It was a normal day when Mary woke up. She took her shower, got dressed, and ate her breakfast. When she started out for work, a woman approached her asking for directions. She parked her van next to Mary's car. When Mary turned to face her, the van's side door flung open and a man pulled her into the van. The woman ran around to the driver’s door, hopped in, and drove off. She drove for about 2 hours to the middle of nowhere:
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woman died quickly once the injection given took hold of her. She was soon out like a light. The man in the back of the van with Mary grinned as he started to remove her clothes. Starting with her blouse, he snatched it open so hard, buttons flew everywhere. He grabbed her titties hard thru her bra, squeezing her nipples in between his fingers. She laid there motionless. He crushed her ample breast under his massive hands some more before moving down to her mini skirt. He pulled her skirt and panties below her knees, past her ankles, and pulling off her shoes all in one process. He opened her legs to reveal the most perfect pussy he has ever seen. He sat and stared at it for about five minutes before he could bring himself to touching it. When he finally did, he carefully ran he hand over her perfect mound and felt her warmth. Passing his hand further into her pussy, he felt her wetness. Even though she was asleep, her pussy was on autopilot. The more he rubbed, the more her pussy responded. He now has her butt ass naked, massaging oils into her skin, while preparing her for tonight's ceremony. He started in on the pussy again, but by now (an hour into the trip) Mary started to wake up. He already tied her to the bed, not that she was in any shape or had the strength to move. Slow on realizing what was going on, she felt the strange man's fingers moving in and out of her pussy. She also felt the wetness her pussy was providing him. She started to get scare as her mind began to clear. Then the screaming started again. He then put this device in her mouth, which covered her teeth but opened her mouth wide. Since her tongue was allowed to move freely in her mouth, her screams sounded more like loud moans. He attached a clip to each of her nipples and then on her clit. They were all attached by wires to this little pack in the middle. The man then went to the front of the van and all of a sudden, her nipples and clit were vibrating. Slowly the vibrations started, then gradually more intense. It had got to the point where she was lost in the lust and forgot about the fact she was being kidnapped and possibly raped. She felt herself climaxing and started moaning louder. When the man heard this, he turned the dial on the remote to max. Mary started to convulse in cuming bliss. She though she would go crazy. The more she came, the harder the vibration was, and the harder it became to fight the urge to climax. Unable to endure the unbearable pleasure, she screamed for him to stop. She could take no more. However, the torture went on. Right when she though she would pass out, the vibrations stopped. She slowly feels her body calming down, enough to realize where she was, and where she was was not a nice place.
She then heard them talking in the front of the van but could not make out the words. The ones she could recognize, she did not hear enough to understand what was being said. About a half hour later she felt the van turn right unto a gravel road and fifteen minutes later it came to complete stop. The sun was bright and the air was crisp. When the door to the van opened, Mary was temporarily blinded. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw both her capturers. The woman was thin and slender, a gap between her thighs and size 36d cup at least. The man was tall and husky. A big man, not fat, and a nice six pack. He pulled Mary out of the van and immediately. Her nipples stood erect from the cold air and her clit was tingling. Her legs were weak also from the torture of the climaxes that ripped thru her body. He walked her to the big farmhouse and she noticed that she could only see houses in the far distance. She realized that no one would hear her screams. She could die and no one will know. She walked up the stairs and into the house. They took her to this room on the main floor. When the doors opened, a huge room unfolded before her. In the room was a long chair with an Ottoman attached, but made extra long in one corner, and a birthing chair in the corner just adjacent to the chair. On the other side of the room, chains and handcuffs hanging from the walls and ceiling. In a hutch built in the wall were all kinds on dildos and oils. On the other wall were all different kinds and sizes of whips. She walked into the room and was guided toward the birthing chair and told to climb in. She did as she was told. Scared to death, but more scare of what might happen if she did not do as they say. Once she was in the chair, she spread her legs to go into the stirrups for her legs. The woman strapped her legs down and opened the stirrups as far as her legs would allow. It pushed her legs apart and back at the same time, so she was completely open. Her pussy and ass hole exposed to the world. She then tied Mary's wrist together behind her back, pushing her titties straight out and tilting her head back. She was posed for the taking. Access to any hole she has and titties begging to be abused. Putting a pillow under her head so she can see the festival before the ceremony, Mary found out exactly what was in store for her. She was scared now.
The man stood in front of Mary and ran his hands all over her body. He then sat down in the chair that was right in front of her. He put his hands on her pussy and started massaging it. He pulled the lips apart, pulled back the hood over the clit, and sucked it. Biting on her clit and pulling on it put Mary into frenzy. Her body started shaking and bouncing. He made her cum in five minutes. He slowly licks her juices when he heard his wife's voice instructing the girl on the night's festivities.
"For tonight we will have you for dinner. We will suck you, fuck you, and then the real fun began." The woman stared to undress and Mary sees her breast. They were huge, 38dd at least. She had a V-shaped frame and shapely hips. and a round ass. Mary was jealous just looking at her. She could not believe she was actually looking at this woman like this but with this man sucking her pussy, she could not think of anything else but sex. She hears the woman saying, “We're going to fuck you so hard in your pussy and ass and mouth. You will have cum dripping out of every hole on you. Your pussy and ass will be stretched passed their limits. You will cum and squirt constantly. You will not be allowed to move so this will also be your bathroom. Our master loves the smell of cum and urine. The more on and in you, the happier he will be. That means we will be rewarded for our efforts. At mid-night you will be completely ready to meet your new master." She finished undressing and Mary noticed that not only did she have huge breasts; she also had a huge dick. It was 15" long and 6" thick. She pulled her dick up and showed Mary a hot juicy pussy underneath. It took Mary's breathe away. She never even heard of anything like this; much less saw anything like this. Then the woman turned around, bent over, and showed Mary she also had an ass hole. Mary was truly in shock. Then the woman started playing with herself. Jerking herself while finger fucking her own pussy. She was moaning and Mary could not help but rub her pussy against the man's mouth. The woman was making Mary very horny. She could not control herself. Then the man stopped sucking and the woman took his place.
He then started removing his clothes and to her surprise, he was bigger than she was. Eighteen inches long and 8" thick, this muthafucka was hung like a horse. He started rubbing up and down his enormous cock. It's getting harder and harder, protruding from his body. He had the biggest nipples she has ever seen on a man. He had eraser size nipples. , very big for a man. He walks over to Mary, takes his cock, and pushes it into the woman's pussy. Both of them begin to moan loud and hard. The woman says, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard with that big fat dick". He pushes his dick deep into her. He penetrates her so deep; it sends a sharp pain through the woman. She yells as he rams his dick deep inside her harder and harder. The woman sucks Mary's pussy deeper and more fiercely as the thrust get harder in her. Mary cannot move a muscle. All she can do is rock her hips back and forth. Mary moans louder as she feels the thrust from the man into the woman while the woman sucks the shit out of her pussy. The man is ready to come, and snatches his dick out of the woman's pussy and walks by Mary's face and jerks off. An immense amount of his juices explodes all over Mary's face and titties. He then returned to the woman's pussy and his dick grew harder as he fucked her some more. He was ready to fuck Mary's tight cunt.
The woman stood up and the two started kissing. Mary watched intensely. Suddenly she realizes nothing was licking her, touching her, or vibrating her. She was starting to miss the object assaulting her body. She watched as the two rubbed and caressed each other. Then the man got on his knees and sucked the woman's dick. She could not believe it but also not only was she watching a man suck a real dick, she was also turned on by it. Her pussy began to pulsate and she felt herself getting wet. She could hold back no longer. She let herself go. Allowing herself to enjoy what was happening to her since it was going to happen anyway. Telling herself, she should fell no guilt for this. She was forced into this situation. This was nothing she asked for. While she watches the man suck this woman's dick, she saw the woman grab the back of the man's head and shoved her dick down his throat. You can see his throat swell when she inserted her dick and go back to normal when her dick was removed. She fucked him hard in his mouth and he gagged a few times but he wanted more. She took hold of his head and rammed her cock as far as she could and came down his throat. He grabbed her ass and dug deep into it. , trying to take her whole dick in his mouth. When she finished, he stood up and walked over to Mary, put his mouth on her pussy, and smeared cum all over it. The woman's dick was extremely hard now and both of them are ready to fuck this bitch. First up was the woman. She rubbed the tip of her dick up and down Mary's pussy. When it was nice and wet, she pushed it in Mary pussy hard and deep. Mary screams as the woman's dick tears thru her. The woman spares no mercy. She fucks Mary like a dog. Ramming in her, not caring if she is hurting Mary or not. "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, please stop." Mary screams. The woman just fucks her harder. Squeeze her titties hard. sucking and biting her nipples, while forcing her cock in her raw. The woman then shoved her cock deep in Mary and start grinding her. She pushed the base of her dick against Mary's clit and grind faster. Mary was shaking now as her climax built deep within her. The woman pushed harder and deeper as Mary began to come. She started cuming when she felt her bladder was full. Unconsciously she could not bring herself to pee. Nevertheless, the woman did not let up. When she realized Mary had to come, she dug deeper, pushing harder against her bladder. Mary's pussy was on fire. Her bladder hurt from needing to be relieved. Her pussy lips throbbed because of all the sensations that were hitting her pussy at once. Before she knew it, her bladder betrayed her and released her piss all over the woman's cock. The woman was over overjoyed to feel the warm piss pushing its way down her dick, into her own pussy, and ending at her ass hole. The woman loved this: her motto was "the wetter the better". She then started her own accent into climax heaven. The woman buried her dick into Mary's pussy and dug her nails deep into Mary's ass for support, took Mary's nipple in her mouth and bit down. She then exploded in Mary’s pussy. Thru the woman's own delight, she fucks Mary with all she had. When she came, she followed it up by pissing all in her pussy. Before letting the man have his turn, the woman finished by pissing all over Mary's face and breast.
Next was the man's turn. He chose a very virginal place to perform his duties. Using the piss and cum running out of Mary's pussy, he ran the tip of his dick over her ass hole. It was so tight. He played with her little brown flower with his finger and barely got in. He slid his middle finger in and out of her ass hole until it was extremely moist from the piss and cum; he felt her ass was ready for raping. He pushed the tip of his dick in her ass. Mary's ass fought against the foreign invader from entering her most forbidden place. He kept pushing till the head of his cock popped in. Mary started screaming blood murder. Tears began to stream down her face and begged him to remove his dick. “You're killing me. You are killing me. Take it out. Take it outâ€Â, "damn it, shit, you're fucking my ass", "no, no, no". The man ignores her cries and tears, and fucks the shit right out of her ass. He will stuff her ass with every inch of his dick and hold it there. He started smacking her titties. He took one in his hand, pinching and smacking each one until they were bright red. Pulling on them, he began sucking and biting on them. The woman stood over Mary and sat her pussy in Mary's face. "Suck my pussy bitch. I better feel your tongue all over my pussy and ass hole." She rubbed her pussy against Mary's face and Mary sucked it. She licked all over it. , and sucked cum from her ass hole. The woman was jerking her dick and watch, as Mary's ass was being torn open. She then leaned down and sucked Mary's pussy in a 69 position. The woman sucked Mary's pussy hard while shoving her cock down Mary's throat. Mary did not know what to do. Her pussy was crazy; her ass was on fire; and her mouth was hurting. She started to cum again. Squirting and pissing all over his dick and in the woman's mouth. The man could not hold back any longer. He came in her ass while ramming his cock in her ass. He went crazy. Pounding in her deep in her bowls, He spread her legs wider and dug deeper in her when he started pissing. Almost finish, he pulled it out her ass, walked to her face and put his dick in her mouth. "Suck your ass off my dick," he said. Sticking it deep in her throat, he began pissing again. Choking her on his piss, he pulled out long enough for her to breathe, and then he stuck it back down her throat. He fucks her mouth, and his dick was ready to come again. His wife was fucking the girl’s ass now and while her husband fucked her mouth, she started cuming. Hearing his wife cum, he released his load. Jets of hot cum shot down Mary's throat and he dumped a lot of cum into her stomach. Both him and his wife pulled their dicks out of Mary, stroked themselves and came all over her again. When they finished pissing on her, they noticed the witching hour was approaching. They needed to set things up.
Mary will soon Meet The Master - HAROCKICOCK.......................................
She was walking down the dark street, slightly drunk. It was almost midnight and, Carey was her name, she could sense the same presence she'd sensed in the bar and as she had left her appartment earlier. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. Her pace quickened, she was only one block from her appartment.
What she couldn't see in the dim light given by the streetlamps was the tall dark figure in the alley across the street.
She was relieved when she walked in the large silent building, she felt a little more calm and decided to take the elevator instead of the stairs for once. She had a great fear of larger and stronger men, and that was pretty much all the residence staying in her appartment buildin
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g, so she never took the elevator in fear one may attack her while they're alone. A silly superstition she knew.
As she fumbled with her key in the lock she felt the same, familiar presence nearby. She finally slid the key in the doorknob opened the door, as she did so her purse fell on the ground. As she bent down to pick it up she felt a large, strong manly hand grope her ass and another slap tight across her mouth as she opened it to scream in fear.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be" a deep voice growled at her from behind, definetly a man. She was still bent over, the crotch of his pants rubbing softly against the butt of her dress. Her whole body was trembling, Carey had never been more scared in all her life.
He pushed her in hard from behind, forcing her to fall forward and narrowly miss hitting her head on the oposit wall, but she hit the floor with a hard Thud all the same, he entered her appartment slowly, examining the couch and bedroom down the hall especially as he advanced on her, always keeping her in eyes view.
"Please! Take anything you want, just don't hurt me!" She pleeded. His laugh was hollow and cold. It made her shudder. He stepped ut of the shadows finally and she saw his face, it was lean and detailed. His hair was a deep shade of brown, but his eyes were the worst part, they had no love in them...they were very cold, reminded Carey of ice. It was time for the taunts to begin:
"So carey" He sneered, " Out of your 3 holes how many have been fucked?" She starred up at him in fear, too scared to even move. His mocking smile faded and he was frowning. "What? Not the talking type....Carey" Her eyes widened as her name echoed through her head. How could he know her name? Was he stalking her? Carey started backing up now, and he just continued advancing, he was standing right over her when her back met the wall behind.
"Don't run from me bitch!" He spat at her. She wimpered and could do nothing more than wimper against the wall. He slapped her across the face hard. Her head flew violently to the side with the blow. He opened his pants while she recovered from her daze, revealing a massive 9 inch cock. Carey opened her mouth to scream, and he shoved his member down her throat to tranquilize the noise, the scream instead was used to his advantage as it vibrated his cock in her mouth. He could feel some teeth and he kicked her hard, the teeth retreated. "Suck it you slut!" She had never given a man head before, and she was scare he may hurt her, so she obeyed his commands. Only going on what she has seen in movies, Carey sucks his cock, licking and sucking hard on his now erect cock. His head was pointed towards the ceiling, moaning with his eyes shut. "Not to hard luv" He muttered as she kept going, he wasn't holding her in any way and she could feel herself getting excited to see him enjoying it. She didn't ENJOY being violated but she felt she was accomplishing something.
It was only after 3 minutes she felt a great warmth in her mouth, she could feel and taste his hot, sticky sperm running down her throat. He pulled away and demanded she swallow it ALL. She shook her head defiantly, disgusted with the taste, and started spitting on the carpeted floor. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and slapped her harder than before. "I said swallow BITCH!" he screamed. She stared for a moment, and with another threatening look from those...piercing eyes she reluctantly contracted the muscles in he throat, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat. After it all went down she collapsed on the floor.
"Tasts good doesn't it?" He jeered. She was tired and couldn't manage to get the words out so she shook her head roughly from side to side. He crossed the room and threw some pillows off the couch. Carey didn't pay any attention though, she just layed in the same spot on the floor until his great, strong arms came and lifted her up in one quick motion. The rapist threw her onto the couch, she made a move to run but he slammed her back down, punching her hard in the gut. She was winded, and could do nothing more than sit there and catch her breath. The tall man didn't even let her do that, his dick was once again hard and ready for more, she couldn't believe the recovery speed! His hands were on the back of her knees and pulling her ankles up over his broad shoulders, forcing her legs wide open. Her silky dress slipped down and bunched on her stomach, revealing her red, silk thong. He grinned at her sexy, smooth legs. "Damn....you have a great choice of lingerie!" He said triumphantly. He pulled her thong up her legs, near his face and with a motion removed them completly. He goggled her clean shaven pussy for a moment then moved in closer so his massive, erect cock was at the entrance to her cunt. He teased her while watching the reaction on her face change as he poked the head of his cock in slowly, the expression on her face for this was pain. Carey was OH so tight, she was a virgin. A 20 year old virgin holding out for when she got married. "How old-fashioned of you! Well...it's always lovely to steal an unwilling woman's innocence!" He smiled in his evil way again, it made her wimper and cringe in fear, and that only got him EVEN MORE worked up. Carey was tired from struggling up until then, it only made him hurt her again. She was very sensitive about her virginity though and it made her reach up and start hitting him. A futile effort. He simply moved forward quickly, slamming her arms down hard into her chest making her yelp in pain while her soft and delicate breasts were being crushed by this montrous man! He seemed to like it, as he played with them through her dress, massaging them gently. Aa greedy look in his eyes "N-no! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't take away my innocence...m-my pride!" She cried out. He laughed and very suddenly shoved his whole 9...now 10 inches deep into her tight virgin pussy. She screamed in pain, it was a humiliating action! She was ashamed as the pain mixed with a new pleasure she had never felt before! The rapist saw this and that only made him go harder, faster and DEEPER into Carey! She cried and moaned in turn with his poundings. After 10 minutes of her humiliation they BOTH reached climax, their cum mixing together in one great swirl of warm liquid over his, now limp, cock. She kept her eyes tight shut after he had pulled his once pulsing dick out of her with a great sigh of contentment. He re-zipped his pants and kissed her lips soflty, muttering in her ear "You were amazing, maybe we can do this again sometime" And he was gone. They had both received their pleasure that night, turning her into the woman she is today. Carey never did see her rapist again.....but he saw her.
t and miserable day, and the wind blew her long blond hair into her eyes. The Hon. Mary Victoria Sanderson was walking down the quarter of a mile long drive that led to her home Sanderson House.
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She saw it looming up in front of her as she approached; although it had been her family’s home for hundreds of years she had hardly spent any of her life there.
 As soon as she was old enough she had been sent away to a private girls school where she had stayed until she was eighteen. She had only come home at the holidays, and consequently had very little deep emotional ties to her family or the house.
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Her mother was a widow, as her father had died years ago. Mary had been deliberately kept away from the male sex all her life and apart from the stories that the girls told each other, her only experience of sex had been kissing and fondling the other girls in her dorm at night.
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She was a tiny young girl who still didn’t look eighteen even though her breasts were the biggest in her class, and she was secretly mortified to realise that she would have to show ID if she wanted to obtain any of the things that her bigger taller friends could get easily.
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Even her breasts had been an embarrassment at school as although she was an excellent horsewoman all the judges noticed were her big bouncy breasts, which her sports bra did little to conceal or control.
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She had just started university and the sight of so many boys rushing around had quite overwhelmed her.
She was distracted from her daydream by a man’s voice coming from an old car approaching her down the drive. She recognised the man as the grounds-man, Vince something or other and waited until it pulled up beside her.
After a short conversation she got into the car and it drove off.
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After about ten minutes the car pulled into a driveway of a bungalow just on the outskirts of the town.
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Everything was going to plan, Vince was shaking with excitement at the thought of pleasures to come, and the stupid young cow had fallen for his story about her mother taking his wife, who worked as a cook at the house, to Hospital.
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As her mother’s grounds-man Mary took his story at face value when he said he had offered her mother that he would pick her up and take her to meet her at the Casualty Department.
Even when he had turned into the driveway she had accepted the excuse that he was just dropping off a tool he had borrowed from the owner.
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Only when the automatic garage doors had opened as his car approached them had she queried his actions and by then they were inside the garage and the doors had closed behind them.
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At last he could drop the pretence and drag her out of the car into the playroom he had prepared for her.
She struggled furiously as he handcuffed her to the steel bed.
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He had watched the stuck up little whore on her rare visits home, and when she noticed him at all she would usually say something to him in that posh public school voice of hers that made it obvious that she thought she was better than he was.
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With the aid of a ladder had often watched her through her bedroom window at night. She always had a bath every night and would walk about in her bedroom stark naked.
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He was amazed at the size of her tits compared to the rest of her body, she was a tiny girl with a lovely tight little arse. He had even managed to take a few pictures of her for his private collection. However being up a ladder looking through a window was not the same as having his hands on her.
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He believed that Mary would wriggle her tight arse at him as she walked past his house in the grounds, and once he was sure that she had pretended to drop something on the ground just so she could bend over and show him her white knickers.
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She took after her mother, Lady Patricia who was also a tiny woman with large breasts.
He had seen her mother sunbathing in her enclosed private garden through a knothole in the fence.
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Thinking she was unobserved she had taken her bikini off and he had seen her heavy breasts with the big rubbery nipples as she rubbed oil into them. When she rolled onto her back he had a good view of her hairy cunt, he had wanked until he’d come over the fence.
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Vince looked down at the girl as she struggled on the bed, he had gagged her before taking off her jacket and slapped her to stop her annoying pleading and crying, and the sight of her totally helpless turned him on in a big way.
‘Shut up you fucking little tart, you are going to get what you have asked for and no mistake, you won’t be found until I’m ready for you to be found’ he threatened, producing a sharp knife and sawing through her skirt belt which he threw across the room with her skirt.
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She was now to frightened to move and just lay there in her white cotton bra and knickers.
Vince picked up a Polaroid Camera and took a snap of her.
 He wanted very much to strip her naked and rape her there and then but he had promised himself that he would make this last and he wanted her far more frightened of him than she was at the moment.
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He had planned this for months, renting a bungalow under an assumed name and buying an old car without registering it then as a final safety precaution fitting false numberplates to it. This house and car couldn’t be traced back to him just in case someone had noticed her getting into his car.
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It was also a good address for getting his sex supplies and kiddy porn off the Internet, as even if it were traced the trail would end here.
All in all he felt safe here and had planned the abduction of the girl for the last three months, and when he had completely finished with her he had other little whores on his list to sample.
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He sat on the side of the bed and stroked her lovely smooth legs relishing her cringing away from his touch. ‘Don’t worry he whispered to her you will soon be begging me to touch you nicely like this after a few days in this playroom’.
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She was secured so that her legs were wide apart with her feet cuffed to the sides of the iron footboard.
He leant over her and putting his head between her legs sniffed at the crotch of her panties, she smelt nice, and her panties were pulled up so tightly against her pubes that he could see the outline of her cunt lips.
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Vince licked her crotch slowly feeling the cotton material dampen with his saliva, the more he licked her the clearer he could see her cunt lips and the harder his erection became.
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This was better than a wet t-shirt show he thought and continued to lick her through her knickers.
‘Do you like it when I lick your cunt?’ he asked her.
Mary’s face had gone scarlet with embarrassment, as every time she tried to move her fanny away from his mouth she only seemed to rub it harder against him.
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He rubbed his hand over her pubes and squeezed them then he fondled her soft warm breasts and felt her small nipples through her bra.
She had big tits for a young girl, soft and warm he thought as he handled them.
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He slipped her breasts out of the bra cups and flicked her nipples with his tongue, sucking each of them until they stood up erect.
‘You like the feel of that don’t you’ he whispered to her.
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He decided to fuck her after all and using the knife slowly cut off her bra exposing her naked young breasts and then cutting through the crotch of her knickers bringing her little blond haired cunt into view.
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His hand slipped up her legs until his fingers entered her tight little cunt, he thrust them into her and watched her squirming about. His other hand was squeezing her tits and pinching her erect nipples.
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He took another picture of her then said ‘I’m going to fuck you little Miss High and Mighty’ and stripped off his clothes. His cock was rampant and he rubbed it over her face and mouth.
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He climbed on top of her and stuck his cock between her legs, but she was laying too flat for him to enter her cunt properly.
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Vince gave up on fucking her for the moment and straddled her so his naked arse was sitting on her belly, he stuck his cock between her breasts. He started to wank his cock in front of her eyes to give her a good look at what she was
going to get later.
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Mary stared at his throbbing cock, it was the first one she had ever seen. Other girlfriends had described them to her when they were boasting about their boyfriends, but she was frightened at how thick and long it was.
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He gently slapped her face with his cock and rubbed the shiny knob over her face and lips until she was covered in his juices. He took her gag off so that he could see her expressions clearly.
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Vince threatened to slap her if she didn’t smile for him and when she did he took another picture for his collection.
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In order to get his cock into her cunt he would have to release her legs so he could lift them up. He decided to move her over to the wooden stocks that he had obtained from a sado-masochist website, they had been set low so that anyone in them would have there heads lower than their backsides for maximum debasement. He locked her into
them and studied the effect.
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She was now kneeling on the floor with her head and hands locked into the stocks; her large breasts were dangling, and her naked arse was exposed to view.
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He couldn’t resist giving her naked bum a whack with his cane, and warned her to smile when he took her picture or he would hit her again even harder.
He took another picture of this ensuring she was looking up at him with a tremulous smile on her face.
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Vince then knelt down behind her and put his hands on her tight little arse, it was just as soft and warm as her breasts. Slowly he pulled her bum cheeks wide apart so he could see her cunt and arsehole clearly.
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Her cunt had a thick covering of blonde hair on it but her small pink arsehole was smooth and tight.
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Mary couldn’t believe she was here, kneeling on the floor with her mother’s grounds-man looking at her naked bum, and actually pulling her bum open so he could see everything.
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She had often seen him looking at her as she had to walk past his house in the morning but being a young girl she was more interested in what the latest boy band were up to in the music charts.
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She hadn’t worried at all when he picked her up, as his story seemed to make sense, it was only when they went into the garage that she started to worry and by then it was too late.
She knew that tonight her mother would be visiting her new boyfriend Lord Stanley Orpington, and wouldn’t miss her until she got back at midnight.
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Vince pushed his face between Mary’s bum cheeks and stuck his tongue into her anus licking around the rim of her arse and then pushing his tongue into her vagina.
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Putting the lens of the camera as close as he could he took a picture of her naked cunt and arse.
He couldn’t wait to get his big cock into them both.
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Next to the stocks he had placed a jar of Lubricant and he took a liberal portion onto his fingers and stuck one finger up her cunt feeling it grip his finger tightly as he began rubbing the grease into her cunt lips.
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Mary wriggled about trying to avoid his fingers but she only succeeded in turning him on more as he watched her bum moving in front of his face.ÂÂ
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He then turned his attention to greasing her tight bum hole, if anything this was even tighter than her little cunt, and he could feel it gripping his finger as he moved it in and out until both holes were well greased.
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‘You have big tits are you still a virgin?’ he asked her.
‘Yes’ she sobbed, ‘ how dare you do this to me?’
‘You haven’t sucked a young lads cock, or let him feel your tits?’
‘No I’m not like that’ she replied indignantly, ‘let me go now’.
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‘Well your going to suck my cock, after your cunt and arse have been well fucked’ he chortled.
‘I don’t want to, I want to go home’ Mary sobbed.
‘If you do as I say I’ll let you go afterwards’
‘You promise?’ she said hopefully
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‘Of course ‘ he replied, ‘now hold still while I stretch your arsehole a little bit for later on’ he selected a slim vibrator and switching it on he worked it up into her bottom, it was a very tight fit and the girl moaned as it went up her arse.
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‘Ow! that hurts my bottom’ she complained sulkily.
‘Don’t be a baby’ he chided’ it’s only a bit uncomfortable that’s all. ‘In fact you can show me how good you are at cock sucking now’.
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Leaving the vibrator sticking out of her bum, he moved around to the front of the stocks and knelt down in front of her face. She was a beautiful girl and he had fantasised this scene a hundred times.
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‘Open your mouth wide’ he ordered, and when she had complied he pushed his cock into her mouth, ‘Suck me like a big lollipop’ he told her as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth.
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Her long blond hair dangled down over her face and obscured his view of his cock sticking out of her mouth, He lifted her hair away from her face and threw it back over the wooden beam of the stocks, it was so long it lay across her back.
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Mary had a job getting her mouth to open wide enough to suck his cock, she had to breath through her nose as he kept pushing it in and out of her mouth, it tasted salty and she didn’t like it.
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The feel of her hot mouth on his knob was absolutely fantastic and being new to sucking cock she was sucking him harder than she needed to, which just felt even better.
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When she had sucked his cock for a while he told her to look up at him and took another photo, she had a beautiful heart shaped face and the sight of his cock sticking out of the Hon. Miss Sanderson’s mouth almost made him come there and then.
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Vince pulled his cock out of her mouth and went around to her back.
He pulled the slim vibrator out of her bum and replaced it with a slightly thicker one, again she moaned when he pushed it completely into her, he didn’t want it sticking out of her bum and interfering with his fucking.
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‘Time to fuck your tight little cunt’ he stated, and positioned himself between her legs. His cock was in just the right position to enter her from behind and he put his knob between her small cunt lips and thrust firmly into her hole.
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He felt the resistance as he broke through her hymen causing her to squeal with the sudden pain, and then he was into her cunt all the way.
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His big hairy balls slapped up against her naked arse and he fucked her tight hairy cunt for a good few minutes. It was fantastic, just as good and tight as he had imagined, but he didn’t want to come just yet so he pulled out of her cunt with a lovely squelching sound and took the dildo out of her bum hole.
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Mary was crying with shock and shame as she felt his cock going up into her fanny, it hurt and the feeling of being stretched was unpleasant. As he rammed it into her she was pushed against the wooden stocks, which hurt her shoulders. She was relieved when he pulled his thing out of her, and then pulled the other thing out of her bum.
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‘I’m now going to fuck you up the arse’ he told her so hold still and relax your bum hole.
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He pushed his greasy finger up her bum hole and wiggled it around to make it as wide as he could and then inserted the end of his cock into her bum and pushed hard.
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The girl screamed as his cock thrust up her little arse hole, the grease and stretching had helped prepare her hole but it was still small and tight. Luckily her bum didn’t tear but it still hurt a lot and she started to cry.
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The sound of her crying excited him and he fucked her bum harder, her arse gripped his cock so tightly he was nearly coming so he pulled his cock out of her bum with an audible pop and thrust it back into her cunt.
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It was hot wet and tight and with a gasp he came deep into her womb, filling it with his hot come until his cock went slack and slipped out of her cunt.
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He fell back on the floor in happy exhaustion, while she sobbed in the stocks, her naked throbbing bum in the air and with his come dribbling out of her violated cunt.ÂÂ
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He took another picture of her as he lay there, making sure her tearstained face wasn’t in the frame.
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At last he had got off her, Mary couldn’t believe what he had been doing to her.
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She had never imagined anyone wanting to stick anything up someone’s bum let alone hers, the feeling of his fingers in her bum hole made her feel sick and she would be glad to get out of here and tell the police all about him.
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 She could still feel him inside her and both her holes were sore and throbbing.
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He sat in front of her when he had recovered and laid out the pictures on the floor so she could see them.
‘How would you like your Mother Lady ‘S’ and friends to see these?
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The way you are smiling it looks as if you are enjoying every moment of it.’ Vince asked her.
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To her dismay the photos certainly seemed to show her enjoying her experience. Vince was never shown in the picture, just Mary with her face covered in cock juice, one of her with a vibrator sticking out of her bum, and one of her sucking a mans cock and smiling up at him as she did it.
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The thought of her upright Mother seeing her like that brought her to tears.
‘Please don’t show anyone’ she sobbed.
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‘Well that depends he said if you are a good girl and do as I say then this can be our secret.
All you have to do is keep quite about what we do and come and see me when my wife is out otherwise I’ll post copies of these photos to your family and friends’.ÂÂ
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Mary was so scared at what people would think of her that she agreed to his demands.
Vince unlocked her from the stocks and dressed her in her jacket, blouse and skirt.
‘They shouldn’t notice that you don’t have a bra or knickers on’
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Vince took her out to the car and drove her home; he dropped her off at the end of the drive so she wouldn’t be seen getting out of his car.
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The whole abduction and rape had only taken two hours so her mother wouldn’t know she had been missing.
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Nobody noticed anything amiss and during the next few days the events seemed to become unreal.
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Every Saturday her mother went to the Woman’s Institute with the next-door grounds-man’s wife, and a few minutes after they left Mary heard a knock at the main door and when she opened it Vince was standing there.
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He had a packet of photos in his hand and before she could say anything he walked in to the house and went into the living room.
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‘What do you want? Mother has gone out with your wife’
‘I know’ he smiled ‘I’ve come to fuck you again unless you want her to see these, do you want me to show her?’
‘No, please don’t’ she begged ‘I’ll do anything you ask’
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‘That’s a good girl’ he said ‘ come here’
He made her kneel down in front of him and take his cock out of his zipper he pushed his knob against her mouth and she dutifully opened it and sucked him in.
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She sucked on his cock for a while and didn’t object when Vince stood her up and reaching up under her skirt pulled down her panties.
Once he had given her a good fingering he told her to strip completely naked for him.
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‘Bend over that chair’ he ordered and when she was positioned to his satisfaction he thrust his cock up into her still tight cunt.
She held on tight to the chair as he thrust into her over and over, her vagina had recovered over the past few days but it was still a bit tender and she moaned at the continuing impacts.
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She expected him to continue until he squirted his cum into her, and was surprised when he stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out of her throbbing cunt.
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‘As I intend to fuck you on a regular basis I can’t have you getting pregnant, so I’ll teach you about condoms’
‘I know what a condom is ‘ she said.
‘Have you ever put one on a boys dick?’
‘No, of course not’ she replied indignantly.
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Vince got a condom out of his pocket and described how she should unroll it over his cock, she had it halfway over his hard cock when the flash of his Polariod made her look up in surprise.
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‘I’ve now got a photo of you putting a condom on a mans dick ‘ Vince chuckled, ‘just in case you feel like blabbing to anyone’
‘I wont tell anyone’ she said in a resigned voice.
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‘Make sure you don’t, I hear you are good at riding so now I’m going to lie on the floor and you are going to lower your little cunt onto my dick and ride me like a horsey.’
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Vince got on the floor and made Mary lower herself on his cock; he made her rock back and forth on his cock while he watched her in delight.
As she rode his cock her large breasts bounced about in front of his face, making his cock even more rigid than it was before.
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He couldn’t believe how well things had turned out, he now had his own little sex slave, and he could fuck her any time he wanted to.
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He didn’t have time now to fuck her up the arse but there would be other times and he was enjoying the feel of her juicy cunt slipping up and down his cock.
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It was time to go home, but before he left he made Mary kneel down in front of him with her mouth open while he wanked until he squirted his come into her mouth, he watched while she swallowed it all.
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‘There’s a good girl your mother would be so ashamed of you if she knew, I’ll see you soon’
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Mary knelt on the carpet as he let himself out, her cunt was burning and her mouth tasted of salty fish, she decided to have a bath and went upstairs.
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It soon became a routine thing for Vince to come over on a Saturday when the women were at the meetings and have sex with her.
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The next time he came to see her he took her upstairs to her mothers bedroom and stripped her naked.
 He made her lie on her belly on the bed while he opened her bum cheeks again and greased her arsehole.
He then climbed on top of her and locating his knob into her bum hole he pushed his cock all the way up her arse until his bollocks were crushed against her bum.
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She gave a muffled scream as her face was pressed into the pillow, he held her down while he pounded his big cock into her arse.
He kept on fucking her bum until he shot his load right up her arse.
He laid on top of her as his cock jerked in her bum, only when every drop of come had been squeezed out of his cock did he pull his cock out of her.
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She was crying uncontrollably because her bum hurt so much, she was making so much fuss that Vince decided he would have to stretch her arsehole a lot more before he buggered her again.
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The next time he turned up he brought a buttplug. It was designed to be inserted into the anus as far as it would go and be kept in there all day as the person went about their everyday tasks.
Over a period of time it would stretch their anus to whatever size was required.
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After fucking her cunt he inserted it into her bum and told her to keep it in her bum until he visited her next week.
‘What about going to the loo?’ she asked.
‘Then you take it out and replace it afterwards’ he ordered, ‘Make sure you do it properly and it wont hurt the next time I bugger you’
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‘It feels strange having this up my bottom’ she complained.
‘Just put up with it and shut up’
All that week at University she wore the stretcher, she had to take it out before she went in the showers with the other girls, but she re-inserted it afterwards as ordered.
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Over the next few weeks Vince didn’t fuck her up the arse, but he certainly made up for it with her mouth and cunt.
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He also didn’t like her having hairs on her pubes, and one visit he spent most of the time soaping and shaving her pubic hair until her cunt was as smooth as her bum.
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Once it was smooth enough for him he spent the rest of the time licking her pubes and then turning her over so he could lick her arse.
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Despite herself she secretly enjoyed having her cunt licked, she didn’t mind too much being fucked, but she still didn’t like taking his cock up her bottom.
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When the day came to try out her bum hole she was very nervous, Vince removed the device from her bum and noticed that it had gone in all the way.
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After greasing her anus as usual he was able to slide his cock all the way up her bum with ease, as he was fucking her bum she suddenly felt a wave of sensation explode from her genitals as she experienced her first orgasm.
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Hot juices splashed out of her cunt and wet the sheets of her mother’s four-poster bed as she spasmed in pleasure.
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‘I knew you were a whore all along’ Vince accused her ‘ only a whore would come her cunt when she was being buggered.’
Mary was embarrassed at the mess she had made and thought that perhaps she was a whore for enjoying being fucked.
