool room. What could I do, I went back into the bar, hauled my well-fucked ass up onto a stool, got a drink, and listened to the band. Sitting there I was very conscious of people looking at me, and I assumed they had all heard about my bet, and that was what they were talking about. But with all eyes on me, it was more than difficult, knowing that I had no panties on and my every move perched on the tall bar stool was precarious.
Nevertheless, I sat there up on display till my boyfriend came back at the end of the evening to take me home.
That evening his total concern was apparently confined to the loss of the belt that he now considered was rightfully his. Go figure. You’d have thought that he’d won the son of a bitch himself. My rape was not even mentioned again, and he still had his usual fuck before going to sleep. Too bad I hadn’t caught cooties to give him.
The next day as he took off for work, he was still griping about losing that motherfucking belt. When I asked what time he’d be home, he said, “Doan’no, I’m goin’ straight to the roadhouse after work with the crew, I’ll see ya down there.â€Â
“I’ll see ya when you get home. I’ll give the bar scene a break for tonight; I’ve got housework to catch up on.†“Suit yourself. See ya when I get back.â€Â, and just like that he was long gone. Self-centered prick, but what else is new?â€Â, I thought.ÂÂ
I went to work that morning as usual. Some of the guys there had heard about my bet. They were all jabbing me about my cutting this guy from Craigsville down to size, and I didn’t correct them by telling them how he’d raped me. I figured under the circumstances, the less people that knew, the better.
When I got home from work I set to get all the washing into the machine, and then do general tidying up and cleaning. By 8:00 I was plumb tuckered out, but our place now looked more like a home than a bomb site. I went upstairs to take a shower, and thought I’d slip into a nightie, get into bed, and watch a movie. I’d just walked out of the shower, into the bedroom, when I could see some headlights coming up our driveway.
That driveway was maybe about 100 yards long, and led to an area in front of the house big enough to park up to somewhere around 10 pickups. The headlights coming up our driveway were from not one, but from a convoy of trucks and vans, as it turned out. The leading one I recognized as my boyfriend’s truck, but there were at least six more trucks following him.
The first thing that came to mind was that damned belt. I thought even though he’d said it wasn’t worth starting a war over, like most men he’d changed his mind. Six or seven trucks meant at least twenty plus guys. He’d obviously rounded up the whole crew together. It was unusual for all the guys to be out like this, it must be some special event.
He’d pissed and moaned about the loss of ‘his’ belt, maybe until it had become a major pride issue. Could be that he was now coming home to collect his baseball bat, or even worse his .357!
As the trucks all screeched to a stop, I’d expected him to jump out and come running in for whatever weapons he’d decided on using. Instead, as I looked out, all the guys were getting out of their trucks, and heading for the house. This got my attention, and for a moment I wondered what the hell was happening, but I didn’t have long to wait to find out.
I heard the front door open, and the boyfriend shout. “Where are you honey?†“I’m upstairs, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll be down.†“Don't bother, we’re coming up.†“But honey, I’m not dressed for guests. Just give me a few seconds.†But I could hear them all clumping up the stairs, and the general atmosphere told me that they were already sloshed with booze.
I ran towards the bedroom door with the intention of locking it. My boyfriend got to the door before me, punching it open, and storming in followed by all his friends. As he walked over in front of me, he held out his hand with what looked like a spread-out pack of cards. He threw them in the air and they floated down like confetti.
Without picking one up, I could tell instantly that they were photos of me from the night before.
“So you were raped, were ya? Do these look like someone whose being raped?†“But…†“But nothing. Yewww fuckin’ slut. Yuh’re just a fuckin’ ho. You fuckin’ asked for everythin’ you got, and ya went along with the dirty bastards. Yeww let them fuck yew every way possible, an’ then went back fer more. Well, we’rrre gonna teach you a fuckin’ lesson yuh won’t forgit in a hurry. If yew think yuh got fucked last night, then yuh’d better think again, cuz tonight yer gonna get a real fuckin’.†He drunkenly slurred his words so the redneck twang came out. In those same words there was also an anger and fierceness that twisted his face and spread into his pained bloodshot eyes that I’d never seen before.
Now as I have said about the previous night, I knew I couldn’t stop them, and there was no point in getting a beating. It was for sure and for certain I was going to get fucked that night, so I just went along with it. There was another thing that my ol’ daddy had taught me that applied here; he’d always said for every situation, you can make it either a positive or a negative. Along those lines sometimes the best policy is simply to shut up and play the hand you’re dealt the best you can even if you’re holding shitty cards.
This practical attitude had gotten me through the previous night’s ordeal, without it becoming a major trauma. It looked like this next night would be no better, so I resigned myself to going along with the action.
They looked as though they too were going to make sure they got a visual record of all the action at my expense. There were two guys with video cameras, and one guy taking stills. I stood there with just my bath robe on. I was totally naked underneath. “Git that shit suckin’ robe off, and git yourself up on the bed with yore legs spread wide,†came the instruction from my now ex-boyfriend really feeling his firewater now. With a shrug, I unfastened the belt that was tied around my waist, and dropped the bath robe straight to the floor.
I calmly walked across to the bed, climbed into the middle, and laid back with my legs bent high and spread wide open. As soon as my legs went up, there was near riot. The men lunged in from all around the bed. Like the previous night’s experience, they showed no sign of love or romance. They were out to abuse hell out of me, and abuse they did.
The details of what happened when, or what happened first, are all a blur. But there were over 20 men, and I was fucked relentlessly for the next 3 solid hours. They delighted in shooting their cum in my face, and I dutifully sucked cocks one right after another the entire time I was being fucked. At one point they took turns pumping their slimy cream into a glass until they’d filled it about half way. When they gave it to me. I didn’t need a roadmap. I immediately drank it down in one long swallow, without having to be forced.
Some of the men started leaving, while others were still banging away at my well used hole. I even noticed one or two additional men arriving well-after the whole thing had started. When they had all finished, there were about 10 men still sitting around talking. At that time, the dogs in one of the guy’s trucks parked in the yard were disturbed by some of the other guys leaving. The fella whose dogs were barking went to the window and yelled for them to shut up.
This simple action must have suggested a new idea to another guy’s hooch fogged brain. I saw him make a sudden bee-line for where my ex was sitting and say something I couldn’t hear. After that my ex got up and said, "Hal, go get a coupla your dawgs and bring them in here. Their always tryin’ to hump ma leg when we’re out huntin’. Let’s see what they can do with this bitch. We ain’t gonna have use for her again, so it don’t matter if they fuck her up, or not.â€Â
I realized right then in spite of my natural shock, smart gal that I am, that he was really going to get those dogs upstairs to fuck …me! But, as before, I decided resistance was futile.
In truth, I’d seen pictures of girls with dogs, and had always wondered what it would feel like. I was soon going to find out up close and very personally, as these big hunting dogs came bounding into the bedroom. I was yanked up from the bed, and slapped down on the floor on my hands and knees. As soon as I was down, both dogs had their tongues lapping around my swollen cum dripping pussy, and the first dog was mounting me in mere seconds. His pointy prick stabbed all around the tops of my legs, and more by luck than judgment it found its target, and up my twat he went.
There seemed no thickness to the prick at first, but rapidly it grew in length and diameter. He was soon completely filling my cunt. His pace was rapid, and the feeling was surprisingly goodâ€â€once I got over what was fucking me. Just to be on the safe side, I did my best not to show how much I liked it.
Within a minute, I could feel his big knot pressing hard against my tunnel. My vagina automatically reacted by opening up and in it popped, sorta like pushing a cork into a bottle neck and having it slip inside. Once he was in, he fucked me for all he was worth. It was heaven, and I’d blocked out of my mind the audience watching and let this animal take his pleasure however he wanted. He came inside me at least five timesâ€â€I counted-- before his knot eventually slipped out.
After that happened I was ready to fall to the floor and rest, but dog number two had other ideas and was mounting up as soon as dog number one dropped out. The experience was unreal; I just let myself go and didn’t bother anymore what they thought of me. Piss on all of them. That was the best fucking I’d ever experienced. Stud puppy 2 came up inside me at least seven times I thinkâ€â€I was beyond counting by then. As his knot and prick slid out, I slumped to the floor lying on my side.
While I was sprawled down there dog number one sidled across and started licking the tops of my legs. Not bothered about the audience, I lifted my leg up out of the way giving him renewed access to my now gaping twat, which he licked at furiously. Not only did this rev my engines, but it put some juice in the dog as well, and he soon stood straddled over me trying to hump, and his dick was sticking out of its sheath.
I arched my back, resting on my shoulders and feet, lifting only my hips up towards his jerking penis. His nice cock found my pussy, and we were soon merrily fucking once again. This was unbelievable. It was difficult to keep myself arched up for his dick to reach. But still, in this position, he fucked me and came three more times. After that, I just lay still with both dogs still licking me.
As some of the guys were about to leave, one decided he’d piss all over me as a final insult, and this led to at least six others doing the same.
The last of the men left at about 2:00 in the morning, at which point my ex, gathered all my clothes out of the closets, and threw them and everything else I owned out of the window. He said I was lucky he wasn’t throwing me out with them. He said I could sleep downstairs in the kitchen with the dogs, but to make sure I’d left his house before he got up.
I did sleep a while with our dogs. But even though the three dogs we had were bitches, they all took turns licking my pussy. By the time he’d gotten up I was ancient history-sold my car for cash and was riding the bus with all I could carry to the next state.
This experience didn’t do me any lasting sexual harm. But it demonstrates that if a man can’t wear you as jewelry, to show off to others, then he can’t stand anyone else having you. In that case, he'll even go so far as to want to destroy you.
It’s now some years later. Don’t you worry about this kid. My ol’ daddy taught me to be a true survivor. Today I am far away from anyone who knew me back when , happily married to a loving man, with four kids, and still occasionally get stared at by men. Thank you very much.
But, I have no illusions left even about my loving husband. Because now I know the boundaries that a woman dares not cross, if she wants to keep her man happy. Remember ladies: It’s not enough to be cleverer than the man, to beat any and all of them in the game of life you also need to be wiser, and that wisdom unfortunately only comes with hard won experience.
By the way, does anybody know where I can get a good deal on a well-trained male dog to keep me feeling well looked after on my long lonely jogs through the woods?
Just in case any one is feeling worried about what effect that kind of experience would have on the mental state of the poor young lady. I can assure you that the above was pure fiction, and not based on any real person or place.
Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com I would also like to acknowledge the much appreciated help give by Redbaron, who edit this story and gave it a genuine American flavour. :" Edited by Redbaron719". It is only the feedback from readers that make the effort of writing worthwhile, and I will answer all mail received (eventually). I would particularly like to hear comments from Girls living in England. To ensure I accept your mail, make sure your mail has ‘Story Feedback’ as a subject, all other mail to this account is deleted as spam.
The moment he saw her a fantasy entered his mind. He pictured himself buried inside her, thrusting in and out, watching her tits bounce as he fucked her.
She was a vision. Long red hair, bright green eyes and the nicest pair of natural tits he'd ever seen. Every girl he'd been with had huge breasts so he'd become an expert in cup size. He estimated that this particular girl had to be about a 38E.
The tight white shirt she was wearing wasn't helping his arousal. His hard cock strained against his jeans as he watched her serve her customers. His eyes followed her every move so he could catch a glimpse of her impressive cleavage every time she leaned down to set down a plate of food.
Closing time for the restaurant was coming close and the last of the patrons began to
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leave. The cold winter air would breeze through the place every time another customer would leave. The change in temperature made the object of his obsession's nipples harden and make themselves known through her shirt. His hard cock became even harder as he watched her long nipples poke through even more.
He stayed til the last moment. He always did. He knew her schedule and the schedules of every other employee and he stayed until he was absolutely sure that the big titted red head was the only person left. They were alone.
Her tits bounced enticingly as she jogged up to him to give him his check. She left it for him and made her way back to the kitchen.
She locked the back door and turned around as soon as she heard a noise. The last man in the place, the man that was there almost every night stood there in the kitchen staring at her with an expression that made her nervous.
"You're not supposed to be in here." She said, her breasts heaving with fear.
"I know." He said. "I couldn't help myself. I just had to have you."
She gasped and tried to run past him but he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the fridge watching her tits sway frantically as her back hit the solid door.
"What do you want?" She said, backing herself into a corner.
"Don't you know?" He asked, stepping closer. "I want to fuck your brains out."
She started to run but he stopped her with his massive muscular 6 foot 3 inch frame. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the large counter in the middle of the kitchen. He spread her legs with his knee and stepped between them pushing his hard jean clad cock into her.
"Do you feel that? Can you feel how much I want you?"
"No. No. Please..." She whimpered.
"Shut up. I can tell you're a slut. I know you want my cock in your pussy."
She shook her head. "No. No, I don't."
He suddenly ripped her t-shirt in half watching her tits heave as mounds of flesh spill out of her lacy bra.
"Yes." He insisted. "You do."
He palmed a lace covered breast, squeezing until he could feel a nipple in his palm. He pulled down one side of the material and exposed one dusy pink nipple. He flicked it with his thumb and to his surprise a breathy moan escaped her lips. Her nipples were long and he ached to suck them. He pulled on the center of the bra and forcefully ripped it off her body freeing her massive tits. They bounced out and down and he immediately lifted one huge mound from underneath and brought it to his lips.
He sucked one long lucious nipple into his mouth and pressed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. She let out a strangled groan and he smiled.
"You are liking this aren't you."
She remained silent. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"Aren't you?" He yelled. "Answer me!"
"I can't help it. I love to have my tits sucked. I forgot how sensitive my nipples are." She said, looking ashamed.
"No need to be embarrassed. I'd prefer it if you enjoyed it while I shove my cock in you." He smiled sardonically. "Take off your pants."
When she didn't obey him he took them off for her, forcing them down her legs.
"Wear a skirt next time. I'd rather not have to do this much work before I fuck you."
He undressed himself at lightning speed, his huge cock bobbing in front of him. Quick as a flash, he pushed her down so she was lying on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge. He roughly spread her thighs and slid two fingers in her pussy.
"You are a little slut, aren't you? Wet already? Your pink pussy shaved just the way I like it. You get a lot of cock don't you?" He continued to ask unanswered questions and he slid his fingers in and out of her heat.
"Play time is over." He said.
He lunged his hips forward and buried his cock in her hot wet pussy. She yelled out at the feel of it which gave him a sense of pride and power. He shoved his cock in and out hard, liking the sound of their flesh slapping together. The more he thrusted the more he could hear the slurping sound her pussy made as it got even wetter. Every time he jammed himself to the hilt, he watched as her tits sway violently up and down.
"Harder." She whimpered.
He pulled out of her and grabbed her arms til she sat up.
"Get on your knees." He commanded.
She obeyed. He watched her in that position for a moment. Her tits hung down so low that they almost hit the counter. He shoved his cock in her pussy from behind and reached forward to grab hold of her tits as he fucked her. After a moment he released her tits and let them bounce freely. He could hear the clapping sound her titties made as they as they bounced from side to side and then collided.
She began to moan loud and he knew she was close to what would be an explosive orgasm. He began fucking her even harder watching her tits swing like pendelums. As she orgasmed, she screamed and he could feel her pussy juices flow over his cock.
He pulled out his still hard, dripping wet cock.
"I want you to ride my dick now, bitch."
He shoved her off the counter and lay down with his cock bobbing in the air.
"Get on my cock NOW!" He screamed.
She jumped up, breathing hard and straddled his waist. She slid easily on his dick and instantly started bouncing up and down.
This was his favorite position, as he was able to watch her fleshy tits flop around as she fucked him. She leaned down for a better angle, her tits now swinging in his face. He grabbed them both to still them and took turns sucking each nipple into his mouth. Every time he sucked on her tit, she'd fuck him faster. He finally felt like he was about to come so he stilled her hips and lifted her slightly off of him.
"Stroke my cock. Aim it at those nice tits of yours."
She did so until he came all over her tits. He watched as his cum dripped off her elongated nipples. He reached up and rubbed his cum into her tits until those massive melons looked all oiled up. She gasped and moaned while he kneaded her tits and tugged on her slippery nipples.
When he was finished he simply got dressed and walked out, leaving her there panting with satisfaction.
The next day when he returned to the restaurant as always he saw his big titted waitress. She was wearing a skirt, just like he asked her too. Sometimes having a big cock has it's perks.
A deep, hoarse voice, from a huge, dark man sitting in the passenger seat of a long, plain white panel van. He pointed at a building across the street from where the van was parked, idling quietly at the curb.
"Those two."
Sunday, a little after noon. Church was letting out; all the sweet, rich white people, all dressed up in their Sunday best suits and dresses, done with service and streaming out of the old, red-brick chapel, their scrubbed pink faces flushed with the love of the Lord; scrambling down the steps, anxious to be the first to get to the parking lot to leave to be early and get a good seat for Sunday
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brunch; or standing around in small groups, chatting happily with friends and acquaintances. Laughing children took the time to play, scampering to and fro, running from each other and hiding from old women wearing too much makeup trying to catch and kiss them.
The huge man nodded in the direction of two women stepping off the church steps. "Headin' ta th' Land Rover parked over'n the corner by the trees."
The other men in the van shifted in their seats to see. Nine heads swiveled: four shaved bald, one with a big, puffy 70's style afro, the others either short and nappy or dreaded-out. Ten altogther, counting the big man in the passenger seat. The vans' suspension creaked and groaned under their weight. The driver puffed on a joint and cracked his window for a better look at the women his partner was pointing out: a chunky carrot-top in her mid-to-late thirties, with huge jugs bouncing around in a tight black turtleneck, a white silk scarf tied around her shoulders. A big, round ass that was packed into a pair of shiny black slacks that looked painted on, tapering around her ankles. Feet wrapped in dark leather sandals. Wavy shoulder length hair pulled up and pinned at the back of her neck. The other woman was older by a couple of decades but looked similar in the face. The younger woman's mother, maybe. Probably. The driver grunted and nodded in appreciation. The older bitch still had it goin' on. Slim and graying, but with a nice rack filling out her white silk blouse; a tiny waist, nice hips and long, shapely legs sheathed under a tight, dark blue skirt with a slit up the back. Nylon stockings and high heels. Fuck me heels. A small, tasteful string of pearls hanging from her neck, matching earrings. Her ass swished as she walked.
, he thought. I'll give the bitch a motherfuckin' pearl necklace she'll never forget.
Yeah
"Yeah." The driver croaked, letting out the hit as the carrot-top pointed her keys and tweeped the sparkling gold Land Rover unlocked. "They'll do." He smiled, wickedly, flashing a mouthful of gold teeth. "Two for one. The man'll dig it."
"Sweet ride," grunted the brother with the 'fro, from the back. The nappy/dreadlocked brothers all nodded, whispering and giggling. Stoned. Excited with the hunt.
"Shi-i-it." Drawled the huge man. "Stupid rich bitches. This is like shoppin' for skeezers at Nordstroms."
The guy with the fro, chiming in: "Skeezers 'R Us."
More stoned giggling from the back of the van.