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After Vince left she quickly remade the bed and had a long bath.
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One Saturday after fucking her, Vince told her that his wife was going to London for the day on Tuesday, and she was to pretend to go to school, but was to go round to his house instead. He had a surprise for her he said.
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Bob
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On the Tuesday she duly left for University as usual but as soon as she was out of sight of her house she cut through the fence that separated the grounds-man’s cottage from the main house and into Vince’s garden, she entered his house through the patio doors and heard him upstairs in his bedroom.
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As she walked into his bedroom she was stunned to see another man talking to Vince, he was a big black man and he watched her as she walked across the room.
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She was still in her University uniform and her big breasts pushed against the material of her white blouse as she moved.
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‘You were right Vince’ he said in awe ‘she is a stunner, and you say she is trained?’
‘Wait and watch’ Vince replied.
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He introduced the man as Uncle Bob and told her she was to do as he told her because he owed Bob a favour and had decided to let him try her out.
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Bob stood up and stood beside Mary, he took off her jacket and ran his hands over her body; he felt the weight of her breasts and slipped his hand under her skirt to feel her cunt.
 She looked at Vince but he just told her to do as Bob said.
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‘Now Mary, Vince tells me you have a lovely tight little bum, is that true?’ ‘ Probably due to all that horse riding’
Mary just nodded she was to embarrassed to speak to the strange man.
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Bob asked her to bend over and touch her toes for him, when she had done so he knelt behind her and ran his hand up between her legs until it was just brushing her crotch.
‘Open your legs ’ he whispered to her.
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She did so and Bob slipped his fingers under her knickers and pulled them down to her knees.
He lifted up her skirt and draped it over her back so he could see her firm naked bum clearly.
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Bob gripped her bum cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart as far as he could.
Mary was red with embarrassment as the man studied her naked bum, she jumped when he inserted his finger into her anus and moved it about.
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‘You have been well buggered haven’t you Mary’ he said as he stood up, well done Vince all you said is true.
Vince was pleased and told Mary to strip naked and get on his bed.
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After she has done this he offered the first fuck to Bob.
Mary watched as Bob stripped off in front of her, she had never seen a black man naked, and was astonished at the size and length of his cock, it was twice as big as Vince’s and Bob made her rub it until it grew even bigger and thicker.
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She couldn’t get his knob in her mouth so she just had to lick it all over.
Bob positioned her on her hands and knees and knelt on the bed behind her.
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He put his fingers into her cunt and started to wank her until her cunt became soft and juicy, when he was ready he withdrew his fingers and pushed his big cock into her cunt, she felt her cunt walls stretching as he fucked her.
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While her cunt was full of his cock he thrust a finger up her bum and wanked her arse as he fucked her cunt, suddenly she felt the same lovely sensation start to sweep over her and the combination of being fucked with a big cock and having her bum fingered made her come over his balls.
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Bob was surprised when she suddenly squealed and he felt her cunt juice pour down his shaft and run into his hairy balls.
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The tightening of her cunt as she came almost made him shoot his load before he was ready and he popped his cock out of her cunt to cool down a bit.
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‘Fuck me Vince she is hot, I didn’t expect her to come over my balls like that, you got yourself a natural one here.’
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Vince asked Bob to lay on his back on the bed and made Mary lower her cunt over Bob’s big cock, after she had fucked Bob’s cock for a while Vince got on the bed and stood above Mary’s bum, he had stripped also and his cock hung down and brushed her arse.
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He reached down and pushed Mary’s cunt as far onto Bob’s cock as she could take, he then inserted his cock into her anus and laid on top of her, as she raised up to ease the pressure off her cunt from Bob’s cock, she pushed Vince’s cock deeper into her arsehole.
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Bob and Vince double fucked her for a good few minutes and she came over Bob’s cock again.
The tightening of her arse as she came forced Vince to come deep into her arse, and the sensation of hot cunt juice squirting over his balls made Bob come into her cunt at the same time.
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Afterwards both the men declared they had never had such a good fuck in their lives.
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Bob still wanted to fuck her up the arse, and as they had all day both the men laid on their backs while she sucked both their cocks back into life again.
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While they were recovering Vince put some blue movies on, Mary had never seen a blue movie before although she had been told about them. She was amazed at what the women were doing, she saw them sucking cock, being fucked in their cunts and arses, licking other women’s cunts, and even peeing on each other.
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Mary didn’t feel so bad about what she was doing compared to them, one woman even had a rubber cock strapped to her and she was fucking men and women up the bum with it.
‘I’d like to try that ‘she remarked visualising herself fucking Vince up the arse.
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Mary had had a bad day on Monday, the class bitch Alison Hardcastle, the Mayor’s daughter had been picking on her again and she wanted to get back at her somehow.
‘How would you like another girl to fuck? She asked the men as she sucked at their knobs, whist gently wanking them both.
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Vince told her to explain and she told them about Alison. She described her as a stuck up cow with bigger tits than hers, who was always boasting that she could have any boy in the University if she wanted.
‘I’d like to see you both fucking the bitch’ she said.
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The problem was getting Alison alone in a spot where they could grab her; once they had her they could take her to Bob’s house which was miles away. Bob lived in the country and had no neighbours.
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‘I could always pass her a her a note from a boy she fancies telling her to meet him in the lane behind the University, when she gets there you can grab her if you like.’
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They were impressed with her plan and decided to put it into operation as soon as they could.
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In the meantime Bob’s cock was hard again and he wanted Mary’s arsehole badly.
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They laid her on her back and gave her a tub of lubricant, they made her rub the grease into her cunt and arsehole while they held her legs open wide and watched.
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Bob showed Mary how she could make herself come with her fingers and watched as she rubbed her clitoris until she felt herself coming for them.
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They were both surprised at the amount of cunt juice that squirted out of her cunt onto the bed, as she bucked and shuddered during her orgasm.
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They decided that Bob would fuck her up the arse while she sucked Vince’s cock, so she got on her knees and wriggled her bum into position for Bob’s cock to enter it.
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Mary gasped as he thrust it firmly into her arsehole she felt her bum stretch uncomfortably but it wasn’t as bad as she had imagined and after a few strokes she became comfortable with it.
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Vince meanwhile knelt in front of her and put his cock into her mouth. ‘Were going to try some deep throating’ he said to her ‘I’m going to push my cock right down your throat, you may feel like gagging but you have to fight the urge and try and swallow my cock, it helps if you breath through your nose.’
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Mary took a deep breath as Vince pushed his cock into her mouth, when it reached the back of her throat he thrust it right into her, she felt like being sick but as she hadn’t had any breakfast that morning she fought down the impulse and breathed through her nose as he held his cock still to allow her time to adjust.
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‘Are you OK?’ he asked, she nodded as best she could so he started to gently fuck her mouth, pushing his cock so far in that she could feel his bollock hair against her lips.
Bob had stopped fucking her arse while Vince got started, but when he saw Mary was coping he began fucking her arse again.
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With both men’s cocks in her Mary suddenly pictured Alison in this position, but with Mary standing over her head and pissing all over her face as she was being mouth and arse fucked.
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The erotic thought triggered off another orgasm and the involuntary tightening of her arse again made Bob come before he had expected to.
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The sight of the young girl coming whilst he had his cock deep in her throat also made Vince shoot his load deep into her throat and with a gasp both men pulled their cocks out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her.
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Mary lay on her side with her throat and arse feeling a bit sore and asked for a drink. Vince got up and got them all a glass of wine, they sat and watched more movies, these were known as Wives and Girlfriends, and Vince explained that they were ordinary women, wives, mothers and girl next door types that had taken amateur movies of themselves wanking or being fucked in different places.
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Some were taken outside in fields and one had been taken in a schoolroom, during a break.
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Again Mary was amazed at what was going on in the world that she had known nothing about until she had met Vince.
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After a while she shyly asked if she could try out a strap on cock, and to her surprise Bob was all for it.
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He was bi sexual and Vince explained that it meant he liked having sex with men as well as women.
The thought of being fucked up the arse by a young girl really excited him and he couldn’t wait to try her out.
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Vince fitted the strap on cock to her; it had two cocks on it. One went up the wearer’s cunt when it was strapped to her and the other was for fucking others.
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Bob lay on his back on the bed and got Mary to grease his arsehole well, she then positioned herself so the rubber cock was pressing against it and with a forward thrust of her hips she plunged the cock up into Bobs bum.
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As she fucked his arse as hard as she could to get him back for fucking hers, she was being fucked by the same device at every stroke. Bob was holding his legs in the air and his cock was erect and bouncing about between his legs.
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‘Wank my cock as you fuck my arse’ he panted, and Mary got a good grip of his shaft and wanked it furiously.
Vince had gotten so worked up by watching this that he stood behind Mary as she was fucking Bob and stuck his cock up her arse.
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As Mary thrust forward into Bobs bum the rubber cock in her cunt fucked her, as she pulled back for another thrust into Bob she rammed her arse onto Vince’s cock.
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Looking at Bob lying there while she wanked his big cock she felt powerful for a change and suddenly imagined herself fucking Alison.
Again such an erotic thought made her come, fortunately the ferocious fucking she had given Bobs arse had made him come and his cock was squirting his hot cum all over his belly.
She bent over Bob, leaving her rubber cock up his arse and licked up all his cum from his belly whilst Vince finished fucking her up the arse.
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She finally felt his cock jerk inside her bum as he squirted his cum into her arse and pulled out of her.
‘I think that’s enough for one day’ Vince stated tiredly, ‘I couldn’t get hard again for love or money. ‘
‘Nor me ‘ agreed Bob ‘she has fucked me dry.’
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They all got dressed and after making arrangements for the abduction of Alison next week Bob and Mary went home.
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Alison
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The next week soon came and her plan worked perfectly. She left the note taped to Alison’s locker door. This kept her out of it and when the stupid cow went behind the building to the meeting place Vince and Bob grabbed her put a sack over her head and threw her in the boot of Bob’s car.
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On the way to Bob’s house they picked up Mary and soon arrived at his place in the country.
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At Mary’s suggestion the men wore stocking masks when they grabbed Alison, making it hard for her to identify them, apart from the fact that one was white and the other was black, but when they had tied her up, they simply put a blindfold on her.
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Bob’s basement had been kitted out like a torture chamber as he was also into S&M they chained Alison to a wall and let Mary strip her naked for them.
 She kept demanding that they let her go or her dad would prosecute them so Mary put a gag in her mouth to shut her up for a bit.
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Vince and Bob both stood next to her and took turns fondling her large soft white breasts, cunt and arse.
When she felt their hands on her she became quiet and stood still.
‘You have been a bad girl Alison’ said Vince ‘ and we are going to punish you’.
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Alison begged them not to hurt her, but Mary walked over to her and gripping both her nipples she twisted them until Alison screamed in pain.
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 ‘Shut up you bitch’ she hissed ‘ we are all going to fuck you until you can’t walk, so get used to it’ she finished by slapping her face hard.
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The men dragged the sobbing Alison over to a contraption in the middle of the room and secured her to it with leather straps.
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Vince explained to Alison for Mary’s benefit that this framework allowed them to place Alison into any position they desired so they could fuck her cunt, arse or mouth with ease.
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Mary couldn’t wait to see it work and watched as Bob arranged Alison so she was spread eagled in midair with her arms and legs spread wide.
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They let Mary start on her, so she walked between Alison’s legs and roughly pulled apart her cunt lips until she squirmed in pain, Mary then took a large vibrator from the selection available and thrust it up Alison’s cunt.
She screamed in shock as she felt her private place violated so suddenly.
‘Your obviously not a virgin are you slut’ Mary said as she stirred the vibrator around her cunt. ‘How about your arse? Have you been fucked up there as well’.
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 She picked up another vibrator and leaving the first one up Alison’s cunt, pulled her bum cheeks apart and thrust this one up her arse.
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Mary stood back and looked at the girl suspended in the straps with the two vibrators sticking out of her and smiled.
She took Vince’s Polaroid Camera and snapped a shot of Alison hanging there.
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‘I think it’s time you started fucking her’ she said to the men, ‘I’ll just watch this time around’
Vince readjusted the straps so Alison was sitting in midair with her legs up as high as possible, giving easy access to her cunt and arse.
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Vince stood in front of her and thrust his cock up her cunt, whilst Bob stood behind her and entered her arse from behind, they both started to fuck her hard whilst she cried and begged them to stop.
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Mary crawled under Alison and looking up at her she could see both cocks ramming into her cunt and bum, she lay on her back and took another photo.
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Mary laid the camera down and began to rub her cunt as she watched the pair of cocks thrusting in and out of Alison.
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The men stopped hammering at Alison and pulled their cocks out of her, neither men had come, as they wanted to fuck her a lot more than they had so far, but they needed a drink.
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While they were resting Mary managed to adjust the straps so Alison was kneeling on the floor with her bum in the air, she was tired of hearing her screaming so she gagged her to keep her quiet.
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Mary strapped on the rubber cock as the men watched. She slid the internal cock up her own cunt and tied the straps tightly.
She knelt down in front of Allison and said ‘It’s my turn now you cunt, I’m going to fuck your slack cunt for a while and then I’ll try out your skinny arse.
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Mary knelt behind Alison and thrust her fingers up the girl’s cunt, the rubber cock was fine but she couldn’t feel with it and she liked to feel Alison’s hot drippy cunt.
She kept adding to the number of fingers in her cunt thrusting them into her until she had her whole hand deep inside Alison’s cunt.
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‘Fuck me, when I said you had a slack cunt I was right wasn’t I you whore.’
Alison was sobbing but Mary got behind her and opening her bum cheeks inserted the end of the cock into her anus and then pushed the rubber cock right up Alison’s arse.
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Alison gasped as her bum was penetrated again, and started to cry as Mary fucked her bum as hard as she could.
‘Take it up the arse you cunt, being the Mayors daughter doesn’t stop your bum hurting does it bitch’.
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As Mary fucked Alison up the arse she was remembering all the bitchy things the girl had said and done to her, revenge was sweet.
She pulled the rubber cock out of the sobbing girl’s bum and walked over to the men.
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‘I enjoyed that, while she’s on her knees how about me underneath with her riding my cock, while Vince fucks her arse and Bob fucks her mouth.
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They were both ready for another go but they got Mary to wank and suck their cocks for a bit to make them as big and hard as possible.
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Vince lifted Alison up so Mary could lie under her and pushed Alison’s cunt down onto Mary’s rubber cock. Vince then inserted his cock up Alison’s arse hole and waited for Bob to stick his cock into Alison’s mouth.
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When they were all positioned Mary said go, and they all started to fuck Alison.
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Mary held onto Alison’s tits and pulled down hard on her nipples as Vince hammered his cock into her arse forcing her cunt down onto Mary’s cock. Alison couldn’t cry out because Bob’s cock was filling her mouth.
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Eventually they all came, Vince came first filling Alison’s arse with his cum, then Mary whose cunt was being fucked as she was fucking Alison’s, felt herself coming and relaxed as her cunt filled with hot juices.
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 Bob then came in Alison’s mouth, filling it with his hot cum and making her choke and cough as she tried to breathe.
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They all pulled out of Alison and staggered over to the sofa at the side of the room.
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When she had recovered Mary took more photos of Alison kneeling naked on the floor, her big breasts red from Mary’s attentions and with come dribbling out of her arse and mouth.
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The men had both had enough of Alison and decided to drop her off somewhere in the country so she would have to walk home.
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Before they released her Mary went over to her and told her that they had photos of her being fucked and buggered and if she told anyone about what had happened to her the pictures would be sent to her dad and her friends.
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‘Do you understand bitch? Hissed Mary
‘Yes’ sobbed Alison ‘ I wont tell anyone I promise’
Mary smiled and said ‘Just before I let you go I want to give you a reminder of your time with us’
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She picked up the cane and standing behind Alison, swung it down hard onto her naked bum four times at different angles.
When she had finished Alison was crying in pain and Mary was looking at her naked arse where a large red ‘M’ was written in welts.
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To finish her business with Alison, Mary arranged her straps so that she was kneeling with her breasts dangling facing Vince and his camera, Bob turned out the lights as Mary straddled Alison and reaching down, pulled her head up by the hair so she was looking up at Mary’s naked cunt.
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Mary took the blindfold off Alison so she could be clearly recognised.
Although the blindfold was off Alison still couldn’t see anyone as it was so dark, and her head was being held up by her hair.
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Suddenly warm water was pouring down over her upturned face and running into her eyes and mouth, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to turn her face away from the flow.
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Mary held her head still however and Alison had to endure the feel of it running down her body. Some of it ran across her naked breasts and dripped off her sore nipples, whilst the remainder continued down her body and poured off her pubes.
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Alison felt like she was peeing herself, that was the moment she realised what was happening to her, someone was peeing on her.
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Just then bright flashes dazzled her eyes although they were still closed, someone was taking photographs of her being peed on.
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 Alison opened her mouth to scream in indignation, but as soon as it was open whoever was pissing on her directed the flow of urine into her mouth.
She coughed and spluttered and burst into tears when the flow finally stopped.
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‘Did you enjoy your shower, bitch? Mary asked sweetly as she replaced the blindfold on Alison, you will be pleased to know it was recorded for posterity on film.
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We now have photos of you with a big cock up your cunt, one of you with a big cock up your arse, one of you sucking a big cock, and one of you being pissed on.
Not to mention the others where you are being fucked by us all at once.
Remember if we hear a peep out of you about this we will pin them to the notice board and send a set to your dad, we know he’s a racist pig and the thought of his little girls cunt being filled with a black mans cum will really make him think well of you.’
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Vince and Bob dressed Alison and drove her a few miles out into the country where they threw her out into a ditch, and then Bob drove Vince and Mary home.
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Before they let her out of the car she had to suck them both until they came in her mouth, they made her swallow their cum.
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Lord Stanley
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A few nights later Mary was lying in her bed thinking about Alison and gently rubbing her cunt, she was remembering fucking the cow up her arse and enjoying every minute of the experience.
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She was disturbed by the noise coming from her mother’s room next door, the bed was squeaking and so was her mum.
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Mary got out of bed and crept down the hall to her mother’s door. They were old-fashioned doors and still had the old locks in them.
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Mary knelt down and looked through the keyhole. The first thing she saw was her mum’s naked arse bobbing up and down on Stanley’s cock.ÂÂ
She saw her mum climb off Stanley’s cock and turn so she was facing the door, she bent over and took his cock into her mouth and started to suck it whilst he was licking her cunt at the other end of the bed.
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Mary watched while her mum sucked away at his knob, she had a good view of it. She hadn’t realised how big a cock Stanley had until now and the sight of it made her cunt even juicer.
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They changed position again and while her mum knelt facing the door with her head against the bed he knelt behind her and fucked her from behind.
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Mary realised that Stanley was looking straight at her and remembered the gap under the door where it was too short. The landing light behind her was casting a shadow under the door and he could see that someone was there.
As she was the only other person in the house he knew it was Mary and he was grinning at her as he fucked her mother.
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As she had already been discovered she thought she might as well stay for a while and see how good Lord Stanley was in bed.
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He must have realised this so he made sure she got a good show. He put her mother into various positions making sure she couldn’t see Mary’s shadow and fucked her hard.
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Mary watched as her mother came over and over before Stanley asked if he could fuck her up her arse. At first she refused but as he had given her so many orgasms and he promised to be gentle she finally agreed.
He positioned her mother so Mary could have a good view, and using a tube of KY jelly he gently greased her mothers bum hole, pushing his greasy finger deep into her bum.
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Rubbing the jelly over his cock he knelt behind her and opened her bum cheeks as wide as possible, to give him and Mary a good view of her mothers bum hole.
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Her mother had a lot of hair around her anus and her cunt hairs went down onto her inner thighs.
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He carefully inserted his knob up her mums arse. Stan took his time gently pushing his cock in a bit at a time, stretching her mums arse hole wider and wider until she had taken his entire length up her bum.
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When she agreed she was ready he looked at Mary and winked, then he started to fuck her mums arse gently but firmly for quite a few minutes, Mary was surprised to notice that her mother had another orgasm and her cunt juice ran down her hairy inner thighs and made a big wet patch on the bed.
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Stan carried on fucking her arse until he started to come. He then pulled his cock out of her mums bum and turning towards Mary wanked his cock until it squirted his cum all over the door.
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Despite herself Mary jerked back from the door as Stanley’s cum splattered against the other side. She felt she had pushed her luck enough for one night and crept back to her own bed, where after a good satisfying fingering whilst she visualised Stanley’s big cock thrusting up her little bum hole she came all over her fingers and then she fell asleep.
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Mary had a crush on a boy at University called Dave, she watched him at PE and fancied his bum in his football shorts, she was having a dream where Dave was licking her cunt and making her juices flow over his face.
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She wriggled around on the bed and opened her legs wider for him, his tongue slipped in and out of her cunt lips and flicked over her arse hole tantalisingly.
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To stop him teasing her she reached down between her legs and grabbed his hair to push his mouth closer to her cunt. With a sense of shock she realised that she really did have a hold of someone’s hair and waking up fully she saw Stanley’s face between her legs.
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‘What are you doing? She whispered indignantly ‘ where’s mother?
‘Shhhhh ‘he whispered back, ‘she’s asleep so I thought I’d visit you and thank you for turning me on earlier.’
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‘I knew you had seen me, I’m surprised you didn’t tell mother, she would have gone ballistic’
‘You owe me then don’t you’ he smiled at her.
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’I suppose so’ she admitted ‘so what’
‘So you let me lick your beautiful little cunt’
‘And then what?’
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‘Whatever you like’ he whispered.
‘OK then just for a bit’
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Mary lay back and opened her legs for him as he gave her the best cunt licking she had ever had, by the time he had finished licking her she was lifting her cunt up to his mouth and grinding her cunt over his face.
As she lifted her hips up to him he slipped his fingers into her cunt and arse hole, gently fingering both her holes until she was moaning in pleasure.
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‘Do you like this? He whispered.
‘Oh yes’
‘How about this’
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Stan pushed his long tongue up into her bum hole and licked it
She writhed in pleasure and turned onto her face sticking her naked bum into his face.
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‘I love you licking my bum hole’ she admitted quietly
‘I love to lick it’
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‘Fuck my cunt’ she said urgently.
‘Are you sure?’
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She wriggled her naked bottom at him in answer so he knelt up behind her and gently slipped his big cock up into her dripping wet cunt from behind.
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She closed her eyes in pleasure as he fucked her in a pleasing rhythm, his hands slid under her body to cup her large gently swaying breasts and rub her hard nipples.
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‘Fuck me harder’ she gasped.
Stan increased the force of his strokes until her breasts were slapping against her knees
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‘Don’t come yet, I want your big cock up my bum’ she ordered.
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Stan eased off fucking her cunt and repositioned his cock for her bum hole; he gently pulled her bum cheeks apart widening her hole and pushed his cock into her bum.
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He was surprised when he almost fell in her arse hole it was so big
‘I’m not the first to fuck you up the arse am I?
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‘No, but you’re the latest, shut up and fuck my arse hole till you start to come, then let me suck you off.
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Stan needed to hear no more and started to seriously fuck the young girls arse until her bum cheeks were bouncing with every stroke of his big hard cock.
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Although looser than he had expected she still had a tight arse and he soon knew he was ready to shoot his come out.
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As ordered he pulled his cock out of her arse with a juicy plop and waited while she turned around on the bed and grasped his throbbing cock in her hands.
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‘Come in my mouth’ she said.
She started to wank his cock while running her tongue over his swollen knob, soon he started to moan and she clamped her mouth over his knob and sucked as hard as she could.
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He realised he had just fucked his lovers daughter up the bum and the thought was so erotic that with a muffled gasp he shot all his hot come into her mouth, she felt it fill her mouth and frantically swallowed it as fast as he pumped it into her.
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Soon he was empty and fell onto his side with her mouth still on his cock’
‘You can let go now ‘ he whispered.
‘Don’t want to’ she replied sleepily.
‘That was the best fuck I’ve ever had’ Stan whispered
‘Same here,’ she said and went to sleep with his cock in her mouth.
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Stan got out of her bed and tucked her in, then went next door and slipped back into bed with her mother, he lay there for a while thinking about Mary, then went to sleep with empty bollocks and a smile on his face.
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Alison wasn’t at University for the rest of the week, and when she did return she was very quiet and kept herself to herself.
All in all thought Mary things have worked out pretty well.
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Miss Simpson  ÂÂ
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Mary was exercising in the gym, she had been daydreaming about Stan and the crotch of her leotards was very damp, she hadn’t been with him since that night and there was a good chance that she would never be with him alone again.
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He had stuck in her mind because he had been so gentle with her compared to the other men she had known.
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Miss Simpson was in charge of the gym that night, she was about Thirty years old, blond, blue eyed and beautiful. She was the PE teacher and had little patience with lazy girls, and Mary was alone in the gym with her as she was the only girl exercising that night.
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Miss Simpson was dressed in her usual gym skirt and tee shirt, and Mary noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her big nipples clearly showed through the thin material.
As she walked past Mary she dropped her papers and bending from the waist to pick them up her gym skirt rose above her crotch.
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Mary had a clear view of her arse and naked cunt lips; she wasn’t wearing any knickers under her gymslip. As her legs were spread for balance Mary could see every detail of Miss Simpson’s cunt, it was clean-shaven and her inner lips protruded slightly beyond her pubes.
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Mary was already wet from thinking about Stanley, and she realised that no one would take that long to pick up a few papers from the floor, she must have been showing me her cunt on purpose.
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As she was already bored with exercise Mary took a chance, she approached Miss Simpson and asking if she could help her pick up the papers, she gently placed her hand on her firm naked arse.
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Miss Simpson looked up at her and smiled, ‘That’s nice of you Mary dear, but I can do it, perhaps you can hold me tightly in case I fall over.’
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‘Certainly Miss, I’d love to’ Mary said and reaching around to her front slid her left hand under the woman’s tee shirt and took hold of her left breast firmly holding her large nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulling on it gently whilst her right hand slid down between Miss Simpson’s cool firm bum cheeks until it could cup her hot juicy cunt firmly.
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‘Is this all right Miss? Mary asked, squeezing both breast and cunt gently.
‘Oh yes dear that is really nice, I feel a lot better now.’
Miss Simpson swayed her naked arse from side to side until Mary slipped her fingers up into her hot cunt, it felt very hot and was dripping wet and Mary’s fingers entered it easily.
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Miss Simpson gasped and pushed her cunt back onto Mary’s hand swallowing it even deeper.
The woman ran her hand up the inside of Mary’s leg until her fingers brushed Mary’s crotch, her leotard was soaking wet by now and the touch of Miss Simpson’s hand made her gasp in pleasure, and rub her hot wet cunt against the exploring hand.
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Mary was so turned on by this that she withdrew one of her fingers from Miss Simpson’s cunt and thrust it gently into the teachers tight arse hole.
 Pleasure flooded through the woman’s body and she groaned loudly as Mary gently fingered her cunt and arse.
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Miss Simpson stood up slowly to allow Mary to slide her fingers out of her cunt, ‘I’ll just lock the door Mary, so we wont be disturbed, is that alright with you dear?
‘Yes Miss I’d really like that’ she replied.
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Miss Simpson locked the gymnasium door and turned off the lights, as she walked back to Mary she pulled her tee shirt over her head revealing her large heavy breasts, with her big dark nipples already erect.
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Standing before Mary she pulled down her gymslip and kicked off her shoes.
She was now completely naked and Mary could see even in the dim light from the window that her body was beautiful. She had swimmers shoulders, large firm breasts, and a firm tight arse, consequences of being a PE teacher Mary assumed.
‘Let me see you naked dear,’ she asked Mary, and watched as the young girl stripped off her leotard until she stood naked before her.
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To Mary’s surprise Miss Simpson took her in her arms and kissed her on the mouth, it was a long sensual kiss and her tongue slipped into Mary’s mouth.
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Mary had never been kissed by a woman before and decided to go with the flow, she kissed her back and their tongues teased each other’s.
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They were both the same height so their breasts with their erect nipples, rubbed against each other’s, as did their bellies.
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‘I want to lay you on the vaulting horse dear.’ whispered Miss Simpson into Mary’s ear, and taking her by the hand lead her to the leather-topped device at the side of the room.
She helped Mary up onto the Horse and arranged her so she was laying on her back at one end of the horse with her bottom almost hanging off it.
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‘Don’t worry dear I’ll hold you safe’ she assured Mary, and lifting her legs up in the air exposed Mary’s naked cunt and arse.
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‘Hold your legs like this for me ‘ she asked Mary, ‘so I can concentrate on your pussy.
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As Mary held on to her own legs to keep them up in the air, Miss Simpson gently opened Mary’s vagina with her fingers and kissed it. ‘You have a beautiful little pussy Mary, I like shaven pussies they are so nice to lick, let me lick yours for you’.
She ran the tip of her tongue between Mary’s cunt lips, and then started to lick her cunt, every now and then she would kiss and suck on her cunt lips, she loved thrusting her tongue deep into Mary’s hole like a small penis.
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‘Do you like this Mary?
‘Oh yes Miss, it’s lovely’ she groaned in pleasure.
Miss Simpson then slipped her fingers into Mary’s sopping pussy, gently wanking her until she writhed on the horse in pleasure, every so often she would insert another finger until she had all four fingers deep inside Mary, stretching her cunt wider than it had ever been stretched before.
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She gently pulled them out of her cunt and began to lick Mary’s arse hole, her tongue rubbed around the rim of her bum, and pushed itself up her bottom until her bum hole was soaking wet and ready for her fingers to slip up inside.
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Again she started out with one finger and slowly added additional fingers until she had three fingers up Mary’s bum, stretching her arse and giving her exquisite pleasure as they rubbed against her G-spot.
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She withdrew her fingers and began licking Mary’s cunt again, the pleasure became too much for her and with a scream of pleasure Mary came over Miss Simpson’s face.
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Miss Simpson sucked at Mary’s cunt as her juices splashed out and ran down over her arse hole.
She kept licking and sucking until Mary’s cunt and arse were clean of juice.
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Mary lay on the vaulting horse with her legs dangling over the sides; she was shuddering with pleasure and responded passionately when Miss Simpson deep kissed her again.
‘Please let me do something for you Miss’ she begged.
‘That’s very thoughtful of you my dear’ she said. ‘I’d like you to start by sucking my breasts, I have sensitive nipples and really enjoy them being sucked.’
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Miss Simpson climbed onto the horse and kneeled over Mary so her big breasts dangled over her mouth. Mary put her lips over one of the rubbery nipples and gently started to suck Miss Simpson’s breasts.
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She squeezed and kneaded the PE teacher’s big heavy breasts as she sucked them and heard Miss Simpson groan in pleasure as she sucked on her nipples. After a few minutes of this Miss Simpson pulled her nipple out of Mary’s mouth and turned around on the horse so her shaven cunt was positioned over Mary’s mouth.
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‘Could you lick my cunt and arse please dear? She whispered, before putting her mouth between Mary’s legs and sucking on her clitoris.
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Mary was only to pleased to comply and stuck her tongue deep into the waiting cunt hole. Miss Simpson had a large clitoris and Mary ran her tongue around it for a while before pulling it into her mouth and sucking it hard.
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She had been sucking and nibbling at Miss Simpson’s clitoris for a few minutes when she decided to thrust her fingers up into Miss Simpson’s cunt and arse holes simultaneously.
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Suddenly with a muffled scream Miss Simpson came in a gush of hot cunt juice that soaked Mary’s face and filled her mouth.
She swallowed and licked as fast as she could until Miss Simpson’s shaven pussy and arse hole were clean and shiny.
‘Thank you my dear,’ she gasped, ‘ that was lovely, I really needed a good orgasm, and the students have been driving me mad all day.’
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‘It was my pleasure Miss, I really enjoyed it, but how did you know I would do it with you?’
‘I didn’t my dear but I sensed a kindred spirit and took a chance that even if you didn’t respond, you wouldn’t report me.’
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‘You surprised me when you came so fast.’ said Mary.
‘That’s because you stuck your finger up my bottom, it’s very sensitive and pushed me over the edge quicker than I anticipated.’
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As they were getting dressed Mary asked Miss Simpson if she could see her again.
‘Certainly my dear, here is my phone number, give me a ring when you want to come and see me, I have lots of toys we can play with.’
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Mary took the piece of paper and with a final deep passionate kiss said goodbye to Miss Simpson and went home.
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Mary’s relationship with Miss Simpson helped to counteract her relationship with Vince, whereas he still liked to rape her and bugger her roughly, Miss Simpson was a thoughtful and gentle lover and Mary enjoyed going round to visit her in the evenings when it was mutually convenient.
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She simply told her mother that she was going to see her PE teacher to join in a fitness class that she ran for girls after studies.
The first time she visited, Miss Simpson asked her to address her as just Miss, as it pleased her to be addressed like that. Mary didn’t mind this and was only too happy to comply.
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Miss had a comprehensive collection of sex toys, and allowed her to examine them. If Mary had any queries on their use Miss was only too happy to explain their use to her, or indeed demonstrate their use on her.
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Miss had a big old house with an open coal fire, in front of which was a big soft rug. She would gently strip Mary naked and lay her down on the rug before making love to her.
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Miss particularly loved Mary fucking her up the arse with the rubber cock, she liked the gentle way Mary fucked her. After they had made love they would lie together in front of the fire and talk.
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Miss explained that she was a lesbian, and preferred sex with women rather than men. When asked why she just said that she had very bad memories of her childhood involving men.
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Mary was very happy with Miss as she was always very gentle with her, and loved to kiss and cuddle her at every opportunity.
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Dave. One
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Unbeknownst to Mary, her crush on Dave, who sat two desks down from her in class, was reciprocated by him.
He fancied her like mad but was too shy to approach her and ask her out on a date.
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One evening he determined to go to her house and ask her to the pictures, however as he approached her house he saw her walking down the road away from him. He decided to follow her in the hopes of talking to her but she soon turned into a driveway leading to the home of Miss Simpson.
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Dave had heard rumours about Miss Simpson liking girls too much, so he determined to check that Mary was all right. He crept up the driveway to the house and seeing a light in a downstairs room went up to the window and through a gap in the curtains saw Mary chatting to Miss Simpson.
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Suddenly Mary began to take off her clothes and hang them over a chair, Miss Simpson had left the room but when she returned she showed no surprise to see Mary lying naked on her rug.
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Dave didn’t know what to think, no one had made Mary take her clothes off, and she had done it of her own free will.
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The sight of the girl he fancied naked, gave Dave a massive hard on, as he could see Mary clearly. She had nice tits and arse and her nipples were small and pink, he could also see between her legs and her fanny was smooth and hairless.
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To his further shock Miss Simpson started to take off her clothes at the side of the room closest to the curtains so he had a very good view of her body as she stripped naked.
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As she removed her bra, her big naked breasts bounced into view, her rubbery nipples prominent.
As she pulled down her knickers he could see her cunt clearly, it like Mary’s was smooth and hairless.
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By this time his cock was so big and throbbing that he had to get it out of his trousers into the fresh air to cool down.
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Dave was so close to the window that he could hear what they were saying, Miss Simpson suggested to Mary that they started off slowly with a bit of 69’ing so she knelt over Mary with her shaven cunt above her face, the young girl opened her legs so the woman could have easy access to her clitoris.
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They both commenced to licking each others cunts, and Dave was transfixed by the sight of his loves most private parts being on view to him, whilst being licked by one of his teachers.
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The woman lifted her face from between the girl’s legs, and inserted two fingers into Mary’s cunt, she gently fucked her with her fingers until Mary was squirming on the rug in pleasure.
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Dave then watched as Miss Simpson pulled her fingers out of Mary’s wet cunt and thrust them up her arse hole. She proceeded to fuck Mary’s arse with her fingers until the girl screamed in ecstasy and orgasmed.
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Miss Simpson helped Mary put something on out of his sight and the next thing he saw was that Mary had a big cock sticking out from between her legs, very much the same as his now was.
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Miss Simpson knelt down in front of the fire and he saw Mary kneeling down behind her, they were sideways to him so he could see what Mary was doing clearly.
Her cock was strapped on around her waist and it looked like it was made of rubber.
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She put her face between Miss Simpson’s bum cheeks and started to lick her, Dave grabbed his cock and started to rub it as he watched Mary lick the woman’s arse and cunt.
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She then rubbed something from a jar between Miss Simpson’s legs, and then inserted her big rubber cock into Miss Simpson’s arse and started to fuck her.
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As Mary thrust into her bum, both her breasts, and Miss Simpson’s, were bouncing about wildly.
Dave wished he had brought his camera as no one would believe him if he told them about this.
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Suddenly Miss Simpson gave a small cry and he realised she had come, the sight of his PE teacher coming in front of him pushed him over the edge and his cock shot a stream of cum all over the window.
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He decided to call it a day and go home to think about what if anything he should do about this.
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After Miss came for her Mary removed the strap on cock and lay down beside her, Miss pulled her head between her breasts and held her tightly.
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‘That was lovely Mary, I really enjoyed that,’ she whispered kissing her neck.
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Mary started to suck her nipple but then began to cry bitterly, her tears soon ran down Miss’s breasts and dripped into the rug.
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Miss was devastated to see her young lover so sad, ‘is it something I’ve done Mary? Please tell me and I’ll make it right I promise, please tell me what’s troubling you my dear.’
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Between sobs, Mary told her all about Vince and Bob and what they had done and were still doing to her most weekends, she told her everything except about Alison and Stanley.