The big guy, bloodshot eyes wide and white against his black skin, peering out of the windshield at the gathering storm clouds on the horizon. "S'gonna rain."
"Yeah, big time." The driver took another hit, passed the joint across. "Supposed to be a thunderstorm comin'." He chuckled, sleepy-eyed. Dead stoned. "A big one. Good for us."
The men were quiet again. Went back to waiting. Toking out. Pot smoke drifted lazily out of the open window into the warm spring air. The Land Rover eased out of the parking lot and drove right by the van. The women looked like they were arguing. The driver smacked the the van into gear and pulled out into traffic, settling into the flow a couple cars behind the Rover.
"S'time, boys. Let's check the shit out."
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Here we are again, Rachel thought. Home sweet home. Except, it's not. Not anymore.
Rachel pulled into her parents' - her mom's - long driveway, and pressed the remote for the garage door just as the first big, fat raindrops began splatting down on the 'Rovers' windshield. Rachel drove towards the house without speaking. The sky had turned a dark gray under the cloud cover. Her parents - mom's - house, the home she'd grown up in, that had always felt so bright and cheerful and alive loomed ahead like a dead thing. To Rachel's eye, it looked empty and forlorn. The garage door opened and she eased inside, parked, and turned off the ignition. Took a deep breath and sat still. Her mom unsnapped her seat-belt and glanced over at her. Outside, thunder boomed, not far off. Rachel peered at the rear-view mirror. Behind them, rain started pouring down, flooding the street, sluicing off the open garage door in torrents and streaming into the garage. Beating down on an old, white van that stopped and parked under the tall fir trees across the street. In seconds it was so dark and raining so hard she could barely see the van.
Weather matches my mood, she thought.
"Thanks for coming to church with me today," said Brenda. "You didn't have to."
Rachel turned her attention away from the rain. Bit her lip, nodded. "I know mom. I wanted to."
Brenda took a deep breath, twisted slightly towards Rachel. "Sweetie, I'm okay. Really." She sat quietly, calmly. Hands clasped in her lap, watching her daughter carefully. "You know, you don't have to stay."
"Mom..."
Brenda hurried on, the words coming in a rush. Cutting Rachel off. "I'm glad you and your brother were able to be here for your father's funeral. But its been two weeks. Kyle's already gone back to Denver. You've got your family waiting for you at home. They need you. And...I think I'm ready to be alone for a while." At Rachel's frown of concern, Brenda tried a smile. "Look, why don't you stay the night. We'll make dinner, maybe rent a movie. But tomorrow you're going home."
Rachel tried again. "Mom, I don't mind..."
Brenda shook her head. Firmly. "No. That's that. I appreciate everything, sweetheart. Really. I'm glad we were able to go through this together. But tomorrow you go back to your own life, and I'll go on with mine." She smiled to take the edge off her words. Patted her daughter's knee. Shifted in the leather seat and opened the door. "Now, I think I want to go lie down for a bit."
Rachel barely heard the splash of her mother's feet hitting the flood of water as Brenda stepped out of the car. She watched her mom disarm the alarm system, open the door to the house and disappear inside. She took another deep, defiant breath, finally let it out in a whoosh.
"Shit." She said, out-loud, to no one. "Fine."
Frowning, Rachel grabbed her keys and her bag. Opened her door. Followed her mom up the short set of steps to the house, annoyed by the soft swish-swish of her pant legs rubbing together. Been gaining a lot of weight lately, time to hit the gym again. Or stop with the late night ice cream sessions. She locked the car with the remote and whacked the button on the wall, activating the closing mechanism for the garage, then stepped inside the house, shutting out the sound of the storm. She didn't notice the doors to the van open and the swarm of men in ski-masks moving quickly across the street towards the house, or the masked man in dark coveralls, slipping under the closing door into the garage behind her; didn't hear him over the boom of the thunder and the pounding rain. She stepped into the kitchen and shut the door, concern for her mother distracting her.
So she didn't see the man creep up on the steps after her. Didn't see the big, scarred hand that pressed the button on the wall.
Didn't hear the sound of the garage door, ratcheting open again.
***
The driver drove with traffic, carefully, keeping far enough back to not be spotted, close enough not to lose sight of the gold SUV. Traffic cleared and he pulled up behind them, just for a second. Checked the bitches body language through the hatchback window. Looked like they'd stopped fighting, stopped talking altogether. Outside, the storm was brewing, heavy gray clouds turning darker and darker overhead. Lightning was already striking on the horizon, to the south. The Rover signaled and turned north, heading onto the freeway. Took the off-ramp cutting east, towards the lakefront.
In the back, Afro-boy noticed where they were headed, and whistled. "Shit, man. Houses out here be 'spensive like a motherfuck. Ain't no way nobody not gonna notice us, ten brothers hangin' in a mu'fuckin' van."
"Don't worry, bitch. Already thought 'bout it." The man-mountain in the passenger seat leaned over, rooted around on the floor under his seat. Came back up with two magnet signs, advertising a local cable company. Stolen off a cable truck a couple days ago. Flashed them at the guys in the back, who snorted with muffled laughter. Rolled his window down and slapped one on the door panel. Made sure it was right-side up, then handed the extra sign to the driver. Took the wheel as he did the same. "There. Nobody gonna think twice about us bein' parked on some street, or in those bitches driveway. Know what I'm sayin'?"
Afro-boy nodded, impressed.
Man-mountain and the driver glanced at each other, rolled their eyes. The driver went back to driving, thinking about the surveillance pictures the man-mountain had taken of the bitches' house, the whole bitches' neighborhood. Big, expansive, private lots. Houses set way back from the street. Amazingly, no security.
A nice, quiet place for nice, rich folks to live, in their nice, expensive, secluded homes.
He grinned, showing his rotting teeth. Glanced at them in the rearview mirror and almost laughed out loud. Just a few more runs with payoffs like this one would have, he'd get his shit taken care of, just like his partner: shit capped in gold.
***
Rachel flipped on the kitchen light, dropped her purse and keys on the counter by the espresso machine she and Steve had bought her parents last Christmas, when they'd been on their coffee kick. Before her father had gotten sick. Rachel frowned and looked around at the familiar clutter. Brenda had already disappeared. She faintly heard the soft sounds of a body getting comfortable on a bed, coming from the master bedroom, just past the family room, down at the end of the hall. A flash of lightning lit the windows, illuminating the sheet of water pouring down, obscuring the backyard. The storm was getting closer, almost on top of them. Rachel opened a cupboard, pulled out a long-stemmed glass. Found an open bottle of wine in the fridge. Poured herself half a glass of the cool, amber liquid. Drank it down, poured another. Carried the glass and the bottle into the family room. Set them both on the coffee table and collapsed onto the sofa. Took another sip. Put her feet up on the table, pressed her knuckles into her eyes and ground her head back into the cushions. Groaned and stretched, feeling the wine already numbing her system. She bend backwards into the cushions, arching her spine until it cracked.
God, that feels good.
Lightning. A big, bright flash. Out went the lights. Barely one o'clock in the afternoon, and the house was pitch dark inside.
"Shit." Rachel huffed. She rolled her eyes in irritation, let her arms plop onto the couch. Stared up into the dark, towards the ceiling. Where the ceiling should be, anyway, since it was too freakin' dark to see it now. "Shit shit shit."
She sighed, frowning, and waited for the lights to come back on, her eyes wide open. Staring up at nothing but dark space.
Another flash, immediately followed by a boom of thunder that shook the house.
Rachel screamed. A pair of big, strong hands clamped hard over her mouth, cutting off her screech. She tried to push the hands away, but more hands found her wrists, pinned them to the top of the couch. She panicked, fighting. Kicked out and knocked the coffee table over with a crash.
A deep voice, whispering, "Dammit, get her! Hold the bitch down!"
She heard the crunch of glass as something big and heavy fell on her, knocking the wind out of her. She grunted and kicked. More hands, wrapping around her ankles.
"Got her!"
"Flip her over and hold her so I can get the ring in her mouth before the cunt bites me."
Rachel fought, kicking and squirming and gnashing at the hand covering her face, but she had no chance, one against the five men holding her squirming body.
"Dammit! Hold her down! Yeah...now get her head up and open her mouth. If she bites, I'll kill one of you motherfuckers."
More lighting now. One crashing burst after another, like an awful strobe light. Rachel got insane, distorted images of her attackers with each of the flashes. She knew - knew - what was going to happen to her. Without a doubt. Knew she going to be raped. Was maybe even as good as dead. She thought of her mother, asleep in the other room. Had she heard the men? Had she called the police, or were the phones dead, like the lights?
She fought with all her strength. Screamed into the hand covering her mouth. Kicked. Felt her sandaled foot strike something soft and yielding. Heard a grunt of pain, got a small twinge of satisfaction.
"Fuck!" Someone muttered. "Bitch kicked me!"
The hand left Rachel's mouth for a second, and she was backhanded across the face. Her lip split and blood seeped into her mouth. Stunned, she was easily rolled over, forced to kneel on the couch, her butt up in the air. Arms circled her waist. Another flash of lightning lit the room. Strong hands tangled in her hair, jerking her head up. The man holding her waist twisted her scarf, knotting it tight around her throat, and yanked, cutting off her oxygen. A hand slipped down her belly, under the waistband of her pants. Probed at her crotch. Someone dry-humped her ass. The men laughed and grunted. Thick fingers jabbed deep into her nostrils and pulled up. Flesh tore. A blast of pain made her eyes water. More fingers, prying her jaw open. She gagged and moaned as something hard and rubbery was shoved into her bloody mouth. Wiggled into place, bracing her jaws wide open.
"There...just like that...there. Got it."
"God-damn, man. She's got a big fuckin' ass."
The man choking her slapped her ass, making her grunt. He twisted the scarf tighter, the edges of the material biting into her straining neck. She moaned feebly. Rachel's eyes rolled up into her head as a deeper blackness began to take hold.
"Shit man! Don't kill her - let up on that a little! I ain't fuckin' no dead bitch, an' she ain't worth anything..."
"Fuck man, I ain't gonna..."
"Shut the fuck up! You know the rules. Man won't take 'em if we hurt 'em too much. Just get her pants off so we can have some fun."
The pressure around her neck eased. A little. The fingers ripped out of her nostrils. The men didn't bother taking off her clothes. They just wanted them out of their way. Easier to just rip everything apart, and took less time then removing them piece by piece. Actually made some of the guys hornier than if she was full-blown naked anyway. Her turtleneck was yanked up over her chest, around her armpits. Fingernails scratched at her heavy, swaying breasts, tugging the cups of her bra until they stuck under her tits. Her thin leather belt was undone, the snap to her pants torn open. She heard the rip of the zipper, felt the pressure ease off her backside as the pants were pulled over her butt and down her quivering thighs. They were left bunched around her calves, good as tying her legs with a rope.
"Ahhh, shit - look at that ass..." The man behind her sighed. Her panties were pulled away from her butt; Rachel heard the material tear, felt cool air on her skin.
The huge man in front of Rachel unzipped, reached into his coveralls and pulled out a thick, meaty black cock. He smacked it against her forehead, rubbed it on her cheeks. The mask he wore hid his upper face, but the bottom was cut away. He smiled, revealing rotting, pitted teeth. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her head in place and pushed the tip of his massive, flaccid dick into her pried-open mouth.
"Time to fuck, bitch," he growled, and shoved with his hips.
Rachel's jaw popped. She gagged as his cock was forced down her throat; smelled old sweat and smoke and rancid, foul body odor. Behind her, something big and hard was rubbing the crack of her ass, probing, poking at her dry cunt. Rough hands squeezed her tits, fingers pinched her sensitive nipples. The men around her joked and laughed, kept up running comments on her body.
Helpless, Rachel began to cry.
***
It was Rachel's scream that woke Brenda. Amazingly, she'd dozed off quickly, exhausted from lack of sleep. The last months had been hard. She'd taken care of her husband while he wasted away, until she just couldn't do it anymore. Then she'd spent the last few weeks living at the hospice. Her kids had come, and tried to help. They meant well, she knew. Especially Rachel. But now...now that everything was over...
Brenda just wanted to rest.
She walked into the empty house and followed the familiar route to her bedroom without even thinking. Didn't turn a light on until she'd flopped, fully dressed, onto her bed. Then she switched on the small light that sat on her nightstand. Lightning flashed outside, and the light blinked off.
Brenda sighed. Knew the power was out. That was fine. She'd flip the circuit breaker after a nap. Or Rachel could. That's what she was here for, wasn't she? To help? Brenda sighed and rolled over, digging into her covers, and listened to the rain patter against her windows. Let the steady, quiet rhythm lull her to sleep...
And then the scream.
Brenda snapped awake, sat up in a rush, her head feeling thick and groggy. Had she been dreaming? Was that really a scream? Then her motherly instincts kicked in, recognized the voice.
Rachel.
Realized the lights were out.
.
She must've hurt herself
Brenda rolled over, stood up. Absently patted her hair as she opened the bedroom door.
"Rachel? Sweetie? You okay?"
Brenda froze, staring at the mountain of a man standing in front of her. Over the crash of thunder, she heard the vague sounds of a struggle down the hall. Realized what was happening in an instant. Her eyes popped open, took a breath, but didn't get a chance to scream. A hand the size of a small ham clamped around her throat, and she was pushed back into her room and onto her bed, carried half off the floor like she weighed no more than a child.
"Find some pantyhose and tie her down," the man-mountain rasped.
He forced himself between her flailing legs. Lay on top of her. Crushed her with his body. Spittle ran from his mouth, dripped on her face as she gasped for breath. Lightning lit the room, one continuous flash after another, followed by deafening booms of thunder. Brenda's arms were yanked at right angles over her head, pinned to the bed. Masked men in coveralls unceremoniously pulled out her dresser drawers, spilling the contents, tossing her clothes until they found her underwear, her lingerie. One of the men found a pair of silk stockings, held them up for inspection.
The man-mountain nodded. "Yeah. Perfect." The silken hose was tied to the headboard and a post at the end of the bed, then to each of Brenda's wrists.
"Get me a ring and open her mouth..."
"No-o-oooo..." She moaned around the hand clamped tight over her face.
Her high heels scuffed the floor. She lost a shoe as she kicked and bucked under the man crushing the breath from her. Fingers pinched her nose. The man-mountain let go of her neck, let go of her face, and Brenda gasped for breath, opening her mouth wide. His hand quickly pressed down and pulled at her chin. Fingers pushed past her lips and pried open her mouth even further. Someone forced something hard and rubbery in past her teeth. She bit down hard, but the rubbery thing kept her from inflicting any damage. Got a bruising punch in the kidney for her trouble. Brenda's eyes flew open and her knees came up with the burst of pain, locking around the man-mountain's waist. He wiggled the rubber ring, wedging it in tight. The thing covered her teeth, left her mouth open in a wide, vulnerable circle.
The man tying her finished. The man-mountain laughed down at her. Mocking. "Old bitch still got teeth." Brenda felt the silk stockings bite into her wrists, felt her fingers go numb.
"Not anymore." The man that tied her climbed onto the bed, kneeling right above her head. Unzipped his fly. He leered down at her, his bloodshot eyes partially hidden behind his mask. "Wanna see what I got for you, you old fuckin' cunt?"
He pulled his cock out, let it flop on her face. His meat was warm and heavy; big enough that it covered her face from the top of her head to her jaw. Brenda squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, back and forth, moaning. His cock flopped off onto the bed, twitched like a dying fish.
The huge man on top of her grunted. "Spread her legs."
Two men behind him grabbed her ankles, yanked her legs wide.
"Let's see some titty."
The man on top of her eased off, then ripped open her blouse. Lighting flashed, pulsing like a strobelight, making everything move like a slow motion nightmare. Big, rough hands moved over her body; played with her tits, rucked her skirt up around her hips. Suddenly able to breath again, Brenda screamed. The men laughed. A hole was torn in the crotch of her stockings, from front to back. The seam of her panties was pulled out and ripped in half. Brenda heard more zippers open. Saw more big cocks point her way. Big hands circled her waist, pinning her hips in place, down on the bed. The man-mountain spit on his hand, reached down and pushed a wet finger into her snatch.
She screamed again, wiggled. Tried in vain to avoid the cock slapping her face. Tried in vain to kick, break her legs away from the men holding them. Screamed as the finger slipped into her, knuckle by thick knuckle, finger-fucking her. Screamed as someone took her by a throbbing wrist and pried her fingers open, forced her to cup and stroke another long, thick, limp dick.
Annoyed, the man-mountain looked up at the guy cock-slapping Brenda's face. "Shut th' bitch up, man. Damn! Quit playin' with it and stick that shit down her fuckin' throat."
"Heh." The cock-slapper laughed, shifted his hips so his ass was directly above Brenda's face. He bent and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back into the mattress, turning her face straight up. He levered the tip of his cock into her gaping mouth, eased it inside. Brenda gagged and her entire body quivered as the hot, sweaty meat slipped in, inch by inch. She tried to bite down but the rubber-ring only compressed enough to make her jaw hurt. He ignored her, didn't stop, pushing and thrusting deep into the back of her neck, until her eyes were bugging from the pain and her stomach was heaving. Bile and spit burped up around the sides of his shaft, lubricating him, making it easier to force himself down her constricting throat, until finally his balls rested lightly on her forehead, his curly black pubic hair poking her eyes.
"Ahh, yeah..." he sighed.
Then he started to bounce, slowly. Up and down. Never moving his cock more than a few inches, keeping it buried.
The man-mountain pulled his finger out of Brenda's twat with a wet pop. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, a foot-long mass of hard, black flesh and throbbing veins. He pressed it against her pussy lips. Rubbed. His cock getting longer, harder. Getting lubed up. He groaned with pleasure, grabbed his dick in hand and jabbed the tip into her pussy. Ripped into her. Brenda screamed with the last of her breath, the sound like a feeble croak around the dick fucking her face, and her body spasmed. The man-mountain laughed and caught her around the waist with his hands, pushed with his legs and ass, letting his weight drive him forward, deeper into her, until his dick was rammed tight into her cunt. He unbuttoned the top of his coveralls and slipped them over his shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Exposing his naked, hairy chest. He let himself fall on top of her, enjoyed the feel of her silk shirt bunched against his skin. He grabbed her breasts, snapping one satin strap off at the seam, where the strap met the white, lacy material of the cup; and engulfed a rubbery pink nipple in his thick, slobbery lips. She squealed with pain as he chomped down on her tit and wiggled under him, exciting him. He grinned at her pained face, tearing at her nipple, his gold teeth gleaming in the flashes of light.
"Awright bitch." Whispered into her ear as his partner slow-fucked her in the throat. "Time to split your shit in half."
He slowly eased his hips back, pulling gently out of her snatch.
He grinned. Squeezed her tits, holding them tight, bracing his huge, flabby arms straight, using her breasts for leverage. Crushing away what little breath she was able to draw from her blocked throat. Held her down, and slammed all twelve inches back into her cunt, as hard as he could.