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Miss listened quietly holding Mary tightly to her breasts, and rocked her gently to and fro to calm her.
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Mary explained about the photos and the fact that Vince was blackmailing her with them.
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When Mary had calmed down they both got dressed and went into the kitchen and had a cup of tea.
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‘I think I can help you Mary’ said Miss, ‘I have a friend called Charlie who is very good at these sort of things.
Miss wrote down all the details Mary could remember about Vince and Bob and then told her to carry on as usual and leave it all to her.
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Mary went home that evening feeling a lot better; it was nice to be able to share a problem with someone who cared about you.
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Charlie
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That very night Miss contacted Charlie and explained the problem. ‘Leave it to me,’ said Charlie; ‘I love talking to people like Vince and Bob. I love you,’
‘I love you too Charlie’ she said fondly.
Bob was watching a blue movie at his bungalow that night when the doorbell rang. Vince was due, soon so he thought it could be him a bit early, they had enjoyed Alison so much that they were planning to abduct another girl that Bob knew of.
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She was also a slimly built girl and would be nice and tight; until she met them of course he sniggered to himself.
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He opened the door and a fist in a black leather glove smashed into his chin, hurling him back into the house unconscious.
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Charlie walked into the house.
Charlie was a professional heavyweight female wrestler, she weighed twenty stone, and it was all muscle, she was a lesbian from choice because nature had given her too much testosterone to be a girley type girl.
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She had found a role in a world of female wrestling. She also helped out battered wives, and punished rapists as a sort of hobby.
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When police found perverts battered and bleeding they never considered looking for a woman.
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Charlie had met Miss Simpson at a lesbian party and had fallen madly in love with her; she would do anything she asked her to despite where she happened to be at the time.
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Fortunately she was working only fifty miles or so away when Miss asked for her help, so she stood aside to let a substitute take her place in the ring and drove straight there.
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She wore leather gloves for this type of work, as she hated to damage her knuckles when she hit someone.
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She dragged Bob down into his basement chaining him face to the wall and blindfolding him.
While he was still unconscious she searched the house until she found the Polaroid photos of Mary and also some of another girl who from Miss’s description couldn’t be her, still she pocketed them as well.
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She was also very pleased to find a large quantity of cash hidden under Bob’s bed, and appropriated it for the cause’s funds.
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Her mission was nearly done and she knew that Miss would be pleased with her if she did nothing else.
However Miss was a gentle soul and didn’t realise that animals like Bob only understood one language.
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Charlie was back in the basement when the doorbell rang, Bob like most of his kind was paranoid about security, probably because he had so much to hide.
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He had recently had a camera and speaker fitted to his front door so he could screen his callers.
Unfortunately for him he had chosen to access it from his basement as he had become tired of running up the stairs just to tell people to piss off.
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Charlie saw a man waiting at the door, this must be Vince she thought and buzzed him in.
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Vince’s mind was full of visions of naked young girls as he ran down the stairs into the darkened basement, and straight into a forearm smash to his stomach that sent him reeling across the floor to crash into the wall and collapse on the floor.
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Charlie dragged him to the nearest wall and chained him there, not only facing the wall, but blindfolding him as well.
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A search of Bob produced a set of photos of a young girl walking along various streets, Bob had written notes on the backs of these photos, which clearly showed he was planning to kidnap this girl at one of the locations pictured.
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Charlie laid these photos out on a desk so the police when they came couldn’t fail to see them.
She also switched on his computer and called up the worst of the kiddie porn pictures he had downloaded from the web.
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She used his printer to make copies of this filth and pinned them around the room as evidence of the type of men these were.
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Oh, one last task before I go on my merry way, she thought as she pulled down both the men’s trousers and strapping on the biggest rubber cock in Vince’s collection, proceeded to fuck them both up the arse without benefit of lubricant.
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By the time she had finished they were both screaming in pain and there bums felt as if they were on fire.
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Charlie regarded the men writhing in their chains with an air of dissatisfaction, she knew the law could be fickle and for all she knew they may be out on bail tomorrow.
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She couldn’t have that, so she picked up a baseball bat that had been propped against a type of whipping post.
She pitched her voice, which was naturally deep, even deeper, so that the men assumed that she was a man.
 She explained that ‘he’ was a cop who was tired of men like them and had decided to take the law into ‘his’ own hands and punish them.
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Vince started to bluster and protest his rights, until Charlie broke his legs with the bat; the pain was so great that he barely noticed when she broke his arms as well.
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Just to keep things tidy she broke Bob’s arms and legs as well and leaving them in the basement went upstairs to call the police, giving them in her man’s voice a general idea of what they would find in the basement.
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Mission over she let herself out and drove back to the wrestling venue, just in time to compete in the Royal Rumble at the end of the evening.
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The next day Mary’s mother was full of the news about their grounds-man, and all the police cars and the ambulance that lit up the neighbourhood with their blue flashing lights.
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Mary wasn’t sure what to think about it until during the lunch break Miss Simpson handed her a packet of photos and told her she need never go to Vince again as he would certainly end up in prison for a long time.
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Miss Simpson had also recognised Alison in the other photos and left them with an anonymous note in Alison’s desk, explaining that the men were under arrest and she was free of the threat of blackmail.
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Miss Simpson thought it a job well done; now all she had to do was thank Charlie properly tonight. Which would no doubt mean she would have a tender pussy and bottom tomorrow.
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Still sacrifices had to be made sometimes, and to be honest she did so enjoy it up her arse, especially when it was Mary fucking her, she was much more gentle than Charlie, and almost always gave her multiple orgasms.
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Dave Two
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Mary was a happy girl, her bogeymen had gone and she had a good friend in Miss Simpson, she hoped her life could get back to normal now. She noticed that Dave was being very attentive and nursed a hope that something might happen between them soon.
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Old men and women were one thing, but every young girl needed a steady boyfriend if only for the status it gave her amongst her peers.
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Dave was a good catch as all her Uni. friends fancied him, and if she could land him her cred would increase dramatically.
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Therefore when he shyly asked her to meet him after lessons in the park she agreed and met him by the side of the duck pond that evening.
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After a bit of light chat he finally confessed that he had seen her with Miss Simpson the previous night, and he needed to know what was going on.
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‘Why do you care what’s going on? She snapped at him, ‘I hate peeping toms, and I can’t believe that you are one.’
‘I’m not a peeping tom, I was just worried about you and wanted to make sure no one was hurting you.
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From what I saw you didn’t seem forced to do those things, but perhaps you were’ he blurted out.
‘What if I was being forced to do it? She asked him.
‘Then I would report Miss Simpson to the University governors and get her sacked’ he said firmly.
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‘Why would you bother?
‘Because I like you very much, and I couldn’t bear to see you hurt’ he admitted sheepishly.
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Mary was taken aback at his sincerity, ‘You like me?’
‘Of course I like you, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the class’ he stated quietly.
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‘Well I like you too,’ she admitted, ‘but I don’t know you well enough yet to tell you all my secrets.’
‘If you were my girlfriend you could get to know me better,’ he suggested tentatively.
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Mary smiled up at him, ‘Why not.’
They walked off together hand in hand.
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That night Mary lay in her bed and thought about her situation, she was getting on fine with Dave, but she had a problem.
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She had never had a normal relationship with a boy before and was in the same position as every other young girl with her first steady boyfriend.
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In her case however the normal course of events had been destroyed by Vince, Bob, Stan and even Miss. They had all introduced her to adult sex far too early.ÂÂ
Most girls would be worrying whether or not to let their boyfriends feel their tits or not, they might even look forward to seeing a boy’s cock for the first time and wonder what it felt like.
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Mary’s problem was that she knew very well what a cock looked like, tasted like and felt like when it was thrust up her cunt and her bum.
No girl should have learned those things the way she had.
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Dave was a normal boy, she had discovered by subtle questioning that he was still a virgin, although like most young lads he was just a cock on legs as puberties hormones raged through his body.
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He had the advantage that he had seen her naked and having adult sex with her teacher, this obviously coloured his view of her and she knew that he was holding himself back from asking her to have sex with him too.
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Although he didn’t know about all the men in her life he guessed that she wasn’t a virgin although he had only seen Miss Simpson fingering her cunt until she came.
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Another big problem was that had she been left alone until she was ready she would probably have discovered that she was highly sexed.
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Even as she thought about this she was rubbing herself between her legs and getting her fingers juicy, she believed she had been sexual anyway and the adults had just made her face her nature sooner.
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She was aware that it had been a while since someone had fucked her, and she was afraid that she was missing the sensations associated with being fucked.
She had seen Miss at school running about in her gymslip and tee shirt. And knowing what her breasts felt like, how smooth her cunt and how tight her arse hole was, made her wet just remembering what they had done to each other.
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She admitted to herself that she needed sex, right or wrong and given a choice she would rather be in control of it than be controlled by those who wanted to fuck her.
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Mary felt that given the right circumstances she could control sex with Dave, and she was going to try having a normal sexual relationship with him.
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The next weekend she arranged to go for a walk with him in the nearby hills, they packed a picnic and set off early in the morning with her mums blessing. Her mum liked Dave and was pleased that Mary had made a friend at last.
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By lunchtime they were deep in the hills and out of sight of anyone, Mary set up the picnic by a small lake in a spot sheltered by a weeping willow.
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‘Fancy a swim? She said to Dave, ‘I’m really hot’. Without waiting for an answer she ran behind the tree and stripped naked. She threw a stone to one side of the camp, and as Dave looked away she ran into the water squealing as the cold made her nipples stick out like small strawberries.
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Dave stood on the side of the lake and watched her splashing about, her breasts bobbed about sexily as she beckoned him to join her.
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He said he hadn’t got anything to wear, but she just laughed and told him not to be a coward and get in.
No boy likes to be thought a coward by his love, so he went behind the tree and when naked told her to turn around while he got in.
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He didn’t want her to see his throbbing hard on gained from watching her breasts bobbing about.
She dutifully turned around, and he ran into the water, but she had caught a glimpse of his hard cock and smiled a secret smile to herself.
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The sun was beating down and she was getting cold in the water, she suggested that they both get out together, he was afraid she would see him naked, so she suggested that they both close their eyes as they walked out of the lake.
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He agreed but realised that they would have to hold on to each other in case they fell over, Mary put her arm around his waist and they waded towards to shore.
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With her arm around his waist, she was close enough to him for her breast to rub his side as they waded. The feel of her soft warm breast made him hard again and he put his arm around her for mutual support.
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When they got to the camp they crawled about on their knees until they both had a towel wrapped around them.
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Mary lay on her front and asked him to rub sun oil on her back and legs. He was eager to do so and was soon rubbing the oil on her neck and shoulders. She asked him to do her back and pulled off the towel so that she was lying naked on her belly.
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The sight of her naked bum made his cock stick out of his towel and when he started to rub the oil into her back she told him to rub it all over her in case she got burnt. As he rubbed the oil onto her bottom she slowly opened her legs so he could oil her inner thighs.
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He moved around her to rub from various angles so that he was able to look between her legs and see her shaven cunt lips, he rubbed oil into her inner thighs slowly moving upwards until his hand was lightly brushing her cunt lips.
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Mary couldn’t stand anymore and turned over onto her back.
‘Carry on as you are’ she ordered him, ‘I don’t want sore boobs from sunburn, do I?’
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He needed no further encouragement and poured oil on her and rubbed it all over her soft breasts.
As he rubbed her tits her nipples grew as hard as his cock was, he dribbled some oil on her belly and spread it down onto her smooth pubes.
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She couldn’t help herself and bringing her knees up let her legs spread as wide as she could exposing all her cunt to his eyes.
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‘Rub it everywhere’ she whispered.
Dave slid his hand down between her legs and finally felt the heat and softness of her naked cunt; she seemed slipperier than the oil could account for.
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‘Your making me juicy’ she murmured sleepily’ I’m going to sleep for a few minutes, you carry on oiling me’
She appeared to go to sleep while he rubbed her fanny, he found that by opening her legs a bit more he could see her small bum hole and rubbed some oil over that as well.
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Mary of course wasn’t asleep at all, in fact her cunt was burning with need and her nipples hurt from being so erect. She was enjoying Dave’s ministrations so far but it looked as if he had lost his bottle and if she wanted his fingers up her cunt she would have to encourage him a bit more.
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Mary moaned to herself and moved her arms as if still asleep, by accident her hand fell onto Dave’s throbbing cock as it stuck out of his towel.
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He froze as her hand gripped his hot shaft, she still appeared to be asleep so he thought it best to carry on oiling her breasts and fanny and see what happened.
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What happened was that her hand tightened onto his cock and started to gently rub it, her hand pulled on his cock until it almost reached the end of his knob, and then it pulled it towards his body until his foreskin was back as far as it could go exposing his swollen knob end.
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Her hand then repeated the action he moaned aloud in pleasure as waves of sensation radiated out from his cock. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and gently inserted his finger between her cunt lips and pushed it deep into her cunt.
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It was the first time he had ever had his finger in a girl’s cunt and he was amazed that it felt so wonderful.
It was hot and slippery and gripped his finger softly yet firmly, he loved the sensation of penetrating her cunt so much that he had to withdraw his finger only to thrust it back in again.
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He noticed that in her sleep Mary thrust her cunt towards his finger as he pushed it into her cunt. He also realised that the faster he fingered her the faster she wanked his cock, as he had been ready to come for the past ten minutes he was eager to come for her.
Dave started to finger her cunt furiously feeling her hand speed up to suit, suddenly Mary moaned out loud and lifting up her cunt came over his finger.
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When he heard and felt her cunt spasm around his finger his balls finally exploded and jets of hot come squirted out of the end of his cock and splashed all over Mary’s pubes.
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He was young and virile and had plenty of cum in his balls, by the time he had finished her pubes and belly were covered in it and it was running between her legs and trickling between her bum cheeks.
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Such was the force of his ejaculation that there was even splashes of his cum on her breasts and face.
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Mary pretended to wake up, she smiled at Dave and told him she felt wonderful.’ What have you been up to while I was sleeping? She asked mischievously.
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He just blushed and said nothing, she pretended to just notice the state of her body.
‘Oh I’m all sticky, what is all this splashed all over me Dave?
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He had gone scarlet with embarrassment, so she decided to tease him’
‘Why Dave, you haven’t come all over me have you?
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‘I’m sorry’ he stuttered, ‘I couldn’t help it you are so sexy my cock just went bang.’
‘Don’t worry Dave, it’s as much my fault as yours, and whatever you were doing it felt wonderful, I even felt it in my sleep.’
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‘I enjoyed it too much as you can see.’
‘Yes you will have to clean me up before we go home’.
She handed him a tea towel and told him to wipe off all his cum from her body, she then lay back and opened her legs wide for him.
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‘Don’t forget my bum, it feels all sticky between my cheeks’, she ordered.
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Even though he had only just come the action of wiping his come off her naked body started to make his cock twitch again.
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He wiped his cum off her face, tits, belly and pubes easily enough but in order to wipe between her bum cheeks he had to ask her to get on her knees for him.
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Mary just smiled and did so; she opened her legs as wide as she could to help him get the cloth into all her private places.
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By the time Dave had cleaned his cum out of her cunt and bum his cock was once again rigid with desire.
‘Oh dear did I do that Dave?’ she said as she saw the state of his cock, ’Let me sort you out, as you have cleaned me up so gently’.
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She laid him on his back so his cock stood up like a telegraph pole, and taking a firm grip of it lowered her mouth onto his cock.
The feel of her hot mouth on his cock made Dave groan in ecstasy.
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That was wonderful enough, but then she started to suck his cock and lick his shaft to remove all the splashes of cum that he had missed.
He raised his hips to push his cock deeper into her mouth, and seeing this she decided to give him a treat.
 She moved around until her cunt was over his face, this put his cock in the perfect position for deep throat.
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Taking a deep breath she started to push her mouth down over his cock, each time she took more into her mouth until suddenly her lips were up against his hairy balls and his cock was thrust completely down her throat.
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The combination of her throat gripping his shaft, her lips touching his balls and the sight of her wet naked cunt just above his face caused Dave to shoot the last dregs of his semen into Mary’s throat. She gave his shrinking cock a final suck and lick before kissing it.
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‘You have a lovely big cock’ she told him as she got dressed, ‘ I really enjoyed playing with it.’
Dave just lay on the ground exhausted he had never had such a good time in his life.’ I love you Mary, I really do’ he whispered.
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‘You are a dear’ she said as she helped him get dressed, ‘next time you come over me you can lick it off, OK?
‘OK’ he agreed, pleased that she had said that there would be a next time.
During the next week at University she told Dave to behave himself, she couldn’t stand being mauled in public. The sight of boys feeling their girlfriend’s tits and bums in public annoyed her immensely.
If they were alone for a few minutes she would let him feel her tits and kiss her, and she delighted in getting him hard by whispering in his ear what she was planning to do on the weekend.
Once after such teasing she had felt his cock to see how hard he was when the touch of her hand made him come in his pants, but in public although they had told everyone they were an item they behaved with decorum.
The weekend finally came and once again they walked to their picnic place. After a kissing session, during which she let him feel her breasts and firm arse, she told him to strip off so she could play with him as promised.
In a few seconds he was completely naked and lying on his back, his cock was rigid and sticking up in the air. She explained to him that as she had never seen someone come as much as him she wanted to know exactly how much semen he squirted out when he came.
She was going to tease his cock, then stop and let him play with her for a bit while his cock cooled down, then she was going to tease him again until he was desperate to come. Mary pulled a large test tube out of her bag that she had borrowed from the science class, ‘We will see how much you squirt out’ she told him.
To start with she stripped for him, very slowly, with lots of tit shaking and bum wiggling until she was naked. She then knelt over him as before with her cunt over his face, telling him that he could look but not touch her cunt while she played with his cock.
Dave was quite happy to look at her shaven cunt as long as she wanted him to, but he found it hard to concentrate on her pussy as she started to play with his throbbing cock. She didn’t want him to come until she said so, therefore she was careful not to suck his cock until later.
Mary contented herself with feeling his big hairy balls, she hefted them in her hands to feel their weight and firmness, she found it amazing how much semen these things could produce. She then licked his shaft from his balls to his knob, over and over until it was wet with her saliva; she then blew on his knob to cool it down. She was also fascinated by the hole in the end of his cock; she stuck the end of her tongue into it and saw a bead of seminal fluid ooze out of his cock hole.
‘How are you doing back there? She asked Dave over her shoulder.
‘If you keep on I’ll come over your face’ he threatened.
She got off him and lay on her back, she told him to tease her now, to give his cock a chance to cool down a bit.
‘What do you want me to do? He asked.
She told him as long as he didn’t come, and didn’t put his cock in her cunt, he could do what he liked with her.
He thought for a moment and then asked her to open her legs for him, after she did so he lay on his belly between her legs with his face inches away from her naked cunt?
He then asked her to get hold of her cunt lips and pull them open for him. Mary put her hands between her legs and gripping hold of her cunt lips with her fingers she slowly pulled them apart as wide as they could go.
He studied her cunt intently memorising every feature of it for his wanking fantasies later that night. Dave then lent forward and started to lick her shaven little cunt, it tasted lovely and he really enjoyed licking her cunt lips and all around her pubes.
‘Do you see a little knob thing at the top of my cunt Dave? She asked.
‘Yes, what about it?
‘It’s my clitoris, it’s like a small cock, and if you suck it I’ll probably come for you’. She explained.
He really wanted to make her come for him, so he put his mouth over the mysterious knob and started to lick and suck it.
Waves of pleasure started to wash over Mary as her clitoris became more and more erect and swollen, she started to moan loudly, this encouraged Dave to increase his efforts until suddenly she let go of her cunt lips and thrusting her cunt into his face she came with a loud scream that would have startled him if his head hadn’t been clamped between her legs.
Her hot cunt juice splashed all over his face and soaked his hair. She finally stopped jerking and shaking and relaxed her legs so he could lift his head up to see her.
‘Fuck me, ‘ she panted, ‘that’s what I call a come.’
‘When can I fuck you? He asked urgently.
She assured him that it wouldn’t be long before she let him fuck her, but she wanted to try everything else first.
Mary you know I love you don’t you, it wouldn’t matter to me if you weren’t, but I’d like to know if you are a virgin’ he said sincerely.
She reached down between her legs and drew him up to her face, he lay on top of her naked body as she explained that when Miss Simpson asked her to fuck her up the arse, Mary wore a special rubber cock that fitted inside her own cunt as she fucked Miss Simpson.
This device had broken her hymen and stretched her cunt a bit, but she assured him that she had never had any other boys cock in her, and she wanted him to be the first boy to fuck her when she was ready.
She consoled herself by rationalising the fact that although she had been well fucked, it had been by grown men and not boys.
He believed her totally and only loved her more than ever, he was so proud that she had chosen him to be the first boy to know her cunt.
‘When you fuck my cunt you will have to wear a condom, but if you want to fuck me without one I’ll let you fuck my bum if you promise to be gentle.’ She said as a reward.
She felt his cock harden against her belly in answer.
‘I’ll have to grease your cock, and you will have to grease my bum hole,’ she said fishing out a jar of KY jelly from her bag.
She put some jelly on her hands and gently rubbed it all over his stiff thick cock.
Mary then gave the jar to Dave and turned around until she was on her knees with her bottom towards him. ‘Put some on your finger and slip it up my bum hole, it needs to be rubbed all around my arse so it doesn’t hurt me when your cock goes in, and don’t forget I don’t want you coming in my bum today, I want to measure it. So when you are about to shoot your cum up my bum pull your cock out and I’ll catch it in the test tube’.
‘Yes Maam whatever you say’ Dave said distractedly staring at her small pink bum hole.
He put a load of jelly on his finger and gently pushed it into her tight little anus, it gripped his finger tightly as he rubbed the lubricant all around her bum hole. When he had done this he knelt between her legs and placed his knob against her bum hole.
‘Now what do I do?’
‘Pull my bum cheeks as far apart as they will go to help open up my arse hole, then gently lean forward so your knob slips into my arse hole, be gentle as it will have to stretch a lot to fit your thick cock’ she instructed him.
He took a deep breath and carefully leant forward, his weight pushed his knob between her bum cheeks and into her anus.
She gasped as she felt her arse ring stretching; he stopped for a second to give her bum time to adjust.
‘I’m OK ‘she gasped, ‘carry on as you are’.
Fuck me she thought to herself, has he got a thick cock or what.
He continued to push his cock gently between her bum cheeks and into her arse until his big hairy balls touched her bum hole.
‘It’s all in’
‘I know for fucks sake, it’s my arse its in you know’
‘Sorry, now what?’
‘Give me a second to get used to the size of your cock, then start to fuck me gently.’
He waited, feeling the fantastic heat and tightness of her arse gripping his entire length of cock. Then as ordered he started to withdraw until he was almost out of her bum, before he pushed his cock back up into her arse hole. He slowly speeded up until he was fucking her arse, he had fantasised about fucking her cunt but he had never dreamed that she would let him fuck her up the arse.
Every time he thrust his cock up her bum she made a small grunting sound as his balls hit her ring.
The problem was that her bum was so tight it gripped his cock hard when he tried to pull it out and he felt his come rising from his balls to his knob quicker than planned.
‘I’m going to come.’
‘Pull out and hold on’
He pulled his cock out of her bum hole with an audible pop and waited until she grabbed the test tube and slipped it over his cock.
‘OK you can come now’ she panted.
At last he could relax his self-control and allowed his cock free rein to squirt his cum into the test tube.
Mary gave him a deep tongued kiss and gently kneaded his balls as he pumped his semen out for her, when he stopped jerking she pulled the tube off his cock and using her hand squeezed every last drop of semen out of his penis.
‘Good boy, well done I’m proud of you she said.
Mary held up the tube and saw that there was a good inch of semen in it.
She put a stopper on it and placed it carefully into her bag.
‘What are you going to do with that?
‘Taking it home to measure properly of course’ she said.
They got dressed and went home, both had had a good day.
After she had kissed Dave goodnight, Mary walked over to Miss Simpson’s house. The door opened at her knock and she went in.
Mary had always liked Miss Simpson; she had never forced Mary to do anything, and had always been gentle with her. Miss was a lesbian because she couldn’t trust men, her brothers, and her stepfather had abused her when she was a child and it had twisted her view of the world.
Mary knew however that Miss had a lot of love in her, and she desperately wanted to have a baby. The problem was she couldn’t bear the thought of a man’s cock in her, and all the men who may have supplied sperm for her were gay. She didn’t want to risk any chance of giving a child born from her womb any sexual disease, especially aids.
She had confided her problem to Mary and she had come up with an idea that might work, Mary had confided to Miss Simpson that Dave was a virgin, so his semen would be young, strong, and clean. Mary promised to try and get a specimen for Miss as soon as possible.
‘I’ve got it’ Mary said, holding up a thermos flask of hot water, in which was the test tube containing Dave’s sperm. Mary had transferred the tube into the flask as soon as Dave wasn’t looking to keep the sperm nice and warm.
Miss took it from her gently, and held it to her breast. ‘Thank you my dear, it means a lot to me’
Mary kissed her and turned to go.
She was surprised when Miss asked her for a favour before she left. The sperm had to be transferred again from the tube into a Turkey Baster so it could be squirted up into Miss Simpson’s womb.
She said that she couldn’t do it herself and that Mary was the only one she trusted to get her pregnant.
Mary was touched and realised that as it was her boyfriend’s semen, it was only fitting that she should be the one who squirted it up into Miss Simpson’s womb.
They went into the bedroom where they had made love many times in the past and Miss Simpson got undressed. She knelt on the bed with her naked bum in the air and tried to relax while Mary filled the Baster with Dave’s semen.
Mary knelt behind her and tried to insert the Baster into the woman’s cunt, but Miss was so tense that it wouldn’t go in properly.
‘I have to be relaxed and juicy so it will go right up into my womb, and I’m so nervous I’ve gone dry.’ Miss said sadly.
Mary put the Baster on the bedside table. ‘Leave it to me, love, I’ll soon get you ready for my man’s cum.’ She said gently.
Mary stripped naked and climbed into bed with Miss, they kissed and fondled each other until Mary felt Miss start to relax. She put her head between Miss’s legs and started to lick her smooth cunt, as she did so she slipped her finger up Miss’s bum hole the way she liked it.
Miss started to moan and her cunt began to get soft and juicy, Mary continued fingering Miss Simpson’s arse hole until she sensed she was about to come. She picked up the Baster and carried on fingering Miss’s arse until with a scream of pleasure she came over Mary’s hand.
While Miss was still wide open from her orgasm, Mary thrust the Baster deep into her cunt, she pushed it all the way into her, and squeezed the bulb full of Dave’s warm semen so that it squirted his cum deep into Miss Simpson’s womb.
Mary suddenly burst into tears; Miss crawled over to her and held her to her breasts.
‘Why are you crying Mary?’
‘I’ve never done anything so positive as that before,’ she sobbed,’ It’s like creating life, I really hope it works for you Miss.’
‘It’s the right time of the month, and Dave’s given me millions of sperms to try and get me pregnant, we will just have to wait and see. Thank you Mary, you know I love you don’t you.’
‘Yes Miss, and I love you too, I really want to get you pregnant, I’d be a good Daddy’, Mary said and they both giggled like schoolgirls.
Amazingly the very next week the girls were doing their PE as usual when one of them came out of the girl’s loo to report that Miss Simpson was being sick in the showers. The rumours soon started and swept through the College all day, Mary heard about it at break time, she squealed in delight and ran to find Dave.
He was in the Canteen with his mates discussing who the father could be when Mary came running in, and in front of all his friends gave him the most passionate deep tongued kiss he had ever received from her. ‘Have you heard the news? she asked them, ‘Miss Simpson is pregnant.’
Dave’s friends had all believed she was a lesbian, and they agreed that if she was indeed pregnant they must have been wrong all along.
‘Who do you think the father is Mary’ Dave asked.
‘I believe he is young, strong, virile and handsome’ she answered, and whispering in his ear so his friends couldn’t hear she said ‘ I’m going to let you fuck me properly next time we are at our special place, because you are such a good boy.’
Dave’s friends couldn’t hear what she was saying but they could see the affect it had on him clearly.
Look everybody; they yelled Dave’s got a stiffy.
Dave was too happy to care, but before he let Mary go back to her class he asked her about his cum, ‘ How much was there after all?
‘Oh there was plenty Dave, more than enough, thank you darling so very much’ and she kissed him passionately again before running off to class.
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Dave Three
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Today was the day, and Dave had been getting more and more nervous about his coming performance. What if he couldn’t perform when the time came, and his cock just dangled uselessly between his legs, she would dump him and tell all his friends he was a queer of something.
He said nothing to her about it as they walked into the hills towards their special place; she was chatting away about Miss Simpson and other current events and didn’t really notice how quiet he was.
Sure enough his self-doubts had done their damage, and when they both stripped off his cock was soft and small.
Mary was surprised when she saw it like that, because in all her experience with men their cocks were always rigid and throbbing at the thought of fucking her, she wondered if Dave was going off her.
‘Are you all right love? She asked.
‘I’m sorry Mary, I’m so nervous about this that my cocks not working’ he admitted sheepishly.
‘Oh is that all,’ she said with relief, ‘don’t worry, getting you ready is my responsibility.’
She made him lie down beside her and hold her to him, after a little while she asked him to suck her tits while she spoke quietly to him.
She reminded him of the first time he had touched her fanny, and how he had made her come for him. She told him how nice it was to feel his young firm cock in her mouth when she had made him come deep into her throat. As she spoke of these things she felt him relax, and she started to gently stroke his cock.
She told him that he had been the first boy she had let fuck her up the arse, and how her little bum hole had stretched to take the thickness of his enormous cock. She hadn’t realised just how big and thick his cock was until he had pushed it right up her arse.
Her bum had been tender for days she told him, but she liked his cock up her arse too much to say anything to him. She told him how proud she was of the amount of cum he produced and how hot and tasty it was when she swallowed it down into her belly. Talking about his cum made her want to taste it again and could she please suck his big cock for a little while before he stuck it up her.
Her erotic talk had done its healing work and Dave had forgotten his fears as his cock grew harder every minute. She laid him on his back and again knelt over him with her cunt over his face, she asked him to lick and suck her cunt while she sucked his big cock and tasted his lovely cum.
As Mary sucked gently on Dave’s hard cock she gently ground her cunt over his face, he stuck his tongue into her cunt hole and licked it as fast as he could.
Seeing her little pink bum hole right in front of his eyes prompted him to slip a finger up her bum and gently finger her arse. Mary was happy with the state of Dave’s cock and decided to move on to the main event.
She climbed off him and asked him to stand up whilst she knelt in front of him naked. She had read most of the erotic books in Vince’s collection and they had warned that the process of putting on a condom could take the steam out of the moment and cause the man to droop. Their suggestion was for the female to put the condom on the man, using her lips and teeth to unroll it up his shaft to his balls.
This was where her deep throat techniques came into their own as Mary started the condom off by putting it over his knob end and then put her mouth onto his cock.
Dave watched in amazement as his naked girlfriend knelt in front of him and after putting the condom on his knob seemed to be holding it on with her mouth. He felt her mouth moving along his cock and could just detect the sensation of her teeth unrolling the rubber over his shaft. His knob touched the back of her throat and he felt her throat muscles start to swallow his cock while she was still unrolling the rubber towards his balls.
Finally his cock was thrust deep into her throat and her lips were pressed up hard against his balls and the condom was firmly gripping his entire length of cock. Holding the condom on his cock she slowly withdrew his cock from down her throat and as it emerged from her mouth she kissed the end of his cock.
‘You have such a beautiful, big thick cock Dave’ she said, ‘I’m so lucky that you fancy me.’
‘Hey,’ he said, lifting her face up so he could see her properly, ‘I don’t just fancy you, I love you, and don’t you forget it.’
She smiled up at him, ‘I’m glad you love me, because I love you and I have been dreaming about today. I can’t wait to open my legs for you and feel your big hot cock filling my cunt from my lips to my womb.’
She lay on her back and drew him down on top of her; she held his cock and guided it into her hot wet cunt.
When his knob was safely located between her cunt lips, she looked into his eyes and said, ‘It’s time my man fucked his woman’s cunt,’ she kissed him passionately as he thrust his cock deep into her waiting cunt.
At last, he thought I’m fucking her beautiful hot wet cunt, as he pounded his cock deep inside her. Mary hung on to his shoulders as he rammed his cock into her over and over, her tits were bouncing against his chest, and she could feel his heavy hairy balls slapping against her arse hole.
She lifted her legs high enough so she could grab her ankles and pull her feet up beside her ears, giving him total access to her cunt. Seeing his girl totally exposing herself to him drove Dave to new heights of effort as his cum demanded release.
Suddenly he let out a scream of triumph and shot his hot cum deep into her womb. After the first three giant squirts, he collapsed onto her naked body. She held him in her arms tightly as he jerked and shuddered as the rest of his semen dribbled out of his cock into her throbbing cunt.
Mary wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tightly so he couldn’t withdraw his cock from her cunt.
Dave was done, empty, drained of cum and energy, he just wanted to go to sleep in her arms.
‘Hey lover, I haven’t finished with you yet,’ she whispered in his ear, unwrapping her legs and arms from his limp body. She rolled him off her and as he lay supine on the blanket she searched through her bag and brought out a small bottle of champagne and two glasses.
‘Fancy a drink while we wait for your cock to recover? She chirped happily.
He burst out laughing as he lay on his back in the sun with his cock limp against his belly, ‘For fucks sake woman, haven’t you had enough cock yet? He said smiling at her’
‘Oh no, as this is my first proper fuck and I intend to remember every detail of it’ she replied saucily.
She poured out two glasses of champagne and passed one to Dave.
‘To the best fuck a girl ever had’ she said, lifting her glass to him in salute.
‘To the one I love’ he replied simply.
They both drank their drinks, and a few others until they were giggling and there was only enough champagne for one glass left in the bottle.
‘Now what, who gets the last drink? Dave asked.
‘My man does of course’, she said firmly, ‘but we wont be needing these anymore’ and she put the two glasses back into her bag.
Dave watched in fascination as she lay on her back and lifting her legs up into the air grasped hold of her legs and pulled them right back until her knees were next to her ears.
She then stunned Dave by putting her arms in front of her legs so that she was leaning against the backs of her legs looking at her own cunt that was totally exposed to the world.
‘How can you do that?’ He asked in startled surprise, ‘I’ve only ever seen that done by a contortionist on telly.’
‘It’s easy if your supple’ she replied, ‘now come over here and help me do this.’
She handed him the bottle of bubbly and reaching down between her legs inserted two fingers of each hand deep into her cunt and pulled it wide open. She held her cunt open and told him to fill it with the champagne.
Placing the neck of the bottle between her cunt lips he carefully poured some champagne into her cunt.
‘Have a drink on me.’ She offered.
Dave placed his mouth over her brimming cunt and noisily slurped up the bubbly until her cunt was empty, he poured some more into it and again sucked it into his mouth.
‘All done? She asked.
‘There’s only a dribble left’
She unfolded herself and took the bottle off him, she told him to lie on his back and when he was comfortable she dribbled the champagne over his cock and balls. He gasped as the cold liquid soaked his ball hair, but groaned in pleasure as she commenced to lick and suck it from his cock. She kept dribbling it on and sucking it off until it was all gone and his cock was rigid again.
‘Now its my turn she said, you have fucked my cunt as long and hard as you could, I’m going to fuck your cock as long and hard as I can ok?’ she said.
She put another condom on his swollen cock, and knelt over him with her cunt above his knob. ‘Hold on tight ‘ she warned him, and slammed her cunt down onto his cock, he held onto her shoulders as she fucked him as hard as she could.
After a few minutes of this she stopped and turned herself around while keeping his cock deep inside her. She ended up with her bottom toward his face, and when she was happy with her position she started to bounce her fanny on his cock again. He lay there just looking at her beautiful bum bouncing up and down and enjoying every minute of it.
Eventually she tired and slipped off his cock’
‘All done? He asked.
‘Nope, if you think I’m going home without your cum in me your mistaken, I daren’t risk it in my cunt so I’ll have to take it in my bum again, if you don’t mind of course.’
Dave didn’t mind in the least, in fact the sight of her naked arse bouncing on him had made him ready to come again, given the chance.
‘How do you want it?
Mary pulled off the condom from Dave’s cock and kneeled down in front of him with her bum towards him.
She told him to stand straddling her bottom and to just bend his knees until his cock was in the right position to enter her anus.
‘Why cant I just kneel between your legs like last time?’ he queried.
‘Because I haven’t finished with the Champagne bottle yet, and I need some room back there. So shut up and do as your told,’ she ordered.
‘No need to be rude.’
‘Sorry love, but I haven’t tried this before and I don’t know if it will work. Please stick your big cock up my arse’
Dave did as he was told, and rammed his cock right up her arse, perhaps a bit harder than he needed to, to teach her a lesson.
Mary gasped as her bum was stretched wide again, and she felt his cock filling her arse.
She picked up the Champagne bottle that was near to hand and told him to start fucking her until he came up her bum.
Dave balanced himself by holding onto her hips and started to fuck her bum gently, building up his speed as he became more confident.
While he was busy, Mary took the small Champagne bottle and inserted the neck into her cunt. It was thicker than Dave’s cock but not so thick it wouldn’t fit up her.
After the hammering her cunt had just taken it was at its widest and juiciest, and Dave watched in surprise as the bottle with a bit of wiggling disappeared up Mary’s cunt. Soon only six inches of bottle stuck out of her cunt and she held it there while Dave fucked away at her arse.
He could actually feel it expanding her cunt as it went in, making her bum hole even tighter than it usually was.
Mary had seen this being done in a blue movie, although in the movie the girl had the bottle up her arse instead of her cunt.
Mary knew from making love to Miss Simpson that after a long fucking session, the woman could sometimes insert her entire hand up Mary’s cunt. The feel of her cunt being stretched to the limit, at the same time as her bum hole was also being filled to capacity, brought about Mary’s first multiple orgasm.
As the waves of ecstasy washed over her they built upon each other until she was screaming her head off in Rapture.
One second Dave was fucking his girl up the arse, then all of a sudden she turned into a screaming bucking bronco, after three loud screams Mary’s cunt spasmed so much that the Champagne bottle was squeezed out of her cunt so powerfully that it shot into the lake.
At the same time her arse muscles contracted onto Dave’s cock so hard that he lost control and with a loud yell of his own rammed his swollen battered cock as far up her arse as he could and let his cum jet out in long thick squirts until it was forced back along the outside of his shaft to run down between her legs.
With a last ecstatic scream as the last orgasm raged through her, Mary collapsed onto her belly and lay there in a state of complete exhaustion.
As she collapsed her arse was clamped so tightly around Dave’s cock that he was dragged down with her, and laid sprawled across her naked back. He made a small effort to pull his cock out of her bum, but it was gripped too tightly so he just lay there and closed his eyes for a second to get his breath back.
Dave woke up to feel a cool breeze blowing across his shoulders, he was still lying on top of Mary who was fast asleep with his cock still stuck up her bum.
His cum had dried on her arse where it had spurted out of her bum hole and run down between her legs, and his ball hairs were matted with it. He took his weight off her and slowly pulled his now soft cock out of her bum.
She moaned as she felt it slip out of her arse, but then went back to sleep.
Dave looked at his watch and discovered that they had been asleep for two hours, he left her sleeping and taking a towel from her bag walked to the lake and wetting it rubbed the dry cum from between his legs and his belly.
He wet the towel again and kneeling down beside Mary, gently washed his cum off her bum cheeks, and carefully parting them, washed her little pink anus.
As he gently turned her over onto her back she opened her eyes and then opened her legs for him. He washed her cunt and belly, and dabbed her dry with a fresh towel.
She looked at him for a while saying nothing, and then said ‘Well, what did you think of that?
He thought for a moment, ‘You realise that for the rest of my life I will think of today every time I see a Champagne bottle, and when I think of today I will think of you and how wonderful you made my change from a boy to a man. Thank you Mary, I couldn’t love you any more than I do right now.’ He bent over her and kissed her long and lovingly.
‘I love you too Dave, and you were a man before today in my eyes, I believe it’s important that we make such occasions special just so we remember them in years to come. I wanted to be able to remember the first time I was fucked by you, and I’m only sorry that we are not old enough for me to let you fill my womb with your cum.
One day perhaps we will be ready for that step, but not for a while. I would like to say that I have never ever come like that in my entire life, I had heard about multiple orgasms but to experience one the first time my man fucked me is amazing and I’ll certainly remember today for the rest of my life too’.
They got dressed slowly and packed everything away neatly, as they walked back to town Dave said ‘My cock is a bit sore.’
‘Your cock’s a bit sore? My cunt and arse feel like their on fire, and my legs are all wobbly, you are such a wuss Dave.’
‘Yes, but I’m your Wuss,’ he said and arm in arm they walked home.
Nine months later Miss Simpson gave birth to a lovely baby girl.
I was taken upstairs to what was going to be my living quarters, (A2) started to remove my clothing, and told to go and shower,as the Masters expected everyone to be clean & smell fresh.Well I must admit I did smell of stale spunk ,sweat etc, so it was a pleasure to get under a warm shower. Having dryed myself off I was given a uniform of sorts, It was a one piece,with very easy access to both my cock and arse.(A2) said I must always make my self available to the Masters ,as they both had a insatiable appetite for sex , and I would soon find out that they would want to fuck me,or watch being fucked at least 2-3 times a day......It was about 7pm I after having a reasonable meal (At least they looked after your welfare)was told by (A7) to make my w
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ay downstairs and present myself to my Masters in the drawing room, (A7) was a man in his early 20s, very tall,muscular body and I assume a big dick to match,although I did,nt see it.....
I made my way downstairs to the Masters in the drawing room, and found them sitting down on a chesterfield settee, SIR1 told to come over to him, he told me to kneel down and suck his cock,I did,nt really have much choice,I proceeded,to take hold of his zip,pull it down,remove his now growing cock,and wrap my lips around the bell end,oh thats good he said,and took hold of my head and started to force his cock further down my throat.I really went to town on his cock, licked the shaft up & down, rubbing my fingers in such a way he nearly came,but I wouldn,t let him.Took his big balls in my mouth sucked them with some force,and then released, SIR1 was beside himself, he quite clearly thought I was the best thing since sliced bread, I even tugged on his pubic hair ,he liked a little S&M, He was telling or should say shouting at the top of his voice that he was going to ejaculate, SIR2, reminded him that my arse was tight ,and would he like fuck my arse and cum inside me,with that suggestion,he quickly removed his cock from my mouth, and shoved it straight up my arse,it hurt because his cock was bulging with blood filled veins, and he only rode me for a couple of mins,and suddenly all hell was let loose, he came so much spunk I just could not accomodate it ,and it eased out of bottom and made a mess on the floor, (A6) was called and told to lick my arse and my cock and then the floor,in that order,hurry man we have guests comming in half an hour, (9) , he told me go upstairs immediatly ,I want you washed and ready by the time our guests arrive.......
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1/2 hour later I was summond down stairs once again, but told to remove any clothes I had on before comming down,this I did,,,there three extra men in the room, One was a fat man , thier was a youth of about 17 with him, I noticed that the fat man was fondling this boys cock , pulling it and slapping it, the other man was a tall thin man aged I would guess about 40 yrs,,, Sir 1 & 2, called me over,introduced me as thier new toy,and said I have a very accomodating bottom and he recomended trying me out ,while the night was still young.....
The tall man ,came over told me to stand up, now bend over,I did,and I did not forget it , Whack, a cane of some type started to beat the cheeks of my arse, sore,it was red raw by the time he finished, and I was in agony, but that was not going to stop their, I was still in the bent position, when I felt a large cock starting jab its way into my anus, I cryed out in pain, hoping he would give up, that was just like red rag to a bull, He rammed his cock up me as far as he could go, held my shoulders firmly, grabbed the back of my hair , and fucked me, without any form of passion or emotion, that hard rod was like a jack hammer, and then it happened he pulled my hair extra tight , put his left around to the front of my body,and started to wank me, I did,nt have long to wait, he came in torrents, he was still stroking my cock, but doing that, he lost his balance and fell over taking me with him, landing on top of me, no one was hurt,but when he fell on me ,he managed to poke my mouth with his very hard cock, and so it all began again, but this time both SIRS got involved as well.The tall mans cock was firmly in my mouth,SIR1 clambered around to my rear and proceeded to fuck me once again, and SIR2 told me to lie in such a position, for him to stick his cock in my arse as well.......I was nearly split in half.........They were all going like hammer and tongs, then I suddenly felt three volcano,s about to release their contents, and off they went one after another, I felt a bit like Cleopatra bathing in spunk instead of asses milk.I was covered in it,they all withdrew their weapons and left me, a big sticky mess on the floor, (A6 & A7), came downstairs and collected me , and I was put into a large bath tub, and scrubbed clean,..Every hole on my body was very sore....Whilst I was lying in the bath I could hear the Fat Man fucking the youth that they brought with them, and he like me was being totally abused, and 15 mins later, he was brought upstairs and thrown into the bath with me, I got out and left him and (A6&A7)to give him the rough treatment.........................
I slept well that night ,apart from about 3am, when I felt a hand put over my mouth, and someone stroking my very sore cock, I told them to FUCK off, they left me to sleep.......At about 7.30am I was awoken with a sharp tug, get up I was told the Masters require you and (A6) down stairs in their bedrooms, so off I went,didnt have time to refresh myself. We both made our way downstairs (A7), said you ,pointing at me go to SIR2 & (A6) go to SIR1...I opened the door, and was told to come and lie on his bed next to him, He could see that my bottom was still red raw from the night before,and said he would not fuck me today (Oh how kind of him I thought), but that will not stop me giving him a blow job. Now I want you to rim my arse "now" he said, he rolled over onto his belly, and stuck his arse into my face, I hesitated , this was not my scene, my thinking time finished with a timely whack to the side of my head, Lick me now, or I will hurt you, reluctantly I put my tongue into his puckering anus and started to lick, (Im glad he washed) well I spent about 15mins sliding my tongue up and down, even lowering my head to give some Tea Bagging, he loved it,Hold my cock hard slut, stroke my cock he kept whimpering, suck it , love the end of my cock, make me want your cock , up my arse (I had,nt bargained for this) ......Well he took hold of my cock and spat on it, put his knees on to the bed and proceeded to feed my hard cock up his arse, now fuck me you pussie, he told me that if I did ,nt increase my stroke and pump harder, he would get SIR1, to take me again, I increased my pace, I rammed , and I came my spunk flooded inside him, he came as well, all over the bedclothes......I pulled out of him, and just lay on the bed,knackered, he said rest, I don,t call 15 mins long to rest.................
The Master went off to shower & feed, whilst I went back upstairs to clean up....While was washing myself, I could just here a conversation between the Masters, they were discussing my future, I heard them say that they had prospective buyers comming tomorrow, he was going to get a good price for me, well I thought this may be a route of escape...............A9 come here ,yes sir I replied,and quickly made my way down stairs, come into the drawing room the voice said, I went in and there was SIR1 sitting on a bench type chair with a suspended bar hanging just beside him.... He called me over, as usual I was without clothing,they felt we were less likely to play with ourselves if were naked....
I want you to lie on this bar faceing away from me, I did,and then he tied my wrists to the bar,and then raised the bar to about 5 feet high....I suddenly felt very vunerable, he took a large cane off the wall and started hitting my bottom, I screamed to him that I was promised NO corporal punishment today, he said I will do as I like,and you will do as you are told....I had no choice......Whack Whack Whack, it stung every time it came down on my cheeks, then the torture started , he rubbed salt water into my sores, now that did sting, I nearly passed out........When he finished, he swung around to face him, my little cock had shrivled , but he soon changed that, he took my cock in his hand and started to stroke it and quickly brought it back to life, he said SIR2 was now wanting to fuck me ,sore bottom or no sore bottom, he wanted me now...SIR 2 came into the room, I was still hanging off the bar, my erect cock waving in front of me , he came over and grabbed hold of it,and SIR1 left him to it, whilst holding my now very firm cock,he turned me round to taker a closer look at the damaged flesh on my arse, he was still stroking me ,playing with the end, I yet again was getting extremely horny, and sadly, even desiring his cock up my hole, as I had no choice anymore, a cock up my pussie was better than nothing at all, and given the circumstances I now found myself in.......
He inspected my arse ,licked his middle finger,and proceeded to drive it up my back passage, again no emotion or care shown,just his own lust for my arse.He really went to town, he continued to stroke my cock, and whispering,how he was going yet again fuck my mouth he kept telling me that my cock would find relief very soon,and with that statement called A6 into the room and told him to suck me off,this young boy was told to stroke his own cock at first and then take my cock into his mouth.This he did,and soon the force of SIR2 up my arse was pushing my cock into A6s mouth........While this was going on A6 had orders to wank himself off, SIR2 was really ramming his big hard cock in and out of me, I could feel every stroke , and A6 was sucking my weapon and I could feel the build-up of spunk comming to the surface, I was about to explode, and then it all happened I came ,cum was shooting into A6s mouth ,and SIR2 was comming into me...It came in torrents, he must have loosed a gallon of sperm up me (Well thats what it felt like ,well more than a teaspoonful)....White stuff was dripping out my arse and A6s mouth, and then A6 came ,his cum flew across the back of the wall , and we all seemed relieved , and I was still hanging on the bar....he untied my wrists, lowered me to the floor,and told to go rest & bathe, and he expected back down in 5 hours.......
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. Â
It was my sixteenth birthday, and I’d just had my first introduction to sex. The sun was shining, but the breeze was cool, I had no idea what the time was and I didn’t care. In-fact I was skipping along as though I hadn’t got a care in the world. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt so happy or contented. My tummy (deep inside my cunt) was all aglow. As I worked my way past all the farm buildings,
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I’d look to see what animals they contained, some were just old machinery. These buildings were of every shape and size, and leaned on each other in a ramshackle way. Then in between two tall stone buildings, there was a covered alleyway. As I walked down it, it felt very dark and cold. When I came out of the other side of the building I was in a large rectangular yard. It was totally enclosed by buildings all around its perimeter, even though the ones at the other end of this yard were only very low sheds. As I walked clear of the shadow from the building behind me, the hot sun on my back gave me a sudden shiver. Now as I walked down the middle of this yard, the heat in here was wonderful. The buildings were stopping the breeze, and this made it a real sun trap.
I was walking towards where I could see three men near the small sheds at the opposite end of the yard. From this distance I couldn’t tell how old they were, but two were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sheds, and one was spread-out on his back on the ground. They all had their shirts off, and as I got nearer, I realized they were all asleep. I could now make out they were all old men, maybe about forty-five to fifty-ish. As I neared them I had a wicked thought, I purposely made my footsteps as quiet as possible, not that it mattered much, the sheds behind them were obviously pig sties. This I could tell by the smell and the noise coming from them. So if they could sleep through that noise, my footsteps weren’t going to wake them. I had this wild idea in my head, I don’t know why, but I’d dared myself to get close enough to the man lying on the floor, and then I was going to stand astride his head, and lower myself down. I knew from the feeling at the top of my legs, that I'd either still got my own cum oozing out, or it was Steve and Adrian's cum. Either way, I wanted to see if I dare get close enough to feel his hot breath on my cunt, and maybe even rub some of these juices onto his nose. As I nervously neared where he lay.
“Yap! Bark! Yap! Bark!†A little terrier dog I hadn’t noticed suddenly burst into life, and stood they yapping for all he was worth. As the men all began to awake, I jumped back. So as they got to their feet I must have been silhouetted by the strong sun behind me; meaning they wouldn’t have known who I was. But by their initial shocked reaction, I suspect that they thought that either Uncle Harry or Aunty Bette had caught them sleeping on the job. These men were obviously farm workers, or should I say farm hands, cos they weren’t doing any work.
As they realised I wasn’t either of their bosses, their mood changed, and one of them asked, “So who might you be?†“I’m Leslie.†“That’s right; the boss did say his young nephew was bringing a young lass with him.†“Don’t be daft. His nephew is only a scrawny little school kid. She’s a grown lass, and a well made one at that.†“My Gerry is not a scrawny little kid; he’s quite big and strong for a fourteen year old.†“Maybe lass. But at fourteen, he’s still a kid, and fourteen year olds are still scrawny. What’s a grown lass like you hanging around a kid his age anyway?†“I’m only a year older than him.†“Don’t make me laugh. You’re not fifteen, not with a body like that.â€Â
I really liked this comment, for them to think I was older than I actually was, really boosted my self esteem. “Well no, I’m actually sixteen.†“But it’s just that you’re no good at sums?†“Sums?†“Well when I went to school, sixteen take away fourteen would have made you two years older than him.†“Yes I see what you mean. But that’s just because it’s.†I almost said 'it's my birthday today', and then realising, I stopped myself. “Its only been a week since it was my birthday. And as Gerry will be fifteen in two weeks time, you see I am really only just over a year older than him.â€Â
“That’s a pity.†“What?†“Us missing your sixteenth birthday. We’d have given you a present.†“Thank you, but I’ll get, I mean, I got plenty of presents last week.†“Was that pretty dress one of them?†“No, Aunty Bette lent me this; it used to belong to her daughter Audrey.†One of the other two men spoke. “I reckon I remember it, but she never filled it out like you do. Go on; tell us your vitals.†I gave him a quizzical look. “Vitals?†“You know, measurements, vital statistics.†I blushed. Then the first man said. "Leave off, you’re embarrassing the lass.†“Embarrassing her, if she’s sixteen, she’s old enough to know what’s what. And with a figure like hers, she should be boasting about it. Come on lass, don’t be shy.â€Â
I coyly replied. “37 23 36.†“I knew it. And I bet they’re ‘C’ cup?†I blushed bright red, and just nodded. “Well fuck me, who’d have believed little Gerry would catch a beauty like her.†The first man snapped. “Language Jack.†“I don’t suppose it’s a word she hasn’t heard before.†“All the same. But excluding his foul mouth, I have to agree with him, you sure look something special in that dress. Tell you what lass; would you like a look around the new born animal sheds?†Jack quipped. “Jim, I know she’s got childbearing titties, but you’ll not get her to suckle the baby calves.†“Ignore him, he’s harmless really. Now how’s about it?â€Â
“I'd love to see them.†“That’s just what I was thinking,†said Jack with a wicked grin. It took a few seconds for me to process his remark, then as I saw the direction his eyes were fixed on, I realised he was referring to my breasts. I again coloured-up bright red. “See; I told you she knows what’s what.†“Take no notice of him. Right, before we show you around, have you got the time on you?†“No I haven’t got a watch.†“How are you with heights?†“Heights, what do you mean?†“Well there’s a big old clock built into the side wall of the farm house.†“Yes, I’ve noticed it. But you can’t see the farm house from here.†“You would be able to if you were tall enough, the farm house is over the back of these pig sties.â€Â
“What you want me to try to climb up the sty wall to see over the roof?†“No need to climb. See the forks on the front of that tractor?†He pointed to a tractor just a few feet away, it had two big metal spikes sticking out of the front, connected to a big long arm from the back. It’s the kind of thing they use to stick into big straw bales, and lift them up. “Yes.†“If you stand on them, and hold on the frame at the back I could lift you up in the air. Then you’d see the clock.â€Â
I walked to the front of the tractor, and looked at the big spikes. It was obvious they wanted me up in the air to get a look under my dress, but I was in a very impious frame of mind, and teasing them, was somehow irresistible. So instead of just saying, ‘no thanks’, I put a foot on one of the big spikes and pushed hard. They were very substantial, positioned about four inches apart. “They feel safe,†I said. “Are you joking, they’ll lift a couple of ton. They wouldn’t even know you were standing on them.†I reached to the frame behind the spikes, and put both hands on it. It was a round metal rail at about shoulder height and only about as thick as the handlebars on my bike, so I would easily get a good grip. “Is it ok me standing on here while you lift it?†“Course it is, young Gerry used to love being lifted up on there.†“You won’t go too high?†“Just high enough for you to see the clock over the sty roof.†I said to myself. 'Yes. And my bottom'.
“Ok then, I guess it’ll be like a fairground ride.†I put both feet together on one of the spikes, and reached to my side to hold the metal rail. “Not like that girl. Put a foot on each tine, so you’re facing the tractor, that way you’ll hold on better.†I did as he’d said, after all the spikes were only four inches apart, which would still allow me to hold my legs tightly together. So their view would fit my naughty mood, showing my lack of knickers, and naked legs; but concealing my crotch. He jumped into the tractor, and the frame shook as the engine burst into life. Jack who was stood by the side of the tractor said. “Hang on tight; it gives a sudden jerk when he engages it.†“Kerrlunk! Bang!†He was right; it almost shook my feet from the spikes. “Are you ok?†“I think so, are you sure it’s safe?†“Yes perfectly, don’t worry, I promise it’ll be gentle from now-on. Just say when you’re ready.†“Ok. He can start going up, but go slowly.â€Â
The engine revved up, and slowly I started to rise, it was like he said; a very gentle lift. As I rose, Jack made a jovial remark, paraphrasing a comedian off the radio who used to pretend to be a lift operator in a clothing store saying things like, “Going up, suspenders, ladies knickers.†I found this remark amusing at first, until I realised the metal spikes I stood on were very slowly moving in opposite directions. “Hey what’s happening?†“Keep your knickers on lass, there's nothing to fret about. It’s just the bale stretcher, it opens automatically. It’ll stop in a minute.â€Â
I stood there gripping the back rail, as my legs relentlessly spread wider apart, knowing my silly teasing had now back-fired on me. I looked down and as I asked, “How far apart do they go?†I saw Jack step across and stand directly underneath me. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he exclaimed. “I Take that back lads, come and look at this, she can’t keep her knickers on, cos some bugger has already had ‘em away.†By now my feet were now about up to their shoulder height, and I could see over the sty roof. But they were also spread about two feet apart, so I think it’s safe to say the men were more engrossed in their view than I was in mine. I shouted to them to stop. “Hey pack it up; get me down now and bring these spikes back together.†The tractor engine shut-down and the frame gave a shudder. I looked down; Jack and the man who hadn’t yet spoken were stood under the forks, looking up at me. Jim, the man who’d been operating the tractor was rapidly making his way to join them.
Jack exclaimed. “Look at her fanny glistening, she's dripping wet.†Then the other man chipped in. “She definitely knows what’s what, she’s been fucked less than half hour ago, and not just by one man.†“Please let me down, looking up my dress isn’t nice, you’re embarrassing me†All three men began reaching up my legs, and stroking them, not quite reaching my cunt, but as they each brought their hand down and examined their fingers, it was obvious they'd reached the juices that were running down my inner thigh. I tried to get my legs together by bringing my left leg across to the same spike as my right one, but the stretch was too far, and at this height, I was too scared to move. “Stop it please. Let me down now.â€Â
Jim spoke. “Well my girl, you do know what’s what, and you know what fits where. Are you gonna tell us who’s had the pleasure?†I couldn’t admit to him I’d been with the farmers sons, so I knew I had to start telling lies. “I let my Gerry do it to me before he had to go and work in the fields.†Jack took over the questioning. “And that little squirt Gerry is the only fuck you’ve had?†“Yes.†“Well I see him in a different light. If he can batter up your cunt that good at his age, his gonna be some stallion when he’s fully grown.†Turning to the other two, Jim asked. “Do we believe her?†Jack replied first. “If she's only had one fucking, then the amount of spunk up that twat of hers, she must have mated with old Hercules.†They all gave a laugh at his reference to Hercules. But it wasn’t until a couple of days later I found out that he’d been referring to their stallion! And at that point I realised the relevance of his comment.
The third man said. “That’s fresh spunk, and a fanny that’s still throbbing, so as I said before; she been fucking less than half hour ago. But when I went to find Steve over an hour ago, he’d disappeared. Then while I was looking around the workshop, I saw young Gerry running past, heading down towards the hazel copse. But less than ten minutes later, Adrian came running back in the opposite direction. So I think we know who she’s been playing around with.†Jim spoke. “Well lass, is Ken right.†It was pointless denying it with Ken being so positive about when and what he’d seen. But the last thing I wanted to do was to let the cat out of the bag about my birthday. I again blushed as I admitted to them. “He’s right.†“So even though you’re supposed to be young Gerry’s girl, you’ve been fucking around with Steve and Adrian.†“It wasn’t like that, first of all Adrian caught Gerry and me in the barn, and he threatened he tell aunty if I didn’t let him do it as well. Then Steve threatened to hurt Gerry, so I let him do me, to save Gerry getting a beating.†“That puts a different light on things; it looks like you’ve been wronged by them lads. Come on, we’ll let you down and stop mucking you about. Ok lads take your hands off her legs; I’ll get the bale spreader closed up.†I gave a sigh of relief, thinking I'd got myself out of a fucking.
With that he climbed back into the tractor, and started the engine. Then he leaned out of his cab and called to Jack and Ken. “Just slip your hands up and hold her legs while I engage the hydraulics, we don’t want her falling from that height.†They didn’t need telling twice, and knowing the way the tractor had jerked violently last time, I didn’t protest. So there I was facing away from both men as they slipped a hand apiece up into my crotch, and used their other hand to secure my foot to the spikes. Jack called back. “Ok Jim, we’ve got her.†Again the tractor went, “Kerrlunk! Bang!†But with there hands holding me I was perfectly safe. Jim called again. “Mind yourselves lads, I’m closing the forks.†Ken removed both his hands, and stood back to one side, but Jack after removing his hands, just ducked his head under the spike, leaving him stood to one side of me, and then he immediately slipped one of his hands back up and held me around my cunt.
The spikes slowly began to get closer together, and I looked down to where Jack was stood and said. “I’m ok now; you can take your hand out.†“Better to be safe love, I’ll just wait till your closer to the ground.†“Please, don’t.†But I could tell my pleas were falling on deaf ears, so I just stood there with him working his fingers into my slit. I guess it was only a minute before the spikes were back to their original position, and hence my crotch was covered by my tightly closed thighs, but he still had his hand firmly trapped under my cunt. (Funny thing that, I guess it proves that God is a man. If a woman had designed her own body, she have made it so when she closed her legs to keep out unwanted advances, it would have been closed off from back and front. But no, when we close our legs, from the back there is still an access tunnel leading directly to the goodies the men want to get at).
So it was, his hand still in place, that the forks began to slowly lower down towards the ground. Then all our attention was suddenly distracted by shouting coming from the opposite end of the yard. “Hey! What are you doing to her?†It was Gerry, running towards us at full speed. The tractor stopped, leaving me still a good three feet in the air. Jim climbed down from his cab, and the three men stood there waiting for Gerry to reach where they stood. Jack had still got his hand up under my cunt, and showed no sign of removing it even though Gerry would soon be near enough to see what he was doing. I tried one more time, speaking with as forceful a tone as possible, but not loud enough for Gerry to hear. “Jack, take your hand out." Then pleaded in a gentler tone, "Please before Gerry notices.†“No can do, your legs are wedged too tightly together.†I put all my weight on one leg, and lifted the other leg off the spike, and as I spread it wide I said. “Now quick.†He was quick alright; he slipped two fingers up into my hole, and then said. “Get your leg down, or Gerry will think you’re letting me feel your fanny.†I dropped my leg, and squeezed my thighs tightly together hoping in vein that Gerry might not notice. But as this hand was up from behind me, and my back was facing towards the direction Gerry was approaching from, I was sure he could already see.
“Hey Jack! What are you doing to my Leslie? Get your hand out.†Instead of making excuses or apologising, Jack gave a reply that was almost a rebuke. “Steady on there lad, while you’ve been larking around in the fields, your poor little girl has had a bit of an ordeal. Haven’t you my love.†I didn’t speak, but Jim continued. “Its alright Gerry lad, we’ve just found out about what Adrian and Steve have been up to, and we were just about to check her out.†“What do you mean, what is she doing up on the tractor, and why has he got his hand on her fanny?†“Calm down lad. She’s up there because we were gonna show her the new born calves, and she was just looking to see the time, you know, you’ve done it plenty of times. And Jack is just holding her till we get her safely to the ground, she’s not a brave lad like you, she’s a girl, and she got a little frightened on the way down. But I’m a thinking you should be more worried about the state she’s in, you do know what Harry’s sons have done to her?†Gerry's face changed, and as he looked at me, I could tell he was now more worried than angry.  “Are you ok, did they hurt you?†I didn’t get chance to answer, Jim said. “Come on now; what do you think? They're both grown men. They've both got cocks the size of a horse, and your little girl, only just sixteen last week.†Gerry replied with. “She’s not even that old, it’s her sixteenth birthday today.†I froze as I heard his reply; while all three men stood there exchanging knowing looks with each other. Then Jim spoke. “Today is it? Well I wish we’d known. Does your aunty Bette know she’s out today?†“Oh yes, she sorted out that pretty dress for Leslie to wear.†“Lift her down Jack, and you and Ken hold her legs open while I take a look.†Horror struck me, but before I could make any protest, I was being lifted across and laid on the ground. Gerry asked agitatedly. “What are you doing?†“I’m gonna take a look and see if she needs medical attention, you know I’m St John trained.†(A First Aid Group)
They held my legs open, and as they did, Jack let his fingers slip out of my hole. Then as they all gathered around in between my open legs, Jim, who was kneeling, used his fingers to gently spread the lips of my cunt open. Jack had released my legs, and was busy scrawling something on a scrap of paper. “Is it bad?†Asked Gerry in a worried tone of voice. Jack replied. “Tell you what Gerry lad, while he gets her cleaned down, you take this note to your pal Graham, I saw him this morning, heading for the pond in the south field with some other lads.†“What’s the note for?†“Graham’s mom is a nurse; she’ll come and sort Leslie out properly for you.†He handed the paper to Gerry, who then turned and looked towards Jim and asked. “Will she be aright until I get back?†Jim was still probing his finger up inside my cunt.
“Course she will, we’ll make sure she gets plenty of what she needs.†Jack then added. “But you make sure you find Graham, and tell him to read the note.†Gerry was about to unfold the paper, I guess to read it. “What does it say?†“Hey! That note is for Graham’s eyes only.†“Why?†“Never you mind why. Give me your word, you’ll not open it.†“Well ok, but I don’t understand why.†“You don’t need to; just give me your word.†“Yes, I promise.†“Ok, you just run as fast as you can.â€Â
And with that he was on his way running down the yard, once he was out of site, Jim said. “Graham’s mom isn’t a nurse, what did you write on that note.†Jack replied. “I just told him Gerry’s girlfriend was here on the farm, and it was her sixteenth.†“Why him?†“No reason, it wouldn’t matter which lad I’d picked. But I guess being as he knows Gerry he’ll send him off on a wild goose chase to lose him for an hour or two, and then I’d expect they’ll call in at the pub on the way up here. The message will be all over the county in no time.†“Right my girl, looks like we’d better get a move on, otherwise they’ll be queuing at the door. Come on lads; let’s get her into the shed.†As they all began to help me to my feet, I asked. “What are you going to do?†“Don’t come the innocent now my girl; you’re out here on your sixteenth, dress that short we can see your bum, no knickers; and just to prove you know what's about to happen, you’ve got spunk running out of your cunt from your last fucking.â€Â
I was now stood up on my feet, and they began to walk me towards an open door in one of the sheds that bordered the side of the yard. Jack was holding one arm, Ken holding the other and though I wasn’t exactly struggling, I’m sure if I had tried, they would have made sure I kept walking. Jim was following directly behind us, and he asked. “Did Bette dose you up with some potion before she let you out of the house this morning?†Knowing the potion I’d drunk was to prevent me from getting pregnant, and knowing he obviously knew this, I blushed bright red, as I shyly replied. “Yes.†“I guessed as much, that’s why her two lads weren’t too worried about filling your fanny with spunk.†At this point I knew there would be no reprieve, and I decided to accept the fucking that was coming, and try to get out before the local village lads arrived to get their share.
As soon as they’d escorted me through the door, Jim closed it behind us. And at that point Jack, who was still at my side holding one arm, slipped his other hand back in between my legs. Ken started undoing the ribbons on one side, and within seconds Jim who appeared to be in charge, was tackling the ribbons on the other side. Jack had eased my legs apart, and was fingering my cunt again. Once my dress was lifted free, my cammy soon followed, and I was naked. “Clear that bench and get some of those old sheets across here.†Ken did as Jim had asked him, and between Ken and Jack I was lifted across and laid along a big solid wooden table. Jim was kneeling on the table in no time, with his cock pointing to my face. I brought my hands around, took hold of it, and proceeded to run my hands up and down its length. It was only limp at first, but like my cunt it soon got excited. Jack was poking me deep with his fingers, and I thrust myself towards him to enhance his every probe. Ken was leaned over the side of the table, tweaking one nipple while he sucked and nibbled on the other. This feeling was electric, and not confined to any one part of me, but going on all over my body.
I remembered thinking just yesterday while Gerry had been going from nipple to nipple; I wondered what it would be like to have all areas worked on at once. Now I knew, it was fantastic, I loved it!
Jack stopped fingering me, and my first thoughts were, ‘Yes he’s gonna fuck me now.’ Both the other two kept on with their own particular area, and I waited for him to get his pants off, and mount me. Then I felt something soft pushing at my cunt. I knew it was Jack’s cock, and I heaved up to meet it. My cunt opened, and he was pushing himself deep inside me. This was a wonderful fuck, not the biggest cock, but the combined effect of having all these other hands, mouths and even a mans cock in my mouth, all at the same time. I heaved hard to make the most of his length, and soon he was coming inside me, not a hint of pulling out to shoot his cum.
As Ken saw what was obviously Jack's cum strokes, he moved down from my tits to the other end of the table, to be ready to climb on as Jack dismounted. “Hang on there Ken me lad. Who said you were next?†“But Jim, I'm about ready to blow.†“Well I’m gonna be the next one to fuck that little twat. You just come here a minute.â€Â
I glanced up, as I was curious to see how this was going to be resolved. Personally I didn’t care who fucked me next, I just wanted them to get on with it. Jim stood away from the table, and as Ken approached him he whispered something in his ear. Ken looked at me, and a big grin appeared on his face. What he’d got to grin about, I had no idea, because it was now Jim who was climbing up in between my legs.
As he got on the table. “Come-on Leslie. Be a little sweetie and get yourself on top, you’re younger than me.†This I didn’t mind, as I’d said last time, you can control the fuck better this way. He lay down, and I lowered myself onto his stiff cock, forcing him in deep to his full length. “Oh yes that’s good. Just go very slowly for me; I want to feel it making its way into you.†I did as he’d asked, and by now Jack had slipped his still dripping cock at my mouth, and I began to suck the cum from it. As I concentrated on my cock sucking, and slowly riding this cock, I felt Ken starting to finger my cunt at the same time. Funny I thought, but I suppose its not much consolation when he actually wanted to fuck me next.
But then his fingering moved from my cunt to my bottom! I wasn't too sure about this, I pulled back and was about to turn to stop him. Jim's arms clamped firmly around me. “Where do you think you’re going little girl?†“My bottom, stop him. He’s fingering my bottom.†â€ÂJust be still, let him get it all wet. It’ll be easier once you’re wet.†“No please no.†He held me tight, and Ken’s finger was going from my cunt to my bottom, and now not just rubbing around the outside, but his finger end was opening my hole. It wasn’t that it hurt, it just felt dirty.
“God no. Please don’t do that to me.†“His wet finger went in to its full length, and I could feel the knuckle joint going in as my hole opened and gripped around it.†“Ok she’s wet enough.†Ken said as he pulled his finger out. Then Jim dropped his cock out. “Hey! It’s dropped out.†“Don’t fret little girl, you’ll soon be getting plenty more.†Said Jim.
Now a cock was once again pushing at my cunt, so I pushed back to take it. He shafted me a few lengths, and it felt different, I knew this wasn't Jim's, so I guessed they must be going to take turns, and now it was Ken's go. “That’ll do, it should be wet enough by now.†Jim said. Then as he gripped me tightly again. “Ok I’ve got her.†Ken pulled out of my cunt, and then I felt it, his cock was pushing at my bottom.
“God no! Please no!†But this was in vain, not much force was needed, and once my hole opened, he kept pushing until it was right in. He left it still, at its full length, and then Jim was pushing up at my cunt. “No you can’t do that as well. Please take it out of my bottom.†But I was wasting my breath, I was going to get a double fucking, and that was it. They started slowly, easing themselves all the way in and only pulling half out. Soon I was relaxing, and my cunt was getting excited again. As I relaxed, their thrusting got quicker, and although the sensation wasn’t in my bottom, the sensation in my cunt was definitely more intense. I could feel my body pushing back to meet them both, as if I was wanting them deeper inside me.
“I knew you’d like this once we broke you in. You’re a horny little bitch.†This fucking had just got into its stride, and I was actually enjoying it now, and not feeling too shy to let them know. “Arrg yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.†I felt the warm cum as it was injected into my bottom. Ken pulled out, but Jim was still under me, and pumping up for all he was worth. Jack climbed down from my head end of the table, and as I suspected, he was soon pushing himself up my bottom. But as I say by now I’d actually not just accepted it, but I was sure it was enhancing the feelings in my cunt.
I can’t remember exactly who did what and how many times, as they rotated around from mouth to cunt to bottom. I think they all shot at least three loads of cum inside me, some in my cunt, and some in my bottom. When they’d all had enough, they sat on some old potato sacks against the wall. I was still laid on the table on my back, open legged, and cum running from my sloppy cunt. “Well lads she’s definitely making the most of her birthday.†“I’ll tell you what, even if all the village lads catch her, I’ll bet she ends up draining the fucking lot dry.†“Do you think any of them know she’s out yet?†“Well if the lads haven’t past the message on, then when I get down the pub, I'll do the honours." He lifted up his wrist, and looked at his watch. "Speaking of which, they’ll be open buy now, that little spunk bucket has made me miss opening time.†“She was worth it, wasn’t she?†“Too fucking right she was, and if I'm with the gang that catch her tonight, I’ll have another go at her.â€Â
I climbed down from the table, and looked around for something to clean myself down with. Ken passed me a cloth, it wasn't what you’d call clean, but as I had nothing better, I began to use it to clean myself down. Then I started to dress, and when Jim could see I was struggling to do up the ribbons on the side of my dress he turned towards Ken and said. “Come on, we took it off, I guess it’s only fair we help her to tie it back up again.†Jack had by now straightened himself up, and as he disappeared through the door he said. “Right I’m off for a pint. I don’t know why she’s bothering to put that back on, it’s my guess it’ll be back off before the hours out, and that fanny of hers will be flapping away like a good’n.†Why do men always make such crude remarks once they've had what they want from you? I didn’t bother to make a comment. But surprisingly, Jim did. “Be off with you; you foul mouthed bugger.†Then turning to me. “Take no notice my love; you did well for a young’un. Ok I think they’re all fastened. Now unless you want to meet the local lads, I’d suggest you get a move on."