Brenda felt something inside her tear. Pain shot through her abdomen. She whimpered and thrashed against her silken binds, scissoring her legs and kicking out as the man-mountain chewed her tits and fucked her, hard and fast. Pain, like she'd never known, not even when she'd delivered her babies. At least then she'd been drugged, the pain numbed. Sweat began dripping off the cock-slapper's balls, off his ass, onto her face. Her chest and belly grew slippery with the man-mountain's sweat and slobber as he licked and bit at her tits. Blood oozed from her torn pussy, smearing the inside of her legs and her crotch, staining her torn panties and nylons. One of the man holding her ankles pressed the heel of her stockinged foot against his throbbing member. Ground his crotch against the silky material. Then the man-mountain grunted like a bull and jerked hard. Started pounding her, his belly smothering her, grinding his fat ass in a hard, desperate circle.
Barely a minute, and the rapist was ready for his release.
More than. He'd been waiting for this bitch, waiting to fuck this pussy for days, until his balls were swollen and heavy and sore. He'd caught his first glimpse of her as she was leaving a funeral, along with the other bitch in the living room. Did his homework. Followed them home, tailed them for weeks. Told his partners, who already had a man set up to buy her, and her daughter, too. Half the money had already been transferred, getting everything in motion. Which is why he and the boys had been waiting that morning. Followed the bitches to breakfast, then to church.
As soon as he saw the old bitch at the funeral, he wanted her. Would'a probably come for her even if they hadn't found a buyer. And today - when he saw her walking down those church steps, with her skirt swishing around her knees, saw the shadow of her lacy bra through her blouse - man, he wanted her like F'n crazy. Had enough with the blue-balls. He needed to fuck.
Now he had her.
And he was ready to fill her with a big fucking load of hot, white cum.
The veins in his neck stood out like cords as he fucked her and he bellowed as he came, squeezing Brenda's breasts so hard she thought he was going to tear them off. The pain from his massive cock ripping and tearing in her suddenly eased. He pumped into her again and again with short, hard thrusts, shooting her full of hot cum; the thick jets of warm semen burned like salt for a moment, then soothed her torn insides. She felt the cum ooze and drip out of her twat and down the crack of her ass. His arms trembled and he collapsed onto her belly. Brenda felt his cock slowly wither and go limp inside her.
Then he shoved violently away and stepped away from the bed. The next man in line, the one who had been jacking off with her foot, stepped between her legs to take his turn. Brenda groaned as his cock slipped into her, painfully filling her again.
Tears leaked from her eyes, blending with the sweat from the man face-fucking her. He was breathing hard now, his thrusts coming faster. His cock was hot and throbbing, felt like it was on fire in her mouth. He turned, levering a leg over her chest, and kneeled over her neck. Grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her head forward. Sharp pain shot down her spine and the coarse denim of his coveralls scraped her bruised lips as he rammed his cock faster and faster. It swelled in her mouth, cutting off her air again. He tore at her hair, slamming her head forward to meet each thrust. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and came, just as the new man started fucking her pussy. He held her face against his hairy crotch, his orgasm shooting a long stream of hot, salty cum down Brenda's throat.
Outside, the storm kept raging. No one in the house even noticed when it passed.
***
Rachel lay face down, spread-eagled on the bed, on top of her mother. Arms and legs tied tight, her clothes now mostly gone except for her bra and her scarf, which the man fucking her ass had wrapped around her face, using it like a horse bridle. The men had been there, in the house, raping them over and over, for hours. Seemed even longer, like days. Except for the pain, Rachel found that she almost no longer cared about the rape. The men had all taken their turn, using each of them as they wanted. Ate food from the refrigerator. Drank her mothers wine. Got stoned. Slept. Fucked them some more. She'd been raped on the couch off-and-on until the old grandfather clock on the wall said it was past eight in the evening. If no one was using her, she was tied like a pig about to be slaughtered, with her hands bound tightly to her ankles, and then gagged until the next round or rapes began.
It was rare that she'd been left alone for long.
They'd dragged her into her mother's room, bruised and beaten, not long after ten that night. The men let them both use the toilet, then tied them down to the bed good and tight. Her mother was spread-eagled across the middle of the bed, flat on her back, feet almost touching the floor. Rachel on top, facing her. The men had strapped a big, black dildo around her waist, and forced her to use it to fuck her mother while they took turns raping her in the ass. Rachel watched Brenda's tears run down the side of her face, tried desperately to ignore the warm touch of Brenda's flesh against hers. The men dug around in the closets, found her mother's cameras. Laughed and took pictures, videotaped everything. Played the rapes over on the television while they taped more.
Eventually they finished. Showered, pulled back on their coveralls as the first hint of sunlight filtered through the pulled window blinds. Rachel listened as they spoke, tried to make sense of what was going to happen next.
The man with the gold teeth stepped to the edge of the bed, grinning. Held up a syringe. Squirted liquid from the wicked, gleaming needle.
Brenda silently closed her eyes. Rachel jerked frantically above her, again trying to pull her wrists free, to fight.
The rest of the men crowded around. Strong hands and the silk bonds held them still, no matter how hard they struggled.
The man grinned. "Time to go to sleep..."
Pantyhose twisted around Rachel's forearm, at the crook of her elbow. A hand smacked her arm. Veins popped out. Rachel felt the bite of the needle and began to weep uncontrollably. Felt the rush of warmth as the drug flooded her system. Faintly heard her mother gasp around her gag as she was stuck as well. The needle was yanked away, and a small trail of blood dripped from the wound.
The room began to spin. Grew hazy. Rachel felt her eyes droop, the lids too heavy to keep open.
Then she felt very little at all, for a very long time.
***
Unconscious, Rachel and Brenda were stripped completely naked, bagged and tied. The driver backed the van into an empty bay in the garage. The women were carried out and dumped unceremoniously on the cold steel flooring, covered with old blankets. The men took what they wanted from the house, scavenged the cash and cards from the purses on the counter. Loaded up as much as they could, and piled back in themselves, except for the man-mountain. He pounded the drivers' door as the van pulled out of the driveway, headed back to the abandoned warehouse where they'd unload the packages for transport and get all the stolen shit ready to fence.
He jingled the keys to the Rover, opened the door. Turned on the ignition, eased the seat back and settled in for the drive to the hack-shop, running calculations in his head. Figuring the two bitches, all the shit to hock, and the Rover... It was a nice haul. Better than he expected. He figured they should clear maybe a mil, mil-and-a-half on this job, easy.
Once paid, everything sold, he'd divvy up the cash. Then they'd all go their separate ways for a while, lay low again until the next order came in.
Or somebody caught his fancy again.
***
Brenda woke, sleepy-eyed but clear-headed, for the first time in... how long? Days? Weeks? She wasn't sure.
She tried to sit up. Made it about half-way before something stopped her. A small burst of pain in her belly. A jingle of chains. For a second, she thought she was still at home, tied to her bed. She looked around, realized she was still tied up in a bed, but not her bed. Or her room.
Wasn't in her house at all.
It was warm, even though Brenda could hear the buzz of air-conditioning, feel cool air blowing from an overhead vent. She glanced around. The mattress was comfortable, covered with a cool, white satin sheet. Thin gold chains around her wrists and ankles tied her to a solid iron bed frame. The room was small with a high ceiling, brightly lit. Video cameras mounted high in each corner, LED lights glowing red. Other than the cameras, the room contained nothing but the bed she was chained to. One doorway on her right, a few feet away, covered with a transparent silk hanging. Brenda herself felt clean, smelled a subtle, flowery perfume. Dressed - if you could call it that - head to foot in pure white silk and lace, with lots of skin still showing.
She shifted on the bed, her silk lingerie whispering against the satin sheet. Brenda was horrified to discover she felt slightly... aroused. Felt kind of... tingly. All over.
Felt wet. Down there.
Brenda pulled on her chains, yanking hard on the slim bands of gold. Heard something over the jangle of chains against the iron bed frame.
Then she froze.
Voices, from out of the room, getting closer. A hand, sweeping back the curtain in the doorway. A man and a young boy stepped into the room, both dark-skinned, the man with a thick, black goatee covering his chin. Both dressed in... robes? Arabic? They stared at her blankly, like she was just another piece of furniture, the man speaking to the boy in another language. Foreign. Pointing, jabbing his finger at Brenda's tits, at her crotch. The boy listened intently, his small, round face slightly flushed.
Brenda tried to speak, couldn't. Her mouth was still propped wide open. Only managed a series of weak grunts. The man slapped her across the face, violently knocking her head to the side. He raised his fist again, shook it at Brenda. She understood immediately, gulped spittle and blood, shook her head, wide-eyed. Kept quiet. Didn't want to get hit again. The man turned his attention to the boy, spoke something, rapid-fire. Then he turned on his heel and stomped out of the room.
The sound of his footsteps died away. Brenda turned her eyes on the boy, pleading. He stared back. She glanced quickly at the open doorway, but the man appeared to be gone. She tried to catch the boys' eye, looked from him up to her chained wrist. Again. Imploring him with her tears.
The boy broke into a wicked grin and hit her; pounded her in the stomach full-on, with a closed fist, putting all the strength of his small body into the blow. Shouted at her as she gasped for breath and tried to curl up in a protective ball. The chains held her in place while her body convulsed, flopping around on the bed. Eventually, the pain ebbed.
Fresh tears dripped down Brenda's cheeks.
A burst of scolding from the boy. Wagging his finger at her. Then he stripped. Let his robes drop to the floor. Naked, hairless except for the dark black mop on his head, he climbed on top of her, between her splayed legs, his small, brown cock sticking straight out over her belly. His little hands grabbed at her tits. Squeezed until she screamed - an animal sound, pouring out of her until she was hoarse. He laughed, his voice high like a girls, and lay on top of her. He weighed almost nothing. Brenda felt his little cock poking and probing, felt it slip inside her.
When her body responded to him almost immediately, she gasped. He pulled the cups of her lace bra down over her breasts. His little teeth found her nipple, bit hard, drawing blood. Pain shot through her, bringing shivers of pleasure; pleasure that in turn caused fresh tears of shame and humiliation. Brenda's back arched as he entered her, pushing her breast hard against his mouth; without conscious thought her legs spread wider for him, scissored against his sides, his buttocks.
This can't be happening, she thought. The boy grinned, staring at her with her brown nipple caught in his white little teeth, stretching it... Fucking her. Pumping her with his little cock.
Another flash of pleasure, blinding her senses until all she could hear was the soft sound of her low moans of passion over a child's sweet laughter; followed by a warm explosion in her crotch, and a flood of moisture that trickled out of her body...
***
At the other side of the hall, in his private rooms, the boy's father was sitting in front of a series of color video monitors, watching as his son punished his new toy, a small gift for his birthday, a tiny pittance spent to celebrate his son's first day of manhood; then watched happily as he fucked the woman. Watched as the drugs the woman had been injected with took hold. Watched her respond to his son, clamping her stocking-clad legs around his slim body.
Smiled the smile of a proud man. He himself had picked out the woman's clothes, the finest in the Western world's lingerie: the lace brassiere, the garter belt, the silk stockings. Her jewelry. He prepared her himself. Just like his father had for him. He remembered his first time, his first toy. Remembered his own father's pride as he slowly, methodically broke the woman to his will.
That seemed such a long time ago now.
Once he was certain nothing was amiss, the man turned from the rows of streaming video, camera angles flickering from room to room throughout the mansion, the entire property, and let his son have his private moment. He stood and stepped into his own room, stripping off his robes as he moved. Tossed them aside and stood naked, admiring the thick curves of the woman in front of him, gagged and tied face down on the torturers' rack. Ready to be taken. His manhood stood out from his body, hard and thick. Pulsing with need. From a shelf overflowing with his favorite tools, he selected a small, supple riding crop.
Rachel saw him in front of her. Whimpered. He yanked her head up by her hair so her face was level with his cock, grinned down at her. His eyes were alive, dancing with evil lust. Her body was already covered with bloody welts. His son's work.
Teaching. Always teaching.
He showed her the riding crop. Brought it down hard, cracking it across her shoulders.
Rachel screamed into her gag. Her body quivered with pain from the new gash as fresh blood flowed. The man moved behind her, fingered her pussy. She was wet. Hot. He knew that she would be: the new sex drug was working perfectly. He liked them better this way: begging, crying, in pain; always in pain, but unable to control the responses of their bodies to the administration of the pain.
The man ran the tip of the crop lightly down the side of her naked, sweaty flank. She flinched, trying to slip away from the probing leather. He grabbed his cock, stroking himself, rubbing her pussy. Slipped snugly inside her soft, wet folds. She was a perfect fit.
"You are mine now, woman." He raised the crop again, and smiled.
           Vanessa was fifteen, in grade ten, attended a co-ed private school and was more developed than most girls her age. She had a voluptuous curvy figure, 36D breasts and a firm, well-rounded ass. She was of average height, so her over-abundant figure was emphasized more so than it would have been had she been tall. Now, she might have been relatively ignored had she just had a body to die for but she was gorgeous too. She had long, wavy blonde hair
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, full cupid-bow lips that pouted naturally and, in a startling contrast, rich chocolate brown eyes that had a cat-like tilt to them. This guaranteed that every inch of her was noticed by every male in school and every one of them, from the smallest grade-eight student to the oldest male staff member, fantasized about fucking her.
           Today was Friday, which meant cheerleading practice for Vanessa. The team had practiced hard and after it was over most of the girls went straight home, a couple had quick showers and then went home but Vanessa had a nice long, hot shower. Normally she would have gone straight home as well, since she only lived two blocks away but things hadn’t been great at home for a couple of weeks. Her parents were always fighting and her older sister had started to spend all her time, day and night, at her boyfriend’s to escape it while their older brother had moved out because he couldn’t deal with it and his university workload too. This left Vanessa with nothing, she was popular and could spend her time with her friends and such but she didn’t like to talk about such things with them when they all had such perfect homes and would be scandalized that her parents were talking about divorce! As popular as she was she didn’t have a boyfriend...not because she hadn’t been asked more times than she could count but because she wasn’t allowed to date until she was 18 and, despite everything, she listened to her parents.ÂÂ
             It was five o’clock by the time she shut off the shower.  Vanessa sighed and toweled herself off before getting out. She redressed in her school uniform, the typical white long-sleeved blouse, plaid skirt that came to mid-thigh, knee socks and flat black dress shoes. There was a jacket too but she stuffed it into her bag as it was a warm May day. Slinging her backpack onto her shoulder she left the girl’s locker room and headed for the exit near the gymnasium that led out into the fields. Just as she reached the exit the senior football team came in (about 15 guys) from the fields, grass-stained and sweaty, with their coach and the boy’s gym teacher bringing up the rear. “Well, well, look what we have here, guys,†one of them called out. Immediately all eyes went to Vanessa. “Ooh, if it isn’t little miss goody-too shoes tease herself,†called another guy. Vanessa smiled weakly and backed up a little, their sneering tones setting a dozen warning signals off inside her mind.
           The guys started to advance on her and she backed up faster, wanting to turn and run but afraid to turn her back on the group of lustful and hostile males. Her back hit the concrete wall halting her but the guys stopped too as the coach and the gym teacher came forward. Thank God, Vanessa thought, I’m saved! She didn’t know the coach’s name but she knew the gym teacher’s even if she didn’t really know him. “Mr. Jenner, I don’t know what these guys are playing at but please make them stop!â€Â Mr. Jenner looked at her and then looked at the football team thoughtfully. He turned back to her, a wicked gleam lighting his blue eyes, “Well, Miss Seaton, there are quite a few of them; I don’t think I could possibly stop them if they really wanted to continue what they were thinking of doing.â€Â Vanessa’s eyes widened in horror and glanced at the coach, seeking another ally but he just stared back with a look of smug satisfaction on his face. The team took Mr. Jenner’s words for what they were: consent so long as he could participate too. ÂÂ
           The team grinned and began to advance on her again, Vanessa slid around the corner of the wall she was against and started running and screaming. “Help! Help me, somebody!â€Â But no one came and she knew that it must be about five thirty by now and the school was utterly empty except for her and the football team. She heard the thunder of the team’s footfalls as they ran after her and she tried to run faster but as she reached the main hall she slipped in her uniform dress shoes on the freshly mopped floor and fell. She started to get up, frantic with fear now, when the captain of the team picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She began screaming and crying, beating his back with her fists and kicking with her legs, knowing deep down that it was futile. “Please,†she sobbed, “don’t do this!â€Â He laughed, as did the rest of the team, and slapped her hard on the ass.ÂÂ
           They carried her into an empty classroom nearby and cleared off the teacher’s desk and laid her on top of it, positioning her so that her head hung over the edge. “Please! Why are you doing this to me?â€Â “Because you’re the hottest girl in school and yet you refuse every guy who asks you out. In short, you’re a tease!â€Â Vanessa cried harder, “I’m not allowed to date until I’m eighteen! It’s not because I’m a tease,†she explained desperately. The captain snorted, “That may be but girls like you don’t usually obey their parents!â€Â Vanessa gave up trying to reason with them and began thrashing around, trying to escape. She might as well have saved her strength because as soon as she started hands seized her arms and held them tight above her head then they grabbed her legs and pulled them wide open. Suddenly she felt her shirt ripped open, heard the popping of the buttons as they flew off in every direction. She wanted desperately to cover herself but with her hands held tight above her she knew there was no point in even trying.ÂÂ
She heard a drawer open and saw the captain holding up a pair of scissors and lifted her head to watch as he lowered them and slipped them over the piece of bra in between her breasts. He cut it and pushed the bra cups off her breasts, she felt her nipples tighten as the cool air hit them. Even though she knew they must know that her nipples only tightened because of the cold air on them she flushed as the captain sneered, “Oh, so you like this do you, tease?â€Â She shook her head frantically but he wasn’t looking, he had moved away and she felt a hand on each breast as two guys on the team squeezed and fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She gave a soft moan of pain and humiliation, which they took for enjoyment, and let her head fall back so that she couldn’t watch. No sooner had she done this when she felt the cool metal of the scissors on her left thigh and abdomen as they cut one side of the waist of her panties then the other side. She felt the captain pull down the cut piece of panties and then pulled them out from under her, leaving her pussy bare and exposed.
“Warm her up for me, Dave,†ordered the captain. “Sure thing, Luke,†said Dave. Vanessa could hear clothes being taken off and she figured that Luke must be undressing. Then she felt fingers spread her slit and rub her clit. Vanessa squirmed as much as possible, “Please, no,†she cried out. Dave stopped and she thought, for one hopeful second, that they were at last going to come to their senses and stop but she felt two fingers plunge into her pussy and she cried out, she was extremely tight and very dry and so even two fingers caused her pain, especially since she was terrified. As Dave finger fucked her pussy she listened as Luke the captain gave out more orders. “Neil, take Aaron, Mike, Roy, Harry and Jake and bring six buckets of cold water back here. Kyle, you go and get your camera from the video production classroom and Paul, I need you to get your camera from the photography classroom. The rest of you, start undressing.â€Â There was a rush of sound as the eight guys left to do their captain’s bidding and the rest undressed, football uniforms flying everywhere in their haste to get naked.ÂÂ
“How is she, Dave,†asked the captain. “Very tight, Luke, definitely a pussy virgin, so it goes without saying that she’d be an anal virgin too.â€Â “Excellent.† Luke walked over to Vanessa and stopped at her head, looking down at her he asked, “Is this your first time for everything?  Have you even been kissed before?â€Â She could do nothing except shake her head. “Better check her ass too, Dave, she might be lying,†Luke suggested. As one, the guys holding her flipped her over. On her stomach now, her breasts pressing into the desk, her eyes widened in horror as she felt Dave spread her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole. She tensed as she felt his finger rubbing his spit around, moistening the entrance. Dave inserted his finger quickly and Vanessa gave a sharp gasp of pain. “Yep, she’s an anal virgin too, Luke,†he said as he started to finger fuck her ass. “Great, we’ll have a lot of fun loosening her up then.â€Â With that, Luke grabbed her hair on the top of her head and jerked her head up.
Her jaw dropped open in shock as she looked at a cock for the first time in her life. It looked quite big to her, she had no idea it was only a little above average size at 7†long, 2†thick. Luke took her moment of surprise to shove his cock into her mouth. He thrust it so far in that it went down her throat, gagging her. He started to face fuck her and she quickly realized she’d have to breathe when he pulled outwards. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing and trying not to think about the cock in her mouth or the finger in her ass. Luke pulled out of her mouth and let go of her hair abruptly, causing her head to fall down suddenly. Neil, Aaron, Mike, Roy, Harry and Jake were back with the water – what it could be for she couldn’t imagine. Kyle and Paul followed the other six into the room carrying cameras. “Shuck your clothes, guys,†said Luke, “time for the show to start!â€Â More undressing followed and Paul started snapping pictures of her as Kyle started to video the scene.
Vanessa was roughly flipped over again and Luke climbed onto the desk between her legs. Hands had started to pinch and twist her nipples again and someone else forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her roughly. She dimly heard the words, “You’re our cum receptacle now, cunt!â€Â When the guy kissing her broke off and Luke slammed into her pussy, breaking through her virginity, in one painful stroke. “Noooooooooooooooooooo! Stop it, stop it! Please stop,†Vanessa begged through tears of pain as Luke started to pump in and out of her pussy but the guys just laughed. After what seemed like an eternity Luke drove home and Vanessa felt him stiffen and felt something warm fill her. Luke had cum inside her. Luke got off and she heard someone else get on the table and opened her eyes to see who it was. It was a fully naked Mr. Jenner and his cock looked even larger than Luke’s. He looked her straight in the eyes and rammed into her pussy, blood from her lost virginity and Luke’s cum making his entrance slightly less painful but with her still being so tight and Mr. Jenner being larger than Luke it still hurt tremendously.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! You bastards,†Vanessa cried out through her sobs. “Wash her mouth out, boys!â€Â She recognized Luke’s voice now and thought he must mean the water but gave a gasp of pain as she was slapped across the face. A cock entered her mouth and she looked up to see who it was, it was Kyle. Luke must be videoing now, she thought dully as Kyle fucked her face. She felt Mr. Jenner cum inside her and almost immediately afterwards Kyle came in her mouth. “Swallow it all, bitch, or we’ll beat the shit out of you!â€Â It was sticky and had a salty taste to it but she swallowed obediently, trying not to gag as she did so. Someone else had replaced Mr. Jenner between her legs and was fucking away, she looked, and it was the coach. She closed her eyes, willing her mind to think of anything else, to take her far away but after two guys cumming in her pussy she was well lubed and most of the pain was now gone and she was starting to feel a tingling sensation. She felt the coach cum inside her and she realized it was a rather pleasant feeling, having their hot cum shoot out inside her. The coach got off of her and she heard him and Mr. Jenner say they had to get going as they were expected home and thanked the team for a good time and they left.ÂÂ
“Turn her over; I want to take her ass!â€Â She looked to see who had spoken with utter fear and it was Paul. His cock was very long but thinner than the others had been. The guys turned her over and Paul spread her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole a couple of times before thrusting all the way into her anus in one stroke. Vanessa screamed and cried, “Ahhhhhhh! Nooooooooo!â€Â Paul started to fuck her roughly sending spikes of pain through her young body. “Stop! You’re killing me!â€Â This brought more laughter and suddenly her mouth was full of cock. When Paul came in her ass and pulled out cum leaked out and stung; Paul’s entry had torn the rim of her anus a little. Whoever’s cock was in her mouth came and she swallowed it all, not wanting to risk finding out what would happen if she didn’t. Someone quickly replaced Paul, someone longer and thicker, ripping into her anus with amazing force. The pain was excruciating, so much so that she passed out.ÂÂ
Vanessa didn’t get much of a reprieve because Luke the captain went and picked up one of the buckets of water and threw it on her face. She woke up, spluttering and coughing, the pain in her ass instantaneous in its return. The guy currently in her ass shot his load deep into her rectum and got off her. “Time to speed up the show, boys, or our parents will start wondering where we are,†Luke informed them. “Time to start double fucking her,†he added. Vanessa might have been an innocent but she wasn’t stupid and could easily guess what was meant. She started screaming and sobbing but she was in too much pain to do much more so when a guy climbed underneath her she didn’t struggle very much. When she felt the guy underneath her grasp her hips while another spread her ass cheeks she tried pleading with them again though she knew it would do no good. The guy underneath her suddenly pulled hips down, plunging his cock into her ass, and she screamed and struggled to lift herself off of his punishing cock but he held her tightly. Another guy mounted the desk and thrust his cock into her pussy and at this double invasion she felt as if she had been torn apart completely.
They started moving in sync with one another, fucking her hard and fast, pounding their cocks into both of her holes mercilessly. Vanessa sobbed, tears streaming down her face. The two guys fucking her came and were immediately replaced by two more and on it went. After those two fucked her two more did so and then two more after that until the last two took her as well. Vanessa had stopped feeling pain six men ago, for all their cum and her blood had provided the lubrication necessary and their cocks had stretched her holes enough so that she was no longer so painfully tight. In fact, when they were finished, Vanessa was no longer feeling anything for she had detached her mind from her body enabling her to imagine this was happening to someone else and not her. She lay on the desk, immobile, as all of the guys redressed and said taunting remarks to her deaf ears. One of the guys, she thought it might have been Luke again, tossed another bucket of water over her.ÂÂ
She vaguely heard their warning threat, probably not to tell anyone but she didn’t really take in what was said, and then they left. She lay on the desk like that, the whole weekend, unmoving and she didn’t sleep. She just stayed in a state of separated-consciousness, aware of nothing and everything. Monday morning came and the teacher of that classroom came in and screamed when she saw Vanessa lying naked on her desk in blood, cum and water. The teacher’s screams brought several other teachers in the vicinity and they all were horrified and feared that Vanessa was dead. The teacher who had discovered Vanessa was a biology teacher and ran over to Vanessa and checked her pulse while another teacher used the classroom telephone to call 911. “She’s alive but unconscious!†The first teacher called out which the teacher on the phone relayed to the 911 operator. “They’re sending an ambulance, Sarah.â€Â The other teachers fetched the principle and he decided to close the school for that day so they proceeded to send the arriving students back home. All wondered what was going on and what on earth an ambulance and a police car were doing in front of their school but none would find out until the next days news report.ÂÂ
The paramedics brought Vanessa about and the police asked what had happened she uttered a disjointed sentence before passing out again. “Raped...senior football team...the coach...Mr. Jenner...all of them.â€Â The revelation of her sentence was met with utter horror and disgust. The police copied down her statement and immediately began proceedings to round up all of the men Vanessa had mentioned for questioning and for Vanessa to identify. The paramedics took Vanessa to the hospital and she came around again and asked for her parents who arrived shortly after. It took a few months but all of the men were sent to jail and Vanessa tried to go on with her life but was too afraid to leave the house, to afraid to even try and so she lived the rest of her life as an agoraphobic.ÂÂ
    Julie looked around cautiously. A girl of 17, alone in Brooklyn all by herself. She had just ran out of her apartment in rage and sadness when she found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her all of these 3 years. Julie sniffed. And to think that she was about to lose her virginity to him...
    Julie was a beatiful girl, really. Full, perky breasts, with hard nipples almost ripping her delicate blouse from the intense cold. Soft, long blond hair, and a figure with the right curves. She looked around uneasily, shrugging. There was no way she was coming back to that apartment now.
    It was nearly 2 in the morn
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ing. Julie sat down near some long-closed deli and cried quietly. She wasn't really thinking about what could happen to a girl like her, alone, in the middle of the night, on the dark, empty streets of Brooklyn....
    "Are you alright?" suddenly heard Julie. She lifted her head, and saw a stranger, about 40 years old, looking at her in pity.
    "I don't know," she sniffed.
    "You don't need any help now, do you?"
    "No, thank you," Julie answered cautiously. She had just realized where she was, how she was dressed, and that she was far from help. If that stranger had something on his mind...
Which he did.
Noone would help. She pressed herself closer to the brick wall, partly trying to gather some warmth between her and the cold bricks, partly because she was getting a fluttering feeling of fear in her stomach. The stranger looked around. Then his steel-gray eyes narrowed on Julie.
    "Are you cold? Want to come in and I could warm you up?"
The feeling was growing.
    "N..." Julie was about to say 'no' but the stranger suddenly gagged her with a dirty hand.
    "You're coming with me, you little bitch, like it or not," he hissed in Julie's ear and dragged her into the lobby of the house across the street. Julie was so terrified she couldn't fight at first, but then, on the stairs, she started kicking and punching any part of the stranger she could reach. He growled, then pushed her through the door and threw her on the bed with a strong punch to the face. Julie cried and licked the blood off her lips.
    The stranger's face split into a satisfied grin. He fixed his brown greasy hair a bit with one hand, then turned to face Julie. Without a word, he grasped her wrists and tied them to the leather loops in the upper corners of the large bed. Then he did the same with her legs. Julie couldn't fight, she was just sobbing quietly. Finally the stranger spoke to her again.
    "You were such a good girl. I might not cause you as much pain as I thought I needed to before..." He grinned again, then noticed her hard nipples. "Ooh, excited, are we?" He licked his lips in lust.
    "No... Please... Let me go... Don't hurt me..." finally gasped Julie hoarsely. "And please... water..."
    "Oh, you won't need water, my dear..." laughed the man. He closed in on her, and took out his pocket knife. Julie winced, but he was only cutting her clothes, revealing the perky cups. "Beatiful..." he chuckled.
    "You are quite the silent type, my dear," he laughed at Julie who was petrified. Then, without a warning, he jumped at her and forced his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her roughly for about a minute, while massaging her breasts with his hands. Then he ripped himself away. Julie saw a familiar bulge on his pants, like the one she saw on her boyfriend when she was about to do him a handjob. Her last hope was blown away. "No..."
    "Yes, you bitch, YES" groaned the man and pulled his pants off. Julie gasped at the size of his dick. It was 10 inches, or nearly that. The stranger hopped onto the bed and almost sat on Julie's face. "SUCK IT"
    Julie sobbed and licked the man's dick hesitantly.
    "I said suck it,"
    Julie, tears in eyes, let the man's cock enter her soft mouth. "Aaaaarrrrgghh" moaned the man. She started sucking it like she had seen in porn movies. Then the man grabbed her head and gagged her with his monster. Julie let out a muffled cry, gasping for breath. "Oh, you've never given throat before? Let me teach you..." For the next couple minutes he was ripping her throat apart with his cock. Then he came. The sperm tasted disgusting, but Julie had no choice but to swallow it. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with sperm and a little bit of blood. The man licked some of it off. "mmm," he mocked her.
    He then started slowly licking and kissing his way down, closer and closer to her tight hole....
ize="4">Greg Mineras lay motionless in his hospital bed his pasty white skin and pale lips coupled with his glazed eyes gave the appearance he was one step away from death. The nurse taking his stats looking into his eyes had on the back of her nighty looking scrub top the images of an eye, a heart, and the word ewe. The translation did not require a degree in code breaking to read “I love you.â€Â
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“Why on the back?†he wondered as he floated around the ceiling watching her as she backed out of the intensive care unit a soft smile on her face and looked up as though she could see him. “There they are eating chocolate covered dog nuts and telling dirty jokes over stale coffee. Anyone could walk in kill me and walk out with those oafish pigs none the wiser, and the only things they would care about would be all the paper work, and the five day rip for not doing their duty. Christ…! Shit…! How could I have been so stupid!?†As he flipped the group off, he gasped as he fell.
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Bells and buzzers were sounding as his eyes gaped in exaggerated blinks betraying his terror; he was struggling to yell out in panic around the tube in his throat. The nurse came running back into the room followed closely by the doctor and both of them measured this, that, and the other thing, and then they poked him with needles and checked his IV tubes. The nurse was petting him gently and saying something but Greg could not make it out; and with a blink darkness blocked everything, another blink and a blaring white light filled the room, with another blink he was in the living room watching his wife Lincy flitting about preparing to go work. The door burst open as an ugly beast crashed into their living room; Greg tried to yell but his voice was mute and when he tried to run a pain shot up his legs. When he looked down his feet were nailed to the floor and his stomach was impaled by the coat stand. Greg was unable to move, shout, or help his wife in any way. Just stand there and painfully watch as the scaly beast pounded Lincy into a pile of helpless flesh and then ravage her privates with his scaly green penis.
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Greg wretched in pain, as another flash of light filled his eyes he awoke back in his hospital bed coughing and gagging as the nurse tried to coat his raw throat with a cotton swab that had been dipped in a soothing kind of liquid. The tube used to help him breathe was gone but he was still unable to talk in comprehendible words just croaks and coughs, only now he could hear the nurse.
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“You’re going to be fine just relax.†Rebecca Rose calmly remarked in her obviously southern born and bread voice. “That’s my boy.†She sang as Greg began to respond to her deep but feminine voice and then softly directed, “Don’t try to speak just yet, your throat is quite soar from the tube we put in to help you breath.†Rebecca Rose kept her hand lightly placed on his chest and in a calming voice said, “You gave us a bit of a scare but all of the tests are in and the doctor is sure you just had a panic attack… granted it was the worse one I’ve ever seen but not the worse one the doc has ever seen, but a panic attack just the same.†She paused because Greg’s heart rate started to rise and his breathing turned labored and Greg grimaced as he coughed obviously trying to speak.
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“I told you not to talk just yet.†Rebecca Rose softly rebuffed and as a warm smile began to beam she leaned down and whispered, “If you must… just whisper quietly I’ll hear you.†and then dipped another cotton swab in the pale green jelly and swabbed his throat again and wiped his lips with a damp cloth.
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The itch in his throat was soon replaced with a warm glow, the muscles in his throat relaxed and his salivary glands became quite active and when they settled down he whispered quite raspyly, “Why the words on your back?â€Â
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“For people like you.†She softly replied and after noting a puzzled look on Greg’s face she smiled quite warmly and asked, “Weren’t you floating?â€Â
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“My wife… my wife…†He coughed and struggled to breathe between the words.
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“I know something terrible has happened to you and your family.†Rebecca Rose paused and looked warmly at Greg, cupped his cheek and softly whispered, “You have to get better so you can help Lincy get better.†A smile stretched thinly across Greg’s mouth and was soon interrupted as one of the officers entered the room.
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“Is he ready to answer questions yet Ms. Uh Ms…?†He asked in an oafish tone. An obvious chocolate stain on his mouth and white crumbs clung to his dark green shirt.
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“The doctor will call detective Kimberly Clearson and or special agent Renee Davies certainly not you!†Rebecca Rose sharply scolded as she shooed him out of the room adding in a very cross tone, “You are only suppose to be guarding the door to the room not the room and most assuredly not the nurses lounge.†And when she got him in the hallway her voice elevated to another level one that Greg was unable to place with her angelic face, “And the coffee and doughnuts that you all so greedily consumed belong to the hospital staff, now either of you bother my patient or the remaining few crumbs or cups of coffee I will have the director talk to the mayor ‘his…’ close friend about the inappropriate behavior of the police assigned to guard Mr. Mineras.â€Â
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The verbal thrashing Rebecca Rose delivered to the over weight and over paid sentry gave Greg a little bit of humor and entertained himself imagining the look of distress that must have washed across their faces when they found out their boss was friends with her boss. It seemed like hours had passed since Rebecca Rose scolded the police and vanished but made her return known.
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As she impishly peered from behind the doorway a warm smile beaming she asked, “Have they…†and she motioned with her head towards the nurses lounge and pushed her nose up with her fingers snorted and then continued, “Bothered you or our snacks?â€Â
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Greg coughed convulsively from the laugh as he tried to answer her with a little humor only to be softly rebuffed by Rebecca for his effort. “No talking…! I told you.†Her voice softened to a whisper as she placed a finger to Greg’s mouth, “You have been in and out for a while, so your throat will need a little time to heal.†Rebecca Rose busied herself with taking his blood pressure, heart rate, respiratory rate, and oxygenation of his blood and then checking his pupils for response to light, his reflexes to pain and pressure, and then writing all of her findings in his chart. With all that business, aside she looked searchingly at Greg.
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“I guess you told’em off good.†Greg quietly whispered and was ravaged with an acute cough and his throat filled with mucous. Rebecca quickly grabbed the suction tube, extricated the large fibrous wad looked at him, and just shook her head in disapproval Greg placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a weak squeeze.
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“You have had quite enough excitement for your first few hours back.†Rebecca Rose softly remarked as she used her free hand to fluff the blanket and cup Greg’s cheek and softly explained, “It’s time you had a nap.†After Greg gave her hand an understanding squeeze she added, “Let me give you a little something to help you take that nap.†She inserted the syringe into his IV tube and slowly pumped the amber looking fluid into the tube, looked at Greg and held his hand warmly watching him as he started to drift. Greg started feeling quite dizzy and warm; a giddy lightheaded feeling followed and he cast one last glance at Rebecca and was asleep and dreaming.
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He found his self on a white sandy beach and the sun was blisteringly hot; the surf was roaring as the waves tumbled in ending with a loud hissing sound as they dissolved along the sand. He wanted to run into the water and swim but his legs wouldn’t move. He looked off into the distance and there was Lincy her long shiny black hair blowing in the soft warm breeze walking towards him. Her scanty bikini betrayed her hairy privates. Even as far away as she was, her treasure trails were visible. Greg felt his penis start to engorge with blood and turn hot, his testicles felt like balloons covered with static electricity. His stomach was turning tight, and as if a magnet hung from the sky, he was being lifted up from the sand. The closer Lincy came the faster she walked and the warmer Greg began to feel, her scent filled his nostrils, that of hot rose hip tea brewing on the stove. Greg’s heart exploded as four black tentacles stretched from the waters edge and grasped Lincy with their suction cup lined arms pulling her into the water as she screamed scratching at the loose sand. Greg jumped to his feet only to be knocked to the sand by a webbed hand and he croaked as the fingers tightened around his throat, Lincy’s sweet aroma was replaced by the stench of ammonia as the beast looked Greg in the eyes and sneered, “You…!†blowing his acrid breath in his face “You…!â€Â
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Greg’s eyes opened with rapid and wide blinking and he coughed as he gasped for air. He felt a snapping slap across his face and a white masked face of another nurse loomed over him as he looked up, and then another slap bounced across his face. Lincy’s sweet scent returned as the nurse held a soft fabric to his nose, so fresh was the scent Greg suddenly knew it was Lincy’s panties. So strong was the scent his mind filled with her memories. The nurses eyes glared over the white mask as she spoke, “You keep your fucking mouth shut…!†she paused as she looked around grabbed Greg’s penis tightly and sneeringly added, “Or this will be the last you hear of your sweet little bitch.†Lincy’s wet panties were then thrust into his nose a slap across his face, and she was gone only his wife’s scent still lingered as Greg’s eyes welled with tears. He felt the bed start to bounce, the buzzers and whistles began to sound and the bright white walls of his room faded into darkness.