Now I was in a dilemma, not that I minded being fucked, on the contrary, I'd found out, I really enjoyed it. But the thought of hordes of men and boys hunting, with me as the quarry, was more than a little frightening. First thoughts were to go back to the hiding above the bull pen, nobody would find that place. But I had no idea how many people already knew about it, at least two of the sons did, so I’d guessed most of there pals would as well. Then I thought above the stable, but that was also an obvious place. Then as I came out of the alleyway from the courtyard, and turned to make my way around the outside of the farm buildings, I spotted a likely place. Plum in the middle of the field that led down to the copse where I assumed Adrian would now be, there was a massive tall haystack. This I thought might be suitable, not that I was a needle, but I hoped they would still have a job to find me there.
I sneaked past the workshop doors, and I could see Steve was still busy working on the big muck-spreader. Once clear of these I run as fast as my legs would carry me, across the field. When I got to the haystack, it was as tall as the farm buildings, but no staircase or ladder to climb up. One thing in my favour was the twine the bales of straw are bound with. I knew once I’d started climbing up I dare not look down, and I totally turned a blind eye to the problem of how I’d ever get off here. Hanging on the twine, and wedging the toes of my shoes into the bale layers, I slowly made my way higher. I kept looking above myself, and the top never seemed to get any closer. My hands were stinging, but there was no time or place to take a rest. As my strength was draining each stride to the next layer got more difficult. I had started to wonder if all this effort was worth while, and I felt that I’d hear someone behind me before I reached the top. I was thinking, ‘you stupid girl, why didn’t you go around to the other side to climb. There would be less chance of anyone from the farm seeing you while you’re climbing.’ Next second, as I heaved myself up one more layer, the rays of sun came blinding into my eyes. With a sudden burst of energy, I scrambled onto the top of this massive tower. It was at least forty foot square.
My first thought was to make a well in the centre of this stack, so I could hide down inside it. I dashed into the middle area, and tugged with all my might to get a bale free, but this just wasn’t going to happen. So I resigned myself to just lying as flat as possible. Then I found this wasn’t as bad as I’d thought, the area of the top was that big, that even when I sat up straight, I couldn't see ground in any direction, that’s is apart from the Mooreland hills in the distance. So if I couldn’t see people on the ground, they wouldn’t be able to see me. So now I got on my hands and knees, and crawled towards the edge nearest the farm, until I could just see the buildings. I pulled handfuls of straw from a bale, and made a large fan, that I held in front of my face. This I believed would allow me to see through it, whiles masking my head from view of anyone below. Now I shuffled forward so that I had a clear view of what was going on in the farm yard.
And nothing! There was nobody in sight. All my worrying, and it looks like it was all in vain. A couple of the dogs were chasing around as normal, but if anyone had been about, they’d all be there barking and going silly. I breathed a big sigh of relief, and turned over onto my back. The sun was burning down, and next I started to worry if I’d be up here all day and get sun stroke. Now I was lying still I could hear my own heart, it was pounding hard in my chest. I began to reflect on the whirlwind of a day that had already past. Had I brought it on myself? Was I a slut? Up until yesterday, most girls I hung around with called me prudish because I was still a virgin!
Then my day-dreaming was suddenly interrupted. “BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF. BARK. BARK.†Even at this distance from the farm, I could still hear the pandemonium as all the dogs in the yard went wild. I carefully turned myself over and got onto my hands and knees, holding the fan of straw in front of me. Then I peered over the edge to see what had caused the commotion. My heart sank as I saw several men already gathered in a group by the workshop where Steve had been working. As I looked on I could see there were more men joining them all the time. By the time they stopped arriving, I’d estimated about twenty men were milling around. They split-up, and I guess were searching the farm buildings. I saw three men at the door to the farm-house, and Bette had answered the door and was talking to them. Even though her gestures appeared to be telling these men I wasn’t there, they still went into the house.
Then I could make out Steve in the front of a group of about half-a-dozen men, and he was pointing directly towards me. But surely he had no idea where I was hiding? Or had he been watching me climb the stack? The men all left Steve, and as they left the gate at the edge of the farm, I could tell they were not heading towards me. They were striding out with a brisk walking pace, but from the path they were treading, I assumed they were heading for the copse over the other side of the field. I breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered if anyone would come searching this stack?
I was in this position for some time, men would gather, and then go off in small groups searching. Then I could see a group of men all having some kind of discussions with a ring leader. The group grew in size, until there was over a dozen men in a semi-circle, with one man keeping their attention. Then I saw them passing something around from one man to another, and it ended up being given to the man stood at the front. He held it in his hands, and gave it back. That was it, it was someone’s cap. They’d been having a whip-round, to collect money for this man. Now he pulled out what look like a piece of old rag, and held it out in front of him. There were some dogs there as well, not the farm dogs, but black ones, and they were being given the cloth or what ever to bite and sniff at.
Oh god! Now I understood. That was old Ken down there, and I bet that was the old piece of cloth I’d used to clean my legs down with. It would be covered with spunk, and my cunt juices. Any dog worth his keep could track that down. They were black Labradors. And the whip-round was Ken selling my scent to them. The ungrateful bastard. He’d fucked me rigid, and now he was selling me down the river. But now the dogs were being let loose, and after a few minutes running around, they were both heading to the gate that led to this field. I hadn’t got time to be angry, I had to move quickly.
I rushed to the other side of the stack, not having a clue how I was going to get down. As I neared the edge, I saw two wooden rails protruding over the top of the stack. A fucking ladder? And I’d almost killed myself climbing up here. But no matter, I didn’t look over the edge; I just looked towards the stack, and swung my leg around the ladder onto a rung. Then I brought the other one around, and I was on my way down, still not daring to look. I kept thinking there could be someone standing behind me just waiting for me to step into their arms. But I kept moving as quickly as I dare.
My feet hit the ground, and I run for all I was worth, making sure I kept in a straight line to keep the stack between me and my pursuers. Then I saw him. Tall as a house, and a cock like a pick-axe shaft, this I later found out was Hercules. He dropped his head, stamped on the ground a couple of times with his front hoof, and started charging towards me. To continue in a straight line to the edge of the field was at least another hundred yards. But if I broke cover and ran over to the side, the nearest hedge was only thirty feet away. I had no option; I turned and ran to the hedge, and dived headlong into the watery ditch. Then I crawled quickly underneath the thick cover, and found a hole in the hedge-bottom to crawl through. I felt sure they’d all be in hot pursuit, now they’d seen me break cover. I had a quick look through a lightly foliated part of the hedge, but couldn’t even see the haystack. The field I had been in was so undulating, and the area where the horse had startled me must have been so low, it wasn’t visible from the middle of the field. That’s why I hadn’t noticed a horse when I’d been looking around from the haystack.
No time to waste, I kept to the hedge row, and made my way from field to field. Eventually I was in a half cut field of corn (or something like that.) There was a gigantic harvesting machine stood about twenty feet from the field’s edge. I walked towards it and as I got to within ten feet of it. “Hey! What have you been doing?†I spun around, to see Andrew sitting on the ground by the hedge, eating his sandwiches. “Oh Andrew, it’s you. Thank god. They’re all after me.†“Well I thought that was what you wanted. Mom told me you wanted to be part of the chase.†“No please Andrew. I only came out because nobody around here knew it was my birthday.†“So how have they found out?†“Gerry told these men who were working in the farm yard.†“Who? Jim, Jack and Ken.†“Yes, and then Jack went down the pub, to tell everyone.â€Â
“Well we can’t talk here. Come-on lets get you up in my cab.†“But they’ve got dogs tracking me. They’ll know I’m in your cab.†“So I guess you’re in trouble.†“Please Andrew. I really will make it up to you.†“Maybe there is a way. I see you’ve already been through some water in a ditch?†“Yes I had to run from one of your horses.â€Â
“Right we haven’t got much time, and you need to do this right, so listen carefully. These dogs can’t follow scent across water, and there’s a stream running the length of that hedge over there. You carry on in the same direction as you were going, towards the combine, but veer slightly so as to pass the back of it without actually touching. Then keep going until you meet the hedge. Climb through it, into the stream. It’s not deep, but it will be very cold, and be careful, it’ll be very slippery. Walk down the middle, making sure you don’t touch any vegetation growing from either bank. I’ll get into the combine, and go down to that gateway you can see down the other end of the field. I’ll stop over the stream, and jump down into it. Once you get there I can pick you out of the water, and lift you up onto the cab ladder, and you can climb in. The dogs won't be able to pick-up your scent at that height. They’ll lose you going into the stream, and have to search both side banks in both directions to see where you got out. That will keep them busy for hours. Now you get cracking before it’s too late.†“Thank you. I’m really grateful. I promise I’ll make it up to you.â€Â
With that I was gone, and soon scrambling through another hedge, making my dress even grubbier. He was right about the water being cold, but I plunged my feet in regardless, and was soon making my way down stream towards the gateway. Then when I was about twenty feet away, the big combine loomed into view, crossing the stream in front of me, and stopping. Andrew jumped into the stream, and stood waiting for me. As soon as I got there he said. “Quick, turn-around facing the other way, and hold your arms up.†I did as he’d said, and his hands gripped my waist, instantly lifting me high in the air, then as he turned-around to face the big combine, he tipped me over backwards, pointing my feet skyward. As my feet touched the sill of the combine doorway, he said. “Reach up and grab the side rail to pull yourself in.â€Â
I reached, and I stretched my arms, but no way could I get close to the grab handles. “I can’t reach.†“Ok, I’ll lift you onto my shoulders.†Up I went above his head, and slowly he lowered me down with my legs astride his head. “Are you ok like that?†I was sat with my thighs wide open, crotch pressed tightly onto the back of his neck, legs dangling down in front of his chest. “Yes, I think so.†“Hold onto my head, I need my hands to climb up into the cab.†I did as he’d instructed, and he immediately began to climb up into the cab. Once inside he bent forwards, and as my feet reached the cab floor I climbed off him.
Being as it was a sunny day, and the hedge he’d been sitting behind had sheltered him from what little breeze there was, he was naked to the waist. As he sat himself down on the driver’s seat, he wiped his hand across the back of his neck. I looked across; I could see I’d left a mess of sticky juices running from his neck and down the middle of his back. He wiped his hand on his trouser leg, but like the gentleman he was, never made any kind of comment. I felt so dirty, and although I wanted to wipe it clean and apologise to him, I was too embarrassed. “There’s not much room, and be careful of all these levers. Right if you’re ok, I’d better get this thing moving. It’s gonna be very noisy, and I won’t be able to hear you, so if you want me, just hit my leg.†“Yes I’m ok. You get going before anyone sees you here.â€Â
The big noisy engine started up, and the floor shook violently. It bounced its way along, as it made its way across the field to continue with the cutting. Then as it approached the un-cut corn, the big wide cutters at the front burst into life. If I’d thought it was noisy before, then I didn’t know how loud noise could get. It was like thunder going on inside the cab. I curled into a ball behind his seat, and clasped my hands tight to my ears.
We made our way along the field cutting strips from the sea of waving corn, then returning back along the other side repeating this process. Each time we turned at either end, I got a panoramic view across the approaching fields. This I was scanning carefully to look for my pursuers. Then I saw a tractor in the next field, it was pulling a massive trailer and it was approaching the gateway that crossed the stream. Once in our field, it headed directly towards us, and was driving at the same speed at our side. It was far too noisy for them to be talking to each other, but they drove in tandem like this for some distance before they stopped. Then as the combine slowed to a standstill, so did the tractor. Both vehicles shut their engines off, and the silence was unbelievable.
A voice from the tractor came drifting across. “Hey up Andrew. Is this lot chasing our Leslie?†“I guess so. She’s a silly girl going out today; I’m surprised at mom letting her.†Then came a different voice, it wasn’t old Harry, and it definitely wasn’t Andrew. “How’s it going Harry, I thought you’d be game for this new lass that you’ve got on your farm?" “Game is one thing, but this corn ain’t gonna harvest itself, and if I miss the weather, it’ll cost me plenty.†“I bet it’s more the misses won’t let you, you dirty old dog.†“Yea, I guess there’s a smattering of truth there.â€Â
“Did you or your Andrew see her when she passed through this field?†“Well I didn’t, but I’ve not long arrived, how about you Andrew?†“She ain’t been this way.†The anonymous voice replied, “Yes she has. The dogs tracked her over the far corner, she cut across and down into the stream, but she didn’t cross it. She’s got more about her than most lasses of her age.†Then Harry asked. “What you think? Is she walking the stream to throw the dogs off?†“Certainly looks that way. That’s why we thought we’d ask if you’d seen her, to save time. We’ve only got two dogs, and that stream is thickly covered, so flushing up both banks could take some time. A clue as to which direction would be handy.†“Well lads looks like you’ve got a long day trekking through cold water. If I was you lot, I’d give her best, and take it out on old Julie the barmaid. She only charges five bob (£0.25), and she’s a definite.†“You’re only saying that because you can’t join us. If you were down here; you wouldn’t give up that easy.†“That’s as maybe, but I’ve got to get on. If you catch her, send someone to find me, my old fella is getting stiff just a thinking about her. Good luck with the hunt.â€Â
Old Harry fired up his tractor, and was about to move off. But Andrew was banging on his cab window, and waving his arms. The tractor stopped. “Hang on a minute dad. I need to have a word with you before you take that lot back.†“What do you want now?†His voice sounded agitated, I think maybe the thought of missing out on the chase had upset him. Andrew turned to me and said. “Don’t move, I’ll be back in a minute.†He climbed down from his cab, and then as he approached the tractor, he appeared again. He talked to old Harry for maybe a couple of minutes, and then I saw him making his way back. Before he’d appeared back at the combine, the tractor had already moved away and was making its way back to the farm. I could also now see the group of maybe twenty men and lads with their two dogs, making their way towards the stream.
“Right Leslie, I’m sorry about this, dad says we need to get you back to the farm, but its too risky trying to get you into dad’s tractor with them lot about. So we’ll have to finish off this field before we make our way back, otherwise they’ll smell a rat.†“That’s ok, I don’t mind.†“Ok, cover your ears.†And with that the combine burst back to life, and we started moving. The noise was as before, and I was wondering what my next ordeal would be. But back to the present, at each turn I got a panoramic view of the field, and I could now see the pack of hunters were splitting into three. Two groups were following the stream going outwards from the farm, one in the field either side of it. The other group were ambling their way aimlessly back in the direction of the farm. They must have taken Harry's advice, and given up the chase. So for now I was safe, or at least safe from the hunters, who were now down to maybe ten or twelve men.
It took a while, but eventually the field was completed, and we’d made our way back. The combine was carefully edging its way into the big barn and came to rest up close to the end wall that joined the workshop. The combine being so tall, from the cab door that was now open, we could see over the end wall down into the workshop next door. “You sit still, and I’ll tell you when to move. You’d better not be afraid of heights.†I didn’t answer, as he was gone before he’d finished speaking. Nothing happened for about five minutes, then I saw a big door open in the far wall of the workshop, this wasn't down at floor level, but at about fifteen feet high up on the wall, at about the height of the combine cab, that is well above the top of the wall in the barn.
Steve appeared in the workshop with a long rope which he was throwing up into the roof. Every time it came down he’d throw again, until it eventually went over one of the roofs metal trusses. Now he gathered one end up, and was throwing this up to the open door in the wall. Andrew was in the doorway, and he caught the rope. Now a long platform was being pushed from the doorway by Andrew, and as it spanned the width of the workshop roof, Steve was hanging on the rope keeping it high in the air. It reached the wall in front of me, and Steve let it drop with a clatter. So now there was a walkway high in the air, spanning the workshop, connecting the building I was now in with the attic of the brick house above the bull pen.
“Ok lass.†I about jumped out of my knickers, but of course I hadn’t got any on. It was Adrian; he’d climbed up the side of the combine without me knowing he was anywhere near. As he pulled himself into the cab, he dropped a wooden plank on the cab floor, lowered the other end across to the platform that they'd put on the wall. This plank was about six feet long, and only about nine inches wide. “You expect me to walk across there?†“Walk or get on your hands and knees. But it’s the only way you can get into hiding without being seen, or the dogs being able to sniff you out.†“Is it safe?†“Course it is. Look I’ll walk it first.â€Â
He wasn’t joking, he stood on the plank, and walked nonchalantly to the wall, turned and said. “It’s easy. Do you want me to hold your hand?" “No you go first, and then I’ll try.†He turned, and walked along as if he was walking down the street. Mind this second platform was at least a foot and a half wide, compared to the plank’s narrow nine inches. He got right across to the other side of the workshop, and stood in the doorway beckoning me to join him. I stood out onto the plank, and made the first bit, stopping above the wall, clinging tightly to an upright support. Although the platform was a lot wider, the distance and height were something I couldn’t ignore. Then I could see Adrian was coming back across, and he was soon holding my hand. He walked backwards, and I gingerly followed him. We got out above the workshop, only about six feet out from the wall and I froze. Tug as he might, my legs just wouldn’t move.
“Look Leslie. Do you trust me?†I was that nervous I could hardly reply, and yet even considering what had gone on between him and me, I still said. “Yes.†“Just shuffle your feet to turn sideways. Don’t worry I’m holding you.†“What’s the bloody hold-up?†Old Harry’s voice came from the doorway. I just about managed to start edging my feet about and was turning slowly on the spot. “Ahh! Oh god!†He'd bent down, and picked me up, one arm under my knees, and one around my back, and I was now being held to his chest. He turned, and walked along the trestle. Seconds later my feet were on firm boards in the Bull-pen attic. I flung my arms around his neck, smothered him with kisses. I was swearing to let him do as he wanted with my body. I think I stopped short of swearing my undying love, but I’d had sworn that if he’d asked.
The trestle was pulled back into the attic, and the big heavy door in the wall was locked with a padlock. As I looked around, they were all there, Old Harry, Steve, Andrew and obviously Adrian. Andrew reached high in the air on the wall, and pulled down the lever on an electrical switch box. I guess he could see my inquisitive look. “It’s the master switch for the trap-door and ladder; nobody will get up here now.†So here I was in safety. But safe from what, I was now up this big loft with Harry, and three of his sons, two of which had already fucked me. But as I’ve admitted earlier, I’d got a taste for this fucking game, and even double fucking didn’t worry me now. It had just been the thought of so many strangers chasing me, and not knowing what they might do when they caught me. So as I looked around to see who’d be first, it wasn’t a worried look, it was a look of anticipation.
Harry had got a chair, and he was seated by the side of the mattress. He beckoned me towards him. I walked over, and stood to his side. “Right lass, I’ve been hearing a lot about you. Apparently, you know a bit about sucking cock?†“Dad. I don’t think this is right. She’s only a kid.†Said Andrew in a cautious tone of voice. “Don’t be so sensitive Andrew. Let the lass answer for herself.†“But dad, this isn’t right; she’ll feel she’s beholden to us. She’d do anything to get away from those men.†I could see he was in real pain with the thought of me being what he considered as forced into some kind of depravity. So I attempted to reassure him. “It’s alright Andrew. I don’t mind. Honest.†“But you said you’re a virgin?†“Yes I know I did, and when I said that, I was. I wanted to save my virginity for Gerry, and that is why this morning he was my first. So you see, I’m not anymore, and for today at least, I'll play your little 'Hunt the Cunt' game.†His eyes almost popped from their sockets, and he looked surprisingly disappointed.
“See lad. They all grow-up eventually. One day they’re just a little girl playing with dolls. Next day they discover that their fanny isn’t just for pissing through. And from then on, they use it to get what they want from men. It’s the way it’s always happened, and I guess it always will. Come-on then little city girl, let’s see what you can do with this.†He’d undone his buttons, and his big soft cock was poking out of his flies. I knelt down in front of him and gently took hold of it. The second my fingers made contact, it began to firm, and with very little coaxing, it was soon stretching itself to its full length, and sticking up skyward. “Can I take your trousers off?†“You sure can. I see what the lads mean; you know what you want.â€Â
As I undid the top button and lowered his trousers and pants, I replied. “I’m not sure about that, but these last two days on this farm, I’ve learnt enough to know what kind of things you men want.†“So are you trying to kid us you haven’t done this kind of thing before?†Adrian chipped in. “Hey dad! I thought you wanted her to suck your cock. She might be good, but she can’t suck and answer your questions at the same time.†“Less of your cheek you young sod.†Then he took hold of my head with a hand either side and said softly. “I guess he’s got a point though, come lets see what you can do.†With that I began to take his now hard shaft into my mouth, and with the assistance of my hands, it was soon throbbing fit to explode.
He suddenly pulled my head upwards, and I let this cock slip out as I raised my face to look at him. “Let me get myself down on the floor, I want to shoot this lot up your fanny.†“I’ll swallow it if you want me to? And then I’ll suck you clean and get you hard so you can fuck properly.†He replied while at the same time, with some urgency he pushed me clear. “No lass, I’m not like these young spunkers. The misses drained my balls last night, so it’ll be all I can do to summon up a single serving for you today.â€Â
Then as he lowered himself back down onto the mattress I straddled his body and located his cock up inside me, my breasts must have been hanging down in front of his face. “You sure look good enough to eat, come-on, let’s taste them big tits of yours.†He started to suck on my nipple, whilst fondling the other with his hand. I had started to get into a rhythm riding myself up and down his shaft, and by now my own arousal was starting to build. He may have been old, and not all that fit, but now his cock was hard, it was not much smaller than either Adrian’s or Steve’s, and definitely a lot bigger in every way than my Gerry. They say size isn’t everything, but from what little I’d experienced so far, it sure felt like the bigger the cock, the more intense the pleasure. But just as I was beginning to think this old man was going to take me to heaven, I felt him jerking his hips. And in less than half-a-dozen thrusts, it was all over. In seconds his cock melted into a shrivelled wrinkled lump, and he looked completely drained.
Steve and Adrian let out a cheer, and were both praising their dad’s performance as they both approached the mattress and began to help him to his feet. They walked him to his chair, and he slumped down looking almost asleep, but with a big beaming smile.
Then Steve asked. “Ok sexy, who’s gonna get first go?†“I don’t mind, but if you promise to go gentle, you can both do me at the same time.†The look on their faces was one of total amazement, as they exchanged looks between each other. Then Adrian asked. “Do you mean what I think you mean?†At this I kind of realised that what those men had done to me earlier was not what you might call normal sex, and maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it. “I I don’t know. Its just that is what the other three men did. But if you think it’s dirty, then I’ll understand.†Adrian looked again across to Steve and said. “She fucking does.†Then turning back to me. “You do don’t you? You want one of us to fuck your arse?†At that point I wished that a hole would open up in the ground and swallow me. Then what started as a rush of embarrassment as I looked down to the floor with my bright red blushing face in my hands, suddenly turned to a flood of uncontrollable tears as I felt I’d disgraced myself by being so forward.
It was Andrew who rushed to my side, taking hold with his big strong arms and holding me close to himself. “Hey, don’t take on so. If you don’t want them to touch you again, I’ll make sure they keep their distance.†I didn’t reply, I couldn’t, I’d just lost all control, and I was blubbing like a baby. Then Adrian knelt down in front of me holding out his handkerchief. “Come-on Leslie, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just thought that was what you were offering.†“Leave her alone, you’re like a pack of dogs.†“Don’t be such a bloody fool Andrew; you just saw how she fucked our dad. She likes a good fucking; its just she’s maybe a bit worried about us taking her from behind.â€Â
Adrian hadn’t finished speaking before Andrew had eased me into a sitting position on the mattress, and then hurled himself at Adrian. As the pair of them grappled and rolled around on the attic floor both old Harry and Steve got to their feet and were trying to pull Andrew off Adrian. The sheer terror of this outbreak of violence shook me out of whatever had taken over my senses, and I also sprang to my feet and dashed across to where they were. “Andrew please stop! Please. It wasn’t Adrian’s fault.†All of the shouting and pulling of Harry and Steve had not achieved any kind of abatement of their struggle, but as soon as Andrew heard my words, he just released his hold on Adrian, and began to get up. Adrian suddenly feeling he had a free arm took a violent swing at Andrew, landing a very heavy blow to his face. As Andrew’s head was spun sideways, a streak of blood left his nostrils and splattered across my naked torso. Andrew never even retaliated, he just continued to get to his feet and walked across to the other side of the attic, and stood there looking so lost and confused.
Adrian was still in a rage, but Steve and Harry helped him to his feet, and tried to calm him down. As calm returned to the situation I was once again the focus of attention, and old Harry spoke first. “Well lass, you’ve certainly got a way of getting my lads all riled-up. I think you need to explain to our Andrew that he doesn’t need to keep rushing to your defence. I felt all this angry behaviour was my fault, and I walked across to where Andrew was now sitting on the floor leaning back against the wall. “Andrew.†He looked me in the face. “Please come and kiss me.†He didn’t answer with words, but just shook his head. “Please Andrew, you make me feel safe.†I wasn’t lying, with him here; I just knew nobody could make me do anything I didn’t want them to. But I needed Andrew to feel wanted; I felt I owed him something, after-all, he’d now rescued me three times. But as much as I wanted to do something for him, I also could sense Adrian and Steve were champing at the bit, waiting for their next sexual encounter with me. I knelt down and pressed my lips against his, and then as I rose to my feet I said. “Thank you for looking after me, but I honestly don’t mind what your brothers are going to do to me. And if you want to join in, then I promise I’ll do what ever you want me to do for you.â€Â
With that I turned and walked back to the mattress, where Adrian and Steve were stood. I had now overcome the attack of self pity and as I approached them I said apologetically. “I’m sorry I caused that fight, but I’m sure Andrew will be ok now. Have you sorted out who is going to be first?†Adrian replied. “I thought you said we could both fuck you at the same time?â€Â
Well I think I’ll leave my tale here for the moment, the days events are not over by a long chalk.
Thanks for reading, and if anyone is interested in the final part, please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com. But if you want a reply, make sure your spam setting will allow my mail. If you have emailed me in the past and not received a reply, I think you’ll find it is your own spam filters that have caused the problem.
This happend few years back when i was in my class 9th i had a friend who was elder to me by one year he stayed near my house on the way to school and way back we would discuss about sex a lot since he stayed near my house always we were playing together , i was very intrested knowing more about sex which he would tell me always . one day my perents decided to go to native for 3 days i finished my school & returned home, i went out for playing while returning i told my friend that my perents were out for 3 days i requested him to sleep till my pere
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nts returned for which i had take his mom permition which i did he finished his dinner & came home at 9 he had bought a sex book with him and we started discussing about sex for a long time as we were discussing he started ragging me saying i was still a kid and not matured i got sad and asked how was he sure that i was not matured ? then he told me raggingly if i would be matured i should be having pubic hairs i got irritated i told him that i have pubic hair then he started smiling and said guys get matured at 15 and not at 14yrs i replied back to him saying i was matured we got into an arguement for quite some time then he asked me to show it for which i felt very shy and scared i replied i cant do that he started ragging me again saying i was still a kid i got irritated and told him that i will show my pubic hairs for which he aggried i pulled my shorts a bit & showed him from far he started saying those were the threds of bedsheets not the hairs then i asked him how i could prove him that i was matured ? he told me that he would like to touchh my hairs i told him no as i was very scared he assured me by saying that he will not tell it any of our friends and he is not going to see anything only by switching off the lights he would like to touch it . I got convinsed by what he said more over i wanted him to know that i was matured i aggried he switched off the lights and came to my bed by that time i was very anxious he put his hands slooowly inside my shorts insted of touching my hairs he started to touch my Dick i felt somewhat he started to pull my shorts down i held his hands and requested him not to do that but he promised me that he will not tell it anyone & assure me of great pleasure for which i aggried he took off my shorts and the inner wear held my dick and started stroking it by that time i had really gone mad by that time he took off his dress he insisted i touch his dick which i did and felt comfertable then he requested me to take his dick in the mouth and suck it which i did he requested me to do it much more faster which i did after doing it for some time he said he like to fuck me for which i got shocked and curious and asked him how he asked me to position face towards the bed and sleep which i did he switched on the lights & started saying my ass was really cute & he toook some oil applied it to my hole i went cranzy when he touched my hole then he put his finger in my hole started to open my hole i was enjoying he switched the lights off & he kept his near my hole & started to push it inn i could not control the pain as it enterd inn i told him that i cant take it any more but he was in no state to listen he applied some more oill asked me lift my ass position a bit which i did i could feel his half dick had gone in my hole he was enjoying and was in a reathem he fucked me for 6 minuted and then he released in my hole we slept the whole night together . then we were waiting for every night the last night before my perents came home he fucked me for 3 times and it was amazing funnnn
John led me around to the back of the house. There was a raised deck and as we climbed the steps I noticed that it extended the entire width of the house. As we reached the top I could see that it was a double tiered deck with an in ground pool at the bottom. There was a huge gas BBQ grill near the patio doors and I could see heat ripples emanating over the top indicating that it was lit. My stomach growled even though I didn’t smell anything cooking. Near the rail at the edge of the upper patio was a table with four chairs where one could eat while enjoying the view. There was also a bench swing near the wall of the house where one could sit on a warm evening and enjoy the solitude. On the lower tier were several lounge chairs facing the pool. Had I not been drugge
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d and kidnapped, I would have felt like I was merely the first arrival at a pool party.
I didn’t see her at first, but at the sound of our footsteps a cute little blond girl, who was sunbathing naked, rose from one of the lounge chairs and slipped into a short, white, satin robe that barely covered her bottom. She climbed the three steps to the upper level, not bothering to tie the robe, and smiled at us.
She was absolutely gorgeous but not in the modeling sense. She was about my height with short blond hair done in a Princess Di style. Her body was slightly thicker than mine but taut and well proportioned with slim hips and perky tits with large pink nipples. I noticed that her pubic area was shaved clean and detected a hint of moisture on her pussy lips. She had bright blue eyes and an infectious, disarming smile.
“Hi John,” she said with a bubbly tone in her voice. She walk over to us and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Paula. What’s your name?”
“Gina,” I replied, shaking her hand politely.
I was at a total loss. Here I was, buck naked, standing in front of this perfect stranger who was welcoming me like a new friend. Didn’t she notice? Didn’t she have any questions? Wasn’t she wondering where I came from? What was this all about, I wondered, my eyes darting about looking for any avenue of escape.
Paula turned her attention back to John. “Will you be wanting me John?”
“Need you ask?” John replied with a smile on his face. “But I need a shower first and I also need you to take a look at her leg.” He said, pointing at my thigh where the dog bit me.
Paula looked at my thigh and asked casually while shaking her head, “Buster?”
“Yeah.” He replied. “Damn dog. I’d get rid of him but he’s my favorite.” As he talked he led me by the elbow to a large oak kitchen table and gently pushed me into a chair. He left the room while Paula dabbed at my wound with a damp cloth and sprayed some disinfectant on it. He returned shortly with a length of chain with a manacle at each end.
“Is that necessary?” Paula asked as she applied a small round bandage to the tiny puncture.
“She’ll get herself killed if I don’t.” He replied as he slipped a manacle on one of my ankles. He ran the chain around the thick center leg of the table and snapped the remaining manacle on my other ankle. “The last thing I need is for her to get herself torn to bits out of her own stupidity.”
“Who are you people and what do you want from me?” I demanded in an angry voice. “Why are you doing this to me?”
John rose, satisfied that I was securely chained to the table and began massaging my shoulders from behind. “I told you Gina, I have taken you as a wife.” Until…
“Do you always chain your wives to the furniture?” I interrupted sarcastically.
John continued, ignoring my outburst. “Until you understand the rules and the consequences for breaking them Gina, I think it’s better that you not be left to your own devices. Everything will be explained to you in time.”
With that, he offered his hand to Paula and said, “C’mon.” She put her dainty little hand in his gigantic one and allowed herself to be lead from the room. I watched them disappear down a hallway and heard a shower come on. I was left alone with my thoughts.
I looked down at my shackles and decided that struggling against them would be useless. I would only cut my ankles. The table was solid oak, and heavy. With all my strength I couldn’t get it to budge. Even if I could tip it over and work the chain from around the base, I couldn’t imagine even getting close to the door before he came running. My cheek still stung from the slap he administered to me in the garage. I would continue to cooperate and not anger him until I could figure a way out of my situation.
I relaxed in the chair and surveyed my surroundings. The house was beautiful and exquisitely furnished. From my seat at the kitchen table I could see a huge stone fireplace in the living room. All of the floors were hardwood and glossy and I could see a tasteful Persian rug centered beneath the furniture.
I heard the shower go off and waited for one or both of them to return to the kitchen, but neither appeared. After a few minutes, I heard a muffled moan, followed by another louder one and then, “Oh John, yes. Oh god, yes, yes, yes.” Paula’s voice, filled with pleasure, floated down the hall and I heard the unmistakable sound of two bodies slamming together in the act of lovemaking. The bed creaked slightly.
I leaned forward resting my boobs on the table and noticed that my nipples were hard and erect, my pussy dripping moisture on the padded chair. I put my hands over my ears to block out the sounds. “Oh my god!!!” Paula screamed. Her voice filled with ecstasy. “Cum inside me John. I want to feel your cum inside me.” she screamed. I heard one last “Oh yesssssssssss” and then silence.
I heard a giggle and then the patter of Paula’s dainty bare feet coming down the hallway. As she entered the kitchen I again demanded, “What do you people want with me.” I noticed that she was still flush from her recent orgasm.
Paula smiled at me and said, “I got here the same way you did Gina. It’s going to be up to you to make of it what you want. I’d advise you to cooperate. John can be a gentle loving man, but don’t anger him. There is no escape. I’ll explain it all later. John will be in shortly to undo your ankles. Are you hungry?”
“Famished.” I replied, thinking about the snickers and Diet Pepsi having been my only sustenance since lunchtime yesterday.
“Good,” John’s voice boomed from behind me. “I’m an excellent cook and pretty good on the BBQ too.”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to see John entering the kitchen wearing only shorts. His body was a huge mass of muscle. His arms and chest were massive, his stomach a washboard. As he bent over to undo my ankles I could see his back muscles ripple. Had this been any other time and place, and had John not been so damn ugly, I’d be throwing myself at him. I had leaned back in the chair to give him room to undo my ankles and my legs were spread. As he undid my ankles he looked at the puddle under my crotch and smiled.
“I have steaks ready to go whenever you are John.” Paula said over her shoulder while fussing in the refrigerator.
“Put them on the grill Honey,” John replied. “I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Don’t be too long, you know I’ll burn them.” Paula said, smiling at me as she made her way out the patio door.
John knelt in front of my chair, his stomach resting on the front edge, keeping me from closing my legs. He took his thick middle finger and inserted it into my dripping pussy. I tried to wriggle away and look disgusted but my body again betrayed me. My juices were flowing and my body involuntarily quivered as he stroked his finger in and out of my hungry vagina. John cupped one of my breasts in his other hand and gently massaged it. My nipples were rock hard and stood erect, responding to his gentle touch. My skin broke out in goose flesh. I felt my hips gyrate against his hand wanting the orgasm which was building inside me.
John used his other hand to stimulate my throbbing clitoris and I exploded in orgasm, my hips thrusting to meet his plunging finger stroke for stroke. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed my body. I closed my eyes and bucked my hips faster. I heard a satisfied moan escape from my throat and my breasts heaved as my breathing quickened. I felt a flush of satisfaction engulf my body and my breathing evened as the orgasm subsided. I felt John pull his finger from my vagina and almost cried in protest. I opened my eyes and John was smiling at me. His grotesque features pulled back by his grin.
“I think you’re going to be alright.” He said, and leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Come,” he said softly while getting to his feet. “Let’s get some food into you and then Paula can help you settle in. She’ll explain the rules to you later.”
He went out on the deck and I followed. Paula flashed me a knowing smile and handed me a white silk robe that barely covered my bottom.
Mia had been dating Rick for just under a year as they shared a beautiful Houston home in the upper echelon area of Houston. Rick is a very “well to do†CEO of an oil production company; his family had been in the oil business all his life and he was a man of influence among his peers, competitors, and community. Always is control, Rick made things happen in his world, he spoke with authority and people listened to his words as he was a man of power. He kept in reasonable shape for being 61 and always reminded everyone of it. After several months had passed by, he knew that Mia was something special and considered proposing to her. Mia is classy, exotic-looking woman, with a sexy and seductive look - and the attitude of a no-nonsense woman. Her attitude comes from years o
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f that management experience, and being in control of situations around her, it was this commonality that bonded her and Rick. Yet Mia certainly understands how to play when it’s time to blow off steam, from reserved business attire to a seductive body suit – she was the type lady you respected publically, but dreamed of having in your bed when you spoke about her to your friends.
Rick was certainly unaware of her un-quenchable sexual desires, in his mind - he fulfilled all of her needs. But her desires to be noticed, worshipped, perhaps seen on the internet was always on her mind, she is a true voyeur and exhibitionist – she loves the thought of men admiring her. Rick is faithful, but has a dark side for hot materials on the internet, his personal files were loaded with aggressive slight to moderate bondage pictures. He likes the idea of making women completely submissive, but never had the nerve to personally dominate a woman. He has a thing for black high heels and women being tied up with black duck tape - it’s was just one of those quirks. Rick likes the idea of control and demands placed upon women in very vulnerable and explicit sexual positions, the kind of pain that would make a woman’s eyes water with pain or delight.
One night after cocktails Rick had let this idea slip of watching a rape fantasy, watching Mia get taken by a younger man. At first he was talking about seeing a strange woman, but the gin and tonic had allowed a slip of the tongue and the idea of perhaps Mia being abused before him in a home invasion robbery or some situation like it began to surface. The idea only heightened in Mia’s mind and the quest for an “assaulter†began. For months Mia’s mind schemed up one of the most sexually explicit plans she had ever thought of.