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Greg felt his body quake as an electric shock coursed its way through him, and stars circled around his eyes. Another jolt raced through and the white room appeared briefly. When he opened his eyes next he was again floating like a gas filled balloon, looking down as they scurried about desperately trying to bring him back. As he looked at Rebecca’s shirt top, it had a different message a U. an R. and an OK sewn into it. Greg didn’t want to believe he was okay his Lincy was gone; he wanted to float away but couldn’t get under the doorway and wink blackness filled his consciousness.
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A terrible itch in his throat woke him and as he looked around the room he found the tube had been stuffed back down his throat and felt quite groggy and his eyes burned. The nurse was different the doctor was different but the room was the same. A feeling of relief washed over Greg when the new nurse neared and he could see she wasn’t the evil one he last remembered.
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“Doctor… Mr. Mineras is awake.†She coolly informed.ÂÂ
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“Well Mr. Mineras it’s good to have you back, you gave us quite a fight this time now squeeze my finger… Aw you can do better than that.†Greg gave it a second squeeze as hard as he could. “Much better!†he soothingly acknowledged and then informed, “Now we are going to give you a little something to relax you so we can take that nasty tube out, you’d like that yes?†Greg nodded his head just as he felt a soothing warm rush into his body. “Now take in a deep breath and exhale when I say okay now.†He directed. Greg coughed and convulsed as the tube was extracted and then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and for the first time in a while, he began to feel alive.
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“Mr. Mineras we have done an electro encephala gram, and taken an M.R.I. of your cerebellum and brain stem. We’ve run a constant E.K.G. and have run every one of the blood analysis we have available and can find nothing wrong with you that would account for you lapsing into coma as many times as you have. Now doctor Louan Daoh Mien, your physician Debra Van Raines, and I all think you are experiencing panic attacks because of the second abduction of your wife a little while ago. So just try to relax, I know it seems like a long time since this ordeal has started so it will be difficult at best, but you must try. Okay?†Greg nodded his head coughed when he tried to speak and then looked around the room.
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 “I think we’ll keep the Zithromax drip at its present level and start to titrate back the Prednazone five ‘mgs.’ and the valium one ‘mg.’ every four hours, and stop the nitro for now. Keep Mr. Mineras on oxygen for now and check his stats every two hours.†doctor Louan Daoh Mien rattled off his instructions and then left.
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“Now Greg…it is okay for me to call you Greg?†Yvonne Smyth asked. Greg nodded his head as he watched her fussing with his blanket and pillow. She was a very buxom blonde, a little extra weight but very well distributed. Her red cheeks and bright blue eyes gave her a very cheery looking disposition, and her accent was unmistakably English. “Well Greg luv we are going to get you healed up and don’t you worry about those nasty coppers we’ll keep them away until you are good and ready for them.†She paused as she took his temperature. She heard Greg as he quaffed her scent and with a wet smile cooed, “You like that luv well you be a good boy and we’ll let you dabble your fingers in Yvonne’s pudding.†Her sexual frankness was surprising to Greg but made him beam a smile that went well beyond his ears, and for a few brief moments forgot why and where he was. Greg tried to speak but coughed instead.
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“Be a good luv and no talking just yet.†She warmly admonished and then hinted with her fingers by placing them close to the vee of her legs and wriggling them, then wrote in his chart for a few minutes looked up and smiled and softly said, “I’ll be with you for most of the night luv and then Rebecca will take over.†Yvonne pressed a few buttons on the tree his medications hung from, Greg started to feel light headed, and with a swish, she was out the door and Greg’s eyes closed.
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Rebecca was the nurse that roused him from his sleep as she fussed over the tubes hanging from his arm, his nose, and from his penis. She was checking all of the readouts and when she saw he was awake asked, “What did you think of Yvonne?†Unable to speak he just grinned a very broad grin. Greg sighed as Rebecca started washing him with the warm sudsy cloth after weighing the contents of the bedpan. A broad smile beamed from Rebecca as she washed Greg’s penis causing it to turn quite hard. His breathing was just starting to rush when she stopped.
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“I see she let you in on one of her many secrets.†Rebecca said with a soft laugh and gently stopped Greg’s fingers from wandering over the back of her thigh and placed her hand close to his organ in an obviously teasing gesture and watched, as it became flaccid softly whispering, “You have to get your strength up now dear you are not my only charge.†With a swish, Rebecca left to finish her rounds.
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Mort Dray roared with laughter as he walked toward his van somewhat stunned by the joke Janet his waitress had told him. It was the first time a woman had told him his… favorite joke, “What do you do when a pit bull starts humping your leg.â€Â
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They both roared when he answered, “Fake an orgasm.†He leaned against the side of the van and mused over her response to his answer.
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“What if it’s real!†she sang out between laughs.
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And they both roared even louder when Mort said, “Then give him a sloppy wet kiss!†It was a shame that an edgy customer had to spoil the moment by snapping his fingers and holding up his cup demanding more coffee and when Martha neared his table, Mort could hear him giving her the what for, for telling a “filthy…! joke like that in a restaurant.â€Â
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Janet won an even closer place in Mort’s heart as he remembered the way she dealt with him asking if he wanted anything else and that his meal and coffee was on her, for disturbing him. She teased him with some pie and ice cream or bread pudding. Mort started steaming when the asshole took a piece of pie ala-mode and then complained because the pie wasn’t hot enough; that was the last straw that bastard had just earned his self a free ride out to his farm. Another smile beamed from Mort’s face as Janet brought him yet another piece of pie with even more ice-cream on it all the while she was giving him warm furtive glances as if she wanted him to take her into the back room and slip poor mommy a bone. When Janet neared Mort’s table coffee pot in hand, he reached for his wallet.
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“Oh no baby it is already covered!†she cooed obviously bending over far enough to give Mort an eye full of her fleshy firm breasts.
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“I didn’t see it get rung in.†Mort said as he declined her warm offer.
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“Come on baby let me treat you.†Janet countered as she moved towards the register and began ringing up his tab and then pulled enough money from her tips to cover it and then impishly queried, “Is that better now?†as if she knew that other waitresses just cheat the owners and Mort didn’t want that.
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“Well okay.†Mort begrudgingly surrendered. A sly smile beamed as he added, “You have to have dinner out… on me… at a fancy place!†Mort warmly lured as he smiled.
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“I’d love to baby…what is your name?†She asked as she stood combing her hair with her fingers.
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“I like to be called Moe but you can keep calling me baby if you want.†Mort said warmly.
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“Moe… you mean like Moe, Larr…?†Janet smiled a puzzled smile as Mort interrupted her.
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“Yea like him.†Mort snorted and then asked, “Do you have a pet name?â€Â
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Just then, the customer that was having a bad hair day earned a lot more points with Mort as he interjected, “You all should join a lonely hearts club!†and stomped his way to the bathroom.
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“Pay him no mind… Moe.†Janet said in a girlish tone, ran her fingers across his shoulders lustily sizing them up, and then noted, “You look like you spend a lot of time working out.â€Â
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Her face grew long as he stood up and then smiled, and warmly said, “Baby I have a schedule or we would be taking the rest of the night off.†Cupped her cheek softly and said, “thank you for the coffee, pie, and a nice time.†He smiled warmly then turned away.
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He noticed a receipt was on the asshole’s table picked it up and asked, “Is this your number?†then bumped into the door as he shuffled backwards pushing the door open.
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Janet yelled as he left, “Yea that is my number!†and stood there playing with the cheek, he touched.
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Now watching from his van waiting for the little bastard to come out and get into his car then he remembered jerks full name with his card number he noted from the card sitting next to the receipt he grabbed. Mort was about to get into his van and leave when he thought, “Let us be thorough, and get his plate number, car color and type. As the ass pulled out of the lot Mort pulled out right behind him snapped a picture then turned away.
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As he glided onto the freeway, his cock turned hard and he thought about the pleasures waiting for him at his farm. As Mort sped along the dark highway, the asshole became less than a distant itch, and Janet a larger part of his fantasy. The memory of her body odor filled his senses and the fleeting glimpses of her hairy under arms betrayed a very hairy pussy between her legs, led him to imagine that her legs were unshaven as well. His vivid imagining caused his cock to pound and a pool of precum to ooze under his thigh. It took a lot of effort not to rub off a nut while he was driving; but little Candy was waiting for him to come back and share wedding vows. Mort thought of Cocoa and how she was so eager to fight for her freedom; taking the terms of his wager of the best three of five rounds, and knowing she would lose the last two rounds, and begin her servitude to him. He thought about how Cocoa and Candy the last two of his three latest victims were so fortuitous for him and so very unfortunate for them that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time leaving Mort Dray no choice but to take them along with his intended victim.
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Mort wondered if Rosalind his favorite German Shepard bitch had had her litter of puppies, and then there was Bessie the latest member of the breading farm he captured her fourteen months ago and knocked her up then sent her to the birthing house as her due date neared just before he left on this last trip. He laughed with a belly roar as he thought how she really believed she was carrying Thaddeus’s pups. He laughed at how a grown woman who had been to college could believe a dog could knock her up, and the thought of her torment turned his cock hot and turgid.
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The miles ticked away and Mort began to see Janet’s hairy naked body on all fours being seduced by Tiberius his prized hound; he had all the best parts of the wolves, the Great Danes, the Saint Bernards, and German Shepards that went into creating his blood line. What a proud acting, intelligent hound, obedient to the nth degree. He was bigger than all of the other hounds around the farm so he was the alpha male all the other dogs followed his lead. Then a broad smug smile beamed brightly as he recalled the last time he watched Tiberius chase down one of his captives taking a mouth full of her hair and holding her head to the ground and her writhing body as she struggled against his large paws holding her to the ground, soaking her with his scent as it sprayed across her body and then with the wide swathes of his leathery tongue turn the struggling bitch into a moaning and eagerly willing mate. Mort squeezed his throbbing penis as he imagined her now on all fours anxiously waiting for Tiberius to mount her and mate. His penis started to throb, as he thought Tiberius would stay mounted for well over an hour, and the echoes of the wild bitche’s, gruntings, and moanings filled his mind. ÂÂ
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Then he recalled how little Candy appeared and how she struggled; forcing Mort to hit her really hard three times before stopping and melting into his tight grasp. The sounds of the surrendering sighs she made after he injected her with his drug cocktail as it began to course its way through her body echoed in his mind. As he took the time to rummage through her purse, he noted her age and how innocent she looked for eighteen. He could see her small vagina and thin labia when he pulled her white panties to the side. He watched her sateen cream seep out as he ran his fingers along her soft hairless mons. A warm reminiscent smile beamed as he recalled leaving her pants and panties tied around her ankles as he taped her up; and how her eyes filled with tears as he violently raped her friend in front of her. Their muted moans echoed as he watched himself closing the van doors.
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Cocoa happened along just as he was going to leave but no, she had to have her own key. By her own word, she wanted to give her girlfriend’s pussy a good licking before going to work. Mort’s heart raced as he recalled how hard she fought nearly felling him before he was able to get the upper hand but still it took several well placed jabs and punches to fell her and still she didn’t lose consciousness she just couldn’t move. Again, Mort smiled as he remembered the first three rounds in the promised contest for her freedom how well she fought and how well he controlled the outcome leaving her with two victories him with one. A broad gloat beamed as he thought of how she really believed she was going to win, making the taste of victory all the more sweeter.
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Along wet drool slipped passed his lips when he sighed while maneuvering onto the long dirt driveway leading to his farm, signaling the end of a long and tedious drive. His captives, his pets, the boys, and the awaiting orgy filled his mind and then Mort said to him self, “there comes Caesar like always some how or another he knows when I am on the driveway and there he is ready to greet me and run with the van or truck as it heads to the farm. There is Thaddeus, Lucious, and T-rex all running down the drive. There is Sabrina waddling along; she has a few more weeks before she gives birth to Tiberius’s pups, and here comes Leanne, Artemis, Phoebe, and Kynthia what a wonderful site and not a one barking just madly wagging their tails and the rest of my hounds are either caged or on guard duty and that is a good thing.â€Â
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Mort Dray was home at last, at long last the weeks of stalking his next round of victims made him weary but when he opened the door the animals yanked and pulled at his clothes and he just rolled out onto the ground and they all struggled for a place and a chance to lick his face and sniff at his pits. Feverishly they sniffed at his crotch, armpits, and cuffs of his pants. There was Mort’s brother Hank coming with their cousins Ralph and Gordon in close tow. After the animals let him up and all the back slapping ended, the menagerie walked up the long narrow densely foliaged lined path leading into a wide open area and there was the farm hands Lon, Tom, Andy, William or Will, Bonno or Boner sometimes hard-on and Hairy Harry or Bushman, all standing looking at Mort Dray as he wandered into the main yard.
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In the main pen next to the fence were his captives; Jessy the redhead, Tessy a very hairy auburn haired sassy bitch, Lassie a full bodied auburn haired bitch that could get wet with a warm breath, Fanny a skinny blond that has learned to fuck all who happen to belly up to her bottom, Annie a pleasingly plump but not fat brunet, and Doggie a very hairy brunet with pouty lips and lush breasts and round fanny. They were all his steadies that he gladly shares with his hounds, and farm hands. The hounds all have their favorites and have claimed them as their own as well. There was Missy one of the recaptures, waiting in the main pen close to the gate to be let out and her mate Brutus running to join the crowd. Judging by how sweated she was Brutus must have given her a good fucking just before Mort’s arrival. Brutus had just pushed through the dog gate and Missy was pacing up and down the fence itching to get out and join in with the procession. In the far pen was Josie with Claudius senior and Claudius junior they too showed signs of wanting to run with the rest of the animals but their door was stuck and unable to leave.
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There came juicy Lucy his special pet running on all fours eagerly wanting to welcome Mort back home. Lucy was now a trustee and allowed to run free. When she reached Mort’s feet she rubbed her body all over them, hungrily sniffed at his crotch, and eagerly tugged at his pant legs with her teeth. The whole area filled with the scent of her arousal and as she began rolling over repeatedly, they could see her pubic hair was soaked with her frothy white juices. Finally stopping she lay on her back, legs out stretched and just looked at Mort. He dropped his pants to his feet and he dropped to his knees pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed his face right into her gelatinized pubic hairs and smeared the manna all over his face slurping loudly as he drank what he could and with a loud cracking slap he left a bright red hand print on her buttock. Lucy jumped onto all fours and scampered a few steps then stop twisting to the left then taking a few more steps and twisting to the right. Each time she twisted her vaginal opening would gape and a new flow of juice would start coursing down her thighs.
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The whole group stood watching her dance as she held herself open for Mort’s penis. He quickly forgot young Candy his betrothed and Cocoa as he mounted Lucy much like his hounds would mount a bitch, and skillfully found her vaginal opening with his first thrust, and without pause, or plan he pounded her buttocks with his thighs and quickly ejaculated making loud animalistic noises as his drool dripped into her hair. There was a loud ruckus when he pulled out and stepped back as the hounds vied for licks and seconds. Thaddeus was next as he climbed on, then Lucious giving her a third dose of sperm, all of the hounds were enthralled by juicy Lucy’s scent and gathered around in a mating frenzy as they waited their turn in the saddle. Phoebe was busy licking the cream from Mort’s penis with Artemis sniffing at his anus and licking his hairy cheeks. Mort laughed and joined the men as they watched the hounds taking turns with Lucy many of them high fiving and emulating the dogs by hunching their hips Mort just petted Phoebe. After several minutes, the mating frenzy slowed, and the group headed for the main house to start the much-anticipated evening events. All of them were eager to watch Mort wed Candy and claim her innocents. They wanted to watch the last two rounds of the bout with Cocoa. The padre had been there all day taking his pay for the services he was about to render and Cocoa had been working out on the heavy bag for long hours all week preparing with determination to win her freedom.
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As they passed the pen he looked Missy and Mort ordered, “Get her cleaned up and bring her into the main house.†Then cast a broad smile at her and Brutus. As he neared the door he turned to watch her crouched on all fours as they hit her with the icy cold water, soap, and scrubbed her with the coarse brush. Brutus was looking on as he had taken a real shine to her and has become protective of her. Now he has to be bargained with for the use of ‘his…’ bitch. Often just a big meaty bone for him to chew on will suffice or the scent of another bitch in heat will often be enough of a distraction. Missy too had fallen for Brutus and wanted nothing to do with the men; she submitted because she knew she had better or suffer the dire consequences. The signs were obvious when she sat next to him after mating her face was so soft looking, the way she would lick inside his jowls and suck on his tongue, or when he was mating with another woman or female dog, her saliva would start to drool out when he ejaculated and her Bartholin juices would ooze down her thighs filling the air with her scent. He could be inside the main house boning one of the new captives and Missy would know exactly when Brutus spilled his seed.
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If there was another hound in the cage, her scent would arouse him and she would resist his advances until they became forceful and then in an effort to escape injury submit. It was obvious that once that knot was plunged into her vaginal well her sexual hunger took over and she loved every second of her wild ride, and when he pulled out she would lay on her back, legs up and submissively spread wide hoping to get more of his ministrations.ÂÂ
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Ch. 3 The Victim pt. 1
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Lincy or Missy as Father and the hands call her was now back in the main pen with five of the other captives. At any one time there would be at least eight to ten hounds being kept in there with them. She was glad that Brutus was there with her as he kept the other dogs away from her when he was there, and was very attentive to her amorous needs. Mating with her often throughout the day and night; some times he would go fast quickly losing his semen while other times he would stay inside her hot wet womb for thirty or forty minutes sending her into an orgasmic rapture filled with multiple orgasms. The only times they didn’t sleep together were the times Brutus was in the main house partying with Father and his crew or chasing the scent of a bitch in heat.
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It was a swelteringly hot day as Lincy drank from the water bowl after eating the last of the scraps of food. Her body covered with sweat and the dust was clinging to her skin; her hair was uncombed and matted to her neck. The fresh teeth marks on her neck showed signs of healing as did the scratches that covered her back and buttocks. She was glad to be out of the birthing house after giving birth to Father’s child for the first time. Her nipples had healed from her baby’s suckling as well as the four sets of puppy teeth that nursed from her breasts. Brutus had been gone for the last several days; she wasn’t sure how many she just knew her groin ached from his absence. In fact, all of the hounds have been gone for several days now. Some of the women had started sharing ministrations with each other in their absence. Lincy had her eye on this one brunet she was becoming very hairy as Father’s potion was beginning to take hold, and Lincy found her scent very arousing.
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Lincy’s body trembled when she caught the scent of Father’s potion and when she caught site of the female trustees pulling the cart laden with the ten jugs of potion she pressed her face obeisantly against the wire as did the other women captives. They all knew to be obedient and eagerly drink the noxious fluid as fast as they could, and not vomit any of it. Lincy’s vision blurred and her ears rang as she drank from the plastic tube. Her skin turned hot, sweat started to bead and drip, she felt the muscles tightening around her clitoris, her vaginal walls swelled and turned hot, and her nipples began to tingle. Everyday at the same time they would come and give them all a dose of potion. Everyday it was the same she would gag and retch, and as she drank, she became amorous, dizzy, and then pass out.ÂÂ
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Lincy saw Toby sitting alone at the end of the run as the effects leveled out; sweat beading on her back and running down to her anal cleft, Lincy salivated as she looked on catching the smell of her sweat and Bartholin fluids wafting through the air and moved closer to her. The way the pens were built made it impossible to walk upright even if they could it was absolutely forbidden; so her hands, knees, fore legs, and tops of her feet had developed thick calluses from crawling around on all fours as the men laughingly called it. The dirt mixed with round and sharp gravel toughened the hide that it abraded. Missy could see Toby was quietly crying when she drew near and instantly felt concerned and sat next to her keeping her shoulder touching Toby’s.
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“I don’t remember my real name do you?†She whispered between sobs.
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“No. I have forgotten my name and I can not remember what my husband looks like nor his name.†Lincy somberly related as she scootched closer and sighed, “I just remember being married.â€Â
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“Do you still remember telling your cycle by the moon.†She sadly hissed as she tried to be quiet.
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“Yes I start my period when the last of the crescent moon wanes.†Missy calmly replied adding, “I started my periods again last month.â€Â
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“I’ve missed mine for the last two months!†Toby gasped out the last word. “The only males that have been fucking me are T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Big Red.†she quaked as she uttered their names sobbingly then angrily hissed, “Those four legged bastards were really going at it too! Until they wondered off.†She rubbed her mons and tried to act like she was disgusted by the acts but the scent now wafting through the air told a different story. Father’s potion was working just as effectively on Toby as it was on every other female captive. Besides making their senses quite acute it caused their body hair to grow and made their body odor much more pungent. The aphrodisiac properties were quite intense and caused a deep aching in their breasts, clitorises, and vaginas.
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 “Oh honey you know a dog can’t make you pregnant.†Lincy tried to console her.
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“That awful tasting conglomeration he makes us all drink what… what if it is messing with our genes!†her voice filled with panic and her breath quickened as she added, “Just look at how hairy I’ve become.†Lincy knew she was right about the hair she too was becoming covered with long soft black hair, it was running up her back and forming soft waves along the backs of her arms, sides and covering her belly button. Her legs were completely covered with thick black hair too.
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“Toby, resistance isn’t going to help you get through this!†Lincy said quietly waiting for her to say something and then added, “Toby just be strong we all have to be strong.†and she started to kiss her face when she heard her rapidly sniffing at the air Lincy caught the scent also.
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“Their back, I can smell them.†Toby said her voice becoming passionate. Lincy looked toward the front of the pen and there they were squeezing through the doggy door, tails wagging and tongues flailing as they padded along. Lincy eagerly looked for Brutis but he was not to be seen and none of the other hounds were padding into sight either. T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Red were quickly padding there way to where they were sitting all four stopped and took a long drink from the water bowl. T-rex was half wolf and Dane covered with a thick coat of gray, brown and black fur, Clyde was a full blooded blood hound his skin was so wrinkled coupled with his short red hair made him as ugly as he could be, Jake was half Dane and Saint Barnard he too had a thick coat of hair that had white, and red, with tan patches, and Red was half blood hound and wolf covered in a frosted black long haired coat. Lincy tried to scurry off but Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair, pushed her head to the ground, and held it there. Lincy continued to struggle breaking free only to be caught again and knocked back to the ground. She could feel his hot breath blowing across her neck and feel his drool sliding down her cheek He was toying with her much like a cat would toy with a mouse letting her try to scurry off, but he soon knocked her to the ground, stepped on her with one of his big paws, and sat. His cock was beginning to poke out from his sheath in front of her face while he sniffed at her hair, armpits, and butt.
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The other three hounds already had Toby belly up; T-rex was licking and smelling one armpit, while Clyde was spraying his scent all over her as well as the other dogs. Red was eagerly sniffing and licking her vagina. Lincy stopped her halfhearted struggle and watched as Jake licked his swelling organ and then he licked her face; she could hear him sniffing her matted hair. She felt him push her head with his other paw as he scootched closer. Lincy could feel the heat on her face as it emanated from his wet, red, member and she began licking the hairy sheath and his surrounding belly. She felt his essence gushing across her cheek and course along her neck soaking into her hair when she sucked on his scrotum. His tongue started slathering across her face when she sucked his huge cock into her mouth swallowing the salty sweet juices as they flowed out.
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Lincy rolled on her back spreading her legs wide when Jake stood and started tentatively sniffing and licking her feet, thighs, arms, belly, and face; covering her whole body as he moved his nose and tongue from here to there and back. Then he straddled her and started covering her body with his potent smelling scent eventually his nose and tongue found her wet genitalia causing her to yell out as it slithered across her clitoris repeatedly. Her euphoria was interrupted by Toby’s loud grunts. Lincy looked just in time to see Clyde’s huge red globe plunge into her womb, and her buttocks vanish under Clyde’s hairy haunches. Lincy’s skin became sweated as soon as she heard the loud wet squelching as Clyde’s huge cock pistoned inside Toby’s vaginal well.
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Jake was straddling Lincy and nudging her face with his snout. She knew it was time to roll onto all fours; as soon as her buttocks brushed Jake’s belly his weight fell on her back and he wrapped his front legs tightly around her waist and with three very quick and powerful thrusts found and parted her labia with the full length and with the next thrust forced his swelled globe into her vagina pressing her mons to her thighs. A loud groan sounded deep inside Lincy’s throat as his huge red globe squeezed through her vaginal sphincter. His stroking was feverish her whole body quaked with each pounding thrust with his knot pulling out and plunging back in as he rushed to his climax. With a series of convulsive jerky thrusts, he released the torrential gush of hot sperm splashing against her vaginal vault and then gushing from her opening and down her thighs. A few moments of him being draped across her back he snapped back to life and with a few sharp rearward yanks and a very loud wet squelch sounded he pulled free.
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Lincy fell to the ground and watched Clyde yank his gigantic knot from within Toby and as Jake slathered his tongue over her genitalia, she watched Red mount and skillfully enter Toby with his wet red dick. Red’s member wasn’t quite as big as the other two but he was much more enthusiastic with his thrustings, making Toby’s breasts flail to his rapid pistonning. Lincy’s mouth filled with saliva and her womb quivered as she caught the scent of Brutus’s seed being spilled, she knew he was somewhere close. Lincy rolled onto all fours, she felt her labia engorge and turn hot and her vaginal muscles flexed repeatedly. Jake began feasting on her renewed flow of Bartholin fluids and after a few minutes mounted her again. His thrusts were paced this time starting and stopping frequently this mating lasted nearly an hour. Long enough for several of the farm hands to gather around, gawk, and jeer as the hounds continued their mating frenzy with the two women. They went about their chores when the animals all lay down and nodded off. Lincy was on her side and Toby was on her back legs limply hanging in the air, and before Lincy’s eyes closed, she watched Toby’s juices flowing from her gaping vagina. Jake was lying across her belly and Red had his nose in Toby’s right armpit, Clyde was in the other and T-rex had his nose in Toby’s hair.
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Lincy was the first to stir heading for the water bowl and Jake began licking up the juices still flowing from Toby’s womb. Lincy sleepily curled up inside the doghouse she and Brutus shared and quickly dozed off; sleeping until Brutus returned jostling her as he licked and sniffed her head to toe then lay across her body licking her face until she went back to sleep, and they slept until the rambunctious return of Mort in the predawn hours.
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Brutus was the first to stir and Missy following him closely as he ran to the fence and anxiously paced the length of it. Both Lincy and Brutus watched the crowd of humans and animals gathering The animals in the other cage were eagerly hoping that the gate would be unlocked allowing them to join in on the greeting.
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Lincy’s womb quivered when she watched Artemis roll onto her back and Father massaging her very pregnant belly and her rows of wriggling titties, a drool slipped passed her open lips when he began fondling the hounds genitalia. Her ardent passion quickly turned into burning jealousy when Lucy scurried into the scene. She remembered how she became Father’s favorite bitch when Lincy was moved into the birthing house. Her vagina gaped hungrily when she watched him mount her, drive his thick cock into her womb, and her saliva drained from her mouth when she caught the scent of his sperm when he started ejaculating. Lincy ached to join in on the ensuing mating frenzy that was just beginning, and began to moan when the hounds started vying for seconds and mores.
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Brutus sensing his mate’s arousal started eagerly licking her genitalia. Soon long viscous stringers hung from his jowls as his tongue repeatedly snaked out and slathered across her mons stretching her engorged labia. He shimmied onto her back and began teasing the gaping vagina with short, rapid, shallow pokes, and when Missy growled out, he plunged its full length into her. Loud wet squelchings sounded as he began feverishly pistonning his gigantic cock inside her vaginal well, and within a few minutes his sperm gushed onto her cervix and spilled down her thighs and before the procession could pass the main pen Brutus yanked free and eagerly pushed through the dog door leaving Missy sitting by the gate.
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Warm feeling washed over Missy when Father’s eyes caught hers and she quivered when she heard him say her name. She filled with joy when the gate opened and watched Brutus running freely in the crowd, she didn’t mind being left behind, as she knew she was going to the main house possibly for the whole week. She was so ecstatic that she was pissing all over the ground and didn’t mind the icy cold water the hands sprayed over her or the coarse brush they used to soap and scrub her with. She didn’t even mind the way they laughed when they douched her out with the same icy cold water; or how two of them made her suck them off, or them shooting their nice tasting sperm into her mouth. When they were done with her, they gave a sharp swat to her buttocks and ordered her to, “run to the main house.â€Â
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Missy scampered as fast as she could and when she pushed in through the doggy door she was greeted by a pregnant woman who was just starting to show. She put a choke collar around her neck and then led her into a crowded room. Several of Father’s captive pets were there, and several of Father’s trustees in various stages of being pregnant one had a wet belly as she was lactating. The trustees were hoisting them up on the table, exploratively massaging their breasts, probing the vaginas with their fingers, and smelling them as well as their armpits.
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“This one is ready for mating.†One of the women called out then put a sleeveless cut off t-shirt with the letter O on it.
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“Yea so is this one,†Chimed another, placing the same kind of shirt with the same letter.
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Another yelled out, “This one is pregnant!†and slipped a shirt with the letter P on her.
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They were all given a full gallon of Father’s concoction before being set on the floor and allowed to run to the next room. Missy was in the back of the line and watched as the women poked, prodded, squeezed, and put shirts on them with either the letter P, for pregnant, O, for ovulating, or NS, for not in season. When Lincy finally got her turn she got an O; and when she got her helping of the concoction it made her feel more bloated than usual as if she was given a lot more to drink this time. Her insides started to quake and quiver, her skin turned hot and sweat beaded, and like the rest of the women urine started to squirt in short staccatoed spurts. Her and the four pets that were ovulating had their collars clipped together and were led through the main room straight to Father’s table. As they neared; Lincy could see all four of his poker buddies with their pet squeeze toys, there were his six of his trustees sitting close to him all of them showing signs of being pregnant and two of them were lactating. His bride to be little Candy sitting in his lap his arm was around her and she was kissing his hand. Close to the table were two big screen TVs; on one was the padre sucking the dick of an older teenager as he got ready to perform the wedding ceremony, and on the other was Cocoa sparring in the ring awaiting her fight with Father.
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“Look there is the padre Candy you ready!†Mort’s voice bellowed as he spoke pointing toward one of the TVs.
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“Oh yes Father I missed you so much I have been rehearsing my vows all week long!†She eagerly replied sounding so sincere almost pleading. Her face had a rosy glow to it as she nuzzled against Mort’s hairy chest, and then she went back to nursing the drink Father had given her.
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After finishing her drink Candy called out, “You Lucy!†when Lucy looked up she started tugging her chain and ordered, “Give Father’s penis some attention it has gotten soft.†She watched as Lucy began to suckle and warmly directed, “Make him hard but do ‘not…!’†and she jerked the chain, “make him cum. That sperm is mine tonight!†She watched as his cock turned hard and listened to her slurping sucks.
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“Look!†Ned excitedly shouted as he pointed at the screen and there was the young man’s body flexing as his sperm filled the padre’s mouth there was no sound coming from the TV but it was obvious he was in mid orgasm.
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“Woman! Check sweet Candy to see if she is ready to be married!†Mort Dray excitedly ordered. As she stepped from behind the chair, her nametag read Mother Becca. That meant that she had obtained trustee status, as had the other five.
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The pregnant woman laid Candy on top of the table and began exploratively feeling both of her breasts and after suckling them both she took the key hanging on a gold chain around her neck and unlocked the belt that kept her rubber panties from being pulled down then unlocked the leggings that clung tightly to her thighs ensuring that her virginity would remain intact during Father’s absence. Mother Becca then stripped them away unpinned the diaper and sniffed it deeply before throwing it towards Mort. Mother Becca spread Candy’s legs wide and put her nose inside her satin blonde curly hairs, parted her thin labia with her thumbs. The room became quiet as she loudly quaffed the young woman’s aroma; taking several loud sniffs then suckled her little bud of a clitoris, and took several more loud quaffs.
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“Oh…! Yes…! Little Candy is really ready for ‘youeew…!’ Father!†Mother Becca excitedly proclaimed with a bright smile beaming.
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“Give this little maiden a good dose of my potion and bring that preacher in here!†Father yelled as he squeezed Candy’s nipple then laughingly bellowed, “Just how many times has the lad paid him today?â€Â
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Ted brayed, “Not for sure but I think the ole preacher has gotten six of his lauodes!†and then mockingly stroked his dick and acted as if he too were coming.
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 “At least that!†Laughed Mother Becca standing next to Father watching Candy suck the potion from the jug. The crowd roared as Tiberius entered the picture and started tugging on the padre’s pant leg. He tied the young man’s hands behind his back before allowing the pooch to drag him away.
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“You know how to separate the priest from the teen?†Shouted Ted.
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“No!†Yelled three of the people as they laughed.
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“A big bucket if ice water!†He yelled out straining to deliver the punch line before laughing his self silly. The whole room roared with riotous laughter as the padre followed Tiberius into the room pant leg in mouth.
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He was dutifully dressed in his uniform; his white collar nearly lost to his putrid white skin a striking contrast to his black garb. His glazed eyes and twisted teethe; matched his tall skinny body and thin lips that filled his pock marked face, that long pointy nose with its flaring nostrils was a perfect match for those scraggly bushy eye brows and his unkempt salt and pepper hair.
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“Why did you tie him up padre?†Mort asked as the room quieted down.
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“He jackoffs!†he quickly replied and looked around the room smiling as every one laughed at his mater-of-fact answer and when they quieted he queried, “You must be Sweet Candy the bride to be; tell me why do you want to get married?â€Â ÂÂ
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“I love Father and want to belong to him for as long as he will have me.†She sang out smiling then warmly added, “He wants to marry me, and I want to bear his children.â€Â
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“I can see you will make a good wife and mother maybe someday we will call you Mother Candy.†He said as he looked about the room raised his hands and lowered his head.
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“It is truly grand our wonderful leader has found yet another woman he wants for his wife and member of his harem; let us bless this union with his eighth wife. Do you Candy swear to honor this union?â€Â
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“I do swear to honor this union!†She quickly and warmly responded as she smiled at Mort.
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“Do you vow to love your sisters of wedlock as you love Father?†He crooned as he laid his hand on top of her head.
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“I do so swear to love my sisters of wedlock as much as Father!†Candy sang in a deepening voice as a tear rolled down one cheek.
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“Do you swear to give yourself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations?â€Â His voiced stretched out as he yelled.
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“I do swear to fully give myself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations.†She crooned her face showing ardent passion as she continued gazing at her betrothed. Candy’s face was now wet with sweat and reddish in hue.
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“And to the sisters of wedlock that came before you and now willingly share you with their husband will you honor and obey them?†he crooned out his hands folded close to his penis.
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“Oh…! Yes I do so swear to fully give myself over to their wishes and desires to honor, obey, and to value their smallest of ministrations.â€Â She pleadingly responded and kissed Father’s hand.
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“And do you Father swear to tend to sweet Candy blessing her with many children?†He asked as he cupped her chin and looked into Candy’s eyes.
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“I do swear to keep her close to me when ever I am at the farm and bless her with as many children as I can give sweet Candy.†Mort said sounding sincerely as he replaced the padre’s hand with his cupping her chin.
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“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your new husband.†He announced as he folded his arms across his chest and bowed his head.
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Candy stood reached up pulled Father down to her face and kissed him passionately as he stood with her in his arms, and when she broke the kiss he sucked her upper lip into his mouth gripping it with his teeth stretched it let it pop free and snaked his tongue into her mouth slid one hand to her anus and began rubbing it with his fingers. A small trickle of urine dribbled as the kiss lingered and his fingers continued swishing across her anus.
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Mort laid her across the table and broke the kiss calling, “Mother Becca come kiss our new bride.†A small drool slipped down her chin as she neared and bent over to kiss Candy. As their lips sealed loud wet gurgling sounds could be heard as they suckled each other’s tongues and lips in a lingering kiss.
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When Mother Becca stood up Mort called, “Mother Annie come here and welcome our sweet Candy.†As the very pregnant woman neared her face turned very soft and warm looking she leaned over and showered Candy’s face with several wet kisses then lingered with her tongue deep in Candy’s throat as she squeezed a nipple and then rubbed it with her lactating nipple. When she placed her hand just below her navel Candy reflexively lifted and parted her legs.
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“Mother Tessy and Mother Doggie come and prepare sweet Candy to receive me.†Mort crooned as he held her foot to his mouth and nibbled her toes causing Candy to breathe hard.
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Both women looked to be at least six months along as they walked up to the table and a revenant hush swept across the room as they each took the small pliant mound with its bristling nipple into their hands kneaded it and twisted the nipple listening to Candy’s stifled moans as Mother Annie’s kiss continued to linger. They began suckling on Candy’s bristling nipples stretching her arms above her head, took the crotch of her knees, and held them to their breasts. Father he stepped closer to Candy’s overhanging buttocks his huge penis now standing straight up with a shiny glaze oozing down his thick meaty shaft.