When Mia contacted Steve, a friend and former co-worker from the past – the two had a few torrid sexual encounters, and he was pleased to oblige her. In fact, he insisted they document the ordeal. Although he had his own life and circumstances to live a 1000 miles away, he often recounted his memories of being with Mia…for him, it was the time of his life sexually. Mia knew he often thought about her, but she had no idea that Rick’s fantasy of seeing her dominated by an aggressive man also coincided with what Steve wanted to do to her. He kept that a dark secret and as the story will tell, he certainly took advantage of that situation with a near vengeance attitude. His ideas were also a bit dark and he would prove to be the right choice for an intimidating night, making it difficult to determine what was real…and what was acting.
The stage was set, Rick had a late night at the Houston oil office and Mia and Steve had met that morning to discuss the plan. It was agreed that it would be very real and Steve nearly apologized up front, it gave him erections just thinking about it. One thing was certain, he would remove the control that Rick enjoyed each day. As a reader, this story becomes explicit…and understand that it was agreed upon beforehand.
When Rick pulled into the driveway everything seemed to be ok. But as he walked into the entry way he noticed broken glass and an eerie quite. Normally, the beat of soft Latin music could be heard in the background with candles lit around the house. Rick called out for Mia, but there was no response…a vase lay on its side broken and signs of a struggle appeared evident. Rick went upstairs to the main bedroom calling for her gain. As he entered the room, Mia sat in a chair in front of the bed with her hands taped in durable black duct tape, as well as black thong and bra. The bra seemed tightened to its smallest fit, it barely contained her chest has her gorgeous rack spilled out of the top of it. In black in on her chest someone wrote “I’m a dirty slut.†A black hanker-chief ganged her mouth and another chair sat next to the bed with the roll of duct tape on it. In the corner, it appeared as though a camcorder had been set up. Steve then lunged behind Rick with a small knife and ordered him to sit down.
Steve was powerful, the body of an ex-marine, wide and broad shoulders and developed body. Rick sat in the chair and Steve ordered Rick to tape his legs to the chair. After this Steve strapped Rick’s body and arms to the chair and one thing was certain, he was stuck in this position. He yelled out, “what the fuck is going on here?†and Steve taped his mouth shut. Steve replied, “I came to get what I wanted – and you can have her back when I’m done.†His voice was deep and forceful and he was an opposing figure. Steve took a shot of vodka and helped himself to whatever he wanted. He said, “I’ll drink what I want and take what I want.†Rick mumbled as if to say he had money, anything to make the intruder go away - but Steve’s plans would last a bit longer and the night was about to get dark.
Steve removed the tape from Mia’s face and she cried out, “Take anything you want†and he replied, “Oh – I’m going too.†If you scream, “no more Mr. nice guy and your husband get’s it†not knowing they had not been engaged yet. Steve wore a black baseball cap and t-shirt and had a pair of jeans on. You could tell he already had an erection because his bulge was full and as he took off his shirt, the tip of his cock poked out of the top of his jeans. He told Mia, “Do exactly what I say when I tell you to and this will all be over…and I’ll be gone.†She acted too scared to argue and she replied as if scared for her life.
Steve removed his jeans, but put his black police style boots back on. He then stood before Mia taped into the chair with a big erection and said to her in a commanding voice, “is this a big cock?†Mia did not respond quickly…so Steve gave a slight slap across the face, “hey dirty slut, I said – is this a big cock.†She responded, “yes sir…you have a big cock.†As she starred at it she did not remember his cock being like this, remember these two had met in the past, but tonight it looked heavy. It was a very thick cock and had a huge girth for his 5â€Â11, 195 pound frame. It stood seven inched long from the tip to the base and Mia thought to herself that it looked larger the last time she had seen it. Steve then slapped his cock on Mia’s face and made her tell him over and over that she liked it. He made her look into Rick’s eyes and tell him how much bigger it was than his. It was a mean gesture, but Steve just looked back and Rick and taunted him.
Steve kept sliding his thick member into Mia’s mouth and told her to suck it. He grabbed her gorgeous blond hair that had the Marilyn Monroe sexy platinum hair and thrusted his cock into her mouth, after four inches she gagged for breathe. The meaty base stuck out and he rammed it into her mouth a few times. He tore her black bra off and her perfect chest fell out, it was obvious she was turned on as her nipples were fully erect. Steve fondled her tits and pinched her nipples, a few times just a bit hard as Mia winced. He then grabbed the tape, gave Rick a slap on the back of the head and tapped her nipples down. He unleashed her hands and demanded she stroke his cock. She reluctantly grabbed his cock and stoked it as if she was starving for cock. Little did Rick know, she was starving for this cock.
Steve made Mia stand up and grabbed her with unnecessary force. He moved her to a bench and learned her over it right next to Rick, he then moved the camera right next to the bench. He tapped her hands to the legs, in a near doggie style position spread her legs were spread wide as they would go. Her calves and high heeled feet stuck out like an upside down “Y†So her knees were nearly as wide as the legs of the bench and it was certainly uncomfortable looking at first as Mia protested. But tied up, she could do nothing and she was so vulnerable. Steve just slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint and told Mia, “shut the fuck up.†Rick sat in the chair watching Steve’s member throb above Mia as he stood behind her. Steve liked his fingers and touched Mia’s lips through the black thong. Mia protested, “don’t touch me you fucking asshole!†Steve threatened to tape her mouth shut and slapped her ass again….harder this time and Mia yelled out in pain.
Steve ripped off her delicate black panties that rode up her tight slit, her box was so small and her sexy ass stood up in the air. It was the sexiest ass Steve had ever seen. Mia asked, “what are you going to do?†and Steve looked at Rick and said…â€Âfirst I am going to pound the crap out of your little fuck box until you scream, then I am going to eat your fuck box until I’m happy, then I am going to ram my cock up your asshole as far as it will go, then before I am ready to cum I just might fuck your pussy again.…will see when we get there.â€Â
Mia replied in a whimpering voice, “oh, not in this position…don’t fuck like that in the ass with that thing†and Steve said, “tell me why?†Now Mia was in on the act too…she replied, “just don’t.†Steve persisted on the questioning and said, “tell Rick why I can’t fuck your ass - or I'll do it as hard as I physically can.†For some reason Steve meant that, so Mia responded truthfully and cautiously – as she realized Steve may be “into the role†just a bit…â€Âbecause your too big!,†It was apparent that since the last meeting Steve was on Extends or some penis enlarging device - because his cock was rigid and nearly as fat as a cucumber! But he was mean about it and said, “then you’ll remember it.â€Â
Steve lunged his pipe deep into Mia’s sopping wet pussy - he did not do it doggy style, but just took a wide stance and bounced on his feet in a near doggy position. All of a sudden It was one big thrust deep into Mia’s wet tight box and at first screamed in protest. Her pussy took every inch and it pulsed as Steve put everything he had into the first stroke. Mia’s head cocked back and she could not help but to scream with pleasure and pain. Her hot fuck box was stretched and Steve made every stoke count….as the camera filmed Rick began to whimper, as if to ask if Steve to stop, but Mia moans grew with intensity as Steve purposefully did the kind of strokes you’d see in a porn movie…long and deep plunging strokes that made Mia’s eyes water…she begged to have her hands untied and Steve pulled them loose….her hand made it behind her and she spread the opening of her pussy to take more. Her legs were so spread out and it looked like a mean dog with a rag doll in its mouths…the cock caused unreal sensations and Steve screamed, “do you like that?†Mia no longer protested and her voice replied, “oh God yes get me with your cock baby…Fuck it, oh fuck it harder I am a dirty slut…Fuck me harder baby.†Steve’s pole reached deep and fast into Mia and she came.
Upon coming to her senses a bit, she said, “no stop…quit fucking me!†That’s when Steve slapped Mia’s ass again leaving a mark and spit down at her night asshole, she squirmed a bit and her legs were still trapped in the “Y†position…she said you can take it but let’s go the bed ok…..please.
So Steve set her free picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her side facing Rick. He knew what was about to happen, but a funny thing when people get horny and caught up in the moment…he began to shake his head as if to approve. He got an erection as Steve slid up behind Mia, sticking the tip into her tight asshole. Slowly Mia began to sigh and breathe a little harder…the shaft going further and further as Mia’s face cringed and fist tightened…â€ÂOh baby wait†she cried as Steve slid deeper and deeper into her chocolate hole …. OUTTA TIME for now…
Tonya invites me over to talk about plans for my wife’s upcoming birthday. She greets me at the door wearing a see through white blouse and black bra that cupped her huge black tits. I can see the outline of her nipples under the material. She is also wearing a short skirt and black pantyhose, under the hose she’s wearing an ankle bracelet. She’s looking good and my balls start to boil. She invites me in and gives me one of her signature hugs. She brushes her tits up against me and when she moves away, I can see that her nipples are hard. We walk into the living room and sit on the sofa. She gets out her notebook and we begin coming up with ideas for the party. She shifts in her seat and her short skirt rides up her legs. I can see the crotch of her white cotton pantie
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s under her nylons. It’s almost more than I can stand. She catches me looking at her and I freeze. “What are you staring at?†she asks. I start stammering “Nothing.†I finally get out. “That doesn’t look like nothing in your pants!†she exclaims. I have a very painful hard on and I can’t take much more. My face burns with a mix of embarassment and shame. “What if we call your wife? What do you think she’ll say about this? Her husband at her auntie’s house and it’s obvious he wants to fuck her! I don’t think she’ll like that at all!†She picks up the phone and begins to punch in the numbers. I smack the phone out of her hand and tell her that she’s not calling anybody. She reaches for the phone again and I smack her across the face. “I told you...you’re not fuckin’ calling anybody!†I yell. She looks at me like I’m crazy. I smack her again, harder than before. “Don’t fuckin eyeball me whore!†I pull her to me, she tries to pull away but I hold her really hard. With my free hand I rip open her blouse, her bra leaps out with her full black tits hanging in the open. I pinch her nipple through the bra material. She lets out a painful cry. My already aching cock feels like it’s about to explode. I grab a pair of scissors of the coffee table and cut the bra in half. Her huge tits spill out. I take one in my mouth and begin to suck and bite her nipple and tit. She keeps trying to push me away. “Fuck this!†I say “We’re going to the bedroom so I can do this right!†I grab her by the arm and force her down the hallway to her bedroom. I throw her down on the bed, Her legs spread out causing her skirt to ride up around her waist. Her pantyhose are now in full view. I undo my pants and my cock springs out, glistening with pre cum. She begins to cry, she knows that I’m going to fuck her and there is nothing that she can do about it. I reach down and rip open the crotch of her pantyhose and shred the thin band of material that holds her panties together . Her bald black pussy looking like a peach. I put my mouth on it and begin to lick and nibble her pussy lips and clit. She bucks and screams as I do all I can to make this whore wet. The sensation of her nylon covered thighs on the sides of my face drive me crazy. I eat her cunt like a madman! I can feel her pussy give up the juice in my mouth and she shudders as I make her cum...probably like she has never cum before. She is crying hysterically as I grab her by the leg and pull her to the edge of the bed. I drive my cock into her slimy hole all the way up to my balls. I begin to pummel her little black pussy with my wide meat, tears rolling down her cheek. I pinch her nipples with one hand and hold her nylon covered ankle right under her bracelet with the other. My cock slides in and out of her tight cunt . I can feel the cum boiling in my balls. I stop fucking her and slide my cock down her pussy to her tight little asshole. I rub the head of my slick cock all over her rosebud. She pleads with me not to fuck her ass. I drive my cock into her asshole and she screams out. Her bucking makes me crazy and her asshole is so tight it only takes a few strokes before I fill her hole with my hot seed. I pull my dick out and rub my dick on her nylon covered feet. The reinforced toes covered in pearly drops is a real sight. I can see her take a sigh of relief thinking that her ordeal is over. Little does she know...it’s just the beginning...
My name is Joseph, I just celebrated my 21 birthday and I am King of my world. I am not the average Joe, I just made my first million and soon to be maried and already have some kids on the way.
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Let me back up a few weeks! During high school I did not chase pussy or play games. I come from a broken home with only my mom Marie (16 years my senior) and two sisters Tammy (5 years older) and Michelle (2 years younger) and less not for get about Grandma Roth (40 years my senior). All of my life I had to deal with women so I never looked for trouble. I had a goal to make a lot of money, live my life on my terms and say fuck the
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establishment.
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Back in school I had no problem speaking my mind or forcing my will on others. I had met several people some I even liked. At night I went to a local collage (I lied to admissions to attend) I studied finance and accounting and real-estate. And I work at a bank to learn about how money really controls all. The pay was good so was I. By the time I graduated from high school I had my real-estate license and was ready to test for my CPA.
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I used my knowledge and my boss at the bank to take over defaulted homes and business. This is how I amassed my wealth. I was able to move my family into a better home, and provide for them in many ways because of it. I also made a reputation of being a “Dog in the Huntâ€Â, nothing stood in my way. ÂÂ
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One night I was on my Harley checking on buildings on the poor side of town. It was 8pm when I stopped for a stop sign and noticed a local laundry mat. Through the large window is when I first saw her, she was a woman in her late thirties, dark hair, very large breast and a hard body of an Amazon warrior. I thought I would bust a nut just looking at her. I was frozen in time just staring from the darkness. I was awaken when I heard a familiar voice calling my dream woman MOM! It was a class mate of mine “Willow†she was a very very plain girl, I remember her only because in school others would talk about her behind her back saying how her mom had shot her dad in a fight. And she never wore any make up. This I thought was strange for so many reasons. Willow had something special about her, something that came from inside.
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I drove off before I was spotted. The building they lived and worked in was owned by my bank so I bought the lease. My desire was simple I would have Willows MOM, and even Willow her self. This had nothing to do with love it was pure lust!! I was not a virgin by any means, I learned early from my Grandma but that was a different story for later. And there had been others I practiced on as I made my way along. So I developed a plan for the conquest of Willows mom. Her name is Betty, and in deed did kill her husband with a gun. So I was not going to be foolish.
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My plan was find out every thing I could about Betty and Willow , then move step by step to my goal. I was ready to make my move, it started with me walking in to the laundry mat to have my suits done. My suits cost a few hundred dollars each and I placed them on the counter for servicing. Betty walked up to the counter it was hard not to stare or drool, I was able to speak well. She looked at my suits then at me, her blue-green eyes showed contempt and her voice was strong yet feminine. Her words caught me by surprise, “Well stud aren’t you on the wrong side of the tracks?†So I knew she was not a light weight and gave it back to her “No Love, there are no barrier for me!†she just smiled and winked as he filled out the order form. This is when I seen Willow doing something in the back, she was watching me but would stare. I smiled and called her name with this she came fourth with a hello; her mom was to the side trying to monitor our contact.
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Mr. Wilson how are you? Is what I heard from Willow ? I easily corrected her with a Willow call me Joe please! And our conversation ensued until mom stepped in and handed me my receipt with instructions for her daughter to go back to work. This lady was a hard bitch in more then one way. But I was not going to let her get the upper hand, well Willow it was good to see you again and next time we need to do it not at work, then I left with a feeling inside that pleased me.
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Two days later I returned to get my suits and take one more step forward. As I entered the shop the small bell announced my presence and again Betty approached with her hot body and after our transaction I inquired about Willow and asked to speak to her.  Her mom was becoming a little defensive and tried to pry what I wanted her for, this bitch was starting to be a real ball buster and I then downed on me I was starting to get in to this, she was just as arrogant as I am.  I stepped back and took in all of her I could, her hair was up, her dress stuck to her firm body because of the heat. My cock was hard as a rock and she know it! With the strength of conviction I said that is none of your business as long as she was over 18!! Just then Willow joined us with a shy smile and a hello Joe, Betty and me held our ground so I took one more step. Willow , when can you get out of here so we can do dinner? You could have heard a pin drop! No one moved and Willows mouth opened in shock then just as fast closed. Before Betty could speak Willow said it was up to mom. That but mom in the middle she and I both knew. Betty could only say “Go have fun Honey, her is my cell†Willow wanted to change so I went to my car and put the suits it the trunk. All the while mom was watching me, she wanted so bad to come out and say something but then out popped Willow and off we went, of course I waved to Betty as I drove off with her plain and still a virgin daughter.
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Willow and I went to the most expensive restaurant in town, The Red Carpet. It is wear more money and business in conducted then the board room. Willow was out of her element and she hung on me so tight. Most of the patrons knew me here, and I was in the mood to show off Willow , call it a moral booster for her. I asked for a table in the back and we eat and talked, I was really starting to like Willow , and I found my self rethinking my goals and how I seen her. Yes she was as plain and simple as they come no complexities, simple ambitions and no demands. I found out this was her first date and she was 19 then. Her closes where loss fitting and it was not until just this moment I discovered her body to be as attractive as her moms only with out the mileage. She had a pleasant figure and her breasts were still developing. After some time she started smiling then laughing. She confessed she had never thought some one would ask her out and I asked if I could put my arm around her? I did, then I softly stroked her cheek with my hand her skin was so very soft. I looked her in her eyes I told her I was going to kiss her unless she said no, she moved closer to me for her first kiss. She was scared and looked down, I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to me and kissed her on the lips. To my amassment she opened her mouth to my tongue and we kiss so deeply I lost my self in its warmth. As we separated from the most fulfilling kiss I have ever had. I could only say whaw! She smiled devilishly at her feet.
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We left and went for a walk and talked some more. I took her hand as we walked. We spotted a park bench and looked at momma duck and her offspring swimming by.  My arm was around Willow back no words were said and we kissed again. Willow was the first to brake the silence. Joe, I knew I am no beauty and I also know you are very rich and could have any woman you wanted so why me, why now? To these words I felt sick to my stomach, Willow was more then I had anticipated, she would complete me. Oh Willow I know that I can have any women I want, it would be because I have a lot of money and not me. I am looking for something more I do not know what it is but I thank it will be with you are someone like you. You do not ask for anything but are willing to give everything. Do you know just how special and rare that is? She was now crying in to my chest both of my arms around her holding her becoming one with her. I was now feeling my cock growing and I did not want Willow to know it. ÂÂ
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I stood and said it was late and was should go. As we drove Willow moved close to me and laid her head on my shoulder, one hand moving up and down my arm. This was having an effect on me that needed some relief. I was glade Willows eyes where closed or she would have know exactly what was up, at least 7 inches any way. Then Willow nearly killed us when she said “Joe, are you going to fuck me tonight?†I nearly lost control of the car but managed to stop and pull over with a WHAT? coming from my mouth. She smiled and said you know I am a virgin; I have never tasted a cock or even seen one other then in books. I have been enjoying what is happening with yours, so I am asking are you going to fuck me tonight?
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I thought a thousand things in a matter of seconds from how I wanted to fuck her to being the next victim of her mothers rage. I also knew my next utterance would determine both of our lives in the most profound way. My steps where tripping me up and my desire for her mother was still there but now I wanted Willow . I kissed her and said, do you know how special a gift it is you just offered me? I will not lie, I want you in the most profound way, but it would not be true love. It would be a hunter taking an innocent flower. I will not take you Willow not now it would be wrong, I could not do that to you. She had tears in her eyes when she kissed me hotly. Willow said her mom has told her that guys only wanted sex and once they got it they moved on to the next victim of their lust. I pretended to be shocked but confirmed what her mom said. Willow moved closer and said either I do not excite you or you care and respect me. I can tell I excite you to which he squeezed my very hard cock so I guess you have feeling for me? She was right I had to admit it I do feel some thing for her.
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Willow had my cock in her hand stroking it through my slacks. She would look down at it then back at me with a smile. Joe she said so softly, I want to give my cherry blossom to you. It is yours when ever you want it, do you under stand, I could only nod my head. She squeezed my cock so hard I though a tunicate was on it. Then she smiled and said you may not want to pop my cherry now but I will have you NUT NOW. So either take us some ware private or I am going to pull it out here ware we are parked! I gunned the gas looking for a quite place.
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We went to the lake and parked at a location I have always enjoyed coming to. She wanted me to take my cock out so she could see it. I said get in the back seat first, I was leaking pre-cum and walked with a limp getting in to the back of my beamer. I said Willow are you sure of this? She affirmed with a nod and a smile. She reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning waiting for their parents to say go for it. I started to tease her oh Willow do you want my lally pop, she went wild grabbing my belt then my zipper, I thought she would rip my slacks before I could lifted my ass for her to pull then down to my ankles. She stopped and looked at my boxers and the snake in it pre-cum had stained them and It wanted out bad. She then looked in to my eyes with wanting lust she was hungry and I was the main course. I laughed and said it’s all yours baby go for it. She dove at my boxer and finished unwrapping her present. It stood erect like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, she gasped and said “Oh My GOD, IT†S HUGES , JOE!! And I want ITâ€Â. She played with it and started stroking it, I was in total heaven and was enjoying the ride. The tip was wet and shiny from pre-cum from what had developed over the evening. I said ok Honey what now, she yanked my cock so hard I thought she was trying to pull it off, maybe she was! Then she kissed the head and the next thing I knew my cock was gone and replaced with Willows head, my god I gasped as she took me in her mouth and fed it with both hands. The only sound was the slurping of my cock. I do not know how much she took in and did not care. Her tongue was circling the head and was going to erupt. I said Willow pull it out I am going to shot my load. Hell this cock bitch held on and started jacking me off faster in her mouth. I BLOW and BLOW my nuts hurt when I was do. And she swallowed very drop and would not let go. I told her to take it out, reluctantly she did but stayed close the her lally pop.
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She and I where both breathing hard my god baby that was the best head I have ever had, where did you learn to give a blowjob? She looked up from my lap still holding my cock kissing it softly “it was my first time, did I do it right?†fuck yes you did it right Willow I thank you sucked my balls out the end of my dick. We both started laughing so hard our sides started hurting and we where both crying because of it.
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By now it was ten and we agreed she needed to get home before her mom called the police or the hospital. As we slowly drove she reminisced. Joe thank you for the best night of my life, I will never for get it as long as I live. I said Willow tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives and I too will always remember our first date. She screamed so loud, I said WHAT? you mean you want to take me out again, Oh yes Willow you are mine now. Yes Joe I am and I will do what ever you want, just ask!!!
"You are a girl... a GIRL!" cried Benny as he threw his glove upon the sofa.
"sorry..." sobbed Joe, half crying, half whimpering, closing the door behind him.
"What's all that ruckus?" said their mother, her hands covered in latex gloves, holding a filthy frying pan and a bar of soap, her dress covered in a flower apron.
"Josephina here..." said Benny sarcastically. "He cost us the game! He throws like a damn girl!" he said, his angry face inches away from Joe's.
"Benny! Don't you realize your brother is way too young? It's not his fault if you take him to your games." said their mother, leaving the pan and taking her youngest away from his brother.
"When I was his age I was great at baseball.
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.." spat Benny "... he's a whimp. A girl... a faggot..."
Theresa Rourke covered her mouth in shock and uttered in a very angry tone "Benjamin Phillip Rourke! How can you say such a word? You're grounded! GROUNDED!" she roared. She stood up, higher than she ever had, even though her son was far taller than she was. "You're going to your room right now and you're not allowed to leave until I say so!"
"I'm nineteen, you can't send me to my room." he said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Yes I can young man, as long as you live under my roof, you'll live under my laws! NOW MOVE IT!" she said, pointing at the staircase.
Benny stared at his mother, a smug grin on his face. But then she moved one step forward, opening her hand and raising it. Covering his face he made a run for the stairs "Fine I'll go... but you should punish pussy boy there too... he cost us the game!" he said, in spite of his mother's outrage.
"That bloody no good... I can't wait until summer's over and he leaves for college again..." muttered Theresa to herself.
"Mom... what's a faggot?" asked the boy. He had never heard that word before and did not understand why his mother had reacted that way.
His mother looked at him, her eyes almost covered in tears. She crouched before him, gently removing the long brown hair from his face, getting a good look at his boyish features. "You don't have to worry about that sweety. It's just a nasty word that only a nasty boy like your brother can say. Don't mind it." she said.
"But ... he called me that before you know... and his friends too, especially just now... he was really mad at me for being such a lousy pitcher..." the kid said, doing his best to contain his tears.
"Like I said, it's not your fault. You're merely a twelve year old boy. Your brother and his friends are far older than you, far bigger. He should never have taken you to play in the first place." she said reasurringly. "Now come, join me in the kitchen. I still haven't cleaned the spoon and I reckon there's a bit of cookie dough in it still."
A big smile reached across Joe's face and he followed his mom.
"Foul loathsome pussy boy..." said Benny, quite mad, hitting his pillow. "Stupid cunt. Cost us the game..." he said under his breath, quite mad at his young sibling. He stared at his watch. 6 PM, almost time for dinner. Dinner he would miss because of his stupid, girl-like brother. He threw himself on his bed angrily. He laid there for a second or two, thinking about it. He heard the front door, father was home. Would his father side with him? He had always said that Joe wasn't as masculine as he should have been. He was always saying the boy needed a haircut, that it wasn't right for a man to have long hair. But mother had always defended him, mother had always nurtured little Joe, always pampered him. Benny turned and hit the pillow again, angry and jealous at his brother. He laid for a couple more minutes, sinking his mind in his dark thoughts. Absent-mindledly he got up from the bed, turned on his radio and walked towards his closet. He opened it and then searched for the false floorboard, removing it and getting what he wanted. He carefully took the whisky bottle in his hands, almost hiding it from view. He closed the false floorboard, the closet, and then moved to the door, securing it with the lock. Relaxed now that he was safe he jumped on his bed and begun to drink, allowing his mind to think back how much he hated his pussy brother.
Hours passed. Joe climbed to his bed, his body scarcely covered by a long shirt that used to belong to Benny. Tired as he was (and full of his mom's delicious cookies), he quickly fell asleep, his window open and the moonlight bathing his room. Calmness took over suburbia. Suddenly the calm was broken as Joe's bedroom door opened slowly. Benny grinned as he saw his brother's sleeping form. He carefully closed the door. Drunk as he was it wasn't easy, but Benny had mastered the art of drunk sneaking during his time at college, where he would sneak into the girl's dormitories to fuck them silly. He locked the door and chuckled in anticipation. He stared at his girl of a brother and his grin faded, to be replaced by a mad look. Being a really hot night, Ben's 6 foot body was covered only by his underwear. He removed it instantly, his drunken mind anticipating what he was about to do. His big 9inch cock slapped against his flat stomach as he did, and he prowled towards the bed. He carefully lifted his old shirt from his brother's ass, revealing the smooth, hairless behind of a twelve year old boy. "Just like a girl..." he muttered. "Stupid cunt..." he said, spatting on it. Without further ado, he got on top of his little brother, crushing him with his football-playing body weight.
The sudden weight upon him awakened Joe, but before he could even gasp a strong powerful hand gripped his mouth and he could not utter a single sound. "You fucking faggott... I'm gonna teach you a lesson..." the rough voice in his ear was easily recognizable. The stale stench of liquor filled his senses, but still he knew his brother was on top of him. It took Joe a second to realize his brother had a stick or something between them. "Oh god... he's gonna beat me up..." he thought, believing his brother had brought a baseball bat. How very wrong he was.
"You've had this coming for a long time pussy boy..." said Benny, removing his brother's underpants with one quick motion, while tightly holding his mouth. "... ever since I saw you making floral arrangenments with mom... you're such a faggott... I'm gonna give you just what you want..." "no...please no..." tried to speak Joe, but it was no use. He heard his brother spat on something, and seconds later a cold, wet finger started to rub his anus. The finger didn't linger for long, and soon he felt a huge, hot head approaching. "You're gonna love this bro... I'm gonna tear you in half for making me loose..." Benny's drunken state had made him loose all rationalization. Without waiting, he began to force his big hot cock up his brother's ass. He could feel it tearing, his young brother's quivering body below him. But he didn't stop. Tears fell from Joe's eyes as he tried to scream, a silent scream that was unheard by his assailant. And Benny smiled, forcing his way up. For Benny it was a couple of seconds to get all in, for Joe it felt like a eternity of pain. "Fucking tight..." said Benny. He eased off a bit, moving his hips forward, trying to open the young, tight hole by moving in circles. Benny smiled as he felt liquid around his cock, he knew Joe was bleeding. This seemed to turn him on even more. Slowly he begun his attack. He took his cock out, and then he got back in, and then out, and then in, increasing his pace. "Gonna... fuck... you... bitch..." he whispered in his brother's ears. Joe cried heavily, pain shooting up all over his body. Each thrust felt even worse, each thrust tearing his flesh apart. "You're enjoying this, aren't you bitch... of course you are... all faggots love big cocks." said Benny, his voice ragged and a bit louder than before. Joe didn't know how long he remained there, just laying on his bed, getting his ass ripped by his much older brother. He cried until there were no more tears, his mouth hurting from his brother's tight grip. He felt Benny quickening his pace, making shorter withdrawals and then Benny realeased a moan of pleasure on his ear, his stale alcohol-filled breath filling Joe's senses once more, and he felt Benny's cock explode inside of him. Benny remained there, enjoying his orgams, filling his baby brother with his cum. After a while he moved closer to his brother's ears "Bitch, you're gonna do everything I say, or I'm gonna beat the crap out of you so badly you're gonna be in a hospital bed until I get back to school. You hear me?" Joe nodded slightly, his tears fresh on his face. "Good bitch... now I'm gonna release your mouth, you're not gonna even think about screaming or saying anything..." Benny said, Joe nodded again. After a second of thinking, Benny removed his hand and lifted himself from his brother, his hard cock leaving the little boy's ass. "Fuck... I really messed you up..." he said, looking at the blood/cum covered ass. "And I really messed me up..." he added, watching his cock with the same liquids. He turned his brother around, making him lie with his face up and sat on his brother's chest. "See this?" he said, patting his brother's lips with his massive hard cock. "This is what I fucked you with...as you can see it's all filthy with your blood and my cum... I want you to open you mouth wide now bitch..." Joe hesitated, but he was too afraid and too much in pain to truly think so he did as ordered. Benny grinned, his drunken eyes staring at the moonlight lit scene. He plunged his cock deep into his brother's mouth, making him clean it off. Since it was hard, it didn't take long, even for a mind as drunk as Benny's to realize what to do. He grabbed his brother's head and began to fuck his mouth. Joe flapped his arms, trying to stop the sudden, savage attack on his mouth but Benny could not be stopped "You bite me and you're dead cunt..." said the eldest brother, moving his hips back an forth, sinking his nine inch cock in the wet cavern. Joe's eyes opened again in tears as his brother forced his cock up his mouth. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, all he could do was lie there. Benny fucked his baby brother's mouth for a short while and then erupted in pleasure as shot after shot of cum left his cock and splattered the small throat. Grinning he took it out of his brother's mouth, sending a last stream of cum right in his face. Grinning ever more broadly he hit the face with the heavy cock a couple of times "Well done cunt... well done bitch..." he smiled. Slowly he got down from his brother's chest. He grabbed Joe's hair and looked at his handywork. Blood/cum covered lips and cheeks greeted him. "Listen up bitch. You will never talk about this ... and starting today you're mine to do as I please. Cunts in this fucking town are not half as good as the cunts in college, so, for the remainder of my so-called Summer Holidays, you're gonna be my bitch. Hear?" He slapped his brother, and Joe slowly nodded. "And don't even dream about telling mom..." Benny ended his threat as he released his brother's hair. "Now get some sleep, tomorrow's gonna be a beauuuuutiful day..." He said grinning and he laughed as he left his brother's room. Joe sank in his pillow, crying, bleeding, hurting. He knew the worst time of his life was just starting, and he knew he was powerless to stop it...
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           Nick jerked awake and sat up. He looked around warily and realized he was in his bed, in his apartment. Was it just a dream? he wondered. He threw the blankets back and saw he had on the shorts he normally slept in. Maybe it was a dream, he thought. But…he examined his aching wrists and realized it hadn’t been a dream. The marks on his wrists declared that he had been tied to something, recently. He checked his ankles and found the same marks.
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xt-decoration: none; text-underline: none">           “So how the hell did I get back here?†he asked nobody in particular.
           He climbed from the bed and strode purposely through the small apartment to check the lock on the front door. It was locked.
           “What the hell…?†he mumbled to himself.
           He turned and slowly looked around the room. Everything looked like it was okay. He did a slow circuit through the apartment, checking to make sure everything was still there, still where it was supposed to be. He found nothing missing. Should I call the cops? he wondered.
           “And tell them what?†he asked himself. “That some crazy broad kidnapped me to have sex then brought me home? Yeah, they’d love that.â€Â
           He shook his head as he made his way back to his bedroom. He gathered together a pair of jeans, underwear and a tee-shirt. Then he headed for the bathroom to shower and shave. After his shower he felt better. As he was putting his shoes on he decided he’d stop by the manager’s office and ask to have his locks changed. He’d tell them he’d been mugged and the guy took his keys. That way he wouldn’t have to pay for the new locks. He slipped a pair of sweatbands on his wrists to hide the marks then headed out.
           The manager’s office was his first stop. He next headed to the health club to switch his membership to another club. He wasn’t taking any chances. That woman seemed a little crazy and she might still be hanging around there. He definitely didn’t want to run into her again. As he headed to the grocery store he thought about the fact that this was supposed to be his vacation. Thank God I’m off for a couple of weeks, he thought. I definitely wouldn’t want to have to deal with this stuff and work too.
           When he got back to his apartment the door was open and someone was bent over working on it. He stopped just outside the apartment and stared for a minute. He finally decided it was probably the locksmith and excused himself as he stepped past them into the apartment with his meager two bags of groceries.
           “Manager said you got mugged and lost your keys.â€Â
           Nick turned back to stare at the figure bent over the lock of his door. That was definitely a female voice he’d heard.
           “Sure. I can take a look when I finish up here.â€Â
           “Thanks,†he replied turning away from her and heading into the kitchen.
           He put his groceries away and went back to the living room. She was standing up trying the new locks when he got back. He stood and watched her for a minute.
           “How’s it coming?†he finally asked.
           “Just about done,†she replied.
           “Good. Let me know when you’re ready to take a look at the car,†he said, heading toward his bedroom.
           He made it as far as the doorway when he felt something pressed into his back. He started to turn but stopped when the object was pressed harder into his back.
           “What are you doing?†he asked.
           “What I came here for,†she replied softly in a sexy voice.
           He started to turn his head but she stopped him again.
           “Don’t turn around, Nick. I won’t tell you again and I don’t want to hurt you.â€Â
           “Shit,†he muttered under his breath.
           “Ariel has good taste,†she said then gave a soft laugh when he stopped short. “She sends her love by the way. Now, get on your knees.â€Â
           “I don’t like repeating myself,†she said in an angry tone. He felt something metal touch the back of his neck. “Don’t make me do it again. Now, get on your knees.â€Â
           Nick let out a nervous sigh and slowly lowered himself to his knees next to his unmade bed.
           “Good boy. Now, put your hands on the bed and don’t move.â€Â
           He put his hands on the edge of the bed, palms down and held perfectly still, waiting. A blindfold slipped over his head and was smoothed over his eyes. As he was about to protest a ball gag was stuffed into his mouth and fastened behind his head. His hands automatically went up toward his face. They froze in midair when he felt the cold steel pressed into the back of his neck again.
           “Put them behind your back.â€Â
           He grunted at her through the gag.
           “Do it,†she said, shoving the gun barrel into the back of his neck.
           He complied and put his hands behind his back. She quickly cuffed his hands together and pulled up on the cuffs.
           “Okay, lover, time for some action.â€Â
           A stream of frantic grunts poured from behind the gag as he rose to his feet.
           “What did you think I was here for?†she asked innocently as she turned him with a hand on his elbow.
She shoved against his chest and caused him to fall heavily onto his bed. With the blindfold over his eyes he was disoriented and easily lost his balance. He hit the bed and bounced up to meet her body as she lowered herself on top of him. He floundered around trying to pull away from her but her hands and body pinned him to the mattress.
“Ariel said you were a shy one,†she said huskily, laughing. “Don’t worry, lover. I won’t hurt you.â€Â
He felt her hands slide up under his tee-shirt. Her body leaned forward, pressing him into the mattress. As she worked her hands up his chest she pulled his tee-shirt up too. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his stomach. Kissing her way up his abdomen she made certain she took each nipple in her mouth and sucked gently when she reached his chest. She heard him groan through the gag.
She moved down his legs and removed his shoes and socks. He struggled again as she crawled back up his legs. She smacked him hard on the crotch then lay down against his body.
“Be a good boy and I’ll play nice.â€Â
He moaned and grunted around the gag. She slowly slid her hands up his sides then reached up to caress his face. He felt her sucking on his nipples again as her hands were lowered to work on the button and zipper of his pants. Once his jeans were open her hands slid in to cup his hips and pull him against her.
“At least Ariel picked a cutie this time,†she whispered to him. “You’re a hot piece of meat, lover.â€Â
She leaned forward and nibbled on his right ear as she rubbed her groin against his. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and sat up, straddling his body.
“I think we need to get rid of some of these clothes, lover. What do you think?â€Â
He grunted around the gag as he shook his head from side to side.