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Becca fixed cameras hanging from the ceiling and peering between Father’s legs from under the chair seat on Candy’s splayed puffy red labia. On the big screens her sateen juices could be seen clearly as they seeped from her opening, her tiny bud of a clitoris was centered in both screens. Becca slipped behind Father and started massaging his already turgid cock with one hand and his large hairy scrotum with the other. Candy’s gasping breath caused Mother Anne’s cheeks to puff out as she continued stifling Candy’s passionate wailings and gently holding her rocking head. Small squirts of urine arced to the floor as Mort peeled back Candy’s clitoral hood exposing her urethral opening and small taut clitoral bud and he teased it with his thumb. Her creamy colored buttocks were turning pink and her skin began to bristle with goose fresh, and her sateen juices covered her brownish anus and the insides of her mons glistened.
The three women shifted Candy face down onto Mother Anne’s big round belly as she lay down on the table. She cupped Candy’s face with both hands and resealed their lips noisily slurping as she suckled. Mothers Tessy and Doggie kept Candy’s arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide. Candy’s back arched and her anus winked as Mort’s meaty hard shaft sank back into her vaginal well and began slowly pumping. Mort’s muscles tensed and flexed as he skillfully worked his tool inside Candy’s womb. Not once did he go in deep even when his climaxing caused him to bowl over, he just released his sperm into the middle of her vaginal well keeping his cock in until it turned soft and fell out. There on the big screen was Candy’s genitalia covered with a rosy glaze of blood, Bartholin juices, and Mort’s sperm. Artemis began licking Mort’s soft dangling cock coated with the same red colored gel. Jessy and Tessy began licking Candy’s rosy juices from her genitalia and buttocks making her laugh licentiously. The room was still silent as the new mates savored their moments.
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“Come here Candy.†Mort beckoned as he sat back in his chair and Candy took her place in his lap. The long procession began passing giving the newly weds a kiss; some lingering and some quick, humans and hounds alike all in the same line.
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“Well Candy you choose the first one for mating.†Mort directed as he looked at Fanny, Lassie, Cody, Missy, and Tessa all of them had Os on their shirts.ÂÂ
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Candy looked at them all and then said, “I want Lassie to go first.â€Â
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Mothers Tessy and Doggie unchained Lassie and laid her out on the table and Mort called out, “Ned you got first call here.â€Â
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“Moe may I please wait for the next one?†Ned plead.
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“Next one’s you’res Ned. Ted how about you?†He queried.
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Mother Becca met him at the table and started sucking his soft penis and massaging his scrotum, he stood there looking at Lassie spread eagle while Becca turned his dick stiff and continued sucking until she felt his precum coating her tongue and throat. Becca stepped behind Ted and she started massaging his turgid shaft as they moved close to Lassie. When with in reach she placed his gland on Lassie’s swollen pinkish labia and bumped him with her thigh pushing his purple gland in and Lassie lifted her legs up high and wide. Becca continued massaging Ted’s penis and coaxing it inward until halfway in; then her massaging turned fast and she manually caused Ted to ejaculate in Lassie’s vaginal well, and like Mort he waited for his penis to soften and fall out with a thick stringy rope of sperm clinging to the gland which Phoebe quickly captured with her tongue as it fell to the floor and then proceeded to clean the rest of is flaccid penis and goo covered scrotum.
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“Okay Mothers Tessy and Doggie get ole Missy up on the table for her insemination, Ned it is show time!†Moe brayed out loud. Ned walked with quick long strides as he bellied up and stuffed his already hard cock into her gaping pinkish wet vagina and vigorously pistoned it taking long full strokes and in quick order his hot semen gushed against her vaginal vault and Missy quaked with each gush and like the others he too waited for it to soften and fall out. His pet toy started licking the thick gel from his soft shaft as soon as he sat down and Artemis lapped up the oozing sperm coating her anus.
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“Well sweet Candy what now; do we keep them here, or send them back to the pens?†Moe asked. Lassie fell to Mort’s feet kissing them showing him how much she wanted to stay and Missy started nestling to Candy’s belly and licking her thighs.
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“Father honey I think Missy needs more of your seed in her belly so lets keep her here, and get Cody ready, I want to help inseminate her.†Candy Directed while gently stroking Mort’s flaccid member.
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“Reb it is your turn!†Moe sang out then ordered; “Okay Tessa and Doggie get Lassie swaddled and cart her off to the pens.†He paused and smiled as he watched and listened to Candy noisily suckling Doggie’s meaty clitoris.†Then added, “We’ll know by Monday if it took.†Then he watched as the two women put the final tight wraps to Lassie only her face showed as they put her on a wheeled table and carted her off.
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“Well I think I will be off to my reward,†he padre crooned as he stretched and squeezed his hardening cock inside his pants giving it several long strokes.
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“Wait a minute preach don’t you want to get one of these bitches knocked up?†Yelled Reb as he humped at the air.
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“Aw let him go.†Chimed Moe adding, “He’s in a hurry to milk a little more of young Tommy’s sperm.â€Â
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“We all move in our own ways.†Countered the padre and scurried out through the door he came in.
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“We best get Tessa and Fanny impregnated.†Mort said as he played in their hair then shouted as he asked, “Who wants to do one beside me?â€ÂÂÂ
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“I will!†shouted Jeb as he ran up to the table stroking his hard dick. Jeb stood to Mort’s right with his throbbing penis touching Tessa’s clitoris while Moe teased Fanny’s vaginal opening with his flared gland. The girls had their touching arms and legs wrapped together as the two men plied their vaginal openings. Moe started and Jeb followed they both worked a long slow stride. Jeb had to stop numerous times in order to hold his seed as long as Moe could, so he was nowhere near as rhythmic as Moe.
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“Are you ready Jeb?†Moe hissed as he strained to retain his sperm.
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“Oh yeeaass…!†Jeb rasped then groaned, “I’m really close man!â€Â
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“Okay go…!†Moe groaned. The tabled squeaked loudly as it rocked from the two men pumping hard and fast; the liquid in the glasses sloshed over the rims and the platters slid back and forth. With a loud groaning, they stopped and their bodies flexed and flexed as they hissed loud gasps and then slumped over placing their faces between the two women’s breasts. Little Candy and Missy walked to Mort and petted him. Jeb’s play toy wrapped her arms around his waist and licked the sweat from the small of his back working her way down over his anus and started sucking his hairy scrotum.
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“Ladies get these two swaddled and back to the pens.†Moe brayed his voice sounding slightly fatigued, as he played in the seeping sperm swirling the warm seed onto two of his fingers and sucking them clean. “Bring me my brew!†He yelled and Mother Becca brought a gallon jug with a very nasty looking liquid inside and he hungrily drained the jug. His face turned bright red and sweat beaded the hairs on his belly were pasted to his wet skin; his eyes glazed and he groaned out then belched loudly, a long, wet, groaning belch and shuddered.
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“Goddamn that shit has a kick today lets get this party on the mad swing.†He brayed out loudly and as a bright smile beamed he sexily added, “It’s time we give Cocoa her big fight. What do ya say boys and hounds.†All that could speak cheered him as he bent Candy over the table, plunged his thick cock into her, and gave her several hard and fast pumps pulling out long before he came. Soon all the screens throughout the house had the feed from the cameras in the gym there was Cocoa resting but looking quite concentrated. The door opened and in pranced Mort Dray his thick dick’s outline bulged inside the baggy trunks tied to his waist. Mother Becca laced up his gloves and sat near his corner. “Hey there you ready to win your freedom?†Mort said teasingly as he shuffled his feet and boxed at the air dancing the boxer’s dance.
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“There is going to be two hits tonight… me hit’en you and you hit’en the mat.†She said with conviction. The bell sounded starting the first of two rounds. The players danced throwing swings and jabs but no one making a hit just watching their opponent move. Cocoa made a fast shuffle with her feet threw a quick left, left, right connecting with the left and right. Mort back stepped as he shook off the hits, then faked a left and delivered a solid right. She blocked the incoming left dodged the next right stepped in and delivered two body blows and popped his chin with a surprise right upper cut. Just as Mort had predicted Cocoa’s left hand was starting to drop as the end of the three-minute round neared. Just before the bell sounded, Mort delivered a right that glanced over the top of her left glove and connected solidly with her cheekbone; causing her to stagger as her knees weakened for just a second, and the bell sounded.
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They both did the boxer’s dance to their corners. She had one of the trustees spraying her with water and Mort had Mother Becca. Cocoa’s trustee was ordered to do right by her, there was to be no cheating. Mort promised a fair fight, and a fair fight she was going to get. He was just the better fighter so he knew exactly how hard he could hit her to shake her and not knock her out; he knew he was going to win but she was going to think the victory would hers the whole time right up to the final knock down. Mort was clearly the winner of that round having delivered the most devastating hits, so they both had two wins each now. ÂÂ
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The bell sounded and they both pranced into the middle of the matt; again the shuffling foot work and exploratory jabs and swings, blocks and dodges, the stepping back and stepping in as the contestants vied for the right time and place. The sag in Cocoa’s left arm was slightly lower now as the right punch had weakened her; so Mort opened up for a left and by how fast she took it planting a solid hook, Mort knew she still had her wits and her timing was still on. He ducked and dodged a few more and then opened his left again and ‘pow…!’ she nailed him good this time. He reeled slightly did a quick shuffle faked a right and her left dropped below her shoulder and he popped her good! Cocoa’s left dropped to her side, she struggled to lift it, her knees warbled, and her head sagged to one side. Cocoa was nearly out but still on her feet and she kept trying to hit him with her right. Mort bounced anther right off her left cheek and plunged a solid jab into her solar plexus and she crumpled to the mat. Mother Becca stepped into the ring and started the count, but the bell sounded before she finished the ten count.
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They waited for her to move and then Mort asked, “Do I win?â€Â
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“Yes you win.†Cocoa weakly and breathlessly replied her voice sounding solemn.
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“I didn’t hear you…! Did I win?†He asked louder and angrier this time.
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“Yeeaass…!†She wailed out and between loud sobs added, “Yeeaass…! You win…! You win…! What do you want!?â€Â
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“Becca pull her left glove off.†He directed and then very firmly ordered, “Now you put that choke chain around your neck put your gloved hand in the loop on the rope pull your trunks down to your ankles and put your other hand in the other loop on the rope.†She gasped as she saw the chain and shuddered as she slipped it over her head; she jumped as Becca snapped the lock to the collar and froze as she looked at the loops on the rope knowing her freedom was vanishing as she inched her way towards them. Cocoa sobbed loudly as she slipped her gloved hand into the first loop; and then she started gasping and sobbing violently as she slipped her trunks to her ankles, her face was wet with both sweat and tears. Her mouth was contorted as she wept, but slowly she placed her free hand into the last loop and trembled as she waited listening to Mort Dray.
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“Now you do what you are told no matter who tells you.†Mort sternly ordered and then angrily barked, “Becca!â€Â
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“You drink this… and you drink it fast, you suck it down! You swallow it until it is all gone.†Becca sternly ordered and stuffed the tube into her mouth.
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Cocoa sucked and swallowed several large gulps her body retched and she yelled out, “Yuck…! Oh god that is awful…!†she let out a long wet belch then puked with some very violent retches and when she stopped.
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“Drink more…!†Becca angrily growled and stuffed the tube back into her mouth again and she spit it out. As soon as she did Mort began lashing her buttocks with a willow switch. Crack… Crack… Crack sounded as he lashed her from the bottom of her thighs to the small of her back. When she opened her mouth and wailed Becca stuffed the tube back into mouth and down her throat and began pumping the concoction into Cocoa’s stomach.
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“You…! do…! As…! You’re…! Told…!†Mort grunted the words with the last five lashes. Some of the welts were bleeding all of them were raised, round, and wide with a burning red color to them. Cocoa’s wailing sobs turned into incoherent gurgling as his concoction flowed into her belly. She would retch, belch, and then vomit. Becca would catch it in a bucket, pour it back into the jug, and serve the mixture right back to her.
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Mort was now doing his most favorite thing watching his captive’s genitalia engorge in response to his wonderful potion and its aphrodisiac qualities. Mort placed the stool under her belly when her retching stopped and her body began to waver. She was now limply draped over the stool and urine was starting to trickle, and then as predicted her purplish pink labia became covered with a creamy white gel, her ebony mons gained a rosy sheen, and with a pop, her labia splayed. A nice round hole showed at her vaginal tuck. There was satin gel sliding out from the tuck and down along the inside of her labium then hang on her clitoral hood and fall just as another shimmering pearl would ooze out. Just as his cock turned hard her, vagina gaped; she shuddered, and gasped then let out a loud wet belch as her stomach began to bloat. Cocoa’s anal sphincter began to spasm quivering and winking. Sweat was now beading across her body and draining from her armpits.
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“Look Father…!†Becca excitedly called as she showed Mort the empty jug and then she lifted her hand from Cocoa’s mouth that had held the tube in place; hanging from it was Cocoa’s viscous saliva and she gleefully added, “She is really ready for you Father… I can smell her. Go ahead and give her some of your sweet meat Father!†Becca let the tube slip from Cocoa’s mouth and began massaging Cocoa’s breasts and milking her nipples. Incoherent mumblings and moaning was sounding deep inside Cocoa’s throat as she fell deeper into the drug-induced stupor.
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Mort slid his hard dick into the now gaping vagina, as it found her depth incoherent moans and cooing sounds grew louder. He worked it for several minutes and then pulled it out with a yank saying firmly, “I’m goin to give this load to sweet Candy!†and with long quick strides headed for the door shouting over his shoulder, “Strip, tie her up, and take her to the box!â€Â
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“Please Father may I feed on her fluids for a while?†Becca pleadingly asked her smiling face was showing a little blush on her cheeks and sweat was forming on her brow.
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Mort stopped at the door turned around smiling a very lewd smile his hard cock was poking straight out with a thick coating of Cocoa’s viscous juices and replied, “Sure just don’t be too long… I’m going to want you too.†and closed the door behind him.
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As he neared, the table both Candy and Missy watched. Candy knew he was coming for her leaned over the table and waited legs spread wide. She yelled and grunted painfully when he shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into her womb and she gasped loudly when his sperm exploded inside her cervix, and after he delivered the last few convulsive thrusts he shouted, “Lets get this party on the hump…!†Mort stuck his face into Candy’s curly blonde hair kept his tight grip on her upper arms and continued to hump until his softening penis fell out.
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The big screen TVs started showing random selection of audio video feeds of the party and the surroundings as well as selected footage of the farm and the goings on; from the animals and their bitches, to them mating with the captives, to the farm hands snagging a few of them and carting them off to their quarters. The hands that were on duty started throwing left over steaks and bone in roasts around on the floor, while others carried platters full of food and put them on the many tables scattered throughout the main room. All of the males began taking helpings of food and drink; the four-legged ones were gnawing on the meat and bones, the captives were grabbing whatever scraps they could forage. Some of the men were eating from plates and drinking from glasses while others were acting like animals.
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All the males quickly lost interest in the food and drink and began pawing the females; the four legged ones, to the two-legged ones. All of them licking, probing, poking, kissing, and biting, and soon none of the humans had a stitch of clothing on. Counting all the males there were as many as twenty-three and only about eight available females, so there was a lot of doubling and tripling up going on. Some of the women were being dragged around by their hair as the hounds vied for their turns; while others were being mounted as they slurped on hard dicks, and still others were being boned in all three holes with the hounds licking the copious juices as they oozed here and there. Soon the smell of Sweat, fresh sperm, Bartholin fluids, and urine hung heavily throughout the whole house. The wet squelchings of pistonning cocks and slurping mouths; were accompanied by the animalistic pantings, groanings, and gruntings caused by the melee of meshing bodies.
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The whole house was rocking to the feverish matings of all the animals. They rolled from one set of arms into a different set of paws; and back into yet another set of arms. The women would be sucking one man’s dick and when he came, she might find a dog dick being shoved into her face or when the man licking her pussy went to another one, a pooch might take his place. The groups of men hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn looked just like a bunch of hounds hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn. As one looked around there were smears of drying fluids along the floor or on the cushions the hounds would do what they could but not all of the juices got licked up.
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While the orgy continued Mort and his two sex partners were being catered to by the two remaining mothers both were lactating. Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were very busy kissing, licking sucking, massaging, tugging, squeezing, and twisting, the pleasure tools of their charges. First they would make Moe cum in sweet Candy and then in Missy or some times they would split the ejaculate between the two women, then give him some time and stroking let Mort and sweet Candy suckle at their breasts drinking their milk. After a few minutes of rest, they would start all over again.
Greg Mineras noticed the cute smirk wash across nurse Smyth’s face when doctor Louan Daoh Mien stuffed his lubed finger into his rectum during one of his many exams he thought, “I will have to feel that gooey jelly for the rest of the day. Yvonne Smyth is surely getting a thrill out of this I bet she wishes she was the one doing the fingering.â€Â
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“Well your smooth in there no ridges, tight rings, or lesions.†Dr. Mien informatively said as he pulled off his latex gloves then looked at the charts saying as if talking to him self, “one thirty nine over seventy, ninety nine at one hundred percent, heart rate steady at ninety seven per.†He paused surveyed then looked at Greg, “All your chem. levels are at acceptable levels. How have you been sleeping?â€Â
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“Well okay for being in a hospital where they wake you if they get an itch. Hey Doc I’ve never heard of anybody getting pneumonia from being intubated for a few days.†Greg questioned.
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Greg watched as nurse fiddled with his meds and when he started to feel light headed Dr. Mien explained, “Greg take a deep breath and let it out slow.†While Greg exhaled he continued, “It has been much more than a few days the fact is, you have been out for most of the eighteen months you have been here.†He paused while Greg blinked his eyes and looked around the room and when his met the doctor’s he added, “Mr. Mineras you’ve been in and out seventeen times this last one the longest nearly seven weeks, and there is no organic pathology to account for these long stretches of coma.â€Â
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Greg interjected asking, “So that is why I feel so weak?â€Â
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“Yes. Do you remember what we were talking about, the panic attacks?†Dr. Mien asked.
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“Yes. So my wife has been gone for nearly nineteen months and tell me are the cops any closer to finding her.†Greg sarcastically asked.
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“I can’t answer that.†Dr. Mien frankly replied and added, “I’ve had my hands full with you and when they find your wife I will take good care of her too.â€Â
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“I thought I’ve been her for only a couple of weeks and now I find out that I’ve been here for nearly two years; that I nearly died, my wife is still missing, next you’ll say the cops still want to talk to me!†Greg stopped as he started to black out but no buzzers or bells sounded.
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“Just take care of your self for now Mr. Mineras. I can’t begin to understand your dilemma and I am not going to insult you by saying everything will be fine.†He paused as he put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and then somberly added, “but we can be hopeful. Greg I have to catch up with my rounds I will look in on you before my shift ends. Is there anything more I can do for you?â€Â
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“Well if it is all the same to you, you could give me another taste of that stuff you gave me just before you dropped the bomb.†Greg glumly asked.
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“Well nurse Smyth can you arrange that for Mr. Mineras?†Dr. Mien asked.ÂÂ
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“Yes doctor.†She sounded so serious with her reply and when the doctor left she asked, “Do you remember me?â€Â
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“Yes…!†Greg excitedly responded then asked, “I’m sorry but did you ever give me some of Yvonne’s finger pudding?â€Â
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“Oh…! No not now luv they’re too many people on the ward! I could give your fanny a bit of a washing luv would you like that.†Yvonne asked saucily.
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“Please Yvonne that stuff feels so yucky sticky.†Greg replied as he squirmed. It was as if she had a warm washcloth in her hand all along because she had Greg on his side and was done washing his anus and buttocks before he could say whoa. Greg watched Yvonne empty her syringe into his IV, as the warmth started coursing its way through his veins she smiled and asked, “Is that enough luv?â€Â
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“Maybe a little mooorreah…!†Greg just starred blinking slowly as his eyes flitted about the room and his breathing turned rhythmic.
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“I’ll take that as a yes.†She said with a soft giggle tucked him in and as she made the door whispered loud enough for Greg to hear, “I’ll be back luv with a bowl full of Yvonne’s hot finger pudding.â€Â
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Greg watched the walls his head felt like it was slowly spinning; one wall looked like it was going up while the one across from it appeared to going down, the other two were going side ways in converging directions. When he looked at the floor, it was sloped away from him while the ceiling had a big bowing belly in it. The crisp lining around the clouds had a dancing line of stars, hearts, and little crescent moons each following the other as they danced over the sun lit edges of the clouds. Tinkling bells played a melody he couldn’t name or place where he heard it but he knew the song. Slowly the clouds changed from a creamy white, to a stormy gray and they started to race by; and as they changed from the stormy gray to a warm pastel red they slowed and their edges became blurry. A tear filled one eye as Lincy’s face appeared in the big soft red cloud and then so many months melted together. He was glad to have the memories to fill his mind, but sad just the same as their life together had been cut short… twice by the same bastard.
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“Hello luv.†Yvonne cheerily called from the door and the bright smile melted to a sincere look of compassion as she stepped closer to the bed she asked as the doctor slinked in behind her syringe in hand, “Oh Greg dear luv what is it?†and she leaned close to comfort his head.
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“I love my wife…!†He wailed as she held him close to her bosom, “I miss her and feel so fearful for her and so very helpless.â€Â
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“Oh luv you just cry it all out we all know how much you love your wife.†Yvonne warmly affirmed then held him until the dose the doctor injected into the IV tube took effect.
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“Well he has gotten a little better.â€Â Dr. Mien remarked as he listened to his heart adding, “Out breaks like this have sent him back into coma.â€Â
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“He really misses his wife.†Yvonne sadly related as she gave him a sponge bath and then agreed, “He has picked up bit of a stride. Will we be able to keep those coppers away from him another day or two?â€Â
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“I’ve already made the notation at the station as well as the main desk, immediate family only for the next few days.†He paused as he reread the chart checked for reaction to light in both eyes then added, “I don’t want him getting upset we could still loose him… he is still very weak from this last coma. I want his range of motion and muscle therapy increased to four twenty minute sessions a day.†And with a last concerned look, he left calling over his shoulder, “Call me if there are ‘any…!’ changes.â€ÂÂÂ
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Yvonne gave Greg’s face another wipe with a clean damp towel and just as she was about to leave Greg groped for her hand and held it as tightly as he could and with his half open eyes begged, “Please Yvonne can you stay just a few more minutes, I need to feel a warm body.†He sounded sedated but he was fighting to stay conscious and dreamily added, “You smell so good to me!†Yvonne allowed him to wrap his arm around her upper thigh, his hand came to rest on the fleshy part of her inner thigh, and with in a few minutes he was sound asleep. She looked at the outline of his penis and smiled as it started to soften.
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“Luv you stay awake for five minutes tomorrow and I’ll give you more than just a feel.†Just before she left, she took a long quaff and knew there was some precum under the blanket then went about her rounds.
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Greg knew he was dreaming when he awoke on the beach with the sun baking his skin and the salty aroma of the ocean wafting through the air. The screech of the gulls mixed with Lincy’s laughter and he rolled onto his side and tried to open his eyes and watch his beautiful wife playing in the sun but all he could see was a blurry mixture of blues, reds, and greens surrounding Lincy her features undistinguishable. His eyes began to burn with tears and his voice was mute when he tried to callout and then the acrid stench of ammonia filled his nose. Greg felt a sharp pinprick in his ear and his head being jolted from the hand slapping his face. As the blurriness cleared there was the nightmarish face again staring at him from over the white mask, through hate filled eyes and her sneering voice sounded as the mask puffed, “Don’t act like the stupid bastard you are or you’ll never smell this again!†and Greg’s assailant stuffed a pair of freshly moistened panties into his face.
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Greg’s eyes filled with tears as he recognized the sweet scent of his wife and how his longing to hear her voice and feel her touch filled his mind and soon gave way to the fearfulness he felt for her and her nightmarish ordeal she was going through and with his voice weak, Greg stammered as he pleadingly assured, “I swear I’ve said nothing to everybody and not a word will I say just ‘please…!’ just please bring my Lincy back home!â€Â
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“You keep your fucking mouth shut!†Growled the fake nurse and with a swish, she was gone.
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It was around dawn the spent men started lounging around the windows or in front of the TVs watching the hounds dragging the women into the back yard; their numbers grew from twelve or thirteen to twenty one or two. There were three or four hounds to each of the women and boy did they look like they were in love. A hodgepodge of flailing tongues, wagging tails, and humping dogs. The women were either on their backs being given tongue baths, or they were on all fours being jostled about as the different hounds vied for the next place in line, or they were being feverishly humped. At one point, all eight women were being madly humped and all of them were making loud wet squelching noises, as the hot wet hard cocks were rapidly being plunged in and yanked back out repeatedly. The hounds too started to slow and their active numbers shrank as they dropped out.
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As the sun climbed into the sky the revelers were all sleeping in a couple of piles in the main room, or outside under the trees, with a few couples scattered about. Occasionally either one of the hounds or one of the two legged hounds would find a open hole and give it a poking, but for the most part the first part of the party was over and just a pile of sweated, cum covered bodies remained. The tables scattered across the room still had scraps of food, and half full bottles and glasses; here a plate and there a bowl, a glass here and a bottle there. The revelers had really made a mess; the house was rife with the stale smell of both female and male sweat, urine, and cum, as well as a hodge podge of food and drink.
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Soon a man stirred to go outside causing a ripple effect soon everyone was stirring and finding there way into the afternoon sun. The women squatting pissing, the men finding a tree and pissing, and the hounds covering up the humans’ scents with theirs. Mort, Candy, Missy, Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were stretched out in the master’s bedroom. Missy was suckling on Candy’s budding clitoris as she slipped Father’s organ in and out of her sore looking vagina.
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Mort’s cock suddenly stiffened and Candy asked, “Please Father give this seed to Missy.†Missy rolled onto her belly when she saw Father looking at her and knew he was close. When Candy jumped off, she tensed when Mort fell on her stuffing his ejaculating organ right inside her. He grunted loudly spraying spit all over Lincy’s back as the last of his sperm gushed out and his body went limp. He rolled onto his back and ordered, “Mother Tessa and Annie get Candy and Missy swaddled up and cart Missy back to the pens…!â€Â
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“No…! No…! Father let me help you have sex with any of the women here I just want to give you pleasure!†Candy interjected excitedly pleading.
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“You be a good girl and do as you are told. I will spend the night with you tonight.†Mort softly admonished then kissed her little feet and watched them being wrapped up tightly. He kissed them both on the forehead and watched as Missy was being wheeled out.
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Mort Dray stood on the porch overlooking the main grounds stroking his semi hard penis and watching the animals playing their games as they romped about. The four-day orgy had them all moving a little slower then usual and he beamed a hearty smile as he recalled being told the insemination had taken in all six women. He knew the six women would soon start showing signs of being pregnant. They brought the total up to thirteen of the twenty-seven captives were now impregnated. The illegal baby trade was netting him more than he ever thought it would, but he still bread and boarded dogs, trained them and sold them. A warm smile beamed as he watched Brutus and Ester starting their mating dance the warm weather had caused Ester to come into season; the last litter she had, netted him over five thousand dollars. He smiled broadly as he watched Ned and Reb getting the vaginal and seminal juices licked from their groin by Ophelia, and Sabrina both female Wolf and Dane mixed.
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Juicy Lucy kissed him on the foot and rubbed her face along Mort’s leg as she drew closer to his hairy scrotum. Her licking and kissing began to sound wet as she neared his cluster. Mort looked at her darkening hair that was beginning to cover her alabaster skin. Mort quivered as she suckled his hairy scrotum. He cast a lingering gaze watching Luscious leisurely mounted Lassie, a loud wet squelch sounded when he thrust his large cock into her womb. Without moving, he held her tightly and just slowly licked her neck and ear. There in the bright sunlight next to the tall Oak tree were Artemis and Tiberius standing butt to butt their tongues flailing as the two hounds panted from exhaustion after mating, Artemis had just came into season too and Tiberius had been trying to bone her all week and took the opportunity offered as Luscious was busy mating with Lassie.
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A loud wet gasp sounded from Lucy causing Mort to look down and there was Thaddeus eagerly tonguing her vagina and buttocks. A bright light flashed in Mort’s mind blinding him and when it dimmed he saw his van parked on the side of a road and he was standing next to it looking at a patrol woman and then a loud voice rang out, “you’ll take her and find a new friend.†He opened his eyes just as his sperm gushed into Lucy’s mouth oozing down her chin and watched as Thaddeus’s forceful humping turned convulsive and his grunting turned desperate and loud. Lucy’s cheeks puffed around Mort’s shaft as she gasped from her orgasm. The three of them quieted and remained motionless while they savored the moment.
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Lucy fell to the ground when Thaddeus yanked his softened cock from her vaginal well, her eyes rolled back while his tongue slathered across her vagina lapping up the thick congealed juices. Mort looked at Thaddeus, he looked back his ears cocked forward licking the sweet glaze from his jowls.
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Inside Mort’s mind, he watched a flower blossoming with each of his victims and his pets’ faces appearing on the peeling petals. His pets bouncing and playing or giving him sugar, and his victims with the dazed look of disbelief as he bounced his fist across their cheekbone, and then their look of total submission. Candy’s scent drifted from the bedroom, brought Mort back from his dream, and he headed to the bedroom. He saw mother Becca enticingly holding her free nipple dripping with her milk and he watched as Ned noisily suckled from the other then he too started suckling and swallowing her sweet tasting cream. When Ned started making her suck his cock Mort slowly walked into the bedroom and there was Mother Tessa fingering Candy’s vaginal folds while she drank from her weeping nipple.
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“She is really close to cumming,†Announced Mother Tessa in a warm soft voice. Mort looked at her, smiled and watched while Candy’s toes wriggled with excitement and looked at her juices weeping from her vagina. He listened as Tessa noisily slurped them up. Candy’s back arched as he slid his turgid fat cock into her womb giving Candy a few deep thrusts and he let out a few loud and quick breaths while expelling his sperm. Candy’s body jostled Tessa’s as she writhed from pleasure within Tessa’s grasp.
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“That was beautiful Father the two of you came at the same time.†Tessa salaciously observed and kneeled waiting for him to withdraw his penis so she could lick it clean. Phoebe padded into the room and waited next to Tessa and when she started licking the juices from Mort’s penis Phoebe began to feed on the sperm oozing from Candy’s open vagina. Mort began vigorously masturbating and quickly started ejaculating into Tessa’s open mouth, and as his climax eased he groaned, “Take it all, take it all the way down.†And sighed loudly as she slid the full length of his softening shaft into her throat. When Tessa started to quake from not breathing he pulled out saying, “Look!†and there was Phoebe laying on her back and whining.
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“I think she wants me the give her a little sweet and low.†Tessa saucily remarked.
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“I think you are right let me watch.†Mort salaciously agreed. His penis turned hard briefly, as he watched Tessa’s tongue slithering over the Phoebe’s genitalia and massaging the hound’s rows of wriggling titties. He laughed as Phoebe let out a loud groaning whine of approval and lick at the air.
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Mort walked out to the porch and sat in the hot sun closing his eyes he saw the blossom again only this time Carol the waitress he just met, her face was in the middle with Candy’s face on all of the surrounding pedals. Then a blinding light shined and he saw the little mole on Carol’s neck and remembered she had been one of his original victims. Mort’s penis turned quite turgid and ached as he remembered how easy and how quickly she learned her lessons. She was so willing to please that he never had to punish her. Then the world spun and warbled and with a sudden jolt stopped and in his head he heard “go now!†a wet smile washed across Mort’s face and he yelled out, “Jerry gas up the van!†and as he rushed into the house yelled at the door, “Jerry double up on the meds, ropes, and gags!â€Â
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Lincy was sleeping on the grass and partially covered gravel when a loud metallic clanging woke her. She started to jump to her feet but the top of her cage knocked her back to the ground and she sat there blinking her eyes in disbelief but thankful she was no longer in the isolation box. She was surprised to see that Brutus was nowhere to be seen as she thought he was licking her ear just before she was rested from her sleep. The evil laughter filtered through the hedge row that separated the isolation cells from the rest of the farm; though she could not see what was happening she knew all too well, the sounds of the woman violently vomiting reminded her of both her first and second stays. Her skin where the welts use to be itched, when Lincy heard the sharp cracks of the whip, soon the smell of rancid feces filtered through the hedge as did the woman’s pleading sobs as she begged for the torment to stop. Lincy started to cry for her as she remembered how much like her the strange woman’s pleading sounded.
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Then the sounds of the continuing orgy filtered from the house and back yard made her wish she was still there. Lincy knew that there was only four or five women to service the nearly thirty males two or four legged males and the thought of having several cocks waiting for their turn made her ache deep inside her womb and she pressed her face to the wire fence. She started sniffing madly at the air hoping to catch Brutus’s scent but the wind was blowing in the wrong direction. Then Lincy saw three of the hired hands walking in the direction of her cage she knew they were coming to test her and see if Father’s sperm took hold.
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“Come on out here you,†ordered the man opening the cage door.
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“Get over here and suck this hard cock.†Ordered another as he unzipped his pants and pulling out his already hard dick, Lincy quickly obeyed, crawled over, sucked the man’s penis into her mouth, and eagerly started bobbing her head up and down. They all looked on and jeered as she gagged when the hand shoved his long fat cock deep into her throat.
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“Hey give me that tester she pissed when you gagged her!†excitedly remarked one of the onlookers as he held it next to her urethra ordered, “Now make her gag again.†He quickly buried the length of his shaft causing Lincy to retch and dry-heave. “Perfect!†Brayed the man testing her. After a minute passed he announced, “The bitch is knocked up so we can fuck her if we want.†Lincy knew Father’s seed had taken in her belly long before the three of them happened to the cage. She was full of both rage that he had gotten her pregnant again and glad that she was again pregnant and able to pleasure Father in any way she could.
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“Come on hurry up I want to cum in her mouth too you know!†the third man impatiently prodded and then added, “This bitch belongs to Brutus and we didn’t bring any food or dog bones.â€Â
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“Will you shut up I am close!†grunted the man shoving his cock into the back Lincy’s throat. Then his movements turned jerky and strained as spit sprayed from his mouth, a long grinding animalistic groan sounded and Lincy made slurping noises as she swallowed his ejaculate.
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“My turn man, come on let me get some!†excitedly claimed the impatient hand and then ordered as he stepped in close after the first man backed away, “Now don’t spill a drop!†and slipped his hard cock into her sperm coated mouth.
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“‘Oh man…!’ The bitch is creaming, mind if I fuck her while she sucks you off?†excitedly asked the man standing behind her jacking off.
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“Sure go ahead,†answered the man now getting his penis sucked. Both men were pumping as fast as they could cumming in just a few minutes laughing at the sounds Lincy made as she swallowed the one man’s sperm.
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As they locked her back in her cage and walked off one of them bragged, “Hey we came at the same time!â€Â
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“No fucking way you came way before me because you started after me.†Argued the other and walked away.
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“Just keep on walking here comes Brutus.†Alerted one of the men and kept walking.
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“Did you unlock the dog door?†Asked the tester.
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“Of course not Mort said to leave it locked.†He sarcastically replied.
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“Man that is one horny bitch look at her pace!†Remarked the tester.
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“Yea she can’t see him but she knows he is up wind from her!†excitedly remarked the first man.
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Lincy was pacing up and down as she anxiously waited for Brutus, and when she caught sight of him she started pissing all over the ground as she danced in circles. He quickly started spraying his scent all over the ground and fence when he couldn’t enter the pen. Lincy hungrily watched as he licked his red meaty cock. He just sat and looked at her with his tongue flailing as he panted. She watched as he sniffed at the ground next to him and Lincy knew to lie next to him but couldn’t but lay down as close to him as the fence would permit.
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Lincy awoke with a start found Brutus gone and then another shrieking scream sounded. Lincy knew what was happening the orgy was ending with one of the new victims being taken from the isolation box tied to a pole and raped by Father’s hounds while everyone looked on. When the shrieking turned into blubbering sobs begging them to stop Lincy knew that one of the hounds had mounted her bitten and bleeding body and plunged his huge cock into her. The muscles around her clitoris turned taut and she squeezed her clitoris when the scent of Brutus’s sperm drifted into her nose. She could hear the loud wet squelch sound as he yanked free, and her loud grinding groans as another hound lumbered onto her back. Lincy closed her eyes and could see exactly what was happening because she had watched other victims being initiated as well as being a victim and going through the initiation twice.
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A drool slipped through her lips as she caught the scent of Thaddeus’s semen and then Claudius’s, and T-rex’s seed soon wafted through the air. Her loin turned hot as she listened to the noises the hounds made, the jeering cheers from the hands, and how the groans from the victim turned into moans and sighs of surrender. Lincy’s thigh glistened with a thick viscous coating of her vaginal juices as she eagerly sniffed at the air searching it for the parade of different smells coming from the hounds spilling their seed, and her longing for it to be spilled in her womb grew.
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Gone from her mind was the humiliation of having dogs fucking her, gone was the shame of having all those jeering onlookers gawking at her while she obediently performed her duties, and the disgust of having so many different men taking turns at filling her with sperm. Gone were the memories of her husband and her love for him was just a faded thought, but his scent was etched into her mind. She had forgotten what her house looked like only what the yard looked like, and where the trees were and how many. She remembered which of her neighbors kept dogs as pets and she could smell them all of them.
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All Lincy wanted to do and all she thought about now, was to give pleasure to anybody man or beast and take their seed anywhere they wanted to put it. Her love for Brutus had grown and longed for him when he was away. The scraps of food left in her bowl had begun to taste good. The square box she shared with Brutus felt like her home and the caged pen felt like her yard. A drool ran down her chin as she watched Brutus licking his wet, red, penis and her groin filled with longing when he looked up at her. They both looked at the van as it started down the driveway and a tear slipped across Lincy’s face as she watched Father driving off.
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Any resemblances to reality are completely coincidental this is a fictional story. I hope you have enjoyed it a forth and final chapter is being roughed out. I welcome feedback and any reasonable e-mail will be responded to. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com or to the pm available at this site.