She pulled her sweatshirt off then wriggled out of her pants to sit naked on top of him. She reached down and fished through the pockets of her sweatpants pulling a pocket knife from one of the pockets. She tossed the pants away and opened the knife. Carefully placing the blade against Nick’s exposed skin she cut away his tee-shirt and threw the remnants on the floor. Then she folded the knife and laid it on the floor with her sweatpants. She turned around on the bed and slowly pushed his jeans down his legs, tossing them on the floor at the foot of the bed. She turned back, crawled up Nick’s body again and started pulling down his briefs. He grunted frantically and tried to wiggle away from her. She leaned forward and pinched his nipples hard. His body strained up under her as he fought against the pain she inflicted.
“Stop fighting me, lover. This is inevitable. I’m going to fuck your pretty ass so just accept it.â€Â
She started working on his briefs again and managed to remove them in short order. Once he lay naked beneath her she ran her hands over his exposed body.
“Ariel sure knows how to pick ’em,†she purred. “You’re fucking gorgeous.â€Â
He felt her hands on his prick, working it with expert fingers. He tried to ignore her touch and her manipulations. He was trying to think of anything else. Then he felt her lips close over him. God, no, not again, he thought desperately. What the hell’s going on? he wondered. She worked her hands and mouth over him until he was fully erect even though he tried to fight it. Once he was erect she moved and lowered herself onto him.
He moaned when he felt her hot, wet pussy slide onto him. She took his full length and then just sat on him for a minute. When she finally started to move he had lost his battle and was totally immersed in the feelings she was evoking. She set a slow rhythm to start with then gradually quickened it. She pumped up and down on him, steadily increasing her speed. He could feel his balls tighten with their load. He knew he would cum soon even though he didn’t want this. She leaned forward again and started licking and nipping at his sensitive nipples. When she drew his left one into her mouth and sucked loudly on it he screamed into the gag as he blew his load into her pussy. His release pushed her over the edge and she screamed out in orgasm, clutching him to her.
“Oh, God, lover, you’re every bit as good as Ariel promised,†she whispered when she had recovered.
She reached forward and slowly released the gag from his mouth. She kissed him long and hard.
“Why?†he croaked.
“Our group has a bet with another group. We all have to take you within a week,†she whispered. “We have to do it individually. You have three more to go, lover.â€Â
She climbed off the bed and put her clothes back on then turned back to stare at Nick.
“Okay, lover, turn over onto your stomach.â€Â
Nick awkwardly turned over. When he was lying on his stomach she unhooked the cuffs and put them back in her pocket. He felt the cold muzzle of the gun against the back of his neck again.
“I’m going to take the blindfold off now. Don’t move for thirty minutes or I’ll have to shoot you.†She leaned down and kissed the back of his left shoulder. “I really don’t want to have to do that.â€Â
He felt the blindfold slip off of his eyes. When he started to turn over he felt the cold metal of the gun pressed into his bare back.
“Uh-uh-uh. Don’t move, lover.â€Â
He listened for what seemed like hours and didn’t hear anything. Finally, he tried turning over again. This time, nothing happened. When he turned over he found he was alone again. He got up and put his briefs and jeans back on then checked through the rest of his apartment. Finding it empty and the front door closed and locked he sank down on the couch and threw his head against the back.
“Now what am I gonna do?†he asked the empty room.
You are sitting at your desk. Its late, everyone else has gone home for the day. Being a Friday the place is complete empty. That’s why you’re surprised when this tall dark figure appears in your office door.
           He’s a large man, tall and muscular. He’s wearing a skin tight black shirt, and black leather gloves. You can see his tight stomach muscles through his shirt. He has large arms and a large chest. He is wearing tight black jeans and black work boots. You can’t help but notice a large bulge running halfway down his right thigh. He also as a black cowboy hat on pulled down covering his eye’s making it hard to make out
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his face.
           Before you have a chance to say anything he rushes over to you and takes a firm hold of your neck lifting you out of your chair. With your feet off the ground he puts his lips agents yours and pushes his tongue deep into your mouth, moving it back and forth inside of you. He stops and says to you, “Don’t struggle and you won’t get hurtâ€Â.
           Hanging there, holding on to his large arms so not to get your neck broken, you are afraid to struggle. You do mumble “nnnooo†and try to squirm a little.
           He puts you down and spins you around, pulling your back against him. He’s taller than you so you can feel his “bulge†against your back. He quickly grabs your tits through your shirt. He pushes them into you, which pushes you harder agents him. He squeezes your tits hard, kneading them in his large, leather covered hands. You pull at his arms as he does, but he is so strong and big it has no affect. You again mumble “no†a few more times. After roughly rubbing your tits, he takes a hold of your shirt and pulls it apart hard and fast. You let out a little scream when he does, but there is no one around to hear. Buttons pop off your shirt and fly across the room. He quickly pulls your shirt completely off of you. He then grabs the back strap of your braw and pulls that apart with a quick jerk, pulling it completely off of you body. Again you let out a small scream. He firmly pulls your back against him again, grabbing your now bare tits in the process.
           You are shaking like mad, but to your surprise you can feel yourself really getting turn you on. You can feel your pussy getting wet. Your struggling subsides slightly.
           Noticing your large nipples, you hear him moan. He grabs both nipples in each hand, pinching them firmly between his thumb and finger. First he pushes them into your chest while he pinches them then he pulls them away from you hard. He does this over and over. You can’t keep your self from reacting to the sensation it is causing. You can feel him thrusting his hips into you as he plays with your tits.
           He spins you around so that you are facing him. He gets on his knees in front of you and starts roughly sucking on your right tit. He takes a large part of it into his mouth and bites on it, flicking his tongue across your nipple the whole time. Abruptly, and to your surprise, you let out a short moan of pleasure. Stopping yourself as soon as you realize you are. He continues sucking and biting your tits one then the other, sometimes sucking and biting just the nipples. He’s being so rough your breast start to hurt. You can feel your pussy really getting wet. Your trying not to act like your enjoying it but you can’t help it, every once in a while a another moan slips out.
           He stops sucking your tits. Grabs a hold of your paints and, to your surprise, rips the button off and unzips them all in one strong pull. He pulls both your paints and underwear down to your ankles. Picks you up with ease and puts you on the edge of your desk. He pulls your pants and underwear completely off and spreads your legs exposing your dripping hot pussy. You are hardly struggling at all now. Your pussy is begging to be touched. He kneels down in front of you throwing your legs over his shoulders. Roughly he drives his face between your legs. He takes as much of you into his mouth at once as he can, sucking and pulling at your whole pussy. You let out a loud moan as soon as his mouth touches you. Then he drives his long tongue deep into you, running it all around inside of you. You can’t hold back anymore. The feeling of his tongue flying around inside of you drives you to an instant orgasm. You grab a hold of the edge of your desk as you have an intense orgasm, filling his mouth full of your hot cum. You hear him moan as he drinks all you have to give him. Saying in a muffled voice “Ya baby, give me all your cum, give it to me!†Hearing this really turns you on, making you cum even harder. After he takes all of your cum, he moves up to your clit, there he licks it quickly then nibbles and bites it. You can’t hold still, you start thrashing your hips. He grabs you tightly holding you in place. You start cumming again, as soon as you do he moves back down and sticks he tongue back deep into your pussy drinking all of your cum, moaning “Ya, give it to meâ€Â.
           He stops and stands up between your legs as you lay there on your desk, your pussy dripping down your ass onto the desk. You don’t move in exhaustion from the intense orgasms you just had. You can’t help but watch as he unzips his paints and starts to pull out his dick. You gasp when you see the size of it. You’re well below his waist lying on the desk but when he lets go of his dick the head hits your stomach with a thud. It must be 11 or 12 inches long, and almost as big around as your four-arm. You have no idea how he is going to fit that inside of you.
           You can feel his pre-cum on your stomach where he dropped his dick. He grabs his dick and strokes it over you to get it completely erect. His hands run slowly from his head to his balls, up and down until he is stiff. It looks even bigger than before now. You notice your hips are thrusting with each stroke of his hand on his dick. He pushes is dick so it is sticking straight out and starts to line his head up against your pussy. You start to squirm but he forcefully grabs your hips so you can’t move. He slowly starts sliding his dick into you. You start to squeeze the edge of your desk hard. You can feel your lips spreading farther and farther apart as his head forces its way into you. You feel your lips painfully stretching to their limits. You start to squirm and moan from the pain when you final feel his head slip all the way in. He then continues to sliding his dick into you. You keep grabbing the desk hard as you feel his head sliding deeper and deeper into you, keeping your lips achingly stretched to their limits. His head and shaft is rubbing hard agents the walls of your pussy all the way in. You let out a loud moan as his head reaches your inner limits. The feeling of that huge dick deep in you makes you cum hard just having it there. Your pussy squeezes his big dick as you cum, make him moan. He says loudly, “Yes, squeeze my dick, cum all over my dick!†He just leaves his big throbbing dick deep in you until you finish cumming. He fills you so completely that all of your cum runs out of your pussy and down his dick and balls.
           As soon as you’re done cumming he slowly pulls his long dick all the way out. You moan as you feel his head slip out of you. Then he lines his head back up and slams it back into you, making your whole body jerk. You scream. He pulls it all the way back out, then slams it in again. He keeps doing this over and over. Your whole body shakes with each thrust. It does not take long before you have another intense orgasm. As soon as you start he slams his dick in again and just holds it there. Your pussy milks his dick hard as you cum. You can feel his huge dick throbbing inside you. He says, “Oh ya baby. Squeeze that dick.†Each time he says anything it just intensifies your orgasm.
           After a few minutes you finally stop cumming. He then starts to pump your pussy with his big dick, slowly at first. Then with each pump it gets faster and harder. Finally he is screwing you hard and fast. His big dick sliding in and out of you sloppy wet cum drenched pussy over and over again. You keep having orgasm after orgasm. You both are moaning and groaning loudly. You gasp with almost every orgasm. The desk is thumping with each pump of his big dick into your pussy. The wet sloppy sound of his huge dick slamming in and out of your drenched pussy fills the room. The smell of sex is strong and intoxicating to you. You hear him start moaning with each pump. You can also feel his dick getting stiffer and his head swelling deep in your pussy. “I’m almost there!†he groans loudly. “Are you ready to take my hot cum deep in your little pussy?†He asks. This makes you cum yet again. He starts pumping even faster and groaning louder. “Answer my question!†he demands loudly, squeezing your hips hard as he does. “Answer me! Are you ready for me to unload my cum in you?!†You just moan and groan as you keep cumming. Just as he’s about to cum he pulls out, you look down as his huge swollen head shoot his white hot cum all over your body. A big hot load lands right at the base of you neck and another across your right tit and yet another down the center of your stomach. You watch him as he grabs his dick and milks the rest of his cum out. The hot cum slowly runs out of his head onto your cum drenched stomach. Your orgasm slowly stops and you find yourself desiring his hot cum in you. “Next time, answer me, and I’ll let you feel my dick fill you with my cum.†he says. You look at his dick and notice that it’s not getting soft.
           He takes his shirt off and reaches down and stands you up, his cum starts running down your body. He reaches down and picks you up just below your ass. You have no choice but to hold onto his shoulder or you would fall backwards. He lifts you high agents him. His cum smears between the two of you as your bodies come together. He lowers you onto his enormous dick. You both let out a moan as you slide slowly down his long shaft. He then proceeds to lift you all the way up and back down is long dick, dropping you back on it with force each time. You start cumming uncontrollably. You can feel his muscles flexing against you as he lifts you up and down like you where a pillow. He starts to sweat and groan as he slides you up a down is dick faster and harder. You’ve cum so much it’s running down his balls and legs. His cum is sliding between your chests with each pump. You can feel your sensitive, cum covered nipples rubbing against his chest, which is intensifying each orgasm. He starts to groan loudly and you again can feel his dick swelling inside of you. “Do you want my cum this time?†he grunts as he starts lifting you faster and dropping you harder each time now. You just keep groaning and moaning loudly. “Answer me, do you want my cum!†he yells. You start another intense orgasm; you scratch his sweaty shoulders hard. “Do you want it?!†he groans loudly. You can feel his enormous head swelling in side of you; you know he is about to cum. You have to feel it explode inside of you this time. As you start to have another intense orgasm you yell out, “Yes! Please, cum inside of me! Fill me with you cum!†As soon as you say that, he drops you hard onto his dick and leaves you there. His swollen head unleashes another large load of hot cum. You can feel it slam into the back of your inner pussy. With his big dick filling your pussy, your cum and his cum starts flowing out of your drenched pussy. Load after hot load of cum shoots out of his big dick. Each pump of his dick sends an intension orgasmic sensation throughout your body. You scratch and clench his back and shoulders throughout the orgasms.
As soon as he finishes unloading all of his cum into you he drops you back down onto your desk, his dick sliding out as he does. You glance at him after lying back on your desk. His dick is hanging down now but still very big and still throbbing in the air. Some of his cum is dripping out of his still swollen head. His dick and balls are drenched from both of your cum. You can see your scratch marks and his cum smeared all over his chest.
           He stuffs his half hard dick back into his paints, puts his shirt back on and walks out the door. You’re left lying on your back sprawled out across your desk. Your body is covered with his cum and sweat. Both of your cum is running out of you onto your desk from your throbbing stretched open pussy. You pass out from exhaustion.
    She entered her apartment, tossing her briefcase onto the couch, and making a beeline to the bedroom for a quick switch; to exchange her work clothes for something much more comfortable. It had been another horrendous day; taxing her nerves, and making her wonder whether she should have chosen a calmer, less stressful profession.ÂÂ
    Shucking her gray suit and frilly white blouse, she stood before the mirror for a few moments; fondling her 36-D breasts, her fingers caressing their dark, quarter-sized aeriolas, before wandering down the firm muscles of her stomach to her thatch.  God, despite all; she was still one hell of a sexy woman! At forty-three, she could easily rival the bodies of most twenty-year-olds. It was a shame that her husband had abandoned ship; his maleness completely obliterated by her ever-growing success. Poor men; their egos were so fragile, so easily and utterly destroyed. ÂÂ
     She turned and headed for her closet, feeling a sudden gust of cool air. And that’s when she noticed it; the broken window, its glass shards strewn across the carpeting! Before she could react, a gloved hand was clamped across her mouth, a voice at her ear, warning, “Keep quiet, or I’ll slit your fucking throat.â€Â
    When the hand let up a little, she warbled. “ Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll --- I’ll do anything you say.â€Â
    “Fucking A, you will.â€Â
    “If you’re looking for money, I -- I have some in my purseâ€Â
    “Money is a perk for me, lady; I want a hell of a lot more than that.â€Â
    “I could write you out a check -- please.â€Â
    His hands roamed from her mouth, down over her neck and breastbone to her jugs, cupping and bouncing them in his hands. “I saw you preening in the mirror. You think you’re real hot-shit, don’t you?â€Â
    “No, no; I’m really not like that.â€Â
    The hands left her breasts and groped their way down the length of her stomach, fingering her navel, before moving on to her snatch.
    “I’ll -- I’ll do anything you say, but, please, don’t hurt me.â€Â
    “Self-worshipping bitches, like you, really piss me off,†he snapped, flinging her onto the bed. “You won’t be so arrogant when I’m finished with you.â€Â
    She rolled off the mattress and tried for the door, but he caught her by the hair, yanking her back, and driving a fist into her kidney area. Before she could recover, he ran her hard, ramming her head into the door frame; then again and again, until she nearly collapsed, a virtual solar system exploding in her brain.
    “If you want to make this tough, that’s just fine by me. I have no problem with that, at all.â€Â
    Dazed and in pain, she lashed out, blindly, delivering a glancing blow to his jaw.
    “Oh yeah; I love fighters. You’re getting me all wet, here.â€Â
    He smacked her across the face, sending her flying onto the bed, where she laid like a worn-out, old dishrag; panting, head and heart throbbing, trying to regain her senses. She felt the lump on her forehead, wincing in pain. Would he kill her when he was finished? With all the commotion, in her panic, she hadn’t even caught a glimpse of his face. Was he white or black, Oriental or Hispanic? He sounded as though he was white, but, hell, he could be an Eskimo for all she knew. Dare she chance a look? Would it seal her fate if she saw his face?
    The light suddenly went out, as if he had anticipated her thoughts, and she could hear his animal-like grunts as he tried to tear off his clothes in a hurry. Then the mattress bounced and he was next to her, his scent a mixture of cologne, cigarette smoke and what -- maybe vodka.ÂÂ
    “I’ve been watching you for weeks, bitch; strutting around in your high-and-mighty power suits. You really think you’re the cat’s meow, don’t you?â€Â
    “No -- no --.â€Â
    “Yeah, yeah!â€Â
    He roughly rolled her onto her back, squeezing her breasts together and sucking each of her nipples in turn, rolling them between his teeth. She tried to squirm away, but he adjusted his weight, pinning her down.
    “I got to say one thing; you have a hell of a set of knockers. What size are they?â€Â
    When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question, much louder.
    “I’ll say. You have it all, huh; power suits, power car, power boobs.â€Â
    Then, in a flash, he was on her, his warm tongue wandering her lips, and she felt his hardness enter her, roughly at first, then much more gentle. Before she knew it, they were moving in rhythm, her legs wrapped around his butt, her nails digging into his back. She felt the adrenaline rush come quickly, gasping, a euphoric feeling swimming in her head. His chest hair scrapped her boobs, as their tongues darted into one another’s mouths. On and on it went; the rocking, the groaning, the panting; both squealing in unison as they blew their cookies at the same time.
    He rolled off of her and they laid there for a long time, trying to catch their breath. Cool air rustled the curtains, traffic humming in the distance, an occasional horn.
    “You’re --,†he rasped. “You’re even better than I had thought.â€Â
    She didn’t answer, confused by a strange mixture of fear and ecstasy.
    “Well?â€Â
    “Well what?â€Â
    “How was I?â€Â
    She pondered for a moment, unable to answer.
    “C’mon; how was I?â€Â
    She answered with a giddy, schoolgirl laugh. “Not bad, considering it was an illegal entry.â€Â
    He chuckled at the remark and flung out of bed, gathering up his clothes. “You stay right where you are, don’t move a muscle.â€Â
    “You’re -- You’re not going to hurt me, are you?â€Â
    “After a fuck like that, I don’t want to have to. I will, though, if you give me no choice. So, like I said; you just stay there while I get the hell out of here.â€Â
    She watched as he quickly dressed, a dark form, his eyes never leaving her. Without another word, he made his way to the window, freezing with one foot out as she switched on the light.
    “Fuck, damn-it-all; now you saw my face! Now I have no choice but to --.â€Â
    She jumped out of bed and walked to him, her fingers toying with his curly black hair, then roaming down his cheek to trace his jaw. “And a nice face it is.â€Â
    He could only stare, mouth agape, eyes as wide as saucers. Finally, after considering his options, he started back out the window.
    She rummaged through her purse, squealing in frustration and pouring its contents onto the bed. Then she snatched up a card and walked to him, holding it out.
    “What’s this?â€Â
    “You’ll find my office number, as well as my home number on there. If you ever want another go-round, like tonight, give me a call.â€Â
    He reached for it, hesitantly, his eyes growing wider. “Are -- Are you serious?â€Â
    “I am dead serious.â€Â
    He considered her for a long moment, chuckling at the absurdity of it all, then tucked the card into his pocket and made his way out the window.
    “Or, if you prefer; you can just surprise me, like earlier!†she called after him.
    He hustled down the darkened street, glancing back at her window. She wasn’t such a “bitch†after all. At the corner, he stopped, the suspense killing him. Pulling out a small pocket light, he shined it on the card, sucking in a startled breath. “Jesus, would you look at this,†he whispered to himself.
    There, in bold black-and-gold lettering – Samantha Eggers; Assistant Police Commissioner, City of New York.
Ever since we got married, I had put up with a lot. My wife, Lucy, was obsessive, controlling, short-tempered and stubborn, to name a few flaws. But I stuck with it because I loved her. I also, at this point, did not believe in divorce or adultery. Thus, I was quite shocked when I came home early one day to find my wife on her knees sucking a big black cock. She slurped as she pulled her mouth away to look at me, and jumped up, attempting to sputter an excuse. I stood dumbstruck for a moment, then simply turned and walked out. She didn't follow. I can not explain my emotions at this point, for instead of feeling a perhaps natural rage and sadness, I simpy felt empty and cold. One would think that after being so faithful to Lucy despite the endless troubles it took to
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make the relationship work, and seeing her like that, I would be furious, and ready to go back and scream my lungs out. Instead, nothing.
As I checked into a motel roughly 2 hours later, the bitterness finally began to well up inside me. Eventually this turned to anger, and finally a burning desire for revenge. How could she do this and think she would get away with it? Automatically, my mind began formulating ideas and scenarios with which to get the bitch back. Sitting alone in my room, I decided the best and most...creative form of revenge would be a taste of her own medicine, as it were. Grabbing my keys, I drove to a nearby sex shop and made my preparations...
I knew Lucy would be at home when I knocked at the door a few days later. She had tried to phone me a couple times but I was inconsolable. She answered the door without checking who it was, and when I saw her, a brief moment of pity and hesitation overcame me. I looked up and down her body; she had always been beautiful, with black silky hair and olive skin to go with it. Not to mention her perfect perky breasts, which were all natural and yet full and round. She also had a real hourglass figure, with her curvaceous hips framing her amazing ass. Snapping me out of my daydream, she said simply "I'm sorry." Another ten seconds passed, and I replied "You will be," before pushing her roughly inside and slamming the door. I pulled out from behind my back a cloth soaked in chloroform, and shoved it over her face, ignoring her attempts to stop me. I received a scratch to my face, and a sore shin, but she was unconscious. I began to make my preparations.
I stripped Lucy naked, and hoisted her up against the bare wall in the living room, clamping her wrists in the shackles I had attached to the wall. She now hung limply by her arms, but I decided when she awoke, this would not be enough. I attached 2 more shackles to the wall, then pulled her legs up over her head and pinned them in place. Thus, she was completely supported by the shackles, and her pussy and ass were exposed as far as possible. Two birds with one stone. She had always kept her pussy nice and trim, although I didn't see why, considering she rarely was in the mood for sex. She always tended to prefer blowjobs or handjobs if I asked, and anything raunchier like anal was out of the question. This would work well now, however, as it meant both her ass and pussy would be as tight as could be.
When she awoke, I had some other preparations to make before the real events started. Immediately, she began shouting at me to let her down, how dare I do this, blah blah blah. The anger built up again, and I slapped her hard on the pussy, causing a scream to interrupt her incessant yammering. I shoved a ball gag in her mouth to keep it that way. All she could do now was glare at me, and mumble slightly through the gag. "Look at me all you want with those accusing eyes. You're gonna get what you deserve. In fact, I'm gonna start by leaving a little souvenir of this whole night, " I smugly told her. I reached into my bag of tricks, and pulled out a piercing gun. Moving it over her body, and letting her see what it was, I began taunting her by slowly dragging it across her skin. She trembled in fear, and could only watch as I suddenly positioned it over her left nipple, and fired. A sudden click, and a ring was attached to her gorgeous breast. She writhed in pain, trying to scream and somehow end the pain. I decided not to do the other tit for now, as she seemed about to pass out from the pain. I left her and sat down in the other room, waiting for the real surprise to arrive.
A knock at the door, and 5 tall men entered, striding into the living room where my wife was imprisoned. It was a picturesque scene: 5 men all standing in a semi-circle around the terrified and exposed woman, helplessly pinned to the wall. Her facial expression was a mixture of pain, fury, and humiliation, and it turned me on more than I thought possible. My cock began to grow in my pants, which caused me to get the show started. I instructed the men to get naked, and told them to "do what you like." Immediately the first man stepped up to my wife, roughly grabbing her hips and positioning his erect member in front of her pussy. I guessed his dick was roughly 7" long, but it was thick too. All the better, I thought. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass hard as he simultaneously thrusted his cock into her. His hips slammed against hers, pushing her up against the wall hard. She winced and groaned loudly, as the man began a violent rhythm of fucking her. Her tits were bouncing up and down as he pounded her, and I could tell the fresh piercing was causing her some discomfort, in addition to the stretching her cunt must have been undergoing. The man didn't last long, and leaned over her, cumming inside her. When he pulled away, her vagina was red and raw, and this was after 1 guy! I was pleased, to say the least.
The night continued with my wife being the centre of attention. 4 more guys fucked her roughly, unleashing torrents of cum in her pussy and on her stomach and tits. I had also told the guys to focus on other areas, and they obliged by slapping her ass and pussy, choking her while fucking her, and spitting in her face. She looked a complete mess by this point. Her pussy was swollen and bleeding slightly, she was dripping with cum (in fact, there was a small puddle of cum that had accumulated on the floor beneath her), and her wrists and ankles were raw from the shackles. Now it was my turn. I first reached into the bag, pulling out a large black dildo I had bought. It was longer and thicker than any of the cocks that had just violated my wife's pussy. I moved over to her, and removed her ball gag. I wanted to hear her scream as I got my revenge. I took the dildo and roughly shoved it into her slit, watching her wince in pain. Then, without warning, I moved my cock below it and positioned it at the entrance to her asshole. Her eyes widened, "No, no, pleaseeeee!!" I had come this far, however, and I wanted to see it through. I thrusted forward, and slammed my cock into her ass, filling her up completely. Her ass was so tight I could barely keep a steady rhythm. The scream emanating from Lucy only spurned me on at this point, and I began pistoning my cock in and out of her ass. Her tight sphincter clamped around my dick, and it felt amazing. Clearly Lucy didn't feel the same way as she was getting fucked violently in both holes.    After a short while, I climaxed, shooting what seemed like bucketloads of hot cum into her raw passage. I slumped over her, and then relaxed. "Now we're even, bitch. You hurt me, I hurt you." Stepping back, I looked at the pool of cum, along with Lucy's ass and pussy juices, that had dripped onto the floor below her. "What a mess, " I smiled. "I guess you can help me out with one last thing, huh Lucy?" I released the shackles pinning her arms and legs to the wall, and she collapsed to the floor. "Be a good girl and clean up this mess, would you?" I shoved her head closer to the pool, and I guess she was too exhausted and shocked to refuse. She slowly knelt over, and began gingerly lapping at the puddle.ÂÂ
After what happened that evening, I never felt comfortable in front of those guys of our building. Whenever I walked by them, they use to have a very lewd smile on their faces. I knew that they wanted more of what they had that evening. I didn’t know what to do. I admitted to myself that I really liked the gangbang, but was not sure whether it would be a good idea to indulge in any future endeavor of similar kind.
So, I started complaining to Sam about how that place was too far from my work place and it would be much better if we could move in to some pla
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ce nearer to my office. As Sam always had the similar complain in the past, it was not hard for me to cajole him to take up the decision. And we moved out of that place, much to my relief.
Our new home was also an apartment complex, though the living room and dining area were a bit smaller, but I had no complains.
Another thing was really bothering me. In all our four years of marriage, we had never kept any secrets between us and I knew that I should tell Sam about what happened that evening. But, I was really not sure about how he’d react. I love him very much and was/am not ready to lose him at any cost. But, I decided that I’d tell him anyway and see what happens.
So, one night after dinner I decided to go ahead and chalked out a plan of action. We were relaxing in our living room and I went up to the TV set and played the movie, which I was watching THAT night. It features a woman with three men and the scenes were really hot. I moved into the sofa, where Sam was sitting, and sat close to his lap. I put a hand on his right thigh and run my tongue on his ear. I knew how that turns him on. He then placed both of his hands on my tits and squeezed them. A moan escaped my lips. I knew he was getting hot and making me the same.
He started talking dirty, “So, you like this movie very much, don’t you? Do you like the cocks of those guys?†I talked back to him, “Yes I like them. I like the way these guys are fucking her.†He took off my robe, which was the only thing I was wearing then. I returned the favor by taking off his T-shirt and trouser along with his shorts. His cock was already very hard and some pre-cum was leaking from it. I swooped down on his cock and lapped up the juice from the head, causing his cock to throb. He wanted me to take his cock in my mouth, but I wanted it to last and moved away, but kept my hand on his cock, stroking it lightly. He got frustrated and said, “So, you want to play dirty tonight, don’t you, Slut?†“Yesâ€Â, I answered. He continued his verbal assault, “Do you want to get fucked like that woman?†I knew that he didn’t mean what he was saying, but I was hoping otherwise. It would help me to bring up the subject. I said, “Yes, I want to get fucked like that, but I want you to watch me getting fucked like that.†He almost came when he heard that. I squeezed the base of his cock hard as not to allow him to come so fast.
I told that I wanted to feel his tongue on my pussy, and he obliged right away. He laid me down on the sofa on my back and went between my legs. He took a long look at my very wet pussy, as if he was seeing it for the very first time. Then he ran his tongue very slowly over my outer lips. He did that for some few more times. I wanted him to lick my clit, but he was avoiding it intentionally, making me buck my pussy up to his mouth. Not able to bear this sweet torture anymore, I shouted, “Please Honey, lick my clit. Please make me come with your tongue.†Sam was waiting for me to say those words. He put his tongue on my clit and started lapping at it with frenzy. He inserted two fingers in my pussy and found my G-spot and started playing some very hard games with it. This was too much for me. As he continued to lick my clit with fervor and finger fuck me, I went wild and came very hard on his fingers and mouth. He lapped up the juices from my cunt. He took one of his fingers, soaked with my juices, to his lips and licked it clean and brought the other finger to my lips and said, “Taste your own juice, you Slut!†I obliged as I lapped up the juices from his finger as if it were the last that I’d ever get.
He then spread my legs wider and positioned himself between my legs. He took his hard cock in his hand and started rubbing it along my slit. I knew he wanted to tease me to the point when I’d beg him to fuck me. Well, I was already to that point and I begged him, “Please fuck me with that hard cock. I want you to fuck me very hard and I want you to talk dirty to me.†He shoved his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust and I moaned out loud. He started to talk dirty to me, “I’ll fuck you like a whore tonight. I’ll fuck you like that woman. Do you want to get fucked like a whore?†I replied, “Yes, I want to get fucked like a whore. Fuck me like a whore. I want to get gangbanged and I want all the men to come all over me.†I said that and looked directly into Sam’s eyes to find out his reaction. He stopped for a moment and I thought that I’d lost it all. But, he immediately drove into my pussy more vigorously and I decided to go ahead with it. Then I said, “Sam, I want to tell you something, while you fuck me.†He looked at me with his lustful eyes and nodded yes, and slowed his pace a bit so as to enjoy the fuck for some more time.
Looking directly into his eyes, I blurted out everything that happened to me THAT evening. He didn’t say a single word while I spoke, but when I told him how they’d come all over my face, mouth and tits, he gave me one last hard thrust and came very hard in my pussy. I felt him spurt his hot sperm deep inside my womb. That drove me over the edge and I came bucking my ass trying to pull his cock deeper into my pussy.
When we’d finished coming, he didn’t take out his cock from my cunt. Instead, he looked me in the eye and asked me whether I was telling the truth. I told him that it really happened and I’d told him exactly what happened and apologized for not telling him before. I told him that I didn’t have the courage to tell him, though I wanted to. I couldn’t make out what was going on in his mind, but I felt that his cock had remained hard even after coming, which was not the case on previous occasions. He asked me in a very husky voice, “Smita, did you like it when they fucked you like that? Did you want them to fuck you like a whore that evening?†I said, “I’m sorry Sam. That evening I was so horny by watching the movie and you were not there. And I really needed to get fucked and when they came in and started it all I couldn’t or didn’t want them to stop. And yes, I liked it very much. And I’m sorry about that. But, I really love you very much and don’t want to lose you.†I felt his cock throb inside my pussy and I looked intently into his eyes.
He kissed me full on my mouth and when he withdrew he said, “Smita, I always wanted to see you fuck other men in real life. But, I didn’t know how you’d react. That’s why I never brought up that subject. And now that you’ve told me about all this, I want to make my fantasy come true. What do you think, will you do it again in front of me?†I couldn’t believe what was happening. I always thought that I’d lose Sam, if I told him about my experience, and there I was lying beneath my husband with his hard cock throbbing in my pussy and he was asking me to relive the experience for him to watch. I had to admit that the mere mention of those words made me wetter in my pussy and I bucked my ass up to take his cock deeper. He took the hint and started thrusting his cock into my pussy slowly again. He asked me again, “So, will you fuck other men in front of me?†I told him that I love him dearly and don’t want to do anything that would affect our love life. He took my face in his hands and told me that he loved me the same way and by doing it, won’t affect our love life a bit. He said, “After all, what has love to do with all this?†On hearing that I extended my hands grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them against me. As he drove his cock deeper, I said, “Yes, I’ll do it only if you are there and promise me to fuck me afterwards.†He asked me, “Is that a promise?†I said, “Yes, I’ll do it if you want it. I promise.†Both of us were getting too much hot by all the conversation that was going on. Sam increased his tempo and started fucking me with abandon and though that was his second time that night, I sensed that he was going to come very soon. I started bucking my ass up meeting his every thrust with that of mine allowing his cock to glide against my G-spot. He couldn’t hold on any more and came for the second time in my pussy. Feeling his hot cum in my womb brought me over the edge again and I came like a river and felt like I was in the seventh heaven. When we came back to earth, Sam took out his cock from my pussy, kissed me deeply and said that he loved me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Next morning both of us avoided the subject that we’d discussed the night before. As we left for work, he kissed me and I could see a wicked smile on his face but couldn’t understand it.
I was too busy at work and forgot the subject as a whole. Soon after lunch hour Sam called me and in a very deep voice said, “I found some clients for you, Whore.†I was stunned to hear that. Talking dirty, while having sex is one thing and talking dirty over phone at work and that too on such a subject was another thing. Sam never did that before and I thought that he was testing me and was just kidding. I asked him what he meant by that and whether he was serious. He said, yes and told me to be at home by 5:45. He’d also go home early. I couldn’t believe what he said and thought that he must be kidding, and assured myself by thinking that he couldn’t have arranged all that in such a small time. But, I decided to play by Sam’s lines and made a note to reach home early.
I couldn’t concentrate on my work, as Sam’s words kept coming back to my mind, “I found some clients for you, Whore.†I looked at the watch every ten minute and waited anxiously to go home and find out what Sam was up to. But, I had to admit to myself that the thought of being fucked by other men in front of my husband was making me quite hot as I felt my panties getting soaked from the wetness from my pussy.
I reached home at 5:40 that evening and found Sam’s car at the apartment parking lot. I went inside our apartment to found that Sam was relaxing on the sofa of our living room and having a beer. He got up, when he saw me, took me in his arms and kissed me. As we broke off from the kiss I gave a questioning look and asked him what was the phone call all about. He in turn took me in his arms and asked me whether I was really ready to fulfill his fantasy. I dropped my eyes and gave him a nod. He then told me about these three men we met at one of Sam’s office parties. I couldn’t remember them though. They were from a different company, with whom he was negotiating for a deal for sometime. He went on saying that he knew from the very moment those guys met me, at that party, they wanted to fuck me. He told me that the guys couldn’t take their eyes off me and that evening and they had complimented about me when they met Sam later. He added that these guys were really driving him nuts as he wanted to close the deal as soon as possible and they were taking their own sweet time.
Se said, “I met them again this morning. And I decided that as I want this contract very badly, I’d offer them some incentive from my end to close the deal. Well Honey, the incentive that I’m going to offer them is YOU. And I told them quite as the same.†Sam told me that at first the guys didn’t believe him, and asked whether I was up to it. He told them that he’d speak to me about it and had asked them to come to our home for dinner at seven. He asked me, “Well Honey, what do you think? Will you do it?†I looked at him and asked, “Do you really want me to do this? Are you sure watching me getting fucked by other men won’t affect our love life?†He said, “Yes I want it and I know you want it as much as I do. And Honey, trust me, I’m going to love you the same as I do now, maybe even more as you’ll be actually doing me a favor, helping me to get the contract.†He waited for my answer. I replied, “Well, if you want this and remember your promise to fuck me afterwards, I’ll do it.†That was all he wanted to hear. He told me to take a shower and to dress for the occasion and gave me a broad smile.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I needed some time alone. I asked myself whether I was really ready for it. But, I remembered how horny I felt on the other evening when I got gangbanged and when Sam mentioned about his fantasy the night before. I knew I wanted it to happen as much as Sam. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water take away all the strain. As I dried off in front of the bathroom mirror, I tried to decide upon what to wear. At last I decided to wear a red evening dress that Sam had bought me a few weeks back.
As I went into our bedroom and took out the dress and laid it down on the bed, Sam knocked and announced that the guys had already come. I opened the drawer, where I keep my lingerie. I took out a black G-String panty, knowing that I won’t be able to wear any bra with the dress I chose. The dress had only two strings as shoulder straps. That doesn’t offer any option of wearing a bra with the dress, not that I need a bra, having a pair of very firm tits. I wore the panty and slipped the dress on me. The dress was of a silky material and clung to my body like a second skin. I looked myself in the mirror and liked the reflection. As the dress was cut low both in front and back it showed off much of my skin and I can clearly see much of my cleavage at the reflection. This made me think about how my looks were going to affect the guys when they see me. That thought made my nipples get hard and I could clearly make out their forms through the thin material of the dress. I turned around and checked the back of the dress. Sam always told me that I have a ‘Bubble-Butt’ and always gave me compliments about it and how it always gave him hard-ons whenever he looked at it. I looked at my ass and saw the material stick to my firm round ass tightly without showing any panty-line. The dress had a slit along the left side that went up to above my mid-thigh almost to my waist, showing my leg. I knew that the guys would be able to see my bare legs very well. I applied some make-up on my face, which completed my ‘fuck-me’ look. I knew that I’d be carrying a ‘fuck-me’ look, but remembered that Sam meant just that when he told me to ‘dress for the occasion’. When I thought that I’d done enough with my make-up I prepared myself to go outside. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, opened the door and went into our living room.
The guys were sitting on the sofa chatting with Sam and having beers. As soon as I entered the room all of them had their eyes fixed on me. I felt like I was a snake charmer and as if they were the snakes. I recognized the guys. Sam again introduced us and I remembered their names as Alex, Philip and Andy. Alex was the oldest of them, and I figured that he might be around forty as the other two would be around thirty-seven. They got up and greeted me. As I looked at them, they looked back at me with lustful eyes. Sam announced that dinner was ready and that they were waiting for me. So, we moved into our dining room. I sat next to Alex and Andy while Philip and Sam sat opposite to me. During dinner I felt their lustful eyes travel to my cleavage as we had some small talks. Alex was staring at my almost bare left leg, which was showing as the slit in the dress had left my leg exposed. I gave a quick gaze to Alex’s lap and as expected found a big bulge in his pants. We finished our dinner and Sam asked me to help him clear the dishes and told the others that dessert would be served soon. The guys went back to our living room as Sam and me cleared the dishes.
When we were alone at the kitchen, Sam asked me, “So, are you ready to offer yourself as dessert?†I looked him in the eye and asked back, “Do you really want me to do this?†He took my hand and placed it on his pants and I felt a very hard cock there. I got my answer. Sam was still waiting for my answer. So, I stepped back, spread my legs a bit, allowing the dress to part showing my bare leg. I let my left hand to go inside the dress between my legs. I parted the panty to one side and inserted two fingers into my already very wet pussy. As I took out the fingers from my cunt, I adjusted my panty, and brought the fingers in full view of Sam. He saw my fingers covered in my pussy juices. I then placed the fingers on my lips and licked them clean. Sam had his answer. He told me that he was going back into the living room and told me to join them in ten minutes.
I went back to our bedroom and applied some more lipstick to my already red lips and checked myself in the mirror. I checked out the watch and went back into the living room. I entered the room and sat next to Sam. Sam got up from his seat, pulled me up and made me stand in the middle of the room. He then went behind me held me lightly from behind and then said in a very ceremonious voice, “Well guys, here is your dessert for the evening. I’m offering you my wife for all of you to enjoy.†I was stunned by this development. I never thought that Sam would offer me, his wife, so lewdly to these very horny guys right in our living room. I couldn’t believe that Sam was able to act so lewdly. But another part of me liked the way I was being treated like a real whore and that instantly made my nipples get hard. Alex took charge of the conversation from the other end. He asked Sam, “Well, what do you mean by for us to enjoy? Please elaborate on that.†They were actually negotiating over me like they negotiate any other business. I couldn’t believe my ears. Sam answered them by saying that by ‘enjoyment’ he meant that they could fuck me. Having said that word, I felt myself cross the last border of no return. Sam said that without showing any emotions in his voice but I felt his hard cock press against my ass. I tried to stay still as my inner-self wanted to push my ass back on his cock. While all these conversations were going on, I couldn’t look at the guys and kept my gaze fixed on the floor as I felt myself trembling. I shot a quick look at the guys and found out that all of them had developed big bulges in their pants. I realized that my nipples were fully erect by then and were proudly announcing their state of arousal through the thin material. My panty had become fully soaked with my pussy juices.
With a short pause Alex continued the conversation. He asked Sam what he’d expect in return. Sam told him that as he was giving them a very good incentive, he wanted them to close the deal, which he was trying to get for so long. Alex answered, “Well Sam, you can have that contract but as per today, both of you and your wife would have to play as per our rules, and would have to do anything and everything we ask for. And we will call all the shots. Once agreed you cannot say ‘no’ until we are fully done. Are you two ready for that?†Sam ran his hands over my flat belly and I pushed back on his cock. Sam took it as my consent and said, “Yes, you can fuck her and use her as your whore for tonight.â€Â
With that Alex got up from his seat joined by the other two men and came in front of me. He told Sam to step back and that from now on he and his friends would take the charge. Sam stepped back and went over to the sofa and took a seat, keeping his eyes glued to the action at the middle. As the guys approached me, I felt my knees go jelly and went beet-red in embarrassment. Alex stood directly in front of me and held my chin and moved my face up so that I was facing him, though my gaze was fixed directly onto the floor. I was breathing very fast. He then spoke, “How do you feel to be our whore for the night and that too, when your pimp husband offered your sluttish services to us?†I didn’t know what to say and kept mum as I felt all of them feeling me up all over my body. Philip had moved behind me and started rubbing his hard cock against the crack of my ass. Alex held up my chin and brought his mouth over mine as he started kissing me, forcing his hot tongue inside my mouth. At first I tried to resist his tongue, but as soon as I felt Andy put a hand to my right tit and gently squeeze on the nipple, a moan escaped my lips allowing Alex’s tongue to get inside my mouth as it started wrestling with my own tongue.
I tried to take a grasp of the total situation. There, I was standing in the middle of our living room on the verge of getting fully naked in front of these three very horny guys, while my husband was watching the show. Pictures of my previous gangbang experience came back to me as I started wiggling my ass on Philip’s hard cock. Andy and Alex had each a handful of my tits and they were mauling them, tweaking my nipples, rolling the nipples between their thumb and forefingers, through the thin material of my dress. I felt myself having a mini-orgasm and moaned into Alex’s mouth. That was the first of the many orgasms that I received that night. Alex then broke off the kiss and looked me straight in the eyes and told me that now they are going to make me totally naked and asked me, “How will you like to be fully naked in front of us? Tell us, do you want us to treat you like a whore?†I just looked back at him and licked my lips. He looked at the other guys and told them that it was time that they should make the slut naked. They all laughed at his comment. Very slowly, Philip removed the strings of the dress from my shoulders and pushed the dress down, exposing my bare skin inch by inch. As soon the dress was below my tits exposing two full firm tits for them to see, I felt the hunger in their eyes exaggerate. I expected them to touch my bare tits then, but instead they waited for the dress to be fully removed from my body. Andy pushed the dress even further, until it was below my waistline showing the G-String, which was very evidently showing the wetness through it. Andy didn’t stop a bit and he completely removed the dress as I stepped out of it. They asked me to turn around. I did as I was told as they devoured the voluptuous naked woman standing in front of them in only her black G-String, while her husband looked on.
Alex stepped in front of me and asked me whether I was ready to do anything they say. By that time I had shed my inhibitions and answered him, yes, looking straight into his eyes. He liked my boldness and asked me to remove their clothes, one by one. I reached up for the buttons of his shirt, but he stopped me. He said, “Your husband, first.†Till then I thought that they wanted Sam to be only a viewer. I liked the idea of removing my husband’s clothes in front of these guys. I went up to Sam as he stood up and kissed him on the mouth and removed his shirt and trouser. When he was in his shorts, I looked back at Alex and gave him a questioning look. He told me to completely remove ALL the clothes. I then reached for Sam’s hard cock and gave it a squeeze through his shorts before pulling the shorts off, completely. As Sam stepped out of them, I looked at his hard cock drooling pre-cum. I wanted to taste it, but decided otherwise. Alex told Sam that he couldn’t touch his cock or do anything until told to, and that he should watch the show from his seat for the time being.
I went back to Alex and again he stopped me and told me that he wanted to be the last one. I faced Andy and undid the buttons of his shirt and he helped me take it off. Then I went down on my knees and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper and let his trouser drop to his ankles. As he stepped out of them I sat there facing him wearing only his shorts. His cock was leaking pre-cum onto the material of his shorts and that was clearly showing. I placed both of my hands to the either side of the waistband of his shorts and in one swift movement pulled them down to his ankles. I looked in awe at another man’s hard cock, while being almost naked myself with my husband watching me act like a whore with his business associates.
I removed both Philip and Alex’s clothes similarly. When all of them were fully naked, I lustfully looked at their cocks and felt happy realizing that their cocks were quite big and imagined myself being fucked by them. Philip told me to go down on my knees and suck their cocks. I did as I was told. I went down on my knees and all three of them moved in closer. All of them were already fully hard by then and I took Alex’s cock in my trembling hand and gently started stroking. A drop of pre-cum escaped from his piss slit and I ran my tongue to taste it. After tasting it and upon liking his musky smell I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started sucking on it. Slowly, I engulfed more of his cock with my mouth. I felt Alex starting to thrust into my mouth, and I reached around to hold on to the two other cocks with both my hands. The scene at the middle must have been too erotic, as Sam had started touching his cock, stroking it lightly. But Andy spotted that and told him to remove his hand from his cock. Sam did as he was told with an agonizing look on his face. The guys took turns feeding me their hard cocks as I devoured the taste of their cocks in my mouth occasionally running my tongue to their balls and lapping them.
After a while they pulled me onto my feet and in one swift move took off my fully drenched panty and threw it towards Sam. It landed on Sam’s lap. Andy sat on his knees and asked me to spread my legs wider. I realized what he was going to do and spread my legs in anticipation. Andy ran his fingers over my bald pussy, then ran his tongue along my pussy slit. As I felt him do so, I bucked my ass forward to feel more of his tongue on my pussy. I heard Sam say, “She loves to get her pussy and asshole licked at the same time.†With a very lewd smile on his face Alex asked Philip to give me what I wanted. I felt Philip go down on his knees behind me. They asked me to put my left foot on the armrest of the sofa allowing them better access to my pussy and ass at the same time. I felt my orgasm build-up as both Andy and Philip went berserk licking and sucking on my pussy and asshole. I started moving my ass to and fro urging them both to eat my pussy and asshole all the more. Alex took my right nipple into his mouth and started sucking on them and at the same time I felt Andy suck my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue on it with frenzy. I came right then all over Andy’s face. I must have had come for minutes, but when I calmed down Andy stood up, grabbed my hair and kissed me full on the mouth. I tasted my own juices on his mouth.
Alex said, “Ok guys, enough of priming. I need to fuck this whore now. Let’s take her to her bedroom. We are going to fuck this whore in her own bedroom.†He asked Sam to follow them and they literally carried me to our bedroom. Thinking of getting fucked by these guys on our bedroom added thrill to the act. Upon entering the room, Alex told Sam to sit in the chair facing the bed and watch them fuck her slut-wife like a real whore. They laid me down on the bed on my back as all three of them climbed onto the bed with me. Alex moved in between my legs and asked me, “Tell us Whore, do you want us to fuck you like a slut in front of your husband? Tell us what you want.†I was gone past the point of any shyness and answered back, “Yes, I want all three of you to fuck me like a whore in front of my husband. I want all of you to come all over me and in my pussy.â€Â
Without any further ceremony, Alex took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed it on my wet pussy and then placed it in front of my fuck-hole just touching the rim. He turned his head and asked Sam, “Are you ready to watch your wife getting fucked by us? Look how she’s begging to be fucked by us. And don’t forget not to touch your own cock. The show is just beginning.†Sam answered in a very husky voice, “Yes, go ahead. Fuck that whore. She had once enjoyed being gangbanged. Now I want her to become a total whore and get fucked by all of you. Fill her with your cum.â€Â
Upon hearing that Alex didn’t wait for a second. He drove the full length of his cock in one quick thrust as I felt his cock rub against my G-spot. I moaned out loud. Alex held both my legs and brought them up allowing his cock to delve deeper into my pussy. Andy and Philip positioned themselves on both sides of my head and each took one of my hands and placed them on their cocks. I held on to their hard cocks and brought Andy’s cock closer, turned my head and took his cock into my mouth, while stroked Philip’s cock with the other hand. Philip turned his head towards Sam and said, “Do you like how we are fucking your horny wife? Tell her what you see.†I heard Sam’s voice. “Honey, Alex is fucking you so hard. I can see from here how your tight, wet pussy is forming a ‘O’ and taking in his cock. I want all of them to fill your pussy with their cum.â€Â
I took out Andy’s cock from my mouth and looked at Sam. He was sitting there on the chair with his hard cock sticking out. As our eyes met I saw that he had that mesmerized look on his eyes as he watched me getting fucked. Looked back at Alex and he asked me to tell Sam how they are fucking me. I turned my head towards Sam again and told him that I really liked the way Alex is fucking my pussy with his fat cock. I told him that I’d never been stretched like that before.
I continued to suck and stroke Andy’s and Philip’s cock in turn. Alex started to give me those long deep thrusts that are so dear to any woman and alternatively rotated his ass as his cock reached the inner depths of my pussy. He told me that I had the tightest pussy that he had ever fucked. On hearing that he I tightened my grip on his cock with my inner pussy lips. He immediately started shouting, “That’s it slut, hold my cock with your pussy. Oh God! I’m going to come.†On hearing that, I started raising my ass to meet his every thrust. I wanted him to come inside my pussy as much as he wanted to. He asked me, “Where do you want me to come, Whore, on your face or in your pussy?†I told him that I wanted him to come inside my pussy. He started thrusting his cock even harder. He told me that after he comes in my pussy, he’d make Sam lick his cum from my pussy. I looked into his eyes and hearing those words and visualizing my husband licking another man’s cum from my freshly fucked pussy made me had a multiple orgasm and I lost count of how many I had. As soon as my orgasmic bliss subsided, I felt Alex tense and drove in his cock deep inside my pussy one last time and held it still there and started spurting his hot sticky cum in my pussy. He shouted, “I’m coming. Take it whore, take all my cum.†I increased my grip on his cock as I tried to drain out his cock of every drop of cum. Feeling him deposit his cum inside me made me orgasm one more time.
After Alex had finished coming, he took out his semi erect cock from my pussy and sat back and looked at Sam. Sam had heard Alex when he told me what he wanted Sam to do. He told Sam that if he wanted that contract he’d have to do whatever they wanted. He told him to get his ass up on the bed and lick his cum from his own wife’s pussy. And not only that, whenever any one of them would come on me Sam had to lick their cum from me. The mere thought of the act was making me want Sam to do it. Alex turned to me and told me to ask Sam to do it. I looked at my husband and saw how hot he’d become. His cock was throbbing from watching all the action. I said, “You horny bastard! Look what you’ve done to me. You’ve turned your own wife into a whore. Now that Alex had fucked me like a slut, come here and lick all his cum from my pussy.†I also repeated what Alex said and told him that he’d have to do the same whenever any one of them comes.
I didn’t know whether on hearing I talking dirty like that or he really wanted to do it. He got up from where he was sitting and walked to the bed. His cock was sticking out like a pole before him. He climbed onto the bed as I spread my legs wide for him. Sam knelt between my legs and brought his face close to my pussy. He waited there for a few seconds looking at the pussy that he’d licked and had fucked so many times. But then, it was different. It was the same pussy of his wife, but it was just been fucked by another man and he could clearly see the trails of white cum leaking from my freshly fucked gaping pussy. At first he ran his tongue along the slit. I could make out that he must had tasted the cum. He waited again before driving his tongue deep inside my pussy devouring the taste of another man’s sperm from his wife’s pussy. I used my inner pussy muscles to squeeze out more cum onto his tongue and he went on licking it up. When he had finished, he sat up and licked his lips and I could clearly see that some white cum on his lips. Just by watching another man’s cum on my husbands lips gave me another orgasm.
Andy told Sam to move back and took his position between my legs. He didn’t waste anytime as he drove his hard cock inside my pussy. His cock was not as fat as Alex’s but was longer and his cock touched the inner depths of my pussy where it had never been touched before. I laid there stoking Philip’s cock and was urging Andy to fuck me harder and faster with my filthy words. I told him that I would ask Sam to eat his cum too, from my pussy. But, Andy had other plans. He took out his cock from my pussy and flipped me over on my stomach like a rag doll. He told Sam that now he was going to fuck his wife in the asshole. I had been fucked in the ass before, but getting fucked that night was certainly different. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I thought that if I could make Andy come in my ass then I would be able to cajole Sam to lick his cum from my asshole too, now that he had already done that from my pussy, I hoped Sam would do that too. But, before Andy could insert his cock in my ass, Philip asked Andy that he wanted to give me a double fuck. The mere mention of ‘double-fuck’ brought back memories of my first gangbang. Without waiting for my consent, Philip laid down on the bed on his back. I was instructed to climb on top of Philip and ease down on his hard cock. I straddled Philip, placing my legs on both sides of his waist and sat down. Philip’s cock was sticking upwards, I took it in my hand and guided it at the entrance of my fuck hole. I took the entire length of his shaft in one quick downward motion. I slowly started fucking him like a pro as I felt Andy move in behind me. He held on to my shoulder and told me to be still. He then asked Philip to take out his cock from my pussy and he inserted his two fingers in my gushing hole and took out some mixed juice to lubricate my asshole and his cock. Philip again placed his cock at my entrance and gave an upward thrust burying himself deep in my pussy. I lay down on Philip’s chest giving more room to Andy to put his cock in my ass. Slowly, but surely he started pushing his cock into my asshole. After a few strokes he had his cock buried in my ass as I felt his balls slap on my ass and I felt full of cocks. It was a wonderful feeling to have two hard cocks buried deep inside me, one in my pussy and another in my ass, separated by only the thin membrane separating my pussy and ass. They picked up a rhythm between themselves as they went on filling my both holes. I looked at Sam. He was still not allowed to touch his cock and pre-cum was oozing out from his cock forming a trail of it between the head of his cock and his thighs. I asked him whether he liked what he saw. He told me that I was proving myself like a real whore. I started using both my ass and pussy muscles to squeeze both the guys’ cocks. Andy was already grunting and I knew that he’d come very soon and I increased my grip on their cocks. Andy held on to my ass and gave three super hard thrusts and came in my ass. Feeling him come inside my ass made me come again. I really didn’t know how many more times I would come that night before they’d call it a night. As soon as Andy withdrew his cock from my ass, Alex told Sam that he should know what they wanted him to do then. This time without any hesitation or my urging Sam move in behind me between Philip’s legs and looked at his wife’s asshole waiting for him to lick up the cum that had just been deposited there by another man. Philip was still fucking me from beneath. Sam looked closely at Philips cock fucking his wife’s well used pussy and started lapping Andy’s cum from my asshole. I was riding onto Philips cock like a bronco and that was making hard for Sam to concentrate on my asshole and accidentally he licked Philip’s cock and his balls. Philip felt that too and shouted, “Look Bitch! Your husband is licking my cock and balls, while I’m fucking you.†I came again. Philip took out his cock from my pussy made me sit in front of him on my knees on the bed as he stood over me he told me to open my mouth and soon he shot his cum all over my face, mouth and lips. I devoured the taste of his cum. As I brought my fingers to my face to wipe out the cum, Alex stopped me and told me to lie down on my back on the bed. He had already got another hard-on and was stroking it.
He then told Sam that he could now fuck me in front of them. A certain sigh of relief showed on Sam’s face and without wasting any more time he climbed between my legs and drove his hard cock deep inside my pussy. He suddenly realized that my face was still covered with Philip’s cum and he could smell the strong musky smell as his face was only a few millimeters above my face. I knew that he would not last very long. I said, “Come on Honey! Lick Philips cum from my face, taste it as you fuck your well used wife.†He looked into my eyes and started lapping up the cum from my face and lips. Alex had moved in very close to my head and was stoking his cock very fast. Sam looked at his cock and immediately Alex started to come and sprayed all his cum all over my face. I tried to catch as much of his cum in my mouth, but still my full face was covered with it. Sam didn’t wait this time as he lapped up the cum with hunger and brought his cum-dripping tongue into my open mouth. I lapped up the cum from his tongue. I always liked the taste of hot cum in my mouth, but tasting another man’s cum from my own husband’s tongue was literally too much for me. I sucked on his cum covered lips and tongue like berserk. That was all he could stand and started to come deep inside my pussy. I extended my hands to grip his tight ass and pulled them against me hard and came for the final time that night. We were both panting for a long time and when we calmed down, they guys had already dressed. Alex told Sam that he certainly deserve the contract and would finalize all the final details of the deal in their next meeting. They left us there on our bedroom drenched in cum and sweat.
After they left I told Sam that I loved him and he said that he loved me too and that everything would be just fine. He asked me whether I liked it. I told him that I really liked it very much and told him that I had enjoyed this gangbang better than the previous one. I thought that it was because he was present there and he participated. We didn’t even bothered to take shower and went to sleep in each other’s arms.
My name is Jayna and this is my story. I had a charmed childhood. We lived in a small village and although we weren’t part of the court we had everything we needed. My father raised horses and my mother was a seamstress. Father was away most of the time peddling Mother’s garments. We had a small piece of land where we grew what we needed and raised enough animals to sustain ourselves. My father’s horses were the best in the Kingdom. All the nobility came to us for their horses. I was an expert rider nearly before I could walk. My brother was only 2 years older than me and we were good friends. My days were spent looking after the land and helping my mother with her work as well as tending to the horse
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s. When we had free time my brother and I would play in the nearby forest.
I remember asking my father one night why I had the crescent marking on my right hand. He said it was part of our family’s tradition. All the men born in his line had a sun- a symbol of our family. He told me the story of my ancestors. They were as different as day and night. Their families were at war with each other. They fell in love and married ending the feud. So, it had become tradition to mark the men with suns and women with moons to symbolize that night and day can come together. He said that’s why sunrise and sunset were so beautiful. Because night and day are opposites but compliment each other perfectly. He was much better at telling the story but to this day I stop at sunset and think of my father.
The day my life changed started out like any other. I tended to my chores with Jason, my brother and afterward we went scavenging in the woods for berries. We were laughing and playing when we heard the screams coming from the village. It had always been a small, peaceful village and the only time you could hear sounds from our valley was when there was a celebration. We ran back to see our village in shambles. People were running around like crazy. The houses were on fire and Dad’s horses were trying to break through the fences to get away from the flames of our house. Jason grabbed my arm and told me to stay with him as he crouched behind some bushes. We hid there for a while and then I saw Ella. She was bundled up in the middle of the road. Maria, her mother, lay dead in front of her. With all the commotion coming from the village I could still hear Ella crying. The blankets she was wrapped in wiggling as her young body fought to wake her dead mother.
I couldn’t sit by any longer. I was only eight years old but I knew that no one was going to save that poor little girl and the invading soldiers had already come dangerously close to trampling her several times. I whispered to Jason that I’d be right back and ran down the hill into the village. I hid between a burning house and some bags of grain as I tried to find a time to dart between soldiers and villagers and pick up the crying child. I turned to run back to my hiding place and there stood the largest man I had ever seen in my life. He grabbed me as I held Ella protectively and dragged us to the goat’s pen where they were gathering the villagers. Once they had searched the rest of the village for valuables they began to divide us. Young men, old men, young women, and old women. I looked everywhere for my mother but couldn’t find her. They took the old men and women and locked them in the flaming town meeting house and made the rest of us listen as the screams grew in a frantic cry and then died out as our loved ones died.
Next the soldiers took the young men and tied them together and marched them out of town. With everyone gone but the young women the soldiers turned on us with grins. They took the thin ones with large breasts first. Pulling them aside and ripping off their clothes. The leaders of the group walked up and down the line choosing the ones they preferred. They bent them over and began forcing themselves inside the women. I’ll never forget the screams and looks on their faces as they were raped. I was young at the time and didn’t completely understand what was going on. But I knew that they were doing terrible things to my friends and neighbors.
Out of all the women abused that day I remember Tanna the most. She had always been the prettiest girl in the village. One soldier made her suck on his member. At first she refused but he slapped her and she opened her mouth for him. At the time I didn’t understand why a man would want to put himself in a woman’s mouth. I’ll never forget the evil grin that crossed his face as she took him in her mouth. Or the moans that escaped his lips…they were the most awful sound I ever heard.
Tanna was crying by the time he removed himself from her and her tears were streaking down her soot and dirt smudged face and breasts as he stepped behind her. She turned and grabbed at him begging him not to do what he had planned next but he hit her again and as she fell he grabbed her hips and turned her so she was on all fours in front of him. With one thrust he pushed himself inside her and she screamed in pain, clawing at the ground to get away from him. He grunted and groaned as he pulled against her burying himself in her. After a few minutes he threw his head back and gave a few hard thrusts before he removed himself and called another soldier over. The next soldier placed himself behind her and used her in the same way. This went on with each soldier signaling to another when he finished. At one point Tanna passed out but the men kept using her. Then she was revived with a bucket of water and the first man took another turn with her.
I stared around me as most of the women in the village were used in this way. Some taking two men into themselves at a time. Alane, a nice girl who had always been shunned by the village was the only one not crying. I remembered my mother saying she was unpure. I wondered if that had something to do with it. I watched as she smiled as the men took her. She bucked and undulated against them. Smiling as their fluid filled and covered her. I couldn’t understand why she was so happy. The men were lining up to use her. She would place one in her mouth and the man would moan as he grabbed her head and forced himself deep in her mouth. She would greedily grab his rear in an effort to force him deeper. At one point I was shocked to see that she was on top of one man while another was behind her and another had himself in her mouth. She was holding the penises of two other men in her hands pulling on them while she moaned.
This went on for what seemed like hours. I would occasionally look into the forest for Jason but I couldn’t see him. I hoped with all my heart that he had escaped. I also looked for my mother who was nowhere to be found.
When the soldiers were finished they rested and drank and ate. Once they had their strength back they tied us up and made us follow them while they rode on horseback. As we marched out of the village I saw my mother’s body laying in front of our burning house. My poor mother!
Sometimes they would stop at a river and let us drink. Other times they would give us each a small piece of bread. Other resting spots were just an opportunity for the men to use the women again. This went on for days. Finally we crossed the border into Lalicland. I knew where we were because my father had taken me there once.
After another day’s walk we got to a busy city. We were made to bathe in the river and were not allowed to dress as we were walked back into the center of town. There were the Laliclanders crowded around a small stage. We were marched up one by one as people bid on us. My mind shut down as I realized what was to become of us. We were being sold as slaves. I thought back to my happy life in my small village. I wondered why I hadn’t just stayed with my brother up in the hills under the cover of the forest.
Just then Ella grabbed my leg, bringing me back to the present. I looked down at those blue eyes and I realized that I had made the only choice I could. Ella and I were placed on the stage together. We were sold to a handsome man. He was rough and mean looking but I imagined to myself that perhaps he could be kind if we were good slaves.
We were dragged off the stage and I watched as the man exchanged money for us. It looked like a lot but I was unfamiliar with Lalicland currency. He grabbed us by the ropes around our wrists and dragged us out of the square. Ella looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Mama, where are we going now?"
I was too young to know how to explain this to a child barely younger than myself so I told her we were going to our new home. I was too startled to correct her calling me "mama". And when it finally sunk in I figured she had been through so much I didn’t want to confuse her any further. We followed the man who purchased us to a cart. He allowed us to ride on the back and I began to think that maybe he would be a kind owner.
The flight was long, boring as are most long flights, and now during the long flight the lights are dimmed and most people are ignoring the movie and trying to sleep you among them, but is eluding you. Thankfully the seats next to you are empty and you cuddle against the window pulling your jacket over you like a comforter and slowly the hours pass amid the low level noises of other passengers and the hum of the big jet engines, when suddenly it is time to land and go through customs.
Customs, you haven’t filled out your forms expecting to have time and now you rush through them hoping it won’t take too long and manage to scribble all the answers in the blanks hesitating once over the purpose for the trip. Do I dare say, “having Thomas fuck me?†You po
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nder to yourself and then grinning to yourself you write, “pleasure†on the form.
The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.
“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?â€Â
“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.â€Â
"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,†she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.â€Â
20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.
“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."
“Everything?â€Â
“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.†She smiled reassuringly.
You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.
“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.â€Â
“Do I have to be tied up?â€Â
“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.
You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.
She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!†She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.
She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.
Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.
It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.
Being your average teenager it never quite occured to me why I liked the idea of rape. Why I logged onto my home computer late at night when everyone else in the house was sleeping and proceeded to print off pages of rape stories to fuel my interest. Why I always stared at any male who dared to enter my household, in such a way that I was inviting him to abuse me. Hoping someone would inappropriately grab my thigh, hush me down and savagely finger my pussy with everyone just in the next room.
I seriously got off on it. The idea of being raped turned me on, being helpless and under someones complete control for them to call me their fuck slut and cum on my face, open me up and humiliate me. That what really got me wet.
My comb strokes through my dark hair as my hair bounces and glistens. The reflection of me staring into the mirror a black bra and black panties pulling tight against my pussy. Looking at the outline of my pussy was turning me on. my curvy frame reflected in the mirror like an hour glass i was shaped and ironicly time really was running out for how long my fantasy would take to be acted out.
I slid on my delicate silk red top and a pair of black denim jeans. Jogging downstairs to meet my father who was taking me to his friends house. In the car journey my father and I barely spoke I was too busy thinking about whether this would be the friend of dad's to take advantage or whether this would again be a teasing dissappointment. I was determined to pull all the right signals of being a desperate little whore. We arrived at our destination, walking up the pathway to the red door which screamed politics, I was feeling slightly disheartened this was obviously a law obiding citizen with no intention of taking advantage of any situation.
We entered the house everyone waiting inside, I slump down into the patent sofas feeling hidiously uncomfortable and bored my father is quickly whisked away, bussiness talk of corse. More like an excuse to top up on your drinking habits. Suddently the door creeked and entered a tall man around early thirtys, his shoulders broad and smile mischievious. His arms strong and hands big, his eyes full of earnest but twinkled with deception. I took off my coat, "would you like a drink?" he softley whispered "sure what you got?".... he hesitated "errr whiskey or hum....... whiskey?" I smiled "Guess it will have to be whiskey then, on the rocks please."
The stranger handed me my drink without a word and proceeded to sit opposite me smiling again and glancing at my thighs and shoulders each time moving closer with his eyes to my assets. I felt like he was stripping with his eyes and I felt my pussy give in to this intrusion, I wouldn't complain I loved it, I leaned over baring more of my volumptious assets, till all of a sudden a crash and a bang next door.... The stranger ran to see what was going on.. I felt flustered and embarassed, had I been over the top? was my desperate act screaming more take advantage or more I'm a slapper?
He came back in "Your father has just passed out" he chuckled nervously "typical!" I exclaimed "I am suppost to inform you that your staying here tonight and your room is the first left on the landing, however although everyone else is retiring, I was kinda hoping you would stay for a couple more drinks maybe?" .... I smiled the advantage taking had begun he knew I wasn't a day over 15 sure I was well developed but he knew but who was he i inquired "who are you?" he jerked in his seat "I'm your dad's friend's brother!" and with that he moved and sat closer to me.
Shocked I watched him smile at me, the look in his eyes changing from care to heated lust. He grabbed my thigh about five inches down from my crutch, I started to breath heavily and stare frightened into his eyes. He grabbed my hip and pulled me to him forcing his mouth on mine, I shocked didn't have time to respond, He began clawing at my top ripping it open exposing my tight rounded breasts tearing into my bra to reveal my budding nipples all erect. He pulled at my jeans and yanked them off leaving me in just a pair of white cotton panties he ran his finger up the line of my pussy lips.
Up and down pushing harder when close to my clit and then softer, he spread my legs wide, and put his face to my panties inhalling my pussy aroma then he pulled them to one side and opened me up. He smirked then got up and left the room.... I lay where he had left me... suddenly i didn't feel so cut out for this and was beginning to gather my clothes when...
The door swung open five men as well as the stranger all hench and in their mid -late thirties marched in and one giggling at my naked state 'shes a beaut alright clive' he was talking to the stranger who was now holding a video camera , I watched as the six men including stranger approached me, Two grabbing at my arms two grabbing at my legs and dragging me next door where a bed surrounded by lights was layed out for me. They began to strap me to the bed ripping off my white panties in the process and gagging me with them.
The stranger brought the camera right to my shaven pussy as another man held my pussy lips apart and slid one finger in on each que.
I was being humiliated and whats worse by six people and they were recording it. He slid a finger in my pussy and I felt pain of being opened and his huge finger sliding in then out, he rubbed on my clit which is incredibly sensetive I pulled at the cuffs holding my feet spread apart to stop him rubbing my clit, it hurt I was too sensetive I started thrashing wildly on the bed in pain, the stranger filmed me thrashing aorund then two men threatened me that if I screamed again or tried to run my father would pay the price for my disobedience.
They untied me and told me to get on all fours, face in the pillow as they got the camera between my legs for a good pussy shot, then the stranger too got naked and walked towards me and slid a finger in me from behind, harder and faster inserting more fingers filling me up, I start to feel a weird sensation like im about wee but i'm not its different he pulls his fingers out and straight after a clear liquid squirts out of me, I stay bent over feeling wet running down my inner thighs I hear him yell 'she's ready for penetration' he pulls my hair while gently placing the head of his cock at my pussy...
Then he slams into me while yanking my hair back and wacking my arse the insertion was shudderingly painful he kept fucking and fucking me stretching open my tight little pussy, slapping my arse and caling me a tight little slut, he held the tops of my shoulders then my hips really driving his cock into me thrust after deep thrust the camera filming his savage raping of me and filming my wet cunt soaking him in my juices just before he cums he pulls out and again pulls at my hair while shoving his fingers deep inside me coating them in my pussy juices then rubbing them on my asshole before positioning himself at my arse and beginning to slowly screw his way into my ass, one guy is holding my mouth as he is pushing deeper and deeper till finally he has stretched me open in both holes and he beggins fucking my ass pulling on my hair.
Anoter man hands him somethin and it looked like a huge big ben vibrator, the stranger grabs it and persists in shovving a big ben vibrator deep into my pussy ripping it apart, until he begins to feel his balls tightening and I feel my ass gripping him he begins to thrust deeper and deeper into me slamming his balls against my pussy as he drives his last strokes into my ass before stream after stream of cum is emptied into my ass as he pulls out the camera zooms on my ass hole dripping with cum.
Anna got up in the morning like usually. Barely awake, with her eyes close and in her pajamas she walked into her bathroom straight into the shower, dropping her clothes on the way. Cold shower refreshed her and helped her wake up. Anna smoothly spread the shower gel all over her body, and washed it off.
As she was wiping her body with a towel, she looked in the mirror. With a cute satisfactional smile she looked at herself. PERFECT body. Absolutely amazing white tits, which were full and nipples were erect from the coolness in the room. She had a cute hot face, blondish hair and blue eyes, sexyass bellybutton and a heavenly pussy. She turned around and admired her seductive asscrack. It's been a long time since she last looked at herself in the mirror naked. She smiled. She dec
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ided to wear something sexy to school.
It was 7:00, soon time to leave the house. She walked in the towel and critically overlooked her cupboard. She decided to wear sports pants, which were very nice, since they were very tight around her ass and kept falling down, showing off her poweful asscrack. Luckily, in school she had no uniform, and even though there were some school rules about clothing, and however crazy the teacher went about 6 grade girls dressing like sluts on Tverskaya, girls are always same.
Anna wore a hot tank top, which barely shower her belly, but offered a nice sight for her big bad breasts. As the usual routine, she sat on the bus and fell asleep listening to her ipod. In school she went to her normal classes - she was in grade 9, freshman.
First class went as usual, but she kept feeling the eyes of boys behind her drilling into her asscrack, which was showing some good 5 centimeters of its might. Horniness filled her, as she kept rotating bending over and getting up to sharpen pencils, get paper or just stretch. But it was boring, they guys did nothing and got nothing but boners.
Next class, chemistry was quite similar. This time behind her were Andy and John. They were quite different - Andy was a shy white kid and John was big black motherfucker. She pretended to ignore them, while accurately listened to her whispers, amused by Andy's discussion of her breasts and John's accurate descriptions of how he would rip her asshole and rape the shit out of it. Anna felt wet and proud. She was dressed up and she felt that she needs a reward.
She was about to turn around and start flirting with them, but then decided against it. If they wanted something, they should work to achieve it So she walked out to lunch with those thoughts. Bad thoughts.
She decided to take a hook to the bathroom so Anna went by the art room. Suddenly, somone pulled her in by the hand and closed her mouth with a hand. Before she could realize what was happening her pants were pulled off and her tank top was basically ripped off. Before her stood Andy and John both naked.
"What the fuck is going..." - Anna started but John ripped her underpants and bra off. Until the end of the incest, she could say a word. John placed his swollen dick, aimed it for her pussy and rammed it into her vagina like a knight breaking in into a medieval castle. Andy set her front up on the table, and before Anna could scream, a wet white dick was in her mouth, uncontrolably begging for attention.
John grabbed her by the hips and kept pounding onto her poor pussy like there in no tomorrow. Andy was shyly but firmly shoving his dick in her mouth, twisting and pinching her tits. After a few minutes of struggle, Anna decided that it would be just easier to participate in the fun willingly, so she started sucking Andy off and tried not to scream with the pain in her pussy.
Things got more intense when Alex came in. He was a fat kid. FAT. like a whale. And he wanked off to Anna's myspace pictures EVERYDAY. so basically he jumped on top of her (the art table barely survived), twisted himself and john and started intesely fucking her anus home.
Anna was just moaning, but now with the double penetration for her virgin genitals, she could hold the scream. She screamed and sucked, she couldn't breathe, she was dying with pain everyhwere, pain and sensation. The guys comed and switch at the circle.
Now Alex was at the mouth, Andy was beating her pussy, and John put his big black dick into her asshole and tortured it like a nasty man. Boys kept switching in circles as time passed and tehy came, Anna couldn't scream or move anymore, she came in and out of consiousness, so the person at her mouth would jsut mastrubate himself and come on her stomach, and just play with her body.
After about 4 hours of intense rape (school was already over and they missed 2 classes), the boys left, leaving Anna on the table, naked, having been comed 7 times in her pussy, 5 in her anus, 3 in her mouth and 8 all over her. She was sleeping.
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...